Greene, Robert · published 1599 · first performed or written 1587 [1587-1588] (Annals) romance · Queen Elizabeth's Men (?) unassigned nearest T59 Spanish courts: war, honour and courtshi · 504 words
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This solemn joy whereof you now do speak, Was not solemnized my friend in vain. For at that time there came into the land, The happiest tidings that they ere did hear. For news was brought upon that solemn day, Unto our Court, that Ferdinandus proud Was slain himself, Carinus and his son Were banished both for ever from Aragon: And for these happy news that joy was made. But what I pray did afterward become, Of old Carinus with his banished son? What hear you nothing of them all this while? Yes too too much, the Milan Duke may say. Alphonsus first by secret means did get To be a soldier in Belinus wars: Wherein he did behave himself so well, As that he got the Crown of Aragon. Which being got, he dispossessed also, The King Belinus which had fostered him: As for Carinus he is dead and gone, I would his son were his companion. A blister build upon that traitors tongue, But for thy friendship which thou showedst me, Take that of me, I frankly give it thee. Now will I haste to Naples with all speed, To see if Fortune will so favour me, To view Alphonsus in his happy state. Fabius come hither, what is that thou sayest? What did god Mahound prophecy to us? Why do our Viceroys wend unto the wars, Before their king had notice of the same? What do they think to play bob fool with me? Or are they waxed so frolic now of late, Since that they had the leading of our bands, As that they think that mighty Amurack Dares do no other than to sooth them up? Why speakest thou not? what fond or frantic fit Did make those careless Kings to venture it? Pardon dear Lord, no frantic fit at all, No frolic vain, nor no presumptuous mind, Did make your Viceroys take these wars in hand. But forced they were by Mahound's prophecy, To do the same, or else resolve to die. So sir, I hear you, but can scare believe That Mahomet would charge them go before Against Alphonsus with so small a troop, Whose number far exceeds king Xerxes' troop, Yes Noble Lord, and more than that he said, That ere that you with these your warlike men, Should come to bring your succour to the field: Belinus, Claramount, and Arcastus too, Should all be crowned with crowns of beaten gold, And borne with triumphs round about their tents. With triumph man, did Mahound tell them so: Provost go carry Fabius presently, Unto the Marshalsie, there let him rest, Clapped sure and safe in fetters all of steel, Till Amurack discharge him from the same. For be he sure, unless it happen so As he did say, Mahound did prophesy, By this my hand, forthwith the slave shall die. Stay Provost stay, let Fabius alone, More fitteth now, that every lusty lad Be buckling on his helmet, than to stand In carrying soldiers to the Marshalsie.
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This solemne ioy wherof you now do speak, Was not solemnized my friend in vaine. For at that time there came into the land, The happiest tidings that they ere did heare. For newes was brought vpon that solemne day, Vnto our Court, that Ferdinandus proud Was slaine himselfe, Carinus and his sonne Were banisht both for euer from Aragon: And for these happie newes that ioy was made. But what I pray did afterward become, Of old Carinus with his banisht sonne? What heare you nothing of them all this while? Yes too too much, the Millain Duke may say. Alphonsus first by secret meanes did get To be a souldier in Belinus warres: Wherein he did behaue himselfe so well, As that he got the Crowne of Aragon. Which being got, he dispossest also, The King Belinus which had fostered him: As for Carinus he is dead and gone, I would his sonne were his companion. A blister build vpon that traytors tongue, But for thy friendship which thou shewedst me, Take that of me, I frankly giue it thee. Now will I haste to Naples with all speed, To see if Fortune will so fauour me, To view Alphonsus in his happie state. Fabius come hither, what is that thou sayest? What did god Mahound prophecie to vs? Why do our Viceroyes wend vnto the warres, Before their king had notice of the same? What do they thinke to play bob foole with me? Or are they waxt so frolicke now of late, Since that they had the leading of our bands, As that they thinke that mightie Amuracke Dares do no other then to soothe them vp? Why speakest thou not? what fond or franticke fit Did make those carelesse Kings to venture it? Pardon deare Lord, no franticke fit at all, No frolicke vaine, nor no presumptuous mind, Did make your Viceroies take these wars in hand. But forst they were by Mahounds prophecie, To do the same, or else resolue to die. So sir, I heare you, but can scare beleeue That Mahomet would charge them go before Against Alphonsus with so small a troupe, Whose number farre exceeds king Xerxe troupe, Yes Noble Lord, and more then that hee said, That ere that you with these your warlike men, Should come to bring your succour to the field: Belinus, Claramount, and Arcastus too, Should al be crownd with crownes of beaten gold, And bone with triumphes round about their tēts. With triumph man, did Mahound tell them so Prouost go carrie Fabius presently, Vnto the Marshalsie, there let him rest, Clapt sure and safe in fetters all of steele, Till Amuracke discharge him from the same. For be he sure, vnles it happen so As he did say, Mahound did prophesie, By this my hand, forthwith the slaue shall die. Stay Prouost stay, let Fabius alone, More fitteth now, that euery lustie lad Be buckling on his helmet, then to stand In carrying souldiers to the Marshalsie.