Anonymous · published 1592 · first performed or written 1592 [c.1589-1592] (Annals) tragedy · Unknown unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 461 words
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Why what art thou that boldly bids us yield? Great Soliman, Lord of all the world. Thou art not Lord of all, Rhodes is not thine. It was, and shall be maugre who says no. I that say no will never see it thine. Why what art thou that dares resist my force? A Gentleman and thy mortal enemy, And one that dares thee to the single combat: First tell me, doth Perseda live or no? She lives to see the wrack of Soliman, Then i'll combat thee whate'er thou art. And in Erastus' name i'll combat thee, And here I promise thee on my Christian faith, Then will I yield Perseda to thy hands. That if thy strength shall over match my right, To use, as to thy liking shall seem best, But ere I come to enter single fight, First let my tongue utter my heart's despite, And thus my tale begins: thou wicked tyrant, Thou murderer, accursed homicide, For whom hell gapes, and all the ugly fiends Do wait for to receive thee in their jaws: Ah perjured and in humane Soliman, How could thy heart harbour a wicked thought? Against the spotless life of poor Erastus? Was he not true? would thou hadst been as just, Was he not valiant? would thou hadst been as virtuous, Was he not loyal? would thou hadst been as loving: Ah wicked tyrant in that one man's death, Thou hast betrayed the flower of Christendom, Died he because his worth obscured thine, In slaughtering him thy virtues are defamed, Didst thou misdo him, in hope to win Perseda, Ah foolish man, therein thou art deceived, For though she live, yet will she near live thine, Which to approve, i'll come to combat thee. Injurious foul mouthed knight, my wrathful arm Shall chastise and rebuke these injuries. I but hear you, are you so foolish to fight with him? I sirrah, why not, as long as I stand by? I'll not defend Erastus' innocence, But thee, maintaining of Perseda's beauty, I now I lay Perseda at thy feet, But with thy hand first wounded to the death, Now shall the world report that Soliman, Slew Erastus in hope to win Perseda, And murdered her for loving of her husband. What my Perseda, ah what have I done, Yet kiss me gentle love before thou die. A kiss I grant thee, though I hate thee deadly, I loved thee dearly and accept thy kiss, Why didst thou love Erastus more than me, Or why didst not give Soliman a kiss Ere this unhappy time, than hadst thou lived: Ah let me kiss thee too before I die, Nay die thou shalt for thy presumption, For kissing her whom I do hold so dear,
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Why what art thou that boldly bids vs yeeld? Great Soliman, Lord of all the world. Thou art not Lord of all, Rhodes is not thine. It was, and shall be maugre who saies no. I that say no will neuer see it thine. Why what art thou that dares resist my force? A Gentleman and thy mortall enemie, And one that dares thee to the single combate: First tell me, dooth Perseda liue or no? She liues to see the wrack of Soliman, Then ile combate thee what ere thou art. And in Erastus name ile combat thee, And heere I promise thee on my Christian faith, Then will I yeeld Perseda to thy hands. That if thy strength shall ouer match my right, To vse, as to thy liking shall seeme best, But ere I come to enter single fight, First let my tongue vtter my hearts despight, And thus my tale begins: thou wicked tirant, Thou murtherer, accursed homicide, For whome hell gapes, and all the vgly feends Do waite for to receiue thee in their iawes: Ah periur'd and in humaine Soliman, How could thy heart harbour a wicked thought? Against the spotlesse life of poore Erastus? VVas he not true? would thou hadst been as iust, VVas he not valiant? would thou hadst bin as vertuous, VVas he not loyall? would thou hadst beene as louing: Ah wicked tirant in that one mans death, Thou hast betrayde the flower of Christen dome, Dyed he because his worth obscured thine, In slaughtering him thy vertues are defamed, Didst thou misdoe him, in hope to win Perseda, Ah foolish man, therein thou art deceiued, For though she liue, yet will she neare liue thine, VVhich to approoue, ile come to combat thee. Iniurious foule mouthd knight, my wrathfull arme Shall chastise and rebuke these iniuries. I but heere you, are you so foolish to fight with him? I sirra, why not, as long as I stand by? Ile not defend Erastus innocence, But thee, maintianing of Persedas beautie, I now I lay Perseda at thy feete, But with thy hand first wounded to the death, Now shall the world report that Soliman, Slew Erastus in hope to win Perseda, And murtherd her for louing of hir husband. What my Perseda, ah what haue I doone, Yet kisse me gentle loue before thou die. A kisse I graunt thee, though I hate thee deadly, I loued thee deerelie and accept thy kisse, VVhy didst thou loue Erastus more then me, Or why didst not giue Soliman a kisse Ere this vnhappie time, then hadst thou liued: Ah let me kisse thee too before I die, Nay die thou shalt for thy presumption, For kissing her whom I do hould so deare,