The Spanish Tragedie.
Stand vp I say and tell thy tale at large.
Villup. Then heare that truth which these mine eyes haue seene
When both the Armies were in battell ioyn'd,
Don Balthazar amidst the thickest troupes,
To winne renowne, did wondrous feats of Armes:
Amongst the rest, I saw him hand to hand
In single fight with their Lord Generall,
Till Alexandro that here counterfeites,
Vnder the colour of a duteous friend,
Discharged his Pistoll at the Princes backe,
As though he would haue slaine their Generall,
But therewithall Don Balthazar fell downe,
And when he fell, then we began to flie:
But had he liued, the day had sure beene ours.
When both the Armies were in battell ioyn'd,
Don Balthazar amidst the thickest troupes,
To winne renowne, did wondrous feats of Armes:
Amongst the rest, I saw him hand to hand
In single fight with their Lord Generall,
Till Alexandro that here counterfeites,
Vnder the colour of a duteous friend,
Discharged his Pistoll at the Princes backe,
As though he would haue slaine their Generall,
But therewithall Don Balthazar fell downe,
And when he fell, then we began to flie:
But had he liued, the day had sure beene ours.
Alex. O wicked forgerie: O traiterous miscreant.
Vice. Hold thou thy peace: But now Villuppo say,
Where then became the carkasse of my sonne?
Where then became the carkasse of my sonne?
Villup. I saw them drag it to the Spanish tents.
Vice. I, I, my nightly dreames haue told me this:
Thou false, vnkind, vnthankfull, trayterous beast,
Wherein had Balthazar offended thee,
That thou shouldst betray him to our foes?
Was't Spanish golde that bleared so thine eyes,
That thou couldst see no part of our desertes?
Perchaunce because thou art Terseraes Lord:
Thou hadst some hope to were this Diademe.
If first my Sonne and then my selfe were slaine:
But thy ambitious thought shall breake thy necke,
I, this was it that made thee spill his blood.
Take the Crowne and put it on againe.
But Ile now weare it till they blood be spilt.
Thou false, vnkind, vnthankfull, trayterous beast,
Wherein had Balthazar offended thee,
That thou shouldst betray him to our foes?
Was't Spanish golde that bleared so thine eyes,
That thou couldst see no part of our desertes?
Perchaunce because thou art Terseraes Lord:
Thou hadst some hope to were this Diademe.
If first my Sonne and then my selfe were slaine:
But thy ambitious thought shall breake thy necke,
I, this was it that made thee spill his blood.
Take the Crowne and put it on againe.
But Ile now weare it till they blood be spilt.
Alex. Vouchsafe (dread Soueraigne) to heare me speak.
Vice. Away with him, his sight is second hell,
Keepe him till we determine his death.
If Balthazar be dead, he shall not liue.
Villuppo follow vs for thy reward.
Keepe him till we determine his death.
If Balthazar be dead, he shall not liue.
Villuppo follow vs for thy reward.
Villup. Thus haue I with an enuious forged tale,
Deceiued
