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A02168	The Scottish historie of Iames the fourth, slaine at Flodden Entermixed with a pleasant comedie, presented by Oboram King of Fayeries: as it hath bene sundrie times publikely plaide. Written by Robert Greene, Maister of Arts.	Greene, Robert, 1558?-1592.; Giraldi, Giambattista Cinzio, 1504-1573. Ecatommiti.	1598 (1598)	STC 12308; ESTC S105810	43,367	78

begon Enter arownd or some daunce at Pleasure Ober. Bohan be pleasd for do they what they will Heere is my hand I le saue thy son from ill Exit Actus Quintus Schena Prima Enter the Queene in a nightgowne Ladie Anderson and Nano La. And. My gentle friend beware in taking aire Your walkes growe not offensiue to your woundes Do. Madame I thank you of your courteous care My wounds are well nigh clos'd tho sore they are L. And. Me thinks these closed wounds should breed more griefe Since open wounds haue cure and find reliefe Dor. Madame if vndiscouered wounds you meane They are not curde because they are not seene L. And. I meane the woundes which do the heart subdue Nano Oh that is loue Madame speake I not true Ladie Anderson ouerheares La. And. Say it were true what salue for such a sore Nano Be wise and shut such neighbours out of dore La. And. How if I cannot driue him from my brest Nano Then chaine him well and let him do his best S. Cutb. In ripping vp their wounds I see their wit But if these woundes be cured I sorrow it Doro. Why are you so intentiue to behold My pale and wofull lookes by care controld La. And. Because in them a readie way is found To cure my care and heale my hidden wound Nano Good Maister shut your eyes keepe that conceit Surgeons giue Quoine to get a good receit Doro. Peace wanton son this Ladie did amend My woundes mine eyes her hidden griefe shall end Looke not too much it is a waightie case Nano Where as a man puts on a maidens face For many times if Ladies weare them not A nine moneths wound with little worke is got S. Cutb. I le breake off their dispute least loue proceed From couert smiles to perfect loue indeed Nano The cats abroad stirre not the mice bee still L. And. Tut wee can she such cats when so we will S. Cutb. How fares my guest take cheare nought shall default That eyther doth concerne your health or ioy Vse me my house and what is mine is yours Doro. Thankes gentle knight and if all hopes be true I hope ere long to do as much for you S. Cutb. Your vertue doth acquite me of that doubt But courteous sit since troubles calles me hence I must to Edenbourg vnto the king There to take charge and waight him in his warres Meane while good Madame take this squire in charge And vse him so as if it were my selfe L. And. Sir Cutbert doubt not of my dilligence Meane while till your returne God send you health Doro: God blesse his grace and if his cause be iust Prosper his warres if not hee 'l mend I trust Good sir what mooues the king to fall to armes S. Cutb. The king of England forrageth his land And hath besieged Dambar with mightie force What other newes are common in the Court Reade you these letters Madame tell the squire The whole affaires of state for I must hence Exit Doro. God prosper you and bring you backe from thence Madame what newes La. And. They say the Queene is slaine Doro. Tut such reports more false then trueth containe L. And. but these reports haue made his Nobles leaue him Doro. Ah carelesse men and would they so deceiue him La. And. The land is spoylde the commons fear the crosse All crie against the king their cause of losse The English king subdues and conquers all Doro, Ah lasse this warre growes great on causes small L. And. Our Court is desolate our Prince alone Still dreading death Doro. Woes me for him I moane Helpe now helpe a suddaine qualme Assayles my heart Nano Good Madame stand her friend Giue vs some licor to refresh her heart L. And. Daw thou her vp ande I will fetch thee foorth Potions of comfort to represse her paine Exit Nano Fie Princesse faint on euery fond report How well nigh had you opened your estate Couer these sorrowes with the vaile of ioy And hope the best for why this warre will cause A great repentance in your husbands minde Doro. Ah Nano trees liue not without their sap And Clitia cannot blush but on the sunne The thirstie earth is broke with many a gap And lands are leane where riuers do not runne Where soule is reft from that it loueth best How can it thriue or boast of quiet rest Thou knowest the Princes losse must be my death His griefe my griefe his mischiefe must be mine Oh if thou loue me Nano high to court Tell Rosse tell Bartram that I am aliue Conceale thou yet the place of my aboade Will them euen as they loue their Queene As they are charie of my soule and ioy To guard the King to serue him as my Lord Haste thee good Nana for my husbands care Consumeth mee and wounds mee to the heart Nano Madame I go yet loth to leaue you heere Exeunt Dor. Go thou with speed euen as thou holdst me deare Returne in haste Enter Ladie Anderson L. An. Now sir what cheare come tast this broth I bring Doro. My griefe is past I feele no further sting L. And. Where is your dwarfe Why hath hee left you sir Doro. For some affaires hee is not traueld farre L. And. If so you please come in and take your rest Doro. Feare keepes awake a discontented brest Exeunt After a solemne seruice enter from the widdowes house a seruice musical songs of marriages or a maske or what prettie triumph you list to them Ateukin and Gnato Ate. What means this triumph frend why are these feasts Serui. Faire Ida sir was marryed yesterday Vnto sir Eustace and for that intent Wee feast and sport it thus to honour them And if you please come in and take your part My Ladie is no niggard of her cheare Exit Iaq. Monsigneur why be you so sadda fette bon chere fontre de ce monde Ateu. What was I borne to bee the scorne of kinne To gather feathers like to a hopper crowe And loose them in the height of all my pompe Accursed man now is my credite lost Where is my vowes I made vnto the king What shall become of mee if hee shall heare That I haue causde him kill a vertuous Queene And hope in vaine for that which now is lost Where shall I hide my head I knowe the heauens Are iust and will reuenge I know my sinnes Exceede compare should I proceed in this This Eustace must a man be made away Oh were I dead how happy should I bee Iaq. Est ce donque a tell poynt vostre estat faith then adeiu Scotland adeiu Signior Ateukin me will homa to France and no be hanged in a strange country Exit Ateu. Thou doest me good to leaue me thus alone That galling griefe and I may yoake in one Oh what are subtile meanes to clime on high When euery fall swarmes with exceeding shame I promist Idaes loue vnto the Prince But shee is lost and I am false

forsworne I practis'd Dorotheas haplesse death And by this practise haue commenst a warre Oh cursed race of men that traficque guile And in the end themselues and kings beguile A shamde to looke vpon my Prince againe A shamde of my suggestions and aduise A shamde of life a shamde that I haue erde I le hide my selfe expecting for my shame Thus God doth worke with those that purchase fame By flattery and make their Prince their gaine Exeunt Enter the King of England Lord Percey Samles and others Arius Thus farre the English Peeres haue we displayde Our wauing Ensignes with a happy warre Thus neerely hath our furious rage reuengde My daughters death vpon the traiterous Scot And now before Dambar our campe is pitcht Which if it yeeld not to our compremise The place shall furrow where the pallace stood And furie shall enuy so high a power That mercie shall bee bannisht from our swords Doug. What seekes the English King Arius Scot open those gates and let me enter in Submit thy selfe and thine vnto my grace Or I will put each mothers sonne to death And lay this Cittie leuell with the ground Doug. For what offence for what default of ours Art thou incenst so sore against our state Can generous hearts in nature bee so sterne To pray on those that neuer did offend What tho the Lyon king of brutish race Through outrage sinne shall lambes be therefore slaine Or is it lawfull that the humble die Because the mightie do gainsay the right O English King thou bearest in thy brest The King of beasts that harmes not yeelding ones The Roseall crosse is spred within thy field A signe of peace not of reuenging warre Be gracious then vnto this little towne And tho we haue withstood thee for a while To shew alleageance to our liefest liege Yet since wee know no hope of any helpe Take vs to mercie for wee yeeld our selues Ari. What shall I enter then and be your Lord Doug. We will submit vs to the English king They descend downe open the gates and humble them Arius Now life and death dependeth on my sword This hand now reard my Douglas if I list Could part thy head and shoulders both in twaine But since I see thee wise and olde in yeares True to thy king and faithfull in his warres Liue thou and thine Dambar is too too small To giue an entrance to the English king I Eaglelike disdaine these little foules And looke on none but those that dare resist Enter your towne as those that liue by me For others that resist kill forrage spoyle Mine English souldiers as you loue your king Reuenge his daughters death and do me right Exeunt Enter the Lawyer the Merchant and the Diuine Lawyer My friends what thinke you of this present state Were euer seene such changes in a time The manners and the fashions of this age Are like the Ermine skinne so full of spots As soone may the Moore bee washed white Then these corruptions bannisht from this Realme Merch. What sees mas Lawyer in this state amisse Law A wresting power that makes a nose of wax Of grounded lawe a damde and subtile drift In all estates to clime by others losse An eager thrift of wealth forgetting trueth Might I ascend vnto the highest states And by discent discouer euery crime My friends I should lament and you would greeue To see the haplesse ruines of this Realme Diu. O Lawyer thou haste curious eyes to prie Into the secrets maimes of their estate But if thy vaile of error were vnmaskt Thy selfe should see your sect do maime her most Are you not those that should maintaine the peace Yet onely are the patrones of our strife If your profession haue his ground and spring First from the lawes of God then countriees right Not any waies inuerting natures power Why thriue you by contentions Why deuise you Clawses and subtile reasons to except Our state was first before you grew so great A Lanterne to the world for vnitie Now they that are befriended and are rich Or presse the poore come Homer without quoine He is not heard What shall we terme this drift To say the poore mans cause is good and iust And yet the rich man gaines the best in lawe It is your guise the more the world laments To quoine Prouisoes to beguile your lawes To make a gay pretext of due proceeding When you delay your common pleas for yeares Mark what these dealings lately here haue wroght The craftie men haue purchaste greatmens lands They powle they pinch their tennants are vndone If these complaine by you they are vndone You fleese them of their quoine their children beg And many want because you may bee rich This scarre is mightie maister Lawyer Now man hath gotten head within this land Marke but the guise the poore man that is wrongd Is readie to rebell hee spoyles he pilles We need no foes to forrage that wee haue The lawe say they in peace consumed vs And now in warre wee will consume the lawe Looke to this mischiefe Lawyers conscience knowes You liue amisse amend it least you end Law Good Lord that their Diuines should see so farre In others faults without amending theirs Sir sir the generall defaults in state If you would read before you did correct Are by a hidden working from aboue By their successiue changes still remainde Were not the lawe by contraries maintainde How could the trueth from falsehood be discernde Did wee not tast the bitternesse of warre How could wee knowe the sweet effects of peace Did wee not feele the nipping winter frostes How should we know the sweetnesse of the spring Should all things still remaine in one estate Should not in greatest arts some scarres be found Were all vpright and changd what world were this A Chaos made of quiet yet no world Because the parts there of did still accord This matter craues a variance not a speech But sir Diuine to you looke on your maimes Diuisions sects your summonies and bribes Your cloaking with the great for feare to fall You shall perceiue you are the cause of all Did each man know there were a storme at hand Who would not cloath him well to shun the wet Did Prince and Peere the Lawyer and the least Know what were sinne without a partiall glose Wee need no long discouery then of crimes For each would mend aduis'de by holy men Thus but slightly shadow out your sinnes But if they were depainted out for life Alasse wee both had wounds inough to heale Merch. None of you both I see but are in fault Thus simple men as I do swallow flies This graue Diuine can tell vs what to do But wee may say Phisitian mend thy selfe This Lawyer hath a pregnant wit to talke But all are words I see no deeds of woorth Law Good Merchant lay your fingers on your mouth Be not a blab for feare you bite your selfe What should I terme your state but euen the