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A16900
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The faire maide of Bristovv As it was plaide at Hampton, before the King and Queenes most excellent Maiesties.
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Day, John, 1574-1640?, attributed name.
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STC 3794; ESTC S104660
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Enter blunt amased Why how now blont why stares thou so vpon me Blo are you aliue sir Sent. Didst thou set any body to kill me Blo Not I sir but wicked Florance did And hadest bin slaine had it not bin for me Sentloe behould thou Harbert and thy friend That thus hath wayted on thée like thy man To saue thée from a thousand miseries Sent. I am a masd and knowe not what to say O my deare Harbart O my louing frend Harb Leaue of imbracments till some other time The king is com to Bristow newly landed Come as we goe along I le tell thée all Things wonderfull that yet thou dreamst not off Exit Enter king Richard Leicester and Richmond King All haile thou blessed bosome of my peace Richard findes instance of his home returne Bristow thou hapie rode where first Iland Doth welcome me now from the holy land Send word to London of our safe ariuall While we awhile in Bristow heere repose vs. god Fame with her brasen trump hath born this tidings hether Eust And Bristow with their Cittizens expresse Their gladnes by their tryumphe at your safetie Kin. And we with you will put these triumphs on But for this vnlucky accident Which makes old Eustice and Vmphreuil sad Which grieues me for the noble gentlemen god By blessed Saint Paule my liedg I cannot brook it to sée my child my aire my Anabell this heere what a wretch was this Now by saint Charity if I were iudge a halter were the least should hamper him eust Tho nature wrassels with my staied reason and willes me plead for mercie for my son yet iustice with impartiall wings directs My thoughts from pitty and my words for right My liedg to make an entrance to your fame Regard Vmphreviles wrong punish my son I cannot lose him better then by law Nor is he lost that doth example giue Of sweet amends to such as leudly liue King Vertue commends thy course and patience his In both I pitty what you both desire If iustice could be glased with pitties wings Call for the prisoner let vs crowne the time With iustice for these honorable men Ana. Haue mercy Richard mercy in a king Is like the péereles Diamond set in gold he out of enuy and of fury speaks I out of loue and passion plead for him King What pleasing aduocate hath pitty rais'd To plead the prisoners cause himselfe not there Ana. One that doth beare the greatest griefe of all The haples wife of wofull Vallenger King Why thou art wrong'd therfore shouldest claime Reueng for thée and iustice for thy husband Ana. Reuedg for me my Lord nay that cannot be vnles a strang deuission may be had For I that am as néerely knit to Vallenger as bodie to the soule cannot suppose an iniury But think his losse To be my miserie and chiefest crosse God Hath he not sought thy bloud thou foolish girle Ana He sought no more then I can fréely giue and sacrefise to death so he may liue Mo. Did he not keepe a harlot to despight thée ana And if he mend that fault he soone may right me God He gaue thy ornaments to deck his trull Ana. And my consent did ratefie his guift Mo. Well he hates thée Ana. To try my patience all that he did or gaue Or did contriue conserneth me his act was my allowance Now since my selfe accuse not but excuse Since she that was supposed to be wronged Doth right that wrong be iust and set him frée For I protest I know no iniury God She knowes no iniurie my Lord she lies King Sir God-frey since your daughter doth Remit his fault methinks you should forgiue him god Forgiue him no not I the wretch shall neuer bost That he hath braued old God-frey in a iust And honest cause I le touch him I I and tuch him to the quick No lesse then for his neck verse will I touch him Docter stand foorth and to my prince and péeres Say what thou know'st of Sentloes bloudy death Cha. Then this I bow before your Maiesty That Vallenger corrupted me by gold to poison Anabel and Sentloe to Ana. Intents are nothing till they come to acts god and mistris is not Sentloe dead in act Har. Sentloe is dead my maisters bloudy death should quicken iustice in your maiesty King thou shalt haue iustice to thy owne content Cha. O how I grieue to see her brinish tears Water the Crimson roses of her cheeks Har. Had not my wit preuented this before Nor you nor she had neuer sorrowed more Eust You come my son what said I No my shame O let his bloud my liedge redéeme the same Enter vallènger and officers King Yong Vallenger thou art héere Accuâ—ed for Anabell And murdering Sentloe that is dead Speak art thou guilty I or noe va Guilty in both my Lord and héere for both Ready to pay the penallty of my life Tho in my soule and conscience I am cléere Of Sentloes death yet welcome happie lot That so shall rid my life of that foule spot ana Alas poore soule how griefe and his disgrace Doth make him desprate behold his face From thence speaks truth as from an Orackle That he is innocent tho his words accu e him king Well Vallenger atend thy sentence Har. Pronounce not sentence yet right royall king king What lawfull stay canst thou impart to vs. Har. A stay to straighten iustice and the truth My conscience charged with this hainous crime Makes me conâ—esse tho to my harts true griefe That by thinticements of lewd Florence and her guists I should haue murdred Sentlo my déere maister I therefore think that through her wickednes She is the cause of all these villainies king Post officers and fetch her to our presence va A weake delay to hinder my strong faith God I euer thought that Harlot would be one Sée how that bold â—ace ieats it like a bride Enter florence flo Health to the king good fortune to the péeres Moth. A boulder quean ther liude not this many years King My pearcing iudgment through the brittle glasse Of that fraile beauty doth deserne her loosenes Lady stand forth Flo. I entertaine that name most royall king And boldly come héere to cléere my selfe Of any thing that shall be laid against me King You are héere acused as accessarie Vnto Sentloes death speake are you guilty I or no. Flo. Doth this disgraced son of that proud man Charg me with these surmises before the king Va. Thou hast not murdred him but my renowne His death this hand my death of fame doth wound Cha. Thus lust makes yong mens missery her law Flo. Who then dares tuch my reputation Eust Looke there on thy accuser that is he Flo. This corish lumpe of flesh this shaghaird slaue Eust Aplie thy spéech proud woman to the place Speake reuerently in presence of the King King Lady we stand not vpon words But one the proffe and estimate of right Sirtha stand