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A10041	A lamentable tragedy mixed ful of pleasant mirth, conteyning the life of Cambises king of Percia from the beginning of his kingdome vnto his death, his one good deed of execution, after that many wicked deeds and tirannous murders, committed by and through him, and last of all, his odious death by Gods iustice appointed. Doon in such order as foloweth. By Thomas Preston. The diuision of the partes. ...; Cambyses, King of Persia	Preston, Thomas, 1537-1598.	1570 (1570)	STC 20287; ESTC S110547	28,186	46

meane to waste king Exeunt they three My Lord before my grace go call Otian this Iudges Sonne And he shall heare and also sée what his father hath doon The Father he shall suffer death the Sonne his roume succéed And if that he no better prooue so likewise shall he spéed Praxaspes As your grace hath cōmaundment giuen I meane for to fulfil King. step aside fetch him Accursed Judge couldst thou consent to doo this cursed il According vnto thy dentaund thou shalt for this thy gilt Receiue thy death before mine eyes thy blood it shal be spilt Praxaspes Beholde O King Sisamnes Sonne before you dooth appéere king Otian this is my minde therfore to me come néer Thy father heer for Iudgmēt wrong procured hath his death And thou his sonne shalt him succéed whē he hath lost his breth And if that thou doost once offend as thou séest thy father haue In likewise thou shalt suffer death no mercy shall thée saue Otian O mightie King vouchsafe your grace my father to remit Forgiue his fault his pardon I doo aske of your as yet Alas although my father hath your Princely hart offended Amends for misse he wil now make ▪ faults shal be amended In sted of his requested life pleaseth your grace take mine This offer I as tender Childe so duty dooth me binde king Doo not intreat my grace no more for he shall dye the death Where is the Execution man him to bercaue of breath Execution Enter Execution At hand and if it like your grace my duty to dispatch In hope that I when déed is doon a good rewarde shall catch King. Dispatch w swoord this Iudges life extinguish fear and cares So doon draw thou his cursed skin strait ouer bothe his eares I wil sée the office doon and that before mine eyes Execution To doo the thing my king commaunds I giue the enterprise Sisamnes Otian my sonne the king to death by law hath me condemned And you in roume and office mine his graces wil hath placed Vse Iustice therfore in this case and yéeld vnto no wrong Lest thou doo purchase the like death or euer it be long Otian O father déer these words to hear that you must dye by force Bedewes my chéeks w stilled teares the King hath no remorce the gréeudꝰ gréefꝭ strained sighes my hart doth breke in twain And I deplore moste woful childe that I should sée you slain O false and fickle frowning Danie that turneth as the winde Is this the ioy in fathers age thou me assignest to finde O dole ful day vnhappy houre that loouing childe should sée His Father déer before his face thus put to death should bée Yet Father giue me blessing thine and let me once imbrace Thy comely corps in foulded armes kisse thy ancient face Sisamnes O childe thou makes mine eyes to run as riuers doo by streme My leaue I take of thee my Sonne beware of this my beame king Dispatch euen now thou man of death no longer séeme to stay Execution Come M. Sisamnes came on your way my office I must pay Forgiue therfore my déed Sisamnes I doo forgiue it thée my fréend dispatch therfore with spéed smite him in the neck with a swoord to signify his death Praxaspes Beholde O king how he dooth bléed béeing of life bereft King. In this wise he shall not yet be left Pul his skin ouer his eares to make his death more vile A wretch he was a cruel théef my commons to begile Flea him with a false skin Otian What childe is he of natures mould could bide the same to sée His Father fleaed in this wise Oh how it gréeueth me King. Otian thou séest thy father dead and thou art in his roume if thou béest proud as be hath béen euen therto shalt thou come Otian O King to me this is a glasse with gréef in it I view Example that vnto your grace I doo not prooue vntrue Praxaspes Otian conuay your Father hence to Tomb where be shall lye Otian And if it please your Lordship if shall be doon by and by Good Execution man for néed help me with him away Execution I will fulfil as you to me did say They take him away King. My Lord now that my grace hath séen that finisht is this déed To question mine giue tentiue eare answere make w speed Haue not I doon a gratious déed to redresse my commons wo Praxaspes Yea truely if it please your grace ye haue indéed doon so But now O King in fréendly wise I councel you in this Certain vices for to leaue that in you placed is The vise of drunkennes Oh king which dooth you sore infect With other great abuses which I wish you to detect King. Peace my Lord what néedeth this of this I wil not hear To Pallaice now I wil return and there to make good chéer God Baccus he bestowes his giftꝭ we haue good store of wine And also that the Ladyes be both passing braue and fine But stay I sée a Lord now come and eke a valiant knight What newes my Lord to sée you héer my hart it dooth delight ¶ Enter Lord and Knight to meet the King. Lord. Nonewes O king but of duty come to wait vpon your grace King. I thank you my Lord loouing knight I pray ye with me trace My Lords and Knight I pray ye tel I wil not be offended Am I worthy of any crime once to be reprehended Praxaspes The Persians much praise your grace but one thing discōmēd In that to Wine subiect you be wherin you doo offend Sith that the might of wines effect dooth oft subdue your brain My councel is to please their harts from it you would refrain Lord. No no my Lord it is not so for this of Prince they tel For vertuous proof and Princely facts Cirus he dooth excel By that his grace by conquest great the Egiptians did cōuince Of him reporte abrode dooth passe tobe a worthy Prince knight In persō of Cresus I answer make we may not his grace compare in whole respect for to be like Cirus the kings father In so much your grace hath yet no childe as Cirus left behinde Euen you I meane Cambises king in whome I fauour finde King Cresus said wel in saying so but Praxaspes tel me why That to my mouth in such a sort thou should auouch a lye Of drunkennes me thus to charge but thou with spéed shalt sée Whether that I a sober King or els a drunkard bée I knowe thou haste a blisful babe wherin thou doost delight Me to reuenge of these thy woords I wil go wreke this spight When I the moste haue tasted wine my Bowe it shal be bent At hart of him euen then to shoot is now my whole intent And if that I his hart can hit the King no drunkard is It hart of his I doo not kil I yéeld to thée in this Therfore Praxaspes fetch to me thy yungest sonne

with spéed There is no way I tel thee plain but I wil doo this déed Praxaspes Redouted Prince spare my sweet Childe he is mine only ioy I trust your grace to Infants hart no such thing wil imploy If that his mother hear of this she is so nigh her flight In clay her corps wil soon be shrinde to passe frō worlds delight King. No more adoo go fetch me him it shal be as I say And if that I doo speak the woord how dare ye once say nay Praxaspes I wil go fetch him to your grace but so I trust it shall not be king For feare of my displeasure great go fetch him vnto me Is he gone now by the Gods I wil doo as I say My Lord therfore fil me some wine I hartely you pray For I must drink to make my brain somwhat intoxicate When that the wine is in my hed oh trimly I can prate Lord. Héere is the cup with filled wine therof to take repaste King. Giue it me to drink it of and sée no wine be waste Drink Once again in large this Cup for I must taste it stil Drink By the Gods I think of pleasant wine I cannot take my fil Now drink is in giue me my bowe and arrowes frō sir Knight At hart of Childe I meane to shoot hoping to cleue it right knight Beholde O King wher he dooth come his infant yung in hand Praxaspes O mightie King your grace behest with sorow I haue scand And brought my Childe fro mothers knée before you to appeer And she therof no whit dooth knowe that he in place is héer king Set him vp my mark to be I wil shoot at his hart Praxaspes I beséech your grace not so to doo set this pretence a parte Farewel my déer and loouing babe come kisse thy father déer A gréeuous sight to me it is to sée thée slain euen héer Is this the gain now from the King for giuing councel good Before my face with such despight to spil my sonnes hart blood O heuy day to me this is and mother in like case Yung childe O Father Father wipe your face I sée the teares run from your eye My mother is at home sowing of a band Alas déer father why doo you cry King Before me as mark now let him stand I wil shoot at him my minde to fulfil Yung childe Alas alas Father wil you me kil Good master king doo not shoot at me my mother looues me best of all king I haue dispatched him down he dooth fall Shoot As right as a line his hart I haue hit Nay thou shalt sée Praxaspes straunger newes yet My Knight with spéed his hart cut out and giue it vnto me knight It shal be doon O mightie king with all seleritie Lord. My Lord Praxaspes this had not béen but your tung must be walking To the King of correction you must néeds be talking Praxaspes No correction my Lord but councel for the best knight Héere is the hart according to your graces behest king Beholde Praxaspes thy Sonnes owne hart Oh how wel the same was hit After this wine to doo this déed I thought it very fit Estéeme thou maist right wel therby no drūkard is the king That in the midst of all his cups could doo this valiant thing My Lord and knight on me attend to Pallaice we wil go And leaue him héer to take his sonne whē we are gone him fro All. With all our harts we giue consent to wait vpon your grace Praxaspes A woful man O Lord am I to see him in this case My dayes I déem desires their end this déed wil help me hēce To haue the blossoms of my féeld destroyd by violence Mother Enter Mother Alas Alas I doo heare tel the King hath kild my Sonne If it be so wo worth the déed that euer it was doon It is euen so my Lord I see how by him he dooth wéep What ment I that from hands of him this childe I did not kéep Alas husband and Lord what did you meane to fetch this Child away Praxaspes O Lady wife I little thought for to háue séen this day Mother O blisful babe O ioy of womb harts comfort and delight For Councel giuen vnto the King is this thy iust requite O heuy day and doleful time these mourning tunes to make With blubred eyes into mine armes frō earth I wil thee take And wrap thée in mine apron white but oh my heuy hart The spightful pangs that it sustains wold make it in two to part The death of this my Sonne to sée O heuy mother now That from thy swéet and sugred ioy to sorow so shouldst bow What gréef in womb did I retain before I did thée sée Yet at the last when smart was gone what ioy wert thou to mée How tender was I of thy food for to preserue thy state How stilled I thy tender hart at times earely and late With veluet Papꝭ I gaue thée suck with issue from my brest And daunced thée vpon my knee to bring thée vnto rest Is this the ioy of thée I reap O king of Tigers brood Oh tigers whelp hadst thou the hart to sée this childes hart blood Nature inforseth me alas in this wise to deplore To wring my hāds O wele away that I should sée this houre Thy mother yet wil kisse thy lips silk soft and pleasant white With wringing hands lamenting for to sée thee in this plight My Lording deer let vs go home our mourning to augment Praxaspes My Lady déer with heuy hart to it I doo consent Betwéen vs bothe the childe to bere vnto our lordly place Exeūt ¶ Enter Ambidexter Ambidexter In déed as ye say I haue béen absent a long space But is not my cosin Cutpurse w you in the mene time To it to it Cosin and doo your office fine How like you Sisamnes for vsing of me He plaid with bothe hands but he sped il fauouredly The King him self was godly vp trained He professed vertue but I think it was fained He playes with bothe hands good déeds and il But it was no good déed Praxaspes sonne for to kil As he for the good déed on the Iudge was commended For all his déeds els he is reprehended The moste euil disposed person that euer was All the state of his life he would not let passe Some good déeds he wil doo though they be but few The like things this tirant Cambices dooth shew No goodnes from him to none is exhibited But stil malediction abrode is distributed And yet ye shall sée in the rest of his race What infamy he wil woork against his owne grace Whist no more woords héer comes the kings brother Enter Lord Smirdis with Attendance Diligence Smirdis The Kings brother by birth am I issued from Cirus loynes A gréef to me it is to hear of this the kings repines I like not wel of those his déeds that he dooth stil frequent I wish to

wel in places store of my might doo expresse Venus Cupid my sonne whē time shall serue the thou shalt doo this déed Then warning I to thee wil giue but sée thou shoot with speed Lord. Lord Lady waiting maid Lady déer to King a kin foorthwith let vs procéed To trace abrode the beauty féelds as erst we had decréed The blowing buds whose sauery sents our sence wil much The swéet smel of musk white rose to plese the appetite The chirpig birds whose plesant tunes therin shall hear record delight That our great ioy we shall it finde in féeld to walke a brode On Lute and Cittern there to play a heauenly hermony Our eares shall heare hart to content our sports to beautie Lady Vnto your woords moste comely Lord my self submit doo I To trace with you in féeld so green I meane not to deny Maid heer trace vp down playing And I your waiting maid at hand with diligence wil be For to fulfil with hart and hand when you shall commaund me King. Enter king Lord knight Come on my Lord and knight abrode our mirth let vs imploy Since he is dead this hart of mine in corps I féel it ioy Should brother mine haue reigned King when I had yéelded breth A thousand brothers I rather had to put them all to death But oh beholde where I doo sée a Lord and Lady fair For beauty she moste worthy is to sit in Princes chaire Venus Shoot forth my sōne now is the time the thou must woūd his hart Cupid Content you Mother I wil doo my parte Shoot there and go out Venus and Cupid King. Of trueth my Lord in eye of mine all Ladyes she dooth excel Can none reporte what dame she is and to my grace it tel Lord. Redouted Prince pleaseth your grace to you shée is a kin Cosin Iarmin nigh of birth by mothers side come in knight And that her waiting maiden is attending her vpon He is a Lord of Princes Court and wil be there anon They sport them selues in pleasant féeld to former vsed vse King. My Lord knight of trueth I speake my hart it cannot chuse But with my Lady I must speake and so expresse my minde My Lord and Ladyes walking there if you wil fauour finde Present your selues vnto my grace by my side come stand first Lord. We wil fulfil moste mightie king as your grace doth cōmaūd King. Lady déer intelligence my grace hath got of late You issued out of mothers stock and kin vnto my state According to rule of birth you are Cosin iarmin mine Yet doo I wish that farther of this kinred I could finde For Cupid he that eyelesse boy my hart hath so inflamed With beauty you me to content the like cannot be named For since I entred in this place and on you fixt mine eyes Moste burning fits about my hart in ample wise did rise The heat of thē such force dooth yéeld my corps they scorch alas And burnes the same with wasting heat as Titan dooth the grasse And sith this heat is kindled so and fresh in hart of me There is no way but of the same the quencher you must be My meaning is that beauty yours my hart with looue dooth woūd To giue me looue minde to content my hart hath you out found And you are shée must be my wife els shall I end my dayes Consent to this and be my Quéen to were the crown with praise Lady If it please your grace O mightie king you shall not this request It is a thing that natures course dooth vtterly detest And high it would the God displease of all that is the wurst To graunt your grace to marry so it is not I that durst Yet humble thanks I render now vnto you mightie King That you vouchsafe to great estate so gladly would me bring Were it not it were offence I would it not deny But such great honor to atchiue my hart I would apply Therfore O king with humble hart in this I pardon craue Mine answere is in this request your minde ye may not haue King. May I not nay then I wil by all the Gods I vow And I wil mary thée as wife this is mine answere now Who dare say nay what I pretēd who dare the same withstand Shall lose his hed and haue reporte as traitor through my lād There is no nay I wil you haue and you my Quéen shal be Lady Then mightie King I craue your grace to hear the words of me Your councel take of Lordings wit the lawes aright peruse If I with safe may graunt this déed I wil it not refuse King. No no what I haue said to you I meane to haue it so For counsel theirs I meane not I in this respect to go But to my Pallaice let vs go the mariage to prepare For to auoid my wil in this I can it not forbeare Lady O God forgiue me if I doo amisse The king by compultion inforseth me this Maid Vnto the Gods for your estate I wil not cease to pray That you may be a happy Quéen and sée moste ioyful day King. Come on my Lords with gladsome harts let vs reioice with glée Your Musick showe to ioy this déed at the request of me Bothe For to obey your graces woords our honours doo agrée Exeūt Ambidexter Enter Ambidexter O the Passion of me mary as ye say yonder is a royal court There is triumphing and sport vpon sporte Such loyall Lords with such Lordly exercise Frequenting such pastime as they can deuise Running at tilt Iusting with running at the King Masking and mumming with eche kinde of thing Such dauncing such singing with musicall hermony Beleeue me I was lothe to absent their company But wil you beleue Iesu what haste they made til they were maried Not for a Miliō of poūds one day longer they would haue taried Oh there was a banquet royall and superexelent Thousands and thousands at that banquit was spent I muse of nothing but how they can be maried so soon I care not if I be maried before to morow at noone If mariage be a thing that so may be had How say you maid to mary me wil ye be glad Out of dout I beléeue it is some excellent treasure Els to the same belongs abundant pleasure Yet with mine eares I haue heard some say That euer I was maried now cursed be the day Those be they that with curse wiues be matched That husband for hankes meat of thē is vp snatched Hed broke with a bedstaf face all to be scratched Knaue slaue and villain a coild cote now and than Whē the wife hath giuē it she wil say alas good man. Such were better vnmaried my maisters I trowe Then all their life after to be matched with a shrowe Preparation Enter Preparation With spéed I am sent all things to prepare My message to doo as the king did declare His grace dooth meane a banquit to make Meaning