Anonymous · published 1592 · first performed or written 1592 [c.1589-1592] (Annals) tragedy · Unknown unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 508 words
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This makes me think that I have been to cruel, How got he this from of Lucina's arm? Faith in a mummery, and a pair of false dice, I was one of the mummers myself, simple as I stand here. I rather think it cost him very dear. I so it did, for it cost Ferdinando his life. How so? After we had got the chain in mummery, And lost our box in counter cambio, My master wore the chain about his neck, Than Ferdinando met us on the way, And reviled my master, saying he stole the chain, With that they drew, & there Ferdinando had the prickado. And whether fled my poor Erastus then? To Constantinople whether I must follow him, But ere he went, with many sighs and tears, He delivered me the chain, and bade me give it you, For perfect argument that he was true, And you too credulous. Ah stay, no more, for I can here no more. And I can sing no more. My heart had armed my tongue with injury, To wrong my friend, whose thoughts were ever true, An poore Erastus how thy starres maling: Thou great commander of the swift winged winds, And dreadful Neptune bring him back again, But Aeolus and Neptune let him go, For here is nothing but revenge and death, Then let him go, i'll shortly follow him, Not with slow sails, but with loves golden wings, My ship shall be borne with tears, and blown with sighs So will I soar about the Turkish land, Until I meet Erastus my sweet friend. And then and there, fall down amid his arms, And in his bosom there pour forth my soul, For satisfaction of my trespass past. Fair Love, according unto thy command, I seek Erastus and will combat him. I seek him, find him, bring him to my sight, For till we meet, my heart shall want delight. My petty fellow, where hast thou hid thy master, Marry sir in an armourer's shop, Where you had not best go to him. Why so, I am in honour bound to combat him, ay sir, but he knowing your fierce conditions, Hath planted a double cannon in the door, Ready to discharge it upon you, when you go by, I tell you for pure good will. In Knightly courtesy, I thank thee, But hopes the coistrel to escape me so, Thinks he bore cannon shot can keep me back: Why wherefore serves my targe of proof, but for the bullet That once put by, I roughly come upon him, Like to the wings of lightning from above, I with a martial look astonish him, Then falls he down poor wretch upon his knee, And all to late, repents his surquedry. Then do I take him on my finger's point, And thus I bear him through every street, To be a laughing stock to all the town. That done, I lay him at my mistress feet, For her to give him doom of life or death.
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This makes me thinke that I haue been to cruell, How got he this from of Lucinas arme? Faith in a mummery, and a paire of false dice, I was one of the mummers my selfe, simple as I stand here. I rather thinke it cost him very deare. I so it did, for it cost Ferdinando his life. How so? After we had got the chaine in mummery, And lost our box in counter cambio, My maister wore the chaine about his necke, Then Ferdinando met vs on the way, And reuild my maister, saying he stole the chaine, With that they drew, & there Ferdinando had the prickado. And whether fled my poore Erastus then? To Constantinople whether I must follow him, But ere he went, with many sighes and teares, He deliuered me the chaine, and bad me giue it you, For perfect argument that he was true, And you too credulous. Ah stay, no more, for I can heere no more. And I can sing no more. My hart had armd my tongue with iniury, To wrong my friend, whose thoughts were euer true, An poore Erastus how thy starres maling: Thou great commander of the swift wingd winds, And dreadfull Neptune bring him backe againe, But Eolus and Neptune let him go, For heere is nothing but reuenge and death, Then let him go, ile shortly follow him, Not with slow sailes, but with loues goulden winges, My ship shall be borne with teares, and blowne with sighes So will I soare about the Turkish land, Vntill I meete Erastus my sweete freend. And then and there, fall downe amid his armes, And in his bosome there power foorth my soule, For satisfaction of my trespasse past. Faire Loue, according vnto thy commaund, I seeke Erastus and will combate him. I seeke him, finde him, bring him to my sight, For till we meete, my hart shall want delight. My petty fellow, where hast thou hid thy maister, Marrie sir in an Armorours shop, Where you had not best go to him. Why so, I am in honour bound to combat him, I sir, but he knowing your fierce conditions, Hath planted a double cannon in the doore, Ready to discharge it vppon you, when you go by, I tell you for pure good will. In Knightly curtesie, I thanke thee, But hopes the coystrell to escape me so, Thinkes he bare cannon shot can keepe me back: Why wherfore serues my targe of proofe, but for the bullet That once put by, I roughly come vpon him, Like to the wings of lightning from aboue, I with a martiall looke astonish him, Then fals he downe poore wretch vpon his knee, And all to late, repents his surquedry. Then do I take him on my fingers point, And thus I beare him thorough euery streete, To be a laughing stock to all the towne. That done, I lay him at my mistres feete, For her to giue him doome of life or death.