I graunt thee leave, quoth Guye, goe drink thy last, 55 But never thinke to taste cold water more: Drinke deepe to Death and unto him carouse: Bid him receive thee in his earthen house. 60 Soe to the spring he goes, and slakes his thirst: Some wracked shipp that on a rocke is burst, Whose forced hulke against the stones does stryke; 65 Come on, quoth Guy, let us to worke againe, 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; Incensed much by these bold pagan bostes, Which worthye Guy cold ill endure to heare, He hewes upon those bigg supporting postes, 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. 75 80 Which did directly on his body light, Soe violent, and weighty there-withall, That downe to ground on sudden came the knight; Traytor, quoth Guy, thy falshood Ile repay, Its well, said Guy, thy honest thoughts appeare, But will be landlords when thou comest in hell: But breathe thy selfe a time, while I 105 My thirst wolde serve to drinke an ocean drye: Forbear a litle, as I delt with thee. Quoth Amarant, Thou hast noe foole of mee. Noe, sillye wretch, my father taught more witt, 110 By all my gods I doe rejoice at itt, To understand that thirst constraines thee now: Releeve my foe! why, 'twere a madmans part: 115 If thou imagine this, a child thou art: Noe, fellow, I have known the world too long To be soe simple: now I know thy want, A minutes space of breathing I'll not grant. 120 And with these words heaving aloft his clubb Into the ayre, he swings the same about: Now you are come unto your latest shift. Perish forever: with this stroke I send thee A medicine, that will doe thy thirst much good: Infernall, false, obdurate feend, said Guy, The thing to mee wherin I used thee well: 125 130 135 Thy gyants longitude shall shorter shrinke, Except thy sun-scorcht skin be weapon proof: Farewell my thirst; I doe disdaine to drinke; 140 Streames keepe your waters to your owne behoof; 145 Here, tyrant, take a taste of my good-will, It is not that same clubb will beare you out; 150 Then Guy sett foot upon the monsters brest, 155 Then Guy tooke keyes, and to the castle went, 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: 160 Eche told a tale with teares, and sighes, and cryes, All weeping to him with complaining eyes. There tender ladyes in darke dungeons lay, 165 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: 170 And, as he searcheth, doth great clamours heare, That he unlockes, and enters, where appeares 175 Men that with famishment of many years, The strangest object that he ever saw; 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, 180 Then the perplexed knight their father calls, sayes, Receive thy sonnes though poore and faint: And I promisd you their lives, accept of that; 185 The castle I doe give thee, heere's the keyes, For pittyes sake, use wronged women well: 190 Men easilye revenge the wrongs men do; But poore weake women have not strength thereto. The good old man, even overjoyed with this, Fell on the ground, and wold have kist Guys feete: 195 Father, quoth he, refraine soe base a kiss, **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 |