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Alhaile Argerd Zareo and ye Moors, Salute the frontiers of your native home, Cease rattling drums, and Abdilmelec here Throw up thy trembling hands to heavens throne Pay to thy God endue thanks and thanks to him That strengthens thee with mighty gracious arms, Against the proud usurper of thy right, The royal seat and crown of Barbary, Great Amurath great Emperor of the world, The world bear witness how I do adore The sacred name of Amurath the great. Calcepius Bassa, Bassa Calcepius To thee and to thy trusty band of men That carefully attend us in our camp, Picked soldiers comparable to the guard Of Myrmidons, that kept Achilles tent Such thanks we give to thee and to them all, As may conserne a poor distressed king In honour and in princely courtesy. Ah Abdelmelec dost thou live to hear This bitter process of this first attempt? Labour my Lords to renew our force, Of fainting Moors, and fight it to the last. My Horse Zareo, Oh the goal is lost, The goal is lost, thou King of Portugal Thrice happy chance it is for thee and thine That heavens abates my strength and calls me hence. My sighed does fail, my soul, my feeble soul Shall be releaste from prison on this earth: Farewell vain world for I have played my part. Distressed ladies and ye dams of Fesse, Sprung from the true Arabian Muly Xarif The loadstar and the honour of our line, Now clear your watery eyes, wipe tears away, And cheerfully give welcome to these arms, Amurath hath sent scourges by his men, To whip that tyrant traitor king from hence, That hath usurped from us, and maimed you all. Soldiers sith rightful quarrels aid Successful are, and men that manage them Fight not in fear as traitors and their Pheres That you may understand what arms we bear, What lawful arms against our brother's son, In sighed of heaven, even of mine honours worth, Truly I will dehuer and discourse The sum of all. Descended from the line Of Mahomet, our grandfire Mulizaref With store of gold and treasure leaves Arabia, And strongly plants himself in Barbary, And of the Moors that now with us do weened, Our grandfire Mulizaref was the first, From him well woe you Muly Mahomet Xeque, Who in his life time made a perfect law, Confirmed with general voice of all his peers That in his kingdom should successively His sons succeed. Abdullas was the first Eldest of fair Abdelmenen the second, And we the rest my brother and my self, Abdullas reigned his time. But see the change, He labours to invest his son in all, To disannul the law our father made, And disinherit us his brothers, And in his life time wrongfully proclaims, His son for king that now contends with us, Therefore I crave to reobtain my right That Muly Mahomet the traitor holds, Traitor and bloody tyrant both at once, That murdered his younger brothers both, But on this damned wretch, this traitor king, The Gods shall pour down showers of sharp revenge. And thus a matter not to you unknown I have delivered. Yet for no distrust Of loyalty my well-beloved friend, But that the occasions fresh in memory Of these encumbers, so may move your minds, As for the lawful true succeeding prince, You neither think your lives nor honours deer Spent in a quarrel joust and honourable. Rubin these rights to Abdelmunens ghost, Have pierced by this to Plutos graven below, The bells of Pluto ring revenge amain. The furies and the fiends conspire with thee, War bids me draw my weapons for revenge Of my deep wrongs, and my deer brother's death. Forward Zareo and you manly moors, Sebastian see in time unto thy self, If thou and thine misled do thrive amiss, Guiltless is Abdilmelec of thy blood. Now tell me Celybin, what doth the e nemie? But whither marches he in all this hast? Zareo, hear our resolution, And thus our forces we will first dispose, Hamet my brother with a thousand shot On horseback, and choice harquebusiers all, Having ten thousand with spear and shield, Shall make the right wing of the battle up, Zareo you shall have in charge the left, Two thousand argolets and ten thousand horse, The main battle of harguebuze on foot, And twenty thousand horsemen in their troops, My self environed with my trustie'gard Of Janizaries, fortunate in war, And towards Arzil will we take our way, If then our enemy will balk our force, In Gods name let him, it will be his best, But if he level at Alcazar walls, Then beat him back with bullets as thick as hail, And make him know and rue his oversight, That rashly seeks the ruin of this land. Now hath the Sun displayed his golden beams, And dusky clouds dispersed, the welkin clears, Wherein the twenty coloured rainbow shows, After this fight happy and fortunate, Wherein our Moors have lost the day, And victory adorned with Fortune's plumes, Alights on Abdelmelecs glorious crest, Here find we time to breath, and now begin To pay thy endue and duties thou dost owe, To heaven and earth, to Gods and Amurath. And now draw near, and heaven and earth give ear Give ear and record heaven and earth with me, You Lords of Barbary Harken and attend, Hark to the words I speak, and vow I make, To plant the true succession of the crown, Lo Lords, in our seat royal to succeed, Our only brother here we do install, And by the name of Muly Mahomet Seth, Entitle him true heir unto the crown, You Gods of heaven gratulate this deed, That men on earth may therewith stand content. Lo thus my endue and duty is done, I pay To heaven and earth, to Gods and Amurath. Alas good king, thy foresight hath been small To come with women into Barbary, With laundress, with baggage, and with trash, Numbers unfit to multiply thy host. Unto Alcazar, Oh unconstant chance! But where's out nephew Muly Mahomet? Say on Zareo, tell me all the news, Tell me what fury rangeth in our camp, That hath enforced our Moors to turn their backs. Zareo say, what chance did bode this ill, What ill enforced this dastard cowardice? The Portugal led with decoining hope, Hath raised his power, and received our foe With honourable welcomes and regard, And left his country bounds, and hither bends, In hope to help Mahomet to a crown, And chase us hence, and plant this Negro more That clads himself in coat of hammerd steel, To heave us from the honour we possess, But for I have my self a soldier been, I have in pity to the Portugal Sent secret messengers to counsel him. As for the aid of Spain whereof they hoped, We have dispatched our letters to their prince, To crave that in a quarrel so unjust, He that entitled is the Catholic king, Would not assist a careless christian prince, And as by letters we are let to know, Our offer of the seven holds we made, He thankfully receines, with all conditions, Differing in mind far from all his words And promises to king Sebastian, As we would wish, or you my Lords desire.
Plot summary
Plot — The Battle of Alcazar
The law of Barbary provides that the sons of Ml} Mahanietieque shall succeed one another, but the eldest son has arranged to bypass his brothers and pass the kingdom to his own eldest son, MilyMahamet The third son of Xeque, AIBGEIMIEIEE, flees into exile, and, after his father’s death, Muly Mahamet has his own brothers and his eldest uncle murdered to secure his power. Abdelmelec returns to Barbary with military support from the [RG@FKISHINEMIperor, deposes Muly Mahamet, and re-establishes the succession on his own younger brother, Sth Muly Mahamet lives rough, eating the raw flesh of wild animals, and solicits military help from S@bastian of Portugal, offering him the crown of Morocco. Sebastian in turn seeks aid from other princes; SHURE and his allies, delayed in Lisbon on the way to convert Ireland to Catholicism, are also conscripted. Spurred on by a promise of Spanish troops which fail to arrive, Sebastian sets sail for Africa. The two sides prepare their forces and join battle at Alcazar. Abdelmelec dies after initial setbacks, but Seth rallies the troops by displaying the dead body propped ===== PAGE 430 ===== up to look as if alive. As the tide of battle turns, Muly Mahamet procures a horse to flee, but is drowned when the horse throws him in the river. Stukely’s men turn on him, and he dies after telling the audience his life story. Sebastian is also killed in the thick of battle. Seth becomes King of Barbary, and orders Muly Mahamet’s body flayed and stuffed as a warning to potential traitors. B-Text The excision of one scene (@iB) has little substantive effect on the narrative. Obviously there may have been changes in the part of the MS which has not been preserved. In particular, the conclusion may have been amended to tie in with SESESHORNOMPSRUEA! (1284). This must have been a sequel based on the rumours of Sebastian's survival, rather than another retelling of the same stor: both plays were apparently in the Admiral's Men's repertory in the same year. ttis therefore possible that Sebastian was not seen to be dead (or indeed seen not to be dead) at the end of the B-Texi.