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A LARUM FOR LONDON

1602

THE MALONE SOCIETY REPRINTS

This reprint of the Larum for London has been prepared under the direction of the General Editor.

Dec. 1913. W. W. Greg.

The following entry is found in the Register of the Stationers' Company:

^9 maij [1600] . . .

Entred for his copie vnder the handes of the wardens, the Allarum to master London, provided that yt be not printed without further Aucthoritie . vjd Robertes

[Arber's Transcript, iii. itfi.]

The quarto that appeared with the date 1602 was printed, with the device of Edward Allde, for William Ferbrand. How the copy came into his possession is not known, for no transfer appears in the Register, and Roberts, it would seem, failed to obtain the necessary authority. The quarto is printed in roman type approximating in size to modern pica (20 11. = 8 3 mm.) Copies are in the British Museum and the Bodleian Library. The latter wants the two leaves of signature G and is also mutilated in other parts : the former wants G 2, while G i is mutilated. There are also two copies in the Dyce collection at South Kensington, both perfect but one having the last leaf mutilated. Another copy is in the possession of the Duke of Devonshire. The present reprint is based on the copy in the Bodleian Library so far as it goes, but all the three copies in London have also been consulted.

The title-page assigns the piece to the Lord Chamberlain's men. There is no trace thereof in the repertory of the company at the period of their association with Henslowe, which terminated in the summer of 15-94. Presumably, therefore, the play was first produced between the autumn of 1^94 and the spring of 1600. It is based on a pamphlet called the Spoil of Antwerp^ which appeared in 15-76, and the poet George Gascoigne's authorship of which has now been definitely established. The play has been ascribed to Thomas Lodge, but without reason assigned : it has likewise been supposed to be the outcome of collaboration between Marlowe and Shakespeare.

LIST OF DOUBTFUL READINGS, &c.

N.B. — The following is primarily a list of those passages in which the reading of the original is open to question, but it also includes certain readings which are evident typographical blunders, or which are liable to be mistaken for such, this being necessary as a defence of the accuracy ot the reprint. It makes, however, no pretence of supplying a complete list of errors and corruptions, still less of offering any criticism or emendation, nor does the appearance of a reading in this list necessarily imply that it is incorrect.

On the whole the printing of the present play is fairly accurate. A certain tendency to omit the period after stage directions will be noticed. It looks as though matter had been omitted on C i at the end of Sc. iii. No variants between different copies have been observed.

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VI

LIST OF CHARACTERS

in order of appearance.

TIME, prologue and epilogue.

SANCTO DANILA, a Spanish captain.

two Captains.

CORNELIUS VAN END.

a Gunner.

two Burgers.

ALVA, the Spanish general.

three Citizens.

ALONZO VERDTJGO.

JULIAN ROMERO.

Marquis d'HAUVRYE.

Count EGMONT.

CHAMP AIGNE.

English Governor.

the Wife of Champaigne.

a burger's wife.

STUMP, a lame lieutenant.

two rascal Soldiers.

GODFREY, friend of the English

Governor's. a Soldier. an old Citizen. a Factor.

the Daughter of the old Citizea a Captain, serving with Stump.

two Spaniards.

HARM AN, an old blind man.

the Wife of Harman.

a burger's wife.

three Soldiers.

a fat Burger.

two Soldiers.

Soldiers, pennon bearers, &c. Van End's page.

Stump's real name is Vaughan, as appears from Sc. xiii, 11. 1389, &c. ; cf. Sc. ix. That Cornelius and Van End are one person is proved by 11. 4.11-1.

Many of the names are corrupt. Sancto Danila is Sancho d'Avila, the leader of a body of mutinous Spaniards. The Marquis d'Hauvrye, Gascoigne's d'Havrey, is the Marquis of Havre*. Champaigne is Champagny, the governor of Antwerp. Egmont is of course Gascoigne's young Count d'Egmont, not the famous Egmont who was executed in iy<>8. Alonzo Verdugo is Gascoigne's Dom Alonso de Vergas, Julian Romero his Juliane de Romero. The Duke of Alva had left the Netherlands nearly three years before.

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A L A R V M

FO

LON DO NT,

O R

$HE $lET>qE OE

ANTWERP E,

With the ventrcms adtes and valo rous deeds of the lame Soldier. •

As it hath been play de by the right Honorabjc

the Lord Charbcrlaiuc his Scruants.

LO l^D O NJ

Printed for William Fcrbrand, and arc to b«

fold it bis {hop in Popes-head Alley, ouer againft the Is - ucrncdoorcpcctCihc R

A I RECTO (BODL.)

J\ Larum for London , or the

ficdgeof Antwcrpc: with thcvcrtuous

aftes and valorous decdes of the lame Soldier.

JEmi San ft o Danila a id Wo other Capt tines.

Dani. £ O.leaue me now,and in mine abfence, fee ^SThac not a Soldier pcarch vpon the walle$| ^-^ Lead by the Cictizens they be eipyed, And thereupon they grow fulpicious* Pe gone. and giue the Centenels in charge^ Thev hauc an eye vnto the Southcrae Port : And heaic ycc?ifthatany forces come, Let th? m be (haight rcceiu'd into the Caftle^ Eu: with as litrle tumult as you may.

Cap. Itftallbedonemy Lord.

DM. We mufl be fecret,as befits the carej A nd expedition of fo great a caufe j jfnttocrpt is wealthy , but withail fecure, Our Soldiers want the crowncs they furfct with," And therefore flie muft Iparc from foorthhcr fiorci To helpe her neighbours ; nay flic (hall be ibrc*tf To ftrip her of her pouches,and on the b *cke$ 4 Of Spanish Soldicrs,hang her coRlicft roabes. The plot already is dctenrJn'dof; Andfay ^»wf/wjdocbutkeepchiswordf TheU fwiUing Epicures (hall taftc of death,

A ^ RECTO (BODL.)

A LARVM

FOR

LONDON,

O R THE SI EDGE OF

ANTWERPE. With the ventrous actes and v alo-

rous deeds of the lame Soldier.

As it hath been playde by the right Honorable the Lord Charberlaine his Seruants.

LONDON,

Printed for William Ferbrand , and are to bee fold at his ihop in Popes-head Alley, ouer againft theTa- ucrne doore,neere the Royall-Exchange.

Pro/ogus.

Enter Time.

ROund through the compajfe of this earthly ball, The majjle fubjlance hanging in the skie, Hath fleeting Time purfu'd thisfroward age ; And fear cht the worlds corrupt enormities. Heere found J fome, defpite my hoary fcalpe, There found I Courtiers laught my courfe to f come, In that place daintie mouthed Damfels fcoffe, Sticking my feathers with their borrowed plumes, As though my beauty were not good enough. And now thisfaire concourfe heere met together, That haue calme leafure to beholde their faultes, yyithin my furrowed bofome deepe ingrau d : Like a fteefeforgd imprefsion (fixed firme) Are met together: you will fcorne my wants, Laugh at my lamenes, lookebafely,fume andfrowne: But doe fo, doe fo, your proude eyes fhall fee The punijhment of Citty cruelty : And if your hearts be not of Adamant, Reforme the mifchiefe of degenerate mindes, And make you weepe in pure relenting kinde.

FINIS.

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A Larum for London, or the

fiedge of Antwerpe: with the vertuous

actes and valorous deedes of the lame Soldier.

Enter Sancto Danila and two other Captaines. Sc. ;

Dani. O O, leaue me now, and in mine ab fence, fee .^%That not a Soldier pearch vpon the walks ; ^^Lealt by the Cittizens they be efpyed, And thereupon they grow flifpicions. Be gone, and giue the Centenels in charge, They haue an eye vnto the Southerne Port : And heare yee ? if that any forces come, Let them be ftraight receiu'd into the Caftle, But with as little tumult as you may. 10

Cap. It (hall be done my Lord. Exeunt.

Dan. We muft be fecret, as befits the care, And expedition of fo great a caufe; Antwerpe is wealthy, but withall fecure, Our Soldiers want the crownes they furfet with, And therefore fhe muft fpare from foorth her (lore, To helpe her neighbours ; nay fhe fhall be forc't, To (trip her of her pouches, and on the backes Of Spanifh Soldiers, hang her coftlieft roabes. The plot already is determined of, 20

And fay Cornelius doe but keepe his word ; Thefe (willing Epicures fhall tafte of death,

A a Whilft

A Larum for London. Whilfl we furuiue to rifle their rich Coffers.

Enter Cornelius.

Heere comes the man, welcome Cornelius, I fee you make religion of your word.

Cor. Speake foftly good my Lord, leaft yee be heard, The Cittizens are fcouting heere about.

Dan. Not one Cornelius dare approach Ib neere, The Caftle (hot keepes them in greater awe, 30

And for difcouery by the eye, feare not ; Within this valley we may talke at large, And no man lee vs : fay are you refblu'd, To fland firme friend vnto the Spaniard ? And Sancto Danila vowes you fhall partake, Both fpoyle and honour with the belt of vs.

Cor. Suppofe my Lord I gaue you my confent, In all the world there's not (at my commaund) Aboue fixe hundred Almaignes ; you your felfe, Are in the Caftle, fcarce a thoufand ftrong, 40

And what are thefe to facke fo great a towne ? So populous and large as slntweerpe is. The Cittizens (were they but polliticke, Carefull and ftudious to preferue their peace) Might at an houres warning, fill their ftreetes, With fortie thoufand well appointed Soldiers.

Dan. I, but they are remiffe and negligent, Their bodies vf 'd to foft effeminate filkes, And their nice mindes fet all on dalliance ; Which makes them fat for flaughter, fit for fpoile : 50 But fay twere otherwife that in their peace And daies of plenty, whilft they flourifhed They had fore-feene the daunger might enfue, And exercife themfelues in feates of armes; Yet wee being fble commaunders of the Caftle, And that commaunding them, what let is there, (Were we much weaker) but we might preuaile ?

When

A Larum for London.

When once the Alarum foundes (like filly mice)

They'll hyde them in the creuice of their walks,

And fbme for ignorance, will ftand amaz'd; 6°

And fbme will be fb tender of their flefh,

As they will fcorne to beare the weight of fteele.

No, no braue Almaigne, if men euer had

A fit occafion to inrich themfelues,

And fill the vail world with their ecchoing fame ;

Now is that inftant put into our hands ;

And now may we be Lords of this proude towne:

My minde deuines no lefle, and till my feete

Tread a venturous meafure in their ftreetes,

I fhall be ficke to thinke vpon the deed. 70

Cor. I wifh my Lord as much as you detaine, But fuch an enter prife muft be well grounded, Leaft in performance there be found defect.

Dan. What patient eye can looke vpon yond Turrets, And fee the beauty of that flower of Europe^ And in't be rauifht with the fight of her ? Oh fhe is amorous as the wanton ayre, And muft be Courted : from het noftrils comes A breath, as fweete as the Arabian fpice. Her garments are imbrodered with pure golde ; 80

And euery part fo rich and fumptuous, As Indias not to be compar'd to her ; She muft be Courted, mary her felfe inuites, And beckons vs vnto her fportfiill bed : What is he then more lumpifh than rude Iron, By fuch a load-ftarre may not be attempted ? Oh braue Cornelius^ if within thy vaines, There be that heate of vallour ? I prefume ; Let vs fbr-flowe no time, till wee obtaine To Reuell in that bower of earthly blifle. 9°

Cor. My Lord, what lyes in me yee fhall difpofe, My Regiment of Almaignes, and my felfe, Will on the fir ft aflault reuolt to you ;

A 3 Meane

A Lamm for London.

Meane (pace He giue you clofe intelligence,

Of any thing the Cittizens pretend:

But as I faid, what makes this to the fpoile,

Of fiich a mighty Citty as this is,

Vnlefle we be confirm 'd with more fupply ?

Dan. Beholde this fcroule and be refolu'd in that, From Naftricht firfl there comes a thoufand horfe, 100

Befide fiue hundred foote : vnder the guiding Of Don <dlonzo de Uerdugo : Then From Leyre doth fulian de Romero, bring Fiue hundred foote ; From ^elft two thoufand more Follow the conduct of Emanuell; The Duke of sllua likwife brings his power, And for a better cullour, to delude Thefe credulous inhabitants of Antwe rpey He caufeth it be publifht he is dead,

And that his Soldiers guard his body hyther, IIO

To haue it fhipt for Spaine to be interd : Which well may ferue to fhaddow his approach, The reft by night fhall haue their entraunce ; So that within two daies I make account, We fhall be gathered to a perfect head, Of (at the leaft) fixe thoufand Spaniards.

Cor. I mary my Lord, this foundeth fomewhat like, Now dares Cornelius promife victorie. But how intendes your Lordfhip to begin, And giue an entraunce to this bufines ? n0

You know th'Antwerpians neuer yet tooke part, In any action gainft his Maiefty, But haue remained as neutrall, neyther ayding The Prince of Orenge, nor offending you : How will you then inkindle flambes of warre, And take occafion to commence your quarrell ?

Dan. Why any way ; it fhall be thus Cornelius^ He charge the Mafter Gunner of the Caftle, To make a fhot or two vpon the towne ;

And

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And when they come to know the caufe of it, 130

He fay it was, becaufe they doe not fincke,

The Prince of Orenge (hips : but differ them

To lye fo neere within the Lyuer Skalde,

Which notwithilanding, we precifely know,

Doe houer there about, to no end elfe,

But to fafe conduct victuals to the towne.

Yet this excuie will ferue to cloake our hate,

And (hew fome reafon for what after follows.

Cor. It cannot be but good my noble Lord, And fhortly (as their dayly cuftome is) H°

Changing the Gouernor and other Burgers, Intend a folemne banquet at the State-houfe. Euen then, and at that place, giue you direction, The Gunner take his Leuill ; twill affright, And ftrike the greater terror to their fbules.

Dan. Enough, He play them Mulicke to their meate, And fend fiich Reuellers into the roome, As fome of them (hall haue carouft their laft, The moft I crane, is that Cornelius Will be as conilant as he hath profefl.

Cor. Once more my Lord I gage my hand with yours, And as he is a Soldier and a Knight, Cornelius vowes to be a friend to Spaine.

Dan. I take thy word faire Knight, and backe againe Returne the like to thee ; both I and mine, For euer vow to loue and honour thee : Now breake we off our fecret conference, And clofely as we came vnto this place, So let vs circumfpectly make retreate. Walke thou into the towne as if thou hadffc But only come abroad to take the ayre. I to the Caftle will with-draw my felfe Downe fome backe way, and euer as we need, Be this our meeting place, till Antwerpe bleed.

Cor. Farewell my Lord, Cornelius is agreed. Exeunt

Enter

A Lamm for London.

Enter Danila and the Gunner. Sc. ii

Dan. What Ordinance haue you laden on that part ?

Gun. A Faulcon and two Harguebuz of Crocke.

Dan. What telft thou me of Harguebuz of Crocke ? A poxe vpon your rafcall fquibs and crackers, 170

Haue you been loading all this day till now, And come you with your Harguebuz of Crocke ? A plague vpon't.

Gun. My Lord, blame your direction : neuerthelefle, Not full aflured of your Lordfhips pleafure, We haue raif 'd the Cannons that came laft fromffar/am, And planted them this morning for the purpofe.

Dan. Twas well aduif 'd ; but Gunner for what part ?

Gun. That's as it pleafe your Honour to direct,

Dan. That's for the State-houfe Gunner, where theDuch 180 Sit fwilling in the pride of their exceffe ; Commend vs to them, tell them we haue fent Muficke to make them merry at theyr Feafl : Goe bid thy full-mouth 'd Cannon, much good doo't them, Should we difcharge fbme fcuruie Culuering, They'll thinke we are about fome fire-worke, To make them fport with. For fure they fall a fleepe vpon full ftomackes, Shoote me their State-houfe through both the fides, And tell them thou didft it for their health, 190

To keepe them waking.

Gun. I warrant you my Lord, He peirce her fides, Or neuer thinke me worke-man whilft I Hue. Exit,

Dan. I will not f tirre till I haue heard the (hot. Goe light thy Linckftocke at fbme hellifh brand, To fend blacke vengeance to that hated towne ; Let euery corne of powder be a fpirit, Thy mortall ayme as ominous as death, And neuer a fplinter thatthe Bullet ftrikes,

But

A Larum for London.

But let it prooue a very murdering piece, 100

Amongft the Burgers at their Banqueting, To vomit horred plagues vpon them all.

The peice difcharges.

There be thou like the Club of Hercules^ Amongft the Bouzing Bacchanalian centures, To beate their Renifh Cannes about their eares.

A great J creeks heard within, Good lucke I hope, hark how the fbdaine noyfe Incountring with the Cannons loude report, Stops his full mouth, with the reuerberate found, no

And fils the circle of the emptie ay re.

Enter two Burgers running.

1 Bur. The Shot what from the Caftle queftionlefle.

2 Bur. The fmoke and the report may tell you fb. / Bur. And certainly intended at our Hues.

2 Bur. Call to the Gouernour.

/ Bur. Hee's walking heere without the Caftle : ftay, The Cittizens haue fent me to demaund, On what occafion, or by whofe commaundement, You haue difcharg'd this (hot vpon the towne?

Dan. At my commaund Sir, what is that to you ?

2 Bur. Then thy command (I tell thee Sancto DaniJa) Is deuilifli and vnchriftian ;

Which palling through the State-houfe of the Cittie, Hath flaine three perfbns.

Dan. Three froathy Renifh fats that haue drunk dead, Or in their cuppes haue falne to cutting throates, And fearing that it would be noif 'd abroad, To couer your foule Beftiall Gurmandize, Giue it out to be a fhot fent from the Caftle.

i Bur. That men are flaine wee 11 not expoftulate, But Gouernor, was it by your commaundement ?

Dan. Tell me you men of Antwerpe^ If you doe ftartle at a Cannons burft,

B Why

A Larum for London.

Why fuffer you the Prince of Orenge Ships,

To ride vpon the riuer at their pleafure ?

And with their fleering tops to mocke our Fames,

The whilfl: the Sconfes which doe flancke the Riuer,

Serue but for Fifhers to vnload their nets ;

Whilfl Cankering rufl, deuoures your emptie Cannons : 140

And they lye hulling vp and downe the flreame ?

Burgers of Antwerpe anfwere me to this.

2 Bur. They be of Zea/and,an.d the Princeof Orenge

Hath euer been a friend vnto the State.

Dan. But enemy vnto the King my Mafler ;

Therefore they fhall not ride vpon the ryuer ;

Which if your owne fecurity doe fuffer,

Wee'll make our Ban-dogs to awake your towne. / Bur. Is that the caufe and reafbn of your fhot ? Dan. Burger it is. ijo

2 Bur. You fhould haue fent vs word of your diflike : Dan. Why fo we did, did we not fend our poafl

Euen now vnto you ?

And wrapt our Packet in a ball of lead ?

I thinke we fent a bolde Embaflador,

That fpoke our minde in thunder : did he not ?

You might before haue knowne of our diflike,

But that we did perceiue you would not fee,

Twas well you heard of vs.

A Jignet founded^ enter two with mourning penons: a D rum 1 60 founding a dead march : Dalua carried vpon a horfe couered with blacke : Soldiers after^ tray- ling their Pykes.

No Cittizens of Antwerpe^ this the caufe That makes you carelefle and neglect our power, The death of Princelie Dalua^ had he liu'd, The Fleete of Orenge had not traded thus, Nor brau'd our Caflle.

Enter

A Larum for Loudon.

Enter two or three Cittizens running.

1 Cit. I pray God they meane not to aflault the towne. 170

2 Ctt. Tis Da/uas Body brought vnto the Caftle.

3 Ctt. I would he had come thus, when he came firft Into thefe Countries.

/ Cit. So would I, what's become of this damned fiend?

2 Cit. Let the deuill looke to that, for he has moft right

to him.

3 Cit. I would the cowe hyde were off, wee might fee

the foure quarters. / Cit. A plague goe with him.

2 Cit. There will beolde tryumphingin hell. l8°

3 Cit. There will be olde flipping of boy ling leade. / Cit. That Dalua was a bloudy villaine.

2 Cit. He was worfe then the Spanifh inquifition.

3 Cit. Well, if euer man would haue eaten vp the Ca-

niballes, twas he. / Cit. I feare nothing but one. 2 Cit. What's that? / Cit. That the people will curfe him out ofs graue.

2 Cit. I am glad they haue curft him into it.

3 Cit. Well, it was neuer heard that Dalua was dead, ^90 But there was fbme notable villanie followed it.

/ Cit. What doft thou thinke he will reuiue againe ?

2 Cit. If he doe, the deuil's on't, He neuer truft death

on's word for a halfe pennie.

3 Cit. Come, wee'll mourne in facke for him. Exeunt. Bur. Come, let's retyre our felues into the State-houfe,

Tis Da/uas body brought into the Caftle. Exeunt

Dan. March neerer to the Caftle with your hearfe, Before you fet it downe.

Alu. in the hearfe. What are thofe villaines gone that 300 Sould. They are my Lord. (rayl'd vpon me ?

Alu. Set downe and let me light,

He comes from vnder the hearfe. B x I would

A Larum for London.

I would not heare my felfe againe fb rayl'd on Not for halfe Belgia.

Zwounds the dogs barke at me, a pkgue vpon them all, I thinke they doe uot hate the Deuill fo ; Dalua is neuer nam'd but with a curfe, Thinke but thefe roages, this is a tyme to dye, And heare thefe damned dogs reuile me thus : 310

Well, I am dead, but Alms fpirit (ere long) Shall haunt your ghoftes, and with a fatall troope, Come in the dreadful! night about your walles, Grimme death did nere affright the fearfull martiall, As I will fright thefe Bouzing Begians : Whofe that aboue ? Lord Sane to Danila ? Dan. My Lord of Alua^ enter the Caftle.

Alua enters and his troope. JEnferAlonzo Verdugo, and his Soldiers with a ft ill march.

O the Lord F'erdugo^ and his Regiment, 310

From Mafcrichtl tis well.

jEnferlutian Romero, and bis power with ajiillmarch.

Tulian Romero and his Regiment from Leyrel My Lord Romero where is Don Emanueltf To bring the power that we expect from Alft.

Rom. Who's that ? Lord Sane to Danila ? Hee's entred on the other fide the Caftle, Withall his power.

Dan. Not yet full ten, my minde prefageth good, Antwerpe ere night, fhall bath her felfe in bloud. Exunt. 3 3 °

Enter Marques d'Hauurye, Egmount, Champaigne, Van &. H End and his Page : Englijh Gouernor and one Burger.

Mar. Monfieur Champaigne , great Antwerpes Gouer- Will you refufe thefe faire and frefh fupplyes ? (nour,

Sent

A Larum for London.

Sent from the Prince of Orerige and the States, Vnder our Conduct for your Citties guard ?

Cham. Lord Marques Hauurye, we reiect them not, Nor yet neglect the loue of that great Prince, And our kinde friend the Co-vnited States : But fince we haue no neede of fuch a power, 340

Why fhould we pefler Antwerpe with fuch troupes, To fpend the victuals of the Cittizens, Which we can fcarcely compafle now for gilt.

Egm. The Prince & States will furnifh yee with ftore, To feede the Army and relieue the Towne.

Cham. It may be fo.

Bur. And it may not be fb.

Mar. Our words and honours be engag'd for it.

Eng. Gou. Vnder correction my Lord Gouernour, The Marques and Count Egmonts noble words, 35°

(Although the Prince of Orenge and the States Should be forgetfull) were a pawne of worth.

Mar. What fayes the Collonell of the Almaines to it?

Van. This is Fan Ends opinion my good Lord, That the rich promife of fuch noble Peeres, As Marques Hauurie and Count Egmont are, Is pawne enough for all the Citties wealth.

Bur. The Almaine lyes, wealth is worth more than wordes. Standing ajide.

Cham. I way their promife with my found beliefe, 360 And tye my thoughts to their aflured truft, Yet are there many reafons of import, To barre your Armies entrance to this towne.

Egm. The graund obiection is decyded.

Cham. True.

Egm. The lefler then are eafily refeld.

Cham. Suppofe the Prince & States do Victuall them, Yet their diforder in our Ciuell ftreetes, May be pernitious, and breede mutinie.

Mar. By this fuppofall you enfeeble vs, 370

B And

A Larum for London.

And taxe our worth with indifcretion, As though our skill and our Authority, Stood vpon bales of weake difcipline.

Bur. We faid not fb, and yet their ryotings, May taynt our wiues and ieoperdize our wealth.

'Dan. In filence be it my Lord, you need the not. Tocham

Egm. All ryots fhall be death by martiall law, (afide. And all commaunders, fhall be vigilent Ouer their troopes, that order may he kept.

Cham. MyLordsofjLgmounfzndofffauurye, 38°

What are your numbers ?

Mar. luft 3000. foote, One thoufand horfe, 800. at the leaft.

Eng. Gou. An honourable tender of true friends, To fend fuch ayde for fafeguard of your Citty. (Afide.

Bur. Twill fhake our bags too much to pay fo many.

Cham. At whofe expence fhall all this army reft ?

Egm. Some part your felues, fome part the Prince will

Cham. Sixe hundred Almaignes are our garifon, (pay. A guard fufficient to defende our walles, 390

And men enough, becaufe we need no more.

Bur. And they too many to be paide by vs.

Van. O may thefe flaues refufe this fuccour fent, Their myferie fhall bring their miferie. A fide.

Mar. Count Egmont, furelie Antwerpe is bewitcht, Securitie hath flaine their prouidence, Take Egm. afide And riches makes them retchles of their friends ; We muft aflume the charge vpon our felues, And pray the Prince and States to beare the pay ; Or elfe their priuate auarice, will pull 4°°

Publicke deftruction on this flower of townes, To the difgrace of all the Netherlands.

Egm. I will make tender of fo much to them, Two monthes the Prince of Orenge and the States, And we our felues, will pay foure thoufand men : If afterward, our powers be not of vfe,

We

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We fhall withdraw them to their Prouinces. May this content you curious Cittizens ?

Cham. The offer is fo Honorable now, As modeftiy, we cannot challenge it: 410

Captaine Cornelius what's your counfell ?

Fan. This:

Say that you feare the Spaniards will conceiue Afide to Some high difpleafure, if you take them in, Champ. My Lords thefe fat purf 'd peafants are fo proude, Friends and defence, are leffe efleem'd then pelfe.

Mar. Gouernor of Antwerpe^ how are you refolu'd ?

Cham My Lords, the Prince ofOrenge and your felues, And all the States deferue our dutious loue And humble feruice : firfl, for fending power, 410

Then promifing pay and victuals for that power : But with your pardon, yet there is a let, That makes vs loath to take your armie in.

JEgm. What let Champaigns ?

Champ. The Spanifh Gouernor, Danila, commaunder of the Caflle heere, If we receiue your troopes into our Towne, Will iudge we haue fome purpofe of reuolt, And raifing armes againfl the King of Spaine.

Mar. What if he doe? 430

Cham. His fierie fpirit enflam'd, Will fend out bullets from the Cittadell, And teare the fumptuous buildings of our towne.

Bur. As late he did when we were banqueting, And thought no harme, but drinking health to health, He (hot, and flew fbme innocent poore fbules, And rent our State-houfe and fome buildings elfe.

Fan. Hee'll rend you better if our purpofe holde.

Egm. What was the caufe ?

Cham. Becaufe we did not fincke, 440

The Prince of Orenge Ships, that lay to waft Prouifion to our Citty vp the Riuer.

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Eng. Gouer. Obferue by that you difcreete Gouernors, What loue or faith the Spaniard holdes with you, That for his pride would haue your Citty pine ; Hauing deftroy'd the come on Flaunders fide, And croff'd a bridge of Conuoy to your towne ; Then that the Riuer ihould not victuall you, He wifh'd you finke that (hipping in the Skelt.

Egm. Collect by this the Spaniards crueltie, 4?o

Who though occafion fhould not come from you, Would picke a quarrell for occafion, To facke your Cittie, and to lucke your bloud, To fatisfie his pride and luxurie : Let Harlem^ Marftricht, Alft example you, And many Citties models of his wrath, Thinke on my Father and the Countie Home, Whofe tragedie, if I recount with ruth, May mooue the ftones of Antwerpe to relent. They feru'd the Spaniard as his Liedge-men fworne, 460 Yet, for they did but wifti their countrie good, He pickt a quarrell, and cut off their heades. Burgers, the Spaniard wakes to take your liues, That he may fpoyle your towne, your wealth, your wiues

Eng. Gou. Receiueyour friends, preuent his treachery, Leaft vnawares you tafte his tirranye.

Mar. What benefit (good Country-men) gaine we, That proftitute our fortunes and our bloud, In your defence ?

Cham. Say, fhall we let them in ? 470

Van. In troth I thinke the Spaniard meanes no harme.

Cham. Meane what he may, wee'll not offend fuch As thefe, the Prince of Orenge and the State, (friends, Your Armie is at Kibdorpe Port you fay ?

Mar. There ftay our forces.

Cham. We will let them in, And quarter them with all conuenient fpeede, Fan End draw vp your Almaignes to one place,

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And keep good rule for feare of ciuill braules, And now my Lords I will attend on you. 480

Exeunt Champ. Marq. Egm.

Bur. I will attend to locke and guard my doores, And keepe my wealth, my wife, and daughter fafe, For feare thefe hungry foldiers get a fnatch. Exit

Manet Fan and his boy.

J^an. Yonker come heere, hafte to the Caflle wall, And call to fpeake with Sancto Danila^ Tell him from me, the Flies begin to fwarme ; The Sunne growes hot, the heards do fhake their homes, The Shepheards bring great flockes home to the folde ; 490 Say, if the Butcher (laughter not in time, The beaftes will fiirfet, and the Soldiers pyne ; Therefore begin before one glaffe be runne, And we fhall win ere fetting of the Sunne : Remember this, be fecret and away. Exit boy.

Now (Antwerpe) comes the Spaniards holly-day, With them ioyne I, my fhare is in the gold, I runne with the Hare, and with the hound I holde ; This Sunday fhall be difmall to the towne, The Burgers dye, their gallant wiues goe downe. ?oo

As he is going out Stumpe encounters him.

Enter Burger, Champaigne, and their wiues. Sc. fa

Bur. Afore good wife, I feare that all's not well, Monfieur Champaigne what's your opinion ?

Cham. Doubtles, the Spaniards do intend fbme hurt, Harke how the tumult ftill increafeth ?

Wife. Forfhame,

Be not fo fearefull, fay that for fome offence, Eyther commenced, or but in conceipt ; The Spaniards were maliciouflie inclin'd: Haue yee not Soldiers to withfland their force ? What fhould you need to be folicitous,

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Keepe yee within.

Bur. Nay wife thou doft miftake, If thou immagine we intend to fight ; Tis not our meaning : we are at the charge To pay them monthlie, wherefore fhould not they Be at the care to fee the Cittie fafe.

2 Wif. The Citty 's fafe enough without their care, Will you to dinner? 5*0

Cham. Wherefore fhoote they thus, Vnlefle there were fbme villanie abroach ?

2 Wif. Wherefore fhoote they but to trye their peeces, I warrant you husband tis no otherwife.

Enter Marques with his fwoord drawne.

Bur. Heere comes the Marquesas, can tell the newes.

Cham. The caufe my Lord of this inteftine vprore ?

Mar. The caufe is murder, miferie and death : You men of Antwerpe^ if with all the fpeede And expedition, that in men remaines, 5 3°

You take not weapons to repulfe the foe, That like a fwarme of deadlie flinging Hornets, Haue all this while lay hid within their nefl; But now doe flye abroad with dreadfull noife, As if fb many Furies were awakt. To armes then all that loue your Countries peace.

Bur. How doe ye meane my Lord ? or who are thofe Your Lordfhip fhaddows, vnder-neath the name Of fwarming Hornets ?

Mar. Are you fb dull offence? And ftill fo lull'd in your fecuritie ? Whom fhould I meane, but bloudie Danilay And furious Alua his compeere in armes, That fill the Cattle yard with their Battilions, And ftriue to take pofleilion of your ftreetes : To armes then ftraight,if you will keep thembacke. Exit.

Bur. Ift like that Alua is reuiu'd again e ?

/ w?f. As

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1 Wrf. As like as he intendes to take the towne. Cham. But I fufpect there is fome treacherie.

2 <wif. Will you beleeue his words, he doth but left, To try how we will take it if twere fb.

Champ. Nay by his lookes and by his fbdaine hafte, It fhould appeare the Marques doth not ieft.

Enter Egmont and Stump.

Egm. To armes toarmes, oh where's the Gouernor ? Giue order that your Cittizens prepare, To fland vpon their guard, defend themfelues, For whom you trufted, turnes his weapons point Vpon your bofbmes : all the Almaigne force, Is quite reuolted, and the enemie 5^0

Entring your ftreetes : Fan End that damned flaue, Giues ayde to Spaine, and with his trayterous hand Drawes in deftruction, if you looke not to it. (Trenches ?

Cham. Where are the Switzers fhould fupply the

Egm. Drunke in their lodgings, and in reeling fborth, The Spaniards (vnrefifted) murder them : For honors fake, for wretched dntwerpes fake, Stand not amazed, but with couragious hearts, And forward hands, fight for your libertie. Exit.

Stum. Are yet your eye-lids open, are you yet f 70

Awakt out of the flumber you were in ? Or will you fflll lye fhorting in your {loath ? Be flill perfwaded you are fafe enough ? Vntill the verie inftant, you doe feele Their naked fwoords glide through your weafond-pipes ? Or doe you thinke with belching puffes, that fly e From your full paunches, you can blow them backe ? Or is the bottome of a deepe caroufe, Able to drowne them ? will their furie melt At the beholding of your daintie wiues? j»8o

Or can fubmiffion be a flickler In thefe hot braules ? I tell ye burgers no,

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Faire words will be as oyle to burning pitch ;

And golde as Sulpher to inkindled flames,

Your daughters chaititie mufl quench their luft ;

And your deare wiues, inrich their lawlefle armes :

I faid as much, but would not be beleeu'd,

Now tell me if I prophefied aright ?

Or that my zealous words deferu'd rebuke ?

Did I not fay, the Crocadile did weepe, 590

But to obtaine his pray ? the Sea looke fmooth,

But for a ftorme : would any thing be thought,

By the clofe confluence of the Spanifh troopes

Into the Caffcle, but fbme maflacre ?

Yet was I rated to obiect as much,

Reuil'd and bafled for my loyal tie :

Cham. I prethee Soldier, leaue thy bitter words, And helpe to fight for ^ntwerpes libertie.

Stump. You haue another groate to giue me then, I know your liberall mindes will fcorne t'impofe, 600

The fweat of bloudie daunger on the brow Of any man, but you'l reward him for it: He fhall at leaft (when he hath loft his limmes) Be fent for harbour to a fpittle-houfe. How fay yee, fhall he not ? Good reafbn then, But we fhould venture ; yes, to laugh at you, Whilft we beholde the Spaniard cut your throates : An obiect bafe mechanicke fet aworke ; A fwettie Cobler, whofe beft induflrie, Is but to cloute a Shoe, fhall haue his fee; 610

But let a Soldier, that hath fpent his bloud, Is lame'd, difeaf 'd, or any way diflreft, Appeale for fuccour, then you looke a fconce As if you knew him not ; reflecting more An Oftler, or fome drudge that rakes your kennels, Than one that fighteth for the common wealth.

Bur. It is thy Countrie that doth binde thee to it, Not any impofition we exacte.

Stum. Bindes

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Stum. Bindes me my country with no greater bondes, Than for a groate to fight ? then for a groate, To be infeebled, or to loofe a limme ? Poo re groates-worth of eifection ; Well, He learne To pay my debt and to meafure my defert According to the rate : a groate I had, And fb much as a groate amounts vnto you, My fwoord fhall pay ye in exchange of blowes. Exit.

Enter two Cittizens.

Cham. Cittizens, how now ?

/ Cit. Oh Monjleur Champaigne, We are vndone for want of difcipline. 630

2 Cit. The Spaniards hurrie into euerie flreete, What (hall we doe for fafeguard of our liues ?

Bur. What fhall yee doe ? fland euery man at's doore, And take in's hand a Holbert or browne bill, And fludie to defend him as he may.

Cha. I heare them comming, let vs fhift away. Exeunt

In the Alarum, Alua attd'DanV&purfue Marques Hauurie, Sc. v and Count

Alu. Marques (T Hauurie flay, thou canfl not fcape.

Dan. And flay Count Egmont'. Danilaes conquering £40 Purfues thy life, therfore abide and yeeld it. (fword,

Mar. Infatiate Alua, that like Sun-rift ground, Neuer fuffif 'd with fweetefb fhewers that fall, But with a thoufand mouthes gapes flill for more. So thy defire of bloud nere fatisfied, With the rich tribute of fb many liues, Whofe guiltles bloud hath dyed poore Belgiaes cheekes, And chang'd her like a drunken Bacchanall, Still with a thoufand quenchles appetites, Dofl thirfl for more, as if that epithite 650

Were the fole obiect of thy hearts befl hopes:

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Know Tyrant, Marques Hauurie flyes thee not,

As fearing all the vttermoft thou canft,

But the oppreflion of vnequall power,

Falfe treafbn, that betrayed our liues to thee,

And the fharpe fcourge, that fond fecuritie,

Hath iuftlie throwne on Antwerpes wilfulnes

Egm. Thefe are the fluices that haue brought on vs,

The fwelling pride and tyranie of Spaine,

Which Antwerpe careles off, although fbre-warnde

By many bleeding inflances about her,

Could not ; nay, would not be aduif 'd at all.

Tell me but this, Alua and Dani/a both,

What ftate is there, be it nere fb populare,

Abounding in the height of fortunes giftes;

And all felicities of worldlie Pompe,

That fees fad defblation fit in teares,

Vpon her neighbour Citties ? warres keene edge,

Hath furrowed through their entrailes, let them blood,

In euerie artire that maintained! life,

Yet will not dread her daunger to be neere ?

But warme her at their fiers, fing at their fighes,

Reuelling in her countlefle vanities,

As a perpetuall date were fet thereon.

Tell me I fay, you that haue feene all this,

And as deuils, Saints in the blacke Kallender

Of wretchedft woe may truelie be fet downe,

As Authors of thefe fad confufions ?

Doe not you deeme that ftate well worth the illes,

That this remiflenes brought vpon the reft ? (mont. 680

Mar. They cannot but confefle fb much Count JEg- £g. If this be graunted, what's your glorie then ?

An armed man to kill an naked fbule :

A thoufand Sickles thruft into a field,

Of Summer ripened and refiftles corne :

A mightie tide to ouer-run a land,

Where no defence or bancke to keepe it backe ?

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This is your honor, this their miferie, That are not conquer'd, but dye wilfullie.

Alu. Warre taketh holde on all aduantages.

Mar. What neede aduantage, where is no refill ?

Dan. So much the better, this is our difcipline, Therefore lubmit or dye.

Mar. Not while I haue a hand to lift my fwoord.

Alu. Nor you Count Egmont ?

Egm. Alua, nor I. Egmont will with honour both Hue and dye.

The Alarum againe^ and Champaigne is purfued in by Ro mero, Verdugo dWVan End, 'where he isjlaine : Jo is the Marques Hauurie, and all engirting Count Egmont, 700 to defendhim^ & theyjlrike at him.

Alu. Holde when I bid ye ; ftrike yee all at mee ?

Dan. "Why ftands thou then to guard an enemie ?

Alu. Becaufe I will, honor en cites me to it, The honor of this worthie Noble-man, And his high fpirit euen in the face of death. Yeeld thee braue Egmont^ Alua doth intreate thee, In pittie of thy bolde aduenturous youth, And hopefull Fortunes fhining in thine eyes, Thou feeft thefe flaine, yet will I faue thy life : 710

Thou feeft me wounded, to preferue thy life. I that was neuer pittifull before, Am forc't to pitty thee, what wouldfl thou more ?

Egm. Such pitty Alua^ as thou fhewedfl my Father, And Noble Home, fuch thou intendft to me, Therfore proceede, & neuer pitty me. They offer at him agen

Alu. Strike not I charge ye : come Egmont come, I fweare that thou fhalt yeeld ; ftrike, fpare me not, Alas thou art too faint ; come, yeeld thee now, Striuing to Ifaith I will not hurt thee : So, haue done, get againe 720 Nay, no more weapons, thou art my prifoner. his weapons

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And I will vfe thee verie honorablie.

Egm. Alua, let foorth my life, & then thou honorft me Alu. Not for the world, prifoner thou fhalt to Spaine, And there be entertain'd to thy defertes. Now pittie, packe from Aluaes hart againe, Againit my nature once I lookt on thee, For this Counts fake : now to the defarts flye, For hauocke, fpoile and murder now I crye. Exeunt

Champaignes wife hurried by ftvo rafcall Soldiers. Sc.

Lad. Haue mercie on a woman I befeech you, 731

As you are men and Soldiers : If you be chriftians doe not doe me fhame.

/ Sold. Search her.

2 Sold. Zwonds turne her infide outward.

/ Sold. Ranfacke her, euerie part of her.

Enter Stump.

La. For manhood fpare me. They jland tofearch her.

Stum. How nimblie death be-ftirs him euery where, And I that am a wearie of my life, 740

And would faine dye I cannot, Death is fb proude he will not looke on me, Thefe muddie roagues that hoorded vp their coyne, Now haue their throates cut for the coyne they haue : They that for two pence would haue feene me ftarue ; And (till my olde rotten Hump and I, Trot vp and downe as long as we can wag. They begin to Jlrip her.

La. As you are men, be mercifull to me.

1 Sol. Caft lots who ihall haue her. 7 Jo

2 Sol. He giue thee my (hare for thy part. / Sol. He haue my fhare in her.

2 Sol. Off with her Jewels.

Stum. How now, two Soldiers ranfacking a woman ?

Otis

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0 tis Champagnes wife that was the Gouernor, Heere is fhe, that would not haue been feene with a moath vpon her, for a thoufand pound ; That fpent as much on Munkeys, Dogs and Parrets, As would haue kept ten Soldiers all the yeere.

Zblood I haue feene her, where I haue paft by her 760

In the ftreetes, to flop her nofe with her fweete gloues,

For feare my fmell fhould haue infected her ;

And now I liue to fee her lug'd, and torne

By lowzie totter'd roagues : O Antwcrpc^ ^ntwerpe,

Now Madame Marchfaigne, minx, your Blowes

And you are one.

/ Sol. Lets haue her in the next corner.

2 Sold. Draw her along,

Stum. Take that fhe has it is fufficient, But goe no further, it is inhumaine to abufe a woman. 77o

/ Sol What roague art thou, darft fpeake vnto a Spa niard ?

Stumpe. No roague Sir, but a Soldier as you are, And haue had one leg more then I haue now.

Pointing to his kg.

Sir, heer's my Pafport, I haue knowne the warres, (heere. And haue had the vantage of as faire a fpoile as you haue

2 Sol. Away you whorfon cripple rafcall.

Stu. You totter'd fhake-rag'd roagues, what domi- IfDa/uas felf were heere he fhould not doe it. (neere you ? 7 80 He drawes hisfwoord, killes one, and the other fly es.

La. Good Soldier, heer's one lewell that they haue not That I doe vallue at a thoufand crownes,

1 pray thee take it.

Stum. What fhould I doe with it, can you tell ? To haue my throate cut for it, ha : No, no, your Sifter Mince-pies groate Will doe me no pleafure now.

La. For Gods loue, as you euer did refpect a woman, Helpe to conuay me to fome place of fafetie. 790

D Stum. Where

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Stum. Where is it ? not in Antwerp?. Your clofet will not ferue your turne, You cannot walke to your garden-houfe.

La. For Gods fake helpe me as you are a man.

Stump. Well, follow me, He doe the beft I can.

A company of rafcall Soldiers came heere purfuing the

Ladie^ he fightes and beares her away from

them all.

After a triumphant jhoutwithin^enter Alua,Danila, Rome- Sc. vi ro, Verdugo, Van End, with their Rapiers drawne^ crying.

All. Victorie, victorie, Antwerpe and victorie. 8oz

Alu. So valliant Lords, this Muficke likes me well, Now may we boldely fay the towne is ours : Yet (heath not your victorious fwoords awhile, Till you haue reapt the Harueft of your paine, In which purfuite, torture, exacte and kin, No leffe then in your fury you haue done. If the proude Antwerpers (that doe furuiue) Lay not their treafure at your conquering feete. 810

Dan. Though no refiftance any where appeare, Yet let not anger fb decline with you. Be proude of victorie, as well yee may, Knowing the worth of your attained prize. Tis wealthie Antwerpe you haue won, and how ? Not by a lingering fledge, of monthes or yeares, But in a moment ; entring at a leauen, By two a clocke her haughtie pride is fhrunke, And fhe in duetie floopeth to your will.

Alu. Can any heere report the certaine number, 810 Of thofe that haue been flaine during the conflict ?

Ro. I had a note my Lord, as I remember, The number of the dead, by vs cut ofl£

Is

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Is feauenteene thoufand.

Dan. But of our men, How many fell there in this Ihort aflault ?

Ro. Three hundred, or not manie more my Lord.

Alua. For thofe three hundred, let ten thoufand more, Of this fubiected Cittie loofe their Hues, Chaine them together in the Market place, 830

By hundreds and two hundreds : and with {hot, Ring them about vntill they all be flaine, Spare neither widdow, matron, nor young maide, Gray-bearded Fathers, nor the babe that fuckes. One Spaniards bloud, I value better worth, Then many hundreds of thefe drunken Dutch.

F'er. Firft, if it pleafe yee, quarter we the towne, That euerie one may know his priuiledge.

Alu. Well thought vpon Verdugo : thus it fhall be. The Burfe, the State-houfe, and the Market place, 840

Belongs to me : the CafUe and that fide, To Sancto Danila : on the other hand The key, and water-port (JTerdugo) is yours. Saint Georges port, and Kibdop, we affigne To Lord Romero : and for you Fan End^ The North part of the Cittie, Venus flreete, Remaines the fubiect of defired fpoile : So Lords, if I haue well deuided, fpeake ; If not, you fhall be pleaf 'd before we part ?

Dan. Your Lordfhip hath difcreetelie caft our lots, 8jo And for my part, I doe accept of mine.

Ro. So doth Romero.

Ver. And Ferdugo too.

Van. And I no lefle, than who is beft content.

Alu. About it then, be euerie one as quicke, In rifling of thefe rich Burgers, as he was In the aflault : the world may talke of vs, As well for vallor, as our quicke difpatch.

Da. My Soldiers and my felf will flraight begin. Exit

D z Ro. And

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Rom. And mine fhall follow. Exit. 860

Cor. He not be behinde. Exit.

Alua. What will Verdugo ?

Enter Englijh Gouernor and Godfry.

Ver. Not be Idle long, But who are thefe fo fawcily intrude ?

Alua. Who are ye ? fpeake, that like vnbidden guefts, Dare tempt the patience of incenfed Alua ?

Gou. We are of England (Caftiles Generall)

Alu. Of England are ye ? what although you be, Backe flaues vnto the doore from whence ye came, 870

And on your knees follicite Aluaes greatnes : If you doe looke for mercie at his hands. (knees,

Per. Backe when he bids you; now downe vpon your And craule vnto his prefence to beg life.

Alu. FerdugO) drag him by the long tail'd beard, Alua doth fcorne to waite vpon their leafiire.

/^. Come for ward with a pox; now fpeake your mind, And fpeake difcreetlie, leaft you fpeake your laft.

Gou. This crueltie is more then we deferue, And more than we expected would be fhowne. 880

Alu. Taxe ye me then with crueltie fo foone ? You fhall haue caufe. Offer to Jlrike.

Per. Nay heare them fpeake my Lord.

A 1. What can they fay to fhield thefelues from death ?

Goue. Nothing my Lord, if in your angrie fpleane You haue alreadie paft your fentence on vs : But would the Duke of Alua coole his rage, And mildelie heare vs : we would fay my Lord, That Englands league with Spaine, King Phillips word, Paft to our gratious Miftris, were enough 890

To warrant all the Hues of any fiich, As are her fubiects in this wretched towne : And not their liues alone, but fafe protection Both for their goods and money : but if now

Your

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Your Highnes hath commiffion to breake

The holie contract which your King hath made,

We muft be patient and abide the worft.

Al, Why what art thou that ftandft vpon the league?

Go. Gouernor (my Lord) of the Englifh houfe.

Al. Sirra, you challenge the vertue of the league, 900 Yet vnderftand not how the league is made. So long as you conuerfe not with the foes Of royall Phillip^ nor withftand his right, You are exempt the rigour of his fcourge; But being heere, in this rebellious towne, You muft partake the punifhment they feele.

Go. We are not heere great Lord, to ioyne with them In any bolde confederacie of warre, But for the trafficke, which all nations elfe, (As well as England) haue within this place. 910

Alu. Why left ye not the Cittie then, perceiuing We meant to call their duetie to account ?

Go. We had no figne of any fuch intent.

Al. You cannot fo be quit nor fo excuf'd, Therefore prouide before to morrow night, To bring vnto vs fortie thoufand Crownes, For ranfome of your houfe ; or if you faile, Both goods and Hues (hall all be forfeited : So much we are content to yeeld vnto, Becaufe we will not feeme to breake the league. 910

Go. Alas my Lord, tis more then (at this time) Our goods and money will amount vnto, Confidering that our credit (by this trouble) Is quite cut off, with any of the Citty.

Alu. Shift as you can, I vow to haue no lefle, And at the appointed time. Exit.

Ver. Confider of it, His fauour's great in giuing you fuch fcope. Exit.

Go. So is the Cat that dallieth with the moufe, But in the end, her paftime is his death ; 930

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We muft prouide, the Spaniards thirft is great, And better that we quench it with our golde, Than let them fwallow and caroufe our bloudes: I prethee Godfrie trie thy friendes abroad, And any money that thou haft bring foorth, That we may make the fumme which he defires. God. He doe the beft I can, though hard it be, To finde a friend in this extreamitie. Exeunt.

Enter Sancto Danila, an olde Cittizen and Soldiers. Sc. 1

Cit. Let not your rough intreatie fb moleft, 94°

The fbule of him whofe fpirit alreadie ftoopes, Vnder the heauy burthen of weake age ; You haue my treafure, what more can you craue ?

Dan. Thy life if fb we pleafe : there yet remaines A Jewell of more worth than all thy wealth, Which (like a mizer) thou didft hide from vs. Thou haft a daughter, whome till we enioy, All pittie that proceedes from vs, fits heere, Vpon the fharpe point of my Semiter ; Where is fhe, fpeake? 9jo

Cit. Slaine in this tumult. What other being than her graue my Lord, Can be fuppof 'd fhe hath ?

Dan. Torture the flaue, His guilefull heart, that ftudies to conceale, My deare hearts treafure, fhall be forc't in fighes To publifh, what his ftubborne tongue denies.

Sol. Thou hearft olde fellow, trifle than no longer, But fhew him where thy daughter doth abide.

Dan. Why pawfe ye on my bidding ? let him dye, 960 That doubles with a Spaniard in his will.

Cit. Heare ye my Lord.

Dan. Not any whifpering noife, Not any tittle, doth not beare the found,

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Of beauties fweet fruition to mine eares.

Cit. My daughter Hues, but not within the reach Of my commaund : a Nunnerie in the armes Of her religious peacefull priuiledge, Doth clip her filly frighted Virgins life, From whence my Lord (he cannot be recall'd. 970

Dan. Beare Arte vpon thy tongue, that may vnlocke The gates of that inclofed Sanctuarie, And firfl intreate ; but if intreatie faile, Then vfe commaund ; if neither will preuaile, Yet fo thou (halt not ceafe, but in the cordes Of violent furie drag the Dam fell thence : My fbldiers fhall attend to fee it done, That if thou fhrinke, their weapons naked points, May gordge thy fides, till thou bleed out thy life.

Cit. I would that Sacrifice might end this ftrife. 980

Da. Away with him, loue faints through colde delay, Tis Danila fpeakes, and what he will he may.

Enter Factor. Of whence are you ?

Fac. Of England Noble Lord, A Factor to a London Marchant heere, Who hauing tryed my friends, and ftrain'd my purfe, To make my ranfome : am now carrying it To mightie Alua^ to redeeme my life.

Dan. What value is it ? 990

Fac. Full fine hundred Dollors.

Dan. Is this the vtmofl penny thou canft make ?

Fac. The length and depth of my abilitie.

Dan. It will not ferue : or fearch thy cheft for more, Or bide the torture we impofe on fuch, As cunningly, withholde what we demaund.

Fac. There is not in the world (that I may call Rightly mine owne) one Stiuer or one Doyte, More then is there compriz'd within that bag.

Dan. Giue him the ftrippado; we will coyne 1000

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Fac. The world doth know, my confcience and iuft

heauen, That there is all (at this time) I poffefle.

Dan. Saue what is throwneinto fbme hollow vault, Or funke into fbme Well ; or buried deepe

Hoife him vp and let htm downs againe. Within the earth : fo hoife the peafant vp, Now let him downe ; will ye confefle as yet, Where we may finde the treafure you haue hid ? 1010

Fac. That which (my Lord) is not, cannot be hid, And to fay that I know not, will but wrong Your expectation, and deceiue my felfe.

Sol. Let him reft my Lord, it feemes the wretch Argues the troth, and this is all he hath.

Dan. Hence greedy begger, harke (peeld fheepe) Goe hide thee in fome bufh, till waxing houres Giue thee another fleece to cloath thee with. Yonder arifeth the bright morning Starre.

Enter an old cittizen with his daughter. 1010

Whofe rich refplendour gildes my happy thoughts, And opens mynes of treafure to my foule; Welcome faire fweet, mine armes (hall be thy throane, Where feated once, mocke death, and laugh to fcorne, The boyfterous threates, of bloud be-fprinckled warre, Who whilft he fhewes wilde Frifcoes in the ftreetes, And with his Gamballes, ouerthrowes huge buildings, Mingle their totter 'd ruynes, with the limmes And Clotted bloud of many thoufand foules : Shall as an Anticke in thy fight appeare, 1030

Yeelding no more occafion to be fear'd, Than painted Ihapes of Lyons on a wall.

Daug. Beholde a Virgin, whofe diftilling teares Turne the drye duft to pafte, where fhe doth kneele, Beholde the Siluer cognifance of age,

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Soyl'd with diflbluing drops of fbrrows rage :

If me you touch with a lafciuious hand,

As from his eyes defcendes a floud of teares ;

So will you draw a riuer from his heart,

Of his lifes bloud ; both waies you (hall obfcure, 1040

The honor of your name : if Virgin I,

Or aged he, mifdoe by tyranie.

Cit. Let conqueft fatisfie, fince in the ftrength Of your fuccef-full power, our Cittie vailes, And lyes in proftrate duetie at your feete : Or if not conqueft, be appeaf'd with golde, Which in aboundance pleades for our releafe, Onely refraine, our confcience to wound, With that, for which there is no phificke found.

Dan. I am impatient, fhe fhall be my loue, 1050

Of all the fpoiles are reapt by painefull warre, Blot beautie out, and what's our victorie ? But as a banquet without companie. Alarum.

Enter a Soldier.

Sol. Arme you my Lord, and to the fight againe, A crew of ftragling Soldiers (lately vanquifht) Haue gathered head, and in the heate of rage, Giue frefh aflault : the leader to the reft, Is a lame fellow that doth want a legge, Who layes about him like a deuill of hell.

Dan. A troope of Muskets guarde this damfell hence, And to my lodging fee her fafely brought, alarum againe Why ftirre yee not ? inuiron her with fhot, Whilft we extinguilh (with a fhewer of bloud) This late inkindled fire : be gone I fay.

Sol. It is impoffible to pafle the ftreetes, They are fo pelfcerd with this brainficke crew : And harke my Lord, except you mount be time, (The clamorous tumult drawes fb neere this place,)

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Da. Is there no Fortrefle neere, nor houfe of ftrength, Where I may leaue my Loue, till this blacke cloude, Of fwolne Hollilitie be ouer-blowne ?

Sold. Not any (good my Lord) leade on your troopes.

Dan. Then rather than another fhall inioy, What Danila held ef teemed in his eye, Heere it began, and heere my loue fhall dye.

Shootes her with a Piftoll. Another Stab her Father, both combinde, By natures lawes, by natures law fhall end. Exeunt 1080

Stab the olde man. Enter Leiutenant Vaughan and Captaine. Sc. \x

Vaugh. Yet is not Antwerpe quite bereft of life, So long as we two breath, to ftand for her, Nor fhall her ranfacke pafle, without Ibme right Of iuft reuenge : witnes this laft aflault, Wherein the Scales of luftice haue been fill'd, With (at the leaft) a hundred Spaniards liues, That thought their victorie to be fecure. But who are thefe? a Burger, and with him 1090

His tender daughter, hauing both fuftain'd The heauy ftroake of death ?

Cap. I knew them well. They were my neighbors, neere vnto the Burfe.

Vau. Had thefe grayhayres retain'd the reuerent worth Of graue experience, as they might haue done ; And had you bin more rich in inward giftes, And lefle magnificent in outward fhew, Then had you liu'd, to dye a naturall death : And you to fee fbme of his honor 'd yeeres. But pride and luxury, haue euer been, The gate of miferie, and nurfe of finne : Yet though you me contemn'd, I grieue your fall, And will in pitty, giue you buriall. Exeunt.

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Mar. Alas poore Lenchy, whether fhall we goe ?

Len. I cannot tell ; come Martin let vs hide vs.

Mar. Where is my Father ?

Len. He is in our houfe.

Mar. Let vs goe thether ? mo

Len. All the ftreete is full of Spaniards ; they haue kil'd

Little Maria, and Hans Fanderbrooke.

Mar. Ah whether fhall we goe ?

Len. Let's hide vs heere, no Spaniard wil come hether.

Mar. Nay M. Hulders Orchard is hard by. Wee '11 get in there, and hyd's among the trees,

Len. Come let vs run. ^ great noife as they are going.

Mar. Alas the Spaniard's comming, what fhal we doe ?

Len. Alas poore Martin we fhall both be kil'd.

Mar. Alas poore Lenchy, kifle me prettie Sifter, i * 2°

Now we muft dye.

Len. Let's fit downe heere, and Mart. I wil clip thee in Mine armes, they fhall not fee thee.

Mar. But they will kill thee, (ther ?

Alas where is my poore old Father now, and my poor mo-

Enter two Spaniards running, with theyrfwords drawne.

1 Spa. Kill, kill, kill.

2 Spa. Tue, Tue, Tue, Tue. / Spa, Fuora villiaco.

2 Spa. Follow, follow, follow, follow. 1130

Mar. I pray you M. Spaniard hurt vs not, We are poore children, we haue done no harme.

Len. Good Gaffer doe not kill my little brother.

/ Spa. Fuora villiaco, fa, fa, fa, fa.

Mar. Ah Mafter Spaniard doe not kill my Sifter, My father is a poore blinde man, and he will dye,

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2 Spa. Cut the Baftards throates.

The children getsjaft holde, and hang vpon the Spaniards.

Len. O kill vs not, wee'll hang vpon your armes, Sweet Gaffer, flay and looke me in the face, Haue you the heart to kill a prettie Girle ?

Mar. Good Mafter Spaniard doe not kill vs, Take any thing we haue, but faue our liues.

/ Spa. How the young brattes cling about our fwords?

2 Spa. Zwounds, daih out their braines.

Enter olde blinde Ha r man and his wife.

Har. Where are my children ? Martin^ Lenchy fpeake, I heard you cry, fpeake prettie fbules, where are you ?

Wi. Husband, Harman^ whether will you goe ? Alas you fall into the enemies hands For lacke of fight.

Har. My children wife, my children, where are they ?

/ Spa. Heere you blind traytor, whether you fhall go, To your throate-cutting.

Mar. Heere Father, heere, alas we fhall be kild.

Wif. O my fweet children,

2 Sp. Out you Brabant bitch, thinke you with whining To preferue your whelpes ?

ivif. O fpare the infants, and the aged blinde, Thefe haue not might, nor power to doe you hurt.

/ Spa. Cut all their throates.

Har. Kill vs, but let our little children liue.

Len. Helpe mother helpe, or elfe we fhall be kild.

ffar.weeping. Hard harted Soldiers, where haue you bin Get honour on the proude refitting foe, (bred ?

My felfe haue bin a Soldier as you are, Now blinde with age :

Olde men, weake women, and poore wretched infants, Should be refpected in the heate of flaughter. 1170

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O doe not this fbule iniurie to armes ;

Let my poore Babies leade me to my graue,

Where are you my poore children ?

Mar. Father, heere.

Har. Where art thou Lenchy ?

Len. Heere poore Father.

Har. Olde as I am, and I haue tolde this towne, That you fhould facke it, I did prophefie.

2 Spa. Then Prophet, didft thou prophefie of this ?

Stabs the Children. 1 180

Wtf. Ah bloudie Spaniard, that halt flaine my children.

1 Spa. Bitch, art thou rayling ? take thou this. Stabs her.

2 Spa. And this, Stabs him. Get you together with your damned brats.

Har. O cruel Spaniard, that doft fpare no age nor fexe, Where art thou wife, and my poore little children ?

Falles downe.

wif. Their blefled fbules in Abrahams bofome reftes, Their bodies lye betwixt thy felfe and me, By whome thefe prettie wretches were begot, 119°

O let me ioyne my freezing lips to thine, Now farewell Antwerpe^ fay not we did flye, Where with thy fall, olde, yong, and all muft dye.

Enter Alua, Englijh Gouernor and foldiers. Sc. xi

Alua. Thinke yee to purchafe freedome at this rate ? Some thriftles prodigall beftowes in wine, Or fpends in dalliance on his Curtizan, Fiue thoufand crownes : Ifl like your flore affoords No greater plentie ? eyther from your chefles, That fwell with flirfet of your auarice, Raine downe a larger fhewer of fruitful! golde, Or tender flowring pittie, nere will fpring.

Goue. I doe proteft (my Lord) befide our Plate, And houfholde furniture, this is the fumme,

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Within the Englifh-houfe. Alu. And is not plate

Good boote for Soldiers ? haue you that

And dare yee yet pleade needie pouertie ?

Goe fetch it me, or prefentlie He fend

A crew of fuch (harpe caruers to your gate,

As lhall anotamize your panting hearts,

To fill their conquering hands with wifhed fpoiles.

Go. The League with Engl. gaue vs better hope. Exit Alu. Talke nor of league nor England, nothing found

In our warres muficke, that can pleafe the fence ;

Vnleffe it haue the chearefull found of golde.

Enter Factor.

What's he ? examine him : if he bring golde, Free paflage haue he; but if emptie be The hollowes of his hands ; or cannot point By Demonftration, or exprefle by fpeech, Where it is fled, in this tempeftious ftorme, That we by hugging it, may bannifh feare, And burnifh her pale cheekes with firmer red, Let him haue that belongs, the torturing Corde.

Fac. Excufe my want, that haue alreadie paide To Sancto Danila, fiue hundred Dollors.

Alu. Why not as much to me ?

Fac. I haue it not, Alas (my Lord) confider of my ftate, I am but Factor for another man ; Yet of thofe goods committed to my charge, Haue I made bolde (fb much as I haue faid) To free my life from further preiudice.

Alu. How art thou free, when Alua is not fee'd ?

Fac. I hope (my Lord) one ranfbme will fiifEce, For one poore fife.

Alu. That ranfome let me fee.

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Fac. Tis paide (my Lord) to Sane to D anil a. 1240

Alu. That which he hath is his, and none of mine, vnlefle thou canft transforme vs, and of two Make but one perfbn : goe to, trifle not, But fhew me how I may be fatisfied, Or bide the perrill that enfues thereon.

Fac. More fatisfaction than I haue (my Lord) I cannot giue, how ere you torture me.

Alu. That will we try, if roape and Gibbet holde, Let him indure the punifhment, he needes Will wilfully impofe vpon himfelfe. 1*50

Fac. Oh that you would at once with ruthles fteele, Carue vp my breft, and let my bloud fuffice, To quench your thirft for that I cannot giue.

Alu. So, let him downe, {land off and giue him ay re, Speake now, and tell vs where thy coyne is hid ?

Fac. Will yee beleeue me if I fpeake the truth ?

Alu. So it be truth which thou intendes to fpeake.

Fac. As I doe hope this troubled fbule of mine, Which now is ready to fbrfake this flefh, Shall finde a refting place with my redeemer: 1160

The coyne you feeke, and all the coyne I haue, Lyes in the Coffers of proude Danila.

Alu. Lye there and pine then, for deluding me. Exit.

Enter Verdugo.

Fac. Heere comes another ; many ftrokes (at laft) Cut downe the ftrongeft Oake, much more, the tree Hath but a few yeares growth, and that by ftormes, And often whirle-windes fhaken and decayed.

Ver. Haft thou bin lately falne into the hands Of fuch as haue had ryfling of thy purfe ? 1270

Fac. I haue good Sir.

Per. What art, a Cittizen ?

Fac. Euen what ye will, a miferable man.

Per. It feemes, I come too late to profit by thee ?

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Fac. You may immagine by my ficke faint fpeech, And by my faltring limmes diftract and feuer'd, Whether I haue bin tortur'd, yea or no.

Fe. Did they then torture thee for that thou hadft ?

Fac. They did and had it.

Fer. Nothing then remaines ? 1280

Fac. Nothing but this poore miferable life, Which I would gladly were furrendred too.

Ver. They for that thou hadft, did torture thee, I fee that thou haft not : heere wee 11 put A period to thy daies. Hang him out-right, And fo fpeed all, whofe naked indigence, Haue not to feede Ferdugo for expence. Exit.

Fac. My deftiny, was to dye this fhamefull death, Which I accept with thankes to him that giues it, And England now and London both farewell, I2s>°

Let after times of Spanifh rygor tell. Hang him.

Enter Van End and a Burgers wife. Sc. xH

Van. Thus will I feaft my felfe with And glut my pyning foule with tragicke Actes, Say pamperd Froe, where is thy treafure hid ? Speake truth, or breath thy laft vpon this fteele, The bloudy temper'd torment of this towne. He batter downe your pride from whence it came, And with your ornaments adorne vaft hell.

wif. Spare me Fan End\ am a harmeles woman, 1300 Aftonifht vnto death with frighting wordes, Refraine thy deedes, and let the ftronger fort, Be miferable patients of thy wrath

Van. Pittie preuailes not, treafure is the fee, That bribes the terror of my threatning breft ; And therefore fpeake, elfe haft thou fpoke thy laft.

wife. Within that vault lyes all my wretched wealth, My golde, my plate, my Jewels all are there.

Fan. Then

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Van. Then, there that heape of glorie lyes for me, Which is the way ? 1310

She pujhes him downs.

wif. That is the cur fed way, Goe thou accurft into that fhade of hell, The Image of that euerlafting night, Where thy damn'd ghoaft muft dwel exempt from light.

Enter Stumpe.

Stum. What IKrre is heere ? what difcontented rumor Sendes fecond meflage to my dull ftrucke dayes, Accuftom'd to the fcreeching yell of death ? Lady, what grieuance ? what is there to doe ? 1310

wtf. Oh gentle Soldier, heauen hath got me triumph, Ouer that hell-borne furie, damn'd fan End, That fblde the beautie of this famous towne : And rauifht Antwerpe of her Maiden ioy .

Stum. For Gods fake let me come plague the dog, He ftone the lew to death, and paint this Vault With the vnhallowed bloud of wicked treafbn : Heere, weare this waightie lewell in thy hat, The towne hath fent it for a token flaue ; Throw ftones. I bought this with the groate you gaue me fir ; Another fio. 1 3 3° Soldiers muft loath defpif 'd ingratitude. This woman for her ranfome fends you this ; another. Giue thefe two vnto Charon for your pafling. another. And with this laft, prefent grim Belzebub. another.

So fleepe thy foule with princely Lucifer, And take fuch fare as treafon will affoord. Come Lady, thus you fee good friends muft part, Lament not for his lofle his tyme was come, And friendes from friends, muft ey ther goe or run.

Enter three orjburefoldiers. Sc. xi

i Sol. You fee that all is loft, all fpoilde and fackt,

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What thinke you the beft courfe to get away ? 1341

2 Sol. Is there no place of ftrength, nor hope of fafetie ?

3 Sol. No hope but death, for three dales being paft Since the firft entred ; now being in colde bloud, The Spaniard is as hot in execution,

As the firft houre he entred on the towne.

/ Sol. Like maymed men let's pafle out one by one, The fafeft way and with the leaft fufpect.

2 Sol. Difleuering of our felues and knowne for 1370 Wallons, ther's not a man of vs fhal pafle the gates.

Enter Stumpe and hearing them.

3 Sol. And if we troope thus as we doe together, We ihall be put to fwoord immediately.

/ Sol. It were beft to feeke fbme low part of the wall, On the moate fide, and fb efcape by fwimming.

2 Sol. The Courts of guard, and Sentenels are kept, And there's no hope of that.

Stumpe. Harke you hark you, whether wil you flye ? I wold know that; sbloud whether? whether? ha; where will 13^0 you be releiu'd ? there's not a towne dare receiue you : the Spaniard has all the country ; you cannot ftragle a foote out of the walles, but your throates are cut ; what haueyou to carry with you, but your fcuruie notch'd limmes ? you damn'd roagues, whether will you goe, to feede Wolues ? A you whorfbn rafcals ; and though thefe villanous Bur gers haue (by their owne fecuritie) beene the deftruction of the Cittie, a pox on them : yet it will bee laide to our charge, becaufe we were in it.

/ Sol. By the mas the olde Lieuetenant fa yes true, it wil 1370 be fb indeed.

Stum. You are all Wallons, but in the miferableft cafe that euer poore flaues were in: for you fee, that if any man hate a man, call him but Wallon, the Spaniards cut his throate, what country-man fo ere he be.

2 Sol. Nay it is very true, it is moft fiire :

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Stu. The Dutch on the other fide, they hate you worfe then Deuils, becaufe the Spaniards entred where you kept the Trenches.

jSo/. Villaines doe queftionles, nay it is certaine. 1380 Stum. What will you doe then ? heere is my poore ftumpe and I haue flumbled through a thoufand fhot, & yet we halt together ; there was neuer one poore peece of Timber has been fb findg'd as it has been : zbloud it has been foure times a fire vnder me, and yet we fcramble to gether trotting, trotting : You'll bee ftaru'd euerie mo thers Sonne or yee, and worried with dogs, and yet you'll flye.

1 Sol. Why Lieuetenant 'Uaugban^ what would yee haue vs doe? 1390

Stum. Dye like men, what fhould we doe, if there were any hope of lafety ? but there is not, there is not.

2 Sol. Leiuetenant F'augban^ leade vs, and weell follow you to the death.

3 Sol. Weell not forfake you to the lafl gafpe.

Stum. Yes, He halt before you, follow mee as ftraight as you can.

/ So/, Yes, and cut fome of their throates before wee dye.

Stum. They fay the Spaniards and their whoores are 1400 at dice vpon the Change : He lay my wodden legge afore them, cafl at it who will ; but who flands there ?

Enter the Captaine.

Cap. It is Leiuetenant F'au^han as I take it, Leiuetenant what newes ?

Stum. What newes quoth our Captaine ! where haue you been ?

Cap. I tooke the Friery to efcape the Spaniards.

Stum. Well, I haue feene the day Captaine, you had rather been a cuting throates, then at a Maffe, twas not de- 14 10

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uotion draue you to the place : fb Captaine, Captaine, the world is turn'd : doe you remember the groate they offe red me, when you came to trayne Soldiers ? ha, giue him a groate ? ha, ha, ha, I haue fince that feene their Miftrefles fetting-fticke lug'd by a lowzy Lackey, as naked as a new fhau'd Water-dog : & Lord why went you to the Fryery ? why to the Fryerie ?

Cap. What fhould I doe when the poore Wallons

fighting at the Trenches,

The Spaniards entring on the counterfcarfe, 1410

Had not a Soldier fent to fecond them. The great fwolne bellyed Burgers get browne Billes, As to driue rafcall beggers from their doores ; The madding people fb amaz'd with feare, That turning head with euery little noife, Stopt vp the entrance of the ftreetes with throngs, That when Count Egmont^ Hauury and the reft, Call'd to the Burgers for fupplyes of men, The vncertaine murmure or the multitude, Increaft but the confiifion of the towne: 1430

The villanous and daftard recreant Almaines, Kneele to the Spaniards, cafting downe their armes.

Stum. A thofe Almaines, thofe Almaines, they cryed liue Spaniards : a vengeance take them, they were cal'd hygh Almaines, but they are low enough now; for a num ber of them are cut off by the wafte : you may call them blanch 'd Almaines and you wil, for their guts are blanch 'd about their heeles.

Cap. By thefe difbrders of witlefle TowneCmen, Perceiuing that the Spaniards would preuaile ; 1440

What fhould I doe but fhift to faue my life ?

Stu. Capt. your life's in as great danger now as ere it was, The Spaniard is as cruell in colde bloud as ere he was ; O Captaine, Captaine, where is <dntwerpe now ? It is my natiue place, where fhould I then be free, If made a flaue, where I was freelie borne ?

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Ther's not a towne almoft in Brabant now,

That giues a man the fafety of a night :

What fhould we then doe lining ?

Haue you and I feene that, that we haue feene, 1450

And come to this ?

If you referue the courage you were wont,

Of a braue Soldier and a Gentleman,

Let's doe fbmething yet worthy the talking of,

I haue wonne a companie of poo re hurt Soldiers,

Yet able to welde weapons and to fight.

/ Sol. And we will follow you, Hue or dye :

2 Sol. Lone life and loue death.

3 Sol. Through Aluas quarter.

Stum. Why brauely fpoke, 14*0

If you will take iuch part then as we doe, Helpe me to leade thefe ftragling companies, And wee'll amongft their quarters ere we dye.

Cap. My hand and heart, and doe engage my foule.

Stu. Why then come lads; why this is refolu'd like men, If we muft goe, wee'll goe together then. Exeunt.

Enter two foldiers leading in the fat Burger in a Corde. Sc. xl-v

1 Sol. Confeffe ye ilaue where thou haft hid thy money, Or we will hang thee on a Gibbet ftraight.

Bur. That euer I was borne; Gentlemen beleeue me, 1470 I haue no more than what I tolde you of, Some thoufand Gilders in my counting houfe.

2 Sol. You haue no more than ? Burg. Not as I haue faith

To God, and to the fafetie of my Country.

2 Sol. Then hang him prefentlie.

Bur. Nay curteous Gentlemen, As you are Spaniards famous for your actes, Let me not dye.

/ Sol. The roague would flatter vs, 1480

F i Sirra,

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Sirra, immagine tis too weake a key, To tune our hearts to ; when the cryes of Babes, Screekes of diftrefled women and olde men, Haue not preuail'd to quallifie our rage : Let vs difpatch him.

Bur. Gentlemen, but heare me.

2 Sol. If thou canft tell vs where thy treafure's hid, Or elfe for euer let thy lips be dumbe.

Bur. Alas would yee haue me lye ?

/ Sol. Stay fellow Soldier, 1490

I haue bethought me of a prettie tricke, To fift this butter-box a better way : Weell tye him by the thumbes vnto this poaft, And tickle him vntill he doe confefle.

2 Sol. Content yfaith, fo at the leaft, fuppofe We get no money, yet we fhall haue fport.

Bur. Nay Gentlemen.

1 Sol. Sirra, apply your wits,

Or with my fwoord He hacke your Filchers off.

Bur. O that I were in'th bottom of my Seller. iyoo

2 Sol. Is thy money hid there ? fpeake ? Bur. No truelie fir,

But then I hope I fhould not hang byth thumbes.

/ Sol. He dallyes with vs, tickle him a good.

Bur. Oh God, God, what (hall I do, fweet gentlemen.

They tickle htm.

2 Sol. ConfeflTe then, firra.

Bur. O Lord I fhall found, By thefe ten endes, I haue nor plate nor coyne, Your Generall and Count rimen haue all. if 10

Alarum, enter Stumpe #tf</Captaine, the Spaniards fly.

Cap. What baue we heer, a Burger tyed byth thumbs ? Stum. It is the Tallow-cake, the Rammifh Fat, That would not giue a penny to a Soldier,

I know

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1 know him well; now Sir howfeeleyour felfe?

Bur. Oh Gentlemen neuer fo much diftreft.

Stum. Your greazie panch will not defend you then?

Bur. Not from thefe Spaniards, they are deuils I think, Nay farre more couetous than deuils of hell.

Stum. You cannot fatiffie them with a groate, But if I fhould requite thy vilde contempt, Heere fhould I leaue thee, that as thy treafure Has bin a pray to their deuouring luft, So in this dung-hill of thy carry on flefh, Their rauenous fwoords might finde a durtie feaft, For naught but draffe art thou compofed of Nor fit for any thing but to feede wormes, Yet thou {halt finde a difference twixt my thought ; And the bafe temper of thy muddy minde: Goe liue, if thou canft fcape their bloudie hands, 1530

Till want and beggerie cut fhor tthy daies.

Bur. I thankeyou fir; I haue (for all their threates) One bag of Dollors caft into a well, And that He giue yee for this friendlie fuccour.

Stu. Hence tumbrell from my fight, when bouty might Haue calm'd my fharpe affliction, then thy hand Was faft clofd vp ; but now it is too late, Thou wouldft feeme prodigall, away bafe churle.

Bur. Let me intreate you fir to take that fumme, My heart repents me much, for what is paft. 1 14°

Stum. Guts, trouble me no more.

Bur. The Lord preferue you fir, Surely you feeme an honefl Gentleman.

Cap. Wilt thou leaue off thy prating and be gone ?

Bur. With all my heart fir, and I thanke you too. Exit

Cap. How like Leuiathan^ his clumfie limbes Walke not but tumble, that fad common wealth, Nourceth fuch Droanes to fucke her honny vp, In time of need (hall finde as fmall fupply, As he hath been to Ant-werpes wretchednes:

But

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But valliant Soldier, what is now to doe ?

Stum. What, but to hunt the foote-fteps of pale death, Vntill we rouze him in his fboty caue, There, will no profpect of our Countries fall, Offend our eye-fight; there no treacherie Of haughty Spaniards treade a bloudy March ; Nor any bafe objection oft ingrate, And thankeleffe Cittizens fit in our doores : But we fhall quietly inioy the peace,

For which we breath ; there (hall we be fecure, if^o

There free from thought of this worlds miferie, And there indeede finde true felicitie : For there our trauell fhall be recompenc'd, Our loue requited, and our wounds repayde With double merrit. Hafte then vnto the place, Vpon the earth is nothing but difgrace.

Cap. I flye with thee true honourable minde, And we together will that Mancion finde. Exeunt.

Alarum and excurfions, enter Stumpe and Captaine, Sc. x bloudy and wounded.

Stum. See Captaine, now I haue it on my breft, 1571

The Honourable cognifance of death, This purple riuer, from this weeping fount, More glads and quickens my decayed fpirit, Than euer chriftall fpring in heate of Summer : The weary traueller, his Itrength reuiues, To draw out tedious houres ftill on earth, But mine doth fiorifh to poflefle, anon The bleffed hauen of eternity.

Cap. I trufl I fhall be there with as much fpeed, 1 5 So

My palport (I doe thinke) the Spaniards Has feal'd as deeply, and my iourney layde With no lefle eafie trauell to be there. See, if thy bleeding woundes can fpeake to me,

Mine

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Mine can as fafl make anfwere vnto thine.

Stum. Let me imbrace this fweet affinity, Like in our liues agreeing in our deathes : But what doe I behold ? thine eye-lids faint, And the warme touch of thy defired cheeke, Begins to freeze; wilt thou anticipate i?9°

Thofe ioyes before me ? gentle Captaine flay, There's but a minute that deuides our hopes : Oh he is dead, may his departing fbule, Vfher my fpirit aboue thofe fleeting clowdes : Death, why delayfl thou ? fet thy lazy hand To the deuorcement of my loathed flelh. I am prepared, my penitent fad thoughts, Haue long agoe waftit my contagious finne : The bloud that I haue fpilt (the Maflacres Procur'd and practif 'd by this hand of mine) i^oo

Heauen lay not to my charge; for though my fword Was neuer drawne but in a rightfull caufe, Yet much mifprifion hath attended it ; That, and all elfe, this figh cranes pardon for, Mine eyes were nere accuflomed to teares, Let it fuffice, thefe woundes doe weepe for them : Antwerpe farewell, if thou haue done me wrong, This latefl gafpe, fends pardon from my tung. Aflorijh.

Enter in triumph, with Drum, Colours and Soldiers,

Sancto Danila. 1610

Dan. Now war re hath wrapt his bloudy colours vp, And fheath'd his fa tall fwoord with his, we ours, Prefixing truce to our laborious armes ; This Cittie late of chrif tening the fame, For wealth and glorie : now remaines the Map, Of fad deftruction and perpetuall ruyne ; Her ftreetes lye thwackt with flaughtered carkafles, Her houfes that before were fluft with pride, Are left as naked as the wildernes :

G Oh

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Oh in remorfe of humaine clemency, 1610

My heart (me thinkes) could figh, my eyes fhed teares,

To call to minde and fee their mifery :

But they were wanton and lafciuious,

Too much addicted to their priuate luft :

And that concludes their Martirdoome was iuft.

Holde, one of you, conuay this ferious letter

To warlicke Alua, tell him as he wil'd,

After my forces lodg'd in Garifon,

He meete his Grace at Bridges, and from thence

Acquaint the Court of Spaine with our fuccefle ; 1630

Pray God the tyrany exprefl in .dntweipe,

Like to the ecchoing clamour of a Trumpet,

Speake not our deedes before our owne approach.

/ Sol. My Lord, behold where lye the mangled bodies Of thofe two fierce aflailing Brabanters, That all this while kept vs at fuch a bay, And when we thought the towne was wonne, procur'd So great a deluge ofjberian bloud.

2 Sol. Let's drag them at our horfes tayles my Lord, And as we pafle through euery towne and village, 1640

Make them example to the world for pride ?

Dan. Who toucheth them but in difgrace, my fwoord Shall lop his arme off; were they proude fayft thou ? Their pride was honourable, deferuing loue Rather then hate ; nay fhould we doe them right, Had they been ftrengthned with conuenient ayde, We had been beaten from the towne againe And made exchange of conqueft : which fubdu'd, There neuer liued two more Heroycke fpirits ; That for their Country haue deferu'd as much, To be renouned ; as euer Curtious was, Or Romaine Decius, or the two valliant Cocksy They for their country could but loofe their Hues, Thefe haue in equall feruice done as much. Take vp their bodyes; often thou fand others,

Reft

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Reft by our fwoords, and left vnburied,

Thefe two will we in perfbn fee interr'd,

And doe them right, the law of Armes requires ;

So march we hence, ftriking a mournfull found,

Till we haue layde our honourd foes in ground. Exeunt. 1660

Epilogus.

Enter Time.

Time. f^T^Hus worldings, Time in his unwonted hue, JL Hath ftayd his courfe, to rubbe the memory Of actions longjince caft hehinde his backe, His care is fruitefull, and doth wijh to fee No heauy or difaftrous chaunce befall The Sonnes of men ^ if they will warned be: But when they fpurne againft my difcipline^ Wafting the treafure of my precious houres : 1670

JVo maruaile then, like mifery catch holde On them, did f often on this wofnll towne, Whofe bleeding fortune, whofe lamenting cryes, Whofeftreetes befmeard with bloud^ whofe blubred eyes, J^F'hofe totter d walls, whofe buildings ouerthrowne, yyhofe riches loft, and pouerty made knowne : May be a meane all Cittyes to affright, How they in finne and pleafure take delight.

FINIS.

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