THF HEROICK
HISTORY
OF
GUY, Earle of Warwick.
WRITTEN BY HUMPHERY CROUCH
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Vallant Guy bestirs his hands,
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The Dragon back did Shrink,
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The Giant Rumbo quaking stands:
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And knew not what to think.
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Guy gets the victory at last,
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Which made great Rumbo glad:
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He was full glad the fight was past,
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For he before was sad:
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The greatfull Lion Guy did greet:
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When he to him did goe,
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And thankfuly did lick his feet.
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Because
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He takes his leave once more and goes,
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Her pleasure to fulfill.
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He longs to be a dealing blowes,
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To win more honour still,
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And through a Forist as he rides
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He meets a mighty Giant,
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Two yards at every step, he strides,
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For stronger then a Lion,
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Friend quoth the Giant, hast thou heard
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Of one they call him Guy
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Who all the Power of France, hath feard
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With acts of Chivelrie.
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And
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And when my Father h[ears t]he truth,
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Take Phelice for thine owne.
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Win honour by thy marshall hand,
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And by a War-like life,
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When this I came to understand,
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Take Phelice for thy wife.
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Phelice I aske no more said he
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Call Guy a Coward Swain,
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[If] he refuse to Fight for the,
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Thy love for to obtaine,
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O woe to him that counts that good,
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That doth procure his Care,
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Who wins a wife with losse of blood,
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Doth buy his bargan deare.
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Yet whilst he hath a drop to bleed,
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Guy, will not jdle lye.
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Performing many a worthy deed,
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And acts of Chivelry.
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In France he provd himself a man.
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Unhorst them one by one,
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He there Cast down both horse and man,
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And Fame and honour won,
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He then to England comes a maine.
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To see his Hearts delight,
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But Phelice sends him forth againe,
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Sence he so well could fight,
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To fight for h[e]r he would not grutch.
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Whom he esteemed deare
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Because he loved her so much.
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No danger did he feare,
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No danger may he feare that str[iv]es,
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To winn a Ladies love.
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And howsoever the bussines thrives,
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Obedient he must prove.
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A3 Ho
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