Peele, George · published 1594 · first performed or written 1589 [1588-1589] (Annals) tragedy · Unknown unassigned nearest T59 Spanish courts: war, honour and courtshi · 515 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T59: andrea, spain, portugal, tribute, horatio, king, bellimperia, prince, lord, lorenzo.
And God so deal with king Sebastian's soul As justly he intends to fight for Christ, Nobles of Spain, sith our renowned brother, Philip the king of honour and of zeal, By you the chosen Orators of Spain, The offer of the holds he makes Are not so precious in our account, As is the peerless dame whom we adore, His daughter, in whose loyalty consists The life and honour of Sebastian. As for the aid of arms he promiseth, We will expect, and thankfully receive At Cardis, as we sail alongst the coast. Sebastian clap thy hands for joy, Honoured by this meeting and this match, Go Lords and follow to the famous war Your king, and be his fortune such in all, As he intends to manage arms in right. Sit fast Sebastian, and in this work God and good men labour for Portugal, For Spain disguising with a double face, Flatters thy youth and forwardness good king, Philip whom some call the catholic king, I fear me much thy faith will not be firm, But disagree with thy profession. What then shall of these men of war become, Those numbers that do multiply in Spain? Spain hath a vent for them and their supplies, The Spaniard ready to embark himself, Here gathers to a head, but all to sure, Flanders I fear shall feel the force of Spain, Let Portugal fare as he may or can, Spain means to spend no powder on the moores. If kings do dally so with holy oaths, The heavens will right the wrongs that they sustain, Philip if these forgeries be in thee, Assure thee king, 'twill light on thee at last, And when proud Spain hopes soundly to prevail, The time may come that thou and thine shall fail. The Portugal lead with decoining hope, Hath raised his power, and received our foe With honourable welcomes and regard, And left his country bounds, and hither bends, In hope to help Mahamet to a crown, And chase us hence, and plant this Negro moore That clads himself in coat of hammered steel, To heave us from the honour we possess, But for I have myself a soldier been, I have in pity to the Portugal Sent secret messengers to counsel him. As for the aid of Spain whereof they hoped, We have dispatched our letters to their prince, To crave that in a quarrel so unjust, He that entitled is the Catholic king, Would not assist a careless christian prince, And as by letters we are let to know, Our offer of the seven holds we made, He thankfully receives, with all conditions, Differing in mind far from all his words And promises to king Sebastian, As we would wish, or you my Lords desire. What resteth then but Abdelmelec may Beat back this proud invading Portugal, And chastise this ambitious Negro moore With thousand deaths for thousand damned deeds. Forward Zareo and ye manly moores, Sebastian see in time unto thyself, If thou and thine misled do thrive amiss, Guiltless is Abdelmelec of thy blood.
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And God so deale with king Sebastians soul As iustly he intends to fight for Christ, Nobles of Spaine, sith our renowmed brother, Philip the king of honor and of zeale, By you the chosen Orators of Spaine, The offer of the holdes he makes Are not so precious in our account, As is the peerlesse dame whom we adore, His daughter, in whose loyaltie consists The life and honor of Sebastian. As for the aide of armes he promiseth, We will expect, and thankfully receiue At Cardis, as we saile alongst the coast. Sebastian clap thy hands for ioy, Honourd by this meeting and this match, Go Lords and follow to the famous warre Your king, and be his fortune such in all, As he intends to manage armes in right. Sit fast Sebastian, and in this worke God and good men labor for Portugall, For Spaine disguising with a double face, Flatters thy youth and forwardnes good king, Philip whome some call the catholike king, I feare me much thy faith will not be firme, But disagree with thy profession. What then shall of these men of warre become, Those numbers that do multiply in Spaine? Spaine hath a vent for them and their supplies, The Spaniard readie to imbarke himselfe, Heere gathers to a head, but all to sure, Flanders I feare shall feele the force of Spaine, Let Portugall fare as he may or can, Spaine meanes to spend no pouder on the moores. If kings doo dally so with holy oaths, The heauens will right the wrongs that they sustaine, Philip if these forgeries be in thee, Assure thee king, twill light on thee at last, And when proud Spaine hopes soundly to preuaile, The time may come that thou and thine shall faile. The Portugall lead with decoining hope, Hath raisde his power, and receiu'd our foe With honorable welcomes and regard, And left his countrie bounds, and hether bends, In hope to helpe Mahamet to a crowne, And chase vs hence, and plant this Negro moore That clads himselfe in coat of hammerd steele, To heaue vs from the honor we possesse, But for I haue my selfe a souldier bin, I haue in pittie to the Portugall Sent secret messengers to counsell him. As for the aide of Spaine whereof they hop'd, We haue dispatcht our letters to their prince, To craue that in a quarrell so vniust, He that intituled is the Catholike king, Would not assist a carelesse christian prince, And as by letters we are let to know, Our offer of the seuen holdes we made, He thankfully receines, with all conditions, Differing in minde farre from all his wordes And promises to king Sebastian, As we would wish, or you my Lords desire. What resteth then but Abdelmelec may Beate backe this proud inuading Portugall, And chastice this ambitious Negro moore With thousand deaths for thousand damned deeds. Forward Zareo and ye manly moores, Sebastian see in time vnto thy selfe, If thou and thine misled doe thriue amisse, Guiltlesse is Abdilmelec of thy bloud.