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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
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