A Larum for London, or The Siege of Antwerp · chunk 6 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 · 473 words
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Who's that? Lord Sancto Danila? he's entered on the other side the Castle, With all his power. Not yet full ten, my mind presageth good, Antwerp ere night, shall bathe herself in blood. Monsieur champaign, great Antwerp's Governor, Will you refuse these fair and fresh supplies? Sent from the Prince of Orange and the States, Under our Conduct for your cities guard? Lord marquess Hawrye, we reject them not, Nor yet neglect the love of that great Prince, And our kind friend the Co-united States: But since we have no need of such a power, Why should we pester Antwerp with such troops, To spend the victuals of the Citizens, Which we can scarcely compass now for gilt. The Prince & States will furnish ye with store, To feed the Army and relieve the Town. It may be so. And it may not be so. Outwords and honours be engaged for it. Under correction my Lord Governor, The Marks and Count Egmont's noble words, (Although the Prince of Orange and the States Should be forgetful) were a pawn of worth. What says the Colonel of the Almains to it? This is Van Ends opinion my good Lord, That the rich promise of such noble Peers, As marquess Hanurie and Count Egmont are, Is pawn enough for all the cities wealth. The Almain lies, wealth is worth more than words. I way their promise with my sound belief, And tie my thoughts to their assured trust, Yet are there many reasons of import, To bar your Army's entrance to this town. The grand objection is decided. True. The lesser than are easily refeled. Suppose the Prince & States do Victual them, Yet their disorder in our Civil streets, May be pernicious, and breed mutiny. By this supposal you enfeeble us, And tax our worth with indiscretion, As though our skill and our Authority, Stood upon bases of weak discipline. We said not so, and yet their ryotings, May taint our wives and jeopardise our wealth. In silence be it my Lord, you need them not. All riots shall be death by martial law, And all commanders, shall be vigilant Over their troops, that order may he kept. My Lords of Egmount and of Hauurye, What are your numbers? just 3000, foot, One thousand horse, 800. at the least. An honourable tender of true friends, To send such aid for safeguard of your City. 'twill shake our bags too much to pay so many. At whose expense shall all this army rest? Some part yourselves, some part the Prince will pay. six hundred Almains are our garrison, A guard sufficient to defend our walls, And men enough, because we need no more. And they too many to be paid by us. O may these slaves refuse this succour sent, Their misery shall bring their misery.
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Who's that? Lord Sancto Danila? Hee's entred on the other side the Castle, Withall his power. Not yet full ten, my minde presageth good, Antwerpe ere night, shall bath her selfe in bloud. Monsieur Champaigne, great Antwerpes Gouernour, Will you refuse these faire and fresh supplyes? Sent from the Prince of Orenge and the States, Vnder our Conduct for your Citties guard? Lord Marques Hauurye, we reiect them not, Nor yet neglect the loue of that great Prince, And our kinde friend the Co-vnited States: But ince we haue no neede of such a power, Why should we pester Antwerpe with such troupes, To spend the victuals of the Cittizens, Which we can scarcely compasse now for gilt. The Prince & States will furnish yee with stoe, To feede the Army and relieue the Towne. It may be so. And it may not be so. Outwords and honours be engag'd for it. Vnder correction my Lord Gouernour, The Marques and Count Egmonts noble words, (Although the Prince of Orenge and the States Should be forgetfull) were a pawne of worth. What sayes the Collonell of the Almaines to it? This is Van Ends opinion my good Lord, That the rich promise of such noble Peeres, As Marques Hanurie and Count Egmont are, Is pawne nough for all the Citties wealth. The Almaine lyes, wealth is worth more than wordes. I way their promise with my sound beliefe, And tye my thoughts to their assured trust, Yet are there many reasons of import, To bare your Armies entrance to this towne. The graund obiection is decyded. True. The lesser then are easily refeld. Suppose the Prince & States do Victuall them, Yet their isorder in our Ciuell streetes, May be perniious, and breede mutinie. By this supposall you enfeeble vs, And taxe our worth with indiscretion, As though our skill and our Authority, Stood vpon bases of weake discipline. We said not so, and yet their ryotings, May taynt our wiues and ieoperdize our wealth. In silence be it my Lord, you need thē not. All ryots shall be death by martiall law, And all commaunders, shall be vigilent Ouer their troopes, that order may he kept. My Lords of Egmount and of Haurye, What are your numbers? Iust 3000, foote, One thousand horse, 800. at the least. An honourable tender of true friends, To send such ayde for safeguard of your Citty. T will shake our bags too much to pay so many. At whose expence shall all this army rest? Some part your selues, some part the Prince will pay. Sixe hundred Almaignes are our garison, A guard sufficient to defende our walles, And men enough, because we need no more. And they too many to be paide by vs. O may these slaues refuse this succour sent, Their myserie shall bring their miserie.