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A09224	The famous chronicle of king Edward the first, sirnamed Edward Longshankes with his returne from the holy land. Also the life of Lleuellen rebell in Wales. Lastly, the sinking of Queene Elinor, who sunck at Charingcrosse, and rose againe at Pottershith, now named Queenehith.; King Edward the First	Peele, George, 1556-1596.	1593 (1593)	STC 19535; ESTC S110371	47,032	88

To passe the wearie time away Wearie God wot poore wench to thee That neuer thought these daies to see Mortimor Breake heart and split mine eies in twaine Neuer let me heare those wordes againe Frier What can the Frier doe or saie To passe the wearie time awaie More dare I doe then he dare saie Because he doubts to haue away Eli. Doe somewhat Frier saie or sing That may to sorrowes so lace bring And I meane while wil Garlands make Morti. O Mortimor were it for thy sake A Garland were the happiest stake That euer this hand vnhappie drew Frier Mistres shal I tel you true I haue a song I learnd it long agoe I wot not whether yo le like it wel or ill T is short and sweete but somewhat brolde before Once let me sing it and I aske no more Eli. What Frier will you so indeede Agrees it somewhat with your neede Frier Why mistres shal I sing my creede Eli. That 's fitter of the two at neede Morti. O wench how maist thou hope to speede Frier O mistres out it goes Looke what comes next the Frier throes The Frier sittes along and singes Morti. Such a sitting who euer saw An Eagles bird of a Iacke dawe Eli. So Sir is this all Morti. Sweete heart here 's no more Eli. How now good fellow more indeede By one then was before Frier How now the diuel in steede of a dittie Morti. Frier a dittie come late from the cittie To aske some pitty of this lasse so pretty Some pitty sweete mistres I praie you Eli. How now Frier where are we now and you play not the man Frier Friend Copes mate you that come late from the Cittie To aske some pittie of this lasse so prettie In likenes of a doleful dittie Hang me if I doe not paie yee Mortimor O Frier you grow chollericke wel yo le Haue no man to Court your mislers but your selfe On my word I le take you downe a botton hole Frier Ye talk ye talke childe Enter Lluellen and Meredith Lluellen T is wel potter you fight in a good quarrel Meredith Mas this blade wil holde let mee see then Frier Frier Mines for mine owne turne I warrant giue his Tooles rise and le ts to it but no and you loue me I skorne the oddes I can tel you see faire play and you be Gentlemen Lluellen Mary shal we Frier let vs see be their staues of a length good so now let vs deeme of the matter Frier and Potter without more clatter I haue cast your water and see as deepe into your desire as he that hadde diued everie day into your bosome O Frier wil nothing serue your turne but Larkes Are such fiue birds for such course Clarkes None but my Marian can serue your turne Eli. Cast water for the house wil burne Frier O mistres mistres flesh is fraile Ware when the signe is in the taile MIghtie is loue and doth preuaile Lluellen Therefore Frier shalt thou not faile But mightily your foe assaile And thrash this Potter with thy flaile And Potter neuer raue nor raile Not aske questions what I aile But take this toole and doe not quaile But thrash this Friers russet cote They take the Flailes And make him sing a dastards note And crie Peccaus miserere Dauid In amo amavi Goe to Mortimor Strike strike Frier Strike Potter be thou liefe or loth And if you le not strike I le strike for both Potter strikes He must needs go that the diuel driues Then Frier beware of other mens wiues Frier strikes I wish maister proud Potter the Diuell haue my soule But I le make my flaile circumscribe your noule Lluellen Why so now it cottens now the game beginnes One knaue currieth another for his sinnes Frier kneeles O maister short en my offences in mine eies If this Crucifige doe not suffice Send me to Heauen in a hempen sacrifice Frier kneeles O maisters maisters let this bee warning The Frier hath infected me with his learning Lluellen Villains do not touch the forbidden haire now to delude or to dishonor me Frier O maister quae nagata sunt grata sunt Lluellen Rice euery day thus shal it be wee le haue a thrashing set among the Friers and he that of these chalengers laies on slowest loade be thou at hand Rice to gore him with thy gode Frier A Potter Potter the Frier may rue That euer this day this our quarrel he knew My pate adle mine armes blacke and blue Potter Ah Frier who may his fates force eschew I thinke Frier you are prettilie scholde Frier And I thinke the Potter is handsomlie coold Exeunt ambo Morti. No Martimor here that Eternal fire That burnes and flames with brands of hot desire Why Martimor why doest thou not discouer Thy selfe her knight her liegeman and her louer Exit Martimor Enter Iohn Balioll King of Scots with his traine Lords of Albana and my peeres in France Since Balioll is inuested in his rights And weares the roial Scottish Diadem Time is to rouze him that the world may wotte Scotland disdaines to carrie Englands yoke Therefore my friend thus put in readines Why slacke we time to greete the English king With resolute message to let him know our minds Lord Versses though thy faith and oath be tane To follow Baliols armes for Scotlands right Yet is thy heart to Englands honor knit Therefore in spite of England and thy selfe Beare thou defiaunce proudly to thy king Tel him Albania findes heart and hope To shake of Englands tiranny be time To reskue Scotlands honor with his sword Lorde Bruce see cast about Versses necke A strangling halter that he minde his hast How farest thou Versses wilt thou doe this message Versses Although no comon post yet for my king I wil to England maugre Englands might And doe mine arrand boldly as becomes Albeit I honor English Edwards name And hold this slauish contemnment to skorne Balioll. Then hie away as swift as swallow flies And meete me on our rodes on Englands ground We there thinke of thy message and thy hast Sound Trumpets Exit Balioll. Enter King Edward Longshankes Edmund Duke of Lancaster Gloster Sussex Dauid Crespall booted from Northam Longsh. Now haue I leasure Lords to bid you welcome into Wales Welcome sweet Edmund to christen thy young nephew And welcome Cressingham giue me thy hand But Sussex what became of Mortimor We haue not seene the man this manie a daie Sussex Before your highnes rid frō hence to Northam Sir Roger was a suter to your Grace Touching faire Elinor Lluellens loue And so belike denide with discontent A discontinues from your Roial presence Longsh. Why Sussex saide we not for Elinor So she would leaue whom she had loued too long Shee might haue fauour with my Queene and me But man her minde about her fortune mounts And that 's a cause she failes in her accounts But goe with me my lord of Lancaster We will goe see my beauteous louely

Edward a iollie boy Longsh. And Katherin who brings me that newes shal not goe emptie handed Exite omnes Enter Mortimor Lluellen and Meredith Mortimor Farewel Lluellen with thy louing Nell Exit Mortimor Lluellen Godamercy Mortimor and so farewel Mere. Farewel and be hangde half Sinons sapons brood Lluellen Good words Sir Rice wronges haue best remedy So taken with time patience and pollicy But where is the Friar who can tel Enter Friar That can I maister very wel And saie I faith what hath befel Must we at once to heauen or hel Elinor To heauen Frier Frier no fie Such heauie soules mount not so hie Frier lies downe Then Frier lie thee downe and die And if any aske the reason why Answere and say thou canst not tel Vnles because thou must to hel Eli No Frier because thou didst rebel Gentle Sir Rice ring out thy knel. Lluellen And Maddocke towle thy passing bel So there lies a strawe and now to the law maisters and friends naked came we in to the worlde naked are wee turnd out of the good townes into the wildernesse let mee saie Masse me thinkes we are a handsome Common-wealth a handful of goodfellowes set a sunning to dog on our own discretion what say you Sir we are enough to keepe a passage will you be ruled by mee wee le get the next daie from Brecknocke the booke of Robin Hood the Frier he shal instruct vs in his cause and wee le euen here fare and well since the king hath put vs amongst the discarding cardes and as it were turned vs with deuces and traies out of the decke euerie man take his standing on Mannocke deny and wander like irregulers vp and down the wildernesse I le be maister of misrule I le be Robin Hood that once cousin Rice thou shalt be little Iohn and hers Frier Dauid as fit as a die for Frier Tucke now my sweet Nel if you wil make vp the messe with a good heart for Maide marian and doe well with Lluellen vnder the greene wood trees with as good a wil as in the good townes why plena est curia Eli. My sweetest loue and this my infracte fortune could neuer vaunt har soueraignty and shouldest thou passe the foorde of Phlegeton or with Leander win the Hellispont in deserts Oenophrius euer dwell or builde thy bowre on Aetuas fierie tops thy Nel would follow thee and keepe with thee thy Nel would feede with thee and sleepe with thee Friar O Cupido quantus quantus Mere. Brauelie resolude Madam and then what rests my Lord Robin but we will liue and die together like Chamber Britaines Robin Hood little Iohn Frier Tucke and Maide marrian Llue. There rests nothing now cosin but that I sell my chaine to set vs all in greene and wee le al play the Pioners to make vs a caue and Cabban for al weathers Eli. My sweete Lluellen though this sweet bee gal Patience doth conquer me by out suffering al Frier Now Manmocke deny I hold thee a peny Thou shalt haue neither sheep nor goate But Frier Dauid Will fleeces his coate VVhere euer lacke my Nouice iet Al is fishe with him that comes to net Dauid this yeare thou paiest no dette Exeunt ambo Enter Mortimor solus Mortimor VVhy Frier is it so plaine in deede Lluellen art thou flatly so resolude To roust it out and roust so neare the king What shal we haue a passage kept in wales For men at armes and knights aduenturous By cocke Sir Rice I see no reason why Young Mortimor should make one among And play hi parton Mannocke dying here For loue of his beloued Elinor His Elinor where she this I wott The bitter Northern winde vppon the plaines The dampes that rise from out the quickly plots Nor influence of contagious aire should touch But shee should court yet with the proudest dames Rich in attire and sumptuous in her fare And take her ease in beds of safest Downe Why Mortimor may not thy offers moue And win sweet Elinor from Lluellens loue Why plesant gold and gentle eloquence Haue byset the chastest Nimphs the fairest dames And vants of words delights of wealth and ease Haue made a Nunne 10 yeelde Lluellens Being set to see the last of desperate chance Why should so faire a slarre stand in a vale And not be seene to sparkle in the skie It is enough Ioue change his glittering robes To see Mennosyne and the flies Maisters haue alter gentle Robinhood You are not so wel accompanied I hope But if a potter come to plaie his part You le giue him stripes or welcome good or worse Goe Mortimor and make their loue holidaies The king wil take a common scuse of thee And who hath more men to attend then Mortimor Exit Mortimor Enter Lluellen Meredith Frier Elinor and their traine They are all clad in greene c. sing c. Blith and bonny the song ended Lluellen speaketh Lluellen Why so I see my mates of olde All were not lies that Bedlams told Of Robin Hood and little Iohn Frier Tucke and Maide marian Frier I for sooth maister Lluellen How well they coucht in forrest green Frolike and liuelie with oaten teene And spent their daie in game and glee Lluellen doe seeke if ought please thee Nor though thy foot be out of towne Let thine looke blacke on Edwards Crowne Nor thinke this greene is not so gaie As was the golden rich array And if sweete Nel my Marrian Trust me as I am Gentle man Thou art as fine in this at tire As fine and fitte to my desire As when of Leisters Hal and bowre Thou wert the rose and sweetest flowres How saist thou Frier say I wel For anie thing becomes my Nell Frier Neuer made man of a woman borne A Bullockes taile a blowing horne Nor can an Asses hide disguise A Lion if he rampe and rise Eli. My Lord the Frier is wondrous wise Lluellen Beleeue him for he tels no lies But what doth little Iohn deuise Meredith That Robin Hood beware of spies An aged saying and a true Blacke wil take no other hue He that of old hath beene thy toe Wil die but wil continue so Frier O maisters whither shal we doth anie liuing creature knowe Lluellen Rice and I wil walke the round Frier see about the ground Enter Mortimor And spoile what praie is to be found My loue I leaue within in trust Because I knowe thy dealing lust Come Potter come and welcome to Fare as we fare and doe as we doe Exit Lluellen Meredith Frier Nell adiew we goe for newes A little serues the Frier's lust When nolens volens fast I must Maister at al that you refuse Mortimor Such a porter would I choose When I meane to blinde a skule While Robin walke with little Iohn The Frier wil licke his marrian So wil the Porter if he can Eli. Now Frier sith your lord is gone And you and I are left alone What can the Frier doe or saie

the Prophet is an Asse whose prophecies come so to paile Said he not oft and sung it to Lluellen after much adoe Should in spite heaue vp his chin and be the highest of his kinne And see aloft Lluellens head Empalled with a crowne of lead My Lord let not this South-faire lacke That hath such cunning in his iacke Harper Dauid holde still your clacke Least your heeles make your ne● cracke Frier Gentle Prophet and yee loue me for spe● me not t is the worst ●ke in the world to sturre a wirche or anger a wise man maister unlesse haue wee anie nast best giue my horses some more ●aie Exeunt omnes Elinor in child-bed with her daughter Ione and other Ladies Qu. Eli. Cal forth those renowmed Friers come from France And raise me gentle Ladies in my bed That while this faultring engine of my speach I leane to vtter my concealed guilt I maie respect and so repent my sinnes Ione VVhat plague atracts your roiall Maiestie Qu. Eli. Ah Ione I perish through a double warres First in this painfull prison of my soule A world of dreadfull sins holpe thee to sight And Nature hauing lost her working power Yeeldes vp her earthlie Fortunes vnto death Next ouer VVar my soule is ouer preast In thee my Conscience loaden with misdeedes Sittes seeing my Conscience to ensue VVithout especiall fauour from aboue Ione Your Grace must account it a warriors crosse To make resist where daunger there is none Superdewe your Feuer by precious Art And helpe you still through hope of heauenlie aide Qu. Eli. The carelesse sleepe rule on the mountaines toppes That see the Sea-man floating on the swerge The threatning windes comes springing with the flouds To ouerwhelme and drowne his craised keele His tackes torne his sailes borne ouer boarde How pale like Vallowe flowres the mountaine standes Vppon his hatches waiting for his iearke Wringing his hands that ought to plaie the pompe Maie bla●e his feare that laboreth not for life So thou poore soule maie tell a seruile tale Maie councell me but I that prooue thy paine Maie heare thee talke but not redresse my harme But ghastlie death alreadie is addrest To gleane the latest blossome of my life My spirite failes me are these Friers come Enter the King and his brother in Friers weeds King Dominus vobiscum Edmund Et cum spiritu tuo Qu. Elinor Draw neare graue Fathers and approche my bed Forbeare our presence Ladies for a while And leaue vs to our secret conference King What cause hath moued your roiall Maiestie To call your seruaunts from their countreis bounds For to attend your pleasure here in Englands court Qu. Eli. See you not holie Friers mine estate My bodie weake inclining to my graue Edm. We see and sorrow for thy paine faire Queene Qu. Eli. By this eternall signes of my defectes Friers consecrate mine ineternall griefe My soule ah wretched soule within this brest Faint for to mount the Heauens with wings of grace A hundred by flocking troupes of sinne That stop my passage to my wished howres King The nearer Elinor so the greatest hope of health And daine to vs for to impart your quiet VVho by our praiers and counsaile ought to arme Aspiring soules to scale the heauenly grace Qu. Eli. Shame and remorse doth stop my course of speach King Madam you need not dread our conference VVho by the order of the holy Church Are all annoynted to sacred secrecie Qu. Eli. Did I not thinke● naie were I not assured Your wisedomes would be silent in that cause No feare could make me to bewraie my selfe ●ue gentle fathers I haue thought it good Not to relie vppon these Englishmen But on your trothes you holy men of Fraunce Then as you loue your life and Englands weale Keepe secret my Confession from the king For why my storie nearelie toucheth him Whose loue compared with my losse delights With manie sorrowes that my heart affrights Edmund My heart misgiues King Be silent follow Frier Qu. Eli. In pride of youth when I was yong and faire And gracious in the king of Englands sight The daie before that night his Highnes should Possesse the pleasure of my wedlockes bed Caitife accursed monster as I was His brother Edmund beautifull and young Vppon my bridall couch by my concent Enioies the flowre and fauour of my loue The King be holdeth his brother wofully And I becam a Traitresse to my Lord King Facinus scelus in fandum nefas Edm. Madam through sickenes weakenes and your wittes t were verie good to bethinke yourselfe before you speake Qu. Eli. Good father not so weake but that I woe My heat doth rent to thinke vpon the time But whie exclaimes this holie Frier so Oh praie then for my faults religious man King T is charitie in men of my degree To sorrow for our neighbours hainous sinnes And Madam though some promise loue to you And zeale to Edmund brother to the King I praie the Heauens you both maie soone repent But might it please your Highnes to proceede Vnto this sinne a worser doth succeede Qu. Eli. For Ione of Acon the supposed child And daughter of my Lord the English King Is baselie borne begotten of a Frier Such time as I was their anued in Fraunce His one lie true and lawfull sonne my frendes He is my hope his sonne that should succeed Is Edward of Carnaruan latelie borne Now all the scruples of my troubled minde I sighing sound within your reuerent eares Oh praie for pittie praie for I must die Remitte my God the follie of my youth My groaned spirites attends thy mercies seate Queene Elinor dies Fathers farewell commend me to my King Commend me to my children and my friends And close mine eies for death will haue his due King Blushing I shut theie thine inticing lampes The wanton baites that make me sucke my bane Pirpus hardned flames did neuer reflect More hidious flames then from my brest arise VVhat fault more vilde vnto thy dearest Lord Our daughter base begotten of a Priest And Ned my brother partner of my loue Oh that those eies that lightned Cesars braine Oh that those lookes that mastered Phucebus brand Or else those lookes that staine Melisaes farre Should shrine discreet desire and lawles lust Vnhappie King dishonored in thy stocke Hence faigned weedes vnfaigned is my griefe Edm. Dread Prince my brother if my vowes auaile I call to witnes Heauen in my behalfe If zealous praier might driue you from suspect I bend my knees and humblie craue this boone That you will driue misdeedes out of your minde Maie neuer good betide my life my Lord If once I dreamde vppon this damned deede But my deceased sister and your Queene Afflicted with recurelesse maladies Impatient of her paine grew lunatick Discouering errors neuer dreamde vppon To proue this true the greatest men of all Within their learned volumes doe discord That all extreames and aland in naught but extremes Then thinke oh King her agonie