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Go, lords, and follow to the famous war
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;
Enter DoN DE MEN Ysis, Governor of Tangier, with his company, speaking to the captain.
CAP. Lord Governor, we are in readiness
ANOTHER CAP. But when arrives this brave
To knit his forces with this manly Moor,
Whose princely face, that's* like the summer's sun,
* 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,
MooR. O brave Sebastian, noble Portugal,
* chambers] i.e. small pieces of cannon.