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The noble king of Portugal we found,
Wrapt in his colours coldly on the earth,
And done to death with many a mortal wound.
MULY MAH. SETH. Lo, here, my lords ! this is
the earth and clay
Of him that erst was mighty king of Portugal;
There let him lie, and you for this be free
To make return from hence to Christendom.
* * * * Enter Two bringing in the Moor.
ONE. Long live the mighty king of Barbary 1
Mully MAH. SETH. Welcome, my friend; what
body hast thou there?
ONE. The body of the ambitious enemy,
That squander'd all this blood in Africa,
Whose malice sent so many souls to hell,
The traitor Muly Mahamet do I bring,
And for thy slave I throw him at thy feet.
MULY MAH. SETH. Zareo, give this man a rich
And thanked be the god of just revenge,
That he hath given our foe into our hands,
Beastly, unarmed, slavish, full of shame:
But say, how came this traitor to his end ?
ONE. Seeking to save his life by shameful flight,
He mounteth on a hot Barbarian horse,
And so in purpose to have pass'd the stream,
His headstrong steed throws him from out his seat;
Where, diving oft for lack of skill to swim, f
It was my chance alone to see him drown'd,
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Whom by the heels I dragg'd from out the pool,
And hither have him brought thus fil'd with mud.
MULY MAH. SETH. A death too good for such a
damned wretch :
But sith our rage and rigour of revenge
By violence of his end prevented is,
That all the world may learn by him to avoid
To hale on princes to injurious war,
His skin we will be parted from his flesh,
And being stiffen'd out and stuft with straw,
So to deter and fear the lookers on
From any such foul fact or bad attempt;
Away with him.
And now, my lords, for this Christian king:
My lord Zareo, let it be your charge -
To see the soldiers tread a solemn march,
Trailing their pikes and ensigns on the ground,
So to perform the princes' funerals.”
Here endeth the tragical battle of Alcazar.
The Device of the Pageant borne before Woolstone Diri, Lord Maior of the Citie of London. An. 1585. October 29. Imprinted at London by Eduard Allde. 1585. 4to.
This unique tract is preserved in a volume of Pageants and Triumphs, bequeathed to the Bodleian Library by Mr. Gough. It was formerly in the possession of Dr. Farmer, who has written the following note within the cover:
“This is probably the only copy remaining. It was given up to me as a favour, at Mr. West's auction, for eight shillings. I have seen a fine wooden print of Sir Wolstan at Christ's Hospital. R. Farmer.”
Sir Wolstan Dixie was the fourth son of Thomas Dixie, whose eldest son Richard was the ancestor of the Baronets of that name. Sir Wolstan was Lord Mayor of London in 1585; and was twice married: first to Agnes, daughter of Walkedon, and secondly to Ann, daughter and co-heiress of Sir Christopher Draper, Knight, who survived him and re-married Sir William Hickman. Having attained the age of sixty-nine, Sir Wolstan Dixie was buried in the church of St. Michael, Bassingshaw, and bequeathed his estate of Bosworth in Leicestershire to his great nephew Sir Wolstan Dixie, father of the first Baronet.— Kimber's Baronetage, vol. II. p. 66.
Stowe records fifteen benefactions by him, among the “honourable acts of citizens.”
A speech spoken by him that rid on a luzern" before
the Pageant, apparelled like a Moor.
FROM where the sun doth settle in his wain,
And yokes his horses to his fiery cart,
And in his way gives life to Ceres' corn,
Even from the parching zone, behold, I come,
A stranger, strangely mounted, as you see,
Seated upon a lusty luzern's back;
And offer to your honour, good my lord,
This emblem thus in show significant.
Lo, lovely London, rich and fortunate,
Fam'd through the world for peace and happiness,
Is here advanc'd, and set in highest seat,
Beautified throughly as her state requires
First, over her a princely trophy stands,
Of beaten gold, a rich and royal arms,
Whereto this London ever more bequeaths
Service of honour and of loyalty.