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A05206	The true chronicle history of King Leir, and his three daughters, Gonorill, Ragan, and Cordella As it hath bene diuers and sundry times lately acted.; King Leir.	Drayton, Michael, 1563-1631, attributed name.; Heywood, Thomas, d. 1641, attributed name.	1605 (1605)	STC 15343; ESTC S111094	45,240	74

such Corn. If I haue one halfe and you haue the other Then betweene vs we must needs haue the whole Cam. The hole how meane you that Zlood I hope We shall haue two holes betweene vs Corn. Why the whole Kingdome Cam. I that 's very true Cor. What then is left for his third daughters dowry Louely Cordella whom the world admires Cam. T is very strange I know not what to thinke Vnlesse they meane to make a Nunne of her Corn. 'T were pity such rare beauty should be hid Within the compasse of a Cloysters wall But howsoe're if Leirs words proue true It will be good my Lord for me and you Cam. Then let s haste all danger to preuent For feare delayes doe alter his intent Exeunt Enter Gonorill and Ragan Gon. Sister when did you see Cordella last That prety piece that thinks none good ynough To speake to her because sir-reuerence She hath a little beauty extraordinary Ra. Since time my father warnd her from his presence I neuer saw her that I can remember God giuer her ioy of her surpassing beauty I thinke her dowry will be small ynough Gon. I haue incenst my father so against her As he will neuer be reclaymd agayne Rag. I was not much behind to do the like Gon. Faith sister what moues you to beare her such good will Rag. In truth I thinke the same that moueth you Because she doth surpasse vs both in beauty Gon. Beshrew your fingers how right you can gesse I tell you true it cuts me to the heart Rag. But we will keepe her low enough I warrant And clip her wings for mounting vp too hye Gon. Who euer hath her shall haue a rich mariage of her Rag. She were right fit to make a Parsons wife For they men say do loue faire women well And many times doe marry them with nothing Gon. With nothing marry God forbid why are there any such Rag. I meane no money Gon. I cry you mercy I mistooke you much And she is far too stately for the Church Shee le lay her husbands Benefice on her back Euen in one gowne if she may haue her will Ra. In faith poore soule I pitty her a little Would she were lesse fayre or more fortunate Well I thinke long vntill I see my Morgan The gallant Prince of Cambria here arriue Gon. And so do I vntill the Cornwall King Present himselfe to consummate my ioyes Peace here commeth my father Enter Leir Perillus and others Leir Cease good my Lords and sue not to reuerse Our censure which is now irreuocable We haue dispatched letters of contract Vnto the Kings of Cambria and of Cornwall Our hand and seale will iustify no lesse Then do not so dishonour me my Lords As to make shipwrack of our kingly word I am as kind as is the Pellican That kils itselfe to saue her young ones liues And yet as ielous as the princely Eagle That kils her young ones if they-do but dazell Vpon the radiant splendor of the Sunne Enter Kings of Cornwall and Cambria Within this two dayes I expect their comming But in good time they are arriu'd already This haste of yours my Lords doth testify The feruent loue you beare vnto my daughters And think your selues as welcome to King Leir As euer Pryams children were to him Corn. My gracious Lord and father too I hope Pardon for that I made no greater haste But were my horse as swift as was my will I long ere this had seene your Maiesty Cam. No other scuse of absence can I frame C Then what my brother hath inform'd your Grace For our vndeserued welcome we do vowe Perpetually to rest at your commaund Corn. But you sweet Loue illustrious Gonorill The Regent and the Soueraigne of my soule Is Cornwall welcome to your Excellency Gon. As welcome as Leander was to Hero Or braue Aeneas to the Carthage Queene So and more welcome is your Grace to me Cam. O may my fortune proue no worse then his Since heauens do know my fancy is as much Deare Ragan say if welcome vnto thee All welcomes else will little comfort me Rag. As gold is welcome to the couetous eye As sleepe is welcome to the Traueller As is fresh water to sea-beaten men Or moystned showres vnto the parched ground Or any thing more welcomer then this So and more welcome louely Morgan is Leir What resteth then but that we consummate The celebration of these nuptiall Rites My Kingdome I do equally deuide Princes draw lots and take your chaunce as falles Then they draw lots These I resigne as freely vnto you As earst by true succession they were mine And here I do freely dispossesse my selfe And make you two my true adopted heyres My selfe will soiorne with my sonne of Cornwall And take me to my prayers and my beades I know my daughter Ragan will be sorry Because I do not spend my dayes with her Would I were able to be with both at once They are the kindest gyrles in Christendome Per. I haue bin silent all this while my Lord To see if any worthyer then my selfe Would once haue spoke in poore Cordellaes cause But loue or feare tyes silence to their toungs Oh heare me speake for her my gracious Lord Whose deeds haue not deseru'd this ruthlesse doome As thus to disinherit her of all Leir Vrge this no more and if thou loue thy life I say she is no daughter that doth scorne To tell her father how she loueth him Who euer speaketh hereof to mee agayne I will esteeme him for my mortall foe Come let vs in to celebrate vith ioy The happy Nuptialls of these louely payres Exeunt omnes manet Perillus Per. Ah who so blind as they that will not see The neere approch of their owne misery Poore Lady I extremely pitty her And whilest I liue eche drop of my heart blood Will I strayne forth to do her any good Exit Enter the Gallian King and Mumford disguised like Pilgrims Mum. My Lord how do you brook this Brittish ayre King My Lord I told you of this foolish humour And bound you to the contrary you know Mum. Pardon me for once my Lord I did forget King My Lord agayne then let 's haue nothing else And so be tane for spyes and then t is well Mum. Swounds I could bite my toung in two for angert For Gods sake name your selfe some proper name King Call me Trofillus I le call thee Denapoll Mum. Might I be made the Monarch of the world I could not hit vpon these names I sweare King Then call me Will I le call thee Iacke Mum. Well be it so for I haue wel deseru'd to be cal'd Iack King Stand close for here a Brittish Lady cōmeth Enter Cordella A fayrer creature ne're mine eyes beheld Cord. This is a day of ioy vnto my sisters Wherein they both are maried vnto Kings And I by byrth as worthy as themselues Am turnd into the world to seeke my fortune How

any did I thinke before He presently doth meane to send for you To be resolu'd of this tormenting doubt And looke whose answere pleaseth him the best They shall haue most vnto their marriages Ra. O that I had some pleasing Mermayds voyce For to inchaunt his sencelesse sences with Skal. For he supposeth that Cordella will Striuing to go beyond you in her loue Promise to do what euer he desires Then will he straight enioyne her for his sake The Hibernian King in marriage for to take This is the summe of all I haue to say Which being done I humbly take my leaue Not doubting but your wisdomes will foresee What course will best vnto your good agree Gon. Thanks gentle Skalliger thy kindnes vndeserued Shall not be vnrequited if we liue Exit Skalliger Ra. Now haue we fit occasion offred vs To be reueng'd vpon her vnperceyu'd Gon. Nay our reuenge we will inflict on her Shall be accounted piety in vs I will so flatter with my doting father As he was ne're so flattred in his life Nay I will say that if it be his pleasure To match me to a begger I will yeeld For why I know what euer I do say He meanes to match me with the Cornwall King Ra. I le say the like for I am well assured What e're I say to please the old mans mind Who dotes as if he were a child agayne I shall inioy the noble Cambrian Prince Only to feed his humour will suffice To say I am content with any one Whom hee le appoynt me this will please him more Then e're Apolloes musike pleased Ioue Gon. I smile to think in what a wofull plight Cordella will be when we answere thus For she will rather dye then giue consent To ioyne in marriage with the Irish King So will our father think she loueth him not Because she will not graunt to his desire Which we will aggrauate in such bitter termes That he will soone conuert his loue to hate For he you know is alwayes in extremes Rag. Not all the world could lay a better plot I long till it be put in practice Exeunt Enter Leir and Perillus Leir Perillus go seeke my daughters Will them immediately come and speak with me Per. I will my gracious Lord Exit Leir Oh what a combat feeles my panting heart Twixt childrens loue and care of Common weale How deare my daughters are vnto my soule None knowes but he that knowes my thoghts secret deeds Ah little do they know the deare regard Wherein I hold their future state to come When they securely sleepe on beds of downe These aged eyes do watch for their behalfe While they like wantons sport in youthfull toyes This throbbing heart is pearst with dire annoyes As doth the Sun excceed the smallest Starre So much the fathers loue exceeds the childs Yet my complaynts are causlesse for the world Affords not children more conformable And yet me thinks my mind presageth still I know not what and yet I feare some ill Enter Perillus with the three daughters Well here my daughters come me I haue found out A present meanes to rid me of this doubt Gon. Our royall Lord and father in all duty We come to know the tenour of your will Why you so hastily haue sent for vs Leir Deare Gonorill kind Ragan sweet Cordella B Ye florishing branches of a Kingly stocke Sprung from a tree that once did flourish greene Whose blossomes now are nipt with Winters frost And pale grym death doth wayt vpon my steps And summons me vnto his next Assizes Therefore deare daughters as ye tender the safety Of him that was the cause of your first being Resolue a doubt which much molests my mind Which of you three to me would proue most kind Which loues me most and which at my request Will soonest yeeld vnto their fathers hest Gon. I hope my gracious father makes no doubt Of any of his daughters loue to him Yet for my part to shew my zeale to you Which cannot be in windy words rehearst I prize my loue to you at such a rate I thinke my life inferiour to my loue Should you inioyne me for to tye a milstone About my neck and leape into the Sea At your commaund I willingly would doe it Yea for to doe you good I would ascend The highest Turret in all Brittany And from the top leape headlong to the ground Nay more should you appoynt me for to marry The meanest vassayle in the spacious world Without reply I would accomplish it In briefe commaund what euer you desire And if I fayle no fauour I require Leir O how thy words reuiue my dying soule Cor. O how I doe abhorre this flattery Leir But what sayth Ragan to her fathers will Rag. O that my simple vtterance could suffice To tell the true intention of my heart Which burnes in zeale of duty to your grace And neuer can be quench'd but by desire To shew the same in outward forwardnesse Oh that there were some other mayd that durst But make a challenge of her loue with me I de make her soone confesse she neuer loued Her father halfe so well as I doe you I then my deeds should proue in playner case How much my zeale aboundeth to your grace But for them all let this one meane suffice To ratify my loue before your eyes I haue right noble Suters to my loue No worse then Kings and happely I loue one Yet would you haue me make my choyce anew I de bridle fancy and be rulde by you Leir Did neuer Philomel sing so sweet a note Cord. Did neuer flatterer tell so false a tale Leir Speak now Cordalla make my ioyes at full And drop downe Nectar from thy hony lips Cor. I cannot paynt my duty forth in words I hope my deeds shall make report for me But looke what loue the child doth owe the father The same to you I beare my gracious Lord Gon. Here is an answere answerlesse indeed Were you my daughter I should scarcely brooke it Rag. Dost thou not blush proud Peacock as thou art To make our father such a slight reply Leir Why how now Minion are you growne so proud Doth our deare loue make you thus peremptory What is your loue become so small to vs As that you scorne to tell vs what it is Do you loue vs as euery child doth loue Their father True indeed as some Who by disobedience short their fathers dayes And so would you some are so father-sick That they make meanes to rid them from the world And so would you some are indifferent Whether their aged parents liue or dye And so are you But didst thou know proud gyrle What care I had to foster thee to this Ah then thou wouldst say as thy sisters do Our life is lesse then loue we owe to you Cord. Deare father do not so mistake my words Nor my playne meaning be misconstrued My toung was neuer vsde to flattery Gon. You were not best

Messenger doth stay Whom we dispatcht for Cambria so long since If that his answere do not please vs well And be do shew good reason for delay I le teach him how to dally with his King And to detayne vs in such long suspence Gon. My Lord I thinke the reason may be this My father meanes to come along with him And therefore t is his pleasure he shall stay For to attend vpon him on the way Corn. It may be so and therfore till I know The truth thereof I will suspend my iudgement Enter Seruant Ser. And 't like your Grace there is an Ambassador Arriued from Gallia and craues admittance to your Maiesty Corn. From Gallia what should his message Hither import is not your father happely Gone thither well whatsoere it be Bid him come in he shall haue audience Enter Ambassador What newes from Gallia speake Ambassador Am. The noble King and Queene of Gallia first salutes By me their honourable father my Lord Leir Next they commend them kindly to your Graces As those whose wellfare they intirely wish Letters I haue to deliuer to my Lord Leir And presents too if I might speake with him Gon. If you might speak with him why do you thinke We are afrayd that you should speake with him Am. Pardon me Madam for I thinke not so But say so only cause he is not here Corn. Indeed my friend vpon some vrgent cause He is at this time absent from the Court But if a day or two you here repose T is very likely you shall haue him here Or else haue certayne notice where he is Gon. Are not we worthy to receiue your message Am. I had in charge to do it to himselfe Gon. It may be then 't will not be done in haste to herselfe How doth my sister brooke the ayre of Fraunce Am. Exceeding well and neuer sicke one houre Since first she set her foot vpon the shore Gon. I am the more sorry Am. I hope not so Madam Gon. Didst thou not say that she was euer sicke Since the first houre that she arriued there Amb. No Madam I sayd quite contrary Gon. Then I mistooke thee Corn. Then she is merry if she haue her health Am. Oh no her griefe exceeds vntill the time That she be reconcil'd vnto her father Gon. God continue it Am. What Madam Gon. Why her health Am. Amen to that but God release her griefe And send her father in a better mind Then to continue alwayes so vnkind Corn. I le be a mediator in her cause And seeke all meanes to expiat his wrath Am. Madam I hope your Grace will do the like Gon. Should I be a meane to exasperate his wrath Against my sister whom I loue so deare no no Am. To expiate or mittigate his wrath For he hath misconceyued without a cause Gon. O I what else Am. T is pity it should be so would it were other wise Gon. It were great pity it should be otherwise Am. Then how Madam Gon. Then that they should be reconcilde againe Am. It shewes you beare an honourable mind Con. It shewes thy vnderstanding to be blind Speakes to her selfe And that thou hadst need of an interpreter Well I will know thy message ere 't be long And find a meane to crosse it if I can Corn. Come in my friend and frolick in our Court Till certayne notice of my father come Exeunt Enter Leir and Perillus Per. My Lord you are vp to day before your houre T is newes to you to be abroad so rathe Leir T is newes indeed I am so extreme heauy That I can scarcely keepe my eye-lids open Per. And so am I but I impute the cause To rising sooner then we vse to do Leir Hither my daughter meanes to come disguis'd I le sit me downe and read vntill she come Pull out a booke and sit downe Per. Shee le not be long I warrant you my Lord But say a couple of these they call good fellowes Should step out of a hedge and set vpon vs We were in good case for to answere them Leir 'T were not for vs to stand vpon our hands Per. I feare we scant should stand vpon our legs But how should we do to defend our selues Leir Euen pray to God to blesse vs frō their hands For feruent prayer much ill hap withstands Per. I le sit and pray with you for company Yet was I ne're so heauy in my life They fall both asleepe Enter the Messenger or murtherer with two daggers in his hands Mess. Were it not a mad iest lest two or three of my professiō should meet me and lay me downe in a ditch and play robbe thiefe with me perforce take my gold away from me whilest I act this stratagem and by this meanes the gray beards should escape Fayth when I were at liberty againe I would make no more to do but go to the next tree and there hang my selfe See them and start But stay me thinks my youthes are here already And with pure zeale haue prayed themselues asleepe I thinke they know to what intent they came And are prouided for another world He takes their bookes away Now could I stab them brauely while they sleepe And in a maner put them to no payne And doing so I shewed them mighty friendship For feare of death is worse then death it selfe But that my sweet Queene will'd me for to shew This letter to them ere I did the deed Masse they begin to stirre I le stand aside So shall I come vpon them vnawares They wake and rise Leir I maruell that my daughter stayes so long Per. I feare we did mistake the place my Lord Leir God graunt we do not miscarry in the place I had a short nap but so full of dread As much amazeth me to think thereof Per. Feare not my Lord dreames are but fantasies And slight imaginations of the brayne Mes. Perswade him so but I le make him and you Confesse that dreames do often proue too true Per. I pray my Lord what was the effect of it I may go neere to gesse what it pretends Mes. Leaue that to me I will expound the dreame Leir Me thought my daughters Gonorill Ragan Stood both before me with such grim aspects Eche brandishing a Faulchion in their hand Ready to lop a lymme off where it fell And in their other hands a naked poynyard Wherwith they stabd me in a hundred places And to their thinking left me there for dead But then my youngest daughter fayre Cordella Came with a boxe of Balsome in her hand And powred it into my bleeding wounds By whose good meanes I was recouered well In perfit health as earst I was before And with the feare of this I did awake And yet for feare my feeble ioynts quake Mes. I le make you quake for something presently Stand Stand They reele Leir We do my friend although with much adoe Mes. Deliuer deliuer Per. Deliuer vs good Lord from such as

the first I should relate the cause 'T would make a heart of Adamant to weepe And thou poore soule kind-hearted as thou art Dost weepe already ere I do begin Cor. For Gods loue tell it and when you haue done I le tell the reason why I weepe so soone Leir The know this first I am a Brittayne borne and had three daughters by one louing wife And though I say it of beauty they were sped Especially the youngest of the three For her perfections hardly matcht could be On these I doted with a ielous loue And thought to try which of them lou'd me best By asking them which would do most for me The first and second flattred me with words And vowd they lou'd me better then their liues The youngest sayd she loued me as a child Might dō her answere I esteem'd most vild And presently in an outragious mood I turnd her from me to go sinke or swym And all I had euen to the very clothes I gaue in dowry with the other two And she that best deseru'd the greatest share I gaue her nothing but disgrace and care Now mark the sequell When I had done thus I soiourned in my eldest daughters house Where for a time I was intreated well And liu'd in state sufficing my content But euery day her kindnesse did grow cold Which I with patience put vp well ynough And seemed not to see the things I saw But at the last she grew so far incenst With moody fury and with causlesse hate That in most vild and contumelious termes She bade me pack and harbour some where else Then was I fayne for refuge to repayre Vnto my other daughter for reliefe Who gaue me pleasing and most courteous words But in her actions shewed her selfe so sore As neuer any daughter did before She prayd me in a morning out betime To go to a thicket two miles from the Court Poynting that there she would come talke with me There she had set a shaghayrd murdring wretch To massacre my honest friend and me Then iudge your selfe although my tale be briefe If euer man had greater cause of griefe King Nor neuer like impiety was done Since the creation of the world begun Leir And now I am constraind to seeke reliefe Of her to whom I haue bin so vnkind Whose censure if it do award me death I must confesse she payes me but my due But if she shew a louing daughters part It comes of God and her not my desert Cor. No doubt she will I dare be sworne she will Leir How know you that not knowing what she is Cor. My selfe a father haue a great way hence Vsde me as ill as euer you did her Yet that his reuerend age I once might see I de creepe along to meet him on my knee Leir O no mens children are vnkind but mine Cor. Condemne not all because of others crime But looke deare father looke behold and see Thy louing daughter speaketh vnto thee She kneeles Leir O stand thou vp it is my part to kneele And aske forgiuenesse for my former faults he kneeles Cor. O if you wish I should inioy my breath Deare father rise or I receiue my death he riseth Leir Then I will rise to satisfy your mind But kneele againe til pardon be resignd he kneeles Cor. I pardon you the word beseemes not me But I do say so for to ease your knee You gaue me life you were the cause that I Am what I am who else had neuer bin Leir But you gaue life to me and to my friend Whose dayes had else had an vntimely end Cor You brought me vp when as I was but young And far vnable for to helpe my selfe Leir I cast thee forth when as thou wast but young And far vnable for to helpe thy selfe Cor. God world and nature say I do you wrong That can indure to see you kneele so long King Let me breake off this louing controuersy Which doth reioyce my very soule to see Good father rise she is your louing daughter He riseth And honours you with as respectiue duty As if you were the Monarch of the world Cor. But I will neuer rise from off my knee She kneeles Vntill I haue your blessing and your pardon Of all my faults committed any way From my first birth vnto this present day Leir The blessing which the God of Abraham gaue Vnto the trybe of Iuda light on thee And multiply thy dayes that thou mayst see Thy childrens children prosper after thee Thy faults which are iust none that I do know God pardon on high and I forgiue below she riseth Cor. Now is my heart at quiet and doth leape Within my brest for ioy of this good hap And now deare father welcome to our Court And welcome kind Perillus vnto me Myrrour of vertue and true honesty Leir O he hath bin the kindest friend to me That euer man had in aduersity Per. My toung doth faile to say what heart doth think I am so rauisht with exceeding ioy King All you haue spoke now let me speak my mind And in few words much matter here conclude he kneeles If ere my heart do harbour any ioy Or true content repose within my brest Till I haue rooted out this viperous sect And repossest my father of his Crowne Let me be counted for the periurdst man That euer spake word since the world began rise Mum. Let me pray to that neuer pray'd before Mumford kneeles If ere I resalute the Brittish earth As ere 't be long I do presume I shall And do returne from thence without my wench Let me be gelded for my recompence rise King Come let 's to armes for to redresse this wrong Till I am there me thinks the time seemes long Exeunt Enter Ragan sola Rag. I feele a hell of conscience in my brest Tormenting me with horrour for my fact I And makes me in an agony of doubt For feare the world should find my dealing out The slaue whom I appoynted for the act I ne're set eye vpon the peasant since O could I get him for to make him sure My doubts would cease and I should rest secure But if the old men with perswasiue words Haue sau'd their liues and made him to relent Then are they fled vnto the Court of Fraunce And like a Trumpet manifest my shame A shame on these white-liuerd slaues say I That with fayre words so soone are ouercome O God that I had bin but made a man Or that my strength were equall with my will These foolish men are nothing but meere pity And melt as butter doth against the Sun Why should they haue preeminence ouer vs Since we are creatures of more braue resolue I sweare I am quite out of charity With all the heartlesse men in Christendome A poxe vpon them when they are affrayd To giue a stab or slit a paltry Wind-pipe Which are so easy matters to be done Well had I thought the slaue would serue me so My selfe would haūe