LLEWELYN

Come Rice and rouse thee for thy countries good, Follow the man that means to make you great: Follow Lluellen rightful prince of Wales. Sprung from the oines of great Cadwalader, Descended from the oines of Trojan Brutus, And though the tari ous 'Saxons, Normans, Danes, Have sp to the true Roman of glorious Troy, Within the western mountains of this I'll, Yet have we hope to climb these stony pales, When Londoners as Romans earstamazde, Shall tre bling Lluellens at the gate. Accomplish this, thus have I brought you forth, Disguised to Milford haven, here attend, The landing of the lady Aeliner. Her stay does make me muse, the wind stands fair And ten days hence we did expect them here, Neptune be favourable to my love, And steer his keel with thy three forked mace, That from this shore I may behold her sails, And in mine arms embrace my dearest deer. I am sorry trust me to see the church so unpatient. Hence rogue with your prophecies, out of my sighed. Owen ap Rice, 'tis that Lluellen fears, I fear me Edward will be come a shore, Ere we can make provision for the war. But be it as it will, within his court My brother David is, that bears a face, As if he were my greatest enemy, He by this craft shall creep into her heart, And give intelligence from time to time, Of her intentions, drifts and stratagems. Here let us rest upon the salt sea shore, And while our eyes long for our hearts desires, Let us Like friends pastime us on the sands, Our frolic minds are ominous for good. A Pretty worm, and a lusty friar, Made for the field, not for the choir. Nothing, but I woe worser gladly know, If be your first dish, what shall be your last service. Oh Friar, your holy mother the church teaches you to abstain from these morsels, therefore my masters 'tis a deed of charity to remove this stumbling block, a fair wench, a shrewd temptation to a Friars conscience. Mass by your leave, weel prove. Countrymen? nay I cannot think that and English friar, will come so far into Wales barefooted. Countrymen, not so sir, we renounce thee Friar, and refuse your country. Friar, hold thy hands, I swear as I am a Gen tleman, I am a Welshman, and so are the rest of honesty. It is he Friar, give me thy hand, And gramercy twenty times, I promise thee thou hast cudgeld Two as good lessons into my jacket, As ever Churchman did at so short warning. The one is, not to be too busy with another men cattle, The other, not in hast to deny my country. 'Tis pity Friar but thou shouldst be Lluellens Chaplain, thou edifiest so well, and so shalt thou be, of mine honour, here I entertain thee, thy boy, and thy trull, to follow my fortune, in Secula seculorum. What now, who have we here? Tum date dite dote dum. Soft you now good Morgan Pigot, And take us with ye a little I pray, What means your wisdom by all this. But what didst thou mean by the Goats? And oh boy thou meanest, he that tarries this prophesy, may see Long shanks shorter by the head, and Lluellan wear the crown in the field. Jack, I make him thy prisoner, Look what way my fortune inclines, That way goes he, What tidings brings Guenther with his haste? Say man, what bodes thy message good or bade. And what of him? All good, all friends: Meredeth see the man, Must make us great, and raise Lluellens ead: Fight thou Lluellen for thy friend and thee. Hurt for our good, Meredeth make account, Sir David's wit is full of good devise, And kindly will perform what he pretends. David if thou wilt best for me devise, Advise my love be rendered to my hand: Tell that m the Chains that Mul ber erst made, To tie Prometheus limbs to Caucasus, Nor furies phanges shall hold me ong from her, But I will have her from the usurpers tent, My beauteous Elinor: if ought in this, in this case thy wit may boot thy friends, Express it then in this, in nothing else. Sweetly advised David, thou blessest me, My brother David lengthener of my life, Friends gratulate to me my joyful Hope's. Usurper here I am, what dost thou cra e. Traitor, no king, that seeks thy countries sack, The famous runagate of Christendom. Why Longshankes, thinkest thou I will be scarde with words? No, didst thou speak in thunder Like to Io e, Or shouldst as Br areus shake at once, A hundred bloody swords, with bloody hands, I tell thee Longshankes here he faceth thee, Whom nought can daunt, no not the stroke of death: Resolved ye see: but see the chance of war, Knowest thou a traitor and thou seest his head, Then Longshankes look this villain in the face: This Rebel he hath wrought his countries wrack, Base. rascal, had and hated in his kind, Object of wrath, and subject of revenge. No nor his mistress gallant Mortimor, With all the gold and silver of the land. We will nor ask nor have, seest thou these tools? These be the Dogs shall bait him to the death, And shall by piecemeals tear his cursed flesh, And in thy sighed here shall he hang and pine. What threats thou Edward, Desperate minds contemn, That fury menaceth, see thy words effects. Edward, king Edward, as thou list be termed, Thou knowest thou hast my beauteous Elinor, Produce her forth, to plead for David's life, She may obtain more then and host of men. Talk no more to me, let me see her face. What hast thou found Friar, would? Sooth Edward I do prize my Elinor, Dearer then life, but there belongeth more To these affairs, than my content in love: And to be short, if thou wilt have thy man, Of whom I swear thou thinkest over well, The safety of Lluellen and his men, Must be regarded highly in this match, Say therefore and be short, wilt thou give peace And pardon to Lluellen and his men. Why Cambria Britain's are you so incensed, Will you deliver me to Edwards hands? The gates are opened, enter thee and thine. True man, true Friar, true priest, & true knave, These four in one this trull shall have, The devil he can, Rhyme with reason, and rhyme without reason, And reason without rhyme: Then good Morgan Pigot, pluck out thy spigot, And draw us a fresh pot, From the kinder kind of thy knowledge. Villain away, isle here no more of your prophecies. And what of her? Hath amorous Neptune gazed upon my love, And stopped her passage with his forked mace: Or that I rather fear, Oh deadly fear, Enamoured Nereus doth he withhold my Elinor? Godamercy Mortimor and so farewell. Good words Sir Rice wrongs have best remedy, So taken with time patience and policy. But where is the Friar who can tell? That can I master very well, And say I faith what hath befell: Must we at once to heaven or hell? And Maddocke towle thy passing bel. So there lies a straw, and now to the law masters and friends, naked came we in to the world naked are we turned out of the good towns into the wilderness, let me say Mass, me thinks we are a handsome Come mon-wealth, a hand of goodfellows, set a sunning to dog on our own dis cion, what say you Sir? we are enough to keep passage, will you be ruled by me? weel get the next day from Brecknock the book of Robin Hood, the Friar he shall instruct us in his cause and weel even here and well since the king hath put us amongst the discarding cards, and as it were turned us with deuces and trays out of the deck, every man take his standing on Ma nock deny and wander Like ir regulars up and down the wilderness, isle be master of rule, isle be Robin Hood that once, cousin Rice thou shalt be little John, and hers Friar David as fit as a die for Friar Tuck, now my sweet Nel if you will make up the mess with a good heart for Maid marian and do well with Lluellen under the green wood trees, with as good a will as in the good towns, why plenam est curiam. Why so, I see my mates of old, All were not lies that Bedlams told: Of Robin Hood and little John, Friar Tuck and Maid marian. How well they couched in forest green, Frolic and lively with oaten teen: And spent their day in game and glee, Lluellen do seek if ought please thee, Nor though thy foot be out of town, Let thine look black on Edwards Crown. Nor think this green is not so gay, A was the golden rich array: And if sweet Nel my Marrian, Trust me as I am Gentle man: Thou art as fine in this at tire: As fine and fit to my desire, As when of Leisters Hall and bower, Thou Wertenberg the rose and sweetest flowers How sayest thou Friar say I well? For any thing becomes my Nell. Believe him for he tells no lies, But what does little John devise? Rice and I will walk the round, Friar see about the ground. And spoil what pray is to be found, My love I leave within in trust, Because I know thy dealing lust: Come Potter come and welcome to, Fare as we fare and do as we do. 'Tis well potter you fight in a good quarrel, Marry shall we Friar, let us see, be their staves of a length good, so now let us deem of the matter Friendship er and Potter more clatter I have cast your water, and see as deep into your desire, as he that had dined every day into your bosom, Oh Friar will nothing serve your turn but Larks. Are such five birds for such course Clerks, None but my Marian can serve your turn. Therefore Friar shalt thou not fail, But mightily your foe assail: And thrash this Potter with thy slaile, And Potter never rave nor rail, Not ask questions what I ail: But take this tool and do not quail, But to rash this Friars russet coat: And make him sing a dastards note, And cry Pecca miserere David, In am ama : Goc to. Villains do not touch the forbidden hair now to delude, or to dishonour me. Rice every day thus shall it be, weel have a thrashing set among the Friars, and he that of these cham lengers lays on slowest load, be thou at hand Rice to gore him with thy Good. The Friar is worser, but let him alone with S devise, and now to you my masters, Pedlar, Priest and Piper, throw down your budgets in the mean while, and when the Friar is at leisure he hall tell you wh to you shall trust to. ( oe, So sir Friar, now you have gathered up your winnings I pray you stand up and give the messeugers their charge that Robin Hood may receive his Toule. So vam e your budgets to Robin of the mountain, but what art thou that disd nest to pay Thy custo ̄ e, as if thou scornest the greatness of the prince of Wales? Why thou speakest as thou shouldst speak. My masters on pain of my displeasure depart the place and leave us two to our selves, I must lope his Long shanks. for isle ear to a pair of Longshankes. What r K g, well ome to Cambria's, what foolish Edward darest ou endanger to tr l these mountains, thou as to come bore with the Prince of ales? No Edward I am as good a man as thy self. What Potter, did not I charge you to begun with your fellows? No cow worser Dau worser, him courage is Like to the Lion, and were it not that rule and souerai tie sets us at , I could love and honour the man for his valour. Well David what will be shall be, therefore Can sting these matters out of our heads, David thou art welcome to Cambria, let us in and be merry after this cold cooling, and to prep re to strengthen our selves a gainst the last threatenings. The angry Heavens frowned on Britain's fac To Eclipse the glory of fair Cambria, With sor or aspects the dreadful Planets lower, Lluellen basely turn thy back and fly, No Welshmen fight it to the last and die. For if my men safely have God the Bride, Careless of chance, isle reck no sour event, England's broad womb hath not that armed band, That can expel Lluellen from his land. Fly Lord of Cambria, fly Prince of Wales, Sweet brother fly the field is won and lost, Thou art beset with England's furious troops, And cursed Mortimor Like a Lion leads, Our men have God the Bridge but all in vain: The English men are come upon our backs, Either flee or die for Edward hath the day: For me I have my rescue in my hand, England on me no torments shall inflict, Farewell Lluellen while we meet in Heaven. Follow pursue: lie there what ere thou be, Yet soft my hearts let us his countenance see, This is the Prince I know him by his face, Oh gracious fortune that me happy made, To spoil the weed that chokes fair Cambria, Hale him from hence and in this busky wood, Bury his corpse, but for his head I vowed, I will present our governor with the same. All we have to say to you sir, it may be sir, We would walk aside with your wench a little. Friars agreed: Rice welcome the Ruffines. Go too, go too, you Britain's all, And play the men both great and small, A wondrous matter hath be fallen, That makes the Prophets cry and call, Tum Dam et di to de to dum, That you must march both all and some, Against your foes with trump and Drum: I speak to you from God that you shall overcome. Is Longshankes then, so lusty now become, Is my fair love my beautions Elinor taken? Villain damnde villains not to guard her safe, Or fence her sacred person from her foes, Sun couldst thou shine and see my love beset, And didst not cloth thy clouds in fiery coats, Over all the heavens with winged sulphur flames, As when the beams Like mounted combatants, Battaild with Pyetion in the fallowed lays, But if kind Cambria deign me good aspect, To make me chiefest bruit of western Wales, I'll short that gainlegd Longshanke by the top, And make his flesh my murdering falchions food: To arms true Britain's sprung of Trojans seed. And with your swords write in the book of Time, Your British names in Characters of blood. Owen ap Rice, while we stay for further force, Prepare away in post, and take with thee, A hundred chosen of thy countrymen, And scour the marches with your Welshmen's hooks, That Englishmen may think the diuellis come. Rice shall remain with me, make thou thy boade, In resolution to revenge these wrongs, With blood of thousands guiltless of this rage, Fly thou on them amain: Edward, my love Be thy lives bane. Follow me countrymen, Words make no way, my Elinor is surprised, Robbed am I of the comfort of my life, And know I this and am not venged on him? No, where Lluellen mounts, there Ellen flies Insp keable are my thoughts for her, She is not from me in death to be diuorst. King Edward no, we will admit no pause, For goes this wretch, this wret h to the pot, And Lluellen be pursued so near, May chance to show thee such a tumbling cast, As er our father, when he thought to escape, And broke his neck from Julius Casars town. There rests nothing now cousin but that I fell my chain to set us all in green and weel all play the Pioneers to make us a cave and Cabban for all weathers. Come on my hearts, bring forth your pri soners and let us see what slore of is there in their pursenets, Friar why changed fist to ou man no body will offer thee any fou e plam e I w nt thee. Why so, now it continued tens, now the game be begins. One knave currieth another for his sins.