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ACTUS QUINTUS.

Enter Suckabus with bread and meate in his hand.
Clowne.

Ah sirrah, the world is pretty well amended with
me now, thankes to my Kingly father, and his Charmes,
'twas time for me to leave the domineering Rascall, and
his beggerly crue of wanderers, Groomes I may tearme
them, for if they had beene Knights they would never
have us'd a Prince amongst 'em so. I have travail'd five
times through the world, and not a Towne, City, or Burrough
in England but I carryed the markes on my shoulders
to shew for't. The best dayes that ever I saw with
'em, was when we hir'd Charles Waine, and rid about the
elements, that was the best twelve dayes journey that e're
I had: and I remember we had good lodging at the twelve
Signes, and nobly us'd, for they would not take one
Penny, and to say the truth we had no money to give:
but how we got up, or how the divell we got downe
agen I know not: and then we fell to our old course
agen, to kill every one that wee met: which course I
not liking, in regard wee must fight for our victualls, I
begg'd this charme of my Father, where hearing of a
famous Castle of Brandrons, and what a brave house hee kept
for Victuals, I out with my Spell, and straight wisht
me there; which being no sooner utter'd, but a Hawke
or a Buzard flew betwixt my legs, mounted me in the
Aire, and set me downe here, where I finde whole
Oxen, boyld in a Pottage-pot will hold more water
than the Thames, and now having pretty well stuft my
Pannier, Ile e'ne take a nap, and so wish my selfe somewhere
else.

He sleepes.
Enter Brandron.
Bran.
How weary am I with this forraging,
Yet cannot finde my hunted prey come in:
Have I a truce granted to a fruitfull Kingdome,
And her chiefe City, not a mile from hence
Vpon condition I should spare his City,
Selfe, and people, to have my quicke provision hunted
Into my Iron nets, and doe they breake and baffle thus?
Is Beare and Lyon food too good for me?
Why then I see I must take paines to march,
And with my Iron Mace, pound, pash, and morter them
And City too: oh the net is falne,
'Tis well you keepe your league.
How now, what scare-Crow's that?
A sleeping Dormouse in my Castle walls: how got he in?
I have no other Porter than my selfe,
And through the key-hole sure he could not craule;
How or which way should this small spie get in?
Sirrah awake, or with one phillip of my Iron Mace,
Ile send eternall sleepe to sieze on thee:
Awake you dog.

Clown.
I, I, you say very well Father, 'tis true indeed,
And then watch him asleepe, and kindly cut his throat.

Bran.
How? cut my throat? I shall prevent yee slave:
Wren of deformity awake I say.

Clown.

I heare a rumbling noyse, Ile e'ne packe up my trinkets,
and begon: Oh Lord what will become of me! I have
wisht my selfe to have my braines beate out.

Bran.

What art thou worme?

Clown.

An't please you Sir, I am a Prince, a sweete young
Prince, my Fathers name is Tarpax, Prince of the grisly
North, my mothers name was Calib, Queene of Limbonia,
and Dutches of Witchfordia.

Bran.

Perish thy father and thy mother, as thy selfe shall:
Slave how gotst thou in?

Clown.

I flew over the Castle wall.

Bran.

Bird of the Divell, where's your wings to flye?

Clown.

If you will give me leave, you shall see me flye the
same way backe agen.

Bran.
No my fino Pidgeon, I will clip your wings:
Come to my Caldron, come Ile see how finely you can
Flutter there, it reekes and bubbles, there
Ile plunge thee in, there shalt thou play my Pige.
Till thou art fine, soft, plumpe, and tender sod.
And then Ile picke thy bones my dainty bird.

Clowne.

O Lord, what shall become of me? boyld, O Lord,
the very terrour of that word, hath thrust the charme quite
from my head, that Charme would save me; oh sweet father
now or never helpe me, and save a Prince from boyling, a
boyld Prince is his meate else.

Bran.
Dispatch my bird.

Clowne.
O sweete father, now, now, now I goe else,
Boyld: oh the thought of that word: O I ha't,
Sweete Father I thanke thee,
Has put that Charme into my head
Shall make 'em all in love with me:
Now I care not.

Bran.
Why when I say?

Clown.
Splagnalis squirtis pampistis.
The Giant in a maze lets fall his Club.

Bran.
Ha! The beames of wonder shootes into mine eyes,
And love and pitty hath surpriz'd my heart.

Clown.

Oh sweete father, now he's mine sure, and I will
domineere.

Bran.
The mornings majesty doth not so fresh break forth,
When she doth usher the Altitionate from forth his bed
Of spices, here to shine: how were mine eyes deluded,
My sweet boy, when that I thought
Deformity hung here? for which upon my knees
I begge thy gracious pardon, and with submission,
And contrition, doe desire that favour,
But to kisse thy foote.

Clowne.
My foote? no you shall kisse somewhere else,
My back-side of this hand is yours.

Bran.
I merit not that favour, heavenly boy.

Clown.
Goe too, Ile have my will, my hand is yours I say.

Bran.
And for that hand my whole heart is thy slave;
Demand, and take the life of Brandron.
Then say, my dotage darling, canst thou love me?

Clown.
As well as I love roast Beefe:
Hast any victualls love? I am a hungry.

Bran.
Enough, my dainty boy; the banquet of the Gods,
To which flew Saturne, once in thirty yeares,
Tasteth not there of more delightsome Cates,
Than Ile have for my love: come in my boy,
Walke with me hand in hand,
Thou shalt not aske, but have thy full demand.

Exeunt.
Enter the sixe Champions.
Iam.
Brothers, you are welcome all to Brandrons Castle.

Iam.
Not Brandron nor his Castle
Long shall beare that name.

Pat.
A strong and sumptuous habitation.

Jam.
To good a Palace for a Tyrants raine.

Andr.
What, shall we knock, and rouse the Monster up?

Ant.
Lets walke the round, and take a view
Of this strong Castle first; happily we may finde
A passage in, for to surprize him
E're he thinke of us; lets strike upon occasion,
But advantage, in Law of Armes, deserves this
Hatefull Traitor.

Pat.
Your counsell wee'le allow, on, let be so:
Come Gentlemen, lets walke, but not too neare
The Castle pray, least treasons bounty
Should drop downe upon us.

Iam.
What if we finde no entrance,
And he refuse our summons, and not come?

And.
That cannot be, we then might sterve the fiend;
His foode is dayly hunted to these nets,
And once a day we are sure to meet with him:
Then let us carefull passe about these walls.

Exit.
Enter Clowne and Brandron.
Bran.
How lik'st thou Brandron, and his Castle boy?

Clowne.
As I am a Prince,
I was never better pleas'd in all my life.

Bran.
Musicke to Brandrons eare that thou art so.

Clowne.
Now you talke of Musicke, will you heare me sing?

Bran.
A contradiction to thy will, were poyson
To my thoughts: on my soules harmony.

Clowne
sings.

Bran.
Orion, that o're-strid the Dolphine with his Harp,
Nere song nor plaid such chanting melody:
Thou hast made me drousie love with thy sweet aire.

Clowne.
I carry aire at both ends of my Pipe,
But this is the sweeter: come what shall we doe?

Bran.
Walke with thy Iove, my lovely Ganymede,
And once a day survey my Castle round,
Then will I play with these thy silken locks,
Kisse that sweete Venus Mole upon thy Cheeke,
And smell unto thy sweete Sabean breath,
Then will we walke and view my silver fountaine,
And my silver Swans, whom next to thee,
I take most pleasure in.

Clowne.
I like that Fountaine very well,
And the three Swans that swimmes about it:
I was wishing for a Goose-pye made
Made of one of 'em but the tother day.

Bran.
Little dost thou know what those Swans be.

Clowne.
Why, what are they?

Bran.
List, and Ile tell thee:
Those Swans are daughters to the King of Macedon,
Whom I surpriz'd, and kept within my Castle,
Till at the length, so scorcht with loves hot flames,
That Brandron needes must dye, if not enjoy:
So thinking to deflowre 'em one by one,
Each by her prayers converted to a Swanne,
And flew for safety in my golden fountaine,
And there for ever shall my Ledas Birds
Remaine, unharm'd by Brandron, or any.

Clowne.

Oh monstrous, I have heard indeed that wenches
have turnd pretty Conies, Ducks, or Pigeons; but Swans, O
brave: Come whither shall we goe now love?

Leon.
Vp to the promontary top of my faire Castle,
There take thy pleasure of the mornings aire,
Breath'd from Aurora's eare the Sun doth wake,
From thence to banquet upon Lyons hearts,
Ile feast the hye and strong, my Ganymed:
Come let us mount, pleasure's to us a toy,
My happinesse consists in thee my boy.

Exeunt.
Enter the Sixe Champions.
Den.
As yet we cannot finde a fitting place,
Where we may make a breach for entrance.

Pat.
What shall we rouse him then?

Iam.
A little stay, we have not yet begirt the Castle walls,
The time of his approach will not be long,
For all his Iron nets are stor'd you see.

Anth.
I long to see, and grapple with the monster.

Andr.
Here's no man here but hath the same desire.
Come let us walke.

Enter Brandron and Clowne above.
Bran.
Where art thou love?

Clowne.
Here, here, as close as beggery to a Prodigall,
Ile ne're forsake yee Ile warrant.

Bran.
'Tis well; now we have attaind the highest top: ha!

Clowne.
Whats the matter Sir?

Bran.
See, see, sixe stragling spies, wandring fugitives
Are lurking 'bout my Walls to make a breach,
And steale my Swans away; but I will downe,
And with my Iron Mace send 'em a welcome,
That their powder bones shall seeme a pastime
For the winde to play with.

Clowne.
Goe to love, no more such words,
No more I say, I know 'em well enough.

Bran.
Dost thou my love?

Clown.
Yes, and I am afraid you will know 'em to your
Cost: there's not a man of these, but is able to cope
With a whole army.

Bran.
Ha, ha, ha.

Clowne.
You were best tell me I lye:
Have you not heard of seven roaring boyes,
That made such a damnable thunder through the world,
Making Gallimafries of all came in their way?

Bran.
O the Christian curres, what then?

Clowne.
These are fixe of 'em, and I'me afraid the seventh,
And that's my Master, George of England.

Bran.
Are these the men? beshrew me heart
The largenesse of their fame makes Brandron shrug.

Clowne.
Doe not you feare for all this;
What will you say if I betray all these Champions to yee,
And bring 'em all unarm'd unto your mercy?

Bran.
I cannot love thee dearer if thou dost,
But I am loath to venture thee my love.

Clowne.
Take you no care for that, Ile do't,
Give me the keyes, and Then when i have got them in
Vnarm'd, if we cannot make our parties good with 'em,
Wou'd you were hang'd y'faith.

Bran.
Goe and be fortunate, I long till thou returnst.

Exit.
Enter Champions.
Dav.
There is no hope of entrance till hee comes.

And.
Shall we obscure our selves till then,
Or face the Monster at his comming out?

Dav.
Obscure, no brother Andrew, here's not a man of us
But singly dares both meete and cope with him:
But soft, I heare the gates unlocke,
Each stand upon his guard, the Giant comes.

Enter Clown.
Iam.
Who this?
This the mighty Brandron?

Den.
If blacke Inchantments doe not blinde mine eyes,
I well should know that habite and that person:
Send me your judgements, know you not that face?

Anth.
'Tis Suckabus, our brother Georges man.

Clown.
You are not deceiv'd Sir, I'me the very same.

All.
What Suckabus?

Clown.

Gentlemen, 'tis no wonder for us that are Champions
to meete at tho worlds end: my master's i'th Castle.

All.

How?

Clown.

'Tis as I tell yee; we saw yee out of a window
looke about the Castle walls, and laught heartily at yee, and
so did the Ladies too.

All.

How, Ladies?

Clown.

Yes faith Ladies: my master hath kild the Giant,
a foule great lubberly knave he was I'me sure a that: wee
had much a doe with him ere he fell: but now have wee the
bravest life with the Ladies, we doe nothing but dance with
'em al day long. You must come up unto my Master presently.

All.
With all our hearts;
Lead the way good Suckabus.

Clowne.

Nay not so hasty neither: my Master doth earnestly
desire you, that you would deliver all your weapons to
me, for feare of frighting the Ladies; there must no
signe of a Souldier now appeare, all must be lovers that doe
enter there.

All.

With all our hearts; take 'em, and lead the way.

Clowne.
Why now it is as it should be;

Ile bring you sweet linnen and water to refresh you, and then
into your pantables, and pump up the Ladies.

All.
Excellent Suckabus.

Exeunt.
Enter Brandron.
Bran.
Ha, ha, ha; how happy am I in this faithfull boy?
I have beheld through a chinke, the Knights
Brought in unarm'd and weaponlesse:
Oh my prosperous polititian how I love thee:
These were the Knights whom I did ever feare,
And now I have 'em all mine owne but one:
Oh here comes my boy; the newes, the newes?
My eyes best object; what are they spring'd my love?

Clowne.
I, they are my owne, fast lockt in a pitfold:
But I have stranger newes to tell thee than this.

Bran.
Say on, we are secure frhm feare and danger now.

Clowne.
After my slight had fetcht 'em in unarm'd,
And Cag'd my birds fast under locke and key,
I went to fetch some weapons that I left
Behinde me at the gate porch: where peeping
Through a key-hole, by more chance I spide my Master
George of England, prancing his steede about the walls.

Bran.
What's he the seventh?

Clowne.
I, and the veriest kill-cow of 'em all,
These are but very punies to him.

Bran.
Goe and betray him as thou didst the rest.

Clowne.

Nay soft, some wiser than some: hee's no such
fellow as yee take him for; he may heare me, but he'le
see me hang'd ere he trust mee; for indeed I have beene
so trusty to him, that he'le be sure to trusse, if he catch me.

Bran.
I will not venture thee: come, lets to these Knights,
If they will yeeld unto our faire demands,
And by that Christian power they doe adore,
Sweare fealty and faithfull love to us,
To fight our battailes, and our Champions prove,
'Gainst those that shall oppose our might and power,
We are their friends, and they shall live in favour;
But if deniall breath from ones lip,
He and the rest shall perish instantly:
Follow me love.

Exeunt.
Enter George.
Geor.
Through blacke Inchantments, misbeleeving men,
Wild beasts and monsters, and through death himselfe,
Hath George of England made his passage, to the desire
Of my longing thoughts; and by my
Tedious travailes have I now obtain'd,
And here I am arriv'd, where ends my fame,
Or deeper shall insculpe my honour'd name.
The Castle beares a foule usurped title,
Which I will read out of the Tyrants heart,
And backe deliver injur'd honours due,
Or dye in the attempt.
A rich and stately building:
How fast 'tis rivited into the Rocke,
As if the sure foundations and the walls were one,
How gain'd the monster such a policy to vanquish,
And still hold it as his owne?
I have no other way but one, and this is it,
This sword must play the Pioner for me,
Which through Brandrons platted coat of brasse,
Shall cut his passage to his heart:
And thus I ring deaths larum at his gate.

Enter Brandron aloft.
Bra.
Ha, what hare-braind frantick Vrchin have we there?
Dost come to meete the Crowes and chatting Pyes?
They'le make a banquet of thy carkasse:
Reserve your smooth-fac'd brow to play with Ladies,
Begon I say, and doe not make reply,
For if thou urge me to a Porters paines,
The strong nerv'd Cyclops, who by pondrous waight,
Forg'd out the gates of steele, neare laid such strokes,
As I will on thy childish Burgonet.
Begon I say, thou see'st I'me pittifull.

Geo.
Let pitty be accepted at thy hand by such as feare
Thy bug-beare tearmes, were thy deeds as much:
Therefore descend, and to my hands deliver up the keyes,
With it those Virgins, undeflowr'd and wrongd,
The daughters to the King of Macedon,
Or by the sacred Crosse of Christendome,
Vnder whose Banner George of England fights,
Ile pitch thy head upon the wall thou standst,
And Traitor like thy hatefull limbes beside.

Bra.
O, we have heard of you before, but since you are so hot,
Ile fetch a Iulip for to coole your blood,
You shall be fought, and fought, and fought with too:
Betake you to your tooles, that valour tries,
For ne're till now you plaid your Master-prize,

Exit.
Georg.
I doe accept it: Brandron in this alone
Doe I finde thee honourable: meane time,
I will prepare to entertaine them.

Enter Brandron aloft, with all the Champions and Clowne.
Bran.
Hollow once more, looke up and see,
If these thou conquerst, then thou copst with me,
But not before: nay, never start, I know thou knowst 'em wel,
You ne're so strange were, as you must be now:
I keepe those bonds which yoakt your amities,
And I have broke those bonds: these, once what ere they were,
Are now my subjects, and all sworne to fight
In Brandrons quarrell, be it wrong or right.
I, and to dye in't: question them I pray.

Geor.
Amazement throwes his wonders on my head:
Brother resolve me, is it so, or no?
I see y'are prisoners to his power and will,
But let me know the meanes that makes you so,
Lives there no foule inchantment in this place?

Dav.
Brother not any.

Georg.
Monster, I know thou took'st 'em not in fight;
The meanest of them them there that stands by thee,
But with the quicke flames of his resolution,
Had scorcht thee into ashes: give reason then
How this should come to passe?

Bran.
One of you tell him, if you please you may.

Dav.
We all arrived at one Court, the Macedonian Kings,
And comming hither in his wrongs behalfe,
Met with your Hell-borne Suckabus,
Who was before by Brandron entertaind;
No sooner we approacht the Castle here,
And made a gentle walke about the walls,
But running to us with great signes of joy, that slave
Came to us, told us your selfe was here,
And how the mighty Brandron by your hand was slaine.

Bran.
Ha, ha, ha; oh my dainty boy, stand neare my love,
Here's none dares injure thee.

Clowne.

Looke how Master George on foote-backe frownes
on me, but I care not.

Dav.
Further he told us 'twas your faire request,
Having sweete Musicke and faire Ladyes with you,
We should come in unarm'd and weaponlesse:
We being joyfull, thinking truth he spake,
Were all betray'd, and so to Brandron led,
And so our lives were granted, on condition,
His wrong or right to guard against the world.

Geor.
Brood of the Divell thou shalt pay for this.

Clown.
Thy worst, I defie thee.

Geor.
What we must fight then?

Omn.
Brother we must.

Geor.
Well then, what remedy?
But tell me Brandron, ere we beginne,
Since thou hast set this quarrell on our heads,
Shall I have faire and single opposition?

Bran.
Champion thou shalt.

Geor.
Seale it with your oath, and then 'tis firme.

Bran.
Why by the Ethiopes stampe, yon burning ball,
I vow; and this I furthermore will promise,
That each severall Combatant shall beare severall armes;
And to thy selfe, from our rich Armory,
Weapons Ile send compleat, although mine enemy:
Here, take the keyes, my boy, and see each weapon fitted
Both for him and them: meane time, heare will we sit
Spectators of their deedes: Oh they are met.

Enter Champions severally, arm'd; weapons brought for George.
Da.
Y'are welcom to our castle: I'me your first man brother

Geor.
You are welcome.

Dav.
For Brandron, and his right.

Geor.
For England, and the Brittaines doe I fight.
fight.
Brother y'are mine, your quarrell is not good.

David is orecome.
Da.
What I have lost, then call it Brandrons blood.

Geor.
You are noble. Come the next.

And.
That's I for Brandron.

fight.
Geor.
I stand for Scotland now.

And.
You have wonne it fairely; take it as your owne.

Geor.
Y'are welcome home.

And.
And I am glad it is so well falne out.

Each fight their severall Combates: George overcomes them all: Brandron stampes.
Geor.
Let us unite our brother-hoods againe.
You are welcome to your liberty.

Omn.
We joy to see't.

Iam.
There are the keyes, enter, and sieze on Brandron.

Bran.
Am I betray'd?

Dav.
Each hath the best done to defend your state,
Then yeeld thee to the mercy of our brother.

Bran.
First will I headlong throw me from this Tower,
And dash my braines 'gainst the craggy rocks,
That murmures at the fall of Brandron:
No, Christian slaves, you shall not write
Your glories in my blood, to say,
The mighty Brandron fell by you:
Brandron wins glory to himselfe to yeeld,
And thus will conquer Brandron in the field.

He beates out his owne braines.
Geor.
One ruine ends for to beginne another:
Enter the Castle, seeke the slave his man.
And give his guerdon for his treachery.

Dav.
That will we doe; follow me Anthony.

Exit.
Geor.
What drum is that? lets in, and stand upon our guard.

Pat.
It is our friend, the King of Macedon.
That comes to gratifie our victory.

Geor,
Wee'le greete him with a token of our loves.

Enter the King, Drumme, Colours, and Souldiers.
Mac.
I come in loving quest of you, brave Christian Knights,
Who since your absence from our mournfull Court,
In this adventure tooke in our behalfes,
Feare made us doubt your safety and your lives:
Wherefore resolv'd, in quittance of your losse,
More than the wrongs I did sustaine before,
Made us thus change our mournfull blacke for steele,
And arm'd with dreadlesse danger of our lives,
Came thus resolv'd, to fight, and dye for you.

Pat.
You have out-done us in your noble minde:
Brother of England, embrace this aged King:
And reverend Sir, doe you the like by him;
This the seventh, which in this enterprise,
Redeem'd us from the hateful hands of treachery.

Mac.
I joy to see such worth abound in man,
May honours spring send Garlands for thy brow,
And victory still dwell on thy triumphant arme:
I glory in your conquest.

Geor.
Which glory once more shines upon thy head;
The hatefull monster, that usurpt so long,
And kept poore Tenopas in dread and aw,
Hath Iustice from his owne hand done himselfe,
And you are honour of your losse agen:
Therefore reserve it as our loving deed,
And weare it as our favour.

Mac.
You so inrich me with your love and bounty,
My life and kingdome is too poore to thanke yee.
Were I assur'd of my daughters lives,
I were ascended to my height of joy.

Geor.
Of that these gentlemen can more resolve yee.

Omn.
We never knew, nor saw no Ladies there.

Mac.
Why then they are dead:
Sweete peace rest with their soules.

Enter with the Clowne.
Clowne.

As you are gentlemen use not a Prince so hardly:
what I have done was meerely out of love; because I would
have you staid men, men of biding, to be forth comming,
though not every houre comming forth: Master George, for
my Queene mothers sake, that kild your father and mother,
and kept you in a Cave, have compassion upon me.

Geo.

Dispatch, and hang the slave.

Clown.

What shall I do now? I have been calling to my father
for helpe, and he does nothing, but stands and laughes
at me, and will not put my charme in my head.

Dav.
Nay come away good Suckabus.

Clown.
Which is the King of Macedon, I pray?

Mac.
I am my friend, but cannot save thy life,
Because thou didst betray these gentlemen.

Clown.

I doe beseech thy Kingly worship to save my lifs, &
I will bring you where your daughters are.

[Mac.]
Thou powrest fresh blood into our empty veines,
And melts the snow that lay upon my heart:
Victorious Knights, as much renownd for pitty,
As for valour, upon my aged knees I beg the life
Of this condemned wretch.

Geor.
You must not kneele: upon condition that thou dost performe,
Thy words, we will not onely give thee life,
But guard on thee with rich rewards, and love:
But if thy feare delude us, hoping to save thy life—

Clown.

Why you may hang me then, that's all the care I
take.

Mac.

And wilt thou bring me to my daughters friend?

Clown.
Sings.

Looke you, doe you see these three Swans? these Swans were
once the Daughters, Ducks and Darlings to the King of Macedon.

Geor.
Those were the Swans that in the fountaine liv'd:
Did not I tell you what this slave would do?
Dispatch and hang him straight.

Mac.
I doe beseech yee spare him;
And noble Knights, thus for to let you know,
I doe give faithfull credit to his words;
Heare me relate what once my daughters told me;
The eldest having priviledge of Birth,
Came to me first for to relate her dreame,
And askt me if I could inteprete it;
I answerd, as I had small faith in dreames,
So I had lesse knowledge to expound the meaning.
Yet went she on; I dreamt, said she, my sisters and my selfe
Were playing round about your golden fountaine,
When suddenly we all three were surpris'd,
By a fierce savage and inhumane Monster,
And as his flaming Lust did us pursue,
We turnd to Swans, and in the fountaine flew.
As she related so did both the rest,
And all three had one dreame.

Clown.

Ile assure you, the Giant that is dead told me the selfe
same tale, and how he would have done something to 'em, but
having three Eeles by the taile they slipt out of his fingers, &
flew like Swans into the golden fountaine.

Mac.
This doth confirme it more: oh my Swans, my girles!
Come shall we sing our Requiem together?
And at the stretching out your silver wings,
Your aged father falls and dies with you.

Geo.
Take comfort, royal Macedon, as heaven for to preserve
Their honours, chang'd their shapes, it may be pleas'd
For to restore't agen, for after prescripts to beleeving men,
And would you but become—

Mac.
In that Ile interrupt yee: hold I pray,
Let me imbrace you all; nay, take sure hold:
Though clouds of darknesse did my cleare shine smother,
I am converted to each here a brother.

Omn.
A happy conversion.

Geor.
Blest Macedon, thou hast sent a gift to heaven,
Borne upon Angels wings;
The swans turne.
And is by us on earth here ratified,
Which without this could never have beene done.

Omn.
O father, father, happy are we now.

Mac.
My blessing on my Swans, my new found joyes:
We all are Christians now.

Omn.
Oh happy state!

Georg.
Each Lady doth deserve a Monarchs bed.

Mas.
Renowned Knights, may we desire to know,
Which of you are unmarried?

An., De., Pat.
We are.

Geor.
Then here's three Ladies, take 'em to your beds.

Mac.
George highly honours aged Macedon.

3 Knig.
But can the Ladies love accord with us?

3 Lad.
Most willingly.

3 Knig.
We thus then seale our contracts.

Geor.
Which thus we ratifie:
Sit with the Brides, most noble Macedon,
And since kinde fortune sent such happy chance,
Wee'le grace your Nuptialls with a souldiers dance.

They dance.
Mac.
True noble Knights, how am I honour'd in you?

Georg.
No more good Macedon: pray lead the way,
Wee'le see your Nuptiall Rites,
That taske once done,
We must abroad for fame of Christendome.