A Larum for London, or The Siege of Antwerp · chunk 25 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 · 495 words
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Now war hath wrapped his bloody colours up, And sheathed his fatal sword with his, we ours, Prefixing truce to our laborious arms; This City late of christening the fame, For wealth and glory: now remains the Map, Of sad destruction and perpetual lie thwacked with slaughtered carcases, houses that before were stuffed with pride, An left as : Oh in remorse of humane clemency, My heart (not thinks) could sigh, my eyes shed tears, To call to mind and see their misery: But they were wanton and lascivious, Too much addicted to their private lust: And that concludes their martyrdom was just. Hold, one of you, convey this serious letter To warlike Alva, tell him as he willed, After my forces lodged in Garrison, I'll meet his Grace at Bridges, and from thence Acquaint the Court of Spain with our success; Pray God the tyranny expressed in Antwerp, Like to the echoing clamour of a Trumpet, Speak not our deeds before our own approach. My Lord, behold where lie the mangled bodies Of those two fierce assailing Brabanters, That all this while kept us at such a bay, And when we thought the town was won, procured So great a deluge of Iberian blood. Let's drag them at our horses tails my Lord, And as we pass through every town and village, Make them example to the world for pride? Who toucheth them but in disgrace, my sword Shall lop his arm off; were they proud sayst thou? Their pride was honourable, deserving love Rather than hate; nay should we do them right, Had they been strengthened with convenient aid We had been beaten from the town again And made exchange of conquest: which subdued There never lived two more heroic spirits That for their Country have deserved as much To be renowned; as ever Curtius was Or Romaine or the They for their could but loose their Liv These have inequal service done as much Take up their bodies; of ten thousand others Rest by our swords, and left unvied These two will we in person see interred, And do them right, the law of Arms requires; So march we hence, striking a mournful sound Till we have said our honoured foes in ground Thus worldlings, Time in his unwonted love Hath stayed his course, to rub the memory Of actions long since cast behind his back His care is fruitful, and doth wish to see No heavy or disastrous chance befall The sons of men if they will warned be But when they spurn against my discipline Wasting the treasure of my precious hour No marvel then, like misery catch hold On them, did fasten oh this woeful town Whose bleeding fortune, whose lamenting cries Whose streets besmeared with blood, whose blubbered eyes Whose tottered walls, whose buildings overthrown Whose riches lost, and poverty made known: May be a mean all Cities to affright How they in sin and pleasure take delight
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Now warre hath wrapt his bloudy colours vp, And sheath'd his fatall swoord with his, we ours, Prefixing truce to our laborious armes; This Cittie late of christening the fame, For wealth and glorie: now remaines the Map, destruction and perpetull yne; with slaughtered carkasses, before were stuft with pride, An left as : Oh in remorse of humaine clemency, My heart (not thinkes) could sigh, my eyes shed teares, To call to minde and see their misery: But they were wanton and lasciuious, Too much addicted to their priuate lust: And that concludes their Martirdoome was iust. Holde, one of you, conuay this serious letter To warlicke Alua, tell him as he wil'd, After my forces lodg'd in Garison, Ile meete his Grace at Bridges, and from thence Acquaint the Court of Spaine with our successe; Pray God the tyrany exprest in Antwerpe, Like to the ecchoing clamour of a Trumpet, Speake not our deedes before our owne approach. My Lord, behold where lye the mangled bodies Of those two fierce assailing Brabanters, That all this while kept vs at such a bay, And when we thought the towne was wonne, procur'd So great a deluge of berian bloud. Let's drag them at our horses tayles my Lord, And as we passe through euery towne and village, Make them example to the world for pride? Who toucheth them but in disgrace, my swoord Shall lop his arme off▪ were they proude sayst thou? Their pride was honourable, deseruing loue Rather then hate; nay should we doe them right, Had they been strengthned with conuenient ayde We had been bea from the towne againe And made exchange of conquest: which subdu'd There neuer liued two Heroieth spirits That for their Country haue deserd as much To be renouned; as euer was Or Romaine or the They for their could but loose their Liv These haue inequall serice done as much Take vp their bodyes; of ten thousand others Rest by our swords, and left unvied These two will we in person see interr'd, And doe them right, the law of Armes require; So march we hence, striking a mournfull sound Till we haue sayde our honourd foes in ground Thus worldlings, Time in his unwonted loue Hath staid his course, to rubb the memorie Of actions long since cast behind his back His care is fruitefull, and doth wish to see No heauie or disastrous chance befall The sonnes of men if they will warned be But when they against my discipline Wasting the treasure of my precious houre No maruayle then, like misery catch holde On them, did fasten oh this wofull toune Whose bleeding fortune, whose lamenting Whose streetes besmear'd with bloud, whose blubred eyes Whose totter'd walls, whose buildings ouerthrowne Whose riches lost, and pouertie made knowne: May be a meane all Citties to affright How they in sinne and pleasure take delight