A.
B
Away, leave off yr golden flatteries / I know I cannot live
By King, in The Martyred Souldier (1), Henry Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 111v

A.
B.
Glad mine eyes wth my victorious sonne
By King, in The Martyred Souldier (1), Henry Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 111v

Doe ye Immortall Powers powre downe, And shall I not returne this?
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 mee my Henricke thy brave successe / yt my departing soule may wth thy story blesse another world, and purchase mee a passage.
By King, in The Martyred Souldier (1), Henry Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 111v

A.
B.
Here's yr battaile then, and here's yr fake conquest, What needs such a coile of rhetoricke.
By Hubert, in The Martyred Souldier (1), Henry Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 111v

Tis true they chargd gallantly; but yet twas like a storme, beating upon a wood of lusty pines; wch e> though they shake, they keepe their footing fast.
By Henricke, in The Martyred Souldier (1), Henry Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 111v

A.
B.
But let mee tell yr father how ye first feather/ yt Victory her selfe pluckt from
her wings / shee stucke it in yr Burgonet.
By Bellizarius, in The Martyred Souldier (1), Henry Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 111v

I shooke their battaile soe, / ye feauer never left them till yey Note for LE: on yey, do we just do orig and seg? -SH fell / this is
ye hand first touch'd ye gates, this foot first tooke ye citty / this xtian chmān
snatchd I from ye altar / and fired ye temple- like death I hauocke cried
so long till I / had left noe monuments of life or buildings / but these poore ruines. (meaning ye captiues.)
By Hubert, in The Martyred Souldier (1), Henry Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 111v

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

What heavenly voice is this? Shall my eares onely bee blest wth raptures
not my eyes enjoy / ye sight of yt celestiall presence / from whence
these sweet sounde come?
By Bellizarius, in The Martyred Souldier (1), Henry Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 111v

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

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

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

After some 3 houres beeing in Carthage, I rush'd into a temple stard
all wth lights / wch e> wth my drawne sword rifling in a roome / hung
full of pictures, drawne so full of sweetnesse / they strucke a reverence
in mee; found I a woman / a lady all in white; ye very candles / tooke
brightnesse from her eyes and those cleare pearles / wch e> in abundance fal-ling on her cheekes / gave them a lovely bravery; at my rough entrance /
shee shriekd and kneel'd and holding up a paire / of ivory fingerd hands
beggd yt I would not / though I did kill, dishonour her, and told mee / shee
would pray for mee: never did xtian / so neare come to my heartstrings
By Hubert, in The Martyred Souldier (2), Henry Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 111v

Bloud is not ever, ye wholesomst wine to drinke: doubtlesse these xtians /
serve some strange Mr, and it must needs bee a wonderfull sweet
wages wch e> hee paies 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 beeing as
subjects art to you / and are so long a K: to bee obeyed / as you are just.
By Bellizarius, in The Martyred Souldier (2), Henry Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 111v

Alasse good men; tongue lesse? Youle yet bee heard / ye sighes of yr tuned soules
are musicall.
By Bellizarius, in The Martyred Souldier (2), Henry Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 111v

xx
my faire Bellina shines like to an angel / has such a
brightnesse in her xtall eyes / yt even ye radiancy duls my sight.
By Bellizarius, in The Martyred Souldier (2), Henry Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 111v

How sweetly shee becomes ye face of woe; / shee teacheth misery to court
her beauty / and to afflicōn lends a lovely looke: happy folkes / would sell
their blessings for her greifes / but to bee 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 wth ye breath of nunns / not Vestas but her owne
wth roses strow / ye paths yt bring thee to her blessed shrine / cloth all
her altars / have raisd 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 more a scorpions bodys lesse / by so much is ye force of ve-nome more: / as lightning through a windowes casement / hurts more then
yt wch e> enters at ye doore
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 ye staring world whilst
I creepe on ye earth
By Hubert, in The Martyred Souldier (4), Henry Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 111v

xx
a Kgs. word is a statute graven in brasse and if hee
breakes yt law I will in thunder / rouze his cold spit: I long to ride in armour / and
looking round about mee to see noething / but seas and shores, yt seas of xtian bloud /
ye shores tough souldiers, here ye maine Battalia / comes ups wth as much horrour / as if a thickegrowne forrest by inchantment / were made to
move and all ye 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 bulkes 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 teares to drowne my resolution Funny c thing here -SH / hee
dies; could ye fond man lay at my foot / ye Kdomes of ye earth, hee dies.
By King, in The Martyred Souldier (4), Henry Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 111v

xx
doe this,
I sweare to jewell thee in my bosome.
By King, in The Martyred Souldier (4), Henry Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 111v

xx
I save hard and drinke, so doe ye Indians yet who fuller of bastards?
so doe ye Turkes 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 darknesse fly in spight of causes / truth can thrust her armes through caves / noe
tyrant shall confine / a white soules [that] divine / and does more brightly shine then
moone or sun / shee 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.
goe fooles, and let [your
feares glow as yr sings and cares / ye good how-ere trod under / laureld safe
in thunder / though lockd 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
shee comes, shee comes, shee comes / noe banquets are so sweet as martyrdōes
By Angel 1, in The Martyred Souldier (5), Henry Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 113r

Victoria. by all those chast fires kindled in our bosomes / through wch e> pure love shind
on our marriage night; / nay wth a holier ↄjuraōn / by all those thornes and briers
wch e> thy soft feet / tread boldly on to find a path to heaven / I beg of thee even
on my knee I beg yt thou wouldst love this K:, take him by ye hand / warme his
in thine and hang about his necke and seale 10000 kisses on his cheeke / so hee
will tread his flase gods under feet
By Bellizarius, in The Martyred Souldier (5), Henry Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 113r

xx a:
B.
before thy bodys frame bee pulld in peices
and every / limbe disjoynted, wilt thou forsake / ye errours thou are drenchd in?
By King, in The Martyred Souldier (5), Henry Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 113r

xx ye angels song.
come, o come, o come away / a quire of angels for thee stay / a rome where diamonds borrow light / open stand for thee this night/
night; no, no, heres 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
battaile is thy last, fight well and winne a crowne set full of stars.
By Angel 1, in The Martyred Souldier (5), Henry Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 113r

while should the world loose such a paire of suns as shine out from thine eyes?/ Since whirlewinds cannot shake thee / thou salt live and Ile fanne gentle /
gales upon thy face: fetch me a day-bed / rob ye earths ꝑ of all / ye ravi-shing sweets to feast her fence / pillowes of roses shall beare up her head / oh
would a 1000 springs might grow in one / to weave a flowry mantle ore her
limbes / as shee lies downe.
By King, in The Martyred Souldier (5), Henry Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 113r

xx
Enchant our eares wth musicke / would I had skill
to called ye winged musitiands of ye aire into these roomes / they all should play
to thee / till golden slumbers dances upon thy browes / 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 poore, studying / to find a banquet wch e> ye god might
bee invited to
By King, in The Martyred Souldier (5), Henry Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 113r

xx
Mrs, yr lips wth yt warme breath sweatning all ye aire draw
mee thus to them
By King, in The Martyred Souldier (5), Henry Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 113r

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

xx
who makes
you lds? / ye tree upon whose boughs yr honours grew / yr ldships and yr lives is
falne to ye ground
By Hubert, in The Martyred Souldier (5), Henry Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 113r

xx
tis a voice from above / tels you: for ye peoples tongues /
when they ꝑnounce good things are tied to chaines of 20000 linkes; wch e> chaines
are held / by one suꝑnal hand and cannot speake / but what yt hand will suffer: I have
then / ye people on my side I have ye souldiers they now are mine / I am ye center
and they all are lines / meeting in mee; if there f: these strong sinewes / ye souldier
and ye vertue / to lift mee into ye throne, Ile leape into it.
By Hubert, in The Martyred Souldier (5), Henry Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 113r

I may claime ye crowne by conquest; feilds I have it then as well by voice as
sword / for should you hold it backe it would bee mine / I claime it then by ōquest
feilds are wonne / by yeelding as by strokes; yet noble Vandals / I will lay
by ye conquest and acknowledge / yt yr hands and yr hearts ye pinacles
are / on wch e> my greatnesse mounts unto this height / And tis not yr hoope
of gold my brow desires / a thronging court to mee is but a cell / these
popular acclamaons wch e> thus dance / i'th aire should passe by mee as whis-tling winds / playing wth leaves of trees; Ime not ambitious / of titles glo-rious and majesticall
By Hubert, in The Martyred Souldier (5), Henry Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 113v

x
Violent streames / must not bee stopd by violence;
theres an art / to meet and put by ye most boistrous wave
By Hubert, in The Martyred Souldier (5), Henry Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 113v

xx
(a Kgs speech to his subjects.)
to guard
[you] lives will I lay out mine owne 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