Greene, Robert · published 1599 · first performed or written 1587 [1587-1588] (Annals) romance · Queen Elizabeth's Men (?) unassigned nearest T17 Eastern conquest: Persians, Turks and so · 500 words
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Thou Pagan dog how darest thou be so bold To set thy foot within Alphonsus land? What art thou come to view thy wretched kings, Whose traitorous heads bedecked my tents so well? Or else thou hearing that on top thereof, There is a place left vacant, art thou come To have thy head possess the highest seat? If it be so, lie down, and this my sword Shall presently that honour thee afford. If not, pack hence, or by the heavens I vow, Both thou and thine shall very soon perceive, That he that seeks to move my patience, Must yield his life to thee for recompense. Why proud Alphonsus, thinkst thou Amurack Whose mighty force doth terrify the Gods, Can ere be found to turn his heels and fly Away for fear, from such a boy as thou? No no, although that Mars this mickle while Hath fortified thy weak and feeble arm, And Fortune oft hath viewed with friendly face, Thy armies marching victors from the field, Yet at the presence of high Amurack, Fortune shall change, and Mars that God of might Shall succour me, and leave Alphonsus quite. Pagan I say, thou greatly art deceived, I clap up Fortune in a cage of gold, To make her turn her wheel as I think best. And as for Mars whom you do say will change, He moping sits behind the kitchen door, priest at command of every scullion's mouth Who dares not stir, nor once to move a whit For fear Alphonsus then should stomach it. Blasphemous dog, I wonder that the earth Doth cease from renting underneath thy feet, What froward fortune happened on your side: I hope your king in safety doth abide? I noble madam, Amurack doth live: And long I hope he shall enjoy his life. But yet I fear, unless more succour come, We shall both lose our king and sovereign. How so king Crocon, dost thou speak in jest? To prove if Fausta would lament his death? Or else hath any thing happed him amiss? Speak quickly Crocon what the cause might be, That thou dost utter forth these words to me? Then worthy Fausta know, that Amurack Our mighty king, and your approved spouse, Pricked with desire of everlasting fame, As he was pressing in the thickest ranks Of Arragonians, was with much ado At length took prisoner, by Alphonsus hands. So that unless you succour soon do bring, You lose your spouse, and we shall want our king. Oh hapless hap, oh dire and cruel fate! What injury hath Amurack my sire Done to the Gods, which now I know are wrath? Although unjustly and without a cause. For well I wot, not any other king Which now doth live, or since the world begun Did sway a sceptre, had a greater care To please the Gods, then mighty Amurack. And for to quite our father's great good will, Seek they thus basely all his fame to spill.
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Thou Pagan dog how darst thou be so bold To set thy foote within Alphonsus land? What art thou come to view thy wretched kings, Whose traiterous heads bedeckt my tents so well? Or else thou hearing that on top thereof, There is a place left vacant, art thou come To haue thy head possesse the highest seate? If it be so, lie downe, and this my sword Shall presently that honor thee affoord. If not, pack hence, or by the heauens I vow, Both thou and thine shall verie soone perceiue, That he that seekes to moue my patience, Must yeeld his life to thee for recompence. Why proud Alphonsus, thinkst thou Amurack Whose mightie force doth terrefie the Gods, Can ere be found to turne his heeles and flie Away for feare, from such a boy as thou? No no, although that Mars this mickle while Hath fortified thy weake and feeble arme, And Fortune oft hath viewd with friendly face, Thy armies marching victors from the field, Yet at the presence of high Amuracke, Fortune shall change, and Mars that God of might Shall succour me, and leaue Alphonsus quight. Pagan I say, thou greatly art deceiu'd, I clap vp Fortune in a cage of gold, To make her turne her wheele as I thinke best. And as for Mars whom you do say will change, He moping sits behind the kitchin doore, Prest at commaund of euery Skullians mouth Who dares not stir, nor once to moue a whit For feare Alphonsus then should stomack it. Blasphemous dog, I wonder that the earth Doth cease from renting vnderneath thy feete, What froward fortune hapned on your side: I hope your king in safetie doth abide? I noble madam, Amurack doth liue: And long I hope he shall enioy his life. But yet I feare, vnles more succour come, We shall both loose our king and soueraigne. How so king Crocon, dost thou speak in iest? To proue if Fausta would lament his death? Or else hath any thing hapt him amis? Speake quickly Crocon what the cause might be, That thou dost vtter forth these words to me? Then worthie Fausta know, that Amuracke Our mightie king, and your approued spowse, Prickt with desire of euerlasting fame, As he was pressing in the thickest rankes Of Aragonians, was with much adoo At length tooke prisoner, by Alphonsus hands. So that vnles you succour soone do bring, You loose your spowse, and we shall want our king. Oh haples hap, oh dire and cruell fate! What iniurie hath Amuracke my sire Done to the Gods, which now I know are wrath? Although vniustly and without a cause. For well I wot, not any other king Which now doth liue, or since the world begun Did sway a scepter, had a greater care To please the Gods, then mightie Amuracke. And for to quite our fathers great good will, Seeke they thu basely all his fame to spill.