Peele, George · published 1594 · first performed or written 1589 [1588-1589] (Annals) tragedy · Unknown unassigned nearest T59 Spanish courts: war, honour and courtshi · 519 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T59: andrea, spain, portugal, tribute, horatio, king, bellimperia, prince, lord, lorenzo.
O brave Sebastian noble Portugal, Renowned and honoured ever mayst thou be, Triumpher over those that menace thee. The hellish prince grim Pluto with his mace Ding down my soul to hell, and with this soul This son of mine the honour of my house, But I perform religiously to thee, That I have holily erst undertaken, And that thy Lords and Captains may perceive My mind in this single and pure to be, As pure as is the water of the brook, My dearest son to thee I do engage, Receive him Lord in hostage of my vow, For even my mind presageth to myself, That in some slavish sort I shall behold Him dragged along this running river shore, A spectacle to daunt the pride of those That climb aloft by force, and not by right. Nor can it otherwise befall the man That keeps his seat and sceptre all in fear, That wears his crown in eye of all the world, Reputed theft and not inheritance. What title then hath Abdelmelec here, To bar our father or his progeny, Right royal prince, hereof you make no doubt, Agreeing with your wholesome christian laws, Help then courageous Lord with hand and sword, To clear his way, whose lets are lawless men, And for this deed ye all shall be renowned, Renowned and chronicled in books of fame, In books of fame and characters of brass, Of brass may beaten gold, fight then for fame, And find the Arabian Muly Hamet here, Adventurous, bold, and full of rich reward. Brave boy, how plain this princely mind in thee Argues the height and honour of thy birth, And well have I observed thy forwardness, Which being tendered by your majesty, No doubt the quarrel opened by the mouth Of this young prince unpartially to us, May animate and hearten all the host, To fight against the devil for Lord Mahamet. True Stukeley, and so freshly to my mind, Hath this young prince reduced his father's wrong, That in good time I hope this honours fire, Kindled already with regard of right, Bursts into open flames, and calls for wars, Wars, wars to plant the true succeeding prince. Lord Mahamet, I take thy noble son A pledge of honour, and shall use him so. Lord Lodowick, and my good Lord of Avero See this young prince conveyed safe to Messegon, And there accompanied as him fitteth best, And to this war prepare ye more and less, This rightful war, that Christians God will bless. Now hardened is this hapless heathen prince, And strengthened by the arms of Portugal, This Moore, this murderer of his progeny. And war and weapons now, and blood and death Wait on the counsels of this cursed king: And to a bloody banquet he invites The brave Sebastian and his noble peers. In fatal hour arrived this peerless prince, To lose his life, his life and many lives Of lusty men, courageous Portugals, Drawn by ambitious golden looks, Let fame of him no wrongful censure sound, Honour was object of his thoughts, ambition was his ground.
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O braue Sebastian noble Portugall, Renowmd and honourd euer maist thou bee, Triumpher ouer those that menace thee. The hellish prince grim Pluto with his mace Ding downe my soule to hel, and with this soule This sonne of mine the honor of my house, But I performe religiously to thee, That I haue holyly earst vndertane, And that thy Lords and Captaines may perceiue My minde in this single and pure to be, As pure as is the water of the brooke, My dearest sonne to thee I doo ingage, Receiue him Lord in hostage of my vow, For euen my minde presageth to my selfe, That in some slauish sort I shall beholde Him dragde along this running riuer shore, A spectacle to dant the pride of those That climbe aloft by force, and not by right. Nor can it otherwise befall the man That keeps his seate and scepter all in feare, That weares his crowne in eie of all the world, Reputed theft and not inheritance. What title then hath Abdilmelec here, To barre our father or his progenie, Right roiall prince, hereof you make no doubt, Agreeing with your wholsome christian lawes, Helpe then couragious Lord with hand and sword, To cleere his waie, whose lets are lawlesse men, And for this deede ye all shall be renowmd, Renowmd and chronicled in bookes of fame, In bookes of fame and caracters of brasse, Of brasse may beaten golde, fight then for fame, And finde the Arabian Muly Hamet here, Aduenturous, bold, and full of rich reward. Braue boy, how plaine this princely mind in thee Argues the height and honor of thy birth, And well haue I obseru'd thy forwardnes, Which being tendred by your maiestie, No doubt the quarrell opened by the mouth Of this yong prince vnpartially to vs, May animate and hearten all the hoast, To fight against the deuill for Lord Mahamet. True Stukley, and so freshly to my minde, Hath this yong prince redus'd his fathers wrong, That in good time I hope this honors fire, Kindled alreadie with regard of right, Bursts into open flames, and cals for warres, Warres, warres to plant the true succeeding prince. Lord Mahamet, I take thy noble sonne A pledge of honor, and shal vse him so. Lord Lodowicke, and my good Lord of Auero See this yong prince conuaide safe to Messegon, And there accompanide as him fitteth best, And to this warre prepare ye more and lesse, This rightfull warre, that Christians God will blesse. Now hardned is this haplesse heathen prince, And strengthned by the armes of Portugall, This Moore, this murtherer of his progenie. And warre and weapons now, and bloud and death Wait on the counsels of this cursed king: And to a bloudie banket he inuites The braue Sebastian and his noble peeres. In fatall houre ariu'd this peerelesse prince, To loose his life, his life and many liues Of lustie men, couragious Portugals, Drawen by ambitious golden lookes, Let fame of him no wrongfull censure sound, Honour was obiect of his thoughtes, ambition was his ground.