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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

my lookes to heauen Black pitchy clouds from thence rain down reuenge The earth shal I behold stainde with the gore Of his heart bloud that dide most innocent Which way so ere I turn mine eyes me thinks His butchered corps stands staring in my face Cho. 3. We humbly pray thee to forbear these words So ful of terror to our mayden hearts The dread of things vnknown breedes the suspect Of greater dread vntil the worst be knowen Tel therfore what hath chaunst and whereunto This bloudy cup thou holdest in thy hand Renu. Since so is your request that I shal doe Although my mind so sorrowful a thing Repines to tell and though my voice eschewes To say what I haue seene yet since your will So fixed stands to heare for what I rue Your great desires I shall herein fulfill First by Salerne Citie amids the plaine There stands a hil whose bottom huge and round Throwen out in breadth a large space doth contain And gathering vp in height small from the grounde Stil lesse and lesse it mounts there sometime was A goodly towre vpreard that flowrde in fame While fate and fortune seru'd but time doth passe And with his sway suppresseth all the same For now the walles be euened with the plaine And all the rest so fowly lies defast As but the only shade doth there remaine Of that which there was built in time forepast And yet that shewes what worthy work tofore Hath there been reard one parcel of that towre Yet stands which eating time could not deuoure A strong turret compact of stone and rock Hugie without but horrible within To passe to which by force of handy stroke A crooked straite is made that enters in And leades into this vgly loathsome place Within the which carued into the ground A deep dungeon there runnes of narrow space Dreadful and darke where neuer light is found Into this hollow caue by cruel hest Of king Tancred were diuers seruants sent To worke the horror of his furious brest Earst nourisht in his rage and now sterne bent To haue the same performde I woful man Amongst the rest was one to do the thing That to our charge so straitly did belong In sort as was commanded by the king Within which dreadful prison when we came The noble Countie Palurin that there Lay chain'd in giues fast fettered in his bolts Out of the darke dungeon we did vpreare And hal'd him thence into a brighter place That gaue vs light to worke our tyrannie But when I once beheld his manly face And saw his cheare no more appauld with feare Of present death then he whom neuer dread Did once amate my heart abhorred then To geue consent vnto so foul a deede That wretched death should reaue so worthy a man On false fortune I cride with lowd complaint That in such sort ouerwhelmes nobilitie But he whom neuer griefe ne feare could taint With smiling cheare himselfe oft willeth me To leaue to plaine his case or sorrow make For him for he was far more glad apaide Death to imbrace thus for his Ladies sake Then life or all the ioyes of life he said For losse of life quoth he greeues me no more Then losse of that which I esteemed least My Ladies griefe least she should rue therefore Is all the cause of griefe within my brest He praid therfore that we would make report To her of those his last words he would say That though he neuer could in any sort Her gentlenes requite nor neuer lay Within his power to serue her as he would Yet she possest his heart with hand and might To doe her all the honor that he could This was to him of all the ioyes that might Reuiue his heart the chiefest ioy of al That to declare the faithfull heart which he Did beare to her fortune so wel did fall That in her loue he should both liue and die After these words he staid and spake no more But ioyfully beholding vs each one His words and cheare amazed vs so sore That stil we stoode when forthwith thereupon But why slack you quoth he to do the thing For which you come make speed and stay no more Performe your masters will now tel the king He hath his life for which he long'd so sore And with those words himselfe with his own hand Fastned the bands about his neck The rest Wondring at his stout heart astonied stand To see him offer thus himselfe to death What stony brest or what hard heart of flint Would not relent to see this dreery sight So goodly a man whom death nor fortunes dint Could once disarme murdred with such despite And in such sort bereft amidst the flowers Of his fresh yeares that ruthfull was to seene For violent is death when he deuoures Yong men or virgins while their yeares be green Lo now our seruants seeing him take the bands And on his neck himselfe to make them fast Without delay set to their cruel hands And sought to worke their fierce intent with hast They stretch the bloudy bands and when the breth Began to faile his brest they slackt againe Thrise did they pull and thrise they losed him So did their hands repine against their hearts And oft times losed to his greater paine But date of death that fixed is so fast Beyond his course there may no wight extend For strangled is this noble Earle at last Bereft of life vnworthy such an end 〈◊〉 O dāned deed Ren. What deem you this to be Al the sayd newes that I haue to vnfould Is here think you end of the crueltie That I haue seen Chor. Could any heauier woe Be wrought to him then to destroy him so Ren. What think you this outrage did end so well The horror of the fact the greatest griefe The massaker the terror is to tell Cho. Alack what could be more they threw percase The dead body to be deuourd and torne Of the wild beasts Renu. Would God it had been cast a sauage praie To beasts and birds but lo that dreadfull thing Which euen the tyger would not work but to Suffice his hunger that hath the tyrant king Withouten ruth commaunded vs to doe Onely to please his wrathfull heart withal Happy had been his chance too happy alas If birdes or beasts had eaten vp his corps Yea heart and all within this cup I bring And am constrained now vnto the face Of his deare Ladie to present the same Chor. What kind of crueltie is this you name Declare foorthwith and wherunto doth tend This farther plaint Ren. After his breath was gone Forced perforce thus from his panting brest Straight they dispoiled him and not alone Contented with his death on the dead corps Which rauenous beasts forbeare to lacerate Euen vpon this our villens fresh begunne To shew new crueltie foorthwith they pearce His naked bellie and vnript it so That out the bowels gusht who can rehearse Their tyrannie wherwith my heart yet bleedes The warme entralles