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The battell of Alcazar fought in Barbarie, betweene Sebastian king of Portugall, and Abdelmelec king of Marocco. With the death of Captaine Stukeley. As it was sundrie times plaid by the Lord high Admirall his seruants.
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Peele, George, 1556-1596.
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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
Knee deepe in bloud of these accursed Moores And they that loue my honor follow me Were you as resolute as is your king Alcazar wals should fall before your face And all the force of this Barbarian Lord Should be confounded were it ten times more Auero. So well become these words a kingly mouth That are of force to make a coward fight But when aduice and prudent fore-sight Is ioynd with such magnanimitie Troupes of victorie and kingly spoiles Adorne his crowne his kingdome and his fame Herc. We haue descride vpon the mountaine tops A hugie companie of inuading Moores And they my lord as thicke as winters haile Will fall vpon our heads at vnawares Best then betimes t' auoide this gloomie storme It is in vaine to striue with such a streame Enter Muly Mahamet Muly Mah. Beholde thrice noble Lorde vncalde I come To counsell where necessitie commands And honor of vndoubted victorie Makes me exclime vpon this dastard flight Why king Sebastian wilt thou now fore-slow And let so great a glorie slip thy hands Saie you doo march vnto Tarissa now The forces of the foe are come so nigh That he will let the passage of the riuer So vnawares you will be forst to fight But know O king and you thrice valiant Lords Few blowes will serue I aske but onely this That with your power you march into the field For now is all the armie resolute To leaue the traitor helplesse in the fight And flie to me as to their rightfull prince Some horse-men haue alreadie lead the waie And vow the like for their companions The host is full of tumult and of feare Then as you come to plant me in my seate And to inlarge your fame in Affrica Now now or neuer brauely execute Your resolution sound and honorable And end this warre together with his life That doth vsurpe the crowne with tyrannie Sebast. Captaines you heare the reasons of the king Which so effectually haue pearst wine eares That I am fully resolute to fight And who refuseth now to follow me Let him be euer counted cowardly Auero. Shame be his share that flies when kings do fight Auero laies his life before your feet Stukley For my parte Lordes I cannot sell my bloud Deerer than in the companie of kings Exeunt Manet Muly Mahamet Muly Ma. Now haue I set these Portugals a worke To hew a waie for me vnto the crowne Or with your weapons here to dig your graues You dastards of the night and Erybus Fiends Fairies hags that fight in beds of steele Range through this armie with your yron whips Driue forward to this deed this christian crew And let me triumph in the tragedie Though it be seald and honourd with my bloud Both of the Portugall and barbarous Moore Ride Nemisis ride in thy firie cart And sprinkle gore amongst these men of warre That either partie eager of reuenge May honor thee with sacrifice of death And hauing bath'd thy chariot wheeles in bloud Descend and take to thy tormenting hell The mangled bodie of that traitor king That scornes the power and force of Portugall Then let the earth discouer to his ghost Such tortures as vsurpers feele below Rackt let him be in proud lxions wheele Pinde let him be with Tantalus endlesse thirst Praie let him be to Tisons greedie bird Wearied with Sisiphus immortall toile And lastly for reuenge for deepe reuenge Whereof thou goddesse and deuiser art Damnd let him be damnd and condemnd to beare All torments tortures plagues and paines of hell Exit Enter the Presenter before the last dumbe show and speaketh Ill be to him that so much ill bethinkes And ill betide this foule ambitious Moore Whose wily traines with smoothest course of speech Hath tide and tangled in a dangerous warre The fierce and manly king of Portugall Lightning and thunder Nowe throwe the heauens foorth their lightning flames And thunder ouer Affrickes fatall fields Bloud will haue bloud foul murther scape no scourge Enter Fame like an Angell and hangs the crownes vpon a tree At last descendeth fame as Iris To finish fainting Didoes dying lyfe Fame from her stately bowte doth descend And on the tree as fruit new ripe to fall Placeth the crownes of these vnhappie kings That earst she kept in eie of all the world Heere the blazing Starre Now fiery starres and streaming comets blaze That threat the earth and princes of the same Fire workes Fire fire about the axiltree of heauen Who whorles round and from the foot of Casyopa In fatall houre consumes these fatall crownes One fals Downe fals the diademe of Portugall The other fals The crownes of Barbary and kingdomes fall Ay me that kingdomes may not stable stand And now approching neere the dismall day The bloudie daie wherein the battels ioyne Mondaie the fourth of August seuentie eight The sunne shines wholy on the parched earth The brightest planet in the highest heauen The heathens eager bent against their foe Giue onset with great ordnance to the warre The christians with great noise of canon shot Send angrie onsets to the enemie Geue eare and heare how warre begins his song With dreadfull clamors noise and trumpets sound Exit Alarums within let the chambers be discharged then enter to the battell and the Moores flie Skirmish still then enter Ab dilmelec in his chaire Zareo and their traine Abdil. Saie on Zareo tell me all the newes Tell me what furie rangeth in our campe That hath inforst our Moores to turne their backes Zareo saie what chance did bode this ill What ill inforst this dastard cowardise Zareo. My Lord such chance as wilfull warre affords Such chances and misfortunes as attend On him the God of battell and of armes My Lord when with our ordenance fierce we sent Our Moores with smaller shot as thicke as haile Followes apace to charge the Portugall The valiant Duke the deuill of Auero The bane of Barbary fraughted full of ire Breakes through the rankes and with fiue hundred horsse All men at armes forward and full of might Assaults the middle wing and puts to flight Eight thousand Harquebush that seru'd on foot And twentie thousand Moores with speare sheild And therewithall the honour of the day Abdel. Ah Abdelmelec doost thou liue to heare This bitter processe of this first attempt Labour my Lords to renue our force Of fainting Moores and fight it to the last My horsse Zareo O the goale is lost The goale is lost thou King of Portugall Thrice happy chance it is for thee and thine That heauens abates my strength and calles me hence My sight doth faile my soule my feeble soule Shall be releaste from prison on this earth Farwell vaine world for I haue playd my parte He dyeth A long Skirmidge and then enter his brother Muly Mahomet Seth. Muly. Braue Abdelmelec thou thrise noble Lord Not such a wound was giuen to Barbary Had twenty hoasts of men beene put to swoord As death pale death with fatall shaft