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A05206	The true chronicle history of King Leir, and his three daughters, Gonorill, Ragan, and Cordella As it hath bene diuers and sundry times lately acted.; King Leir.	Drayton, Michael, 1563-1631, attributed name.; Heywood, Thomas, d. 1641, attributed name.	1605 (1605)	STC 15343; ESTC S111094	45,240	74

such Corn. If I haue one halfe and you haue the other Then betweene vs we must needs haue the whole Cam. The hole how meane you that Zlood I hope We shall haue two holes betweene vs Corn. Why the whole Kingdome Cam. I that 's very true Cor. What then is left for his third daughters dowry Louely Cordella whom the world admires Cam. T is very strange I know not what to thinke Vnlesse they meane to make a Nunne of her Corn. 'T were pity such rare beauty should be hid Within the compasse of a Cloysters wall But howsoe're if Leirs words proue true It will be good my Lord for me and you Cam. Then let s haste all danger to preuent For feare delayes doe alter his intent Exeunt Enter Gonorill and Ragan Gon. Sister when did you see Cordella last That prety piece that thinks none good ynough To speake to her because sir-reuerence She hath a little beauty extraordinary Ra. Since time my father warnd her from his presence I neuer saw her that I can remember God giuer her ioy of her surpassing beauty I thinke her dowry will be small ynough Gon. I haue incenst my father so against her As he will neuer be reclaymd agayne Rag. I was not much behind to do the like Gon. Faith sister what moues you to beare her such good will Rag. In truth I thinke the same that moueth you Because she doth surpasse vs both in beauty Gon. Beshrew your fingers how right you can gesse I tell you true it cuts me to the heart Rag. But we will keepe her low enough I warrant And clip her wings for mounting vp too hye Gon. Who euer hath her shall haue a rich mariage of her Rag. She were right fit to make a Parsons wife For they men say do loue faire women well And many times doe marry them with nothing Gon. With nothing marry God forbid why are there any such Rag. I meane no money Gon. I cry you mercy I mistooke you much And she is far too stately for the Church Shee le lay her husbands Benefice on her back Euen in one gowne if she may haue her will Ra. In faith poore soule I pitty her a little Would she were lesse fayre or more fortunate Well I thinke long vntill I see my Morgan The gallant Prince of Cambria here arriue Gon. And so do I vntill the Cornwall King Present himselfe to consummate my ioyes Peace here commeth my father Enter Leir Perillus and others Leir Cease good my Lords and sue not to reuerse Our censure which is now irreuocable We haue dispatched letters of contract Vnto the Kings of Cambria and of Cornwall Our hand and seale will iustify no lesse Then do not so dishonour me my Lords As to make shipwrack of our kingly word I am as kind as is the Pellican That kils itselfe to saue her young ones liues And yet as ielous as the princely Eagle That kils her young ones if they-do but dazell Vpon the radiant splendor of the Sunne Enter Kings of Cornwall and Cambria Within this two dayes I expect their comming But in good time they are arriu'd already This haste of yours my Lords doth testify The feruent loue you beare vnto my daughters And think your selues as welcome to King Leir As euer Pryams children were to him Corn. My gracious Lord and father too I hope Pardon for that I made no greater haste But were my horse as swift as was my will I long ere this had seene your Maiesty Cam. No other scuse of absence can I frame C Then what my brother hath inform'd your Grace For our vndeserued welcome we do vowe Perpetually to rest at your commaund Corn. But you sweet Loue illustrious Gonorill The Regent and the Soueraigne of my soule Is Cornwall welcome to your Excellency Gon. As welcome as Leander was to Hero Or braue Aeneas to the Carthage Queene So and more welcome is your Grace to me Cam. O may my fortune proue no worse then his Since heauens do know my fancy is as much Deare Ragan say if welcome vnto thee All welcomes else will little comfort me Rag. As gold is welcome to the couetous eye As sleepe is welcome to the Traueller As is fresh water to sea-beaten men Or moystned showres vnto the parched ground Or any thing more welcomer then this So and more welcome louely Morgan is Leir What resteth then but that we consummate The celebration of these nuptiall Rites My Kingdome I do equally deuide Princes draw lots and take your chaunce as falles Then they draw lots These I resigne as freely vnto you As earst by true succession they were mine And here I do freely dispossesse my selfe And make you two my true adopted heyres My selfe will soiorne with my sonne of Cornwall And take me to my prayers and my beades I know my daughter Ragan will be sorry Because I do not spend my dayes with her Would I were able to be with both at once They are the kindest gyrles in Christendome Per. I haue bin silent all this while my Lord To see if any worthyer then my selfe Would once haue spoke in poore Cordellaes cause But loue or feare tyes silence to their toungs Oh heare me speake for her my gracious Lord Whose deeds haue not deseru'd this ruthlesse doome As thus to disinherit her of all Leir Vrge this no more and if thou loue thy life I say she is no daughter that doth scorne To tell her father how she loueth him Who euer speaketh hereof to mee agayne I will esteeme him for my mortall foe Come let vs in to celebrate vith ioy The happy Nuptialls of these louely payres Exeunt omnes manet Perillus Per. Ah who so blind as they that will not see The neere approch of their owne misery Poore Lady I extremely pitty her And whilest I liue eche drop of my heart blood Will I strayne forth to do her any good Exit Enter the Gallian King and Mumford disguised like Pilgrims Mum. My Lord how do you brook this Brittish ayre King My Lord I told you of this foolish humour And bound you to the contrary you know Mum. Pardon me for once my Lord I did forget King My Lord agayne then let 's haue nothing else And so be tane for spyes and then t is well Mum. Swounds I could bite my toung in two for angert For Gods sake name your selfe some proper name King Call me Trofillus I le call thee Denapoll Mum. Might I be made the Monarch of the world I could not hit vpon these names I sweare King Then call me Will I le call thee Iacke Mum. Well be it so for I haue wel deseru'd to be cal'd Iack King Stand close for here a Brittish Lady cōmeth Enter Cordella A fayrer creature ne're mine eyes beheld Cord. This is a day of ioy vnto my sisters Wherein they both are maried vnto Kings And I by byrth as worthy as themselues Am turnd into the world to seeke my fortune How

Leir Come let vs go and see what God will send When all meanes faile he is the surest friend Exeunt Enter the Gallian King and Queens and Mumford with a basket disguised like Countrey folke King This tedious iourney all on foot sweet Loue Cannot be pleasing to your tender ioynts Which ne're were vsed to these toylesome walks Cord. I neuer in my life tooke more delight In any iourney then I do in this Ic did me good when as we hapt to light Amongst the merry crue of country folke To see what industry and paynes they tooke To win them commendations mongst their friends Lord how they labour to bestir themselues And in their quirks to go beyond the Moone And so take on them with such antike fits That one would think they were beside their wits Come away Roger with your basket Mum. Soft Dame here comes a couple of old youthes I must needs make my selfe fat with testing at them Cor. Nay prithy do not they do seeme to be Enter Leir Perillus very faintly Men much o'regone with griefe and misery Let 's stand aside and harken what they say Leir Ah my Perillus now I see we both Shall end our dayes in this vntrustfull soyle Oh I do faint for want of sustenance And thou I know in little better case No gentle tree affords one taste of fruit To comfort vs vntill we meet with men No lucky path conducts our lucklesse steps Vnto a place where any comfort dwels Sweet rest betyde vnto our happy soules For here I see our bodies must haue end Per. Ah my deare Lord how doth my heart lament To see you brought to this extremity O if you loue me as you do professe Or euer thought well of me in my life He strips vp his arme Feed on this flesh whose veynes are not so dry But there is vertue left to comfort you O feed on this if this will do you good I le smile for ioy to see you suck my bloud Leir I am no Caniball that I should delight To slake my hungry iawes with humane flesh I am no deuill or ten times worse then so To suck the bloud of such a peerelesse friend O do not think that I respect my life So dearely as I do thy loyall loue Ah Brittayne I shall neuer see thee more That hast vnkindly banished thy King And yet not thou dost make me to complayne But they which were more neere to me then thou Cor. What do I heare this lamentable voyce Me thinks ere now I oftentimes haue heard Leir Ah Gonorill was halfe my Kingdomes gift The cause that thou didst seeke to haue my life Ah cruell Ragan did I giue thee all And all could not suffice without my bloud Ah poore Cordella did I giue thee nought Nor neuer shall be able for to giue O let me warne all ages that insueth How they trust flattery and reiect the trueth Well vnkind Girles I here forgiue you both Yet the iust heauens will hardly do the like And only craue forgiuenesse at the end Of good Cordella and of thee my friend Of God whose Maiesty I haue offended By my transgression many thousand wayes Of her deare heart whom I for no occasion Turn'd out of all through flatterers perswasion Of thee kind friend who but for me I know Hadst neuer come vnto this place of wo Cor. Alack that euer I should liue to see My noble father in this misery King Sweet Loue reueale not what thou art as yet Vntill we know the ground of all this Cor. O but some meat some meat do you not see How neere they are to death for want of food Per. Lord which didst help they seruants at their need Or now or neuer send vs helpe with speed Oh comfort comfort yonder is a banquet And men and women my Lord be of good cheare For I see comfort comming very neere O my Lord a banquet and men and women Leir O let kind pity mollify their hearts That they may helpe vs in our great extreames Per. God saue you friends if this blessed banquet Affordeth any food or sustenance Euen for his sake that saued vs all from death Vouchsafe to saue vs from the gripe of famine Cor. Here father sit and eat here sit drink She bringeth him to the table And would it were far better for your sakes Perillus takes Leir by the hand to the table Per. I le giue you thanks anon my friend doth faynt And needeth present comfort Leir drinks Mum. I warrant he ne're stayes to say grace O there 's no sauce to a good stomake Per. The blessed God of heauen hath thought vpon vs Leir The thanks be his and these kind courteous folke By whose humanity we are preserued They eat hungerly Leir drinkes Cor. And may that draught be vnto him as was That which old Eson dranke which did renue His withered age and made him young againe And may that meat be vnto him as was That which Elias ate in strength whereof He walked fourty dayes and neuer faynted Shall I conceale me longer from my father Or shall I manifest my selfe to him King Forbeare a while vntill his strength returne Lest being ouer-ioyed with seeing thee His poore weake sences should forsake their office And so our cause of ioy be turnd to sorrow Per. What chere my Lord how do you feele your selfe Leir Me thinks I neuer ate such sauory meat It is as pleasant as the blessed Manna That raynd from heauen amongst the Israelites It hath recall'd my spirits home agayne And made me fresh as earst I was before But how shall we congratulate their kindnesse Per. Infayth I know no how sufficiently But the best meane that I can think on is this I le offer them my dublet in requitall For we haue nothing else to spare Leir Nay stay Perillus for they shall haue mine Per. Pardon my Lord I sweare they shall haue mine Perillus proffers his dublet they will not take it Leir Ah who would think such kindnes should remayne Among such strange and vnacquainted men And that such hate should harbour in the brest Of those which haue occasion to be best Cor. Ah good old father tell to me thy griefe I le sorrow with thee if not adde reliefe Leir Ah good young daughter I may call thee so For thou art like a daughter I did owe Cor. Do you not owe her still what is she dead Leir No God forbid but all my interest 's gone By shewing my selfe too much vnnaturall So haue I lost the title of a father and me be call'd a stranger to her rather Cor. Your title 's good still for t is alwayes knowne A man may do as him list with his owne But haue you but one daughter then in all Leir Yes I haue more by two then would I had Cor. O say not so but rather see the end They that are bad may haue the grace to mend But how haue they offended you so much Leir If from