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
noble Portugall Renowmd and honourd euer maist thou bee Triumpher ouer those that menace thee The hellish prince grim Pluto with his mace Ding downe my soule to hel and with this soule This sonne of mine the honor of my house But I performe religiously to thee That I haue holyly earst vndertane And that thy Lords and Captaines may perceiue My minde in this single and pure to be As pure as is the water of the brooke My dearest sonne to thee I doo ingage Receiue him Lord in hostage of my vow For euen my minde presageth to my selfe That in some slauish sort I shall beholde Him dragde along this running riuer shore A spectacle to dant the pride of those That climbe aloft by force and not by right The Moores sonne Nor can it otherwise befall the man That keeps his seate and scepter all in feare That weares his crowne in eie of all the world Reputed theft and not inheritance What title then hath Abdilmelec here To barre our father or his progenie Right roiall prince hereof you make no doubt Agreeing with your wholsome christian lawes Helpe then couragious Lord with hand and sword To cleere his waie whose lets are lawlesse men And for this deede ye all shall be renowmd Renowmd and chronicled in bookes of fame In bookes of fame and caracters of brasse Of brasse may beaten golde fight then for fame And finde the Arabian Muly Hamet here Aduenturous bold and full of rich reward Stuk. Braue boy how plaine this princely mind in thee Argues the height and honor of thy birth And well haue I obseru'd thy forwardnes Which being tendred by your maiestie No doubt the quarrell opened by the mouth Of this yong prince vnpartially to vs May animate and hearten all the hoast To fight against the deuill for Lord Mahamet Sebast. True Stukley and so freshly to my minde Hath this yong prince redus'd his fathers wrong That in good time I hope this honors fire Kindled alreadie with regard of right Bursts into open flames and cals for warres Warres warres to plant the true succeeding prince Lord Mahamet I take thy noble sonne A pledge of honor and shal vse him so Lord Lodowicke and my good Lord of Auero See this yong prince conuaide safe to Messegon And there accompanide as him fitteth best And to this warre prepare ye more and lesse This rightfull warre that Christians God will blesse Exeunt Actus 4. The presenter speaketh Now hardned is this haplesse heathen prince And strengthned by the armes of Portugall This Moore this murtherer of his progenie And warre and weapons now and bloud and death Wait on the counsels of this cursed king And to a bloudie banket he inuites The braue Sebastian and his noble peeres Enter to the bloudie banket In fatall houre ariu'd this peerelesse prince To loose his life his life and many liues Of lustie men couragious Portugals Drawen by ambitious golden lookes Let fame of him no wrongfull censure sound Honour was obiect of his thoughtes ambition was his ground Exit Enter Abdelmelec and his traine Abdilm. Now tell mee Celybin what doeth the enemie Celybin. The enemie dread lord hath left the towne Of Areil with a thousand souldiers armde To gard his fleet of thirteene hundred saile And mustering of his men before the wals He found he had two thousand armed horse And foureteene thousand men that serue on foot Three thousand pioners and a thousand cochmen Besides a number almost numberlesse Of drudges Negroes slaues and Muliters Horse-boies landresses and curtizans And fifteene hundred waggons full of stuffe For noble men brought vp in delicate Abdil. Alas good king thy fore-sight hath bin small To come with women into Barbarie With landresse with baggage and with trash Numbers vnfit to multiplie thy hoast Cely. Their paiment in the campe is passing slow And victuals scarce that many faint and die Abdilm. But whether marcheth he in all this hast Cely. Some thinkes he marcheth hetherward And meanes to take this citie of Alcazar Abdil. Vnto Alcazar O vnconstant chance Cely. The braue and valiant king of Portugall Quarters his power in foure batalians A-front the which to welcome vs withall Are sixe and thirtie roaring peeces plast The first consisting of light armed horse And of the garisons from Tangar brought Is lead by Aluaro Peres de Tauero The left or middle battell of Italians And Germane horse-men Stukley doth command A warlike Englishman sent by the pope That vainly cals himselfe Marques of Ireland Alonjo Aquilaz conducts the third That wing of Germaine souldiers most consists The fourth legion is none but Portugals Of whom Lodeuico Caesar hath the chiefest charge Besides there stand sixe thousand horse Brauely attirde prest where need requires Thus haue I tolde your roiall maiestie How he is plac'd to braue his fight Abdil. But where 's our nephew Muly Mahamet Cely He marcheth in the middle garded about With full fiue hundred hargubuze on foote And twice three thousand needlesse armed pikes Zareo. Great soueraigne vouchsafe to heare me speak And let Zareos counsell now preuaile Whilst time doth serue and that these Christians dare Approch the field with warlike Ensignes spread Let vs in hast with all our forces meete And hemme them in that not a man escape So will they be aduisde another time How they doo touch the shore of Barbarie Abdilm. Zareo heare our resolution And thus our forces we will first dispose Hamet my brother with a thousand shot On horse-backe and choice harguebuziers all Hauing ten thousand with speare and shield Shall make the right wing of the battell vp Zareo you shall haue in charge the left Two thousand argolets and ten thousand horse The maine battell of harguebuze on foot And twentie thousand horse-men in their troupes My selfe inuirond with my trustie' gard Of Ianizaries fortunate in warre And toward Arzil will we take our waie If then our enemie will balke our force In Gods name let him it will be his best But if he leuell at Alcazar wals Then beate him backe with bullets as thicke as haile And make him know and rue his ouersight That rashly seekes the ruine of this land Exeunt Enter Sebastian king of Portugall the Duke of Auero Stukley and others Sebast. Why tell me Lords why left ye Portugall And crost the seas with vs to Barbarie Was it to see the countrie and no more Or else to slay before ye were assaild I am ashamd to thinke that such as you Whose deeds haue bin renowmed heretofore Should slacke in such an act of consequence We come to fight and fighting vow to die Or else to win the thing for which we came Because Abdilmelec as pittying vs Sends messages to counsell quietnes You stand amaz'd and thinke it sound aduise As if our enemie would wish vs anie good No let him know we scorne his curtesie And will resist his forces what so ere Cast feare aside my selfe will leade the way And make a passage with my conquering sword
Alcazar and ye townes of Barbarie Now hast thou sit as in a trance and seene To thy soules ioy and honor of thy house The trophes and the triumphs of thy men Great Abdilmelec and the God of kings Hath made thy warre succesfull by thy right His friends whom death and fates hath tane from thee Lo this was he that was the peoples pride And cheerfull Sun-shine to his subiects all Now haue him hence that roially he may Be buried and imbalmd as is meete Zareo haue you thorough the campe proclaimd As earst we gaue in charge Zareo. We haue my Lorde and rich rewardes proposde For them that finde the bodie of the king For by those gard that had him in their charge We vnderstand that he was done to death And for his search two prisoners Portugals Are set at large to finde their roiall king Muly Mah. But of the traitrous Moore you heare no newes That fled the field and sought to swim the foord Zareo. Not yet my Lord but doubtlesse God wil tell And with his finger point out where he hants Muly Mah. So let it rest and on this earth bestow This princely coarse till further for his funerals We prouide Zareo. From him to thee as true succeeding prince With all allegeance and with honors tipes In name of all thy people and thy land We giue this kingly crowne and diademe Muly. We thanke you all and as my lawfull right With Gods defence and yours shall I keepe Enter two Portugals with the bodie of the king Port. As gaue your grace in charge right roiall prince The fields and sandie plaines we haue suruaide And euen among the thickest of his Lords The noble king of Portugall we found Wrapt in his coulours coldly on the earth And done to death with many a mortall wound Mah. Lo here my Lords this is the earth and claie Of him that earst was mightie king of Portugall There let him lie and you for this be free To make returne from hence to christendome Enter two bringing in the Moore One Long liue the mightie king of Barbary Mah. Welcome my friend what bodie hast thou there One The bodie of the ambitious enemie That squandred all this bloud in Affrica Whose mallice sent so many soules to hell The traitor Muly Mahamet doo I bring And for thy slaue I throw him at thy feet Mah. Zareo giue this man a rich reward And thanked be the God of iust reuenge That he hath giuen our foe into our hands Beastly vnarmed slauish full of shame But saie how came this traitor to his end One Seeking to saue his life by shamefull flight He mounteth on a hot Barbarian horse And so in purpose to haue past the streame His headstrong stead throwes him from out his seate Where diuing oft for lacke of skill to swim It was my chance alone to see him drownd Whom by the heeles I dragd from out the poole And hether haue him brought thus filde with mud Mah. A death too good for such a damned wretch But sith our rage and rigor of reuenge By violence of his end preuented is That all the world may learne by him to auoide To hall on princes to iniurious warre His skin we will be parted from his flesh And being stifned out and stuft with strawe So to deterre and feare the lookers on From anie such soule fact or bad attempt Awaie with him And now my Lords for this christian king My Lord Zareo let it be your charge To see the souldiers tread a solempne march Trailing their pikes and Ensignes on the ground So to performe the princes funeralls Here endeth the tragicall battell of Alcazar