The Blind Beggar of Alexandria (Irus) · chunk 24 of 26
Chapman, George · published 1598 · first performed or written 1596 [Feb 12] (Annals) comedy · Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men unassigned nearest T34 Thebes and royal catastrophe: siege, sla · 492 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T34: thebes, antigone, polynices, creon, eteocles, war, theban, gods, dear, country.
Never shall he nor they see this again, Nor me neither as I am this present man, This with the rest I have will make a pretty somme With this will I employ me in these wars, Now will I take on me the form and shape, Of Duke Cleanthes, but what intends this alarum. Where may I seek to find Cleanthes out, That martial prince whom Ptolemy unkind, Hath banished from out the Egyptian Land, Our warlike troops are scattered and over throne, And his dear friends Acatos and Acanthes, Lie in the field besmired in their bloods, I'll run through all these groves to find him out. My sweet Acates and Acanthes slain, Grief to my heart and sorrow to my soul, Then rouse thyself Cleanthes and revenge. Their guiltless blood on these base miscreants Oh let the cankered trumpet of the deep, Be rattled out and ring into their ears, The dire revenge Cleanthes will inflict, One these four Kings and all there complices, Thus have you strove in vain against those Gods, That rescues Egypt in Cleanthes arms, Come yield your crowns and homages to me, Though Ptolomie is dead yet I survive, Elect and chosen by the pears to scourge, The vile presumption of your hated lives, Then yield as vanquished unto Egypt's king. First by thy valour and the strength of arms, Porus the wealthy Aethiopian king, Doth yield his crown and homage unto thee, Swearing by all my Gods whom I adore, To honour Duke Cleanthes whilst he live, And in his aid with twenty thousand men, Will always march 'gainst whom thou meanst to fight, Bion whose neck was never forced to bow Doth yield him captive to thy warlike sword, Command what so thou list, we will perform, And all my power shall march at thy command. Rhesus doth yield his crown and dignity, To great Cleanthes Egypt's only strength, For if Cleanthes lives, whoever lived, More likelier to be monarch of the world, Then here accept my vowd allegiance, Which as the rest I render unto thee. So sayth Bebritius of Bebritia. And lays his crown and homage at thy feet, Hold take your crowns again and keep your oaths and fealties to me, So shal you liue as free as here to foe And near hereafter stoop to conquest more. Here comes the two widows of the beggar and the king, little know they that both their husbands are turned into one king, there would be old striving who should be Queen I faith. Pity dread sovereign. Pity gracious Lord. What are your suits. I the poor countesse and the widow left, Of late Count Hermes having all my goods, seized to our late kings use for murder done, Of young prince Dorule's humbly pray your grace, I may have somewhat to maintain my state, And this poor burden then which I go withal. The hapless Infant of a hapless father.
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Neuer shall he nor they see this agayne, Nor me neyther as I am this present man, This with the rest I haue wil make a prettie somme VVith this will I imploye e in these warres, Now will I take on me the forme and shape, Of Duke Cleanthes, but what intendes this alarum▪ VVhere may I seeke to finde Clethes out, That martiall prince whom Ptolomy vnkinde, Hath banished from out the Aegyptian Land, Our warlike troopes are scatered and ouer throne, And his deare freindes Acatos and Acanthes, Lie in the field besmired in their loodes, Ile run through al these groues to find him out. My sweete Acates and Acanthes slayne, Greife to my hart and sorrow to my soule, Then rouse thy selfe Cleanthes and reuenge. Their guiltlesse blood on these base miscreantes Oh let the cankred trumpet of the deepe, Be ratled out and ring into their eares, The dire reuenge Cleanthes will inflicte, One these foure Kings and all there complices, Thus haue you stroue in vayne agaynst those Gods, That rescues Aegypt in Cleanthes armes, Come yeeld your crownes and homages to mee, Though Ptolomie is dead yet I suruiue, Elect and chosen by the peares to scourge, The vile persumption of your hated liues, Then yeeld as vanquisht vnto Aegypts king. First by thy valoure and the strength of armes, Porus the welthie Aethiopian king, Doth yeeld his crowne and homage vnto thee, Swearing by all my Gods whom I adore, To honor Duke Cleanthes whilst he liue, And in his ayde with twentie thousand men, VVill alwayes march gaynst whom thou meanst to fyght, Bion whose necke was neuer forct to bow Doth yeeld him captiue to thy warlike sworde, Command what so thou list, we will performe, And all my power shall march at thy commaund. Rhesus doth yeeld his crowne and dignitie, To great Cleanthes Aegyptes onely strength, For if Cleanthes liues, who euer liued, More likelier to be monarke of the world, Then here accept my vow allegiance, VVhich as the rest I render nto thee. So sayth Bebritius of . And layes his crowne and homage at thy feete, Hold take your crownes agayne and kepe your othe and fealties to mee, So shal you liue as free as here to foe And neare hereafter stoupe to conquest more. Here comes the two widowes of the begger and the king, little know they that both their husbandes are turnd into one king, there would be olde stiuing who should bee Queene I fayth. Pittie dread soueraigne. Pittie gratious Lord. VVhat are your sutes. I the poore countesse and the widdow left, Of late Count Hermes hauing all my goodes, seazd to our late kings vse for murder done, Of young prince Dorules humbly pray your grace, I may haue somewhat to mainetayne my state, And this poore bu then which I goe withall. The haplesse Infant of a haplesse father.