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A15498	The tragedie of Tancred and Gismund Compiled by the gentlemen of the Inner Temple, and by them presented before her Maiestie. Newly reuiued and polished according to the decorum of these daies. By R.W.	R. W. (Robert Wilmot), fl. 1568-1608.; Boccaccio, Giovanni, 1313-1375. Decamerone.; Stafford, Rodger.; Noel, Henry, d. 1597.; Allen, William, fl. 1567, attributed name.; Hatton, Christopher, Sir, 1540-1591.	1591 (1591)	STC 25764; ESTC S111807	35,904	73

fulnesse of thy plagues with deadly ire To reaue this ruthfull soule who all too sore Burnes in the wrathfull torments of reuenge O earth the mother of each liuing wight Open thy wombe deuour this withered corps And thou O hel if other hel there be Then that I feele receiue my soule to thee O daughter daughter wherefore do I grace Her with so kind a name O thou fond girle The shamefull ruine of thy fathers house Is this my hoped ioy is this the stay Must glad my griefe-ful yeares that wast away For life which first thou didst receiue from me Ten thousand deaths shal I receiue by thee For al the ioyes I did repose in thee Which I fond man did settle in thy sight Is this my recompence that I must see The thing so shameful and so villanous That would to God this earth had swalowed This worthlesse burthen into lowest deepes Rather then I accursed had beheld The sight that howerly massacars my life O whether whether flyest thou foorth my soule O whether wandreth my tormented mind Those paines that make the miser glad of death Haue ceaz'd on me and yet I cannot haue What villains may commaund a speedie death Whom shal I first accuse for this outrage That God that guideth all and guideth so This damned deede Shal I blaspheme their names The gods the authors of this spectacle Or shal I iustly curse that cruel starre Whose influence assigned this destinie But nay that traitor shal that vile wretch liue By whom I haue receau'd this iniurie Or shal I longer make account of her That fondly prostitutes her widowes shame I haue bethought me what I shall request He kneeles On bended knees with hands heau'd vp to heauen This sacred senate of the Gods I craue First on the traytor your consuming ire Next on the cursed strumpet dire reuenge Last on my selfe the wretched father shame He riseth Oh could I stampe and therewithall commaund Armies of Furies to assist my heart To prosecute due vengeance on their soules Heare me my frends but as ye loue your liues Replie not to me hearken and stand amaz'd When I as is my wont oh fond delight Went foorth to seek my daughter now my death Within her chamber as I thought she was But there I found her not I demed then For her disport she and her maidens were Downe to the garden walkt to comfort them And thinking thus it came into my mind There all alone to tarry her returne And thereupon I wearie threw my selfe Vpon her widdowes bed for so I thought And in the curten wrapt my cursed head Thus as I lay anon I might beholde Out of the vaut vp through her chamber floore My daughter Gismund bringing hand in hande The Countie Palurin alas it is too true At her beds feete this traitor made me see Her shame his treason and my deadly griefe Her Princelie body yeelded to this theefe The high despite wherof so wounded me That traunce-like as a senceles stone I lay For neither wit nor tongue could vse the meane T' expresse the passions of my pained heart Forcelesse perforce I sunke downe to this paine As greedie famin doth constraine the hauke Peecemeale to rent and teare the yeelding praie So far'd it with me in that heauie stound But now what shal I doe how may I seeke To ease my minde that burneth with desire Of dire reuenge For neuer shal my thoughts Graunt ease vnto my heart til I haue found A meane of vengeance to requite his paines That first conueyd this sight vnto my soule Tan. Renuchio Renu. What is your Highnes will Tan. Call my daughter my heart boyles till I see Her in my sight to whom I may discharge All the vnrest that thus distempereth me Should I destroy them both O gods ye know How neere and deere our daughter is to vs And yet my rage perswades me to imbrue My thirstie hands in both their trembling bloods Therewith to coole my wrathful furies heate But Nature why repin'st thou at this thought Why should I thinke vpon a fathers debt To her that thought not on a daughters due But stil me thinks if I should see her die And therewithall reflexe her dying eyes Vpon mine eyes that sight would slit my heart Not much vnlike the Cocatrice that slaies The obiect of his foule infections Oh what a conflict doth my mind endure Now fight my thoughts against my passions Now striue my passions against my thoughts Now sweates my heart now chil cold falles it dead Helpe heauens and succour ye Celestiall powers Infuse your secrete vertue on my soule Shall nature winne shall iustice not preuaile Shall I a king be proued partiall How shall our Subiects then insult on vs When our examples that are light to them Shal be eclipsed with our proper deedes And may the armes be rented from the tree The members from the body be disseuer'd And can the heart endure no violence My daughter is to me mine onlie heart My life my comfort my continuance Shall I be then not only so vnkinde To passe all natures strength and cut her off But therewithall so cruell to my selfe Against all law of kinde to shred in twaine The golden threed that doth vs both maintaine But were it that my rage should so commaund And I consent to her vntimelie death Were this an end to all our miseries No no her ghost wil still pursue our life And from the deep her bloodles gastfull spirit Wil as my shadow in the shining day Follow my footsteps till she take reuenge I will doe thus therefore the traitor dies Because he scornd the fauor of his king And our displeasure wilfullie incurde His slaughter with her sorow for his bloud Shall to our rage supplie delightfull foode Iulio Iul. What i st your Maiestie commaunds Tan. Iulio if we haue not our hope in vaine Nor all the trust we doe repose in thee Now must we trie if thou approue the same Herein thy force and wisdome we must see For our commaund requires them both of thee Iul. How by your Graces bounty I am bound Beyond the common bond wherein each man Stands bound vnto his king how I haue found Honor and wealth by fauor in your sight I doe acknowledge with most thankfull minde My trueth with other meanes to serue your Grace What euer you in honor shall assigne Hath sworne her power true vassall to your hest For proofe let but your Maiestie commaund I shall vnlock the prison of my soule Although vnkindlie horror would gaine-say Yet in obedience to your Highnes will By whom I hold the tenor of this life This hand and blade wil be the instruments To make pale death to grapple with my heart Tan. Wel to be short for I am greeu'd too long By wrath without reuenge I thinke you know Whilom a Pallace builded strong For warre within our Court where dreadlesse peace Hath planted now a weaker entrance But of that pallace yet one vaut remaines Within

might of loue As neuer shal the dread of carren death That hath enuide our ioyes inuade my brest For if it may be found a fault in me That euermore haue lou'd your Maiestie Likewise to honor and to loue your child If loue vnto you both may be a fault That vnto her my loue exceedes compare Then this hath been my fault for which I ioy That in the greatest lust of all my life I shall submitte for her sake to endure The pangues of death Oh mighty Lord of loue Strengthen thy vassall boldlie to receaue Large wounds into this body for her sake Then vse my life or death my Lord and king For your reliefe to ease your grieued soule For whether I liue or els that I must die To end your paines I am content to beare Knowing by death I shall bewray the trueth Of that sound heart which liuing was her owne And dide aliue for her that liued mine Tan. Thine Palurin what liues my daughter thine Traitor thou wrongst me for she liueth mine Rather I wish ten thousand sundrie deaths Then I to liue and see my daughter thine Thine that is dearer then my life to me Thine whom I hope to see an Empresse Thine whom I cannot pardon from my sight Thine vnto whom we haue bequeath'd our crown Iulio we wil that thou informe from vs Renuchio the Capten of our Gard That we commaund this traitor be conueyd Into the dungeon vnderneath our Tower There let him rest vntil he be resolu'd What further we intend which to vnderstand We will Renuchio repaire to vs Iul. O that I might your Maiestie entreate With clemencie to beutifie your seate Toward this Prince distrest by his desires Too many all too strong to captiuate Tan. This is the soundest safetie for a king To cut them off that vex or hinder him Iul. This haue I found the safetie of a king To spare the Subiects that do honor him Tan. Haue we been honourd by this leachers lust Iul. No but by this deuout submission Tan. Our fortune saies we must do what we may Iul This is praise-worth not to do what you may Tan. And may the Subiect countermaund the king Iul. No but intreat him Tan. What he shal decree Iul. What wisdom shall discern Iul. Nay what our word Shal best determine We wil not replie Thou knowest our mind our heart cannot be easd But with the slaughter of this Palurin The king hasteth into his Pallace Guis. O thou great God who from thy hiest throne Hast stooped down and felt the force of loue Bend gentle eares vnto the wofull mone Of me poore wretch to graunt that I require Help to perswade the same great God that he So farre remit his might and slack his fire From my deare Ladies kindled heart that she May heare my death without her hurt Her face wherein there is as cleere a light As in the rising moone let not her cheekes As red as is the partie-coloured rose Be paled with the newes hereof and so I yeeld my selfe my sillie soul and all To him for her for whom my death shall shew I liu'd and as I liu'd I dide her thrall Graunt this thou Thunderer this shal suffice My breath to vanish in the liquid skies Guizard is led to prison Chorus primus Who doth not know the fruits of Paris loue Nor vnderstand the end of Helens ioy He may behold the fatall ouerthrow Of Priams house and of the towne of Troy His death at last and her eternal shame For whom so many a noble knight was slaine So many a Duke so many a Prince of fame Bereft his life and left there in the plaine Medeas armed hand Elizas sword Wretched Leander drenched in the floud Phillis so long that waited for her Lord All these too dearly bought their loues with bloud Cho. 2. But he in vertue that his Lady serues Newils but what vnto her Honor longs He neuer from the rule of reason swarues He feeleth not the pangs ne raging throngs Of blind Cupid he liues not in despaire As done his seruants neither spends his daies In ioy and care vaine hope and throbbing feare But seekes alway what may his soueraine please In honor he that thus serues reapes the fruite Of his sweet seruice and no ielous dread Nor base suspect of ought to let his sute Which causeth oft the louers hart to bleed Doth fret his mind or burneth in his brest He wayleth not by day nor wakes by night When euery other liuing thing doth rest Nor findes his life or death within her sight Cho. 3. Remember thou in vertue serue therfore Thy chast Lady beware thou do not loue As whilom Venus did the faire Adonne But as Diana lou'd the Amazons sonne Through whose request the gods to him alone Restorde new life the twine that was vndone Was by the sisters twisted vp againe The loue of vertue in thy Ladies lookes The loue of vertue in her learned talke This loue yeelds matter for eternall bookes This loue intiseth him abroad to walke There to inuent and write new rondelaies Of learned conceit her fancies to allure To vaine delights such humors he allaies And sings of vertue and her garments pure Cho. 4. Desire not of thy Soueraigne the thing Whereof shame may ensue by any meane Nor wish thou ought that may dishonor bring So whilom did the learned Tuscan serue His faire Lady and glory was their end Such are the praises Louers done deserue Whose seruice doth to vertue and honor tend Finis Actus 4. Composuit Ch. Hat Actus 5. Scaena 1. Renuchio commeth out of the Pallace Renu. OH cruel fate oh miserable chaunce Oh dire aspect of hateful destinies Oh wo may not be told suffic'd it not That I should see and with these eyes behold So foule so bloody and so base a deede But more to aggrauate the heauie cares Of my perplexed mind must onelie I Must I alone be made the messenger That must deliuer to her Princelie eares Such dismall newes as when I shal disclose I know it cannot but abridge her daies As when the thunderer and three forked fire Rent through the cloudes by Ioues almighty power Breakes vp the bosom of our mother earth And burnes her heart before the heat be felt In this distresse whom should I most bewaile My woe that must be made the messenger Of these vnworthie and vnwelcome newes Or shall I mone thy death O noble Earle Or shal I still lament the heauie hap That yet O Queene attends thy funeral Cho. 1. What mones be these Renuchio is this Salerne I see Doth here king Tancred hold the awful crown Is this the place where ciuill people be Or do the sauage Scythians here abound Cho. 2. What mean these questiōs whether tend thes words Resolue vs maidens release our fears What euer newes thou bring'st discouer them Deteine vs not in this suspicious dread The thought whereof is greater then the woe Renu. O whither may I cast

king Gis. The king the tyrant king Cho. 3. Your father Gis. Yea the murthrer of my loue Ch. 4. His force Gis. the dead fear not the force of mē Ch. 1. His care griefe Gis. That neither car'd for me Nor greeued at the murther of my loue My mind is setled you with these vain words Withhold me but too long from my desire Depart ye to my chamber Cho. We wil hast To tel the king hereof Chorus depart into the Pallace Gis. I will preuent Both you and him Lo here this harty draught The last that in this world I meane to tast Dreadlesse of death mine Earle I drink to thee So now worke on now doth my soul begin To hate this light wherein there is no loue No loue of parents to their children No loue of Princes to their Subiects true No loue of Ladies to their dearest loues Now passe I to the pleasant land of loue Where heauenly loue immortall flourisheth The Gods abhorre the company of men Hel is on earth yea hel it selfe is heauen Compar'd with earth I cal to witnes Heauen said I no but hel record I call And thou sterne Goddesse of reuenging wrongs Witnesse with me I die for his pure loue That liued mine Shee lieth down and couereth her face with her haire Tancred in hast commeth out of his pallace with Iulio Scaena 3 Tan WHere is my daughter Iul Behold here wofull king Tan Aime break hart thou fly foorth my soul What doth my daughter Gis take it so What hast thou done oh let me see thine eyes Oh let me dresse vp those vntrimmed locks Looke vp sweet child look vp mine only ioy T is I thy father that beseecheth thee Reare vp thy body straine thy dying voice To speake to him sweet Gismund speake to me Gis. Who staies my soul who thus disquiets me Tan. T is I thy father ah behold my teares Like pearled deaw that trickle down my cheekes To wash my siluer haires Gis. Oh father king Forbeare your teares your plaint wil not auaile Tan. Oh my sweetheart hast thou receau'd thy life From me and wilt thou to requite the same Yeeld me my death yea death and greater greefe To see thee die for him that did defame Thine honor thus my kingdome and thy name Gis. Yea therfore father gaue ye life to me That I should die and now my date is done As for your kingdome and mine own renowne Which you affirme dishonoured to be That fault impute it where it is for he That slew mine Earle and sent his heart to me His hands haue brought this shame and griefe on vs But father yet if anie sparke remaine Of your deare loue if euer yet I could So much deserue or at your hands desire Grant that I may obtaine this last request Tans. Saie louely child saie on what ere it be Thy father grants it willingly to thee Cis. My life I craue not for it is not now In you to giue nor in my selfe to saue Nor craue I mercie for mine Earle and me Who hath bin slaine with too much crueltie With patience I must awhile abide Within this life which now will not be long But this is my request Father I praie That since it pleased so your maiestie I should inioy my loue aliue no more Yet neretheles let vs not parted be Whom cruell death could neuer separate But as we liude and dide together here So let our bodies be together tombde Let him with me and I with him be laid Within one shrine where euer you appoint This if you grant me as I trust you will Although I liue not to requite this grace Th' immortall Gods due recompence shall giue To you for this and so vaine world farewel My speech is painefull and mine eie-sight failes Tanc. My daughter dies see how the bitter pangs Of tyrannous death torments her princely heart She lookes on me at me she shakes her head For me she grones by me my daughter dies I I the author of this Tragedie On me on me yee heauens know downe your 〈◊〉 Now dies my daughter princely with 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Oh faire in life thrice fairer in thy death Deare to thy father in thy life thou wert But in thy death dearest vnto his heart I kisse thy paled cheekes and close thine eies This duetie once I promist to my selfe Thou shouldst performe to me but ah false hope Now ruthful wretched king what resteth thee Wilt thou now liue wasted with miserie Wilt thou now liue that with these eies didst see Thy daughter dead wilt thou now liue to see Her funerals that of thy life was stay Wilt thou now liue that wast her liues decay Shal not this hand reach to this heart the stroke Mine armes are not so weake nor are my limmes So feebled with mine age nor is my heart So daunted with the dread of cowardice But I can wreake due vengeance on that head That wrought the means these louers now be dead Iulio come neare and lay thine own right hand Vpon my thigh now take thine oath of me Iul. I sweare to thee my liege Lord to discharge What euer thou enioynest Iulio Tan. First then I charge thee that my daughter haue Her last request thou shalt within one tombe Interre her Earle and her and thereupon Engraue some Royall Epitaph of love That done I swear thee thou shalt take my corps Which thou shalt find by that time done to death And lay my bodie by my daughters side Sweare this sweare this I say Iul. I sweare But will the king do so vnkingly now Tan. A kingly deed the king resolues to doe Iul. To kil himselfe Tan. To send his soule to ease Iul Doth Ioue command it Tan. Our stars cōpell it Iul. The wiseman ouerrules his stars Tan. So we Iul Vndaunted should the minds of kings indure Tan. So shal it in this resolution Iulio forbeare and as thou louest the king When thou shalt see him weltring in his gore Stretching his limmes and gasping in his grones Then Iulio set to thy helping hand Redouble stroke on stroke and driue the stab Down deeper to his heart to rid his soule Now stand aside stir not a foote least thou Make vp the fourth to fill this Tragedie These eyes that first beheld my daughters shame These eyes that longed for the ruthful sight Of her Earles heart these eyes that now haue seene His death her woe and her auenging teene Vpon these eyes we must be first auenged Vnworthy lamps of this accursed lump Out of your dwellings so it fits vs thus In bloud and blindnes to goe seeke the path That leadeth down to euerlasting night Why frighst thou dastard be thou desperate One mischiefe brings another on his neck As mighty billowes tumble in the seas Now daughter seest thou not how I amerce My wrath that thus bereft thee of thy loue Vpon my head now fathers learn by me Be wise be warnde to vse more tenderly The iewels of your ioyes Daughter

departed Afterward bewailing his mishap be commanded the Earle to be attached imprisoned strangled vnbowelled and his heart in a cup of golde to be presented to his daughter she thankefully receiueth the present filling the cuppe wherein the heart was with her teares with a vonimcus potion by her distilled for that purpose shee dranke to her Earle Which her father hearing of came too late to comfort his dying daughter who for her last request besought him that her louer and her selfe might in one tombe be together buried for a perpetuall memorie of their faithfull loues which request he graunted adding to the buriall himselfe slaine with his owne hands to his owne reproch and the terror of all other hard hearted fathers Actus 1. Scaena 1. Cupid commeth out of the heauens in a cradle of flowers drawing forth vpon the stage in a blew twiste of silke from his left hand Vaine hope Brittle ioy And with a carnation twist of silke from his right hand Faire resemblance Late Repentance Cupid There rest my chariot on the mountaine tops I that in shape appeare vnto your sight A naked boy not cloathde but with my wings Am that great God of Loue who with his might Ruleth the wast wide world and liuing things This left hand beares vaine hope short ioyfull state With faire Resemblance louers to allure This right hand holds Repentance all too late Warre fire bloud and paines without recure On sweete Ambrosia is not my foode Nectar is not my drinke as to the rest Of all the Gods I drinke the louers bloud And feed vpon the heart within his breast Well hath my power in heauen and earth bin tride And deepest hell my pearcing force hath knowen The marble seas my wonders haue descride Which elder age throghout the world hath blowen To me the king of Gods and men doth yeeld As witnes can the Greekish maide whom I Made like a cow go lowing through the field Least iealous Iuno should the scape espie The doubled night the Sunnes restrained course His secret stealths the slander to eschew In shape transformd we list not to discourse All that and more we forced him to do The warlike Mars hath not subdude our might We feard him not his furie nor disdaine That can the Gods record before whose sight He laie fast wrapt in Vulcans subtill chaine He that on earth yet hath not felt our power Let him behold the fall and cruell spoile Of thee faire Troy of Asia the flower So foule defast and leueld with the soile Who forst Leander with his naked brest So many nights to cut the frothie waues But Heroes loue that lay inclosde in Sest The stoutest hearts to me shall yeeld them slaues Who could haue matcht the huge Alcides strength Great Macedon what force might haue subdude Wise Scipio who ouercame at length But we that are with greater force endude Who could haue conquered the golden fleece But Iason aided by Medeas art Who durst haue stolne faire Helen out of Greece But I with loue that boldned Paris heart What bond of nature what restraint auailes Against our power I vouch to witnes truth The Myrhe tree that with shamefast teares bewailes Her fathers loue still weepeth yet for ruth But now this world not seeing in these daies Such present proofes of our al-daring power Disdaines our name and seeketh sundrie waies To scorne and scoffe and shame vs euerie houre A brat a bastard and an idle boy A rod a staffe a whip to beate him out And to be sicke of loue a childish toy These are mine honors now the world about My name disgrast to raise againe therefore And in this age mine ancient renowme By mightie acts intending to restore Downe to the earth in wrath now am I come And in this place such wonders shall ye heare As these your stubborne and disdainfull hearts In melting teares and humble yeelding feare Shall soone relent by sight of others smarts This princely pallace will I enter in And there inflame the faire Gismunda so Inraging all her secret vaines within Through firie loue that she shall feele much wo Too late repentance thou shalt bend my bow Vaine hope take out my pale dead heauie shaft Thou faire Resemblance formost forth shalt go With Brittle joy my selfe will not be least But after me comes death and deadly paine Thus shall ye march till we returne againe Meane while sit still and here I shall you shew Such wonders that at last with one accord Ye shall relent and saie that now ye know Loue rules the world Loue is a mightie Lord Exit Cupid with his traine entereth into King Tancreds Pallace Gismunda in Purple commeth out of her Chamber attended by foure maides that are the Chorus Scaena 2. Gismund O Vaine vnsteadfast state of mortall things Who trusts this world leans to a brittle stay Such fickle fruit his flattering bloome forth brings Ere it be ripe it falleth to decay The ioy and blisse that late I did possesse In weale at will with one I loued best Is turned now into so deepe distresse As teacheth me to know the worlds vnrest For neither wit nor princely stomackes serue Against his force that slaies without respect The noble and the wretch ne doth reserue So much as one for worthines elect Ah me deare Lord what well of teares may serue To feed the streames of my foredulled eies To weepe thy death as thy death doth deserue And waile thy want in full sufficing wise Ye lampes of heauen and all ye heauenly powers Wherein did he procure your high disdaine He neuer sought with vast huge mounting towers To reach aloft and ouer-view your raigne Or what offence of mine was it vnwares That thus your furie should on me be throwen To plague a woman with such endles cares I feare that enuie hath the heauens this showen The Sunne his glorious vertues did disdaine Mars at his manhood mightily repind Yea all the Gods no longer could sustaine Each one to be excelled in his kind For he my Lord surpast them euerie one Such was his honor all the world throughout But now my loue oh whither art thou gone I know thy ghost doth houer here about Expecting me thy heart to follow thee And I deare loue would faine dissolue this strife But staie a while I may perhaps foresee Some meanes to be disburdend of this life And to discharge the dutie of a wife Which is not onely in this life to loue But after death her fancie not remoue Meane while accept of these our daily rites Which with my maidens I shall do to thee Which is in songs to cheere our dying spirits With hymnes of praises of thy memorie Cantant Qua mihi cantio nondum occurrit The Song ended Tancred the King commeth out of his pallace with his guard Scaena 3. Tancred Faire daughter I haue sought thee out with griefe To ease the sorrowes of thy vexed heart How long wilt thou torment