Peele, George · published 1594 · first performed or written 1589 [1588-1589] (Annals) tragedy · Unknown unassigned nearest T59 Spanish courts: war, honour and courtshi · 454 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T59: andrea, spain, portugal, tribute, horatio, king, bellimperia, prince, lord, lorenzo.
Where art thou boy, where is Calypolis? O deadly wound that passeth by mine eye, The fatal prison of my swelling heart! O fortune constant in unconstancy! Fight earthquakes in the entrails of the earth, And Eastern whirlwinds in the hellish shades, Some foul contagion of the infected heaven, Blast all the trees, and in their cursed tops, The dismal night raven and tragic owl Breed, and become foretellers of my fall, The fatal ruin of my name and me, Adders and serpents hiss at my disgrace, And wound the earth with anguish of their stings, Now Abdelmelech, now triumph in Fez, Fortune hath made thee king of Barbary. Alas my Lord, what boots these huge exclaims To advantage us in this distressed estate, O pity our perplexed estate my Lord; And turn all curses to submiss complaints, And those complaints to actions of relief, I faint my Lord, and nought may cursing plaints Refresh the fading substance of my life. Faint all the world, consume and be accursed, Since my state faints and is accursed. Yet patience Lord to conquer sorrows so. What patience is for him that lacks his crown There is no patience where the loss is such, The shame of my disgrace hath put on wings, And swiftly flies about this earthly ball, Carest thou to live then fond Calypolis, When he that should give essence to thy soul, He on whose glory all thy joy should stay, Is soulless, gloryless, and desperate, Crying for battle, famine, sword and fire, Rather than calling for relief or life. But be content, thy hunger shall have end, Famine shall pine to death and thou shalt live, I will go hunt these cursed solitaries, And make the sword and target here my hound, To pull down lions and untamed beasts. Tush mother, cherish your unhearty soul, And feed with hope of happiness and ease, For if by valour or by policy, My kingly father can be fortunate, We shall be Ioues commanders once again, And flourish in a threefold happiness. His majesty hath sent Sebastian The good and harmless king of Portugal, A promise to resign the royalty And kingdom of Morocco to his hands, But when this haughty offer takes effect, And works affiance in Sebastian, My gracious Lord warned wisely to advise, I doubt not but will watch occasion, And take her foretop by the slenderest hair, To rid us of this miserable life. Good madame cheer yourself, my Father's wife, He can submit himself and live below, Make show of friendship, promise, vow and swear, Till by the virtue of his fair pretence, Sebastian trusting his integrity, He makes himself possessor of such fruits, As grow upon such great advantages.
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Where art thou boy, where is Calypolis? O deadly wound that passeth by mine eie, The fatall prison of my swelling heart! O fortune constant in vnconstancie! Fight earth-quakes in the intrailes of the earth, And Easterne whirl-windes in the hellish shades, Some foulecontagion of the infected heauen, Blast all the trees, and in their cursed tops, The dismall night rauen and tragike owle Breed, and become fore-tellers of my fall, The fatall ruine of my name and me, Adders and serpents hisse at my disgrace, And wound the earth with anguish of their stings, Now Abdelmelee, now triumph in Fesse, Fortune hath made thee king of Barbary. Alas my Lord, what boots these huge exclaime To aduantage vs in this distrest estate, Opittie our perplext estate my Lord; And turne all curses to submisse complaints, And those complaints to actions of reliefe, I faint my Lord, and naught may cursing plaintes Refresh the fading substance of my life. Faint all the world, consume and be accurst, Since my state faints and is accurst. Yet patience Lord to conquere sorrowes so. What patience is for him that lacks his crown There is no patience where the losse is such, The shame of my disgrace hath put on wings, And swiftly flies about this earthly ball, Car'st thou to liue then fond Calypolis, When he that should giue essence to thy soule, He on whose glorie all thy ioy should stay, Is soulelesse, glorylesse, and desperate, Crying for battell, famine, sword and fire, Rather then calling for reliefe or life. But be content, thy hunger shall haue end, Famine shall pine to death and thou shalt liue, I will go hunt these cursed solitaries, And make the sword and target here my hound, To pull downe lyons and vntamed beasts. Tush mother, cherish your vnheartie soule, And feede with hope of happines and ease, For if by valor or by policie, My kingly father can be fortunate, We shall be Ioues commanders once againe, And flourish in a three-fold happines. His maiestie hath sent Sebastian The good and harmelesse king of Portugall, A promise to resigne the roialtie And kingdome of Marocco to his hands, But when this haughtie offer takes effect, And workes affiance in Sebastian, My gracious Lord warnd wisely to aduise, I doubt not but will watch occasion, And take her fore-top by the slenderest haire, To rid vs of this miserable life. Good madame cheere your selfe, my Fathers wife, He can submit himselfe and liue below, Make shew of friendship, promise, vow and sweare, Till by the vertue of his faire pretence, Sebastian trusting his integritie, He makes himselfe possessor of such fruits, As grow vpon such great aduantages.