A Larum for London, or The Siege of Antwerp

A Larum for London , or the siedge of Antwerpe : with the vertuous actes and valorous deedes of the same Soldier . Enter Sancto Danila and two other Captaines . Dani. SO , leaue me now , and in mine absence , see That not a Soldier pearch vpon the walles ; Least by the Citizens they be espyed , And thereupon they grow suspicious , Be gone , and giue the Centenels in charge , They haue an eye vnto the Southerne Port : And heare yee ? if that any forces come , Let them be straight receiu'd into the Castle , But with as little tumult as you may . Cap. It shall be done my Lord . Exeunt . Dan. We must be secret , as befits the care , And expedition of so great a cause ; Antwerpe is wealthy , but withall secure , Our Soldiers want the crownes they surfet with , And therefore she must spare from foorth her store , To helpe her neighbours ; nay she shall be forc't , To strip her of her pouches , and on the backes Of Spanish Soldiers , hang her costliest roabes . The plot already is determin'd of , And say Cornelius doe but keepe his word ; These swilling Epicures shall taste of death , Whilst we suruiue to rifle their rich Coffers . Enter Cornelius . Heere comes the man , welcome Cornelius , I see you make religion of your word . Cor. Speake softly good my Lord least yee be heard , The Cittizens are scouting heere about . Dan. Not one Gernelius dare approach so neere , The Castle shot keepes them in greater awe , And for discouery by the eye , feare not ; Within this valley we may talke at large , And no man see vs : say are you resolu'd , To stand firme friend vnto the Spaniard ? And Sancto Damla vowes you shall partake , Both spoyle and honour with the best of vs . Cor. Suppose my Lord I gaue you my consent , In all the world there 's not ( at my commaund ) Aboue sixe hundred Almaignes ; you your selfe , Are in the Castle scarce a thousand strong , And what are these to sacke so great a towne ? So populous and large as Antwerp is . The Citizens ( were they but polliticke , Carefull and studious to preserue their peace ) Might an houres warning , fill their streetes , With fortie thousand well appointed Soldiers . Dan. I , but they are remisse and negligent , Their bodies vs'd to soft effeminate silkes , And their nice mindes set all on dalliance ; Which makes them fat for slaughter , fit for spoile : But say t were otherwise that in their peace And daies of plenty , whilst they flourished They had fore-seene the daunger might ensue , And exercise themselues in feates of armes ; Yet wee being sole commaunder of the Castle , And that commaunding them , what let is there , ( Were we much weaker ) but we might preuaile ? When once the A larum soundes ( like silly mice ) They 'll hyde them in the creuice of their walles , And some for ignorance , will stand amaz'd ; And some will be so tender of their flesh , As they will scorne to beare the weight of steele , No , no braue Almaigne if men euer had A fit occasion to inrich themselues , And fill the vast world with their echoing fame ; Now is that instant put into our hands ; And now may we be Lords of this proude towne : My minde deuines no lesse , and till my feete Tread a venturous measure in their streetes , I shall be sicke to thinke vpon the deed . Cor. I wish my Lord as much as you detaine , But such an enterprise must be well grounded , Least in performance there be found defect . Dan. What patient eye can looke vpon yond Turrets , And see the beauty of that flower of Europe , And in 't be rauisht with the sight of her ? Oh she is amorous as the wanton ayre . And must be Courted : from her nostrils comes A breath , as sweete as the Arabian spice . Her garments are imbrodered with pure golde ; And euery part so rich and sumptuous , As Indias not to be compar'd to her , She must be Courted , mary her self inuites , And beckons vs vnto her sportfull bed ; What is he then more lumpish than rude Iron , By such a load-starre may not be attempted ? Oh braue Cornelius , if within thy vaines , There be that heate of vallout ? I presume ; Let vs for-slowe no time till wee obtaine To Reuell in that bower of earthly blisse . Cor. My Lord , what lyes in me yee shall dispose , My Regiment of Almaignes , and my selfe , Will on the first assault reuolt to you ; Meane space I le giue you close intelligence , Of any thing the Cittizens pretend : But as I said , what makes this to the spoile , Of such a might Citty as this is , Vnlesse we be confirm'd with more supply ? Dan. Beholde this scroule and be resolu'd in that , From Nastricht first there comes a thousand horse , Beside fiue hundred foote : vnder the guiding Of Don Alonzo de Verdugo : Then From Loyre doth Iulian de Romero , bring Fiue hundred foote ; From Aelst two thousand more Follow the conduct of Emanuell ; The Duke of Alua likewise brings his power , And for a better cullour , to delude These credulous inhabitants of Antwerpe , He causeth it be publisht he is dead , And that his Soldiers guard his body hyther , To haue it shipt for Spaine to be interd : Which well may serue to shaddow his approach , The rest by night shall haue their entraunce ; So that within two daies I make account , We shall be gathered to a perfect head , Of ( at the least ) sixe thousand Spaniards . Cor. I mary my Lord , this soundeth somewhat like , Now dares Cornelius promise victorie . But how intendes your Lordship to begin , And giue an entraunce to this busines ? You know th' Antwerpians neuer yet tooke part , In any action gainst his Maiesty , But haue remain'd as neutrall , neyther ayding The Prince of Orenge nor offending you : How will you then inkindle flambes of warre , And take occasion to commence your quarrell ? Dan. Why any way ; it shall be thus Cornelius , I le charge the Master Gunner of the Castle , To make a shot or two vpon the towne ; And when they come to know the cause of it , I le say it was , because they doe not sincke , The Prince of Orenge ships : but suffer them To lye so neere within the Lyuer Skalde , Which not withstanding , we precisely know , Doe houer there about , to no end else , But to safe conduct victuals to the towne . Yet this excuse will serue to cloake our hate , And shew some reason for what after follows . Cor. It cannot be but good my noble Lord , And shortly ( as their dayly custome is ) Changing the Gouernor and other Burgers , Intend a solemne banquet at the State-house . Euen then , and at that place , giue you direction , The Gunner take his Leuill , t will affright , And strike the greater terror to their soules . Dan. Enough , I le play them Musicke to their meate , And send such Reuellers into the roome , As some of them shall haue caroust their last , The most I craue , is that Cornelius Will be as constant as he hath profest . Cor. Once more my Lord I gage my hand with yours , And as he is a Soldier and a Knight , Cornelius vowes to be a friend to Spaine . Dan. I take thy word faire Knight , and backe againe Returne the like to thee ; both I and mine , For euer vow to loue and honour thee : Now breake we off our secret conference , And closely as we came vnto this place , So let vs circumspectly make retreate . Walke thou into the towne as if thou hadst But only come abroad to take the ayre . I to the Castle will with-draw my selfe Downe some backe way , and euer as we need , Be this our meeting place , till Antwerpe bleed . Cor. Farewell my Lord , Cornelius is agreed . Exeunt Enter Danila and the Gunner . Dan. What Ordinance haue you laden on that part : Gun . A Faulcon and two Harguebuz of Crocke . Dan. What telst thou me of Harguebuz of Crocke ? A poxe vpon your rascall squibs and crackers , Haue you been loading all this day till now , And come you with your Harguebuz of Crocke ? A plague vpon 't . Gun . My Lord , blame your direction : neuerthelesse , Not full assured of your Lordships pleasure , We haue rais'd the Cannons that came last from Harlam , And planted them this morning for the purpose . Dan. T was well aduis'd ; but Gunner for what part ? Gun . That 's as it please your Honour to direct , Dan. That 's for the State-house Gunner , where the Duch Sit swilling in the pride of their excesse ; Commend vs to them , tell them we haue sent Musicke to make them merry at theyr Feast : Goe bid thy full-mouth'd Cannon , much good doo 't them . Should we discharge some scuruie Culuering , They 'll thinke we are about some fire-worke , To make them sport with . For sure they fall a sleepe vpon full stomackes , Shoote me their State-house through both the sides , And tell them thou didst it for their health , To keepe them waking . Gun . I warrant you my Lord , I le peirce her sides , Or neuer thinke me worke-man whilst I liue . Exit . Dan. I will not stirre till I haue heard the shot . Goe light thy Linckstocke at some hellish brand , To send blacke vengeance to that hated towne ; Let euery corne of powder be a spirit , Thy mortall ayme as ominous as death , And neuer a splinter that the Bullet strikes , But let it prooue a very murdering piece , Amongst the Burgers at their Banqueting , To vomit horred plagues vpon them all . The peice discharges . There be thou like the Club of Hercules , Amongst the Bouzing Bacchanalian centures , To beate their Renish Cannes about their eares . A great screeke heard within . Good lucke I hope hark how the sodaine noyse In countring with the Cannons loude report , Stops his full mouth , with the reuerberate sound , And fils the circle of the emptie ayre . Enter two Burgers running . 1 Bur. The Shot what from the Castle questionlesse . 2 Bur. The smoke and the report may tell you so . 1 Bur. And certainly intended at our liues . 2 Bur. Call to the Gouernour . 1 Bur. Hee 's walking heere without the Castle stay : , The Cittizens haue sent me to demaund , On what occasion , or by whose commaundement , You haue discharg'd this shot vpon the towne ? Dan. At my commaund Sir , what is that to you ? 2 Bur. Then thy command ( I tell thee Sancto Danila ) Is deuilish and vnchristian ; Which passing through the State-house of the Cittie , Hath slaine three persons . Dan. Three froathy Renish fats that haue drunk dead , Or in their cuppes haue falne to cutting throates , And fearing that it would be nois'd abroad , To couer your foule Bestiall Gurmandize , Giue it out to be a shot sent from the Castle . 1 Bur. That men are slaine wee 'll not expostulate , But Gouernor , was it by your commaundement ? Dan. Tell me you men of Antwerpe , If you doe startle at a Cannons burst , Why suffer you the Prince of Orenge Ships , To ride vpon the riuer at their pleasure ? And with their fleering tops to mocke our Fames , The whilst the Sconses which doe flancke the Riuer , Serue but for Fishers to vnload their nets ; Whilst Cankering rust , deuoures your emptie Cannons : And they lye hulling vp and downe the streame ? Burgers of Antwerpe answere me to this . 2 Bur. They be of Zealand , and the Prince of Orenge Hath euer been a friend vnto the State . Dan. But enemy vnto the King my Master ; Therefore they shall not ride vpon the ryuer ; Which if your owne security doe suffer , Wee 'll make our Ban-dogs to awake your towne . 1 Bur. Is that the cause and reason of your shot ? Dan. Burger it is . 2. Bur. You should haue sent vs word of your dislike : Dan. Why so we did , did we not send our poast Euen now vnto you ? And wrapt our Packet in a ball of lead ? I thinke we sent a bolde Embassador . That spoke our minde in thunder : did he not ? You might before haue knowne of our dislike , But that we did perceiue you would not see , T was well you heard of vs . A signet sounded , enter two with mourning penons : a Drum sounding a dead march : Dalua carried vpon a horse couered with blacke : Soldiers after , trayling their Pykes . No Cittizens of Antwerpe , this the cause That makes you carelesse and neglect our power , The death of Princelie Dalua , had he liu'd , The Fleete of Orenge had not traded thus , Nor brau'd our Castle . Enter two or three Cittizens running . 1 Cit. I pray God they meane not to assault the towne . 2 Cit. T is Daluas Body brought vnto the Castle . 3 Cit. I would he had come thus , when he came first Into these Countries . 1 Cit. So would I , what 's become of this damned fiend ? 2 Cit. Let the deuill looke to that , for he has most right to him . 3 Cit. I would the cowe hyde were off , wee might see the foure quarters . 1 Cit. A plague goe with him . 2 Cit. There will be olde tryumphing in hell . 3 Cit. There will be olde supping of boyling leade . 1 Cit. That Dalua was a bloudy villaine . 2 Cit. He was worse then the Spanish inquisition . 3 Cit. Well , if euer man would haue eaten vp the Caniballes , t was he . 1 Cit. I feare nothing but one . 2 Cit. What 's that ? 1 Cit. That the people will curse him out of 's graue . 2 Cit. I am glad they haue curst him into it . 3 Cit. Well , it was neuer heard that Dalua was dead , But there was some notable villanie followed it . 1 Cit. What dost thou thinke he will reuiue againe ? 2 Cit. If doe , the deuil 's on 't , I le neuer trust death on 's word for a halfe pennie . 3 Cit. Come , wee 'll mourne in sacke for him . Exeunt . Bur. Come , let 's retyre our selues into the State-house , T is Daluas body brought into the Castle . Exeunt Dan. March neerer to the Castle with your hearse , Before you set it downe . Alu. in the hearse . What are those villaines gone that rayl'd vpon me ? Sould. They are my Lord . Alu. Set downe and let me light , He comes from vnder the hearse . I would not heare my selfe againe so rayl'd on , Not for halfe Belgia . Zwounds the dogs barke at me , a plague vpon them all , I thinke they doe not hate the Deuill so ; Dalua is neuer nam'd but with a curse , Thinke but these rogues , this is a tyme to dye , And heare these damned dogs reuile me thus : Well I am dead , but Aluas spirit ( ere long ) Shall haunt your ghostes , and with a fatall troope , Come in the dreadfull night about your walles , Grimme death did nere affright the fearfull martiall , As I will fright these Bouzing Begians : Whos 's that aboue ? Lord Sancto Danila ? Dan. My Lord of Alua ; enter the Castle . Alua enters and his troope . Enter Alonzo Verdugo , and his Soldiers with a still march . O the Lord Verdugo , and his Regiment , From Mascricht ? t is well . Enter Iulian Romero , and his power with a still march . Iulian Romero and his Regiment from Leyre ? My Lord Romero where is Don Emanuell ? To bring the power that we expect from Alst. Rom. Who 's that ? Lord Sancto Danila ? Hee 's entred on the other side the Castle , With all his power . Dan. Not yet full ten , my minde presageth good , Antwerpe ere night , shall bath her selfe in bloud . Exunt . Enter Marques d'Hauurye , Egmount , Champaigne , Van End and his Page : English Gouernor and one Burger . Mar. Monsieur Champaigne , great Antwerpes Gouernour , Will you refuse these faire and fresh supplyes ? Sent from the Prince of Orenge and the States , Vnder our Conduct for your Citties guard ? Cham. Lord Marques Hauurye , we reiect them not , Nor yet neglect the loue of that great Prince , And our kinde friend the Co-vnited States : But since we haue no neede of such a power , Why should we pester Antwerpe with such troupes , To spend the victuals of the Cittizens , Which we can scarcely compasse now for gilt . Egm. The Prince & States will furnish yee with store , To feede the Army and relieue the Towne . Cham. It may be so . Bur. And it may not be so . Mar. Outwords and honours be engag'd for it . Eng. Gou. Vnder correction my Lord Gouernour , The Marques and Count Egmonts noble words , ( Although the Prince of Orenge and the States Should be forgetfull ) were a pawne of worth . Mar. What sayes the Collonell of the Almaines to it ? Van. This is Van Ends opinion my good Lord , That the rich promise of such noble Peeres , As Marques Hanurie and Count Egmont are , Is pawne enough for all the Citties wealth . Bur. The Almaine lyes , wealth is worth more than wordes . Standing aside . Cham. I way their promise with my sound beliefe , And tye my thoughts to their assured trust , Yet are there many reasons of import , To barre your Armies entrance to this towne . Egm. The graund obiection is decyded . Cham. True . Egm. The lesser then are easily refeld . Cham. Suppose the Prince & States do Victuall them , Yet their disorder in our Ciuell streetes , May be pernicious , and breede mutinie . Mar. By this supposall you enfeeble vs , And taxe our worth with indiscretion , As though our skill and our Authority , Stood vpon bases of weake discipline . Bur. We said not so , and yet their ryotings , May taynt our wiues and ieoperdize our wealth . Van. In silence be it my Lord , you need them not . To cham aside . Egm. All ryots shall be death by martiall law , And all commaunders , shall be vigilent Ouer their troopes , that order may he kept . Cham. My Lords of Egmount and of Hauurye , What are your numbers ? Mar. Iust 3000 , foote , One thousand horse , 800. at the least . Eng Gou. An honourable tender of true friends , To send such ayde for safeguard of your Citty . ( Aside . Bur. T will shake our bags too much to pay so many . Cham. At whose expence shall all this army rest ? Egm. Some part your selues , some part the Prince will pay . Cham. Sixe hundred Almaignes are our garison , A guard sufficient to defende our walles , And men enough , because we need no more . Bur. And they too many to be paide by vs . Van. O may these slaues refuse this succour sent , Their myserie shall bring their miserie . Aside . Mar. Count Egmont , surelie Antwerpe is bewitcht , Securitie hath slaine their prouidence , Take Egm. aside And riches makes them retchles of their friends ; We must assume the charge vpon ourselues , And pray the Prince and States to beare the pay ; Or else their priuate auarice , will pull Publicke destruction on this flower of townes , To the disgrace of all the Netherlands . Egm. I will make tender of so much to them , Two monthes the Prince of Orenge and the States , And we our selues , will pay foure thousand men : If afterward , our powers be not of vse , We shall withdraw them to their Prouinces , May this content you curious Cittizens ? Cham. The offer is so Honorable now , As modestly , we cannot challenge it : Captaine Cornelius what 's your counsell ? Van. This : Say , that you feare the Spaniards will conceiue Aside to Champ. Some high displeasure , if you take them in , My Lords these fat purs'd peasants are so proude , Friends and defence , are lesse esteem'd then pelfe . Mar. Gouernor of Antwerpe , how are you resolu'd ? Cham My Lords , the Prince of Orenge and your selues , And all the States deserue our dutious loue And humble seruice : first , for sending power , Then promising pay and victuals for that power : But with your pardon , yet there is a let , That makes vs loath to take your armie in . Egm. What let Champaigne ? Champ. The Spanish Gouernor , Danila , commaunder of the Castle heere , If we receiue your troopes into our Towne , Will iudge we haue some purpose of reuolt , And raising armes against the King of Spaine . Mar. What if he doe ? Cham. His fierie spirit enflam'd , Will send our bullets from the Cittadell , And teare the sumptuous buildings of our towne . Bur. As late he did when we were banqueting , And thought no harme , but drinking health to health , He shot , and slew some innocent poore soules , And rent our State-house and some buildings else . Van. Hee 'll rend you better if our purpose holde . Egm. What was the cause ? Cham. Because we did not sincke , The Prince of Orenge Ships , that lay to waft Prouision to our Citty vp the Riuer . Eng. Gouer. Obserue by that you discreete Gouernors , What loue or faith the Spaniard holdes with you , That for his pride would haue your Citty pine ; Hauing destroy'd the corne on Flaunders side , And cross'd a bridge of Conuoy to your towne ; Then that the Riuer should not victuall you , He wish'd you sinke that shipping in the Skelt . Egm. Collect by this the Spaniards crueltie , Who though occasion should not come from you , Would picke a quarrell for occasion , To sacke your Cittie , and to sucke your bloud , To satisfie his pride and luxurie : Let Harlem , Marstricht , Alst example you , And many Citties models of his wrath , Thinke on my Father and the Countie Horne , Whose tragedie , if I recount with ruth , May mooue the stones of Antwerpe to relent . They seru'd the Spaniard as his Liedge-men sworne , Yet , for they did but wish their countrie good , He pickt a quarrell , and cut off their heades . Burgers the Spaniard waites to take your liues , That he may spoyle your towne , your wealth , your wiues Eng. Gou. Receiue your friends , preuent his treachery , Least vnawares you taste his tirranye . Mar. What benefit ( good Country-men ) gaine we , That prostitute our fortunes and our bloud , In your defence ? Cham. Say , shall we let them in ? Van. In troth I thinke the Spaniard meanes no harme . Cham. Meane what he may , wee 'll not offend such friends , As these , the Prince of Orenge and the State , Your Armie is at Kibdorpe Port you say ? Mar. There stay our forces . Cham. We will let them in , And quarter them with all conuenient speede , Van End draw vp your Almaignes to one place , And keep good rule for feare of ciuill braules , And now my Lords I will attend on you . Exeunt Champ. Marq. Egm. Bur. I will attend to looke and guard my doores , And keepe my wealth , my wife , and daughter safe , For feare these hungry soldiers get a snatch . Exit Manet Van and his boy . Van. Yonker come heere , haste to the Castle wall , And call to speake with Sancto Danila , Tell him from me , the Flies begin to swarme ; The Sunne growes hot , the heards do shake their hornes , The Shepheards bring great flockes home to the folde ; Say , if the Butcher slaughter not in time , The beastes will surfet , and the Soldiers pyne , Therefore begin before one glasse be runne , And we shall win ere setting of the Sunne : Remember this , be secret and away . Exit boy . Now ( Antwerpe ) comes the Spaniards holly-day , With them ioyne I , my share is in the gold , I runne with the Hare , and with the hound I holde ; This Sunday shall be dismall to the towne , The Burgers dye , their gallant wiues gon downe . As he is going out Stumpe encounters him . Enter Burger , Champaigne , and their Wiues . Bur. Afore good wife , I feare that all 's not well , Monsieur Champaigne what 's your opinion ? Cham. Doubtles , the Spaniards do intend some hurt , Harke how the tumult still increaseth ? Wife . For shame , Be not so fearefull , say that for some offence , Eyther commenced , or but in conceipt ; The Spaniards were maliciouslie inclin'd : Haue yee not Soldiers to withstand their force ? What should you need to be solicitous , Keepe yee within . Bur. Nay wife thou dost mistake , If thou immagine we intend to fight ; T is not our meaning : we are at the charge To pay them monthlie , wherefore should not they Be at the care to see the Cittie safe . 2 Wif. The Citty 's safe enough without their care , Will you to dinner ? Cham. Wherefore shoote they thus , Vnlesse there were some villanie abroach ? 2 Wif. Wherefore shoote they but to trye their peeces , I warrant you husband t is no otherwise . Enter Marques with his swoord drawne . Bur. Heere comes the Marques he can tell the newes . Cham. The cause my Lord of this intestine vprore ? Mar. The cause is murder , miserie and death : You men of Antwerpe , if with all the speede And expedition , that in men remaines , You take not weapons to repulse the foe , That like a swarme of deadlie stinging Hornets , Haue all this while lay hid within their nest ; But now doe flye abroad with dreadfull noise , As if so many Furies were awakt . To armes then all that loue your Countries peace . Bur. How doe ye meane my Lord ? or who are those Your Lordship shaddows , vnder-neath the name Of swarming Hornets ? Mar. Are you so dull offence ? And still so lull'd in your securitie ? Whom should I meane , but bloudie Danila , And furious Alua his compeere in armes , That fill the Castle yard with their Battilions , And striue to take possession of your streetes : To armes then straight , if you will keep them backe . Exit . Bur. I st like that Alua is reuiu'd againe ? 1 Wif. As like as he intendes to take the towne . Cham. But I suspect there is some treacherie . 2 Wif. Will you beleeue his words , he doth but iest , To try how we will take it if t were so . Champ. Nay by his lookes and by his sodaine haste , It should appeare the Marques doth not iest . Enter Egmont and Stump . Egm. To armes to armes , oh where 's the Gouernor ? Giue order that your Cittizens prepare , To stand vpon their guard , defend themselues , For whom you trusted , turnes his weapons point Vpon your bosomes : all the Almaigne force , Is quite reuolted , and the enemie Entring your streetes : Van End that damned slaue , Giues ayde to Spaine , and with his trayterous hand Drawes in destruction , if you looke not to it . Cham. Where are the Switzers should supply the Trenches ? Egm. Drunke in their lodgings , and in reeling foorth , The Spaniards ( vnresisted ) murder them . For honors sake , for wretched Antwerpes sake , Stand not amazed , but with couragious hearts , And forward hands , fight for your libertie . Exit . Stum. Are yet your eye-lids open , are you yet Awakt out of the slumber you were in ? Or will you still lye snorting in your sloath ? Be still perswaded you are safe enough ? Vntill the verie instant , you doe feele Their naked swoords glide through your weasond-pipes ? Or doe you thinke with belching Puffes that flye From your full paunches , you can blow them backe ? Or is the bottome of a deepe carouse , Able to drowne them ? will their furie melt At the beholding of your daintie wiues ? Or can submission be a stickler In these hot braules ? I tell ye burgers no , Faire words will be as oyle to burning pitch ; And golde as Sulpher to inkindled ; flames , Your daughters chastitie must quench their lust ; And your deare wiues , inrich their lawlesse armes : I said as much but would not be beleeu'd , Now tell me if I prophesied aright ? Or that my zealous words deseru'd rebuke ? Did I not say , the Crocadile did weepe , But to obtaine his pray ? the Sea looke smooth , But for a storme : would any thing be thought , By the close confluence of the Spanish troopes Into the Castle , but some massacre ? Yet was I rated to obiect as much , Reuil'd and bafled for my loyaltie : Cham. I prethee Soldier , leane thy bitter words , And helpe to fight for Antwerpes libertie . Stump . You haue another groate to giue me then , I know your liberall mindes will scorne t' impose , The sweat of bloudie daunger on the brow Of any man , but you 'l reward him for it : He shall at least ( when he hath lost his limmes ) Be sent for harbour to a spittle-house . How say yee , shall he not ? Good reason then , But we should venture ; yes , to laugh at you , Whilst we beholde the Spaniard cut your throates : An obiect base mechanicke set aworke ; A swettie Cobler , whose best industrie , Is but to cloute a Shoe , shall haue his fee ; But let a Soldier , that hath spent his bloud , Is lame'd , diseas'd , or any way distrest , Appeale for succour , then you looke a sconce As if you knew him not ; respecting more An Ostler , or some drudge that rakes your kennels , Than one that fighteth for the common wealth . Bur. It is thy countrie that doth binde thee to it , Not any imposition we exacte . Stum. Bindes me my country with no greater bondes , Than for a groate to fight ? then for a groate , To be infeebled , or to loose a limme ? Poore groates-worth of effection ; Well , I le learne To pay my debt and to measure my desert According to the rate : a groate I had , And so much as a groate amounts vnto you , My swoord shall pay ye in exchange of blowes . Exeunt . Enter two Cittizens . Cham. Cittizens how now ? 1 Cit. Oh Monsieur Champaigne , We are vndone for want of discipline , 2 Cit. The Spaniards hurrie into euerie streete , What shall we doe for safeguard of our liues ? Bur. What shall yee doe ? stand euery man at 's doore , And take in 's hand a Holbert or browne bill , And studie to defend him as he may . Cha. I heare them comming , let vs shift away . Exeunt In the Alarum , Alua and Danila pursue Marques Hauurie , and Count Egmont furiouslie . Alu. Marques d' Hauurie stay , thou canst not scape . Dan. And stay Count Egmont : Danilaes conquering sword , Pursues thy life , therfore abide and yeeld it . Mar. Insatiate Alua , that like Sun-rise ground , Neuer suffis'd with sweetest shewers that fall , But with a thousand mouthes gapes still for more . So thy desire of bloud nere satisfied , With the rich tribute of so many liues , Whose guiltles bloud hath dyed poore Belgius checkes , And chang'd her like a drunken Bacchanall , Still with a thousand quenchles appetites , Dost thirst for more , as if that epithite Were the sole obiect of thy hearts best hopese Know Tyrant , Marques Hauurie flyes thee not , As fearing all the vttermost thou canst , But the oppression of vnequall power , False treason , that betrayed our liues to thee , And the sharpe scourge , that fond securitie , Hath iustlie throwne on Antwerpes wilfulnes Egm. These are the sluices that haue brought on vs , The swelling pride and tyranie of Spaine , Which Antwerpe careles off , although fore-warnde By many bleeding instances about her , Could not ; nay , would not be aduis'd at all . Tell me but this , Alua and Danila both , What state is there , be it nere so populare , Abounding in the height of fortunes giftes ; And all felicities of worldlie Pompe , That sees sad desolation sit in teares , Vpon her neighbour Citties ? warres keene edge , Hath furrowed through their entrailes , let them blood , In euerie artire that maintaineth life , Yet will not dread her daunger to be neere ? But warme her at their fiers , sing at their sighes , Reuelling in her countlesse vanities , As a perpetuall date were set thereon . Tell me I say , you that haue seene all this , And as deuils , Saints in the blacke Kallender Of wretchedst woe may truelie be set downe , As Authors of these sad confusions ? Doe not you deeme that state well worth the illes , That this remissenes brought vpon the rest ? Mar. They cannot but confesse so much Count Egmont . Eg, If this be graunted what 's your glorie then ? An armed man to kill an naked soule : A thousand Sickles thrust into a field , Of Summer ripened and resistles corne : A mightie tide to ouer-run a land ; Where no defence or bancke to keepe it backe ? This is your honor , this their miserie , That are not conquer'd , but dye wilfullie . Alu. Warre taketh holde on all aduantages . Mar. What neede aduantage , where is no resist ? Dan. So much the better , this is our discipline , Therefore submit or dye . Mar. Not while I haue a hand to lift my swoord . Alu. Nor you Count Egmont ? Egm. Alua , nor I . Egmont will with honour both liue and dye . The Alarum againe , and Champaigne is pursued in by Romero , Verdugo and Van End , where he is slaine : so is the Marques Hauurie , and all engirting Count Egmont , Alua steps to defend him , & they strike at him . Alu. Holde when I bid ye ; strike yee all at mee ? Dan. Why stands thou then to guard an enemie ? Alu. Because I will , honor encites me to it , The honor of this worthie Noble-man , And his high spirit euen in the face of death . Yeeld thee braue Egmont , Alua doth intreate thee , In pittie of thy bolde aduenturous youth , And hopefull Fortunes shining in thine eyes , Thou seest these slaine , yet will saue thy life : Thou seest me wounded to preserue thy life . I that was neuer pittifull before , Am forc't to pitty thee , what wouldst thou more ? Egm. Such pitty Alua , as thou shewedst my Father , And Noble Horne , such thou intendst to me , Therfore proceede & neuer pitty me . They offer at him agen Alu. Strike not I charge ye : come Egmont come , Is weare that thou shalt yeeld ; strike , spare me not , Alas thou art too faint ; come , yeeld thee now , Striuing to get againe his weapons I faith I will not hurt thee : So , haue done , Nay , no more weapons , thou art my prisoner . And I will vse thee verie honorablie . Egm. Alua , let foorth my life , & then thou honorst me Alu. Not for the world , prisoner thou shalt to Spaine , And there be entertain'd to thy desertes . Now pittie , packe from Aluaes hart againe , Against my nature once I lookt on thee , For this Counts sake : now to the desarts flye , For hauocke , spoile and murder now I crye . Exeunt Champaignes wife hurried by two rascall Solders . Lad. Haue mercie on a woman I beseech you , As you are men and Soldiers : If you be christians doe not doe me shame . 1 Sold Search her . 1 Sold. Zwonds turne her inside outward . 1 Sold. Ransacke her , euerie part of her . Enter Stump . La. For manhood spare me . They stand to search her . Stum. How nimblie death be-stirs him euery where , And I that am a wearie of my life , And would faine dye I cannot , Death is so proude he will not looke on me , These muddie roagues that hoorded vp their coyne , Now haue their throates cut for the coyne they haue : They that for two pence would haue seene me starue , And still my olde rotten stump and I , Trot vp and downe as long as we can wag . They begin to strip her . La. As you are men , be mercifull to me . 1 Sol. Cast lots who shall haue her . 2 Sol. I le giue thee my share for thy part . 1 Sol. I le haue my share in her . 2 Sol. Off with her Iewels Stum. How now , two Soldiers ransacking a woman ? O t is Champaignes wife that was the Gouernor , Heere is she , that would not haue been seene with a moath vpon her , for a thousand pound ; That spent as much on Munkeys , Dogs and Parrets , As would haue kept ten Soldiers all the yeere . Zblood I haue seene her , where I haue past by her In the streetes , to stop her nose with her sweete gloues , For feare my smell should haue infected her ; And now I liue to see her lug'd , and torne By lowzie totter'd roagues : O Antwerpe , Antwerpe , Now Madame Marchpaigne , minx , your Blowes And you are one . 1 Sol. Let s haue her in the next corner . 2 Sold. Draw her along , Stum. Take that she has it is sufficient , But goe no further , it is inhumaine to abuse a woman . 1 Sol. What roague art thou , darst speake vnto a Spaniard ? Stumpe . No roague Sir , but a Soldier as you are , And haue had one leg more then I haue now . Pointing to his leg . Sir , heer 's my Pasport , I haue knowne the warres , And haue had the vantage of as faire a spoile as you haue heere . 2 Sol. Away you whorson cripple rascall . Stu. You totter'd shake-rag'd roagues , what domineere you ? If Daluas self were heere , he should not doe it . He drawes his swoord , killes one , and the other flyes . La. Good Soldier , heer 's one Iewell that they haue not That I doe vallue at a thousand crownes , I pray thee take it . Stum. What should I doe with it , can you tell ? To haue my throate cut for it , ha : No , no your Sister Mince-pies groate Will doe me no pleasure now . La. For Gods loue , as you euer did respect a woman , Helpe to conuay me to some place of safetie . Stum. Where is it ? not in Antwerpe . Your closet will not serue your turne , You cannot walke to your garden-house . La. For Gods sake helpe me as you are a man . Stump . Well , follow me , I le doe the best I can . A company of rascall Soldiers came heere pursuing the Ladie , he fightes and beares her away from them all . After a triumphant shout within , enter Alua , Danila , Romero , Verdugo , Van End , with their Rapiers drawne , crying . All . Victorie , victorie , Antwerpe and victorie . Alu. So valliant Lords , this Musicke likes me well , Now may we boldely say the towne is ours : Yet sheath not your victorious swoords awhile , Till you haue reapt the Haruest of your paine , In which pursuite , torture , exacte and kill , No lesse then in your fury you haue done . If the proude Antwerpers ( that doe suruiue ) Lay not their treasure at your conquering feete . Dan. Though no resistance any where appeare , Yet let not anger so decline with you Be proude of victorie , as well yee may , Knowing the worth of your attained prize . T is wealthie Antwerpe you haue won , and how ? Not by a lingering siedge , of monthes or yeares , But in a moment ; entring at a leauen , By two a clocke her haughtie pride is shrunke , And she in duetie stoopeth to your will . Alu. Can any heere report the certaine number , Of those that haue been slaine during the conflict ? Ro. I had a note my Lord , as I remember , The number of the dead , by vs cut off , Is seauenteene thousand . Dan. But of our men , How many fell there in this short assault ? Ro. Three hundred , or not manie more my Lord . Alua. For those three hundred , let ten thousand more , Of this subiected Cittie loose their liues , Chaine them together in the Market place , By hundreds and two hundreds : and with shot , Ring them about vntill they all be slaine , Spare neither widdow , matron , not young maide , Gray-bearded Fathers , nor the babe that suckes . One Spaniards bloud , I value better worth , Then many hundreds of these drunken Dutch . Ver. First , if it please yee , quarter we the towne , That euerie one may know his priuiledge . Alu. Well thought vpon Verdugo : thus it shall be . The Burse , the State-house , and the Market place , Belongs to me : the Castle and that side , To Sancto Danila : on the other hand The key , and water-port ( Verdugo ) is yours . Saint Georges port , and Kibdop , we assigne To Lord Romeso : and for you Van End , The North part of the Cittie , Venus streete , Remaines the subiect of desired spoile : So Lords , if I haue well deuided , speake ; If not , you shall be pleas'd before we part ? Dan. Your Lordship hath discreetelie cast our lots , And for my part , I doe accept of mine . Ro. So doth Romero . Ver. And Verdugo too . Van. And I no lesse , than who is best content . Alu. About it then , be euerie one as quicke , In rifling of these rich Burgers , as he was In the assault : the world may talke of vs , As well for vallor as our quicke dispatch . Da. My Soldiers and my self will straight begin . Exit . Rom. And mine shall follow . Exit . Cor. I le not be behinde . Exit . Alua. What will Verdugo ? Enter English Gouernor and Godfry . Ver. Not be Idle long , But who are these so sawcily intrude ? Alua. Who are ye ? speake , that like vnbidden guests , Dare tempt the patience of incensed Alua ? Gou. We are of England ( Castiles Generall ) Alu. Of England are ye ? what although you be , Backe slaues vnto the doore from whence ye came , And on your knees sollicite Aluaes greatnes : If you doe looke for mercie at his hands . Ver. Backe when he bids you ; now downe vpon your knees , And craule vnto his presence to beg life . Alu. Verdugo , drag him by the long tail'd beard , Alua doth scorne to waite vpon their leasure . Ve. Come forward with a pox ; now speake your mind , And speake discreetlie , least you speake your last . Gou. This crueltie is more then we deserue , And more than we expected would be showne . Alu. Taxe ye me then with crueltie so soone ? You shall haue cause . Offer to strike . Ver. Nay heare them speake my Lord . Al. What can they say to shield themselues from death ? Goue. Nothing my Lord if in your angrie spleane You haue alreadie past your sentence on vs : But would the Duke of Alua coole his rage , And mildelie heare vs : we would say my Lord , That Englands league with Spaine , King Phillips word , Past to our gratious Mistris , were enough To warrant all the liues of any such , As are her subiects in this wretched towne : And not their liues alone , but safe protection Both for their goods and money : but if now Your Highnes hath commission to breake The holie contract which your King hath made , We must be patient and abide the worst . Al. Why what art thou that standst vpon the league ? Go. Gouernor ( my Lord ) of the English house . Al. Sirra , you challenge the vertue of the league , Yet vnderstand not how the league is made . So long as you conuerse not with the foes Of royall Phillip , nor withstand his right , You are exempt the rigour of his scourge ; But being heere , in this rebellious towne , You must partake the punishment they feele . Go. We are not heere great Lord , to ioyne with them In any bolde confederacie of warre , But for the trafficke , which all nations else , ( As well as England ) haue within this place . Alu. Why left ye not the Cittie then , perceiuing We meant to call their duetie to account ? Go. We had no signe of any such intent . Al. You cannot so be quit nor so excus'd , Therefore prouide before to morrow night , To bring vnto vs fortie thousand Crownes , For ransome of your house ; or if you faile , Both goods and liues shall all be forfeited : So much we are content to yeeld vnto , Because we will not seeme to breake the league . Go. Alas my Lord , t is more then ( at this time ) Our goods and money will amount vnto , Considering that our credit ( by this trouble ) Is quite cut off , with any of the Citty . Alu. Shift as you can , I vow to haue no lesse , And at the appointed time . Exit . Ver. Consider of it , His fauour 's great in giuing you such scope . Exit . Go. So is the Cat that dallieth with the mouse , But in the end , her pastime is his death ; We must prouide , the Spaniards thirst is great , And better that we quench it with our golde , Than let them swallow and carouse our bloudes : I prethee Godfrie trie thy friendes abroad , And any money that thou hast bring foorth , That we may make the summe which he desires . God . I le doe the best I can , though hard it be , To finde a friend in this extreamitie . Exeunt . Enter Sancto Danila , an olde Cittizen and Soldiers . Cit. Let not your rough intreatie so molest , The soule of him whose spirit alreadie stoopes , Vnder the heauy burthen of weake age ; You haue my treasure , what more can you craue ? Dan. Thy life if so we please : there yet remaines A iewell of more worth than all thy wealth , Which ( like a mizer ) thou didst hide from vs . Thou hast a daughter , whome till we enioy , All pittie that proceedes from vs , sits heere , Vpon the sharpe point of my Semiter ; Where is she speake ? Cit. Slaine in this tumult . What other being than her graue my Lord , Can be suppos'd she hath ? Dan. Torture the slaue , His guilefull heart , that studies to conceale , My deare hearts treasure , shall be forc't in sighes To publish , what his stubborne tongue denies . Sol. Thou hearst olde fellow , trifle than no longer , But shew him where thy daughter doth abide . Dan. Why pawse ye on my bidding let him dye , That doubles with a Spaniard in his will . Cit. Heare ye my Lord . Dan. Not any whispering noise , Not any tittle , doth not beare the sound , Of beauties sweet fruition to mine eares . Cit. My daughter liues , but not within the reach Of my commaund : a Nunnerie in the armes Of her religious peacefull priuiledge , Doth clip her silly frighted Virgins life , From whence my Lord she cannot be recall'd . Dan. Beare Arte vpon thy tongue , that may vnlocke The gates of that in closed Sanctuarie , And first intreate ; but if intreatie faile , Then vse commaund ; if neither will preuaile , Yet so thou shalt not cease , but in the cordes Of violent furie drag the Damsell thence : My soldiers shall attend to see it done , That if , thou shrinke , their weapons naked points , May gordge thy sides , till thou bleed out thy life . Cit. I would that Sacrifice might end this strife . Da. Away with him loue faints through colde delay , T is Danila speakes , and what he will he may . Enter Factor . Of whence are you ? Fac. Of England Noble Lord , A Factor to a London Marchant heere , Who hauing tryed my friends , and strain'd my purse , To make my ransome : am now carrying it To mightie Alua , to redeeme my life . Dan. What value is it ? Fac. Full fiue hundred Dollors . Dan. Is this the vtmost penny thou canst make ? Fac. The length and depth of my abilitie . Dan. It will not serue to search thy chest for more Or bide the torture we impose on such , As cunningly , withholde what we demaund . Fac. There is not in the world ( that I may call Rightly mine owne ) one Stiuer or one Doyte , More then is there compriz'd within that bag . Dan. Giue him the strippado ; we will coyne Out of your disioynted limmes other summes . Fac. The world doth know , my conscience and iust heauen , That there is all ( at this time ) I possesse . Dan. Saue what is throwne into some hollow vault , Or sunke into some Well ; or buried deepe Hoist him vp and let him downe againe . Within the earth : so hoise the peasant vp , Now let him downe ; will ye confesse as yet , Where we may finde the treasure you haue hid ? Fac. That which ( my Lord ) is not , cannot be hid , And to say that I know not , will but wrong Your expectation , and deceiue my selfe . Sol. Let him rest my Lord , it seemes the wretch Argues the troth , and this is all he hath . Dan. Hence greedy begger , harke ( peeld sheepe ) Goe hide thee in some bush , till waxing houres Giue thee another fleece to cloath thee with . Yonder ariseth the bright morning Starre . Enter an old cittizen with his daughter . Whose rich resplendour gildes my happy thoughts , And opens mynes of treasure to my soule ; Welcome faire sweet , mine armes shall be thy throane , Where seated once , mocke death , and laugh to scorne , The boysterous threates , of bloud be-sprinckled warre , Who whilst he shewes wilde Friscoes in the streetes , And with his Gamballes , ouerthrowes huge buildings , Mingle their totter'd ruynes , with the limmes And Clotted bloud of many thousand soules : Shall as an Anticke in thy sight appeare , Yeelding no more occasion to be fear'd , Than painted shapes of Lyons on a wall . Daug. Beholde a Virgin , whose distilling teares Turne the drye dust to paste , where she doth kneele , Beholde the Siluer cognisance of age , Soyl'd with dissoluing drops of sorrows rage : If me you touch with a lasciuious hand , As from his eyes descendes a floud of teares ; So will you draw a riuer from his heart , Of his lifes bloud ; both waies you shall obscure , The honor of your name : if Virgin I , Or aged he , misdoe by tyranie . Cit. Let conquest satisfie , since in the strength Of your succes-full power , our Cittie vailes , And lyes in prostrate duetie at your feete : Or if not conquest , be appeas'd with golde , Which in aboundance pleades for our release , Onely refraine , our conscience to wound , With that , for which there is no phisicke found . Dan. I am impatient , she shall be my loue , Of all the spoiles are reapt by painefull warre , Blot beautie out , and what 's our victorie ? But as a banquet without companie . Alarum . Enter a Soldier . Sol. Arme you my Lord , and to the fight againe , A crew of stragling Soldiers ( lately vanquisht ) Haue gathered head , and in the heate of rage , Giue fresh assault : the leader to the rest , Is a lame fellow that doth want a legge , Who layes about him like a deuill of hell . Dan. A troope of Muskets guarde this damsell hence , And to my lodging see her safely brought , alarum againe Why stirre yee not ? inuiron her with shot , Whilst we extinguish ( with a shewer of bloud ) This late inkindled fire : be gone I say . Sol. It is impossible to passe the streetes , They are so pesterd with this brainsicke crew : And harke my Lord , except you mount be time , ( The clamorous tumult drawes so neere this place , ) Both you and we shall be surpriz'd by them . Da. Is there no Fortresse neere , nor house of strength , Where I may leaue my Loue , till this blacke cloude , Of swolne Hostilitie be ouer-blowne ? Sold. Not any ( good my Lord ) leade on your troopes . Dan. Then rather than another shall inioy , What Danila held esteemed in his eye , Heere it began , and heere my loue shall dye . Shootes her with a Pistoll . Another Stab her Father , both combinde , By natures lawes , by natures law shall end . Exeunt Stab the olde man . Enter Leiutenant Vaughan and Captaine . Vaugh. Yet is not Antwerpe quite bereft of life , So long as we two breath , to stand for her , Nor shall her ransacke passe , without some right Of iust reuenge : witnes this last assault , Wherein the Scales of Iustice haue been fill'd , With ( at the least ) a hundred Spaniards liues , That thought their victorie to be secure . But who are these ? a Burger , and with him His tender daughter , hauing both sustain'd The heauy stroake of death ? Cap. I knew them well . They were my neighbors , neere vnto the Burse . Vau. Had these gray hayres retain'd the reuerent worth Of graue experience , as they might haue done ; And had you bin more rich in inward giftes , And lesse magnificent in outward shew , Then had you liu'd , to dye a naturall death : And you to see some of his honor'd yeeres . But pride and luxury , haue euer been , The gate of miserie , and nurse of sinne : Yet though you me contemn'd , I grieue your fall , And will in pitty , giue you buriall . Exeunt . Enter Lenchy and Martin two little children running . Mar. Alas poore Lenchy , whether shall we goe : Len. I cannot tell ; come Martin let vs hide vs . Mar. Where is my Father ? Len. He is in our house . Mar. Let vs goe thether ? Len. All the streete is full of Spaniards ; they haue kil'd Little Maria , and Hans Vanderbrooke . Mar. Ah whether shall we goe ? Len. Let 's hide vs heere , no Spaniard wil come hether . Mar. Nay M. Hulders Orchard is hard by . Wee 'll get in there , and hyd 's among the trees , Len. Come let vs run . A great noise as they are going . Mar. Alas the Spaniard's comming , what shal we doe ? Len. Alas poore Martin we shall both be kil'd . Mar. Alas poore Lenchy , kisse me prettie Sister , Now we must dye . Len. Let 's sit downe heere , and Mart. I wil clip thee in Mine armes , they shall not see thee . Mar. But they will kill thee , Alas where is my poore old Father now , and my poor mother ? Enter two Spaniards running , with theyr swords drawne . 1 Spa. Kill , kill , kill . 2 Spa. Tue , Tue , Tue , Tue. 1 Spa , Fuora villiaco . 2 Spa. Follow , follow , follow , follow . Mar. I pray you M. Spaniard hurt vs not , We are poore children , we haue done no harme . Len. Good Gaffer doe not kill my little brother . 1 Spa. Fuora villiaco , sa , sa , sa , sa , Mar. Ah Master Spaniard doe not kill my Sister , My father is a poore blinde man , and he will dye , If you kill her . 2 Spa. Cut the Bastards throates . The children gets fast holde , and hang vpon the Spaniards . Len. O kill vs not , wee 'll hang vpon your armes , Sweet Gaffer , stay and looke me in the face , Haue you the heart to kill a prettie Girle ? Mar. Good Master Spaniard doe not kill vs , Take any thing we haue , but saue our liues . 1 Spa. How the young brattes cling about our swords ? 2 Spa. Zwounds , dash out their braines . Enter olde blinde Harman and his wife . Har. Where are my children ? Martin , Lenchy speake , I heard you cry speake prettie soules , where are you ? Wi. Husband , Harman , whether will you goe ? Alas you fall into the enemies hands For lacke of sight . Har. My children wife , my children , where are they ? 1 Spa. Heere you blind traytor , whether you shall go , To your throate-cutting . Mar. Heere Father , heere , alas we shall be kild . Wif. O my sweet children , 2 Sp. Out you Brabant bitch , thinke you with whining To preserue your whelpes ? Wif. O spare the infants , and the aged blinde , These haue not might , nor power to doe you hurt . 1 Spa. Cut all their throates . Har. Kill vs , but let our little children liue . Len. Helpe mother helpe , or else we shall be kild . Har. weeping . Hard harted Soldiers , where haue you bin bred ? Get honour on the proude resisting foe , My selfe haue bin a Soldier as you are , Now blinde with age : Olde men , weake women , and poore wretched infants , Should be respected in the heate of slaughter . O doe not this foule iniurie to armes ; Let my poore Babies leade me to my graue , Where are you my poore children ? Mar. Father , heere . Har. Where art thou Lenchy ? Len. Heere poore Father . Har. Olde as I am , and I haue tolde this towne ; That you should sacke it , I did prophesie . 2 Spa. Then Prophet , didst thou prophesie of this ? Stabs the Children . Wif. Ah bloudie Spaniard , that hast slaine my children . 1 Spa. Bitch , art thou rayling ? take thou this . Stabs her . 2 Spa. And this , Stabs him . Get you together with your damned brats . Har. O cruel Spaniard that dost spare no age nor sexe , Where art thou wife , and my poore little children ? Falles downe . Wif. Their blessed soules in Abrahams bosome restes , Their bodies lye betwixt thy selfe and me , By whome these prettie wretches were begot , O let me ioyne my freezing lips to thine , Now farewell Antwerpe , say not we did flye , Where with thy fall , olde , yong , and all must dye . Enter Alua , English Gouernor and soldiers . Alua. Thinke yee to purchase freedome at this rate ? Some thriftles prodigall bestowes in wine , Or spends in dalliance on his Curtizan , Fiue thousand crownes : I st like your store affoords No greater plentie ? eyther from your chestes , That swell with surfet of your auarice , Raine downe a larger shewer of fruitfull golde , Or tender flowring pittie , nere will spring . Gou. I doe protest ( my Lord ) beside our Plate , And housholde furniture , this is the summe , Of all the wealth , at this time may be found Within the English-house . Alu. And is not plate Good boote for Soldiers ? haue you that And dare yee yet pleade needie pouertie ? Goe fetch it me , or presentlie I le send A crew of such sharpe caruers to your gate , As shall anotamize your panting hearts , To fill their conquering hands with wished spoiles . Go. The League with Engl. gaue vs better hope . Exit Alu. Talke nor of league nor England , nothing sound In our warres musicke , that can please the sence ; Vnlesse it haue the chearefull sound of golde . Enter Factor . What 's he ? examine him : if he bring golde , Free passage haue he ; but if emptie be The hollowes of his hands ; or cannot point By Demonstration , or expresse by speech , Where it is fled , in this tempestious storme , That we by hugging it , may bannish feare , And burnish her pale cheekes with firmer red , Let him haue that belongs , the torturing Corde . Fac. Excuse my want , that haue alreadie paide To Sancto Danila , fiue hundred Dollors . Alu. Why not as much to me ? Fac. I haue it not , Alas ( my Lord ) consider of my state , I am but Factor for another man ; Yet of those goods committed to my charge , Haue I made bolde ( so much as I haue said ) To free my life from further preiudice . Alu. How art thou free , when Alua is not fee'd ? Fac. I hope ( my Lord ) one ransome will suffice , For one poore life . Alu. That ransome let me see . Fac. T is paide ( my Lord ) to Sancto Danila . Alu. That which he hath is his , and none of mine , vnlesse thou canst transforme vs , and of two Make but one person : goe to , trifle not , But shew me how I may be satisfied , Or bide the perrill that ensues thereon . Fac. More satisfaction than I haue ( my Lord ) I cannot giue , how ere you torture me . Alu. That will we try , if roape and Gibbet holde , Let him indure the punishment , he needes Will wilfully impose vpon himselfe . Fac. Oh that you would at once with ruthles steele , Carue vp my brest , and let my bloud suffice , To quench your thirst for that I cannot giue . Alu. So , let him downe , stand off and giue him ayre , Speake now , and tell vs where thy coyne is hid ? Fac. Will yee beleeue me if I speake the truth ? Alu. So it be truth which thou intendes to speake . Fac. As I doe hope this troubled soule of mine , Which now is ready to forsake this flesh , Shall finde a resting place with my redeemer : The coyne you seeke , and all the coyne I haue , Lyes in the Coffers of proude Danila . Alu. Lye there and pine then , for deluding me . Exit . Enter Verdugo . Fac. Heere comes another ; many strokes ( at last ) Cut downe the strongest Oake , much more , the tree Hath but a few yeares growth , and that by stormes , And often whirle-windes shaken and decayed . Ver. Hast thou bin lately falne into the hands Of such as haue had ryfling of thy purse ? Fac. I haue good Sir . Ver. What art , a Cittizen ? Fac. Euen what ye will , a miserable man . Ver. It seemes , I come too late to profit by thee ? Fac. You may immagine by my sicke faint speech , And by my faltring limmes distract and seuer'd , Whether I haue bin tortur'd , yea or no . Ve. Did they then torture thee for that thou hadst ? Fac. They did and had it . Ver. Nothing then remaines ? Fac. Nothing but this poore miserable life , Which I would gladly were surrendred too . Ver. They for that thou hadst , did torture thee , I see that thou hast not : heere wee 'll put A period to thy daies . Hang him out-right , And so speed all , whose naked indigence , Haue not to feede Verdugo for expence . Exit . Fac. My destiny , was to dye this shamefull death , Which I accept with thankes to him that giues it , And England now and London both farewell , Let after times of Spanish rygor tell . Hang him . Enter Van End and a Burgers wife . Van. Thus will I feast my selfe with Antwerpes spoile , And glut my pyning soule with tragicke Actes , Say pamperd Froe , where is thy treasure hid ? Speake truth , or breath thy last vpon this steele , The bloudy temper'd torment of this towne . I le batter downe your pride from whence it came , And with your ornaments adorne vast hell . wif. Spare me Van End I am a harmeles woman , Astonisht vnto death with frighting wordes , Refraine thy deedes , and let the stronger sort , Be miserable patients of thy wrath Van. Pittie preuailes not , treasure is the fee , That bribes the terror of my threatning brest ; And therefore speake , else hast thou spoke thy last . wife . Within that vault lyes all my wretched wealth , My golde my plate , my Iewels all are there . Van. Then , there that heape of glorie lyes for me , Which is the way ? She pushes him downe . wif. That is the cursed way , Goe thou accurst into that shade of hell , The Image of that euerlasting night , Where thy damn'd ghoast must dwel exempt from light . Enter Stumpe . Stum. What stirre is heere ? what discontented rumor Sendes second message to my dull strucke dayes , Accustom'd to the screeching yell of death ? Lady , what grieuance ? what is there to doe ? wif. Oh gentle Soldier , heauen hath got me triumph , Ouer that hell-borne furie , damn'd Van End , That solde the beautie of this famos towne : And rauisht Antwerpe of her Maiden ioy . Stum. For Gods sake let me come plague the dog , I le stone the Iew to death , and paint this Vault With the vnhallowed bloud of wicked treason : Heere , weare this waightie Iewell in thy hat , The towne hath sent it for a token slaue ; Throw stones . I bought this with the goate you gaue me sir ; Another sto . Soldiers must loath despis'd ingratitude . This woman for her ransome sends you this ; another . Giue these two vnto Charon for your passing . another . And with this last , present grim Belzebub . another . So sleepe thy soule with princely Lucifer , And take such fare as treason will affoord . Come Lady , thus you see good friends must part , Lament not for his losse his tyme was come , And friendes from friends , must eyther goe or run . Enter three or four soldiers . 1 Sol. You see that all is lost , all spoilde and sackt , What thinke you the best course to get away ? 2 Sol. Is there no place of strength , nor hope of safetie : 3 Sol. No hope but death for three daies being past Since the first entred ; now being in colde bloud , The Spaniard is as hot in execution , As the first houre he entred on the towne . 1 Sol. Like maymed men let 's passe out one by one , The safest way and with the least suspect . 2 Sol. Disseuering of ourselues , and knowne for Wallons , ther 's not a man of vs shal passe the gates . Enter Stumpe and hearing them . 3 Sol. And if we troope thus as we doe together , We shall be put to swoord immediately . 1 Sol. It were best to seeke some low part of the wall , On the moate side , and so escape by swimming . 2 Sol. The Courts of guard , and Sentenels are kept , And there 's no hope of that . Stumpe .

Harke you hark you , whether wil you flye ? I wold know that ; sbloud whether ? whether ? ha ; where will you be releiu'd ? there 's not a towne dare receiue you : the Spaniard has all the country ; you cannot stragle a foote out of the walles , but your throates are cut ; what haue you to carry with you , but your scuruie notch'd limmes ? you damn'd roagues , whether will you goe , to feede Wolues ? A you whorson rascals ; and though these villanos Burgers haue ( by their owne securitie beene the destruction of the Cittie , a pox on them : yet it will bee laide to our charge , because we were in it .

1 Sol.

By the mas the olde Lieuetenant sayes true , it wil be so indeed .

Stum.

You are all Wallons , but in the miserablest case that euer poore slaues were in : for you see , that if any man hate a man , call him but Wallon , the Spaniards cut his throate , what country-man so ere he be

2 Sol.

Nay it is very true , it is most sure :

Stu.

The Dutch on the other side , they hate you worse then Deuils , because the Spaniards entred where you kept the Trenches .

3 Sol.

Villaines doe questionles , nay it is certaine .

Stum.

What will you doe then ? here is my poore stumpe and I haue stumbled through a thousand shot , & yet we halt together ; there was neuer one poore peece of Timber has been so sindg'd as it has been : zbloud it has been foure times a fire vnder me , and yet we scramble together trotting , trotting : You 'll bee staru'd euerie mothers Sonne of yee , and worried with dogs , and yet you 'll flye .

1 Sol.

Why Lieuetenant Vaughan , what would yee haue vs doe ?

Stum.

Dye like men , what should we doe , if there were any hope of safety but there is not , there is not .

2 Sol.

Leiuetenant Vaughan , leade vs , and wee 'll follow you to the death .

3 Sol.

Wee 'll not forsake you to the last gaspe .

Stum.

Yes , I le halt before you , follow mee as straight as you can .

1 Sol.

Yes , and cut some of their throates before wee dye .

Stum.

They say the Spaniards and their whoores are at dice vpon the Change : I le lay my wodden legge afore them , cast at it who will ; but who stands there ?

Enter the Captaine . Cap.

It is Leiuetenant Vaughan as I take it , Leiuetenant what newes ?

Stum.

What newes quoth our Captaine ! where haue you been ?

Cap.

I tooke the Friery to escape the Spaniards .

Stum.

Well , haue seene the day Captaine , you had rather been a cuting throates , then at a Masse , t was not deuotion draue you to the place : so Captaine , Captaine , the world is turn'd : doe you remember the groate they offered me , when you came to trayne Soldiers ? ha , giue him a groate ? ha , ha , I haue since that seene their Mistresses setting-sticke lug'd by a lowzy Lackey , as naked as a new shau'd Water-dog : & Lord why went you to the Fryery ? why to the Fryerie ?

Cap.

What should I doe when the poore Wallons fighting at the Trenches ,

The Spaniards entring on the counterscarfe , Had not a Soldier sent to second them . The great swolne bellyed Burgers get browne Billes , As to driue rascall beggers from their doores ; The madding people so amaz'd with feare , That turning head with euery little noise , Stopt vp the entrance of the streetes with throngs , That when Count Egmont , Hauury and the rest , Call'd to the Burgers for supplyes of men , The vncertaine murmure of the multitude , Increast but the confusion of the towne : The villanous and dastard recreant Almaines , Kneele to the Spaniards , casting downe their armes . Stum.

A those Almaines , those Almaines , they cryed liue Spaniards : a vengeance take them , they were cal'd hygh Almaines , but they are low enough now ; for a number of them are cut off by the waste : you may call them blanch'd Almaines and you wil , for their guts are blanch'd about their heeles .

Cap. By these disorders of witlesse Townes-men , Perceiuing that the Spaniards would preuaile ; What should I doe but shift to saue my life ? Stu. Capt. . your life 's in as great danger now as ere it was , The Spaniard is as cruell in colde bloud as ere he was ; O Captaine , Captaine , where is Antwerpe now ? It is my natiue place , where should I then be free , If made a slaue , where I was freelie borne ? Ther 's not a towne almost in Brabant now , That giues a man the safety of a night : What should we then doe liuing : Haue you and I seene that , that we haue seene , And come to this ? If you reserue the courage you were wont , Of a braue Soldier and a Gentleman , Let 's doe something yet worthy the talking of , I haue wonne a companie of poore hurt Soldiers , Yet able to welde weapons and to fight . 1 Sol. And we will follow you , liue or dye : 2 Sol. Loue life and loue death . 3 Sol. Through Aluas quarter . Stum. Why brauely spoke , If you will take such part then as we doe , Helpe me to leade these stragling companies , And wee 'll amongst their quarters ere we dye . Cap. My hand and heart , and doe engage my soule . Stu. Why then come lads ; why this is resolu'd like men , If we must goe , wee 'll goe together then . Exeunt . Enter two soldiers leading in the fat Burger in a Corde . 1 Sol. Confesse ye slaue where thou hast hid thy money , Or we will hang thee on a Gibbet straight . Bur. That euer I was borne ; Gentlemen beleeue me , I haue no more than what I tolde you of , Some thousand Gilders in my counting house . 2 Sol. You haue no more than ? Burg. Not as I haue faith To God , and to the safetie of my Country . 2 Sol. Then hang him presentlie . Bur. Nay curteous Gentlemen , As you are Spaniards famous for your actes , Let me not dye . 1 Sol. The roague would flatter vs , Sirra , immagine t is too weake a key , To tune our hearts to ; when the cryes of Babes , Screekes of distressed women and olde men , Haue not preuail'd to quallifie our rage : Let vs dispatch him . Bur. Gentlemen , but heare me . 2 Sol. If thou canst tell vs where thy treasure 's hid , Or else for euer let thy lips be dumbe . Bur. Alas would yee haue me lye ? 1 Sol. Stay fellow Soldier , I haue bethought me of a prettie tricke , To sift this butter-box a better way : Wee 'll tye him by the thumbes vnto this poast , And tickle him vntill he doe confesse . 2 Sol. Content yfaith , so at the least , suppose We get no money yet we shall haue sport . Bur. Nay Gentlemen . 1 Sol. Sirra , apply your wits , Or with my swoord I le hacke your Filchers off . Bur. O that I were in 'th bottom of my Seller . 2 Sol. Is thy money hid there ? speake ? Bur. No truelie sir , But then I hope I should not hang by th thumbes . 1 Sol. He dallyes with vs , tickle him a good . Bur. Oh God , God , what shall I do , sweet gentlemen . They tickle him . 2 Sol. Confesse then , sirra . Bur. O Lord I shall sound , By these ten endes , I haue nor plate nor coyne , Your Generall and Countrimen haue all . Alarum , enter Stumpe and Captaine , the Spaniards fly . Cap. What haue we heer , a Burger tyed by th thumbs ? Stum. It is the Tallow-cake , the Rammish Fat , That would not giue a penny to a Soldier , I know him well ; now Sir how feele your selfe ? Bur. Oh Gentlemen neuer so much distrest . Stum. Your greazie panch will not defend you then ? Bur. Not from these Spaniards , they are deuils I think , Nay farre more couetous than deuils of hell . Stum. You cannot satisfie them with a groate , But if I should requite thy vilde contempt , Heere should I leaue thee , that as thy treasure Has bin a pray to their deuouring lust , So in this dung-hill of thy carryon flesh , Their rauenous swoords might finde a durtie feast , For naught but draffe art thou composed of . Nor fit for any thing but to feede wormes , Yet thou shalt finde a difference twixt my thoughts And the base temper of thy muddy minde : Goe liue , if thou canst scape their bloudie hands , Till want and beggerie cut short thy daies . Bur. I thanke you sir ; I haue ( for all their threates ) One bag of Dollors cast into a well , And that I le giue yee for this friendlie succour . Stu. Hence tumbrell from my sight , when bounty might Haue calm'd my sharpe affliction then thy hand Was fast closed vp ; but now it is too late , Thou wouldst seeme prodigall , away base churle . Bur. Let me intreate you sir , to take that summe , My heart repents me much , for what is past . Stum. Guts , trouble me no more . Bur. The Lord preserue you sir , Surely you seeme an honest Gentleman . Cap. Wilt thou leaue off thy prating and be gone ? Bur. With all my heart sir , and I thanke you too . Exit Cap. How like Leuiathan , his clumsie limbes Walke not but tumble , that sad common wealth , Nourceth such Droanes to sucke her honny vp , In time of need shall finde as small supply , As he hath been to Antwerpes wretchednes : But valliant Soldier , what is now to doe ? Stum. What , but to hunt the foote-steps of pale death , Vntill we rouze him in his sooty caue , There , will no prospect of our Countries fall , Offend our eye-sight ; there no treacherie Of haughty Spaniards treade a bloudy March ; Nor any base obiection of ingrate , And thankelesse Cittizens sit in our doores : But we shall quietly inioy the peace , For which we breath ; there shall we be secure , There free from thought of this worlds miserie , And there indeede finde true felicitie : For there our trauell shall be recompenc'd , Our loue requited , and our wounds repayde With double merrit . Haste then vnto the place , Vpon the earth is nothing but disgrace . Cap. I flye with thee true honourable minde , And we together will that Mancion finde . Exeunt . Alarum and excursions , enter Stumpe and Captaine , bloudy and wounded . Stum. See Captaine , now I haue it on my brest , The Honourable cognisance of death , This purple riuer , from this weeping fount , More glads and quickens my decayed spirit , Than euer christ all spring in heate of Summer : The weary traueller , his strength reuiues , To draw out tedious houres still on earth , But mine doth florish to possesse , anon The blessed hauen of eternity . Cap. I trust I shall be there with as much speed , My pasport ( I doe thinke ) the Spaniards Has seal'd as deeply , and my iourney layde With no lesse easie trauell to be there . See , if thy bleeding woundes can speake to me , Mine can as fast make answere vnto thine . Stum. Let me imbrace this sweet affinity , Like in our liues agreeing in our deathes : But what doe I behold ? thine eye-lids faint , And the warme touch of thy desired cheeke , Begins to freeze ; wilt thou anticipate Those ioyes before me ? gentle Captaine slay , There 's but a minute that deuides our hopes : Oh he is dead , may his departing soule , Vsher my spirit aboue those fleeting clowdes : Death , why delayst thou ? set thy lazy hand To the deuorcement of my loathed flesh . I am prepar'd , my penitent sad thoughts , Haue long agoe washt my contagious sinne : The bloud that I haue spilt ( the Massacres Procur'd and practis'd by this hand of mine ) Heauen lay not to my charge ; for though my sword Was neuer drawne but in a rightfull cause , Yet much misprision hath attended it ; That , and all else , this sigh craues pardon for , Mine eyes were nere accustomed to teares , Let it suffice , these woundes doe weepe for them : Antwerpe farewell , if thou haue done me wrong , This latest gaspe , sends pardon from my tung . Astorish . Enter in triumph , with Drum , Colours and Soldiers , Sancto Danila . Dan. Now warre hath wrapt his bloudy colours vp , And sheath'd his fatall swoord with his , we ours , Prefixing truce to our laborious armes ; This Cittie late of christening the fame , For wealth and glorie : now remaines the Map , Of sad destruction and perpetuall ruyne ; Her streetes lye thwacked with slaughtered carkasses , Her houses that before were stuft with pride , Are left as naked as the wilderness : Oh in remorse of humaine clemency , My heart ( not thinkes ) could sigh , my eyes shed teares , To call to minde and see their misery : But they were wanton and lasciuious , Too much addicted to their priuate lust : And that concludes their Martirdoome was iust . Holde , one of you , conuay this serious letter To warlicke Alua , tell him as he wil'd , After my forces lodg'd in Garison , I le meete his Grace at Bridges , and from thence Acquaint the Court of Spaine with our successe ; Pray God the tyrany exprest in Antwerpe , Like to the ecchoing clamour of a Trumpet , Speake not our deedes before our owne approach . 1 Sol. My Lord , behold where lye the mangled bodies Of those two fierce assailing Brabanters , That all this while kept vs at such a bay , And when we thought the towne was wonne , procur'd So great a deluge of Iberian bloud . 2 Sol. Let 's drag them at our horses tayles my Lord , And as we passe through euery towne and village , Make them example to the world for pride ? Dan. Who toucheth them but in disgrace , my swoord Shall lop his arme off ; were they proude sayst thou ? Their pride was honourable , deseruing loue Rather then hate ; nay should we doe them right , Had they been strengthned with conuenient ayde We had been beaten from the towne againe And made exchange of conquest : which subdu'd There neuer liued two more Heroick spirits That for their Country haue deserud as much To be renouned ; as euer Curtius was Or Romaine Decius or the two valliant Cocles ; They for their country could but loose their liues These haue inequall seruice done as much Take vp their bodyes ; of ten thousand others Rest by our swords , and left unburied These two will we in person see interr'd , And doe them right , the law of Armes requires ; So march we hence , striking a mournfull sound Till we haue sayde our honourd foes in ground Exeunt