DANILA

We must be secret, as befits the care, And expedition of so great a cause; Antwerp is wealthy, but withal secure, Our Soldiers want the crowns they surfeit with, And therefore she mu spare from forth her store, To help her neighbours; nay she shall be forced, To strip her of her pouches, and on the backs Of Spanish Soldiers, hang her costliest robes. The plot already is determined of, And say Cornelius do but keep his word; These swilling Epicures shall taste of death, While we survive to rifle their rich Coffers. Here comes the man, welcome Cornelius, I see you make religion of your word. Not one Gernelius dare approach so near, The Castle shot keeps them in greater awe, And for discovery by the eye, fear not; Within this valley we may talk at large, And no man see us: say are you resolved, To stand firm friend unto the Spaniard? And Sancto Damla vows you shall partake, Both spoil and honour with the best of us. I, but they are remiss and negligent, Their bodies used to soft effeminate silks, And their nice minds set all on dalliance; Which makes them fat for slaughter, fit for spoil: But say it otherwise that in their peace And days of plenty, while they flourished They had foreseen the danger might ensue, And exercise themselves in feats of arms; Yet we being sole commander of the Castle, And that commanding them, what let is there, (Were we much weaker) but we might prevail? When once the A alarm sounds (Like silly mice) They'll hide them in the crevice of their walls, And some for ignorance, will stand amazed; And some will be so tender of their flesh, As they will scorn to bear the weight of steel, No, no brave Allemagne if men ever had A fit occasion to enrich themselves, And fill the vast world with their e hoing fame; Now is that instant put into our hands; And now may we be Lords of this proud town My mind divines no less, and till my feet Tread a venturous measure in their streets, I shall be sick to think upon the deed. What patient eye can look upon yond Tur ets, And see the beauty of that flower of Europe, And in't be ravished with the sighed of her? O she is amorous as the wanton air. And must be Courted: from her no comes A breath, as sweet as the Arabian spice. Her garments are embroidered with puregolde; And every partly so rich and sump ous, As Indias not to be compared to her, She must be Courted, ary her self invites, And beckons us unto her sportful bed; What is he then more umpish than rude Iron, By such a load-f are may not be attempted? O brave Cornelium , if within thy veins, There be that heat of vallout? I presume; Let us forslow no time till we obtain To Revel in that bower of earthly bliss. Behold this scroule and be resolved in that, From Nastricht first there comes a thousand horse, Beside five hundred foot: under the guiding Of Done All so de Verdugo: Then From L ire does de Romero, bring Five hundred foot; From A lst two thousand more Follow the conduct of Emanuel; The Duke of All a likewise brings his power, And for a better colour, to delude These credulous inhabitants of Antwerp, He causeth it be published he is dead, And that his Soldiers guard his body hither, To have it shipped for Spain to be interred: Which well may serve to shadow his approach, The rest by night shall have their entrance; So that within two days I make account, We shall be gathered to a perfect head, Of (at the least) six thousand Spaniards. Why any way; it shall be thus Cornelius, I'll charge the Master Gunner of the Castle, To make a shot or two upon the town; And when they come to know the cause of it, I'll say it was, because they do not sink, The Prince of Orange ships: but suffer them To lie so near within the Liver , Which not withstanding, we precisely know, Do hover there about, to no end else, But to safe conduct victuals to the town. Yet this excuse will serve to cloak our would e, And show some reason for what after follows. Enough, I'll play them Music to their meat, And send such Revellers into the room, As some of them shall have caroust their last, The most I crave, is that Cornelius Will be as constant as he hath professed. I take thy word fair Knight, and back again Return the Like to thee; both I and mine, For ever vow to love and honour thee: Now break we off our secret conference, And closely as we came unto this place, So let us circumspectly make retreat. Walk thou into the town as if thou hadst But only come abroad to take the air. I to the Castle will withdraw my self Down some back way, and ever as we needs, Be this our meeting place, till Antwerp bleed. What Ordinance have you laden on that partly: What tellest thou me of Harguebuz of Crock? A pox upon your rascal squibs and crackers, Have you been loading all this day till now, And come you with your Harguebuz of Crock? A plague vpon't. It well advised; but Gunner for what partly? That's for the Statehouse Gunner, where the Duch Fit swilling in the pride of their excess; Commend us to them, tell them we have sent Music to make them merry at their Feast: Go bid thy full-mouthed Cannon much good doo't them. Should we discharge some scurvy Culvering, They'll think we are about some firework, To make them sport with. For sure they fallen a sleep upon full stomachs, Shoot me their Statehouse through both the sides, And tell them thou didst it for their health, To k epe them waking. I will not stir till I have herd the shot. Go light thy Linckstocke at some hellish brand, To send black vengeance to that hated town; Let every corn of powder be a spirit, Thy mortal aim as ominous as death, And never a splinter that the Bullet strikes, But let it prove a very murdering piece, Amongst the Burghers at their Banqueting, To vomit horred plagues upon them all. There be thou Like the Club of Hercules, Amongst the Bouzing Bacchanalian centures, To beat their Renish Cannae about their ears. Good luck I hope hark how the sudden noise In countring with the Cannons loud report, Stops his full mouth, with the reverberate found, And fills the circle of the empty air. At my command Sir, what is that to you? Three frothy Renish fats that have drunk dead, Or in their cups have fallen to cutting throats, And fearing that it would be noised abroad, To cover your foul Bestial Gourmandise, Give it out to be a shot sent from the Castle. Tell me you men of Antwerp, If you do startle at a Cannons burst, Why suffer you the Prince of Orange Ships, To ride upon the river at their pleasure? And with their f eering tops to mock our Fame's, The while the Sconces which do lank the River, Serve but for Fishers to unload their nets; While Cankering rust, devours your empty Cannons: And they lie hulling up and down the stream? Burghers of Antwerp answer me to this. But enemy unto the King my Master; Therefore they shall not ride upon the river; Which if your own security do suffer, Wee'll make our Bandogs to awake your town. Burger it is. Why so we did, did we not send our post Even now unto you? And wrapped our Packet in a ball of led? I think we sent a bold Ambassador. That spoke our mind in thunder: did he not? You might before have known of our dislike, But that we did perceive you would not see, It well you herd of us. No Citizens of Antwerp, this the cause That makes you careless and neglect our power, The death of Princely Dalua, had he lived, The Fleet of Orange had not traded thus, Nor braved our Castle. March nearer to the Castle with your hearse, Before you set it down. My Lord of Alva; enter the Castle. Oh the Lord Verdugo, and his Regiment, From Mascricht? 'tis well. Julian Romero and his Regiment from Leyre? My Lord Romero where is Done Emanuel? To bring the power that we expect from Alst. Not yet full ten, my mind presages good, Antwerp ere night, shall both her self in blood. And stay Count Egmont: Danila's conquering sword, Pursues thy life, therefore abide and yield it. So much the better, this is our discipline, Therefore submit or die. Why stands thou then to guard and enemy? Though no resistance any where appear, Yet let not anger so decline with you Be proud of victory, as well ye may, Knowing the worth of your attained prize. 'Tis wealthy Antwerp you have wone, and how? Not by a lingering siege, of months or years, But in a moment; entering at a leaven, By two a clock her haughty pride is shrunk, And she in duty stoopeth to your will. But of our men, How many fell there in this short assault? Your Lordship hath discreetly cast our lots, And for my partly, I do accept of mine. Thy so we please: there yet remains A ewell of more worth than all thy wealth, Which (Like a ) thou didst hide from us. Thou hast a daughter, whom till we enjoy, All proceeds from us, sits here, point of my Semiter; speak? in this tumult. What than her graven my Lord, Can be she hath? Torture the slave, His guileful heart, that studies to conceal, My deer hearts treasure, shall be forced in sighs To publish, what his stubborn tongue denies. Why pause you on my bidding let him die, That doubles with a Spaniard in his will. Not any whispering noise, Not any tittle, does not bear the found, Of beauty's sweet fruition to mine ears. Bear Art upon thy tongue, that may unlock The gates of that in closed Sanctuary, And first entreat; but if intreaty fail, Then use command; if neither will prevail, Yet so thou shalt not cease, but in the cords Of violent fury drag the Damsel thence: My soldiers shall attend to see it done, That if, thou shrink, their weapons naked points, May gordge thy sides, till thou bleed out thy life. What valve is it? Is this the utmost penny thou canst make? It will not seruetor search thy chest for more Or bide the torture we impose on such, As cunningly, withhold what we demand. Give him the strippado; Out of your disjointed limbs other sums. Save what is thrown into some hollow vault, Or sunk into some Well; or buried deep Within the earth: so hoist the peasant up, Now let him down; will you confess as yet, Where we may find the treasure you have hid? Hence greedy beggar, hark (peeled sheep) Go hide thee in some bush, till waxing hours Give thee another fleece to cloth thee with. Yonder arises the bright morning Star. Whose rich resplendour gildes my happy thoughts, And opens mines of treasure to my soul; Welcome fair sweet, mine arms shall be thy throne, Where seated once, mock death, and laugh to scorn, The boisterous threats, of blood besprinkled war, Who while he shows wild Friscoes in the streets, And with his Gamballes, overthrows huge buildings, Mingle their tottered ruins, with the limbs And Clotted blood of many thousand souls: Shall as and Antic in thy sighed appear, Yielding no more occasion to be feared, Than painted shapes of Lyons on a wall. I am impatient, she shall be my love, Of all the spoils are reaped by painful war, Blot beauty out, and what's our victory? But as a banquet without company. A troop of Muskets Guard this damsel hence, And to my lodging see her safely brought, Why stir ye not? environ her with shot, While we extinguish (with a shewer of blood) This late enkindled fire: be gone I say. Then rather than another shall enjoy, What Danila held esteemed in his eye, Here it began, and here my love shall die. Another Stab her Father, both combined, By nature's laws, by nature's law shall end. Now war hath wrapped his bloody colours up, And sheathed his fatal sword with his, we ours, Prefixing truce to our laborious arms; This City late of christening the fame, For wealth and glory: now remains the Map, destruction and perpetu ll yne; with slaughtered carcases, before were stuffed with pride, And left as : O in remorse of human clemency, My heart (not thinks) could sighs, my eyes shed tears, To call to mind and see their misery: But they were wanton and lascivious, Too much addicted to their private lust: And that concludes their Martirdoome was joust. Hold, one of you, convey this serious letter To warlike Alva, tell him as he wiled, After my forces lodged in Garrison, I'll meet his Grace at Bridges, and from thence Acquaint the Court of Spain with our success; Pray God the tyranny expressed in Antwerp, Like to the echoing clamour of a Trumpet, Speak not our deeds before our own approach. Who touches them but in disgrace, my sword Shall lop his arm off were they proud sayest thou? Their pride was honourable, deserving love Rather then hate; nay should we do them right, Had they been strengthened with convenient aid We had been bea from the town again And made exchange of conquest: which subdued There never lived two Heroieth spirits That for their Country have desert worser as much To be renowned; as ever was Or Roman or the They for their could but lose their Liv These have inequal sir ice done as much Take up their bodies; of ten thousand others Rest by our swords, and left un vied These two will we in person see interred, And do them right, the law of Arms require ; So march we hence, striking a mournful found Till we have said our honoured foes in ground SO, leave me now, and in mine absence, see That not a Soldier perch upon the walls; Least by the Citizens they be espied, And thereupon they grow suspicious, Be gone, and give the Centenels in charge, They have and eye unto the Southern Port: And hear ye? if that any forces come, Let them be straight received into the Castle, But with as little tumult as you may. My Soldiers and my self will straight begin. Away with him love faints through cold delay, 'Tis Danila speaks, and what he will he may. Of whence are you? Is there no Fortress near, nor house of strength, Where I may leave my Love, till this black cloud, Of swollen Hostility be overblown?