A Larum for London, or The Siege of Antwerp · chunk 1 of 25
Anonymous · published 1602 · first performed or written 1599 [c.1594-1600] (Annals) history · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T2 Roman politics: senate, consuls and civi · 484 words
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ROund through the compass of this earthly ball, The massy substance hanging in the sky, Hath fleeting Time pursued this froward age; And searched the world's corrupt enormities. Here found I some, despite my hoary scalp, There sound I Courtiers laughed my course to scorn, In that place dainty mouthed Damsels scoff, Sticking my feathers with their borrowed plumes, As though my beauty were not good enough. And now this fair concourse here met together, That have calm leisure to behold their faults, Within my furrowed bosom deep engrained: Like a steel forged impression (fixed firm) Are met together: you will scorn my wants, Laugh at my lameness, look basely, fume and frown But do so, do so, your proud eyes shall see The punishment of City cruelty: And if your hearts be not of Adamant, Reform the mischief of degenerate minds, And make you weep in pure relenting kind. SO, leave me now, and in mine absence, see That not a Soldier perch upon the walls; lest by the Citizens they be espied, And thereupon they grow suspicious, Be gone, and give the Sentinels in charge, They have an eye unto the Southern Port: And hear ye? if that any forces come, Let them be straight received into the Castle, But with as little tumult as you may. It shall be done my Lord. We must be secret, as befits the care, And expedition of so great a cause; Antwerp is wealthy, but withal secure, Our Soldiers want the crowns they surfeit with, And therefore she must spare from forth her store, To help her neighbours; nay she shall be forced, To strip her of her pouches, and on the backs Of Spanish Soldiers, hang her costliest robes. The plot already is determined of, And say Cornelius do but keep his word; These swilling Epicures shall taste of death, Whilst we survive to rifle their rich Coffers. Here comes the man, welcome Cornelius, I see you make religion of your word. Speak softly good my Lord lest ye be heard, The Citizens are scouting here about. Not one Gernelius dare approach so near, The Castle shot keeps them in greater awe, And for discovery by the eye, fear not; Within this valley we may talk at large, And no man see us: say are you resolved, To stand firm friend unto the Spaniard? And Sancto Damla vows you shall partake, Both spoil and honour with the best of us. Suppose my Lord I gave you my consent, In all the world there's not (at my command) Above six hundred Almains; you yourself, Are in the Castle scarce a thousand strong, And what are these to sack so great a town? So populous and large as Antwerp is. The Citizens (were they but politic, Careful and studious to preserve their peace) Might an hours warning, fill their streets, With forty thousand well appointed Soldiers.
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ROund through the compasse of this erthly ball, The massie substance hanging in the skye, Hath fleeting Time pursu'd this froward age; And searcht the worlds corrupt enormities. Heere found I some, despite my hoary scalpe, There sound I Courtiers laught my course to scorne, In that place daintie mouthed Damsels scoffe, Sticking my feathers with their borrowed plumes, As though my beauty were not good enough. And now this faire concourse heere met together, That haue cale leasure to be holde their faultes, VVithin my furrowed bosome deepe ingra'd: Like a steele forg'd impression (fixed firme) Are met together: you will scorne my wants, Laugh at my anenes, looke basely, fume and frowne But doe so, doe so, your proude eyes shall see The punishment of Citty cruelty: And if your hearts be not of Adamant, Reforme the mischiefe of deg enrate mindes, And make you weepe in pure relenting kinde. SO, leaue me now, and in mine absence, see That not a Soldier pearch vpon the walles; Least by the Citizens they be espyed, And thereupon they grow suspicious, Be gone, and giue the Centenels in charge, They haue an eye vnto the Southerne Port: And heare yee? if that any forces come, Let them be straight receiu'd into the Castle, But with as little tumult as you may. It shall be done my Lord. We must be secret, as befits the care, And expedition of so great a cause; Antwerpe is wealthy, but withall secure, Our Soldiers want the crownes they surfet with, And therefore she mu spare from foorth her store, To helpe her neighbours; nay she shall be forc't, To strip her of her pouches, and on the backes Of Spanish Soldiers, hang her costliest roabes. The plot already is determin'd of, And say Cornelius doe but keepe his word; These swilling Epicures shall taste of death, Whilst we suruiue to rifle their rich Coffers. Heere comes the man, welcome Cornelius, I see you make religion of your word. Speake softly good my Lord least yee be heard, The Cittizens are scouting heere about. Not one Gernelius dare approach so neere, The Castle shot keepes them in greater awe, And for discouery by the eye, feare not; Within this valley we may talke at large, And no man see vs: say are you resolu'd, To stand firme friend vnto the Spaniard? And Sancto Damla vowes you shall partake, Both spoyle and honour with the best of vs. Suppose my Lord I gaue you my consent, In all the world there's not (at my commaund) Aboue sixe hundred Almaignes; you your selfe, Are in the Castle scarce a thousand strong, And what are these to sacke so great a towne? So populous and large as Antweerpe is. The Citizens (were they but polliticke, Carefull and studious to preserue their peace) Might an houres warning, fill their streetes, With fortie thousand well appointed Soldiers.