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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

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