freeze though we cannot get him from prison I le sell my coate from my backe ere a Shoomaker Shall want Let us shew our selves Cavaleeres Or Coblers come every man his twelvepence A peece to drinke with him in prison Shoo. A good motion boone boyes fine knaves I like you well when you hang together Hold my brave Journey-men There 's a double share for me Crisp. And mine with all my heart y'faith Wif. And cause he 's a Knight thou shalt have my shilling too Bar. I thanke you Dame Nay wee le never leave a brother of our Company as long as flesh and bones Will hang together Shoo. Away boyes goe you before Joane jumble breech your Dame and I will follow Cherish him up tell him he shall not want He lives not in the world could ever say A Shooe-maker from his friend did flinch away Exeunt Flourish Enter Maximinus Bassianus Lutius Officers Albon and Amphiabel in their shirts as from Torments Max. Resolve me yet you stubborne Christians Cannot the severall tortures which we doe inflict Yet melt the Iron of your hardned hearts To make you bow unto our Roman gods Speake will you obey our hest Amph. None but the hests of heaven Alb. A thousand deaths have not the bitter stings As are the paines we have felt in torturing Yet Tyrant wee 'le endure tenne thousand more And laugh in deaths face e're we our faiths give o're Max. Renowned Albon on thy head I le set A Crowne of gold Alb. To make me heaven forget Never Amph. Never Max. Let me yet winne thee foolish man Remember what honours we and Dioclesian Heapt upon thee giving thee the stile Brittaines Stewardship The Prince of Knights Lord of Varlome Alb. And in thy Rackes thy Irons Gibbets and thy Wheele Doe I more honour and more comfort feele Than all those painted smoakes by thee bestowed Of me my Countrey may thus much boast Albon Stood firme and fixt in spight of tyrants wrath Brittaines first Martyr for the Christian faith Max. But not the last For to thy scorne I le adde millions of Christian flames to death and tortures Lut. Dispatch these first Max. I will dragge them hence in Chaines to Helnurst Hill three miles from Verolome Where Albons Lord there after blowes And spightfull buffettings for honour of his Knight-hood once held the chiefe He shall have a Knight to be his Heads-man Alb. That stroake shall well be given That makes roome for a soule to flye to heaven Max. This fiend Amphiabel From whose damn'd Teate he suckt this poyson Shall there be bound by a fixed stake To which nail'd fast the Navell of his belly Being opened then with your sword prick him And force him runne about like a wheele Till he has spunne his Guts out and that dispatcht Saw off his traiterous head Amph. Caesar in greater triumph nere was led Max. Away with them Albon's the first shall dye Alb. Thou honour'st me amidst thy tyranny come on dear friend Amph, Eternity protect us to our end Fight nobly then Albon To my latest breath I goe to a wedding friend and not to death Max. Goe dragge 'em hence this day wee le Quaffe the blood of Christians call forth more So perish all will not our gods adore Enter Hugh Winifred and Shooe-makers Bar. Nay fellow Hugh or noble Sir Hugh remember 't is not every mans case to dye a Christian prethee leave it then and save thy life the Roman gods are as good gods as e're trode on a shooe of leather and therefore sweete Hugh wee may get their custome and bring 'em to our shoppe and so we shall be Shooe-makers to the gods Hugh You trouble me I pray leave Bar. Leave thee not as long as thou liv'st I'faith Max. What are all these Bar. Men that respect a Christian no more than you doe Sir you neede not feare there 's not a good Christian among us Max. Honest fellowes Backe and give the Prisoners roome Win. Come my constant friend Noble Sir Hugh at last farewell joyne hands We never shall touch one another more When these we sever thou long hast Lov'd me truer ne're was found That both in life and death keepes faith so sound All that my love can give thee for thy paines I le marry thee but death must bid the banes Never to wedding was such honour given Our weding dinner must be kept in heaven Hugh At which Angels shall waite Saints be our guests our soules the wedding couple And the feast joy and eternity our bridall roome The Hall of heaven where hand in hand wee le come Martyrs to dance a measure which beginnes Unto the musick of the Cherubins Max. Meane time even here you both shall dance with death Yet if our Gods you 'le serve prolong your breath Hugh 'T is life we seeke to loose Tyrant strike home They are but walls of clay which thou beast downe Max. Call a Hangman flea that Villaine straight and teare that womans Flesh with burning Pincers Win. We both are ready Sir Yet heare me Maximinus by all the Rites Of honour I conjure thee in Law of woman-hood Let not my body be a Villaines prey But since I am a Queene and spotlesse Virgin Let me chuse my death Max. Because thou once wert daughter to a King Injoy thy wish so death may forth with strike Meete him in any shape thou best shall like Win. Be sure it shall Be thou the chiefe mourner at my funerall My earthly love farewell thy cheeke I le kisse Wee 'le meete anon within the land of blisse Follow my footesteps thou shalt soone be there Courage good heart to dye I cannot feare I le be the first and teach thee how to dye Leading the way to sweete felicity Come Tyrants lanch my arme to death I le bleed Sweete blood was shed for me and mine I le sheede Max. Dispatch and lanch her arme but save the blood The which this day to holy Iupiter I le sacrifice Win. My dearest friend farewell In one house shortly wee 'le for ever dwell Hugh The storme of death now comes Beare up brave saile Win. I feele no storme but oven the merriest gaile That ever life was driven with Oh how sweet a Dreame me thinkes I now am in Angels doe runne to meete and welcome Me unto the Land of blisse Singing I have spunne a golden thred Hugh That thread of gold weave still Win. I doe farewell make haste to meete Dies Hugh In faith I will in a whole Campe of Martyrs blest Fate Shee 's gone for ever to an Angels state Max. Dispatch him and dragge her body hence Hugh 'T is sister to the Saints oh give it reverence Why doe I linger here my love being gone Bar. A right Shooe-maker he loves a woman Hugh Mercifull Tyrant set me on deaths wings That I may beare a part where my love sings Eternall Hymnes of joy blest love I come as soone As I can set forth out of this house of earth and
Ravens plume Hath strooke thy Eagle blinde and blasted Rome Dioc. Hand of thou barbarous slave I still can boast my state's Imperiall Hul. Tut that Title 's lost thou art now Within my power flye to King Rodericke And glad his eares with newes of what you see And with our Drummes proclaime the victory Enter Crispianus with Eagle and Souldiers Cris. Base Goth looke up and see here hovers Eagle Winged victory recoverd from thy troopes Hul. S'death lost agen Dioc. Fight Warlike Brittaines free your Emperour Cris. We shall or dye This holds the Goths death this thy liberty Alarum Crispianus fights with his sword in one hand and the Eagle in the other he kills Huldricke and frees Dioclesian Dioc. Twice is my life indebted to thy valour Admired Souldier if I winne the day Never had Brittaine Souldier such a pay As thou shalt have Cris. Talke not of debts or pay let 's hence and fight As long as I have breath I le hold your right Souldiers troope close our taske is not yet done I le keepe your Eagle till the battaile 's wonne Dioc. Keepe it with fame Crisp. Even to my latest breath Exit Dioc. The glory 's thine thou hast sav'd me twice from death Alarum a shout within Enter Rodericke and Vandals Rod. This Brittaines are all Divells And amongst them there 's one master Divell That beares the face of a base Common souldier Yet on his hornes he tosseth up our Vandals Now what Newes Enter a Captaine Cap. Rodericke flye and save thy life Huldrick the King of Goths is slaine Rod. I out goe him in life he me in fame In spight wee le after him with glorious wings A bloody field is a brave Tombe for Kings Cap. Hazard not all at one cast since you see The Dice runnes high against yee but give way Set not the board when you see fortune play Winning the maine no safety 't is to fight Rod. How then Cap. Over the Rhine my Lord make speedy flight The wheele of Chance may turne and the dice runne For us to get what now our foes have wonne A shout within Enter Crispianus and the rest driving off the Vandals he takes Rodericke prisoner a retreat sounded Enter Dioclesian with victory Crisp. Now to the Royall hand of Caesar I resigne The high Imperiall Ensigne of great Rome And with it this wilde tusked Boare the stubborne Vandall Snar'd in the toyles and conquerd by this sword I could have serv'd his head up at your board But since for glory more than blood we strive I 'de rather have a Lyon tane alive Dioc. Noble thou art as valiant And this day thy onely sword the greater halfe Hath wonne and we must pay thy merits What 's thy name Crisp Crispianus sir Dioc. Of what birth or fortunes Crisp. You may reade them here writ on my bosome sir A common Souldier yet were my Parents Good and generous they dead and I downe sinking in my state As others doe I swore to crosse the Fate that crossed me and when all hopes else did fade I got my living by an honest trade A Shooe-maker my Lord where merrily With frolicke mates I spent my dayes till when Being prest to warres amongst my Countrey-men Hither I came and here my prize is playd For Brittaines honour and my Masters trade This Vandall is my Prisoner frowne not sir Great lookes can nere put downe a Shooe-maker Rod. Your fortune rises sir and I must bow I was nere i' th Shooemakers stockes till now Dioc. Renowned Crispianus royall thankes shall to our brother Maximinus flye for sending such a Souldier Kneele downe and rise a Brittaine Knight Hence forth beare Armes and Shield Thou hast won thy honour truely in the field Besides our gift the ransome of this King I freely give and that thy same may sing a lofty note Backe to thy Countrey lead these Brittaine Souldiers Over whom I make thee head and to the Emperour Maximinus thou shalt beare such Letters from our selfe As he shall reare and swell thine honours And when we in France have laid These Whirle-windes that now shake the State Wee le crosse the seas to Brittaine after thee Crisp. The gods with Garlands crowne thy victory Rod. What ransome you set downe I le truely pay And draw my forces backe to Germany There to confine our selves the Vandals knee Now humbly bowes to th' Roman Emperie Dioc. And that obedience Roderick wee le imbrace Lead Crispianus to receive the Ransome Vandall and Goths nay Rome her selfe shall sweare She never met so brave a Shooe-maker A Flourish Exeunt ACTUS QUARTUS Enter Crispinus and Leodice with childe Cris. Be comforted my deare Leodice Leod. How can I want sweete comfort having thee alack that Pleasure stolne being backe returnd should taste so sower It seemes a shallow Ford when first 't is tride But when the depth we found It is a gulfe of raging whirle-pooles found Cris. I know it Princely Love and feare the event Love in the paths of danger ever went The morning flames of our desires burne bright And shall doe still in scorne of fortunes spight If you but feede the fire Leod. O me 't is this I feare The burthen in my wombe our deaths doe beare Cris. Why shouldst thou feare the knot our hearts hath tide Had heavens strength to it and heaven will sure provide For those whose names and faiths are written there Leod. What vaile can now be drawne to hide our cares Or keepe this secret from our Fathers eares Of our stolne marriage Cris. Stay le ts devise Leod. It must be a thicke cloud darkens the Sunne This day my Father sits to cast deaths doome Upon the Christians and that doome I know The fruit this Land brings next must be my woe Cris. I prethee peace the clocke of misery goes alwaies Too true yet let me see it now Leod. Dearest I will Cris. Doe this then if the Emperour call for thee Be sicke and keepe thy chamber Untill I get some place for thy delivery Leod. Sweare to me one thing first Cris. What ever thou desirest Leod. Then as thou art Princely bred I charge thee sweare That as above the world I hold thee deare Thou wilt not leave me whatsoever Thunder My Father throwes at thee Kings frownes can be but death From thee I le never part unto my latest breath Cris. By all the truths that man ere swore by No force of strength shall part us Leod. Peace no more I le aske thee pardon for this base Mistrust kisse thy gentle cheeke loving and mild I know thou canst not leave thy wife and child O me I shall forget my present safety Deare heart stand by Nurse Who 's within there Nurse Enter Nurse Nurs. Anon sweet mouse Leod. Sweet honey Nurse If the Emperour my father askes for me Say I am not well and keepe my chamber You Shooe-maker a word Nurs. Yet more worke for your Shooe-maker well well You play the wagge and I the lye must tell
A MERRIE AND Pleasant Comedy Never before Printed called A Shoo-maker a Gentleman As it hath beene sundry Times Acted at the Red Bull and other Theaters with a generall and good Applause Written by W. R. Gentleman LONDON Printed by I. Okes and are to be sold by Iohn Cowper at his Shop at the East-end of St. Pauls Church at the Signe of the Holy Lambe 1638 The Printer to the honest and High-spirited Gentlemen of the never decaying Art called the Gentle Craft NOne but to you as whom of right it doth concerne I thought good to present this Play which though written many yeares since ought not therefore to be slighted I confesse we have better for Language in these our exquisite and refined Times yet for the matter and Subject none of a more delightfull and pleasant Style for it is well knowne to you Gentlemen Cordwiners that every yeare you doe celebrate the Feast of Crispine Crispianus not in a meane and ordinary way but with a great deale of Ceremony keeping it as an Holy-day feasting and entertaining your friends and neighbours And likewise it hath bin so well approoved by you in the acting of it upon the Stage and that with your loud alarums I meane your clapping of hands that I could not chuse but commend it to you now in Print for it is a Play that is often Acted and when others fade and are out of date yet this doth endure tò the Last I know it may come short of that accuratenes both in plot and style that this witty age doth with greater curiosity acquire I may thus excuse that as Plaies were then some twenty yeares agone it was in the fashion Nor could it have found a fitter or more seasonable publication than at this time when the glory of our Nation is so much admired and the valour of our English so much esteemd that it is sought for by forraigne Natives as you may reade in this Subject we have in hand but I leave it to your perusall and imitation and returne to you my brave spirited Gentlemen Shoo-makers upon whom for whose sakes I have published it wishing you all that have their courages and forwardnes their noble Fates and Fortunes So hoping you will goe through stich I leave thee to Fare well The Actors Names Allured King of Brittaine Elred and Offa this Kings two sounes borrowing the Names of Crispine and Crispianus Sir Hugh a Prince of Wales and a Sutor to Winifred Amphiabel a Nobleman Maximinus and Dioclesian the Emperours of Rome Nobleman and Warriers Bassianus Lutius Rutullus Roderick King of Vandals Huldricke King of Goths Enemies to the Emperour A Nuntius from the Emperor Dioclesian A Roman Captaine Souldiers and other Attendants Three Countrey-men A Shoomaker Barnaby and Raph his Journy-men A Queene Wife to King Allured and Mother to Crispine and Crispianus Winifred a Virgin of Wales Leodice Daughter to the Emperour Maximinus A Nurse who attends her Sisley the Shoomakers Wife A Shoo-maker A Gentleman Act. 1. Enter Allured wounded Elred Offa and the Queene Alarum King AWay stand off prop not a falling Castle with Your weake strength t is sinfull Charity and Desperate folly to meet a mischiefe whose Entertainment is assur'd destruction leave me I pray savegard your owne lives Queen Oh Royall Sir t is you that doe dispaire Wounds are not alwaies mortall Ellred Deare sir let them be drest King You tire me out of breath with vaine delaies as well May you give life unto a stone a sencelesse statue My life 's but lent to bid you shun your deaths and in that too Heavens mercy is miraculous yet you will not heare me Agen I charge you as a King yet none regards Declining Majesty then as a husband and a Father here Dost thou love me Quee. Approve it in my death if thou mistrust it Allured King Have you duty you Phaenix of my age for though Two persons be distinguishable yet ought there be but one Combined heart in your fraternall union your knees promise Both Our duties are much lower King Then here I charge yee for to leave the Field Fly from death hee 's now in persuite of yee Fly from the Tyrant for this unhappy day Those bloody Persecutors Maximinus and Dioclesian Display their by neckt Eagle over Brittaine While she lyes under as a bleeding prey One Talent here is fastned Enter Amphiabell and Sir Hugh Hugh Fly Noble Princes wee have stood out the utmost Of the day till hope had lost his anchorage Therefore fly and seeke some other day for victory Amphi. How fares the King Al. Ene one the Virge of Blisse O deare Amphiabell Noble Sir Hugh what more could I have wisht then breath To thanke your kind assistance in this haplesse day Oh take an equall jonyter with my Sonnes from this cold Oracle All I bequeath is Counsell for your safety fly the slaughter For dying men are halfe Propheticall if you abide A longer stay you fall oh doe not make me guilty of your deaths That drew you hither to expire your breaths this path I Progresse but avoyde my way you neede not haste To an assured danger Farewell my love my blessing here Shall fall performe my will else Fate avert it all Thou canst not boast grim death I did not yeeld Nor fell by Agues but like a King i th' field Quee. Aye me distressed Queene Amphi. Your griefe 's incurable remember the will of your dead Lord And be a good Executrix fly from persuing danger And you Royall youths must seeke some shelter to secure Your lives away t is all our Fates Elr. I could better dye on him that slew my Father Offa. Take my company in that deare Brother Qu. So make a Mother prove unnaturall I will defend the foe Through this breast you passe unto him have yee forgot your Father El. No wee 'l reveng his death Quee. And kill your Mother first Hugh What thinke yee Princes that we left behind The smallest attome of a seeming hope when wee Forsooke the field you le not thinke so Elr. What 's your Counsell Am. Take on some course disguise what poverty i st But will be rich being your lives protection Offa. Instruct and ayde us some superior power Which dost behold our forc'd necessity Eld. Brother it shall be thus some poore Souldier slaine in the Battaile will we change habits with so it may be thought That wee are slaine and stay the bloody Inquisition Offa. T is well advis'd wee le not assay to mend it This effected Mother wee le come and take our leaves Eld. What for your selfe Madam Qu. Here will I stay untill my eyes like briny Pyoners With their continuall Cadence have digg'd up A woefull Sepulcher for these sweet Corps And if these sterrill Founts prove weake and dry Here will I kneele till death has cloyd his Gorge And left the putrifaction the mortall dampe Shall kisse me to his company for ever Am. Oh Madam these are but
fruitlesse apprehensions And savoureth not of that discreet vertue hath beene ever in you Your story hath been fild with Temperance Care and Patience And all these forbid this barren Sacrifice loose not your selfe In the great losse of your deare Husband Hugh Madam if you dare trust your person to my protection I will Conduct you safe into North Wales Where Powes my Lord and Father yet maintaines A petty Royalty Thither if please you wend Wee le either keepe or loose our selves with you Am. Alas Sir Hugh little can you promise of safety there For from faire Winifred the onely Daughter and Heire To Dun-wallis I have receiv'd too true intelligence The Barbarous Romans have supplanted peace Putting to sword and torture all that beare the Name of Christians Nay even the right Amphiabell Did hold is now so ruinate I have not left One Subject to command Hugh Heard you this from vertuous Winifred Am. Much more of woe the vertuous Maid her selfe Hath left off State forsaken Royalty And keepes a Court so solitary as it seemes Within a cry follow follow More like a Cloyster then a Royall Pallace Harke our enemies persue us if we stay Wee must resolve for death Hugh Madam either injoyne us for your safe Conduct along With us or heere defend your life to the last breath Qu. Neither I beseech you gentlemen will yee accept a poore widdowes Thankes for all your loves t is a thin gratitude But t is all I have I beseech yee haste away If you doe other I le not thanke you for 't For here I le stay and warme this cold remainder Vntill some fiend sent from the infernall pit Doth seperate by force what Heaven hath knit Hugh Then to the best protection of the Heavens Wee leave you to be comforted Exit Qu. That shelter cover you Enter Eldred and Offa. Eld. Come deare Brother these poore habilliments may find Surer footing than the rich Robes which Royalty is clad in If they doe wee le blesse the happy Transformation Mother your blessing nothing else wee want To further the issue of our unknowne fate Qu. Take it O take it in an houre of sorrow but leave that all with me So you have all I can bestow upon you follow within follow But mentally I le still be blessing of you and never cease Harke t is time you 'r gone away I charge yee on your duties Offa. But where 's your owne safety Qu. Leave me and haste you hence I say I le take my blessing oft if you delay And plant my curse instead Eldred and Offa you 'r my Sonnes I charge you to obey me Eld. Eldred and Offa are already gone for with our habits we Have chang'd our names when such you heare of Oh let your prayers still blesse them with happy memory Qu. I le never part with that remembrance Obey me and bee gone Offa. With constant hope that though vaild honor beare an Ecliptick staine our sunne will passe it and shine bright againe Exit Qu. So now come you Tyrants here you shall find me Praying for curses on your cruelty A Flourish Enter Maximinus Dioclesian Leodice Albon Bassianus and Rutullus Max. Now equal Caesar brave Dioclesian the daies at leasure To returne thee thanks for ayding Maximinus in these warres In happy time thy succour came from France To make us Conquerors of Brittaine which else might Yet have beene a doubtfull day when thou want'st ayde Bid Maximinus come with this joynt force Wee le make the world our owne Dio. Rome shall not loose its name the worlds Commander Till this knot unties perpetuall be it till Rome erects Our golden Statues plac'd by Saturne and great Iupiter And there be deified to blesse all those which may succeed But in these designes let us remember high deserving Albon whose valour was not seconded this day By any single Arme Max. It was the best the shout and full applause Was onely Albons for which unto thy Knighthood late Given in Rome we adde the stewardship of Great Brittaine Vnder Maximinus and Dioclesian goe to thy Barony Of Verrolam two legions there shall still attend one thee To quell and persecute these Christians Who will not stoope unto our Roman God Shall feele the stroake of our revengfull Rod Al. Albon shall still as substitute to Rome Observe and keepe her high imperiall Doome Max. Bassianus be you Competitor with Lord Albon And with severity through the conquer'd Cities persue The Christians to their Martyrdomes Whos 's that Qu. I le answer for my selfe Tyrant a Christian a husbandlesse And Childlesse Christian yet one so daring unto misery She throwes a Chalenge to the worst thou canst Defiance to thee thus Oh were it poyson to swell this Tyrants bosome till it burst and fall thus low Max. Ha ha ha misery makes her desperate thou add'st a Triumph woman to our state to brandish forth such Fruitlesse Menaces to Prison with her wee le thinke of Further torments I le prostetute thy body to some Slave And if the issue prosper make him a Hang-man Qu. And such an other may thy Daughter have Leo. Choose for your selfe Lady I have an eye to pleasure My selfe Max. Wee le hold no dispute with women away with her Rochester Castle shall be your pallace you 'r like to keepe A hard House on 't Qu. Like the Court thou keepst Max. No more words away with her Qu. My words I le better spend in Prayers to Heaven But if I chance to Curse I le thinke on thee My Royall Plants Heaven guard from their full gripe Fall Fate on me my time and dayes are ripe Exit Dio. Oh Brother Caesar in this Brittish calme wee le pas agen Over to stormy France the Gothes and Vandalls have outpast The bounds and o're the Rhine past into Burgandy our worke Must be to reverberate and drive them to Confined Germany while you persever with an awfull hand To keepe our conquer'd foes beneath your feet give not those Frighted Welch-men time to breath But if agen you doubt of what you can you know your Friend cald Dioclessan Max. Your words are mine if you have need in France wee le Feast And bring you to the Brittish shore then part unto our worke Our Daughter Leodice wee le leave to keep her court at Canterbury Rutullus take it to your charge to see erected one the Conspicuous promonts of our Land Beacons which may stand In ken of other by whose suddaine fiers on the least invasion we may be cald to Armes Rut. It shall be done Dio. A carefull Policy bee my Tutor to teach me Military Discipline Fly Brason Oratrix all lingued fame And tell at Rome of Maximinus name Say Dioclesian too will bring a Crowne To bind thy seven fold Head with high Renowne Flourish Say like two Ioves when our Dread Thunders burl'd Our sable Eagle strikes through all the world Exeunt omn. Enter discover'd in a Shop a Shoe-maker his Wife spinning Barnaby two Journimen Shoo.
Madam Nu. Were thy Parents of this profession Cris. I have forgot Madam Leo. Is it so long since thou lost them Cris. But since these last warres Lady yet as I remember they were Better then my present profession Nu. He speakes well sure there is some hard characters which I Understand not I like not these shooes you must make an easier part Cris. I 'le doe my best to mend it Madam Leo. You promise well let them be of your making then that I May see how neare you 'le come to your promise Bar. Alas Madam hee le pinch your toes if I doe not instruct him Hee 's but a cobler yet Leo. No matter I le hazard his good will to morrow let me have An other paire and bring them your selfe Cris. I shall attend your Highnesse Leo. Come hither view my foot well you must be better Acquainted with it Cris. Is it not heere they pinch you Madam Leo. No 't is a little higher Bar. Away away for shame did I teach you that carriage Leo. Now sir what will you doe Bar. Teach him the true behaviour heare levell me a legge Here now stretch him out-right upon your thigh and then You may come to your worke finely I have found the fault now You are pincht in the very cranny Leo. You have hit it Sir Bar. I told you so a man of a longer standing will do Alwaies better then a puny he shall mend it I warrant you Madam Leo, I hope he will well faile me not tomorrow Cris. I will not Madam my duty to your Highnesse Bar. If he doe Madam you know your old man for yarke and Seame and handling ware in his kind you cannot put your egge in a better workemans hands though I say it sweet Lady Due gat a whee Exit Crisp. and Bar. Leo. There is an Idoll or bed in his eye that I could ever worship And if I should sure he would blesse me love and folly Inseperate and joynt companions you are too violent upon Me now to beate affection with such downe right strokes On a Mechanicke drudge a base how base how base is there no President That great Ladies have yoakt their underlings in fellowship I take some counsell on 't Nurse Nu. Shall I call the shoo-maker agen Lady Leo. Out witch dost know my thoughts the shoo-maker and why The shoo-maker I thought of him why call him Nu. Nay I know not Madam Leo. Thor' t in love with him I beleeve thou art if I were certaine That thou wert so base I 'de banish thee my presence nay My Father should banish thee the bounds of Britany out old doting foole Nu. Madam why chide you me I will not love your shoo-maker Leo. My shoo-maker minion Nu. Does he not make your shooes therefore your shoo-maker But thinke not Lady I can be so base being so neare your presence To love such a groome if but for your credit sake Leo. Yet as great as you have doted on as base as he Nu. Yet that 's no president for me I have knowne Ladies remove Their stable groomes into their bed-chambers and lower offices then That too o 't was a pollicy and hereafter may be in fashion for Great Ladies to match with their inferiours because the woman Adding no dignity to the man nor loosing her owne still keepes Supremacy he waites as dutifull on her trencher as when He was her servant Leo. Hast thou History for this Nu. Twenty of mine owne knowledge that I have seene in my dayes 〈◊〉 my closet then thou shalt tell me some if thou Pleasest 〈…〉 agen if I find president I le Follow it I le else begin my selfe if there be none Let after Ladies coate me downe for one Exeunt Enter Amphiabell as an Hermit and Albon Al. Thou constant friend what title shall I give due to thy merit 'T is more then a friendly part to fetch from hell friends turne At misery they abide long that part at prison doores the Best lasts but till death but thou hast stood the renovation of A second life what may be given him for an epethite That of a tyrant makes a proselite Am. You cannot adde unto the happiness Amphiabell hath found In honor'd Albon joynt with my owne Salvation I desire your Partnership Christianity which as a second meanes I have confirm'd Al. I am your poore Disciple my tutor Mr. but friend I call you by No other name altho I derogate from your Princely Office Cause I will follow you if not proceede ever through the Jawes of persecution I will not trust your person to the danger Let this helpe your haste although Prince of Wales yet in the Course you take you may chance need This drudging god of fooles to helpe you speed Am. He take your love for what I shall not need I shall bestow where There is need enough with this memoriall I leave you Sir Where but this Embleme of a Christian not as a thing materiall To waile you but for the strengthning of your memory you shall At sight of this still keepe in mind all those instructions I have Read to you and vertuous Lord what in your power and greatnesse You may afford unto distressed Christians be free in Charity Al. Let me approve without a boast the action of my love this in the Open face of tyranny I le daring weare and in approbation of Such an Alter Sacrifice my bloud but sweet friend heare of me Behold it not I wo'd not have you lost Amphi. You shall prevaile Al. Put me in your praiers that mercies white hand may crosse The debt booke wherein I stand above my height in goare this Hand hath done an act of bloody persecution Am. Trouble not your bosome your end shall crowne The bad that 's past with a more full renowne Exit Amphi Florish Enter with Drum and Colours Maximinus Basseanus Rutullus with an Army Max. Where is Lord Albon Al. Heere Maximinus Max. What thy Sword sleeping in thy scabberd Knight thou art Too gentle in thy Stewardship these Hidra headed Christians More increase thy persecution speake Prince of Knights for Such an honour we bestow'd on thee why art not wading in a Streame of blood true Romans use to swim in such a floud Al. But I am an English man Max. Yet substitute to Rome Al. Not Max. Is this Albon Al. Not persecuting but Christian Albon Bass. See great Emperour in your face he weares the daring Badge of Christianity Al. Yes Emperour reade in this booke if by this abstract Thou canst understand the Volume is within Max. 'T is as we suspect that painefull Schoole-master Am. is heere Make swift and carefull search through Virulome Lop him and the head is perisht Al. You 'le search too late Max. Where is he traytor Al. Gone I have convaide him hence Max. Why didst thou not fly for thine owne safety Al. No I have deserv'd to feele a Tyrants sword because my sword Was glaz'd in tyrany I am in
doe you not dally with a poore wretch Leo. Wrong not my love with doubt looke I le pay thee backe Thy duty given to me th' art my better by vertue of my Honourable love I make thee here my head Thou shalt No more descend unto my foot here thy worke shall be Whilst in thine eyes two wanton Cupids skip Thou shalt lay Velvet touches on my lip Cris. Faith Madam your lips deserve better than your foot That 's two pild velvet this must needs be three Nay since you have rais'd me above the instep I le reach at the highest now Leo. Yet all 's not done two paire of Rosie cheeks shall tye them on Shall I not neede to feare thee Cris, Not I le quell your feares for now I le put my life Into your hands to manifest the vertue of my love for Heaven hath beene a motive to your love For know sweet 'T is no base contract but of the Royalst Blood in Britany Love would not so have forc'd you to an errour Crispinus Is but borrowed a poore shroud to keepe my life in Offa is my Owne the youngest Sonne to the late vanquisht Alured Eldred my Brother both supposed slaine yet live within a Parralell disguise I am no richer than I was before But in that clouded Title Leo. If I could love thee better than I did I should but introth I cannot but for the safest gardian of thy life 't is in my Heart and that shall be pluckt out ere it be found to harme thee Cris. What 's then to be done Leo. Our instant Marriage that 's the surest way hazard a Chiding for thy negligence and linger here about the Court to night to morrow morning in some humble Habit wee le steale the gardian it shall be my taske To provide the Church-man Cris. There shall not want a Bride-groome Leo. May I ever lye alone if there want a Bride and that 's a Curse that I should be loath to indure mean time be this the contract This the word of troth Cris. The morning and a Priest shall make one of both Leo. There goes my heart Cris. I le keepe it till to morrow Leo. Shut night sweet Phebe on thy swiftest Arrow Exit Leo Cris. What pretty flies in loves sweet web doe lurke I must be Married then unto my worke Exit Cris. ACTVS TERTIVS Enter Sir Hugh Hugh My three moneths banishment I have observ'd And now the dated limit gives me leave to re-aproach my Interdicted Saint once more sweet love I doe invoke thy Power to blesse my poore unspotted Sacrifice the offering Of a loving loyall heart This is the customary retirement Where daily she frequents this speakes her name and speakes Her vertues in a bubling murmur which many ages after her Ascent up to that glorious Asterisine above shall keepe And tell to long Posterities within this liquid Oracle shall be Read heaven wrought a miracle for Winifred heere I le Lies down Awaite and while my tongue takes rest solace my thought Enter Winifred with a booke and a servant Win. Returne and give notice to Amphiabell that I am walk't Abroad as he intreated Ser. I will Madam Win, His company is sweet fellowship wanton folly thou hast No harbour in Amphiabell but high and holy meditations Rare vertues in a Prince the example 's good and I will follow It yea if thou goest into the Militant Field of Martyrdome Ha who 's that this is not the company that my desires doe with Hugh Nay stay sweet Virgin rather let me leave the place Whose presence offends the place yet if you vouchsafe Offend I may by your construction but not by willing heart Win. I feare your method sir would I might erre in false Supposition speake and I le tell you Hugh My three moneths exile is expired Win. And you have well observ'd it Hugh Then give me leave to re-atempt my suite which I have Kept a painefull sojourner in my unquiet bosome Win. 'T was your owne tyranny to adde to my injunction I crav'd But one moneth and you would proffer three Hugh 'T was folly in my duty Win. Which still you doe persist in for since you left me I am contract and wedded Hugh Am I out rivald Win. War not with heaven sir to that is ty'd my Nuptiall Gordion within you house of starres the Bride-groome sits And there the Spousall chamber is prepard you are the Golden Himoneall flames whose spherick Musicke Chast Hallelujahs sing to celebration of my Virgin rights Oh labour not then to divorce me thence since all the fruit Will be but vaine expence my love is fixt and we have But one love you seeke for that below that 's gone above Hugh You are too obstinate Win. O chide your selfe sir 't is your owne sin you are too obstinate To persevere against a decree of Fate be this the finall answer to Your suite if ever mortall man have attribute of Winifreds Husband 'T shall be Sir Hugh if it be debt to any 't is your due Hugh A desperate debt hopelesse of recovery Win. And as the test to your faire seeming love whether it Noble Were or counterfeit by its best vertue here I charge you Sir To move no further questions at this time for if you speake I will not answer you you may in silence stay Thus doe I turne setting the world a part Here fixe mine eyes and with mine eyes my heart Hugh Thou gilded poyson my tongue is silent but my unquiet Thoughts will still take leave to thinke of thy perverse Unkind disdaine I le thinke thee peevish and blame all Thy Sects for thy selfe sin for thou wert all to me Vanish all State and Wales bow to the yoke of Tyrants Servitude noe defensive stroake shall this Arme lift To save me from thy thrale rest there regard lesse honour And take a fall before thy pride hence forth some Humble meane that will afford but merit to my paine Shall be my lives trafficke I le never mind This or too fickle or too cruell kind But thus conclude for thee I prove accurst Extreame in both thou art both best and worst Exit Hugh Enter Amphiabell Win. Whos 's there Amphiabell Am. Yes vertuous Lady Win. Thou abidest still Am. To death Christians tire not till they be out of breath Life labours here at death the wage doth come Which Tyrants pay in Crownes of Martyrdome Enter Bassianus Lutio and Romans Bass. We forage unresisted soft who are these Lut. Ceaze first and then examine Am. Two that will neither fly nor resist your force Bass. Then you will surely dye Amphiabell Am. Yes Bass. And the holy Virgin Win. So unhappy Tyrant Bass. The Triumphs of our Wars here persuite shall stay In your surprise we have atchiev'd the day Win. Ring out your triumphs loude 't is a large boast You have gain'd much and we have nothing lost Bass. Thou art a traytor Capitall to Rome from whence thy Knightly honors were deriv'd 't was thy
I feare me there 's a shooe wrings her i' th instep of my yong Shooe-makers making such fellowes as hee cannot chuse but bee slippery companions for first they know the length of a Ladies foote and then they have such trickes to smooth her shooe and tickle her sole as I protest if I were a Shooe-maker my selfe it would make my teeth water what a sweete thing it is to have a round sweete plumpe delicate Calve of a Ladies legge lye roling on his thigh whilst he lies smoothing her fine silke stocking slippes his hand to her garters and sometimes higher birlady I have been serv'd so my selfe there 's many a Gallant I can tell you would give all the shooes in 's shoppe to have a shooe-makers office in a morning Well well I say nothing but I suspect something Pitty of me shee 's as broad behinde as I am and round enough before I doubt me he has made her a paire of short-heel'd shooes with a turne-over Come sweet Mouse have you given instructions to your Shooe-maker Why what a fellow art thou canst not finde a Last to fit her yet Leod. Yes Nurse he has fitted me now Nurse That 's well You must be carefull sirrah you must take true measure And fit her to a haire I charge you Cris. I warrant you Mistris Nurse Mistris gods me I am a Madam sir knave though I am a Nurse I can tell you Goe too learne your duty and you shall worke to me too when you have done with my Lady you shall take up my legge too Come sweet honey Exit Leod. Adea my comfort Cris. Even so my heart goes from me O what waves swim Lovers in of feares of hopes of cares Of discontents terrours and dispaires A thousand feares doe now my poore heart shake What medcine 's best Counsell and that I le take Enter Barnaby Raph and Hugh Bar. Come come an you be men make haste You 't is a hanging matter the Emperour and all the Prisoners Are gone by already Raph Stay stay here 's our fellow Crispin let 's take him with us Wilt thou goe along Crispin Cris. Whither should I goe prethee tell me What make you all at Canterbury Bar. Not to buy the Cat a Bell Crispin but to make loyter-pins For this day Boy we have made holy at Feversham Shut up shop throwne by our shooe-thred and wash't our faces And now my Master and Dame and all of us are come To see the Emperour and the Christians that must dye to day They say there 's a fine young Queene amongst them Prethee goe along with us Cris. In sadnesse I cannot Bar. In madnesse now I care not For our shooes are made of running lether And therefore wee 'le gallop no man knows whether Farewell Crispine shalt see my Dame come chasting this away anon 'Cause we ran away from her Come fellow Hugh Thou art so sad now I prethee be merry Exit Barnaby and Raph. Hugh I le follow straight although to meete my ruine The Princesse Winifred is doom'd to die And I in death will beare her company Exit Cris. Misery of times when Kings doe kill Not arm'd by Law to doe it but by will From these deepe woes that my poore Countrey beares Heaven save the Queene my Mother Fates are just And till the thred be spun none turne to dust Enter the Shoomakers Wife sweating Wife Fie fie fie Heaven for thy pittie how am I us'd to day Here be youths indeed to runne away and leave me in this order Doe I keepe one two three foure and five journey-men Besides Prentises uprising and downe-lying And doe they all bob me of this fashion How now art thou there Crispine that 's well Did you see your fellows Cris. Yes my good Dame they are all before you Wife Then I le have you before me too but not so farre as they are Fie fie see how I sweat with following them Come sir though they gave me the slip you 'le not serve me so I hope Goe before and man me Cris. O my good Dame Wife How now Crispine what 's the matter Boy Why are so many Chancery Bills drawne in your face Now where sits the winde that you blow so What ayl'st thou Cris. I have ever found you a kind loving Dame nay a good Mother Both to my selfe and my poore Brother Crispianus Wife Blesse him good Heaven upon what ground soe're he tread He was an honest fellow and a good servant And so he shall finde if e're he come From the warres agen Cris. Oh my good dame I to your eares must now unlocke A secret which if ere you blab abroad Wif. Never by my Holy dame Yet I have much adoe to keepe my owne secrets But I le keepe thine I le warrant thee Crisp. Nay looke dame my life and death lies on it Wif. Let what will lie on 't it shall nere be talkt of by me Crisp. I le thanke yee then This it is but you will say nothing Wif. Dost thinke I am a woman or a beast Cris. Nor be angry with me Wif. Here 's a doe indeede Thou hast not got a wench with child hast Cris. You have found my griefe Good dame indeed I have Wif. Out upon thee Villaine Cris. Nay good Dame Wif. Hence you Whore-master knave God 's my passion got a wench with childe Thou naughty packe thou hast undone thy selfe for ever Precious coales you are a fine youth indeed Can you cut out no shooes but of Ducks leather With a wanion has your Master so little doings Your tooles must be working abroad in a forrainers shop Cris. Sweete Dame you swore You would say nothing Wif. Nothing hang thee villaine I le cry it at the Market Crosse I'faith is your Aul so free for smocke-leather Crisp. Good Dame Wif. By these tenne fingers I le double thy yeares for 't Oh that I knew the Queane I 'de slit her nose And teare her eyes out of her head y'faith Enter Shooe-maker Shoo. How now what 's the matter that it thunders so Wif. Oh you are as good a Master too o' th to the side you looke to your Prentises well one of your men has beene at greene-goose faire but he shall pay for the sauce I le warrant him Shoo. What Faire what Sauce goody gander-goose Wif. Nay 't is no matter as he likes this let him dance the shaking of the sheetes another time Shoo. What sheetes dame Guiniver what dance I pray yee Wif. Marry uptailes all doe you smell me now Shoo. I smell an Asse head of your owne what 's all this troe Cris. Pardon me Sir Unlesse you stand my friend Alas I am but dead Wif. Dead hang yee Rascall hang yee you were quicke enough when you laid your Whore on her backe to take measure of her new shooes Would you thinke it Husband this young knave has got a wench with child Shoo. Hoyda and is this the shaking of the sheetes you talke of goodwife Snipper Snapper s'foote I like
what shall we doe neighbours 1. The Beacons are on fire and my heart freezes in my belly 2. They are fir'd round about us and all the Country in an uproare My very nose drops with feare 3. If our Enemies finde us in these cold sweats We are all sure to goe to th pot for 't 4. Therefore let 's goe to th' pot first For when the Drinke 's in the Wit 's out And when the wit is out we shall fight like mad men 1. Content and as we goe let 's raise the Countrey All Arme arme arme Enter Bassianus and Latius Bas. What Alarum 's this Why cry yee so like mad men 1. Because we have no weapons in our hands Sir Lut. Why are the Beacons fir'd 2. We are all affraid to thinke on 't They say the Enemy is landed Sir Bas. Stand you here like sheepe When danger beats so rudely at your doores 4. There let 'em beate he shall not be let in for me The Enemies are landed men and therefore wee 'le goe by water Come neighbours Within Arme arme arme Lut. The cry is still rais'd let 's put the Court in Armes And certifie the Emperour Bas. With all the speed that may be Arme arme arme Exeunt Bassian Lut. 2. Let us be wise neighbours And whilst they cry Armes Exeunt Neighbours the cry continued Let us cry leggs and trust unto our heeles Enter Crispine and Leodice Cris. The stratagem takes rarely come faire Leodice This tumult in the Court gives meanes to flie Leod. Thus folded in thine Armes I wish to dye Cris. Talke not of Death live and be blest for ever No frowne of Fate two faithfull hearts can fever Exeunt Within Arme arme arme Enter Emperour and Lords with weapons drawne Max. My Horse and Armour villaines High Jupiter protect us what neglect is this The Beacons fir'd and a whole Land asleepe When Foes come arm'd in Thunder Guard the Court see to our Daughters safety I feare these sudden tumults have disturb'd her Enter Shoomakers with staves All Arme arme arme Bar. An you be men shew your selves so Max. Why d' ee cry thus say whither run yee Bar. Out of our wits I thinke Sir The Beacons all along the Sea-coast burne most horribly Max. And what 's the cause on 't Bar. Because they are a fire Sir Ten thousand Kentish men Which woefull taile 's to tell are knockt downe like sheepe Sir The Enemy is landed at Sandwitch set a shore at Dover And arrived at Rumny Marsh harke I heare the Drummes already A low march Max. I am amaz'd what Drumme is this Stand on your guard Bar. I would your Guard were here for us to stand upon That we might reach the further Come feare nothing Sir Let your Lords and you stand by and see How we Shoomakers will thrash 'em Enter Crispianus with Drumme and Souldiers richly attir'd Cris. Health to the Emperour from the Roman State Bas. These are our Brittaine friends new come from France Max. Whom at your landing saw you up in Armes That fright the Countrey thus Cris. None my good Lord not any From France and Dioclesian thus I bring These Brittaine Souldiers back tryumphant home The black storme there is laid and sure these feares That bring these home-bred terrours all are false And as I guesse the firing of the Beacons Was at the fight of Dioclesians Fleete That with himselfe now rides in Dover-rode And is by this on shore and how in France the die of War hath run His Majesty in these Imperiall Letters certifies Max. Thankes for thy newes Wee 'le read them straight Bar. By St. Hugh bones we were all affraid of our owne shadows we shall have no cussing now I see Enter Lutius Max. What newes brings Lutius Lut. Comfort my Lord the errour 's found The sudden fire that kindled all this feare Is now quencht out the cloud that threatned stormes Is turn'd to drops of heate some knavish fellow Hard by the Sea-coast set a Tree on fire Which seene men thought that Dover Beacon flam'd And so fir'd all the rest and rais'd the Alarum Max. I am glad it is no worse run Bassianus And sing this comfort to our Daughters eares Bas. I shall my Lord Exit Bas. Max. These Letters of your noble Victories Are as your selfe most welcome on whose head Our brother Dioclesian layes the glory of the Conquest o're the Vandals and the Goths He writes he gave unto thy manly Thigh The sword of Knight-hood wishing us to adde more Honours on thee which at his arivall His and our hand shall doe with royall bounty Cris. I am your lowly Vassall royall Soveraigne Bar. Dost heare fellow Ralph Me thinkes I should know this Captaine He lookes as like Crispianus as can be Enter Bassianus Max. Now Bassianus speake how fares our daughter Bas. Alas my Lord the Court is all in mourning The Princesse with this suddaine feare Is fled the Court not to be found by any Max. Not to be found why where 's her Nurse Enter Nurse Bas. See here she comes Max. Speake doating Beldam where 's my daughter Nur. Fie fie fie I have not so much wit left As to tell yee where I am my selfe O my side Pray let me breath a little When this hurly burly beganne i' th' Court Shee ranne and I ranne she haild and I puld She cry'd and I roar'd but her feare being Stronger than my old bones away whipt shee Out at the Court-gates and I fell in a found Starke dead y'faith had not a Gentleman Usher Come by and clapt me soundly I 'de beene Past telling Tales by this time Oh my Backe Max. Oh dismall chance Search every roome This dismall clamour May so feare her blood that death may Seize her haste if in the Court you misse her See 't proclaim'd that whosoever brings me Her alive goes laden with rewards If nobly borne we give her him to wife Make haste slippe not an houre While I set on to meete the Emperour Exit Bar. I say 't is he I le speake to him what ere come on 't Crispianus Crisp. My honest fellow Barnaby Bar. O Rumpes and Kidnyes did not I tell you so Ralph Honest Crispianus welcome from France Crisp. I thanke you how does my Master Bar. In health and brave as Holly So art thou me thinks Crisp. The fortune of the warres is my Dame well too Bar. The old wench still she keeps the marke in her mouth Crisp. And how does my brother Crispine Bar. Oh he is the fore-man of the shop since you went Nay we have newes to tell thee anon when we are Drinking we have given o're the Shooe-makers Cloakes now and are become Gentlemen Of the Gentle Craft and all our working Tooles are cald Saint Hugh's bones Crisp. That 's excellent Enter Shooe-maker Shooe How now my tall trencher men What make you amongst Courtiers What my Mars Bacchus Apollo virorum The Basseius manus my noble Crispianus And how does the brave Monsiers in France My brave
Thou should'st enjoy my bright Leodice Diocl. We thanke our Brothers love to grace our friend For to his worth we can no gift extend Max. What shouts are these Looke out A shout within Enter Nurse Nurs. Out of my way Sir oh my heart Max. Why what 's the matter Nurs. The matter say yee pray let me gape alittle I was out of my wits before with feare and now for joy Oh my heart I thinke in my conscience I have not so much winde left in my belly as will blow out a Candle The Princesse the Princesse Sir Max. Ha my Daughter Say where is she Nurs. O my sweet Lambkin 's found And come to Court too Max. Where who found her Nurs. A pretty handsome stripling by my Holydame Her owne Shoomaker belike poore duckling Shee was wandring and he met with her And belike shee had worne out her shooes and he fitted her finely So drew on her shooes first and drew her to Court after And he and all the Company of the Gentle Craft Sir Brings her home most sumptuously Max. With Musicks sweetest straines conduct 'em in Our sorrows wither as our joyes begin Musick Enter Shoomaker and other in their Liveries then Leodice and Wife with the Child Crispine bare-headed before Barnaby and the rest after Leodice kneeles and Maximinus embraceth her Max. Life cannot be more welcome which is he Doubles my joyes in my Leodice Nurs. This is the youth that doubles 'em O my sweet Honey-suckle have I found thee agen Max. I le treble his rewards for finding her And to be sure my Daughter not to loose thee more Great Emperour see To doe all honour unto this Prince and thee I give my onely daughter for his wife Leod. His wife my Lord Max. By my Daughter Though a stranger to thee hee 's a Prince borne Sonne to a King and well deserves thy love Leod. Here 's one deserves it more he sav'd my life When I was almost dead with griefe These can witnesse it Bar. 'T is very true Sir when shee was the lost sheepe He was the Shepheard that found her When shee was a cold he cover'd her Nay more when shee was hungry he fill'd her belly Wif. Here 's one if it could speake would be a witnesse to that Leod. And by the Proclamation your selfe are bound To let this young man marry me I le sweare I le wed with none except this Shoomaker Max. Sure her sudden fright hath made her mad Was she not frantick when thou foundst her first Nay shee 's mad still how dare you stand this scorne This is a Prince that but a begger borne Leod. A Beggar looke on this Babe 'T is his owne 't is Princely borne And a Shoomakers sonne Max. Fond Girle Leod. Good Father heare You know not what brave men these shoomakers are Bar. 'T is knowne we can get Children Sir Max. How am I vext with fooles and mad men Leod. I doe beseech you Sir my Royall Father Take this lovely Child to kisse and blesse it Max. Defend me Iupiter shee 's mad Starke mad Diocl. Why does the faire Leodice So vexe her Kingly Father With so base a brat Cris. Zoonds base Shoe Peace knave peace What wilt thou doe Leod. Base Brat Alas had the poore foole a tongue or power to speake Hee 'd sweare you did him wrong By all our gods it is as nobly borne As the proudest here Max. Strange frenzy Why does my Daughter so dishonour me Leod. I take but this poore Childs part and so should you For looke you Father this base Brats Mother Lay in my Mothers belly were shee alive Shee would acknowledge it and comfort give And it shall call you Grandsir if it live Max. Here 's strange and darke Enigmaes Speake plaine whose Child is 't Leod. This shoomakers Max. And yours 'Slife he has layne with her Shee 's his Whoore attach the Villaine Tortures shall force his basenesse to confesse it Cris. Most Royall Soveraigne Suffer not wrath to kindle in your bosome His basenesse and mine runne even in one streame It is my brother Princes by birth the King of Brittaines sonnes Our names Eldred and Offa for these names Of Crispine and Crispianus we but borrowed To keepe our lives in safety Max. Can this be true Leod. Father it is and this long since I knew Lov'd and then married a twelve Moneth since This token could it speake would tell you all Max. Whom Heaven would save from danger ne're can fall My blessing compasse both Nurse what say you to this Nurs. Nay I was asleepe when 't was done yfaith Diocl. Shee winkt a purpose Enter Queene Lut. The Queene my Lord Max. Most welcome and most wisht for Royall Princesse your fetters off Imprisonment wee here take off Goe imbrace your sonnes Quee. O my deare sonnes Max. With them receive your Daughter To your love Wonders hath falne Since you have a Prisoner beene You and your Sonnes and we are growne a kinne Quee. Fame spread abroad the wonder And the fame of our dread Lords the Emperours which in stead of death Hath given an happy passage to our lives But Royall Sir should I forget this shooe-maker We breake a bond wherein we all stand bound My sonnes of you hath loving Parents found Shoo. Faith Madam I did the best I could for 'em I have seene one married to the Emperours daughter Bar. Wou'd you had marryed me no worse Max. You all have done your best To make our comforts full for which wee 'le pay Rewards to all and crowne this happy day Bar. Wee have a boone my Lord the Emperour Max. What is 't Bar. That seeing these two Princes Fellow servants with us being of the Gentle Craft May have one Holy-day to our selves Max. What Month would you have it kept in Bar. The five and twentieth of October That none of our Trade may goe to bed sober Max. Take it These lines of Fate thus in one circle met If Dioclesian please shall here close up Dioc. In what circumference Max. Thus 't is more honour to make Kings Than be such then let these twaine Being English borne be Brittaine Kings againe This in the North shall rule Dioc. This in the South Brave Crispianus to requite thy deed Great Dioclesians hand shall Crowne thy head A Crowne presented Max. To Crispine this And this rich gift beside The faire Leodice to be his Bride Crisp. I have an humble suit unto your Highnesse Max. What is 't my Sonne Crisp. 'T is this A Church then and a beauteous Monastery On Holmhurst-Hill where Albon lost his head Offa shall build which I le St. Albons name In honour of our first English Martyrs fame Max. Build what Religious Monuments you please Be true to Rome none shall disturbe your peace Set forward Princes Fortunes Wheele turnes round We Kingdomes lose you the same houre sit Crownd And thus about the World she spreads her wings To ruine of raise up the Thrones of Kings FINIS