Peele, George · published 1594 · first performed or written 1589 [1588-1589] (Annals) tragedy · Unknown unassigned nearest T59 Spanish courts: war, honour and courtshi · 533 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T59: andrea, spain, portugal, tribute, horatio, king, bellimperia, prince, lord, lorenzo.
Now hath the Sun displayed his golden beams, And dusky clouds dispersed, the welkin clears, Wherein the twenty coloured rainbow shows, After this fight happy and fortunate, Wherein our Moores have lost the day, And victory adorned with fortunes plumes, Alights on Abdelmelech's glorious crest, Here find we time to breath, and now begin To pay thy due and duties thou dost owe, To heaven and earth, to Gods and Amurath. And now draw near, and heaven and earth give ear Give ear and record heaven and earth with me, Ye Lords of Barbarie hearken and attend, Hark to the words I speak, and vow I make, To plant the true succession of the crown, Lo Lords, in our seat royal to succeed, Our only brother here we do install, And by the name of Muly Mahamet Seth, Entitle him true heir unto the crown, Ye Gods of heaven gratulate this deed, That men on earth may therewith stand content. Lo thus my due and duty is done, I pay To heaven and earth, to Gods and Amurath. Renowned Bassa, to remunerate Thy worthiness and magnanimity, Behold the noblest ladies of the land, Bring present tokens of their gratitude. Rubin that breaths but for revenge, Bassa by this commends herself to thee Resign the token of her thankfulness To Amurath the God of earthly kings, Doth Rubin give and sacrifice her son, Not with sweet smoke of fire, or sweet perfume, But with his father's sword, his mother's thanks Doth Rubin give her son to Amurath. As Rubin gives her son, so we ourselves To Amurath give, and fall before his face. Bassa, wear thou the gold of Barbarie, And glister like the palace of the Sun, In honour of the deed that thou hast-dun. Well worthy of the aid of Amurath, Is Abdelmelec and these noble dames, Rubin thy son I shall ere long bestow, Where thou dost him bequeath in honour's fee, On Amurath, mighty Emperor of the East, That shall receive the imp of royal race, With cheerful looks and gleams of princely grace, This chosen guard of Amurath's janissaries, I leave to honour and attend on thee, King of Morocco conqueror of thy foes, True king of Fez, Emperor of Barbarie, Muly Molocco live and keep thy seat, In spite of fortune's spite or enemies threats, Ride Bassa now, bold Bassa homeward ride, As glorious as great Pompey in his pride. Welcome to Lisbon valiant Catholics, Welcome brave Englishmen to Portugal, Most reverent primate of the Irish Church. And noble Stukeley famous by thy name, Welcome, thrice welcome to Sebastian's town, And welcome English captains to you all, It joyeth us to see his holiness fleet, Cast anchor happily upon our coast. These welcomes worthy governor of Lisbon, Argue an honourable mind in thee, But treat of our misfortune therewithal, To Ireland by pope Gregory's command, Were we all bound, and therefore thus embarked, To land our forces there at unawares, Conquering the land for his holiness, And so restore it to the Roman faith, This was the cause of our expedition, And Ireland long ere this had been subdued, Had not foul weather brought us to this bay.
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Now hath the Sun displaid his golden beams, And duskie clouds dispearst, the welkin cleeres, Wherein the twentie coloured rainbow shewes, After this fight happie and fortunate, Wherein our Moores haue lost the day, And victorie adornd with fortunes plumes, Alights on Abdelmelecs glorious creast, Here finde we time to breath, and now begin To paie thy due and duties thou doest owe, To heauen and earth, to Gods and Amurath. And now drawe neere, and heauen and earth giue eare Giue eare and record heauen and earth with me, Ye Lords of Barbarie hearken and attend, Hearke to the wordes I speake, and vowe I make, To plant the true succession of the crowne, Loe Lords, in our seate roiall to succeede, Our onely brother here we doo install, And by the name of Muly Mahamet Seth, Intitle him true heire vnto the crowne, Ye Gods of heauen gratulate this deed, That men on earth may therwith stand content. Lo thus my due and duetie is done, I paie To heauen and earth, to Gods and Amurath. Renowmed Bassa, to remunerate Thy worthines and magnanimitie, Behold the noblest ladies of the land, Bring present tokens of their gratitude. Rubin that breaths but for reuenge, Bassa by this commends her selfe to thee Resigne the token of her thankfulnes To Amurath the God of earthly kings, Doth Rubin giue and sacrifice her sonne, Not with sweet smoake of fire, or sweet perfume, But with his fathers sword, his mothers thankes Doth Rubin giue her sonne to Amurath. As Rubin giues her sonne, so we our selues To Amurath giue, and fall before his face. Bassa, weare thou the golde of Barbarie, And glister like the pallace of the Sunne, In honour of the deed that thou hast-dun. Well worthie of the aide of Amurath, Is Ab dilmelec and these noble dames, Rubin thy sonne I shall ere long bestow, Where thou doest him bequeath in honours fee, On Amurath, mightie Emperor of the East, That shall receiue the impe of roiall race, With cheerefull lookes and gleames of princely grace, This chosen gard of Amuraths Ienizaries, I leaue to honor and attend on thee, King of Marocco conqueror of thy foes, True king of Fesse, Emperor of Barbarie, Muly Molocco liue and keepe thy seate, In spite of fortunes spite or enemies threats, Ride Bassa now, bold Bassa homeward ride, As glorious as great Pompey in his pride. Welcome to Lisborne valiant Catholikes, Welcome braue English-men to Portugall, Most reuerent primate of the Irish Church. And noble Stukeley famous by thy name, Welcome, thrice welcome to Sebastians towne, And welcome English captaines to you all, It ioyeth vs to see his holynes fleet, Cast ancor happily vpon our coast. These welcomes worthie gouernor of Lisborne, Argue an honorable minde in thee, But treate of our misfortune therewithall, To Ireland by pope Gregories command, Were we all bound, and therefore thus imbarkt, To land our forces there at vnawares, Conquering the land for his holynesse, And so restore it to the Romane faith, This was the cause of our expedition, And Ireland long ere this had bin subdude, Had not foule weather brought vs to this bay.