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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A12578	The tragedye of Solyman and Perseda Wherein is laide open, loues constancy, fortunes inconstancy, and deaths triumphs.; Solimon and Perseda.	Kyd, Thomas, 1558-1594, attributed name.	1592 (1592)	STC 22894; ESTC S110829	37,858	71

in thirsty honors cause To be enrolled in the brasse leaued booke Of neuer wasting perpetuitie Put Lambe-like mildenes to your Lyons strength And be our tilting like two brothers sportes That exercise their war with friendly blowes Braue Prince of Cipris and our sonne in law Welcome these worthies by their seuerall countries For in thy honor hither are they come To grace thy nuptials with their deeds at armes Cipris. First welcome thrise renowned Englishman Graced by thy country but ten times more By thy approued valour in the field Vpon the onset of the enemy What is thy motto when thou spurres thy horse Englishman In Scotland was I made a Knight at armes Where for my countries cause I chargde my Launce In France I tooke the Standard from the King And giue the flower of Gallia in my crest Against the light foote Irish haue I serued And in my skinne beare tokens of their skenes Our word of courage all the world hath heard Saint George for England and saint George for me Cipris. Like welcome vnto thee faire Knight of Fraunce Well famed thou art for discipline in warre Vpon the incounter of thine enemy What is thy mot renowned Knight of Fraunce French-man In Italie I put my knighthoode on Where in my shirt but with my single Rapier I combated a Romane much renownd His weapons point impoysoned for my bane And yet my starres did bode my victory Saint Denis is for France and that for me Cipris. Welcome Castilian too amongst the rest For fame doth sound thy valour with the rest Vpon thy first incounter of thy foe What is thy woord of courage braue man of Spaine Spaniard At fourteene yeeres of age was I made Knight When twenty thousand Spaniards were in field What time a daring Rutter made a challenge To change a bullet with our swift flight shot And I with single heed and leuell hit The haughty challenger and strooke him dead The golden Fleece is that we cry vpon And Iaques Iaques is the Spaniards choice Cipris. Next welcome vnto thee renowned Turke Not for thy lay but for thy worth in armes Vpon the first braue of thine enemy What is thy noted word of charge braue Turke Bruser. Against the Sophy in three pitched fields Vnder the conduct of great Soliman Haue I bene chiefe commaunder of an hoast And put the flint heart Perseans to the sword The desert plaines of Affricke haue I staind With blood of Moores and there in three set battels fought Marcht conquerour through Asia Along the coasts held by the Portinguze Euen to the verge of golde aboording Spaine Hath Brusor led a valiant troope of Turkes And made some Christians kneele to Mahomet Him we adore and in his name I crie Mahomet for me and Solyman Cip. Now Signeur Basilisco you we know And therefore giue not you a strangers welcome You are a Rutter borne in Germanie Vpon the first encounter of your foe What is your braue vpon the enemy Basi. I fight not with my tongue this is my Oratrix Laying his hand vpon his sword Cip. Why Signeur Basilisco is it a she sword Basi. I and so are all blades with me beholde my instance Perdie each female is the weaker vessell And the vigour of this arme infringeth The temper of any blade quoth my assertion And thereby gather that this blade beeing arprooued weaker than this lim may very wel bear a feminine Epitheton Cip. T is well proued but what 's the word that glories your Countrey Basi. Sooth to say the earth is my Countrey As the aire to the fowle or the marine moisture To the red guild fish I repute my selfe no coward For humilitie shall mount I keepe no table To character my fore-passed conflicts As I remember there happened a sore drought In some part of Belgia that the iucie grasse Was seared with the Sunne Gods Element I held it pollicie to put the men children Of that climate to the sword That the mothers teares might releeue the pearched earth The men died the women wept and the grasse grew Els had my Frize-land horse perished Whose losse would haue more grieued me Than the ruine of that whole Countrey Vpon a time in Ireland I fought On horsebacke with an hundred Kernes From Titans Easterne vprise to his Westerne downe-fall Insomuch that my Steed began to faint I coniecturing the cause to be want of water dismounted In which place there was no such Element Enraged therefore with this Semitor All on foote like an Herculian ofspring Endured some three or foure howers combat In which processe my body distilled such dewy showers of swet That from the warlike wrinckles of my front My Palfray coold his thirst My mercy in conquest is equall with my manhood in fight The teare of an infant hath bin the ransome of a conquered cittie Whereby I purchased the surname of Pities adomant Rough wordes blowe my choller As the winde dooth Mulcibers worke house I haue no word because no countrey Each place is my habitation Therefore each countries word mine to pronounce Princes what would you I haue seene much heard more but done most To be briefe hee that will try me let him waft mee with his arme I am his for some fiue launces Although it go against my starres to iest Yet to gratulate this beninge Prince I will suppresse my condition Phylip. He is beholding to you greatly sir Mount ye braue Lordings forwards to the tilt My selfe will censure of your chiualrie And with impartiall eyes behold your deedes Forward braue Ladies place you to behold The faire demeanor of these warlike Knights Exeunt Manet Basilisco Basi. I am melancholy an humor of Venus belegereth me I haue reiected with contemptable frownes The sweet glances of many amorous girles or rather ladies But certes I am now captiuated with the reflecting eye Of that admirable comet Perseda I will place her to behold my triumphes And do woonders in hir sight O heauens she comes accompanied with a child Whose chin beares no impression of manhood Not an hayre not an excrement Enter Erastus Perseda and Pystan Erast. My sweet Perseda Exeunt Erastus and Perseda Basi. Peace Infant thou blasphemest Pist. You are deceiued sir he swore not Basi. I tell thee Iester he did worse he cald that Ladie his Pist. Iester O extempore o flores Basi. O harsh vnedicate illiterate pesant Thou abusest the phrase of the Latine Pist. By gods fish friend take you the Latins part I le abuse you to Basi. What saunce dread of our indignation Pist. Saunce what languidge is that I thinke thou art a worde maker by thine occupation Basi. I tearmest thou me of an occupation Nay then this fierie humor of choller is supprest By the thought of loue Faire Ladie Pist. Now by my troth she is gon Basi. I hath the Infant transported her hence He saw my anger figured in my brow And at his best aduantage stole away But I will follow for reuenge Pist. Naye but here you sir