The Spanish Tragedie.
Gen. Victorie, my Liege, and that with little losse.
King. Our Portingales will pay vs tribute then.
Gen. Tribute, and wonted homage there withall.
King. Then blest be heauen, and guider of the heauens,
From whose faire influence such iustice flowes!
From whose faire influence such iustice flowes!
Cast. O multum dilecte Deo, tibi militat æther,
Et coniuratæ curuato poplite gentes
Succumbunt: recti soror est victoria iuris.
Et coniuratæ curuato poplite gentes
Succumbunt: recti soror est victoria iuris.
King. Thanks to my loving brother of Castile:
But Generall, vnfolde in briefe discourse
Your forme of Battell, and your Warres successe,
That adding all the pleasure of thy newes
Vnto the height of former happinesse,
With deeper wage and gentile dignitie,
We may reward thy blisfull chiualrie.
But Generall, vnfolde in briefe discourse
Your forme of Battell, and your Warres successe,
That adding all the pleasure of thy newes
Vnto the height of former happinesse,
With deeper wage and gentile dignitie,
We may reward thy blisfull chiualrie.
Gen. Where Spaine and Portingale do ioyntly knit
Their frontires, leaning on each others bound:
There met our Armies in their proud aray:
Both furnisht well, both full of hope and feare!
Both menacing a like with daring showes,
Both vaunting sundrie colours of deuice,
Both cheerely sounding trumpets, drummes, and fifes:
Both raysing dreadfull clamors to the skie,
That vallies, hilles, and riuers made rebound,
And heauen it selfe was frighted with the sound.
Our Battels both were pitcht in squadron forme,
Each corner strongly fenst with winges of shot:
But ere we ioyned and came to push of Pike,
I brought a squadron of our readiest shot
From out our reareward, to begin the fight,
They brought an other wing to encounter vs:
Meane while, our Ordinance played on either side,
And Captaines stroue to haue their valours tride,
Don Pedro, their chiefe Horsemens Coronell
Did with his Coronet brauely make attempt,
To breake the order of our Battell-rankes;
But Don Rogero, worthy man of warre,
Their frontires, leaning on each others bound:
There met our Armies in their proud aray:
Both furnisht well, both full of hope and feare!
Both menacing a like with daring showes,
Both vaunting sundrie colours of deuice,
Both cheerely sounding trumpets, drummes, and fifes:
Both raysing dreadfull clamors to the skie,
That vallies, hilles, and riuers made rebound,
And heauen it selfe was frighted with the sound.
Our Battels both were pitcht in squadron forme,
Each corner strongly fenst with winges of shot:
But ere we ioyned and came to push of Pike,
I brought a squadron of our readiest shot
From out our reareward, to begin the fight,
They brought an other wing to encounter vs:
Meane while, our Ordinance played on either side,
And Captaines stroue to haue their valours tride,
Don Pedro, their chiefe Horsemens Coronell
Did with his Coronet brauely make attempt,
To breake the order of our Battell-rankes;
But Don Rogero, worthy man of warre,
Marcht
