The Spanish Tragedie. Thomas Kyd

Braue Iohn of Gaunt, the Duke of Lancaster,

       As by his scuthcin plainely may appeare:

       He with a puissant armie came to Spaine

       And tooke our Kinge of Castille prisoner.

       EMBASS. This is an argument for our viceroy

       That Spaine may not insult for her successe,

       Since English warriours likewise conquered Spaine

       And made them bow their knees to Albion.

       KING. Hieronimo, I drinke to thee for this deuice,

       Which hath pleasde both the embassador and me:

       Pledge me, Hieronimo, if thou loue the king!

       Takes the cup of HORATIO.

       My lord, I feare we sit but ouer-long,

       Vnlesse our dainties were more delicate,—

       But welcome are to you the best we haue.

       Now let vs in, that you may be dispatcht;

       I think our councell is already set.

       Exeunt omnes.

       [CHORUS.]

       ANDREA. Come we for this from depth of vnder ground,—

       To see him feast that gaue me my deaths wound?

       These pleasant sights are sorrow to my soule:

       nothing but league and loue and banqueting!

       REUENGE. Be still, Andrea; ere we go from hence,

       Ile turne their freendship into fell despight,

       Their loue to mortall hate, their day to night,

       Their hope into dispaire, their peace in warre,

       Their ioyes to paine, their blisse to miserie.