A Larum for London, or The Siege of Antwerp · chunk 4 of 25
Anonymous · published 1602 · first performed or written 1599 [c.1594-1600] (Annals) history · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T30 Constables, justices and the watch · 499 words
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That's for the Statehouse Gunner, where the Dutch Sit swilling in the pride of their excess; Commend us to them, tell them we have sent Music to make them merry at their Feast: Go bid thy full-mouthed Cannon, much good do't them. Should we discharge some scurvy culverin, They'll think we are about some firework, To make them sport with. For sure they fall asleep upon full stomachs, Shoot me their Statehouse through both the sides, And tell them thou didst it for their health, To keep them waking. I warrant you my Lord, I'll pierce her sides, Or never think me workman whilst I live. I will not stir till I have heard the shot. Go light thy Lintstock at some hellish brand, To send black vengeance to that hated town; Let every corn of powder be a spirit, Thy mortal aim as ominous as death, And never a splinter that the Bullet strikes, But let it prove a very murdering piece, Amongst the Burghers at their Banqueting, To vomit horrid plagues upon them all. There be thou like the Club of Hercules, Amongst the bousing Bacchanalian centures, To beat their Rhenish cans about their ears. Good luck I hope hark how the sudden noise In countering with the cannon's loud report, Stops his full mouth, with the reverberate sound, And fills the circle of the empty air. The Shot what from the Castle questionless. The smoke and the report may tell you so. And certainly intended at our lives. Call to the Governor. he's walking here without the Castle stay:, The Citizens have sent me to demand, On what occasion, or by whose commandment, You have discharged this shot upon the town? At my command Sir, what is that to you? Then thy command (I tell thee Sancto Danila) Is devilish and unchristian; Which passing through the Statehouse of the City, Hath slain three persons. Three frothy Rhenish fats that have drunk dead, Or in their cups have fallen to cutting throats, And fearing that it would be noised abroad, To cover your foul Bestial gormandize, Give it out to be a shot sent from the Castle. That men are slain we'll not expostulate, But Governor, was it by your commandment? Tell me you men of Antwerp, If you do startle at a cannon's burst, Why suffer you the Prince of Orange Ships, To ride upon the river at their pleasure? And with their fleering tops to mock our Fames, The whilst the Sconces which do flank the River, Serve but for Fishers to unload their nets; Whilst Cankering rust, devours your empty Cannons: And they lie hulling up and down the stream? Burghers of Antwerp answer me to this. They be of Zealand, and the Prince of Orange Hath ever been a friend unto the State. But enemy unto the King my Master; Therefore they shall not ride upon the river; Which if your own security do suffer, we'll make our Bandogs to awake your town.
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That's for the State-house Gunner, where the Duch Sit swilling in the pride of their excesse; Commend vs to them, tell them we haue sent Musicke to make them merry at theyr Feast: Goe bid thy full-mouth'd Cannon▪ much good doo't them. Should we discharge some scuruie Culuering, They'll thinke we are about some fire-worke, To make them sport with. For sure they fall a sleepe vpon full stomackes, Shoote me their State-house through both the sides, And tell them thou didst it for their health, To kepe them waking. I warrant you my Lord, Ile peirce her sides, Or neuer thinke me worke-man whilst I liue. I will not stirre till I haue heard the shot. Goe light thy Linckstocke at some hellish brand, To send blacke vengeance to that hated towne; Let euery corne of powder be a spirit, Thy mortall ayme as ominous as death, And neuer a splinter that the Bullet strikes, But let it prooue a very murdering piece, Amongst the Burgers at their Banqueting, To vomit horred plagues vpon them all. There be thou like the Club of Hercules, Amongst the Bouzing Bacchanalian centures, To beate their Renish Cannes about their eares. Good lucke I hope hark how the sodaine noyse In countring with the Cannons loude report, Stops his full mouth, with the reuerberate sound, And fils the circle of the emptie ayre. The Shot what from the Castle questionlesse. The smoke and the report may tell you so. And certainly intended at our liues. Call to the Gouernour. Hee's walking heere without the Castlestay, The Cittizens haue sent me to demaund, On what occasion, or by whose commaundement, You haue discharg'd this shot vpon the towne? At my commaund Sir, what is that to you? Then thy command (I tell thee Sancto Danila) Is deuilish and vnchristian; Which passing through the State-house of the Cittie, Hath slaine three persons. Three froathy Renish fats that haue drunk dead, Or in their cuppes haue falne to cutting throates, And fearing that it would be nois'd abroad, To couer your foule Bestiall Gurmandize, Giue it out to be a shot sent from the Castle. That men are slaine wee'll not expostulate, But Gouernor, was it by your commaundement? Tell me you men of Antwerpe, If you doe startle at a Cannons burst, Why suffer you the Prince of Orenge Ships, To ride vpon the riuer at their pleasure? And with their feering tops to mocke our Fames, The whilst the Sconses which doe lancke the Riuer, Serue but for Fishers to vnload their nets; Whilst Cankering rust, deuoures your emptie Cannons: And they lye hulling vp and downe the streame? Burgers of Antwerpe answere me to this. They be of Zealand, and the Prince of Orenge Hath euer been a friend vnto the State. But enemy vnto the King my Master; Therefore they shall not ride vpon the ryuer; Which if your owne security doe suffer, Wee'll make our Ban-dogs to awake your towne.