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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

gibbrish tell me honestly Where the Cause lies and give a Remedy And that with speed or in despight of Art Of Nature you and all your heavenly motions I le recollect so much of life into me As shall give space to see you tortur'd Some body told me that a Bath of mans blood Would restore me Christians shall pay for 't Fetch the Bishop hither he shall begin Cosm. Hee 's gone for King What 's my disease 1. Phys. My Lord you are poyson'd King I told thee so my selfe and told thee how But what 's the reason that I have no helpe The Coffers of my Treasury are full Or if they were not tributary Christians Bring in sufficient store to pay your fees If that you gape at 2. Phys. Wilt please your Highnesse then to take this Cordiall Gold never truely did you good till now King 'T is gone 2. Phys. My Lord it was the perfectst tincture Of Gold that ever any Art produc'd With it was mixt a true rare Quintessence Extracted out of Orientall Bezar And with it was dissolv'd the Magisteriall Made of the Horne Armenia so much boasts of Which though dull Death had usurp't Natures right Is able to create new life agen King Why does it good on men and not on Kings We have the selfe-same passages for Nature With mortall men our pulses beate like theirs We are subject unto passions as they are I finde it now but to my griefe I finde Life stands not with us on such ticklish points What is 't because we are Kings Life takes it leave With greater state No no the envious gods Maligne our happinesse Oh that my breath had power With my last words to blast their Deities 1. Phys. The Cordiall that you tooke requires rest For healths sake good my Lord repose your selfe King Yes any thing for health draw round the Curtaines Dam. Wee 'le watch by him whilst you two doe consult 1. Phys. VVhat guesse you by that Vrine 2. Phys. Surely death 1. Phys. Death certaine without contradiction For though the Vrin be a whore and lies Yet where I finde her in all parts agree VVith other Symtomes of apparent death I le give her faith Pray Sir doe but marke These blacke Hypostacies it plainely shewes Mortification generally through the spirits And you may finde the Pulse to shew as much By his uncertainty of time and strength 2. Phys. VVe finde the spirits often suffisticated By many accidents but yet not mortified A sudden feare will doe it 1. Phys. Very right But there 's no malitious humour mixt As in the King sir you must understand A Scorpion stung him now a Scorpion is A small compacted creature in whom Earth Hath the predominance but mixt with fire So that in him Saturne and Mars doe meet This little Creature hath his severall humours And these their excrements these met together Enflam'd by anger made a deadly poison And by how much the creatures body 's lesse By so much is the force of venome more As Lightning through a windows Casement Hurts more than that which enters at the doore 2. Phys. But for the way to cure it 1. Phys. Know none Yet Ancient VVriters have prescrib'd us many As Theophrastus holds most excellent Diophoratick Medicines to expell Ill vapours from the noble parts by sweate But Avices and also Rabby Roses Doe thinke it better by provoking Vrin Since by the Urine blood may well be purg'd And spirits from the blood have nutriment But for my part I ever held opinon In such a case the ventosies are best 2 Phys. They are indeed and they doe farre exceede 1 Phys. All the great curious Cataphlasmes Or the live taile of a deplum'd Henne Or your hot Pigeons or your quartered Whelpes For they by a meere forc'd attractive power Retaine that safely which by force was drawne Whereas the other things I nam'd before Doe lose their vertue as they lose their heat 2 Phys. The ventosies shall be our next intensions Anton. Pray Gentlemen attend his Highnesse King Your next intentions be to drowne your selves Dogge-leaches all I see I am not mortall For I with patience have thus long endur'd Beyond the strength of all mortality But now the thrice heate furnace of my bosome Disdaineth bounds doe not I scorch you all Goe goe you are all but prating Mountebankes Quacksalvers and Imposures get you all from me 2 Phys. These Ventosies my Lord will give you ease King A vengeance on thy Ventosies and thee Enter Eugenius Anton. The Bishop Sir is come King Christian thy blood Must give me ease and helpe Eugen. Drinke then thy fill None of the Fathers that begot sweet Physick That Divine Lady comforter to man Invented such a medicine as mans blood A drinke so pretious should not be so spilt Take mine and heaven pardon you the guilt King A Butcher see his throat cut Eugen. I am so farre from shrinking that mine owne hands Sall bare my throat and am so farre from wishing Ill to you that mangle me that before My blood shall wash these Rushes King I will cure thee 1. Phys. You cure him King Speak on fellow Eug. If I doe not Restore your limbes to soundnesse drive the poyson From the infected part study your tortures To teare me peece-meale yet be kept alive King Oh reverent man come neare me worke this wonder Aske gold honours any any thing The sublunary treasures of this world Can yeeld and they are thine Eug. I will doe nothing without a recompence King A royall one Omnes Name what you would desire King Stand by you trouble him A recompence can my Crowne buy thee take it Reach him my Crowne and plant it on his head Eug. No here 's my bargaine King Quickly oh speake quickly Off with the good-mans Irons Eug. Free all those Christians which are now thy slaves In all thy Cittadels Castles Fortresses Those in Bellanna and Mersaganna Those in Alempha and in Hazaneth Those in thy Gallies those in thy Iayles and Dungeons King Those any where my Signet take my Signet And free all on your lives free all the Christians What dost thou else desire Eug. This that thy selfe trample upon thy Pagan gods Omnes Sir King Away Eug. Wash your soule white by wading in the streame Of Christian gore King I will turne Christian Dam. Better wolves worry this accursed King Better Have Bandogs worry all of you than I To languish in a torment that feedes on me As if the Furies bit me I le turne Christian And if I doe not let the Thunder pay My breach of promise cure me good old man And I will call thee father thou shalt have A King come kneeling to thee every Morning To take a blessing from thee and to heare thee Salute him as a Sonne When when is this wonder Eug. Now you are well Sir King Ha! Eug. Has your paine left you King Yes see else Damianus Antony Cosmo I am well Omnes He does it by inchantment 1. Phys. By