MANDRICARD

And French man Wertenberg not gainst the law of arms In place of parley for to draw a sword, Untaught companion I would learn you know What duty longs to such a Prince as he. I vow to High me home to Mexico, To troop my self with such a crew of men, As shall so fill the downs of Africa Like to the plains of watery Thessaly, When as and Easternegale whistling aloft Had overspread the ground with Grasshoppers: Then see Marsillus if the Palatine Can keep his Love from falling to our lots, Or thou canst keep thy Country free from spoil. Oh what be those my good Lord. Your honour is so far in contemplation of Angelica, As you have forgotten the second in attaining to the crown. My Lord. Oh how may that be brought to pass my Lord? It grieves me much that Princes disagree, Sith black repentance follows afterwards. But leaving that, pardon me gracious Lord. I swear my Lord, & vow to keep my word. But say my Lord, if Mandricard were here What favour should he find or life or death? Thanks & good fortune fallen to such a king, thee As covets to be counted courteous. Blush Mandricard, the honour of thy foe disgraceth Thou wrongest him that wishes thee but well Thou bringest store of men from Mexico To battle him that scorns to injure thee, Pawning his colours for thy warrantise. Back to thy ships, and High thee to thy home, Budge not a foot to aid Prince Rodomant, But friendly gratulate these favors found, And mediate on nought but to be friends. Such as both love & fury does confound, Fierce Sacrepant, incensed with strange desires, Wars on Marsillus, and Rodamant being dead, Hath levied all his men, and traitorlike Assails his Lord, and loving sovereign. And Mandricard who late hath been in arms, To prosecute revenge against Marsillus, Is now through favors passed become his friend. Thus stands the state of matchless India. Oh sir, know that under simple weeds The Gods have masked, then deem not with disdain To answer to this Palmer's question, Whose coat includes perhaps as great as yours. And I my Lord am Mandrecarde of Mexico, Whose Climate fairer than Tyberius, Seated beyond the Sea of Trypoly, And richer than the plot Hesperides, Or that same I'll wherein Ulysses love, Lulled in her lap the young Telegone, That did but Venus tread a dainty step, So would she Like the land of Mexico, As Paphos and brave Cypress set aside, With me sweet lovely Venus would abide. From thence mounted upon a Spanish Bark, Such as transported Jason to the fleece: Come from the South, I furrowd Neptune's Seas, Northeast as far as is the frozen Rhine, Leaving fair Voya crossed up Danuby, As High as Saba whose inhaunsing streams, Cuts betwixt the Tartars and the Russians: There did I act as many brave attempts, As did Pirothousfor his Proserpine. But leaving these such glories as they be, I love my Lord, let that suffice for me. See where he lies slaughtered without the camp, And by a simple swain, a mercenary, Who bravely took the combat to himself, Might I but know the man that did the deed, I would my Lord eternise him with fame.