like men And be assur'd wee le winne the victory Harke how they shout as they applauded mee And see how brauely euery Leader rides Plum'd from the Beauer to the Saddle bowe Whilst the bold Souldier makes his lofty pike Stretch in the Ayre with tossing it aloft Brauely done fellow that tricke once againe And there 's gold for thy paines hee fights like Hector Whilst at his feete th' amazed Grecians fall And though Achilles would renew the Field Hee dares not doo 't the enemies so strong Me thinks I heare a peale of Ordinance play They are the Bastards Cannons planted high To ouerthrow my Castle to the ground Now they shoote off Death all my foes are come Marshall my Troups and let Drum answere Drum My selfe in person will be generall But I fainte and am not what I would be My spirit is stronger then my feeble lyms Leade me once more with griefe vnto my bed Fewe know the sorrowes of a troubled head Manent Cullen Peter Exit Palsgraue led in Cullen How faine would valour sickness ouercom But his infirmity denyes such power And I am more grieued for his weake estate Then for our late great losse Peter Palsgraue may helpe him And as I liu'de a fellow amongst Hermits I learnt some skill that has curde many a Prince See him safe guarded from his enemies And on my life I will recouer him Cullen Wee are strong enough to waste him to his Fleete And when the Enemy shall misse him here They le turne their conquering Force another way And goe for Spayne Peter My Kingdome Cullen To subdue it Peter Let them proceed but when hee has got his strength they le rue their boldnesse Meane time trust to mee For next to Heauen I le cure his maladie Enter olde Fitzwaters and his Steward Exeunt Old Fitz: Thou art his hand the agent of his thoughts And onely enginor by which he works Some dangerous plot to blow his Honour vp Is 't possible my Sonne should be from Court So often and the cause vnknowne to thee That art his bosome-friend his Counseller Stew. I know no cause except to take the ayre Old Fyth. My wrath shall finde another in thy brest Know that thou tread'st on thy last foote of earth From whence is no remooue but to the graue Flye me thou canst not and to make resistance Will draw vpon thee for one Lyons rage All the whole denne Offers to kill him Stew. Hold and I le tell your Honour Know that his vsuall haunt is to the house Of the Lord Clynton whither he is gone To see his Daughter whom he does affect Old Doats he on my betrothed my Loue my wife Had he the liues of many hopefull sonnes Incorporate with his owne my rate is such I should destroy them all ere lose my Loue But how does she affect him Stew. As her life Alleadging that the Contract made to you Was by constraint to please her honour'd Father But he was precontracted first made sure And this I heard her speake with pearled teares Then Loue no passion ought to be more free Nor any agreement like that sympathie Old Fyth. I haue put on Dianiras poysoned shirt In the discourse and euery word cleaues to me As deadly in the apprehension As that which kill'd the Iew-borne Hercules But wherefore doe I combat with my selfe That haue a greater enemie to curbe Oh but he is my sonne What is a sonne The effect of a sweete minute he shall dye Being my pleasure to effect my pleasure Attend me where he is I may destroy him Exeunt Enter a Page Page I haue a sweete Office to be Gentleman Porter to a backe dore but t is for a Lady the best beauty in England and if there be any Pandering in the businesse though I am accessary i' the fee because I liue by it I haue no knowledge in the fault Many a Courtier would be glad of my place yet I hold it not by pattent for terme of life nor for yeeres but as young Gentlemen get Venison vpon sufferance or by stealth If the Lord Clynton should haue notice of this Key or euidence by which the young Lord Fythwaters is conueyed to his Daughter against his will though shee be his Wife by a precontract I might bee conueyed to the porters-lodge But if all Court-secrets come to light what will become of the Farthingales thinke you that couer them No since Ladies weare Whale-bones many haue beene swallowed and so may this Heere comes the Young Lord Enter Young Fythwaters Y. Fyt. Alwaies at hand thy carefulnesse is great Where is thy Lady Pag. Walking in the Garden Y. Fyt. So early then I see loues the best larke For the Corne builder has not warbled yet His mornings Carroll to the rising Sunne There 's for thy paines Page I thanke your Lordship And now like the Keeper of a prison hauing my fee t is fit I should turne the Key You know the way to my Ladies chamber Y. Fyth. I doe Exit Young Fythwaters Page Sure liberallitie was a louer or he would nere be so bountifull some thinke it a chargeable thing to keepe a Woman of any eminent fashion and so t is but to keepe them as I doe vnder locke and key and suffer none to enter but such liberall Gentlemen is the onely way to make a rich Keeper I must walke still to watch his comming foorth Enter old Fythwaters and Steward O. Fyth. You haue beene with the Lord Clynton Stew. And he promist to meete you in the Garden couertly O. Fyth. Is this the place Stew. And this is the Ladyes Page that lets him in Page Helpe helpe Stop his mouth O. Fyt. If you bellow here you breath your last by waies Backe dores come sir along with me If that her father meete as I desire What 's but a sparke will prooue a mount of fire Locke the dore after vs Steward My Lord I will Exeunt all Enter in the Garden Floramell the Lord Clyntons Daughter and Young Fythwaters They sit on a banke Flo. The delian Lute is not more Musicall Then thy sweete voyce Oh my Apollo speake That with the wrapture of thy words my soule May be intranst and wish no other ioyes That by the discord of two Broken harps Old and vnfit for Louers harmony Our ioyes should suffer a distate of feare And in our most delights a qualme of griefe Runne like a vayne of Lead through a Gold-mine Olde Fyth-waters and the Lord Clynton some behinde and ouer-heare them Flo. We grow too iealous of our prosperous daies Making an euill where no ill is meant Like hallowed ground loue sanctifies this place And will not suffer danger to intrude Here we are ringd in earthly Paradise And may haue all the heauen to our selues Be then Mistrust an exile from my brest Where liues no iealousie dwells present rest Clyn. But wee 'l disturbe it your amorous ioyes Y. Fyt. Our Fathers present Sweet we are betraid O. Fyt. Betrayd
what I ought to say Nor whom to speake to but in happy time From this high Rocke I see a tall Shippe come Furnisht with all his Sayles and as it ploughes The Ocean vp it rayses hills of snow That fly on both sides as they did giue way To make a valley for the Shippe to passe Their Captaine as I thinke lookes vpon me And has tooke notice of my wauing hand Now the Ship turnes and this way ploughes amaine As if it meant to runne it selfe aground In happy time now I shall be relieu'd Enter Saxon Artoise Mentz Vandome and Mendoza Saxon. T was heere abouts the Gallant beckned me He seemes a person of some eminence By the glittering of his Suite against the Sunne Cast Anker here and let vs question him Men. Yonder he stands mounted vpon the rocke Sax. The very same What art thou what 's they name Thy place of birth fortune and parentage That thou art left vpon this desolate shore And what requirest thou stranger at our hands Y. Eytz. As you are men and therefore may be crost Be fauourable to a wretched man Know that the Sea has cast me on this place Where I haue led a discontented life Ere since the last storme and no passenger Has taken pitty to remooue me hence Though food I want not cause the sea yeelds fish I woul'd be shifted to a better place My name 's Fitzwaters by my byrth a Lord My naturall residence in England was Some of your company I haue often seene Set me aland where dwell inhabitants And thankfully I will require your loue Artoy. T is young Fytzwaters pray sir take him in Sax. You know my liâ—â—◠〈◊〉 all Englishmen Since my disgrace and shall I pitty him Ment. But he 's descended of a Noble house Sax. The more should I reioyce to see him dye Trier Has valour Sax. Let him vse it on the Rocks Vand. But euery enemie beares not your minde Some haue beene fauourable to their foes Mend. And t is an honour in an enemie To saue where he may kill Y. Fytz. Your answere there Sax. You speake as you 'd compell it Y. Fytz. In the honourable entercourse of men I should doe so and were you in my case You would inforce your owne necessitie Sa. What wold this Stranger be in prosperous state That beares so high a minde in his distresse Y. Fytz. I would be as thou art proud of nothing Sax. Is a Shippe nothing Y. Fytz. As it ankers here It beares a goodly show but launcht againe And a storme rise it may be cast aland As I haue beene nay worse it may may be sunke And then what is 't but a fayre something nothing What is and now is not mans life or a dreame Now swimming and then swallowed in the streame Sax. His words are piercing some go take him in Come downe and be receiued into our Boate Art That shall be my charge Exit Artoise Sax. Could wee draw this spirit Into our plot hee 'd helpe to manage it Vnto the life and I should take it better Then yet I doe Vand. Perswasion may corrupt Ment. But be adjust'd how you perswade him to it Trier And take his Oath at first for sacrifice Vand. We are no puny Pollititians To be instructed in the rules of euill Here comes Fitzwaters Enter young Fytzwaters and Artoise Sax. Your hand Y. Fytz. And sword but that the Sea deuour'd it Sax. Know sir we haue businesse of import in hand Wherein our purpose is to craue your ayde And as we sayle to France wee le open it Y. Fyt. I am yours in all things that are honourable Sax. Honourable be not your shall do what we list Launch foorth into the deepe Exeunt Enter King Edward Palsgraue old Fytzwaters Clynton and Cullen Drummes Colours and Souldiers King We did not thinke to haue footed the French ground A second time in such Hostilitie But when the conquered beares so proud a head T is fit we make him stoope yet least the King Be not himselfe or be abus'd by any My Lord of Cullen we intreat your paynes To enquire it out by our Ambassadour as Mentz and Trier his assay that our force Might spoyle his countrey and make waste his land But that with French blood we haue surfetted And therefore care not greatly to shed more Say We will meete him at an enterview There to discourse our griefes before we fight Where if he haue wrongd me he shall doe me right Cullen I shall delate your Highnesse Embassie Pal. But say from me my sword nere drunke French And therefore it is thirstie for their liues That are I leaue the Continent of France Without good satisfaction from the King None of his Caualieres shall were a locke I le haue them all cut off and euery yeere Be payd in such a tribute for my wrongs As for proud Saxon Say my word is kept And bid him warily respect his owne The French Kings Palace shall not saue his life Nor the best rampierd Bulwarke in the Land Except he answere me as fits a Peere Cul. But to the Emperour what 's your will to him Pals. That as he run from Spayne he shall run hence Or I shall make him a poore Emperour His Bastard brauery tell him must goe downe And the legitimate weare Caesars Crowne King Fayle not to vtter euery sillable Both of the Palsgraues sending and our owne Cul. I shall deliuer both Pals. Tak 't how they please If they fly hence wee le follow through the Seas Cullen I goe Exit Cullen King High is this Embassy like to your valour Which I admire and loue ardently That I could wish your presence all my dayes And thinke your company to me more sweete Then mine owne Kingdome or my Crowne besides Pals. Your loue and Royall presence I desire K. Clynton and bold Fytzwaters be it your charge Prouided well of our best ships and Souldiers To sayle to Germanie and free our friends Kept as we heare there with a slender guard In a weake Castle Old Fitz. Which wee le soone beats downe Passgr. And bring them hither Clinton Or returne no more King March forwards to the place where wee l encampe Exeunt Enter Fitz-waters Artoyse Vandome and Mendoza Vand. What should the reason be of this dissention And why is young Fitz-waters froward thus Artoyse His arguments are strong and forcible Mendoz. Single vs hither to the forrest side Vnder pretense to plot more priuately And now not onely to mislike our drifts But call vs punies and vnskilfull men If showes a spleenefull hatred to vs all Y. Frytz. Not vnto all but only to you two Why should the Earle and I borne a Lords sonne Ioine with a paire of base companions In such a waighty cause as a Kings death I know you le say you haue beene physitians Sailer and Soldiers and in such disguise Done some exploit that haue deserv'd respect I graunt as much but yet your birthes are meane No gentry in
to death why doe you hold my Sword There 's greater fury kindled in my brest Then can be quencht by any thing but blood I shall turne frantique if you brand the Sea Of my displeasure in such narrow bounds And with a Deluge equall to the first That ouer-spred the world swell vp so high Till not a Mountaine ouer-looke the streame Nor heauen be seene for Riuers of the Land Y. Fyt. If I could feare the wauing of a Sword Mine enemies had frighted me ere now But I 'me invaluable like my minde Not to be wounded but with darts of loue And I as little estimate a Father In these Pathaires as he esteemes my griefe There 's no preoritie in loues high Court Graunted vnto the Fathers fore the Sonne But like the purest gouernment of all Euery mans minde is his owne Monarchy Where reason nere set foote to make a law Shall common sense keepe one that were absurd O. Fyt. Wouldst fight with me Y. Fyt. Not if you will forbeare me But in a warre defensiue I will stand Against an Army of my Auncestors Did their enfranchiz'd soules break ope their tombes And reassum'd their bodyes as they liu'd In their full pride and youthfull iollity O. Fy. Let Rauens perch vpon these blossomd trees Night Owles their stations in this Garden keepe And euery ominous portence draw neere For here I le offer vnto Hecate A hellish sacrifice in a sonnes blood Clyn. I feele an Earth-quake in my trembling flesh And my well boding Gemms bids me draw A sword of vengeance on this hastie Lord Ere suffer him to be a pariside O. Fyth. Will the Lord Clynton buckler out my foe Clyn. No but restraine you from a wilfull murther Flo. And like the best oblation for your wrath Loe I the subiect of this variance fall prostrate on my knee to suffer death Ere such a rude act most vnfather-like Be put in practice on so good a sonne O. Fyth. Good to deceiue me Y. Eyth. The deceit is yours O. Fyth. Forsweare him and I shall rest satisfied Flora. Neuer Y. Fyth. Nor I O. Fyth. Giue way Y. Fyth. I neede no buckler Clyn. I stand not here to offend but to defend Your liues and honour gainst so vile and act Would blurre the Conquerors fame perpetually Making your swords the furies fire-brands Bath'd so vnnaturally in others blood Where neither Honour nor Religion springs T is better farre such combats be vnsought I know your pleas her father has my graunt You her affection got against my will The place whereon you stand is our owne ground And here t is fit I arbitrate the cause Mongst reasonable men peace is held good None loue dissention but they thirst for blood O. Fyt. Counsel preuailes I am glad he is not slaine Y. Fyt. I liue with ioy that I 'me no Father-killer Clyn. Will you subscribe to what we shall inioyne Old Fyth. Y. Fyt. We doe Clyn. In briefe t is this You must forbeare my house And neuer more be seene within my gates Y. Fyt. This is extreame O. Fyt. I haue a heauier doome Which on my curse I charge thee to obserue Which is That instantly thou leaue the Land And trouble me no more to get her loue Y. Fyt. How am I crost Flor. How is my heart tormented Y. Fyt. Yet I haue all the world to trafique in Except in England and your Honoures house But as the dissolution of the soule From such a body as desires to loue Is burthensome and grieuous to the man Such is my heart disseuered from my Loue Flo. And such is mine to lose thy company Y. Fyt You are cruell to impose a curse vpon me That sentence is extreame I feele it worke More deadly on my grieued faculties Then to haue dyed vpon my fathers sword For now mine owne woes must destroy my selfe And that 's a murther worse then paracide Exit Y. Fyt. Flora. My knife shall end me Old Fyth. Hold thy desperate hand Would'st make our Nuptialls proue a Tragedy Flo. I would and be inhum'd within the ground Rather then measure out a hated bed Clyn. Neuer regard the passions of a woman They are wily creatures and haue learnt this wit Where they loue most best to dissemble it O. Fyt. If that proue so my heart wil be the lighter Manet Steward Exeunt Stew. I haue done an act will make me odious To all succeeding times betrayde my friend But here he comes I le stay and speake with him Enter young Fytzwaters Y. Fyt. Carelesse of foes of father or his curse Come I againe to challenge Floramell Which I suspect the Steward has betrayde Stew. Within my brest bathe a reuengefull sword Loe I oppose it to your greatest wrath Yet if you saw the counsells of my heart There you may reade t was not I but feare That was the Authour of your loues betraying Your angry father threatned me with death And I had no euasion but to tell it But if your Lordship please to pardon me I le lay a plot to helpe you to your Loue Y. Fyt. He that is once false will be neuer true Stew. Then wherefore serues repentance Y. Fyt. Well proecede Stew. Set downe the place where I shall finde your Honour And if I bring not thither Floramell At our next meeting take away my life Y. Fyt. Meete me at Yorke house Stew. I le be there ere long I haue done amisse and will amend the wrong Exeunt Enter old Fythwaters Clynton and a Bishoppe Clyn. The Bride not vp and the Archbishop come Some call her downe O. Fyt. Welcome my reuerend Lord Doe not you Bishops vse sometimes to dreame Bish. We haue the same incitements of the blood That others haue and in our phantasies We see strange shapes and diuers things to follow Clyn. What was your dreame to night Bish. As I remember Himen was turn'd into a Mercury And hee 's the Patron of all slye deceits But what 's my dreame to your affayres my Lord O. Fyt. That such another dreame I had last night And if I should be cheated of my Bride T were a strange premonition Clyn. Feare it not see where shee comes Enter the Page drest in one of Floramells Gownes wearing a Maske Floramell and the Steward aboue O. Fyth. March forwarde to the Church Exeunt Lords and Page Ste. So whilst he takes your place we are for York-house Flora. I come Fythwaters flying Stew. Let 's away Enter young Fythwaters Y. Fy. The stay of my faire Mistris makes me wilde Sure I shall neuer more behold her face The Steward 's false and Floramell may change I le therefore giue a period to my griefe And in dispayre finish what life denyes Yet ere I dye let all the World this know A Womans loue procur'd my ouerthrow Enter the Steward and Floramell Y. Fith. My Floramell to Sea Exeunt Enter from Church old Fythwaters Clynton Bishop and the Page discouered O. Fyth. Oh my distracted soule this is extreame Gull'd
tell you their trickes too English As how French Your only fine Lady is wantonnesse new Fashions your Cittizens wife gallops after But shee is not so well horste to ouertake her English: Now wee are in the discourse of women What Countrey-women doest thou loue best French: I loue none English: I loue all and to kisse them after the fashion of all Nations Frenchm. Why I pray sir doe not all Nations kisse alike English: You are no Traueller and therfore I le beare with your ignorance but know this your Spanyard as hee is prowde hee kisses prowdly as if hee scornde the touch of a Ladies lippe marry you Frenchmen draw it in as if hee would swallow her aliue Now the Italian has soone done with the vpper parts to be tickling of the lower and we Englishmen can neuer take enough at both endes Frenchm: Is not your name Maister doe much English: It is and yours I thinke should be Monsieur doe litle Frenchman Wee ere somewhat a kinne in the first part of our names and I pray heartily let vs be better acquainted together English: You must doe as I doe then and since we were both appointed to wayte heere for the French Queenes comming le ts take her golde and forsweare our selues French: Heere comes her Maiestie Enter the Queene Queene Are you resolu'de to vndergoe this charge T is but an Oath which I will guild with Crownes And beare you out against the Law Frenchm. I can doe little beeing so animated if I should not forsweare my selfe for so fayre a Queene Englishm: And I le doe as much as your Maiestie will haue me doe Queene Take this in earnest and when t is done you shall haue more Frenchman Wee will Englishman And from this time forwards let vs bee forsworne brothers Frenchman Content Exeunt French English Queene I le instruct you Here comes Fitzwaters Enter Young Fytzwaters Y. Fytz. According to your Maiesties commaund I come to know your pleasure for the Letter I should deliuer to the English King With that base strumpet that has Iniur'd you Queene There is the Letter which I charge you beare vnto King Edward and assure his Grace I will performe what I haue promis'de in 't I le send the strumpet to you instantly Exit Queene Y. Fyth. I knowe not by what influence I am falne Into the affection of this potent Queene But shee has sworne shee loues me as her soule And to enioy me in her amorous Bed Would spend the reuenues of the Crowne of France Were it her owne I le temporize with her To effect some plot vpon my Soueraignes foes But shee shall know Although shee loue me well My hearts desires were drownd with Floramell Enter Floramell Floramell By all descriptions this should be the man To whome I am directed by the Queene But whome doe I beholde the young Fytzwaters Y. Fyth. T is she Oh no shee s in the Ocean drownd No Shee escapt it seemes as well as I But I will take no acquaintance of my Loue Till shee has cleerd her from the Queenes suspect Floramell It is not meete I take acquaintance first Nor will I till I know a iust cause why Of his Familiar dealings with the Queene Here is the key her Highnes promiz'd you Y. Fytz. And you the prisoner to be safe lockt vp For your incontinence and wanton life Floramell You doe me wrong I hate incontinence Nor did I euer loue a wanton life I am a desolate Ladie shipwrackt here And had a Husband once too like thy lookes But not of such a rude condition Oh were hee present and should heare thee speake Such boystrous termes against his honourd wife He would out of the vertue of his minde Knowing my conuersation to be good Write this base slander in thy villaines blood Y. Fytz. So confident her innocence is great That can doe this sincerely without trickes But if you be the same that you would seeme How comes that your reputations growne Into such scandall and your name the theame Of euery idle fellow in the Court That Groomes report faire Infortunate is The French Kings loue Nay worse his concubine The voyce of men is held the voyce of God And where an euill is so farre proclaimde The generality approues the guilt And shee s vnworthy to surviue a minute To be the separation of two hearts Made one by Marriage Floramell Kill me kill me then Hauing my sentence wherfore am I sparde Or doe you take delight to torture mee Before you serue the Executione The Law requires no more but death for Lust The lingring is a note of Tyrannie It is sufficient that the wretch must die The sooner done the lesser crueltie But if your conscience vrge you to forbeare I shall confute your worthlesse Arguments And tell you in the purenesse of my soule Report 's a lyar common talke a Foole Wayters Groomes light-headed like theyr plumes And those that doe attend in Princes Courtes Too actiue and quicke-witted to depraue A Courting they proclaime for a consent A fauour for the deede belieue them not It is too common this they hourely doe And thinke none chast but her whom none did wooe Y. Fytz. But you did kisse the King Floramell The Queene did see it Vrg'de by constraint and Kingly violence Vpon condition hee should wooe no more And for that kisse I am esteemd a whore If you beleeue I am I pray proceede I kist the King doe you a murderous deede Y. Fytz. Rise rise hereafter the discourse I le tell Meane time Fytzwaters welcomes Floramell Floramell So then I am honest by your owne confession But ere I entertaine you as a Husband I le be resolu'd what Loue has past betweene The Queene and you that you her Agent are In such a weighty cause as is my life Y. Fytz. Runs the stream this way is the wind turnd thus Floramell I must know all Y. Fytz. In sight of Heauen I vowe Shee is as chaste for any lust from mee As vnborne Infants and I vse her loue But to aduance my soueraigne and his Realme No other case by honour I protest In signe whereof I oppose an innocent breast Against the sword if you beleeue not kill But neuer man died for a lesser ill Floramel. I am satisfied rise loue and let vs goe There 's no true ioy without some taste of woe Exeunt Enter French King Bastard Saxon Trier and Mentz Queene F. King Prosperity I thinke was borne in France T is so obsequious vnto all our acts And like a subiect waites vpon our will To morrow is this happy enterview In which Fitz-waters and the Earle of Artoise Haue promisde to surprise the English King And the ambitious Palsgraue Bastard If it take We shall haue cause to praise our happinesse Saxon. Take out of all surmise and in my thoughts It is as good already as perform'de Trier I thinke no lesse Mentz It is most probable F. K. Where is the Queen