Anonymous · published 1592 · first performed or written 1592 [c.1589-1592] (Annals) tragedy · Unknown unassigned nearest T34 Thebes and royal catastrophe: siege, sla · 513 words
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I but hear you sir, I am bound In pain of my masters displeasure, To have about at cuffs, afore you and I part, Ha, ha, ha, Eagles are challenged by paltry flies, Thy folly gives thee privilege, begone, begone, No, no sir, I must have about with you sir that's flat, That for retaining one so virtuous, lest my master turn me out of service. Why, art thou weary of thy life? No by my faith sir. Then fetch thy weapons, and with my single fist, I'll combat thee, my body all unarmed. Why lend me thine, and save me a labour. I tell thee, if Alcides lived this day, He could not wield my weapons. Why wilt thou stay till I come again? I upon my honour. That shall be when I come from Turkey. Is this little desperate fellow gone, Doubtless he is a very tall fellow, And yet it were disgrace to all my chivalry, To combat one so base: I'll send some Crane to combat with the pigmy, Not that I fear, but that I scorn to fight. Fortune thou madest Fernando find the chain, But yet by loves instruction he was taught, To make a present of it to his Mistress, But Fortune would not let her keep it long, Nay rather Love, by whose suggest power, Erastus used such dice, as being false, Ran not by Fortune, but necessity. Mean time I brought Fernando on the way, To see and challenge what Lucina lost. And by that challenge I abridged his life, And forced Erastus into banishment, Parting him from his love, in spite of Love, But with my golden wings i'll follow him, And give him aid and succour in distress. And doubt not to, but Fortune will be there, And cross him too, and sometimes flatter him, And lift him up, and throw him down again. And here and there in ambush Death will stand, To mar what Love or Fortune takes in hand. How long shall Soliman spend his time, And waste his days in fruitless obsequies, Adds but a trouble to my brother's ghost: Perhaps my grief and long continual moan, Which but for me would now have took their rest, Then farewell sorrow, and now revenge draw near. In controversy touching the isle of Rhodes, My brothers dyde, on Rhodes i'll he revenged, Now tell me Brusor what's the news at Rhodes? Hath the young prince of Cyprus married Cornelia, daughter to the Governor. He hath my Lord, with the greatest pomp, That e'ere I saw at such a festival. What greater than at our coronation? Inferior to that only. At tilt, who won the honour of the day? A worthy Knight of Rhodes, a matchless man, His name Erastus, not twenty years of age, Not tall, but well proportioned in his limbs, I never saw, except your excellence, A man whose presence more delighted me, And had he worshipped Mahomet for Christ, He might have borne me through out all the world, So well I loved and honoured the man.
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I but heere you sir, I am bound In paine of my maisters displeasure, To haue about at cuffes, afore you and I part, Ha, ha, ha, Eagles are chalenged by paltry flyes, Thy folly giues thee priuiledge, begon, begon, No, no sir, I must haue about with you sir thats flat, That for retaining one so vertuous, Least my maister turne me out of seruice. Why, art thou wearie of thy life? No by my faith sir. Then fetch thy weapons, and with my single fist, Ile combat thee, my body all vnarmd. Why lend me thine, and saue me a labour. I tell thee, if Alcides liued this day, He could not weild my weapons. Why wilt thou stay till I come againe? I vpon my honour. That shall be when I come from Turkey. Is this little desperate fellow gon, Doubtlesse he is a very tall fellow, And yet it were disgrace to all my chiualrie, To combate one so base: Ile send some Crane to combate with the Pigmew, Not that I feare, but that I scorne to fight. Fortune thou madest Fernando finde the chaine, But yet by Loues instruction he was taught, To make a present of it to his Mistris, But Fortune would not let her keepe it long, Nay rather Loue, by whose suggisted power, Erastus vsde such dice, as being false, Ran not by Fortune, but necessitie. Meane time I brought Fernando on the way, To see and chalenge what Lucina lost. And by that chalenge I abridgde his life, And forst Erastus into banishment, Parting him from his loue, in spight of Loue, But with my goulden winges ile follow him, And giue him aide and succour in distresse. And doubt not to, but Fortune will be there, And crosse him too, and sometimes flatter him, And lift him vp, and throw him downe againe. And here and there in ambush Death will stand, To marre what Loue or Fortune takes in hand. How long shall Soliman spend his time, And waste his dayes in fruitlesse obsequies, Ads but a trouble to my brothers ghost: Perhaps my greefe and long continuall moane, Which but for me would now haue tooke their rest, Then farewell sorrow, and now reuenge draw neere. In controuersie touching the Ile of Rhodes, My brothers dyde, on Rhodes ile he reuengd, Now tell me Brusor whats the newes at Rhodes? Hath the yong prince of Cipris married Cornelia, daughter to the Gouernour. He hath my Lord, with the greatest pompe, That ere I saw at such a festiuall. What greater then at our coronation? Inferiour to that onely. At tilt, who woone the honor of the day? A worthie Knight of Rhodes, a matchlesse man, His name Erastus, not twentie yeares of age, Not tall, but well proportioned in his lims, I neuer saw, except your excellence, A man whose presence more delighted me, And had he worshipt Mahomet for Christ, He might haue borne me through out all the world, So well I loued and honoured the man.