Provost, go carry Fabius presently Unto the Marshalsea; there let him rest, As he did say Mahound did prophecy, By this my hand, forthwith the slave shall die. Lay hold of Fabius, and make as though you carry him out. Enter a SOLDIER and say: SOLD. Stay, Provost, stay, let Fabius alone; More fitteth now, that every lusty lad Be buckling on his helmet, than to stand In carrying soldiers to the Marshalsea. [sume AMU. Why, what art thou, that darest once pre For to gainsay that Amurack did bid? SOLD. I am, my lord, the wretched'st man alive, Born underneath the planet of mishap; Erewhile a soldier of Belinus' band, But now AMU. What now? SOLD. The mirror of mishap; Whose captain is slain, and all his army dead, Only excepted me, unhappy wretch. AMU. What news is this! And is Belinus slain? Is this the crown which Mahomet did say He should with triumph wear upon his head? Is this the honour which that cursed God Did prophecy should happen to them all? FABI. Tush, tush, my lord; I wonder what you Thus to exclaim against high Mahomet. You shall perceive his tidings all be waste. [mean, AMU. We shall perceive, accursed Fabius! Suffice it not that thou hast been the man That first did'st beat those baubles in my brain, But that to help me forward in my grief, Thou seekest to confirm so foul a lie? [Stab him. Go, get thee hence, and tell thy traitorous king What gift you had which did such tidings bring. And now, my lords, since nothing else will serve, Buckle your helms, clap on your steeled coats, Mount on your steeds, take lances in your hands, For Amurack doth mean this very day Proud Mahomet with weapons to assay. SOLD. Mercy, high monarch; 'tis no time now To spend the day in such vain threatenings Against our God, the mighty Mahomet. More fitteth thee to place thy men at arms In battle 'ray, for to withstand your foes, Which now are drawing towards you with speed. [Sound drums within. Hark, how their drums with dub a dub do come! To arms, high lord, and set these trifles by, That you may set upon them valiantly. AMU. And do they come? You kings of Turkey, Now is the time in which your warlike arms Must raise your names above the starry skies. Call to your mind your predecessors' acts, Whose martial might, this many a hundred year, Did keep those fearful dogs in dread and awe, And let your weapons shew Alphonsus plain, That though that they be clapped up in clay, Yet there be branches sprung up from these trees, In Turkish land, which brook no injuries. Besides the same, remember with yourselves What foes we have; not mighty Tamburlaine, Nor soldiers trained up amongst the wars, But fearful boors,* pick'd from their rural flock, *boors] The 4to. "bodies." Which, 'till this time, were wholly ignorant Do need no spurs; and soldiers which themselves Enter ALPHONSUS, with a canopy carried over him [bold ALPHON. Thou Pagan dog, how dar'st thou be so To set thy foot within Alphonsus' land? What, art thou come to view thy wretched kings, * me] The 4to. "thee." [rack, Yet at the presence of high Amurack Fortune shall change, and Mars, that God of might, Shall succour me, and leave Alphonsus quite. ALPHON. Pagan, I say, thou greatly art deceiv'd. I clap up Fortune in a cage of gold, To make her turn her wheel as I think best: ALBI. Pray loud enough, lest that you pray in vain, Perhaps God Mars and Fortune are asleep, AMU.§ And Mars lies slumbering on his downy bed, Yet do not think but that the power we have, Without the help of those celestial Gods, Will be sufficient, yea, with small ado, Alphonsus' straggling army to subdue. LŒLI. You had need as then to call for Mahomet, With hellish hags to perform the same. FAU. High Amurack, I wonder what you mean, That when you may with little toil, or none, Compel these dogs to keep their tongues in peace, You let them stand still barking in this sort: t stomach] See note † p. 29. are] The 4to. "is." § And Mars, &c.] The 4to. gives these five lines to Albinius. Believe me, sovereign, I do blush to see These beggars' brats to chat so frolicly. ALPHON. How now, Sir boy? Let Amurack him Or any he, the proudest of you all, [self, But offer once but to unsheath his sword, [Amurack draw thy sword; Alphonsus and all the other kings draw theirs. Strike up alarum. Fly Amurack and his company: follow Alphonsus and his company. ACT V. Strike up alarum. Enter VENUS. VEN. Fierce is the fight, and bloody is the broil. No sooner had the roaring cannon shot Spit forth the venom of their fired paunch, And by her marrying did his pardon frame. [Exit. |