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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

departed Afterward bewailing his mishap be commanded the Earle to be attached imprisoned strangled vnbowelled and his heart in a cup of golde to be presented to his daughter she thankefully receiueth the present filling the cuppe wherein the heart was with her teares with a vonimcus potion by her distilled for that purpose shee dranke to her Earle Which her father hearing of came too late to comfort his dying daughter who for her last request besought him that her louer and her selfe might in one tombe be together buried for a perpetuall memorie of their faithfull loues which request he graunted adding to the buriall himselfe slaine with his owne hands to his owne reproch and the terror of all other hard hearted fathers Actus 1. Scaena 1. Cupid commeth out of the heauens in a cradle of flowers drawing forth vpon the stage in a blew twiste of silke from his left hand Vaine hope Brittle ioy And with a carnation twist of silke from his right hand Faire resemblance Late Repentance Cupid There rest my chariot on the mountaine tops I that in shape appeare vnto your sight A naked boy not cloathde but with my wings Am that great God of Loue who with his might Ruleth the wast wide world and liuing things This left hand beares vaine hope short ioyfull state With faire Resemblance louers to allure This right hand holds Repentance all too late Warre fire bloud and paines without recure On sweete Ambrosia is not my foode Nectar is not my drinke as to the rest Of all the Gods I drinke the louers bloud And feed vpon the heart within his breast Well hath my power in heauen and earth bin tride And deepest hell my pearcing force hath knowen The marble seas my wonders haue descride Which elder age throghout the world hath blowen To me the king of Gods and men doth yeeld As witnes can the Greekish maide whom I Made like a cow go lowing through the field Least iealous Iuno should the scape espie The doubled night the Sunnes restrained course His secret stealths the slander to eschew In shape transformd we list not to discourse All that and more we forced him to do The warlike Mars hath not subdude our might We feard him not his furie nor disdaine That can the Gods record before whose sight He laie fast wrapt in Vulcans subtill chaine He that on earth yet hath not felt our power Let him behold the fall and cruell spoile Of thee faire Troy of Asia the flower So foule defast and leueld with the soile Who forst Leander with his naked brest So many nights to cut the frothie waues But Heroes loue that lay inclosde in Sest The stoutest hearts to me shall yeeld them slaues Who could haue matcht the huge Alcides strength Great Macedon what force might haue subdude Wise Scipio who ouercame at length But we that are with greater force endude Who could haue conquered the golden fleece But Iason aided by Medeas art Who durst haue stolne faire Helen out of Greece But I with loue that boldned Paris heart What bond of nature what restraint auailes Against our power I vouch to witnes truth The Myrhe tree that with shamefast teares bewailes Her fathers loue still weepeth yet for ruth But now this world not seeing in these daies Such present proofes of our al-daring power Disdaines our name and seeketh sundrie waies To scorne and scoffe and shame vs euerie houre A brat a bastard and an idle boy A rod a staffe a whip to beate him out And to be sicke of loue a childish toy These are mine honors now the world about My name disgrast to raise againe therefore And in this age mine ancient renowme By mightie acts intending to restore Downe to the earth in wrath now am I come And in this place such wonders shall ye heare As these your stubborne and disdainfull hearts In melting teares and humble yeelding feare Shall soone relent by sight of others smarts This princely pallace will I enter in And there inflame the faire Gismunda so Inraging all her secret vaines within Through firie loue that she shall feele much wo Too late repentance thou shalt bend my bow Vaine hope take out my pale dead heauie shaft Thou faire Resemblance formost forth shalt go With Brittle joy my selfe will not be least But after me comes death and deadly paine Thus shall ye march till we returne againe Meane while sit still and here I shall you shew Such wonders that at last with one accord Ye shall relent and saie that now ye know Loue rules the world Loue is a mightie Lord Exit Cupid with his traine entereth into King Tancreds Pallace Gismunda in Purple commeth out of her Chamber attended by foure maides that are the Chorus Scaena 2. Gismund O Vaine vnsteadfast state of mortall things Who trusts this world leans to a brittle stay Such fickle fruit his flattering bloome forth brings Ere it be ripe it falleth to decay The ioy and blisse that late I did possesse In weale at will with one I loued best Is turned now into so deepe distresse As teacheth me to know the worlds vnrest For neither wit nor princely stomackes serue Against his force that slaies without respect The noble and the wretch ne doth reserue So much as one for worthines elect Ah me deare Lord what well of teares may serue To feed the streames of my foredulled eies To weepe thy death as thy death doth deserue And waile thy want in full sufficing wise Ye lampes of heauen and all ye heauenly powers Wherein did he procure your high disdaine He neuer sought with vast huge mounting towers To reach aloft and ouer-view your raigne Or what offence of mine was it vnwares That thus your furie should on me be throwen To plague a woman with such endles cares I feare that enuie hath the heauens this showen The Sunne his glorious vertues did disdaine Mars at his manhood mightily repind Yea all the Gods no longer could sustaine Each one to be excelled in his kind For he my Lord surpast them euerie one Such was his honor all the world throughout But now my loue oh whither art thou gone I know thy ghost doth houer here about Expecting me thy heart to follow thee And I deare loue would faine dissolue this strife But staie a while I may perhaps foresee Some meanes to be disburdend of this life And to discharge the dutie of a wife Which is not onely in this life to loue But after death her fancie not remoue Meane while accept of these our daily rites Which with my maidens I shall do to thee Which is in songs to cheere our dying spirits With hymnes of praises of thy memorie Cantant Qua mihi cantio nondum occurrit The Song ended Tancred the King commeth out of his pallace with his guard Scaena 3. Tancred Faire daughter I haue sought thee out with griefe To ease the sorrowes of thy vexed heart How long wilt thou torment

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

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