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He hath placed traitors in my towns most ample, Not that he honours them (he hates their humour) But to seduce you to by their example, Then banish all for every little rumour. Ye have not to my Fortune had regard, But freely-followed my evil fortuned wars: Which, though that I might not, Ioue would reward, And all the world extol you to the stars. How long shall I a vagabond remain, And fly a stranger who my right would reave? Since by one battle we may reobtain All that we lost, or lose all that we have. Like those vile traitors, whom I will arraign To hold me up, shall I go cast me down? Must Darius only by entreaty reign? No, none hath power to take, or give my Crown. I shall not my authority survive, Nor will I proffer a submissive breath: My hand shall hold a sceptre while I live: My head shall bear a Diadem till death. If those frank thoughts that do possess my soul, Such flames of virtue kindled have in you; A Macedonian never shall control Our noble acts, nor laugh to see us bow. My state may testify frail Fortune's change: May she not him o'erwhelm, as well as me? At least our hands bear death, if not revenge: For who can stop a stout heart for to die? Think of your ancestors, I you exhort, Who made the Grecians tributaries ever; And of whose wondrous acts men do report Great things, the fame whereof shall perish never. Shall future ages in your praise be dumb, Whilst they your Father's memory adore? I am resolved, my Triumph, or my Tomb A Laurel, or a Cypress shall decore. What vain amazement doth disturb our spirits? Let us consult no further but go to. He, who the Persians wonted worth inherits, Will not rest long advising what to do? Come let us with our best attire and arms Accompany our King to this last strife: Through bloody squadrons, and through hot alarms By slaughter only we must look for life. And when our host, as I hope shall prevail, Our country shall have peace, we praise of right: And if our Fortune, not our courage, fail, We die with honour in our sovereign's sight. Let us, if vanquished, be ashamed to be. A glorious death may greater honour give. Do to o'ercome, and yet not fear to die. It's needful that we fight, not that we live, My words will first your Majesty displease: Yet duty makes me speak where silence spill: The fine Physician cures a sharp disease With some sour potion that corruption kills. The skilful Pilot when he fears a storm, To save the ship will cast out precious things: Yet I persuade you not in any form To further, but to stay what ruin brings. We war against the Gods, we cannot speed: To all our actions Fortune is opposed. We must of force some other way proceed: So have the heavens of our affairs disposed.
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He hath plac'd traitours in my townes moſt ample, Not that he honours them (he hates their humour) But to ſeduce you to by their example, Then banniſh all for euery little rumour. Yee haue not to my Fortune had regarde, But freelie-follow'd my euill fortun'd warres: Which, though that I might not, Ioue would rewarde, And all the world extoll you to the ſtarres. How long ſhall I a vagabond remaine, And flie a ſtranger who my right would reaue? Since by one battell we may re-obtaine All that we loſt, or looſe all that we haue. Like thoſe vile traitours, whom I will arraigne To holde me vp, ſhall I goe caſt me downe? Muſt Darius onlie by entreatie raigne? No, none hath pow'r to take, or giue my Crowne. I ſhall not my authoritie ſur-viue, Nor will I proffer a ſubmiſſiue breath: My hand ſhall holde a ſcepter while I liue: My head ſhall beare a Diadem till death. If thoſe franke thoughts that doe poſſeſſe my ſoule, Such flames of vertue kindled haue in you; A Macedonian neuer ſhall controule Our noble actes, nor laugh to ſee vs bow. My ſtate may teſtifie fraile Fortunes change: May ſhe not him o're-whelme, as well as me? At leaſt our hands beare death, if not revenge: For who can ſtop a ſtout hart for to die? Thinke of your aunceſtors, I you exhort, Who made the Grecians tributaries euer; And of whoſe wondrous actes men do report Great things, the fame whereof ſhall periſh neuer. Shall future ages in your praiſe be dombe, Whil'ſt they your Fathers memorie adore? I am reſolu'd, my Triumphe, or my Tombe A Laurell, ora Cipreſſe ſhall decore. What vaine amazement doth diſturbe our ſpirits? Let vs conſult no further but goe to. He, who the Perſians wonted worth inherites, Will not reſt long aduiſing what to doe? Come let vs with our beſt attire and armes Accompanie our King to this laſt ſtrife: Through bloody ſquadrons, and through hote alarmes By ſlaughter onlie we muſt looke for life. And when our hoſt, as I hope ſhall preuaile, Our countrie ſhall haue peace, we praiſe of right: And if our Fortune, not our courage, faile, We die with honour in our Soueraignes ſight. Let vs, if vanquiſh'd, be aſham'd to be. A glorious death may greater honour giue. Doe to o're-come, and yet not feare to die. It's needfull that we fight, not that we liue, My words will firſt your Maieſtie diſpleaſe: Yet dutie makes me ſpeake where ſilence ſpilles: The fine Phiſician cures a ſharpe diſeaſe With ſome ſowre potion that corruption killes. The skilfull Pilote when he feares a ſtorme, To ſaue the ſhip will caſt out precious things: Yet I perſwade you not in any forme To further, but to ſtay what ruine brings. We warre againſt the Gods, we cannot ſpeede: To all our actions Fortune is oppoſ'd. We muſt of force ſome other way proceede: So haue the heau'ns of our affaires diſpoſ'd.