THE Seven Champions of Christendome Acted at the Cocke-pit and at the Red-Bull in St. Johns Streete with a generall liking And never Printed till this Yeare 1638 Written by J. K. LONDON Printed by J. Okes and are to be sold by James Becket at his Shop in the Inner Temple Gate 1638 To his much respected and worthy Friend Master JOHN WAITE Sir THinking of amends to expres my gratefulnes for those many Favours You have shown me I could pitch on no other more fit than this my Genius prompted me it was well thought on if Yours give it the like acceptance I am happy for Workes of this Nature I dare affirme have beene acceptable to most men contemn'd by few unlesse it bee those of the more Stoicall disposition whose rigid Fronts cry downe all things but what themselves approve of For this Worke of it selfe I may say thus much without blushing it received the rights of a good Play when it was Acted which were Applauses Commendations whether it merited them or not I leave to your Judgement the Nature of the Worke being History it consists of many parts not walking in one direct path of Comedy or Tragedy but having a larger field to trace which me thinks should yeeld more pleasure to the Reader Novelty and Variety being the only Objects these our Times are taken with the Tragedy may be too dull and solid the Comedy too sharpe and bitter but a well mixt portion of either doubtlesse would make the sweetest harmony But this Worke as it is and my wishes that all defects in it to my desires and your content were supplide I commend to your perusall my selfe it and resting to bee commanded by you in all friendly Offices John Kirke The Actors Names The seven Champions St. George of England Iames of Spaine Anthony of Italy Andrew of Scotland Patrick of Ireland David of Wales Denis of France Tarpax the Divell The Emperour of Trebozand Three Lords Ancetes Almeno Lenon The King of Tartary Ormandine a Magician 2 Lords his friends Argalio an Inchanter Leonides his friend Brandron the Giant King of Macedon Suckabus the Clowne Violeta the Princesse Carintha her maid Three Daughters to Macedon Calib the Witch Three Spirits Three attendants on the Emperour Three Shepheards A priest of Pan Three messengers Two armed Knights Three Ghosts the Father Mother and Sister of Leonides The seven Champions of Christendome ACTUS PRIMUS Thunder and Lightning Enter Calib the Witch Calib Ha lowder a little so that burst was well Agen ha ha house house your heads you fear-stroke mortal fooles when Calibs consort plaies A Huntse-up to her how rarely doth it languell In mine eares these are mine Organs The Toad the Batte the Raven and the fell whisling bird Are all my anthum singing Quiresters Such saplesse rootes and livelesse witherd woods Are pleasanter to me than to behold the jocund Month of May in whose greene head of youth The amorous Flora strowes her various flowers And smiles to see how brave she has deckt her girle But passe we May as game for fangled fooles That dares not set a foote in Arts darke secret And bewitching path as Calib has Here is my mansion within the rugged bowels of this Cave This cragge his Cliffe this denne which to behold Would freeze to Ice the hissing tramels of Medusa Yet here inthron'd I sit more richer in my spels And potent charmes than is the stately mountaine Queene drest with the beauty of her sparkling jems To vie a lustre 'gainst the heavenly Lampes But we are sunke in these Antipades so choakt With darknesse in great Calibs Cave that it can Stifle day it can and shall for we doe loath The light and as our deedes are blacke we hug the night But where 's this boy my George my love my life Whom Calib lately doates on more than life I must not have him wander from my love further than Sommons of my eye or becke can call him back agen But 't is my fiend gotten deformed issue that misleads him For which I le rappe him in a storme of haile and dash him 'Gainst the pavement on the rocky den He must not lead my joy astray from me The Parents of that boy begetting him Begot and boare the issue of their deaths which done The childe I stole thinking alone to triumph in his death And bathe my body in his popular gore But Dove-like nature favoured so the child that Calibs killing Knife fell from her hand and stead of stabs I kist I kist there I lipt boy and since have brought him up Cope mate and fellow with my owne sweete sonne And now the boy desires to know what Calib Hath so long conceal'd from him his parentage Which still I must as I have done put off And cast some pleasing game to file that question Out of his thoughts His heart soares high fame on his temple plaies And Calib feares her death by Autumes day For which my light wing'd spirit of the Aire Grand Tarpax prince of the gristy North What ho Tarpax obey my charmes And with the steele tipt pinions of thy wings Cut through the Clowds and flye unto thy Calib Thunder and Lightning Tarpax descends Tar. No more my Calib see thy Tarpax comes More swifter than the motive of an eye Mounted on wings swift as a thought I flye unto my Mistresse now what wouldst thou Calib Be full resolv'd of feare struck suddain doubts Age makes my spanne of dayes seeme but an inch And snowes like cold December on my heart See how I tremble Tarpax as doth the listning Hart When he heares the feather'd arrowes sing his funeral dirge Tar. Name what afflicts my love Calib But will my Tarpax tell me Tar. Both must and will Calib When must I dye then when must Calibs life Be backe surrenderd by the hands of death Age can no longer to me subsistance give My Taper hath watcht long when will it out Performe no flattering part for to delude me When ha when my Tarpax Tar. Fates keepe unknowne from spirits those last times Of dayes and houres yet can I riddle out a prophesie Which if my Calib well observe and keepe Thy time may farther runne death stay his sleepe Calib Say on sweet Tarpax Tar. Whilst Calib in her powerfull hand Holds fast her powerfull art So long may Calib by her power Command Death hold his Dart But when fond Love by dotage shall Blindfold wise Calibs eyes With that great power she did command The great Inchantresse dies Cal. Ha ha ha and when will that be Tarpax Vanish like smoake my feare come kisse me my Love Thou hast earn'd thy breakefast Chuck here suck thy fill Clowne within Clow. Illo ho ho Illo Tar. What mortall 's that disturbs us Shall I blast him Cal. Hold my Love 't is Suckabus our sonne fall off Tar. The foole nere saw his Father yet Make us acquainted Enter foole bloody Clow. So ho ho Mother Mother Cal. Defend me Tarpax what doth
ayle the boy Clow. Ale no mother I am neither in Ale nor Beere Nor no such graine-tub peasanticall Element My Hogshead runnes Alegant and your Nursling broacht it Cal. Hath George done this Slave thou lyest Goe call him hither Clow. Mother no more such words my blood 's up And I am apt for Rebellion and you know A Souldiers Latin for the Lye is the stab Tar. Hold villaine what resist thy mother Clow. Oh Lord helpe me George George nursling George Cal. Villaine come back I 'le tosse thee in a whirle-winde i' th' ayre else Come back I say and learne to put on duty There stands your sire you Cur kneele for a benediction Clow. Hold your hand Mother I have no mind to be made a Buzzard nor flye like an Owle i' th' ayre or mount like a Kite over Townes and Citties for carrion without any biding place Where my father is I know not but the likenesse of our persons shews me a Pig of your owne farrow Tar. I am thy Father Suckabus Clow. You may be the Divell for ought I know For you are neither like my Mother nor me Cal. Cast feare and wonder off my boy This is thy Father and a potent spirit Prince of the grisly North that muffles us and tyes And also unties the fiery rude band og Boreas Then as becomes thee shew thy reverence to him Clow. Why now I am satisfi'd could not you have said this before Pray father pray the devill to blesse me and make me a man like my mother So be it Both Our blessings on our Child Clow. But doe you heare Father if you be a Prince I must be a Lord or an Earle or a devillish Duke or somewhat Tar. Thou art by birth Duke of Styx Sulpher Helvetia Clow. O brave o brave Duke of Styx Sulpher Helvetia Pray father what Title hath my Mother Tar. Queene of Limbony and Dutchesse of Witchcordia Clow. I thought so I told my Mother shee lookt like a Witch a great while agoe a poxe on 't I knew it but doe you heare mother were not you one of the Cats that drunke up the Millers Ale in Lancashire Wind-mills Cal. Peace sir begon goe seeke out George And bring him to me presently Clow. Must I call George agen Then I feare I shall get another broken pate before I get a playster for this for wee doe nothing in the world but fight he kils me two or three times in an houre he playes a Knight in Armour and I a Lady that he fights with a great Tree for and winnes me from it then I play a Gyant and he kils me then a Boare and he kills me agen then an inchanted Castle and then my stones goe to 'rack then a Lyon and then hee pulls out my heart Cal. Then an Asse sir Horne within Clow. Right and there he kills me agen But Mother George is come I heare his Horne Cal. Into my Cave my Tarpax take my some with thee I 'le have a little conference with George Exit Enter George Welcome my George my joy my love my life My soules sole darling and my fancies dotage Commander of great Calib and her power Why does those eyes the lights of Calibs Cell Shoote their illustrious splendor on the Earth And not shine upwards as they were wont to doe Why doe those Armes thus twine into a locke As if dispaire had seiz'd upon thy thoughts And b'lasted quite the flower of thy youth Speake my lov'd Nursling can Calib give thee ease Geo. You may you can Cal. Why then be sure I will Let day-light shine then and expell those clouds For here I vow by that infernall power By whom I may command to grant what ere it be Thy full demand not dangering of our selfe Geo. I wish it not but so much love To my kind Nurse as shews a tender mother To her Child when she first blesses him After a long absence Cal. This stronger tyes our love thy demand Geo. Then thus Although I want no Parent in your selfe By your kind fostring and indulgency Be not offended that I here renew my former suite Which though so long put by Your Oath stands now unto me for to grant Cal. Say on Geo. The knowledge of my Parents that by them I may not be a stranger to my selfe Cal. That string 's not out of Tune yet still 't is toucht And I no longer now can put him off George you shall your suit is granted But this condition I must have ye seale to And then we will deliver eithers deed Geo. 'T is granted Calib Then know sweet boy that Calib loves thee deare Witnesse my pitty on thee at thy birth When thy adultrous mother cast thee off As fearefull least their close lascivious sinne Should play the tell-tale of them to the world Wherefore thy Mother strove by Art to kill thee Even in thy first conception but still my charmes I mixt amongst her drugges whose greater poyson Prov'd thy Antidotes kild what should kill And in the Casket safe preserv'd my jemme Georg. O my unhappy Fate am I a Bastard then Calib Giv 't not so grosse a title but list a little more Thy mother saw the more she strove to kill The more thou quicknest and grewst stronger still Gave ore the child-bane pills and from the worlds Quicke censuring screend up the knowledge by obscurity Save unto me the closet of her thoughts And an attendant hand-maid But to be briefe Maturity being to ripenesse growne I plaide Lucidaes part and snatcht thee From the knife aim'd at thy heart thus having sav'd Thee going from thy unnaturall Damme I bore thee to lifes safety and since Thou hast a tongue to speake how I have us'd thee George Both Nurse and Mother my duty With my thankes gives it acknowledgement But could my mother finding painfull throwes Through which I hastned to give her ease Before my tender eyes did ope to see the world Seeke to intombe me up agen Calib Urge it no more she did George Were they asham'd of their owne worke How were they titled Base or Noble pray Calib Base and Noble too Both base by thee but noble by descent And thou got base yet maist thou write true gent No further satisfaction seeke to know I call thee George thy sur-name I must not shew George I have enough I me glad I soare above the common wing Both base and noble too they ar bloods that keepe Two currents in my veines but they must meete Smile honour and assist mee Let me thy foote-steppes trace My noble deedes shall purge the blood that 's base Calib I feare I have said too much Come George for mee George I am ready mother farewell the name of Nurse Speake and I grant Calib Then thus my George Thou yet art but an April tender bud Before that Month in thee be quite expired Looke for thy Mother here an Autumne shaken Leafe and falne to th' earth dead and forgot Now if thou lov'st
slighted I could be drunke By priviledge in those dayes and had A stay to leane on now 't is past And who can helpe it 3. That we shall presently know Here comes the Priest of Pan And hee 'le dissolve us 't is all to nothing else Enter Priest Priest Lay by your idle sports and vanities And send up vowes and sad repentant teares These offend and pull downe ruines on us To provoke the gods ready to destroy us 1. What newes Baptisto there Enter Baptisto Bap. Oh sir I cannot speake and tell yee Let me weepe out mine eyes first And then I may chance finde the way too 't Priest Prithee whither out with it Bap. Betimes this morning unfolding my sheepe Some halfe a mile off the Dragons denne For hee 's no night-walker take that by th' way And in the day time I 'le keepe out of 's company 2. Come forward Bap. Comes me a Gentleman all in black armour To inquire of me where was the Dragons lodging I told him where he kept house but wisht him If he would be welcome to bring his stoole with him For he was very churlish and as most Of our great men now a dayes devoure all his neighbours He smil'd and on he rode I followed to see What would follow and into a tree I got me The trampling of his Horse awak't the Monster And forth comes the devill out of his denne The Knight runnes at him with his Launce Pierc't through one of his ugly wings But by fatall chance his Courser stumbl'd And by unfortunate happe threw him betweene The Monsters jawes who in a trice With his large devillish teeth crusht him in pieces All Alas poore Gentleman Bap. He had not hardly breath'd himselfe alittle When suddenly two gallant Knights assaild him Who long held combate with him till the Lyon His devillish deare companion came to helpe him Who presently then sent 'em To accompany their fellows fate All Vnhappy chance Bap. They having done their worke went to their dens To licke their wounds I thinke for want Of better Surgeans I tooke the opportunity And hither stole to relate the newes Loud Musick Priest But soft what Musick 's this surely there are Some great ones abroad and here they come Let 's stand aside awhile Flourish Enter Emperour Ancetes Andrew and Anthony his daughter three other Virgins Bowes Arrows and Quivers by their sides attendants Emp. Ancetes thou hast told us deeds of wonder And but our eyes convince our doubtfull thoughts We could not give beleefe too 't Now their deaths That ran on danger for their Countries good Have ample recompence what power for none But a Celestiall one could arme your hands And give your spirits vigor to o'recome So much of danger Anth. No other sir but our true borne loves To noble actions pitty of others wrong'd And faire renowne are all the spurres Should put on noble spirits to warlike actions And in that to fall or rise with glory Who would not venture this weake peece Of flesh which every Ague beats Nor ever held I life at such a rate But to get fame I dare and will tempt Fate Emp. What a bold spirit he moves with Noble youths we glory that our Countries earth Now beares so much of man upon her Prin. Sir by my fathers leave I doe pronounce Y' are freely welcome not to us alone but to all All faithfull subjects to my Father and their loud joyes Shall speake it one worke of gratitude We owe the gods the other to your valours What remaines but that you blesse our eyes With the true figures of our deare lives preserver Therefore unarme your selves your dangerous combate The heate and dust and the fast closure of Your Armours strictnesse may much impaire your healths Let me prevaile with you And. Bright Lady where necessity implies an act of duty Manly vertue should clap on spurres to hasten piety These goodly parts they were not made alone to serve Our selves but like pure fountaines freely to dispence Our streames to others wants and so faire Lady Vrgent affaires call on our swords and valours To revenge the wrongs of some few Virgins That have long expected our wisht for presence Anth. This I hope may plead in our excuse And no way render us discourteous or unworthy For departing unarmed or else unman'd From this faire presence and so we take our leaves Emp. Make me not so unworthy by your absence To my owne subjects and to forraigne Nations VVho shall read the story of your deeds And my requitall but they will brand me with ingratitude Can you maintaine the good of charity In your owne actions yet tye mine in bonds When she should stretch her silver wings And pay back thanks for so large benefits No take the meed your valours have deserv'd And let us crowne our hopes in that we long Have wisht your faire aspects Nor shall your stay exceed our one nights welcome And then a faire farewell And. Where Majesty and beauty both command In vaine were our resistance Brother your hands And mine shall be imployd to unbuckle yours I 'le quickly ease your shoulders of a burden Omn. Nay wee 'le be helpers all Vnarmes them Emp. You make sure worke sirs Every light justle leaves you not defencelesse And I commend your care in it Anth. He that encounters danger must not thinke His skin of Armour proofe tho but young schollers We have learn'd that discipline Prin. Of goodly presence both and farre exceeds The youths our Countrey breeds in forme and stature Speake my Carintha what judge yee of them Car. Madam so well that had I leave to wed One of these Knights should blesse my Marriage-bed Prin. Then you are indifferent your love is equall Car. In troth it is Prin. So is not mine but thoughts a while conceale What passion might unwisely now reveale Ance. They are both unarm'd Emp. Now worthy Knights mine eye is pleas'd In viewing your faire presence I would gladly know what Countrey owes yee For the place is happy that first gave yee beeing And. Not one my Lord We owe our lives first light to severall Nations An Iland farre remov'd from Grecian shores VVhose lovely waste proud Neptune circles round Her craggy clifts ambitiously threat Heaven And strikes pale terrour to the Mariner VVhen unadvisedly he falls on them The inhabitants proportion'd like our selves Well skill'd in Science and all humane Arts A government of peace and unity For plenty farre exceeding all the Isles Europes vast bounds or wealthy Asia yeelds The name Britannia which includes within it Faire England Wales and Scotland The last of which I fetcht my birth from Thus have you heard at full What I can give you of relation Emp. It pleases us but now sir we must crave The like from you and then to Court we hie To gratulate your welcome Anth. Then know my Lord Italian earth I claime Mother of Arts and Nurse of noble spirits And in that Countrey Rome my place
to any Prince So toward as your Sonne he had ere this beene attomes Your sonne has suffer'd let him suffer too Who ever wilfully committed murther And was without excuse but can that save No more should this my Liege I have but said King And wisely Lenon goe bring forth the Knight We are determin'd that he shall not live Exit for him Nor shall he suffer here within our Courts Wee 'le kill him in a nobler gentile way O here he comes Enter Knight bound Alm. You 'r gone false Lenon hath betraid yee to your death David Welcome my Fate King Sir Knight you have not fairely dealt with us Though 'gainst my foes you brought me honour home My deare sonnes life you have tooke for your reward But you shall finde 't is treasure stole not bounty given And for that theft your life must satisfie David King of Tartary heare sad David speake Len. Now the excuse my Lord David Those honours I have brought you home It seemes this accident hath cancel'd And stifles all my merits in your love Yet let 'em hang like pendants on my herse That I did love the unfortunate deceas'd These drops of teares true sorrowes testifie And what hath happend to that lifes deare losse Was not by will but fatall accident I hold my hand up at the hand of heaven not guilty King thinke not I speake to have thee spare my life For halfe my life lies dead there with thy Sonne And here the other halfe is ready too to testifie How well I lov'd the Prince though now I dye Lenon A Heads man and an Axe there King For him that calls him Alm. I that was well said King Spannell no more King Thy hand once more brave English Knight We are at peace and will not what we may But let me now one thing enjoyne you to Not as a pennance for my deare sonnes losse But as a further safety of my Kingdome And larger interest of your love to me David Give me the danger I can meet but death King My hopes are better of thee noble Knight Heare then thy taske thou shalt then hence In Knightly order ride 'gainst him not onely Aided Persia 'gainst our power but shakes our Kingdome with the power of hell blake Ormandine The inchanted Garden-keeper if that thou dar'st Attempt and bring his head I will not onely Quittance this mischance which makes me wretched But halfe my part of this large Crowne Is thine and when I dye David of Wales reignes King of Tartary Speake comfortable words of the attempt David It is the oath of Knight-hood I have tane and here Againe before you I will take from hence being parted ne're to make stay more than a nights Repose till I am there and being there By all the honours of a Knight I vow Blacke Ormandines head and lay it at your feete This by the honour of a Knight I le do or dye in the attempt King 'T is enough rise noble David So now shall I be reveng'd for my sonnes life Without the clamour of the world for it Thou bring his head poore Knight thou maist as well Rob love of lightning or claspe a hand Garnado Being fir'd to morrow morning you shall forward set On with the Herse till you returne We sorrowes path shall tread And bury griefe when thou bringst Armands head A dead March within Exeunt Chorus Our Brittaine Knight we leave in his hard journey But more hard attempt yet all the other have not idle beene For since their parting at the brazen Piller Each hath shar'd strange and perillous adventures Which here in severall acts to personate would in the Meanest fill a larger Scene than on this Stage An Action would containe But to the shortnesse of the time wee 'le sort Each Champion in 't shall beare a little part Of their more larger History Then let your fancies deeme upon a stage One man a thousand and one houre an age And now with patience beare your kind attents to the Red Crosse bearer English George your high renowned Knight who since the hand of Christendome parted her Seven faire Knights the dangers he hath seene and past Would make the brightest day looke pale and tremble Nay death himselfe that ends mortality To thinke of death and that himselfe must dye After renowned George from the fell Dragons jawes Redeem'd Sabrina Pomils onely heire with slaughter Of the Hell-produced fiend his wife he wonne Had Pomil promise kept but in a large requitall Of her life incens'd by the Moroco King our Champions rivall Cast George in prison in a hatefull Dungeon He that deserv'd his Crowne and daughters bed He ingratefully with branne and water fed 7 years together Which time expir'd the miserable Knight found once That opportunity shewed him a little favour For by the breaking of the Iailers neck He gaind the keyes which gave him liberty When being freed and out of dangers port You his kind Countrymen shall see For Englands honour Georges Chivaldry Enter Clowne like a poore shepheard Clow. Oh most astonishable hunger thou that dost pinch worse than any Fairies or the gummes of old women thou that dost freeze the mortall gouts of a man more than the Rozom'd stick of a Base Violl what shall be said what shall be done to thee Oh my glorious Mother what a time of eating had I in thy dayes nay my magnanimous Master whom I lost in the devils arse of Peake what a plentifull progresse had I with thee when we did nothing but kill Gyants and wild beasts then the golden gobbets of Beefe and Bacon whose shining fat would cry clash in spight of my teeth now I may compare with Ploydens law the case is alter'd A shepheard a sheep-biter nay I were happy then I would wish no better bitings than Mutton the Cobs of Herring and parings of Cheese is now a Sundayes dyet and yet they cry out of my abhominable feeding my unsatisfied gut with a Wolfe at the end on 't I have eate up my Tarrebox for hunger already what will be next troe Soft who comes here my fellow Swaine with some pittifull provant for my dinner Enter Shepheard Shep. Suckabus where art thou Clow. Heere where the bare bones of him will be very shortly what hast thou brought me there Shep. A feast a feast here 's princely cheere for thee here 's two Carrots and a Turnip and a little morsell of Beanebread that I stole to hearten thee up withall Clow. Sweet fellow Coridon give me 't I shal grow a Phiosopher shortly if I fare o'th is fashion O the very steame of the three fat Oxen that my Master found boyling for the Gyants dinner which we kill'd would have fill'd both our bellies for a Fortnight Shep. Ha three Oxen for one Gyants dinner Thou art mistaken sure thou art not old enough to see a Giant And could thy Master and thee kill him Clow. Why there 's the wit of a Bell-weather one we kill'd a hundred but talke I
hell-bred sorcery I must needs through or sinke Tar. There 's nothing we can doe Can quell the valour of this Christian Knight Orm. My feares devine this is the man By whom great Ormand falls hee 's come unto the gates And now sticke fast my sword and we are yet secure So in spight of all the tampring of your Arts We are got something neare you now This is the gate what have we here a Brazen Pillar In it a golden sword immur'd and rivited A golden Tablet with inscriptions on 't Let me discourse with you a little first Ormand be bold secure and free Revell in arts strong potency Till from the cold and Northerne Clime A Knight poast on the wings of time Ha what 's here Till from the Northerne Clime A Knight poast on the wings of time A Northerne Knight why that 's my selfe Let 's see a little farther Being lighted on Tartary's ground Of fame belov'd by honour crown'd I am arriv'd here in Tartary a Northerne Knight And for my same and deeds of Chivaldry with honour Hath been crown'd in Princes Courts a little farther yet From Brute descended and his brest Is with a sanguine Crosse be blest I have enough David of Wales from Brute descended is A Christian Knight that weares the sanguine Crosse That must dissolve this blacke Inchantment here Come let me clutch thy temper in my hand Thus draw thee forth and thus will you not come Orm. O you are not the man ha ha Feare Vanish once agen goe Spirits sieze that Knight And bring him straight Ormand and all laugh Spirits with fiery Clubs they fight Enter Ormandine Orm. Knight Knight forbeare In vaine thy stroaks are dealt against our power Thou maist as well number those briny drops As cope with these or scape with life did not we pitty thee Spirits away Dav. Art not thou Ormandine Orm. The same thy friend and Ormandine Dav. That head I come for and must ha 't Runnes at him with his sword he puts it by with his wand Orm. The body will not yet so part with it This is the Tartars cruelty not thine I know thy oath stands gag'd to bring this head Or not returne thus shalt thou save thy oath Here shalt thou live with Ormandine thy friend Here spend thy dayes crown'd with delight and mirth Pleasure shall be thy vassell to command With new inventions fresh varieties And when thy dalliance would consort with love Queenes shall infold thee in their Ivory armes Which to affirme and give thee love and liking This waving of my wand above thy head Dissolves this horrour and does give thee cause To change thy minde The day cleares inchantments cease Sweete Musicke Dav. What alteration 's here your pardon mighty Sir Oh let me never never part from hence Orm. Be Master of your wish come sit here by me I le rape your care and captivate your eye soft Musicke Enter free Excesse immodest Mirth Delight Desire Lust satied and sicknesse they dance after the dance Excesse Delight and Desire embrace him to a lazy tune they touch him he falls into their armes so carry him away Orm. How happy now is Ormandine in this I will no more Credit the Tablet I shall for ever raine as now I doe Eternity shall seale my habitation here The Brittaine Knight is now within my power Charme hangs a drousie rest upon his eyes And he shall sleepe his youth to a full age As for the Arabian bird and the proud Tartar Revenge arm'd with destruction to them flies Who seekes my life without my pitty dyes Exeunt Enter George arm'd and Clowne with him Geo. Come on sir Suckabus how doe you like this alteration Clow. Nay we are come to weare good cloth agen and we fill our bellies at other folkes cost marry we part with crackt Crownes for our Ordinaries They that in the low Countrey-garrisons kill men for three shillings a weeke are punies to us by that time I have serv'd but halfe my time I shall be able to play with all the Fencers in Christendome Geo. Leave your folly sir Clow. Leave your prating sir and then wee 'le leave our livings both together Geo. Villaine no more How pleasant is this place how fresh and cleare As when the last of Aprill offers to sweet May The pride and glory of the youthfull Spring The lovers coupling time the farther that I goe The more Elizium like it doth appeare Clow. Good Master let 's goe back agen I doe not like this talking of Elizium it is a place where good and honest men come in and for mine owne part I am in the minde never to trouble it Geo. I thinke so too What 's here the platforme of a Garden If that the Sun rob'd in his brightest glory Dazell not mine eyes it is the richest that I ever saw The Paradise of some Deity Musicke too Clow. Ey two Taylers are a dancing for a butter'd bunne Geo. List Suckabus hear'st thou no Musick Clow. I thinke I heare the Horse-head and the Tongs Geo. Most heavenly Musick follow me close Wee 'le see the guider of this heavenly spheare For sure no mortall ownes it Clowne Pray Sir le ts backe againe I have no minde to 't the Sunne shines so hot I feare we shall have some raine Geor. What 's here a wonder past the other beauties farre A Brazen Pillar through whose impregnable body Sticks a Sword a Tablet and Inscriptions Writ upon 't wonder falls on me Bee'st thou inchantment th' art the loveliest shape That ever hels Art strove to tempt withall By your leave a little it seemes these are no secrets Y' are open breasted I must know your mind We will not stand on doubts He reads pulls out the sword Thunder and Lightning a great cry within I am the man for England oh y' are welcome Sir Clowne Did not I tell yee now shall I be roasted for Divels and my bones scorcht into small-coales Where 's the goodly weather that we had even now where 's the tongs and the Tailers a dancing Georg. Follow me slave wee 'le in and with this Immur'd blade that I set free cut out my passage through the Gates of horror the inchantment 's done and Georges happy fate Some Christians may redeeme from Tyrants hate Exit George Clown Well I were best runne away while I have legges to carry me he 's a good loving Master this same honest George but he does lead me into more quarrels and dangers than all the roaring Davids in the world but they are cowardly rascals I wil stay no longer my accounts are made even and I will backe agen hay day they are at it Thunder Lightning Divels run laughing over the stage Tarpax with 'em Tar. Come we are freed le ts now prepare his death That being done give welcome to him in confusion Clown O brave that by his likenesse and voyce should be my Sire Suckabus 't is he I le take acquaintance of him Tar. Who
out Bran. What art thou worme Clown An 't please you Sir I am a Prince a sweete young Prince my Fathers name is Tarpax Prince of the grisly North my mothers name was Calib Queene of Limbonia and Dutches of Witchfordia Bran. Perish thy father and thy mother as thy selfe shall Slave how gotst thou in Clown I flew over the Castle wall Bran. Bird of the Divell where 's your wings to flye Clown If you will give me leave you shall see me flye the same way backe agen Bran. No my fine Pidgeon I will clip your wings Come to my Caldron come I le see how finely you can Flutter there it reekes and bubbles there I le plunge thee in there shalt thou play my Pige Till thou art fine soft plumpe and tender sod And then I le picke thy bones my dainty bird Clowne O Lord what shall become of me boyld O Lord the very terrour of that word hath thrust the charme quite from my head that Charme would save me oh sweet father now or never helpe me and save a Prince from boyling a boyld Prince is his meate else Bran. Dispatch my bird Clowne O sweete father now now now I goe else Boyld oh the thought of that word O I ha 't Sweete Father I thanke thee Has put that Charme into my head Shall make 'em all in love with me Now I care not Bran. Why when I say Clown Splagnalis squirtis pampistis The Giant in a maze lets fall his Club Bran. Ha! The beames of wonder shootes into mine eyes And love and pitty hath surpriz'd my heart Clown Oh sweete father now he 's mine sure and I will domineere Bran. The mornings majesty doth not so fresh break forth When she doth usher the Altitionate from forth his bed Of spices here to shine how were mine eyes deluded My sweet boy when that I thought Deformity hung here for which upon my knees I begge thy gracious pardon and with submission And contrition doe desire that favour But to kisse thy foote Clowne My foote no you shall kisse somewhere else My back-side of this hand is yours Bran. I merit not that favour heavenly boy Clown Goe too I le have my will my hand is yours I say Bran. And for that hand my whole heart is thy slave Demand and take the life of Brandron Then say my dotage darling canst thou love me Clown As well as I love roast Beefe Hast any victualls love I am a hungry Bran. Enough my dainty boy the banquet of the Gods To which flew Saturne once in thirty yeares Tasteth not there of more delightsome Cates Than I le have for my love come in my boy Walke with me hand in hand Thou shalt not aske but have thy full demand Exeunt Enter the sixe Champions Iam. Brothers you are welcome all to Brandrons Castle Iam. Not Brandron nor his Castle Long shall beare that name Pat. A strong and sumptuous habitation Jam. To good a Palace for a Tyrants raine Andr. What shall we knock and rouse the Monster up Ant. Le ts walke the round and take a view Of this strong Castle first happily we may finde A passage in for to surprize him E're he thinke of us le ts strike upon occasion But advantage in Law of Armes deserves this Hatefull Traitor Pat. Your counsell wee 'le allow on let be so Come Gentlemen le ts walke but not too neare The Castle pray least treasons bounty Should drop downe upon us Iam. What if we finde no entrance And he refuse our summons and not come And. That cannot be we then might sterve the fiend His foode is dayly hunted to these nets And once a day we are sure to meet with him Then let us carefull passe about these walls Exit Enter Clowne and Brandron Bran. How lik'st thou Brandron and his Castle boy Clowne As I am a Prince I was never better pleas'd in all my life Bran. Musicke to Brandrons eare that thou art so Clowne Now you talke of Musicke will you heare me sing Bran. A contradiction to thy will were poyson To my thoughts on my soules harmony Clowne sings I have a Love as white as a Raven Excelling for blacknesse the snow She will scould scratch and bite Like a Fury or Spright And yet she was counted no shrow The haire of her head was like Coblers thred Which Sow-haires doe draw through so Her Legges on each foote Is so sweld with the gout That my love is not able to goe Her face bares a front like to Weare water-spout Which brought was from thence by great cunning With a Mill in her bum That did roare like a drum Which did set her faire nose still a running How like you this love Bran. Orion that o're-strid the Dolphine with his Harp Nere song nor plaid such chanting melody Thou hast made me drousie love with thy sweet aire Clowne I carry aire at both ends of my Pipe But this is the sweeter come what shall we doe Bran. Walke with thy Iove my lovely Ganymede And once a day survey my Castle round Then will I play with these thy silken locks Kisse that sweete Venus Mole upon thy Cheeke And smell unto thy sweete Sabean breath Then will we walke and view my silver fountaine And my silver Swans whom next to thee I take most pleasure in Clowne I like that Fountaine very well And the three Swans that swimmes about it I was wishing for a Goose-pye made Made of one of 'em but the tother day Bran. Little dost thou know what those Swans be Clowne Why what are they Bran. List and I le tell thee Those Swans are daughters to the King of Macedon Whom I surpriz'd and kept within my Castle Till at the length so scorcht with loves hot flames That Brandron needes must dye if not enjoy So thinking to deflowre 'em one by one Each by her prayers converted to a Swanne And flew for safety in my golden fountaine And there for ever shall my Ledas Birds Remaine unharm'd by Brandron or any Clowne Oh monstrous I have heard indeed that wenches have turnd pretty Conies Ducks or Pigeons but Swans O brave Come whither shall we goe now love Leon. Vp to the promontary top of my faire Castle There take thy pleasure of the mornings aire Breath'd from Aurora's care the Sun doth wake From thence to banquet upon Lyons hearts I le feast the hye and strong my Ganymed Come let us mount pleasure 's to us a toy My happinesse consists in thee my boy Exeunt Enter the Sixe Champions Den. As yet we cannot finde a fitting place Where we may make a breach for entrance Pat. What shall we rouse him then Iam. A little stay we have not yet begirt the Castle walls The time of his approach will not be long For all his Iron nets are stor'd you see Anth. I long to see and grapple with the monster Andr. Here 's no man here but hath the same desire Come let us walke Enter Brandron and Clowne
undeflowr'd and wrongd The daughters to the King of Macedon Or by the sacred Crosse of Christendome Vnder whose Banner George of England fights I le pitch thy head upon the wall thou standst And Traitor like thy hatefull limbes beside Bra. O we have heard of you before but since you are so hot I le fetch a Iulip for to coole your blood You shall be fought and fought and fought with too Betake you to your tooles that valour tries For ne're till now you plaid your Master-prize Exit Georg. I doe accept it Brandron in this alone Doe I finde thee honourable meane time I will prepare to entertaine them Enter Brandron aloft with all the Champions and Clowne Bran. Hollow once more looke up and see If these thou conquerst then thou copst with me But not before nay never start I know thou knowst 'em wel You ne're so strange were as you must be now I keepe those bonds which yoakt your amities And I have broke those bonds these once what ere they were Are now my subjects and all sworne to fight In Brandrons quarrell be it wrong or right I and to dye in 't question them I pray Geor. Amazement throwes his wonders on my head Brother resolve me is it so or no I see y' are prisoners to his power and will But let me know the meanes that makes you so Lives there no foule inchantment in this place Dav. Brother not any Georg. Monster I know thou took'st 'em not in fight The meanest of them them there that stands by thee But with the quicke flames of his resolution Had scorcht thee into ashes give reason then How this should come to passe Bran. One of you tell him if you please you may Dav. We all arrived at one Court the Macedonian Kings And comming hither in his wrongs behalfe Met with your Hell-borne Suckabus Who was before by Brandron entertaind No sooner we approacht the Castle here And made a gentle walke about the walls But running to us with great signes of joy that slave Came to us told us your selfe was here And how the mighty Brandron by your hand was slaine Bran. Ha ha ha oh my dainty boy stand neare my love Here 's none dares injure thee Clowne Looke how Master George on foote-backe frownes on me but I care not Dav. Further he told us 't was your faire request Having sweete Musicke and faire Ladyes with you We should come in unarm'd and weaponlesse We being joyfull thinking truth he spake Were all betray'd and so to Brandron led And so our lives were granted on condition His wrong or right to guard against the world Geor. Brood of the Divell thou shalt pay for this Clown Thy worst I defie thee Geor. What we must fight then Omn. Brother we must Geor. Well then what remedy But tell me Brandron ere we beginne Since thou hast set this quarrell on our heads Shall I have faire and single opposition Bran. Champion thou shalt Geor. Seale it with your oath and then 't is firme Bran. Why by the Ethiopes stampe yon burning ball I vow and this I furthermore will promise That each severall Combatant shall beare severall armes And to thy selfe from our rich Armory Weapons I le send compleat although mine enemy Here take the keyes my boy and see each weapon fitted Both for him and them meane time heare will we sit Spectators of their deedes Oh they are met Enter Champions severally arm'd weapons brought for George Da. Y' are welcom to our castle I 'me your first man brother Geor. You are welcome Dav. For Brandron and his right Geor. For England and the Brittaines doe I fight fight Brother y' are mine your quarrell is not good David is orecome Da. What I have lost then call it Brandrons blood Geor. You are noble Come the next And. That 's I for Brandron fight Geor. I stand for Scotland now And. You have wonne it fairely take it as your owne Geor. Y' are welcome home And. And I am glad it is so well falne out Each fight their severall Combates George overcomes them all Brandron stampes Geor. Let us unite our brother-hoods againe You are welcome to your liberty Omn. We joy to see 't Iam. There are the keyes enter and sieze on Brandron Bran. Am I betray'd Dav. Each hath the best done to defend your state Then yeeld thee to the mercy of our brother Bran. First will I head long throw me from this Tower And dash my braines 'gainst the craggy rocks That murmures at the fall of Brandron No Christian slaves you shall not write Your glories in my blood to say The mighty Brandron fell by you Brandron wins glory to himselfe to yeeld And thus will conquer Brandron in the field He beates out his owne braines Geor. One ruine ends for to beginne another Enter the Castle seeke the slave his man And give his guerdon for his treachery Dav. That will we doe follow me Anthony Exit Geor. What drum is that le ts in and stand upon our guard Pat. It is our friend the King of Macedon That comes to gratifie our victory Geor. Wee 'le greete him with a token of our loves Enter the King Drumme Colours and Souldiers Mac. I come in loving quest of you brave Christian Knights Who since your absence from our mournfull Court In this adventure tooke in our behalfes Feare made us doubt your safety and your lives Wherefore resolv'd in quittance of your losse More than the wrongs I did sustaine before Made us thus change our mournfull blacke for steele And arm'd with dread lesse danger of our lives Came thus resolv'd to fight and dye for you Pat. You have out-done us in your noble minde Brother of England embrace this aged King And reverend Sir doe you the like by him This the seventh which in this enterprise Redeem'd us from the hateful hands of treachery Mac. I joy to see such worth abound in man May honours spring send Garlands for thy brow And victory still dwell on thy triumphant arme I glory in your conquest Geor. Which glory once more shines upon thy head The hatefull monster that usurpt so long And kept poore Tenopas in dread and aw Hath Iustice from his owne hand done himselfe And you are honour of your losse agen Therefore reserve it as our loving deed And weare it as our favour Mac. You so inrich me with your love and bounty My life and kingdome is too poore to thanke yee Were I assur'd of my daughters lives I were ascended to my height of joy Geor. Of that these gentlemen can more resolve yee Omn. We never knew nor saw no Ladies there Mac. Why then they are dead Sweete peace rest with their soules Enter with the Clowne Clowne As you are gentlemen use not a Prince so hardly what I have done was meerely out of love because I would have you staid men men of biding to be forth comming though not every houre comming forth Master George for my Queene mothers
sake that kild your father and mother and kept you in a Cave have compassion upon me Geo. Dispatch and hang the slave Clown What shall I do now I have been calling to my father for helpe and he does nothing but stands and laughes at me and will not put my charme in my head Dav. Nay come away good Suckabus Clown Which is the King of Macedon I pray Mac. I am my friend but cannot save thy life Because thou didst betray these gentlemen Clown I doe beseech thy Kingly worship to save my lifs I will bring you where your daughters are Clown Thou powrest fresh blood into our empty veines And melts the snow that lay upon my heart Victorious Knights as much renownd for pitty As for valour upon my aged knees I beg the life Of this condemned wretch Geor. You must not kneele upon condition that thou dost performe Thy words we will not onely give thee life But guard on thee with rich rewards and love But if thy feare delude us hoping to save thy life Clown Why you may hang me then that 's all the care I take Mac. And wilt thou bring me to my daughters friend Clown Come follow me I le lead you a dance Sings Three whitings they cockle and set in their luddle Sing bay Cocke without a combe sing cock a duddle Looke you doe you see those three Swans these Swans were once the Daughters Ducks and Darlings to the King of Macedon Geor. Those were the Swans that in the fountaine liv'd Did not I tell you what this slave would do Dispatch and hang him straight Mac. I doe beseech yee spare him And noble Knights thus for to let you know I doe give faithfull credit to his words Heare me relate what once my daughters told me The eldest having priviledge of Birth Came to me first for to relate her dreame And askt me if I could interprete it I answerd as I had small faith in dreames So I had lesse knowledge to expound the meaning Yet went she on I dreamt said she my sisters and my selfe Were playing round about your golden fountaine When suddenly we all three were- surpris'd By a fierce savage and inhumane Monster And as his flaming Lust did us pursue We turnd to Swans and in the fountaine flew As she related so did both the rest And all three had one dreame Clown I le assure you the Giant that is dead told me the selfe same tale and how he would have done something to 'em but having three Eeles by the taile they slipt out of his fingers flew like Swans into the golden fountaine Mac. This doth confirme it more oh my Swans my girles Come shall we sing our Requiem together And at the stretching out your silver wings Your aged father falls and dies with you Geo. Take comfort royal Macedon as heaven for to preserve Their honours chang'd their shapes it may be pleas'd For to restore't agen for after prescripts to beleeving men And would you but become Mac. In that I le interrupt yee hold I pray Let me imbrace you all nay take sure hold Though clouds of darknesse did my cleare shine smother I am converted to each here a brother Omn. A happy conversion Geor. Blest Macedon thou hast sent a gift to heaven Borne upon Angels wings The swans turne And is by us on earth here ratified Which without this could never have beene done Omn. O father father happy are we now Mac. My blessing on my Swans my new found joyes We all are Christians now Omn. Oh happy state Georg. Each Lady doth deserve a Monarchs bed Mas. Renowned Knights may we desire to know Which of you are unmarried An. De. Pat. We are Geor. Then here 's three Ladies take 'em to your beds Mac. George highly honours aged Macedon 3 Knig. But can the Ladies love accord with us 3 Lad. Most willingly 3 King We thus then seale our contracts Geor. Which thus we ratifie Sit with the Brides most noble Macedon And since kinde fortune sent such happy chance Wee 'le grace your Nuptialls with a souldiers dance They dance Mac. True noble Knights how am I honour'd in you Georg. No more good Macedon pray lead the way Wee 'le see your Nuptiall Rites That taske once done We must abroad for fame of Christendome FINIS