A Larum for London, or The Siege of Antwerp · chunk 3 of 25
Anonymous · published 1602 · first performed or written 1599 [c.1594-1600] (Annals) history · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T10 England and France: war, embassy and pea · 479 words
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I mary my Lord, this soundeth somewhat like, Now dares Cornelius promise victory. But how intends your Lordship to begin, And give an entrance to this business? You know th' Antwerpians never yet took part, In any action 'gainst his Majesty, But have remained as neutral, neither aiding The Prince of Orange nor offending you: How will you then enkindle flames of war, And take occasion to commence your quarrel? Why any way; it shall be thus Cornelius, I'll charge the Master Gunner of the Castle, To make a shot or two upon the town; And when they come to know the cause of it, I'll say it was, because they do not sink, The Prince of Orange ships: but suffer them To lie so near within the Liver scaled, Which not withstanding, we precisely know, Do hover there about, to no end else, But to safe conduct victuals to the town. Yet this excuse will serve to cloak our hate, And show some reason for what after follows. It cannot be but good my noble Lord, And shortly (as their daily custom is) Changing the Governor and other Burghers, Intend a solemn banquet at the Statehouse. even then, and at that place, give you direction, The Gunner take his level, 'twill affright, And strike the greater terror to their souls. Enough, I'll play them Music to their meat, And send such Revellers into the room, As some of them shall have caroused their last, The most I crave, is that Cornelius Will be as constant as he hath professed. Once more my Lord I gauge my hand with yours, And as he is a Soldier and a Knight, Cornelius vows to be a friend to Spain. I take thy word fair Knight, and back again Return the like to thee; both I and mine, For ever vow to love and honour thee: Now break we off our secret conference, And closely as we came unto this place, So let us circumspectly make retreat. Walk thou into the town as if thou hadst But only come abroad to take the air. I to the Castle will withdraw myself Down some back way, and ever as we need, Be this our meeting place, till Antwerp bleed. Farewell my Lord, Cornelius is agreed. What Ordinance have you laden on that part: A Falcon and two Harguebuz of Crock. What tell'st thou me of Harguebuz of Crock? A pox upon your rascal squibs and crackers, Have you been loading all this day till now, And come you with your Harguebuz of Crock? A plague upon't. My Lord, blame your direction: nevertheless, Not full assured of your Lordship's pleasure, We have raised the Cannons that came last from Harlam, And planted them this morning for the purpose. 'twas well advised; but Gunner for what part? That's as it please your Honour to direct,
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I mary my Lord, this soundeth somewhat like, Now dares Cornelius promise victorie. But how intendes your Lordship to begin, And giue an entraunce to this busines? You know th' Antwerpians neuer yet tooke part, In any action gainst his Maiesty, But haue remain'd as neutrall, neyther ayding The Prince of Orenge nor offending you: How will you then inkindle flambes of warre, And take occasion to commence your quarrell? Why any way; it shall be thus Cornelius, Ile charge the Master Gunner of the Castle, To make a shot or two vpon the towne; And when they come to know the cause of it, Ile say it was, because they doe not sincke, The Prince of Orenge ships: but suffer them To lye so neere within the Lyuer , Which not withstanding, we precisely know, Doe houer there about, to no end else, But to safe conduct victuals to the towne. Yet this excuse will serue to cloake our hae, And shew some reason for what after follows. It cannot be but good my noble Lord, And shortly (as their dayly custome is) Changing the Gouernor and other Burgers, Intend a solemne banquet at the State-house. Euen then, and at that place, giue you direction, The Gunner take his Leuill, twill affright, And strike the greater terror to their soules. Enough, Ile play them Musicke to their meate, And send such Reuellers into the roome, As some of them shall haue caroust their last, The most I craue, is that Cornelius Will be as constant as he hath profest. Once more my Lord I gage my hand with yours, And as he is a Soldier and a Knight, Cornelius vowes to be a friend to Spaine. I take thy word faire Knight, and backe againe Returne the like to thee; both I and mine, For euer vow to loue and honour thee: Now breake we off our secret conference, And closely as we came vnto this place, So let vs circumspectly make retreate. Walke thou into the towne as if thou hadst But only come abroad to take the ayre. I to the Castle will with-draw my selfe Downe some backe way, and euer as we need, Be this our meeting place, till Antwerpe bleed. Farewell my Lord, Cornelius is agreed. What Ordinance haue you laden on that part: A Faulcon and two Harguebuz of Crocke. What telst thou me of Harguebuz of Crocke? A poxe vpon your rascall squibs and crackers, Haue you been loading all this day till now, And come you with your Harguebuz of Crocke? A plague vpon't. My Lord, blame your direction: neuerthelesse, Not full assured of your Lordships pleasure, We haue rais'd the Cannons that came last from Harlam, And planted them this morning for the purpose. Twas well aduis'd; but Gunner for what part? That's as it please your Honour to direct,