MOOR. A horse, a horse, villain, a horse! That I may take the river straight and fly. Boy. Here is a horse, my lord, As swiftly pac'd as Pegasus; Mount thee thereon, and save thyself by flight. MOOR. Mount me I will; but may I never pass The river, till I be reveng❜d upon Thy soul, accursed Abdilmelec, If not on earth, yet when we meet in hell: [Exit. Alarums: enter STUKELEY and two Italians. HERC. Stand, traitor, stand, ambitious English man, Proud Stukeley, stand, and stir not ere thou die. Thou shalt pay satisfaction with thy blood. STUK. Avaunt, base villains! twit ye me with shame Or infamy of this injurious war? When he that is the judge of right and wrong Determines battle as him pleaseth best. But sith my stars bode me this tragic end, Strike on, strike down this body to the earth, Whose mounting mind stoops to no feeble stroke. JONAS. Why suffer we this Englishman to live? [Stab him. Villain, bleed on, thy blood in channels run, And meet with those whom thou to death hast done. [Exeunt [Herc. and Jonas.] STUK. Thus Stukeley slain with many a deadly stab, Dies in these desert fields of Africa: Hark, friends! and with the story of my life On that brave bridge the bar that thwarts the Thames, Thus in my country carried long aloft, There like a lord famous Don Stukeley liv'd, A strife 'gan rise between his lord and me, From thence to this, to this hard exigent, To hear God Mars his drum, but he must march. And destinate to die in Afric here. Stukeley, the story of thy life is told; Here breathe thy last, and bid thy friends farewell :` And if thy country's kindness be so much, Then let thy country kindly ring thy knell. * Ostia] Old copy" Austria." Now go, and in that bed of honour die, Where brave Sebastian's breathless corse doth lie. Here ends Tom Stukeley's pilgrimage. [He dieth. Enter MULY MAHAMET SETH, and his train, with drums and trumpets. MULY MAH. SETH. Retreat is sounded through our camp, and now From battle's fury cease our conquering Moors. Now hast thou sit as in a trance, and seen His friends whom death and fates have* ta'en from thee. Lo, this was he that was the people's pride, Be buried and embalmed as is meet. ZAREO. We have, my lord, and rich rewards propos'd *have] Old copy "hath." A line seems to have dropped out here. For them that find the body of the king; For by those guard that had him in their charge MULY MAH. SETH. But of the traitorous Moor you hear no news That fled the field and sought to swim the ford? ZAREO. Not yet, my lord, but doubtless God will tell, And with his finger point out where he haunts. MULY MAH. SETH. So let it rest, and on this earth bestow This princely corse, till further for his funerals ZAREO. From him to thee as true succeeding prince, With all allegiance and with honour's types, In name of all thy people and thy land, We give this kingly crown and diadem. MULY MAH. SETH. We thank you all, and as my lawful right With God's defence and yours shall I keep. Enter two PORTUGALS with the body of the king. PORT. As gave your grace in charge, right royal prince, The fields and sandy plains we have survey'd, And even among the thickest of his lords |