CHARLES

In-faith as soon as I herd but the messenger say, my father must speak with me: I left my Tanakrd to guard the Conduit; and away came I. Theeus, and good fellows, speak what should I call you? There's not a rogue among you that fears God, Nor one that hath a touch of honesty. Robbers, and knaves, and rascals all together, Sweet consort of vild villains list to me. Am not I well preferred to become Captain Unto a crew of such pernicious flaues? I shall have such a coil to make you Christians, And bring you to some shape of honesty, That re I do it, I shall make your bodies Nothing but scarecrows, to hang round these Trees. Then take along with you this bag of gold To bear your charge in every Inn you come: Deny it not, relief is comfortable. He goes beyond me in heroic thoughts: To thine I stake down this: stand all apart. He that steps in, be subject to our curses: And now the betterman take both the purses. Thy honour and thy life are both secured: And for a Ladies sake you much resemble, Command my sword, my subjects, and my cave. Where succour, all offencelesse, you shall have. Sirrah go you, and scour about the hill. A pretty wench'ifaith, I'll marry her, And make her Queen of all this Outlaw crew. Dear we will be too him, before he do it, And dearly fell our desperate karcases. Kind stranger wilt thou take a Truce with me, Thou shalt divide with me my dignity: We two will jointly over these Mountains reign, And by our valours, our estates maintain. Then shall ye on these Lombard Champains die. To Arms brave Soldiers. A Princely motion to save Christian blood. Great Prince of Italy, upon my knee I humbly beg I may thy Champion be. Thou shalt not, this says nay. And partly belongs to me. Mistr sse. When I am here, you brother Outlaw peace. I seized her first. My sword cries truce. Cease to determine of their hairbrain rage, Till ye have sent the Pagans from our Tents. Now to these other Captain-mutineers. What shall be done with them? Ah pardon me. My heart begotten a thought At their departure, which had be of force To-have strained a tear or two from my moist eye. How Like was he to Eustace! he to Guy! This way my love went Like a shooting star, Whose blazing train does guild the firmament. Such glorious beauty adds she to the way, Making the dark night-paths, shine bright as day. You honoured Arms arewell, and Camp adieu, I do forsake my self her to pursue. I was about to ask of yonder man, Whither her beauty had enriched his sighed: But'tis my rival Robert; Charles obscure thee. For should he see thee, he would quickly judge What Adamant had drawn me to these woods. One case I see hath made us errants both. To be found wandering thus I should be loath. The Soldan, the grand enemy to CHRIST, The devils Lieutenant, Viceroy under him! Brave English Robert, since our frowning stars Have brought us to this narrow exigent, And trained us hither with a chain of love To perish by the swords of Infidels: Stand foot to foot. Thou glorious eye of heaven, be ever blind: Mask thy bright face in clouds eternally: Dark vapours and thick mysts thy front embrace And never shine to look on my disgrace. Now by the Sultans Crown, If I can wield this weapon, he shall down. By that inscription graven on his shield, We may perhaps descry him in the camp Cease admiration then; let these events, Hasten our steps back to survey our Tents. On yond side of the Town he died for us: At whose departure all these walls did shake, And the destroyed Temples veil did rend: The groves are to be seen, from which Ghosts rose, There stood the Cross, there stands the Sepulchre: The place still bears the name of Dead men's bones. And still the Tomb our Saviour's Livery wears. What eye can see it, and not melt in tears? We will assail you Like rebounding Rocks, Bandied against the battlements of heaven: We'll turn thy City into desert plains: And thy proud Spires that seems to kiss Clouds, Shall with their guilt-tops pave the miry streets, As all too base for us to march upon. See st thou this shield, how ever this device Seems not to rank with Empercurs; Sold , know This shield shall give thy fatal overthrow. Since first I boar this shield I quartered it With this read Lion, whom I singly once Slew in the Forest; thus much have I already Added unto the Haberdashers Arms. But ere I leave these fair Judaean Bounds, Un oh this Lion I'll add all your Crowns. Why starts my hair up at this heavy sighed? Call no man son but me. Father, my sword shall win you liberty. Such mercy, as my sword affords to Pagans, He finds that calls me bastard; I am Charles, Father you know me since I rescued you, I am your only son, the rest are dead. Godfrey! The selfsame strong opinion bli dead me, Else for my brother I had challenged thee: Brother, you might have known me by the Arms Which I have born in honour of my Trade. Yield him slaves. With courage, courage strives, We fight for CHRIST, our father, and our lives. Forgetful Charles, brave Robert see the Knight, Whose valour freed us from the Sultans hands. Whose shield is that? Then to you we owe Thanks for our lives, the Pagans overthrow. So are we all, then end these wars in words, The Pagans ave employment for your swords. Leave brother Godfrey, & the Bullen Duke. Do you not know these faces? The Bullen Duke, if ever you have herd Of such a man, had once a son Like you. Guy! For ever thus let us embrace each other. Witness thou mine. Go tell the Soldan that he wears my Crown. Fortune hath given it me, it is mine own. My brother Eustace Treasurer of the Camp, And under him the Auditors, Muster-masters, & Commissaries. Yet let us look our battle be well maned, With shot, Bills, Halberds, and proof Targeteers. O God, that multitude should more then manhood, That we should thus be born down with a press, Be thronged and shouldered from the place we keep! What should we do? we are encompassed round, Girded with thousand thousands in a ring. And Like a man left on a dangerous rock, That waits the climbing tide rise to destroy him: What way so e 'e he looks, sees nought but death: So we; the bloody tide grows up apace, Whose waves will swallow us and all our raze. Where's Guy and Eustace? Then to confirm these conquests God hath given us, Sealed with the blood of Kings and Emperous; Let us elect a King, that may maintain Our honours with the death's of Monarchs slain. What man, for gravity and sanctity, May we think worthy of this honoured place? In memory of this solemnity, Here will I leave this Scutcheon born by me: That in what coast so ever my bones be laid, This shield may be and honour to my Trade. Lady! If I should say I would not brook those bonds, Which God, and fate, and you, have tied me in; You would be preaching disobedience. Or should I say the City-trades are base For such a great men sons to take on them: Your fatherly regard would straight advise me To chastise my rebellious thoughts; and say, Son, you by this may live another day. Therefore, as my two brother's, I reply; You ask me if I Like it; I say I. And Haberdasher is the Trade Ivse: But the soft wool feels in my hand Like steel: And I could wish each hat comes through my hand Were turned into and Helmet, and each Helmet Upon a Soldiers head, for me to led. War is the walk which I desire to tread. And hour! By heaven I would not stay a minute. By heaven I am enamoured of this tune, It's the best Music in the world to me. Hats and Caps adeiw: For I must leave you, if the Drum say true. F to. Vanquish. Well, I must have you now turn honest Thieves. He that commits a rape, shall sure be hanged: He that commits a murder, shall be murdered With the same weapon that did act the deed. He that robs pilgrimss, or poor Travelers, That for devotions sake do pass these Mountains, He shall be naked tied to arms of Trees, And in the days heat stung with Wasps and Bees. Ye slaves, I'll teach you some civility. I'll have him whipped. Your prisoners, spoils, and treasure all bring forth, That I may seize them as mine own by right; As heir to him whom I have slain in fight. I am deceived but I have seen that face. Villain, thou liest if thou Wertenberg my brother: He shall not die. Upon your low knees fallen, And ask him pardon, or I'll hang you all. Your only son, and all the sons you have, And born his father's desperate life to save. Once we were four, all fellow-prentices; And after fellow-soldiers, pressed to serve The good Duke Robert in his holy wars. But in a storm, our ships so bravely maned, Were wracked; and save my self none swam to land. They perished there: I by the waves and winds Was driven upon this Coast of Italy, Where landing naked, save my trusty sword, This crew of bold Bandetto's set upon me: But in the dangerous fight, by chance I slew The luckless Captain of this damned crew: Who since have made me Captain, here to stay, Till fortune grant me a more prosperous way. Since father we have met this happy day, Secure with me amongst these Outlaws stay. Ye two conduct him safe beyond the mountains. Ye know the passages, be it your charge. And now return we to survey our Cave, Peruse our treasure God by rape and spoil, Though won by others, yet possessed by us: Yet henceforth shall be used no violence. I'll make these villains work in several Trades, And in these Forests make a Commonwealth. When them to civil nurture I can bring, They shall proclaim me of these Mountains King. Go two or three of you, and fetch them in: If they resist you, take their weapons from them. Now by mine honour, the best piece of flesh That ever in these woods held Outlaw play. Even such a spirit had Eustace when he lived: We must not lose this Gallant, if we can, We'll strive to make him our Companion. I were a Bastard, not my father's son, Should I refuse it. By all the wealth I brought into these woods, That's but my sword, thou dost the Like to me. Thou shalt have fair play, Gallant, by mine honour. He die upon my sword, disturbs our fray, Or in the fight dares disadvantage thee. It's that preserves thee from our violence, And honoured mind lies in this Oh t-lawes shape. So much I reckon of thy chivalry, That Wertenberg thou master of and Indian Mine, Thou shouldst not be diminished one denier. Securely fight, thy purse is sanctuaried, And in this place shall beard the proudest Thief. Why what's the matter? Cease thy pursuit, and stranger pause a while, To hear the tenor of this Ladies plaint. Now tell me Lady, what's your suit to me? Fair beauteous maid, resign your love to me; Mistress of all these Forests you shall be. How now sir Sauce! you are as bold me thinks, As if you were a Freeman of our Trade. None but my self plead interest in this Maid. Proud passenger, I'll make thee eat that word. Revive this quarrel, let the former die: Fight we for her, and let the purses lie. Outlaw, I rather love to fight, then brall: I'll win from thee thy wench, thy purse, and all. My sword for me, my Mistress, and my gold. My resolution shall my claim uphold. Why? What's the matter fellow? You share with me in end, in mind, in all. But hark, I hear our enemies Drums do brawl. O for some Cheapside boys for Charles to led: That y would stick to it, when these Outlaws fail. Wishes are wind, let's think our selves well maned, We'll sooner die, then fly, so make a stand. Come, come, let us prepare to answer them. Prince, I am one of them. I am his friend. That we deny: I am a stranger Ta read. Why comes the County Palatine in Arms, To fight against unarmed Foresters? If thou wilt win renown, bend thy brave forces Gainst Pagans that be ege Jerusalem. Small fame and honour canst thou win thee here, Beside our cheap lives thou shalt purchase deer. My life. Believe me fellow-partner in my rule, You offer wrong to impart in this my love. By thine own words thou gavest me half at least. It's true I do. Honour hath taught the Palatine to speak. So say I too, and Outlaw life adieu. Do so, sweet love. Then will we driven you back by our main force, And seize upon your Troops of Foot and Horse. What weapon wilt thou use? Give me this soldiers; Trumpet, found a charge: I'll stop the passage which he seeks t'enlarge. Thou canst not enter though the way stood open: My heart, and this, thy passage vows to stop. Speak thou my cause. Speak war, bring war, and we to war agree. Thine own Princes all. What is that power, if heavenly power he be, That we may laud and praise his Deity? Mine called his Guy. I thought the seas had favoured none but me, When I attained the shores of Italy. To drown you slaves in a vermilion flood.