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

THE SCOTTISH Historie of Iames the fourth slaine at Flodden Entermixed with a pleasant Comedie presented by Oboram King of Fayeries As it hath bene sundrie times publikely plaide Written by Robert Greene Maister of Arts Omne tulit punctum LONDON Printed by Thomas Creede 1598 THE SCOTTISH Hystorie of Iames the fourth slaine at Flodden Musicke playing within Enter After Oberō King of Fayries an Antique who dance about a Tombe plac'st conueniently on the Stage out of the which suddainly starts vp as they daunce Bohan a Scot attyred like a ridstall man from whom the Antique flyes Oberon Manet Bohan AY say what 's thou Oberon Thy friend Bohan Bohan What wot I or reck I that whay guid man I reck no friend nor ay reck no foe al 's ene to me git the ganging and trouble not may whayet or ays gar the recon me nene of thay friend by the mary masse sall I Ober. Why angrie Scot I visit thee for loue then what mooues thee to wroath Bohan The deele awhit reck I thy loue For I knowe too well that true loue tooke her flight twentie winter sence to heauen whither till ay can wee le I wot ay sal nere finde loue an thou lou'st me leaue me to my selfe But what were those Puppits that hopt and skipt about me year whayle Oberon My subiects Boh. Thay subiects whay art thou a King Ober. I am Bohan The deele thou art whay thou look'st not so big as the king of Clubs nor so sharpe as the king of Spades nor so faine as the king Adaymonds be the masse ay take thee to bee the king of false harts therfore I rid thee away or ayse so curry your Kingdome that yous be glad to runne to saue your life Ober. Why stoycall Scot do what thou dar'st to me heare is my brest strike Boh. Thou wilt not threap me this whiniard has gard many better mē to lope thē thou but how now Gos sayds what wilt not out whay thou wich thou deele gads fute may whiniard Ober. Why pull man but what an twear out how then Boh. This then thou weart best begon first for I yl so lop thy lyms that thouse go with half a knaues carkasse to the deele Ober. Draw it out now strike foole canst thou not Boh. Bread ay gad what deele is in me whay tell mee thou skipiack what art thou Ober. Nay first tell me what thou wast from thy birth what thou hast past hitherto why thou dwellest in a Tombe leauest the world and then I will release thee of these bonds before not Boh. And not before then needs must needs sal I was borne a gentleman of the best bloud in all Scotland except the king when time brought me to age and death tooke my parents I became a Courtier where though ay list not praise my selfe ay engraued the memory of Boughon on the skin-coate of some of them and reueld with the proudest Ober. But why liuing in such reputation didst thou leaue to be a Courtier Boh. Because my pride was vanitie my expence losse my reward faire words and large promises my hopes spilt for that after many yeares seruice one outran me and what the deele should I then do there No no flattering knaues that can cog and prate fastest speede best in the Court Ober. To what life didst thou then betake thee Boh. I then chang'd the Court for the countrey and the wars for a wife but I found the craft of swaines more vile then the knauery of courtiers the charge of children more heauie then seruants and wiues tongues worse then the warres it selfe and therefore I gaue ore that went to the Citie to dwell there I kept a great house with smal cheer but all was nere the neere Ober. And why Boh. because in seeking friends I found table guests to eate me my meat my wiues gossops to bewray the secrets of my heart kindred to betray the effect of my life which when I noted the court ill the country worse and the citie worst of all in good time my wife died ay wood she had died twentie winter sooner by the masse leauing my two sonnes to the world and shutting my selfe into this Tombe where if I dye I am sure I am safe from wilde beasts but whilest I liue cannot be free frō ill companie Besides now I am sure gif all my friends faile me I sall haue a graue of mine owne prouiding this is all Now what art thou Ober. Oberon King of Fayries that loues thee because thou hatest the world and to gratulate thee I brought those Antiques to shew thee some sport in daunsing which thou haste loued well Bohan Ha ha ha thinkest thou those puppits can please me whay I haue two sonnes that with one scottish gigge shall breake the necke of thy Antiques Ober. That would I faine see Boha. Why thou shalt howe boyes Enter Slipper and Nano Haud your clacks lads trattle not for thy life but gather vppe your legges and daunce me forthwith a gigge worth the sight Slip. Why I must talk on Idy fort wherfore was my tongue made Boha. Prattle an thou darst ene word more and ais dab this whiniard in thy wembe Ober. Be quiet Bohan I le strike him dumbe and his brother too their talk shal not hinder our gyg fall to it dance I say mā Boh. Dance Humer dance ay rid thee The two dance a gig deuised for the nonst Now get you to the wide world with more thē my father gaue me that 's learning enough both kindes knauerie honestie and that I gaue you spend at pleasure Ober. Nay for their sport I will giue them this gift to the Dwarfe I giue a quicke witte prettie of body and a warrant his preferment to a Princes seruice where by his wisdome he shall gaine more loue then cōmon And to loggerhead your sonne I giue a wandering life and promise he shall neuer lacke and auow that if in all distresses he call vpon me to helpe him now let them go Exeunt with curtesies Boh. Now King if thou bee a King I will shew thee whay I hate the world by demonstration in the yeare 1520. was in Scotland a king ouerruled with parasites misled by lust many circumstances too long to trattle on now much like our court of Scotland this day that story haue I set down gang with me to the gallery I le shew thee the same in Action by guid fellowes of our country men and then when thou seest that iudge if any wise man would not leaue the world if he could Ober. That will I see lead and I le follow thee Exeunt Laus Deo detur in Eternum Enter the King of England the King of Scots Dorithe his Queen the Countesse Lady Ida with other Lords And Ateukin with them aloofe Actus primus Scena prima K. of Scots BRother of England since our neighboring land And neare alliance doth inuite our loues The

more I think vpon our last accord The more I greeue your suddaine parting hence First lawes of friendship did confirme our peace Now both the seale of faith and marriage bed The name of father and the style of friend These force in me affection full confirmd So that I greeue and this my heartie griefe The heauens record the world may witnesse well To loose your presence who are now to me A father brother and a vowed friend K. of Eng. Link all these louely stiles good king in one And since thy griefe exceeds in my depart I leaue my Dorithea to enioy thy whole compact Loues and plighted vowes Brother of Scotland this is my ioy my life Her fathers honour and her Countries hope Her mothers comfort and her husbands blisse I tell thee king in louing of my Doll Thou bindst her fathers heart and all his friends In bands of loue that death cannot dissolue K. of Scots Nor can her father loue her like to me My liues light and the comfort of my soule Faire Dorithea that wast Englands pride Welcome to Scotland and in signe of loue Lo I inuest thee with the Scottish Crowne Nobles and Ladies stoupe vnto your Queene And Trumpets sound that Heralds may proclaime Faire Dorithea peerlesse Queene of Scots All Long liue and prosper our faire Q. of Scots Enstall and Crowne her Dor. Thanks to the king of kings for my dignity Thanks to my father that prouides so carefully Thanks to my Lord and husband for this honor And thanks to all that loue their King and me All Long liue faire Dorithea our true Queene K. of E. Long shine the sun of Scotland in her pride Her fathers comfort and faire Scotlands Bride But Dorithea since I must depart And leaue thee from thy tender mothers charge Let me aduise my louely daughter first What best befits her in a forraine land Liue Doll for many eyes shall looke on thee Haue care of honor and the present state For she that steps to height of Maiestie Is euen the marke whereat the enemy aimes Thy vertues shall be construed to vice Thine affable discourse to abiect minde If coy detracting tongues will call thee proud Be therefore warie in this slippery state Honour thy husband loue him as thy life Make choyce of friends as Eagles of their yoong Who sooth no vice who flatter not for gaine But loue such friends as do the truth maintaine Thinke on these lessons when thou art alone And thou shalt liue in health when I am gone Dor. I will engraue these preceps in my heart And as the wind with calmnesse woes you hence Euen so I wish the heauens in all mishaps May blesse my father with continuall grace K. of E. Then son farwell the fauouring windes inuites vs to Long circumstance in taking princely leaues Is more officious then conuenient Brother of Scotland loue me in my childe You greet me well if so you will her good K. of Sc. Then louely Doll and all that fauor me Attend to see our English friends at sea Let all their charge depend vpon my purse They are our neighbors by whose kind accord We dare attempt the proudest Potentate Onely faire Countesse and your daughter stay With you I haue some other thing to say Exeunt all saue the King the Countesse Ida Ateukin in all royaltie K. of S. So let them tryumph that haue cause to ioy But wretched King thy nuptiall knot is death Thy Bride the breeder of thy Countries ill For thy false heart dissenting from thy hand Misled by loue hast made another choyce Another choyce euen when thou vowdst thy soule To Dorithea Englands choysest pride O then thy wandring eyes bewitcht thy heart Euen in the Chappell did thy fancie change When periur'd man though faire Doll had thy hand The Scottish Idaes bewtie stale thy heart Yet feare and loue hath tyde thy readie tongue From blabbing forth the passions of thy minde Lest fearefull silence haue in suttle lookes Bewrayd the treason of my new vowd loue Be faire and louely Doll but here 's the prize That lodgeth here and entred through mine eyes Yet how so ere I loue I must be wise Now louely Countesse what reward or grace May I imploy on you for this your zeale And humble honors done vs in our Court In entertainment of the English King Countesse It was of dutie Prince that I haue done And what in fauour may content me most Is that it please your grace to giue me leaue For to returne vnto my Countrey home K. of Scots But louely Ida is your mind the same Ida. I count of Court my Lord as wise men do T is fit for those that knowes what longs thereto Each person to his place the wise to Art The Cobler to his clout the Swaine to Cart K. of Sc. But Ida you are faire and bewtie shines And seemeth best where pomp her pride refines Ida. If bewtie as I know there 's none in me Were sworne my loue and I his life should be The farther from the Court I were remoued The more I thinke of heauen I were beloued K. of Scots And why Ida. Because the Court is counted Venus net Where gifts and vowes for stales are often set None be she chaste as Vesta but shall meete A curious toong to charme her eares with sweet K. of Scots Why Ida then I see you set at naught The force of loue Ida. In sooth this is my thoght most gratious king That they that little proue Are mickle blest from bitter sweets of loue And wee le I wot I heard a shepheard sing That like a Bee Loue hath a little sting He lurkes in flowres he pearcheth on the trees He on Kings pillowes bends his prettie knees The Boy is blinde but when he will not spie He hath a leaden foote and wings to flie Beshrow me yet for all these strange effects If I would like the Lad that so infects K. of Scots Rare wit fair face what hart could more desire But Doll is faire and doth concerne thee neere Let Doll be faire she is wonne but I must woe And win faire Ida there 's some choyce in two But Ida thou art coy Ida. And why dread King K. of Scots In that you will dispraise so sweet A thing as loue had I my wish Ida. What then K. of Scots Then would I place his arrow here His bewtie in that face Ida. And were Apollo moued and rulde by me His wisedome should be yours and mine his tree K. of Scots But here returnes our traine Welcome faire Doll how fares our father is he shipt and gone Enters the traine backe Dor. My royall father is both shipt and gone God and faire winds direct him to his home K. of Sc. Amen say I wold thou wert with him too Then might I haue a fitter time to woo But Countesse you would be gone therfore farwell Yet Ida if thou wilt stay thou behind To accompany my Queene But if thou like