GUY

My tongue, my thoughts, my heart, my hand, my sword, Are all your servants, Who h h done you wrong? To march, to plant a battle, led and Host, To be a Soldier and to go to war, To talk of Flanks, of Wings, of sconces, Holds, To see a sally, or to give a Charge, To lead a Vanward, Rearward, or main Host; By heaven I love it as mine own deer life. Where is my man to bring me certain news, The Kings Commission sends me to the wars: The villain loiters in my business. You would have me tell you true. Then as I am true Knight I honour you, And to your service will espouse my sword. I wish you as I wish the glorious Sun, That it may ever shine; without whose lustre Perpetual darkness should overshade the earth. But tell me Lady, what you mean by love. It's pretty for some fool that could endure it: How near am I unto this love, sweet Lady? I love to mount a Steed, whose heavy trot Cracks all my sinews, makes my Armour crash: I love to march up to the neck in snow. To make my pillow of a cake of Ice, That in the morning, when I stretch my limbs, My hair hangs thick with dropping Isicles, And my brig to Arms be frozen to the earth. I love to see my face be ed in blood: To have a gaping wound upon my flesh, Whose very mouth would make a Lady found. I love no chamber-music; but a Drum, To give me unts-vp. Could your Grace endure To lie all night within a sheet of Mail, By a drawn sword that parts not from my side, Embrace a body full of wounds and skarres, And hear no language but of blood and wars? Such is my life; such may my honour prove: Make war a Lady, I that Lady love. So say you: but should you attempt to do't, We straight should overthrow you Horse and Foot. Nor I. But I Achilles, proud ambitious boy, Will drag thy Coarse about the walls of Troy. Give me thy Pike, I'll toss it Like a reed, And with this bulrush make mine enemy bleed. Rapier and Pike, is that thy honoured play? Look down ye Gods, this combat to survey. Thou dost thy self wrong to overcharge thine arm, With such a weapon as thou canst not wield. I'll teach thee; thou shalt Like my zany be. And feign to do my cun king after me. But thou shouldst charge him thus, advance him thus, Thus shouldst thou take him, when thou seest from far The violent horses run to break our ranks. I thus: it's easier sport then the Baloone. With this, ou Host shall Pierce thy Sovereigns Land. I am all hers. Bright Goddess. She can have none but me. N y, if you go to scrambling, this for me. Thou art for us. Peace sword. Do; and I'll found my Drum To drown his voice, that does for parleance come. Me! Fire, rage, and fury, all my veins do swell. Be mute my tongue, bright sword my fury tell. Arms you are full of hope and sweet success, The famous Art, whose honoured badge you are, First, when I lived amongst London-prentices, Gave me and honest and a pleasant life, Now in these woods have wone me fame & honour: And I have rescued Princes with this shield: And Princes are indebted to these Arms. And if I live, in memory of this Within their fair Hall shall this Scutcheon hang, Till some smooth pen Historify my name, What object's that? A Knight a sleep or dead? O, it's the Base, and ground of all my hate; I'll kill the villain: O dishonoured thought! Art thou not son unto the Bullen Duke, And canst thou hatch dishonour? Archfoe live. I scorn advantage, should I fight with Mars. He bears this shield I will exchange with his, And leave a Motto written in mine own Shall make him quake to read. Be swift my pen, Affright his sense when he shall wake again. It's done. Then go with me and mine stay here, Which in despite of thee, base Knight, I wear. You mock me Princes, never did my sword Drink drop of Pagans blood to set you free: But Robert and that Prince unthankful be. Mine. What mean you Princes to deride a stanger? These eyes did never see you two in danger. I: and who owes that? Have at to e slave. Lords, take mine too: by heaven I'll pawn my life Against the Sultans head, to bring it you, So you will let us try this mastery. You charge us deeply. I a banished man, Whom you for mutiny expulst the Camp, Yet was I leader of ten thousand French, But thought by you unworthy of these wars. Since my exile (Prince Robert view me well) I freed you two from base captivity. 'Twas I that brought you weapons in the woods, And then you termed me some Cele iall power, But being now in safety, you forget Your dangers passed, and cancel that great debt. I did, but since exchanged it with my foe. Thy words are mine. What! Charles! I, and another son as much Like you. That Duke called his son Charles. And Charles! Nay curse my heart that emulated thee. When I was thrown upon the Fr changed Kings Coast, I thought none had escaped the Seas but I. And tell the Sold n from a Christian Prince, That won from him these colours, and this Crown, In that pitched field my head this Crown shall bear, And skar e-like these athwart my breast I'll wear. And Godfrey you high Marshal, and Master of the Camp, And as assistants you have under you The Sergeant Mayor, Quartermaster, Provost, And Captain of the Spyons. While you intend the walls, shall my barred horse Give a brave onset, shivering all their Pikes, Armed with their Grieves and Maces, and broad Swords, Proof Cuiraces, and open Burganets. Within our Troops are English, French, Scotch, Dutch, Italians of Prince Tancred's Regement. Even from the Seas that wall in Albion, As far as any River or Brook runs, That Christian on, have we people here, A Jerusalem. A Zion, a Jerusalem, a father. Showers of abundance rain into our lips, To make repentance grow within our hearts. What greater earthly bliffe could heaven pour down, Then Zion, our deer father, and this Town? The Crown is burst, and parted from my head; I fear the heavens are angry with your choice. If it be nothing else, Crown me again, We have a heart our Kingdom to maintain. What honours do my brother's heads await? Honoured Saint! Make love unto my sister! it's most strange, Now Guy I would thy hadst thy French love here. My heart should grant her what I then refused. Now having God this state of dignity, I grieve that I have so obdurate been, But for amends would make her Zions Queen. O brother, where's the villain? Great were offence, I would not clear for you. Pray, let me see him, brother in that habit, I would not lose the villain for more gold, Then Zion would be sold for; he will blush To be taken tardy in his Maids attire. I have. Leap heart, dance spirit, be merry jocund soul, It's she undoubtedly. I do, 'twas that disguise, That all this w isle hath blinded my clear eyes. She is no boy, you do mistake her quite. I know not the reason. I had much ado to get leave of my Master to be spared from my attendance in the Shop, and serving of Customers. As a good refuge in extremity. Say I be born a Prince, and be cast down By some sinister chance, or Fortune's frown: Say I be banished: when I have a Trade, And in my self a means to purchase wealth, Though my state waste, and towering honours fallen, That to still stays with me in the extremest of all. My Genius bids my soul have patience, And says I shall not be a Prentice long. I scorn it not: but yet my sp me, To have this hand catch at the Crown of Fame. Brother, if I knew where to go to war, I would not stay in London one hour longer. Alone? why sister, Can you be left alone amongst multitudes? London is sull of people every where. If I cast Bole, or Spoon, or Salt again, Before I have beheld Jerusalem, Let me turn Pagan. And if my valour bring me to command, The Goldsmiths Arms shall in my colours stand. Heaven. Wear. Sweet Lady, all my powers I owe to you: For by your favour I ascend this heighth, Which seats me in the favour of a Prince. A Prince, that did he know me, in the stead pri to to himself. Of doing me honour would cut off my head. He did exile my father; cast me down; And spurred with envious hate, distressed us all. Since fortune then, and the devouring Seas, Have robbed me of my brother's, and none left Of all my father's sons alive but I: Take this advantage, and be secret, Guy. Meet this occasion; and conclude with fate, To raise again thy father's ruined state. What would you have me say? Be't not my birth, no question I'll deny. Doubt not my truth for honour scorns to lie. To ride a horse as well as any man; To make him mount, curvet, to leap, and spring; To chide the bit, to gallop, trot the ring. Then can I love no Lady by my troth. Madame farewell; for under my command The King your father sends ten thousand men, To win the holy Town Jerusalem. Thither must I; esteeming your high honour Like a bright Comet and unmatched Star; But love no woman in the world, save war. One that thinks scorn to give least place to thee. I reck thee not, my frown thou canst not . We are no babe; or if we were, yet know Thy proud face cannot Like a Bugbear show. I let thee know thou hast done as much by me. Thinkest thou, thou canst outface me? proud man, no: Know I esteem thee as too weak a foe. But I will. Thy arms want strength, thou canst not toss me so. Robert, mine arm shall act a wondrous thing, I'll hurl him Like a stone out of a sling. Not have the way? I'll fling thee on the earth, And then march over thee with all my Troops. I will not march first; but in courtesy I will resign that honoured place to thee; But what a King should say, I should not do With violent rage that would I run into. Go on, by heaven you shall, I yield it you; By heaven you shall, the place I freely grant. Friendship can more with me, then rude constraint. Or hath the pride of thy refined tongue Guilded thy message with these words of scorn? Basely retire, and thirty thousand strong? Were the whole world's power ambushed in our way Yet would we on. Return dishonourably? Forward Il'e march, though every step I tread Plunge me in blood, thus high above my head. That young Knights face, me thinks, I well should know. This bickering will but keep our arms in use, The holy battles better to endure. And I the other. I should esteem him my immortal foe, That should attempt to take away the honour Of such a strong encounter from my hand. Champion appear betwixt our Royal Hosts, Let's seethy strength make good thy haughty boasts. And who should fight against him? Thou! What God hath made, a Gods name do you mar, Death is the least I fear, now to the bar. Hold me oh still; where ere I n xt shall meet thee, This sword, Like thunder, on thy cr st shall greet thee. Banished the Camp I go, but not so far, But I will make one in this Christian war, Like and unknown Knight I will bear a shield, In it engraved the Trade I did profess, When once I was a Goldsmith in Cheap- idem: And if I prosper, to these arms I'll add Some honour, and the scutcheon I shall bear, Shall to the Pagans bring pale death, and fear. Adieu brave Christian Lords; for I must tray, A banished man can never miss his way. I am turned wild man since I used these Foe ests: And I have won more weapons in these woods, From Outlaws, whom my sword hath vanquished, Then I can carry on my back with ease. I have swords, targets, Pikes, and Partisans, Pollaxes, maces, clubs, and horsemen's sta , Darts, halberds, long swords, Pistols, Petronels, All which I have conquered. At this Mountain ridge Two villains with these weapons set upon me: But with my sword I made them turn their heals, And leaves these Trophies which I thus support, And bear upon my shoulders Conqueror-like, What? do I see and ambush? by their arms They should be Pagans: Robert prisoner! With him a Christian Leader! O my God, Thou hast either brought me to revive my name By rescuing these, or here to die with sham . Come life, come death; a banished man will try, To live with honour, or with honour die. Robert break from thy guard, make them dismayed, Receive these weapons, God hath sent thee aid. The Christians God for us. This Crown upon my head, says it was I. Thou knowest me then. Witness my shield I am one amongst the rest. Divide we hands and hearts: what hatred rests, Pour out in Thunder on the Pagans crests. In memory a king hath born this shield, I add these Chalices to this Argent Field. Or I that Dame, That adds to beauty's sun a brighter flame. Brother, it's you that are deceived in her, Beshrew her, she hath been my bedfellow A y are and more, yet I had not the grace. Brother's receive a sister; reverent father Accept a daughter, while I take a wife, And of a great Kings daughter make a Queen. This is the beauteous virgin, the French Lady, To whom my fortune still remains in debt. Fair Saint, I did you wrong. If fortune had not be your friend in this, You had not lain thus long without a kiss. Father, embrace her; brother's; sister, all.