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A12127	The martyr'd souldier as it was sundry times acted with a generall applause at the Private House in Drury lane, and at other publicke theaters. By the Queenes Majesties servants. The author H. Shirley Gent.	Shirley, Henry, d. 1627.; Kirke, John, d. 1643.	1638 (1638)	STC 22435; ESTC S117303	36,553	80

With spoiles to lay them at your feet What lives the Sword spar'd serve to grace your Tryumph Till from your lips they have the doome of death King What are they Hub. Christians and their Chiefe a Church-man Eugenius Bishop of Carthage and with him Seven hundred Captives more all Christians King Hold Death let me alittle taste these joyes Then take me ravisht hence glad mine eyes Hubert VVith the victorious Boy Hub. Your Starre comes shining Exit Hubert King Lift me a little higher yet more Doe the Immortall Powers powre blessings downe And shall I not returne them Omnes See they come A Flourish Enter Henricke the Prince Bellizarius Hubert leading Eugenius in Chaines with other Prisoners and Souldiers King I have now liv'd my full time Tell me my Henricke thy brave successe That my departing soule May with the story blesse another world And purchase me a passage Hen. Oh great Sir All we have done dyes here if that you dye And heaven before too prodigall to us Shedding beames over-glorious on our heads Is now full of Eclipses King No boy thy presence Has fetcht life home to heare thee Hen. Then Royall Father thus Before our Troopes had reacht the Affrick bounds Wearied with tedious Marches and those dangers Which waite on glorious Warre the Affricans A farre had heard our Thunder whilst their earth Did feele an earth-quake in the peoples feares Before our Drummes came neare them yet spight of terrour They fortifi'd their Townes cloathed all their fields With warres best bravery armed Souldiers At this we made a stand for their bold troopes Affronted us with steele dar'd us to come on And nobly fierd our resolution King So hasten there 's in me a battaile too Be quicke or I shall fall Hen. Fore-fend it heaven Now Bellizarius come here stand just here And on him I beseech you fixe your eye For you have much to pay to this brave man Hub. Nothing to me Hen. I le give you him in wonder Hub. Hang him out in a painted cloth for a monster Bel. My Lord wrong not your selfe to throw on me The honours which are all yours Hub. Is he the Divell All Bel. Cast not your eyes on me Sir but on him And seale this to your soule never had King A Sonne that did to his Crowne more honours bring Hen. Stay Bellizarius I 'me too true to honour To scant it in the blazing though to thee All that report can render leaves thee yet Hub. A brave man you are so too you both fought And I stood idle Hen. No Sir Hub. Here 's your battaile then and here 's your conquest What need such a coyle Bel. Yet Hubert it craves more Arethmaticke Than in one figure to be found King Hubert thou art too busie Hub. So was I in the battaile King Prethee peace Hen. The Almarado was on poynt to sound But then a Herald from their Tents flew forth Being sent to question us for what we came And which I must confesse being all on fire We cryed for warre and death Backe rode the Herald As lightning had persu'd him but the Captaines Thinking us tir'd with marching did conceive Rest would make difficult what easie now Quicke charge might drive us too So like a storme beating upon a wood of lusty Pines Which though they shake they keepe their footing fast Our Pikes their horses stood hot was the day In which whole fields of men were swept away As by sharpe Sithes are cut the golden corne And in as short time it was this mans sword Hew'd wayes to danger and when danger met him He charm'd it thence and when it grew agen He drove it backe agen till at the length It lost the field foure long houres this did hold In which more worke was done than can be told Bel. But let me tell your Father how the first feather That Victory her selfe pluckt from her wings Shee stucke it in your Burgonet Hub. Brave still Hen. No Bellizarius thou canst guild thy honours Horne from the reeking breasts of Affricans When I aloft stood wondering at those Acts Thy sword writ in the battaile which were such Would make a man a souldier but to read 'em Hub. And what to read mine is my booke claspt up Bel. No it lyes open where in Texed letters read Each Pioner that your unseason'd valour Had thrice ingag'd our fortunes and our men Beyond recovery had not this arme redeem'd you Hub. Yours Bel. For which your life was lost for doing more Than from the Generals mouth you had command Hub. You fill my praise with froth as Tapsters fill Their cut-throat Cans where give me but my due I did as much as you or you or any Bel. Any Hub. Yes none excepted Bel The Prince was there Hub. And I was there since you draw one another I will turne Painter too and draw my selfe Was it not I that when the maine Battalia Totter'd and foure great squadrons put to rout Then reliev'd them and with this arme this sword And this affronting brow put them to flight Chac'd 'em slew thousands tooke some few and drag'd 'em As slaves tyed to my saddle bow with Halters Hen. Yes Sir 't is true but as he sayes your fury Left all our maine Battalia welnigh lost For had the foe but re-inforc't againe Our Courages had beene seiz'd any Ambuskado Cut you and your rash troopes off if Hub. What if Envy not honour still inferres these ifs It thriv'd and I returnd with victory Bel. You Hub. I Bellizarius I I found your troopes Reeling and pale and ready to turne Cowards But you not in the head when I brave sir Charg'd in the Reere and shooke their battaile so The Fever never left them till they fell I puld the Wings up drew the rascals on Clapt 'em and cry'd follow follow this is the hand First toucht the Gates this foote first tooke the City This Christian Church-man snacht I from the Altar And fir'd the Temple 't was this sword was sheath'd In panting bosomes both of young and old Fathers sonnes mothers virgins wives and widowes Like death I havocke cryed so long till I Had left no monuments of life or buildings But these poore ruins what these brave Spirits did Was like to this I must confesse 't is true But not beyond it King You have done nobly all Nor let the Generall thinke I foyle his worth In that I raise this forward youth so neare Those honours he deserves from Genzericke For he may live to serve my Henrick thus And growing vertue must not want reward You both allow these deedes he so much boasts of Hen. Yes but not equall to the Generals King The spoyles they equally shall both divide The Generall chuse 't is his prerogative Bellizarius be Vicegerent over all Those conquerd parts of Affrick we call ours Hubert the Master of my Henricks Horse And President of what the Goths possesse Let this our last will stand Bel. We are richly paid Hub. Who earnes

meere Witch-craft Eug. Thy payment for my cure King What Eug. To turne Christian And set all Christian slaves at liberty King I le hang and torture all Call backe the Messenger sent with our Signet For thy selfe thou foole should I allow Thee life thou wouldst be poyson'd by our Colledge of Physitians let him not touch me Nor ever more come neare me and to be sure Thy sorceries shall not strike me stone him to death They binde him to a stake and fetch stowes in Baskets Omnes When King Now here presently Eugen. Ingratefull man King Dispatch his voyce is horrid in our eares Kill him hurle all and in him kill my feares Eug. I would thy feares were ended King Why thus delay you Dam. The stones are soft as spunges Anton. Not any stone here Can raze his skin Dam. See Sir Cosm. More Conjuring Eug. Thankes havenly preservation King Mockt by a hell-hound Omnes This must not be endur'd Sir King Unbinde the wretch Naile him to the earth with Irons Cannot death strike him New studied tortures shall Eug. New tortures bring They all to me are but a banquetting Exit Anton. But are you well indeed Sir King Passing well Though my Physitian fetcht the cure from hell All 's one I am glad I have it Exeunt ACTUS QUARTUS Enter Antony Cosmo Hubert and Damianus Anton. You noble Hubert are the men chosen out From all our Vandal Leaders to be chiefe O're a new Army which the King will raise To roote out from our land these Christians That over-runne us Cosm, 'T is a glory Hubert Will raise your fame and make you like our gods To please whom you must doe this Dam. And in doing Be active as the fire and mercilesse As is the boundlesse Ocean when it swallows Whole Townes and of them leaves no Monument Hub. When shall mine eyes be happy in the sight Of this brave Pagentry Cos. The King sayes instantly Hub. And must I be the Generall Omnes Onely you Hub. I shall not then at my returning home Have sharers in my great acts to the Volume My Sword in bloody Letters shall text downe No Name must stand but mine no leafe turn'd o're But Huberts workes are read and none but mine Bellizarius shall not on his Clouds of fire Fly flaming round about the staring World Whilst I creepe on the earth Flatter me not Am I to goe indeed Ant. The King so sweares Hub. A Kings word is a Statute graven in Brasse And if he breakes that Law I will in Thunder Rouze his cold spirit I long to ride in Armour And looking round about me to see nothing But Seas and shores the Seas of Christians blood The shoares tough Souldiers Here a wing flies out Soaring at Victory here the maine Battalia Comes up with as much horrour and hotter terrour As if a thick-growne Forrest by enchantment Were made to move and all the Trees should meete Pell mell and rive their beaten bulkes in sunder As petty Towers doe being flung downe by Thunder Pray thanke the King and tell him I am ready To cry a Charge tell him I shall not sleepe Till that which wakens Cowards trembling with feare Startles me and sends brave Musick to mine eare And that 's the Drumme and Trumpet Ant. This shall be told him Dam. And all the Goths and Vandalls shall strike Heaven With repercussive Ecchoes of your name Crying a Hubert Hub. Deafe me with that sound A Souldier though he falls in the Field lives crown'd Cos. Wee 'le to the King and tell him this Exeunt Enter Bellina Hub. Doe Oh my Bellina If ever make me happy now now tye Strong charmes about my full-plum'd Burgonet To bring me safe home I must to the Warres Bel. What warres we have no warres but in our selves We fighting with our sinnes our sinnes with us Yet they still get the victory who are in Armes That you must to the Field Hub. The Kings Royall thoughts Are in a mutiny amongst themselves And nothing can allay them but a slaughter A generall massacre of all the Christians That breath in his Dominion I am the Engine To worke this glorious wonder Bel. Fore-fend it Heaven Last time you sate by me within my bower I told you of a Pallace wall'd with gold Hub. I doe remember it Bel. The floore of sparkling Diamonds and the roofe Studded with Starres shining as bright as fire Hub. True Bel. And I told you one day I would shew you A path should bring you thither Hub. You did indeed Bel. And will you now neglect a lease of this To lye in a cold field a field of murder Say thou shouldst kill ten thousand Christians They goe but as Embassadors to Heaven To tell thy cruelties and on you Battlements They all will stand on rowes laughing to see Thee fall into a pit as bottomlesse As the Heavens are in extension infinite Hub. More prethee more I had forgot this Musick Bel. Say thou shouldst win the day yet art thou lost For ever lost an everlasting slave Though thou com'st home a laure'ld Conquerour You courted me to love you now I woe thee To love thy selfe to love a thing within thee More curious than the frame of all this world More lasting than this Engine o're our heads Whose wheeles have mov'd so many thousand yeeres This thing is thy soule For which I woe thee Hub. Thou-woest I yeeld and in that yeelding love thee And for that love I le be the Christians guide I am their Captaine come both Goth and Vandall Nay come the King I am the Christians Generall Bel. Not yet till your Commission be faire drawne Not yet till on your brow you beare the Print Of a rich golden seale Hub. Get me that seale then Bel. There is an Aqua fortis an eating water Must first wash off thine infidelity And then th' art arm'd Hub. O let me then be arm'd Bel. Thou shalt But on thy knees thou gently first shalt sweare To put no Armour on but what I beare Hub. By this chaste clasping of our hands I sweare Bel. We then thus hand in hand will fight a battaile Worth all the pitch-fields all the bloody banquets The slaughter and the massacre of Christians Of whom such heapes so quickly never fell Brave on set be thy end not terrible Hub. This kindled fire burne in us till as deaths slaves Our bodies pay their tributes to their graves Exeunt Enter Clowne and two Pagans Clow. Come fellow Pagans death meanes to fare well to day for he is like to have rost-meate to his supper two principall dishes many a Knight keepes a worse Table First a brave Generall Carbonadoed then a fat Bishop broyl'd whose Rochet comes in fryed for the second course according to the old saying A plumpe greazie Prelate fries a fagot daintily 1. Pag. Oh the Generall Bellizarius for my money hee has a fiery spirit too hee will roast soakingly within and without Clow. Methinks Christians make the bravest Bonefires of any