The Spanish Tragedie.
These cloudes will ouerblow with litle winde,
Let me alone, Ile scatter them my selfe:
Meane while let vs deuise to spend the time,
In some delightfull sports and reuelling.
Let me alone, Ile scatter them my selfe:
Meane while let vs deuise to spend the time,
In some delightfull sports and reuelling.
Hor. The King, my Lord, is comming hither straight,
To feast the Portugall Embassadour,
Things were in readines before I came.
To feast the Portugall Embassadour,
Things were in readines before I came.
Bal. Then heere it fits vs to attend the King,
To welcome hither our Embassadour,
And learne my Father and my Countries health.
To welcome hither our Embassadour,
And learne my Father and my Countries health.
Enter the banquet, Trumpets, the King, and Embassadour.
King. See, Lord Embassadour, how Spaine entreates
Their prisoner, Balthazar, thy Viceroyes sonne:
We pleasure more in kindnes then in warres.
Their prisoner, Balthazar, thy Viceroyes sonne:
We pleasure more in kindnes then in warres.
Embass. Sad is our King, and Portugal laments,
Supposing that Don Balthazar is slaine.
Supposing that Don Balthazar is slaine.
Bal. So am I slaine by beauties tyrannie:
You see, my Lord, how Balthazar is slaine.
I frolike with the Duke of Castiles sonne,
Wrapt euery houre in pleasures of the Court,
And grac'd with fauours of his Maiestie.
You see, my Lord, how Balthazar is slaine.
I frolike with the Duke of Castiles sonne,
Wrapt euery houre in pleasures of the Court,
And grac'd with fauours of his Maiestie.
King. Put off your greetings till our feast be done,
Now come and sit with vs, and taste our cheere.
Sit to the banquet.
Sit downe young Prince, you are our second guest,
Brother sit downe, and Nephew take your place,
Signior Horatio waite thou vpon our Cup,
For well thou hast deserued to be honoured.
Now, Lordings, fall too, Spaine is Portugall,
And Portugall is Spaine, we both are friends,
Tribute is paide, and we enioy our right.
But where is old Hieronimo, our Marshall?
He promised vs in honour of our guest,
To grace our banquet with some pompous iest.
Now come and sit with vs, and taste our cheere.
Sit to the banquet.
Sit downe young Prince, you are our second guest,
Brother sit downe, and Nephew take your place,
Signior Horatio waite thou vpon our Cup,
For well thou hast deserued to be honoured.
Now, Lordings, fall too, Spaine is Portugall,
And Portugall is Spaine, we both are friends,
Tribute is paide, and we enioy our right.
But where is old Hieronimo, our Marshall?
He promised vs in honour of our guest,
To grace our banquet with some pompous iest.
Enter
