Great Britain -- History -- Poetry; Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616 -- Sources
Keeping the feast of his natiuitie,
Whose birth true peace t’all humane soules did bring,
In _Tancred’s_ court, there first the treacherie
Of faithlesse _Philip_, that ignoble king,
Did shew it selfe: who did intend to bring
All my designements for the christian aid,
To ill effect by plots which he had laid.
34.
The stout Scicilian king he did excite
T’inuade my campe, and that he might not faile,
He wisht him take th’aduantage of the night:
And lest my dreaded might his mind might quaile,
He with his power would helpe him to assaile:
So much did he maligne my name’s renowne,
Which all true noble hearts with praise did crowne.
35.
But I that did preferre a royall minde
Before base thoughts of griping auarice,
And prince-like did with bountie’s hands strike blinde
The eyes of enuie in mine enemies,
Did finde such grace, that none could preiudice
My name or state, but euen amongst my foes
I found such friends as would the same disclose.
36.
_Tancred_ that did admire the royalties,
That in my kingly brest did make repose,
Could not conceale the French-man’s treacherie:
But with a kingly sp’rit, disdaining those
That traytors were, this treason did disclose:
Seldome base treacherie it selfe can seat
On the high pitch of kingly bred conceat.
37.
_Philip_ disgrac’d, did launch into the deepe,
Being bound for Acon that besieged towne,
Where leauing him, thy muse her course must keepe
Vnto that land, whose name did first renowne
The queene of loue, and her first altars crowne:
Whence she may safely see how Neptune raues,
And wrackes my ships in the Pamphilian waues.
38.
When launcht vpon the seas my ships were seene,
From the Scicilian shore with that sweet maid,
Nauare’s faire _Berengaria_, my new queene:
Neptune as if he did intend t’haue pray’d
On my late chosen loue, began t’inuade
My blacke fleete’s wooden walles, which he did batter
With bounding billowes of his rough rouz’d water.
39.
Tempestuous winds, whose swelling cheekes did draw
The louring clouds full burthened with blacke showers,
Flew on the waues, which breaking with the flaw,
Foaming white froth, did rise like loftie towers,
In roring traine, trooping vp all their powers,
Darknesse did hide the chearefull face of heau’n,
Our ships disperst, were each from other driuen.
40.
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