Rowley, William · published 1633 · first performed or written 1619 [c.1619-1620(?)] (Annals) tragedy · Prince Charles's Men (first) · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T59 Spanish courts: war, honour and courtshi · 487 words
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Your forward valour speaks you majestical, But my dread Liege, does not your treasury Grow thin and empty? so long have you held A champion resolution 'gainst the Turk, That Spain is wasted in her noble strength, On which presuming, 'tis to be supposed The Moore is thus encouraged. And yet we undaunted Iulianus, our treasury is A mine unscorched, we have a Castle Supposed enchanted, we'll break the magic, If spells there be, open the forbidden doors Which twenty of our predecessors have refused, But added each a lock to guard it more, Rather than our Soldiers shall want pay To fight our battles nobly. O my Lord, that's a dangerous secret, only known To such as can divine futurities, And they with fearful prophecies predict Fatal events to Spain, when that shall be Broke up by violence: till fate hath run Her own wasting period; which out stayed Auspiciously they promise, that wreathes are kept In the foredooming Court of destiny, To bind us ever in a happy conquest. Tut. fear frights us not, nor shall hope fool us If need provoke, we'll dig supply through hell And her enchantments. Who can prefix us A time to see these incantations loosed? Perhaps 'twill stay ten generations more, When our blood royal may want succession, If not; what boots it us (lost in our dust And memory 500. years) that then this hidden Work shall be; tush, the weakness of our predecessors Shall not fright us, all is not deadly, That looks dangerous. I wish no life to see that day. Nor I, so many Kings have feared that destiny. Lord Iulianus, we commit to you The charge of this great work against the Moores, With title of Lord General, as you please, Order this high affair; call to the field An equal Army against those Africans, The bold and hardiest soldiers of our kingdom: Scourge back again these halfnaked Infidels Into their sunburnt Climate; in thy heart Be loyalty and courage, strength in thine arm: With christian valour strike the heathens dead, And for thy triumph, bring the mulai's head. This honour which your Majesty has given me, Though better it might fit another's wearing, Of abler limbs, where time has not defaced, Nor half so many winters quenched his blood, As a new spring it hath revivde ag This Autumn of my years; there's but one care I leave behind me within the Court of Spain, My poor Iacinta, mine, and only mine; May she here thrive in honour, and in favours, And I shall meet her with a victory, (Heaven put before) as shall endow us both In your high esteem. That shall be our care noble Iulianus, to see her safe, We love Jacinta more than you must know, And for her sake we do remove you hence; You may thank your daughter for this honour Sir, If you knew our purpose.
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Your forward valour speakes you maiesticall, But my dread Liege, does not your treasury Grow thinne and empty? so long have you held A champion resolution 'gainst the Turke▪ That Spaine is wasted in her noble strength, On which presuming, tis to be supp The Moore is thus incourag'd. And yet we undaunted Iulianus, our treasury is A myne unscarcht, wee have a Castle Suppos'd inchanted, wee'le breake the magicke, If spels there be, opethe forbidden dores Which twenty of our predecessors have refuse, But added each a locke to guard it more, Rather then our Souldiers shall want pay To fight our battailes nobly. O my Lord, that's a dangerous secret, onely known To such as can divine futurities, And they with fearefull prophesies predict Fatallevents to Spaine, when that shall be Broke up by violence: till fate hath runne Her owne wasting period; which out staide Auspitiously they promise, that wreathes are kept In the fore-dooming Court of destiny, To binde us ever in a happy conquest. Tut. feare frights us not, nor shall hope foole us If neede provoke, wee'le dig supply through hell And her enchantments. Who cn prefixe us A time to see these incantations loosde? Perhaps 'twill stay tenne generations more, When our bloud royall may want succession, If not; what bootes it us (lost in our dust And memory 500. yeeres) that then this hidden Worke shall be; tush, the weakenesse of our predecessors Shall not fright us, all is not deadly, That lookes dangerous. I wish no life to see that day. Nor I, so many Kings have fear'd that destiny. Lord Iulianus, we commit to you The charge of this great worke against the Moores, With title of Lord Generall, as you please, Order this high affaire; call to the field An equall Army against those Affricans, The bold and hardiest souldiers of our kingdome▪ Scourge backe agen thse halfe-nak' Infides Into their sun-burnt Clymate; in thy heart Be loyaltie and courage, strength in thine arme: With christian vaiour strike the heathens dead, And for thy triumph, bring the Mulyes head. This honour which your Maiestie has given me, Tho better it might fit anothers wearing, Of abler limbs, wheretime has not defac't, Nor halfe so many winters quencht his bloud, As a new spring it hath revivde ag This Autumne of my yeeres; there's but one care I leave behinde me within the Court of Spaine, My poore Iacinta, mine, and onely mine; May she here thrive in honour, and in favours, And I shall meete her with a victory, (Heaven put before) as shall endow us both In your high esteeme. That shall be our care noble Iulianus, to see her safe, We love Icinta more then you must know, And for her sake we doe remove you hence; You may thanke your daughter for this honour Sir, If you knew our purpose.