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BY GEORGE PEELE |
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First Published
1594 |
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The |
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An it was sundrie times plaid by the
Lord high |
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Imprinted at London by Edward Allde
for Richard Bankworth, and are to be solde at his shoppe in |
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DRAMATIS PERSONS. |
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The Usurper and His Supporters: |
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The Moor, Muly Mahamet. |
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Muly Mahamet, his
son. |
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Calipolis, wife of the Moor. |
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Pisano, a Captain of the Moor. |
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The Rightful Ruler and His
Supporters: |
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Abdelmelec, uncle of the Moor, and rightful ruler |
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of Morocco. |
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Muly Mahamet Seth, younger brother of Abdelmelec. |
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Rubin Archis, widow of Abdelmunen. |
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Son of Rubin Archis. |
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Celybin, a follower of Abdelmelec. |
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Zareo, a follower of Abdelmelec. |
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Calsepius Bassa, a Turkish Captain. |
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Abdil Rayes, a Queen. |
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The Portuguese: |
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Sebastian, King of Portugal. |
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Duke of Avero, a follower of Sebastian. |
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Duke of Barceles, a follower of Sebastian. |
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Lord Lodowick, a follower of Sebastian. |
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Lewes de Silva, a follower of Sebastian. |
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Christophero de Tavera, a follower of Sebastian. |
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Don Diego Lopez, Governor of Lisbon. |
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Don de Menysis, Governor of Tangier. |
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Other Christians: |
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Tom Stukeley, Captain of the Papal fleet. |
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Irish Bishop. |
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Hercules, an Italian in Stukeley's service. |
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Jonas, an Italian in Stukeley's service. |
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Appearing in the Dumb Shows: |
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The Presenter. |
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Abdelmunen, oldest brother of Abdelmelec. |
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Two young Brothers of the Moor, Muly Mahamet. |
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Two Murderers. |
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Fame. |
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Moorish Ambassadors, Spanish
Ambassadors and |
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Legate, Boy, Soldiers, Messengers,
&c. |
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A Queen. |
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Ladies. |
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Settings,
Scene Breaks and Stage Directions. |
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The original 1594 quarto of The
Battle of Alcazar was divided into five Acts and multiple scenes, which
organization we follow. |
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ACT I. |
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Enter
the Presenter. |
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1 |
Honour, the spur that pricks the
princely mind |
2 |
To follow rule and climb the
stately chair, |
With great desire inflames the
Portingal, |
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4 |
An honourable and courageous king,
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To undertake a dangerous dreadful
war, |
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And aid with Christian arms the
barbarous Moor, |
The negro Muly Hamet, that
withholds |
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The kingdom from his uncle
Abdelmelec, |
Whom proud Abdallas wronged, |
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10 |
And in his throne installs his
cruël son, |
That now usurps upon this prince, |
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This brave Barbarian lord, Muly
Molocco. |
The passage to the crown by murder
made, |
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14 |
Abdallas dies, and deigns this
tyrant king; |
Of whom we treat, sprung from th'
Arabian Moor, |
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16 |
Black in his look, and bloody in
his deeds; |
And in his shirt, stained with a
cloud of gore, |
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18 |
Presents himself, with naked sword
in hand, |
Accompanied, as now you may
behold, |
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With devils coated in the shapes
of men. |
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THE
FIRST DUMB-SHOW. |
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Enter
the Moor Muly Mahamet, his Son, ‹
the |
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Moor's attendant, and Pages to attend the
Moor. |
Enter
to them the Moor's › |
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two
young Brethren: the Moor Muly Mahamet |
shows
them the bed, and then takes his leave |
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30 |
of
them, and they betake them to their rest. |
32 |
And
then the Presenter speaketh. |
34 |
Like those that were by kind of
murther mummed, |
Sit down and see what heinous
stratagems |
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36 |
These damnèd wits contrive; and,
lo, alas, |
How like poor lambs prepared for
sacrifice, |
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38 |
This traitor-king hales to their
longest home |
These tender lords, his younger
brethren both! |
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THE
SECOND DUMB-SHOW. |
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Enter
the Moor [Muly Mahamet], and two |
Murderers,
bringing in his uncle Abdelmunen: |
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then
they draw the curtains, |
and
smother the young Princes in the bed: |
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which
done in sight of the uncle [Abdelmunen], |
they
strangle him in his chair, and then go forth. |
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And
then the Presenter saith. |
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His brethren thus in fatal bed
behearsed, |
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His father's brother, of too light
belief, |
This negro puts to death by proud
command. |
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Say not these things are feigned,
for true they are; |
And understand how, eager to enjoy
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His father's crown, this
unbelieving Moor, |
Murthering his uncle and his
brethren, |
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Triumphs in his ambitious tyranny;
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Till Nemesis, high mistress of
revenge, |
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That with her scourge keeps all
the world in awe, |
With thundering drums awakes the
God of War, |
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And calls the Furies from Avernus'
crags, |
To range and rage, and vengeance
to inflict, |
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66 |
Vengeance on this accursèd Moor
for sin. |
And now behold how Abdelmelec
comes, |
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Uncle to this unhappy
traitor-king, |
Armed with great aid that Amurath
had sent, |
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Great Amurath, Emperor of the
East, |
For service done to Sultan
Solimon, |
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Under whose colours he had served
in field, |
Flying the fury of this negro's
father, |
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That wronged his brethren to
install his son. |
Sit you, and see this true and
tragic war, |
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A modern matter full of blood and
ruth, |
Where three bold kings, confounded
in their height, |
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78 |
Fell to the earth, contending for
a crown; |
And call this war the Battle of
Alcazar. |
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[Exit.]
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ACT
I, SCENE I. |
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The Frontier Between Morocco and
Algeria. |
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Sound
drums and trumpets, and then enter |
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Abdelmelec,
Calsepius Bassa and his Guard, |
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and
Zareo, a Moor, with Soldiers.
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1 |
Abdel. All
hail, Argerd Zareo; and, ye Moors, |
2 |
Salute the frontiers of your
native home: |
Cease, rattling drums; and,
Abdelmelec, here |
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4 |
Throw up thy trembling hands to
heaven's throne, |
Pay to thy God due thanks, and
thanks to him |
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That strengthens thee with mighty
gracious arms |
Against the proud usurper of thy
right, |
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The royal seat and crown of
Barbary, |
Great Amurath, great Emperor of
the East: |
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The world bear witness how I do
adore |
The sacred name of Amurath the
Great. − |
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Calsepius Bassa, Bassa Calsepius, |
To thee, and to thy trusty band of
men |
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That carefully attend us in our
camp, |
Picked soldiers, comparable to the
guard |
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Of Myrmidons that kept Achilles'
tent, |
Such thanks we give to thee and to
them all, |
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As may concern a poor distressèd
king, |
In honour and in princely
courtesy. |
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Cals. Courteous
and honourable Abdelmelec, |
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We are not come, at Amurath's
command, |
As mercenary men, to serve for
pay, |
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But as sure friends, by our great
master sent |
To gratify and to remunerate |
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Thy love, thy loyalty, and
forwardness, |
Thy service in his father's
dangerous war; |
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And to perform, in view of all the
world, |
The true office of right and
royalty: |
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To see thee in thy kingly chair
enthroned, |
To settle and to seat thee in the
same, |
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To make thee Emperor of this
Barbary, |
Are come the viceroys and sturdy janizaries |
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Of Amurath, son to Sultan Solimon.
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Enter
Muly Mahamet Seth, Rubin Archis, |
Abdil
Rayes, with others. |
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Rayes. Long
live my lord, the sovereign of my heart, |
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Lord Abdelmelec, whom the god of
kings, |
The mighty Amurath hath happy
made! |
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And long live Amurath for this
good deed! |
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Seth. Our
Moors have seen the silver moons to wave |
In banners bravely spreading over
the plain, |
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And in these semicircles have
descried, |
All in a golden field, a star to
rise, |
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A glorious comet that begins to
blaze, |
Promising happy sorting to us all.
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Rubin. Brave
man-at-arms, whom Amurath hath sent |
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To sow the lawful true-succeeding
seed |
In Barbary, that bows and groans
withal |
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Under a proud usurping tyrant's
mace, |
Right thou the wrongs this
rightful king hath borne. |
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Abdel. Distressèd
ladies, and ye dames of Fesse, |
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Sprung from the true Arabian Muly
Xarif, |
The loadstar and the honour of our
line, |
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Now clear your watery eyes, wipe
tears away, |
And cheerfully give welcome to
these arms: |
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Amurath hath sent scourges by his
men, |
To whip that tyrant traitor-king
from hence, |
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That hath usurped from us, and
maimed you all. − |
Soldiers, sith rightful quarrels'
aid |
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Successful are, and men that
manage them |
Fight not in fear as traitors and
their feres, |
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That you may understand what arms
we bear, |
What lawful arms against our
brother's son, |
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In sight of heaven, even of mine
honour's worth, |
Truly I will deliver and discourse
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The sum of all. Descended from the
line |
Of Mahomet, our grandsire Muly
Xarif |
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With store of gold and treasure
leaves Arabia, |
And strongly plants himself in
Barbary; |
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And of the Moors that now with us
do wend |
Our grandsire Muly Xarif was the
first. |
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From him well wot ye Muly Mahamet
Xeque, |
Who in his life-time made a
perfect law, |
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Confirmed with general voice of
all his peers, |
That in his kingdom should
successively |
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His sons succeed. Abdallas was the
first, |
Eldest of four, Abdelmunen the
second, |
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And we the rest, my brother and
myself. |
Abdallas reigned his time: but see
the change! |
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He labours to invest his son in
all, |
To disannul the law our father
made, |
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And disinherit us his brethren; |
And in his life-time wrongfully
proclaims |
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His son for king that now contends
with us. |
Therefore I crave to re-obtain my
right, |
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That Muly Mahamet the traitor
holds, |
Traitor and bloody tyrant both at
once, |
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That murtherèd his younger
brethren both: |
But on this damnèd wretch, this
traitor-king, |
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The gods shall pour down showers
of sharp revenge. |
And thus a matter not to you
unknown |
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I have delivered; yet for no
distrust |
Of loyalty, my well-belovèd
friends, |
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But that th' occasions fresh in
memory |
Of these encumbers so may move
your minds, |
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102 |
As for the lawful true-succeeding
prince |
Ye neither think your lives nor
honours dear, |
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Spent in a quarrel just and
honourable. |
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Cals. Such and no other
we repute the cause |
That forwardly for thee we
undertake, |
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Thrice-puissant and renowmèd
Abdelmelec, |
And for thine honour, safety, and
crown, |
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Our lives and honours frankly to
expose |
To all the daungers that our war
attend, |
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As freely and as resolutely all |
As any Moor whom thou commandest
most. |
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Seth. And why is
Abdelmelec, then, so slow |
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116 |
To chástise him with fury of the
sword |
Whose pride doth swell to sway
beyond his reach? |
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Follow this pride with fury of
revenge. |
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Rubin. Of death, of
blood, of wreak, and deep revenge, |
Shall Rubin Archis frame her
tragic songs: |
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122 |
In blood, in death, in murther,
and misdeed, |
This heaven's malice did begin and
end. |
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Abdel. Rubin,
these rites to Abdelmunen's ghost |
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126 |
Have pierced by this to Pluto's
grave below; |
The bells of Pluto ring revenge
amain, |
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128 |
The Furies and the fiends conspire
with thee; |
War bids me draw my weapons for
revenge |
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130 |
Of my deep wrongs and my dear
brother's death. |
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Seth. Sheath
not your swords, you soldiers of Amurath, |
Sheath not your swords, you Moors
of Barbary, |
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134 |
That fight in right of your
anointed king, |
But follow to the gates of death
and hell, |
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Pale death and hell, to entertain
his soul; |
Follow, I say, to burning
Phlegethon, |
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This traitor-tyrant and his
companies. |
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Cals. Heave up your
swords against these stony holds, |
Wherein these barbarous rebels are
enclosed: |
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142 |
Called for is Abdelmelec by the
gods |
To sit upon the throne of Barbary.
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Rayes. Bassa, great
thanks, the honour of the Turks. − |
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Forward, brave lords, unto this
rightful war! |
How can this battle but successful
be, |
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Where courage meeteth with a
rightful cause? |
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Rubin. Go
in good time, my best-belovèd lord, |
Successful in thy work thou
undertakes! |
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152 |
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[Exeunt.] |
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ACT
I, SCENE II. |
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A Valley North of Fez |
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Enter,
in his chariot, the Moor [Muly Mahamet], |
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[Calipolis,]
and their son, ‹ Moors attendant |
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on
each side of the chariot. › Pisano, his captain, |
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with
the Moor's Guard and treasure. |
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Muly. Pisano,
take a cornet of our horse, |
2 |
As many argolets and armèd pikes, |
And with our carriage march away
before |
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By Scyras, and those plots of
ground |
That to Moroccus lead the lower
way: |
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Our enemies keep upon the
mountain-tops, |
And have encamped themselves not
far from Fesse. − |
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Madam, |
Gold is the glue, sinews, and
strength of war, |
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And we must see our treasure may
go safe. − |
Away! |
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[Exit
Pisano with the treasure and some of the Guard.] |
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Now, boy, what's the news? |
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Muly Jr. The news, my lord,
is war, war and revenge; |
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And, if I shall declare the
circumstance, |
'Tis thus. |
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Rubin, our uncle's wife, that
wrings her hands |
For Abdelmunen's death,
accompanied |
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22 |
With many dames of Fesse in
mourning weeds, |
Near to Argier encountered
Abdelmelec, |
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24 |
That bends his force, puffed up
with Amurath's aid, |
Against your holds and castles of
defence. |
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26 |
The younger brother, Muly Mahamet
Seth, |
Greets the great Bassa that the
King of Turks |
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28 |
Sends to invade your right and
royal realm; |
And basely beg revenge,
arch-rebels all, |
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To be inflict upon our progeny. |
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Muly. Why,
boy, is Amurath's Bassa such a bug |
That he is marked to do this
doughty deed? − |
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Then, Bassa, lock the winds in
wards of brass, |
Thunder from heaven, damn wretched
men to death, |
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Bear all the offices of Saturn's
sons, |
Be Pluto, then, in hell, and bar
the fiends, |
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38 |
Take Neptune's force to thee and
calm the seas, |
And execute Jove's justice on the
world, |
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Convey Tamburlaine into our Afric
here, |
To chastise and to menace lawful
kings: − |
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42 |
Tamburlaine, triumph not, for thou
must die, |
As Philip did, Caesar, and
Caesar's peers. |
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Muly, Jr. The Bassa grossly
flattered to his face, |
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46 |
And Amurath's praise advanced
above the sound |
Upon the plains, the soldiers
being spread, |
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And that brave guard of sturdy
janizaries |
That Amurath to Abdelmelec gave, |
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50 |
And bad him boldly be with them as
safe |
As if he slept within a wallèd
town; |
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52 |
Who take them to their weapons,
threatening revenge, |
Bloody revenge, bloody revengeful
war. |
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54 |
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Muly. Away,
and let me hear no more of this. |
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56 |
Why, boy, |
Are we successor to the great
Abdallas |
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58 |
Descended from th' Arabian Muly
Xarif, |
And shall we be afraid of Bassas
and of bugs, |
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60 |
Raw-head and bloody-bone? |
Boy, seest here this semitarie by
my side? |
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62 |
Sith they begin to bathe in blood,
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Blood be the theme whereon our
time shall tread; |
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64 |
Such slaughter with my weapon
shall I make |
As through the stream and bloody
channels deep |
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66 |
Our Moors shall sail in ships and
pinnaces |
From Tanger-shore unto the gates
of Fesse. |
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68 |
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Muly, Jr. And of those
slaughtered bodies shall thy son |
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70 |
A huge tower erect like Nemrod's
frame, |
To threaten those unjust and
partial gods |
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72 |
That to Abdallas' lawful seed deny
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A long, a happy, and triumphant
reign. |
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74 |
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An
alarum within, and then enter a Messenger. |
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76 |
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Mess. Fly, King of
Fesse, King of Moroccus, fly, |
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78 |
Fly with thy friends, Emperor of
Barbary; |
O, fly the sword and fury of the
foe, |
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80 |
That rageth as the ramping lioness
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In rescue of her younglings from
the bear! |
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82 |
Thy towns and holds by numbers
basely yield, |
Thy land to Abdelmelec's rule
resigns, |
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84 |
Thy carriage and thy treasure
taken is |
By Amurath's soldiers, that have
sworn thy death: |
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86 |
Fly Amurath's power and
Abdolmelec's threats, |
Or thou and thine look here to
breathe your last. |
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88 |
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Muly. Villain,
what dreadful sound of death and flight |
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90 |
Is this wherewith thou dost
afflict our ears? |
But if there be no safety to abide
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92 |
The favour, fortune, and success
of war, |
Away in haste! roll on, my
chariot-wheels, |
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94 |
Restless till I be safely set in
shade |
Of some unhaunted place, some
blasted grove |
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96 |
Of deadly hue or dismal
cypress-tree, |
Far from the light or comfort of
the sun, |
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98 |
There to curse heaven and he that
heaves me hence; |
To seek as Envy at Cecropè's gate,
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100 |
And pine with thought and terror
of mishaps: |
Away! |
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102 |
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[Exeunt.] |
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ACT II. |
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Alarum
within, and then enter the Presenter.
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1 |
Now war begins his rage and
ruthless reign, |
2 |
And Nemesis, with bloody whip in
hand, |
Thunders for vengeance on this
Negro-Moor; |
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4 |
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‹
DUMB SHOW › |
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6 |
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‹
Enter above Nemesis; enter Three Ghosts. › |
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8 |
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10 |
Nor may the silence of the
speechless night, |
Dire architect of murthers and
misdeeds, |
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12 |
Of tragedies and tragic tyrannies,
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Hide or contain this barbarous
cruëlty |
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14 |
Of this usurper to his progeny. |
16 |
[Three
Ghosts cry "Vindicta!"] |
18 |
Hark, lords, as in a hollow place
afar, |
The dreadful shrieks and clamours
that resound, |
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20 |
And sound revenge upon this
traitor's soul, |
Traitor to kin and kind, to gods
and men! |
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22 |
Now Nemesis upon her doubling
drum, |
Moved with this ghastly moan, this
sad complaint, |
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24 |
Larums aloud into Alecto's ears, |
And with her thundering wakes,
whereas they lie |
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26 |
In cave as dark as hell and beds
of steel, |
The Furies, just imps of dire
revenge. |
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28 |
"Revenge," cries
Abdelmunen's grievèd ghost, |
30 |
‹
Lying down behind the Curtains, the three Furies, |
one
with a whip, another with a bloody torch |
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32 |
and
the third with a chopping knife.
› |
34 |
And rouseth with the terror of
this noise |
These nymphs of Erebus;
"Wreak and revenge" |
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36 |
Ring out the souls of his unhappy
brethren. |
And now start up these torments of
the world, |
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38 |
Waked with the thunder of
Rhamnusia's drum |
And fearful echoes of these
grievèd ghosts, − |
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40 |
Alecto with her brand and bloody
torch, |
Megaera with her whip and snaky
hair, |
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42 |
Tisiphone with her fatal murdering
iron: |
These three conspire, these three
complain and moan. − |
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44 |
Thus, Muly Mahamet, is a council
held |
To wreak the wrongs and murthers
thou hast done. − |
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46 |
By this imagine was this barbarous
Moor |
Chased from his dignity and his
diadem, |
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48 |
And lives forlorn among the
mountain-shrubs, |
And makes his food the flesh of
savage beasts. |
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50 |
Amurath's soldiers have by this
installed |
Good Abdelmelec in his royal seat.
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52 |
The dames of Fesse and ladies of
the land, |
In honour of the son of Solimon, |
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54 |
Erect a statue made of beaten
gold, |
And sing to Amurath songs of
lasting praise. |
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56 |
Muly Mahamet's fury over-ruled, |
His cruëlty controlled, and pride
rebuked, |
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58 |
Now at last when sober thoughts
renewed |
Care of his kingdom and desirèd
crown, |
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60 |
The aid that once was offered and
refused, |
By messengers he furiously
implores |
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62 |
Sebastian's aid, brave King of
Portugal. |
He, forward in all arms and
chivalry, |
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64 |
Hearkens to his ambassadors, and
grants |
What they in letters and by words
entreat. |
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66 |
Now listen, lordings, now begins
the game, |
Sebastian's tragedy in this tragic
war. |
|
68 |
|
[Exit.] |
|
ACT II,
SCENE I. |
|
A battlefield Near Fez. |
|
Alarum
within, and then enter Abdelmelec, |
|
Muly
Mahamet Seth, Calsepius Bassa, |
|
with
Moors and Janizaries. |
|
1 |
Abdel. Now hath the sun
displayed his golden beams, |
2 |
And, dusky clouds dispersed, the
welkin clears, |
Wherein the twenty-coloured
rainbow shews. |
|
4 |
After this fight happy and
fortunate, |
Wherein our Moors have lost the
day, |
|
6 |
And Victory, adorned with
Fortune's plumes, |
Alights on Abdelmelec's glorious
crest, |
|
8 |
Here find we time to breathe, and
now begin |
To pay thy due and duties thou
dost owe |
|
10 |
To heaven and earth, to gods and
Amurath. |
12 |
[Sound
trumpets.] |
14 |
And now draw near, and heaven and
earth give ear, |
Give ear and record, heaven and
earth, with me; |
|
16 |
Ye lords of Barbary, hearken and
attend, |
Hark to the words I speak, and vow
I make |
|
18 |
To plant the true succession of
the crown: |
Lo, lords, in our seat royal to
succeed |
|
20 |
Our only brother here we do
install, |
And by the name of Muly Mahamet
Seth |
|
22 |
lntitle him true heir unto the
crown. |
Ye gods of heaven gratulate this
deed, |
|
24 |
That men on earth may therewith
stand content! |
Lo, thus my due and duties do I
pay |
|
26 |
To heaven and earth, to gods and
Amurath! |
28 |
[Sound
trumpets.] |
30 |
Seth. Renowmèd
Bassa, to remunerate |
Thy worthiness and magnanimity, |
|
32 |
Behold, the noblest ladies of the
land |
Bring present tokens of their
gratitude. |
|
34 |
|
Enter
Rubin Archis, her Son, Abdil Rayes, and Ladies. |
|
36 |
|
Rubin. Rubin,
that breathes but for revenge, |
|
38 |
Bassa, by this commends herself to
thee; |
Receive the token of her
thankfulness: |
|
40 |
To Amurath the god of earthly
kings |
Doth Rubin give and sacrifice her
son: |
|
42 |
Not with sweet smoke of fire or
sweet perfume, |
But with his father's sword, his
mother's thanks, |
|
44 |
Doth Rubin give her son to
Amurath. |
46 |
Rayes. As Rubin gives her
son, so we ourselves |
To Amurath give, and fall before
his face. |
|
48 |
Bassa, wear thou the gold of
Barbary, |
And glister like the palace of the
Sun, |
|
50 |
In honour of the deed that thou
hast done. |
52 |
Cals. Well worthy of the
aid of Amurath |
Is Abdelmelec, and these noble
dames. − |
|
54 |
Rubin, thy son I shall ere long
bestow, |
Where thou dost him bequeath in
honour's fee, |
|
56 |
On Amurath mighty Emperor of the
East, |
That shall receive the imp of royal
race |
|
58 |
With cheerful looks and gleams of
princely grace. − |
This chosen guard of Amurath's
janizaries |
|
60 |
I leave to honour and attend on
thee, |
King of Morocco, conqueror of thy
foes, |
|
62 |
True King of Fesse, Emperor of
Barbary; |
Muly Molocco, live and keep thy
seat, |
|
64 |
In spite of fortune's spite or
enemies' threats. − |
Ride, Bassa, now, bold Bassa,
homeward ride, |
|
66 |
As glorious as great Pompey in his
pride. |
68 |
[Exeunt.] |
ACT
II, SCENE II. |
|
Lisbon. |
|
Enter
Don Diego Lopez, the Irish Bishop, |
|
Stukeley,
Jonas, Hercules, and other.
|
|
1 |
Lopez. Welcome to
Lisborne, valiant Catholics, |
2 |
Welcome, brave Englishmen, to
Portugal: |
Most reverent primate of the Irish
church, |
|
4 |
And, noble Stukeley, famous by thy
name, |
Welcome, thrice welcome to
Sebastian's town; |
|
6 |
And welcome, English captains, to
you all: |
It joyeth us to see his Holiness'
fleet |
|
8 |
Cast anchor happily upon our
coast. |
10 |
Bish. These welcomes,
worthy governor of Lisbon, |
Argue an honourable mind in thee, |
|
12 |
But treat of our misfortune
therewithal. |
To Ireland by Pope Gregory's
command |
|
14 |
Were we all bound, and therefore
thus embarked, |
To land our forces there at unawares,
|
|
16 |
Conquering the island for his
Holiness, |
And so restore it to the Roman
faith: |
|
18 |
This was the cause of our
expedition, |
And Ireland long ere this had been
subdued, |
|
20 |
Had not foul weather brought us to
this bay. |
22 |
Lopez. Under
correction, are ye not all English-men, |
And 'longs not Ireland to that
kingdom, lords? |
|
24 |
Then, may I speak my conscience in
the cause |
Sans scandal to the holy see of
Rome, |
|
26 |
Unhonourable is this expedition, |
And misbeseeming you to meddle in.
|
|
28 |
|
Stuk. Lord governor of
Lisbon, understand, |
|
30 |
As we are Englishmen, so are we
men, |
And I am Stukeley so resolved in
all |
|
32 |
To follow rule, honour, and
empery, |
Not to be bent so strictly to the
place |
|
34 |
Wherein at first I blew the fire
of life, |
But that I may at liberty make
choice |
|
36 |
Of all the continents that bound
the world; |
For why I make it not so great
desert |
|
38 |
To be begot or born in any place, |
Sith that's a thing of pleasure
and of ease |
|
40 |
That might have been performed
elsewhere as well. |
42 |
Lopez. Follow what your
good pleasure will, |
Good Captain Stukeley: be it far
from me |
|
44 |
To take exceptions beyond my
privilege. |
46 |
Bish. Yet, captain, give
me leave to speak; |
We must affect our country as our
parents, |
|
48 |
And if at any time we alienate |
Our love or industry from doing it
honour, |
|
50 |
It must respect effects and touch
the soul, |
Matter of conscience and religiön,
|
|
52 |
And not desire of rule or benefit.
|
54 |
Stuk. Well said, bishop!
spoken like yourself, |
The reverent, lordly Bishop of
Saint Asses. |
|
56 |
|
Herc. The bishop talks
according to his coat, |
|
58 |
And takes not measure of it by his
mind: |
You see he hath it made thus large
and wide, |
|
60 |
Because he may convert it, as he
list, |
To any form may fit the fashion
best. |
|
62 |
|
Bish. Captain, you do me
wrong to déscant thus |
|
64 |
Upon my coat or double consciënce,
|
And cannot answer it in another
place. |
|
66 |
|
Lopez. 'Tis but in jest,
lord bishop; put it up: |
|
68 |
And all as friends deign to be
entertained |
As my ability here can make
provision. |
|
70 |
Shortly shall I conduct you to the
king, |
Whose welcomes evermore to
strangers are |
|
72 |
Princely and honourable, as his
state becomes. |
74 |
Stuk. Thanks, worthy
governor. − Come, bishop, come, |
Will you shew fruits of quarrel
and of wrath? |
|
76 |
Come, let's in with my Lord of
Lisbon here, |
And put all conscience into one
carouse, |
|
78 |
Letting it out again as we may
live. |
80 |
[Exeunt
all except Stukeley.] |
82 |
There shall no action pass my hand
or sword, |
That cannot make a step to gain a
crown; |
|
84 |
No word shall pass the office of
my tongue, |
That sounds not of affection to a
crown; |
|
86 |
No thought have being in my lordly
breast, |
That works not every way to win a
crown: |
|
88 |
Deeds, words, and thoughts, shall
all be as a king's; |
My chiefest company shall be with
kings; |
|
90 |
And my deserts shall counterpoise
a king's: |
Why should not I, then, look to be
a king? |
|
92 |
I am the Marquis now of Ireland
made, |
And will be shortly King of
Ireland: |
|
94 |
King of a mole-hill had I rather
be, |
Than the richest subject of a
monarchy. − |
|
96 |
Huff it, brave mind, and never
cease t'aspire, |
Before thou reign sole king of thy
desire. |
|
98 |
|
[Exit.] |
|
ACT
II, SCENE III. |
|
The Mountains of Northern Morocco. |
|
Enter
the Moor Muly Mahamet, Calipolis, |
|
their
Son, Zareo, and another. |
|
1 |
Muly. Where
art thou, boy? Where is Calipolis? |
2 |
O deadly wound that passeth by
mine eye, |
The fatal prison of my swelling
heart! |
|
4 |
O fortune constant in unconstancy!
|
Fight earthquakes in the entrails
of the earth, |
|
6 |
And eastern whirlwinds in the
hellish shades! |
Some foul contagion of th'
infected heaven |
|
8 |
Blast all the trees, and in their
cursèd tops |
The dismal night-raven and tragic
owl |
|
10 |
Breed, and become fore-tellers of
my fall, |
The fatal ruin of my name and me! |
|
12 |
Adders and serpents hiss at my
disgrace, |
And wound the earth with anguish
of their stings! |
|
14 |
Now, Abdelmelec, now triúmph in
Fesse; |
Fortune hath made thee King of
Barbary. |
|
16 |
|
Calip. Alas, my lord,
what boot these huge exclaims |
|
18 |
To advantage us in this distressed
estate? |
O, pity our perplexed estate, my
lord, |
|
20 |
And turn all curses to submiss
complaints, |
And those complaints to actions of
relief! |
|
22 |
I faint, my lord; and naught may
cursing plaints |
Refresh the fading substance of my
life. |
|
24 |
|
Muly. Faint
all the world, consume and be accursed, |
|
26 |
Since my state faints and is
accursed. |
28 |
Calip. Yet patience,
lord, to conquer sorrows so. |
30 |
Muly. What
patience is for him that lacks his crown? |
There is no patience where the
loss is such: |
|
32 |
The shame of my disgrace hath put
on wings, |
And swiftly flies about this
earthly ball. |
|
34 |
Car'st thou to live, then, fond
Calipolis, |
When he that should give essence
to thy soul, |
|
36 |
He on whose glory all thy joy
should stay, |
Is soul-less, glory-less, and
desperate, |
|
38 |
Crying for battle, famine, sword,
and fire, |
Rather than calling for relief or
life? |
|
40 |
But be content, thy hunger shall
have end; |
Famine shall pine to death, and
thou shalt live: |
|
42 |
I will go hunt these cursèd
solitaries, |
And make the sword and target here
my hound[s] |
|
44 |
To pull down lions and untamèd
beasts. |
46 |
[Exit.] |
48 |
Muly, Jr. Tush, mother,
cherish your unhearty soul, |
And feed with hope of happiness
and ease; |
|
50 |
For if by valour or by policy |
My kingly father can be fortunate,
|
|
52 |
We shall be Jove's commanders once
again, |
And flourish in a three-fold
happiness. |
|
54 |
|
Zareo. His majesty hath
sent Sebastiän, |
|
56 |
The good and harmless King of
Portugal, |
A promise to resign the royalty |
|
58 |
And kingdom of Morocco to his
hands; |
And when this haughty offer takes
effect, |
|
60 |
And works affiance in Sebastiän, |
My gracious lord, warned wisely to
advise, |
|
62 |
I doubt not but will watch
occasion, |
And take her fore-top by the
slenderest hair, |
|
64 |
To rid us of this miserable life. |
66 |
Muly, Jr. Good madam, cheer
yourself: my father's wise; |
He can submit himself and live
below, |
|
68 |
Make shew of friendship, promise,
vow, and swear, |
Till, by the virtue of his fair
pretence, |
|
70 |
Sebastian trusting his integrity, |
He makes himself possessor of such
fruits |
|
72 |
As grow upon such great
advantages. |
74 |
Calip. But more dishonour
hangs on such misdeeds |
Than all the profit their return
can bear: |
|
76 |
Such secret judgments have the
heavens imposed |
Upon the drooping state of
Barbary, |
|
78 |
As public merits in such lewd
attempts |
Have drawn with violence upon our
heads. |
|
80 |
|
Re-enter
Muly Mahamet, with a piece of flesh |
|
82 |
upon
his sword. |
84 |
Muly. Hold
thee, Calipolis, feed, and faint no more; |
This flesh I forcèd from a
lioness, |
|
86 |
Meat of a princess, for a princess
meet: |
Learn by her noble stomach to
esteem |
|
88 |
Penury plenty in extremest dearth;
|
Who, when she saw her foragement
bereft, |
|
90 |
Pined not in melancholy or
childish fear, |
But as brave minds are strongest
in extremes, |
|
92 |
So she, redoubling her former
force, |
Ranged through the woods, and rent
the breeding vaults |
|
94 |
Of proudest savages to save
herself. |
Feed, then, and faint not, fair
Calipolis; |
|
96 |
For rather than fierce famine
shall prevail |
To gnaw thy entrails with her
thorny teeth, |
|
98 |
The conquering lioness shall
attend on thee, |
And lay huge heaps of slaughtered
carcasses, |
|
100 |
As bulwarks in her way, to keep
her back. |
I will provide thee of a princely
osprey, |
|
102 |
That as she flieth over fish in
pools, |
The fish shall turn their
glistering bellies up, |
|
104 |
And thou shalt take thy liberal
choice of all: |
Jove's stately bird with
wide-commanding wings |
|
106 |
Shall hover still about thy
princely head. |
And beat down fowl by shoals into
thy lap. |
|
108 |
Feed, then, and faint not, fair
Calipolis. |
110 |
Calip. Thanks, good my
lord, and though my stomach be |
Too queasy to disgest such bloody
meat, |
|
112 |
Yet, strength I it with virtue of
my mind, |
I doubt no whit but I shall live,
my lord. |
|
114 |
|
Muly. Into the shades,
then, fair Calipolis, |
|
116 |
And make thy son and negroes here
good cheer: |
Feed and be fat, that we may meet
the foe |
|
118 |
With strength and terror, to
revenge our wrong. |
[Exeunt.] |
|
ACT
II, SCENE IV. |
|
Lisbon, the Royal Palace. |
|
Enter
King Sebastian, the Duke of Avero, |
|
the
Duke of Barceles, Lewes de Silva, |
|
Christophero
de Tavera, and Attendants. |
|
1 |
K. Seb. Call forth those
Moors, those men of Barbary, |
2 |
That came with letters from the
King of Fesse. |
4 |
Exit
one, ‹ who brings in the Moorish
Ambassadors |
with
two Moorish Attendants. › |
|
6 |
|
Ye warlike lords, and men of
chivalry, |
|
8 |
Honourable ambassadors of this
high regent, |
Hark to Sebastian King of
Portugal. |
|
10 |
These letters sent from your
distressèd lord, |
Torn from his throne by
Abdelmelec's hand, |
|
12 |
Strengthened and raised by furious
Amurath, |
Import a kingly favour at our
hands, |
|
14 |
For aid to re-obtain his royal
seat, |
And place his fortunes in their
former height. |
|
16 |
For quital of which honourable
arms, |
By these his letters he doth
firmly vow |
|
18 |
Wholly to yield and to surrender
up |
The kingdom of Moroccus to our
hands, |
|
20 |
And to become to us contributary; |
And to content himself with the
realm of Fesse. |
|
22 |
These lines, my lords, writ in
extremity, |
Contain therefore but during
fortune's date; |
|
24 |
How shall Sebastian, then, believe
the same? |
26 |
1st Amb. Viceroys, and most
Christian king of Portugal, |
To satisfy thy doubtful mind
herein, |
|
28 |
Command forthwith a blazing brand
of fire |
Be brought in presence of thy
majesty: |
|
30 |
Then shalt thou see, by our
religious vows |
And ceremonies most inviolate, |
|
32 |
How firm our sovereign's
protestations are. |
34 |
A
brand is brought in by an Attendant.
|
36 |
Behold, my lord, this binds our
faith to thee: |
In token that great Muly Mahamet's
hand |
|
38 |
Hath writ no more than his stout
heart allows, |
And will perform to thee and to
thine heirs, |
|
40 |
We offer here our hands into this
flame; |
And as this flame doth fasten on
this flesh, |
|
42 |
So from our souls we wish it may
consume |
The heart of our great lord and
sovereign, |
|
44 |
Muly Mahamet King of Barbary, |
If his intent agree not with his
words! |
|
46 |
|
K. Seb. These ceremonies
and protestations |
|
48 |
Sufficeth us, ye lords of Barbary,
|
Therefore return this answer to
your king: |
|
50 |
Assure him by the honour of my
crown, |
And by Sebastian's true unfeignèd
faith, |
|
52 |
He shall have aid and succour to
recover, |
And seat him in, his former
empery. |
|
54 |
Let him rely upon our princely
word: |
Tell him by August we will come to
him |
|
56 |
With such a power of brave
impatient minds, |
As Abdelmelec and great Amurath |
|
58 |
Shall tremble at the strength of
Portugal. |
60 |
1st Amb. Thanks to the
renowmèd King of Portugal, |
On whose stout promises our state
depend. |
|
62 |
|
K. Seb. Barbarians, go
glad your distressèd king, |
|
64 |
And say Sebastian lives to right
his wrong. |
66 |
[Exeunt
Ambassadors and their Attendants.] |
68 |
Duke of Avero, call in those
Englishmen, |
Don Stukeley, and those captains
of the fleet, |
|
70 |
That lately landed in our bay of
Lisbon. − |
Now breathe, Sebastian, and in
breathing blow |
|
72 |
Some gentle gale of thy new-formèd
joys. − |
Duke of Avero, it shall be your
charge |
|
74 |
To take the muster of the
Portugals, |
And bravest bloods of all our
country. − |
|
76 |
|
[Exit
Duke of Avero.] |
|
78 |
|
Lewes de Silva, you shall be
despatched |
|
80 |
With letters unto Philip King of
Spain: |
Tell him we crave his aid in this
behalf; |
|
82 |
I know our brother Philip nill
deny |
His futherance in this holy
Christian war. − |
|
84 |
Duke of Barceles, as thy ancestors
|
Have always loyal been to
Portugal, |
|
86 |
So now, in honour of thy toward
youth, |
Thy charge shall be to Antwerp
speedily, |
|
88 |
To hire us mercenary men-at-arms: |
Promise them princely pay; and be
thou sure |
|
90 |
Thy word is ours, −
Sebastian speaks the word. |
92 |
Chris. I beseech your
majesty, employ me in this war. |
94 |
K. Seb. Christopher de
Tavera, next unto myself, |
My good Hephaestion, and my
bedfellow, |
|
96 |
Thy cares and mine shall be alike
in this, |
And thou and I will live and die
together. |
|
98 |
|
Re-enter
the Duke of Avero, with the Irish Bishop, |
|
100 |
Stukeley,
Jonas, Hercules, and others.
|
102 |
And now, brave Englishmen, to you |
Whom angry storms have put into
our bay; |
|
104 |
Hold not your fortune e’er the
worse in this: |
We hold our strangers' honours in
our hand, |
|
106 |
And for distressèd frank and free
relief. |
Tell me, then, Stukeley, for
that's thy name I trow, |
|
108 |
Wilt thou, in honour of thy
country's fame, |
Hazard thy person in this brave
exploit, |
|
110 |
And follow us to fruitful Barbary,
|
With these six thousand soldiers
thou hast brought, |
|
112 |
And choicely picked through wanton
Italy? |
Thou art a man of gallant
personage, |
|
114 |
Proud in thy looks, and famous
every way: |
Frankly tell me, wilt thou go with
me? |
|
116 |
|
Stuk. Courageous king,
the wonder of my thoughts, |
|
118 |
And yet, my lord, with pardon
understand, |
Myself and these whom weather hath
enforced |
|
120 |
To lie at road upon thy gracious
coast, |
Did bend our course and made amain
for Ireland. |
|
122 |
|
K. Seb. For Ireland,
Stukeley, (thou mistak'st me wonderous much,) |
|
124 |
With seven ships, two pinnaces,
and six thousand men? |
I tell thee, Stukeley, they are
far too weak |
|
126 |
To violate the Queen of Ireland's
right; |
For Ireland's Queen commandeth
England's force. |
|
128 |
Were every ship ten thousand on
the seas, |
Manned with the strength of all
the eastern kings, |
|
130 |
Conveying all the monarchs of the
world, |
To invade the island where her
highness reigns, |
|
132 |
'Twere all in vain, for heavens
and destinies |
Attend and wait upon her majesty. |
|
134 |
Sacred, imperial, and holy is her
seat, |
Shining with wisdom, love, and
mightiness: |
|
136 |
Nature that every thing imperfect
made, |
Fortune that never yet was
constant found, |
|
138 |
Time that defaceth every golden
show, |
Dare not decay, remove, or her impair; |
|
140 |
Both nature, time, and fortune,
all agree, |
To bless and serve her royal
majesty. |
|
142 |
The wallowing ocean hems her round
about; |
Whose raging floods do swallow up
her foes, |
|
144 |
And on the rocks their ships in
pieces split, |
And even in Spain, where all the
traitors dance |
|
146 |
And play themselves upon a sunny
day, |
Securely guard the west part of
her isle; |
|
148 |
The south the narrow Britain-sea
begirts, |
Where Neptune sits in triumph to
direct |
|
150 |
Their course to hell that aim at
her disgrace; |
The German seas alongst the east
do run, |
|
152 |
Where Venus banquets all her
water-nymphs, |
That with her beauty glancing on
the waves |
|
154 |
Disdains the check of fair
Proserpina. |
Advise thee, then, proud Stukeley,
ere thou pass |
|
156 |
To wrong the wonder of the highest
God; |
Sith danger, death, and hell do
follow thee, |
|
158 |
Thee, and them all, that seek to
danger her. |
If honour be the mark whereat thou
aim'st, |
|
160 |
Then follow me in holy Christian
wars, |
And leave to seek thy country's
overthrow. |
|
162 |
|
Stuk. Rather, my lord,
let me admire these words |
|
164 |
Than answer to your firm
objectiöns. |
His Holiness Pope Gregory the
Seventh |
|
166 |
Hath made us four the leaders of
the rest: |
Amongst the rest, my lord, I am
but one; |
|
168 |
If they agree, Stukeley will be
the first |
To die with honour for Sebastiän. |
|
170 |
|
K. Seb. Tell me, lord
bishop, captains, tell me, all, |
|
172 |
Are you content to leave this
enterprise |
Against your country and your
countrymen, |
|
174 |
To aid Mahamet King of Barbary? |
176 |
Bish. To aid Mahamet
King of Barbary, |
'Tis 'gainst our vows, great King
of Portugal. |
|
178 |
|
K. Seb. Then, captains,
what say you? |
|
180 |
|
Jonas. I say, my lord, as
the bishop said, |
|
182 |
We may not turn from conquering
Ireland. |
184 |
Herc. Our country and
our countrymen will condemn |
Us worthy of death, if we neglect
our vows. |
|
186 |
|
K. Seb. Consider, lords,
you are now in Portugal, |
|
188 |
And I may now dispose of you and
yours: |
Hath not the wind and weather
given you up, |
|
190 |
And made you captives at our royal
will? |
192 |
Jonas. It hath, my lord,
and willingly we yield |
To be commanded by your majesty; |
|
194 |
But if you make us voluntary men, |
Our course is then direct for
Ireland. |
|
196 |
|
K. Seb. That course will
we direct for Barbary. − |
|
198 |
Follow me, lords: Sebastian leads
the way |
To plant the Christian faith in
Africa. |
|
200 |
|
Stuk. Saint George for
England! and Ireland now adieu, |
|
202 |
For here Tom Stukeley shapes his
course anew. |
204 |
[Exeunt.] |
ACT III. |
|
Enter
the Presenter. |
|
1 |
Lo, thus into a lake of blood and
gore |
2 |
The brave courageous King of
Portugal |
Hath drenched himself, and now
prepares amain |
|
4 |
With sails and oars to cross the
swelling seas, |
With men and ships, courage and
cannon-shot, |
|
6 |
To plant this cursèd Moor in fatal
hour; |
And in this Catholic case the King
of Spain |
|
8 |
Is called upon by sweet Sebastiän,
|
Who surfeiting in prime time of
his youth |
|
10 |
Upon ambitious poison, dies
thereon. |
By this time is the Moor to Tanger
come, |
|
12 |
A city 'longing to the Portugal; |
And now doth Spain promise with
holy face, |
|
14 |
As favouring the honour of the
cause, |
His aid of arms, and levies men
apace: |
|
16 |
But nothing less than King
Sebastian's good |
He means; yet at Sucor de Tupeä |
|
18 |
He met, some say, in person with
the Portugal, |
And treateth of a marriage with
the king: |
|
20 |
But 'ware ambitious wiles and
poisoned eyes! |
There was nor aid of arms nor
marriäge, |
|
22 |
For on his way without those
Spaniards King Sebastian went. |
24 |
[Exit.] |
ACT
III, SCENE I. |
|
Lisbon, the Royal Palace. |
|
Enter
King Sebastian, Lords, Lewes de Silva, |
|
and
the Ambassadors and Legate of Spain.
|
|
1 |
K. Seb. Honourable lords,
ambassadors of Spain, |
2 |
The many favours by our meetings
done |
From our belovèd and renowmèd
brother, |
|
4 |
Philip the Catholic King of Spain,
|
Say therefore, good my lord
ambassador, |
|
6 |
Say how your mighty master minded
is |
To propagate the fame of Portugal.
|
|
8 |
|
1st Amb. To propagate the
fame of Portugal, |
|
10 |
And plant religious truth in
Africa, |
Philip the great and puissant king
of Spain, |
|
12 |
For love and honour of Sebastian's
name, |
Promiseth aid of arms, and swears
by us |
|
14 |
To do your majesty all the good he
can, |
With men, munition, and supply of
war, |
|
16 |
Of Spaniards proud, in king Sebastian's
aid, |
To spend their bloods in honour of
their Christ. |
|
18 |
|
Legate. And farther, to
manifest unto your majesty |
|
20 |
How much the Catholic king of
Spain affects |
This war with Moors and men of
little faith, |
|
22 |
The honour of your everlasting
praise, |
Behold, to honour and enlarge thy
name, |
|
24 |
He maketh offer of his daughter
Isabel |
To link in marriage with the brave
Sebastian; |
|
26 |
And to enrich Sebastian's noble
wife, |
His majesty doth promise to resign
|
|
28 |
The titles of the Islands of
Moloccus, |
That by his royalty in India he
commands. |
|
30 |
These favours with unfeignèd love
and zeal |
Voweth King Philip to King
Sebastian. |
|
32 |
|
K. Seb. And God so deal
with King Sebastian’s soul |
|
34 |
As justly he intends to fight for
Christ! |
Nobles of Spain, sith our renowmèd
brother, |
|
36 |
Philip the king of honour and of
zeal, |
By you the chosen orators of Spain
|
|
38 |
The offer of the holds he makes |
Are not so preciöus in our
account, |
|
40 |
As is the peerless dame whom we
adore, |
His daughter, in whose loyalty
consists |
|
42 |
The life and honour of Sebastiän. |
As for the aid of arms he
promiseth, |
|
44 |
We will expect and thankfully
receive, |
At Cardis, as we sail alongst the
coast. − |
|
46 |
Sebastian, clap thy hands for joy,
|
Honourèd by this meeting and this
match. − |
|
48 |
Go, lords, and follow to the
famous war |
Your king; and be his fortune such
in all |
|
50 |
As he intends to manage arms in
right. |
52 |
[Exeunt
all except Stukeley and Another.] |
54 |
Stuk. Sit fast,
Sebastiän, and in this work |
God and good men labour for
Portugal! |
|
56 |
For Spain, disguising with a
double face, |
Flatters thy youth and
forwardness, good king. − |
|
58 |
Philip, whom some call the
Catholic king, |
I fear me much thy faith will not
be firm, |
|
60 |
But disagree with thy profession. |
62 |
The Other. What, then, shall
of those men of war become, |
Those numbers that do multiply in
Spain? |
|
64 |
|
Stuk. Spain hath a vent
for them and their supplies: |
|
66 |
The Spaniard ready to embark
himself, |
Here gathers to a head; but all
too sure |
|
68 |
Flanders, I fear, shall feel the
force of Spain. |
Let Portugal fare as he may or
can, |
|
70 |
Spain means to spend no powder on
the Moors. |
72 |
The Other. If kings do dally
so with holy oaths, |
The heavens will right the wrongs
that they sustain. − |
|
74 |
Philip, if these forgeries be in
thee, |
Assure thee, king, 'twill light on
thee at last; |
|
76 |
And when proud Spain hopes soundly
to prevail, |
The time may come that thou and
thine shall fail. |
|
78 |
|
[Exeunt.] |
|
ACT
III, SCENE II. |
|
Fez, the Moroccan Captital. |
|
Enter
Abdelmelec, Muly Mahamet Seth, |
|
Zareo, and train. |
|
1 |
Abdel. The
Portugal, led with deceiving hope, |
2 |
Hath raised his power, and
received our foe |
With honourable welcomes and
regard, |
|
4 |
And left his country-bounds, and
hether bends |
In hope to help Mahamet to a
crown, |
|
6 |
And chase us hence, and plant this
Negro-Moor, |
That clads himself in coat of
hammered steel |
|
8 |
To heave us from the honour we
possess. |
But, for I have myself a soldier
been, |
|
10 |
I have, in pity to the Portugal, |
Sent secret messengers to counsel
him. |
|
12 |
As for the aid of Spain, whereof
they hoped, |
We have despatched our letters to
their prince, |
|
14 |
To crave that in a quarrel so
unjust, |
He that entitled is the Catholic
king, |
|
16 |
Would not assist a careless
Christian prince. |
And, as by letters we are let to
know, |
|
18 |
Our offer of the seven holds we
made |
He thankfully receives with all
conditions, |
|
20 |
Differing in mind [as] far from
all his words |
And promises to King Sebastiän, |
|
22 |
As we would wish, or you, my
lords, desire. |
24 |
Zareo. What resteth,
then, but Abdelmelec may |
Beat back this proud invading
Portugal, |
|
26 |
And chastise this ambitious
Negro-Moor |
With thousand deaths for thousand
damnèd deeds! |
|
28 |
|
Abdel. Forward,
Zareo, and ye manly Moors! − |
|
30 |
Sebastian, see in time unto
thyself: |
If thou and thine misled do thrive
amiss, |
|
32 |
Guiltless is Abdelmelec of thy
blood. |
34 |
[Exeunt.] |
ACT
III, SCENE III. |
|
The Portuguese-held Fortress at
Tangier. |
|
Enter
Don de Menysis, with Captains and others.
|
|
1 |
Menys. Captain[s], |
2 |
We have receivèd letters from the
king, |
That with such signs and arguments
of love |
|
4 |
We entertain the King of Barbary, |
That marcheth toward Tanger with
his men, |
|
6 |
The poor remainders of those that
fled from Fesse, |
When Abdelmelec got the glorious
day, |
|
8 |
And stalled himself in his
imperial throne. |
10 |
1st Capt. Lord
governor, we are in readiness |
To welcome and receive this
hapless king, |
|
12 |
Chased from his land by angry
Amurath; |
And if the right rest in this
lusty Moor, |
|
14 |
Bearing a princely heart
unvanquishable, |
A noble resolution then it is |
|
16 |
In brave Sebastiän our Christian
king, |
To aid this Moor with his
victorious arms, |
|
18 |
Thereby to propagate religious
truth, |
And plant his springing praise in
Africa. |
|
20 |
|
2nd Capt. But
when arrives this brave Sebastiän, |
|
22 |
To knit his forces with this manly
Moor, |
That both in one, and one in both,
may join |
|
24 |
In this attempt of noble
consequence? |
Our men of Tanger long to see
their king, |
|
26 |
Whose princely face, that like the
summer's sun, |
Glads all these hether parts of
Barbary. |
|
28 |
|
Menys. Captains, he
cometh hetherward amain, |
|
30 |
Top and top-gallant, all in brave
array: |
The sixth-and-twentieth day of
June he left |
|
32 |
The bay of Lisborne, and with all
his fleet |
At Cardis happily he arrived in
Spain |
|
34 |
The eighth of July, tarrying for
the aid |
That Philip King of Spain had
promisèd: |
|
36 |
And fifteen days he there remained
aboard, |
Expecting when this Spanish force
would come, |
|
38 |
Nor stept ashore, as he were going
still. |
But Spain, that meant and minded
nothing less, |
|
40 |
Pretends a sudden fear and care to
keep |
His own from Amurath's fierce
invasion, |
|
42 |
And to excuse his promise to our
king; |
For which he storms as great
Achilles erst |
|
44 |
Lying for want of wind in Aulis'
gulf, |
And hoiseth up his sails and
anchors weighs, |
|
46 |
And hetherward he comes, and looks
to meet |
This manly Moor whose case he
undertakes. |
|
48 |
Therefore go we to welcome and
receive, |
With cannon-shot and shouts of
young and old, |
|
50 |
This fleet of Portugals and troop
of Moors. |
52 |
[Exeunt.] |
ACT
III, SCENE IV.
|
|
Tangier. |
|
Trumpets
sound, and chambers are discharged. |
|
Then
enter King Sebastian, the Duke or Avero, |
|
Lord
Lodowick, Stukeley, &c.; |
|
the
Moor Muly Mahamet, Calipolis, their Son, &c. |
|
1 |
K. Seb. Muly Mahamet, King
of Barbary, |
2 |
Well met, and welcome to our town
of Tanger, |
After this sudden shock and
hapless war. − |
|
4 |
Welcome, brave Queen of Moors:
repose thee here, |
Thou and thy noble son. −
And, soldiers all, |
|
6 |
Repose you here in King
Sebastian's town. − |
Thus far in honour of thy name and
aid, |
|
8 |
Lord Mahamet, we have adventurèd, |
To win for thee a kingdom, for
ourselves |
|
10 |
Fame, and performance of those
promises |
That in thy faith and royalty thou
hast |
|
12 |
Sworn to Sebastian King of
Portugal; |
And thrive it so with thee as thou
dost mean, |
|
14 |
And mean thou so as thou dost wish
to thrive! |
And if our Christ, for whom in
chief we fight, |
|
16 |
Hereby t' enlarge the bounds of
Christendom, |
Favour this war, and, as I do not
doubt, |
|
18 |
Send victory to light upon my
crest, |
Brave Moor, I will advance thy
kingly son, |
|
20 |
And with a diadem of pearl and
gold |
Adorn thy temples and enrich thy
head. |
|
22 |
|
Muly. O
brave Sebastian, noble Portugal, |
|
24 |
Renowmed and honoured ever mayst
thou be, |
Triúmpher over those that menace
thee! |
|
26 |
The hellish prince, grim Pluto,
with his mace |
Ding down my soul to hell, and
with this soul |
|
28 |
This son of mine, the honour of my
house, |
But I perform religiously to thee |
|
30 |
That I have holily erst
underta'en! |
And that thy lords and captains
may perceive |
|
32 |
My mind in this single and pure to
be, − |
As pure as is the water of the
brook, − |
|
34 |
My dearest son to thee I do
engage: |
Receive him, lord, in hostage of
my vow; |
|
36 |
For even my mind presageth to
myself, |
That in some slavish sort I shall
behold |
|
38 |
Him dragged along this running
river shore, |
A spectacle to daunt the pride of
those |
|
40 |
That climb aloft by force, and not
by right. |
42 |
Muly, Jr. Nor can it
otherwise befall the man |
That keeps his seat and sceptre
all in fear; |
|
44 |
That wears his crown in eye of all
the world, |
Reputed theft and not inheritance.
|
|
46 |
What title, then, hath Abdelmelec
here |
To bar our father or his progeny? |
|
48 |
Right royal prince, hereof you
make no doubt, |
Agreeing with your wholesome
Christian laws: |
|
50 |
Help, then, courageous lord, with
hand and sword, |
To clear his way, whose lets are
lawless men; |
|
52 |
And for this deed ye all shall be
renowmed, |
Renowmed and chronicled in books
of fame, |
|
54 |
In books of fame, and characters
of brass, |
Of brass, nay, beaten gold: fight,
then, for fame, |
|
56 |
And find th' Arabian Muly Hamet
here |
Adventurous, bold, and full of
rich reward. |
|
58 |
|
Stuk. Brave boy, how
plain this princely mind in thee |
|
60 |
Argues the height and honour of
thy birth! |
And well have I observed thy
forwardness; − |
|
62 |
Which being tendered by your
majesty, |
No doubt the quarrel, opened by
the mouth |
|
64 |
Of this young prince unpartially
to us, |
May animate and hearten all the
host |
|
66 |
To fight against the devil for
Lord Mahamet. |
68 |
K. Seb. True, Stukeley;
and so freshly to my mind |
Hath this young prince reduced his
father's wrong, |
|
70 |
That in good time I hope this
honour's fire, |
Kindled already with regard of
right, |
|
72 |
Bursts into open flames, and calls
for wars, |
Wars, wars, to plant the
true-succeeding prince. − |
|
74 |
Lord Mahamet, I take thy noble son
|
A pledge of honour, and shall use
him so. − |
|
76 |
Lord Lodowick, and my good Lord of
Avero, |
See this young prince conveyed
safe to Messegon, |
|
78 |
And there accompanied as him
fitteth best: |
And to this war prepare ye more
and less, |
|
80 |
This rightful war, that
Christians' God will bless. |
82 |
[Exeunt.] |
ACT IV. |
|
Enter
the Presenter. |
|
1 |
Now hardened is this hapless
heathen prince, |
2 |
And strengthened by the arms of
Portugal, |
This Moor, this murtherer of his
progeny; |
|
4 |
And war and weapons now, and blood
and death, |
Wait on the counsels of this
cursèd king; |
|
6 |
And to a bloody banquet he invites
|
The brave Sebastian and his noble
peers. |
|
8 |
|
10 |
DUMB-SHOW.
|
12 |
Enter
to the bloody banquet. |
14 |
In fatal hour arrived this
peerless prince, |
To lose his life, his life, and
many lives |
|
16 |
Of lusty men, courageous
Portugals, |
Drawen by ambitious golden looks. |
|
18 |
Let fame of him no wrongful
censure sound; |
Honour was object of his thoughts,
ambition was his ground. |
|
20 |
|
[Exit.] |
|
ACT
IV, SCENE I. |
|
Town of Alcazar. |
|
Enter
Abdelmelec, Celybin, Zareo, and others.
|
|
1 |
Abdel. Now
tell me, Celybin, what doth the enemy? |
2 |
|
Cely. The enemy, dread
lord, hath left the town |
|
4 |
Of Arzil with a thousand soldiers
armed, |
To guard his fleet of thirteen
hundred sail; |
|
6 |
And mustering of his men before
the walls, |
He found he had two thousand armèd
horse, |
|
8 |
And fourteen thousand men that
serve on foot, |
Three thousand pioners, and a
thousand coachmen, |
|
10 |
Besides a number almost numberless
|
Of drudges, negroes, slaves, and
muleters, |
|
12 |
Horse-boys, landresses, and
courtezans, |
And fifteen hundred wagons full of
stuff |
|
14 |
For noblemen brought up in
delicate. |
16 |
Abdel. Alas,
good king, thy foresight hath been small, |
To come with women into Barbary, |
|
18 |
With landresses, with baggage, and
with trash, |
Numbers unfit to multiply thy
host. |
|
20 |
|
Cely. Their payment in
the camp is passing slow, |
|
22 |
And victuals scarce, that many
faint and die. |
24 |
Abdel. But
whether marcheth he in all this haste? |
26 |
Cely. Some thinks he
marcheth hetherward, |
And means to take this city of
Alcazar. |
|
28 |
|
Abdel. Unto Alcazar? O
unconstant chance! |
|
30 |
|
Cely. The brave and
valiant King of Portugal |
|
32 |
Quarters his power in four
battalions, |
Afront the which, to welcome us
withal, |
|
34 |
Are six and thirty roaring-pieces
placed: |
The first, consisting of
light-armèd horse |
|
36 |
And of the garrisons from Tanger
brought, |
Is led by Alvaro Peres de Tavero; |
|
38 |
The left or middle battle, of
Italians |
And German horsemen, Stukeley doth
command, |
|
40 |
A warlike Englishman sent by the
Pope, |
That vainly calls himself Marquis
of Ireland; |
|
42 |
Alonso Aquilaz conducts the third,
− |
That wing of German soldiers most
consists; |
|
44 |
The fourth legion is none but
Portugals, |
Of whom Lodevico Caesar hath the
chiefest charge: |
|
46 |
Besides there stand six thousand
horse |
Bravely attirèd, prest where need
requires. |
|
48 |
Thus have I told your royal
majesty |
How he is placed to brave the
fight. |
|
50 |
|
Abdel. But
where's our nephew, Muly Mahamet? |
|
52 |
|
Cely. He marcheth in the
middle, guarded about |
|
54 |
With full five hundred hargubuze
on foot, |
And twice three thousand needless
armèd pikes. |
|
56 |
|
Zareo. Great sovereign,
vouchsafe to hear me speak, |
|
58 |
And let Zareo's counsel now
prevail: |
Whilst time doth serve, and that
these Christians dare |
|
60 |
Approach the field with warlike
ensigns spread, |
Let us in haste with all our
forces meet, |
|
62 |
And hem them in, that not a man
escape; |
So will they be advised another
time |
|
64 |
How they do touch the shore of
Barbary. |
66 |
Abdel. Zareo,
hear our resolutiön: |
And thus our forces we will first
dispose. |
|
68 |
Hamet, my brother, with a thousand
shot |
On horse-back, and choice
harguebuziers all, |
|
70 |