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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

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

thy father thus Who daily dies to see thy needles teares Such bootlesse plaints that know nor meane nor end To but increase the flouds of thy lament And since the world knowes wel there was no want In thee of ought that did to him belong Yet all thou seest could not his life prolong Why thē doest thou prouoke the heauens to wrath His doome of death was dated by his starres And who is he that may withstand his fate By these complaintes small good to him thou doest Much griefe to me most hurt vnto thy selfe And vnto Nature greatest wrong of all Gis. Tell me not of the date of natures daies Then in the Aprill of her springing age No no it was my cruell destinie That spited at the pleasance of my life Tanc. My daughter knowes the proofe of natures course For as the heauens do guide the lamp of life So can they search no further forth the flame Then whilst with oyle they do maintain the same Gis. Curst be the starres and vanish may they curst Or fall from heauen that in the dire aspect Abridgde the health and welfare of my loue Tanc. Gismund my ioy set all these griefes apart The more thou art with hard mishap beset The more thy patience should procure thine ease Gis. What hope of hap may cheere my haples chance What sighs what teares may counteruail my cares What should I do but still his death bewaile That was the solace of my life and soule Now now I want the wonted guide and stay Of my desires and of my wreaklesse thoughts My Lord my loue my life my liking gone In whome was all the fulnes of my ioy To whom I gaue the first fruites of my loue Who with the comfort of his onely sight All cares and sorrowes could from me remoue But father now my ioyes forepast to tel Doe but reuiue the horrors of my hell As she that seemes in darkenes to behold The gladsome pleasures of the chearefull light Tanc. What then auailes thee fruitlesse thus to rue His absence whom the heauens cannot returne Impartiall death thy husband did subdue Yet hath he spar'd thy kingly fathers life Who during life to thee a double stay As father and as husband will remaine With doubled loue to ease thy widowes want Of him whose want is cause of thy complaint Forbeare thou therefore al these needlesse teares That nippe the blossoms of thy beauties pride Gis. Father these teares loue chalengeth of due Tan. But reason saith thou shoulds the same subdue Gis. His funerals are yet before my sight Tan. In endles mones Princes should not delight Gis. The turtle pines in losse of her true mate Tan. And so continues poore and desolate Gis. Who can forget a Iewell of such price Tanc. She that hath learnd to master her desires Let reason worke that time doth easilie frame In meanest wittes to beare the greatest illes Gis. So plenteous are the springs Of sorrowes that increase my passions As neither reason can recure my smart Nor can your care nor fatherly comfort Appease the stormie combats of my thoughts Such is the sweet remembrance of his life Then geue me leaue of pittie pittie me And as I can I shall allay these greefes Tan. These solitarie walkes thou doest frequent Yeeld fresh occasions to thy secrete mones We wil therefore thou keep vs companie Leauing thy maidens with their harmonie Wend thou with vs virgins withdraw your selues Tan. and Gis. with the Gard depart into the pallace the four maydens stay behind as Chorus to the Tragedie Chor. 1. The diuers haps which alwayes worke our care Our ioyes so farre our woes so neere at hand Haue long ere this and dayly doe declare The fickle foot on which our state doeth stand Who plants his pleasures here to gather roote And hopes his happy life wil still endure Let him behold how death with stealing foote Steps in when he shall thinke his ioyes most sure No ransome serueth to redeem our daies If prowes could preserue or worthy deedes He had yet liu'd whose twelue labours displayes His enddlesse fame and yet his honor spreades And that great king that with so small a power Bereft the mightie Persian his crowne Doeth witnesse well our life is but a flower Though it be deckt with honor and renowme Chor. 2 What growes to day in fauor of the heauen Nurst with the sun and with the showers sweete Pluckt with the hand it withereth ere euen So passe our daies euen as the riuers fleete The valiant Greekes that vnto Troya gaue The tenne yeeres siege left but their names behind And he that did so long and onelie saue His fathers walles found there at last his end Proud Rome herselfe that whilome laid her yoke On the wide world and vanquisht all with warre Yet could she not remoue the fatall stroke Of death from them that stretcht her power so farre Chor. 3 Looke what the cruell sisters once decreed The thunderer himselfe cannot remoue They are the Ladies of our destinie To worke beneath what is conspirde aboue But happie he that ends this mortall life By speedie death who is not forst to see The many cares nor feele the sundrie griefes Which we sustaine in wo and miserie Heere Fortune rules who when she list to play Whirleth her wheele and brings the high full low To morow takes what she hath giuen to daie To shew she can aduance and ouer throw Not Euripus vnquiet floud so oft Ebs in a daie and floweth too and fro As Fortunes change pluckes downe that was aloft And mingleth ioy with enterchange of wo Chor. 4 Who liues below and feeleth not the strokes Which often times on highest towers do fall Nor blustering winds wherwith the strongest okes Are rent and torne his life is surest of all For he may scorne Fortune that hath no power On him that is well pleasd with his estate He seeketh not her sweets nor feares her sower But liues contented in his quiet rate And marking how these worldly things do wade Reioyceth to himselfe and laughs to see The folly of men that in their wits haue made Fortune a goddesse placed in the skie Finis Actus 1. Exegit Rod Staf Actus 2. Scaena 1. Gismund DEare Aunt my sole companion in distresse And true copartner of my thoughtfull cares When with my selfe I way my present state Comparing it with my forepassed daies New heapes of cares afresh beginne t' assay My pensiue heart as when the glittering raies Of bright Phoebus are sodainely ore-spred With duskie clouds that dim his golden light Namely when I laid in my widowes bed Amid the silence of the quiet night With curious thought the fleeting course obserue Of gladsome youth how soone his flower decaies How time once past may neuer haue recourse No more then may the running streames reuert To climbe the hilles when they bin rowled down The hollow vales there is no curious art nor worldlie power no not the gods can

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