Peele, George · published 1594 · first performed or written 1589 [1588-1589] (Annals) tragedy · Unknown unassigned nearest T59 Spanish courts: war, honour and courtshi · 528 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T59: andrea, spain, portugal, tribute, horatio, king, bellimperia, prince, lord, lorenzo.
viceroys, and most christian king of Portugal, To satisfy thy doubtful mind herein, Command forthwith a blazing brand of fire Be brought in presence of thy majesty, Then shalt thou see by our religious vows And ceremonies most inviolate How firm our sovereign's protestations are, Behold my Lord, this binds our faith to thee. In token that great Muly Mahamet's hand Hath writ no more than his stout heart allows, And will perform to thee and to thine heirs, We offer here our hands into this flame, And as this flame doth fasten on this flesh, So from our souls we wish it may consume The heart of our great Lord and sovereign Muly Mahamet king of Barbarie, If his intent agree not with his words. These ceremonies and protestations Sufficeth us ye Lords of Barbarie, Therefore return this answer to your king, Assure him by the honour of my crown, And by Sebastian's true unfeigned faith He shall have aid and succour to recover, And seat him in his former empery, Let him rely upon our princely word, Tell him by August we will come to him, With such a power of brave impatient minds, As Abdelmelec and great Amurath Shall tremble at the strength of Portugal. Thanks to the renowned king of Portugal On whose stout promises our state depend. Barbarians go glad your distressed king, And say Sebastian lives to right his wrong, Duke of Avero call in those Englishmen, Don Stukeley, and those Captains of the fleet That lately landed in our bay of Lisbon. Now breath Sebastian, and in breathing blow Some gentle gale of thy new formed joys, Duke of Avero, it shall be your charge, To take the muster of the Portugals, And bravest bloods of all our country, Lewes de Sylva you shall be dispatched With letters unto Philip king of Spain, Tell him we crave his aid in this behalf, I know our brother Philip nill deny His furtherance in this holy christian war, Duke of Barceles as thy ancestors Have always loyal been to Portugal, So now in honour of thy toward youth, Thy charge shall be to Antwerp speedily, To hire us mercenary men at arms, Promise them princely pay, and be thou sure Thy word is ours, Sebastian speaks the word. I beseech your majesty employ me in this war. Christopher de Tavera, next unto myself My good Hephaestion, and my bedfellow, Thy cares and mine shall be alike in this, And thou and I will live and die together. And now brave Englishmen to you, Whom angry storms have put into our bay, Hold not your fortune e'er the worse in this, We hold our strangers' honours in our hand, And for distressed frank and free relief, Tell me then Stukeley, for that's thy name I trow, Wilt thou in honour of thy country's fame, Hazard thy person in this brave exploit, And follow us to fruitful Barbarie, With these six thousand soldiers thou hast brought And choicely picked through wanton Italy, Thou art a man of gallant parsonage, Proud in thy looks, and famous every way, Frankly tell me, wilt thou go with me?
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Viceroies, and most christian king of Portugall, To satisfie thy doubtfull minde heerein, Command forthwith a blasing brand of fire Be brought in presence of thy maiestie, Then shalt thou see by our religious vowes And ceremonies most inuiolate How firme our soueraignes protestations are, Beholde my Lord, this bindes our faith to thee. In token that great Muly Mahamets hand Hath writ no more than his stout heart allowes, And will performe to thee and to thine heires, We offer heere our hands into this flame, And as this flame doth fasten on this flesh, So from our soules we wish it may consume The heart of our great Lord and soueraigne Muly Mahamet king of Barbarie, If his intent agree not with his wordes. These ceremonies and protestations Sufficeth vs ye Lordes of Barbarie, Therefore returne this answere to your king, Assure him by the honour of my crowne, And by Sebastians true vnfained faith He shall haue aide and succour to recouer, And seate him in his former emperie, Let him relie vpon our princely word, Tell him by August we will come to him, With such a power of braue impatient mindes, As Abdelmelec and great Amurath Shall tremble at the strength of Portugall. Thanks to the renowmed king of Portugal On whose stout promises our state depend. Barbarians go glad your distressed king, And saie Sebastian liues to right his wrong, Duke of Auero call in those English-men, Don Stukley, and those Captaines of the fleet That lately landed in our bay of Lisborne. Now breath Sebastian, and in breathing blow Some gentle gale of thy new formed ioyes, Duke of Auero, it shall be your charge, To take the muster of the Portugals, And brauest blouds of all our countrie, Lewes de Sylua you shall be dispatcht With letters vnto Philip king of Spaine, Tell him we craue his aide in this behalfe, I know our brother Philip nill denie His furtherance in this holy christian warre, Duke of Barceles as thy ancestors Haue alwaies loiall bin to Portugall, So now in honor of thy toward youth, Thy charge shall be to Anwerpe speedily, To hire vs mercenarie men at armes, Promise them princely paie, and be thou sure Thy word is ours, Sebastian speakes the word. I beseech your maiestie imploy me in this war. Christopher de Tauera, next vnto my selfe My good Efestian, and my bedfellow, Thy cares and mine shall be alike in this, And thou and I will liue and die together. And now braue English-men to you, Whom angrie stormes haue put into our bay, Hold not your fortune ere the worse in this, We holde our strangers honors in our hand, And for distressed franke and free reliefe, Tell me then Stukley, for thats thy name I trow, Wilt thou in honor of thy countries fame, Hazard thy person in this braue exploit, And follow vs to fruitfull Barbarie, With these sixe thousand souldiers thou hast brought And choicely pickt through wanton Italy, Thou art a man of gallant personage, Proud in thy lookes, and famous euerie waie, Frankly tell me, wilt thou go with me?