The valiant VVelshman, or The true chronicle history of the life and valiant deedes of Caradoc the Great, King of Cambria, now called Wales As it hath beene sundry times acted by the Prince of Wales his seruants. Written by R.A. Gent.

THE VALIANT WELSHMAN , OR THE TRVE CHRONIcle History of the life and valiant deedes of CARADOC the Great , King of Cambria , now called WALES . AS it hath beene sundry times Acted by the Prince of Wales his seruants .

Written by R. A. Gent.

LONDON , Imprinted by George Furslowe for Robert Lownes , and are to be solde at his shoppe at the Little North dore of Paules , 1615.

TO THE INGENVOVS READER .

AS it hath been a custome of long continuance , as well in Rome the Capitall City , as in diuers other renowned Cities of the world , to haue the liues of Princes and worthy men , acted in their Theatres , and especially the conquests & victories which their owne Princes and Captains had obtained , thereby to incourage their youths to follow the steps of their ancesters ; which custome euen for the same purpose , is tolerated in our Age , although some peeuish people seeme to dislike of it : Amongst so many valiant Princes of our English Nation , whose liues haue already euen cloyed the Stage , I searched the Chronicles of elder ages , wherein I found amongst diuers renowned persons , one Brittish Prince , who of his enemies , receiued the title of Valiant Brittaine , his name was Caradoc , he was King of Siluria , Ordonica , and March , which Countries are now called , South-Wales , North-Wales , and the Marches ; and therefore being borne in Wales , and King of Wales , I called him the valiant Welshman ; he liued about the yere of our Lord , 70. Cornelius Tacitus in his 12. booke , sayth , that hee held warres 9. years against all the Romane puissance ; but in the end hee was betrayed by Cartismanda Queene of Brigance , and so conuayed to Rome in triumph , so that the name of Caradoc was famous in Rome at that time : wherefore finding him so highly commended amongst the Romans , who were then Lords of all the world , and his enemies ; I thought it fit amongst so many Worthies , whose liues haue already been both acted and printed , his life hauing already bin acted with good applause , to be likewise worthy the printing ; Hoping that you will censure indifferently of it ; and so I bid you farewell .

The Actors names . Fortune . Bardh . Octauian King of North-Wales . Guiniuer his daughter . Codigune his base sonne . The Duke of Cornewall . The Earle of Gloster . Morgan Earle of Anglesey . Pheander his sonne , the Fayry champion . Ratsbane his man . A Iugler . Cadallan Prince of March , with his three sons , and his daughter Voada . Caradoc , Mauron and Constantine . Monmouth an vsurper . Gederus King of Brittaine . Gald his brother . Venusius Duke of Yorke . Cartismanda his wife . Claudius Cesar the Emperour . Ostorius Scapula the Romane Lieutenant . Marcus Gallicus his sonne . Manlius Valens , and Cessius Nasica , 2. Tribunes of the Romanes . A Witch , and her sonne Bluso . The Clowne with a company of Rustickes . A Shepheard . An olde man .

THE VALIANT WELSHMAN . ACTVS 1.

SCENA 1. Fortune descends downe from heauen to the Stage , and then shee cals foorth foure Harpers , that by the sound of their Musicke they might awake the ancient Bardh , a kind of Welsh Post , who long agoe was there intoombed . Fortune . THus from the high Imperiall Seate of Ioue , Romes awfull Goddesse , Chaunce , descends to view This Stage and Theater of mortall men , Whose acts and scenes diuisible by me , Sometime present a swelling Tragedy Of discontented men : sometimes againe My smiles can mould him to a Comicke vayne : Sometimes like Niobe , in teares I drowne This Microcosme of man ; and to conclude , I seale the Lease of mans beatitude : Amongst the seuerall obiects of my frownes , Amongst the sundry subiects of my smiles , Amongst so many Kings housde vp in clay , Behold , I bring a King of Cambria : To whom great Pyrrhus , Hector poysde in scales Of dauntlesse valour , weighes not this Prince of Wales . Be dumbe you scornefull English , whose blacke mouthes Haue dim'd the glorious splendor of those men , Whose resolution merites Homers penne : And you , the types of the harmonious spheares , Call with your siluer tones , that reuerend Bardh , That long hath slept within his quiet vrne , And let his tongue this Welshmans Crest adorne . The Harpers play , and the Bardh riseth from his Tombe . Bardh . Who 's this disturbs my rest ? Fortune . None , Poet Laureat : but a kind request Fortune prefers vnto thy ayry shape , That once thou wouldst in well-tunde meeter sing The high-swolne fortunes of a worthy King , That valiant Welshman , Caradoc by name , That foylde the haughty Romanes , crackt their fame . Bardh . I well remember , powerfull Deity , Arch-gouernesse of this terrestriall Globe , Goddesse of all mutation man affords , That in the raigne of Romes great Emperour , Ycleped Claudian , when the Bryttish Ile Was tributary to that conquering See , This worthy Prince suruiued , whose puissant might Was not inferiour to that sonne of Ioue , Who , in his cradle chokte two hideous Snakes . Which , since my Fortune is to speake his worth , My vtmost skill aliue shall paint him forth . Fort. Then to thy taske , graue Bardh : tell to mens eare , Fame plac't the valiant Welshman in the spheare . Exit . Bardh . Then , since I needs must tell the high designes Of this braue Welshman , that succeeding times , In leaues of gold , may register his name , And reare a Pyramys vnto his fame ; This onely doe I craue , that in my song , Attention guyde your eares , silence your tongue . Then know all you , whose knowing faculties Of your diuiner parts scorne to insist On sensuall obiects , or on naked sense , But on mans highest Alpes , Intelligence . For to plebeyan wits , it is as good , As to be silent , as not vnder stood . Before faire Wales her happy Vnion had , Blest Vnion , that such happinesse did bring , Like to the azure roofe of heauen full packt With those great golden Tapers of the night , Whose spheares sweat with their numbers infinite ; So was it with the spacious bounds of Wales , Whose firmament contaynd two glorious sonnes , Two Kings , both mighty in their arch-cōmands , Though both not lawfull in their gouernement : The one Octauian was , to whom was left , By lineall descent , each gouernment : But that proud Earle of Munmouth stealing fire , Of high ambition did one throne aspire , Which by base vsurpation he detaines . Of lawfull ( right ) vnlawfull treason gaines . Twise , in two haughty set Battalions , The base vsurper Munmouth got the day : And now Octauian spurde with griefe and rage , Conducted by a more propitious starre , Himselfe in person comes to Shrewsbury , Where the great Earle of March , great in his age , But greater in the circuit of his power , Yet greatest in the fortunes of his sonnes , The Father of our valiant Welshman calld , Himselfe , his warlike sonnes , and all doth bring , To supplant Treason , and to plant their King . No more I le speake : but this olde Barde intreats , To keepe your vnderstanding and your seates .

ACTVS 1. SCENA 2. Enter Octauian , King of Northwales , Gloster , Codigunes base sonne , Morgan , Earle of Anglesey , and his foolish sonne with souldiers . Octauian . Gloster , Lord Codigune , And Noble Morgan , Earle of Anglesey , Can the vsurping name of Monmouth liue Within the ayry confines of your soules , And not infect the purest temprature Of loyalty and sworne allegeance , With that base Apoplexie of reuolt , And egre appetite of soueraigne might , Counting the greatest wrong , the greatest right ? Full many Moones haue these two aged lights Beheld in peacefull wise : Now , to my griefe , When the pure oyle , that fed these aged Lampes , Is almost spent , and dimly shines those beames , That in my youth darted forth spritefull rayes , Must now die miserable and vndone , By monstrous and base vsurpation . Codig . Thrise noble king , be patient , this I reade , The Gods haue feet of wooll , but hands of lead : And therefore in reuenge as sure , as slow . What though two Royall Armies we haue lost ? He that beares man about him , must be crost : And that base Monmouth , that with his goldēhead Salutes the Sunne , may with the Sunne fal dead . For base Rebellion drawes so short a breath , That in the day she moues , she moues to death : And like the Marigold opens with the Sunne , But at the night her pride is shut and done . Morgan . Harke you , me Lord Codigune ,

By the pones of Saint Tany , you haue prattled to the King a great deale of good Phisicke , and for this one of her good lessons and destructions , how call you it , be Cad , I know not very well , I wil fight for you with all the George Stones , or the Vrsa maiors vnder the Sunnes . Harke you me , Kings : I pray you now , good Kings , leaue your whimbling , and your great proclamations : let death come at her , and ha can catch her , and pray God blesse her . As for the Rebell Monmouth , I kanow very well what I will do with her . I will make Martlemas beefe on her flesh , and false dice on her pones for euery Conicatcher : I warrant her for Case bobby and Metheglin : I will make her pate ring noone for all her resurrections and rebellions .

Octauian . But soft , what Drum is this , The Drumme soundeth afarre off . That with her silent march salutes the ayre ? Herald , go see . Herald . And 't please your Grace , Cadallan , Earle of March Spurred on by duty and obsequious loue , Repining at the Fortune of your foe , Whose rauening tyranny deuoures the liues Of innocent subiects , now in person comes , To scourge base vsurpation with his sonnes . Octa. Conduct them to our presence . Enter March. Welcome , braue Earle , with these thy manly sonnes : Neuer came raine vnto the Sunne-parcht earth , In more auspicious time , then thy supply , To scourge vsurping pride and soueraignety . Cadallan . Oh my gracious Lord , Cadallan comes drawne by that powerfull awe Of that rich Adamant his soule adores . The needles poynt is not more willing to salute the North , Man ioyfuller to sit inshrinde in heauen , Then is my loyalty to ayde my King . I know , dread Liege , that each true man should know , To what intent dame Nature brought him forth : True subiects are like Commons , who should feede Their King , their Country , and their friends at need . Octa. Braue Earle of March , I need not here delude The precious time with vaine capituling Our own hereditary right . Graues to the dead , Balsum to greene wounds , or a soule to man Is not more proper , then Octauian To the vsurped Title Monmouth holds . Then once more on : this be our onely trust : Heauens suffer wrongs : but Angels gard the iust . Exeunt .

ACTVS 1. SCENA 3. Enter Monmouth the vsurper in armes with Souldiers . Mon. Now valiant Countreymen , once more prepare Your hands and hearts vnto a bloudy fight . Sterne Mars beginnes to buckle on his helme , And waues his sanguine colours in the ayre : Recount , braue spirits , two glorious victories , Got with the death of many thousand soules . Thinke on the cause , for which we stand ingagde , Euen to the hazard of our goods and liues : That were Octauians forces like the starres , Beyond the limits of Arithmetike : Or equall to the mighty Xerxes hoste : Yet like the poles , our dauntlesse courage stands , Vnshaken by their feeble multitudes . The Drum beats afarre off . But soft : what Drum is this ? Souldiers , look out . Did Cesar come , this welcome he should haue , Strong armes , bigge hearts , and to conclude , a graue . Souldiers . My Lord Octauian , Backt with the Earle of March and his three sonnes , Intends to giue you battell . Mon. No more , no more : fond doting Earle : Is not there roome enough within Churchyards , To earth his aged bodie , with his sonnes , But hee must hither come to make their graues ? Drums , beat aloud . I le not articulate . My soule is drown'd in rage . This bloudy fight Shall toombe their bodies in eternal night . Exeunt . Alarum . Enter Cadallan wounded , with his sonnes . Caradoc . Rot from his cursed trunke that villaines arme , That gaue this fatall wound to reuerend age . How fares our Princely father ? Cad . As fares the sicke man , when the nights blacke bird Beates at his casements with his sable wings : Or as the halfe dead captiue being condemn'd , Awaites the churlish Iaylors fearefull call Out of his lothsome dungeon to his death : So fares it with the wounded Earle of March : The current of my bloud begins to freeze , Toucht by the Icy power of gelid death : A sad Eclipse darkens these two bright lights : My vitall spirits faint , my pulses cease , And natures frame dissolues to natures peace , All by that damn'd vsurper . He dies . Cara. Eternall peace , free from the hate of men , Inspheare thy soule , and mount it to the stars . Brothers , surcease your griefe , goe to the field , Cheare vp the Souldiers , whilst I single forth This bloudy Monmouth , that I may sacrifice His canceld life vnto my fathers ghost , And rid the land of this Egean filth , His vsurpation stables . Oh , t is good , To scourge with death , that crying sinne of bloud . Morgan meets Caradoc going in . Morgan .

Cousin Caradoc , well , in all these pribble prabbles , I pray you , how dooth our vncle Cadallan ? bee Cad , I heard he had got a knocke : if it bee so , I pray you looke that the leane Caniball , what doe you call him that eate vp Iulius Cesars and Pompeyes : a saucy knaue , that cares no more for Kings , then lowsie beggers & Chimney-sweepers .

Cara.

Why , death , man .

Morgan .

I , I , Death , a poxe on her : as Cad shudge mee , hee will eate more Emperours and Kings at one meale , then some Taylors halfepenny loaues , or Vsurers decayed shentlemen in a whole yeare : therefore I pray you Cousin , haue a care of her vncle .

Cara.

He is in heauen already .

Morgan .

In heauen ! why did you let her goe thither ?

Cara.

It is a place of rest , and Angels blisse .

Morgan .

Angells ! Cots blue-hood : I warrant her , there is ne're a Lawyer in the whole orld , but had rather haue eleuen shillings , then the best Anshell in heauen . I pray you who sent her thither ?

Cara. I cannot tell , but from his dying tongue He did report Monmouth the bloudy meanes . Morgan .

Monmouth ! Iesu Christ ! did hee send her vncle to Saint Peters and Saint Paules , and not suffer her cousin Morgan to bid her Nos Dhi●u ? harke you , Cousin , I le seeke her out be Cad . Farewell , Cousin , I le make her pring packe her Nuncle with a venshance .

Cara. Farewell , good Cousin ; whilst I range about The mangled bodies of this bloudy field , To finde the Traytor forth , whose spo●ted soule I le send posthaste vnto that low Abisse , That with the snaky furies he may dwell , And ease Prometheus of his paines in hell . Alarum againe . Enter at one dore Monmouth with Souldiers , at the other Codigune : they fight : Monmouth beates them in ; then enter Caradoc at the other . Caradoc . Turne thee , Vsurper , Harpey of this Clime , Ambitious villaine , damned homicide . Mon. Fondling , thou speakest in too milde consonants : Thy ayry words cannot awake my spleene : Thou woundst the subtle body of the ayre , In whose concauity we stand immured : Thou giuest me cordials , and not vomits now : Thy Physicke will not worke : these names thou speakst , Fill vp each spongy pore wiihin my flesh , With ioy intolerable : and thy kind salutes Of villany , and ambition , best befits The royall thoughts of Kings : Reade Machiauell : Princes thus would aspire , must mocke at hell . Cara. Out , thou incarnate Deuill ; garde thee , slaue : Although thou fear'st not hell , I le dig thy graue . Mon. Stay , Prince , take measure of me first . Cara. The Deuill hath donè that long ago . Alarum there . They both fight , and Caradoc killeth him . Enter Constantine . Const. Surcease , braue brother ; Fortune hath crownd our browes With a victorious wreath ; Their Souldiers flee , And all their Army is discomfited . The King sounds a retreat . What is the Traytor dead ? This act hath purchast honour to our name , And crownde thee with immortall memory . Off with his head : and let the King behold , His greatest foe and care lies dead and cold .

ACTVS 1. SCENA 4. Enter 〈◊〉 , Gloster , Mauron with colours and souldiers . Octa. Here ends the life and death of bloudy warre , Whose graue-like Paunch did neuer cry , Inough : And welcome , Peace , that long hath lin'd exilde , Immurde within the Iuory wals of blisse . Ambition now hath throwne her snaky skin , From off her venomde backe . Oh may shee die , Congeal'd , and neuer moue again to multiply . Enter Caradoc , Morgan and Constantine . Morgan .

God plesse her . Be Cad , Kings , all the Sybilles in the whole orld speake not more tales and prophesies , then our Cousin Morgan : Looke you now Kings , our cousin Caradoc , and our cousin Constantine , breake our fasts with mince-pyes and Gallymawfryes of legs and armes . Is your Grace a hungry ? If you bee , I haue prought you a Calues head in wooll , bee Cad ; t is in my Knappesacke .

Octa.

Thanks , gentle Earle .

Mor.

Thanks for a Pigge in a poake , t is pleeding new ; and I pray you thanke our cousin Caradoc for it : for as Cad shudge me , hee was the Caterer : be Cad , hee did kill her with one blow in the crag , as you vse to kill Conies .

Octa.

Why , Cousin Morgan , I vse not to kill Conyes .

Mor.

Do you not ? Harke you me : you were a gteat deale petter to kil al the Conyes in Wales , then they to kil her . Be Cad , I haue knowne tall men as Hercules , beene wounded to death , and kicke vp her heeles in an Hospitall , by the byting of a tame Conyes in the City : therefore your wilde Conyes in the Suburbs , that eate of nothing but Mandrakes & Turne-her-vps , mark you me now , by Sheshu , are worse then Dog dayes .

Octa. Well , Cousin , you are merry . But now , braue plants of that vnhappy tree , Whom chaunce of warre hath leueld with the earth , And in our cause : We cannot but lament The sudden downefall of that aged Earle . But since the wil of heauen is not confinde Vnto the will of man : his soule 's at rest . Our bounties and our loue to you aliue , Shall well confirme the loue we owe him dead . And first , because your worthy selues shall see , Our Royall thoughts adore no peasants god , Or dung-hill basenesse : but in that spheare we moue , Where honour sits coequall with high Ioue . To thee braue Knight , heauens chiefest instrument Of our new-borne tranquility and peace , We giue for thy reward , this golden Fleece , Our Royall daughter , beautious Guiniuer , And after our decease , our Kingly right . Speake , valiant Knight , wilt thou accept of this ? Cara. Accept of it , great King ! The Thracian Orpheus neuer entertayn'd More Ioy in sight of his Euridice , When with his siluer tunes he did inchaunt The triple-headed dog , and reassumde , His soules beatitude , from Plutoes Court , Then your deuoted seruant in this gift , Wherein such vnrespected ioy concurs , That euery sense daunces within his blest circumference , And cals my blisse , A Newyeeres gift from Ioue ; And not from that which reason or discourse Proudly from beasts doth challenge , as from man . In briefe , my Lord , Looke how proud Nature in her store , Because shee hath one Phenix and no more , Whose indiuiduall substance being but one , Makes Nature boast of her perfection : So is t with me , great King ; more blest in this , Then man turn'd constellation , starr'd in blisse . Her gracious answere , and I am content . Mor.

Her consent , Cousin Caradoc , I warrant her there is neuer a Lady in England , but consent to giue prike and prayse to a good thing ; goe you together : I warrant her .

Octa.

How now , my Lord , doe you play the Priest ?

Mor.

Priests ! Cads blue-hood , I should be mad fellow to make Priests : for marke you now , my Lord : the Priests say , Let no man put her asunder : that s very good . But belieue mee , and her will , it is a great deale petter to put her betweene ; because the one is a curse , and the fruites of the wombe is a great plessing .

Octa. Now Princely sonne , reach me each others hand . Here in the sight of heauen , of God and men , I ioyne your Nuptiall hands . Oh , may this howre Be guided by a fayre and kind aspect . Let no maleuolent Planet this day dart Her hateful influence , 'gainst these hallowed rites . You heauenly Pilots of the life of man , Oh , be propitious to this sacred cause , That God and men may seale it with applause . So now to Ceremonies . Musicke , sound shrill thy note : 'T is Hymens holyday ; Let Bacchus flote . Exeunt . Manet solus Codigune . Codig . Go you vnto the Church , and with your holy fires Perfume the Altars of your country gods , Whilst I in curses , swifter in pursute , Then winged lightning , execrate your soules , And all your Hymeneall iollity , Now swels the wombe of my inuention , With some prodigious proiect , and my brayne Italianates my barren faculties To Machiuilian blacknesse . Welshman , stand fast ; Or by these holy raptures that inspire The soule of Polititians with reuenge , Blacke proiects , deepe conceits , quaynt villanies , By her that excommunicates my right Of my creation , with a bastards name , And makes me stand nonsuted to a crowne ; I le fall my selfe , or plucke this Welshman down . Cornwall , he kild thy brother . There 's the base , Whereon my enuy shall erect the frame Of his confusion . Gloster , I know , Is Natures master-piece of enuious plots , The Cabinet of all adulterate ill Enuy can hatch ; with these I will beginne , To make blacke enuy Primate of each sin . Now , in the heate of all their reuelling , Hypocrisie , Times best complexion , Smooth all my rugged thoughts , let them appeare As brothell sinnes benighted , darkely cleare . Lend me thy face , good Ianus , let mee looke Iust on Times fashion , with a double face , And clad my purpose in a Foxes case . Exit .

ACTVS 2.

SCENA 1. Sound Musicke . Enter Octauian , Caradoc , Guiniuer , Gloster , Cornewall and Codigune vnto the Banket . Octa. Sit , Princes , and let each man , as befits This solemne Festiuall , tune his sullen senses , To merry Carols , and delightsome thoughts , Comicke inuentions , and such pleasant straines As may decypher time to be well pleased . All things distinguisht are into their times And Iouiall howres , vnfit for graue designes . A health vnto the Bride and Bridegroome . Lords , Let it goe round . They drinke round . Octa. How fares our princely Daughter ? Me thinks , your looks are too composde for such a holiday . Gui. Oh my good Lord , to put your Highnes out of your suspect , Which your weak argument draws from my looks : T is true , that heathen Sages haue affirmed , That Natures Tablet fixt within our looke , Giues scope to reade our hearts , as in a booke . Yet this affirmative not alwayes holds ; For sometimes as the vrine , that foretels The constitution of each temperature , It falsely wrongs the iudgement , makes our wit Turne Mountybanke in falsely iudging it : And like the outward parts of some fayre whore , Deceiues , euen in the obiect we adore : My Lord , my soule 's so rapte In contemplation of my happy choyce , That inward silence makes it more complete , By how much more it is remote From custome of a superficiall ioy , That s meerely incorporeall , a meere dreame , To that essentiall ioy my thoughts conceyue . Octa. How learnedly hath thy perswasiue toung Discouered a new passage vnto ioy , In mentall reseruation ? True ioy is strung Best with the heart-strings , sounds onely in the tongue . But where 's Sir Morgan , Earle of Anglesey ? He promised vs some pleasant masking sight , To crowne these Nuptials with their due delight . Enter Morgans foolish sonne , Morion . Morion .

Oh my Lord , my father is comming to your Grace , with such a many of Damsons and shee Shittle-cockes : They smell of nothing in the world but Rozin and Coblers waxe ; such a many lights in their heeles , & lungs in their hands , aboue all cry , yfaith .

Enter the Maske of the Fayry Qu●ene with foure Harpers ; before they daunce , one of them singeth a Welsh song : they daunce , and then the foole , Earle Morgans sonne , falleth in loue with the Fayry Queene . Morion .

By my troth , my stomacke rumbleth at the very conceit of this Iamall loue , euen from the sole of my head , to the crowne of the foote . Surely , I will haue more acquaintance of that Gentlewoman ; me thinks she daunceth like a Hobby-horse .

After the daunce , a Trumpet within . Octa. Thanks , Cousin Morgan . But soft , what Trumpets this ? Constan.

A messenger , my Lord , from King Gederus , King of Brytayne , desires accesse vnto your Maiesty .

Octa.

Admit him to our presence .

Enter Ambassadour . Ambass .

Health to this princely presence , and specially to great Octauian ; for vnto him I must direct my speech .

Octa. To vs ? then freely speake the tenor of thy speech , And wee as freely will reply to it . Thy Master is a Prince , whom wee affect , For honourable causes knowne to vs : Then speake , as if the power we haue to graunt , Were tied to his desire . Amb. Then know , great King , that now Gederus stands , As in a Labyrinth of hope and feare , Vncertaine eyther of his life and Crowne . The Romane ▪ Claudius Cesar , with an hoste Of matchlesse numbers , bold and resolute , Are marching towards Brittayn , armd with rage , For the denying Tribute vnto Rome , By force and bloudy warre to conquer it , And eyther winne Brittayne with the sword , Or make her stoope vnder the Romane yoke . Now , mighty King , since Brittayne , through the world , Is counted famous for a generous I le , Scorning to yeeld to forraine seruitude , Gederus humbly doth desire your ayde , To backe him 'gainst the pride of Romane Cesar , And force his Forces from the Brittish shores : Which being done with speede , he vowes to tye Himselfe to Wales , in bonds of amity . Oct. Legate , this news hath pleasd Octauian wel . The Bryttaynes are a Nation free and bold , And scorne the bonds of any forrayne foe ; A Nation , that by force was ne're subdude , But by base Treasons politikely forst . Claudius forgets , that when the Bryttish Ile Scarce knew the meaning of a strangers march , Great Iulius Cesar , fortunate in armes , Suffred three baserepulses from the Cliffes Of chalky Douer : And had not Bryttayne to her selfe prou'd false , Cesar and all his Army had beene toombde In the vast bosome of the angry sea . Sonne Caradoc , how thinke you of this worthy enterprise ? Yet t is vnfit , that on this sudden warning , You leaue your fayre wife , to the Theoricke Of matrimoniall pleasure and delight . Cara. Oh my good Lord , this honourable cause Is able to inflame the coward brest Of base Thersites , to transforme a man , That s Planet-strooke with Saturne , into Mars ; To turne the Caucasus of peasant thoughts , Into the burning Aetna of reuenge , And manly Execution of the foe . What man is he , if Reason speake him man , Or honour spurs on , that immortall fame May canonize his Acts to after times , And Kingly Homers in their Swanlike tunes Of sphearelike Musicke , of sweet Poesie , May tell their memorable acts in verse ; But at the name of Romanes , is all warre , All courage , all compact of manly vigour Totally magnanimious , fit to cope Euen with a band of Centaures , or a hoast Of Cretan Minotaures ? Then let not me be bard : The way to honour 's craggy , rough , and hard . Octa. Go on , & prosper , braue resolued Prince . Car. Faire Princesse , be not you dismaid at this ; T is honour bids me leaue you for a while . 'T will not long be absent . All the world , Except this honourable accident , Could not intreat , what now I must performe , Being ingadgde by honour . Let it suffice , That ioy that liues with thee , without thee dies . Guin . Sweet Lord , ech howre whilst you return , I le pray , Honour may crowne you with a glorious day . Cara. Then here I le take my leaue ; He kisses his hand . First , as my duty binds , of you great King . Next , of you , fayre Princesse . He kisses her . Come brothers , and Lord Morgan , I must intreat Your company along . Mor.

Fare you well , great King : our Cousin ap Caradoc and I , will make Cesars , with all her Romanes , runne to the Teuils arse a peake , I warrant her . Exeunt .

I pray you looke vnto her sonne there : bee Cad , hee hath no more wit in his pa●es , then the arrantest Cander at Coose fayre . Exit .

Octa. Come , daughter , now let 's in . He that loues honour , must his honour winne . Exeunt .

ACTVS 2. SCENA 2. Enter the Bardh , or Welsh Poet. Bard. Thus haue you seen , the vali●nt Caradoc , Mounting the Chariot of eternall fame , Whom , mighty Fortune , Regent of this Globe , Which Nauigators call terrestriall , Attends vpon : and like a careful Nurse , That sings sweet Lullabies vnto her babe , Crowns her beloued Minion with content , And sets him on the highest Spire of Fame . Now to Gederus , King of warlike Brittayne , Opprest with Romane Legions is he gone , Spur'd oh with matchlesse resolution , And in the battell , as your selues shall see , Fights like a Nemean Lyon , Or like , those Giants , that to cope with Ioue , Hurl'd Osla vpon Peleon , heap'd hill on hill , Mountaine on mountaine , in their boundles rage . But in the meane time dreadlesse of trecherous plots , The Bastard playes his Rex , whose ancient sore Beginnes to fester , and now breakes the head Of that Impostume malice had begot . Now Cornewall , Gloster , twinnes of some Incubus , And sonne and heyre to hells Imperiall Crowne , The Bastard Codigune , conspire the death Of olde Octauian . Those that faine would know The manner how , obserue this silent show . Enter a dumbe show , Codigune , Gloster , and Cornwall at the one dore : After they consult a little while , enter at the other dore , Octauian , Guiniuer , and Voada , the sister of Caradoc : they seeme by way of intreaty , to inuite them : they offer a cup of wine vnto Octauian , and he is poysoned . They take Guiniuer and Voada , and put them in prison . Codigune is crowned King of Wales . Bardh . The trecherous Bastard , with his complices , Cornewall and Gloster , did inuite the King , Fayre Guiniuer and beautious Voada , The sister of renowmed Caradoc , Vnto a sumptuous feast , whose costly outside Gaue no suspition to a foule intent . And had Cassandra ( as she did at Troy Foretell the danger of the ●re●ian ho●se , That Sinon counterfeyted with his teares , ) Presaged this Treason ; like to some nightly dream Of some superfluous brayne begot in wine , It had beene onely fabulous , and extinct Euen with the same breath , that she brought it forth , Like some abortiue Oracle , so beguiles The Syrens songs , and teares of Crocodiles . At this great banket , great Octauian Was poysoned , and the wife of Caradoc , Together with his beautious sister led Vnto a lothsome prison , and the Crowne Inuested on the head of Codigune The enuious Bastard . Here leaue we them a while : And now to Bryttayne let vs steare the course Of our attention , where this worthy Sunne That shines within the firmament of Wales , Was like himselfe , thrice welcom'd , till the spleene Of that malicious Gloster did pursue In certaine letters , sent to Goderus King , Whose sister he had maried , his defame Wales lost , in liuely Scenes wee le shew the same .

ACTVS 2. SCENA 3. Exit Bardh . Enter Gederus , King of Bryttaine , Prince Gald , Caradoc , Lord Morgan , Mauron and Constantine . Gode . Once more , braue Peeres of Wales , welcome to Bryttayne . Herein Octauian shewes his kingly loue , That in this rough sea of inuasion , When the high swelling tempests of these times Oreflow our Bryttish b●●ks , and C●sar's rage , Like to an Inundation , drownes our land , To send so many warlike Souldiours , Conducted by the flowres of famous Wales . Now Cesar , when thou dar'st , wee are prepared . Brittaines would rather die , then be outdared . But soft , what messenger is this ? Enter a Messenger with a letter . Speake Messenger , from whom , or whence thou commest . Mess. From Wales , my Lord , sent in all post-haste , From noble Earle of Gloster , to your Grace , With this letter . Gederus reades it . Mor.

From Wales ! I pray you , good postes and messengers , tell vs , how fares all our friends , our Cousin ap Guiniuer , ap Caradoc , ap Voada .

Mess.

I know them not . He strikes him .

Morgan ,

Cads blue-hood , know not our Cousin ? I le giue her such a blow on the pate , I le make her know her cousins . Cads zwownes , hee had best tell her , he knowes not her nose on her face . This fellow was porne at hogs Norton , where pigges play on the Organ . Posts call you her ? Sploud , were a simple Carpenter to build house on such posts : not know our Cousins ?

Gederus . This letter from our brother Gloster sent , Intreates me , not to trust the gilded outsides Of these strangers . We know our brother well : He is a man of honourable parts , Iudicious , vpon no slight surmise , Giues vs intelligence , it shall bee so . Wee le trust a friend , afore an vnknowne foe . Prince Caradoc , you with your forces lye vpon you hill ; From whence , vnlesse you see our Army faint , Or discouraged by the Romane bands , There keepe your standing . A Drum affare off . Harke , Romane Cesar comes : now Brittaynes fight , Like Brutus sonnes , for freedome and for right . Alarum . Exeunt Gederus and his company . Caradoc , Mauron , Constantine , & Morgan 〈◊〉 . Cara. Disgraced by letters ? shifted to a hill ? Fond King , thy words , and all the trecherous plots Of secret mischiefe , sinke into the gulfe Of my obliuion : memory , be dull , And thinke no more on these disgracefull ayres , My fury relisht . King , Set punies to keepe hils , that scarce haue read The first materiall Elements of warre , That winke to see a Canoneere giue fire , And like an Aspin , shakes his coward ioynts , At musket shot . Within these noble veynes , There runnes a current of such high-borne bloud , Achilles well may father for his owne . These honourable sparkes of man wee keepe , Descended linially from Hectors race , And must be put in action . Shall I stand , Like gazing Figure-flingers on the starres , Obseruing motion , and not moue my selfe ? Hence with that basenesse . I that am a starre , Must moue , although I moue irregular . Goe you vnto the hill , in some disguise . I le purchase honour by this enterprise . Exeunt . Alarum .

ACTVS 2. SCENA 4. Enter at the one dore Gederus , and Prince Gald : at the other , Claudius , and common Souldiers . They fight . Claudius beates them in . Then enters Caradoc , and pursues Claudius . Presently enters Cesar and Caradoc fighting . Claud. Hold , valiant Bryttaine , hold thy warlike hands . Cara. Then yeeld thy selfe , proud Romane , Or by those gods the Bryttaines doe adore , Not all thy Romane hoste shall saue thy life . Clau. Then souldiour , ( for thy valour speakes thee so , ) Know , that thou hast no common prisoner , But such a one , whose eminence and place Commaunds officious duety through Rome : Then if thy inward parts deserue no lesse In honours eye , then thy meane habite shewes , Release me , that a publike infamy Fall not vpon me by the scandalous hoste , Whose Criticke censure , to my endlesse shame , Will runne diuision on the chaunce of warre , And brand my fortune with blacke obloquy : And by my honour , that the Romanes hold As deare as life , or any other good The heauens can giue to man , the battell donne , I le pay my ransome in a treble some . Ca. Know , Romane , that a Bryttayne scorns thy gold . Let Midas broode adore that Deity , And dedicate his soule vnto this saint : Souldiours haue mines of honourable thoughts , More wealthy then the Indian veynes of gold , Beyond the value of rich Tagus shore : Their Eagle-feathered actions scorne to stoope To the base lure of vsurers and slaues . Let painefull Marchants , whose huge riding ships Teare vp the furrowes of the Indian deepe , To shun the slauish load of pouerty , Gape after massie golde : the wealth we craue , Are noble actions , and an honoured graue . I le take no money , Romane : But since thou seemest no counterfeit impression , But bear'st the Royall Image of a man , Giue me some priuate token from thy hands , That 's generally knowne vnto thy friends , That if by chance I come to Rome , I may be knowne to be your friend . Claud. Here , worthy Bryttayne , take this golden Lyon , And weare it about thy necke : This when thou commest , Will quickly finde me out . Souldiour , adieu . Cesar is bound both to the gods and you . Exit . Enter Prince Gald . They sound a retreat . Gald . The Romane Eagle hangs her haggard wings , And all the Army 's fled ; all by the strength And opposition of one common man , In shew , not farre superiour to a Souldiour , That 's hyred with pay , or prest vnto the field : But in his manly carryage , like the sonne Of some vnconquered valiant Mermedon . Sure , t is some god-like spirite , that obscures His splendour in these base and borrowed clouds Of common Souldiours habit . All my thoughts Are wrapt in admiration , and I am deepe in loue With those perfections , onely that my eye Beheld in that fayre obiect . Thus haue I left the field , To interchange a word or two with him . And see , in happy time he walkes alone . Well met , braue souldiour : may a Prince be bolde To aske thy name , thy nation and thy birth ? Cara. Fayre Prince , you question that you know already . I am not what I seeme , but hither sent , He discloses himselfe . On honourable termes , to ayd this King ; Which he vnkingly , basely did refuse , And in reward of this his proffered good , Vngratefully returnd ( what other Kings With princely donatiues would recompence ) My seruice with iniurious contempt : But I , in lieu of this disgracefull wrong , Haue done him right , and through the iawes of death , Haue brought a glorious triumph to his Crowne , And hung sweet peace about his palace gates . True honour should doe that , which enuy hates . Gald . Fayre Map of honour , where my reason reades Each nauigable circle , that containes My happy voyage to the land of fame : Say , vertuous Prince , may Gald become so blest To follow thy fayre hopes , and linke his soule In an vnited league of endlesse loue : Nor scorne a Princes proffer : for by heauen , What I intrude , thy vertue hath inforst , And like the powerfull Loadstone , drawne my thoughts To limne out vertue : for exactly done , By artificiall nature , to the life , In thy fayre modell shaddowed curiously , How like Pigmalion , do my passions dote On this fayre picture ! will you accept me Prince ? Cara. Most willingly , kind Prince : And may as yet this Embrio of our loues Grow to his manly vigour : 't is loue alone , That , of diuided soules , makes onely one . Who then adores not loue , whose sacred power Vnites those soules , diuision would deuoure ? Come , gentle Prince , let vs goe see our friends I left vpon you Hill , to keepe our forts , And thence to Wales , where double ioyes attend A beautious wife , and a most constant friend . Exeunt ▪

ACTVS 2. SCENA 5. Enter Morion , the foolish Knight , and his man Ratsbane . Morion .

Come , Ratsbane : Oh the intolerable paine that I suffer for the loue of the Fayry Queene ! my heeles are all kybde in the very heate of my affection , that runnes down into my legs : me thinkes I could eate vp a whole Brokers shoppe at a meale , to be eased of this loue .

Rats .

Oh master , you would haue a villainous many of pawnes in your belly . Why , you are of so weake a nature , you would hardly disgest a Seruingmans Liuery in your belly , without a vomit .

Morion .

I assure thee , thou fayest true , t is but grosse meate . But Ratsbane , thou toldst mee of a rare fellow , that can tell misfortunes , and can coniure : prethee bring me to him . I le giue him somewhat , to helpe mee to speake with the Fayry Queene .

Whose face like to a Butchers doublet lookes , Varnisht with tallow of some beautious Oxe ; Or like the aprons of some Pie-corner Cookes , Whose breath smels sweeter then a hunted Foxe : Whose eyes , like two great foot-balls made of lether , Were made to heate the gods in frosty weather . Ratsb .

Oh , happy that man , that hath a bedfellow of these amiable parts . Oh master , if her visible parts bee such , her inuisible parts are able tomake an Italian run mad : hee loues an armful . But master , see , here s the man I told you of .

Enter the Iuggler and his man . Iuggler . You know my mind , sir , be gone . I haue obseru'd this Idiot , and intend , To gull the Coxecombe : therefore I did translate My selfe this day into this cunning shape . I oft haue heard the foole strongly perswade Himselfe , to be the Fayry Queenes chiefe Loue , And that by her he shall subdue the Turke , And plucke great Otoman from off his throne . This I will worke on . Morion .

Sir , and 't shall please you , I come to know some of that excellent skill , the world hath blisterde mine eares with .

Iug. Sir Thomas Morion , for so are you called , Darling vnto the beautious Fayry Queene ; Your fortunes shall bee such , as all the world Shall wonder at Pheanders noble name : For otherwise , so are you also named . I know to what intent you hither come : You come to see your Loue , the Fayry Queen . And talke with her here in this silent place , Her nimble Fayries , and her selfe do vse Oft to repayre : and long it will not be , Ere she com hither : but thus much you must know You must not talke to her , as to a Queene Of earthly substance : for she is a pure And simple spirit , without Elements : Wherefore , without any mortall thing That may annoy her most immortall sense , You must goe , humbly creeping on your hands , Without your Doublet , Rapier , Cloke or Hose , Or any thing that may offend her nose . And see , see , yonder she comes ; if you wil speake with her , You must doe as I tell you . Enter the Fayry Queene . Morion . Oh helpe me quickly ; Come , Ratsbane , vncase , my loue is come . He strips himselfe , and creepes vpon his hands , with his man . Great Queene , thou soueraigne of Pheanders heart , Vouchsafe a word vnto thy Mayden Knight , That bowes his guts vnto thy mighty face . Fayry Q. Follow me this way . Shee fals downe . vnder the Stage , and he followes her , and fals into the ditch . Morion . Helpe , Ratsbane , helpe , helpe . Rats .

Help ? why , where are you ? I thought you had been in the hole by this time ; Come , giue me your hand . You follow the Fayry Queene ?

Mor.

Come , come , say nothing : wee le goe home like fooles as we came .

Come , my clothes , my clothes .

Rats .

Cods lid , clothes ! Now we may go home worse fooles then we came . Sfoot , this cunning Rascall meanes to set vs a hay making . Sfoote , we are fitte for the Dogge-house , we are flayde already .

Mor.

Well , we may goe home with the naked truth . It s no matter , A mans a man , though hee haue but a hose on his head .

ACTVS 3.

SCENA 1. Enter Codigune , Gloster , and Cornwall with Souldiours vp in Armes . Codig . Now friends and fellow Souldiours in iust Arms , Prepare your selues against the haughty foe , Who , as wee heare , marches not farre from hence . What we haue done , by force wee le make it good , Or seale our bold attempts , with death and bloud . Glost. King , keepe your owne ; maugre all opposition , If he come hither to demaund your right , And with his rebell troopes disturbe the peace Of what both gods and men haue made your own , Maintain the quarrell with your awfull power , Be it right or wrong ; behaue your selfe like Ioue , And strike with thunder his base insolence : Discourse not what is done , nor how , nor when . Onely Kings wils are Lawes for other men . Enter a Messenger . Codig . What tidings brings this sweating Messenger ? Messen. My Lord , Prince Caradoc , returnd from Brittaine , Is with his Army marching hitherwards . Cod. He comes vnto his death . Now , Codigune , Banish al timorous thoughts : think what thou art ; A King . That word is able to infuse Boldnesse , as infinite , as that we call The worlds first mouer . Why , the name of King Were able to create a man of stone , With more then animall courage , to inspire Dulnesse , with nerued resolution . Then , Codigune , like Atlas , on thy backe , Support thy Kingdomes Arch , vntill it cracke . March forward . Exeunt .

ACTVS 3. SCENA 2. Enter Caradoc , Gald , Mauron , Constantine , Lord Morgan , Earle of Anglesey , with colours and Souldiours . Cara. I was not wont , deare friends , to be so dull . I am all lead , as if my subtle soule Had left his lodging in this house of clay . Each empty corner of my faculties , And vnderstanding powers , swell with dreames And dire presages of some future ill : Gastly and fearefull specters haunt my sleepe . And , if there be , as Heathen men affirme , Some godlike sparks in mans diuining soule , Then my propheticke spirite tels me true , That some sad newes attends my steps in Wales . I long to heare what mischiefe , or what good , Hath hapned , since I parted from the King . Enter Morion . Morion .

Oh father , father , ffoot , I sweate , as if I had been buried in a Tunne of hote graynes .

Morg.

Come you Coxecombe , leaue your proclamations and your preambles , and tell her the naked truth .

Morion .

My Father knowes all .

Indeed , father , the naked truth is , that the Fayry Queene robd me of all my clothes : you might haue seen me as poore as an Open-arse . But I can tell you newes ; the King is poysoned ; Lord Codigune crowned ; The Lady Guiniuer , & the young Gentlewoman imprisoned .

Morgan .

But harke you me , sonne Morion ; is all this true , or inuented of her owne foolish pates and imaginashions ?

Morion .

Why , I pray you , father , when did you heare a Gentleman of Wales tell lyes ?

Morgan .

Her tell her true in that ; t is the prauest Nation vnder the Sunnes for that Harke you me , sonnes ; be Cad , it is a great teale petter to be a thiefe , then a lyar , I warrant her .

Gald . What , Royall Prince , can chaunce predominate Ouer a mind , that , like the soule , retaynes A harmony of such concordant tunes ? No sudden accident should make to iarre . This tenement of clay , in which our soule Dwels in , vntill the Lease of life indures , Of learned men was well called , Microcosme , Or , little world : ouer whose mortall parts The starres doe gouerne , whose immortall power Sometimes begets a fatall birth of woe ; Sometimes againe inuerts their sullen course To vnexpected Reuels , turnes our Critticke howres To Cricket merriment ; yet is there meanes that barrs Their hatefull influence . Wisdome rules the starres . You haue lost a Father : Vse the Athenians breath , Graue Solons ; No mans happy vntill death . Cara. Oh , louing Prince , thus the Physician speakes To the disordered Patient : thus healthfull Arte Conferres with wounded Nature . T is a common tricke , Men being sound , giue Phisicke to the sicke . Fayre Prince , misconster not my discontent ; I grieue not , that Octauian is depriued Of life ; but that he hath exchanged His life , for such a miserable death . What villaine , but a prodigie of nature , Ingendred by some Comet , would haue forst His aged soule to wander in the ayre ? Bearing a packet of such ponderous sinnes , Would cracke the Axel-tree of heauen to beare . And not haue giuen him liberty to pray ? But I am armde with patience . First with words Wee le seeke to conquer ; and if not , by swords . March round ; I heare their Drummes .

ACTVS 3. SCENA 3. Enter Codigune , Gloster , Cornewall , with colours and souldiours . Codig . Now , Caradoc , what is t thou canst demaund ? Morg. Cousin Caradoc , I pray you hold her peace a little . Codig . I le heare no mad men speake . Morg. Cads blu-hood , take her for Bedlems , & mad mens ? He offers to strike him . Cara. Be patient , Cousin . Codigune , in briefe , I come to clayme my right , that thou vsurpest , And by sinister meanes , blacke as thy sinnes , Hast basely stolne : surrender first my wife , My sister , and the Kingdome of Southwales ; Or by the gods , to whom I stand obliged , In sacred bonds of Orizons and thankes , For life and motion : if thou refuse to doe it , Or moue that bloud boyles within my veynes , At the memoriall of thy hellish sinne , I le teare the Crowne from off thy cursed head , And eyther die my selfe , or strike thee dead . Cod. Caradoc , thou claymest South-Wales of vs. Nor that , nor wife , nor sister shalt thou haue ; But if thou long'st for any , aske a graue . The high-swolne pride of Maiesty and loue , Brookes no competitors ; it s thus decreede , Who shares with them , must for the booty bleed . Ech Planet keeps his Orbe , which being resign'd , Perhaps , by greater lights would be outshinde . Car. Sweet Patience , yet instruct my toung awhile To speake the language of a temperate soule . Codigune , marke what I le offer thee : Since that the wrongs , which basely thou hast bred Cannot be reconciled , but by the death Of millions , that must suffer for vs two ; And we the authors of what wars and bloud Shall in her frantike outrage lauish out : ( For t is a thing that honour'scornes to doe , That multitudes should perish for vs two : ) Thou art a man , if actions like thy words , Be but proportionable , that disdaynest To fight with crauen basenesse all on ods : Nor doe I thinke thy honour so profuse , That guiltlesse men should bleed for thy abuse : Then , if thou darest : And once more to augment Thy Bastard courage , againe , I dare thee fight , Euen in a single Monomachy , hand to hand : And , if by chance ( as man is nought but chance ) Thou conquerest me , I will become thy slaue , Confirme my right to thee , and to thy heyres ; And if I ouercome , doe thou the like . How sayest thou ? wilt thou accept this offer ? Cod. It pleases me , and here in sight of heauens , By all my hopes of immortality , I will performe what thou hast brauely spoke . I loue thee for these honourable termes , And will as fearelesse entertaine this fight , As a good conscience doth the cracks of Ioue . Cara. Then as we are , Souldiers , begirt vs round , And let no man disturbe the Combatants , Till one , or both , fall to our mother earth . For thus be well assurde , the cause being right , Immortall spirits doe for iustice fight . Alarum . They fight at Poleaxe , Codigune is conquered . Glost. Now , Gloster , flie and hide thy head with shame . Morg. Cads blue-hood , peat out her praynes , for calling her Bedlems . Cara. Rise . I le spare thy life . Reuenge sufficient for thy damned facts ; For to a seared conscience these doe well , Long life , mens hate , and a perpetuall hell . Yet , that thou mayest liue , to attone thy soule Vnto the angry heauens , I freely giue The Kingdome of North-Wales for terme of life , To thy dispose ; onely reseruing tribute to my selfe , In iust acknowledgement of me and mine . Cod. Know , Caradoc , since by the chance of war , I must be forst to render vp that right , That like a slaue I might haue kept by might , I scorne thy gifts , and rather chuse to liue In the vast wildernes with fatall Owles , Free from the malice of base buzzard Chaunce , And there in husht vp silence rauing goe ; Then earth , except be hell , no place so low . Then with high almes , Aside . I le to the Romanes , and there plot , pell mel . Vessels that once are seasoned , keepe their smell . Welshmen , farewell ; and Caradoc adieu ; Vnder the heauens , we haue no foe but you . Exit . Cornewall . Now Royall Prince , since happy victory Hath set a period to a bloudy fight , Cornewall , in humble manner , here presents Himselfe and seruice to your Princely Grace . Cara. Cornewall , although thy actions not deserue The least respect of vs , in taking part With the aspiring Bastard , and the rest Of his adherents ; yet we doe omit All former iniuries , and reunite Cornewall vnto our loue . Corn. Then Princes , ioyne with Cornewall , and inthrone True honour and deserts ; with what 's her owne . Ascend your Chayre , fayre Prince . The Trumpets flourish , omnes . They crowne him . Omnes . Long liue Caradoc , King of Wales . Cara. We thanke you Princes . This being done , wee le see Our beautious Queene and sister both set free . Enter Gloster solus . Now , Gloster , in this still and silent wood , Whose vnfrequented pathes do lead thy steps Vnto the dismall caue of hellish fiends ; With whom , a Witch , as vgly to confront , As are the fearefull Furies she commaunds , Liues in this solitary vncouth place ; Begin thy damned plots , banish that thred-bare thought Of Vertue , Which makes vs men so senselesse of our wrong , It makes vs beare the poyson of each tongue . No , Gloster , no ; he , whose meeke bloud 's so coole To beare all wrongs , is a religious foole : Or he that cannot finely knit reuenge , Like to Aracne , in a curious web , May wounds still fit a Nightcap for his head . Since I am forst to flie with foule disgrace , And since of gods or men no hope I finde , I le vse both hell and Fiends to ease my minde . Here dwels a famous Witch , who , with her sonne , As blacke in arte , as arte it selfe is blacke , Both memorable for their Magicke skill , That can command sterne vengeance from beneath The center of the earth , for to appeare As quicke as thought . To her I le tell the tale Of my reuenge , and with the golden Chimes Of large rewards , inchaunt her hellish eares . And see : their monstrous shapes themselues appeares .

ACTVS 3. SCENA 4. Enter the Witch and her sonne from the Caue . Gloster . Thou famous Mistresse of the vnknown depths Of hels infernall secrets , oh what reward Shall a deiected , miserable man , Chased from the confines of his natiue land , By wrong oppression , and insulting pride , Disgrace , contempt , and endlesse infamy , Giue , for redresse from thy commanding arte ? Witch . Gloster , I know thee wel , although disguisd : Thou comest to craue our helpe , for thy reuenge 'Gainst Caradoc , who now hath vanquished The Bastard Codigune in single fight . Know Gloster , that our skill Commaunds the Moone drop from her siluer sphere , And all the starres to vayle their golden heads , At the blacke horrour that our Charmes present . Atlas throwes downe the twinckling Arch of heauen , And leaues his burthen at our dreadfull spels . This pendant element of solid earth , Shakes with amazing Earthquakes , as if the frame Of this vast continent would leaue her poles . Neptune swels high , and with impetuous rage Dashes the haughty Argosey with winds , Against the Christall battlements of heauen . The troubled ayre appeares in flakes of fire , That , till about the ayres circumference , We make the vpper Region Thicke , full of fatall Comets , and the skie Is filde with fiery signes of armed men . Hell roares , when we are angry , and the Fiends , As schole-boyes , tremble at our Charming rod . Thus , when we are displeased , or male-content , Both hell obeyes , and euery Element . Gloster . Thou matchles wonder , worke but my reuenge , And by the triple Hecate , and the powers Your Charmes adore , I le load you with a waight Of gold and treasure , till you cry , No more . Inuent , great soule of arte , some stratagem , Whose fame may draw him to these dismal woods . No danger can out-dare his thirsty soule In honourable enterprises : he is a man , Should hell oppose him , of such dauntlesse mettal , That were but fame the end of his atchieuement , He would as boldly cope with it , as with things Of common danger . Witch . Then Gloster , harke : Here in this dismall Groue , By arte I will create a furious beast , Mou'd by a subtill spirit , full of force And hellish fury , whose deuouring iawes Shall hauocke all the borderers of Wales , And in short space vnpeople all his Townes . Now , if he be a man that seeks for fame , And grounds his fortunes on the popular loue , Or Kinglike doe preferre a common good , Before a priuate losse ; this famous taske , Whose fearefull rumour shall amaze the world , Will egge him on : where being once but come , He surely meetes with his destruction . Sonne , to this purpose , straitway to thy booke , Enter the Caue , and call a powerfull spirit by thy skill , Commaund him instantly for to appeare , And with thy Charmes , binde him vnto the shape Of a deuouring Serpent , whilest without We doe awayte his comming . Exit Magician . Thunders and Lightning . Now whirle the angry heauens about the Pole , And in their fuming choler dart forth fires , Like burning Aetna , being thus inraged At this imperious Necromantike arte . Dis trembles at our Magicall commaund , And all the flaming vawtes of hells Abisse , Throw forth sulphureous flakes of scorching fire . The iangling hell-hounds , with their hellish guizes , Daunce damned rounds , in their infernall rage . And to conclude , earth , water , ayre , and fire , And hell grow sicke , to see mans arte aspire . A generall enuy makes them male content , To see deepe arte commaund each element . See , Gloster , see , thinkes he , this monstrous shape Enter the Serpent . Will not abate the courage of his foe , And quell the haughty pride of Caradoc ? Gloster . Yes , mighty Artist , were he thrice inspirde With more then humane courage , he may as soone Conquer those matchlesse Giants , that were set To keepe the Orchard of Hesperides , Or match the labours of great Hercules . Enter the Serpent . It thunders . Witch . Goe shrowde thy horrid shape within this wood , And seize on all thou meetst . Come , Gloster , in , And here awhile abide within this Caue . Thy eyes shall see what thy vext soule did craue . Exeunt .

ACTVS 3. SCENA 5. Enter Ostorius Scapula , Marcus Gallicus , Manlius Valens , Cessius Nasica , and Codigune in Armes . Ostorius . Now , valiant Romanes , once more do we tread Vpon the bosome of the Bryttish ground : And by the gods that doe protect great Rome , Wee le now acquite great Cesars foule disgrace , Or die like Romanes in this forray ne place . Marcus . Me thinks , it is a shame to Rome and vs , That haue beene counted famous through the world , For matchlesse victories , and feates of armes , That such a petty Iland should repulse So huge an army of the Romane strength , Able to sacke the spacious walles of Troy , To leuell Babels pride euen with the ground : An I le , that in respect of Cesars power , Is like the Center , to the ample heauens ; A poynt , vnto a large circumference ; Small atomes , to the body of the Sunne . Sure , this Welshman works by Magicke spels , Or , t is impossible , if he be a man , Compos'd of flesh and bloud , sinewes and nerues , He should out-dare so puissant an host . Codig . Great Generall , that which he holds , is mine ; And though infor'st by violence and wrong , From that which Nature left my heritage : Yet , since I see such hopes , so fayrely sprung From such an honourable head , as Rome , Whose fame for honour , cheualry and armes , Out-shines all Nations with her glorious rayes : This Caradoc , whom men doe causlesse feare , Is of condition insolent and proud , Ambitious , tyrannous , speckled with euery vice The infectious time can harbour . Say , we confesse him bold , And of a courage that grim visag'd death , The obiect of true valour , cannot daunt ; Though Proteus-like , he came in thousand shapes , What 's he , comparde to numbers infinite ? Or that Imperiall Rome , whose Eagle eyes Haue gaz'd against the sunne of matchlesse tryumphs , Should basely feare a weake and silly Fly ? This Welshman is all superficiall , Without dimensions , and like a mountaine swels , In labour onely with great ayry words , Whose birth is nothing , but a silly Mouse ; Actions without their measure or their weight . Then , Romanes , derogate not from the worth , That time in ancient Chronicles records Of your eternall honours got in warre . But if you prize your honours more than life , Or humane happinesse , here 's a noble cause Of wrong and vsurpation , to erect A statue to your dying memory . Then on , great Generall , waue the Romane Eagle , Euen to the Tents of haughty Caradoc , And with my bloud I le second this braue fight , Or hide my shame by death in endlesse night . Ostor. Brauely resolu'd ▪ Ere long , assure thy selfe , Wee le seate thee in thy ancient dignity , And force to Cesar homage , and to Rome : And , though we feare not one particular man , Yet , for because we truely are inform'd , That Caradoc is strong and puisant , For ten dayes wee intend to make a truce , And in the meane time to make strong our hoste : Which if he doe refuse , the time expired , To render vp thy right , which he detaines ; Warre , like some gnawing vulture shall attend Vnto their finall ruine , and their end . And to that purpose , Marcus Gallicus Shall as a Legate both from Rome and vs , Instantly giue them knowledge : the time 's but short : And till the date 's expirde , prepare for sport . Exeunt .

ACTVS 4.

SCENA 1. Enter Caradoc , Guiniuer . Voada , his sister , Mauron , Constantine , Gald , Lord Morgan . Cara. Now , beautious Queen & sister , though our tedious absence In warlike Bryttaine , hath beene the cause Of your imprisonment , yet , at our returne , The gods in iustice haue repayde the wrong , Done to your beauties by base trechery , And forst that damned instrument of sinne , To hide his bastard head in endlesse shame . Then , Royall Queene , ( for that 's a stile befits The royall vertues of such peerelesse lustre ) Ascend your Throne , whilest equally with me , You part , with full applause , your soueraignety . A flourish . Shee is crowned . Omnes . Long liue Queene Guiniuer , Queene of Cambria . Guin . Thanks , Royall Lord . Oh , may these smiling stars , That kindly haue conioynd each others loue , And of two bodies louingly made one , Crowne all thy actions with a gracious looke , And make thee fortunate in peace and warre . Not all the trecherous complots of that Fiend , Restraint of free ayre , close imprisonment , Could with their strange appearances imprint Such feeling Characters of sudden woe . As your great conquest doth create new ioy , And exultation of your dangers past . Cara. Thanks , gentle Loue . Now sister Voada , The duty and the care that euer since My reason could distinguish , and that fraternall loue Nature imposed , that many Moones and yeeres Haue been imployde vnto the good I owe Thy riper yeares , shall in this minutes space Be full discharged : Therefore , thrice noble friend , I giue vnto thy hand an Orient Pearle Of more esteeme , then that , which at a health Great Cleopatra did carouse in wine , To Romane Anthony . Loue her well , sweet Prince ; Let it suffice ; part of our Royall bloud Runs through the chanels of her Azure veynes , And that she is our sister . Gald . Right noble Prince , when Gald in lieu of this So Kingly and so rare a benefite , ( In whom the mirrour of bright Excellence So cleare , and so transparantly appeares ) Forgets to honour thee or her in loue , May he liue branded with some heauy curse , Worse then oppression of the widdowes right : Or when I shall forget to offer vp A sacrifice of my immaculate loue , Vnto thy beautious altar , let me haue A base deformed obiect to my graue . Voada . And Princely Lord , may no delightsome gale Of sweet content blow on this mortall state Of what I now possesse , if from my heart The deepe impression of my loue depart . A Trumpet within . Cara.

Cousin Morgan , looke what Trumpet 's this .

Morgan .

I warrant her , t is for more knocks on the pate . Romans call you her ? Be Cad , scuruy Romanes , that cannot let her alone , in her own Countries . I le choke some of her with cause bobby , or drowne her in hogsheads of Perry and Metheglin .

He goes to the dore . Enter Marcus Galicus .

I pray you , from whence come her ?

Marcus .

From Rome .

Morgan .

From Rome ! And I pray you , what a poxe ayles her , that you cannot keepe her at home ? haue you any Waspes in her tayles ? or liue Eeles in her pelly , you cannot keepe her at home ? Harke you me : I pray you , how toth M. Cesar ? toth he neede era parbour ? Looke you now : let him come to Wales , and her Cousin Caradoc shall trim his crownes , I warrant her .

Marc.

I vnderstand you not .

Morg.

Cads nayles ? Cood people , doth Morgan speake Hebrewes or no ? Vnderstand her not ?

Cara. Now , Romane , for thy habit speaks thee so : Is it to vs thy message is directed ? Marc. Yes , Prince . And thus the Romane General sayes , If within ten dayes space thou wilt resigne Thy Kingdome to the heyre , Lord Codigune , From whom thou doest detayne it wrongfully , Thou shalt haue peace ; but if thou doest deny , Sterne warre by force , shall force it presently . Morg.

Harke you now , Cousin , Cads blue-hood , if you had beate out her praynes , you had peene quiet . Shesu , more troubles and fexashions ! what a orld is this ?

Cara. Dares that damn'd Traytour ope his hellish throat Against our right ? Or is t your Romane guize , To backe blacke Treasons and conspiracies ? Embassadour , returne vnto thy Lord : Within these ten dayes he shall heare from vs. Aside . But by the gods that doe vphold the frame And fabricke of the world , lest it should fall Vpon the head of that damn'd murtherer , It shall be to his cost . Come , let 's a way . Enter a shepheard running hastily . Shep. O mighty King , pitty thy peoples wrongs , And cease the clamors of both young and old , Whose eyes doe penetrate the gates of heauen , To looke vpon the tragicall mishaps , And bloudy spoyle of euery passenger . Our sheepe deuoured , our shepheards dayly slaine , All by a furious Serpent , not farre hence , Whom lesse , great King , you doe preuent in time , A timelesse massacre ouerruns your land , And danger waites , euen at your Palace gates , And your selfe's as incident to death , As euery common Hynde it hath deuoured . Therefore delay not , mighty Soueraigne . Cara. A Serpent ? where ? when ? how came it thither ? I le not demurre , Shepheard , leade on the way . I le follow thee . There 's danger in delay . Come , Cousin Morgan , goe along with vs. Princes , farewell awhile . Morgan .

Cads blue-hood , fight with Teuils . I warrant her , some Embassadors from Belzebubs shortly . Here 's a great teale of sturies . I pray Cad plesse her from T●uils . They are a great teale worse then Marshall men , and Bum-Bayly . From all of them , Cood Lord deliuer her . I come , Cousin .

Guiniuer . Good Angels guide thy dangerous enterprise , And bring thee backe , with conquest to thy friends . Some powerfull Spirit houer ouer the head Of my deare Lord , and gard him from the rage Of that fell Monster . Come , Princes , let 's away . A womans feares can hardly stint or stay . Exeunt . Manet Marcus Gallicus . He lookes after Voada . Marcus . I haue not seene a beauty more diuine , A gate more like to Iunoes , Queene of heauen . I cannot tell ; but if there be a Cupid , Arrowes and flames , that from the sacred fires Of loue and passion , that fond men inspires With desperate thoughts , kindles our vain desires : Then in this brest their locall place must be . Oh Loue , how powerfull is thy Deity , That binds the vnderstanding , blinds the eye ! Yet here 's an obiect for the eye so rare , Deceyt can ne're beguile , it is so fayre . This chase I le keepe , and eyther winne the game , Or lose the golden Fleece vnto my shame . Exit .

ACTVS 4. SCENA 2. Enter Shepheard , Caradoc , Morgan . Cara. Now , shepheard , are we yet within the ken Of this fell monster ? Sheph.

Not yet , my Lord : and yet , me thinks , this place should not be farre .

Cara. Then here wee le stay : it may be , being hungry , The dreadfull monster now will seeke his prey , Enter old man . And range towards vs. Come , let 's walke about . Old man . Stay ventrous Prince , and from an old mans hand , Receyue the meanes , that sacred heauens decree , To rid thy Land from this perplexity . No force of sword can conquer hellish fiends , By blacke inchantments made to take thy life : Thou maist with greater ease cleaue rocks asunder , Or with thy hands breake Adamants in twayn , Which nought but bloud of Goates can mollifie , Then pierce the skales of this infernall Monster . About thee take this precious soueraigne herbe , That Mercury to wise Vlisses gaue , To keepe him from the rage of Cyrces charmes . This precious herbe , maugre the force of hell , From blackest sorcery keepes sound and well . Farewell , great Prince . Exit . Cara. Thanks , gentle Father . And see , the Serpent comes . Enter the Serpent . Caradoc shewes the herbe . The Serpent flies into the Temple . Caradoc runs after . It thunders . Now Caradoc , pursue this hellish Fiend . He drags the Magicians out by the heeles . Cursed Imposter , damn'd Inginer of plots , As blacke in cursed purposes , as night , When by your hellish charmes , she mournes in blacke And sable vestments ; tell me , thou sonne of darkenesse , Where that Inuentor of mischieuous ills Gloster remaynes . Bluso . There in that caue : but he is fled from thence , And being frantike with the horrid sight Of fearefull apparitions , in despayre Runnes vp and downe these solitary Groues , Where shortly Furies , with their diuelish haunts , Will leade him to a sad and violent death . Cara. Wert thou the authour ? tell vpon thy life . Bluso , No , Prince : for in this horrid Caue There liues my aged mother , deepe in skill Of Magicke Exorcismes , as the art it selfe Exceeds the boundlesse depth of humane wit . With her the Earle conspirde , to draw you hither By this inuention . Cara. Rise , come forth , thou vgly Hagge , from thy darke Cell . He plucks the Witch out by the heeles . Cousin Morgan , throw her into the flames Of the burning Temple . Hee carries her , and throwes her in . Morgan .

I warrant her . By shesu , t is a hote whore .

Cara. On this condition doe I giue thee life , That first , if such an hellish art as this May serue to vertuous vses , then direct The scope of all thy skill , to ayde poore men , Distrest by any casualty or chance , And specially our friends . Bluso . This Bluso vowes to keepe inuiolable . Cara. Come , Cousin Morgan , Kings in this are known , That for their subiects liues , neglect their owne .

ACTVS 4. SCENA 3. Enter a company of Rustickes bearing the body of Gloster . Cara.

How now , Sirs , what heauy spectacle affronts our eyes ?

Clowne .

Come , my masters , euery man his part , hee shall be examined , ere we part with him .

Neighb .

T is fit , neighbour , for he that has no more care of himselfe , what will he haue of another fellow ?

Cara.

Whose body is that , my friends ?

Clown .

T is not a body , Sir , t is but a carkase , sir , some Gentleman it seemes ; for if hee had beene a poore man , that labours for his liuing , he would haue found somewhat else to doe , and not to haue hangde himselfe .

Cara.

Alacke , alacke , a wretched case .

Clown .

Nay truly , neuer bestow pitty on him , that could not pitty himselfe .

Bluso .

T is Glosters body , noble Caradoc .

Cara. A Traytors body , then heauens iustice showne . That in contriuing mischiefe for his owne . Mor.

If his head were taken from his shoulders , 't were very well , and poale his head on a high cragge .

Clown .

You may poale his head here , if it please you , but truely it is not worth the labor , for it is a fleece of the lowzest haire that euer was hanged .

Morg.

You are a prattling Coxcombe , I would haue his head mounted on a poale , for all false knaues to see and behold .

Clow.

Why sir , you may see it now , and the rest shall see it hereafter .

Mor.

The rest sir , mercy vpon vs , doe you reckon me a false knaue ? by S. Dauie , I will melt a stone of tallow from your kidneyes .

Cara.

Nay , good Sir Morgan .

Morg.

Pray you Cousin , let me goe .

Clow.

Let your Cousin , let him come , you shall haue diggon of Chymr●de , I warrant you .

Morg.

Harke you , harke you Cousin , he speakes Brittish , by shesu , I not strike him now , if he call mee three knaues more . God plesse vs , if he do not speake as good Brittish , as any is in Troy-walles . Giue me both your right hands , I pray you , let vs be friends for euer and euer .

Clown .

Sir , you shall be friends with a man of credit then : for I haue a hundreth pound in blacke and white , simple as I stand here : and simple as I stand here , I am one of the Crowners quest at this time .

Omnes .

I , for , simple as we all stand here , wee are no lesse at this time .

Clown .

And it may be , as simple as we are here , if we say , he shall be buried , he shall , and if we say not , it may not be neyther .

Morg.

But he is dead , whether you will or no.

Clo.

Not so , for he died with my good will , for I neuer wept for him .

Morg.

And his body shall be dust , whether you wil , or no.

Clo.

It may be not neyther , as in our wisdomes we shall conclude , perhaps wee le burne him , then he shall be burned to ashes .

Mor.

By S. Dauies , it is very true .

Cl.

For anter , not so neither , wee le sell him to the Apothecaries for mūmey . For anter not so neyther , it may be wee le hang him vp for the Crowes meats , and then he shal be turned to that that fals vpon their heads , that has no new clothes at Whitsontide .

Morg.

Hold your tongue there , I beseech you .

Clo.

You must take it as it fals , and as the foolish Fates , and so the quest decrees .

Car.

Leaue it to themselues , they cannot dispose too ill of the remainder of so blacke a villaine . Our hidious worke is done . Exit Caradoc & Morgan .

Manent Rusticks . Clo.

My masters , and fellow questmen , this is the point , we are to search out the course of law , whether this man that has hangde himselfe , be accessary to his own death or no.

1. Nei.

T is a hard case burlady neighbors , to iudge truly .

2. Nei.

Sure , I do thinke he is guilty .

Clo.

Take heed , your conscience must be vmpler in the case . I put this point to you , whether euery one that hangs himselfe , be willing to die or no ?

2. Neig.

I , I , sure he is willing .

Cl.

I say no , for the hangman hangs himselfe , and yet he is not willing to die .

3. Neig.

How dos the hangman hang himselfe ?

Cl.

I mary dos he , sir ; for if he haue not a man to doe his office for him , he must hang himselfe : ergo , euery man that hangs himselfe is not willing to die .

1. Neigh.

He sayes very true indeed : but now sir , being dead , who shall answere the King for his subiect ?

Clo.

Mary sir , he that hangd his subiect .

2. Nei.

That was himselfe .

3. Neighb .

No sir , I doe thinke it was the halter that hangde him .

Clo.

I , in a sort , but that was , se offendendo , for it may be , he meant to haue broke the halter , and the halter held him out of his owne defence .

1. Neigh.

But is not the Ropemaker in danger that made it ?

Clo.

No , for hee goes backeward , when t is made , and therefore cannot see before , what will come after ; neyther is the halter in fault , for hee might vrge the halter , nolens volens , ( as the learned say ) neyther is he in fault , because his time was come that he should be hanged : and therefore I doe conclude , that he was conscious and guiltlesse of his owne death : Moreouer , he was a Lord , and a Lord in his owne precinct has authority to hang and draw himselfe .

2. Nei.

Then neighbour , he may be buried .

Cl.

Of great reason , alwayes he that is aliue must die , and he that is dead must be buried .

2. Neigh.

Yet truly in my conscience , he dos not deserue to be buried .

Cl.

Oh , you speake partiously neighbor Crabtree , not deserue to be buried ? I say , he deserues to bee buried aliue that hangs himselfe .

3. Neig.

But for his clothes neighbour .

Cl.

His clothes are the Hangmans .

2. Neigh.

Why then he must haue them himselfe .

Cl.

This is a shrewd poynt of law , this might he do now , because he would saue charges , and defeat the Hangman : this must be well handled , did he make a Will ?

3 Neigh.

No , he died detestable .

Cl.

Why then , they fall to his right heyre male , for a female cannot inherite no breeches , vnlesse she weares them in her husbands dayes .

1. Neigh.

But where shall we finde him ?

Cl.

T is true , well then for want of issue , they fall to the chiefe mourner ; I will be he to saue you all harmeles , I will take his clothes vpon mine owne backe , I will begin with his cloke , do you take euery man his quarter , and I will follow with dole and lamenration .

2. Neigh.

Then thus the verdit is giuen vp .

Clow.

I , I.

3. Neigh.

Alas Neighbour , how mournfully you speake already

Clow.

It is the fashion so to doe .

Clown . Beare vp the body of our hanged friend , Silke was his life , a halter was his end : The Hangman hangs too many ( gracelesse else ) Then why should any man , thus hang himselfe ? If any aske , why I in teares thus swimme ? Know , I mourne for his clothes , and not for him . Exeunt .

ACTVS 4. SCENA 4. Enter Bardh , or Chorus . Bardh . Thus haue you seen a man , whose daring thoughts , Euen hell it selfe , the treasury of terrours , Whose very shapes make Nature looke agast , Cannot outface . Now once more turne your eyes , And view the sudden mutabilities , That wayte vpon the greatest fauourite That euer Fortune fauourde with her loue , Sterne Caradoc , vertuously returnd , Hoping to see his beautious Queene and friends , His sister Voada , whom he had left With trecherous Cornwall , who villain-like betraid The Towne and Voada , as yet a mayde , Vnto the hands of Marcus Gallicus , Sonne to the Romane General , who , as we saw , Was farre inamor'd of that warlike Dame , And to the Romane Band conducts her safe , Whilest Gald , her husband , flies to saue his life , And in disguise , seekes the Magician forth , Intreating him by prayers , sighes and teares , To helpe him by his Arte , whilest Caradocs fayre Queene , Together with her daughter , made escape , And fled vnto her Lord , who being inraged , His manly courage doubled his resolue , The Romane hoste pursuing of his Queene And her young daughter . Who , when Caradoc espide , Arm'd with a strength inuincible , he fought In single opposition 'gainst an hoste : Which famous battell , because histories , Aboue the rest , to his immortall fame , Haue quoted forth , willing to giue it life And euerlasting motion , with the rest Shall be in liuely Sceanes by him exprest . Alarum .

ACTVS 4. SCENA 5. Enter Caradoc in haste , Guiniuer , her daughter , and Morgan . Morg.

Cads blue-hood , Cousin , take her to her heeles : was neuer in such tanshers . Will her not sturre ? why looke you now , the Romanes come vpon her with as many men , as Mercers keepe Wenshes ; or Wenshes decayed shentlemen . Harke you : I le call her Cousin Mauron , and our Cousin Constantine , and come to her presently .

Cara. Damned Cornewall , mayst thou sinke to hell for this , Wrackt by the Furies on Ixions wheele , And whipt with steele for this accursed treason . Alarum . Enter the Romanes with their Souldiours . Ostor. Yeeld thee , proud Welshman , or wee le force thee yeelde . Cara. Art thou a Romane , and canst speake that language , The mother tongue of fugitiues and slaues ? No , Romanes : spare these two ; and if I flie , The Romane hoste shall beare me company . They fight , sometimes Caradoc rescueth his Wife , somtimes his daughter , and killeth many of the Romanes , & at last , they beate him in , and take his Wife and Daughter . Ostorius . Come , Lady , you must goe along with vs. Guin . Euen where you will , if Caradoc suruiue , My dying soule and ioyes are yet aliue . Exeunt . Enter Caradoc disguised in a Souldiours habit . Cara. Fashion thy selfe , thou great and glorious light , To my disguise , and maske thy sub till sight , That peepes through euery cranny of the world ; Put on thy night-gowne of blacke foggy cloudes , And hide thy searching eye from my disgrace . Oh Cornewall , Cornewall , this thy trecherous act , That hath eclips'd the glory of great Wales , Shall to succeeding ages tell thy shame , And honour sound , to heare of Cornewals name . The gods with forked thunder strike thy wrong , And men in shamefull Ballads sing thy fact , That basely thus hast recompenst thy King . But curses are like arrowes shot vpright . That often times on our owne heads do light : And many times our selues in rage proue worst . The Foxe ne're better thriues , but when accurst . This is a time for policy to moue , And lackey with discretion , and not rage . My thoughts must now be suted to my shute ; And common patience must attend the helme , And stere my reason to the Cape of hope . At Yorke the noble Prince Venusius dwels , That beares no small affection to our selfe , To him I le write a letter , whose contents Shall certifie th' affaires concerne my selfe , Which I my selfe in this disguyse will beare , And sound the depth of his affection , Which if but like a friend , he lend his hand , I le chase the Romanes from this famous land . Exit .

ACTVS 4. SCENA 6. Enter Gald in a Shepheards habit , and Bluso the Magician . Gald . Deare Bluso , thus farre haue my weary steps , Through passages , as craggy as the Alpes , Silent and vnknowne wayes , as intricate , As are the windings of a Laborynth , Search't out the vncouth Cell of thy abode . The Romane hoste haue seizd my beautious wife , And with the rude and ruggy hand of force , As Paris kept bright Hellen from the Greekes , Denying ransome , more like Canibals Then honourable Romanes , keepe her still . And neuer more shall Gald inioy the sight Of his soules flourishing obiect , till thy skill , Exceeding humane possibilities , Worke her inlargement , and my happinesse . Bluso . Fayre Prince , I were ingratefull vnto him , That next to heauen , preserued , and gaue me life : And more , by solemne othe I am obliged , In forfet of my soule , and hope of blisse , To vse the skill I haue , to vertuous ends ; Amongst the which , this is the capitall . Then doubt not , Prince , but ere this night be spent , She shall be free , and you shall rest content . Gald . Thanks , learned Bluso , this thy courtesie Hath bound Prince Gald , in endles bonds of loue , To thee , and to thy art . Now stretch thy spels , And make the winds obey thy fearefull Charmes . Strike all the Romanes with amazing terrour At our approches : let them know , That hell 's broke loose , and Furies rage below .

ACTVS 4. SCENA 7. Enter Venusius , Duke of Yorke , with other attendants , and his wife Cartamanda . Venu . I long haue mist those honourable warres , Which warlike Rome against the Bryttaines hold : But since we heare , and that by true report , And credible intelligence from many , Who lately haue returned from the Campe , That Wales and Rome begin fresh bleeding war , I doe intend with speed to see the Army , And pay my loue , as tribute vnto Rome . But yet I grieue , that such intestine iarre Is falne betwixt such an heroike Prince , As is the King of Wales , and powerfull Rome . The Romanes doe in multitudes exceede , He , well instructed in true fortitude , A Graduate in Martiall discipline , And needs no Tutour : for in pupill age He was brought vp in honours rudiments , And learnde the elements of warlike Arts. Then much I muse , why Cesar should beginne , That scarce hath ended with the Bryttish warres ; Or who 's the Author of these firebrands Dissention thus hath kindled . Cart. It may be , noble husband , the desire Of Principality and Kingly rule , As yet is boundlesse and vncircumscribde : But if our reasons eye could see our selues , That 's neerest to vs , and not like prospectiues , Behold afarre off , great men were themselues : Or , if like Philip King of Macedon , Whose boundlesse minde of soueraigne Maiesty Was like a Globe , whose body circular Admits no end , seeing by chance , the length Of the impression , which his body made Vpon the sands , and onely by a fall , Wondred , that such a little space contayn'd The body , when the minde was infinite , And in this Morall plainely did foresee The longitude of mans mortality . But soft , what Souldiour's this ? Enter Caradoc disguised . Cara. And 't please you , Madam , from the King of Wales , I bring this letter to Venusius , Your Royall husband . Venu . Come , souldiour , prithee let me see : I long to heare from noble Caradoc . He reades it . Carta . Say , souldiour , camest thou from Wales ? What newes betwixt the Welshmen and the Romanes ? Cara. Madam , a glorious victory to Rome , The Towne of Gloster vildely being betray'd By Cornewals complots and conspiracies , Euen in the dead of night : and to augment His Treasons to the height of his desert , Euen in the absence of his Lord and King , Whilest Caradoc , at his returne , in rage , Though single , and inuiron'd round with foes , Fought like a Lybian Lion : But to conclude , Not Hercules against a multitude . And thus at ods was forst to flee the place . Venu . Souldiour , come hither , where is Caradoc ? Cara. In Wales , my Lord , and stayes for your reply . Venu . Souldiour , I wish , if wishes could preuayle , Thy princely Master were with vs awhile , Till all these cloudes of blacke contention Were eyther ouerblowne , or else dissolued . Fame hath not left a man , more fit for talke Or disputation in bright honours scholes , Then is thy noble Master . When I behold His noble portrayture but in conceit , Me thinks , I see the reall thing it selfe Of perfite Honour and Nobility , And not fantastically apprehend Onely the ayry fictions of the brayne . I now repent , that thus long I haue spent My honour and my time , in ayding Rome , And thus far haue digrest from Natures lawes , To ayde a forrayne Nation 'gainst mine owne . Were but thy Master here , he soone should see , He hath his wish , and Wales her liberty . Caradoc puts off his disguise . Cara. Then know , kind Prince , that thus I haue presum'd , To put thy honoured loue vnto the test , In this disguise , and with auricular boldnesse Haue heard your tale of profest amity . And noble friend , then here stands Caradoc , Who now is come petitioner to thy ayde , Betrayde vnto the Romanes by a villayne . And whilest by dint of sword I fearelesse past , Thorow the Legions of the puissant hoste . My Queene and daughter they haue prisoners tane , Whose memory quickens my dangers past , And adds new fuell to my bleeding soule . Then , if thou beest not verball , but thy tongue Is with a single string strung to thy heart , All Wales shall honour thee and thy desert . Venu . Braue Prince , as welcome to Venusius , As sleepe to wearied Nature . But now the time Fits not for friuolous complements . Awhile Repose your selfe with me , where you shall be As secret , as men would keepe their sinnes From the worlds eye , whilest in the meane time , I Prepare my forces . Wife , view this noble Prince : This is that man , that , in despite of Rome , This nine yeares space hath brauely waged warre , And now by Treason 's forst vnto his friends . Then , wife , as thou doest tender our regard , Respect this Prince , and keepe him priuately , Vntill I doe returne . Farewell , noble Prince . Exit . Carta . Welcome , great Prince . Here thinke your selfe secure , As in a Sanctuary , from your foes . My husband oftentimes hath worne out time , Discoursing of your worths superlatiue : And I am proud of such a worthy ghest . Cara. Lady , I shall be troublesome : but ere long , I hope once more to meet this trayterous host , And seale my wrongs with ruine of my foes . Fame wrongs the Romanes with these noble stiles Of honour , and vnseconded deserts . These attributes are onely fitte for men , That God-like should be qualified with hate Of such infectious sinnes as Treasons are . Weake-pated Romanes ! what fidelity Can be in Traytors , who are so vniust , That their own Country is deceiued in trust ? Come , Madam , will you shew the way ? Exeunt .

ACTVS 5.

SCENA 1. Enter Bluso the Magician , and Gald . Gald . Now , Bluso , thus farre haue wee by thy Arte , Euen to their priuate lodgings , fearelesse past Inuisible to any mortall eye . But , Bluso , tell me , are we yet arriued At our expected Hauen ? Bluso . This is her Chamber : here will we stand vnseene , And yet see all that passe . T is almost dead of night : and now begins Sleepe , with her heauy rod to charme the eyes Of humane dulnesse . Here stand we yet awhile , And in this silent time obserue the loue , The Romane Generals sonne beares to your wife , Who long hath borne the siege of his hote lust : And now behold , like bloudy Tarquin comes , Enter Marcus Gallicus , with a candle in his hand , and his sword drawne . Being non-suted , to satisfie the heate Of his insatiate and immoderate bloud , That boyling runs through his adulterous veynes . A little while giue way vnto his practise , And when we see a time , preuent his purpose . Mar. Night , that doth basely keepe the dore of sinne , And hide grosse murthers and adulteries , With all the mortall sinnes the world commits , From the cleare eye-sight of the morning Sunne : Thou , that ne're changest colour for a sinne , Worse then Apostasie , stand Centinel this houre , And with thy Negroes face vayle my intent , Put out thy golden candles with thy fogs , And let originall darkenesse , that is fled With Chaos to the Center , gard my steps . How husht is all things ! and the world appeares Like to a Churchyard full of dead . Deaths picture , Sleepe , looks , as if passing bels Went for each vitall spirit , and appeares , As if our soules had tooke their generall flight , And cheated Nature of her motion . Then on , vnto thy practise : none can descry Thy blacke intent , but night and her blacke eye . He goes to her bed vpon the Stage , and lookes vpon her . Behold the locall residence of loue , Euen in the Rosie tincture of her cheeke . I am all fire , and must needs be quencht , Or the whole house of nature will be burnt . Fayre Voada , awake : t is I , awake . He awakes her . Voad. Am I adreamd ? Or , doe I wake indeed ? I am betrayd . Fond Lord , what make you here At this vnseasonable time of night ? Is 't not inough that you importune Each houre in the day ? but in the night , When euery creature nods his sleepy head , You seeke the shipwracke of my spotlesse honour ? For shame forbeare , and cleare a Romans name , From the suspition of so foule a sinne . Perhaps you le say , that you are flesh and bloud . Oh my good Lord , were you but onely so : It were no sinne , but naturall instinct : And then that noble name that we call man , Should vndistinguisht passe , euen like a beast . But man was made diuine , with such a face , As might behold the beauty of the starres , And all the glorious workemanship of heauen . Beasts onely are the subiects of bare sense : But man hath reason and intelligence . Beasts foules die with them : but mans soule 's diuine : And therefore needs must answere for eche crime . Marcus . Thy speeches are like oyle vnto a flame . I must enioy thee . If thou wilt yeeld to me , I le be thy friend for euer : but if denide , By force I will attempt , what by fayre meanes I cannot compasse . Besides , thou art my captiue , And standst a suter for thy liberty . Voada . I , for my body : but my soule is free . Gald . I can no longer heare these arguments . Come , Bluso , helpe me to conuey her hence . They tumble Marcus ouer the bed , and take her away . Mar. What Fury hath depriued me of my ioy , And crost my bloud , euen in the heat of lust ? What , is she gone ? Oh all you sacred powers , Remit this sinne , vnacted , but by thought : And by those heauenly patrones of chaste minds , Vertue , like to my soule , shall wholy be Diffused through euery member . Thus powers aboue Doe , with vnknowne means , scourge vnlawfull loue . Exit . Enter Cartamanda with her Secretary . Carta . Already I haue posted to the Generall , To tell him , Caradoc is in our hands , And bid him make haste : for this , ere the day , A womans wit shall serue for to betray . And see , he comes . Welcome , thrice-honoured Lord . Enter Generall with his Army . Warily , Souldiours ; there his Chamber is , And he not yet abed . Beset him round . What wars haue mist , a woman shall confound . Exit . The Generall drawes the Curtaines , and finds Caradoc a reading . Ostorius . Now Caradoc , thy life is in our hands : Behold , thou art in girt with a whole hoste . And couldst thou borrow force of beasts and men , Thou couldst by no means scape . Cara. What! Souldiours in euery corner set ? The Romane Generall . I am betrayde . Inhospitable woman , this with your sexe began : The Serpent taught you to betray poore man . When God , like Angels , man created first , God man him blest , but woman most accurst . And since that time , the chiefest good in women ▪ Is to beguile most men , and true to few men . Yet Romanes , know , that Caradoc here stands , In bold defiance , were you like the sands . Ostor. Assault him then . They fight , and Caradoc beates and ouerthrowne many of them . Ostor. Hold , noble Welshman . Thou seest it is impossible to scape , Hadst thou the strength of mighty Hercules . If thou wilt yeeld , I vow by all the gods That doe protect Cesar and mighty Rome , By all the honours that the Romane power Haue won , since Romulus did build their walls , Because thou art a man vnparaleld , Of honourable courage , I le ingage My life for thine to Cesar for thy freedome . Cesar himselfe admires thy fortitude , And will with honour welcome thee at Rome . He is a King , whom basenesse neuer toucht , And scorns to plucke a Lyon by the beard , Being a carkase . Speake , will you trust our oath ? Caradoc flings downe his Armes . Cara. I take thy word , great Generall . And thinke not , for any feare of death , I prostitute my life to Cesars hands : But for I know , Cesar is like a King , And cannot brooke a base mechanicke thought : But for to see those famous towres of Rome , This golden Lion shall inlarge me soone . Ostor. Then , Manlius Valens , you shall beare him thither ; And for your gard , take the nineth Legion , Surnamed , The valiant : and by the way , At London stayes his daughter , wife and brother : Let them to Cesar beare him company . Exit Caradoc . Farewell , braue Prince . Now Romanes once againe , Seing the Welshmens glory is eclipst , Let vs prouide to meet Lord Morgan , And Lord Constantine , Venusius , and the rest that gather head , And seate Prince Codigune in what 's his right , That now haue gathered strong and fresh supply . This battell shall adde honour to our name , And with triumphant Lawrell crowne our fame . Exeunt .

ACTVS 5. SCENA 3. Enter Venusius , Constantine , and Lord Morgan , with Souldiours in Armes . Venu . Thus , noble Lords , Venusius armed comes , In loue to Wales , and that much wronged Prince , Who now at Yorke , liues priuate from his foes , From whence we now will call him , and awake His ancient courage , that long time hath slept , Vpon the downy pillowes of repose . Good Angels , guide vs : this our latest strife Shall set a period to our death or life . Const. Me thinks , right noble Lord , yet I presage The horror of this battell we intend , Will cost a masse of bloud ; nor doe I stand Firmely resolu'd : and the least sparke of valour Turnes to a Flame of Magnanimity . Oh , were my brother Caradoc but here , Our minds were made inuincible , all our thoughts Were fixt on warlike Musicke , or any thing Beyond a common venter . And see , in time Our princely brother , and our sister comes . Enter Gald , Bluso , and Voada . Welcome , deare brother , how escapte you danger , And purchast such a happy liberty ? Gald . All that I haue , I freely doe ascribe Vnto this learned man , whose secret Arte , Beyond the strayne of deepe Philosophy , Or any naturall science vnder heauen , Possest me of this Iewell of my soule , And through the Romane hoste inuisible , Conuayde vs both safe , as you see we are . Morgan .

Harke you me , you remember our Cousin Caradoc and Morgan , do you not ? Giue me your hands . Be Cad , I shall loue the Teuill , til breath 's in her pody , for this tricke . Be Cad , he hath done more good then any Iustice of Peace this seuen yeres , for all her stocks and whipping posts . Harke you me now .

Const. Harke , harke , the Romanes march to vs with speed ▪ Now Royall Princes , thinke on our vilde disgrace , Their Treasons , falshoods , and conspiracies ; And double resolution whet your rage . Oh Caradoc , there 's nothing wants but thee , And now too late to buckle on thy Armes . If in this bloudy skirmish I suruiue , Triumphs shall crown the glorious brow of Wales . Bastard , begot at the backe dore of nature , Cornewall the author of these bleeding wounds , That many a wretch shall suffer for their wrongs . Behold , we come arm'd with a triple rage , To scourge your base indignities with steele . Noble Prince Gald , here in our brothers stead , Conduct our Army foorth as Generall . Romanes , come on , your pride must catch a fall .

ACTVS 5. SCENA 4. Enter Ostorius , Marcus Gallicus , Cessius , Codigune , Cornewall with Souldiours . Ostor. Now Bryttaines , though the wrongs done to this Prince . And to our selues , deserue a sharpe reuenge ; Yet , for wee pitty the effusion And hauocke that these cruell broyles intend , Once more in peace we craue this Princes right , Which your weake Army can no way detayne . Perhaps you stand vpon the idle hopes Of Caradoc : Know then , you are deceyued : For hee 's our prisoner , and to Rome is sent With Manlius Valens to the Emperour . Then yeeld your selues , or trie the chance of warre . Gald . Then so we will , base Romanes . Henceforth , in stead of honourable names , Succeeding times shall brand your slauish thoughts , With the blacke coales of treasons and defame . Princes , since now you know the worst of all , Let vengeance teach your valiant minds to mount Aboue a common pitch , inspire your soules With the remorselesse thoughts of bloud and death ; And this day spit defyance in the face Of trecherous Rome , and thinke on this disgrace . Codig .

Stay , Prince , and let me speake .

Gald . Some Cannon shot ramme vp thy damned throat . Peace , hell-hound , for thou singst a Rauens note . Alarum . They fight , and beat in the Romanes . Enter at one dore Gald , and at the other Codigune . Gald . Well met , thou Fiend of hell : by heauen I le die , Or be reuenged for all thy trechery . Codig . Weake Prince , first keepe a dyet for a time , To adde fresh vigour to thy feeble limmes , And then , perhaps , wee le teach thee how to fight . Gald .

Villayne , the heauens haue strength inough against Treason .

They fight . Gald killeth Codigune . Enter Cornewall at one dore , and Morgan at the other . Morg.

Cad plesse her . Cornewals , be Cad , you are as arrant a Knaue , as any Proker in Longlanes . Harke you me , I le fight with her for all her treasons and coniurations .

They fight , and Morgan killeth Cornewall . Morg.

Fare you well , Cousin Cornewall , I pray you commend vs to Plutoes and Proserpines , and tell all the Teuils of your affinity and acquaintance , I thanke them for our Cousin Gald .

Enter at one dore the Romane Standard-bearer of the Eagle , and at the other dore , Constantine . Const. Lay downe that haggard Eagle , and submit Thy Romane Colours to the Bryttaines hands : Or by that mighty Mouer of the Orbe , That scourges Romes Ambition with reuenge , I le plucke her haughty feathers from her backe , And with her , bury thee in endlesse night . Standerdb . Know , Bryttaines , threats vnto a Romane brest , Swell vs with greater force , like fire supprest ▪ If thou wilt haue her , winne her with thy Armes . They fight , and Constantine winneth the Eagle , & waueth it about . Const. Thus , not in honour , but in foule disgrace , We waue the Romane Eagle spight of foes , Or all the puissant Army of proud Rome . Enter Marcus Gallicus . Marc. Proud Welshman , redeliuer vp that Bird , Whose siluer wings thou flutterest in the ayre ; The Veruels that she weares , belong to Rome , And Rome shall haue , or I le pawne my bloud . Const. Romane , behold , euen in disgrace of this and thee , And all the factious rout of trecherous Rome , I le keepe this Eagle ; winne it if thou darest . They fight , and are both slaine . Enter Gald , Voada , Venusius , Morgan . Gald . Sound a Retreat . This day was brauely fought . Cornewall and Codigune , whose infectious breath Ingendred noysome plagues of bloud and death , With all the Romane hoste is put to flight . Thus by the hand of heauen , our peace is wonne , And all our foes sunke to confusion .

ACTVS 5. SCENA 5. Enter first the Pretorian bands armed ; they stand in rowes : then enter Mauron , Guiniuer , her daughter Helena , and Caradoc bound : they passe ouer the Stage . Then enter Cesar , the Empresse , with the Senate . Cesar. Now famous Rome , that lately lay obscurde In the darke cloudes of Bryttish infamy , Appeares victorious in her conquering Robes , And like the Sunne , that in the midst of heauen Reflects more glory on the teeming earth : So fares it with triumphant Rome this day . Bring forth these Bryttish Captiues : Let them kneele For mercy , and submit to Cesars doome . Enter Mauron , Guiniuer , her daughter , and Caradoc : They all bend their knees to Cesar ▪ except Caradoc . Cesar. What 's he that scornes to bow , when Cesar bids ? Cara. Cesar , a man , that scornes to bow to Ioue , Were he a man like Cesar : such a man , That neither cares for life , nor feares to die . I was not borne to kneele , but to the Gods , Nor basely bow vnto a lumpe of clay ▪ In adoration of a clod of earth . Were Cesar Lord of all the spacious world , Euen from the Articke , to the Antarticke poles , And but a man ; in spite of death and him , I de keepe my legs vpright , honour should stand Fixt as the Center , at no Kings commaund . Thou mayest as well inforce the foming surge Of high-swolne Neptune , with a word retire , And leaue his flowing tide , as make me bow . Thinks Cesar , that this petty misery Of seruill bonds , can make true honour stoope ? No , t is inough for Sicophants and slaues , To crouch to Tyrants , that feare their graues . I was not borne when flattery begd land , And eate whole Lordships vp with making legs . Let it suffice : were Cesar thrice as great , I de neyther bow to Rome , him nor his seate . Cesar. So braue a Bryttaine hath not Cesar heard . But soft ; I am deceyued , but I behold The golden Lyon hang about his necke , That I deliuered to a valiant Souldiour , That ransomlesse releast me of my bonds . Great spirit ( for thy tongue bewrayes no lesse ) If Cesar may intreat thee , kindly tell , Where , or from whom hadst thou that golden lyon , That hangs about thy necke ? Car. From Cesar , or from such another man , That seem'd no lesse in power then Cesar is , Whom I tooke captiue , ( and so Cesar was ) And ransomlesse sent backe vnto his Tents . Then , if in all he like to Cesar be , Cesar , I am deceyu'd , but thou art he . Ce. But he that tooke me , was a common souldier . Car. No , Cesar : but disguis'd I left my troupes , Being forbidden by the Bryttish King , To fight at all , and rusht into the hoste , Where , from thy hands I tooke this golden Lyon . Ces. Thy words confirme the truth . For this braue deed , And kind courtesie shewed to Cesar in extremes , We freely giue you all your liberties , And honourably will returne you home With euerlasting peace and vnity . And this shall Cesar speake vnto thy Fame , The valiant Welshman merits honours name . Flourish . Exeunt . Enter Bardh . Bardh . Time cuts off our valiant Welshmans worth , When longer Sceanes more amply might haue showne ▪ But that the Story 's tedious to rehearse , And we in danger of impatient eares , Which too long repetition might beget . Here leaue we him with Cesar full of mirth : And now of you old Bardh intreates to tell , In good or ill , our Story doth excell . If ill , then goe I to my silent Tombe , And in my shrowde sleepe in the quiet earth , That did intend to giue a second birth . But if it please , then Bardh shall tune his strayne , To sing this Welshmans prayses once againe ▪ Bells are the dead mans musicke : ere I goe , Your Clappers sound will tell me I , or no. Exit .

EPILOGVE . We are your Tenants , and are come to know , Whether the Rent we payde , hath pleas'd or no. If not , our Lease is voyde : but t is your Lands ; And therefore you may seale it with your hands . FINIS .