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fl. 1568-1608 R. W. (Robert Wilmot).

The tragedy of Tancred and Gismund

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Id „This is praife-worth,not to do what you may^
Tan. And may thcSubiccacountermaund thckingf •
Jul. Nojbut ihtreat him. Tan^ What he (hal decree,
/«/. What wifdom (hall difcern. Jul. Nay what our
Shal bcft detcrminCe We wil not replic. (word
Thou knoweft our mind,our heart cannot be cajfd.
But with the flaughtcr of this Palttrin.

ThekinghaftethimohisPallace,
Cuif.O thou great God, who from thy hieft throne
Hah ftooped dowDjarid felt the force of loue.
Bend gendc earcs vnto the wofull mone.
Of mepoorc wrctch^to graunt that I require:
Help to perRvade the fame great Gocl,that he
So farrc remit his might,and flack bis fire
Froni my dearc Ladies kindled heart,ihat fhc
May hearc my deadi without her hurt. Let not
Her face,wherein there is as clcerc a light
As in the rifing moohe : let not her chcckcs
As red as is the partie-coloured rofe.
Be paled with the newes hereof; and fb
iyeeld my felfejmy fiUie fbul,and all,
^o him,for her/or whom my death fhall fhcw
I liu d,and as I liu d,! dideher thraU.
Qraijint this thou Thunderer : this ftulfuffice,

' F^ My



TheTrdgedU

My breath to vanifli in the liquid skies.
Gm'^rdis ledtoprtfon.
Chorus primus.
Who doth not know the fruits of Paris louc.
Nor vndcrftand the end of Helens loy,
He may behold the fatal! ouerthrovv
OfPriams houfc, and of the townc of Troy.
His death atlaft^and her eternal fliame,
for whom fo many noble knights were flaine. • \
So many a Duke^b many a Prince of fame
Bereft his lifc^and left therein die plainc.
Medeas armed hand5Elizas Rvord,
Wretched Lcander drenched in thefloud.
Phillis fb long that waited for her Lord
All thefe too dearly boughttheir loues with bloud,
Cho.2. Buthein vcrtuc that his Lady ferues
Ne wils but what vnto her Honor longs.
He neuer from the rule of rcafon fvvarues,
He fecleth not the pangs,nc raging throngs
Of blind Cupid; he Hues not indefpaire
As done his fcruants: neither fpends his dales
In ioy,and care^vaine hope,and throbbing feare,
Butlcckes alway what may his foueraine plcafc
In honor; he that thus ferucs,reapes the fruitc
Of his fvvect feruicc:and no ielous dread
Nor bafe fufpe(5t ofoughttalet his fute
<Which caulcth oft the louers hart to bleed)
Doth fret his mind^or burneth in his brcft ;
He wayleth not by day,nor wakes by night.
When cuery other liuin^thing doth reft.
Nor findes his life or death within her ^\ohu

Qh9'^ .Remcmbci: thou in venue feme therforc

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^ tfTancreddndCiJmund,

Thy chad Lady.-bewarc thou do notlouc
As whilon'. Venus did the fairc Adonnc,
But as Diana loud che Amazons fonnc.
Through whofc r jqueft die gods to him alone
Reflordc new life: ti.e twine that was vndonc
Was by the fillers tvviil:cd vp againe.
The loucof venue in thy Ladies lookes.
The louc of vcrtue in her learned talke,
This loucyeclds matter for eternal! bookcsj
This loucintifeth him abroad to walke.
There toinucnt and write new rondclaies
Of learned conceit , her fancies to allure
To vainc delights,fuch humors he allaics,
And fings ofvenuc and her garments pure.
Cho^. Defirc not of thy Soueraigne the thing
Whereof fliamc may enfuc by any mcane:
Nor wifh thou ought that may difhonor bring t
So whilom did the learned Tufcanferuc
His faire Lady; and glory was their end.
Such are thepraifes Loucrs done deferue,
, Whole fcruice doth to vcrtue and honor tend.'
Finu K^5it444. Compfuit Ch.Htit,

^nuchio commtth outofthePalUce.
A(5lus5, Sca?na i.

i^^^. /^ H cruel fatc,oh miferable chaunce
\J Oh dire afpcd ofhateful deftinies,
Oh wo maynotbctold.-fuffic'ditnoi
ThatI fhould fee and with thefc eyes behold
So foule/o bloody,andfo bafca dccdc;



But



But more to aggrauate the heauie cares
Of my perplexed mind^muft onelie I
Muft I alone be made the mefTenger,
That mufirdeliuertoherPrincelie earcs
Such difmallnewesfas when I fhaldifclofc
I know it cannot but abridge her daies.
As when the thunder aad three forked fire
Rent through the cloudes by loues almighty power
Breakesvp thebofbmof our mother earth.
And burncs herheart before the heatbcfelt.
In this diftrefle whom fliould I moft bewaile.
My woejthat muft be made the meflcnge r
Of theie vmvorthieand vnwelcome ncwes.'
Or flialll monc thy death,0 noble Earlcf
O r fhal I ftiU lament the heauie hap
That yet,0 Quecne,attends thy funeral. (I fec^
Ch». I . What moncs be thcfe?Re»uchto is this Salernc
Doth here king r4wr(f^ hold the awful crown^
Is this the place where duiU people bef
Or do the wuagc Scythians here abounds
C^^^-?.What mean thefe queftiosfwhether tend thes
Refolue vs maidcns,& releafe our fears, (words^
What cuer ncwes thoii bring'fl,di(couer them,
Dcteinevs notiathis fufpicious dread,
3, The thought whereof is greater then the woe,
Itemf. O whither may I caft'my lookesr'to heauen.^
Black pitchy clouds from thencc|'aindQWi;ireuQnge
The earth rfi al I behold^ftajrtde with tie gore
Of his heart bioud that didembft innoeenfl
Which way Kb crcl turii mine q^'es^me, thinks
His butchered corps flands (taring in my face.
Chfi.s , We humbly pray thee to forbear thcfc words

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ofTAtscredandGtfmHnd.
So fill of terror to our may den hearts :
„ The dread of things vnknownbreedesthefufpe<^
, O f greater drcadjVntil the worft be knowen.
Tel therfore what hath chaunft^andwhereunto
This bloudy cup thou holdeftin thy hand.
Henu. Since fo is your requcft that 1 fhal dee,
Although my mind fo forrowful a thing
Repines to tcll,and though my voice eichcwcs
'io lay vvhati hauefeeneryetfinceyourwill
So fixed ftands to heareforwhatlrue,
Your great dcfires I fhall herein fulfill.
Firft by Salernc Citie,amids the plaine.
There ftands a hil^vvhofe bottom huge and round,
Throwen out in breadth^a large fpace doth contain
And gathering vpm height fmall from thcgrounde
Stil lelfe and lefTe it mounts; there fometime was
A goodly towrc vpreard5that flowrde in fame
While fate and fortune feru'd,but time doth pafle.
And with his fway fuppreftcth all the fame;
^ Tor now the wallcs be cuencd with theplainc.

And all the reft fo fowly lies defaft:
In Asbut the only ftiade doth there remaine
H of that which there was built in time forepart:
And yet that fhtw es what worthy wo rk tofcre
; Hath there been reardrone parcel of that towrc

I Yet ftands,which eating timecould not dcuourco

A ftr ong turret compad of ftone and rock:
H ugic withoutjbut horrible within:
To pafic to which by forceof handy ftrokc
A cro o ked ftraitc is made^that ente rs in
And leades into this vgly loathfome place.
Within the which cirucd into tlic ground

G A deep



7heTragedk '
A deep dungeon there runne? of narrow fpacc
DreadfuUnd darke^where ncuer light is found:
Into this hollow cauejby cruel heft
Of king TdficreeiiWcvc diners feruants fent
To workc the horror of his furious breft,
Earft nouriiht in his rage,and now ftcrnebent.
To haue the fame pcrformde; I wof ul man
Amongft the reft,was one to do the thing
That to our charge fb ftraidy did belong.
In fort as was commanded by the king.
Within which dreadful prifon when we came.
The noble Countic Palw in that there
Lay chain'd in giues^faft fettered in his boles.
Out of the darke dungcon^we did vpreare
And hal'd himthence into a brighterplacc.
That gaue vs light to worke our tyrannic.
But when I once beheld his manly face,
And faw his chcare,no moreappauld withfeare,
O f prefent dcath,then he whom neucr dread
Did onceamatc: my heart abhorred then
To geue confent vnto fb foul a deede.
That wretched death fhouldreaueio worthy a man
On falfe fortunel cridc with lowd complaint.
That in fuch fort ouerwhelmes nobilitie.
But he whom neuer griefe ne feare could taint.
With fmiling cheare himfelfeoft willeth me.
To Icaueto plainc his cafe,orfbrrow make.
For hira,for he was far more glad apaidc
Death to imbrace thus for his Ladies fake>
ThenlifCjOr allthe ioy^ oflifc he faid.
•For lof le oflifeCquoth he)grccues me no more,
Then lolfc of that which I efleemcdlcaft,

. . My



efTancreditnd Gifmu-td.
M}^ Ladies griefcjcad (lie IIiouIlI rue tlicrdbre.
Is all the eacfcof griefewitliin my brcft.
He praid therfore that wc would make report
To her of diofc his laft words he would fny :
That though he neuer could in any for:
Hcrgentlencs requite, norneuer lay
Within his power to ferue her as he would.
Yet (lie poffcft his heart with hand and mighty
To doe iier all the honor that he could.
This was to him of all the ioyes that might
Rcuiue hi-i heart,thcchiefeftioy ofal.
That; to declare the faithful! heart which he
Did bcare to her,fortunc fo wel did fall,
That in her louche fliouldboth Hue and die.
After thefe words he ftaid^and fpakeno more.
But ioy fully beholding vs cachonc.
His words and chearc amazed vs {o fore
That ftil we lloode: when forthwith thereupon
But why flack you(qiioth he)to do the thing
For which you comei'makc fpecd and ftay no more
Performe your mafters will; now tcl the king
He hath his lifcfor which helong'd fb fore:
And with thofc words himfelfe with his own hand
Faflncd the bands about his ncck.The reft
Wondring at his ftout hcart,aftonJcd ftand
To lee him offer thus himfelfe to death.
What ftony brefl^or what hard heart of flint
Would not relent to fee this drecry fl^htr
So goodly a man^whomdeath nor fortunes dint
Could once difarme,murdred with fpch defpitCo
And \\\ fuch fort bercftamidfl: the ilowicjs
Of his frcfliycaresjthatruthfuli was't^fcaic;

G s ^Por



Th Tngcdit
3, Tor violent is dcath^when he dcuourcs
,. Yong men,or virgins, while their yearcs be green .^
Lo now our fcruants feeing him take the bands
And on his neck himfclfe to make them faft :
Without delay fet to their cruel hands,
And ibught to workc their fierce intent witKhaft>
They ftretch the blotidy bandstand when the breth
Began to faile his breftjthey flackt againe.
Thrife did they pull,and thriic they lofed him.
So did their hands repineagainft their hearts:
And oft times lofed to his greater paine. "^
„ But date ofdeath that fixed is fo faft,
„ Beyond his courfe there may no wight extend.
For ftrangled is this noble Earle at laft.
Bereft of lifejVnworthy fuch an end.
Chor, O dancd deed. /f^;?.What deem you this to be
Al the fayd ncwes that I haue to vnfould^
Is here (think you) end of the crueltie
That I hauefeen f Chor. Could any heauier woe
Be wrought to him,then to deftroy him Ib^
Km. What, think you this outrage did end fb wcllf
The horror of the fa(5t, the greateft gricfe.
The ma(Iaker,the terror is to tell.
Cho. Alack what could be more.^they threw percaic
The dead body to be.deuourd and tome
Ofthe wild beads.

Kmu. Would God it had been caft a fauage praic
To beafts and birds; but lo5that dreadfull thing
Which eucn the tyger would not workjbut to
Suffice his hunger: that hath the tyrant king
Withoutenruthcommaundedvsto doe,

Onely to plealfcliis wwthfuU heart withal.

Happy



cf TdytcredandG'tfmund.
Happy had been his chancc,too happy alas,
If birdcSjOr hearts had eaten vp his corps^
Yea heart and all: within this cup I bringj^
And am conftrained now vnto thcfacc
Of his dcarc Ladieto prcfent the lame.
Chor. What kind of criieltieis this you name.'
Declare foorthwith,and wherimto doth tend
This farther plaint.ifc*//. After his breath was goac>
Forced perforce thus from his panting brcft
Straight they difpoilcd him^and not alone
Contented with his dcath,on the dead corps
Which rauenous beafts forbeare to lacerate,,
Euen vpon this our villens frtfh bcgunnc
To fliew new crucltic.-foorthwith they pearce
His naked bellie^and vnript itfb,
That out the bowels guftjt; who can rehearfc
Their tyrannie,whcrwith my heart yet blcedcs.
ThC'Warme entndles were tornc out ofhis breft.
Within their hands trembling not fully dead.
His veines fmok'd^his bowels all to recked
Ruthledcwerc rcntjandthrowcn about tlic place;
All clottered lay the bloud in lumps of gore,
Sprenton his corps,andon hispaledface.
His trembling heart,yctIeaping,out they tore.
And cruelly vpon a rapier
They fixt the lame,and in this hateful wife
Vnto the king this heart they do prefent:
A fight longd for to fecdehis irefull eies.
The king perceiuing each thing to be wrought
As he had wilde^reioyflng to behold
Vpon thebloudic fword the pearced heart.
He calles then forthis mafifie cup of gold;,

Q 3 Luc



7heTrAgedie
Into tfee which the wofuil heart he caft.
And reaching me the famc,now go, quoth hc>
Vnto my daughter^nd with fpeedy haft
Prefent her this,and fay to her from me,
Thy father hath here in this cup thee fent
That thing to ioy and comfort thee withal.
Which thou louedft bcft5euen as thou wcrt content
To comfort him with his chiefe ioy of all.
Cho. O hateful facl/0 pafTmg crueltie.'
O murder wrought with too much hard defpit/c

hainous deede, which no poftcritic

Wil once beIeeue/i?f«.Thus was Earle Paluri»
Strangled vnto the dcath>yea after death
His heart and bloud disbowcled from his breft:
But what auaileth plainic'it is but breath
Forewafted allin vaine: why do I reft
Here in this placed why goe I notand doc
The hatcfull meftage to my charge committcd.<*
Oh were it not that I am forc'd thereto.
By a kings will,h ere would I ftay my feet,
Ncone whit farderwade in this intent;
But I rauftyeeld me to my Princes heft,
Yet doth this fomcwhat comfort mine vnrcft,

1 am refolu'd hergricfe not to behold,

But get me gone my meflage being told, (comes

Where is the PrincefTechamberc' Cho. Lo where flic

Gifmundcommeth out of her ckimber^ to whom Re*

nuchio ddiucrtth his cup, Jay mg^ ^

Scxna 2»

I'Hy fathcr,0 Queen,herein this cup hath (ent

The thing to ioy and comfort thee withall
Which thou loucdil bcft,euen as thou waft content

To



efTancredmdGiJmtina .
To comfort him with his chiefe ioy of all.
G/fl thankemyfathcr5and thee gentle fquirc,
For this thy trauell take thou for thy paines
This bracelct^and commend mc to the king.

Renuchio defarteth.
So now is come the long expecfted hourc,
Thefetall howcr I hauc lb looked for.
Now hath my father fatisficd his thir/l
With giltlelTc bloud which he fo coiicted
What brings this cup/* (ay me) I thought nolcfic,
It is mine Earles,my Counties pcarccd heart,
Dearcheart,too dearcly haft thou bought my lou^
Extreamely rated at too high a price.
Ah my flveet heart/wect waft thou in thy life.
But in thy death thou proucft palfing fwect.
Afittcr hcarce then this of beaten sold.
Could notbe lotted to fo good an heart:
My father therefore wcllprouidcd thus
Toclofeand wrap thee vp in mallicgold,
And therewithal! to fend thee vnro me.
To whom of ducty thou doeft bcft belong.
My father hath in all his life bcwraid
A princely care and tender loue to me:
But this furpafreth,in his later dayes
To (end me thisjmine ownc dcarc heart to me.
Wert thou not minc,dear hart,whirft that my louc
Daunced and plaid vpon thy golden ftringsc'
Art thou not mmc (dccreheart) now that my loue
Is fled tobeauen,and got him golden wings.^
Thou art mineowne,and ftil mine own flialt be
Thcrforc my father fcndcth thccto mc.
Ahpleafantharboroughof my hearts thought/

Ah



The Tngedie
Ah f\vcctc delightjthc quickner of my fbulc
Scucn times accurfcdbethc hand that wrought
Thee this dcrpight,to mangle thee lb foulc:
Yet in this wound I fee mine ownc trueloue,
And in this wound thy magnanimitie,
And in this wound I lee thy conftancic.
Goe gentle hcart,go reft thee in thy torabc,
R cceaue this token at thy laft farewell;

Shehjfethit.
Thine owne true heart anon will follow thee.
Which panting hafteth for thy companie.
Thus haft thou run(poore heart) thy mortall race.
And rid thy life from fickle fortunes fnares.
Thus haft thou loft this world,and worldly cares^
And of thy foe,to honour thee withall,
Receau'd ag<5tden graue,to thy deferr,
Nothing doth want to thy iuft funerall,
Butmylalttcares to wafli thy bloudy wound.
Which to the end thou mightft receaue,behold
My father fends thee in this cup of gold,
And thou flialt haue them,though I was refolu'd
To ftied no teares,but with a chcarcfuU face
Once didi think to wetthy funerall
O nly with bloud^and with no weeping eye.
This done/oonhwith my fbuie fhal fly to dice.
For therfore did my father fend thee me.
Ah my pure heart, with fwceter companie,
O r more contcnt^hdw fafer may Iproue
To paffe to places all vnknowen with thee.
Why die I nottherfore/'why doe I ftay?
Why doe I notthis wofull life forgoe.
And with thcfe hands enforce this brcathaway?
~ â–  â–  Whal



9f 1 ancreaana^jfrnnna.
What meancs this gorgeous glittering head dttir .
How ill bciceme tnefe biilamttits of gold
Thy mournfull widdowhood^awav with them.
So let thy trelTcs flaring in the windc ^a^^'**l

Vntrimmcd hang about thy bared neckc: k h

Now hcllifli furies fct my heart on fire, ^ ^^*

Bolden my cour/gc^rengthen ye my hands
Againft their ^ndjto do a kindly deed :
But (hall I then vnvyreaken downc dcfcen df
Shall I not worke fome iuft reuenge on him
That thus hath flain my loue.<* fliali notthefc hands
Fire his gates^and make the flame to climbo
Vpto the pinnacles, with burning brands.
And on his cvndcrs wreake ray cruell teene.
Be ftiU (fond girle) content thee firft to die.
This venomd water ftiall abridge thy life, jhi t^kftU

This for the fame intent prouidcd I, ^ ^*«^^ */

Which can both eafe and end this raging ftrifc* f^yf^" *"'
Thy father by thy death fhall hauc more woc» •Ji'crfte*
Then fire or flames within his gates can bring : ^ *
Content thee then in patience hence to go.
Thy xieath his bloud ftiall wreake vpon the king.
Now not alone (a griefe to die alone)
3,The oncly myrror of extreame anoy.
But not alone,thou dieft my loue,for I
Will be copartner of thy deftinic.
Be merrie then my {bule,canft thou refufe
To die with him,that death for thee did choofe?
Chor, f. What damned furie hath poflcft our Queen
Whv fit we ftiU beholding her diftrcflTc i
Madame forbeare,fupprefle this headftrong rage.
^^.Maidensforbcarcyourcomfortabkwordes.

H ChorX



&.



The TrAgcdie
Cho.2, worthy Quecnc^ranincsdoih ouerthrowc
The author oi his rdolution.
C/f.. Where hope of help is loft what booteth fearc?
Cf)o.i .Fearc wil auoyd the fling of infamie.
(7//. May good or bad reports delight the dead?
C/;<7.^.It ot'the liuing yet the dead haue care.
C7./.' An caiie grief e by councel may be cui'd.
c/^(7./.Buthedftrongmifchiers princes Hk 'uldaiioid
Gi^, In headlong griefcs and cafes deiperate^
Cho ^.Cal to your mind(C//.") you are the Queenc.
C//, Vnhappy widow, wife,and paramour. (king
cho.} . Think on the king. G/f. The kingc'thc tyrant
cho. J .Your father.C^z/TYeajthe murrhrcrofmy loue
C/;.^.His forcc.C7;/thc dead fear not the force of me
Ch.i.His care & griefe.G*//^ Thatneither car'dforme
Nor greeuedatthemurtherofmyloue,
My mmd is fetled,you with thefe vain words.
Withhold me but too long from my dcfirc.
Depart ye to my chamber. Cho. VVe wil haft
7 o tel the king hereof. Chorus depay t i/tt§

GifA will preuent the Palh.ce.

Both you and him .Lo here,this harty draught
The laft that in this world T meane to taft,
Dreadlelfc of death (mine Earlejl drink to thee.
So now workcon^now doth my fonl begin
To hate this light^wher in there is no loue.
No loue of parents to their children,
No loue of Princes to their Subiedts true.
No loueof Ladies to their dearcft loues.
N ow pafll* I to the plea.f an t land ofloue.
Where heauenly loue immortall flouriflieth:
The Gods abhorre the company of m.en.
He! is on eauh5yca hel it ielfe is hcauen



Il • »



(tf Tuner td And Gijmmdi
CompaiM with earth. I cal to witnes h eaucn^
Hcauen,laid Pno,hut hel record I call,
Ana thou ftcme Goddeflcof reuenging wrongs
WitnclTe with me I die ^or his pure loue
That liucd miiie. Shee lieih

Tancredm hafs commeth 9ut ofhii^allace mth lulio, down arid
Sca?na 3, couereth

^.fw.^v/^ THercismydaughtcrf herfice

luLo, V Y Behold,hcre,\voruiricing. with her

7 an. Ai me,brcak hait,& thou fly foorth haire,

What^dothmytliughtcrCJ/yTtakcitfo/* (inyibul
What haft thou done/oli let mc fee thine eyes.
Oh let medreffc vp thofe vntrimmcd locks,
Lookc vp,rweetchild,look vpminc only ioy,
Tis I thy iathc. that befeecheth thee;
Rearevp thy body,ftraine thy dying voice
To rpfake to him,l wcet Gtjmmd ipeakc to me.
Cij.\W\\o ftaics my loiikwho thusSifquietsine?
T<i;;.Tis I thy fathcr,ah behold my tcares
Like pearled deaw that trickle down my cheekes,
To wafii my filuer haired. Gi{, Ohfather king
Forbcarcyour teares,your plaint wil notauailc.
Tan, Oh my f\vceiheart,haft thou receau'd thy life
From me,and wilt thou to requite the lame,
Ycdd mc my deathly ea death and greater grcefe
To fee thee die for him that did defame
Thine honor tlius,mykingdome^nd thy name.
Cif. Vca therforc father gauc ye hte to me.
That I Hiould dic,and now my date isdonc.
As for your kingdome,and mine own renowne,
Which you affirme didionourcd to be
Tiiatiiiult impute it where it i3,for he

Hz That



R«L,



The TrAgtdi e
That flew mine Earle^and fent his h^art to me.
His hands haue brought this fliame and giiefe on vs
But fatherjyet if anic ipaike rcmainc
Ot'your dearc loue5if cucr yet I could
So much deferuCjOr at your hands defire.
Grant that I may obtainc thislaft requeft,
T4nc, Saielouely child,iaie on^vvhat ere ii be.
Thy father grants it willingly to thee.
Cif. My life I crauc not,fbr it is not no#
In you to giue5nor in my felfe tofauc.
Nor crauci mercicformineEarleandme,
Who hath bin flaine with too much crucltic.
With patience I muft awhile abide
Within thislife,which now will not be long.
But tiiis is my rcqucft,Father I praie.
That fince it pleafcdfo your maieftie,
I iliould inioy my loue aliue no more.
Yet neretheles let vs not parted be.
Whom cruel] death could neuer feparatc :
But as weliudeand didc together here.
So let our bodies be together tombde.
Let him with me^and I with him be laid
Within one (hrine, where cuer you appoint.
This ifyou grant me,as I truft you will.
Although I liue not to requite this grace,
Th'immortall Gods due recompence fliall giuc
To you for this,and fo vaine world farcwcl.
My fpeechis painefulljand mine eie-fight failes.
Tanc, My daughter di<fs,fee how the bitter pangs
Of tyrannous death,tormentsher princely heart,
Shclookeson me,at me flie (hakes her head,
For me fliegron^^by me my daughter dies,
I,Lthe author of thi§ Tragedie.

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tfTaneredand GipnunI, " ;

O n me,on mc,yce heauens throw downe your ire,
N ow dies my daughter^hcnce with princely roabcs

h f aire in hfcjthrice fairer in thy death,
Deareto thy father in thy life thou wert>
But in thy deathjdcareft vnco his heart,

1 kifle thy paled chcekes,and cloTe thine eics.
This ductic once I promift to my fclfc.

Thou fliouldft performe to me,but ah falfc hope

Now ruthful wretched king what reftcth thce^

Wilt thou now liue wafted with raiferie?

Wilt thou now liue that with theic cies didft fee

Thy daughter dead^wiltthou now liue to fee

Her funerals,thatofthy life was ftay.^

Wilt thou now liue that waft her Hues decays

Shal not this hand reach to this heart the ftroke

Minearmes are notfb wcake^nor are mylinriincs

So feebled with mine age,nor is my heart

So daunted with the dread of cowardice.

But I can wreake due vengeance on thathead

That wrought the means thefc louers now be dead

lulio come neare^and lay thineown right hand

Vpon my thigh,now take thine oath of me.

luL I fweare to thee, my liege Lord^to difcharge

What euer thou enioyneft lulio.

Tan^Vitii then I charge thee that my daughter hauc

Her laft requcft,thou flialc within one tombe

Interre her Earleand her: and thereupon

Engraue fbme Royall Epitaph oflouc.

That done,! (wear thee thou (halt take my corps

Which thou (halt find by that time done to death.

And lay my bodic by my daughters fide. /

Swcare thiSpfwcarc this I fay. /«/, I fweare* iflj



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The Tragedie
But will the king do To vnkingly now.
Trf/^. A kingly deed the king rclolues to dof.
Jnl.To kil himfclfe. Tm.TQ {kvtd his foule to cafe* â– 
Jul Doth louc command it/*r4;?.Our ftars copell it.
/«/.The wileman oueri uleshis Ihrs. TanSo we
ltd Vndauntcd fliould the minds of kings indurc.
Tan. So dial it in this refolution.
Iiilio fbrbcare,and as thou loueft the king,
When thou Hialt fee him weltringin his gore,
Stretching his limmcs^and gafping in his giones
Then lulio fct to thy helping hand,
Redouble (hoke on ftrokCjand driuc the flab
Down deeper to his heart,to rid his foul?.
Now ftind a(ide,ftir not a footCjlcaft th ju
Make vp the fourth to fill this Tragcdie.
Thefc eyes that firft beheld my dauglitcrf fliame,
Thcfeeyes that longed for the ruchful fight
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