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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

loue shall make worldlings to know his might thus loue shall force great princes to obey Thus loue shall daunt each proud rebelling spirite thus loue shall wreake his wrath on their decay Their ghostes shall doe black hell to vnderstand how great and wonderfull a God is Loue And this shall learne the Ladies of this lande with patient mindes his mighty power to proue From whence I did descend now will I mount to Ioue and all the Gods in their delights In throne of triumph there will I recount how I by sharpe reuenge on mortall wights Haue taught the earth and learned hellish spirites to yeeld with feare their stubburn hearts to loue Least their disdain his plagues and vengeance proue Cupid remounteth into the heauens Lucrece commeth out of Gismunds Chamber solitary Scaena 2. Luc. PItie that moueth euery gentle heart To rue their griefs that be distrest in pain Inforceth me to waile my neeces smart Whose tender brest no long time may sustaine The restlesse toyle that her vnquiet mind Hath causd her feeble bodie to indure But why it is alacke I must not find Nor know the man by whome I might procure Her remedie as I of dutie ought As to the law of kindship doth belong With carefull heart the secret meanes I sought Though small effect is of my trauell sprong Full often as I durst I haue assaid With humble words the princes to require To name the man which she hath so denaid That it abasht me further to desire Or aske from whence those cloudie thoughts proceed Whose stonie force that smokie sighs forth send Is liuelie witnes how that carefull dread And hot desire within her doe contend Yet she denies what she confest of yore And then conioynd me to conceale the same She loued once she saith but neuer more Nor euer will her fancie thereto frame Though daily I obserued in my brest What sharpe conflicts disquiet her so sore That heauy sleep cannot procure her rest But fearefull dreames present her euermore Most hideous sights her quiet to molest That starting oft therwith she doth awake to muse vpon those fancies which torment Her thoughtfull heart with horror that doth make Her cold chil sweat break foorth incontinent From her weake lims and while the quiet night Geues others rest she turning to and fro Doth wish for day But when the day brings light She keepes her bed there to record her woe As soon as when she riseth flowing teares Stream down her chekes immixt with dedly grones Whereby her inward sorow so appeares That as salt teares the cruell cause bemones In case she be constrained to abide In preace of company she scarcely may Her trembling voice restraine it be not spied From careful plaints her sorrowes to bewray By which restraint the force doth so increase When time and place geue liberty to plaine That as small streames from running neuer cease Til they returne into the seas againe So her laments we feare wil not amend Before they bring her Princely life to end To others talke when as she should attend Her heaped cares her sences so oppresse That what they speak or wherto their words tende She knowes not as her answeres do expresse Her chiefe delight is stil to be alone Her pensiue thoughts within themselues debate But whereupon this restlesse life is growen Since I know not nor how the same t' abate I can no more but wish it as I may That he which knowes it would the same allay For which the Muses with my song shal pray After the song which was by report very sweetely repeated of the Chorus Lucrece departeth into Gismunds chamber and Guiszhard commeth out of the Pallace with Iulio Renuchio gentlemen to whom he turneth and saith Scaena 3. Guis. LEaue me my frends this solitarie walke Intiseth me to breake your companie Leaue me my frends I can endure no talk Let me intreat this common curtesie The Gentlemen depart WHat greeuous pain they dure which neither may Forget their Loues ne yet enioy their loue I know by proofe and daily make assay Though Loue hath brought my Ladies hart to loue My faithfull loue with like loue to requite This doeth not quench but rather cause to flame The creeping fire which spreading in my brest With raging heat graunts me no time of rest If they bewaile their cruell destenie Which spend their loue wher they no loue can find Wel may I plaine since Fortune haleth me To this torment of far more greeuous kind Wherein I feele as much extremitie As may be felt in body or in minde For by that sight which should recure my paine My sorowes are redoubled all in vaine Now I perceiue that only I alone Am her belou'd her lookes assure me so The thought thereof prouokes me to bemone Her heauy plight that greeueth at my woe This entercourse of our affections I her to serue she thus to honor me Bewraies the trueth of our elections Delighting in this mutual sympathie Thus loue for loue intreates the Queen of loue That with her help Loues solace we may proue I see my mistres seekes as well as I To stay the strife of her perplexed mind Full faine she would our secrete companie If she the wished way therof might finde Heauens haue ye seen or hath the age of man Recorded such a myracle as this In equall loue two noble harts to frame That neuer spake one with anothers blisse I am assured that she doth assent To my reliefe that I should reape the same If she could frame the meanes of my content Keeping her selfe from danger of defame In happy houre right now I did receiue This cane from her which gift though it be small Receiuing it what ioyes I did conceiue Within my fainting spirit therewithall Who knoweth loue aright may wel conceaue By like aduentures that to them befall For needs the Louer must esteeme that well Which comes from her with whom his hart doth dwel Assuredly it is not without cause She gaue me this something she meant thereby For therewithall I might perceiue her pause Awhile as though some waightie thing did lie Vpon her heart which he conceald because The standers by should not our loues descrie This clift bewraies that it hath been disclosde Perhaps herein she hath something inclosde He breakes it O thou great thunderer who would not serue Where wit with beautie chosen haue their place Who could deuise more wisely to conserue Things from suspect O Venus for this grace That daines me all vnworthy to deserue So rare a loue in heauen I should thee place This sweet letter some ioyfull newes conteines I hope it brings recure to both our paines He reades it Mine owne as I am yours whose hear I know No lesse then mine for lingering help of woe Doth long too long Loue tendering your case And mine hath taught recure of both our pain My chamber floure doth hide a caue where was An olde vautes mouth the other in the

readers R. W. wisheth increase of all health worship learning with the immortall glorie of the graces adorning the same YE may perceiue right Worshipful in perusing the former Epistle sent to mee how sore I am beset with the importunities of my friends to publish this Pamphlet Truly I am and haue bin if there be in me anie soundnes of iudgement of this opinion that whatsoeuer is committed to the presse is commended to eternitie and it shall stand a liuely witnes with our conscience to our comfort or confusion in the reckning of that great daie Aduisedly therefore was that Prouerbe vsed of our elder Philosophers Manum a Tabula with-hold thy hand from the paper and thy papers from the print or light of the world for a lewd word escaped is irreuocable but a bad or base discourse published in print is intollerable Hereupon I haue indured some conflicts between reason and iudgement whether it were conuenient for the common wealth with the indecorum of my calling as some thinke it that the memorie of Tancreds Tragedie should be againe by my meanes reuiued which the oftner I read ouer and the more I considered theron the sooner I was won to consent therunto calling to mind that neither the thrice reuerend lerned father M. Beza was ashamed in his yonger yeres to send abroad in his owne name his Tragedy of Abraham nor that rare Scot the scholer of our age Buchanan his most pathetical Ieptha Indeed I must willingly confesse this worke simple and not worth comparison to any of theirs for the writers of them were graue men of this young heads In them is shewn the perfection of their studies in this the imperfection of their wits Neuertheles herein they al agree commending vertue detesting vice and liuely deciphering their ouerthrow that suppresse not their vnruely affections These things noted herin how simple so euer the verse be I hope the matter wil be acceptable to the wise Wherefore I am now bold to present Gismund to your sights and vnto yours only for therfore haue I coniured her by the loue that hath bin these 24. yeres betwixt vs that she waxe not so proude of her fresh painting to stragle in her plumes abroad but to contein her selfe within the walles of your house so am I sure she shal be safe frō the Tragedian Tyrants of our time who are not ashamed to affirme that ther can no amarous poeme sauour of any sharpnes of wit vnlesse it be seasoned with scurrilous words But leauing them to their lewdnes I hope you all discreet readers wil thankfully receiue my pains the fruites of my first haruest the rather perceiuing that my purpose in this Tragedie tendeth onely to the exaltation of vertue suppression of vice with pleasure to profit and help al men but to offend or hurt no man As for such as ha● neither the grace nor the good gift to doe well themselues nor the common honestie to speak wel of others I must as I may heare and bear their baitings with patience Yours deuoted in his ability R. Wilmot A Preface to the Queenes Maidens OF HONOR FLowers of prime pearles couched all in gold Light of our daies that glads the fainting hearts Of them that shall your shining gleams behold Salue of each sore recure of inward smarts In whom Vertue and Beautie striueth so As neither yeelds behold here for your gaine Gismonds vnluckie loue her fault her wo And death at last her cruell Father slaine Through his mishap and though you do not see Yet reade and rew their wofull Tragedie So Ioue as your high vertues done deserue Grant you such pheeres as may your vertues serue With like vertues and blisfull Venus send Vnto your happie loues an happie end Another to the same GIsmond that whilome liu'de her fathers ioy And died his death now dead doth as she may By vs praie you to pittie her annoy And to requite the same doth humbly pray Heauens to forefend your loues from like decay The faithfull Earle doth also make request Wishing those worthie knights whom ye imbrace The constant truth that lodged in his breast His hartie loue not his vnhappie case Befall to such a triumph in your grace The King praies pardon of his cruell hest And for amends desires it may suffice That by his bloud he warneth all the rest Of fond fathers that they in kinder wise Intreat the Iewels where their comfort lies We as their messengers beseech ye al On their behalfes to pittie all their smarts And for our selues although the worth be small We praie ye to accept our humble hearts Auoud to serue with praier and with praise Your Honors all vnworthie other waies The Tragedie of Tancred and Gismund Argumentum Tragediae TAncred the Prince of Salerne ouerloues His onely daughter wonder of that age Gismund who loues the Countie Palurin Guishard who quites her likings with his loue A Letter in a cane describes the meanes Of their two meetings in a secret caue Vnconstant fortune leadeth forth the king To this vnhappie sight wherewith in rage The gentle Earle he doometh to his death And greets his daughter with her louers hart Gismunda fils the goblet with her teares And drinkes a poison which she had distild Whereof she dies whose deadly countenance So grieues her Father that he slew himselfe An other of the same more at large in prose TANCRED king of Naples and Prince of Salerne gaue his only daughter Gismund whom he most dearely loued in mariage to a foraine Prince after whose death she returned home to her Father who hauing felt great griefe of hir absence whilst her husband liued immesurably esteeming her determined neuer to suffer any second mariage to bereaue him of hir She on the other side waxing wearie of that her fathers purpose bent hir mind to the secret loue of the County Palurin to whom he being likewise inflamed with loue of her by a Letter subtilly inclosed in a clouen cane she gaue to vnderstand a conuenient waie for their desired meetings through an old ruinous vaut whose mouth opened directly vnder her chamber floore Into this vaut when she was one day descended for the conuaiance of hir louer hir father in the meane season whose only ioy was in his daughter came to hir chamber and not finding her there supposing her to haue bin walked abroad for hir disport he threw him downe on hir bed and couered his head with a curtain minding to abide and rest there till hir returne She nothing suspecting this hir fathers vnseasonable comming brought vp hir louer out of the cane into hir chamber where hir father espied their secret loue and hee not espied of them was vpon this sight striken with meruailous griefe but either for that the sodaine despight had amazed him taken from him all vse of speech or for that he resolued himself to a more cōueniēt reuenge he then spake nothing but noted their returne into the vant and secretly

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

might of loue As neuer shal the dread of carren death That hath enuide our ioyes inuade my brest For if it may be found a fault in me That euermore haue lou'd your Maiestie Likewise to honor and to loue your child If loue vnto you both may be a fault That vnto her my loue exceedes compare Then this hath been my fault for which I ioy That in the greatest lust of all my life I shall submitte for her sake to endure The pangues of death Oh mighty Lord of loue Strengthen thy vassall boldlie to receaue Large wounds into this body for her sake Then vse my life or death my Lord and king For your reliefe to ease your grieued soule For whether I liue or els that I must die To end your paines I am content to beare Knowing by death I shall bewray the trueth Of that sound heart which liuing was her owne And dide aliue for her that liued mine Tan. Thine Palurin what liues my daughter thine Traitor thou wrongst me for she liueth mine Rather I wish ten thousand sundrie deaths Then I to liue and see my daughter thine Thine that is dearer then my life to me Thine whom I hope to see an Empresse Thine whom I cannot pardon from my sight Thine vnto whom we haue bequeath'd our crown Iulio we wil that thou informe from vs Renuchio the Capten of our Gard That we commaund this traitor be conueyd Into the dungeon vnderneath our Tower There let him rest vntil he be resolu'd What further we intend which to vnderstand We will Renuchio repaire to vs Iul. O that I might your Maiestie entreate With clemencie to beutifie your seate Toward this Prince distrest by his desires Too many all too strong to captiuate Tan. This is the soundest safetie for a king To cut them off that vex or hinder him Iul. This haue I found the safetie of a king To spare the Subiects that do honor him Tan. Haue we been honourd by this leachers lust Iul. No but by this deuout submission Tan. Our fortune saies we must do what we may Iul This is praise-worth not to do what you may Tan. And may the Subiect countermaund the king Iul. No but intreat him Tan. What he shal decree Iul. What wisdom shall discern Iul. Nay what our word Shal best determine We wil not replie Thou knowest our mind our heart cannot be easd But with the slaughter of this Palurin The king hasteth into his Pallace Guis. O thou great God who from thy hiest throne Hast stooped down and felt the force of loue Bend gentle eares vnto the wofull mone Of me poore wretch to graunt that I require Help to perswade the same great God that he So farre remit his might and slack his fire From my deare Ladies kindled heart that she May heare my death without her hurt Her face wherein there is as cleere a light As in the rising moone let not her cheekes As red as is the partie-coloured rose Be paled with the newes hereof and so I yeeld my selfe my sillie soul and all To him for her for whom my death shall shew I liu'd and as I liu'd I dide her thrall Graunt this thou Thunderer this shal suffice My breath to vanish in the liquid skies Guizard is led to prison Chorus primus Who doth not know the fruits of Paris loue Nor vnderstand the end of Helens ioy He may behold the fatall ouerthrow Of Priams house and of the towne of Troy His death at last and her eternal shame For whom so many a noble knight was slaine So many a Duke so many a Prince of fame Bereft his life and left there in the plaine Medeas armed hand Elizas sword Wretched Leander drenched in the floud Phillis so long that waited for her Lord All these too dearly bought their loues with bloud Cho. 2. But he in vertue that his Lady serues Newils but what vnto her Honor longs He neuer from the rule of reason swarues He feeleth not the pangs ne raging throngs Of blind Cupid he liues not in despaire As done his seruants neither spends his daies In ioy and care vaine hope and throbbing feare But seekes alway what may his soueraine please In honor he that thus serues reapes the fruite Of his sweet seruice and no ielous dread Nor base suspect of ought to let his sute Which causeth oft the louers hart to bleed Doth fret his mind or burneth in his brest He wayleth not by day nor wakes by night When euery other liuing thing doth rest Nor findes his life or death within her sight Cho. 3. Remember thou in vertue serue therfore Thy chast Lady beware thou do not loue As whilom Venus did the faire Adonne But as Diana lou'd the Amazons sonne Through whose request the gods to him alone Restorde new life the twine that was vndone Was by the sisters twisted vp againe The loue of vertue in thy Ladies lookes The loue of vertue in her learned talke This loue yeelds matter for eternall bookes This loue intiseth him abroad to walke There to inuent and write new rondelaies Of learned conceit her fancies to allure To vaine delights such humors he allaies And sings of vertue and her garments pure Cho. 4. Desire not of thy Soueraigne the thing Whereof shame may ensue by any meane Nor wish thou ought that may dishonor bring So whilom did the learned Tuscan serue His faire Lady and glory was their end Such are the praises Louers done deserue Whose seruice doth to vertue and honor tend Finis Actus 4. Composuit Ch. Hat Actus 5. Scaena 1. Renuchio commeth out of the Pallace Renu. OH cruel fate oh miserable chaunce Oh dire aspect of hateful destinies Oh wo may not be told suffic'd it not That I should see and with these eyes behold So foule so bloody and so base a deede But more to aggrauate the heauie cares Of my perplexed mind must onelie I Must I alone be made the messenger That must deliuer to her Princelie eares Such dismall newes as when I shal disclose I know it cannot but abridge her daies As when the thunderer and three forked fire Rent through the cloudes by Ioues almighty power Breakes vp the bosom of our mother earth And burnes her heart before the heat be felt In this distresse whom should I most bewaile My woe that must be made the messenger Of these vnworthie and vnwelcome newes Or shall I mone thy death O noble Earle Or shal I still lament the heauie hap That yet O Queene attends thy funeral Cho. 1. What mones be these Renuchio is this Salerne I see Doth here king Tancred hold the awful crown Is this the place where ciuill people be Or do the sauage Scythians here abound Cho. 2. What mean these questiōs whether tend thes words Resolue vs maidens release our fears What euer newes thou bring'st discouer them Deteine vs not in this suspicious dread The thought whereof is greater then the woe Renu. O whither may I cast