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A15498	The tragedie of Tancred and Gismund Compiled by the gentlemen of the Inner Temple, and by them presented before her Maiestie. Newly reuiued and polished according to the decorum of these daies. By R.W.	R. W. (Robert Wilmot), fl. 1568-1608.; Boccaccio, Giovanni, 1313-1375. Decamerone.; Stafford, Rodger.; Noel, Henry, d. 1597.; Allen, William, fl. 1567, attributed name.; Hatton, Christopher, Sir, 1540-1591.	1591 (1591)	STC 25764; ESTC S111807	35,904	73

readers R. W. wisheth increase of all health worship learning with the immortall glorie of the graces adorning the same YE may perceiue right Worshipful in perusing the former Epistle sent to mee how sore I am beset with the importunities of my friends to publish this Pamphlet Truly I am and haue bin if there be in me anie soundnes of iudgement of this opinion that whatsoeuer is committed to the presse is commended to eternitie and it shall stand a liuely witnes with our conscience to our comfort or confusion in the reckning of that great daie Aduisedly therefore was that Prouerbe vsed of our elder Philosophers Manum a Tabula with-hold thy hand from the paper and thy papers from the print or light of the world for a lewd word escaped is irreuocable but a bad or base discourse published in print is intollerable Hereupon I haue indured some conflicts between reason and iudgement whether it were conuenient for the common wealth with the indecorum of my calling as some thinke it that the memorie of Tancreds Tragedie should be againe by my meanes reuiued which the oftner I read ouer and the more I considered theron the sooner I was won to consent therunto calling to mind that neither the thrice reuerend lerned father M. Beza was ashamed in his yonger yeres to send abroad in his owne name his Tragedy of Abraham nor that rare Scot the scholer of our age Buchanan his most pathetical Ieptha Indeed I must willingly confesse this worke simple and not worth comparison to any of theirs for the writers of them were graue men of this young heads In them is shewn the perfection of their studies in this the imperfection of their wits Neuertheles herein they al agree commending vertue detesting vice and liuely deciphering their ouerthrow that suppresse not their vnruely affections These things noted herin how simple so euer the verse be I hope the matter wil be acceptable to the wise Wherefore I am now bold to present Gismund to your sights and vnto yours only for therfore haue I coniured her by the loue that hath bin these 24. yeres betwixt vs that she waxe not so proude of her fresh painting to stragle in her plumes abroad but to contein her selfe within the walles of your house so am I sure she shal be safe frō the Tragedian Tyrants of our time who are not ashamed to affirme that ther can no amarous poeme sauour of any sharpnes of wit vnlesse it be seasoned with scurrilous words But leauing them to their lewdnes I hope you all discreet readers wil thankfully receiue my pains the fruites of my first haruest the rather perceiuing that my purpose in this Tragedie tendeth onely to the exaltation of vertue suppression of vice with pleasure to profit and help al men but to offend or hurt no man As for such as ha● neither the grace nor the good gift to doe well themselues nor the common honestie to speak wel of others I must as I may heare and bear their baitings with patience Yours deuoted in his ability R. Wilmot A Preface to the Queenes Maidens OF HONOR FLowers of prime pearles couched all in gold Light of our daies that glads the fainting hearts Of them that shall your shining gleams behold Salue of each sore recure of inward smarts In whom Vertue and Beautie striueth so As neither yeelds behold here for your gaine Gismonds vnluckie loue her fault her wo And death at last her cruell Father slaine Through his mishap and though you do not see Yet reade and rew their wofull Tragedie So Ioue as your high vertues done deserue Grant you such pheeres as may your vertues serue With like vertues and blisfull Venus send Vnto your happie loues an happie end Another to the same GIsmond that whilome liu'de her fathers ioy And died his death now dead doth as she may By vs praie you to pittie her annoy And to requite the same doth humbly pray Heauens to forefend your loues from like decay The faithfull Earle doth also make request Wishing those worthie knights whom ye imbrace The constant truth that lodged in his breast His hartie loue not his vnhappie case Befall to such a triumph in your grace The King praies pardon of his cruell hest And for amends desires it may suffice That by his bloud he warneth all the rest Of fond fathers that they in kinder wise Intreat the Iewels where their comfort lies We as their messengers beseech ye al On their behalfes to pittie all their smarts And for our selues although the worth be small We praie ye to accept our humble hearts Auoud to serue with praier and with praise Your Honors all vnworthie other waies The Tragedie of Tancred and Gismund Argumentum Tragediae TAncred the Prince of Salerne ouerloues His onely daughter wonder of that age Gismund who loues the Countie Palurin Guishard who quites her likings with his loue A Letter in a cane describes the meanes Of their two meetings in a secret caue Vnconstant fortune leadeth forth the king To this vnhappie sight wherewith in rage The gentle Earle he doometh to his death And greets his daughter with her louers hart Gismunda fils the goblet with her teares And drinkes a poison which she had distild Whereof she dies whose deadly countenance So grieues her Father that he slew himselfe An other of the same more at large in prose TANCRED king of Naples and Prince of Salerne gaue his only daughter Gismund whom he most dearely loued in mariage to a foraine Prince after whose death she returned home to her Father who hauing felt great griefe of hir absence whilst her husband liued immesurably esteeming her determined neuer to suffer any second mariage to bereaue him of hir She on the other side waxing wearie of that her fathers purpose bent hir mind to the secret loue of the County Palurin to whom he being likewise inflamed with loue of her by a Letter subtilly inclosed in a clouen cane she gaue to vnderstand a conuenient waie for their desired meetings through an old ruinous vaut whose mouth opened directly vnder her chamber floore Into this vaut when she was one day descended for the conuaiance of hir louer hir father in the meane season whose only ioy was in his daughter came to hir chamber and not finding her there supposing her to haue bin walked abroad for hir disport he threw him downe on hir bed and couered his head with a curtain minding to abide and rest there till hir returne She nothing suspecting this hir fathers vnseasonable comming brought vp hir louer out of the cane into hir chamber where hir father espied their secret loue and hee not espied of them was vpon this sight striken with meruailous griefe but either for that the sodaine despight had amazed him taken from him all vse of speech or for that he resolued himself to a more cōueniēt reuenge he then spake nothing but noted their returne into the vant and secretly

departed Afterward bewailing his mishap be commanded the Earle to be attached imprisoned strangled vnbowelled and his heart in a cup of golde to be presented to his daughter she thankefully receiueth the present filling the cuppe wherein the heart was with her teares with a vonimcus potion by her distilled for that purpose shee dranke to her Earle Which her father hearing of came too late to comfort his dying daughter who for her last request besought him that her louer and her selfe might in one tombe be together buried for a perpetuall memorie of their faithfull loues which request he graunted adding to the buriall himselfe slaine with his owne hands to his owne reproch and the terror of all other hard hearted fathers Actus 1. Scaena 1. Cupid commeth out of the heauens in a cradle of flowers drawing forth vpon the stage in a blew twiste of silke from his left hand Vaine hope Brittle ioy And with a carnation twist of silke from his right hand Faire resemblance Late Repentance Cupid There rest my chariot on the mountaine tops I that in shape appeare vnto your sight A naked boy not cloathde but with my wings Am that great God of Loue who with his might Ruleth the wast wide world and liuing things This left hand beares vaine hope short ioyfull state With faire Resemblance louers to allure This right hand holds Repentance all too late Warre fire bloud and paines without recure On sweete Ambrosia is not my foode Nectar is not my drinke as to the rest Of all the Gods I drinke the louers bloud And feed vpon the heart within his breast Well hath my power in heauen and earth bin tride And deepest hell my pearcing force hath knowen The marble seas my wonders haue descride Which elder age throghout the world hath blowen To me the king of Gods and men doth yeeld As witnes can the Greekish maide whom I Made like a cow go lowing through the field Least iealous Iuno should the scape espie The doubled night the Sunnes restrained course His secret stealths the slander to eschew In shape transformd we list not to discourse All that and more we forced him to do The warlike Mars hath not subdude our might We feard him not his furie nor disdaine That can the Gods record before whose sight He laie fast wrapt in Vulcans subtill chaine He that on earth yet hath not felt our power Let him behold the fall and cruell spoile Of thee faire Troy of Asia the flower So foule defast and leueld with the soile Who forst Leander with his naked brest So many nights to cut the frothie waues But Heroes loue that lay inclosde in Sest The stoutest hearts to me shall yeeld them slaues Who could haue matcht the huge Alcides strength Great Macedon what force might haue subdude Wise Scipio who ouercame at length But we that are with greater force endude Who could haue conquered the golden fleece But Iason aided by Medeas art Who durst haue stolne faire Helen out of Greece But I with loue that boldned Paris heart What bond of nature what restraint auailes Against our power I vouch to witnes truth The Myrhe tree that with shamefast teares bewailes Her fathers loue still weepeth yet for ruth But now this world not seeing in these daies Such present proofes of our al-daring power Disdaines our name and seeketh sundrie waies To scorne and scoffe and shame vs euerie houre A brat a bastard and an idle boy A rod a staffe a whip to beate him out And to be sicke of loue a childish toy These are mine honors now the world about My name disgrast to raise againe therefore And in this age mine ancient renowme By mightie acts intending to restore Downe to the earth in wrath now am I come And in this place such wonders shall ye heare As these your stubborne and disdainfull hearts In melting teares and humble yeelding feare Shall soone relent by sight of others smarts This princely pallace will I enter in And there inflame the faire Gismunda so Inraging all her secret vaines within Through firie loue that she shall feele much wo Too late repentance thou shalt bend my bow Vaine hope take out my pale dead heauie shaft Thou faire Resemblance formost forth shalt go With Brittle joy my selfe will not be least But after me comes death and deadly paine Thus shall ye march till we returne againe Meane while sit still and here I shall you shew Such wonders that at last with one accord Ye shall relent and saie that now ye know Loue rules the world Loue is a mightie Lord Exit Cupid with his traine entereth into King Tancreds Pallace Gismunda in Purple commeth out of her Chamber attended by foure maides that are the Chorus Scaena 2. Gismund O Vaine vnsteadfast state of mortall things Who trusts this world leans to a brittle stay Such fickle fruit his flattering bloome forth brings Ere it be ripe it falleth to decay The ioy and blisse that late I did possesse In weale at will with one I loued best Is turned now into so deepe distresse As teacheth me to know the worlds vnrest For neither wit nor princely stomackes serue Against his force that slaies without respect The noble and the wretch ne doth reserue So much as one for worthines elect Ah me deare Lord what well of teares may serue To feed the streames of my foredulled eies To weepe thy death as thy death doth deserue And waile thy want in full sufficing wise Ye lampes of heauen and all ye heauenly powers Wherein did he procure your high disdaine He neuer sought with vast huge mounting towers To reach aloft and ouer-view your raigne Or what offence of mine was it vnwares That thus your furie should on me be throwen To plague a woman with such endles cares I feare that enuie hath the heauens this showen The Sunne his glorious vertues did disdaine Mars at his manhood mightily repind Yea all the Gods no longer could sustaine Each one to be excelled in his kind For he my Lord surpast them euerie one Such was his honor all the world throughout But now my loue oh whither art thou gone I know thy ghost doth houer here about Expecting me thy heart to follow thee And I deare loue would faine dissolue this strife But staie a while I may perhaps foresee Some meanes to be disburdend of this life And to discharge the dutie of a wife Which is not onely in this life to loue But after death her fancie not remoue Meane while accept of these our daily rites Which with my maidens I shall do to thee Which is in songs to cheere our dying spirits With hymnes of praises of thy memorie Cantant Qua mihi cantio nondum occurrit The Song ended Tancred the King commeth out of his pallace with his guard Scaena 3. Tancred Faire daughter I haue sought thee out with griefe To ease the sorrowes of thy vexed heart How long wilt thou torment

loue shall make worldlings to know his might thus loue shall force great princes to obey Thus loue shall daunt each proud rebelling spirite thus loue shall wreake his wrath on their decay Their ghostes shall doe black hell to vnderstand how great and wonderfull a God is Loue And this shall learne the Ladies of this lande with patient mindes his mighty power to proue From whence I did descend now will I mount to Ioue and all the Gods in their delights In throne of triumph there will I recount how I by sharpe reuenge on mortall wights Haue taught the earth and learned hellish spirites to yeeld with feare their stubburn hearts to loue Least their disdain his plagues and vengeance proue Cupid remounteth into the heauens Lucrece commeth out of Gismunds Chamber solitary Scaena 2. Luc. PItie that moueth euery gentle heart To rue their griefs that be distrest in pain Inforceth me to waile my neeces smart Whose tender brest no long time may sustaine The restlesse toyle that her vnquiet mind Hath causd her feeble bodie to indure But why it is alacke I must not find Nor know the man by whome I might procure Her remedie as I of dutie ought As to the law of kindship doth belong With carefull heart the secret meanes I sought Though small effect is of my trauell sprong Full often as I durst I haue assaid With humble words the princes to require To name the man which she hath so denaid That it abasht me further to desire Or aske from whence those cloudie thoughts proceed Whose stonie force that smokie sighs forth send Is liuelie witnes how that carefull dread And hot desire within her doe contend Yet she denies what she confest of yore And then conioynd me to conceale the same She loued once she saith but neuer more Nor euer will her fancie thereto frame Though daily I obserued in my brest What sharpe conflicts disquiet her so sore That heauy sleep cannot procure her rest But fearefull dreames present her euermore Most hideous sights her quiet to molest That starting oft therwith she doth awake to muse vpon those fancies which torment Her thoughtfull heart with horror that doth make Her cold chil sweat break foorth incontinent From her weake lims and while the quiet night Geues others rest she turning to and fro Doth wish for day But when the day brings light She keepes her bed there to record her woe As soon as when she riseth flowing teares Stream down her chekes immixt with dedly grones Whereby her inward sorow so appeares That as salt teares the cruell cause bemones In case she be constrained to abide In preace of company she scarcely may Her trembling voice restraine it be not spied From careful plaints her sorrowes to bewray By which restraint the force doth so increase When time and place geue liberty to plaine That as small streames from running neuer cease Til they returne into the seas againe So her laments we feare wil not amend Before they bring her Princely life to end To others talke when as she should attend Her heaped cares her sences so oppresse That what they speak or wherto their words tende She knowes not as her answeres do expresse Her chiefe delight is stil to be alone Her pensiue thoughts within themselues debate But whereupon this restlesse life is growen Since I know not nor how the same t' abate I can no more but wish it as I may That he which knowes it would the same allay For which the Muses with my song shal pray After the song which was by report very sweetely repeated of the Chorus Lucrece departeth into Gismunds chamber and Guiszhard commeth out of the Pallace with Iulio Renuchio gentlemen to whom he turneth and saith Scaena 3. Guis. LEaue me my frends this solitarie walke Intiseth me to breake your companie Leaue me my frends I can endure no talk Let me intreat this common curtesie The Gentlemen depart WHat greeuous pain they dure which neither may Forget their Loues ne yet enioy their loue I know by proofe and daily make assay Though Loue hath brought my Ladies hart to loue My faithfull loue with like loue to requite This doeth not quench but rather cause to flame The creeping fire which spreading in my brest With raging heat graunts me no time of rest If they bewaile their cruell destenie Which spend their loue wher they no loue can find Wel may I plaine since Fortune haleth me To this torment of far more greeuous kind Wherein I feele as much extremitie As may be felt in body or in minde For by that sight which should recure my paine My sorowes are redoubled all in vaine Now I perceiue that only I alone Am her belou'd her lookes assure me so The thought thereof prouokes me to bemone Her heauy plight that greeueth at my woe This entercourse of our affections I her to serue she thus to honor me Bewraies the trueth of our elections Delighting in this mutual sympathie Thus loue for loue intreates the Queen of loue That with her help Loues solace we may proue I see my mistres seekes as well as I To stay the strife of her perplexed mind Full faine she would our secrete companie If she the wished way therof might finde Heauens haue ye seen or hath the age of man Recorded such a myracle as this In equall loue two noble harts to frame That neuer spake one with anothers blisse I am assured that she doth assent To my reliefe that I should reape the same If she could frame the meanes of my content Keeping her selfe from danger of defame In happy houre right now I did receiue This cane from her which gift though it be small Receiuing it what ioyes I did conceiue Within my fainting spirit therewithall Who knoweth loue aright may wel conceaue By like aduentures that to them befall For needs the Louer must esteeme that well Which comes from her with whom his hart doth dwel Assuredly it is not without cause She gaue me this something she meant thereby For therewithall I might perceiue her pause Awhile as though some waightie thing did lie Vpon her heart which he conceald because The standers by should not our loues descrie This clift bewraies that it hath been disclosde Perhaps herein she hath something inclosde He breakes it O thou great thunderer who would not serue Where wit with beautie chosen haue their place Who could deuise more wisely to conserue Things from suspect O Venus for this grace That daines me all vnworthy to deserue So rare a loue in heauen I should thee place This sweet letter some ioyfull newes conteines I hope it brings recure to both our paines He reades it Mine owne as I am yours whose hear I know No lesse then mine for lingering help of woe Doth long too long Loue tendering your case And mine hath taught recure of both our pain My chamber floure doth hide a caue where was An olde vautes mouth the other in the

were torne out of his brest Within their hands trembling not fully dead His veines smok'd his bowels all to reeked Ruthlesse were rent and throwen about the place All clottered lay the bloud in lumps of gore Sprent on his corps and on his paled face His trembling heart yet leaping out they tore And cruelly vpon a rapier They fixt the same and in this hateful wise Vnto the king this heart they do present A sight longd for to feede his irefull eies The king perceiuing each thing to be wrought As he had wilde rejoysing to behold Vpon the bloudie sword the pearced heart He calles then for this massie cup of gold Into the which the wofull heart he cast And reaching me the same now go quoth he Vnto my daughter and with speedy hast Present her this and say to her from me Thy father hath here in this cup thee sent That thing to ioy and comfort thee withal Which thou louedst best euen as thou wert content To comfort him with his chiefe ioy of all Cho. O hateful fact O passing crueltie O murder wrought with too much hard despite O hainous deede which no posteritie Wil once beleeue Ren. Thus was Earle Palurin Strangled vnto the death yea after death His heart and bloud disboweled from his brest But what auaileth plaint it is but breath Forewasted all in vaine why do I rest Here in this place why goe I not and doe The hateful message to my charge committed Oh were it not that I am forc'd thereto By a kings will here would I stay my feet Ne one whit farder wade in this intent But I must yeeld me to my Princes hest Yet doth this somewhat comfort mine vnrest I am resolu'd her griefe not to behold But get me gone my message being told Where is the Princesse chamber Cho. Lo where she comes Gismund commeth out of her chamber to whom Renuchio deliuereth his cup saying Scaena 2. THy father O Queen here in this cup hath sent The thing to ioy and comfort thee withall Which thou louedst best euen as thou wast content To comfort him with his chiefe ioy of all Gis. I thanke my father and thee gentle squire For this thy trauell take thou for thy paines This bracelet and commend me to the king Renuchio departeth So now is come the long expected houre The fatall hower I haue so looked for Now hath my father satisfied his thirst With giltlesse bloud which he so coueted What brings this cup ay me I thought no lesse It is mine Earles my Counties pearced heart Deare heart too dearely hast thou bought my loue Extreamely rated at too high a price Ah my sweet heart sweet wast thou in thy life But in thy death thou prouest passing sweet A fitter hearce then this of beaten gold Could not be lotted to so good an heart My father therefore well prouided thus To close and wrap thee vp in massie gold And there withall to send thee vnto me To whom of duety thou doest best belong My father hath in all his life bewraid A princely care and tender loue to me But this surpasseth in his later dayes To send me this mine owne deare heart to me Wert thou not mine dear hart whil'st that my loue Daunced and plaid vpon thy golden strings Art thou not mine deere heart now that my loue Is fled to heauen and got him golden wings Thou art mine owne and stil mine own shalt be Therfore my father sendeth thee to me Ah pleasant harborough of my hearts thought Ah sweete delight the quickner of my soule Seuen times accursed be the hand that wrought Thee this despight to mangle thee so foule Yet in this wound I see mine owne true loue And in this wound thy magnanimitie And in this wound I see thy constancie Goe gentle heart go rest thee in thy tombe Receaue this token at thy last farewell She kisseth it Thine owne true heart anon will follow thee Which panting hasteth for thy companie Thus hast thou run poore heart thy mortall race And rid thy life from fickle fortunes snares Thus hast thou lost this world and worldly cares And of thy foe to honour thee withall Receau'd a golden graue to thy desert Nothing doth want to thy iust funerall But my salt teares to wash thy bloudy wound Which to the end thou mightst receaue behold My father sends thee in this cup of gold And thou shalt haue them though I was resolu'd To shed no teares but with a chearefull face Once did I think to wet thy funerall Only with bloud and with no weeping eye This done foorthwith my soule shal fly to thee For therfore did my father send thee me Ah my pure heart with sweeter companie Or more content how safer may I proue To passe to places all vnknowen with thee Why die I not therfore why doe I stay Why doe I not this wofull life forgoe And with these hands enforce this breath away What meanes this gorgeous glittering head attir How ill beseeme these billaments of gold Thy mournfull widdowhood away with them So let thy tresses flaring in the winde She vndresseth her haire Vntrimmed hang about thy bared necke Now hellish furies set my heart on fire Bolden my courage strengthen ye my hands Against their kind to do a kindly deed But shall I then vnwreaken downe descend Shall I not worke some iust reuenge on him That thus hath slain my loue shall not these hands Fire his gates and make the flame to climbe Vp to the pinnacles with burning brands And on his cynders wreake my cruell teene Be still fond girle content thee first to die This venomd water shall abridge thy life she taketh a violl of poyson out of her pocket This for the same intent prouided I Which can both ease and end this raging strife Thy father by thy death shall haue more woe Then fire or flames within his gates can bring Content thee then in patience hence to go Thy death his bloud shall wreake vpon the king Now not alone a griefe to die alone The onely myrror of extreame anoy But not alone thou diest my loue for I Will be copartner of thy destinie Be merrie then my soule canst thou refuse To die with him that death for thee did choose Chor. 1. What damned furie hath possest our Queen Why sit we still beholding her distresse Madame forbeare suppresse this headstrong rage Gis. Maidens forbeare your comfortable wordes Cho. 2. O worthy Queene rashnes doth ouerthrowe The author of his resolution Gis. Where hope of help is lost what booteth feare Cho. 3. Feare wil auoyd the sting of infamie Gis. May good or bad reports delight the dead Cho. 4. If of the liuing yet the dead haue care Gis. An easie griefe by councel may be cur'd Cho. 1. But hedstrong mischiefs princes should auoid Gis. In headlong griefes and cases desperate Cho 2. Cal to your mind Gis you are the Queene Gis Vnhappy widow wife and paramour Cho. 3. Think on the

thy father thus Who daily dies to see thy needles teares Such bootlesse plaints that know nor meane nor end To but increase the flouds of thy lament And since the world knowes wel there was no want In thee of ought that did to him belong Yet all thou seest could not his life prolong Why thē doest thou prouoke the heauens to wrath His doome of death was dated by his starres And who is he that may withstand his fate By these complaintes small good to him thou doest Much griefe to me most hurt vnto thy selfe And vnto Nature greatest wrong of all Gis. Tell me not of the date of natures daies Then in the Aprill of her springing age No no it was my cruell destinie That spited at the pleasance of my life Tanc. My daughter knowes the proofe of natures course For as the heauens do guide the lamp of life So can they search no further forth the flame Then whilst with oyle they do maintain the same Gis. Curst be the starres and vanish may they curst Or fall from heauen that in the dire aspect Abridgde the health and welfare of my loue Tanc. Gismund my ioy set all these griefes apart The more thou art with hard mishap beset The more thy patience should procure thine ease Gis. What hope of hap may cheere my haples chance What sighs what teares may counteruail my cares What should I do but still his death bewaile That was the solace of my life and soule Now now I want the wonted guide and stay Of my desires and of my wreaklesse thoughts My Lord my loue my life my liking gone In whome was all the fulnes of my ioy To whom I gaue the first fruites of my loue Who with the comfort of his onely sight All cares and sorrowes could from me remoue But father now my ioyes forepast to tel Doe but reuiue the horrors of my hell As she that seemes in darkenes to behold The gladsome pleasures of the chearefull light Tanc. What then auailes thee fruitlesse thus to rue His absence whom the heauens cannot returne Impartiall death thy husband did subdue Yet hath he spar'd thy kingly fathers life Who during life to thee a double stay As father and as husband will remaine With doubled loue to ease thy widowes want Of him whose want is cause of thy complaint Forbeare thou therefore al these needlesse teares That nippe the blossoms of thy beauties pride Gis. Father these teares loue chalengeth of due Tan. But reason saith thou shoulds the same subdue Gis. His funerals are yet before my sight Tan. In endles mones Princes should not delight Gis. The turtle pines in losse of her true mate Tan. And so continues poore and desolate Gis. Who can forget a Iewell of such price Tanc. She that hath learnd to master her desires Let reason worke that time doth easilie frame In meanest wittes to beare the greatest illes Gis. So plenteous are the springs Of sorrowes that increase my passions As neither reason can recure my smart Nor can your care nor fatherly comfort Appease the stormie combats of my thoughts Such is the sweet remembrance of his life Then geue me leaue of pittie pittie me And as I can I shall allay these greefes Tan. These solitarie walkes thou doest frequent Yeeld fresh occasions to thy secrete mones We wil therefore thou keep vs companie Leauing thy maidens with their harmonie Wend thou with vs virgins withdraw your selues Tan. and Gis. with the Gard depart into the pallace the four maydens stay behind as Chorus to the Tragedie Chor. 1. The diuers haps which alwayes worke our care Our ioyes so farre our woes so neere at hand Haue long ere this and dayly doe declare The fickle foot on which our state doeth stand Who plants his pleasures here to gather roote And hopes his happy life wil still endure Let him behold how death with stealing foote Steps in when he shall thinke his ioyes most sure No ransome serueth to redeem our daies If prowes could preserue or worthy deedes He had yet liu'd whose twelue labours displayes His enddlesse fame and yet his honor spreades And that great king that with so small a power Bereft the mightie Persian his crowne Doeth witnesse well our life is but a flower Though it be deckt with honor and renowme Chor. 2 What growes to day in fauor of the heauen Nurst with the sun and with the showers sweete Pluckt with the hand it withereth ere euen So passe our daies euen as the riuers fleete The valiant Greekes that vnto Troya gaue The tenne yeeres siege left but their names behind And he that did so long and onelie saue His fathers walles found there at last his end Proud Rome herselfe that whilome laid her yoke On the wide world and vanquisht all with warre Yet could she not remoue the fatall stroke Of death from them that stretcht her power so farre Chor. 3 Looke what the cruell sisters once decreed The thunderer himselfe cannot remoue They are the Ladies of our destinie To worke beneath what is conspirde aboue But happie he that ends this mortall life By speedie death who is not forst to see The many cares nor feele the sundrie griefes Which we sustaine in wo and miserie Heere Fortune rules who when she list to play Whirleth her wheele and brings the high full low To morow takes what she hath giuen to daie To shew she can aduance and ouer throw Not Euripus vnquiet floud so oft Ebs in a daie and floweth too and fro As Fortunes change pluckes downe that was aloft And mingleth ioy with enterchange of wo Chor. 4 Who liues below and feeleth not the strokes Which often times on highest towers do fall Nor blustering winds wherwith the strongest okes Are rent and torne his life is surest of all For he may scorne Fortune that hath no power On him that is well pleasd with his estate He seeketh not her sweets nor feares her sower But liues contented in his quiet rate And marking how these worldly things do wade Reioyceth to himselfe and laughs to see The folly of men that in their wits haue made Fortune a goddesse placed in the skie Finis Actus 1. Exegit Rod Staf Actus 2. Scaena 1. Gismund DEare Aunt my sole companion in distresse And true copartner of my thoughtfull cares When with my selfe I way my present state Comparing it with my forepassed daies New heapes of cares afresh beginne t' assay My pensiue heart as when the glittering raies Of bright Phoebus are sodainely ore-spred With duskie clouds that dim his golden light Namely when I laid in my widowes bed Amid the silence of the quiet night With curious thought the fleeting course obserue Of gladsome youth how soone his flower decaies How time once past may neuer haue recourse No more then may the running streames reuert To climbe the hilles when they bin rowled down The hollow vales there is no curious art nor worldlie power no not the gods can

I come EPILOGVS Iul. LO here the sweets of grisly-pale despaire These are the blossoms of this cursed tree Such are the fruits of too much loue and care Orewhelmed in the sence of miserie With violent hands he that his life doth end His damned soul to endles night doth wend Now resteth it that I discharge mine oath To see th' unhappy louers and the king Layd in one tombe I would be very loath You should wayt here to see this mournful thing For I am sure and do ye all to wit Through griefe wherin the Lords of Salerne be These funerals are not prepared yet Nor do they think on that solemnitie As for the fury ye must vnderstand Now she hath seen the 'ffect of her desire She is departed and hath left our land Graunting this end vnto her hellish ire Now humbly pray we that our English dames May neuer lead their loues into mistrust But that their honors may auoid the shames That follow such as liue in wanton lust We know they beare them on their vertues bold With blisfull chastitie so wel content That when their liues and loues abroad are told All men admire their vertuous gouernment Worthie to liue where Furie neuer came Worthie to liue where loue doth alwaies see Worthie to liue in golden trump of Fame Worthie to liue and honoured stil to be Thus end our sorrowes with the setting Sun Now draw the curtens for our Scaene is done FINIS R. W. Tom Like to Amphitrio to Alcmena Hercules Alexand. Myrrha Alexander Hect Introduction in Actum Secundum BEfore the second Act the 〈◊〉 heard a sweete noice of stil pipes which sounding Lucrece entred attended ended by a mayden of honor with a couered goddard of gold and drawing the curtens shee offreth vnto Gismunda to tast thereof which when she had done the maid returned and Lucrece rayseth vp Gismund from her bed and then it followeth vt in Act. 2. Scen. 1. Introductio in Actum tertium Before this Acte the Hobaies sounded a lofty Almain and Cupid Vshereth after him Guizard and Gismund hand in hand Iulio and Lucrece Renuchio and another maiden of honor The 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 genes a cane into Guiszards hand and they are all ledde forrth again by Cupid Et sequitur Introductio in Actum 4. Before this Act there was heard a consort of sweet musick which playing Tancred commeth forth draweth Gismunds curtens and lies down vpon her bed then from vnder the stage ascendeth Guisz he helpeth vp Gismund they amarously embrace depart The king ariseth enraged then mas heard seen a storm of thunder lightning in which the furies rise vp Et sequitur Introductio in Actum quintum Before this Act was a dead march plaid during which entred on the stage Renuchio capten of the Guard attended vpon by the guard they tooke vp Guisz from vnder the stage then after Guiszard had kindly taken leaue of them all a strangling cord was fastened about his neck he haled foorth by them Renuchio bewayleth it then entring in bringeth foorth a standing cup of gold with a bloudy hart reeking whot in it and then saith vt sequitur Faulses escaped In the preface to the 〈◊〉 maids line 3. geamls read gleams before act 1. l. x. with read with sce. ii. l. xxiiii for fear that r. feare of that sce. i. act i. l. xlvii for by him r. by thine sce. i. act iii. l. xxv. for distaind r. distrained sce. ii. l. vii. for liuely breath r. liberty sce. ii. acte iiii. for but nay r. but may sce. iii. act iiii. for widowhood r. widows bed sce. ii. for whilom a r. whilom there was a. act iiii. l. xxiii hurt reade let not