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Actus secunda.

Scæna 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 speechlesse 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,
Megæra 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.
Amureths 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 Mahameth 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 Jrish 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 thats 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.
Tis 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 now 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 Abdelmelec, now triumph in Fesse,
Fortune hath made thee king of Barbary.

Caly.
Alas my Lord, what boots these huge exclaims
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 crown?
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 iudgements 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 his 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 thats 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,
Twere 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 drie,
Securely gard the west part of her Isle,
The South the narow Britaine sea begirts,
Where Veptune sits in triumph, to direct
Their course to hell that aime at her disgrace,
The Germaine seas alongst the East do run,
Where Nenus 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,
Than 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,
Tis gainst our vowes great king of Portugall.

Sebast.
Then Captaines what saie you?

Jonas
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 puisant 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 Stukley 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 'twill 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 deceiuing 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 receiues, 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 Menysis 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 be 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 hoiseth 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, nay 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.