A Larum for London, or The Siege of Antwerp · chunk 8 of 25
Anonymous · published 1602 · first performed or written 1599 [c.1594-1600] (Annals) history · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T50 Fleets, armies and generals: war by sea · 491 words
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Receive your friends, prevent his treachery, lest unawares you taste his tyranny. What benefit (good Countrymen) gain we, That prostitute our fortunes and our blood, In your defence? Say, shall we let them in? In troth I think the Spaniard means no harm. Mean what he may, we'll not offend such friends, As these, the Prince of Orange and the State, Your Army is at Kibdorpe Port you say? There stay our forces. We will let them in, And quarter them with all convenient speed, Van End draw up your Almains to one place, And keep good rule for fear of civil brawls, And now my Lords I will attend on you. I will attend to look and guard my doors, And keep my wealth, my wife, and daughter safe, For fear these hungry soldiers get a snatch. Younker come here, haste to the Castle wall, And call to speak with Sancto Danila, Tell him from me, the Flies begin to swarm; The Sun grows hot, the herds do shake their horns, The Shepherds bring great flocks home to the fold; Say, if the Butcher slaughter not in tne, The beasts will surfeit, and the Soldiers pine, Therefore begin before one glass be run, And we shall win ere setting of the Sun: Remember this, be secret and away. Now (Antwerp) comes the Spaniards holiday, With them join I, my share is in the gold, I run with the Hare, and with the hound I hold; This Sunday shall be dismal to the town, The Burghers die, their gallant wives gone down. Afore good wife, I fear that all's not well, Monsieur champaign what's your opinion? Doubtless, the Spaniards do intend some hurt, Hark how the tumult still increaseth? For shame, Be not so fearful, say that for some offence, Either commenced, or but in conceit; The Spaniards were maliciously inclined: Have ye not Soldiers to withstand their force? What should you need to be solicitous, Keep ye within. Nay wife thou dost mistake, If thou imagine we intend to fight; 'tis not our meaning: we are at the charge To pay them monthly, wherefore should not they Be at the care to see the City safe. The city's safe enough without their care, Will you to dinner? Wherefore shoot they thus, Unless there were some villainy abroach? Wherefore shoot they but to try their pieces, I warrant you husband 'tis no otherwise. Here comes the Marks he can tell the news. The cause my Lord of this intestine uproar? The cause is murder, misery and death: You men of Antwerp, if with all the speed And expedition, that in men remains, You take not weapons to repulse the foe, That like a swarm of deadly stinging Hornets, Have all this while lay hid within their nest; But now do fly abroad with dreadful noise, As if so many Furies were awaked. To arms then all that love your country's peace.
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Receiue your friends, preuent his treachery, Least vnawares you taste his tirranye. What benefit (good Country-men) gaine we, That prostitute our fortunes and our bloud, In your defence? Say, shall we let them in? In troth I thinke the Spaniard meanes no harme. Meane what he may, wee'll not offend such friends, As these, the Prince of Orenge and the State, Your Armie is at Kibdorpe Port you say? There stay our forces. We will let them in, And quarter them with all conuenient speede, Van End draw vp your Almaignes to one place, And keep good rule for feare of ciuill braules, And now my Lords I will attend on you. I will attend to looke and guard my doores, And keepe my wealth, my wife, and daughter safe, For feare these hungry soldiers get a snatch. Yonker come heere, haste to the Castle wall, And call to speake with Sancto Danila, Tell him from me, the Flies begin to swarme▪ The Sunne growes hot, the heards do shake their hornes, The Shepheards bring great flockes home to the folde; Say, if the Butcher slaughter not in tne, The beastes will surfet, and the Soldiers pyne, Therefore begin before one glasse be runne, And we shall win ere setting of the Sunne: Remember this, be secret and away. Now (Antwerpe) comes the Spaniards holly-day, With them ioyne I, my share is in the gold, I runne with the Hare, and with the hound I holde; This Sunday shall be dismall to the towne, The Burgers dye, their gallant wiues go downe. Afore good wife, I feare that all's not well, Monsieur Champaigne what's your opinion? Doubtles, the Spaniards do intend some hurt, Harke how the tumult still increaseth? For shame, Be not so fearefull, say that for some offence, Eyther commenced, or but in conceipt; The Spaniards were maliciouslie inclin'd: Haue yee not Soldiers to withstand their force? What should you need to be solicitous, Keepe yee . Nay wife thou dost mistake, If thou immagine we inten to fight; Tis not at the charge To pay should not they Be at the care to see the Cittie safe. The Citty's safe enough without their care, Will you to dinner? Wherefore shoote they thus, Vnlesse there were some villanie abroach? Wherefore shoote they but to trye their peeces, I warrant you husband tis no otherwise. Heere comes the Marques he can tell the newes. The cause my Lord of this intestine vpore? The cause is murder, miserie and death: You men of Antwerpe, if with all the speede And expedition, that in men remaines, You take not weapons to repulse the foe, That like a swarme of deadlie stinging Hornets, Haue all this while lay hid within their nest; But now doe flye abroad with dreadfull noise, As if so many Furies were awakt. To armes then all that loue your Countries peace.