Sellinger c. K. And haue our countrie subiects béene so franke And bountifull in their beneuolence Toward our present expedition Thanks Cosin Howard for thy paines herein We will haue letters sent to euerie Shire Of thankfull gratitude that they may know How highly we respect their gentlenes How One thing my L. I had wel néere forgot Your pleasant hoast the Tanner of Tamworth King What of him Cosin How Hee was right liberall I twentie old Angels did he send your Grace And others séeing him so bountifull Stretcht further then otherwise they had done K. Trust me I must requite that honest Tanner Oh had he kept his word and come to Court Then in good sadnesse we had had good sport How That is not long my L. which comes at last Hee s come to London on an earnest cause His sonne lies prisoner in Safford Iayle And is condemned for a robberie Your Highnesse pardoning his sonnes offence May yéeld the Tanner no meane recompence K. But who hath séen him since he came to towne Sel. My Lord in Holborne t was my hap to sée him Gazing about I sent away my men And clapping on one of their liuerie cloakes Came to him and the Tanner knew we straite How dost thou Tom and how doth Ned quoth he That honest merrie hangman how doth he I knowing that your Maiestie entended This day in person to come to the Tower There bad him méete me where Ned and I Would bring him to the presence of the King And there procure a pardon for his sonne King Haue then a care we be not séene of him Vntill we bée prouided for the purpose Because once more wée le haue a little sport Tom Sellinger let that care be yours Sel. I warrant yée my Lord let me alone Enter the Lord Maior K. Welcome L. Maior what haue you signified Our thankfulnes vnto our Citizens For their late gathered beneuolence Ma. Before the Citizens in our Guildhall Maister Recorder made a good Oration Of thankfull gentitude vnto them all Which they receiued with so kind respect And loue vnto your royall maiestie As it appearde to vs they sorrowed Their bountie to your highnesse was no more King Lord Maior thanks to your selfe and them And go ye with vs now into the Tower To sée the order that we shall obserue In this so needfull preparation The better may you signifie to them What need there was of their beneuolence Ma. I le waite vpon your gracious maiestie Yet there is one thing that much grieueth me aside Exeunt Enter Shoare two watermen bearing his trunks Sho. Go honest fellow beare my trunks aboord And tell the maister I le come presently Enter mistris Shoare Lady-like attired with diuers supplications in her hand she vnpinning her maske attended on by many sutors 1. Wa. We wil sir but what Ladie haue we here Belike she is of no meane countenance That hath so many sutors waiting on her Sho. Go one of you I pray ye enquire her name 1. Wa. My honest friend what Ladie call ye this Aire Her name is mistris Shoare the kings beloued A speciall friend to sutors at the court S. Her name is mistris Shoare the kings beloued Where shall I hide my head or stop mine eares But like an owle I shall be wondred at When she with me was wont to walk the stréets The people then as she did passe along would say there goes faire modest mistris Shoare When she attended like a Cittie Dame Was praised of matrons So that Cittizens When they would speake of ought vnto their wiues Fetcht their example still from mistris Shoare But now she goes deckt in her courtly robes This is not shée that once in séemely blacke Was the chaste sober wife of Mathew Shoare For now she is King Edwards Concubine Oh great ill title honourable shame Her good I had but King her ill is thine Once Shoares true wife now Edwards Concubine Amongst the rest I le note her new behauiour All this while she stands conferring priuatly with her sutors and looking on their bils Aire Good mistris Shoare remember my sons life Iane What is thy name Aire My name is Thomas Aire Iane There is his pardon signed by the King Aire In signe of humble heartie thankfulnes Take this in Angels twentie pound Iane What thinke ye that I buy sell for bribes His highnesse fauour or his subiects bloud No without gifts God grant I may do good For all my good cannot redéeme my ill Yet to do good I will endeauour still Sho. Yet all this good doth but guild ore thy ill aside Palmer Mistris the restitution of my lands Taken perforce by his highnesse officers Iane The King is content your goods shall be restorde But the officers will hardly yéeld thereto Yet bée content I le see ye haue no wrong Sho. Thou canst not say to mée so I haue wrong Iockie Mistris gude faith gin yee le helpe me till my laund whilke the faulse loune Billie Grime of Glendale hauds wranfully frea me I se white your gudenes with a bonnie nag sall swum away so deftly as the winde Iane Your sute my friend requires a longer time Yet since you dwell so farre off to ease your charge Your diet with my seruants you may take And some reliefe I le get thee of the King Sho. Its cold reliefe thou getst mée from the King Iockie Now Gods blessing light on that gudely faire face I se be your true beadsman mistresse I indead sal I Pal. God blesse the care you haue of doing good Aire Pittie she should miscarrie in her life That beares so swéete a mind in doing good Sho. So say I too ah Iane this kils my heart That thou recks others and not ru'st my smart Rufford Mistresse I feare you haue forgot my sute Iane Oh t is for a licence to transport corne from this land and lead to forrain Realmes I had your bil but I haue torne your bill and t ware no shame I thinke to teare your eares that care not how you wound the commonwealth The poore must sterue for food to fill your purse And the enemie bandie bullets of our lead No maister Rufford I le not speake for you except it be to haue you punished Iockie By the messe a deft lasse Christ benison light on her She espies her husband walking aloofe off and not knowing him takes him for another Sutor Iane Is that another sutor I haue no bill of his Go one of you and know what he would haue Sho. Yes Iane the bill of my obliged faith And I had thine but thou hast canceld it Here she knowes him and lamenting comes to him Iane Oh God it is my husband kind Mathew Shoare Shoare Ah Iane what 's he dare say he is thy husband Thou wast a wife but now thou art not so Thou wast a maide a maide when thou wast wife Thou wast a wife euen when thou wast a maide So good
Damnd vp as in a furnace finding vent Breaks through his seuerd lips into short pusses And then he mumbles forth a word or two As doth a toothles Monke when hée s at mattens K. Oh it was sport alone to note their cariage Se. Sport my Lord wil you but heare me speak And if I do not wearie you with laughter Nere trust Tom Sellinger more vpon his word Sound a Trumpet K. I pray thée peace by this it should appeare One of their messengers is come go see Vpon my life we shall haue some deuise Of new dissimulation how now Tom Sel. T is as your highnes did suppose my Lord Here is a messenger from Burgundie King Excellent good admit him presently And brother of France let me intreat your grace To stand aside a little in my tent Least finding vs together he refraine To tell the message he is sent about So sure I am perswaded we shall find Some notable péece of knauerie set a foote K. L. With al my hart vrge him speak loud enough That I my Lord may vnderstand him too Exit Enter the Lord of Conte K. Ed. Feare not I haue the method in my mind What it is you my Lord of Conte welcome How doth the valiant Duke in health I hope Co. In health my Lord of bodie though in mind Somewhat distemperd that your Grace hath ioind In league with his professed enemie K. E. How say you that my Lord pray you speake out For I of late by reason of a cold Am somewhat thicke of hearing Con. Thus my Lord Your Grace demanded if the Duke were well I answere you he is in health of bodie Though inwardly in mind somewhat perplext That you without his knowledge haue tane truce With childish Lewes that hartlesse King of France K. Ed. With whom I pray yee a little lowder sir C. With childish Lewes that hartlesse K. of France K. Ed. I now do vnderstand you is it that He takes vnkindly why if he had come With his expected forces as he promist I had béene still vncapable of peace But he deceiuing me the fault was his Con. No my good Lord the fault was not in him But in that lewde pernicious counterfait That craftie Fore the Constable of France Who counseld him to kéepe him at his siege Saying it would be more dishonorable To rise from thence then any way profitable To méete your Maiestie beside my Lord It hath bin proued since how much the Constable Hates your procéedings by that wilfull shot Was made against you from S. Quintins wals Which though he séemde to colour with faire spéech The truth is they did leuell at your selfe And grieued when they heard you were not slaine K. Ed. May I be bold to credit your report Con. The Duke vpon his honour bad me say That it was true and there withall quoth he Tell noble Edward if he will recant And fall from Lewes againe knowing it is More for his dignitie to be sole King And conquer France as did his ancestors Then take a fée and so be satisfied That I am readie with twelue thousand soldiers All well appointed and not onely will Deliuer him the Constable of France That he may punish him as he sées good But seat him in the threne imperial Which now another basely doth vsurpe K. E. Speak that again I heard not your last words Con. But seate you in the throne imperiall Which now another basely doth vsurpe King I thanke his honour for his good regard Pleaseth you stay till wee haue pausde vpon it And you shall haue our answere to the Duke Tom Sellinger receiue him to your tent And let him taste a cuppe of Orleance wine Now my kingly brother haue you heard this news K. L. So plainly my Lord that I scarce held my selfe From stepping forth hearing my royall name So much prophande and slubberd as it was But I do weigh the person like himselfe From whence it came a slie dissembler And spight my anger I was forst sometime To smile to thinke the Duke doth hang his friend Behinde his backe whom to his face he smothes K. E. But we shall haue farre better sport anone Howard tels me that another messenger is come in Post-hast from the Constable As you haue begun with patience heare the rest K. Le. No more adoe I le to my place againe Remember that you still be deafe my Lord K. E. I warrant you Howard call in the messenger Enter the messenger from the Constable Mes. Health to the victorious King of England K. E. Tell him he must straine out his voice alowd For I am somewhat deafe and cannot heare How His Maiestie requests you to speake out Because his hearing is of late decayde Mes. The worthie Earle S. Paul King Ed. Come néere mée Mes. The worthy Earle S. Paul gréets noble Edward And giues your grace to vnderstand by me That whereas Charles that painted sepulchre And most disloyall Duke of Burgundie Hath but vsurpt the habit of a friend Being in heart your deadly enemie As well appeares in his false breach of promise And that whereas he neuer meant himselfe To send you aide but likewise was the meanes To binder my Lords well affected dutie Alleadging you desirde his companie But that you might betray him to his King Beside whereas it will be proude my Lord That he did hire the Gunner of S. Quintins For a large summe of money to discharge Thrée seuerall péeces of great Ordenance Vpon your comming to that cursed towne To slay your Maiestie in which regard If it will please you to reuoke from France And thinke of Burgundie as hee deserues The Duke with expedition bad me say That he would put the Earle into your hands Wherby you might reuenge his trecherous purpose And ayde you too with twise fiue thousand men And seate you like a conquerour in France K. Ed. Can it séeme possible that two such friends So firmely knit together as they were Should on a sodaine now be such great foes M. The Earle my Lord could neuer abide the Duke Since his last treason against your sacred person Before Saint Quintins came to open light K. Was that the cause of their dissention then Mes. It was my lord K. Ed. Well I will thinke vpon t And you shall haue our answere by and by Cosin Howard take him aside But let him be kept from the others sight Ho. Sir wil you walke in my Lord wil take aduise And so dispatch you backe againe vnto the Earle K. Le. Here 's bying of villanie who shall haue all Fraude with deceite deceite with fraude outfacde I would the diuell were there to crie swoope-stake But how intends your Grace to deale with them K. Ed. Faith in their kind I am the stéele you sée Against the which their enuie being strooke The Sparkles of hypocrisie flie forth T were not amisse to quench them in their bloud Enter another messenger to the king of France with letters Mes. My
Brackenburie bowes for you to stand Whil'st I haue limmes or any foote of land Sho. Thus is her glory builded on the sand Iane Thanks good M. Lieutenant of the Towre Sirra prepare my horse why stay you here to Iockie Pray ye commend me to my noble friend The Duke of Clarence now your prisoner Bid him not doubt the kings displeasures past I hope to gaine him fauour and release Br. God grant ye may hée s a noble Gentleman D. Sh. My patrone Gloster will crosse it if he can Enter a Messenger Nuntio Where 's mistris Shoare Ladie I come in post The King hath had a verie dangerous fit Since you came from him twice his maiestie Hath swounded and with much a doe reuiu'de And still as breath will giue him leaue to speake He cals for you the Quéene and all the Lords Haue sent to séeke ye hast vnto his Grace Or else I feare you 'le neuer see his face Ia. O God desend good friends pray for the king More bitter are the newes which he doth bring Then those were swéet I brought to you but late If Edward die confounded is my state I le hast vnto him and will spend my bloud To saue his life or do him any good Exeunt she and the Messenger Sh. And so would I for thée hadst thou béen true But if I die hid all thy pompe adieu Bra. Bra beleeue but I do not like these newes Of the Kings dangerous sicknesse Keeper No nor I Captaine and maister Fludde and all the rest I do reioice your pardon was obtainde Before these newes these inauspicious newes If the king die the state will soone be changde M. Lieutenant you 'l goe to the Tower I le take my leane gallants God buoye all Exeunt Vaux and his traine St. God buoy M. Vaux I was ye ha lost good guests Bra. You shall be my guest for a night or two Cosin till your owne lodging be preparde But tell me sir what meanes hath M. Fludde Stran. I cannot tell I le aske him if ye will Bra. Do so and if his fortunes be debasde I le entertaine him if hee le dwell with me On good condition Stran. M. Mathew Fludde He are ye my Cosin Brackenburies mind He hath conceiude such liking of your parts That if your meanes surmount not his suppose Hée le entertaine ye gladly at the Tower To waite on him and put ye in great trust Sho. In what I undertake I will be iust And hold me happie if my diligence May please so worthie a Gentleman as he What ere my fortunes haue béene they are now Such as to seruice make their maister bow Bra. No Fludde more like a friend fellow mate I meane to vse thee then a seruitor And place thee in some credit in the Tower And giue thée meanes to liue in some good sort Sh. I thanke ye sir God grant I may deserue it Bra. Cosin and all your crue come home with me Where after sorrow we may merrie be Sho. The Tower will be a place of secret rest Where I may heare good newes bad and vse the best God blesse the king a worse may wear the crown And then Iane Shoare thy credit will come down For though I le neuer bed nor bord with thee Yet thy destruction with I not to see Because I lou'de thee when thou wast my wife Not for now sauing my disdained life Which lasts too long God graut vs both to mend Well I must in my seruice to attend Exit The Lord Louell and Doctor Shaw meet on the stage Sha. Well met my good Lord Louell Lo. Whither away so fast goes Doctor Shaw Sha. Why to the Tower to shriue the Duke of Clarence Who as I heare is falne so grieuous sicke As it is thought be can by no meanes scape Lo. He neither can nor shall I warrant thee Sh. I hope my Lord he is not dead alreadie Lo. But I hope sir he is I am sure I saw him dead Of a Flies death drownd in a butte of Malmesey Sha. Dround in a butte of Malmesey that is strange Doubtlesse he neuer would misdoe himselfe Lo. No that thou knowest right well he had some helpers Thy hand was in it with the Duke of Glosters As smothly as thou séekst to couer it Sha. Oh fowle words my Lord no more of that The world knowes nothing then what should I feare Doth not your honour séeke promotion Oh giue the Doctor then a little leaue So that he gaine preferment with a King Cares not who goes to wracke whose heart doth wring Lo. A King what King Sh. Wy Richard man who else good Lord I see Wise men sometimes haue weake capacitie Lo. Why is not Edward liuing and if he were not Hath be not children what shall become of them Sh. Why man lining for beds a knife or so What make a boy a King and a man by Richard a man for vs fie that were a shame Nay then I sée if Edward were deceast Which way the game would go Sha. What else my Lord That way the current of our fortune runnes By noble Richard gallant royall Richard He is the man must onely doe vs good So I haue honour let me swimme through bloud My Lord be but at Pauls crosse on Sunday next I hope I haue it here shall soundly proue King Edwards children not legitimate Nay and that for Edward ruling now And George the Duke of Clarence so late dead Their mother hapt to tread the shoe awry Why what is Richard then Sha. Tut lawfull man he saies it so himselfe And what he saies I le be so hold to sweare Though in my soule I know it otherwise Beware promotion while you liue my Lord Enter Catesbie Ca. A staffe a staffe a thousand crownes for a staffe Lo. What staffe sir William Catesbie Ca. Why man a white staffe for my lord Protector Lo. Why is King Edward dead Ca. Dead Louel dead and Richard our good Lord Is made Protector of the sweete young Prince Oh for a staffe where might I haue a staffe That I might first present it to his hand Sh. Now do I smell two Bishopricks at least My sermon shall be pepperd sound for this Enter mistris Shoare weeping Iockie following Ca. Why how now mistris Shoare what put finger in the ese Nay then I see you haue some cause to crie Lo. I blame her not her chiefest stay is gene The onely staffe she had to leane vpon I see by her these tidings are too true Ia. I my Lord Louell they are too true indeed Royall King Edward now hath breath'd his last The Quéene turnd out and euerie friend put by None now admitted but whom Richard please Lo. Why doubtlesse Richard wil be kind to you Iane Ah my Lord Louell God blesse me from his kindnes No sooner was the white staffe in his hand But finding me and the right wofull Queene Sadly bemoning such a mightie losse Here is no place quoth he you must
wounds Whose recreant limbes are nocht with gaping scarres Thicker then any carking craft-mans score Whose very skalpe is scracht and crasde and broken Like an old mazzer beaten on the stones And standest thou now to saue our maimed men A plague vpon thee coward Spi. Why how now base Thomas Swounds wert thou a base Viall thou art but a rascall and a rebell as I am hearest thou if I do not turne true Subiect and leaue thee let me be wooried with dogs Swounds dost thou impeach my manhood Tom Neuill thou hadst as good to haue damnde thy selfe as vttered such a word flatly I forsake thee and all that loue Ned Spicing follow me Here the rest offer to follow Fal. Come come yee testie soule thou séest me gréeude Yet canst not beare with mine infirmitie Thou knowest I hold thee for as tall a man As any liues or breathes our English ayre I know there liues not a more fierie spirit A more resolued daliant a plague vpon it Thou knowest I loue thée yet if a word escape My lips in anger how teastie then thou art I had rather all men left me then thy selfe Thou art my soule thou art my Genius I cannot liue without thee not an hower Thus must I still be forc'd against my will aside To sooth this durtie slaue this cowardly rascall Come come be friends ye teastie firebrand We must retire there is no remedie Spi. Nay Tom if thou wilt haue me mount on the walles And cast my selfe downe headlong on their pikes He doe it but to impeach my valour Had any man but thou spoke halfe so much I would haue spilt his heart still be ware My valour such words go hardly downe Well I am friends thou thoughtest not as thou spakest Fal. No on my soule thou thinkest not that I did Sound a retreat there I commaund ye strait But whither shall wée retire Spi. To Mileend Greene there 's no fitter place Fal. Then let vs backe retire to Mileend Greene And there expect fresh succour from our friends With such supply as shall ere long assure The Citic is our owne march on away Exeunt Enter the L. Maior with his traine and Prentises Maior Ye haue bested yée like good Cittizens And she wne your selues true subiects to your king You worthily prentise bestirde your selues That it did there my heart to sée your valour The rebels are retirde to Mileend Greene Re. Where so we may not suffer them to rest But issue forth vpon them with fresh force los. My L. Maior diligence doth well and so forth Matters must be looked into as they ought indéed should they when things are well done they are and so forth for causes and things must indeede be lookd into Ma. Well sir we verie well conceiue your meaning And you haue shewne your selfe a worthie gentleman See that our wals be kept with courts of guard And well defended against the enemie For we will now withdraw vs to Guild hall To take aduise what further must be don Exeunt Enter Master Shoare and Ianc his wife Shore Be not afraid swéet heart the worst is past God haue the praise the victorie is ours We haue preuailde the rebels are repulsde And euerie streete of London soundeth ioy Canst thou then gentle Ianc be sad alone Ianc. I am not sad now you are here with me My toy my hope my comfort and my loue My déere déere husband kindest Mathew shoare But when these armes the circles of my soule Were in the fight so forward as I heard How could I choose swéet heart but be afraid Sho. Why dost thou tremble now when peril 's past Ia. I thinke vpon the horror of the tune But tell me why you fought so desperately Sho. First to maintaine King Edwards royaltie Next to defend the Cities libertie But chiefly tane to keepe thee from the foyle Of him that to my face did how thy spoyle Had he preuailde where then had béene our liues Dishonored our daughters rauished our faire wiues Possest our goods and set our seruants free Yet all this nothing to the losse of thee Ia. Of mee sweet heart why how should I be lost Were I by thousand stormes of fortune tost And should endure the poorest wretched life Yet Iane will be thy honest loyall wife The greatest Prince the sunne did euer see Shall neuer make me proue vntrue to thee Sh. I feare not faire meanes but a rebels force Ia. These hands shal make this bodie a dead corse ere force or flatterie shall mine honour staine Sh. True fame suruiues when death the flesh hath slaine Enter an Officer from the Lord Maior Of. God saue ye maister Shore and mistris by your leaue Sir my L. Maior sends for ye by Maior And prates your speedie presence at Guild hall There 's newes the rebels haue made head again And haue ensconcde themselues vpon Mileend And presently our armed men must out You being Captaine of two companies In honour of your valour and your skill Must lead the vaward God right stand with yee Sh. Friend tell my Lord I le wait vpon him strait Ia. Friend tel my Lord he does my husband wrong To set him formost in the danger still Ye shall not go if I may haue my will S. Peace wife no more friend I wil follow yée Exit Ia. I faith ye shall not prethée do not go Sh. Not go swéet heart that were a cowards trick A traitors part to shrinke when others fight Enuie shall neuer say that Mathew Shoare The Goldsmith staid when other men went out To meete his Kings and countries enemie No Iane gainst all the rebels on Mileend I dare alone K. Edwards right defend Ia. If you be slaine what shall become of mée Sh. Kight well my wench I nowe wil marrie thée I leaue thee worth at least fiue thousand pound Ia. Marrie again that word my heart doth wound I le neuer marrie nor I will not liue She weeps If thou be kild let me go with thée Mat Sh. T is idle talke good Iane no more of that Go to my Ladie Maioresse and the rest As you are still companion with the best With them be merrie and pray for our good speed Ia. To part from thee my very heart doth bléed Exeunt Enter Falconbridge with his troupes marching as being at Mileend Fa. Yet stand we in the sight of vpreard Troy And sucke the ayre she drawes our euerie breath Flies from our nostrils warme vnto the walles We beard her bristling spires her battled towres And proudly stand and gaze her in the face Looke on me and I doubt not ye imagine My worth as great as any one of yours My fortunes would I basely fawne on Edward To be as faire as anie mans in England But he that kéepes your soueraigne in the Towre Hath seazde my land and robd me of my right I am a Gentleman as well as hee What he hath got he holds by tyrannie Now if you faint or cowardly should flie
There is no hope for anie one to liue We heare the Londoners will leaue the Citie And bid vs battaile here on Mileend Greene Whom if we vanquish then we take the towne And ride in triumph thorow Cheape to Paules The Mint is ours Cheap Lumbard stréet our owne The meanest souldier wealthier then a king Spi. March faire ye rogues all kings or capknitters dost thou heare Tom Falconbridge I pre thee grant me one boone I shall aske thee Fa. What is it Ned it s hard I should denie thee Spi. Why that when we haue woune the Crie as we cannot chuse but winne it that I may haue the knighting of all these rogues and rascalles Fal. What then Spi. What then Zounds I scorne your scuruie way mouthed what then now a pore take me it I fight a blow Fal. Why this is fine go to knight whom thou wilt Spi. Who I knight any of them I le sée them hangde first for a companie of tattred ragged rascailes if I were a king I would not knight one of them Chub. What not mee Caualero Chub Spi. Yes I care not if I knight thee and yet I le see thee hangd ere I le honour thee so much I care not so much for the matter but I would not be denide my humour Fal. Why what a peruerse fellow art thou Ned Spi. Ho my fine Tom my braue Falconbridge my mad Greeke my lustie Neuill thou art a king a Cesar a plague on thee I loue thee not and yet I le die with thee Enter the Lord Maior Recorder Iosseline Shoare and their Souldiours marching Maior See how rebellion can exalt it selfe Pruning the feathers of sicke discipline Recer. They thinke they can outlooke our truer lookes Sho. Marke but the scornefull eie of Falconbridge Ma. I rather thinke t is feare vpon his cheeke Decyphers pale disturbance in his heart Ios. Our comming forth hath well I say no more But shall we take occasion and so forth Rebellion should haue no respite oh my Lord The time hath bene but all is one for that Spi. How like a troupe of ranke oreridden iades You huâ—se bearded Citizens appeare Chub. Nay rather so many men in the Moone And euerie one a forzen bush in his mouth Spi. The foure and twentie wards now faire befall them Would anie one haue thought before this houre There had béene such increase of muddie slaues Spi. Peace soldiours they are resolute you sée And not to flatter vs nor fauour them Such haughtie stoâ—hs seldome haue béene séene Imbodied in the breasts of Cittizens How sternly in their owne peculiar strength Without the assistance of their lingring king Did they of late repulse vs from their walles And now againe how expeditiously And vnexpected they haue met vs here Were we more deadly incensed then we are I would not but commend their chiualrie Spi. Captaine shall we go challenge them to fight Sbloud we burne daylight thei le thinke anon We are afraid to sée their glittering swords Ch. Tell them they come in stéed of pudding pies And Stratford cakes to makes a banquet here Fal. Soft giue me leaue I will deuise with words To weaken and abash their fortitude Re. The bastard offers to come forth my Lord Ma. I am the man intend to answere him Fa. Crosbie Ma. Traytor all Traitour zounds downe with him Fa. Be patient giue me leaue I say to speake I doubt not but the traitors name shall rest With those that keeps their lawfull K. in bonds Meane time ye men of London once againe Behold my warlike colours are displaide Which I haue vowd shal neuer be wrapt vp Untill your loftie buildings kisse our féet Unles you grant me passage through your stréets Re. Passage saist thou that must be ore our breasts If any passage thou art like to haue Fa. Why then vpon your bodies will I tread And wade through standing pooles of your lost bloud Sh. We know thy threats and reckon them as wind Not of suffecient powre to shake a reede Spi. But we shooke your gates not long agoe And made your walles to shake like yrish bogges Chub. I and so terrified ye that not one of ye darst come to fetch a pinte of sacke at the mouth at Bishopsgate no not for your lines Ios. I but you know what followed and so forth Spi. Etcetera are you there mee thinks the sight of the dun Bull the Neuels honored crest should make you leaue your broken sentences and quite forget euer to speake at all Sho. Nay then looke thou vpon our Citties armes Wherein is a bloudie dagger that is it Where with a rebell like to Falconbridge Had his desert meete for his trecherie Can you behold that and not quake for feare Re. Since when it is successfuely decreed Traitors with vs shall neuer better speede Spi. Captaine and fellow soldiers talke no more But draw your meaning forth in down right blows Falcon. Sound then alarum Maior Do the like for vs and where the right is there attend successe Ios. Stay and be better aduisde why countrimen What is this Falconbridge you follow so I could instruct you but you know my mind And Falconbridge what are these rusticalles Thou shouldst repose such confidense in glasse Shal I informe thee no thou art wise inough Edward of Yorke delaies the time you say Therefore hée will not come imagine so The Cittie 's weake hold that opinion still And your pretence King Henries libertie True but as how shall I declare you no What theÌ„ you le fight a gods name take your choise I canno more but giue you mine aduise Fal. Away with this parentheses of words Crosbie courage thy men and on this greene Whose cause is right let it be quickly séene Maior I am as readie as thou canst desire On then a Gods name They fight the rebels driue them backe then Enter Falconbridge and Spicing Fal. This was well fought now Spicing list to me The Cittizens thus hauing giuen vs ground And therefore somewhat daunted take a band Of Essex souldiours and with all the spéede Thou possibly canst make withdraw thy selfe And get between the Cittie gates and them Spi. Oh braue Tom Neuill gallant Falconbridge Ayme at thy intended pollicie This is thy meaning while thou art imploide And holdst them battaile here on Mileend Greene I must prouide as harbenger before There be not onely cleere and open passage But the best marchants houses to receiue Vs and our retinew I am proud of that And will not sléepe vpon thy iust commaund Fal. Away then I will follow as I may And doubt not but that ours will be the day After some excursions enter Lord Maior and Master Shoare Ma. We haue recouered what before we lost And heauen stands with the iustice of our cause But this I noted in the fight euen now That part of this rebellious crew is sent By what direction or for what intent I cannot ghesse but may suspect the worst And as it séemes they compasse
Why since I saw thée last Iane Where was that K. At the L. Maiors in the presence of the King Iane I haue forgotten that I saw you there For there were many that I tooke small note of King Of me you did and we had some discourse Iane You are deceiued Sir I had then no time For my attendance on his maiestie King I le gage my hand vnto your hand of that Looke well vpon me He discouers himselfe Iane Now I beséech you let this strange disguise she kneels Excuse my boldnes to your maiesty What euer we possesse is all your highnesse Onely mine honor which I cannot grant K. Onely thy loue bright angel Edward craues For which I thus aduentured to sée thée Enter Maister Shoare Ia. But here comes one to whom I only gaue it And he I doubt will say you shal not haue it King Am I so soone cut off oh spight How say ye mistris will ye take my offer Ia. Indeed I cannot sir afford it so King You le not be offered fairlier I beléeue Iane Indeed you offer like a Gentleman But yet the iewel will not so be left Sho. Sir if you bid not too much vnder-foot I le driue the bargaine twixt you and my wife K. Alas good Shoare my selfe dare answere no King aside Nothing can make thée such a iewel forgoe She faith you shall be too much looser by it Sho. See in the row then if you can spéed better King See many worlds arow affords not like As he goes forth Shoare lookes earnestly and perceiues it is the king whereat he seemeth greatly discontented I. Why lookst thou Mat knowst thou the gentleman Alas what ailes thée that thou lookst so pale What théere swéet hart alas where hast thou béen Sho. Nay nothing Iane know you the Gentleman Iane Not I sweet heart alas why do you aske Is he thine enemie Sho. I cannot tell What came hee here to cheapen at our shoppe Iane This Iewell loue Sho. Well I pray God he came for nothing else Iane Why who is it I do suspect him Shoare That you demaund thus doubtedly of me Sho. Ah Iane it is the King Ia. The king what then i st for that thou sighst Were he a thousand kings thou hast no cause To feare his presence or suspect my lout Sho. I know I haue not sée he comes againe The king enters againe muffled in his cloake King Still is my hindzer there be patient heart Some fitter season must asswage the smart What will ye take that mistris which I offred ye I come againe sir as one willing to buy Iane Indeed I cannot sir I pray ye Deale with my husband heare what he will say Sho. I le sell it worth your money if you please I pray you come neare sir King I am too néere alreadie thou so neere Nay nay she knowes what I did offer her And in good sadnesse I can giue no more So fare ye well sir I will not deale with you Exit Ia. You are deceiude swéet heart t is not the king Thinke you hee would aduenture thus alone Sho. I do assure thee Iane it is the King Oh God twixt the extreames of loue and feare In what a shiuering ague sits my soule Keepe wée our treasure secret yet so fond As set so rich a beautie as this is In the wide view of euerie gazers eye Oh traitor beautie oh deceitfull good That dost conspire against thy selfe and loue No sooner got but wisht againe of others In thine owne selfe iniurious to thy selfe Oh rich poore portion thou good euil thing How many ioyfull woes still dost thou bring Ia. I pray thée come swéet loue and sit by mee No king that 's vnder heauen I loue like thee Exit Enter sir Humphrey Bowes and maister Aston being two Iustices Harrie Grudgen Robert Godfellow and Iohn Hobs the Tanner Bow Neighbors and friends the cause that you are called Concernes the Kings most excellent maiestie Whose right you know by his progenitors Unto the Crowne and soueraintie of France Is wrongfully detained by the French Which to reuenge and royally regaine His Highnes meanes to put himselfe in Armes And in his princely person to conduct His warlike troupes against the enemie But for his Coffers are vnfurnished Through ciuill discord and intestine warre Whose bleeding scarres our eyes may yet behold He praies his faithfull louing subiects helpe To further this his iust great enterprize Hobs. So the fecke and meaning whereby as it were of all your long purgation Sir Humphrey is no more in some respect but the king wants mony would haue some of his Comentie Bo. Tanner you rightly vnderstand the matter Ast. Note this withal where his dread Maiesty Our lawfull Soueraigne and most royal King Might haue exacted or imposde a Taxe Or borrowed greater summes then we can spare For all we haue is at his dread commaund He doth not so but mildly doth entreat Our kind beneuolence what we will giue With willing minds to wards this mighty charge Enter Lord Howard Which to receiue his noble Counsellor And kinsman the Lord Howard here is come H. Now good sir Humphrey Bowes and M. Aston Haue ye declared the kings most gracious pleasure Bo. We haue my Lord How His highnes will not force As loane or tribute but wil take your gift In gratefull part and recompence your loue B. To shew my loue though mony now be scarce A hundreth pound I le giue his Maiestie Ho. T is well sir Humphrey Aston I a hundred markes Ho. Thanks M. Aston you both show your loue Now ask your neighbors what they wil bestow Bow Come master Hadland your beneuolence Had. O good sir Humphrey do not racke my purse You know my state I lately sold my land Aston Then you haue money let the king haue part Hob. I do master Hadland do they say ye sold a foule deale of durtie land for faire gold and siluer let the king haue some now while you haue it for if yee bee forborne a while all will be spent for he that cannot kéepe land that lies fast wil haue much a do to hold money it s slipperie ware t is melting ware t is melting ware How Gramercy Tanner Bowes Say what shall we haue Hadland My fortie shillings Aston Robert Goodfellowe I know you will be liberall to the King Good O M. Aston be content I pray ye You know my charge my household very great And my housekéeping holdes me verie hare Thréescore vprising and downe lying Sir Spends no sinall store of vittailes in a yeare Two brace of Greyhounds tt couple of hounds And then my iades deuoure a deale of Corne My Christmas cost then my friends that come Amounts to charge I am Robin Goodfellow That welcomes all and kéepes a frolicke house I haue no money pray ye pardon me How Héere 's a plaine Tanner can teach you how to thriue Kéepe fewer dogs and then ye may féede men Yet féede no idle men
me sée him and all his companie Bra. Kéeper bring forth the Captain his crew Enter Keeper Stranguidge Shoare disguisde and three more fettered Iockie Now say o th diell that sike bonnie men sud be hampert like blue Iades weas me for ye gude Lads Bra. I Cosin Harrie this is mistris Shoare Pearelesse in Court for beautie bountie pittie Iane viewes them all And if she can not saue thee thou must die Stran. Will shee if she can Bra. I Cosin Stranguidge I Sho. O torment worse then death to see her face That causde her shame my vniust disgrace Sho. aside O that our mutuall eies were Basilisks To kill each other at his enteruiew Bra. How like ye him Ladie you haue viewd him well Iane I pittie him and that same proper man That turnes his backe ashamde of this distresse Sho. Ashamde of thee cause of my heauinesse Ia. And all the rest oh were the king returnde There might be hope but ere his comming home They may be tride condemnd and iudgde and dead Sho. I am condemnd by sentence of defame aside O were I dead I might not sée my shame Bra. Your credit Ladie may prolong their triall What Iudge is he that will giue you deniall Ia. I le rack my credit and wil lanch my crownes To saue their liues if they haue done no murther aside Sh. O thou hast crackt thy credit with a crown And murdred me poore Mathew Shoare aliue Stran. Faire Ladie we did shed no drop of bloud Nor cast one Frenchman ouer bord and yet Because the league was made before the fact Which we poore sea men God knowes neuer heard We doubt our liues yea though we should restore Treble the value that we tooke and more T was lawfull prize when I put out to sea And warranted in my commission The kings are since combinde in amitie Long may it last and I vnwittingly Haue tooke a Frenchman since the truce was tanc And if I die via one day I must And God will pardon all my sins I trust My griefe will be for these poore harmelesse men Who thought my warrant might suborne the deed Chiefly that Gentleman that stands sadly there Who on my soule was but a passenger Iane Well Captaine Stranguidge were the king at home I could say more Stran. Ladie hee s come a shore Last night at Douer my boy came from thence And saw his highnesse land Iane Then courage sirs I le vse my fayrest meanes to saue your liues In the meane season spend that for my sake casts her purse Enter Lord Marquesse Dorset and claps her on the shoulder Mar. By your leaue mistris Shoare I haue taken paines To find you out come you must go with me Iane Whither my Lord Mar. Vnto the Quéene my mother Iane Good my Lord Marquesse Dorset wrong me not Mar. I can not wrong thee as thou wrongst my mother I le bring thee to her let her vse her pleasure Iane Against my wil I wrong her good my Lord Yet am ashamde to sée her maiestie Swéet Lord excuse me say ye saw me not Mar. Shall I delude my mother for a whore No mistris Shoare ye must go to the Quéene Iane Must I my Lord what will she do to me Use violence on me now the kinges away Alas my Lord behold this showre of teares Which kind King Edward would compassionate Bring me not to her she will slit my nose Or mark my face or spurne me vnto death Looke on me Lord can yee find in your heart To haue me spoild that neuer thought you harme O rather with your rapier runne me through Then carrie me to the displeased Quéene Shoare O hadst thou neuer broke thy how to me From feare and wrong had I defended thee Mar. I am inexorable therefore arise And go with me what rascall crue is this Mistris Shoares suters such slaues make her proud What sir Robert Brackenburie you a Shorist too Bra. No Shorist but to saue my Cosins life Mar. Then I le be hangde if he escape for this The rather for your meanes to mistris Shoare My mother can do nothing this whore all Come away minion you shall prate no more Ia. Pray for me friends and I will pray for you God send you better hap then I expect Go to my lodging you and if I perish Take what is there in lieu of your true seruice Ioc. Na a maye sale ayse nere forsake my gude maistresse Till aye hea séene tha worst that spight can du her Exeunt Marquesse and Iane and theirs Sho. For all the wrong that thou hast done to me They should not hurt thée yet if I were free Bra. Sée cosin Stranguidge how the case is changde She that should helpe thee can not helpe her selfe Stran. What remedie the God of heauen helps all What say ye mates our hope of life is dasht Now none but God le ts put our trust in him And euerie man repent him of his sinne And as together we haue liu'de like men So like tall men together let vs die The best is if we die for this offence Our ignorance shall plead our innocence Keep Your meat is readie Captaine you must in Stran. Must I I will Cosin what will you do Bra. Visit you soone but now I will to Court To see what shall become of mistris Shoare Stran. God speed ye well Keep Come sir will you go in Sho. I le eate no meat giue me leaue to walke here Am I now left alone no millions Of miseries attend me euery where Ah Mathew Shoare how doth all séeing heauen Punish some sinne from thy blind conscience hid Inflicting paine where all thy pleasure was And by my wife came all these woes to passe She falsde her faith and brake her wedlocks band Her honour falne how could my credit stand Yet will not I poore Iane on thee exclaime Though guiltie thou I guiltlesse suffer shame I left this land too little for my griefe Returning am accounted as a theese Who in that ship came but a passenger To sée my friends hoping the death of her At fight of whom some sparkes of former loue Hid in affections ashes pittie moue Kindling compassion in my broken heart That bleeds to thinke on her insuing smart O see weake womens imperfections That leaue their husbands safe protections Hazarding all on strangers flatteries Whose lust alaid leaues them to miseries See what dishonor breach of wedlocke brings Which is not safe euen in the armes of kings Thus do I Iane lament thy present state Wishing my teares thy torments might abate Exit Enter the Queene Marquesse Dorset leading mistris Shoare who fals downe on her knees before the Queene fearefull and weeping Qu. Now as I am a Quéene a goodly creature Sonne how was she attended where you found her Mar. Madame I found her at the Marshalsea Going to visit the poore prisoners As she came by hauing beene to take the ayre And there the keeper told me she
you are sicke and so am not I Richard O Lord me thinks this going to our bed How like it is to going to our graue Edward I pray thee do not speake of graues sweet heart Indeed thou frightest mee Ri. Why my Lord Brother did not our Tutor teach vs That when at night we want vnto our bed We still should thinke we sent vnto our graue Ed. Yes that 's true that we should do as euery christian ought To bee preparde to die at euery howre but I am heauie Richard Indeed and so am I Edward Then let vs say our praiers and go to bed They kneele and solemne musicke the while within the musicke ceaseth and they rise Richard What bléedes your Grace Edward I two drops and no more Richard God blesse vs both and I desire no more Edward Brother see here what Dauid saies and so say I Lord in thee will I trust although I die As the young Princes go out enter Tirill. Tirill. Go lay ye downe but neuer more to rise I haue put my hand into the foulest murder That euer was committed since the world The verie sencelesse stones here in the walles Breake out in teares but to behold the fact Me thinkes the bodies lying dead in graues Should rise and crie against us O harke harke A noyse within The Mandrakes shreeks are musicke to their cries The verie night is frighted and the starres Do drop like torches to behold this déed The verie Center of the earth doth shake Me thinks the Towre should rent downe from the toppe To let the heauen looke on this monstrous deede Enter at the one doore Dighton with Edward vnder his arme at the other doore Forrest with Richard Digh. Stand further damned rogue and come not néere me Fo. Nay stand thou further villaine stand aside Digh. Are we not both damned for this cursed deed Fo. Thou art the witnesse that thou bearst the King Digh. And what hearst thou Fo. It is too true oh I am damnde indeed He lookes downe on the boy vnder his arme Ti. I am as deepe as you although my hand Did not the deede Digh. O villaine art thou there Fo. A plague light on thee Ti. Curse not a thousand plagues will light vpon vs all They lay them downe The priest here in the Towre will burie them Let vs away Enter mistris Blage her two men bringing in Shoare alias Floud in a chaire his arme bleeding apace Bla. So set him here a while where is more aire How cheere you sir alacke he doth beginne To change his colour where is mistris Shoare Gone to her Closet for a precious Balme The same she said King Edward vsde himselfe Alacke I feare hée le die before shee come Ranne quickly for some Rosa-solis faint not sir Be of good comfort come good mistris Shoare What haue you there Iane Stand by and giue me leaue Bla. Unhappie me to lodge him in my house Iane I warrant you woman be not so afraid If not this bloud-stone hangde about his necke This balme will stanch it by the helpe of God Lift vp his arme whilst I do bath his wound The signe belike was here when he was hurt Or else some principal and chiefe veine is pierst Bla. How euer sure the surgeon was a knaue That lookt no better to him at the first Ia. Blame him not mistris Blage the best of them In such a case as this may bée to séeke Bla. Now God be blessed sée the crimson bloud That was precipitate and falling downe Into his arme retires into his face How fare you sir how do you féele your selfe Sh. Oh wherfore haue you wakt me from my sleepe And broke the quiet slumber I was in Me thought I sate in such a pleasant place So full of all delight as neuer eie Beheld nor heart of man could comprehend If you had let me go I felt no paine But being now reuok't my griefe renewes Iane Giue him some Rosa-solis mistris Blage And that will like wise animate the sprites And send alacritie vnto the heart That hath bin strugling with the pangs of death Bla. Here sir drinke this you néed not feare it sir It is no hurt sée I will be your taster Then drinke I pray you Ia. Now fellowes raise his body from the chair And gently let him walke a turne or two Bla. Good sooth mistris Shoare I did not thinke till now You had béene such a cunning skilde Phisitian Sho. Oh mistris Blage though I must néeds confesse It would haue béene more welcome to my soule If I had died and beene remoude at last From the confused troubles of this world Whereof I haue sustained no meane waight Then lingring here be made a packhorse still Of torments in comparison of which Death is but as the pricking of a thorne Yet I do thanke you for your taken paines And would to God I could requite your loue Bla. Sir I did you little good what was done Ascribe the benefit and praise thereof Unto this Gentlewoman kind mistris Shoare Who next to God preserude your féeble life Sho. How Mistris Shoare good friends let go your hold My strength is now sufficient of it selfe Oh is it she that still prolongs my woes Was it ordainde not onely at the first She should be my destruction but now twise When gracious destinies had brought about To ende this wearie pilgrimage of mine Must she and none but she preuent that good And stop my entrance to eternall blisse Oh lasting plague oh endlesse corrasiue It now repents me double that I scap'te Since life 's made death and lifes author hate Ia. Sir take my counsell and sit downe againe It is not good to be so bold of foot Vpon the sudden till you haue more strength Sho. Mistris I thanke you and I care not much If I be rulde by you sits downe Oh God that she should pittie me vnknowne That knowing me by her was ouerthrowne Or ignorantly she should regard this smart That heretofore sparde not to stab my heart Enter Brackenburie Bra. By your leaue mistris Blague I am somewhat bold Is there not a Gentleman within your house Cald M. Floud came hither hurt last night Bla. Is his name Floud I knew it not till now But here he is and well recouered Thanks to this Gentlewoman mistris Shoare Bra. Pardon me mistris Shoare I saw you not And trust me I am sorie at the heart So good a creature as your selfe hath béene Should be so vilely dealt with as you are I promise you the world laments your case Ia. How means you sir I vnderstand you not Lament my case for what for Edwards death I know that I haue lost a gracious friend But that is not to be remedied now Bra. No mistris Shoare it is for Richards hate That too much enuies your prosperitie Ia. I know he loues me not and for that cause I haue withdrawne me wholly from the court Bra. You haue not séene the Proclamation then Ia. The proclamation