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A03804	Certaine deu[is]es and shewes presented to her Maiestie by the gentlemen of Grayes-Inne at her Highnesse court in Greenewich, the twenty eighth day of Februarie in the thirtieth yeare of her Maiesties most happy raigne	Hughes, Thomas, fl. 1587.; Trotte, Nicholas, Sir, d. 1636.; Fulbeck, William, 1560-1603?	1587 (1587)	STC 13921; ESTC S104286	42,890	57

counsailes are but strifes Where equall wits may wreast each side alike Let counsaile go my purpose must proceede Each likes his course mine owne doth like me best Wherefore e'r Arthur breath or gather strength Assault we him least he assault vs first He either must destroie or be destroide The mischiefe 's in the midst catch he that can GAWI. But will no reason rule that desperate minde MORD. A fickle minde that euerie reason rules I rest resolu'd and to my Sire say thus If here he stay but three daies to an end And not forthwith discharge his band and hoast T is Mordreds oath assure himselfe to die But if he finde his courage so to serue As for to stand to his defence with force In Cornewalle if he dare I 'le trye it out GAWI. O strange contempt like as the craggy rocke Resists the streames and flings the waltering waues Aloofe so he reiects and scornes my words Exit The fourth scene Gilla Gillamor Cheldrichus Dux Pictorum Conan MORD. LO where as they decreéd my faithfull friends Haue kept their time be all your powers repaird GILLA They be and all with ardent mindes to Mars They cry for warres and longing for th' allarme Euen now they wish t' incounter with their foes MORD. What could be wisht for more Puissant King For your great helpe and valiant Irish force If I obtaine the conquest in these warres Whereas my father claimes a tribute due Out of your Realme I here renounce it quite And if assistance neéde in doubtfull times I will not faile to aide you with the like GYLL. It doth suffice me to discharge my Realme Or at the least to wreke me on my foes I rather like to liue your friend and piere Then rest in Arthurs homage and disgrace MORD. Right noble Duke through whom the Saxons vowe Their liues with mine for my defence in warres If we preuaile and may subdue our foes I will in liew of your so high deserts Geue you and yours all Brytish lands that lie Betweene the floud of Humber and the Scottes Besides as much in Kent as Horsus and Hengistus had when Vortigern was King CHEL. Your gracious proffers I accept with thankes Not for the gaine but that the good desire I haue henceforth to be your subiect here May thereby take effect which I esteeme More then the rule I beare in Saxon soile MORD. Renowmed Lord for your right hardy Picts And chosen warriers to maintaine my cause If our attempts receiue a good successe The Albane Crowne I giue to you and yours PICT. Your highnes bountie in so high degreé Were cause inough to moue me to my best But sure your selfe without regard of meéde Should finde both me and mine at your commaund MORD. Lord Gilla if my hope may take successe And that I be thereby vndoubted King The Cornish Dukedome I allot to you GILLA· My Liedge to further your desir'd attempts I ioyfully shall spend my dearest blood The rather that I found the King your Sire So heauy Lord to me and all my stocke MORD. Since then our rest is on 't and we agreéd To warre it out what resteth now but blowes Driue Destnies on with swords Mars frames the meanes Henceforth what Mordred may now lies in you Ere long if Mars insue with good successe Looke whatsoe'r it be that Arthur claimes By right a wrong or conquests gaind with blood In Brytaine or abroade is mine to giue To shewe I would haue said I cannot giue What euery hand must giue vnto it selfe Whereof who lists to purchase any share Now let him seéke and winne it with his Sword The Fates haue laide it open in the field What Starres O Heauens or Poles or Powers diuine Doe graunt so great rewards for those that winne Since then our common good and ech mans care Requires our ioint assistance in these toyles Shall we not hazard our extreamest hap And rather spend our Fates then spare our foes The cause I care for most is chiefely yours This hand and hart shall make mine owne secure That man shall seé me foiled by my selfe What e'r he be that seés my foe vnfoilde Feare not the feild because of Mordreds faults Nor shrinke one iotte the more for Arthurs right Full safely Fortune guideth many a guilt And Fates haue none but wretches whom they wrenche Wherefore make speéde to cheare your Souldiers harts That to their fires you yet may adde more flames The side that seékes to winne in ciuill warres Must not content it selfe with woonted heate Exeunt omnes preter Mordred Conan CONA. WOuld God your highnes had beéne more aduisde Ere too much will had drawen your wits too farre Then had no warres indangerd you nor yours Nor Mordreds cause required forreine care MORD. A troubled head my minde reuolts to feare And beares my body backe I inwards feéle my fall My thoughts misgive me much downe terror I Perceiue mine ende and desperate though I must Despise Dispaire and somewhat hopelesse hope The more I doubt the more I dare by feare I finde the fact is fittest for my fame What though I be a ruine to the Realme And fall my selfe therewith No better end His last mishaps doe make a man secure Such was King Priams ende who when he dyed Closde and wrapt vp his Kingdome in his death A solemne pompe and fit for Mordreds minde To be a graue and tombe to all his Realme Exeunt CHORVS 1 Ye Princely Peéres extold to seates of State Seéke not the faire that soone will turne to fowle Oft is the fall of high and houering Fate And rare the roome which time doth not controwle The safest seate is not on highest hill Where windes and stormes and thunders thumpe their ill Farre safer were to follow sound aduise Then for such pride to pay so deare a price 2 The mounting minde that climes the hauty cliftes And soaring seékes the tip of lofty type Intoxicats the braine with guiddy drifts Then rowles and reéles and falles at length plum ripe Loe heauing hie is of so small forecast To totter first and tumble downe at last Yet Paegasus still reares himselfe on hie And coltishly doth kicke the cloudes in Skie 3 Who sawe the griefe engrauen in a Crowne Or knew the bad and bane whereto it 's bound Would neuer sticke to throwe and fling it downe Nor once vouchsafe to heaue it from the ground Such is the sweéte of this ambitious powre No sooner had then turnde eftsoones to sowre Atchieu'd with enuie exercisde with hate Garded with feare supported with debate 4 O restlesse race of high aspyring head O worthlesse rule both pittyed and inuied How many Millions to their losse you lead With loue and lure of Kingdomes blisse vntryed So things vntasted cause a quenchlesse thirst Which were they knowne would be refused first Yea oft we seé yet seéing cannot shonne The fact we finde as fondly dar'd as donne The argument of the third Act 1 IN the first Scene Cador and Howell

that will driue th' unwilling to their death Or frustrate death in those that faine would die Offend alike They spoile that bootelesse spare ANGH. But will my teares and mournings moue you nought GVEN. Then is it best to die when friends doe mourne ANGH. Ech where is death that fates haue well ordainde That ech man may bereaue himselfe of life But none of death death is so sure a doome A thousand wayes doe guide vs to our graues Who then can euer come too late to that Whence when h 'is come he neuer can returne Or what auailes to hasten on our ends And long for that which destenies haue sworne Looke backe in time to late is to repent When furious rage hath once cut of the choice GVEN. Death is an end of paine no paine it selfe Is 't meéte a plague for such excessiue wrong Should be so short Should one stroke answere all And wouldst thou dye Well that contents the lawes What then for Arthurs ire What for thy fame Which thou hast stainde What for thy stocke thou shamst Not death nor life alone can giue a full Reuenge ioyne both in one Die and yet liue Where paine may not be oft let it be long Seéke out some lingring death whereby thy corse May neither touch the dead nor ioy the quicke Dye but no common death passe Natures boundes ANGH. Set plaintes aside despaire yeélds no reliefe The more you search a wounde the more it stings GVEN. When guiltie mindes torment them selues they heale Whiles woundes be cur'd griefe is a salue for griefe ANGH. Griefe is no iust esteémer of our deédes What so hath yet beéne done proceédes from chaunce GVEN. The minde and not the chaunce doth make th' unchast ANGH. Then is your fault from Fate you rest excusde None can be deémed faultie for her Fate GVEN. No Fate but manners fayle when we offende Impute mishaps to Fates to manners faultes ANGH. Loue is an error that may blinde the best GVEN. A mightie error oft hath seémde a sinne My death is vowed and death must neédes take place But such a death as standes with iust remorse Death to the worlde and to her slipperie ioyes A full deuorce from all this Courtly pompe Where dayly pennance done for each offence May render due reuenge for euery wrong Which to accomplish pray my deérest friends That they forthwith attyrde in saddest guise Conduct me to the Cloister next hereby There to professe and to renounce the world ANGH. Alas What chaunge were that from Kingly rooffes To Cloistered celles To liue and die at once To want your stately troupes your friends and kinne To shun the shewes and sights of stately Court To seé in sort aliue your Countries death Yea what so'er euen Death it selfe withdrawes From any els that life with drawes from you Yet since your highnes is so fully bent I will obay the whiles asswage your griefe Exit The fourth scene Mordred Gueneuora Conan MORD. THE houre which earst I alwaies feared most The certaine ruine of my desperate state Is happened now why turnst thou minde thy back Why at the first assault doest thou recoile Trust to 't the angry Heauens contriue some spight And dreadfull doome t' augment thy cursed hap Oppose to ech reuenge thy guiltie heade And shun no paine nor plague fit for thy fact What shouldst thou feare that seést not what to hope No danger 's left before all 's at thy backe He safely stands that stands beyond his harmes Thine death is all that East or West can seé For theé we liue our comming is not long Spare vs but whiles we may prepare our graues Though thou wert slowe we hasten of our selues The houre that gaue did also take our liues No sooner men then mortall were we borne I seé mine end drawes on I feéle my plagues GVEN. No plague for one ill borne to dye as ill MORD. O Queéne my sweéte associate in this plunge And desperate plight beholde the time is come That either iustifies our former faults Or shortly sets vs freé from euery feare GVEN. My feare is past and wedlock loue hath woonne Retire we thither yet whence first we ought Not to haue stird Call backe chast faith againe The way that leads to good is ne'r to late Who so repents is guiltlesse of his crimes MORD. What meanes this course Is Arthurs wedlocke safe Or can he loue that hath iust cause to hate That nothing else were to be feard Is most apparant that he hates at home What e'r he be whose fansie strayes abroad Thinke then our loue is not vnknowen to him Whereof what patience can be safely hopte Nor loue nor soueraignetie can beare a peére GVEN. Why dost thou still stirre vp my flames delayde His strayes and errors must not moue my minde A law for priuate men bindes not the King What that I ought not to condemne my liedge Nor can thus guiltie to myne owne offence Where both haue done amisse both will relent He will forgiue that neédes must be forgiuen MORD. A likely thing your faults must make you friends What sets you both at odds must ioine you both Thinke well he casts already for reuenge And how to plague vs both I know his law A Iudge seuere to vs milde to himselfe What then auailes you to returne to late When you haue past to farre You feéde vaine hopes GVEN. The further past the more this fault is yours It seru'd your turne t' usurpe your fathers Crowne His is the crime whom crime stands most in steéde MORD. They that conspire in faults offend a like Crime makes them equall whom it iointly staines If for my sake you then pertooke my guilt You cannot guiltlesse seéme the crime was ioint GVEN. Well should should she seéme most guiltlesse vnto theé Whate'r she be that 's guiltie for thy sake The remnant of that sober minde which thou Hadst heretofore nere vanquisht yet resists Suppresse for shame that impious mouth so taught And to much skild t' abuse the wedded bed Looke backe to former Fates Troy still had stoode Had not her Prince made light of wedlocks lore The vice that threw downe Troy doth threat thy Throne Take heéde there Mordred stands whence Paris fell Exit CONA. Since that your highnes knowes for certaine truth What power your sire prepares to claime his right It neérely now concernes you to resolue In humbliest sort to reconcile your selfe Gainst his returne MORD. will warre CONA. that lies in chaunce MORD. I haue as great a share in chaunce as he CONA. His waies be blinde that maketh chaunce his guide MORD Whose refuge lies in chaunce what dares he not CONA. Warres were a crime farre worse then all the rest MORD. The safest passage is from bad to worse CONA. That were to passe too farre and put no meane MORD. He is a foole that puts a meane in crimes CONA. But sword and fire would cause a common wound MORD. So sword and fire will often seare the soare

Soueraignes heast The third scene Gawin King of Albanie Aschillus King of Denmarke King of Norway A number of Souldiers ARTH. O Friends and fellowes of my weriest toyles Which haue borne out with me so many brunts And desperate stormes of wars and brainsicke Mars Loe now the hundreth month wherein we winne Hath all the bloud we spent in forreine Coasts The wounds and deaths and winters boad abroade Deserued thus to be disgrac'd at home All Brytaine rings of warres No towne nor fielde But swarmes with armed troupes the mustering traines Stop vp the streétes no lesse a tumult 's raisde Then when Hengistus fell and Horsus fierce With treacherous truce did ouerrunne the Realme Each corner threatneth Death both farre and nere Is Arthur vext What if my force had faild And standarde falne and ensignes all beene torne And Roman troupes pursude me at the heéles With lucklesse warres assaid in forreine soiles Now that our Fortune heaues vs vp thus hie And Heauens themselues renewe our olde renowme Must we be darde Nay let that Princocke come That knowes not yet himselfe nor Arthurs force That ne'r yet waged warres that 's yet to learne To giue the charge Yea let that Princocke come With sodayne Souldyers pampered vp in peace And gowned troupes and wantons worne with ease With sluggish Saxons crewe and Irish kernes And Scottish aide and false redshanked Picts Whose slaughters yet must teach their former foyle They shall perceaue with sorrow e'r they part When all their toyles be tolde that nothing workes So great a wast and ruine in this age As doe my warres O Mordred blessed Sonne No doubt these market mates so highly hier'd Must be the stay of thy vsurped state And least my head inclining now to yeares Should ioy the rest which yet it neuer reapt The Traytor Gilla traind in treacherous iarres Is chiefe in armes to reaue me of my Realme What corner ah for all my warres shall shrowde My bloodlesse age what seate for due deserts What towne or field for auncient Souldiers rest What house What rooffe What walls for weried lims Stretch out againe stretch out your conquering hands Still must we vse the force so often vsde To those that will pursue a wrong with wreke He giueth all that once denies the right Thou soile which erst Diana did ordaine The certaine seate and bowre of wandring Brute Thou Realme which ay I reuerence as my Saint Thou stately Brytaine th' auncient tipe of Troy Beare with my forced wrongs I am not he That willing would impeach thy peace with warres Lo here both farre and wide I Conqueror stand Arthur each where thine owne thy Liedge thy King Condemne not mine attempts he onely he Is sole in fault that makes me thus thy foe Here I renounce all leagues and treats of truce Thou Fortune henceforth art my garde and guide Hence peace on warres runne Fates let Mars be iudge I erst did trust to right but now to rage Goe tell the boy that Arthur feares no brags In vaine he seekes to braue it with his Sire I come Mordred I come but to thy paine Yea tell the boy his angry father comes To teach a Nouist both to die and dare Herault Exit HOWE If we without offence O greatest guide Of Brytish name may poure our iust complaints We most mislike that your too milde a moode Hath thus withheld our hands and swords from strokes For what were we behind in any helpe Or without cause did you misdoubt our force Or truth so often tried with good successe Goe to Conduct your army to the fielde Place man to man oppose vs to our foes As much we neéde to worke as wish your weale CADO. Seémes it so sowre to winne by ciuill warres Were it to goare with Pike my fathers braest Were it to riue and cleaue my brothers head Were it to teare peécemeale my dearest childe I would inforce my grudging handes to helpe I cannot terme that place my natiue soyle Whereto your trumpets send their warrlike sounds If case requir'd to batter downe the Towres Of any Towne that Arthur would destroy Yea wer 't of Brytaines selfe which most I rede Her bulwarkes fortresse rampiers walles and fence These armes should reare the Rams to runne them downe Wherefore ye Princes and the rest my mates If what I haue auerd in all your names Be likewise such as stands to your content Let all your Yeas auow my promise true SOVL. Yea yea c. ASCH. Wherein renowmed King my selfe or mine My life my Kingdome and all Denmarke powre May serue your turne account them all your owne KING And whatsoe'r my force or Norwaie aide Norway May helpe in your attempts I vow it here GAWI. As heretofore I alwayes serude your heast So let this daie be iudge of Gawins trust Either my brother Mordred dies the death By mine assault or I at least by his ARTH. Since thus my faithfull mates with vowes alike And equall loue to Arthurs cause you ioyne In common care to wreake my priuate wrongs Lift vp your Ensignes efts stretch out your strengths Pursue your Fates performe your hopes to Mars Loe here the last and outmost worke for blades This is the time that all our valour craues This time by due desert restores againe Our goods our lands our liues our weale and all This time declares by Fates whose cause is best This this condemnes the vanquisht side of guilt Wherefore if for my sake you scorne your selues And spare no sword nor fire in my defence Then whiles my censure iustifies your cause Fight fight amaine and cleare your blades from crime The Iudge once changde no warres are free from guilt The better cause giues vs the greater hope Of prosperous warres wherein if once I hap To spie the wonted signes that neuer failde Their guide your threatning lookes your firie eies And bustling bodies prest to present spoile The field is wonne Euen then me thinkes I see The wonted wasts and scattered heads of foes The Irish carcas kickt and Pictes opprest And Saxons slaine to swim in streames of bloud I quake with hope I can assure you all We neuer had a greater match in hand March on delaie no Fates whiles Fortune fawnes The greatest praise of warres consists in speed Exeunt Regis et Cohors The fourth scene Cador Arthur CADO. SInce thus victorious King your Peéres allies Your Lords and all your powres be ready prest For good for bad for whatsoe'r shall hap To spend both limme and life in your defence Cast of all doubts and rest your selfe on Mars A hopelesse feare forbids a happy Fate ARTH. In sooth good Cador so our Fortune fares As neédes we must returne to woonted force To warres we must but such vnhappy warres As yeéld no hope for right or wrong to scape My selfe foreseés the Fate it cannot fall Without our dearest blood much may the minde Of pensiue Sire presage whose Sonne so sinnes All truth all trust all blood all bands be

woorke O Heauens for you To tumble downe and quite subuert her state Unlesse so many Nations came in aide What thirst of spoile O Fates In ciuil warres Were you afraide to faint for want of blood But yet O wretched state in Brytaines fond What needed they to stoope to Mordreds yoke Or feare the man themselues so fearefull made Had they but lynckt like friendes in Arthurs bandes And ioynde their force against the forren foes These warres and ciuill sinnes had soone surceast And Mordred reft of rule had feard his Sire 3 Would Gods these warres had drawne no other blood Then such as sproong from breasts of forreine foes So that the fountaine fedde with chaungelesse course Had found no neerer vents for dearer iuyce Or if the Fates so thirst for Brytish blood And long so deepely for our last decaie O that the rest were sparde and safe reseru'd Both Saxons Danes and Normans most of all Heereof when ciuill warres haue worne vs out Must Brytaine stand a borrowed blood for Brute 4 When prosperous haps and long continuing blisse Haue past the ripenesse of their budding grouth They fall and foulter like the mellow fruite Surcharg'd with burden of their owne excesse So Fortune wearyed with our often warres Is forc'd to faint and leaue vs to our fates If men haue mindes presaging ought their harmes If euer heauie heart foreweene her woe What Brytaine liues so far remou'd from home In any Ayre or Pole or Coast abroade But that euen now through Natures sole instinct He feeles the fatall sword imbrue his breast Wherewith his natiue soyle for aye is slaine What hopes and happes lye wasted in these warres Who knowes the foyles he suffered in these fieldes The argument of the fift Act IN the first scene Arthur and Cador returned deadlie wounded and bewaild the misfortune of themselues and their Countrie and are likewise bewailed of the Chorus In the seconde scene the Ghoast of Gorlois returneth reioycing at his reuendge and wishing euer after a happier Fate vnto Brytaine which done he descendeth where he first rose ¶ The Argument and manner of the fift and last dumbe shewe SOunding the Musicke foure gentlemen all in blacke halfe armed halfe vnarmed with blacke skarffes ouerthwart their shoulders should come vppon the stage The first bearing alofte in the one hand on the trunchion of a speare an Helmet an arming sworde a Gauntlet c. representing the Trophea in the other hand a Target depicted with a mans hart sore wounded the blood gushing out crowned with a Crowne imperiall and a Lawrell garland thus written in the toppe En totum quod superest signifying the King of Norway which spent himselfe and all his power for Arthur and of whom there was lest nothing but his heart to inioy the conquest that insued The seconde bearing in the one hand a siluer vessell full of golde pearles and other iewels representing the Spolia in the other hande a Target with an Olephant and Dragon thereon fiercely combacting the Dragon vnder the Olephant and sucking by his extreme heate the blood from him is crushed in peeces with the fall of the Olephant so as both die at last this written aboue Victor an Victus representing the King of Denmarke who fell through Mordreds wound hauing first with his souldiers destroyed the most of Mordreds armie The third bearing in the one hand a Pyramis with a Lawrell wreath about it representing victorie In the other hand a Target with this deuise a man sleeping a snake drawing neere to sting him a Leazard preuenting the Snake by fight the Leazard being deadlie wounded awaketh the man who seeing the Leazard dying pursues the Snake and kils it this written aboue Tibi morimur Signifying Gawin King of Albanye slaine in Arthurs defence by Mordred whom Arthur afterwardes slewe The fourth bearing in the one hande a broken piller at the toppe thereof the Crowne and Scepter of the vanquisht King both broken asunder representing the conquest ouer vsurpation in the other hand a Target with two Cockes painted thereon the one lying dead the other with his winges broken his eyes pecked out and the bloode euerye where gushing foorth to the grounde he standing vppon the dead Cocke and crowing ouer him with this embleme in the toppe Qua vici perdidi signifying Cador deadly wounded by Gilla whom he slewe After these followed a King languishing in complet Harnesse blacke brused battered vnto him besprinkled with blood On his head a Lawrell garland leaning on the shoulders of two Heraults in mourning gownes hoods th'on in Mars his coate of arms the other in Arthurs presenting Arthur victoriously but yet deadly wounded there followed a page with a Target whereon was portraited a Pellican pecking her blood out of her brest to feede her young ones through which wound she dieth this writen in the toppe Quafoui perit signifying Arthurs too much indulgencie of Mordred the cause of his death All this represented the dismayed and vnfortunate victorie of Arthur which is the matter of the Act insuing THE FIFT ACT and first Scene Arthur Cador Chorus ARTH. COme Cador as our frendship was most firme Throughout our age so now let 's linke as fast Thus did we liue in warres thus let vs dye In peace and arme in arme pertake our Fates Our woundes our greéfe our wish our hap alike Our end so neere all craue eche others helpe CADO. O King beholde the fruite of all our Fame Lo here our Pompe consumed with our selues What all our age with all our warres had woonne Loe here one day hath lost it all at once Well so it likes the Heauens thus Fortune gibes She hoyseth vp to hurle the deeper downe CHOR. 1 O sacred Prince what sight is this we seé Why haue the Fates reseru'd vs to these woes Our onely hope the stay of all our Realme The piller of our state thus sore opprest O would the Gods had fauour'd vs so much That as we liu'd partakers of your paines And likewise ioyde the fruit of your exploytes So hauing thus bereft our Soueraignes blisse They had with more indifferent doome conioynd The Subiects both and Soueraignes bane in one It now alas ingendereth double greéfe To rue your want and to bewaile our woes ARTH. Rue not my Brytaines what my rage hath wrought But blame your King that thus hath rent your Realme My meanelesse moodes haue made the Fates thus fell And too much anger wrought in me too much For had impatient ire indu'rde abuse And yeélded where resistance threatned spoyle I mought haue liu'd in forreine coastes vnfoilde And six score thousand men had bene vnmoande But wrong incensing wrath to take reuenge Preferred Chaunce before a better choyse CHOR. 2 T' was Mordreds wrong and to vniust desertes That iustly mooude your Highnesse to such wrath Your claime requir'd no lesse then those attempts Your cause right good was prais'd and praide for most ARTH. I claimd my Crowne the cause of claime was