The Battle of Alcazar

THE BATTELL OF ALCAZAR , FOVGHT in Barbarie , betweene Sebastian king of Portugall , and Abdelmelec king of Marocco . With the death of Captaine Stukeley . As it was sundrie times plaid by the Lord high Admirall his seruants .

Imprinted at London by Edward Allde for Richard Bankworth , and are to be solde at his shoppe in Pouls Churchyard at the signe of the Sunne . 1594 .

The Tragicall battell of Alcazar in Barbarie . With the death of three Kings , and Captaine Stukley an Englishman . Enter the Presenter . HOnor the spurre that pricks the princely minde , To followe rule and climbe the stately chaire , With great desire inflames the Portingall , An honorable and couragious king , To vndertake a dangerous dreadfull warre , And aide with christian armes the barbarous Moore , The Negro Muly Hamet that with-holds The kingdome from his vnkle Abdilmelec , Whom proud Abdallas wrongd , And in his throne instals his cruell sonne , That now vsurps vpon this prince , This braue Barbarian Lord Muly Molocco . The passage to the crowne by murder made , Abdallas dies , and reigns this tyrant king , Of whome we treate sprong from the Arabian moore Blacke in his looke , and bloudie in his deeds , And in his shirt staind with a cloud of gore , Presents himselfe with naked sword in hand , Accompanied as now you may behold , With deuils coted in the shapes of men . The first dumbe shew . Enter Muly Mahamet and his sonne , and his two young brethren , the Moore sheweth them the bed , and then takes his leaue of them , and they betake them to their rest . And then the presenter speaketh . Like those that were by kind of murther mumd , Sit downe and see what hainous stratagems These damned wits contriue . And lo alas How lyke poore lambes prepard for sacrifice ; This traitor king hales to their longest home , These tender Lords his yonger brethren both . The second dumbe shew . Enter the Moore and two murdrers bringing in his vnkle Abdelmunen , then they draw the curtains and smoother the yong princes in the bed . Which done , in sight of the vnkle they strangle him in his chaire , and then goe forth . And then the Presenter saith . His brethren thus in fatall bed behearst , His fathers brother of too light beleefe . This Negro puts to death by proud command . Saie not these things are faind , for true they are , And vnderstand how eager to inioy His fathers crowne this vnbeleeuing Moore Murthering his vnkle and his brethren , Triumphs in his ambitious tyrannie , Till Nemisis high mistres of reuenge , That with her scourge keepes all the world in awe , With thundering drums awakes the God of warre , And cals the furies from Auernus crags , To range and rage and vengeance to inflict Vengeance on this accursed Moore for sinne , And now behold how Abdelmelec comes , Vnkle to this vnhappie traitor king , Armd with great aide that Amurath had sent , Great Amurath Emperor of the East , For seruice done to Sultan Solimon , Vnder whose colours he had serud in field , Flying the furie of this Negroes father , That wrongd his brethren to install his sonne . Sit you and see this true and tragicke warre , A modern matter full of bloud and ruth , Where three bolde kings confounded in their height , Fell to the earth contending for a crowne , And call this warre The battell of Alcazar . Exit . Sound Drummes and trumpets , and enter Abdilmelec with Calsepius Bassa and his gard , and Zareo a Moore with souldiers . Abdel. Alhaile Argerd Zareo and yee Moores , Salute the frontires of your natiue home , Cease ratling drums , and Abdilmelec here Throw vp thy trembling hands to heauens throne Pay to thy God due thankes and thankes to him That strengthens thee with mightie gracious armes , Against the proud vsurper of thy right , The roiall seate and crowne of Barbarie , Great Amurath great Emperour of the world , The world beare witnesse how I do adore The sacred name of Amurath the great . Calcepius Bassa , Bassa Calcepius To thee and to thy trustie band of men That carefully attend vs in our camp , Pickt souldiers comparable to the guard Of Mermidons , that kept Achilles tent Such thankes we giue to thee and to them all , As may conserne a poore distressed king In honour and in princely curtesie . Bassa . Curteous and honourable Abdelmelec , We are not come at Amuratbs command , As mersenarie men to serue for pay , But as sure friends by our great master sent To gratifie and to remunerate , Thy loue , thy loialtie , and forwardnes , Thy seruice in his fathers dangerous warre , And to performe in view of all the world , The true office of right and roialtie , To see thee in thy kingly chaire inthronde , To settle and to seate thee in the same , To make thee Emperor of this Barbarie , Are come the viseroies and sturdie Ianisaries Of Amurath , sonne to Sultan Solimon . Enter Muly Mahamet Xeque , Rubin Arches , Abdil Rayes , with others . Abdil Rayes Long liue my Lord the soueraigne of my heart , Lord Abdilmelecke whom the God of kings , The mightie Amurath hath happie made , And long liue Amurath for this good deed . Muly Mah. Our Moores haue seen the siluer moons to wane , In banners brauely spreading ouer the plaine , And in this semicircles haue descride All in a golden field a starre to rise , A glorious comet that begins to blase , Promising happie sorting to vs all . Rubyn . Braue man at armes whom Amurath hath sent To sow the lawfull true succeeding seed In Barbarie , that bowes and grones withall Vnder a proud vsurping tyrants mase , Right thou the wrongs this rightfull king hath borne . Abdilm. Distressed ladies and yee dames of Fesse , Sprong from the true Arabian Muly Xarif The loadstarre and the honor of our line , Now cleere your watrie eies , wipe teares away , And cheerfully giue welcome to these armes , Amurath hath sent scourges by his men , To whip that tyrant traitor king from hence , That hath vsurpt from vs , and maimd you all . Souldiers sith rightfull quarrels ayde Succesfull are , and men that manage them Fight not in feare as traitors and their pheres That you may vnderstand what armes we beare , What lawfull armes against our brothers sonne , In sight of heauen , euen of mine honors worth , Truly I will deliver and discourse The summe of all . Descended from the line Of Mahomet , our grandsire Mulizaref With store of golde and treasure leaues Arabia , And strongly plants himselfe in Barbary , And of the Moores that now with vs do wend , Our grandsire Mulizaref was the first , From him well wot ye Muly Mahamet Xeque , Who in his life time made a perfect lawe , Confirmd with generall voice of all his peeres That in his kingdome should successiuely His sonnes succeede . Abdullas was the first Eldest of foure Abdelmenen the second , And we the rest my brother and my selfe , Abdullas raignd his time . But see the change , He labours to inuest his sonne in all , To disanull the lawe our father made , And dis-inherite vs his brethren , And in his life time wrongfully proclaimes , His sonne for king that now contends with vs , Therefore I craue to reobtaine my right That Muly Mahamet the traitor holdes , Traitor and bloudie tyrant both at once , That murthered his yonger brethren both , But on this damned wretch , this traitor king , The Gods shal poure down showers of sharp reuenge . And thus a matter not to you vnknowen I haue deliuered . Yet for no distrust Of loyaltie my welbeloued friend , But that the occasions fresh in memorie Of these encounters , so may moue your mindes , As for the lawfull true succeeding prince , Ye neither thinke your liues nor honors deare Spent in a quarrell iust and honorable . Bassa . Such and no other we repute the cause , That forwardly for thee we vndertake , Thrice puisant and renowmed Abdilmelec , And for thine honor , safetie and crowne , Our liues and honours frankly to expose , To all the dangers that our warre attends , As freely and as resolutely all , As anie Moore whom thou commandest most . Muly Xe. And why is Abdilmelec then so slow To chastise him with furie of the sword , Whose pride doth swell to sway beyond his reach , Follow this pride then with furie of reuenge . Rub. Ar. Of death , of bloud , of wreake , and deepe reuenge . Shall Rubin Archis frame her tragicke songs , In bloud , in death , in murther and misdeede , This heauens mallice did begin and end . Abdilm. Rubin these rights to Abdelmunens ghost , Haue pearst by this to Plutos graue below , The bels of Pluto ring reuenge amaine . The furies and the fiends conspire with thee , Warre bids me drawe my weapons for reuenge Of my deepe wrongs , and my deare brothers death . Muly Xe. Sheath not your swords you soulders of Amurath , Sheath not your swords you Mores of Barbary That fight in right of your annointed king , But follow to the gates of death and hell , Pale death and hell to entertaine his soule . Follow I saie to burning Phlegiton , This traitor tyrant and his companies . Bas Heaue vp your swords against these stony holds , Wherein these barbarous rebels are inclosde , Called for is Abdilmelec by the Gods , To sit vpon the throne of Barbarie . Abd. Ra. Bassa great thankes the honor of the Turks . Forward braue Lords vnto this rightfull warre , How can this battell but succesfull be , Where courage meeteth with a rightfull cause ? Rub. Go in good time my best beloued Lord , Succesfull in thy worke thou vndertakes . Exit . Enter the Moore in his Chariot , attended with his sonne . Pisano his captaine with his gard and treasure . Moore . Pisano , take a cornet of our horse , As many argolets and armed pikes , And with our carriage march awaie before By Scyras , and those plots of ground That to Moroccus leads the lower waie . Our enemies keepe vpon the mountaine tops , And haue incampt themselues not farre from Fesse , Madame , gold is the glue , sinewes , and strength of war , And we must see our treasure may go safe , Away . Now boy what s the newes ? Muly Mah. The newes my Lord is warre , warre and reuenge . And if I shall declare the circumstance . T is thus . Rubyn our vnkles wife that wrings her hands For Abdilmunens death , accompanied With many dames of Fesse in mourning weeds , Neere to Argier encountred Abdilmelec , That bends his force puft vp with Amuraths aide , Against your holds and castles of defence . The yonger brother Muly Mahamet Seth , Greets the great Bassa , that the king of Turkes . Sends to inuade your right and royall realme , And basely beg reuenge , arch-rebels all , To be inflict vpon our progenie . Moore . Why boy , is Amuraths Bassa such a bug , That he is markt to do this doubtie deed ? Then Bassa locke the winds in wards of brasse , Thunder from heauen damne wretched men to death Barre all the offices of Saturnes sonnes , Be Pluto then in hell and barre the fiends , Take Neptunes force to thee and calme the seas , And execute Ioues iustice on the world , Conuey Tamberlaine into our Affrike here , To chastice and to menace lawfull kings , Tamberlaine triumph not , for thou must die As Philip did , Caesar , and Caesars peeres . Muly Mah. The Bassa grosly flattered to his face , And Amuraths praise aduancde aboue the sound Vpon the plaines , the souldiers being spread , And that braue gard of sturdie Ianizaries , That Amurath to Abdilmelec gaue , And bad him boldly be to them as safe , As if he slept within a walled towne , Who take them to their weapons threatning reuenge . Bloudie reuenge , bloudie reuengefull warre . Moore . Awaie , and let me heare no more of this , Why boy , are we successours to the great Abdilmelec , Descended from the Arabian Muly Zarif , And shall we be afraide of Bassas and of bugs , Rawe head and bloudie bone ? Boy , seest here this semitarie by my side , Sith they begin to bath in bloud , Bloud be the theame whereon our time shall tread , Such slaughter with my weapon shall I make , As through the streame and bloudie chanels deepe , Our Moores shall saile in ships and pinnaces , From Tanger shore vnto the gates of Fesse . Muly Mah. And of those slaughtered bodies shall thy sonne , A huge towre erect like Nemrods frame , To threaten those vniust and parciall Gods , That to Abdallas lawfull seed denie , A long , a happie , and triumphant raigne . Sound an alarum within , and enter a messenger . Mes. Flie king of Fesse , king of Moroccus flie , Flie with thy friends Emperour of Barbary , O flie the sword and furie of the foe , That rageth as the ramping lyonesse , In rescue of her yonglings from the beare , Thy townes and holds by numbers basely yeeld , Thy land to Abdilmelecs rule resignes , Thy carriage and thy treasure taken is By Amuraths souldiers , that haue sworne thy death , Flie Amuraths power , and Abdilmelecs threats , Or thou and thine looke heere to breath your last . More . Villain , what dreadfull sound of death & flght Is this , where with thou doest afflict our eares ? But if there be no safetie to abide The fauor , fortune , and successe of warre . Away in hast , roule on my chariot wheeles Restlesse , till I be safely set in shade Of some vnhanted place , some blasted groue Of deadly hue , or dismall cypres tree , Farre from the light or comfort of the Sunne , There to curse heauen , and he that heaues me hence , To seeke as Enuie at Cecropes gate , And pine the thought and terrour of mishaps , Awaie . Exit .

Actus secunda . Scaena prima . Alarum . And then the presenter speaketh . Now warre begins his rage and ruthlesse raine , And Nemisis with bloudie whip in hand , Thunders for vengeance on this Negro moore . Nor may the silence of the speechless night , Diuine Architects of murthers and misdeeds . Of tragedies , and tragicke tyrannies , Hide or containe this barbarous crueltie Of this vsurper to his progenie . Three ghosts crying Vindicta . Hearke Lords , as in a hollow place a farre , The dreadfull shrikes and clamors that resound , And sound reuenge vpon this traitors soule , Traitor to kinne and kinde , to Gods and men . Now Nemisis vpon her doubling drum , Moude with this gastly mone , this sad complaint , Larumes aloud into Alectos eares , And with her thundering wakes whereas they lie , In caue as darke as hell , and beds of steele , The furies iust impes of dire reuenge , Reuenge cries Abdilmelecs grieued ghost , And rouseth with the terror of this noise These nymphs of Erybus . Wreake and reuenge Ring out the soules of his vnhappie brethren , And now start vp these torments of the world , Wakt with the thunder of Ramusians drum , And feareful ecchos of these grieued ghosts , Alecto with her brand and bloudie torch , Megaera with her whip and snakie haire , Tysiphone with her fatall murthering yron , These three conspire , these three complaine & mone , Thus Muly Mahamet is a counsell held , To wreake the wrongs and murthers thou hast done . By this imagine was this barbarous Moore Chased from his dignitie and his diademe , And liues forlorne among the mountaine shrubs , And makes his food the flesh of sauage beasts . Amuraths souldiers haue by this instald Good Abdelmelec in his roiall seate , The dames of Fesse and ladies of the land , In honor of the sonne of Soliman , Erect a statue made of beaten gold , And sing to Amurath songs of lasting praise . Muly Mahamets furie ouer-rulde , His crueltie controld , and pride rebukt , Now at last when sober thoughts renude , Care of his kingdome and desired crowne , The aide that once was offered and refusde By messengers , he furiously imployes , Sebastians aide braue king of Portugall , He forward in all armes and chiualrie Hearkens to his Embassadors , and grants What they in letters and by words intreate . Now listen lordings now begins the game , Sebastians tragedie in this tragicke warre . Alarum within , and then enter Abdilmelec , Muly Mahamet Seth , Calsepius Bassa , with Moores and Ianizaries , and the Ladies . Abdil. Now hath the Sun displaid his golden beams , And duskie clouds dispearst , the welkin cleeres , Wherein the twentie coloured rainbow shewes , After this fight happie and fortunate , Wherein our Moores haue lost the day , And victorie adornd with fortunes plumes , Alights on Abdelmelecs glorious creast , Here finde we time to breath , and now begin To paie thy due and duties thou doest owe , To heauen and earth , to Gods and Amurath . Sound Trumpets . And now drawe neere , and heauen and earth giue eare Giue eare and record heauen and earth with me , Ye Lords of Barbarie hearken and attend , Hearke to the wordes I speake , and vowe I make , To plant the true succession of the crowne , Loe Lords , in our seate roiall to succeede , Our onely brother here we doo install , And by the name of Muly Mahamet Seth , Intitle him true heire vnto the crowne , Ye Gods of heauen gratulate this deed , That men on earth may therwith stand content . Lo thus my due and duetie is done , I paie To heauen and earth , to Gods and Amurath . Sound Trumpets . Muly Mah. Renowmed Bassa , to remunerate Thy worthines and magnanimitie , Behold the noblest ladies of the land , Bring present tokens of their gratitude . Rub. Ar. Rubin that breaths but for reuenge , Bassa by this commends her selfe to thee Resigne the token of her thankfulnes To Amurath the God of earthly kings , Doth Rubin giue and sacrifice her sonne , Not with sweet smoake of fire , or sweet perfume , But with his fathers sword , his mothers thankes Doth Rubin giue her sonne to Amurath . Queene . As Rubin giues her sonne , so we our selues To Amurath giue , and fall before his face . Bassa , weare thou the golde of Barbarie , And glister like the pallace of the Sunne , In honour of the deed that thou hast-dun . Bas. Well worthie of the aide of Amurath , Is Abdilmelec and these noble dames , Rubin thy sonne I shall ere long bestow , Where thou doest him bequeath in honours fee , On Amurath , mightie Emperor of the East , That shall receiue the impe of roiall race , With cheerefull lookes and gleames of princely grace , This chosen gard of Amuraths Ienizaries , I leaue to honor and attend on thee , King of Marocco conqueror of thy foes , True king of Fesse , Emperor of Barbarie , Muly Molocco liue and keepe thy seate , In spite of fortunes spite or enemies threats , Ride Bassa now , bold Bassa homeward ride , As glorious as great Pompey in his pride . Exit omnes . Enter Diego Lopis gouernor of Lisborne , the Irish Bishop , Stukley , Ionas , and Hercules . Dieg. Welcome to Lisborne valiant Catholikes , Welcome braue English-men to Portugall , Most reuerent primate of the Irish Church . And noble Stukeley famous by thy name , Welcome , thrice welcome to Sebastians towne , And welcome English captaines to you all , It ioyeth vs to see his holynes fleet , Cast ancor happily vpon our coast . Bishop . These welcomes worthie gouernor of Lisborne , Argue an honorable minde in thee , But treate of our misfortune therewithall , To Ireland by pope Gregories command , Were we all bound , and therefore thus imbarkt , To land our forces there at vnawares , Conquering the land for his holynesse , And so restore it to the Romane faith , This was the cause of our expedition , And Ireland long ere this had bin subdude , Had not foule weather brought vs to this bay . Diego . Vnder correction , are ye not all Englishmen , And longs not Ireland to that kingdome Lords ? Then may I speake my conscience in the cause , Sance scandall to the holy sea of Rome , Vnhonorable is this expedition , And misbeseeming yoo to meddle in . Stuk. Lord gouernour of Lisborne vnderstand , As we are Englishmen , so are we men , And I am Stukley so resolude in all , To follow rule , honor and Emperie , Not to be bent so strictly to the place , Wherein at first I blew the fire of life , But that I may at libertie make choise , Of all the continents that bounds the world , For why ? I make it not so great desert To be begot or borne in anie place , Sith that s a thing of pleasure and of ease , That might haue bin performd else-where as well . Die . Follow what your good pleasure will , Good Captaine Stukley be it farre from me To take exceptions beyond my priuiledge . Bish. Yet captaine giue me leaue to speake , We must affect our countrie as our parents , And if at anie time we alianate Our loue or industrie from doing it honor , It must respect effects and touch the soule , Matter of conscience and religion , And not desire of rule or benefite . Stuk. Well said Bishop , spoken like your selfe , The reuerent lordly bishop of saint Asses . Herc. The bishop talkes according to his coate , And takes not measure of it by his minde , You see he hath it made thus large and wide , Because he may conuert it as he list , To anie forme may fit the fashion best , Bish. Captaine you do me wrong to descant thus , Vpon my coate or double conscience , And cannot answere it in another place . Die . T is but in iest , Lord bishop put it vp , And all as friends daine to be entertaind , As my abilitie here can make prouision , Shortly shall I conduct you to the king , Whose welcomes euermore to strangers are , Princely and honorable as his state becomes . Stuk. Thankes worthie gouernor , come bishop come Will you shew fruits of quarrell and of wrath , Come let vs in with my Lord of Lisborne here , And put all conscience into one carouse , Letting it out againe , as we may liue . There shall no action passe my hand or sword , That cannot make a step to gaine a crowne , No word shall passe the office of my tong , That sounds not of affection to a crowne , No thought haue being in my lordly brest , That workes not euerie waie to win a crowne , Deeds , wordes and thoughts shall all be as a kings , My chiefest companie shall be with kings , And my deserts shall counterpoise a kings , Why should not I then looke to be a king ? I am the marques how of Ireland made , And will be shortly king of Ireland , King of a mole-hill had I rather be , Than the richest subiect of a monarchie , Huffe it braue minde , and neuer cease t' aspire , Before thou raigne sole king of thy desire Exeunt . Enter the Moore , with Calipolis his wife , Muly Mahamet his sonne , and two others . Moore . Where art thou boy , where is Calypolis ? O deadly wound that passeth by mine eie , The fatall prison of my swelling heart ! O fortune constant in vnconstancie ! Fight earth-quakes in the intrailes of the earth , And Easterne whirl-windes in the hellish shades , Some foule contagion of the infected heauen , Blast all the trees , and in their cursed tops , The dismall night rauen and tragike owle Breed , and become fore-tellers of my fall , The fatall ruine of my name and me , Adders and serpents hisse at my disgrace , And wound the earth with anguish of their stings , Now Abdelmelee , now triumph in Fesse , Fortune hath made thee king of Barbary . Caly. Alas my Lord , what boots these huge exclaimes To aduantage vs in this distrest estate , O pittie our perplext estate my Lord ; And turne all curses to submisse complaints , And those complaints to actions of reliefe , I faint my Lord , and naught may cursing plaintes Refresh the fading substance of my life . Moore . Faint all the world , consume and be accurst , Since my state faints and is accurst . Calyp. Yet patience Lord to conquere sorrowes so . More . What patience is for him that lacks his crowne There is no patience where the losse is such , The shame of my disgrace hath put on wings , And swiftly flies about this earthly ball , Car'st thou to liue then fond Calypolis , When he that should giue essence to thy soule , He on whose glorie all thy ioy should stay , Is soulelesse , glorylesse , and desperate , Crying for battell , famine , sword and fire , Rather then calling for reliefe or life . But be content , thy hunger shall haue end , Famine shall pine to death and thou shalt liue , I will go hunt these cursed solitaries , And make the sword and target here my hound , To pull downe lyons and vntamed beasts . Exit . Mah. Tush mother , cherish your vnheartie soule , And feede with hope of happines and ease , For if by valor or by policie , My kingly father can be fortunate , We shall be Ioues commanders once againe , And flourish in a three-fold happines . Zareo His maiestie hath sent Sebastian The good and harmelesse king of Portugall , A promise to resigne the roialtie And kingdome of Marocco to his hands , But when this haughtie offer takes effect , And workes affiance in Sebastian , My gracious Lord warnd wisely to aduise , I doubt not but will watch occasion , And take her fore-top by the slenderest haire , To rid vs of this miserable life . Mah. Good madame cheere your selfe , my Fathers wife , He can submit himselfe and liue below , Make shew of friendship , promise , vow and sweare , Till by the vertue of his faire pretence , Sebastian trusting his integritie , He makes himselfe possessor of such fruits , As grow vpon such great aduantages . Calip. But more dishonor hangs on such misdeeds , Than all the profit their returne can beare , Such secret judgements hath the heauens imposde Vpon the drouping state of Barbarie , As publike merites in such lewd attempts , Hath drawne with violence vpon our heads . Enter Muly Mahamet with lyons flesh vpon bis sworde . Mu. Ma. Hold thee Calypolis feed and faint no more , This flesh I forced from a lyonesse , Meate of a princesse , for a princesse meate , Learne by her noble stomacke to esteeme Penurie plentie , in extreamest dearth , Who when she sawe her foragement bereft , Pinde not in melancholy or childlish feare , But as braue mindes are strongest in extreames , So she redoubling her former force Rangde thorough the woodes , and rent the breeding vaultes Of proudest sauages to saue her selfe , Feede then and faint not faire Calypolis , For rather than fierce famine shall preuaile , To gnaw thy intrailes with her thornie teeth , The conquering lyonesse shall attend on thee , And laie huge heapes of slaughtered carcases As bulwarkes in her waie to keepe her backe . I will prouide thee of a princely ospraie , That as she flyeth ouer fish in pooles , The fish shall turne their glistering bellies vp , And thou shalt take thy liberall choice of all , Ioues stately bird with wide commanding wings Shall houer still about thy princely head , And beate downe fowle by sholes into thy lap , Feede then and faint not faire Calypolis . Calyp. Thankes good my Lord , and though my stomacke be Too queasie to disgest such bloudie meate , Yet strength I it with vertue of my minde , I doubt no whit but I shall liue my Lord . Moore . Into the shades then faire Calypolis , And make thy sonne and Negros here good cheere , Feede and be fat that we may meete the foe With strength and terror to reuenge our wrong . Enter Sebastian king of Portugall , the Duke of Auero , the duke of Barceles , Leues de Silua , Christophero de Tauera Sebast. Call forth those Moores , those men of Barbarie . That came with letters from the king of Fesse . Exit one . Ye warlike lords and men of chiualrie , Honorable Embassadors of this high regent , Harke to Sebastian king of Portugall : These letters sent from your distressed Lord , Torne from his throne by Abdilmelecs hand , Strengthned and raisde by furious Amurath , Imports a kingly fauor at our hands , For aide to reobtaine his roiall seate , And place his fortunes in their former height . For quitall of which honorable armes , By these his letters he doth firmely vow , Wholy to yeeld and to surrender vp The kingdome of Maroccus to our hands , And to become to vs contributarie , And to content himselfe with the realme of Fesse , These lines my Lords writ in extremitie , Containe therefore but during fortunes date , How shall Sebastian then beleeue the same ? Embas. Viceroies , and most christian king of Portugall , To satisfie thy doubtfull minde heerein , Command forthwith a blasing brand of fire Be brought in presence of thy maiestie , Then shalt thou see by our religious vowes And ceremonies most inuiolate How firme our soueraignes protestations are , Beholde my Lord , this bindes our faith to thee . In token that great Muly Mahamets hand Hath writ no more than his stout heart allowes , And will performe to thee and to thine heires , We offer heere our hands into this flame , And as this flame doth fasten on this flesh , So from our soules we wish it may consume The heart of our great Lord and soueraigne Muly Mahamet king of Barbarie , If his intent agree not with his wordes . Sebast. These ceremonies and protestations Sufficeth vs ye Lordes of Barbarie , Therefore returne this answere to your king , Assure him by the honour of my crowne , And by Sebastians true vnfained faith He shall haue aide and succour to recouer , And seate him in his former emperie , Let him relie vpon our princely word , Tell him by August we will come to him , With such a power of braue impatient mindes , As Abdelmelec and great Amurath Shall tremble at the strength of Portugall . Emb. Thanks to the renowmed king of Portugal On whose stout promises our state depend . Sebast. Barbarians go glad your distressed king , And saie Sebastian liues to right his wrong , Exit . Duke of Auero call in those English-men , Don Stukley , and those Captaines of the fleet That lately landed in our bay of Lisborne . Now breath Sebastian , and in breathing blow Some gentle gale of thy new formed ioyes , Duke of Auero , it shall be your charge , To take the muster of the Portugals , And brauest blouds of all our countrie , Lewes de Sylua you shall be dispatcht With letters vnto Philip king of Spaine , Tell him we craue his aide in this behalfe , I know our brother Philip nill denie His furtherance in this holy christian warre , Duke of Barceles as thy ancestors Haue alwaies loiall bin to Portugall , So now in honor of thy toward youth , Thy charge shall be to Anwerpe speedily , To hire vs mercenarie men at armes , Promise them princely paie , and be thou sure Thy word is ours , Sebastian speakes the word . Chri. I beseech your maiestie imploy me in this war . Seb. Christopher de Tauera , next vnto my selfe My good Efestian , and my bedfellow , Thy cares and mine shall be alike in this , Enter Stukley and the rest . And thou and I will liue and die together . And now braue English-men to you , Whom angrie stormes haue put into our bay , Hold not your fortune ere the worse in this , We holde our strangers honors in our hand , And for distressed franke and free reliefe , Tell me then Stukley , for that s thy name I trow , Wilt thou in honor of thy countries fame , Hazard thy person in this braue exploit , And follow vs to fruitfull Barbarie , With these sixe thousand souldiers thou hast brought And choicely pickt through wanton Italy , Thou art a man of gallant personage , Proud in thy lookes , and famous euerie waie , Frankly tell me , wilt thou go with me ? Stuk Couragious king , the wonder of my thoughts And yet my Lord , with pardon vnderstand , My selfe and these , whom weather hath inforst , To lie at roade vpon thy gracious coast , Did bend our course and made amaine for Ireland . Sebast. For Ireland Stukley , thou mistakst me wonderous much , With seuen shippes , two pinnaces , and sixe thousand men , I tell thee Stukley , they are farre too weake , To violate the Queene of Irelands right , For Irelands Queene commandeth Englands force , Were euerie ship ten thousand on the seas , Mand with the strength of all the Easterne kings , Conuaying all the monarchs of the world , To inuade the Iland where her highnes raignes , T were all in vaine , for heauens and destinies Attend and wait vpon her Maiestie , Sacred , imperiall , and holy is her seate , Shining with wisedome , loue and mightines . Nature that euerie thing imperfect made , Fortune that neuer yet was constant found , Time that defaceth euerie golden shew , Dare not decay , remoue , or be impure , Both nature , time and fortune , all agree , To blesse and serue her roiall maiestie , The wallowing Ocean hems her round about , Whose raging flouds do swallow vp her foes , And on the rockes their ships in peeces split , And euen in Spaine where all the traitors dance , And plaie themselues vpon a sunny daie , Securely gard the west part of her Isle , The South the narow Britaine sea begirts , Where Neptune sits in triumph , to direct Their course to hell that aime at her disgrace , The Germaine seas alongst the East do run , Where Venus banquets all her water Nymphs , That with her beautie glansing on the waues , Disdaines the checke of faire Proserpina , Aduise thee then proud Stukley ere thou passe , To wrong the wonder of the highest God , Sith danger , death and hell doth follow thee , Thee and them all that seeke to danger her . If honor be the marke wherat thou aimst , Then followe me in holy christian warres , And leaue to seeke thy Countries ouerthrow . Stuk. Rather my Lord , let me admire these wordes , Then answere to your firme obiections , His holynes Pope Gregorie the seuenth , Hath made vs foure the leaders of the rest , Amongst the rest my Lord , I am but one , If they agree Stukley will be the first To die with honor for Sebastian . Sebast. Tell me Lord Bishop , Captaines tell me all , Are you content to leaue this enterprise , Against your countrie and your countrie men , To aide Mahamet king of Barbarie ? Bish. To aide Mahamet king of Barbarie , T is gainst our vowes great king of Portugall . Sebast. Then Captaines what saie you ? Ionas I saie my Lord as the Bishop said , We may not turne from conquering Ireland . Herc. Our countrie and our country-men will condemne Vs worthie of death , if we neglect our vowes . Sebast Consider Lords you are now in Portugall , And I may now dispose of you and yours . Hath not the winde and weather giuen you vp , And made you captiues to our roiall will ? Ionas . It hath my Lord , and willingly wee yeeld To be commanded by your maiestie , But if you make vs voluntarie men , Our course is then direct for Ireland . Sebast. That course will we direct for Barbary , Follow me Lords , Sebastian leades the way , To plant the christian fath in Affrica . Stuk. Saint George for England , and Irelande nowe adue , For here Tom Stukley shapes his course anue . Exit . Enter the presenter and speakes . Lo thus into a lake of bloud and gore , The braue couragious king of Portugall Hath drencht himselfe , and now prepares amaine With sailes and oares to crosse the swelling seas , With men and ships , courage and canon shot , To plant this cursed Moore in fatall houre , And in this Catholike case the king of Spaine Is cald vpon by sweet Sebastian . Who surfetting in prime time of his youth , Vpon ambitious poison dies thereon . By this time is the Moore to Tangar come , A citie longing to the Portugall , And now doth Spaine promise with holy face , As fauouring the honor of the cause , His aide of armes , and leuies men apace , But nothing lesse than king Sebastians good He meanes , yet at Sucor de Tupea . He met some saie in person with the Portugall , And treateth of a marriage with the king , But ware ambitious wiles and poisned eies , There was nor aide of armes nor marriage , For on his waie without those Spaniardes king Sebastian went . Enter the king of Portugall and his Lordes , Lewes de Sylua , and the Embassadors of Spaine . Seb. Honorable Lords , Embassadors of Spaine , The many fauors by our meetings done From our beloued and renowmed brother , Philip the Catholike king of Spaine Say therefore good my Lord Embassador , Saie how your mightie master minded is , To propagate the fame of Portugall . Embas. To propagate the fame of Portugall , And plant religious truth in Affrica , Philip the great and pussant king of Spaine , For loue and honor of Sebastians name , Promiseth aide of armes and sweares by vs To doe your maiestie all the good he can , With men , munition , and supply of warre , Of Spaniards proud in king Sebastians aide , To spend their blouds in honor of their Christ . Legate . And farther to manifest vnto your maiesty How much the Catholike king of Spaine affects This warre with Moores and men of little faith , The honour of your euerlasting praise , Behold to honor and inlarge thy name , He maketh offer of his daughter Isabel , To linke in marriage with the braue Sebastian , And to inrich Sebastians noble wife , His maiestie with promise to resigne The titles of the Islands of Moloccus , That by his roialtie in Iudah he commands These fauors with vnfained loue and zeale , Voweth king Philip to king Sebastian . Sebast. And God so deale with king Sebastians soul As iustly he intends to fight for Christ , Nobles of Spaine , sith our renowmed brother , Philip the king of honor and of zeale , By you the chosen Orators of Spaine , The offer of the holdes he makes Are not so precious in our account , As is the peerlesse dame whom we adore , His daughter , in whose loyaltie consists The life and honor of Sebastian . As for the aide of armes he promiseth , We will expect , and thankfully receiue At Cardis , as we saile alongst the coast . Sebastian clap thy hands for ioy , Honourd by this meeting and this match , Go Lords and follow to the famous warre Your king , and be his fortune such in all , As he intends to manage armes in right . Exeunt . Manet Stubley and another . Stuk. Sit fast Sebastian , and in this worke God and good men labor for Portugall , For Spaine disguising with a double face , Flatters thy youth and forwardnes good king , Philip whome some call the catholike king , I feare me much thy faith will not be firme , But disagree with thy profession . The other . What then shall of these men of warre become , Those numbers that do multiply in Spaine ? Stuk. Spaine hath a vent for them and their supplies , The Spaniard readie to imbarke himselfe , Heere gathers to a head , but all to sure , Flanders I feare shall feele the force of Spaine , Let Portugall fare as he may or can , Spaine meanes to spend no pouder on the moores . The other . If kings doo dally so with holy oaths , The heauens will right the wrongs that they sustaine , Philip if these forgeries be in thee , Assure thee king , t will light on thee at last , And when proud Spaine hopes soundly to preuaile , The time may come that thou and thine shall faile . Exit . Enter Abdelmelec , Muly Mahamet . Seth , Zareo and their Traine . Abdelm. The Portugall lead with decoining hope , Hath raisde his power , and receiu'd our foe With honorable welcomes and regard , And left his countrie bounds , and hether bends , In hope to helpe Mahamet to a crowne , And chase vs hence , and plant this Negro moore That clads himselfe in coat of hammerd steele , To heaue vs from the honor we possesse , But for I haue my selfe a souldier bin , I haue in pittie to the Portugall Sent secret messengers to counsell him . As for the aide of Spaine whereof they hop'd , We haue dispatcht our letters to their prince , To craue that in a quarrell so vniust , He that intituled is the Catholike king , Would not assist a carelesse christian prince , And as by letters we are let to know , Our offer of the seuen holdes we made , He thankfully receives , with all conditions , Differing in minde farre from all his wordes And promises to king Sebastian , As we would wish , or you my Lords desire . Zareo. What resteth then but Abdelmelec may Beate backe this proud inuading Portugall , And chastice this ambitious Negro moore With thousand deaths for thousand damned deeds . Abdilm. Forward Zareo and ye manly moores , Sebastian see in time vnto thy selfe , If thou and thine misled doe thriue amisse , Guiltlesse is Abdilmelec of thy bloud . Exeunt . Enter Don de Meuysis gouernor of Tangar , with his companie speaking to the Captaine . Gouer. Captaine , we haue receiued Letters from the king . That with such signes and arguments of loue , We entertaine the king of Barbarie , That marcheth toward Tangar with his men , The poore remainders of those that fled from Fesse , When Abdilmelec got the glorious day , And stald himselfe in his emperiall throne . Cap. Lord gouernor , we are in readines To welcome and receiue this haplesse king , Chased from his land by angrie Amurath , And if the right rest in this lustie Moore , Bearing a princely heart vnvanquishable , A noble resolution than it is , In braue Sebastian our christian king , To aide this Moore with his victorious armes , Thereby to propagate religious truth , And plant his springing praise in Affrica . Ano. Capt. But when ariues this braue Sebastian , To knit his forces with this manly Moore , That both in one , and one in both may ioyne In this attempt of noble consequence ? Our men of Tangar long to see their king , Whose princely face that lyke the summers sonne , Glads all these hether parts of Barbarie . Gouern. Captaines , he commeth hetherward amaine , Top and top gallant , all in braue araie The 26. daie of Iune he lefte the bay of Lisborne , And with all his fleete at Cardis happily he Ariu'de in Spain the eight of Iuly , tarrying for the aide That Philip king of Spaine had promised , And fifteene daies he there remaind aboord , Expecting when this Spanish force would come , Nor stept a shore as he were going still : But Spaine that meant and minded nothing lesse , pretends a sodaine feare and care to keepe His owne from Amuraths fierce inuasion , And to excuse his promise to our king , For which he stormes as great Achilles earst . Lying for want of winde in Aldest gulfe , And hoisteth vp his sailes and anchors waighs , And hetherward he comes , and lookes to meete This manly Moore , whose case he vndertakes , Therefore go we to welcome and rescue , With canon shot , and shouts of yong and olde , This fleet of Portugals and troupe of Moores . Exit . The Trumpets sound the chambers are dischargde . Then enter the king of Portugall and the Moore , with all theyr traine . Sebast. Muly Mahamet king of Barbarie Well met , and welcome to our towne of Tanger , After this sodaine shocke and haplesse warre , Welcome braue Queene of Moores , repose thee here , Thou and thy noble sonne , and souldiers all , Ropose you here in king Sebastians towne . Thus farre in honor of thy name and aide Lord Mahamet , we haue aduentured To winne for thee a kingdome , for our selues Fame , and performance of those promises , That in thy faith and roialtie thou hast Sworne to Sebastian king of Portugall , And thriue it so with thee as thou doest meane , And meane thou so as thou doest wish to thriue , And if our Christ for whom in chiefe we fight , Heereby to inlarge the bounds of christendome , Fauor this warre , and as I do not doubt , Send victorie to light vpon my crest . Braue Moore I will aduance thy kingly sonne , And with a diademe of pearle and golde , Adorne thy temples and inrich thy head , Moore O braue Sebastian noble Portugall , Renowmd and honourd euer maist thou bee , Triumpher ouer those that menace thee . The hellish prince grim Pluto with his mace Ding downe my soule to hel , and with this soule This sonne of mine the honor of my house , But I performe religiously to thee , That I haue holyly earst vndertane , And that thy Lords and Captaines may perceiue My minde in this single and pure to be , As pure as is the water of the brooke , My dearest sonne to thee I doo ingage , Receiue him Lord in hostage of my vow , For euen my minde presageth to my selfe , That in some slauish sort I shall beholde Him dragde along this running riuer shore , A spectacle to dant the pride of those That climbe aloft by force , and not by right . The Moores sonne . Nor can it otherwise befall the man That keeps his seate and scepter all in feare , That weares his crowne in eie of all the world , Reputed theft and not inheritance . What title then hath Abdilmelec here , To barre our father or his progenie , Right roiall prince , hereof you make no doubt , Agreeing with your wholsome christian lawes , Helpe then couragious Lord with hand and sword , To cleere his waie , whose lets are lawlesse men , And for this deede ye all shall be renowmd , Renowmd and chronicled in bookes of fame , In bookes of fame and caracters of brasse , Of brasse may beaten golde , fight then for fame , And finde the Arabian Muly Hamet here , Aduenturous , bold , and full of rich reward . Stuk. Braue boy , how plaine this princely mind in thee Argues the height and honor of thy birth , And well haue I obseru'd thy forwardnes , Which being tendred by your maiestie , No doubt the quarrell opened by the mouth Of this yong prince vnpartially to vs , May animate and hearten all the hoast , To fight against the deuill for Lord Mahamet . Sebast. True Stukley , and so freshly to my minde , Hath this yong prince redus'd his fathers wrong , That in good time I hope this honors fire , Kindled alreadie with regard of right , Bursts into open flames , and cals for warres , Warres , warres to plant the true succeeding prince . Lord Mahamet , I take thy noble sonne A pledge of honor , and shal vse him so . Lord Lodowicke , and my good Lord of Auero See this yong prince conuaide safe to Messegon , And there accompanide as him fitteth best , And to this warre prepare ye more and lesse , This rightfull warre , that Christians God will blesse . Exeunt .

Actus 4. The presenter speaketh . Now hardned is this haplesse heathen prince , And strengthned by the armes of Portugall , This Moore , this murtherer of his progenie . And warre and weapons now , and bloud and death Wait on the counsels of this cursed king : And to a bloudie banket he inuites The braue Sebastian and his noble peeres . Enter to the bloudie banket . In fatall houre ariu'd this peerelesse prince , To loose his life , his life and many liues Of lustie men , couragious Portugals , Drawen by ambitious golden lookes , Let fame of him no wrongfull censure sound , Honour was obiect of his thoughtes , ambition was his ground . Exit . Enter Abdelmelec and his traine . Abdilm. Now tell mee Celybin , what doeth the enemie ? Celybin. The enemie dread lord , hath left the towne Of Areil , with a thousand souldiers armde , To gard his fleet of thirteene hundred saile , And mustering of his men before the wals , He found he had two thousand armed horse , And foureteene thousand men that serue on foot , Three thousand pioners , and a thousand cochmen , Besides a number almost numberlesse Of drudges , Negroes , slaues and Muliters , Horse-boies , landresses and curtizans , And fifteene hundred waggons full of stuffe For noble men , brought vp in delicate . Abdil. Alas good king , thy fore-sight hath bin small To come with women into Barbarie , With landresse , with baggage , and with trash , Numbers vnfit to multiplie thy hoast . Cely. Their paiment in the campe is passing slow , And victuals scarce , that many faint and die . Abdilm. But whether marcheth he in all this hast ? Cely. Some thinkes he marcheth hetherward , And meanes to take this citie of Alcazar . Abdil. Vnto Alcazar , O vnconstant chance ! Cely. The braue and valiant king of Portugall Quarters his power in foure batalians , A-front the which , to welcome vs withall , Are sixe and thirtie roaring peeces plast , The first consisting of light armed horse , And of the garisons from Tangar brought Is lead by Aluaro Peres de Tauero , The left or middle battell of Italians , And Germane horse-men Stukley doth command , A warlike Englishman sent by the pope , That vainly cals himselfe Marques of Ireland . Alonjo Aquilaz conducts the third , That wing of Germaine souldiers most consists . The fourth legion is none but Portugals , Of whom Lodeuico Caesar hath the chiefest charge , Besides there stand sixe thousand horse Brauely attirde , prest where need requires . Thus haue I tolde your roiall maiestie , How he is plac'd to braue his fight . Abdil. But where 's our nephew Muly Mahamet ? Cely He marcheth in the middle , garded about With full fiue hundred hargubuze on foote , And twice three thousand needlesse armed pikes . Zareo. Great soueraigne , vouchsafe to heare me speak , And let Zareos counsell now preuaile , Whilst time doth serue , and that these Christians dare Approch the field with warlike Ensignes spread , Let vs in hast with all our forces meete , And hemme them in , that not a man escape , So will they be aduisde another time , How they doo touch the shore of Barbarie . Abdilm. Zareo , heare our resolution , And thus our forces we will first dispose , Hamet my brother with a thousand shot On horse-backe , and choice harguebuziers all , Hauing ten thousand with speare and shield , Shall make the right wing of the battell vp , Zareo you shall haue in charge the left , Two thousand argolets and ten thousand horse , The maine battell of harguebuze on foot , And twentie thousand horse-men in their troupes , My selfe inuirond with my trustie' gard Of Ianizaries , fortunate in warre , And toward Arzil will we take our waie , If then our enemie will balke our force , In Gods name let him , it will be his best , But if he leuell at Alcazar wals , Then beate him backe with bullets as thicke as haile , And make him know and rue his ouersight , That rashly seekes the ruine of this land . Exeunt . Enter Sebastian king of Portugall , the Duke of Auero , Stukley , and others . Sebast. Why tell me Lords , why left ye Portugall , And crost the seas with vs to Barbarie , Was it to see the countrie and no more , Or else to slay before ye were assaild ? I am ashamd to thinke that such as you , Whose deeds haue bin renowmed heretofore , Should slacke in such an act of consequence , We come to fight , and fighting vow to die , Or else to win the thing for which we came , Because Abdilmelec as pittying vs , Sends messages to counsell quietnes , You stand amaz'd and thinke it sound aduise , As if our enemie would wish vs anie good , No , let him know we scorne his curtesie , And will resist his forces what so ere . Cast feare aside , my selfe will leade the way , And make a passage with my conquering sword Knee deepe in bloud of these accursed Moores , And they that loue my honor follow me . Were you as resolute as is your king , Alcazar wals should fall before your face , And all the force of this Barbarian Lord Should be confounded , were it ten times more . Auero. So well become these words a kingly mouth That are of force to make a coward fight , But when aduice and prudent fore-sight Is ioynd with such magnanimitie , Troupes of victorie and kingly spoiles Adorne his crowne , his kingdome , and his fame . Herc. We haue descride vpon the mountaine tops A hugie companie of inuading Moores , And they my lord , as thicke as winters haile , Will fall vpon our heads at vnawares , Best then betimes t' auoide this gloomie storme , It is in vaine to striue with such a streame . Enter Muly Mahamet . Muly Mah. Beholde thrice noble Lorde , vncalde I come , To counsell where necessitie commands , And honor of vndoubted victorie , Makes me exclime vpon this dastard flight . Why king Sebastian , wilt thou now fore-slow , And let so great a glorie slip thy hands ? Saie you doo march vnto Tarissa now , The forces of the foe are come so nigh , That he will let the passage of the riuer , So vnawares you will be forst to fight . But know O king , and you thrice valiant Lords , Few blowes will serue , I aske but onely this , That with your power you march into the field , For now is all the armie resolute , To leaue the traitor helplesse in the fight , And flie to me as to their rightfull prince , Some horse-men haue alreadie lead the waie , And vow the like for their companions , The host is full of tumult and of feare . Then as you come to plant me in my seate , And to inlarge your fame in Affrica , Now , now or neuer brauely execute Your resolution sound and honorable , And end this warre together with his life , That doth vsurpe the crowne with tyrannie . Sebast. Captaines , you heare the reasons of the king , Which so effectually haue pearst wine eares , That I am fully resolute to fight , And who refuseth now to follow me , Let him be euer counted cowardly . Auero. Shame be his share that flies when kings do fight , Auero laies his life before your feet . Stukley For my parte Lordes , I cannot sell my bloud Deerer than in the companie of kings . Exeunt . Manet Muly Mahamet . Muly Ma. Now haue I set these Portugals a worke , To hew a waie for me vnto the crowne , Or with your weapons here to dig your graues , You dastards of the night and Erybus , Fiends , Fairies , hags that fight in beds of steele , Range through this armie with your yron whips , Driue forward to this deed this christian crew , And let me triumph in the tragedie , Though it be seald and honourd with my bloud , Both of the Portugall and barbarous Moore , Ride Nemisis , ride in thy firie cart , And sprinkle gore amongst these men of warre , That either partie eager of reuenge , May honor thee with sacrifice of death , And hauing bath'd thy chariot wheeles in bloud , Descend and take to thy tormenting hell , The mangled bodie of that traitor king , That scornes the power and force of Portugall . Then let the earth discouer to his ghost , Such tortures as vsurpers feele below , Rackt let him be in proud lxions wheele , Pinde let him be with Tantalus endlesse thirst , Praie let him be to Tisons greedie bird , Wearied with Sisiphus immortall toile , And lastly for reuenge , for deepe reuenge , Whereof thou goddesse and deuiser art , Damnd let him be , damnd and condemnd to beare All torments , tortures , plagues and paines of hell . Exit . Enter the Presenter before the last dumbe show , and speaketh . Ill be to him that so much ill bethinkes , And ill betide this foule ambitious Moore , Whose wily traines with smoothest course of speech . Hath tide and tangled in a dangerous warre , The fierce and manly king of Portugall . Lightning and thunder . Nowe throwe the heauens foorth their lightning flames , And thunder ouer Affrickes fatall fields , Bloud will haue bloud , foul murther scape no scourge . Enter Fame like an Angell , and hangs the crownes vpon a tree . At last descendeth fame as Iris , To finish fainting Didoes dying lyfe , Fame from her stately bowte doth descend , And on the tree as fruit new ripe to fall , Placeth the crownes of these vnhappie kings , That earst she kept in eie of all the world . Heere the blazing Starre . Now fiery starres and streaming comets blaze , That threat the earth and princes of the same . Fire workes . Fire , fire about the axiltree of heauen , Who whorles round , and from the foot of Casyopa In fatall houre consumes these fatall crownes , One fals . Downe fals the diademe of Portugall , The other fals . The crownes of Barbary and kingdomes fall , Ay me , that kingdomes may not stable stand , And now approching neere the dismall day , The bloudie daie wherein the battels ioyne , Mondaie the fourth of August seuentie eight , The sunne shines wholy on the parched earth , The brightest planet in the highest heauen , The heathens eager bent against their foe , Giue onset with great ordnance to the warre . The christians with great noise of canon shot , Send angrie onsets to the enemie . Geue eare and heare how warre begins his song , With dreadfull clamors , noise , and trumpets sound . Exit . Alarums within , let the chambers be discharged , then enter to the battell , and the Moores flie . Skirmish still then enter Ab dilmelec in his chaire , Zareo and their traine . Abdil. Saie on Zareo , tell me all the newes , Tell me what furie rangeth in our campe , That hath inforst our Moores to turne their backes . Zareo saie , what chance did bode this ill , What ill inforst this dastard cowardise ? Zareo. My Lord , such chance as wilfull warre affords Such chances and misfortunes as attend On him , the God of battell and of armes , My Lord , when with our ordenance fierce we sent Our Moores with smaller shot as thicke as haile , Followes apace to charge the Portugall , The valiant Duke the deuill of Auero , The bane of Barbary , fraughted full of ire Breakes through the rankes , and with fiue hundred horsse All men at armes , forward and full of might , Assaults the middle wing , and puts to flight Eight thousand Harquebush that seru'd on foot , And twentie thousand Moores with speare & sheild : And therewithall the honour of the day . Abdel. Ah Abdelmelec doost thou liue to heare This bitter processe of this first attempt ? Labour my Lords to renue our force , Of fainting Moores , and fight it to the last . My horsse Zareo , O the goale is lost , The goale is lost , thou King of Portugall Thrice happy chance it is for thee and thine That heauens abates my strength and calles me hence . My sight doth faile , my soule , my feeble soule Shall be releaste from prison on this earth : Farwell vaine world for I haue playd my parte . He dyeth . A long Skirmidge , and then enter his brother Muly Mahomet Seth. Muly. Braue Abdelmelec , thou thrise noble Lord , Not such a wound was giuen to Barbary , Had twenty hoasts of men beene put to swoord As death , pale death with fatall shaft hath giuen . Loe dead is he , my brother and my King Whome I might haue reuiu'd with newes I bring . Zareo. His honours and his types he hath resignde Vnto the world , and of a manly man Loe , in a twinckling a sencelesse stocke we see . Muly. You trustie soldiers of this warlike King , Be counsail de now by vs in this aduise , Let not his death be bruted in the campe , Least with the sodaine sorrowe of the newes , The armye wholy be discomfited . My Lord Zareo thus I comforte you , Our Moores haue brauely borne themselues in fight Likely to get the honour of the day If ought may gotten be where losse is such . Therfore in this apparell as he dyed My noble brother will we heere aduance , And set him in his chayre with cunning props , That our Barbarians may beholde their King And thinke he doth repose him in his Tent . Zareo. Right pollitique and good is your aduice . Goe then to see it speedily performd . Braue Lord , if Barbary recouer this , Thy soule with ioy will sit and see the sight . Exeunt . Alarmes . Enter to the battaile , and the christians flye . The Duke of Auero slaine . Enter Sebastian and Stukeley . Sebast. Seest thou not Stukley , O Stukley seest thou not The great dishonour doone to Christendome ? Our cheerfull onset crost in springing hope , The braue and mightie prince , Duke of Auero Slaine in my sight , now ioy betide his ghost , For like a lyon did he beare himselfe . Our battels are all now disordered , And by our horses strange retiring backe , Our middle wing of foot-men ouer-rod . Stukley , alas I see my ouer-sight , False hearted Mahamet , now to my cost , I see thy trecherie , warnd to beware A face so full of fraud and villanie . Alarums within , and they runne out , and two set vppon Stukley , and he driueth them in . Then enter the Moore and his boy flying . Moore . Villaine , a horse . Boy . Oh my Lord , if you returne you die . Moore . Villaine I saie , giue me a horse to flie , To swimme the riuer villaine , and to flie . Exit boy . Where shall I finde some vnfrequented place , Some vncouth walke where I may curse my fill , My starres , my dam , my planets and my nurse , The fire , the aire , the water , and the earth , All causes that haue thus conspirde in one , To nourish and preserue me to this shame , Thou that wert at my birth predominate , Thou fatall starre , what planet ere thou be , Spit out thy poison bad , and all the ill That fortune , fate or heauen may bode a man . Thou Nurse infortunate , guiltie of all : Thou mother of my life that broughtst me forth , Curst maist thou be for such a cursed sonne , Curst be thy sonne with euerie curse thou hast , Ye Elements of whome consists this clay , This masse of flesh , this cursed crazed corpes , Destroy , dissolue , disturbe , and dissipate , What water , earth , and aire conieald . Alarums and enter the boy . Boy . Oh my Lorde , these rulthlesse Moores pursue you at the heeles , And come amaine to put you to the sword . Moore . A horse , a horse , villaine a horse , That I may take the riuer straight and flie , Boy . Here is a horse my Lord , As swiftly pac'd as Pegasus , Mount thee thereon , and saue thy selfe by flight . Moore . Mount me I will , But may I neuer passe the riuer till I be Reuengde vpon thy soule accursed Abdilmelec , If not on earth , yet when we meete in hell , Before grim Minos , Rodamant , and Eocus , The cumbat will I craue vpon thy ghost , And drag thee thorough the lothsome pooles , Of Lethes , Stikes , and firie Phlegiton . Exit . Alarums . Enter Stukley with two Italians . Herc. Stand traitor , stand ambitious English-man , Proud Stukley stand , and stirre not ere thou die , Thy forwardnes to follow wrongfull armes , And leaue our famous expedition earst , Intended by his holynes for Ireland , Fouly hath here betraide , and tide vs all To ruthlesse furie of our heathen foe , For which as we are sure to die , Thou shalt paie satisfaction with thy bloud . Stuk. Auant base villaines , twit ye me with shame Or infamie of this iniurious warre ? When he that is the iudge of right and wrong Determines battaile as him pleaseth best . But sith my starres bode me this tragicke end That I must perrish by these barbarous Moores , Whose weapons haue made passage for my soule That breakes from out the prison of my brest , Ye proud malicious dogges of Italy Strike on , strike downe this body to the earth Whose mounting minde stoopes to no feeble stroke . Stab him . Ionas . Why suffer we this English man to liue ? Villaine bleed on , thy blood in chanels run And meet with those whome thou to death hast doon Exeunt . Stuk. Thus Stukley slaine with many a deadly stab , Dyes in these desart feilds of Affrica . Harke freindes , and with the story of my life Let me beguile the torment of my death . In Englands London Lordings was I borne , On that braue Bridge , the barre that thwarts the Thames . My golden dayes , my yonger carelesse yeeres , Were when I toucht the height of Fortunes wheele , And liu'd in affluence of wealth and ease . Thus in my Countrie carried long aloft , A discontented humor draue me thence To crosse the Seas to Ireland , then to Spaine , There had I welcome and right royall pay Of Phillip , whome some call the Catholique King , There did Tom Stukley glitter all in golde , Mounted vpon his Iennet white as snowe , Shining as Phoebus in King Phillips Court , There like a Lord , famous Don Stukley liu'd , For so they calde me in the Court of Spaine Till for a blowe I gaue a Bishops man , A strife gan rise betweene his Lord and me , For which , we both were banisht by the King . From thence , to Rome rides Stukley all a flaunt Receiud with royall welcomes of the Pope . There was I grac'd by Gregorye the great , That then created me Marquis of Ireland . Short be my tale , because my life is short , The coast of Italy and Rome I left . Then was I made Leiftennant Generall Of those small Forces that for Ireland went , And with my companies embarkt at Austria My Sayles I spred , and with these men of warre In fatall houre at Lishborne we ariu'd . From thence to this , to this hard exigent Was Stukley driuen to fight or els to dye , Dar'd to the field , that neuer could endure To heare God Mars his drum , but he must martch . Ah sweet Sebastian , hadst thou beene well aduisde Thou mightst haue manag'd armes sucsesfully . But from our Cradles we were marked all And destinate to dye in Affric heere . Stukley , the story of thy life is tolde , Here breath thy last and bid thy freindes farwell . And if thy Countries kindnes be so much , Then let thy Countrie kindely ring thy knell . Now goe , and in that bed of honour dye Where braue Sebastians breathles Course doth lye . Heere endeth Fortune , rule , and bitter rage : Heere ends Tom Stukleys pilgrimage . He dyeth Enter Muly Mahometh Seth and his traine , with Drums and Trumpets . Muly. Retreat is sounded through our Camp , & now From battells furie cease our conquering Moores , Paie thankes to heauen with sacrificing fire , Alcazar and ye townes of Barbarie . Now hast thou sit as in a trance and seene , To thy soules ioy and honor of thy house , The trophes and the triumphs of thy men , Great Abdilmelec and the God of kings , Hath made thy warre succesfull by thy right , His friends whom death and fates hath tane from thee , Lo this was he that was the peoples pride , And cheerfull Sun-shine to his subiects all , Now haue him hence , that roially he may Be buried and imbalmd , as is meete . Zareo , haue you thorough the campe proclaimd As earst we gaue in charge ? Zareo. We haue my Lorde , and rich rewardes proposde For them that finde the bodie of the king , For by those gard that had him in their charge , We vnderstand that he was done to death , And for his search two prisoners Portugals Are set at large to finde their roiall king . Muly Mah. But of the traitrous Moore you heare no newes . That fled the field and sought to swim the foord ? Zareo. Not yet my Lord , but doubtlesse God wil tell And with his finger point out where he hants . Muly Mah. So let it rest , and on this earth bestow This princely coarse , till further for his funerals We prouide . Zareo. From him to thee as true succeeding prince , With all allegeance , and with honors tipes , In name of all thy people and thy land , We giue this kingly crowne and diademe . Muly. We thanke you all , and as my lawfull right , With Gods defence and yours shall I keepe . Enter two Portugals with the bodie of the king . Port. As gaue your grace in charge , right roiall prince , The fields and sandie plaines we haue suruaide , And euen among the thickest of his Lords , The noble king of Portugall we found Wrapt in his coulours coldly on the earth , And done to death with many a mortall wound . Mah. Lo here my Lords , this is the earth and claie , Of him that earst was mightie king of Portugall , There let him lie , and you for this be free , To make returne from hence to christendome . Enter two bringing in the Moore . One . Long liue the mightie king of Barbary . Mah. Welcome my friend , what bodie hast thou there ? One . The bodie of the ambitious enemie , That squandred all this bloud in Affrica , Whose mallice sent so many soules to hell , The traitor Muly Mahamet doo I bring , And for thy slaue I throw him at thy feet . Mah. Zareo giue this man a rich reward , And thanked be the God of iust reuenge , That he hath giuen our foe into our hands , Beastly , vnarmed , slauish , full of shame , But saie , how came this traitor to his end ? One , Seeking to saue his life by shamefull flight , He mounteth on a hot Barbarian horse , And so in purpose to haue past the streame , His headstrong stead throwes him from out his seate , Where diuing oft for lacke of skill to swim , It was my chance alone to see him drownd . Whom by the heeles I dragd from out the poole , And hether haue him brought thus filde with mud . Mah. A death too good for such a damned wretch , But sith our rage and rigor of reuenge , By violence of his end preuented is , That all the world may learne by him to auoide , To hall on princes to iniurious warre , His skin we will be parted from his flesh , And being stifned out and stuft with strawe , So to deterre and feare the lookers on . From anie such soule fact or bad attempt , Awaie with him . And now my Lords , for this christian king , My Lord Zareo , let it be your charge , To see the souldiers tread a solempne march . Trailing their pikes and Ensignes on the ground , So to performe the princes funeralls . Here endeth the tragicall battell of Alcazar .

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