Anonymous · published 1592 · first performed or written 1592 [c.1589-1592] (Annals) tragedy · Unknown unassigned nearest T7 The Trojan war: conflict and its afterma · 467 words
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Yet dare I bear her hence, to do thee good. No let her lie, a prey to ravening birds: Nor shall her death alone suffice for his, Rhodes now shall be no longer Soliman's, we'll fortify our walls, and keep the town, In spite of proud insulting Soliman, I know the lecher hopes to have my love, And first Perseda, shall with this hand die, Then yield to him and live in infamy. I will ruminate. Death which the poets feign to be pale and meager; Hath deprived Erastus' trunk from breathing vitality, A brave cavalier, but my approved foeman: Let me see: where is that Alcides, surnamed Hercules? The only Club man of his time: dead. Where is the eldest son of Priam? That abraham coloured Troion: dead. Where is the leader of the Myrmidons, That well knit Achill: dead. Where is that furious Ajax, the son of Telamon, Or that fraudful squire of Ithaca, yclept Ulysses? dead, Where is tipsy Alexander, that great cup conqueror, Or Pompey that brave warrior? dead: I am myself strong, but I confess death to be stronger, I am valiant, but mortal, I am adorned with nature's gifts, A giddy goddess, that now giveth and anon taketh, I am wise, but quiddits will not answer death: To conclude in a word, to be captious virtuous, ingenious, Or to be nothing when it pleaseth death to be envious. The great Turk, whose seat is Constantinople, Hath beleaguered Rhodes, whose chieftain is a woman. I could take the rule upon me, But the shrub is safe when the Cedar shaketh: I love Perseda as one worthy, But I love Basilisco as one I hold more worthy. My father's son, my mother's solace, my proper self. Faith he can do little that cannot speak, And he can do less that cannot run away. Then sith man's life is as a glass, and a fillip may crack it, Mine is no more and a bullet may pierce it: Therefore I will play lest in sight. The gates are shut, which proves that Rhodes revolts, And that Perseda is not Soliman's. Ah Brusor see where thy Lucina lies Butchered despitefully without the walls. Unkind Perseda, couldst thou use her so? And yet we used Perseda little better. Nay gentle Brusor stay thy tears a while, lest with thy woes thou spoil my comedy, And all to soon be turned to Tragedies. Go Brusor, bear her to thy private tent, Where we at leisure will lament her death, And with our tears be wail her obsequies: For yet Perseda lives for Soliman. Drum sound a parle, were it not for her, I would sack the town ere I would sound a parley. At whose entreaty is this parley sounded? At our entreaty, therefore yield the town.
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Yet dare I beare her hence, to do thee good. No let her lie, a pray to rauening birds: Nor shall her death alone suffice for his, Rhodes now shall be no longer Solimans, VVeele fortifie our walles, and keepe the towne, In spight of proud insulting Soliman, I know the letcher hopes to haue my loue, And first Perseda, shall with this hand die, Then yeeld to him and liue in infamie. I will ruminate. Death which the poets Faine to be pale and meager; Hath depriued Erastus trunke from breathing vitalitie, A braue Cauelere, but my aprooued foeman: Let me see: where is that Alcides, surnamed Hercules? The onely Club man of his time: dead. VVhere is the eldest sonne of Pryam? That abraham couloured Troion: dead. VVhere is the leader of the Mirmidons, That well knit Accill: dead. VVhere is that furious Aiax, the sonne of Telamon, Or that fraudfull squire of Ithaca, Iclipt Vlisses? dead, VVhere is tipsie Alexander, that great cup conquerour, Or Pompey that braue warriour? dead: I am my selfe strong, but I confesse death to be stronger, I am valiant, but mortall, I am a dorned with natures gifs, A giddie goddesse, that now giueth and anon taketh, I am wise, but quiddits will not answer death: To conclude in a word, to be captious vertuous, ingenious, Or to be nothing when it pleaseth death to be enuious. The great Turque, whose seat is Constantinople, Hath beleagred Rhodes, whose chieftaine is a woman. I could take the rule vpon me, But the shrub is safe when the Cedar shaketh: I loue Perseda as one worthie, But I loue Basilisco as one I hould more worthie. My fathers sonne, my mothers solace, my proper selfe. Faith he can doe little that cannot speake, And he can doe lesse that cannot runne away. Then sith mans life is as a glasse, and a phillip may cracke it, Mine is no more and a bullet may pearce it: Therefore I will play least in sight. The gates are shut, which prooues that Rhodes reuolts, And that Perseda is not Solimans. Ah Brusor see where thy Lucina lies Butcherd dispightfullie without the walles. Vnkinde Perseda, couldst thou vse her so? And yet we vs'd Perseda little better. Nay gentle Brusor stay thy teares a while, Least with thy woes thou spoile my commedie, And all to soone be turnd to Tragedies. Go Brusor, beare her to thy priuatetent, Where we at leasure will lament her death, And with our teares be waile her obsequies: For yet Perseda liues for Soliman. Drum sounda parle, were it not for her, I would sacke the towne ere I would sound a parle. At whose intreatie is this parle sounded? At our intreaty, therefore yeeld the towne.