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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A09221	The battell of Alcazar fought in Barbarie, betweene Sebastian king of Portugall, and Abdelmelec king of Marocco. With the death of Captaine Stukeley. As it was sundrie times plaid by the Lord high Admirall his seruants.	Peele, George, 1556-1596.	1594 (1594)	STC 19531; ESTC S110337	23,239	52

hath giuen Loe dead is he my brother and my King Whome I might haue reuiu'd with newes I bring Zareo. His honours and his types he hath resignde Vnto the world and of a manly man Loe in a twinckling a sencelesse stocke we see Muly. You trustie soldiers of this warlike King Be counsail de now by vs in this aduise Let not his death be bruted in the campe Least with the sodaine sorrowe of the newes The armye wholy be discomfited My Lord Zareo thus I comforte you Our Moores haue brauely borne themselues in fight Likely to get the honour of the day If ought may gotten be where losse is such Therfore in this apparell as he dyed My noble brother will we heere aduance And set him in his chayre with cunning props That our Barbarians may beholde their King And thinke he doth repose him in his Tent Zareo. Right pollitique and good is your aduice Goe then to see it speedily performd Braue Lord if Barbary recouer this Thy soule with ioy will sit and see the sight Exeunt Alarmes Enter to the battaile and the christians flye The Duke of Auero slaine Enter Sebastian and Stukeley Sebast. Seest thou not Stukley O Stukley seest thou not The great dishonour doone to Christendome Our cheerfull onset crost in springing hope The braue and mightie prince Duke of Auero Slaine in my sight now ioy betide his ghost For like a lyon did he beare himselfe Our battels are all now disordered And by our horses strange retiring backe Our middle wing of foot-men ouer-rod Stukley alas I see my ouer-sight False hearted Mahamet now to my cost I see thy trecherie warnd to beware A face so full of fraud and villanie Alarums within and they runne out and two set vppon Stukley and he driueth them in Then enter the Moore and his boy flying Moore Villaine a horse Boy Oh my Lord if you returne you die Moore Villaine I saie giue me a horse to flie To swimme the riuer villaine and to flie Exit boy Where shall I finde some vnfrequented place Some vncouth walke where I may curse my fill My starres my dam my planets and my nurse The fire the aire the water and the earth All causes that haue thus conspirde in one To nourish and preserue me to this shame Thou that wert at my birth predominate Thou fatall starre what planet ere thou be Spit out thy poison bad and all the ill That fortune fate or heauen may bode a man Thou Nurse infortunate guiltie of all Thou mother of my life that broughtst me forth Curst maist thou be for such a cursed sonne Curst be thy sonne with euerie curse thou hast Ye Elements of whome consists this clay This masse of flesh this cursed crazed corpes Destroy dissolue disturbe and dissipate What water earth and aire conieald Alarums and enter the boy Boy Oh my Lorde these rulthlesse Moores pursue you at the heeles And come amaine to put you to the sword Moore A horse a horse villaine a horse That I may take the riuer straight and flie Boy Here is a horse my Lord As swiftly pac'd as Pegasus Mount thee thereon and saue thy selfe by flight Moore Mount me I will But may I neuer passe the riuer till I be Reuengde vpon thy soule accursed Abdilmelec If not on earth yet when we meete in hell Before grim Minos Rodamant and Eocus The cumbat will I craue vpon thy ghost And drag thee thorough the lothsome pooles Of Lethes Stikes and firie Phlegiton Exit Alarums Enter Stukley with two Italians Herc. Stand traitor stand ambitious English-man Proud Stukley stand and stirre not ere thou die Thy forwardnes to follow wrongfull armes And leaue our famous expedition earst Intended by his holynes for Ireland Fouly hath here betraide and tide vs all To ruthlesse furie of our heathen foe For which as we are sure to die Thou shalt paie satisfaction with thy bloud Stuk. A uant base villaines twit ye me with shame Or infamie of this iniurious warre When he that is the iudge of right and wrong Determines battaile as him pleaseth best But sith my starres bode me this tragicke end That I must perrish by these barbarous Moores Whose weapons haue made passage for my soule That breakes from out the prison of my brest Ye proud malicious dogges of Italy Strike on strike downe this body to the earth Whose mounting minde stoopes to no feeble stroke Stab him Ionas Why suffer we this English man to liue Villaine bleed on thy blood in chanels run And meet with those whome thou to death hast doon Exeunt Stuk. Thus Stukley slaine with many a deadly stab Dyes in these desart feilds of Affrica Harke freindes and with the story of my life Let me beguile the torment of my death In Englands London Lordings was I borne On that braue Bridge the barre that thwarts the Thames My golden dayes my yonger carelesse yeeres Were when I toucht the height of Fortunes wheele And liu'd in affluence of wealth and ease Thus in my Countrie carried long aloft A discontented humor draue me thence To crosse the Seas to Ireland then to Spaine There had I welcome and right royall pay Of Phillip whome some call the Catholique King There did Tom Stukley glitter all in golde Mounted vpon his Iennet white as snowe Shining as Phoebus in King Phillips Court There like a Lord famous Don Stukley liu'd For so they calde me in the Court of Spaine Till for a blowe I gaue a Bishops man A strife gan rise betweene his Lord and me For which we both were banisht by the King From thence to Rome rides Stukley all a flaunt Receiud with royall welcomes of the Pope There was I grac'd by Gregorye the great That then created me Marquis of Ireland Short be my tale because my life is short The coast of Italy and Rome I left Then was I made Leiftennant Generall Of those small Forces that for Ireland went And with my companies embarkt at Austria My Sayles I spred and with these men of warre In fatall houre at Lishborne we ariu'd From thence to this to this hard exigent Was Stukley driuen to fight or els to dye Dar'd to the field that neuer could endure To heare God Mars his drum but he must martch Ah sweet Sebastian hadst thou beene well aduisde Thou mightst haue manag'd armes sucsesfully But from our Cradles we were marked all And destinate to dye in Affric heere Stukley the story of thy life is tolde Here breath thy last and bid thy freindes farwell And if thy Countries kindnes be so much Then let thy Countrie kindely ring thy knell Now goe and in that bed of honour dye Where braue Sebastians breathles Course doth lye Heere endeth Fortune rule and bitter rage Heere ends Tom Stukleys pilgrimage He dyeth Enter Muly Mahometh Seth and his traine with Drums and Trumpets Muly. Retreat is sounded through our Camp now From battells furie cease our conquering Moores Paie thankes to heauen with sacrificing fire