Go, lords, and follow to the famous war
Your king, and be his fortune such in all
As he intends to manage arms in right.
[Exeunt [King and train.]

Manent STUKELEY and ANoTHER.

STUK. Sit fast, Sebastian, and in this work God and good men labour for Portugal: For Spain, disguising with a double face, Flatters thy youth and forwardness, good king: Philip, whom some call the Catholic king, I fear me much thy faith will not be firm, But disagree with thy profession. THE oth ER. What then shall of these men of war become, Those numbers that do multiply in Spain? STUK. Spain hath a vent for them and their supplies: The Spaniard ready to embark himself, Here gathers to a head; but all too sure Flanders, I fear, shall feel the force of Spain. Let Portugal fare as he may or can, Spain means to spend no powder on the Moors. The oth ER. If kings do dally so with holy oaths, The heavens will right the wrongs that they sustain: Philip, if these forgeries be in thee, Assure thee, king, 'twill light on thee at last; And when proud Spain hopes soundly to prevail, The time may come that thou and thine shall fail. [Exeunt. Enter ABDILMELEc, MULY MAHAMET SETH, ZAREo, and their train.

ABDILM. The Portugal, led with deceiving hope, Hath rais'd his power, and receiv'd our foe With honourable welcomes and regard, And left his country bounds, and hither bends In hope to help Mahamet to a crown, And chase us hence, and plant this Negro Moor, That clads himself in coat of hammer'd steel To heave us from the honour we possess. But, for I have myself a soldier been, I have, in pity to the Portugal, Sent secret messengers to counsel him. As for the aid of Spain, whereof they hop'd, We have dispatch'd our letters to their prince, To crave that in a quarrel so unjust, He that entitled is the Catholic king, Would not assist a careless Christian prince. And, as by letters we are let to know, Our offer of the seven holds we made He thankfully receives with all conditions, Differing in mind far from all his words And promises to king Sebastian, As we would wish, or you, my lords, desire.

ZAREo. What resteth then but Abdilmelec may Beat back this proud invading Portugal, And chastise this ambitious Negro Moor With thousand deaths for thousand damned deeds 2

ABDILM. Forward, Zareo, and ye manly Moors.

Sebastian, see in time unto thyself;
If thou and thine misled do thrive amiss,
Guiltless is Abdilmelec of thy blood. [Exeunt.

Enter DoN DE MEN Ysis, Governor of Tangier, with his company, speaking to the captain.

Gov. Captain,
We have received letters from the king,
That with such signs and arguments of love
We entertain the king of Barbary,
That marcheth toward Tangier with his men,
The poor remainders of those that fled from Fesse,
When Abdilmelec got the glorious day,
And stall'd himself in his imperial throne.

CAP. Lord Governor, we are in readiness
To welcome and receive this hapless king,
Chas'd from his land by angry Amurath;
And if the right rest in this lusty Moor,
Bearing a princely heart unvanquishable,
A noble resolution then it is
In brave Sebastian our Christian king,
To aid this Moor with his victorious arms,
Thereby to propagate religious truth,
And plant his springing praise in Africa.

ANOTHER CAP. But when arrives this brave

Sebastian,

To knit his forces with this manly Moor,
That both in one, and one in both may join
In this attempt of noble consequence 2
Our men of Tangier long to see their king,

Whose princely face, that's* like the summer's sun,
Glads all these hither parts of Barbary.
Gov. Captains, he cometh hitherward amain,
Top and top-gallant, all in brave array:
The twenty-sixth day of June he left
The bay of Lisbon, and with all his fleet
At Cadiz happily he arriv'd in Spain
The eighth of July, tarrying for the aid
That Philip king of Spain had promised:
And fifteen days he there remain’d aboard,
Expecting when this Spanish force would come,
Nor stept ashore as he were going still:
But Spain that meant and minded nothing less,
Pretends a sudden fear and care to keep
His own from Amurath's fierce invasion,
And to excuse his promise to our king;
For which he storms as great Achilles erst
Lying for want of wind in Aulis’t gulf,
And hoiseth up his sails and anchors weighs,
And hitherward he comes, and looks to meet
This manly Moor, whose case he undertakes.
Therefore go we to welcome and receive, t
With cannon shot and shouts of young and old,
This fleet of Portugals and troop of Moors. [Exeunt.

* that's] Old copy “ that.”

# Aulis'] Old copy “Aldest.”

# Therefore go we to welcome and receive] Old copy “rescue.” But compare the line of the preceding page;

“To welcome and receive this hapless king.”

The trumpets sound, the chambers * are discharged: then enter [SEBAst 1AN] the king of Portugal, and the Moor, with all their train.

SEB. Muly Mahamet, king of Barbary,
Well met, and welcome to our town of Tangier,
After this sudden shock and hapless war.
Welcome, brave queen of Moors, repose thee here,
Thou and thy noble son; and soldiers all,
Repose you here in king Sebastian's town.
Thus far in honour of thy name and aid,
Lord Mahamet, we have adventured,
To win for thee a kingdom, for ourselves
Fame, and performance of those promises,
That in thy faith and royalty thou hast
Sworn to Sebastian king of Portugal,
And thrive it so with thee as thou dost mean,
And mean thou so as thou dost wish to thrive
And if our Christ for whom in chief we fight,
Hereby to enlarge the bounds of Christendom,
Favour this war, and, as I do not doubt,
Send victory to light upon my crest;
Brave Moor, I will advance thy kingly son,
And with a diadem of pearl and gold
Adorn thy temples and enrich thy head.

MooR. O brave Sebastian, noble Portugal,
Renown'd and honour'd ever mayst thou be,
Triumpher over those that menace thee!
The hellish prince, grim Pluto, with his mace