A Larum for London, or The Siege of Antwerp · chunk 9 of 25
Anonymous · published 1602 · first performed or written 1599 [c.1594-1600] (Annals) history · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T18 Rebels, barons and the king's wars at ho · 450 words
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How do ye mean my Lord? or who are those Your Lordship shadows, underneath the name Of swarming Hornets? Are you so dull offence? And still so lulled in your security? Whom should I mean, but bloody Danila, And furious Alva his compear in arms, That fill the Castle yard with their Battalions, And strive to take possession of your streets: To arms then straight, if you will keep them back. Is't like that Alva is revived again? As like as he intends to take the town. But I suspect there is some treachery. Will you believe his words, he doth but jest, To try how we will take it if 'twere so. Nay by his looks and by his sudden haste, It should appear the Marks doth not jest. To arms to arms, oh where's the Governor? Give order that your Citizens prepare, To stand upon their guard, defend themselves, For whom you trusted, turns his weapons point Upon your bosoms: all the Almaigne force, Is quite revolted, and the enemy Entering your streets: Van End that damned slave, Gives aid to Spain, and with his traitorous hand Draws in destruction, if you look not to it. Where are the Switzers should supply the Trenches? Drunk in their lodgings, and in reeling forth, The Spaniards (unresisted) murder them. For honours sake, for wretched Antwerp's sake, Stand not amazed, but with courageous hearts, And forward hands, fight for your liberty. Are yet your eyelids open, are you yet awaked out of the slumber you were in? Or will you still lie snorting in your sloth? Be still persuaded you are safe enough? Until the very instant, you do feel Their naked swords glide through your weasond-pipes? Or do you think with belching Puffs that fly From your full paunches, you can blow them back? Or is the bottom of a deep carouse, Able to drown them? will their fury melt At the beholding of your dainty wives? Or can submission be a stickler In these hot brawls? I tell ye burghers no, Fair words will be as oil to burning pitch; And gold as Sulphur to enkindled; flames, Your daughter's chastity must quench their lust; And your dear wives, enrich their lawless arms: I said as much but would not be believed, Now tell me if I prophesied aright? Or that my zealous words deserved rebuke? Did I not say, the Crocodile did weep, But to obtain his prey? the Sea look smooth, But for a storm: would any thing be thought, By the close confluence of the Spanish troops Into the Castle, but some massacre? Yet was I rated to object as much, Reviled and baffled for my loyalty:
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How doe ye meane my Lord? or who are those Your Lordship shaddows, vnder-neath the name Of swarming Hornets? Are you so dull ofence? And still so lull'd in your securitie? Whom should I meane, but bloudie Danila, And furious Alua his compeere in armes, That fill the Castle yard with their Battilions, And striue to take possession of your streetes: To armes then straight, if you will keep them backe. Ist like that Alua is reuiu'd againe? As like as he intendes to take the towne. But I suspect there is some treacherie. Will you beleeue his words, he doth but iest, To try how we will take it if twere so. Nay by his lookes and by his sodaine haste, It should appeare the Marques doth not iest. To armes to armes, oh where's the Gouernor? Giue order that your Cittizens prepare, To stand vpon their guard, defend themselues, For whom you trusted, turnes his weapons point Vpon your bosomes: all the Almaigne force, Is quite reuolted, and the enemie Entring your streetes: Van End that damned slaue, Giues ayde to Spaine, and with his trayterous hand Drawes in destruction, if you looke not to it. Where are the Switzers should supply the Trenches? Drunke in their lodgings, and in reeling foorth, The Spaniards (vnresisted) murder them. For honors ske, for wretched Antwerpes sake, Stand not amazed, but with couragious hearts, And forward hands, fight for your libertie. Are yet your eye-lids open, are you yet Awakt out of the slumber you were in? Or will you still lye snorting in your sloath? Be still perswaded you are safe enough? Vntill the verie instant, you doe feele Their naked swoords glide through your weasond-pipes? Or doe you thinke with belching Pffes that flye From your full paunches, you can blow them backe? Or is the bottom of a deepe carouse, Able to drowne them? will their furie melt At the beholding of your daintie wiues? Or can submission be a stickler In these hot braules? I tell ye burgers no, Faire words will be as oyle to burning pitch; And golde as Sulpher to inkindled; flames, Your daughters chastitie must quench their lust; And your deare wiues, their lawlesse armes: I said as much but would not be beleeu'd, Now tell me if I prophesied aright? Or that my zealous words deseru'd rebuke? Did I not say, the Crocadile did weepe, But to obtaine his pray? the Sea looke smooth, But for a storme: would any thing be thought, By the close confluence of the Spanish troopes Into the Castle, but some massacre? Yet was I rated to obiect as much, Reuil'd and bafled for my loyaltie: