The Spanish Tragedy (Hieronimo is Mad Again) · chunk 2 of 41
Kyd, Thomas · published 1592 · first performed or written 1587 [1585-1589; revised c.1597(?) and 1601-2] (Annals) tragedy · Unknown T59 Spanish courts: war, honour and courtshi typicality 0.70 · 510 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T59: andrea, spain, portugal, tribute, horatio, king, bellimperia, prince, lord, lorenzo.
And murderers groan with never killing wounds, And perjured wights scalded in boiling lead, And all soul sins with torments overwhelmed▪ Twixt these two ways, I trod the middle path, Which brought me to the fair Elysian green. In midst whereof there stands a stately Tower, The walls of brass, the gates of Adamant. Here finding Pluto with his Proserpine, I showed my passport humbled on my knee. Whereat fair Proserpine began to smile, And begged that only she might give my doom. Pluto was pleased and sealed it with a kiss. Forthwith (Revenge) she rounded thee in th'ear, And bade thee lead me through the gates of Hor: Where dreams have passage in the silent night. No sooner had she spoke but we were here, I wot not how, in twinkling of an eye. THen know Andrea that thou art arrived, Where thou shalt see the author of thy death: Don Balthazar the Prince of Portingale. Deprived of life by Bel-imperia: Here sit we down to see the mystery, And serve for Chorus in this tragedy. NOw say L. General, how fares our Camp? All well my sovereign Liege, except some few, That are deceased by fortune of the war. But what portends thy cheerful countenance, And posting to our presence thus in haste? Speak man, hath fortune given us victory? Victory my Liege, and that with little loss. Our Portingals will pay us tribute then. Tribute and wonted homage therewithal. Then blessed be heaven, and guider of the heavens, From whose fair influence such justice flows. O multum dilecte Deo, tb militat her, Et coniuratae curuato poplito gentes Succumbunt: rectiseror est victoria juris. Thanks to my loving brother of Castille. But General, unfold in brief discourse, Your form of battle and your wars success. That adding all the pleasure of thy news, Unto the height of former happiness, With deeper wage and greater dignity, We may reward thy blissful chivalry. Where Spain and Portingale do jointly knit Their frontiers, leaning on each others bound: There met our armies in their proud array, Both furnished well, both full of hope and fear: Both menacing alike with daring shows, Both vaunting sundry colours of device, Both cherely sounding trumpets, drums and fifes. Both raising dreadful clamours to the sky, That valleys, hills, and rivers made rebound, And heaven itself was frighted with the sound. Our battles both were pitched in squadron form, Each corner strongly fenced with wings of shot, But ere we joined and came to push of Pike, I brought a squadron of our readiest shot, From out our rearward to begin the fight, They brought another wing to encounter us: meanwhile our ordinance played on either side, And Captains strove to have their valours tried. Don Pedro their chief horse men's Colonel: Did with his Cornet bravely make attempt, To break the order of our battle ranks. But Don Rogero worthy man of war, Marched forth against him with our Musketeers, And stopped the malice of his fell approach. While they maintain hot skirmish too and fro,
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And murderers grone with neuer killing wounds, And periurde wights scalded in boyling lead, And all soule sinnes with torments ouerwhelmd▪ Twixt these two waies, I rod the middle path, Which brought me to the faire Elizian greene. In midst whereof there standes a stately Towre, The walles of brasse▪ the gates of Adamant. Heere finding Pluto with his Proserpine, I shewed my pasport humbled on my knee. Whereat faire Proserpine began to smile, And begd that onely she might giue my doome. Pluo was pleasd and sealde it with a kisse. Forthwith (Reuenge) she rounded thee in th'eare, And bad thee lead me through the gates of Hor: Where dreames haue passage in the silent night. No sooner had she spoke but we were heere, I wot not how, in twinkling of an eye. THen know Andrea that thou art ariu'd, Where thou shalt see the author of thy death: Don Balthazar the Prince of Portingale. Depriu'd of life by Bel-imperia: Heere sit we downe to see the misterie, And serue for Chorus in this tragedie. NOw say L. Generall, how fares our Campe? All wel my soueraigne Liege, except some few, That are deceast by fortune of the warre. But what portends thy cheerefull countenance, And posting to our presence thus in hast? Speak man, hath fortune giuen vs victorie? Victorie my Liege, and that with little losse. Our Portingals will pay vs tribute then. Tribute and wonted homage therewithall. Then blest be heauen, and guider of the heauens, From whose faire influence such iustice flowes. O multum dilecte Deo, tb militat her, Et coniuratae curuato poplito gentes Succumbunt: rectisror est victoria iuris. Thanks to my louing brother of Castile. But Generall, vnfolde in breefe discourse, Your forme of battell and your warres successe. That adding all the pleasure of thy newes, Vnto the height of former happines▪ With deeper wage and greater dignitie, We may reward thy blisfull chiualrie. Where Spaine and Portingale do ioyntly knit Their frontiers, leaning on each others bound: There met our armies in their proud aray, Both furnisht well, both full of hope and feare: Both menacing alike with daring showes, Both vaunting sundry colours of deuice, Both cheerly sounding trumpets, drums and fifes. Both raising dreadfull clamors to the skie, That valleis, hils, and riuers made rebound, And heauen it selfe was frighted with the sound. Our battels both were pitcht in squadron forme, Each corner strongly enst with wings of shot, But ere we ioynd and came to push of Pike, I brought a squadron of our readiest shot, From out our rearward to begin the fight, They brought another wing to incounter vs: Meane while our ordinance plaid on either side, And Captaines stroue to haue their valours tride. Don Pedro their chiefe horse mens Coonell: Did with his Cornet brauely make attempt, To break the order of our battel rankes. But Don Rgero worthy man of warre, Marcht forth against him with our Muskier, And stopt the mallice of his fell approch. While they maintaine hot skirmish too and fro,