Peele, George · published 1594 · first performed or written 1589 [1588-1589] (Annals) tragedy · Unknown unassigned nearest T59 Spanish courts: war, honour and courtshi · 517 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T59: andrea, spain, portugal, tribute, horatio, king, bellimperia, prince, lord, lorenzo.
We have my Lord, and rich rewards proposed For them that find the body of the king, For by those guard that had him in their charge, We understand that he was done to death, And for his search two prisoners Portugals Are set at large to find their royal king. But of the traitorous Moore you hear no news. That fled the field and sought to swim the ford? Not yet my Lord, but doubtless God will tell And with his finger point out where he haunts. So let it rest, and on this earth bestow This princely corpse, till further for his funerals We provide. From him to thee as true succeeding prince, With all allegiance, and with honours types, In name of all thy people and thy land, We give this kingly crown and diadem. We thank you all, and as my lawful right, With God's defence and yours shall I keep. As gave your grace in charge, right royal prince, The fields and sandy plains we have surveyed, And even among the thickest of his Lords, The noble king of Portugal we found Wrapped in his colours coldly on the earth, And done to death with many a mortal wound. Lo here my Lords, this is the earth and clay, Of him that erst was mighty king of Portugal, There let him lie, and you for this be free, To make return from hence to Christendom. Long live the mighty king of Barbary. Welcome my friend, what body hast thou there? The body of the ambitious enemy, That squandered all this blood in Africa, Whose malice sent so many souls to hell, The traitor Muly Mahamet do I bring, And for thy slave I throw him at thy feet. Zareo give this man a rich reward, And thanked be the God of just revenge, That he hath given our foe into our hands, Beastly, unarmed, slavish, full of shame, But say, how came this traitor to his end? Seeking to save his life by shameful flight, He mounteth on a hot Barbarian horse, And so in purpose to have passed the stream, His headstrong stead throws him from out his seat, Where diving oft for lack of skill to swim, It was my chance alone to see him drowned. Whom by the heels I dragged from out the pool, And hither have him brought thus filled with mud. A death too good for such a damned wretch, But sith our rage and rigor of revenge, By violence of his end prevented is, That all the world may learn by him to avoid, To hall on princes to injurious war, His skin we will be parted from his flesh, And being stiffened out and stuffed with straw, So to deter and fear the lookers on. From any such soule fact or bad attempt, Away with him. And now my Lords, for this christian king, My Lord Zareo, let it be your charge, To see the soldiers tread a solemn march. Trailing their pikes and Ensigns on the ground, So to perform the princes funerals.
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We haue my Lorde, and rich rewardes proposde For them that finde the bodie of the king, For by those gard that had him in their charge, We vnderstand that he was done to death, And for his search two prisoners Portugals Are set at large to finde their roiall king. But of the traitrous Moore you heare no newes. That fled the field and sought to swim the foord? Not yet my Lord, but doubtlesse God wil tell And with his finger point out where he hants. So let it rest, and on this earth bestow This princely coarse, till further for his funerals We prouide. From him to thee as true succeeding prince, With all allegeance, and with honors tipes, In name of all thy people and thy land, We giue this kingly crowne and diademe. We thanke you all, and as my lawfull right, With Gods defence and yours shall I keepe. As gaue your grace in charge, right roiall prince, The fields and sandie plaines we haue suruaide, And euen among the thickest of his Lords, The noble king of Portugall we found Wrapt in his coulours coldly on the earth, And done to death with many a mortall wound. Lo here my Lords, this is the earth and claie, Of him that earst was mightie king of Portugall, There let him lie, and you for this be free, To make returne from hence to christendome. Long liue the mightie king of Barbary. Welcome my friend, what bodie hast thou there? The bodie of the ambitious enemie, That squandred all this bloud in Affrica, Whose mallice sent so many soules to hell, The traitor Muly Mahamet doo I bring, And for thy slaue I throw him at thy feet. Zareo giue this man a rich reward, And thanked be the God of iust reuenge, That he hath giuen our foe into our hands, Beastly, vnarmed, slauish, full of shame, But saie, how came this traitor to his end? Seeking to saue his life by shamefull flight, He mounteth on a hot Barbarian horse, And so in purpose to haue past the streame, His headstrong stead throwes him from out his seate, Where diuing oft for lacke of skill to swim, It was my chance alone to see him drownd. Whom by the heeles I dragd from out the poole, And hether haue him brought thus filde with mud. A death too good for such a damned wretch, But sith our rage and rigor of reuenge, By violence of his end preuented is, That all the world may learne by him to auoide, To hall on princes to iniurious warre, His skin we will be parted from his flesh, And being stifned out and stuft with strawe, So to deterre and feare the lookers on. From anie such soule fact or bad attempt, Awaie with him. And now my Lords, for this christian king, My Lord Zareo, let it be your charge, To see the souldiers tread a solempne march. Trailing their pikes and Ensignes on the ground, So to performe the princes funeralls.