[ACT III, Scene 3]

                                       

    

Enter DON DE MENYSIS, Governor of Tanger, with his company

speaking to the Capitains

 

  DON DE MENYSIS

.   Capitaines, we have raceived letters from the king,

   That with such signs and arsumantsof love

   We entertain the  King of Barbary,

   That marcheth toward Tanger with his men,

   The poor remainders of those that fled from Fez,

   When abdelmelec got the glorious day,

   And stall’d himself in his imperial throne.

FIRST CAPITAIN

   Lord governor, we are in readiness

   To welcome and his land by angry Amurath;

   And if the right rest in this lusty Moor,

   Bearing a princely heart unvanquishble,

   A noble resolution then it is

   In brave Sebastian our Christian king,

   To aid this Moor with his victooorious arms,

   Thereby to propagate religious truth,

   And plant his springing praise in Africa.

SECOND CAPITAIN

   But when arrivs this brave Sebastian,

   To knit his forces with this manly Moor,

   That both in one, and one in both, may join

   In this attampt of noble consequence?

   Our men of Tanger long to see their king,

   Whose princely fac that like the summer’s sun,

   Glads all these hither parts of Barbary.

DON DE MENYSIS

   Capitains, he cometh hitherward amain,

   Top and top-gallant, all in brave array:

   The six-and-twentieth day of June he left

   The bay of Lisbon, and with all his fleet

   At Cadiz happily he arrived in Spain

   The eight of July, tarrying for the aid

   ThatPhilip King of Spain had promised:

   And fifteen days he there remained aboard,

   Expecting when this panish force would come,

   Nor stept ashore, ashe were going still.

   But Spain, that meant and minded nothing less,

   Pretends a sudden fear and care to keep

   His own form Amurath’s fierce invasion,

   And to excuse his promise to our king;

   For which he storms as great Achilles erst.

   Lying for want of wind in Aulis’ gulf,

   And hoiseth up his sailes and anchors weighs,

   And hitherward he comes, and looks to meet

   This manly Moor whose case he undertakes,

   Therfore go we to welcome and receive,

    With cannon-shots nad shoutsof young and old,

   This fleet of Portugals and troops of Moors.

                                                                 Eweunt.

 

                                                                   
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