A.
B
Away, leave off your golden flatteries / I know I cannot live there's one lies here bring me the news, my glories and my greatness are come to nothing.
By King, in The Martyred Souldier (1), Henry Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 111v

A.
B.
Glad mine eyes Hubert With the victorious boy
By King, in The Martyred Souldier (1), Henry Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 111v

Do the Immortal Powers power down, And shall I not return them?
By King, in The Martyred Souldier (1), Henry Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 111v

A.
B.
I haue now lived my full time; tell me my Henricke thy brave success / that my departing soul may with the story bless another world, and purchase me a passage.
By King, in The Martyred Souldier (1), Henry Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 111v

A.
B.
Here's your battle then, and here's your fake conquest, What need such a coil
By Hubert, in The Martyred Souldier (1), Henry Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 111v

Quick charge might drive us too: So, like a storm, beating upon a wood of lusty pines; which e> though they shake, they keep their footing fast.
By Henricke, in The Martyred Souldier (1), Henry Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 111v

A.
B.
But let me tell your father how the first feather/ that Victory herself plucked from
her wings / she stuck it in your Burgonet.
By Bellizarius, in The Martyred Souldier (1), Henry Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 111v

and shook their battle so, / the fever never left them till yey Note for LE: on yey, do we just do orig and seg? -SH fell / I pulled the Wings up, drews the rascals on, clapped 'em, and cry'd follow, follow: this is
the hand first touch'd the gates, this foot first took the city / this Christian Churchman
snatched I from the altar / and fired the temple- 'twas this sword was sheath'd in panting bosoms, both of young and old, / Fathers, sons, mothers, virgins, wives, and widows, like death I havoc cried
so long till I / had left no monuments of life or buildings / but these poor ruins. (meaning the captiues.)
By Hubert, in The Martyred Souldier (1), Henry Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 111v

(spoake of a prince succeding upon the death of his father.)
I rise in clouds, my morning is begun / from the eternal set of a bright sun
By Henricke, in The Martyred Souldier (1), Henry Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 111v

What heavenly voice is this? Shall my ears only be let with raptures
not my eyes enjoy / the sight of that celestial presence / from whence
these sweet sounds come?
By Bellizarius, in The Martyred Souldier (1), Henry Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 111v

Oh let me ever lose sight of men / that I may see an angel one again.
By Bellizarius, in The Martyred Souldier (1), Henry Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 111v

they shall not make bonefires of their own glories / and set up for
me a poor wax candle
By Hubert, in The Martyred Souldier (2), Henry Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 111v

Yes, women are as common as glasses in taverns and often drunk in and more
often cracked.
By Hubert, in The Martyred Souldier (2), Henry Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 111v

After some three hours being in Carthage, I rush'd into a temple starred
all with lights / which e> with my drawn sword rifling in a room / hung
full of pictures, drawn so full of sweetness / they struck a reverence
in me; found I a woman / a lady all in white; the very candles / took
brightness from her eyes and those clear pearls / which e> in abundance falling on her cheeks / gave them a lovely bravery; at my rough entrance /
she shrieked and kneel'd and holding up a pair / of ivory fingered hands
begged that I would not / though I did kill, dishonour her, and told me / she
would pray for me: never did Christian / so near come to my heartstrings
By Hubert, in The Martyred Souldier (2), Henry Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 111v

Blood is not ever, the wholesomest wine to drink: doubtless these Christians /
serve some strange Master, and it must needs be a wonderful sweet
wages which e> he pays them.
By Hubert, in The Martyred Souldier (2), Henry Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 111v

A.
B.
pray, carry to him my best wishes.
By Damianus, in The Martyred Souldier (2), Henry Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 111v

You are placed on earth but as substitute / to a diviner being as
subjects art to you / and are so long a King to be obeyed / as you are just.
By Bellizarius, in The Martyred Souldier (2), Henry Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 111v

Alas good men; Tongueless? You'll yet be heard / the sighs of your tuned souls
are musical.
By Bellizarius, in The Martyred Souldier (2), Henry Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 111v

xx
my fair Bellina shines like to an angel / has such a
brightness in her crystal eyes / that even the radiancy dulls my sight.
By Bellizarius, in The Martyred Souldier (2), Henry Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 111v

How sweetly she becomes the face of woe; / she teacheth misery to court
her beauty / and to affliction lends a lovely look: happy folks / would sell
their blessings for her griefs / but to be sure to meet them thus.
By Hubert, in The Martyred Souldier (3), Henry Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 111v

xx
when you are married / Venus must then give thee noble welcome /
perfume her temple with the breath of nuns / not Vestas but her own
with roses strow / the paths that bring thee to her blessed shrine / clothe all
her altars / have raised her triumphs, and 'bove all at last / record this day.
By Hubert, in The Martyred Souldier (3), Henry Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 111v

xx
by how much the creatures body's less / by so much is the force of venom more: / as lightning through a window's casement / hurts more than
that which e> enters at the door
By Physician 1, in The Martyred Souldier (3), Henry Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 111v

Act: 4.
I shall not then at my returning home / have sharers in my great acts: /
By Hubert, in The Martyred Souldier (4), Henry Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 111v

Bellizarius
shall not on his clouds of fire / fly flaming round about the staring world whilst
I creep on the earth
By Hubert, in The Martyred Souldier (4), Henry Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 111v

xx
a King's word is a statute graven in brass and if he
breaks that law I will in thunder / rouse his cold spit: I long to ride in armour / and
looking round about me to see nothing / but seas and shores, that seas of Christian blood /
the shores tough soldiers, Here a wing flies out soaring at victory, here the main Battalia / comes ups with as much horror and hotter terror / as if a thick-grown forest by enchantment / were made to
move and all the trees should meet / pell mell You may want to check this "pell mell?" I'm unsure if this is supposed to be a proper noun or what -SH, and rive their beaten bulks in sunder.
By Hubert, in The Martyred Souldier (4), Henry Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 111v

xx
couldst thou shed / a sea of tears to drown my resolution Funny c thing here -SH / he
dies; could the fond man lay at my foot / the Kingdoms of the earth, he dies.
By King, in The Martyred Souldier (4), Henry Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 111v

xx
do this,
I swear to jewel thee in my bosom.
By King, in The Martyred Souldier (4), Henry Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 111v

xx
I save hard and water, so do the Indians yet who fuller of bastards?
so do the Turks yet who grets greater loggerheads?
By Camel Driver 1, in The Martyred Souldier (4), Henry Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 113r

Act: 5. song)
Fly darkness fly in spite of causes / truth can thrust her arms through caves / no
tyrant shall confine / a white souls [that] 's divine / and does more brightly shine than
moon or sun / she lasts when they are done.
By Angel 1, in The Martyred Souldier (5), Henry Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 113r

x another song.
go fools, and let [your
fears glow as your sings and cares / the good howe're trod under / laureled safe
in thunder / though locked up in a den / one angel frees you from an host of men.
By Angel 1, in The Martyred Souldier (5), Henry Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 113r

xx
she comes, she comes, she comes / no banquets are so sweet as martyrdoms
By Angel 1, in The Martyred Souldier (5), Henry Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 113r

Victoria. by all those chaste fires kindled in our bosoms / through which e> pure love shined
on our marriage night; / nay with a holier conjuration / by all those thorns and briars
which e> thy soft feet / tread boldly on to find a path to heaven / I beg of thee even
on my knee I beg that thou wouldst love this King, take him by the hand / warm his
in thine and hang about his neck and seal ten thousand kisses on his cheek / so he
will tread his flase gods under foot
By Bellizarius, in The Martyred Souldier (5), Henry Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 113r

xx a:
B.
before thy body's frame be pulled in pieces
and every / limb disjointed, wilt thou forsake / the errours thou are drenched in?
By King, in The Martyred Souldier (5), Henry Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 113r

xx the angels song.
come, o come, o come away / a choir of angels for thee stay / a rome where diamonds borrow light / open stand for thee this night/
night; no, no, here is ever day / come, o come, o come away.
By Angel 2, in The Martyred Souldier (5), Henry Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 113r

xx
this
battle is thy last, fight well and win a crown set full of stars.
By Angel 1, in The Martyred Souldier (5), Henry Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 113r

why should the world lose such a pair of suns as shine out from thine eyes?/ why art thou cruel to make away thy self, and murder me? Since whirlwinds cannot shake thee / thou salt live and I'll fan gentle /
gales upon thy face: fetch me a day-bed / rob the earths perfumes of all / the ravishing sweets to feast her fence / pillows of roses shall bear up her head / oh
would a thousand springs might grow in one / to weave a flowry mantle o'er her
limbs / as she lies down.
By King, in The Martyred Souldier (5), Henry Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 113r

xx
Enchant our ears with music / would I had skill
to called the winged musicians of the air into these rooms / they all should play
to thee / till golden slumbers dances upon thy brows / wathcing to close thine
eyelids
By King, in The Martyred Souldier (5), Henry Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 113r

xx
invention grow thou poor, studying / to find a banquet which e> the god might
be invited to
By King, in The Martyred Souldier (5), Henry Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 113r

xx
her lips are friendly now, and with the warm breath sweeting all the air draw
me thus to them
By King, in The Martyred Souldier (5), Henry Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 113r

xx
the lips of winter are not so cold as hers
By King, in The Martyred Souldier (5), Henry Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 113r

xx
the memory of genzeirck name
dies here / Henricke, gives burial to the / successive glory of that race
By Hubert, in The Martyred Souldier (5), Henry Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 113r

xx
who makes
you lords? / the tree upon whose boughs your honours grew / your lordships and your lives is
fallen to the ground
By Hubert, in The Martyred Souldier (5), Henry Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 113r

xx
tis a voice from above / tells you: for the peoples tongues /
when they pronounce good things are tied to chains of twenty thousand links; which e> chains
are held / by one supernal hand and cannot speak / but what that hand will suffer: I have
then / the people on my side I have the soldiers I have that army which your rash young King had bent against the Christians, they now are mine / I am the center
and they all are lines / meeting in me; if therefore these strong sinews / the soldier
and the virtue / to lift me into the throne, I'll leap into it.
By Hubert, in The Martyred Souldier (5), Henry Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 113r

I may claime the crowne by conquest; feilds I have it then as well by voice as
sword / for should you hold it back it would be mine / I claim it then by conquest
fields are won / by yielding as by strokes; yet noble Vandals / I will lay
by the conquest and acknowledge / that your hands and your hearts the pinnacles
are / on which e> my greatness mounts unto this height / And now in sight of you and heaven I swear by those new sacred fires kindled within me and tis not your hope
of gold my brow desires / a thronging court to me is but a cell / these
popular acclamations which e> thus dance / in the air should pass by me as whistling winds / playing with leaves of trees; I'm not ambitious / of titles glorious and majestical
By Hubert, in The Martyred Souldier (5), Henry Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 113v

x
Violent streams / must not be stopped by violence;
theres an art / to meet and put by the most boisterous wave
By Hubert, in The Martyred Souldier (5), Henry Shirley
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xx
(a Kgs speech to his subjects.)
to guard
[you] lives will I lay out mine own and like vines plant you roud
about my throne
By Hubert, in The Martyred Souldier (5), Henry Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 113v