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
amend and I will loue him still Shou'd we disdaine our vines because they sprout Before their time or young men if they straine Beyōd their reach no vines that bloome and spread Do promise fruites and young men that are wilde In age growe wise my freendes and Scottish Peeres If that an English Princesse may preuaile Stay stay with him lo how my zealous prayer Is plead with teares fie Peeres will you hence S. And. Madam t is vertue in your grace to plead But we that see his vaine vntoward course Cannot but flie the fire before it burne And shun the Court before we see his fall Doro. Wil you not stay they Lordings fare you well Tho you forsake your King the heauens I hope Will fauour him through mine incessant prayer Dwar. Content you Madam thus old Ouid sings T is foolish to bewaile recurelesse things Dorothea Peace Dwarffe these words my patience moue Dwar. All tho you charme my speech charme not my loue Exeunt Nano Dorothea Enter the King of Scots Arius the nobles spying him returnes K. of S. Douglas how now why changest thou thy cheere Dougl. My priuate troubles are so great my liege As I must craue your licence for a while For to intend mine owne affaires at home Exit King You may depart but why is Morton sad Mor. The like occasion doth import me too So I desire your grace to giue me leaue K. of S. Well sir you may betake you to your ease When such grim syrs are gone I see no let To worke my will S. Atten. What like the Eagle then With often flight wilt thou thy feathers loose O King canst thou indure to see thy Court Of finest wits and Iudgements dispossest Whilst cloking craft with soothing climbes so high As each bewailes ambition is so bad Thy father left thee with estate and Crowne A learned councell to direct thy Court These carelessie O King thou castest off To entertaine a traine of Sicophants Thou well mai'st see although thou wilt not see That euery eye and eare both sees and heares The certaine signes of thine inconstinence Thou art alyed vnto the English King By marriage a happie friend indeed If vsed well if not a mightie foe Thinketh your grace he can indure and brooke To haue a partner in his daughters loue Thinketh your grace the grudge of priuie wrongs Will not procure him chaunge his smiles to threats Oh be not blinde to good call home your Lordes Displace these flattering Gnatoes driue them hence Loue and with kindnesse take your wedlocke wife Or else which God forbid I feare a change Sinne cannot thriue in courts without a plague K. of S. Go pack thou too vnles thou mēd thy talk On paine of death proud Bishop get you gone Vnlesse you headlesse mean to hoppe away 8. Atten. Thou god of heauē preuent my countries fall Exeunt K. of S. These staies and lets to pleasure plague my thoughts Forcing my greeuous wounds a new to bleed But care that hath transported me so farre Faire Ida is disperst in thought of thee Whose answere yeeldes me life or breeds my death Yond comes the messenger of weale or woe Enter Gnate Ateukin What newes Ateu. The adament o King will not be filde But by it selfe and beautie that exceeds By some exeeding fauour must be wrought Ida is coy as yet and doth repine Obiecting marriage honour feare and death Shee 's holy wise and too precise for me K. of S. Are these thy fruites of wits thy sight in Art Thine eloquence thy pollicie thy drift To mocke thy Prince thē catiue packe thee hence Art And let me die deuoured in my loue Ateu. Good Lord how rage gainsayeth reasons power My deare my gracious and beloued Prince The essence of my sute my God on earth Sit downe and rest your selfe appease your wrath Least with a frowne yee wound me to the death Oh that I were included in my graue That eyther now to saue my Princes life Must counsell crueltie or loose my King K. of S. Why sirrha is there meanes to mooue her minde Ateu. Oh should I not offend my royall liege K. of S. Tell all spare nought so I may gaine my loue Ateu. Alasse my soule why art thou torne in twaine For feare thou talke a thing that should displease K. of S. Tur speake what so thou wilt I pardon thee Ateu. How kinde a word how courteous is his grace Who would not die to succour such a king My liege this louely mayde of modest minde Could well incline to loue but that shee feares Faire Dorotheas power your grace doth know Your wedlocke is a mightie let to loue Were Ida sure to bee your wedded wife That then the twig would bowe you might command Ladies loue presents pompe and high estate K. of S. Ah Ateukin how shuld we display this let Ateu. Tut mightie Prince oh that I might bee whist K. of S. Why dalliest thou Ateu. I will not mooue my Prince I will preferre his safetie before my life Heare mee ô king t is Dorotheas death Must do you good K. of S. What murther of my Queene Yet to enioy my loue what is my Queene Oh but my vowe and promise to my Queene I but my hope to gaine a fairer Queene With how contrarious thoughts am I with drawne Why linger I twixt hope and doubtfull feare If Dorothe die will Ida loue Ateu. Shee will my Lord K. of S. Then let her die Deuise aduise the meanes Al likes me wel that lends me hope in loue Ateu. What will your grace consent then let mee worke There 's heere in Court a Frenchman Iaques calde A fit performer of our enterprise Whom I by gifts and promise will corrupt To slaye the Queene so that your grace will seale A warrant for the man to saue his life K. of S. Nought shall he want write thou and I wil signe And gentle Gnato if my Ida yeelde Thou shalt haue what thou wilt I le giue the straight A Barrony an Earledome for reward Ateu. Frolicke young king the Lasse shall bee your owne I le make her blyth and wanton by my wit Exeunt Enter Bohan with Obiron 3. Act Boh. So Oberon now it beginnes to worke in kinde The auncient Lords by leauing him aliue Disliking of his humors and respight Le ts him run headlong till his flatterers Sweeting his thoughts of lucklesse lust With vile perswations and alluring words Makes him make way by murther to his will Iudge faire king hast heard a greater ill Ober. Nor send more vertue in a countrie mayd I tell the Bohan it doth make me merrie To thinke the deeds the king meanes to performe Boha. To change that humour stand and see the rest I trow my sonne Slipper will shewes a iest Enter Slipper with a companion bog or wench dauncing a hornpipe and daunce out againe Boha. Now after this beguiling of our thoughts And changing them from sad to better glee Le ts to our sell and sit and
withstand Do. And I will seeke for rescue out of hand Run Nano runne preuent thy Princes death Na. Feare not I le run all danger out of breath Iaq. Ah you calletta you strumpet ta Matressa Doretie este vous surprius come say your pater noster car vous est mort par ma foy Do. Callet me strumpet Catiue as thou art But euen a Princesse borne who scorne thy threats Shall neuer French man say an English mayd Of threats of forraine force will be afraid Iaq. You no dire vostre prieges vrbleme merchants famme guarda your bresta there me make you die on my morglay Doro. God sheeld me haplesse princes and a wife They fight and shee is sore wounded And saue my soule altho I loose my life Ah I am slaine some piteous power repay This murtherers cursed deed that doth me slay Iaq. Elle est tout mort me will runne pur a wager for feare me be surpryes and pendu for my labour Be in Ie meu alera au roy auy cits me affaires Ie serra vn chiualier for this daies trauaile Exit Enter Nano S. Cutbert Anderson his sword drawne S. Cutb. Where is this poore distressed gentleman Nano Here laid on ground and wounded to the death Ah gentle heart how are these beautious lookes Dimd by the tyrant cruelties of death Oh wearie soule breake thou from forth my brest And ioyne thee with the soule I honoured most S. Cut. Leaue mourning friend the man is yet aliue Some helpe me to conuey him to my house There will I see him carefully recured And send priuie search to catch the murtherer Nano The God of heauen reward the curteous knight Exeunt And they beare out Dorothea Enter the King of Scots laques Ateukin Andrew Iaques running with his swoord one way the King with his traine an other way K. of S. Stay Iaques feare not sheath thy murthering blade Loe here thy King and friends are come abroad To saue thee from the terrors of pursuite What is she dead Iaq. Wee Monsieur elle is blesse per lake teste ouesles espanles I warrant she no trouble you Ateu. Oh then my liege how happie art thou growne How fauoured of the heauens and blest by loue Mee thinkes I see faire Ida in thine armes Crauing remission for her late attempt Mee thinke I see her blushing steale a kisse Vniting both your soules by such a sweete And you my King suck Nectar from her lips Why then delaies your grace to gaine the rest You long desired why loose we forward time Write make me spokesman now vow marriage If she deny your fauour let me die Andr. Mightie and magnificent potentate giue credence to mine honorable good Lord for I heard the Midwife sweare at his natiuitie that the Faieries gaue him the propertie of the Thracian stone for who toucheth it is exempted from griefe and he that heareth my Maisters counsell is alreadie possessed of happinesse nay which is more myraculous as the Noble man in his infancie lay in his Cradle a swarme of Bees laid honey on his lippes in token of his eloquence For melle dulcier fluit oratio Ateu. Your grace must beare with imperfections This is exceeding loue that makes him speake K. of S. Ateukin I am rauisht in conceit And yet deprest againe with earnest thoughts Me thinkes this murther soundeth in mine eare A threatning noyse of dire and sharp reuenge I am incenst with greefe yet faine would ioy What may I do to end me of these doubts Ateu. Why Prince it is no murther in a King To end an others life to saue his owne For you are not as common people bee Who die and perish with a fewe mans teares But if you faile the state doth whole default The Realme is rent in twaine in such a losse And Aristotle holdeth this for true Of euills needs we must chuse the least Then better were it that a woman died Then all the helpe of Scotland should be blent T is pollicie my liege in euerie state To cut off members that disturbe the head And by corruption generation growes And contraries maintaine the world and state K. of S. Enough I am confirmed Ateukin come Rid me of loue and rid me of my greefe Driue thou the tyrant from this tainted brest Then may I triumph in the height of ioy Go to mine Ida tell her that I vowe To raise her head and make her honours great Go to mine Ida tell her that her haires Sal be embollished with orient pearles And Crownes of Saphyrs compassing her browes Shall weare with those sweete beauties of her eyes Go to mine Ida tell her that my soule Shall keepe her semblance closed in my brest And I in touching of her milke-white mould Will thinke me deified in such a grace I like no stay go write and I will signe Reward me Iaques giue him store of Crowne And sirrha Andrew scout thou here in Court And bring me tydings if thou canst perceiue The least intent of muttering in my traine For either those that wrong thy Lord or thee Shall suffer death Exit the King Ateu. How much ô mightie king Is thy Ateukin bound to honour thee Bowe thee Andrew bend thine sturdie knees Seest thou not here thine onely God on earth Iaq. Mes on est mon argent Signior Ateu. Come follow me his graue I see is made That thus on suddain he hath left vs here Come Iaques we wil haue our packet soone dispatcht And you shall be my mate vpon the way Iaq. Come vous plera Monsieur Exeunt Andr. Was neuer such a world I thinke before When sinners seeme to daunce within a net The flatterer and the murtherer they grow big By hooke of crooke promotion now is sought In such a world where men are so missed What should I do but as the Prouerbe saith Runne with the Hare and hunt with the Hound To haue two meanes beseemes a wittie man Now here in Court I may aspire and clime By subtiltie for my maisters death And if that faile well fare an other drift I will in secret certaine letters send Vnto the English King and let him know The order of his daughters ouer throw That if my maister crack his credit here As I am sure long flattery cannot hold I may haue meanes within the English Court To scape the scourge that waits on bad aduice Exit Chorus Enter Bohan and Obiron Ober. Beleue me bonny Scot these strange euents Are passing pleasing may they end as well Boha. Else say that Bohan hath a barren skull If better motions yet then any past Do not more glee to make the fairie greet But my small son made prittie hansome shift To saue the Queene his Mistresse by his speed Obiro. Yea you Ladie for his sport he made Shall see when least he hopes I le stand his friend Or else hee capers in a halters end Boha. What hang my son I trowe not Obiran I le rather die then see him woe
forsworne I practis'd Dorotheas haplesse death And by this practise haue commenst a warre Oh cursed race of men that traficque guile And in the end themselues and kings beguile A shamde to looke vpon my Prince againe A shamde of my suggestions and aduise A shamde of life a shamde that I haue erde I le hide my selfe expecting for my shame Thus God doth worke with those that purchase fame By flattery and make their Prince their gaine Exeunt Enter the King of England Lord Percey Samles and others Arius Thus farre the English Peeres haue we displayde Our wauing Ensignes with a happy warre Thus neerely hath our furious rage reuengde My daughters death vpon the traiterous Scot And now before Dambar our campe is pitcht Which if it yeeld not to our compremise The place shall furrow where the pallace stood And furie shall enuy so high a power That mercie shall bee bannisht from our swords Doug. What seekes the English King Arius Scot open those gates and let me enter in Submit thy selfe and thine vnto my grace Or I will put each mothers sonne to death And lay this Cittie leuell with the ground Doug. For what offence for what default of ours Art thou incenst so sore against our state Can generous hearts in nature bee so sterne To pray on those that neuer did offend What tho the Lyon king of brutish race Through outrage sinne shall lambes be therefore slaine Or is it lawfull that the humble die Because the mightie do gainsay the right O English King thou bearest in thy brest The King of beasts that harmes not yeelding ones The Roseall crosse is spred within thy field A signe of peace not of reuenging warre Be gracious then vnto this little towne And tho we haue withstood thee for a while To shew alleageance to our liefest liege Yet since wee know no hope of any helpe Take vs to mercie for wee yeeld our selues Ari. What shall I enter then and be your Lord Doug. We will submit vs to the English king They descend downe open the gates and humble them Arius Now life and death dependeth on my sword This hand now reard my Douglas if I list Could part thy head and shoulders both in twaine But since I see thee wise and olde in yeares True to thy king and faithfull in his warres Liue thou and thine Dambar is too too small To giue an entrance to the English king I Eaglelike disdaine these little foules And looke on none but those that dare resist Enter your towne as those that liue by me For others that resist kill forrage spoyle Mine English souldiers as you loue your king Reuenge his daughters death and do me right Exeunt Enter the Lawyer the Merchant and the Diuine Lawyer My friends what thinke you of this present state Were euer seene such changes in a time The manners and the fashions of this age Are like the Ermine skinne so full of spots As soone may the Moore bee washed white Then these corruptions bannisht from this Realme Merch. What sees mas Lawyer in this state amisse Law A wresting power that makes a nose of wax Of grounded lawe a damde and subtile drift In all estates to clime by others losse An eager thrift of wealth forgetting trueth Might I ascend vnto the highest states And by discent discouer euery crime My friends I should lament and you would greeue To see the haplesse ruines of this Realme Diu. O Lawyer thou haste curious eyes to prie Into the secrets maimes of their estate But if thy vaile of error were vnmaskt Thy selfe should see your sect do maime her most Are you not those that should maintaine the peace Yet onely are the patrones of our strife If your profession haue his ground and spring First from the lawes of God then countriees right Not any waies inuerting natures power Why thriue you by contentions Why deuise you Clawses and subtile reasons to except Our state was first before you grew so great A Lanterne to the world for vnitie Now they that are befriended and are rich Or presse the poore come Homer without quoine He is not heard What shall we terme this drift To say the poore mans cause is good and iust And yet the rich man gaines the best in lawe It is your guise the more the world laments To quoine Prouisoes to beguile your lawes To make a gay pretext of due proceeding When you delay your common pleas for yeares Mark what these dealings lately here haue wroght The craftie men haue purchaste greatmens lands They powle they pinch their tennants are vndone If these complaine by you they are vndone You fleese them of their quoine their children beg And many want because you may bee rich This scarre is mightie maister Lawyer Now man hath gotten head within this land Marke but the guise the poore man that is wrongd Is readie to rebell hee spoyles he pilles We need no foes to forrage that wee haue The lawe say they in peace consumed vs And now in warre wee will consume the lawe Looke to this mischiefe Lawyers conscience knowes You liue amisse amend it least you end Law Good Lord that their Diuines should see so farre In others faults without amending theirs Sir sir the generall defaults in state If you would read before you did correct Are by a hidden working from aboue By their successiue changes still remainde Were not the lawe by contraries maintainde How could the trueth from falsehood be discernde Did wee not tast the bitternesse of warre How could wee knowe the sweet effects of peace Did wee not feele the nipping winter frostes How should we know the sweetnesse of the spring Should all things still remaine in one estate Should not in greatest arts some scarres be found Were all vpright and changd what world were this A Chaos made of quiet yet no world Because the parts there of did still accord This matter craues a variance not a speech But sir Diuine to you looke on your maimes Diuisions sects your summonies and bribes Your cloaking with the great for feare to fall You shall perceiue you are the cause of all Did each man know there were a storme at hand Who would not cloath him well to shun the wet Did Prince and Peere the Lawyer and the least Know what were sinne without a partiall glose Wee need no long discouery then of crimes For each would mend aduis'de by holy men Thus but slightly shadow out your sinnes But if they were depainted out for life Alasse wee both had wounds inough to heale Merch. None of you both I see but are in fault Thus simple men as I do swallow flies This graue Diuine can tell vs what to do But wee may say Phisitian mend thy selfe This Lawyer hath a pregnant wit to talke But all are words I see no deeds of woorth Law Good Merchant lay your fingers on your mouth Be not a blab for feare you bite your selfe What should I terme your state but euen the
not me sir K. of S. Then hang them both as traitors to the King Slip. The case is altered sir I le none of your gifts what I take a reward at your hands Maister faith sir no I am a man of a better conscience K. of S. Why dallie you go draw them hence away Slip. Why alas sir I wil go away I thanke you gentle friends I pray you spare your pains I will not trouble his honors maistership I le run away Enter Adam and Antiques and carrie away the Clowne he makes pots and sports and scornes Why stay you moue me not let search be made For vile Ateukin who so findes him out Shall haue fiue hundreth markes for his reward Away with the Lords troupes about my tent Let all our souldiers stand in battaile ray For lo the English to their parley come March ouer brauelie first the English hoste the sword caried before the King by Percy The Scottish on the otherside with all their pompe brauelie K. of S. What seekes the King of England in this land K. of Eng. False traiterous Scot I come for to reuenge My daughters death I come to spoyle thy wealth Since thou hast spoyld me of my marriage ioy I come to heape thy land with Carkasses That this thy thriftie soyle choakt vp with blood May thunder forth reuenge vpon thy head I come to quit thy louelesse loue with death In briefe no meanes of peace shall ere be found Except I haue my daughter or thy head K. of S. My head proud King t' abase thy prancking plaines So striuing fondly maiest thou catch thy graue But if true iudgement do direct thy course These lawfull reasons should deuide the warre Faith not by my consent thy daughter dyed K. of E. Thou liest false Scot thy agēts haue cōfest it These are but fond delayes thou canst not thinke A meanes for to reconcile me for thy friend I haue thy parasites confession pend What then canst thou alleage in thy excuse K. of S. I will repay the raunsome for her bloud K. of E. What thinkst thou catiue I wil sel my child No if thou be a Prince and man at armes In singule combat come and trie thy right Else will I prooue thee recreant to thy face K. of S. I tooke no combat false iniurious King But since thou needlesse art inclinde to warre Do what thou darest we are in open field Arming thy battailes I will fight with thee K. of E. Agreed now trumpets sound a dreadfull charge Fight for your Princesse braue English men Now for your lands your children and your wiues My Scottish Peeres and lastly for your King Alarū soūded both the battailes offer to meet as the Kings are ioyning battaile Enter sir Cutber to his Lady Cutbert with the Queene Dorothea richly attired S. Cut. Stay Princes wage not warre a priuie grudge Twixt such as you most high in Maiestie Afflicts both nocent and the innocent How many swordes deere Princes see I drawne The friend against his friend a deadly friend A desperate diuision in those lands Which if they ioyne in one commaund the world Oh stay with reason mittigate your rage And let an old man humbled on his knees Intreat a boone good Princes of you both K. of En. I condiscend for why thy reuerend years Import some newes of truth and consequence I am content for Anderson I know K. of S. Thou art my subiect and doest meane me good S. Cut. And. But by your gratious fauours grant me this To sweare vpon your sword to do me right K. of Eng. See by my sword and by a Princes faith In euery lawfull sort I am thine owne K. of S. And by my Scepter and the Scottish Crowne I am resolu'd to grant thee thy request Cutb. I see you trust me Princes who repose The waight of such a warre vpon my will Now marke my sute a tender Lyons whelpe This other day came stragling in the woods Attended by a young and tender hinde In courage hautie yet tyred like a lambe The Prince of beasts had left this young in keepe To foster vp as louemate and compeere Vnto the Lyons mate a naibour friend This stately guide seduced by the fox Sent forth an eger Woolfe bred vp in France That gript the tender whelp and wounded it By chance as I was hunting in the woods I heard the moane the hinde made for the whelpe I tooke them both and brought them to my house With charie care I haue recurde the one And since I know the lyons are at strife About the losse and dammage of the young I bring her home make claime to her who list Hee discouereth her Doro. I am the whelpe bred by this Lyon vp This royall English king my happy sire Poore Nano is the hinde that tended me My father Scottish king gaue me to thee A haplesse wife thou quite misled by youth Haste sought sinister loues and forraine ioyes The fox Ateukin cursed Parasite Incenst your grace to send the woolfe abroad The French borne Iaques for to end my daies Hee traiterous man pursued me in the woods And left mee wounded where this noble knight Both rescued me and mine and sau'd my life Now keep thy promise Dorothea liues Giue Anderson his due and iust reward And since you kings your warres began by me Since I am safe returne surcease your fight K. of S. Durst I presume to looke vpon those eies Which I haue tired with a world of woes Or did I thinke submission were ynough Or sighes might make an entrance to my soule You heauens you know how willing I wold weep You heauens can tell how glad I would submit You heauens can say how firmly I would sigh Do. Shame me not Prince companion in thy bed Youth hath misled tut but a little fault T is kingly to amend what is amisse Might I with twise as many paines as these Vnite our hearts then should my wedded Lord See how incessaunt labours I would take My gracious father gouerne your affects Giue me that hand that oft hath blest this head And claspe thine armes that haue embraced this About the shoulders of my wedded spouse Ah mightie Prince this king and I am one Spoyle thou his subiects thou despoylest me Touch thou his brest thou doest attaint this heart Oh bee my father then in louing him K. of Eng. Thou prouident kinde mother of increase Thou must preuaile ah nature thou must rule Holde daughter ioyne my hand and his in one I will embrace him for to fauour thee I call him friend and take him for my sonne Dor. Ah royall husband see what God hath wrought Thy foe is now thy friend good men at armes Do you the like these nations if they ioyne What Monarch with his leigemen in this world Dare but encounter you in open fields K. of S. Al wisedome ioynde with godly pietie Thou English king pardon my former youth And pardon courteous Queen my great misdeed And for assurance of mine after life I take religious vowes before my God To honour thee for fauour her for wife L. And. But yet my boones good Princes are not past First English king I humbly do request That by your meanes our Princesse may vnite Her loue vnto mine alder truest loue Now you will loue maintaine and helpe them both K. of Eng. Good Anderson I graunt thee thy request L. And. But you my Prince must yeelde me mickle more You know your Nobles are your chiefest staies And long time haue been bannisht from your Court Embrace and reconcile them to your selfe They are your hands whereby you ought to worke As for Ateukin and his lewde compeeres That sooth'd you in your sinnes and youthly pompe Exile torment and punish such as they For greater vipers neuer may be found Within a state then such aspiring heads That reck not how they clime so that they clime K. of S. Guid Knight I graunt thy sute first I submit And humble craue a pardon of your grace Next courteous Queene I pray thee by thy loues Forgiue mine errors past and pardon mee My Lords and Princes if I haue misdone As I haue wrongd indeed both you and yours Heereafter trust me you are deare to me As for Auteukin who so findes the man Let him haue Martiall lawe and straight be hangd As all his vaine arbetters now are diuided And Anderson our Treasurer shall pay Three thousand Markes for friendly recompence L. Andr. But Princes whilst you friend it thus in one Me thinks of friendship Nano shall haue none Doro. What would my Dwarfe that I will not bestow Nano My boone faire Queene is this that you would go Altho my bodie is but small and neate My stomacke after toyle requireth meate An easie sute dread Princes will you wend K. of S. Art thou a Pigmey borne my prettie frend Nano Not so great King but nature when she framde me Was scant of earth and Nano therefore namde me And when she sawe my bodie was so small She gaue me wit to make it big withall K. Till time when Dor. Eate then K. My friend it stands with wit To take repast when stomacke serueth it Dor. Thy pollicie my Nano shall preuaile Come royall father enter we my tent And souldiers feast it frolike it like friends My Princes bid this kinde and courteous traine Partake some fauours of our late accord Thus warres haue end and after dreadfull hate Men learne at last to know their good estate Exeunt FINIS