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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

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

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

thy father thus Who daily dies to see thy needles teares Such bootlesse plaints that know nor meane nor end To but increase the flouds of thy lament And since the world knowes wel there was no want In thee of ought that did to him belong Yet all thou seest could not his life prolong Why thē doest thou prouoke the heauens to wrath His doome of death was dated by his starres And who is he that may withstand his fate By these complaintes small good to him thou doest Much griefe to me most hurt vnto thy selfe And vnto Nature greatest wrong of all Gis. Tell me not of the date of natures daies Then in the Aprill of her springing age No no it was my cruell destinie That spited at the pleasance of my life Tanc. My daughter knowes the proofe of natures course For as the heauens do guide the lamp of life So can they search no further forth the flame Then whilst with oyle they do maintain the same Gis. Curst be the starres and vanish may they curst Or fall from heauen that in the dire aspect Abridgde the health and welfare of my loue Tanc. Gismund my ioy set all these griefes apart The more thou art with hard mishap beset The more thy patience should procure thine ease Gis. What hope of hap may cheere my haples chance What sighs what teares may counteruail my cares What should I do but still his death bewaile That was the solace of my life and soule Now now I want the wonted guide and stay Of my desires and of my wreaklesse thoughts My Lord my loue my life my liking gone In whome was all the fulnes of my ioy To whom I gaue the first fruites of my loue Who with the comfort of his onely sight All cares and sorrowes could from me remoue But father now my ioyes forepast to tel Doe but reuiue the horrors of my hell As she that seemes in darkenes to behold The gladsome pleasures of the chearefull light Tanc. What then auailes thee fruitlesse thus to rue His absence whom the heauens cannot returne Impartiall death thy husband did subdue Yet hath he spar'd thy kingly fathers life Who during life to thee a double stay As father and as husband will remaine With doubled loue to ease thy widowes want Of him whose want is cause of thy complaint Forbeare thou therefore al these needlesse teares That nippe the blossoms of thy beauties pride Gis. Father these teares loue chalengeth of due Tan. But reason saith thou shoulds the same subdue Gis. His funerals are yet before my sight Tan. In endles mones Princes should not delight Gis. The turtle pines in losse of her true mate Tan. And so continues poore and desolate Gis. Who can forget a Iewell of such price Tanc. She that hath learnd to master her desires Let reason worke that time doth easilie frame In meanest wittes to beare the greatest illes Gis. So plenteous are the springs Of sorrowes that increase my passions As neither reason can recure my smart Nor can your care nor fatherly comfort Appease the stormie combats of my thoughts Such is the sweet remembrance of his life Then geue me leaue of pittie pittie me And as I can I shall allay these greefes Tan. These solitarie walkes thou doest frequent Yeeld fresh occasions to thy secrete mones We wil therefore thou keep vs companie Leauing thy maidens with their harmonie Wend thou with vs virgins withdraw your selues Tan. and Gis. with the Gard depart into the pallace the four maydens stay behind as Chorus to the Tragedie Chor. 1. The diuers haps which alwayes worke our care Our ioyes so farre our woes so neere at hand Haue long ere this and dayly doe declare The fickle foot on which our state doeth stand Who plants his pleasures here to gather roote And hopes his happy life wil still endure Let him behold how death with stealing foote Steps in when he shall thinke his ioyes most sure No ransome serueth to redeem our daies If prowes could preserue or worthy deedes He had yet liu'd whose twelue labours displayes His enddlesse fame and yet his honor spreades And that great king that with so small a power Bereft the mightie Persian his crowne Doeth witnesse well our life is but a flower Though it be deckt with honor and renowme Chor. 2 What growes to day in fauor of the heauen Nurst with the sun and with the showers sweete Pluckt with the hand it withereth ere euen So passe our daies euen as the riuers fleete The valiant Greekes that vnto Troya gaue The tenne yeeres siege left but their names behind And he that did so long and onelie saue His fathers walles found there at last his end Proud Rome herselfe that whilome laid her yoke On the wide world and vanquisht all with warre Yet could she not remoue the fatall stroke Of death from them that stretcht her power so farre Chor. 3 Looke what the cruell sisters once decreed The thunderer himselfe cannot remoue They are the Ladies of our destinie To worke beneath what is conspirde aboue But happie he that ends this mortall life By speedie death who is not forst to see The many cares nor feele the sundrie griefes Which we sustaine in wo and miserie Heere Fortune rules who when she list to play Whirleth her wheele and brings the high full low To morow takes what she hath giuen to daie To shew she can aduance and ouer throw Not Euripus vnquiet floud so oft Ebs in a daie and floweth too and fro As Fortunes change pluckes downe that was aloft And mingleth ioy with enterchange of wo Chor. 4 Who liues below and feeleth not the strokes Which often times on highest towers do fall Nor blustering winds wherwith the strongest okes Are rent and torne his life is surest of all For he may scorne Fortune that hath no power On him that is well pleasd with his estate He seeketh not her sweets nor feares her sower But liues contented in his quiet rate And marking how these worldly things do wade Reioyceth to himselfe and laughs to see The folly of men that in their wits haue made Fortune a goddesse placed in the skie Finis Actus 1. Exegit Rod Staf Actus 2. Scaena 1. Gismund DEare Aunt my sole companion in distresse And true copartner of my thoughtfull cares When with my selfe I way my present state Comparing it with my forepassed daies New heapes of cares afresh beginne t' assay My pensiue heart as when the glittering raies Of bright Phoebus are sodainely ore-spred With duskie clouds that dim his golden light Namely when I laid in my widowes bed Amid the silence of the quiet night With curious thought the fleeting course obserue Of gladsome youth how soone his flower decaies How time once past may neuer haue recourse No more then may the running streames reuert To climbe the hilles when they bin rowled down The hollow vales there is no curious art nor worldlie power no not the gods can

hold The sway of flying time nor him returne When he is past all things vnto his might Must bend and yeeld vnto the Iron teeth Of eating time this in the shedy night When I record how soone my youth withdrawes It selfe away how swift my pleasaunt spring Runnes out his race this this Aunt is the cause When I aduise me sadlie on this thing That makes my heart in pensiue dumps dismaid For if I should my springing yeares neglect And suffer youth fruitles to fade away Whereto liue I or whereto was I borne Wherefore hath nature deckt me with her grace Why haue I tasted the delights of loue And felt the sweets of Hymeneus bed But to say sooth deare Aunt it is not I Sole and alone can thus content to spend My chearefull yeares my father will not still Prolong my mournings which haue grieued him And pleased me too long Then this I craue To be resolued of his princelie minde For stoode it with the pleasure of his will To marrie me my fortune is not such So hard that I so long should still persist Makelesse alone in wofull widowhood And shall I tell mine Aunt come hether then Geue me that hand by thine owne right hand I charge thy heart my councels to conceale Late haue I seene and seeing tooke delight And with delight I will not say I loue A Prince an Earle a Countie in the Court But loue and duetie force me to refraine And driue away these fond affections Submitting them vnto my fathers hest But this good Aunt this is my chiefest paine Because I stand at such vncertaine stay For if my kinglie father would decree His finall doome that I must leade my life Such as I doe I would content me then To frame my fancies to his princely heast And as I might endure the greefe thereof But now his silence doubleth all my doubts Whilest my suspitious thoughts twixt hope feare Distract me into sundrie passions Therefore good Aunt this labour must be yours To vnderstand my fathers will herein For wel I know your wisdome knowes the meanes So shall you both allay my stormie thoughts And bring to quiet my vnquiet mind Luc. Sufficeth this good Neece that you haue said For I perceiue what sundrie passions Striue in your brest which oftentimes ere this Your countenance confused did bewray The ground whereof since I perceiue to grow On iust respect of this your sole estate And skilfull care of fleeting youths decay Your wise foresight such sorrowing to eschew I much commend and promise as I may To breake this matter and impart your mind Vnto your father and to worke it so As both your honor shal not be impeacht Nor he vnsatisfied of your desire Be you no farther greeued but returne Into your chamber I shall take this charge And you shall shortlie truely vnderstand What I haue wrought and what the king affirmes I leaue you to the fortune of my starres Gis. departeth into her chamber Luc. abiding on the stage Luc. The heauens I hope will favour your request My Neece shall not impute the cause to be In my default her will should want effect But in the king is all my doubt least he My suite for her new mariage should reiect Yet shall I proue him and I heard it said He meanes this euening in the parke to hunt Here will I wait attending his approach Tancred commeth out of his Pallace with Guiszard the Countie Palurine Iulio the Lord Chamber laine Renuchio captaine of his Guard allready to hunt Scaena 2. Tancred VNcouple all our hounds Lords to the chase Faire sister Lucre what 's the newes with you Luc. Sir as I alwaies haue imployd my power And faithfull seruice such as lay in me In my best wise to honour you and yours So now my bounden dutie moueth me Your maiestie most humblie to intreat With patient eares to vnderstand the state Of my pore neece your daughter Tanc. what of her Is she not well Inioyes she not her health Say sister ease me of this iealous feare Lucr. She liues my Lord hath her outward helth But all the danger of her sicknes lies In the disquiet of her princelie mind Tan. Resolue me what afflicts my daughter so Lucr. Since when the Princes hath intoumb'd her Lord Her late disseased husband of renowne Brother I see and verie well perceiue She hath not clos'de together in his graue All sparkes of nature kindnes nor of loue But as she liues so liuing may she feele Such passions as our tender hearts oppresse Subiect vnto th impressions of desire Forwell I wot my neece was neuer wrought Of steele nor carued from the stonie rocke Such stearne hardnes we ought not to expect In her whose princelie heart and springing yeares Yet flowring in the chiefest heat of youth Is lead of force to feed on such conceits As easilie befalles that age which asketh ruth Of them whome nature bindeth by foresight Of their graue yeares and carefull loue to reach The things that are aboue their feeble force And for that cause dread Lord although Tanc. Sister I say If you esteeme or ought respect my life Her honor and the welfare of our house Forbeare and wade no further in this speech Your words are wounds I verie well perceiue The purpose of this smooth oration This I suspected when you first began This faire discourse with vs Is this the end Of all our hopes that we haue promised Vnto ourselfe by this her widdowhood Would our deare daughter would our onely ioy Would she forsake vs would she leaue vs now Before she hath closde vp our dying eies And with her teares bewaild our funerall No other solace doth her father craue But whilst the fates maintaine his dying life Her healthfull presence gladsome to his soule Which rather then he willing would for-goe His heart desires the bitter tast of death Her late marriage hath taught vs to our griefe That in the fruits of her perpetuall sight Consists the onely comfort and reliefe Of our vnweldy age for what delight What ioy what comfort haue we in this world Now growen in yeares and ouer-worne with cares Subiect vnto the sodain stroke of death Already falling like the mellowed fruite And dropping by degrees into our graue But what reuiues vs what maintaines our soule Within the prison of our withered brest But our Gismunda and her chearefull sight O daughter daughter what desert of mine Wherein haue I beene so vnkind to thee Thou shouldst desire to make my naked house Yet once againe stand desolate by thee O let such fansies vanish with their thoughts Tell her I am her father whose estate Wealth honor life and all that we possesse Whollie relies vpon her presence here Tell her I must account her all my ioy Worke as she will But yet the were vniust To haste his death that liueth by her fight Lucr. Her gentle hart abhors such ruthles thoughts Tan. Then let her not geue place to

were torne out of his brest Within their hands trembling not fully dead His veines smok'd his bowels all to reeked Ruthlesse were rent and throwen about the place All clottered lay the bloud in lumps of gore Sprent on his corps and on his paled face His trembling heart yet leaping out they tore And cruelly vpon a rapier They fixt the same and in this hateful wise Vnto the king this heart they do present A sight longd for to feede his irefull eies The king perceiuing each thing to be wrought As he had wilde rejoysing to behold Vpon the bloudie sword the pearced heart He calles then for this massie cup of gold Into the which the wofull heart he cast And reaching me the same now go quoth he Vnto my daughter and with speedy hast Present her this and say to her from me Thy father hath here in this cup thee sent That thing to ioy and comfort thee withal Which thou louedst best euen as thou wert content To comfort him with his chiefe ioy of all Cho. O hateful fact O passing crueltie O murder wrought with too much hard despite O hainous deede which no posteritie Wil once beleeue Ren. Thus was Earle Palurin Strangled vnto the death yea after death His heart and bloud disboweled from his brest But what auaileth plaint it is but breath Forewasted all in vaine why do I rest Here in this place why goe I not and doe The hateful message to my charge committed Oh were it not that I am forc'd thereto By a kings will here would I stay my feet Ne one whit farder wade in this intent But I must yeeld me to my Princes hest Yet doth this somewhat comfort mine vnrest I am resolu'd her griefe not to behold But get me gone my message being told Where is the Princesse chamber Cho. Lo where she comes Gismund commeth out of her chamber to whom Renuchio deliuereth his cup saying Scaena 2. THy father O Queen here in this cup hath sent The thing to ioy and comfort thee withall Which thou louedst best euen as thou wast content To comfort him with his chiefe ioy of all Gis. I thanke my father and thee gentle squire For this thy trauell take thou for thy paines This bracelet and commend me to the king Renuchio departeth So now is come the long expected houre The fatall hower I haue so looked for Now hath my father satisfied his thirst With giltlesse bloud which he so coueted What brings this cup ay me I thought no lesse It is mine Earles my Counties pearced heart Deare heart too dearely hast thou bought my loue Extreamely rated at too high a price Ah my sweet heart sweet wast thou in thy life But in thy death thou prouest passing sweet A fitter hearce then this of beaten gold Could not be lotted to so good an heart My father therefore well prouided thus To close and wrap thee vp in massie gold And there withall to send thee vnto me To whom of duety thou doest best belong My father hath in all his life bewraid A princely care and tender loue to me But this surpasseth in his later dayes To send me this mine owne deare heart to me Wert thou not mine dear hart whil'st that my loue Daunced and plaid vpon thy golden strings Art thou not mine deere heart now that my loue Is fled to heauen and got him golden wings Thou art mine owne and stil mine own shalt be Therfore my father sendeth thee to me Ah pleasant harborough of my hearts thought Ah sweete delight the quickner of my soule Seuen times accursed be the hand that wrought Thee this despight to mangle thee so foule Yet in this wound I see mine owne true loue And in this wound thy magnanimitie And in this wound I see thy constancie Goe gentle heart go rest thee in thy tombe Receaue this token at thy last farewell She kisseth it Thine owne true heart anon will follow thee Which panting hasteth for thy companie Thus hast thou run poore heart thy mortall race And rid thy life from fickle fortunes snares Thus hast thou lost this world and worldly cares And of thy foe to honour thee withall Receau'd a golden graue to thy desert Nothing doth want to thy iust funerall But my salt teares to wash thy bloudy wound Which to the end thou mightst receaue behold My father sends thee in this cup of gold And thou shalt haue them though I was resolu'd To shed no teares but with a chearefull face Once did I think to wet thy funerall Only with bloud and with no weeping eye This done foorthwith my soule shal fly to thee For therfore did my father send thee me Ah my pure heart with sweeter companie Or more content how safer may I proue To passe to places all vnknowen with thee Why die I not therfore why doe I stay Why doe I not this wofull life forgoe And with these hands enforce this breath away What meanes this gorgeous glittering head attir How ill beseeme these billaments of gold Thy mournfull widdowhood away with them So let thy tresses flaring in the winde She vndresseth her haire Vntrimmed hang about thy bared necke Now hellish furies set my heart on fire Bolden my courage strengthen ye my hands Against their kind to do a kindly deed But shall I then vnwreaken downe descend Shall I not worke some iust reuenge on him That thus hath slain my loue shall not these hands Fire his gates and make the flame to climbe Vp to the pinnacles with burning brands And on his cynders wreake my cruell teene Be still fond girle content thee first to die This venomd water shall abridge thy life she taketh a violl of poyson out of her pocket This for the same intent prouided I Which can both ease and end this raging strife Thy father by thy death shall haue more woe Then fire or flames within his gates can bring Content thee then in patience hence to go Thy death his bloud shall wreake vpon the king Now not alone a griefe to die alone The onely myrror of extreame anoy But not alone thou diest my loue for I Will be copartner of thy destinie Be merrie then my soule canst thou refuse To die with him that death for thee did choose Chor. 1. What damned furie hath possest our Queen Why sit we still beholding her distresse Madame forbeare suppresse this headstrong rage Gis. Maidens forbeare your comfortable wordes Cho. 2. O worthy Queene rashnes doth ouerthrowe The author of his resolution Gis. Where hope of help is lost what booteth feare Cho. 3. Feare wil auoyd the sting of infamie Gis. May good or bad reports delight the dead Cho. 4. If of the liuing yet the dead haue care Gis. An easie griefe by councel may be cur'd Cho. 1. But hedstrong mischiefs princes should auoid Gis. In headlong griefes and cases desperate Cho 2. Cal to your mind Gis you are the Queene Gis Vnhappy widow wife and paramour Cho. 3. Think on the