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PRINTED FOR THE MALONE SOCIETY BY

CHARLES WHITTINGHAM & CO.

AT THE CHISWICK

PRESS

THE BATTLE OF ALCAZAR

1594

THE MALONE SOCIETY REPRINTS

1907

This reprint of the Battle of Alcazar has been prepared by the General Editor and checked by Frank Sidgwick.

Dec. 1906. W. W. Greg.

THE BATTLE OF ALCAZAR

1597

THE MALONE SOCIETY REPRINTS

1907

This reprint of the Battle of Alcazar has been prepared by the General Editor and checked by Frank Sidgwick.

Dec. 1906.

W. W. Greg.

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No entry of the Battle of Alcazar is found in the Sta- -

J^' tioners' Register. ' ' '

^ According to the title-page of the quarto edition Cao. ^

^'! printed in 1594 the piece 'was sundrie times plaid by

the Lord high Admirall his seruants.' Since there is no

trace of it among the plays recorded by Henslowe as

having been acted by that company in 1594 (Diary, fols.

"^^ 9, etc.), the statement must refer to an earlier occasion.

-' This was probably the original performance, which may

be supposed to have taken place not later than Christmas

1588, since the play seems to be mentioned, under the

title of ' Tom Stukeley,' in Peele's Farewell to Norris

and Drake, entered 18 April 1589. It has been usually

identified with a piece of the name of Muly Mollocco

('mvlo mvloco ' 'mvlomvrco,' etc. ; cf. 1. i 5) mentioned

in Henslowe's Diary as having been performed by

Strange's men on fourteen occasions between 20 (? 21)

Feb. 1591/2 and 20 Jan. 1592/3 (fols. 7-8); but this,

J though possible, wants confirmation.

-" A manuscript ' Plot ' of the play, differing in some

^^ respects from the printed version, is preserved in the

^ British Museum (MS. Add. 10,449, ^^^' 3)- This is

^ imperfect, but can be confidently assigned on internal

evidence to the Admiral's company, and about the year

1598.

A passage from the second act (11. 512, 516-21) was ] quoted by Jonson in his Poetaster (III. iv ; 161 6, p. 308). : The only variant reading is ' fore-runners ' in place of i ' fore-tellers ' in the last line.

^' Malone first ascribed the Battle of Alcazar to George

Peele, on what grounds is not known. His conjecture was confirmed by Dyce, who pointed out that six lines from the play (11. 467-72) are quoted above Peele's

name in England* s Parnassus (i 600, s.v. Country). Such an attribution is not, indeed, indisputable evidence, but in the present case there is no reason to suppose it in- correct. The author seems to have used the ' Historia de Bello Africano ... in Latinum translata per loannem Thomam Freigium D. Noribergae ' (1580). A contem- porary account of the battle vv^ill also be found in the State Papers (Foreign, Aug. 1578).

The only early edition w^hich is knov^n to have ap- peared is dated 1594. Of this there are copies in the British Museum (C. 34. b. i), Bodleian, Dyce, and Huth libraries, all perfect except for the blank leaf at the end, v^hich is uniformly absent. The text is seriously corrupt, and the printing very irregular in the use of italics for names and stage directions. Anomalous instances of 'v' (medially), 's' (e.g. before 'd'), and*f' (before 'f) occur; also a sprinkling of w^rong fount letters w^hich have not been retained in the reprint. The smallness of the type, the narrowness of the spacing, and the irregularity of the casting, combine to make it difficult to decide for cer- tain where spaces occur and where not. It seemed safest, under the circumstances, to give the printer the benefit of the doubt, where the meaning was clear, and to call attention to doubtful points in the subjoined list. Since this list is merely intended to substantiate the fidelity of the reprint, only such irregularities are, as a rule, recorded as escaped notice in the careful edition of Peele's works by A. H. Bullen. The British Museum and Dyce copies, which differ in a few readings (see list), have been collated throughout for the purposes of the present reprint, while the others recorded above have been consulted on specific points. One copy often sup- plies small deficiencies, such as defaced letters and the

vi

like, occurring in another. Little value attaches to the punctuation of the original : it has been scrupulously reproduced, but no notice of its frequent irregularities is taken in the following list. The original is printed in a roman type of the usual character and a body slightly smaller than modern Pica (20 11. = 82 mm.).

Irregular and Doubtful Readings

T.P. 9. Asi t {B.M.) Asit {Dyce, Huth)

12. fhopp e (?)

H.T. I. Alcazzar [Dyce, Bodl.)

R.T. A3^ Alcazzar {Dyce, Bodl.)

Text 17. deifnes

71. Alhaile

loi. ofthis (?)

139. Mult zaref

143. Muli'z.aref

263. Muly Zarif

267. blond,

292. flght

305. fecunda.

450. yoo

513. wonnd

518. foule(r)

568. Father s (?)

582. lyons {raw} see Plot)

590. childlilh

605. ofall,(?)

619. Sebajiian (the e is indis- tinguishable)

698. vnro (?)

750. Veptune

766. fore {B.M. only)

792. fath

847. with (will ?)

The quarto prints: Anwerpe, Argier, Cardis, Tanger.

vii

Text 897.

915.

965.

985. 1017. 1079. 1097. 1132. 1 1 44. 1 1 64. 1 1 89.

"93- 1216. 1227.

1233- 1249. 1270. 1281. 1297. 1302. 1336. 1379- 1389. 1411. 1423. 1488. 1505.

lead

receines

pretends

Ropofe

dant

Areil (Arzil ?)

thinkes

firftdifpofe, (?)

force, {comma doubtful)

a duife (?)

vncaldel (?)

exclime

wine

a worke, (?)

Driuc

Tifons (Titan's ?)

defcendethfame (?)

Cafyopa

Geue

ftill. then (?)

Skirmidge,

ouer-rod.

borfe {B.M., Dyce)

rulthlefle

Eocus,

Lifhborne

MahometSeth (?)

Lisborne, and Tangar or

List of Characters,

in order of entrance.

The Presenter.

Abdelmelec, uncle of the Moor.

CaLSEPIUS BaSSA^I r- ,, r AU

. ry roUowers or Ab-

Argerd Zareo hi, 1

. -n delmelec.

Abdil Rayes j

MuLY Mahamet Xeque (Seth),

brother of Abdelmelec. Rubin Arches, widow of Abdel-

munen. MuLY Mahamet, the Moor. MuLY Mahamet, the younger, his

son. PisANO, his captain, a Messenger. a Queen.

Diego Lopis, governor of Lisbon, an Irish Bishop. Tom Stukley.

Jonas 1 1talians in Stukley's ser- HerculesJ vice. Calipolis, wife of the Moor. Zareo, a follower of the Moor. Sebastian, king of Portugal.

his

-follow- ers.

The Duke of Avero

The Duke of Barceles

Lewes de Selva

Christophero deTavera

Ambassadors from the Moor.

Ambassadors of Spain.

a Legate.

a Follower of Stukley (?).

Don de Menysis, governor of

Tangier, two Captains in his service. Lord LoDowicK.

Celybyn, a follower of Abdelmelec. a Boy, serving the Moor, a Portuguese soldier, a Moorish soldier (?).

In the Dumb Shows.

two young Brothers of the Moor, two Murderers.

Abdelmunen, uncle of the Moor, three Ghosts.

Fame.

Moors, Janissaries, Ladies, Soldiers.

The names are to some extent corrupt. Muly Mahamet Xeque is called Muly Mahamet Seth in his later entrances. The two Zareos are probably due to confusion. Calipolis properly enters in I. ii, and is addressed, though she has no part in the scene (cf. 1. 221, and see Plot). Lord Lodowick is addressed (1. 1052), but has no part. He is presumably the Lodevico Caesar mentioned later (1. 11 14).

The thanks of the Society are due to Mr. A. H. Huth for information concerning his copy of the original.

Vlll

THE

BATTELL

O FA L C A Z A R,F O V G H T

in Barbarie,betweene Sebaftian king

of PorrugalUnd Abdelmekc king

ot Marocco. With the

death of Captaine

Asit was fuiidric times pliidbythc Lord high Aim^^ rail his Tcruants,

Injprintcd at London by Edward AUde forHichariS

Bankworth,andarctobefoldcat hi$fhopp<i&

PoTis Churchyard at the fignc of the

Sunac. X ^ P 4?

A I RECTO.

The Tragicall battcll of Alcazzar in Barba- ric. With the death of three Kings, and Captainc Stukley an Eqgliihman.

SntertheTrcJenter,

Onor the fpurrc that pricksthcprmcc- | lymindc,

(To toUo we rule and dimbc the ftaf cly I chairc, (gall.

With great defirc inflames the Porim^ 'An honorable and couragious king, • To vndcrtakc a dangerous drcadfull warre, Andaidcwithchnftian armesthe. barbarous Moorc, The Negro A/«/}'//4Wfr that with-holds ^ Thckini^domcfrom his vnk'e AbdilmeUs, Wliom proud AbddUi wrongd, And in his throne mftals his ct uell fonne. That now vfurps vpon this prince, This braue Baibarian Lord Mitly Motocca. The paffagc to thecrowne by murder made, AbdatUs dies, and dcifncs this tyrant k'ng, Ofwhome werreaterprongfromthe Arabian moorc BlnLkcinhislooke,andb'oudicin his deeds. And m his fhirr ftaind with a c'oijd of ^ore, Prcfentshimfclfe with nakedfwordm hand. Accompanied is now you may behold; With dcuils coccd in the fliapcs of men.-

A 2 The

A 2 RECTO.

FACSIMILES BY HORACE HART, M.A., AT THE OXFORD UNIVERSITY PRESS f

THE

BATTEL L

OF ALCAZAR, FOVGHT

in Barbaric, betweene Sebaftian king

of Portugall, and Abdelmelec king

of Marocco. With the

death of Captaine

Stukeley.

As it was fundrie times plaid by the Lord high Admi- rall his feruants.

Imprinted at London by Edward Allde for Richard

Bankworth, and are to be folde at his fhoppe in

Pouls Churchyard at the figne of the

Sunne. 1594.

The Tragicall battell of Alcazar in Barba-

With the death of three Kings, and

rie.

Captaine Stukley an Englifhman.

Enter the Pre/enter.

Jet I

lOnor the fpurre that pricks the prince-

Hly minde, To followe rule and cHmbe the ftately chaire, (g^^L

With great defire inflames the Portin-

An honorable and couragious king,

To vndertake a dangerous dreadfull warre.

And aide with chriilian armes the barbarous Moore,

The Negro Muly Hamet that with-holds

The kingdome from his vnkle Abdilmelec,

Whom proud Abdallas wrongd.

And in his throne inftals his cruell fonne,

That now vfurps vpon this prince.

This braue Barbarian Lord Muly Molocco.

The paflage to the crowne by murder made,

Abdallas dies, and deifnes this tyrant king,

Of whome we treate fprong from the Arabian moore

Blacke in his looke, and bloudie in his deeds.

And in his fhirt ftaind with a cloud of gore,

Prefents himfelfs with naked fword in hand.

Accompanied as now you may behold.

With deuils coted in the fhapes of men.

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The firft dumbe fhew. Enter Muly Mahamet and hisjonne^ and his two young brethren^ the Moore jheweth them the bed^ and then takes his leaue of them^ and they betake them to their reft. And then the pre/enter Jpeaketh.

Like thofe that were by kind of murther mumd, 30 Sit downe and fee what hainous ftratagems Thefe damned wits contriue. And lo alas How lyke poore lambes prepard for facrifice, This traitor king hales to their longeft home, Thefe tender Lords his yonger brethren both.

The fecond dumbe fhew.

Enter the Moore and two murdrers bringing in his vnkle Abdelmunen^ then they draw the curtains and Jmoother the yong princes in the bed. Which done^ in fight of the vnkle they ftrangle him in his chair e^ and then goe forth. And then the

40 P ref enter faith.

His brethren thus in fatall bed behearft,

His fathers brother of too light beleefe,

This Negro puts to death by proud command.

Saie not thefe things are faind, for true they are,

And vnderftand how eager to inioy

His fathers crowne, this vnbeleeuing Moore

Murthering his vnkle and his brethren,

Triumphs in his ambitious tyrannie,

Till Nemifis high miftres of reuenge,

50 That with her fcourge keepes all the world in awe. With thundering drums awakes the God of warre. And cals the furies from Auernus crags, To range and rage, and vengeance to inflict Vengeance on this accurfed Moore for finne. And now behold how Abdelmelec comes, Vnkle to this vnhappie traitor king,

Armde

in Barbaric.

Armd with great aide that Amurath had fent,

Great Amurath Emperor of the Eaft,

For feruice done to Sultan Solimon,

Vnder whofe colours he had ferud in field, 60

Flying the furie of this Negroes father,

That wrongd his brethren to inftall his fonne.

Sit you and fee this true and tragicke warre,

A modern matter full of bloud and ruth.

Where three bolde kings confounded in their height.

Fell to the earth contending for a crowne.

And call this warre The hattell of Alcazar. Exit.

Sound Drummes and trumpets^ and enter Abdilmelec Act 1 with Caljepius Bajsa and his gard, and Zareo a Moore with ^'^- ' Jouldiers. 70

Ahdel. Alhaile Argerd Zareo and yee Moores, Salute the frontires of your natiue home, Ceafe ratling drums, and Abdilmelec here Throw vp thy trembling hands to heauens throne Pay to thy God due thankes, and thankes to him That ftrengthens thee with mightie gracious armes, Againft the proud vfurper of thy right. The roiall feate and crowne of Barbaric, Great Amurath great Emperour of the world, The world beare witnefTe how I do adore 80

The facred name of Amurath the great. Calcepius Bafla, Bafla Calcepius To thee and to thy truftie band of men That carefully attend vs in our camp, Pickt fouldiers comparable to the guard Of Mermidons, that kept Achilles tent Such thankes we giue to thee, and to them all. As may conferne a poore diftreffed king In honour and in princely curtefie.

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90 Bajsa. Curteous and honourable Abdilmelec^ VVe are not come at Amuraths command, As merfenarie men to ferue for pay, But as fure friends by our great mafter fent To gratifie and to remunerate. Thy loue, thy loialtie, and forwardnes. Thy feruice in his fathers dangerous warre, And to performe in view of all the world, The true office of right and roialtie, To fee thee in thy kingly chaire inthronde,

100 To fettle and to feate thee in the fame. To make thee Emperor of this Barbarie, Are come the viferoies and fturdie lanifaries Of Amurath^ fonne to Sultan Solimon.

Enter Muly Mahamet Xeque, Rubin Arches^ Ahdil Rayes, with others.

Ahdil Rayes Long Hue my Lord the foueraigne of my heart. Lord Abdilmelecke whom the God of kings. The mightie Amurath hath happie made, 1 10 And long Hue Amurath for this good deed.

Muly Mah. Our Moores haue feen the filuer moons to wane. In banners brauely fpreading ouer the plaine, And in this femicircles haue defcride All in a golden field a ftarre to rife, A glorious comet that begins to blafe, Promifing happie forting to vs all.

Rubyn. Braue man at armes whom Amurath hath fent To fow the lawfull true fucceeding feed 120 In Barbarie, that bowes and grones withall Vnder a proud vfurping tyrants mafe. Right thou the wrongs this rightfull king hath borne.

Abd.

in Barbaric.

Abdilm. Diftrefled ladies and yee dames of Fefle, Sprong from the true Arabian Muly Xarif The loadftarre and the honor of our line, Now cleere your watrie eies, wipe teares away, And cheerfully giue welcome to thefe armes, Amurath hath fent fcourges by his men. To whip that tyrant traitor king from hence, That hath vfurpt from vs, and maimd you all. 130

Souldiers fith rightfull quarrels ayde Succeffull are, and men that manage them Fight not in feare as traitors and their pheres That you may vnderftand what armes we beare, What lawfull armes againft our brothers fonne, In fight of heauen, euen of mine honors worth. Truly I will deliuer and difcourfe The fumme of all. Defcended from the line Oi Mahomet^ our grand fire Muli zaref With ftore of golde and treafure leaues Arabia, 140

And fl:rongly plants himfelfe in Barbary, And of the Moores that now with vs do wend. Our grandfire Mulizaref y^^is. the firft. From him well wot ye Muly Mahamet Xeque, Who in his life time made a perfect lawe, Confirmd with generall voice of all his peeres That in his kingdome fiiould fuccefsiuely His fonnes fucceede. Abdullas was the firft Eldeft of faire Ahdelmenen the fecond.

And we the reft my brother and my felfe, 150

Abdullas raigned his time. But fee the change. He labours to inueft his fonne in all. To difanull the lawe our father made. And dif-inherite vs his brethren. And in his life time wrongfully proclaimes. His fonne for king that now contends with vs. Therefore I craue to reobtaine my right

That

The battell of Alcazar

That Muly Mahamet the traitor holdes, Traitor and bloudie tyrant both at once,

1 60 That murthered his yonger brethren both, But on this damned wretch, this traitor king. The Gods fhal poure down fhowers of fharp reuenge. And thus a matter not to you vnknowen I haue deliuered. Yet for no diftruft Of loyaltie my welbeloued friend. But that the occafions frefh in memorie Of thefe incumbers, fo may moue your mindes, As for the lawfull true fucceeding prince. Ye neither thinke your Hues nor honors deare

170 Spent in a quarrell iuft and honorable.

BaJJa. Such and no other we repute the caufe, That forwardly for thee we vndertake. Thrice puifant and renowmed Ahdilmelec^ And for thine honor, fafetie and crowne. Our liues and honours frankly to expofe. To all the dangers that our warre attends. As freely and as refolutely all. As anie Moore whom thou commandeft moft. Muly Xe. And why is Ahdilmelec then fo flow

180 To chaftife him with furie of the fword,

Whofe pride doth fwell to fway beyond his reach, Follow this pride then with furie of reuenge.

Rub. Ar. Of death, of bloud, of wreake, and deepe reuenge. Shall Rubin Archis frame her tragicke fongs, In bloud, in death, in murther and mifdeede, This heauens mallice did begin and end.

Abdilm. Rubin thefe rights to Abdelmunens ghoft, Haue pearft by this to Plutos graue below,

190 The bels of Pluto ring reuenge amaine.

The furies and the fiends confpire with thee, Warre bids me drawe my weapons for reuenge

Of

in Barbaric.

Of my deepe wrongs, and my deare brothers death.

Muly Xe. Sheath not your fwords you foulders of A- murath, Sheath not your fwords you Mores of Barbary That fight in right of your annointed king, But follow to the gates of death and hell, Pale death and hell to entertaine his foule. Follow I faie to burning Phlegiton, 200

This traitor tyrant and his companies.

Baf. Heaue vp your fwords againft thefe ftony holds, Wherein thefe barbarous rebels are inclofde. Called for is Abdilmelec by the Gods, To fit vpon the throne of Barbaric.

Abd. Ra. Bafi^a great thankes the honor of the Turks. Forward braue Lords vnto this rightfull warre. How can this battell but fuccesfull be, Where courage meeteth with a rightfull caufe }

Rub. Go in good time my beft beloued Lord, 210

Succesfull in thy worke thou vndertakes. Exit.

Enter the Moore in his Chariot^ attended with hisjonne. Act I Pijano his caftaine with his gard and treafure. ^^- "

Moore. Pijano, take a cornet of our horfe. As many argolets and armed pikes. And with our carriage march awaie before By Scyras, and thofe plots of ground That to Moroccus leads the lower waie. Our enemies keepe vpon the mountaine tops. And haue incampt themfelues not farre from FefTe, 220 Madame, gold is the glue, finewes, and ftrength of war. And we muft fee our treafure may go fafe. Away. Now boy whats the newes ?

Muly Mah. The newes my Lord is warre, warre and

B reuenge.

The battell of Alcazar

reuenge. And if I fhall declare the circumftance, Tis thus. Rubyn our vnkles wife that wrings her hands

230 For Abdilmunens death, accompanied

With many dames of Fefle in mourning weeds, Neere to Argier encountred Abdilmelec, That bends his force puft vp with Amuraths aide, Againft your holds and caftles of defence. The yonger brother Muly Mahamet Seth, Greets the great Bafla, that the king of Turkes Sends to inuade your right and royall realme. And bafely beg reuenge, arch-rebels all. To be inflict vpon our progenie.

2 4-0 Moore. Why boy, is Amuraths Bafsa fuch a bug. That he is markt to do this doubtie deed.'' Then Bafla locke the winds in wards of brafl'e. Thunder from heauen damne wretched men to death Barre all the offices of Saturnes fonnes. Be Pluto then in hell and barre the fiends. Take Neptunes force to thee and calme the feas, And execute loues iuftice on the world, Conuey Tamberlaine into our Affrike here, To chafliice and to menace lawfull kings,

250 Tamberlaine triumph not, for thou mufl; die As Philip did, Caefar, and Caefars peeres.

Muly Mah. The Bafl^a grofly flattered to his face. And Amuraths praife aduancde aboue the found Vpon the plaines, the fouldiers being fpread, And that braue gard of fl:urdie lanizaries, That Amurath to Abdilmelec gaue. And bad him boldly be to them as fafe, As if he flept within a walled towne. Who take them to their weapons threatning reuenge.

260 Bloudie reuenge, bloudie reuengefuU warre.

Moore.

in Barbaric.

Moore. Awaie, and let me heare no more of this, Why boy, are we fuccefTours to the great Abdilmelec, Defcended from the Arabian Muly Zarif, And fhall we be afraide of BafTas and of bugs, Rawe head and bloudie bone ? Boy, feeft here this femitarie by my fide, Sith they begin to bath in blond, Bloud be the theame whereon our time fhall tread. Such flaughter with my weapon fhall I make. As through the ftreame and bloudie chanels deepe, 270

Our Moores fhall faile in fhips and pinnaces. From Tanger fhore vnto the gates of FefTe.

Muiy Mah. And of thofe flaughtered bodies fhall thy fonne, A huge towre erect like Nemrods frame. To threaten thofe vniuft and parciall Gods, That to Abdallas lawfull feed denie, A long, a happie, and triumphant raigne.

Sound an alarum within, and enter a

mefTenger. 280

Mef. Flie king of FefTe, king of Moroccus flie, Flie with thy friends Emperour of Barbary, O flie the fword and furie of the foe. That rageth as the ramping lyonefTe, In refcue of her yonglings from the beare. Thy townes and holds by numbers bafely yeeld. Thy land to Abdilmelecs rule refignes, Thy carriage and thy treafure taken is By Amuraths fouldiers, that haue fworne thy death, Flie Amuraths power, and Abdilmelecs threats, 290

Or thou and thine looke heere to breath your lafl.

More. Villain, what dreadfull found of death & fight Is this, wherewith thou doeft afflict our eares ? But if there be no fafetie to abide

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The fauor, fortune, and fuccefle of warre. Away in haft, roule on my chariot wheeles ReftlefTe, till I be fafely fet in fhade Of fome vnhanted place, fome blafted groue Of deadly hue, or difmall cypres tree, 300 Farre from the light or comfort of the Sunne,

There to curfe heauen, and he that heaues me hence, To feeke as Enuie at Cecropes gate, And pine the thought and terrour of mifhaps, Awaie. Exit.

Act II Actus Jecunda, Scana prima.

Alarum. And then the prefenter fpeaketh. Now warre begins his rage and ruthleffe raine, And Nemifis with bloudie whip in hand,

310 Thunders for vengeance on this Negro moore. Nor may the filence of the fpeechlefle night, Diuine Architects of murthers and mifdeeds, Of tragedies, and tragicke tyrannies, Hide or containe this barbarous crueltie Of this vfurper to his progenie.

Three ghofis crying Vindicta. Hearke Lords, as in a hollow place a farre. The dreadfull fhrikes and clamors that refound, And found reuenge vpon this traitors foule,

320 Traitor to kinne and kinde, to Gods and men. Now Nemifis vpon her doubling drum, Moude with this gaftly mone, this fad complaint, Larumes aloud into Alectos eares. And with her thundering wakes whereas they lie, In caue as darke as hell, and beds of fteele. The furies iuft impes of dire reuenge,

Reuenge

in Barbarie.

Reuenge cries Abdilmelecs grieued ghoft,

And roufeth with the terror of this noife

Thefe nymphs of Erybus. Wreake and reuenge

Ring out the foules of his vnhappie brethren, 330

And now ftart vp thefe torments of the world,

Wakt with the thunder of Ramufians drum.

And feareful ecchos of thefe grieued ghofts,

Alecto with her brand and bloudie torch,

Megasra with her whip and fnakie haire,

Tyfiphone with her fatall murthering yron,

Thefe three confpire, thefe three complaine & mone.

Thus Muly Mahamet is a counfell held,

To wreake the wrongs and murthers thou haft done.

By this imagine was this barbarous Moore 340

Chafed from his dignitie and his diademe.

And Hues forlorne among the mountaine (hrubs.

And makes his food the flefh of fauage beafts.

Amureths fouldiers haue by this inftald

Good Abdelmelec in his roiall feate.

The dames of FefTe and ladies of the land,

In honor of the fonne of Soliman,

Erect a ftatue made of beaten gold.

And f\ng to Amurath fongs of lafting praife.

Muly Mahamets furie ouer-rulde, 350

His crueltie controld, and pride rebukt.

Now at laft when fober thoughts renude.

Care of his kingdome and defired crowne.

The aide that once was offered and refusde

By meflengers, he furioufty imployes,

Sebaftians aide braue king of Portugall,

He forward in all armes and chiualrie

Hearkens to his EmbafTadors, and grants

What they in letters and by words intreate.

Now liften lordings now begins the game, 360

B J Sebafti-

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Sebaftlans tragedle in this tragicke warre.

Jet II Alarum within, and then enter Abdilmelec, Muly ^^- ' Mahamet Seth, Calfepius BafTa, with Moores and la- nizaries, and the Ladies.

Abdil. Now hath the Sun difplaid his golden beams, And duskie clouds difpearft, the welkin cleeres. Wherein the twentie coloured rainbow fhewes, After this fight happie and fortunate. Wherein our Moores haue loft the day,

370 And victorie adornd with fortunes plumes, Alights on Abdelmelecs glorious creaft. Here finde we time to breath, and now begin To paie thy due and duties thou doeft owe. To heauen and earth, to Gods and Amurath.

Sound Trumpets. And now drawe neere, and heauen and earth giue eare Giue eare and record heauen and earth with me, Ye Lords of Barbarie hearken and attend, Hearke to the wordes I fpeake, and vowe I make,

380 To plant the true fuccefsion of the crowne, Loe Lords, in our feate roiall to fucceede. Our onely brother here we doo inftall. And by the name of Muly Mahamet Seth, Intitle him true heire vnto the crowne. Ye Gods of heauen gratulate this deed. That men on earth may therwith ftand content. Lo thus my due and duetie is done, I paie To heauen and earth, to Gods and Amurath. Sound Trumpets.

390 Muly Mah. Renowmed BafTa, to remunerate Thy worthines and magnanimitie. Behold the nobleft ladies of the land. Bring prefent tokens of their gratitude.

Rubin

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Rub. Ar. Rubin that breaths but for reuenge, BafTa by this commends her felfe to thee Refigne the token of her thankfulnes To Amurath the God of earthly kings, Doth Rubin giue and facrifice her fonne, Not with fweet fmoake of fire, or fweet perfume. But with his fathers fword,,his mothers thankes 400

Doth Rubin giue her fonne to Amurath.

^eene. As Rubin giues her fonne, fo we our felues To Amurath giue, and fall before his face. BafTa, weare thou the golde of Barbarie, And glifter like the pallace of the Sunne, In honour of the deed that thou haft dun.

Baf. Well worthie of the aide of Amurath, Is Abdilmelec and thefe noble dames, Rubin thy fonne I fhall ere long beftow. Where thou doeft him bequeath in honours fee, 410

On Amurath, mightie Emperor of the Eaft, That fhall receiue the impe of roiall race. With cheerefuU lookes and gleames of princely grace. This chofen gard of Amuraths lenizaries, I leaue to honor and attend on thee. King of Marocco conqueror of thy foes. True king of FefTe, Emperor of Barbarie, Muly Molocco Hue and keepe thy feate, In fpite of fortunes fpite or enemies threats. Ride BafTa now, bold Bafsa homeward ride, 420

As glorious as great Pompey in his pride.

Exit omnes.

Enter Diego Lopis gouernor of Lishorne^the Jrijlo Bijhopy Act II Stukley^ lonaSy and Hercules. ^^' "•

Dieg. Welcome to Lisborne valiant Catholikes, Welcome braue Englifh-men to Portugall, Moft reuerent primate of the Irifh Church.

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And noble Stukeley famous by thy name,

Welcome, thrice welcome to Sebaftians towne, 430 And welcome Englifh captaines to you all,

It ioyeth vs to fee his holynes fleet,

Cafl; ancor happily vpon our coafl:.

Bijhop. Thefe welcomes worthie gouernor of Lif- borne.

Argue an honorable minde in thee.

But treate of our misfortune therewithall.

To Ireland by pope Gregories command.

Were we all bound, and therefore thus imbarkt.

To land our forces there at vnawares, 440 Conquering the land for his holynefle.

And fo reftore it to the Romane faith,

This was the caufe of our expedition.

And Ireland long ere this had bin fubdude.

Had not foule weather brought vs to this bay.

Diego. Vnder correction, are ye not all Englifhmen,

And longs not Ireland to that kingdome Lords?

Then may I fpeake my confcience in the caufe,

Sance fcandall to the holy fea of Rome,

Vnhonorable is this expedition, 450 And misbefeeming yoo to meddle in.

Stuk. Lord gouernour of Lisborne vnderfl:and,

As we are Engliflimen, fo are we men,

And I am Stukley fo refolude in all.

To follow rule, honor and Emperie,

Not to be bent fo ftrictly to the place.

Wherein at firfl: I blew the fire of life.

But that I may at libertie make choife.

Of all the continents that bounds the world.

For why ? I make it not fo great defert 460 To be begot or borne in anie place,

Sith thats a thing of pleafure and of eafe.

That might haue bin performd elfe-where as well.

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Die. Follow what your good pleafure will, Good Captaine Stukley be it farre from me To take exceptions beyond my priuiledge.

Bijh. Yet captaine giue me leaue to fpeake, We muft affect our countrie as our parents, And if at anie time we alianate Our loue or induftrie from doing it honor. It muft refpect effects and touch the foule, 470

Matter of confcience and religion, And not defire of rule or benefite.

Stuk. Well faid Bifhop, fpoken like your felfe, The reuerent lordly bifhop of faint Affes.

Here. The bifhop talkes according to his coate, And takes not meafure of it by his minde. You fee he hath it made thus large and wide, Becaufe he may conuert it as he lift. To anie forme may fit the faftiion beft,

BiJh. Captaine you do me wrong to defcant thus, 480 Vpon my coate or double confcience. And cannot anfwere it in another place.

Die. Tis but in ieft, Lord biftiop put it vp. And all as friends daine to be entertaind. As my abilitie here can make prouifion. Shortly ftiall I conduct you to the king, Whofe welcomes euermore to ftrangers are, Princely and honorable as his ftate becomes.

Stuk. Thankes worthie gouernor, come bifhop come Will you fhew fruits of quarrell and of wrath, 490

Come let vs in with my Lord of Lisborne here. And put all confcience into one caroufe, Letting it out againe, as we may Hue. There fhall no action pafse my hand or fword. That cannot make a ftep to gaine a crowne. No word fhall paffe the office of my tong. That founds not of affection to a crowne,

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No thought haue being in my lordly breft, That workes not euerie waie to win a crowne,

500 Deeds, wordes and thoughts fhall all be as a kings, My chiefeft companie fhall be with kings, And my deferts fhall counterpoife a kings. Why fhould not I then looke to be a king? I am the marques now of Ireland made. And will be fhortly king of Ireland, King of a mole-hill had I rather be, Than the richeft fubiect of a monarchic, Huffe it braue minde, and neuer ceafe t'afpire,

509 Before thou raigne fole king of thy defire. Exeunt. Act II Enter the Moore, with Calipolis his wife, Muly Mahamet ^^- "^ his fonne^ and two others.

Moore. Where art thou boy, where is Calypolis? O deadly wonnd that pafTeth by mine eie. The fatall prifon of my fwelling heart ! O fortune conftant in vnconflancie ! Fight earth-quakes in the intrailes of the earth. And Eafterne whirl-windes in the hellifh fhades, Some foule contagion of the infected heauen, Blaft all the trees, and in their curfed tops,

520 The difmall night rauen and tragike owle Breed, and become fore-tellers of my fall. The fatall ruine of my name and me, Adders and ferpents hifTe at my difgrace, And wound the earth with anguifh of their ftings, Now Abdelmelec, now triumph in FefTe, Fortune hath made thee king of Barbary.

Caly. Alas my Lord, what boots thefe huge exclaims To aduantage vs in this diftreft eftate,

0 pittie our perplext eftate my Lord,

530 And turne all curfes to fubmiffe complaints. And thofe complaints to actions of reliefs,

1 faint my Lord, and naught may curfing plaintes

Refrefh

in Barbaric.

Refrefh the fading fubftance of my life.

Moore. Faint all the world, confume and be accurft, Since my ftate faints and is accurft.

Calyp. Yet patience Lord to conquere forrowes fo.

More. What patience is for him, that lacks his crown } There is no patience where the lofTe is fuch, The fhame of my difgrace hath put on wings, And fwiftly flies about this earthly ball, 540

Car'ft thou to Hue then fond Calypolis, When he that fhould giue eflence to thy foule, He on whofe glorie all thy ioy fhould ftay, Is foulelefle, glorylefle, and defperate. Crying for battell, famine, fword and fire, Rather then calling for reliefe or life. But be content, thy hunger fhall haue end. Famine ftiall pine to death and thou fhalt liue, I will go hunt thefe curfed folitaries.

And make the fword and target here my hound, 550

To pull downe lyons and vntamed beafts. Exit.

Mah. Tufh mother, cherifh your vnheartie foule, And feede with hope of happines and eafe, For if by valor or by policie, My kingly father can be fortunate. We fliall be loues commanders once agalne. And flourifti in a three-fold happines.

Zareo His maieftie hath fent Sebaftian The good and harmeleffe king of Portugall, A promife to refigne the roialtie 560

And kingdome of Marocco to his hands, But when this haughtie offer takes effect, And workes affiance in Sebaftian, My gracious Lord warnd wifely to aduife, I doubt not but will watch occafion. And take her fore-top by the flendereft haire, To rid vs of this miferable life.

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Mah. Good madame cheere your felfe, my Fathers wife, 570 He can fubmit himfelfe and Hue below,

Make fhew of friendfhip, promife, vow and fweare,

Till by the vertue of his faire pretence,

Sebaftian trufting his integritie,

He makes himfelfe pofTefsor of fuch fruits,

As grow vpon fuch great aduantages.

Calip. But more difhonor hangs on fuch mifdeeds, Than all the profit their returne can beare. Such fecret iudgements hath the heauens impofde Vpon the drouping ftate of Barbarie, 580 As publike merites in fuch lewd attempts. Hath drawne with violence vpon our heads.

Enter Muly Mahamet with lyons flejh vpon his Jworde.

Mu. Ma. Hold thee Calypolis feed and faint no more,

This flefh I forced from a lyonefle,

Meate of a princefTe, for a princefTe meate,

Learne by her noble ftomacke to efteeme

Penurie plentie, in extreameft dearth.

Who when fhe fawe her foragement bereft,

590 Pinde not in melancholy or childlifh feare. But as braue mindes are ftrongeft in extreames, So fhe redoubling her former force Rangde thorough the woodes, and rent the breeding

vaultes Of proudeft fauages to faue her felfe, Feede then and faint not faire Calypolis, For rather than fierce famine ihall preuaile, To gnaw thy intrailes with her thornie teeth. The conquering lyonefTe fhall attend on thee,

600 And laie huge heapes of flaughtered carcafes

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in Barbaric.

As bulwarkes in her waie to keepe her backe. I will prouide thee of a princely ofpraie, That as ihe flyeth ouer fifh in pooles, The fifh fhall turne their gliftering bellies vp, And thou (halt take thy liberall choice of all, loues ftately bird with wide commanding wings Shall houer ftill about thy princely head, And beate downe fowle by fholes into thy lap, Feede then and faint not faire Calypolis.

Calyp. Thankes good my Lord, and though my fto- 6io macke be Too queafie to difgeft fuch bloudie meate. Yet ftrength I it with vertue of my minde, I doubt no whit but I fhall Hue my Lord.

Moore. Into the fhades then faire Calypolis, And make thy fonne and Negros here good cheere, Feede and be fat that we may meete the foe With ftrength and terror to reuenge our wrong. 6i8

Enter Sebajiian king of Portugall, the Duke of Auero^ Act II the duke ofBarceles, Leues de Silua^ Chriflophero de Tauera ^<^- ^"^

Sebafi. Call forth thofe Moores, thofe men of Bar- barie. That came with letters from the king of FefTe.

Exit one. Ye warlike lords and men of chiualrie. Honorable EmbafTadors of this high regent, Harke to Sebaftian king of Portugall : Thefe letters fent from your diftreffed Lord, Torne from lis throne by Abdilmelecs hand, Strengthned and raifde by furious Amurath, 630

Imports a kingly fauor at our hands. For aide to reobtaine his roiall feate. And place his fortunes in their former height.

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For quitall of which honorable armes,

By thefe his letters he doth firmely vow,

Wholy to yeeld and to furrender vp

The kingdome of Maroccus to our hands,

And to become to vs contributarie.

And to content himfelfe with the realme of Fefle,

640 Thefe lines my Lords writ in extremitie, Containe therefore but during fortunes date, How fhall Sebaftian then beleeue the fame ?

EmhaJ. Viceroies, and moft chriftian king of Por- tugall, To fatisfie thy doubtfull minde heerein, Command forthwith a blafing brand of fire Be brought in prefence of thy maieftie, Then fhalt thou fee by our religious vowes And ceremonies moft inuiolate

650 How firme our foueraignes proteftations are, Beholde my Lord, this bindes our faith to thee, In token that great Muly Mahamets hand Hath writ no more than his ftout heart allowes, And will performe to thee and to thine heires, We offer heere our hands into this flame, And as this flame doth faften on this flefh. So from our foules we wifli it may confume The heart of our great Lord and foueraigne Muly Mahamet king of Barbarie,

660 If his intent agree not with his wordes.

Sebaft. Thefe ceremonies and proteftations Sufliceth vs ye Lordes of Barbarie, Therefore returne this anfwere to your king, Affure him by the honour of my crowne. And by Sebaftians true vnfained faith He ftiall haue aide and fuccour to recouer, And feate him in his former emperie. Let him relie vpon our princely word.

Tell

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Tell him by Auguft we will come to him,

With fuch a power of braue impatient mindes, 670

As Abdelmelec and great Amurath

Shall tremble at the ftrength of Portugall.

Emb. Thanks to the renowmed king of Portugal On whofe ftout promifes our ftate depend.

Sehafi. Barbarians go glad your diflreffed king, And faie Sebaftian Hues to right his wrong, Exit,

Duke of Auero call in thofe Englifh-men, Don Stukley, and thofe Captaines of the fleet That lately landed in our bay of Lisborne. Now breath Sebafliian, and in breathing blow 680

Some gentle gale of thy new formed ioyes, Duke of Auero, it fhall be your charge. To take the mufter of the Portugals, And braueft blouds of all our countrie, Lewes de Sylua you fhall be difpatcht With letters vnto Philip king of Spaine, Tell him we craue his aide in this behalfe, I know our brother Philip nill denie His furtherance in this holy chriftian warre, Duke of Barceles as thy anceftors 690

Haue alwaies loiall bin to Portugall, So now in honor of thy toward youth. Thy charge Ihall be to Anwerpe fpeedily. To hire vs mercenarie men at armes, Promife them princely paie, and be thou fure Thy word is ours, Sebaftian fpeakes the word.

Chri. I befeech your maieftie imploy me in this war.

Seb. Chriftopher de Tauera, next vnto my felfe My good Efeftian, and my bedfellow. Thy cares and mine ihall be alike in this, 700

Enter Stukley and the reft. And thou and I will Hue and die together. And now braue Englifh-men to you.

Whom

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Whom angrie ftormes haue put into our bay, Hold not your fortune ere the worfe in this, We holde our ftrangers honors in our hand, And for diftrefTed franke and free reliefs, Tell me then Stukley, for thats thy name 1 trow, Wilt thou in honor of thy countries fame,

710 Hazard thy perfon in this braue exploit. And follow vs to fruitfull Barbarie, With thefe fixe thoufand fouldiers thou haft brought And choicely pickt through wanton Italy, Thou art a man of gallant perfonage, Proud in thy lookes, and famous euerie waie, Frankly tell me, wilt thou go with me ?

Stuk. Couragious king, the wonder of my thoughts And yet my Lord, with pardon vnderftand. My felfe and thefe, whom weather hath inforft,

720 To lie at roade vpon thy gracious coaft.

Did bend our courfe and made amaine for Ireland. Sebaft. For Ireland Stukley, thou miftakft me won- derous much. With feuen fhippes, two pinnaces, and fixe thoufand

men, I tell thee Stukley, they are farre too weake. To violate the Queene of Irelands right. For Irelands Queene commandeth Englands force, Were euerie fhip ten thoufand on the feas,

730 Mand with the ftrength of all the Eafterne kings, Conuaying all the monarchs of the world. To inuade the Hand where her highnes raignes, Twere all in vaine, for heauens and deftinies Attend and wait vpon her Maieftie, Sacred, imperiall, and holy is her feate. Shining with wifedome, loue and mightines. Nature that euerie thing imperfect made. Fortune that neuer yet was conftant found.

Time

in Barbarie.

Time that defaceth euerie golden fhew,

Dare not decay, remoue, or be impure, 7+0

Both nature, time and fortune, all agree.

To blefle and ferue her roiall maieftie,

The wallowing Ocean hems her round about,

Whofe raging flouds do fwallow vp her foes.

And on the rockes their fhips in peeces fplit.

And euen in Spaine where all the traitors dance,

And plaie themfelues vpon a funny daie.

Securely gard the weft part of her Ifle,

The South the narow Britaine fea begirts.

Where Veptune fits in triumph, to direct 750

Their courfe to hell that aime at her difgrace.

The Germaine feas alongft the Eaft do run.

Where Nenus banquets all her water Nymphs,

That with her beautie glanfing on the waues,

Difdaines the checke of faire Proferpina,

Aduife thee then proud Stukley ere thou pafte,

To wrong the wonder of the higheft God,

Sith danger, death and hell doth follow thee.

Thee and them all that feeke to danger her.

If honor be the marke wherat thou aimft, 760

Then followe me in holy chriftian warres.

And leaue to feeke thy Countries ouerthrow.

Siuk. Rather my Lord, let me admire thefe wordes, Than anfwere to your firme obiections, His holynes Pope Gregorie the feuenth. Hath made vs foure the leaders of the reft, Amongft the reft my Lord, I am but one. If they agree, Stukley will be the firft To die with honor for Sebaftian.

Sehafi. Tell me Lord Biftiop, Captaines tell me all, 770 Are you content to leaue this enterprife, Againft your countrie and your countrie men. To aide Mahamet king of Barbarie ?

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Bijh. To aide Mahamet king of Barbaric, Tis gainft our vowes great king of Portugall.

Sebaft. Then Captaines what faie you ?

Jonas I faie my Lord as the Bifhop faid, We may not turne from conquering Ireland.

Here. Our countrie and our country-men will con- 780 demne

Vs worthie of death, if we neglect our vowes.

Sebaft. Confider Lords you are now in Portugall, And I may now difpofe of you and yours. Hath not the winde and weather giuen you vp. And made you captiues to our roiall will ?

lonas. It hath my Lord, and willingly wee yeeld To be commanded by your maieftie, But if you make vs voluntarie men. Our courfe is then direct for Ireland. 790 Sebaft, That courfe will we direct for Barbary, Follow me Lords, Sebaftian leades the way, To plant the chriftian fath in Affrica.

Stuk. Saint George for England, and Irelande nowe adue. For here Tom Stukley fhapes his courfe anue.

Exit.

Act III Enter the pre/enter andjpeakes.

Lo thus into a lake of bloud and gore, The braue couragious king of Portugall 800 Hath drencht himfelfe, and now prepares amaine With failes and oares to crofTe the fwelling feas, With men and fhips, courage and canon fhot, To plant this curfed Moore in fatall houre. And in this Catholike cafe the king of Spaine Is cald vpon by fweet Sebaftian. Who furfetting in prime time of his youth,

Vpon

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Vpon ambitious poifon dies thereon. By this time is the Moore to Tangar come, A citie longing to the Portugal!,

And now doth Spaine promife with holy face, 8io

As fauouring the honor of the caufe. His aide of armes, and leuies men apace. But nothing lefle than king Sebaftians good He meanes, yet at Sucor de Tupea, He met fome faie in perfon with the Portugall, And treateth of a marriage with the king. But ware ambitious wiles and poifned eies. There was nor aide of armes nor marriage, For on his waie without thofe Spaniardes king Seba- ftian went. 820

Enter the king ofPoriugall and his hordes^ Lewes de Syl- Act III ua^ and the Embajsadors of Spaine. ^'^- ^

Seb. Honorable Lords, EmbafTadors of Spaine, The many fauors by our meetings done From our beloued and renowmed brother, Philip the Catholike king of Spaine Say therefore good my Lord EmbafTador, Saie how your mightie mafter minded is. To propagate the fame of Portugall.

EmbaJ. To propagate the fame of Portugall, 830

And plant religious truth in Affrica, Philip the great and puifant king of Spaine, For loue and honor of Sebaftians name, Promifeth aide of armes, and fweares by vs To doe your maieftie all the good he can. With men, munition, and fupply of warre, Of Spaniards proud in king Sebaftians aide,

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To fpend their blouds in honor of their Chrift.

Legate. And farther to manifeft vnto your malefty 840 How much the Catholike king of Spaine affects

This warre with Moores and men of little faith,

The honour of your euerlafting praife,

Behold to honor and inlarge thy name,

He maketh offer of his daughter Ifabel,

To linke in marriage with the braue Sebaftian,

And to inrich Sebaftians noble wife.

His maieftie with promife to refigne

The titles of the Iflands of Moloccus,

That by his roialtie in ludah he commands 850 Thefe fauors with vnfained loue and zeale,

Voweth king Philip to king Sebaftian.

Sebaft. And God fo deale with king Sebaftians foul

As iuftly he intends to fight for Chrift,

Nobles of Spaine, fith our renowmed brother,

Philip the king of honor and of zeale.

By you the chofen Orators of Spaine,

The offer of the holdes he makes

Are not fo precious in our account.

As is the peerleffe dame whom we adore, 860 His daughter, in whofe loyaltie confifts

The life and honor of Sebaftian.

As for the aide of armes he promifeth.

We will expect, and thankfully receiue

At Cardis, as we faile alongft the coaft.

Sebaftian clap thy hands for ioy,

Honourd by this meeting and this match.

Go Lords and follow to the famous warre

Your king, and be his fortune fuch in all.

As he intends to manage armes in right. 870 Exeunt.

Manet Stukley and another. Stuk. Sit faft Sebaftian, and in this worke

God

in Barbaric.

God and good men labor tor Portugall, For Spaine difguifing with a double face, Flatters thy youth and forwardnes good king, Philip whome fome call the catholike king, I feare me much thy faith will not be firme, But difagree with thy profefsion.

The other. What then fhall of thefe men of warre be- come, 880 Thofe numbers that do multiply in Spaine ?

Sluk. Spaine hath a vent for them and their fupplies. The Spaniard readie to imbarke himfelfe, Heere gathers to a head, but all to fure, Flanders I feare fhall feele the force of Spaine, Let Portugall fare as he may or can, Spaine meanes to fpend no pouder on the moores.

The other. If kings doo dally fo with holy oaths, The heauens will right the wrongs that they fuftaine, Philip if thefe forgeries be in thee, 890

AfTure thee king, twill light on thee at laft. And when proud Spaine hopes foundly to preuaile. The time may come that thou and thine fhall faile.

Exit.

Enter Abdelmelec^ Muly Mahamet Seth^ Zareo Act III

and their Traine. ^^' "

Abdelm. The Portugall lead with deceiuing hope. Hath raifde his power, and receiu'd our foe With honorable welcomes and regard,

And left his countrie bounds, and hether bends, 900

In hope to helpe Mahamet to a crowne. And chafe vs hence, and plant this Negro moore That clads himfelfe in coat of hammerd fteele, To heaue vs from the honor we pofleffe. But for I haue my fclfc a fouldier bin,

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I haue in pittie to the Portugall Sent fecret meffengers to counfell him. As for the aide of Spaine whereof they hop'd, We haue difpatcht our letters to their prince, 910 To craue that in a quarrell fo vniuft, He that intituled is the Catholike king, Would not afsift a carelefle chriftian prince, And as by letters we are let to know, Our offer of the feuen holdes we made. He thankfully receines, with all conditions, Differing in minde farre from all his wordes And promifes to king Sebaftian, As we would wifh, or you my Lords defire. Zareo. What refteth then but Abdelmelec may 920 Beate backe this proud inuading Portugall, And chaftice this ambitious Negro moore With thoufand deaths for thoufand damned deeds.

Abdilm. Forward Zareo and ye manly moores, Sebaftian fee in time vnto thy felfe, If thou and thine mifled doe thriue amiffe, Guiltleffe is Abdilmelec of thy bloud.

Exeunt. Act III Enter "Don de Menyjis gouernor of Tangar^ with his com- sc. hi panie /peaking to the Captaine.

930 Gouer. Captaine, we haue receiued Letters from the king, That with fuch fignes and arguments of loue, We entertaine the king of Barbaric, That marcheth toward Tangar with his men. The poore remainders of thofe that fled from Feffe, When Abdilmelec got the glorious day. And ftald himfelfe in his emperiall throne. Cap. Lord gouernor, we are in readines To welcome and receiue this hapleffe king.

Chafed

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Chafed from his land by angrie Amurath, 940

And if the right reft in this luftie Moore,

Bearing a princely heart vnvanquifhable,

A noble refolution than it is,

In braue Sebaftian our chriftian king.

To aide this Moore with his victorious armes.

Thereby to propagate religious truth.

And plant his fpringing praife in Affrica.

Am. Capt. But when ariues this braue Sebaftian, To knit his forces with this manly Moore, That both in one, and one in both may ioyne 950

In this attempt of noble confequence ? Our men of Tangar long to fee their king, Whofe princely face that lyke the fummers fonne, Glads all thefe hether parts of Barbarie.

Gouern. Captaines, he commeth hetherward amaine. Top and top gallant, all in braue araie The 26. daie of lune he lefte the bay of Lisborne, And with all his fleete at Cardis happily he Ariu'de in Spain the eight of luly, tarrying for the aide That Philip king of Spaine had promifed, 960

And fifteene daies he there remaind aboord. Expecting when this Spanifti force would come, Nor ftept a ftiore as he were going ftill : But Spaine that meant and minded nothing lefTe, pretends a fodaine feare and care to keepe His owne from Amuraths fierce inuafion, And to excufe his promife to our king. For which he ftormes as great Achilles earft. Lying for want of winde in Aldeft gulfe. And hoifeth vp his failes, and anchors waighs, 970

And hetherward he comes, and lookes to meete This manly Moore, whofe cafe he vndertakes, Therefore go we to welcome and refcue. With canon ftiot, and fhouts of yong and olde.

Th

is

The battell of Alcazar

This fleet of Portugals and troupe of Moores.

Exit.

Act 111 The Trumpets found, the chambers are dijchargde. Then sc. IP enter the king of Portugall and the Moore, with all theyr traine.

980 Sebafi. Muly Mahamet king of Barbaric

Well met, and welcome to our towne of Tanger, After this fodaine fhocke and haplefle warre, Welcome braue Queene of Moores, repofe thee here, Thou and thy noble fonne, and fouldiers all, Ropofe you here in king Sebaftians towne. Thus farre in honor of thy name and aide Lord Mahamet, we haue aduentured To winne for thee a kingdome, for our felues Fame, and performance of thofe promifes, 990 That in thy faith and roialtie thou haft Sworne to Sebaftian king ot Portugall, And thriue it fo with thee as thou doeft meane, And meane thou fo as thou doeft wifti to thriue, And if our Chrift for whom in chiefe we fight, Heereby to inlarge the bounds of chriftendome, Fauor this warre, and as I do not doubt. Send victorie to light vpon my creft. Braue Moore I will aduance thy kingly fonne, And with a diademe of pearle and golde, 1000 Adorne thy temples and inrich thy head,

Moore O braue Sebaftian noble Portugall, Renowmd and honourd euer maift thou bee, Triumpher ouer thofe that menace thee. The hellifti prince grim Pluto with his mace Ding downe my foule to hel, and with this foule This fonne of mine, the honor of my houfe, But I performe religioufly to thee,

That

in Barbaric.

That I haue holyly earft vndertane,

And that thy Lords and Captaines may perceiue

My minde in this fingle and pure to be, loio

As pure as is the water of the brooke,

My deareft fonne to thee I doo ingage,

Receiue him Lord in hoftage of my vow,

For euen my minde prefageth to my felfe,

That in fome flauiih fort I fhall beholde

Him dragde along this running riuer fhore,

A fpectacle to dant the pride of thofe

That climbe aloft by force, and not by right.

The Moore s Jonne. Nor can it otherwife befall the man That keeps his feate and fcepter all in feare, 1020

That weares his crowne in eie of all the world. Reputed theft and not inheritance. What title then hath Abdilmelec here, To barre our father or his progenie, Right roiall prince, hereof you make no doubt. Agreeing with your wholfome chriftian lawes, Helpe then couragious Lord with hand and fword. To cleere his waie, whofe lets are lawlefTe men. And for this deede ye all ihall be renowmd, Renowmd and chronicled in bookes of fame, 1030

In bookes of fame and caracters of braffe, Of brafle, nay beaten golde, fight then for fame, And finde the Arabian Muly Hamet here, Aduenturous, bold, and full of rich reward.

Stuk. Braue boy, how plaine this princely mind in thee Argues the height and honor of thy birth, And well haue I obferu'd thy forwardnes. Which being tendred by your maieftie. No doubt the quarrell opened by the mouth 1040

Of this yong prince vnpartially to vs. May animate and hearten all the hoaft,

E To

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To fight againft the deuill for Lord Mahamet.

Sebaft. True Stukley, and fo frefhly to my minde, Hath this yong prince redus'd his fathers wrong, That in good time I hope this honors fire, Kindled alreadie with regard of right, Burfts into open flames, and cals for warres, Warres, warres to plant the true fucceeding prince. 1050 Lord Mahamet, I take thy noble fonne A pledge of honor, and fhal vfe him fo. Lord Lodowicke, and my good Lord of Auero See this yong prince conuaide fafe to Meffegon, And there accompanide as him fitteth beft, And to this warre prepare ye more and lefTe, This rightful! warre, that Chrifliians God will blefTe.

Exeunt,

Act IV Actus 4.

The pre/enter Jpeaketh. 1060 Now hardned is this haplefle heathen prince, And ftrengthned by the armes of Portugall, This Moore, this murtherer of his progenie. And warre and weapons now, and bloud and death Wait on the counfels of this curfed king : And to a bloudie banket he inuites The braue Sebaftian and his noble peeres.

Enter to the bloudie banket.

In fatall houre ariu'd this peerelefle prince, To loofe his life, his life and many Hues 1070 Of lufliie men, couragious Portugals, Drawen by ambitious golden lookes. Let fame of him no wrongful! cenfure found,

Honor

in Barbaric.

Honour was obiect of his thoughtes, ambition was his ground. Exit.

Enter Abdilmelec and his traine. Act IV

sc. i

Ahdilm. Now tell mee Celybin, what doeth the e- ■ nemie ?

Celybin. The enemie dread lord, hath left the towne Of Areil, with a thoufand fouldiers armde, To gard his fleet of thirteene hundred faile, 1080

And muftering of his men before the wals, He found he had two thoufand armed horfe, And foureteene thoufand men that ferue on foot, Three thoufand pioners, and a thoufand cochmen, Befides a number almoft numberleffe Of drudges, Negroes, flaues and Muliters, Horfe-boies, landrejfTes and curtizans. And fifteene hundred waggons full of ftuff^e For noble men, brought vp in delicate.

Abdil. Alas good king, thy fore-fight hath bin fmall 1090 To come with women into Barbarie, With landrefTe, with baggage, and with trafh, Numbers vnfit to multiplie thy hoaft.

Cely. Their paiment in the campe is pafsing flow, And victuals fcarce, that many faint and die.

Abdilm. But whether marcheth he in all this hafl: }

Cely. Some thinkes he marcheth hetherward, And meanes to take this citie of Alcazar.

Abdil. Vnto Alcazar, O vnconfliant chance !

Cely. The braue and valiant king of Portugall noo

Quarters his power in foure batalians, Afront the which, to welcome vs withall. Are fixe and thirtie roaring peeces plafl:. The firfl: confifl:ing of light armed horfe. And of the garifons from Tangar brought

E2 Is

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Is lead by Aluaro Peres de Tauero,

The left or middle battell of Italians,

And Germane horfe-men Stukley doth command,

A warlike Englifhman fent by the pope,

II lo That vainly cals himfelfe Marques of Ireland. Alonjo Aquilaz conducts the third, That wing of Germaine fouldiers moft confifts. The fourth legion is none but Portugals, Of whom Lodeuico Caefar hath the chiefeft charge, Befides there ftand fixe thoufand horfe Brauely attirde, preft where need requires. Thus haue I tolde your roiall maieftie, How he is plac'd to braue his fight.

Abdil. But where's our nephew Muly Mahamet ?

1 1 20 Cely He marcheth in the middle, garded about With full fiue hundred hargubuze on foote. And twice three thoufand needlefl'e armed pikes.

Zareo. Great foueraigne, vouchfafe to heare me fpeak, And let Zareos counfell now preuaile, Whilfl; time doth ferue, and that thefe Chrifl:ians dare Approch the field with warlike Enfignes fpread. Let vs in hafl: with all our forces meete, And hemme them in, that not a man efcape, So will they be aduifde another time,

1 1 30 How they doo touch the fhore of Barbarie. Ahdilm. Zareo, heare our refolution. And thus our forces we will firft difpofe, Hamet my brother with a thoufand fiiot On horfe-backe, and choice harguebuziers all, Hauing ten thoufand with fpeare and fhield, Shall make the right wing of the battell vp, Zareo you fhall haue in charge the left. Two thoufand argolets and ten thoufand horfe, The maine battell of harguebuze on foot,

II 40 And twentie thoufand horfe-men in their troupes,

My

in Barbarie.

My felfe inuirond with my truftie gard

Of lanizaries, fortunate in warre,

And toward Arzil will we take our waie,

If then our enemie will balke our force,

In Gods name let him, it will be his beft,

But if he leuell at Alcazar wals.

Then beate him backe with bullets as thicke as haile.

And make him know and rue his ouerfight,

That rafhly feekes the ruine of this land.

Exeunt. 115°

Enter Sehaftian king of Portugall^ the Duke of Auero, Act IV Stukley, and others. ■'^- "

Sebaji. Why tell me Lords, why left ye Portugall, And croft the feas with vs to Barbarie, Was it to fee the countrie and no more. Or elfe to flay before ye were aflaild ? I am afhamd to thinke that fuch as you, Whofe deeds haue bin renowmed heretofore. Should flacke in fuch, an act of confequence. We come to fight, and fighting vow to die, 11 60

Or elfe to win the thing for which we came, Becaufe Ahdilmelec as pittying vs. Sends mefiages to counfell quietnes. You ftand amaz'd and thinke it found aduife, As if our enemie would wifti vs anie good, No, let him know we fcorne his curtefie, And will refift his forces what fo ere. Caft feare afide, my felfe will leade the way. And make a pafTage with my conquering fword Knee deepe in bloud of thefe accurfed Moores, 1170

And they that loue my honor follow me.

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Were you as refolute as is your king, Alcazar wals fhould fall before your face, And all the force of this Barbarian Lord Should be confounded, were it ten times more.

Auero. So well become thefe words a kingly mouth That are of force to make a coward fight, But when aduice and prudent fore-fight Is ioynd with fuch magnanimitie, 1 1 80 Troupes of victorie and kingly fpoiles

Adorne his crowne, his kingdome, and his fame.

Here. We haue defcride vpon the mountaine tops A hugie companie of inuading Moores, And they my lord, as thicke as winters haile, Will fall vpon our heads at vnawares, Beft then betimes t'auoide this gloomie ftorme, It is in vaine to fi:riue with fuch a ftreame.

Enter Muly Mahamet.

Muly Mah. Beholde thrice noble Lorde, vncalde I 1 1 90 come,

To counfell where necefsitie commands,

And honor of vndoubted victorie,

Makes me exclime vpon this dafliard flight.

Why king Sebaftian, wilt thou now fore-flow.

And let fo great a glorie flip thy hands ?

Saie you doo march vnto Tariffa now,

The forces of the foe are come fo nigh,

That he will let the paflage of the riuer.

So vnawares you will be forfl: to fight. 1200 But know O king, and you thrice valiant Lords,

Few blowes will ferue, I aske but onely this.

That with your power you march into the field,

For now is all the armie refolute.

To leaue the traitor helplefl*e in the fight,

And

in Barbaric.

And flie to me as to their rightfull prince,

Some horfe-men haue alreadie lead the waie,

And vow the like for their companions,

The hoft is full of tumult and of feare.

Then as you come to plant me in my feate.

And to inlarge your fame in AfFrica, 12 lo

Now, now or neuer brauely execute

Your refolution found and honorable,

And end this warre together with his life.

That doth vfurpe the crowne with tyrannie.

Sebaji. Captaines, you heare the reafons of the king, Which fo effectually haue pearft wine eares. That I am fully refolute to fight, And who refufeth now to follow me. Let hira be euer counted cowardly.

Auero. Shame be his fhare that flies when kings do 1220 fight, Auero laies his life before your feet.

Stukley For my parte Lordes, I cannot fell my bloud Deerer than in the companie of kings.

Exeunt.

Manet Muly Mahamet.

Muly Ma. Now haue I fet thefe Portugals aworke. To hew a waie for me vnto the crowne. Or with your weapons here to dig your graues. You daftards of the night and Erybus, 1230

Fiends, Fairies, hags that fight in beds of fteele. Range through this armie with your yron whips, Driuc forward to this deed this chriftian crew. And let me triumph in the tragedie. Though it be feald and honourd with my bloud. Both of the Portugall and barbarous Moore, Ride Nemifis, ride in thy firie cart.

And

The battell of Alcazar

And fprinkle gore amongft thefe men of warre, That either partie eager of reuenge,

1240 May honor thee with facrifice of death,

And hauing bath'd thy chariot wheeles in bloud, Defcend and take to thy tormenting hell, The mangled bodie of that traitor king, That fcornes the power and force of Portugal}. Then let the earth difcouer to his ghoft. Such tortures as vfurpers feele below, Rackt let him be in proud Ixions wheele, Pinde let him be with Tantalus endleffe thirft, Praie let him be to Tifons greedie bird,

1250 Wearied with Sifiphus immortall toile. And laftly for reuenge, for deepe reuenge, Whereof thou goddeffe and deuifer art, Damnd let him be, damnd and condemnd to beare All torments, tortures, plagues and paines of hell.

Exit.

Act V Enter the Pre/enter before the laji dumbe JhoWy

andjpeaketh.

Ill be to him that fo much ill bethinkes. And ill betide this foule ambitious Moore, i26oWhofe wily traines with fmootheft courfe of fpeech, Hath tide and tangled in a dangerous warre, The fierce and manly king of Portugall.

Lightning and thunder. Nowe throwe the heauens foorth their lightning

flames. And thunder ouer Aifrickes fatall fields, Bloud will have bloud, foul murther fcape no fcourge. Enter Fame like an Angell, and hangs the crownes vpon a tree. 1270 At lafl: defcendeth fame as Iris,

To

in Barbaric.

To finifh fainting Didoes dying lyfe, Fame from her ftately bowre doth defcend, And on the tree as fruit new ripe to fall, Placeth the crownes of thefe vnhappie kings, That earft (he kept in eie of all the world.

Heere the blazing Starve. Now firle ftarres and ftreaming comets blaze, That threat the earth and princes of the fame.

Fire workes. Fire, fire about the axiltree of heauen, 1280

Whoorles round, and from the foot of Cafyopa In fatall houre confumes thefe fatall crownes,

One fals. Downe fals the diademe of Portugall,

The other fals. The crownes of Barbary and kingdomes fall. Ay me, that kingdomes may not ftable ftand. And now approching neere the difmall day. The bloudie daie wherein the battels ioyne, Mondaie the fourth of Auguft feuentie eight, 1290

The funne fhines wholy on the parched earth. The brighteft planet in the higheft heauen. The heathens eager bent againft their foe, Giue onfet with great ordnance to the warre. The chriftians with great noife of canon fhot. Send angrie onfets to the enemie. Geue eare and heare how warre begins his fong, With dreadfull clamors, noife, and trumpets found.

Exit. 1299

Alarums within, let the chambers be difcharged, then Act V

enter to the battell, and the Moores flie. ^<^- ^

Skirmifh ftill, then enter Abdilmelec in his chaire, Za-

reo and their traine.

Abdil. Saie on Zareo, tell me all the newes, Tell me what furie rangeth in our campe,

F That

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That hath inforft our Moores to turne their backes. Zareo faie, what chance did bode this ill, What ill inforft this daftard cowardife ?

Zareo. My Lord, fuch chance as wilfull warre affords

1 3 10 Such chances and misfortunes as attend On him, the God of battell and of armes, My Lord, when with our ordenance fierce we fent Our Moores with fmaller fhot as thicke as haile, Followes apace to charge the Portugall, The valiant Duke the deuill of Auero, The bane of Barbary, fraughted full of ire Breakes through the rankes, and with fiue hundred

horffe All men at armes, forward and full of might,

1320 Affaults the middle wing, and puts to flight

Eight thoufand Harquebufli that feru'd on foot,

And twentie thoufand Moores with fpeare & fheild :

And therewithall the honour of the day.

Ahdel. Ah Abdelmelec dooft thou liue to heare This bitter proceffe of this first attempt ? Labour my Lords to renue our force. Of fainting Moores, and fight it to the laft. My horffe Zareo, O the goale is lofl. The goale is loft, thou King of Portugall

1330 Thrice happy chance it is for thee and thine

That heauens abates my ftrength and calles me hence. My fight doth faile, my foule, my feeble foule Shall be releafte from prifon on this earth : Far well vaine world for I haue playd my parte.

He dyeth. A long Skirmidge, and then enter his bro- ther Muly Mahomet Seth.

Muly. Braue Abdelmelec, thou thrife noble Lord, Not fuch a wound was giuen to Barbary,

Had

in Barbaric.

Had twenty hoafts of men beene put to fwoord 1340

As death, pale death with fatall fhaft hath giuen. Loe dead is he, my brother and my King Whome I might haue reuiu'd with newes I bring.

Zareo. His honours and his types he hath refignde Vnto the world, and of a manly man Loe, in a twinckling a fenceleffe ftocke we fee.

Muly. You truftie foldiers of this warlike King, Be counfailde now by vs in this aduife. Let not his death be bruted in the campe, Lead with the fodaine forrowe of the newes, 1350

The armye wholy be difcomfited. My Lord Zareo thus I comforte you. Our Moores haue brauely borne themfelues in fight Likely to get the honour of the day If ought may gotten be where loffe is fuch. Therfore in this apparell as he dyed My noble brother will we heere aduance And fet him in his chayre with cunning props, That our Barbarians may beholde their King And thinke he doth repofe him in his Tent. 1360

Zareo. Right pollitique and good is your aduice, Goe then to fee it fpeedily performd. Braue Lord, if Barbary recouer this. Thy foule with ioy will fit and fee the fight.

Exeunt. Alarmes. Enter to the battaile, and the chri- ftians flye. The Duke of A- uero flaine.

Enter Sehaftian and Stukeley.

Sebaji. Seeft thou not Stukley, O Stukley feeft 1370 thou not The great difhonour doone to Chriftendome ?

F2 Our

The battell of Alcazar

Our cheerfull onfet croft in fpringing hope, The braue and mightie prince, Duke of Auero Slaine in my fight, now ioy betide his ghoft, For like a lyon did he beare himfelfe. Our battels are all now difordered, And by our horfes ftrange retiring backe, Our middle wing of foot-men ouer-rod. 1380 Stukley, alas I fee my ouer-fight,

Falfe hearted Mahamet, now to my coft, I fee thy trecherie, warnd to beware A face fo full of fraud and villanie.

Alarums within, and they runne out, and two fet vp-

pon Stukley, and he driueth them in. Then enter the Moore and his boy flying. Moore. Villaine, a horfe. Boy. Oh my Lord, if you returne you die. Moore. Villaine I faie, giue me a horfe to flie, 1390 To fwimme the riuer villaine, and to flie.

Exit boy. Where fhall I finde fome vnfrequented place. Some vncouth walke where I may curfe my fill, My ftarres, my dam, my planets and my nurfe, The fire, the aire, the water, and the earth. All caufes that haue thus confpirde in one. To nourifh and preferue me to this fhame. Thou that wert at my birth predominate. Thou fatall ftarre, what planet ere thou be, 1400 Spit out thy poifon bad, and all the ill

That fortune, fate or heauen may bode a man. Thou Nurfe infortunate, guiltie of all : Thou mother of my life that broughtft me forth, Curft maift thou be for fuch a curfed fonne, Curft be thy fonne with euerie curfe thou haft. Ye Elements of whome confifts this clay,

This

in Barbarie.

This mafle of flefh, this curfed crazed corpes, Deftroy, difTolue, difturbe, and disfipate, What water, earth, and aire conieald.

Alarums and enter the boy. 1410

Boy. Oh my Lorde, thefe rulthlefle Moores purfue you at the heeles, And come amaine to put you to the fword. Moore. A horfe, a horfe, villaine a horfe, That I may take the riuer ftraight and flie,

Boy. Here is a horfe my Lord, As fwiftly pac'd as Pegafus, Mount thee thereon, and faue thy felfe by flight.

Moore. Mount me I will, But may I neuer pafle the riuer till I be 1420

Reuengde vpon thy foule accurfed Abdilmelec, If not on earth, yet when we meete in hell, Before grim Minos, Rodamant, and Eocus, The cumbat will I craue vpon thy ghoft. And drag thee thorough the lothfome pooles. Of Lethes, Stikes, and firie Phlegiton.

Exit. Alarums. Enter Stukley with two Italians.

Here. Stand traitor, ftand ambitious Engli(h-man, 1430 Proud Stukley ftand, and ftirre not ere thou die. Thy forwardnes to follow wrongfull armes. And leaue our famous expedition earft. Intended by his holynes for Ireland, Fouly hath here betraide, and tide vs all To ruthlefte furie of our heathen foe. For which as we are fure to die, Thou fhalt paie fatisfaction with thy bloud.

Fj Stuk.

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Stuk. Auant bafe villaines, twit ye me with fhame

1440 Or infamie of this iniurious warre?

When he that is the iudge of right and wrong Determines battaile as him pleafeth beft. But fith my ftarres bode me this tragicke end That I muft perrifh by thefe barbarous Moores, Whofe weapons haue made pafTage for my foule That breakes from out the prifon of my breft, Ye proud malicious dogges of Italy Strike on, ftrike downe this body to the earth Whofe mounting minde ftoopes to no feeble ftroke.

1450 Stab him.

lonas. Why fuffer we this Englifh man to Hue ? Villaine bleed on, thy blood in chanels run And meet with thofe whome thou to death haft doon

Exeunt. Stuk, Thus Stukley flaine with many a deadly ftab, Dyes in thefe defart feilds of Affrica. Harke freindes, and with the ftory of my life Let me beguile the torment of my death. In Englands London Lordings was I borne,

1460 On that braue Bridge, the barre that thwarts the Thames. My golden dayes, my yonger carelefTe yeeres, Were when I toucht the height of Fortunes wheele. And liu'd in affluence of wealth and eafe. Thus in my Countrie carried long aloft, A difcontented humor draue me thence To crofle the Seas to Ireland, then to Spaine, There had I welcome and right royall pay Of Phillip, whome fome call the Catholique King,

1470 There did Tom Stukley glitter all in golde, Mounted vpon his lennet white as fnowe, Shining as Phoebus in King Phillips Court, There like a Lord, famous Don Stukley liu'd,

For

in Barbaric.

For fo they calde me in the Court of Spaine

Till for a blowe I gaue a Bifhops man,

A ftrife gan rife betweene his Lord and me,

For which, we both were banifht by the King.

From thence, to Rome rides Stukley all a flaunt,

Receiud with royall welcomes of the Pope.

There was I grac'd by Gregorye the great, 1480

That then created me Marquis of Ireland.

Short be my tale, becaufe my life is fhort.

The coafl: of Italy and Rome I left.

Then was I made Leiftennant Generall

Of thofe fmall Forces that for Ireland went.

And with my companies embarkt at Auftria

My Sayles I fpred, and with thefe men of warre

In fatal! houre at Lifliborne we ariu'd.

From thence to this, to this hard exigent

Was Stukley driuen to fight or els to dye, 1490

Dar'd to the field, that neuer could endure

To heare God Mars his drum, but he muft martch.

Ah fweet Sebafl:ian, hadft thou beene well aduifde

Thou mightft haue manag'd armes fucfeffully.

But from our Cradles we were marked all

And defliinate to dye in Affric heere.

Stukley, the fl:ory of thy life is tolde,

Here breath thy lafl: and bid thy freindes farwell.

And if thy Countries kindnes be fo much.

Then let thy Countrie kindely ring thy knell. 1500

Now goe, and in that bed of honour dye

Where braue Sebafl:ians breathles Courfe doth lye.

Heere endeth Fortune, rule, and bitter rage :

Heere ends Tom Stukleys pilgrimage. He dyeth

Enter Muly Mahomet Seth and his traine, with Drums and Trumpets. Muly. Retreat is founded through our Camp, & now

From

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' Now haft thou fit as > ^ '™'ff thy houfe,

To thy foules -T -/^^"^^J^s of 'V men,

The trophes and *e trmmp ^ j_^

Great Abdilmelec and the Uoa B

Hath made thy ^"^["^f^d fates^ath tane from thee,

His friends whom ^ea* a/^d ta

Lo this was he that was Ae peop ^. J^^ ^^^

■'4:rrhry^r«Kfer^pe.oaaimd

^^ilV:haurm;to-rde, and rich rewardes pro-

P°*^^, c ^. ttip hodie of the king, For them that fi>«l« '•^/j^^^i^ ;„ their charge, For by thofe gf^^- *at ha^ ^„ ^eath.

We vnderftand that he w p^.t^gals

And for his fearch two pruo

Arefetatlargetofindether™ ^^^^^ ^^^ ^^^^

,„, M«/^ M«A. But of the tra.

^^ no newes. r -^ the foord?

That fled the field and foughUo fwnn^^^^^ ^^^ ^.^ ^^„

Zareo. Not yet my Lo^'^' ^V^.e he hants. „ And with his finger po- ""^^^^n this earth beftow

Muly Mah. So let i rdt, a ^^_^^^^j^

This princely coarfe, till further

^"/'""'wom him to thee as true fucceeding pnnce,

Zareo. trom mn honors tipes.

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With Gods defence and yours fhall I keepe.

Enter two Portugals with the bodie of the king.

Port. As gaue your grace in charge, right roiall prince, The fields and fandie plaines we haue furuaide, And euen among the thickeft of his Lords, The noble king of Portugall we found Wrapt in his coulours coldly on the earth, And done to death with many a mortall wound. 1550

Mah. Lo here my Lords, this is the earth and claie. Of him that earft was mightie king of Portugall, There let him lie, and you for this be free, To make returne from hence to chriftendome.

Enter two bringing in the Moore.

One. Long Hue the mightie king of Barbary.

Mah. Welcome my friend, what bodie haft thou there ?

One. The bodie of the ambitious enemie, That fquandred all this bloud in Affrica, 1560

Whofe mallice fent fo many foules to hell. The traitor Muly Mahamet doo I bring. And for thy flaue I throw him at thy feet.

Mah. Zareo, giue this man a rich reward. And thanked be the God of iuft reuenge. That he hath giuen our foe into our hands, Beaftly, vnarmed, flauifh, full of fhame. But faie, how came this traitor to his end }

One, Seeking to faue his life by ftiamefull flight, He mounteth on a hot Barbarian horfe, 1 570

And fo in purpofe to haue paft the ftreame. His headftrong ftead throwes him from out his feate. Where diuing oft for lacke of fkill to fwim,

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It was my chance alone to fee him drownd, Whom by the heeles I dragd from out the poole, And hether haue him brought thus filde with mud.

Mah. A death too good for fuch a damned wretch, But fith our rage and rigor of reuenge, By violence of his end preuented is,

1580 That all the world may learne by him to auoide, To hall on princes to iniurious warre, His fkin we will be parted from his flefh, And being ftifned out and ftuft with ftrawe, So to deterre and feare the lookers on, From anie fuch foule fact or bad attempt, Awaie with him.

And now my Lords, for this chriftian king, My Lord Zareo, let it be your charge. To fee the fouldiers tread a folempne march,

1590 Trailing their pikes and Enfignes on the ground, So to performe the princes funeralls.

Here endeth the tragicall battell of Alcazar.

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