ABDILM. Zareo, hear our resolution ; And toward Arzil will we take our way. If then our enemy will balk our force, In God's name let him, it will be his best; But if he level at Alcazar walls, Then beat him back with bullets as thick as hail, And make him know and rue his oversight, That rashly seeks the ruin of this land. [Exeunt. Enter SEBASTIAN King of Portugal, the DUKE of AVERO, STUKELEY, and others. SEB. Why, tell me, lords, why left ye Portugal, And cross'd the seas with us to Barbary? Was it to see the country and no more, Or else to fly† before ye were assail❜d ? argolets] See note Should slack in such an act of consequence: We come to fight, and fighting vow to die, Sends messages to counsel quietness, You stand amaz'd, and think it sound advice, Should be confounded, were it ten times more. AVERO. So well become these words a kingly mouth, That are of force to make a coward fight; But when advice and prudent foresight Is joined with such magnanimity, Trophies of victory and kingly spoils Adorn his crown, his kingdom, and his fame. HERC. We have descried upon the mountain tops A hugy company of invading Moors; And they, my lord, as thick as winter's hail Enter [the Moor] MULY MAHAMET. MOOR. Behold, thrice noble lord, uncall'd I come, To counsel where necessity commands; And honour of undoubted victory Makes me exclaim upon this dastard flight. But know, O king, and you, thrice valiant lords, To leave the traitor helpless in the fight, That doth usurp the crown with tyranny. SEB. Captains, you hear the reasons of the king, Which so effectually have pierc'd mine ears, That I am fully resolute to fight; * foreslow] i. e. delay. + let] i. e. hinder. And who refuseth now to follow me, Let him be ever counted cowardly. AVE. Shame be his share that flies when kings do fight! Avero lays his life before your feet. STUк. For my part, lords, I cannot sell my blood Dearer than in the company of kings. [Exeunt. Manet MULY MAHAMET [the Moor.] MOOR. Now have I set these Portugals a work, Fiends, fairies,* hags that fight in beds of steel, Though it be seal'd and honour'd with my blood, Ride, Nemesis, ride in thy fiery cart, And sprinkle gore amongst these men of war, May honour thee with sacrifice of death ; The mangled body of that traitor king, That scorns the power and force of Portugal : Such tortures as usurpers feel below; Pin'd let him be with Tantalus' endless thirst, Damn❜d let him be, damn'd, and condemn'd to bear [Exit. ACTUS V.t Enter the PRESENTER before the last dumb show, and speaketh. Ill be to him that so much ill bethinks; And ill betide this foul ambitious Moor, Whose wily trains with smoothest course of speech Havet tied and tangled in a dangerous war The fierce and manly king of Portugal. [Lightning and thunder. Now throw the heavens forth their lightning flames, And thunder over Afric's fatal fields: Blood will have blood, foul murder scape no scourge. Enter FAME, like an angel, and hangs the crowns upon a tree. At last descendeth Fame, as Iris Tityus'] Old copy "Tisons." + In the old copy the Act is not marked here. Have] Old copy "hath." |