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I graunt thee leave, quoth Guye, goe drink thy last,
Go pledge the dragon, and the salvage bore 2: Succeed the tragedyes that they have past,
But never thinke to taste cold water more: Drinke deepe to Death and unto him carouse: Bid him receive thee in his earthen house.
Soe to the spring he goes, and slakes his thirst:
Takeing the water in extremely like
Whose forced hulke against the stones does stryke;
Come on, quoth Guy, let us to worke againe,
Thou stayest about thy liquor overlong; The fish, which in the river doe remaine,
Will want thereby: thy drinking doth them wrong: 70 But I will see their satisfaction made, With gyants blood they must, and shall be payd.
Villaine, quoth Amarant, Ile crush thee streight;
Thy life shall pay thy daring toungs offence:
Is deathes commission to dispatch thee hence:
Which worthye Guy cold ill endure to heare,
Which like two pillars did his body beare: Amarant for those wounds in choller growes And desperatelye att Guy his clubb he throwes:
Ver. 64, bulke. MS. and P.cc.
2 Which Guy had slain before.
Which did directly on his body light,
Soe violent, and weighty there-withall,
And, ere he cold recover from the fall,
Traytor, quoth Guy, thy falshood Ile repay,
This coward act to intercept my bloode. Sayes Amarant, Ile murther any way,
With enemyes all vantages are good: O could I poyson in thy nostrills blowe, Besure of it I wold dispatch thee soe.
Its well, said Guy, thy honest thoughts appeare,
Within that beastlye bulke where devills dwell; Which are thy tenants while thou livest heare,
But will be landlords when thou comest in hell: Vile miscreant, prepare thee for their den, Inhumane monster, hatefull unto men.
But breathe thy selfe a time, while I goe drinke,
For flameing Phoebus with his fyerye eye
My thirst wolde serve to drinke an ocean drye:
Noe, sillye wretch, my father taught more witt,
How I shold use such enemyes as thou;
To understand that thirst constraines thee now:
my foe! why, 'twere a madmans part: Refresh an adversarye to my wrong!
If thou imagine this, a child thou art:
Noe, fellow, I have known the world too long
Into the ayre, he swings the same about:
And, like the Cyclops, in his pride doth strout:
A medicine, that will doe thy thirst much good:
And then wee'll have carouses of thy blood: Here's at thee with a butcher's downright blow, To please my furye with thine overthrow. Infernall, false, obdurate feend, said Guy,
That seemst a lumpe of crueltye from hell;
The thing to mee wherin I used thee well:
Except thy sun-scorcht skin be weapon proof:
Streames keepe your waters to your owne behoof;
For thus I doe begin my bloodye bout:
It is not that same clubb will beare you out;
Then Guy sett foot upon the monsters brest,
And from his shoulders did his head divide;
Noe dragons jawes were ever seene soe wide
Where manye woefull captives he did find,
Which had beene tyred with extremityes; Whom he in freindly manner did unbind,
And reasoned with them of their miseryes: Eche told a tale with teares, and sighes, and
cryes, All weeping to him with complaining eyes.
There tender ladyes in darke dungeons lay,
That were surprised in the desart wood, And had noe other dyett everye day,
But flesh of humane creatures for their food: Some with their lovers bodyes had beene fed, And in their wombes their husbands buryed.
Now he bethinkes him of his being there,
To enlarge the wronged brethren from their woes: And, as he searcheth, doth great clamours heare,
By which sad sound's direction on he goes, Untill he findes a darksome obscure gate, Arm'd strongly ouer all with iron plate.
That he unlockes, and enters, where appeares
175 The strangest object that he ever saw; Men that with famishment of many years,
Were like deathes picture, which the painters draw! Divers of them were hanged by eche thombe; Others head-downward: by the middle some.
With diligence he takes them from the walle,
With lybertye their thraldome to acquaint:
Then the perplexed knight their father calls,
And sayes, Receive thy sonnes though poore and faint: I promisd you their lives, accept of that;
185 But did not warrant you they shold be fat. The castle I doe give thee, heere's the keyes,
Where tyranye for many yeeres did dwell:
Fell on the ground, and wold have kist Guys feete: Father, quoth he, refraine soe base a kiss,
195 For age to honor youth I hold unmeete: Ambitious pryde hath hurt mee all it can, I goe to mortifie a sinfull man.
*** The foregoing poem on Guy and Amarant has been discovered to be a fragment of “The famous historie of Guy earle of Warwicke, by Samuel Rowlands, London, printed by J. Bell, 1649,” 4to, in xii. cantos, beginning thus:
“When dreadful Mars in armour every day. Whether the edition in 1649 was the first, is not known, but the author, Sam. Rowlands, was one of the minor poets who lived in the reigns of Queen Elizabeth and James I., and perhaps later. His other poems are chiefly of the religious kind, which makes it probable that the history of Guy was one of his earliest performances. There are extant of his, (1) “The betraying of Christ, Judas in dispaire, the seven words of our Saviour on the crosse, with other poems on the passion, &c. 1598,” 4to. (Ames Typ. p. 428.) (2.) “A Theatre of delightful Recreation, Lond. printed for A. Johnson, 1605,” 4to. (Penes editor.) This is a book of poems on subjects chiefly taken from the Old Testament. (3.) “Me