Anonymous · published 1592 · first performed or written 1592 [c.1589-1592] (Annals) tragedy · Unknown unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 516 words
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Accursed Chain, unfortunate Lucina, My friend is gone, and I am desolate. My friend is gone, and I am desolate, Return him back fair stars or let me die. Return him back fair heavens, or let me die, For what was he but comfort of my life? For what was he but comfort of my life? But why was I so careful of the Chain. But why was I so careless of the chain, Had I not lost it, my friend had not been slain. Had I not asked it, my friend had not departed, His parting is my death. His deaths my lives departing, And here my tongue doth stay, with swollen heart's grief, And here my swollen heart's grief doth stay my tongue. For whom weep you? Ah, for Fernando's dying. For whom mourn you? Ah, for Erastus flying, Why Lady is not Basilisco here? Why Lady doth not Basilisco live? Am not I worth both these for whom you mourn: Then take one half of me, and cease to weep, Or if you gladly would enjoy me both, I'll serve the one by day, the other by night, And I will pay you both your sound delight. Ah how unpleasant is mirth to melancholy. My heart is full, I cannot laugh at folly. See, see, Lucina hates me like a Toad, Because that when Erastus spoke my name, Her love Fernando died at the same, So dreadful is our name to cowardice. On the otherside, Perseda takes it unkindly, That ere he went I brought not bound unto her, Erastus that faint hearted run away: Alas how could I, for his man no sooner Informed him, that I sought him up and down, But he was gone in twinkling of an eye: But I will after my delicious love, For well I wot, though she dissemble thus, And cloak affection with her modesty, With love of me her thoughts are over gone, More than was Phillis with her Demophon. Brave prince of Cyprus, and our son in law, Now there is little time to stand and talk, The Turks have passed our Galleys and are landed, You with some men at arms shall take the Tower, I with the rest will down unto the strain: If we be beaten back we'll come to you, And here in spite of damned Turks, we'll gain A glorious death or famous victory. About it then. Drum sound a parley to the citizens. What parley craves the Turkish at our hands. We come with mighty Soliman's command, Monarch and mighty Emperor of the world, From East to West, from South, to Septentrion, If you resist, expect what war affords, Mischief, murder, blood, and extremity, What wilt thou yield and try our clemency? Say I, or no; for we are peremptory. Your Lord usurps in all that he possesseth, And that great God which we do truly worship, Shall strengthen us against your insolence. Now if thou plead for mercy, 'tis to late: Come fellow Soldiers, let us to the breach, That's made already on the other side.
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Accursed Chaine, vnforrunate Lucina, My friend is gone, and I am desolate. My friend is gone, and I am desolate, Returne him backe faire starres or let me die. Returne him back faire heauens, or let me die, For what was he but comfort of my life? For what was he but comfort of my life? But why was I so carefull of the Chaine. But why was I so carelesse of the chaine, Had I not lost it, my friend had not beene slaine. Had I not askt it, my friend had not departed, His parting is my death. His deaths my liues departing, And here my tongue dooth stay, with swolne harts greefe, And here my swolne harts greef doth stay my tongue. For whom weepe you? Ah, for Fernandos dying. For whom mourne you? Ah, for Erastus flying, Why Lady is not Basilisco here? Why Lady dooth not Basilisco liue? Am not I worth both these for whom you mourne: Then take one halfe of me, and cease to weepe, Orif you gladly would inioy me both, Ile serue the one by day, the other by night, And I will pay you both your sound delight. Ah how vnpleasant is mirth to melancholy. My heart is full, I cannot laugh at follie. See, see, Lucinae hates me like a Toade, Because that when Erastus spake my name, Her loue Fernando died at the same, So dreadfull is our name to cowerdice. On the otherside, Perseda takes it vnkindly, That ere he went I brought not bound vnto her, Erastus that faint hearted run away: Alasse how could I, for his man no sooner Informd him, that I sought him vp and downe, But he was gon in twinckling of an eye: But I will after my delitious loue, For well I wot, though she desemble thus, And cloake affection with hir modestie, With loue of me her thoughts are ouer gone, More then was Phillis with hir Demophon. Braue prince of Cipris, and our sonne in law, Now there is little time to stand and talke, The Turkes haue past our Gallies and are landed, You with some men at armes shall take the Tower, I with the rest will downe vnto the strane: If we be beaten back weele come to you, And here in spight of damned Turkes, weele gaine A glorious death or famous victorie. About it then. Drum sound a parle to the Citttzens. What parle craues the Turkish at our hands. We come with mightie Solimans commaund, Monarch and mightie Emperor of the world, From East to Weast, from South, to Septentrion, If you resist, expect what warre affordes, Mischiefe, murther, bloud, and extremitie, What wilt thou yeeld and trie our clemencie? Say I, or no; for we are peremtorie. Your Lord vsurps in all that he posesseth, And that great God which we do truly worship, Shall strengthen vs against your insolence. Now if thou plead for mercie, tis to late: Come fellow Souldiers, let vs to the breach, Thats made already on the other side.