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A09228	The loue of King Dauid and fair Bethsabe With the tragedie of Absalon. As it hath ben diuers times plaied on the stage. Written by George Peele.	Peele, George, 1556-1596.; Du Bartas, Guillaume de Salluste, seigneur, 1544-1590.	1599 (1599)	STC 19540; ESTC S110364	31,374	62

attend The grace that God will to his handmaid send Exit Beth. Dauid in his gowne walking sadly To him Nathan The babe is sicke and sad is Dauids heart To see the guiltlesse beare the guilties paine Dauid hang vp thy Harpe hang downe thy head And dash thy yuorie Lute against the stones The dew that on the hill of Hermon fals Raines not on Syons tops and loftie towers And Dauids thoughts are spent in pensiuenesse The plaines of Gath and Askaron reioice The babe is sicke sweet babe that Bethsabe With womans paine brought forth to Israel Enter Nathan But what saith Nathan to his lord the king Nathan to Dauid Nathan Thus Nathan saith vnto his Lord the King There were two men both dwellers in one towne The one was mighty and exceeding rich In Oxen sheepe and cattell of the field The other poore hauing nor Oxe nor Calfe Nor other cattell saue one little Lambe Which he had bought and nourisht by the hand And it grew vp and fed with him and his And eat and dranke as he and his were wont And in his bosome slept and was to liue As was his daughter or his deerest child There came a stranger to this wealthy man And he refus'd and spar'd to take his owne Or of his store to dresse or make him meat But tooke the poore mans sheepe partly poore mans store And drest it for this strangar in his house What tell me shall be done to him for this Dau. Now as the lord doth liue this wicked man Is iudgd and shall become the child of death Foure fold to the poore man shall he restore That without mercy tooke his lambe away Nath. Thou art the man and thou hast iudgd thy selfe Dauid thus sayth the Lord thy God by me I thee annointed King in Israel And sau'd thee from the tyranny of Saul Thy maisters house I gaue thee to possesse His Wiues into thy bosome did I giue And Iuda aud Ierusalem withall And might thou knowest if this had ben too small Haue giuen thee more Wherefore then hast thou gone so far astray And hast done euill and sinned in my sight Vrias thou hast killed with the sword Yea with the sword of the vncircumcised Thou hast him slaine wherefore from this day forth The sword shall neuer goe from thee and thine For thou hast tane this Hethites wife to thee Wherefore behold I wil saith Iacobs God In thine owne house stir euill vp to thee Yea I before thy face will take thy Wiues And giue them to thy neighbour to possesse This shall be done to Dauid in the day That Israel openly may see thy shame Dauid Nathan I haue against the Lord I haue Sinned O sinned greeuously and loe From heauens throne doth Dauid throw himselfe And grone and grouell to the gates of hell He fals downe Nath. Dauid stand vp Thus saith the Lord by me Dauid the King shall liue for he hath seene The true repentant sorrow of thy heart But for thou hast in this misdeed of thine Stird vp the enemies of Israel To triumph and blaspheme the God of hosts And say He set a wicked man to reigne Ouer his loued people and his Tribes The child shall surely die that erst was borne His mothers sin his kingly fathers scorne Exit Nathan Da. How iust is Iacobs God in all his workes But must it die that Dauid loueth so O that the mighty one of Israel Nill change his dome and sayes the babe must die Mourne Israel and weepe in Syon gates Wither ye Caedar trees of Libanon Ye sprouting Almons with your flowring tops Droope drowne and drench in Hebrons fearefull streames The babe must die that was to Dauid borne His mothers sin his kingly fathers scorne Dauid sits sadly Enter Cusay to Dauid and his traine Seruus What tidings bringeth Cusay to the King Cusay To thee the seruant of King Dauids court This bringeth Cusay as the Prophet spake The Lord hath surely striken to the death The child new borne by that Vrias wife That by the sonnes of Ammon erst was slaine Seruus Cusay be still the King is vexed sore How shal he speed that brings this tidings first When while the child was yet aliue we spake And Dauids heart would not be comforted Da. Yea Dauids heart will not be comforted What murmure ye the seruants of the King What tidings telleth Cusay to the King Say Cusay liues the child or is he dead Cusay The child is dead that of Vrias wife Dauid begat Da. Vrias wife saiest thou The child is dead then ceaseth Dauids shame Fetch me to eat and giue me Wine to drinke Water to wash and Oyle to cleere my lookes Bring downe your Shalmes your Cymbals and your Pipes Let Dauids Harpe and Lute his hand and voice Giue laud to him that loueth Israel And sing his praise that shendeth Dauids fame That put away his sinne from out his sight And sent his shame into the streets of Gath Bring ye to me the mother of the babe That I may wipe the teares from off her face And giue her comfort with this hand of mine And decke faire Bethsabe with ornaments That she may beare to me another sonne That may be loued of the Lord of hosts For where he is of force must Dauid goe But neuer may he come where Dauid is They bring in water wine and oyle Musike and a banquet Faire Bethsabe sit thou and sigh no more And sing and play you seruants of the King Now sleepeth Dauids sorrow with the dead And Bethsabe liueth to Israel They vse all solemnities together and sing c. Dauid Now armes and warlike engins for assault Prepare at once ye men of Israel Ye men of Iuda and Ierusalem That Rabba may be taken by the King Least it be called after Ioabs name Nor Dauids glory shine in Syon streets To Rabba marcheth Dauid with his men To chastise Ammon and the wicked ones Exeunt omnes Enter Absolon with two or three Abs. Set vp your mules and giue them well to ear And let vs meet our brothers at the feast Accursed is the maister of this feast Dishonour of the house of Israel His sisters slander and his mothers shame Shame be his share that could such ill contriue To rauish Thamar and without a pause To driue her shamefully from out his house But may his wickednesse find iust reward Therefore doth Absolon conspire with you That Ammon die what time he sits to eat For in the holy Temple haue I sworne Wreake of his villany in Thamars rape And here he comes bespeake him gently all Whose death is deepely graued in my heart Enter Ammon with Adonia and Ionadab to Absolon and his companie Am. Our shearers are not far from hence I wot And Ammon to you all his brethren Giueth such welcome as our fathers erst Were wont in Iuda and Ierusalem But specially Lord Absolon to thee The honour of thy house and progenie Sit downe and dine with me King Dauids sonne Thou

thy sweet sight to my conceits Whose vertue euer serud for sacred baulme To cheere my pinings past all earthly ioies But Bethsabe the daughter of the highest Whose beautie builds the towers of Israel Shee that in chaines of pearle and vnicorne Leads at her traine the ancient golden world The world that Adam held in Paradise Whose breath refineth all infectious aires And makes the meddowes smile at her repaire Shee Shee my dearest Bethsabe Faire peace the goddesse of our graces here Is fled the streets of faire Ierusalem The fields of Israel and the heart of Dauid Leading my comforts in her golden chaines Linckt to the life and soule of Absalon Beth. Then is the pleasure of my soueraignes heart So wrapt within the bosome of that sonne That Salomon whom Israels God affects And gaue the name vnto him for his loue Should be no salue to comfort Dauids soule Dau. Salomon my loue is Dauids lord Or God hath nam'd him lord of Israel In him for that and since he is thy sonne Must Dauid needs be pleased at the heart And he shall surely sit vpon my throne But Absalon the beautie of my bones Faite Absalon the counterfeit of loue Sweet Absalon the image of content Must claime a portion in his fathers care And be in life and death King Dauids sonne Nat. Yet as my lord hath said let Salomon raigne Whom God in naming hath annointed King Now is he apt to learne th' eternall lawes Whose knowledge being rooted in his youth Will beautifie his age with glorious fruits While Absalon incenst with gracelesse pride Vsurpes and staines the kingdome with his sinne Let Salomon be made thy staffe of age Faire Israels rest and honour of thy race Da. Tell me my Salomon wilt thou imbrace Thy fathers precepts graued in thy heart And satisfie my zeale to thy renowne With practise of such sacred principles As shall concerne the state of Israel Sal. My royall father if the heauenly zeale Which for my welfare seeds vpon your soule Were not sustaind with vertue of mine owne If the sweet accents of your cheerefull voice Should not each hower beat vpon mine eares As sweetly as the breath of heauen to him That gaspeth scorched with the Summers sunne I should be guiltie of vnpardoned sinne Fearing the plague of heauen and shame of earth But since I vow my selfe to learne the skill And holy secrets of his mightie hand Whose cunning tunes the musicke of my soule It would content me father first to learne How th' eternall fram'd the firmament Which bodies lead their influence by fire And which are fild with hoarie Winters yse What signe is raignie and what starre is faire Why by the rules of true proportion The yeare is still diuided into months The months to daies the daies to certaine howers What fruitfull race shall fill the future world Or for what time shall this round building stand What Magistrates what Kings shall keepe in awe Mens minds with bridles of th' eternall law Da. Wade not too farre my boy in waues too deepe The feeble eyes of our aspiring thoughts Behold things present and record things past But things to come exceed our humane reach And are not painted yet in angels eyes For those submit thy sence and say Thou power That now art framing of the future world Knowest all to come not by the course of heauen By fraile coniectures of inferiour signes By monstrous flouds by flights and flockes of birds By bowels of a sacrificed beast Or by the figures of some hidden art But by a true and naturall presage Laying the ground and perfect architect Of all our actions now before thine eyes From Adam to the end of Adams seed O heauen protect my weakenesse with thy strength So looke on me that I may view thy face And see these secrets written in thy browes O sun come dart thy raies vpon my moone That now mine eyes eclipsed to the earth May brightly be refin'd and shine to heauen Transforme me from this flesh that I may liue Before my death regenerate with thee O thou great God rauish my earthly sprite That for the time a more then humane skill May feed the Organons of all my sence That when I thinke thy thoughts may be my guide And when I speake I may be made by choice The perfect eccho of thy heauenly voice Thus say my sonne and thou shalt learne them all Salo. A secret fury rauisheth my soule Lifting my mind aboue her humane bounds And as the Eagle roused from her stand With violent hunger cowring in the aire Seaseth her feathered prey and thinkes to feed But seeing then a cloud beneath her feet Lets fall the foule and is emboldened With eies intentiue to bedare the sun And stieth close vnto his stately sphere So Salomon mounted on the burning wings Of zeale deuine lets fall his mortall food And cheeres his sences with celestiall aire Treads in the golden starrie Labyrinth And holds his eyes fixt on Iehouaes browes Good father teach me further what to doe Nath. See Dauid how his haughtie spirit mounts Euen now of heigth to wield a diademe Then make him promise that he may succeed And rest old Israels bones from broiles of warre Dauid Nathan thou Prophet sprung from Iesses root I promise thee and louely Bethsabe My Salomon shall gouerne after me Beth. He that hath toucht thee with this righteous thought Preserue the harbour of thy thoughts in peace Enter Mess. Mess. My lord thy seruants of thy watch haue seene One running hitherward from forth the warres Dauid If hee bee come alone he bringeth newes Mess. Another hath thy seruant seene my lord Whose running much resembles Sadocs sonne Da. He is a good man and good tidings brings Enter Ahimaas Ahim. Peace and content be with my lord the King Whom Israels God hath blest with victory Da. Tell me Ahimaas liues my Absalon Ahim. I saw a troupe of souldiours gathered But know not what the tumult might import Dau. Stand by vntill some other may informe The heart of Dauid with a happie truth Enter Cusay Cusay Happinesse and honour liue with Dauids soule Whom God hath blest with conquest of his foes Dauid But Cusay liues the yong man Absalon Cus. The stubborne enemies to Dauids peace And all that cast their darts against his crowne Fare euer like the young man Absalon For as he rid the woods of Ephraim Which fought for thee as much as all thy men His haire was tangled in a shadie oake And hanging there by Ioab and his men Sustaind the stroke of well deserued death Dauid Hath Absalon sustaind the stroke of death Die Dauid for the death of Absalon And make these cursed newes the bloudy darts That through his bowels rip thy wretched breast Hence Dauid walke the solitarie woods And in some Caedars shade the thunder slew And fire from heauen hath made his branches blacke Sit mourning the decease of Absalon Against the body of that blasted plant In thousand