Peele, George · published 1594 · first performed or written 1589 [1588-1589] (Annals) tragedy · Unknown unassigned nearest T10 England and France: war, embassy and pea · 437 words
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But more dishonour hangs on such misdeeds, Than all the profit their return can bear, Such secret judgements hath the heavens imposed Upon the drooping state of Barbarie, As public merits in such lewd attempts, Hath drawn with violence upon our heads. Hold thee Calypolis feed and faint no more, This flesh I forced from a lioness, Meat of a princess, for a princess meat, Learn by her noble stomach to esteem Penury plenty, in extremest dearth, Who when she saw her foragement bereft, Pined not in melancholy or childish fear, But as brave minds are strongest in extremes, So she redoubling her former force Ranged through the woods, and rent the breeding vaults Of proudest savages to save herself, Feed then and faint not fair Calypolis, For rather than fierce famine shall prevail, To gnaw thy entrails with her thorny teeth, The conquering lioness shall attend on thee, And lay huge heaps of slaughtered carcases As bulwarks in her way to keep her back. I will provide thee of a princely osprey, That as she flieth over fish in pools, The fish shall turn their glistering bellies up, And thou shalt take thy liberal choice of all, Ioues stately bird with wide commanding wings Shall hover still about thy princely head, And beat down fowl by shoals into thy lap, Feed then and faint not fair Calypolis. Thanks good my Lord, and though my stomach be Too queasy to digest such bloody meat, Yet strength I it with virtue of my mind, I doubt no whit but I shall live my Lord. Into the shades then fair Calypolis, And make thy son and Negroes here good cheer, Feed and be fat that we may meet the foe With strength and terror to revenge our wrong. Call forth those Moores, those men of Barbarie. That came with letters from the king of Fez. Ye warlike lords and men of chivalry, Honourable Ambassadors of this high regent, Hark to Sebastian king of Portugal: These letters sent from your distressed Lord, Torn from his throne by Abdilmelec's hand, Strengthened and raised by furious Amurath, Imports a kingly favour at our hands, For aid to reobtain his royal seat, And place his fortunes in their former height. For 'quital of which honourable arms, By these his letters he doth firmly vow, Wholly to yield and to surrender up The kingdom of Moroccus to our hands, And to become to us contributary, And to content himself with the realm of Fez, These lines my Lords writ in extremity, Contain therefore but during fortune's date, How shall Sebastian then believe the same?
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But more dishonor hangs on such misdeeds, Than all the profit their returne can beare, Such secret judgements hath the heauens imposde Vpon the drouping state of Barbarie, As publike merites in such lewd attempts, Hath drawne with violence vpon our heads. Hold thee Calypolis feed and faint no more, This flesh I forced from a lyonesse, Meate of a princesse, for a princesse meate, Learne by her noble stomacke to esteeme Penurie plentie, in extreamest dearth, Who when she sawe her foragement bereft, Pinde not in melancholy or childlish feare, But as braue mindes are strongest in extreames, So she redoubling her former force Rangde thorough the woodes, and rent the breeding vaultes Of proudest sauages to saue her selfe, Feede then and faint not faire Calypolis, For rather than fierce famine shall preuaile, To gnaw thy intrailes with her thornie teeth, The conquering lyonesse shall attend on thee, And laie huge heapes of slaughtered carcases As bulwarkes in her waie to keepe her backe. I will prouide thee of a princely ospraie, That as she flyeth ouer fish in pooles, The fish shall turne their glistering bellies vp, And thou shalt take thy liberall choice ofall, Ioues stately bird with wide commanding wings Shall houer still about thy princely head, And beate downe fowle by sholes into thy lap, Feede then and faint not faire Calypolis. Thankes good my Lord, and though my stomacke be Too queasie to disgest such bloudie meate, Yet strength I it with vertue of my minde, I doubt no whit but I shall liue my Lord. Into the shades then faire Calypolis, And make thy sonne and Negros here good cheere, Feede and be fat that we may meete the foe With strength and terror to reuenge our wrong. Call forth those Moores, those men of Barbarie. That came with letters from the king of Fesse. Ye warlike lords and men of chiualrie, Honorable Embassadors of this high regent, Harke to Sebastian king of Portugall: These letters sent from your distressed Lord, Torne from his throne by Abdilmelecs hand, Strengthned and raisde by furious Amurath, Imports a kingly fauor at our hands, For aide to reobtaine his roiall seate, And place his fortunes in their former height. For quitall of which honorable armes, By these his letters he doth firmely vow, Wholy to yeeld and to surrender vp The kingdome of Maroccus to our hands, And to become to vs contributarie, And to content himselfe with the realme of Fesse, These lines my Lords writ in extremitie, Containe therefore but during fortunes date, How shall Sebastian then beleeue the same?