Dekker, Thomas · published 1600 · first performed or written 1599 [Nov 9-30, payment] (Annals) romance · Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men · before the Court unassigned nearest T59 Spanish courts: war, honour and courtshi · 496 words
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'tis strange I must confess, but in this pride, His Father Fortunatus (if he live) Consumes his life in Cyprus: still he spends, And still his Coffers with abundance swell, But how he gets these riches none can tell. Hold him in talk: come hither, Agrippine. But what enticed young Andelocia's soul To wander hither? That which did allure, My sovereign's son, the wonder of the place. This curious heap of wonders, (which an Empress Gave him) he gave me, and by Venus' hand, The warlike Amorato needs would swear, He left his country Cyprus for my love. If by the sovereign Magic of thine eye, Thou canst enchant his looks to keep the circles Of thy fair cheeks, be bold to try thy charms, Feed him with hopes, and find the royal vein, That leads this Cypriot to his golden mine. Here's Music spent in vain, Lords, fall to dancing. My fair tormentor, will you lend a hand? I'll try this strangers cunning in a dance. My cunning is but small, yet who'll not prove To shame himself for such a lady's love? These Cypriots are the devils that torture me. He courts her, and she smiles, but I am borne, To be her beauty's slave, and her loves scorn. I shall never have the face to ask the question twice. What's the reason? Cowardliness or pride? Neither: but 'tis the fashion of us Cypriots, both men and women, to yield at first assault, and we expect others should do the like. It's a sign, that either your women are very black, & are glad to be sped, or your men very fond, & will take no denial. Indeed our Ladies are not so fair as you. But your men more venturous at a breach than you, or else they are all dastardly soldiers. He that fights under these sweet colours, & yet turns coward, let him be shot to death with the terrible arrows of fair lady's eyes. Nay Insultado, you must not deny us. My Corocon es muy pesada, my Anima muy atormentada, Espagnoll, no haze musica in Tierra Inglesa. Sweet Insultado let us see you dance. I have heard the Spanish dance is full of state. Verdad signior: la danza spagnola, es muy alta, Maiestica, y para Monarcas: vuestra Inglesa, Baxa, Fantastica, y muy humilde. Doth my Spanish prisoner deny to dance? He has sworn to me by the cross of his pure Toledo, to be my servant: by that oath (my Castilian prisoner) I conjure you to show your cunning, though all your body be not free, I am sure your heels are at liberty. Nolo quire contra dezir: vuestra oio haze conquesto a su prisionero: Oyes, la pavyne Hispanola, sea vuestra musica y, y: Pay, dadime tobacco, Tonsa my capa, e my espada. Mas alta, Mas alta: Desuiaios, Desuiaios, Companieros, Mas alta, Mas alta. Thanks, Insultado. 'tis most excellent. The Spaniards dance, is as his deeds be, full of pride.
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Tis straunge I must confesse, but in this pride, His Father Fortunatus (if he liue) Consumes his life in Cyprus: still he spends, And still his Coffers with abundance swell, But how he gets these riches none can tell. Hold him in talke: come hither, Agripyne. But what intic'de young Andelociaes soule To wander hither? That which did allure, My soueraignes sonne, the wonder of the place. This curious heape of wonders, (which an Empresse Gaue him) he gaue me, and by Uenus hand, The warlike Amorato néedes would sweare, Hee left his countrie Cyprus for my loue. If by the soueraigne Magicke of thine eye, Thou canst inchant his lookes to kéepe the circles Of thy faire chéekes, be bold to trie thy charmes, Féede him with hopes, and find the royall veine, That leades this Cypriot to his golden mine. Here's Musicke spent in vaine, Lords, fall to dauncing. My faire tormentor, will you lend a hand? Ile try this strangers cunning in a daunce. My cunning is but small, yet whoo'le not proue To shame himselfe for such a Ladies loue? These Cypriots are the diuels that torture me. He courts her, and shée smiles, but I am borne, To be her beauties slaue, and her loues scorne. I shall neuer haue the face to aske the question twice. Whats the reason? Cowardlynes or pride? Neither: but tis the fashion of vs Cypriots, both men and women, to yéeld at first assault, and we expect others should doe the like. Its a signe, that either your women are very black, & are glad to be sped, or your men very fond, & wil take no denial. Indéede our Ladies are not so faire as you. But your men more ventrous at a breach then you, or els they are all dastardly souldiers. Hee that fightes vnder these swéete colours, & yet turnes coward, let him bee shot to death with the terrible arrowes of faire Ladies eyes. Nay Insultado, you must not denie vs. My Corocon es muy pesada, my Anima muy atormentada, Espagnoll, no haze musica in Tierra Inglesa. Swéete Insultado let vs sée you daunce. I haue heard the Spanish daunce is full of state. Verdad Signor: la danza spagnola, es muy alta, Maiestica, y para Monarcas: vuestra Inglesa, Baxa, Fantastica, y muy humilde. Doth my Spanish prisoner denie to daunce? Hee has sworne to me by the crosse of his pure Toledo, to bee my seruant: by that oath (my Castilian prisoner) I coniure you to shew your cunning, though all your body bee not frée, I am sure your héeles are at libertie. Nolo quire contra dezir: vuestra oio haze conquesto a su prisionero: Oyes, la pauyne Hispanola, sea vuestra musica y grauidad, y maiestad: Paie, dadime Tabacca, Tona my capa, e my espada. Mas alta, Mas alta: Desuiaios, Desuiaios, Companieros, Mas alta, Mas alta. Thankes, Insultado. Tis most excellent. The Spaniards daunce, is as his déedes bee, full of pride.