Peele, George · published 1594 · first performed or written 1589 [1588-1589] (Annals) tragedy · Unknown unassigned nearest T17 Eastern conquest: Persians, Turks and so · 518 words
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Honour the spur that pricks the princely mind, To follow rule and climb the stately chair, With great desire inflames the Portingal, An honourable and courageous king, To undertake a dangerous dreadful war, And aid with christian arms the barbarous Moore, The Negro Muly Hamet that withholds The kingdom from his uncle Abdelmelec, Whom proud Abdallas wronged, And in his throne installs his cruel son, That now usurps upon this prince, This brave Barbarian Lord Muly Molocco. The passage to the crown by murder made, Abdallas dies, and reigns this tyrant king, Of whom we treat sprung from the Arabian moore Black in his look, and bloody in his deeds, And in his shirt stained with a cloud of gore, Presents himself with naked sword in hand, Accompanied as now you may behold, With devils coted in the shapes of men. Like those that were by kind of murder mummed, Sit down and see what heinous stratagems These damned wits contrive. And lo alas How like poor lambs prepared for sacrifice; This traitor king hales to their longest home, These tender Lords his younger brethren both. His brethren thus in fatal bed behearsed, His father's brother of too light belief. This Negro puts to death by proud command. Say not these things are feigned, for true they are, And understand how eager to enjoy His father's crown this unbelieving Moore Murdering his uncle and his brethren, Triumphs in his ambitious tyranny, Till Nemesis high mistress of revenge, That with her scourge keeps all the world in awe, With thundering drums awakes the God of war, And calls the furies from Auernus crags, To range and rage and vengeance to inflict Vengeance on this accursed Moore for sin, And now behold how Abdelmelec comes, Uncle to this unhappy traitor king, Armed with great aid that Amurath had sent, Great Amurath Emperor of the East, For service done to Sultan Soliman, Under whose colours he had served in field, Flying the fury of this negro's father, That wronged his brethren to install his son. Sit you and see this true and tragic war, A modern matter full of blood and ruth, Where three bold kings confounded in their height, Fell to the earth contending for a crown, And call this war The battle of Alcazar. all-hail Argerd Zareo and ye Moores, Salute the frontiers of your native home, Cease rattling drums, and Abdelmelec here Throw up thy trembling hands to heavens throne Pay to thy God due thanks and thanks to him That strengthens thee with mighty gracious arms, Against the proud usurper of thy right, The royal seat and crown of Barbarie, Great Amurath great Emperor of the world, The world bear witness how I do adore The sacred name of Amurath the great. Calsepius Bassa, Bassa Calcepius To thee and to thy trusty band of men That carefully attend us in our camp, Picked soldiers comparable to the guard Of Myrmidons, that kept Achilles' tent Such thanks we give to thee and to them all, As may concern a poor distressed king In honour and in princely courtesy.
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HOnor the spurre that pricks the princely minde, To followe rule and climbe the stately chaire, With great desire inflames the Portingall, An honorable and couragious king, To vndertake a dangerous dreadfull warre, And aide with christian armes the barbarous Moore, The Negro Muly Hamet that with-holds The kingdome from his vnkle Abdilmelec, Whom proud Abdallas wrongd, And in his throne instals his cruell sonne, That now vsurps vpon this prince, This braue Barbarian Lord Muly Molocco. The passage to the crowne by murder made, Abdallas dies, and deisnes this tyrant king, Of whome we treate sprong from the Arabian moore Blacke in his looke, and bloudie in his deeds, And in his shirt staind with a cloud of gore, Presents himselfe with naked sword in hand, Accompanied as now you may behold, With deuils coted in the shapes of men. Like those that were by kind of murther mumd, Sit downe and see what hainous stratagems These damned wits contriue. And lo alas How lyke poore lambes prepard for sacrifice; This traitor king hales to their longest home, These tender Lords his yonger brethren both. His brethren thus in fatall bed behearst, His fathers brother of too light beleefe. This Negro puts to death by proud command. Saie not these things are faind, for true they are, And vnderstand how eager to inioy His fathers crowne this vnbeleeuing Moore Murthering his vnkle and his brethren, Triumphs in his ambitious tyrannie, Till Nemisis high mistres of reuenge, That with her scourge keepes all the world in awe, With thundering drums awakes the God of warre, And cals the furies from Auernus crags, To range and rage and vengeance to inflict Vengeance on this accursed Moore for sinne, And now behold how Abdelmelec comes, Vnkle to this vnhappie traitor king, Armd with great aide that Amurath had sent, Great Amurath Emperor of the East, For seruice done to Sultan Solimon, Vnder whose colours he had serud in field, Flying the furie of this Negroes father, That wrongd his brethren to install his sonne. Sit you and see this true and tragicke warre, A modern matter full of bloud and ruth, Where three bolde kings confounded in their height, Fell to the earth contending for a crowne, And call this warre The battell of Alcazar. Alhaile Argerd Zareo and yee Moores, Salute the frontires of your natiue home, Cease ratling drums, and Abdilmelec here Throw vp thy trembling hands to heauens throne Pay to thy God due thankes and thankes to him That strengthens thee with mightie gracious armes, Against the proud vsurper of thy right, The roiall seate and crowne of Barbarie, Great Amurath great Emperour of the world, The world beare witnesse how I do adore The sacred name of Amurath the great. Calcepius Bassa, Bassa Calcepius To thee and to thy trustie band of men That carefully attend vs in our camp, Pickt souldiers comparable to the guard Of Mermidons, that kept Achilles tent Such thankes we giue to thee and to them all, As may conserne a poore distressed king In honour and in princely curtesie.