name hang me with my sonne And here 's another as honest as your selfe you made me call him plaine Tom I warrant his name is Thomas and some man of worship too therfore le ts to it euen when and where ye will King Tanner attend not onely doo we pardon thee But in all princely kindnesse welcome thee And thy sonnes trespasse doe we pardon too Ore goe and sée that forthwith it bee drawne Vnder our seale of England as it ought And fortie pounds wée giue thée to defray Thy charges in thy comming vp to London Now Tanner what saist thou to vs Hobs. Marrie you speake like an honest man if you meane as you say King Wee meane it Tanner on our royall word Now maister of S. Katherines what would you M. My gracious Lord the great beneuolence Though small to that your subiects could afford Of poore S. Katherines do I bring your grace Fiue hundred pounds here haue they sent by me For the easier portage all in Angell gold What this good widow mistris Norton will She comes her selfe and brings her gift with her Wid. Pardon me gratious Lord presumption Nor ouer waening in mine owne conceit Makes me thus bold to come before your Grace But loue and dutie to your maiestie And great desire to sée my Lord the King Our maister here spake of beneuolence And said my twentie Nobles was inough I thought not so but at your Highnes féete A widowes mite a token of her zeale In humble dutie giues you twentie pound Ki. Now by my crowne a gallant Iustie Girle Of all the exhibition yet bestowed This womans liberalitie likes me best Is thy name Norton Wid. I my gracious Liedge King How long hast thou béene a Widow Wid. It is my Lord Since I did burie Wilkin my goodman At Shrouetide next euen iust a dozen yeares K. In al which space couldst thou not find a man On whom thou mightst bestow thy selfe againe Wid. Not any like my Wilkin whose deare loue I know is matchlesse in respect of whom I thinke not any worthie of a kisse K. No widow that I le trie how like you this He kisseth her VVid. Beshrew my heart it was a honnie kisse Able to make an aged woman young And for the same most swéet and louely Prince See what the widow giues you from her store Fortie olde Angels but for one kisse more K. Marie Widow and thou shalt haue it Iohn Hobs thou art a widower Lackst thou such a wife Hobs. Snailes twentie pound a kisse had shee as many twentie pound bags as I haue knobs of barke in my tansat shee might kisse them away in a quarter of a yeare I le no Saint Katherines widowes if kisses be so deare Widow Clubs and clouted shooes there 's none enamourd here King Lord Maior we thanke you and entreat withall To recommend vs to our Cittizens We must for France we bid you all farewell Come Tanner thou shalt with vs to Court To marrow you shal dine with my Lord Maior And after ward set homeward when ye please God and our right that onely fights for vs Adiew pray that our toyle proue prosperous Exeunt FINIS THE SECOND PART of King Edward the Fourth Containing his iourney into France for obtaining of his right there The trecherous falshood of the Duke of Burgundie and the Constable of France vsed against him and his returne home againe Likewise the prosecution of the historie of M. Shoare and his faire wife Concluding with the lamentable death of them both Enter king Edward Howard Sellinger and Soldiers marching Edward IS this the aide our Cosin Burgundie And the great Constable of France assured vs Haue we marched thus farre through the heart of France And with the terror of our English Drums kourde the poore trembling French which leaue their towns That now the Wolues affrighted from the fields Do get their pray and kennell in their stréets Our thundring Canons now this fortnight space Like common Bell-men in some market towne Haue cried the Constable and Burgundie But yet I see they come not to our aide Wée le bring them in or by the blessed light Wée le search the Ground-stilles of their Cittis walles Since you haue brought me hither I will make The proudest Tower that stands in France to quake I maruaile Scales returnes not for by him I doe respect to heare their resolutions Enter the Lord Scales How My Soueraigne he is happily returnde Ed. Welcome my Lord welcome good Cosin Scales What newes from Burgundie what is his answer What comes he to our succour as he promised Scal. Not by his good wil for ought that I can see He lingers still in his long siedge at Nuse I vrgde his promise and your expectation Euen to the force and compasse of my spirit I chéerde my firme perswasions with your hopes And gylded them with my best Oratorie I framde my spéech still fitly as I sound The temper of his humor to be wrought vpon But still I found him earthly vnresolude Muddie and me thought euer through his eies I saw his wauering and vnsetled spirit And to be short subtile and trecherous And one that doth entend no good to you And he will come and yet he wanteth power He would faine come but may not leaue the siege He hopes he shall but yet he knowes not when He purposed but some unpediments Haue hindred his determined intent Briefly I thinke he will not come at all Ed. But is he like to take the towne of Nuse Sca. My Lord the towne is liker to take him That if he chance to come to you at all Ti 's but for succour Ed. But what saies Count Saint Paul Scales My Lord he lies and reuelles at S. Quintins And laughs at Edwards comming into France There Dominering with his drunken crue Make Jigges of vs and in their slauering iests Tell how like rogues we lie here in the field Then comes a slaue one of those drunken sots In with a Tauerne reckoning for a supplication Disguised with a cushion on his head A Drawers Apron for a Heralds Coate And tels the Count the King of England craues One of his worthie honors Dog-kennels To be his lodging for a day or two With some such other Tauerne foolerie With that this filthie rascall greasie rout Brast out in laughter at this worthie iest Neighing like horses thus the Count Saint Paul Regardes his promise to your maiestie Ed. Wil no man thrust the slaue into a sackbut Scl. Now by this light were I but néere the slaue with a black Jacke I would beat out his braines Ho. If it please your highnes but to say the word Wée le plucke him out of Quintins by the eares Ed. No cosin Howard wée le reserue our valour For better purpose since they both refuse vs Our selues will be vnriualde in our honour Now our first cast my Lord is at maine France Whilst yet our Armie is in health and strong And haue we once but broke
THE FIRST AND SECOND partes of King Edward the fourth Contayning his merrie pastime with the Tanner of Tamwoorth as also his loue to fayre Mistresse Shoare her great promotion fall and miserie and lastly the lamentable death of both her and her husband Enter King Edward the Dutches of Yorke the Queene the Lord Howard and sir Thomas Sellinger Dutchesse SOnne I tell ye you haue done you know not what King I haue married a woman else I am deceiued mother Dutch Married a woman married indéed Here is a marriage that befits a King It is no matudile it was done in haste Here is a Bridall and with hell to boote You haue made worke King Faith mother some we haue indéed but ere long you shall see vs make worke for an heire apparant I doubt not nay nay come-come Gods will what chiding stille Dutch O God that ere I livde to see this day King By my faith mother I hope you shal see the night too and in the morning I wil be bold to â—ld you to the Christning Grandmother and Godmother to a Prince of Wales tut mother t is a stirring world Dutch Haue you sent Warwicke into France for this King No by my faith mother I sent Warwicke into France for an other but this by chance being néerer hand and comming in the way I cannot tell how we concluded and now as you see are going about to get a young King Dutch But tell me sonne how will you answere this I st possible your rash vnlawfull act Should not bréed mortail hate betwixt the Realmes What may the French King thinke when he shall heare That whilst you send to entreat about his daughter Basely to take a subiect of your owne What may the Princesse Bona think of this Our noble Cosin Warwicke that great Lord That Center-shaking thunderclap of warre That like a Colum propt the house of Yorke And boare our white Rose brauely in his top When he shall heare his embassage abusor In this but made an instrument by you I know his soule will blush within his bosome And shame will sit in Scarlet on his Brew To haue his honor toucht with this foule blemish Sonne sonne I tell you that is done by you Which yet the child that is vnborne shall rue King Tush mother you are deceiude all true subiectes shall haue cause to thanke God to haue their King borne of a true English woman I tell you it was neuer well since wee imatched with strangers so our children haue béene still like Chickens of the halfe kind but where the rocke and the hen be both of one breede there is like to be birdes of the game heare you mother heare you had I gone to it by fortune I had made your sonnes George and Dicke to haue stoode gaping after the crowne this wench mother is a widow and hath made proofe of her valour and for any thing I know I am as like to do the deed as John Gray her husband was I had rather the people praied to blesse mine heire then selide me an heire hold your peace if you can see there was neuer mother had a to warder sonne why Cosin Howard and Tom Sellinger heard you euer such a coyle about a wife How My soueraigne Lord with patience beare her splaine Your princely mothers zeale is like a riuer That from the free aboundance of the waters Breakes out into this inundation From her aboundant care this rage proceeds O'er swolne with the extremitie of loue Sel. My Lord my Lord auoid a womans humor If you resist this tumor of her will Here you shall haue her dwell vpon this passion Untill she lade and dull our eares againe Séeme you but sorie for what you haue done And straight shée le put the finger in the eye With comfort now since it cannot be helpt But make you shew to iustifie the act If euer other language in her lips Then out vpon it it is abhominable I dare be hangde Say any thing it makes no matter what Then thus be wearied with a womans chat Dutch I I you are the spaniels of the Court And thus you fawn and sooth your wanton king But Edward hadst thou prizde thy maiestie Thou neuer wouldst haue staind thy princely state with the base leauings of a subiects bed Nor borne the blemish of her Bigamie A widow i st not a goodly thing Grayes children come aske blessing of the King Qu. Nay I beséech your Grace my Lady York Euen as you are a Princesse and a widow Thinke not so meanely of my widowhood A spotlesse virgin came I first to Gray With him I liude a true and faithfull wife And since his hie emperiall maiestie Hath pleasde to blesse my poore deiected state With the high Soueraigne title of his Quéene I here protest before the host of heauen I came as chaste a widow to his bed As when a virgin I to Gray was wed King Come come haue done now haue you chid enough Gods fote we were as merie ere she came as any people in Chrstendome I with the mistris and these with the maides onely wee haue no fidlers at our feast but mother you haue made a fit of mirth welcome to Grafton mother by my troth you are euen iust come as I wished you here let vs go to supper and in Charitie giue vs your blessing ere we go to Bedde Dutc. O Edward Edward flie and leaue this place Wherein poore Gllie King thou art inchanted This is her dam of Bedfords worke her mother That hath bewitcht thée Edward my poore childe Dishonour not the Princes of thy land To make the them kneele with reuerence at her féete That ere thou dost empale with soueraintie They would haue scorned to haue looked vpon There 's no such difference twixt the greatest Péere And the poore silliest kitching maide that liues Aais bet wirt thy worthines and hers Quee. I do confesse it yet my Ladie Yorke My mother is a duchesse as you are A Princesse borne the Duke of Bedfords wife And as you know a daughter and a sister Unto the royall bloud of Burgundie But you cannot so basely thinke on me As I do thinke of these vaine worldly titles God from soule my sinne as farre deuide As I am farre from boasting in this pride Selling. Madam she is the mirror of her kind Had she but so much spleene as hath a gnatte Her spirits would startle to abide your taunts She is a Saint and Madam you blaspheme to wrong so sweete a Ladie Duch. Thou art a minion and a flatterer Sellin. Madam but that you are my soueraignes mother I would let you know you wrong a Gentleman Howard Good Cosin Sellinger haue patience Her Graces rage by too much violence Hath spent it selfe alreadie into aire Déere Madam I beseeth you on my knee Tender that louing kindnesse to the Quéene That I dare sweare she doth in soule to you Edw. Well said good Cose I pray thee make them friends why
so modest and so chaste thou wast But now thou art diuorcde whiles yet hee liues That was thy husband while thou wast his wife Thy wifehood stainde by thy dishonoured life For now thou art nor widdow maide nor wife Iane I must confesse I yeelded vp the Forte Wherein lay all the riches of my joy But yet sweete Shoare before I yeelded it I did endure the longst and greatest siege That euer battred on poore chastitie And but to him that did assault the same For euer it had béene inuincible But I will yéeld it backe againe to thee He cannot blame me though it be so done To loose by me what first by me was wonne Sho. No Iane there is no place allowde for mee Where once a King hath tane possession Meane men brooke not a Riuall in their loue Much lesse so high vnriualde Maiestie concubine to one so great as Edward Is tarre too great to be the wife of Shoare Iane I will refuse the pleasures of the Court Let me go with thee Shoare though not as a wife Yet as thy slaue since I haue lost that name I will redéeme the wrong that I haue done thee With my true seruice if thou wilt accept it Sho. Thou go with mee Iane oh God forbid That I should be a traitour to my King Shall I become a fellon to his pleasures And flie away as guiltie of the theft No my deere Iane I say it may not bee Oh what haue subiects that is not their kings He not examine his prerogatiue Ia. Why then swéet Mat let me intreat thée stay What i st with Edward that I cannot do I le make thee wealthier then ere Richard was That entertaind the thrée greatst kings in Europe And feasted them in London on a day Aske what thou wilt were it a million That may content thée thou shalt haue it Shoare Sho. Indeed this were some comfort to a man That tasted want or worldly miserie But I haue lost what wealth cannot returne All worldly losses are but toyes to mine Oh all my wealth the losse of thee was more Then euer time or Fortune can restore Therfore swéet Iane farewell once thou wast mine Too rich for me and that King Edward knewe Adiew oh world he shall deceiued bee That puts his trust in women or in thee Ia. Ah Shoare farewel poore heart in death I le tell I euer loude thée Shoare farewell farewell Exit Enter king Edward Lord Maior Howard Sellinger and the traine King Hauing awakte forth of their sleepie dens Our drourie Cannons which ere long shal charme The watchfull French with deaths eternall sléepe And all things else in readinesse for France A while we will giue truce vnto our care There is a merrie Tanner néere at hand With whom we meane to be a little merrie Therefore Lord Maior and you my other friends I must intreat you not to knowledge me No man stand bare all as companions Giue me a Cloake that I may be disguisde Tom Sellinger go thou and take another So Tanner now come when yee please we are prouided And in good time see hee is come alreadie Enter the Tanner Tom Sellenger go thou and meete him Sel. What Iohn Hobs welcome ifaith to court Hob. Gramercies honest Tom where is the hangman Ned where is that mad rascall shall I not see him Sel. See where he stands that same is hee Hob. What Ned a plague found thee how dost thou for a villaine how dost thou madde Rogue and how and how King In health Iohn Hobs and verie glad to see thee But say what winde droue thee to London Hobs. Ah Ned I was brought hither with a whirlewinde man my sonne my sonne did I not tell thee I had a knaue to my sonne King Yes Tanner what of him Hob. Faith hee s in Caperdoche Ned in Stafford Goale for a robberie and is like to be hangde except thou get the King to be more miserable to him King If that be all Tanner I le warrant him I will procure his pardon of the King Hobs. Wilt thou Ned for those good words see what my Daughter Nell hath sent thee a handkercher wrought with as good Couentrie silke blew threed as euer thou sawest King And I perhaps may weare it for her sake In better presence then thou art aware off Hobs. How Ned a better present that canst thou not haue for silke cloath and workemanship why Nell made it man But Ned is not the King in this companie what hee in the long beard and the redde petticoate before God I misdoubt Ned that is the King I know it by my Lord what ye cals players King How by them Tanner Hob. Euer when they play an Enterloute or a Commodity at Tamworth the King alwaies is in a long beard and a red gowne like him therefore I spekt him to be the King King No trust me Tanner this is not the King but thou shalt see the King before thou goest and haue a pardon for thy sonne too with thee This man is the Lord Maior Lord Maior of London héere was the Recorder too but hee is gone Hobs. What Nicnames these courtnoles haue Mare and Corder quotha we haue no such at Liechfield there is the honest Bayliffe and his brethren such words grée best with vs King My Lord Maior I pray ye for my sake to bidde this honest Tanner welcome Maior You are welcome my honest friend In signe whereof I pray you see my house And suppe with mee this night Hobs. I thanke yee good goodman Masor but I care not for no meate my stomacke is like to a sicke swines that will neither eate nor drinke till shée know what shal become of her pigge Ned and Tom you promisde me a good turne when I came to Court either doo it now or go hang your selues King No sooner comes the King but I will doo it Sel. I warrant thee Tanner feare not thy sonnes life Hobs. Nay I feare not his life I feare his death Enter Maister of Saint Katherines and Widow Norton Maiste. All health and happinesse to my Soueraigne King The Maister of Saint Katherines hath marde all Hobs. Out alas that euer I was borne The Tanner falles in a swound they labour to reuiue him meane while the king puts on his roy all robes King Looke to the Tanner there he takes no harme I would not haue him for my crowne miscarrie Wid. Let me come to him by my kings good leaue Here 's ginger honest man bite it Hobs. Bite ginger bite ginger bite a dogs date I am but a dead man ah my Liedge that you should deale so with a poore well meaning man but it makes no matter I can but die King But when Tanner canst thou tell Hobs. Nay euen when you please for I haue so defended ye by calling ye plaine Ned mad rogue and rascall that I know you le haue me hangde Therefore make no more adoe but send me downe to Stafford and there a Gods
Loue thy Iane still nay more if more may be kissing her And this is all the harme that at my hands She shall endure for it Oh where my Edward loues It ill beseemes his Queene to grudge thereat King Sayest thou me so Besse on my kingly word Edward will honour thee in heart for this But trust me Besse I greatly was afraid I should not finde ye in so good a tune How now what would our Constable of the Towre Bra. The Queene and misstris Shoare do know my sute Qu. It is for Stranguidge and his men at sea Edward needs must you pardon them King Haue I not vowed the contrarie alreadie Dishonour mee when I haue made a league My word is past and they shall suffer death Or neuermore let mee see France againe Iane Why there is one was but a passenger Shall hee die too King Passe me no passage Iane were he in companie hee dies for companie Qu. Good Iane intreat for them Iane Come Edward I must not take this answere Needs must I haue some grace for Stranguidge King Why Iane haue I not denide my Quéenes Yet what i st Iane I would denie to thee I prethee Brackenburie be not thou displeasde My word is past not one of them shall liue One go see them forth with sent to death Exeunt Enter Clarence Gloster and Shaw Glost. I cannot see this prophesie you speake of Should any way so much displease the King And yet I promise you good Brother Clarence T is such a letter as concernes vs both That G. should put away King Edwards children And sit vpon his throne that G. should well Cla. God blesse the king those two swéet young Princes Glo. Amen good brother Clarence Shaw Amen Glo. And send them all to heauen shortly I beseech him Cla. The Kinges much troubled in his sicknesse with it Glo. I promise you hee is and verie much But Doctor Shaw who prophested that G. should be so sadly ominous to vs Shaw My Lord of Glocester I receiude the same From old Frier Anselme of S. Bartholmewes Glo. A great learned man he was and as I haue heard Hath prophesied of very many things I promise you it troubles me I hope in me his prophesie is true aside Cla. And so it does me I tell you brother Glocester Glo. I am sure it does for looke you brother Clarence We know not how his Highnes will applie it We are but two your selfe my Lord and I Should the young Princes faile which God defend Cla. Which God defend D. Shaw Which God defend Glo. aside But they should be cut off Amen Amen You brother first and should your issue faile Poore I am next the youngest of the thrée But how farre I am from a thought of that Heauen witnes with me that I wish you dead aside Cla. Brother I durst be sworne Glo. God blesse you al and take you to him if it be his will Now brother this prophesie of G. troubling the King He may as well applie it vnto Glocester My Dukedomes name if he be iealious As vnto George your name good brother Clarence God helpe God helpe Ifaith it troubles me You would not thinke how aside that any of you liue Cla. It cannot thuse how innocent I am And how vnspotted are my loyall thoughts Vnto his Highnes and those swéete yong Princes God be my record Glo. Who you I I durst answer for you That I shall cut you off ere it be long aside But reuerend Doctor you can onely tell Being his Highnes Confessor how he takes it aside to Shaw Shaw you know my minde a villaine like my selfe Shaw My Lord of Clarence I must tell your Lordship His Highnes is much troubled in his sicknes With this same prophesie of G. Who is this G Oft times he will demaund then will he sigh And name his brother George your selfe my Lord And then he strikes his breast I promise you This morning in th' extreamest of his fitte He lay so still we all thought he had slept When suddenly George is the G. quoth he And gaue a groane and turnde his face away Cla. God be my witnesse witnesse with my soule My iust and vpright thoughts to him and his I stand so guiltlesse and so innocent As I could wish my breast to be transparent And my thoughts written in great letters there The world might read the secrets of my soule Glo. Ah brother Clarence when you are suspected Well well it is a wicked world the while But shall I tell you brother in plaine tearmes I feare your selfe and I haue enemies About the King God pardon them The world was neuer worser to be trusted Ah brother George where is that loue that was Ah it is banisht brother from the world Ah Conscience Conscience and true brotherhood T is gone t is gone brother I am your friend I am your louing brother your owne selfe And loue you as my soule vse me in what you please And you shall see I le doe a brothers part Send you to heauen I hope ere it be long aside I am a true stampt villaine as euer liude Cla. I know you will then brother I beséech you Pleade you mine innocence vnto the King And in meane time to tell my loyaltie I le kéepe within my house at Bainards Castle Vntill I heare how my dread Soueraigne takes it Glo. Do so good brother Cla. Farewell good brother Gloster Glo. My teares will scarcely let me take my leaue I loue you so Farewell sweet George Exit Cla. So is he gone now Shaw t is in thy power To binde me to thee euerlastingly And there is not one step that I shall rise But I will draw thee with me vnto greatnesse Thou shalt sit in my bosome as my soule Incense the king now being as thou art So neere about him and his Confessor That this G. onely is George Duke of Clarence Doctor thou needst not my instruction Thou hast a searching braine a nimble spirit Able to master any mans affections Effect it Shaw and bring it to passe once I le make thee the greatest Shaw that euer was Sha. My Lord I am going by commaundement Vnto the Marshalsea to Captaine Stranguidge For Pyracie of late condemnde to die There to confesse him and his companie That done I le come with spéed backe to the king And make no doubt but I le effect the thing Glo. Farewell gentle Doctor Sha. Farewell my Lord of Gloster Exit Glo. Let me awake my sléeping wits a while Ha the marke thou aimst at Richard is a crowne And many stand betwixt thee and the same What of all that Doctor play thou thy part I le climbe vp by degrees through many a heart Exit Enter Brackenburie with Vaux the Keeper Bra. Why maister Vaux is there no remedie But instantly they must be led to death Can it not be deferd till after noone Or but two howres in hope to get reprie K. Maister Lieutenant t is in vaine
to speake The kinges incensde and will not pardon them The men are patient and resolude to die The Captaine and that other Gentleman Haue cast the dice whether shall suffer first Bra. How fell the Lot to Stranguidge or to him Kee. The guiltlesse passenger must first go too t Bra. They are all guiltlesse from intent of ill Kee. And yet must die for doing of the deed Besides the Duke of Exeter found dead And naked floating vp and downe the sea Twixt Calice and our coast is laid to them That they should rob and cast him ouerboord Bra. My soule be pauwne they neuer knew of it Kee. Well bring them forth Bra. Stay them yet but an houre Kee. I dare not do it sir Robert Brackenburie You are Lieutenant of the Towre your selfe And know the perill of protracting time Moreouer here 's that pickthanke Doctor Shaw The Duke of Glosters spaniell shriuing them Come bring them forth Bra. Poore Stranguidge must thou die Enter one bearing a siluer Oare before Stranguidge Shoare and two or three more pinionde and two or three with bils and a hangman Bra. stil. I dare not say good morrow but ill day That Harrie Stranguidge is thus cast away Stran Good Cosin Brackenbury be as wel content To see me die as I to suffer death Be witnesse that I die an honest man Because my fact proues ill through ignorance And for the Duke of Exceter his death So spéede my soule as I am innocent Here goes my griefe this guiltlesse gentleman Like AEsops Storke that dyes for companie And came God knowes but as a passenger Ah master Hud a thousand floods of woe Ore-flow my soule that thou must perish so Sho. Good Captaine set no perturbation Hinder our passage to a better world This last breaths blast will waste our weary soules Ouer deaths gulfe to heauens most happy port There is a little battaile to be fought This while the hangman prepares Shoare at this speech mounts vp the ladder Wherein by lot the leading must be mine Second me Captaine and this bitter breakfast Shall bring a sweeter supper with the Saints D. S. This Christian patiece at the point of death Doth argue he hath led no wicked life How euer heauen hath laid this crosse on him Well Mathew Flud for so thou calst thy selfe Finish a good course as thou hast begun And cleere thy conscience by confession What knowst thou of the Duke of Exceters death Sho. So God respect the waygate of my soule as I know nothing Do. S. Then concerning this for which thou diest knew Stranguidge of the league betwixt the Kings before he tooke that prize Sho. No in my conscience Do. S. Stranguidge what say you You see there 's but a turne betwixt your liues You must be next confesse and saue yeur soule Concerning that wherein I questionde him I am your ghostly father to absolue You of your sinnes if you confesse the truth Stran. True D. Shaw and as I hope for heauen In that great day when we shall all appeare I neither knew how that good Duke came dead Nor of the league till I had tane the prize Neither was Fludde that innocent dying man Euer with mee but as a passenger D. S. More happie he well Flud forgiue the world As thou wilt haue forgiuenesse from the heauens Sho. O so I doe and pray the world forgiue What wrong I did whilst I therein did liue And now I pray you turne your paines to them And leaue mee priuate for a little space To meditate vpon my parting hence D. Sha. Do gentle Flud and we wil pray for thée Sho. Pray not for Flud but pray for Mathew Shoare For Shoare couered with the cloake of Flud aside If I haue sinnde in chaunging of my name Forgiue mee God t was done to hide my shame And I forgiue the world King Edward first That wrackt my state by winning of my wife And though he would not pardon trespasse small In these in me God knowes no fault at all I pardon him though guiltie of my fall Perhaps he would if hee had knowne t was I But twentie deaths I rather wish to die Than liue beholding for one minutes breath To him that liuing wounded me with death Death of my ioy and hell of my defame Which now shall die vnder this borrowed name Iane God forgiue thée euen as I forgiue And pray thou maist repent while thou dost liue I am as glad to leaue this loathed light As to imbrace thee on our marriage night To die vnknowne thus is my greatest good That Mathew Shoares not hangde but Mathew floud For flouds of woe haue washt away the shore That neuer wife nor kinne shall looke on more Now when ye will I am preparde to go Enter Iockie running and crying Iockie Hawd hawd saye for spéede vntaye vntrusse pull downe pul off God seaue the King off with the helters hence with the prisoners a pardon a pardon Bra. Good newes vnlookt for welcome gentle friend who brings the pardon Iockie Stay first lat ma blaw my mastres mastres Shoare shoe brings tha pardoune tha kings pardoune off with those bands bestow them o tha hangman may mastres made mee runne the néerest way ore tha fields she rayds a pace the hee way shee s at hand bay this sirra yee that preech come down lat Doctor Shaw hea your place hee s tha better scholler mastres Shoare bring a new lesson for you Shoare O I had read my latest lesson well Had hee béene readie to haue said Amen point to the hangman Now shall I liue to see my shame agen Shoare comes downe O had I dide vnwitting to my wife Rather then see her though she bring me life Enter Iane in haste in her riding cloake and sauegard with a pardon in her hand Iane Alas I see that euen my smallest stay Had lost my labour and cast them away God knowes I basted all that ere I might Here master Vaux King Edward gréets ye well His gracious pardon frées this Gentleman And all his companie from shameful death All God saue the king God blesse mistris Shoare Ioc. Amen kéep these frea cōming here any marre Iane You must discharge them paying of their fées Which for I feare their store is verie small I will defray hold here take purse and all Nay master Vaux t is gold if not inough Send to me I will pay you royally Stran. Ladie in the behalfe of all the rest With humble thanks I yéeld my selfe your slaue Commaund their seruice and commaund my life Ia. No Captain Stranguidge let the king command Your liues and seruice who hath giuen you life These and such offices conscience bids me doe D. Sh. Pittie that ere awry she trode her shoe Sh. O had that cōscience prickt when loue prouokt Bra. Ladie the last but not the least in debt To your deuotion for my Cosins life I render thankes yet thanks is but a breath Commaund Madame during life Olde
thee As she sits weeping and praying enters at one doore young M. Aire and old Rufford at another Aire This way she went and cannot be far off For but euen now I met the officers That were attendant on her in her penance Yonder she sits now then Aire shew thy selfe Thankfull to her that sometime sau'de thy life When Law had made thée subiect to base death Giue her thy purse for here comes some Ladie Stand by a while for feare thou be discouered Ruff. What mistris Shoare King Edwards concubine Set on a mole-hill oh disparagement A throne were fitter for your Ladiship Fie will you flubber these faire cheekes with feares Or sit so solitarie where 's all your seruants Where is your gowne of silke your periwigs Your fine rebatoes and your costly iewels What not so much as a shooe vpon your foote Nay then I see the world goes hard with whoores Aire The villaine slaue gibes at her miserie Ruf. Now whether is it better to be in court And there to beg a licence of the King For transportation of commodities Then here to sit forsaken as thou dost I thinke vpon condition Edward liude And thou were still in fauour as before Thou woulds not say that Rufford had deserude To haue his eares rent for a worser suite Then licence to shippe ouer corne and leade What not a word faith wench I le tell thee what If thou dost thinke thy olde trade out of date Go learne to play the bawde another while Ai. Jnhumane wretch why dost thou scorne her so And vere her grieued soule with bitter taunts Ruf. Because I will shee is a curtisan And one abhorred of the world for lust Air. If all thy faultes were in thy forehead writ Perhaps thou wouldst thy selfe appeare no lesse But much more horrible then she doth now Ruff. You are no iudge of mine sir Aire Why nor thou of her Ruf. The world hath iudgde and found her guilty And t is the Kings commaund she be held odious Aire The King of heauen commandeth otherwise And if thou be not willing to relieue her Let it suffize thou seest her miserable And studie not to amplifie her griefe Enter mistris Blage verie poorely a begging with her basket and clap-dish What other wofull spectacle comes here Mistris take that and spend it for my sake When Rufford lookes away Aire throwes his purse to mistris Shoare Bla. Oh I am pincht with more thē common want Where shall I find reliefe Good Gentleman Pittie a wretched woman like to starue And I will pray for yee One halfepennie For Christs sake to comfort me withall Ruf. What mistris Blage i st you no maruaile sure But you should be relieude a halfepenie quotha I marie sir and so be hangde my selfe Not I this Gentleman may if he please Get you to your companion mistris Shoare And then there is a paire of queanes well met Now I bethinke mee I le go to the King And tell him that some will relieue Shoares wife Except some officer there be appointed That carefully regards it be not so Thereof my selfe will I make offer to him Which questionlesse hee cannot but accept So shall I stil pursue Shoares wife with hate That scornd mée in her high whoores estate Exit Bla. Good Gentleman bestow your charitie One single halfepennie to helpe my neede Aire Not one were I the master of a mint What succour thee that didst betray thy friend See where she sits whom thou didst scorne indeed And therefore rightly art thou scornde againe Thou thoughtst to beene riched with her goods But thou hast now lost both thy owne and hers And for my part knew It would saue thy life Thou shouldst not get so much as a crum of bread Packe counterfeit packe a way dissembling drab Bla. Oh miserie but shall I stay to looke Her in her face whom I so much haue wrongde Ia. Yes mistris Blage I fréely pardon you You haue done me no wrong come sit by mee T was so in wealth why not in pouertie Bla. Oh willingly if you can brooke her presence Whom you haue greater reason to despise Ia. Why woman Ric hard that hath banisht me And séekes my ruine causelesse though it bee Do I in heart pray for and will do still Come thou share wit h me what God hath sent A stranger gaue it mee and part thereof I do as fréely now bestow on you Bla. I thanke you mistris Shoare this courtesie Renewes the griefe of my inconstancie Enter master Shoare with reliefe for his wife Sho. Yonder shee sits how like a withered tree That is in winter leauelesse and bereft Of liuely sappe sits she poore abiect soule How much vnlike the woman is she now She was but yesterday so short and brittle Is this worlds happines but who is that False mistris Blage how canst thou brook hir Iane I thou wast alwaies mild and pittifull Oh hadst thou béene as chast we had béene blest But now no more of that she shall not starue So long as this and such as this may serue Here mistris Shoare féed on these homely Cates And there is wine to drinke them downe withal Ia. Good sir your name that pities poore Ia Shoare That in my praiers I may remember you Sho. No matter for my name I am a friend That loues you well so farewell mistiris Shoare When that is spent I vow to bring you more Ia. Gods blessing be your guide where ere you go Thus mistris Blage you sée amidst our woe For all the world can doe God sends reliefe And will not yet wée perish in our griefe Come let vs step into some secret place Bla. T is not amisse if you be so content For here the fieldes too open frequent Exeunt Where vndisturbde we may partake this grace Master Shoare enters againe Sho. What is she gone so soone alacke poore Iane How I compassionate thy wofull case Whereas we liude together man and wife Oft on an humble stoole by the fire side Sate she contented when as my high heat Would chid her for it But what would she saye Husband we both must lower sit one day When I dare sweare thee neuer dreamd of this But see good God what prophesying is Enter Rufford and Fogge with the counterfait letters Pattents Shoare stands aside Ruff. This is King Richards hand I know it well And this of thine is iustly counterfeit As hee himselfe would sweare it were his owne Sho. The kings hand 〈◊〉 more of that Ruff. Why euerie letter euerie little dash In all respectes alike how may I vse My transportation of my cozne and hides Without the danger of forbidding lawe And so I would haue done in Edwards daies But that good mistris Shoare did please to crosse mée But marke how now I will requite her for it I moude my sute and plainely tolde the King Som would relieue her if no man had charge To sée seuerely to the contrarie Forth with his Grace appointed mee the
so much as I doe But by thy onely mercie to preserue it Untill I loose it for my charitie Thou giu'st me more then euer I can pay Then do thy pleasure executioner And now farewell kind vertuous mistris Shoare In heauen wée le méete againe in earth no more Here he is executed Ia. Farewel farewel thou for thy almes dost die And I must end here starude in miserie In life my friend in death I le not forsake thee Thou goest to heauen I hope to ouertake thee Sho. O world what art thou man euen from his birth Findes nothing else but miserie on earth Thou neuer world scorn'dst mée so much before But I vaine world do hate thee ten times more I am glad I féele approaching death so nie World thou hatest mée I thée vaine world defie I pray yee yet good master officers Do but this kindnesse to poore wretched soules As let vs haue the buriall of our friend It is but so much labour saude for you She. There take his body bury it where you wil So it be quickly done out of the way Exit Sherife and Officers Ia. What 's he that begs the buriall of my friend And hath so oftentimes relieued mee Ah gentle sir to comfort my sad woe Let mee that good kind man of mercie know Sho. Ah Iane now there is none but thou and I Looke on mee well knowest thou thy Ma. Shoare Ia. My Husband then breake and liue no more She swounds and he supports her in his armes Sho. Ah my déere Iane comfort thy heauie soule Go not away so soone a little stay A little little while that thou and I Like man and wife may here together die Iane How can I looke vpon my husbands face That shamde my self and wrought his déep disgrace Sho. Iane be content our woes are now alike With one selfe rod thou séest God doth vs strike If for thy sinne I le pray to heauen for thee And if for mine do thou as much for mee Iane Ah Shoare i st possible thou canst forgiue mée Shoare Yes Iane I doc Iane I cannot hope thou wilt My faults so great that I cannot expect it Sho. I faith I doe as fréely from my soule As at Gods hands I hope to be forgiuen Ia. Then God reward thée for we now must part I féele cold death doth seize vpon my heart Sho. And hee is come to mee here he lies I féele him readie to close vp mine eies Lend mée thy hand to burie this our friend And then we both will hasten to our end Here they put the bodie of young Aire into a Coffin and then he fits downe on the one side of it and she on the other Iane sit thou there here I my place will haue Giue mée thy hand thus wée embrace our graue Ah Iane he that the depth of woe will see Let him but now behold our miserie But be content this is the best of al Lower then now we are wée cannot fall Iane Ah I am faint how happie Aire art thou Not féeling that which doth afflict vs now Sho. Oh happie graue to vs this comfort giuing Here lies two liuing dead here one dead liuing Here for his sake loe this we doe for thee Thou lookste for one and art possest of thrée Ia. Oh dying marriage oh swéet married death Thou graue which only shouldst part faithfull friends Bringst vs togither and dost ioyne our hands Oh liuing death euen in this dying life Yet ere I go once Mathew kisse thy wife He kisseth her and she dies S. Ah my swéet Iane farewel farewel poore soule Now tyrant Richard doo the worst thou canst She doth defie thée oh vnconstant world Here lies a true Anatomie of thee A King had all my ioy that her inioyde And by a King againe shee was destroyde All ages of my kingly woes shall tell Once more inconstant world farewell farewell he dies Enter sir Robert Brackenburie with two or three of his seruants Bra. Sirs if the King or else the Duke of Buckingham Do send for me I will attend them straight But what are these here openly lie dead Oh God the one is mistris Shoare this is Floud That was my man the third is master Aire Who suffered death for his reléeuing her They shall not thus lie in the open way Lend me your hands and heauie hearts withall At mine owne charge lie giue them buriall They beare them thence Enter King Richard crowned Buckingham Aire of Warwicke Louell Catesbie Fogge and attendants Richard Most noble Lords since it hath pleased you Beyond our expectation on yeur bounties T' impale my temples with the Diademe How farre my quiet thoughts haue euer béene From this great majesticke soureraigntie Heauen best can witnesse I am your King Long may I be so to deserue your loue But I will be a seruant to you all Pray God my broken sléeps may giue you rest But onely that my bloud doth chalenge it Being your lawfull Prince by true succession I could haue wisht with all my heart I could This maiestie had sitten on the browe Of any other so much do I affect a priuate life To spend my dates in contemplation But since that heauen and you will haue it so I take the crowne as méekely at your hands As free and pure from an ambitious thought As any new borne babe Thus must thou Richard Séeme as a saint to men in outward shew aside Being a verie diuell in thy heart Thus must thou couer all thy villanies And kéepe them close from ouerlookers eyes Buck. My Soueraigne by the generall consent Of all the Lords aud commons of the land I tender to your royall maiestie This princely Lady the Lady Anne of Warwick Iudged the onely worthiest of your loue To be your highnes bride faire Englands Quéen Rich. My royall Princely Cosin Buckingham I see you striue to blesse mee more and more Your bountie is so large and ample to mee You ouerflow my spirits with your great loue I willingly accept this vertuous Princesse And crowne her Angell beautie with my loue Lo. Then as the hand of your high parliament I giue her here vnto your maiestie Rich. Lord Louell I as heartily receiue her Welcome faire Queene C. And from the Lords commons of your land I giue the frée and voluntarie oath Of their allegeance to your maiesty As to their soueraigne and liege Lord and Ladie Richard the third beauteous Anne his Quéene The true and lawfull King Quéene of England Rich. I doe accept it Catesbie and returne Exchange of mutuall and partie loue Now Fogge too that in your traiterous Libels Besides the counterfeiting of our hand and seale For Rufford though so great a fault deserude To suffer death as hee alreadie hath Going about to slubber our renowne And wound vs with reproach and infamie Yet Fogge that thou thy selfe maist plainely see How farre I am from séeking sharp reuenge Fogge I forgiue thee and withall wee doe Repeale our heauie sentence gainst Shoares wife Restoring all her goods for we intend With all the world now to be perfect friends Cat. Why my good Lord you knew shée s dead alreadie R. True Catesbie else I nere had spoke such words aside Alas I see our kindnesse comes too late For Catesbie tels me she is dead alreadie Cat. I my good Lord so is her husband too Rich. Would they had liude to see our friendly change But Catesbie say where dide Shoare and his wife Cat. Where Aire was hangde for giuing her reliefe There both of them round circkling his cold graue And arme in arme departed from this life The people for the loue they beare to her And her kind husband pittying his wrongs For euer after meane to call the ditch Shoares Ditch as in the memorie of them Their bodies in the Friers minorites Are in one graue enterred all together But mistris Blage for ingratitude To mistris Shoare lies dead vnburied And no one will afford her buriall Ric. But mistris Blage she shal haue burial too What now we must be friends indeed we must And now my Lords I giue you all to know In memorie of our eternall loue I do ordaine an order of the Bathe Twelue knights in number of that royall sort Which order with all princely ceremonies Shall be obserued in all royall pompe As Edwards our forefather of the Barter Which feast our selfe and our beloued Quéene Will presently solemnize in our person Buc. Now am I bold to put your grace in mind Of my long suite and partly your owne promise The Earle of Herefords lands Rich. Cosin wée le better thinke on that here after Buc. My pains my Lord hath not deserude delay Ric. Wil you appoint our time then you shal stay For this hote hastinesse sir you shall stay Moone us no more you were best Buc. I Richard is it come to this In my first suite of all dost thou denie mee Breake thine own word turne me off so slieghtly Richard thoud hadst as good haue damnde thy soule As basely thus to deale with Buckingham Richard I le sit vpon thy crumped shoulder I faith I will if heauen will giue me leaue And Harrie Richmond this hand alone Shall fetch thée home and seat thee in his throne Exit Rich. What is he gone in heat why farewell bee He is displeasde let him be pleasde againe We haue no time to thinke on angrie men Come my swéet Quéene let vs go solemnize Our Knighthoods order in most royall wise Exeunt FINIS
gained what I haue lost what I haue laid cut my taking is more theÌ„ my spending for here 's store left I haue spent but a groat a penie for my two iades a penie to the poore a penie pot of ale and a penie cake for my man and me a dicker of Cowehides cost mee Here enter the Queene Duchesse with their riding rods vnpinning their masks Hobs goes forward Snailes who comes here mistris Ferries or mistris what call ye her Put vp Iohn Hobs money tempts beauty Du. Well met good fellow sawest thou not the hart Ho. My heart God blesse me from séeing my heart Du. Thy heart the déereman we demaund the decre Hobs. Do you demaund what 's déere mary corne and cow hides Masse a good smug lasse well like my daughter Nell I had rather then a bend of leather shee and I might smutch togither Dutchesse Camst thou not downe the wood Hobs. Yes mistris that I did Dutch And sawst thou not the déere imbost Hobs. By my hood ye make me laugh what the dickens is it loue that makes ye prate to me so fondly by my fathers soule I would I had iobd faces with you Huntsm. Why how now Hobs so saucie with the Dutchesse and the Quéene Hobs. Much Queene I trow these be but women and one of them is like my wench I would she had her rags I would giue a load of haire and hornes and a fat of leather to match her to some iustice by the meghollie 2. Huntsm. Be silent Tanner and aske pardon of the Queen Hobs. And ye be the Queene I crie ye mercie good mistris Queene Queen No fault my friend Madam le ts take our bowes And in the standing seeke to get a shoote Dutch Come bende our bowes and bring the herde of dere Exeunt Hobs. God send yée-good standing and good striking and fat flesh sée if all Gentle women be not alike when their blacke facce be on I tooke the Quéene as I am true Tanner for mistris Ferris Enter Sellenger and Howard in Greene Hobs. Soft who comes here more knaues yet Sel. Ho good fellow sawst thou not the King Hobs. No good fellow I saw no King which King doost thou aske for How Why King Edward what King is there else Hob. There 's another King and ye could hit on him one Harrie one Harrie and by our Ladie they say hee s the honester man of the two Sel. Sirra beware you speake not treason Hob. What if I doe Sell. Then thou lt be hangde Hob. A dogs death I le not meddle with it for by my troth I know not when I speake treason when I do not there 's such halting betwixt two Kings that a man cannot goe vpright but he shal offend tone of them I would God had them both for me How Well thou sawst not the King Hob. No is he in the countrie How Hee s hunting here at Drayton Basset Hob. The deuill he is God blesse his Mastership I saw a woman here that they said was the Quéene shee s as like my daughter but my daughter is the fairer as euer I sée Sell. Fare well fellow speake well of the King Exeunt Hob. God make him an honest man I hope that 's well spoken for by th mouse foot some giue him hard words whether be serues vm or not let him looke to that I le meddle of my cow hide and let the world slide Enter the king disguised The diuell in a dung cart how these roysters swarme in the countrie now the King is so neere God liuer me from this for this lookse like a cheese but a man cannot tell amongst these Courtnoles whose true K. Ed. Holla my friend good fellow pre thée stay Hob. No such matter I haue more haste of my way K. Ed. If thou be a good fellow let me borrow a word Hob. My purse thou meanest I am no good fellow and I pray God thou beest not one K. Ed. Why dost thou not loue a good fellow Hobs. No good fellowes be theeues K. Ed. Dost thou thinke I am one Hob. Thought is frée and thou art not my ghostly father K. Ed. I meane thée no harme Hob. Who knowes that but thy selfe I pray God he spie not my purse K. Ed. On my troth I meane shee none Hob. Upon thy oth I le stay now what saist thou to me Speake quickly for my companie staies for me beneath at the next stile K. Ed. The King is hunting hereabouts didst thou see his Maiestie Hob. His maiestie what 's that his horse or his mare K. Ed. Tush I meane his Grace Hob. Grace quotha pray God he haue any which King dost thou quire for K. Ed. Why for King Edward knowst thou anie more Kings then one Hob. I know not so many for I tel thee I know none marrie I heare of King Edward K. Ed. Didst thou see his Highnesse Hob. By my hollidame that 's the best tearme thou gaust him yet hee s high inough but hee has put poore King Harrie low inough K. Ed. How low hath he put him Hob. Nay I cannot tel but he has put him down for he has got the crowne much good do ot him with it K. Ed. Amen I like thy talk so wel I would I knew thy name Hob. Dost thou not know mee K. Ed. No Hobs. Then thou knowest no bodie didst neuer heare of Iohn Hobs the Tanner of Tamworth K. Ed. Not till now I promise thee but now I like thee wel Hobs. So do not I thee I feare thou art some out-rider that liues by taking of purses here on Bassets heath but I feare thée not for I haue wared all my money in Cowhides at Colesill market and my man my mare are hard by at the hill foote K. Ed. Is that thy grey mare that 's tide at the stile with the hâ—es on her backe Hobs. That 's Brocke my mare and there 's Dunne my nag and Dadgeon my man K. Ed. There 's neither man nor horse but onely one mare Hob. Gods blew budkin has the knaue serud me so farewel I may loose his horns and mare all by prating with thee K. Ed. Tarry man tarry thei le sooner take my gelding then thy gray mare for I haue tide mine by her Hobs. That will I see afore I le take your word K. Ed. I le beare thée companie Hob. I had as lieue go alone Exeunt Enter the two huntsmen againe with the Bowes 1 Hunts. Now on my troth the Queene shoots passing wel 2. Hunts. So did the Dutchesse when she was as young 1. Hunts. Age shakes the hand and shoots both wide short 2. Hunts. What haue they giuen vs 1. Hunts. Sâ—re rose nobles lust 2. Hunts. The Queene gaue foure 1. Hunts. True and the Dutchesse twaine 2. Hunts. O were we euer so paide for our paine 1. Hunts. Tut had the King come as they said he would he would haue rainde vpon vs showres of gold 2 Hunts. Why he is hunting
that letter sirra drinke you that giues his purse and stay not but poste backe againe for life and thanke my brother Gloster for his newes commende me to him I le see him to morrow night How like yée it sirs Exit Messenger Sel. O passing well my Liege you may be merrie for these happie newes King The merrier with our host the Tanner Tom My Lord take you that letter to the Ladies Bidde them be merrie with that second course And if wee see them not before wee goe Pray them to iourney easily after vs Wée le post to London so good night my Lord Exeunt Enter Hobs and his daughter Nell Hobs. Come Nell come daughter is your hands and your face washed Nell I forsooth Father Hob. Yee must bee cleanely I tell yee for there comes a Courtnole hither to night the kings master ships Butler Ned a spruce youth but beware ye be not in loue nor ouertaken by him for Courtiers be slipperie lads Nell No forsooth father Hobs. Gods blessing on thee that halfe yéeres schooling at Liechfield was better to thee then house and land it has put such manners into thee I forsooth and no forsooth at euerie word yee haue a cleane smocke on I like your apparrel well is supper readie Nell I forsooth father Hobs. Haue wee a good barley bagpudding a péece of fat Bacon a good cow heele a hard cheese and a browne loafe Nell All this forsooth and more yee shall haue a posset but indeed the rats haue spoyled your hard cheese Hobs. Now the diuell choake them so they haue eate mee a farthing candle the other night Dudgeon within What maister maister Hobs. How now knaue what faist thou Dudgeon Dud. Here 's guests come where 's Hellen Hobs. What guests be they Dud. A courtnole one Ned the kings Butcher he sayes and his friends too Hobs. Ned the kings butcher ha ha the kings butler take their horses and walke them and bid them come neare house Nell lay the cloth and clap supper o th boord Exit Nell Enter King Edward and Sellenger Mas here 's Ned indeed and another misproud ruffian Welcome Ned I like thy honestie thou keepest promise K. Ed. I faith honest Tanner I le euer keep promise with thée pre thee bid my friend welcome Hobs. By my troth ye are both welcome to Tamwoorth friend I know not your name Sel. My name is Tom Twist Hobs. Beleeue ye that list but ye are welcome both and I like you both well but for one thing Sel. What 's that Hobs. Nay that I keepe to my selfe for I sigh to see and thinke that pride brings many one to extraction King Pre thee tell vs thy meaning Hobs. Troth I doubt ye nere came truly by all these gay ragges T is not your bare wages and thinne fees yee haue of the King can keepe ye thus fine but eyther yee must rob the King priuily or his subiectes openly to maintaine your probicallitie Sel. Thinkest thou so Tanner Hobs. T is no matter what I thinke come le ts go to supper What Nell what Dudgeon where be these folkes Enter Nell and Dudgeon with a Table couered Daughter bid my friends welcome Nell Ye are welcome Gentlemen as I may say Sell. I thanke yee faire maid kisse her both King A prettie wench be my faye Hobs. How likest her Ned King I like her so well I would yee would make mée your sonne in law Hobs. And I like thée so well Ned that hadst thou an occupation for seruice is no heritage a young courtier an olde begger I could finde in my heart to cast her away vpon thée and if thou wilt forsake the court and turne Tanner or vind thy selfe to a shoomaker in Liechfield I le giue thee twentie nobles readie money with my Nell and trust thée with a dicker of leather to set vp thy trade Sel. Ned he offers ye faire if ye haue the grace to take it King He does indeed Tom and hereafter I le tell him more Hob. Come sit downe to supper go to Nell no more sheeps eies ye may be caught I tell ye these be licorish lads Nell I warrant ye father yet in truth Ned is a very proper man and tother may serue but Ned 's a pearle in mine eye Hob. Daughter cal Dudgeon and his fellowes wee le haue a thrée men song to make our guests merrie Exit Nell Nailes what courtnoles are yee yée le neither talke nor eate What newes at the court do somewhat for your meat King Heauie newes there King Henrie is dead H. That 's light newes merie for your master king Edward King But how will the commons take it Hob. Well God be with good King Henrie faith the commons will take it as a common thing deaths an honest man for he spares not the King for as one comes anothers tane away and seldome comes the better that 's all we say Sellin. Shrewdly spoken Tanner by my faye Hob. Come fill me a cup of mother Whetstones ale I may drinke to my friendes and driue downe my tale Here Ned and Tom I drinke to ye and yet if I come to the court I doubt you le not know me Kin. Yes Tom shal be thy suretie Tanner I wil know thée Sel. If thou dost not Ned by my troth I beshrew thee King I drinke to my wife that may be Sel. Faith Ned thou maist liue to make her a Ladie King Tush her father offers nothing hauing no more children but her Hob. I would I had not condition she had all But I haue a knaue to my son I remember him by you euen such an â—thrist as one of you two that spends all on gay cloathes and new fashions and no work wil downe with him that I feare hée le be hangd God blesse you from a better fortune yet you weare such filthie bréeks Lord were not this a good fashion yes and would saue many a faire penie King Let that passe and let vs heare your song Hob. Agréed agréed come sol sol sol fa fa fa say Dudgeon Here they sing the threemans Song Agencourt Agencourt know ye not Agencourt Where the English slew and hurt all the French foemen With our Gunnes and billes browne O the French were beaten downe Morrys pikes and bowmen c. Sel. Well sung good fellowes I would the King heard yee Hob. So should I faith I shoulde straine a noate for him Come take away and le ts to bed yee shall haue cleane sheets Ned but they be course good strong hempe of my daughters owne spinning and I tell thee your Chamber pot must be a faire horne a badge of our occupation for we buy no bending peauter nor bending earth King No matter Hobs wee will not go to bed Hobs. What then King Euen what thou wilt for it is neere day Tanner Gramercies for our heartie cheere If ere it be thy chance to come to court Enquire for mee Ned the Kings butler Or Tom of the Kings chamber
vnto that warre I will not leaue S. Paul nor Burgundie Not a bare Pigscoate to shroud them in Heraulde He. My Soueraigne Ed. Go Derauld I to Lewes the French King Denounce sterne warre and tell him I am come To take possession of my Realme of France Defie him boldly from vs be thy voice As fierce as thunder to affright his soule Derauld be gone I say and be thy breath Percing as lightning and thy words as death Her I goe my Liedge resolude to your hie will Exit Ed. Sound Drum I say set forward with our power And France ere long expect a dreadfull hower I will not take the English standard downe Till thou empale my temples with thy Crowne Enter Lewes the French king Burbon and S. Pier with the Heraulde of England K. Lewes Heraulde of England we are pleased to heare What message thou hast brought vs from thy King Prepare thy selfe and be aduisde in speech English Heraulde Right gratious and most Christian king of France I come not to thy presence vnpreparde To doe the message of my Royall Liedge Edward the Fourth of England and of France The lawfull King and Lord of Ireland Whose puissant magnanimious breast incensde Through manifest notorious iniuries Offred by thee King Lewes and thy French Against his title to the crowne of France And right in all these Dukedomes following Aquitaine Aniow Guyen A guilesme Breathes forth by me the Organe of his spéech Hostile defiance to thy realme and thee And trampling now vpon the face of France With barbed horse and valiant armed foote Himselfe the leader of those martiall troupes Bids thée to battell where and when thou darst Except thou make such restitution And yearely tribute on good hostages As may content his iust conceiued wrath And to this message answere I expect Lew. Right peremptorie is this embassage And were my royal Brother of England pleasde To entertaine those kind affections Where with we doe imbrace his amitie Needlesse were all these thunder-threatning words Let heauen where all our thoughts are registred Beare record with what déepe desire of peace We shall subscribe to such conditions As equitie for England shall propound If Edward haue sustained wrong in France Lewes was neuer author of that wrong Yet faultles we will make due recompence We are assurde that his majestike thoughts In his milde spirit did neuer meane these warres Till Charles Burgundie once our fawning friend But now our open foe and Count S. Paul Our subiect once and Constable of France But now a traytor to our Realme and vs Were motiues to incite him vnto Armes Which hauing done will leaue him on my life Her The King my master reckes not Burgundy And scornes S. Paul that trecherous Constable His puissance is sufficient in it selfe To conquer France like his progenitors K. L. He shall not néed to waste by force of warre Where peace shall yéeld him more then he can win We couet peace and we will purchase it At any rate that reason can demaund And it is better England ioyne in league With vs his strong old open enemie Than with those weake new dissembling friends We doe secure vs from our open foes But trust in friends though faithles we repose My Lord S. Piere and cosin Burbon speake What censure you of Burgundy and S. Paul S. Pi. Dread Lord it is wel knowne that Burgundy Made shew of tender seruice to your maiestie Till by the engine of his flatteries He made a breach into your Highnes loue Where entred once and thereof full possess He so abusde that royall excellence By getting footing into many townes Castles and forts belonging to your Crowne That now he holds them gainst your realme you Burb. And Count S. Paul the Constable of France Ambitious in that high authoritie Usurps the lands and Seigneuries of those That are true subiects noble Peeres of France Your boundlesse fauours did him first suborne And now to be your Liegeman he thinks scorne Lew. By this coniecture the vnsteady course Thy royall master vndertakes in France And Herald intimate what seruent zeale We haue to league with Edward and his English Thrée hundred crownes we giue thée for reward And of rich Crimson veluet thirtie yardes In hope thou wilt vnto thy Soueraigne tell We shew thée not one discontented looke Nor render him one misbeholden word But his defiance and his dare to warre We swallow with the supple oyle of peace Which gentle Herald if thou canst procure A thousand crowne shall iustly guerdon thée Her So please it your most sacred Maiestie To send vnto my gracious Soueraigne Equall conditions for the bonds of peace And restitution of his iniuries His temper is not of obdurate malice But swéete relenting princely clemencie Performe your promise of a thousand crownes And second me with some fit messenger And I will vndertake to worke your peace Lew. By the true honour of a Christian King Effect our peace and thou shalt haue our crownes And we will poste a Herald after thee That shall confirme thy speech and our designes Goe Mugeroune see to this Herald giuen The veluet and thrée hundred crownes preposde Farewell good friend remember our request And kindly recommend vs to King Edward Exeunt English Herald and Mugeroune How think you Lords i st not more requisite To make our peace then warre with Englands power Burb. Yes gratious Lord the wounds are bléeding yet That Talbot Bedford and King Henry made Which peace must cure or France shall languish still S. Piere Besides my Liege by these intestine foes The Constable and trecherous Burgundie The States in danger if the English stirré Enter Mugeroune K. Lew. T is perilous and full of doubt my Lords We must haue peace with England euery way Who shall be Herald in these high affayres Bur. No better man then Monsieur Mugeroune Whose wit is sharpe whose eloquence is sound His presence gratious and his courage good A gentleman a scholler and a souldiour A compleate man for such an Embassage Art thou content to be employde Mugeroune In this negotiation to King Edward Mug. If your most sacred Maiestie commaund Your humble vassall Mugeroune shall goe K. Lew. Gramercies Mugeroune but thou must assume A Heralds habit and his office both To pleade our loue and to procure vs peace With English Edward for the good of France Mug. I know the matter and the forme my Lord Giue me my Heralds coate and I am gone K. Lew. Thou art a man composde for businesse Attend on vs for thy instructions And other fit supplies for these affayres And for thy diligence expect reward Exeunt Enter seuerall waies Burgundie and the Constable of France Con. Whither away so fast goes Burgundy Bur. Nay rather whither goes the Constable Con. Why to King Edward man is he not come Meanst thou not like wise to goe visit him Bur. Oh excellent I know that in thy soule Thou knowst that I doe purpose nothing lesse Nay I
illegittimate Ah Duke of Gloster this didst thou procure Did Richard villaine no it was thy fault Thou wouldst be wonne to such a damned déed Which now to think on makes my soule to bléed Ah Frier Anselme sleepe among the blest Thy prophesie thus falsely did I wrest Enter Anselme An. Thou didst and be thou damnde therefore Nere come thy soule where blessednesse abides Didst thou not know the letter G. was Gloster Sh. Anselme I did An. Why then didst thou affirme That it was meant by George the duke of Clarēce That honourable harmelesse Gentleman Whose thoughts all innocent as any child Yet came through thée to such a lucklesse death Sa. I was inforced by the Duke of Gloster An. Enforst saist thou wouldst thou then be enforst Being a man of thy profession To sinne so vilely and with thine owne mouth To damne thy soule No thou wast not enforc't But gaine and hope of high promotion Hyrde thée thereto say was it so or no Sha. It did it did An. Why then record in thy black hellish thoughts How many mischiefes haue ensude hereon First wronged Clarence drowned in the Towre Next Edwards children murdred in the Towre This day at Pomfret noble Gentlemen Thrée the Quéenes kinred lose their harmelesse heads Thinkst thou that here this floud of mischiefe staies No villaine many are markt to the blocke And they the nearest thinke them furthest off Euen Buckingham creator of that king Shall he to woe and wretched ending bring All this accursed man hath come by thee And thy false wresting of my prophecie For Englands good disclosed to thy trust And so it had béene hadst thou proued iust But thou and euerie one that had a hand In that most wofull murther of the Princes To fatall ends you are appointed all Here in thy studie shalt thou sterue thy selfe And from this houre not taste one bit of foode The rest shall after follow on a row To all their deaths vengeance will not be slow Enter a Messenger to Shaw Mes. Where is M. Doctor Shaw Sha. Here friend what is thy will with me Mes. K. Richard praies yee to come to him strait For he would be consest Sha. I cannot come I pray thée take that Frier For he can do it better farre then I Mes. A Frier M. Doctor I sée none Sha. Doest thou not no thy vntainted soule Cannot discerne the horrors that I do An. Shaw go with him tell that tyrant Richard He hath but thrée yeares limited for life And then a shamefull death takes hold on him That done returne and in thy studie end Thy loathed life that didst vs all offend Sha. With all my heart would it were ended now So it were done I care not where nor how Exeunt Enter the two Parators with mistris Shoare in a white sheet barefooted with her haire about her eares and in her hand a waxe taper 1. Par. Now mistris Shoare here our commission ends Put off your roabe of shame for this is Algate Whither it was appointed we should bring you Ia. My roabe of shame Oh that so soule a name Should be applied vnto so faire a garment Which is no more to bée condemnde of shame Then snow of putrefaction is deserude To couer an infectious heape of dung My roabe of shame but not my shame put off For that sits branded on my forehead still And therefore in derision was I wrapt In this white Sheete and in derision bore This burning taper to expresse my folly That hauing light of reason to direct mee Delighted yet in by-waies of darke error 2. P. Wel mistris Shoare I hope you grudge not vs We shewde you all the fauour poore men could Iane Oh God forbid I know the Kings Edict Set you a worke and not your owne desires 1. Par. I truly mistris and for our parts We could be well content t were otherwise But that the lawes seuere and so we leaue you Exit Iane Farewell vnto you both and London too Farewell to thee where first I was inticde That scandalizde thy dignitie with shame But now thou hast returnde me treble blame My tongue that gaue consent inioynde to beg Mine eies adiudgde to hourely laments Mine armes for their imbracings catch the aire And these quicke nimble féet that were so readie To step into a kings for bidden bed London thy flints haue punisht for their pride And thou hast drunke their bloud for thy reuenge What now auailes to thinke what I haue béene Then welcome nakednesse and pouertie Welcome contempt welcome you barren fields Welcome the lacke of meat and lacke of friends And wretched Iane according to thy state Sit here sit here and lower if might be All things that breath in their extremitie Haue some recourse of succour thou hast none The child offended flies vnto the mother The Soldiour strucke retires vnto his Captain The fish distressed slides into the riuer Birds of the ayre do flie vnto their dammes And vnderneath their wings are quickly shrouded Nay beat the spanniel his master mones him But I haue neither where to shroud my selfe Nor any one to make my mone vnto Come patience then and though my bodie pine Make then a banquet to refresh my soule Let hearts déepe throbbing sighs be all my bread My drink salt tears my guests repentāt thoughts That who so knew me and doth sée me now May shunne by me the breach of wedlockes vow Enter Brackenburie with a prayer booke some reliefe in a cloath for mistris shoare Bra. Oh God how full of dangers growes these til And no assurance séene in any state No man can say that hee is maister now Of any thing is his such is the tide Of sharpe disturbance running through the land I haue giuen ouer my office in the Towre Because I cannot brooke their vile complots Nor smoother such outragious villanies But mistris Shoare to be so basely wrongde And vildly vsde that hath so well deserude It doth afflict me in the verie soule She sau'de my kinsman Harrie Stranguidge life Therefore in dutie am I bound to her To do what good I way though law forbid Sée where she sits God comfort thée good soule First take that to reléeue thy bodie with And next receiue this booke wherein is foode Manna of heauen to refresh thy soule These holy meditations mistris Shoare Will yeeld much comfort in this miserie Whereon contemplate still and neuer linne That God may be vnmindfull of thy sinne Ia. Master Lieutenant in my hart I thank ye For this kind comfort to a wretched soule Welcome sweet prayer-booke food of my life The soueraigne balme for my sicke conscience Thou shalt be my soules pleasure and delight To wipe my sinnes out of Iehouaes sight B. Do so good mistris Shoare now I must leaue ye Because some other businesse cals me hence And God I pray regard your penitence Exit Ia. Farewell sir Robert and for this good to mée The God of heauen bee mindfull still of
man And gaue mee officers to waite vpon mee Which will so countenance thy cunning worke As I shall no way be suspected in it how saist thou Fogge Fogge. It will do well indéed But good sir haue a care in any case For else you know what barme may come thereon Ruff. A care saist thou why man I will not trust My house my strongest locks nor any place But mine owne bosome there will I kéepe it still If I miscarrie so doth it with mee Shoare Are yee so cunning sir I say no more Iane Shoare or I may quittance you for this Exit Ruff. Well Fogge I haue contented thee Thou maist be gone I must about my charge To sée that none reléeue Shoares wife with ought Exit Fog Enter the Officers with bils Come on good fellowes you that must attend King Richards seruice vnder my commaund Your charge is to be verie vigilant Ouer that strumpet whom they call Shoares wife If any traitour giue her but a mite A draught of water or a crust of bread Or any other foode what ere it bee Lay hold on him for it is present death By good King Richards proclamation This is her haunt here stand I Sentinell Kéepe you vnséene and aide mee when I call Enter Iockie and Ieffrey with a bottle of Ale Cheese and halfepennie loaues to play at bowles mistres Shoare enters and sits where she was wont Iock. Now must I vnder colour of playing at bowles help till relieue my gude maistres maistres Shoare Come Ieffrey wee will play fiue vp for this bottle of Ale and yonder gude pure woman shall keepe the stakes and this cheese shall be the measter They play still toward her and Iockie often breakes bread and cheese giues her till Ieffrey being cald away then he giues her all and is apprehended Ruf. Here is a villaine that wil not relieue her But yet hée le loose he bowles that way to helpe her Apprehend him fellowes when I bid ye Although his mate be gone he shal pay for it Take him and let the Beadles whip him well Iock. Heare ye sir shall they be whipt and hangd that giue to the pure then they shall bee damne that take fro the pure They lead him away Enter young Aire againe and Shoare stands aloofe off Aire Oh yonder sits the swéet forsaken soule To whom for euer I stand déeply bound She sau'de my life then Aire helpe to saue hers Ruf. Whither go ye sir You come to giue this strumpet some reliefe Air. She did more good then euer thou canst doe And if thou wilt not pittie her thy selfe Giue others leaue by dutie bound thereto Here mistris Shoare take this and would to God It were so much as my poore heart could wish He giues his purse Sho. Who is it that thus pitties my poore wife T is M. Aire Gods blessing on him for it Ruf. Darest thou do so Aire Air. Rufford I dare do more Here is my ring it waies an ounce of Gold And take my cloake to keepe yée from the cold Ruf. Thou art a traitor Aire Air. Rufford thou art a villaine so to call me Ruf. Lay hold on him attach him officers Air. Rufford I le answere thine arrest with this He drawes his rapler but is apprehended Ruff. All this contending sir will not auaile This treason will be rated at thy life Aire Life is too little for her sake that sau'de it Sho. Is he a traitour sir for doing good God saue the King a true heart meanes no ill I trust he hath reclaimde his sharpe edict And will not that his poorest subiect perish And so perswaded I my selfe will doe That which both loue and nature binds me to I cannot giue her as she well deserues For she hath lost a greater benefite 〈◊〉 woman take that purse Ruff. He takte away Sho. You shall not sir for I will answere it Before the King if you inforce it so Ruff. It must be so you shall vnto the King Sho. You will be he will first repent the thing Come M. Aire I le beare ye companie Which wise men doth say ease calamitie Exeunt Iane If griefe to spéech frée passage could afford Or for woe I had a fitting word I might complaine or if my flouds of teares Could moue remorse of minds or pearce dul ears Or wash away my cares or cleanse my crime With words teares I would be the time But it is bootlesse why liue I to see All those despised that do pittie me Despisde alas destroyed and led to death That gaue me almes here to prolong my breath Faire Dames behold let my example proue There is no loue like to a husbands loue Exit Enter King Richard Louell Catesbie Rufford Shoar and Ayre pinioned and led betwixt two Officers Glo. Now tell vs Rufford which of these it is That in the heat of his vpheaued spléene Contemnes our crowne disdaines our dignitie And armes himselfe against authoritie Ruff. Both haue offended my dread soueraigne Though not alike yet both faults capitall These lines declare what when where it was Glo. Which is that Aire Ruff. This young man my Liege Glo. I thought it was some hot distempred blood That fierd his gyddie braine with businesse Is thy name Aire Aire It is Glo. This paper saies so Aire Perish may he that made that paper speak Glo. Ha Dost thou wish confusion vnto vs This paper is the Organe of our power And shall pronounce thy condemnation We make it speake thy treasons to thy face And thy malicious tongue speakes treason still Relieu'st thou Shoares wife in contempt of vs Aire No but her iust desert She sau'de my life which I had forfeited Whereby my goods and life she merited Glo. And thou shalt pay it in the selfe same place Where thou this man our Officer didst out face And scorndst vs saying if we stoode by Thou wouldst relieue her Aire I do not denie For want of food her breath was néere expirde I gaue her meanes to buy it vndesirde And rather chuse to die for charitie Then liue condemned of ingratitude Gl. Your good devotion brings you to the gallows He hath his sentence Rufford sée him hangd They lead out Aire Now sir your name Sho. Is it not written there Glo. Here 's Mathew Floud Ruf. That is his name my Lord Glo. Is thy name Floud Sho. So M. Rufford sates Glo. Floud and Aire the elements conspire In ayre and water to confound our power Didst thou relieue that hateful wretch Shoares wife Sho. I did relieue that wofull wretch Shoares wife Gl. Thou séemst a man well staid and temperate Durst thou infringe our proclamation Sho. I did not breake it Ruf. Yes and added more That you would answere it before the King Sho. And added more you would repent the thing Ru. Who I his Highnes knowes my innocence And readie seruice with my goods and life Answere thy treasons to his maiestie Glo. What canst thou say Floud why thou shouldst not
die Sho. Nothing for I am mortall and must die When my time comes but that I thinkes not yet Although God knowes ech houre I wish it were So full of dolor is my wearie life Now say I this that I do know the man Which doth abette that traiterous libeller Who did compose spread that slanderous rime Which scandals you and doth abuse the time Glo. What libeller another Collingborne That wrote The Cat the Rat and Louell our Dog Do rule all England vnder a Hog Canst thou repeat it Floud Sho. I thinke I can if you commaund me so Glo. We do commaund thee Sho. In this sort it goes The crooke bakt Boare the way hath found To roote our Roses from our ground Both flower and bud will he confound Till King of beasts the swine be crownde And then the Dog the Cat and Rat Shall in his trough feed and be fat Finis quoth M. Fogge chiefe secretarie and counsellor to M. Rufford Glo. How saist thou Floud doth Rufford foster this Sho. He is a traitor if he do my Lord Ruf. I foster it dread Lord I aske no grace If I be guiltie of this libelling Vouchsafe me iustice as you are my Prince Against this traitor that accuseth me Sh. What iustice crau'st thou I will combat thée In signe whereof I do vnbutton me And in my shirt my chalenge will maintaine Thou cal'st me traitor I will proue thee one Open thy bosome like me if thou darest Ruff. I will not be so rude before his grace Sh. Thou wilt not ope the packe of thy disgrace Because thy doublets stuft with traiterous libels Glo. Catesbie teare off the buttons from his breast What findst thou there Cat. Your highnes hand and seale For transportation of Hides Corne and Lead Glo. Traitor did I signe that commission Ruf. O pardon me most royall King Glo. Pardon to counterfeit my hand and seale Haue I bestowed such loue such countenance Such trust on thee and such authoritie To haue my hand and signet counterfet To carrie Corne the food of all the land And Lead which after might annoy the land And Hides whose leather must relieue the land To strangers enemies vnto the land Didst thou so néerely counterfeit my hand Ruf. Not I my liege but Fogge the Atturney Glo. Away with him Louell and Catesbie go Commaund the Sheriffes of London presently To see him drawne and hangd and quartered Let them not drinke before they see him dead Hast you againe Louell and Catesbie lead out Rufford Ruff. Well Floud thou art my death I might haue liude t' haue séene thee lose thy head Sho. Thou hast but iustice for thy crueltie Against the guiltlesse soules in miserie I aske no fauvour if I merit death Glo. Crau'st thou no fauour then I tell thee Floud Thou art a traitor breaking our edict By succouring that traitrous quean Shoares wife And thou shalt die Sho. If I haue broke the law Glo. If traitor didst thou not giue her thy purse And doest thou not maintaine the deed Enter Louell and Catesbie againe Sho. I do if it be death to the relenting heart Of a kind husband wronged by a King To pittie his poore weake seduced wife Whom all the world must suffer by commaund To pine and perish for the want of food If it be treason for her husband then In the deare bowels of his former loue To burie his owne wrong and her misdéed And giue her meat whom he was wont to féede Then Shoare must die for Floud is not my name Though once I tooke it to conceale my shame Pittie permits not iniured Shoare passe by And see his once loude wife with famine die Glo. Louell Catesbie this is Shoare indéed Shoare We confesse that thou hast priuiledge And art excepted in our Proclamation Because thou art her husband whom it concerns And thou maist lawfully relieue thy wife Upon condition thou forgiue her fault Take her againe and vse her as before Hazard new hornes how saist thou wilt thou Shoare Sho. If any but your Grace should so vpbraid Such rude reproch should roughly be repaid Suppose for treason that she lay condemnde Might I not séede her till her houre of death And yet my selfe no traitor for it Glo. Thou mightste Sh. And why not now O pardon me dread lord When she hath had both punishment and shame Sufficient since a King did cause her blame May I not giue her food to saue her life Yet neuer take and vse her as my wife Glo. Except thou take her home againe to thée Thou art a stranger and it shall not be For if thou do expect what doth belong Sho. I neuer can forget so great a wrong Glo. Then neuer féede her whom thou canst not loue Sho. My charitie doth that compassion moue Gl. Moue vs no more Louell let Aire be hangde Just in the place where he relieud Shoares wife Shoare hath his pardon for this first offence The name of husband pleads his innocence Away with them Catesbie come you with vs Exeunt Iockie is led to whipping ouer the stage speaking some words but of no importance Then is young Aire brought foorth to execution with the Sheriffe and Officers Mistris Shoare weeping and M. Shoare standing by Aire Good mistris Shoare grieve me not with your teares But let me go in quiet to mine end Iane Alas poore soule Was neuer innocent thus put to death Air. The mores my ioy that I am innocent My death is the lesse grieuous I am so Ia. Ah M. Aire the time hath béene ere now When I haue kneeld to Edward on my knees And begd for him that now doth make me beg I haue giuen him when he hath begd of me Though he forbids to giue me when I beg I haue ere now relieued him and his Though he and his denie reliefe to me Had I béene enuious then as Richard now I had not staru'd nor Edwards sons bin murdred Nor Richard liu'de to put you now to death Aire The more Iane is thy vertue and his sinne Sher. Come sir dispatch Aire Dispatch say you dispatch you may it call He cannot stay when death dispatcheth all Ia. Lord is my sinne so horrible and grieuous That I should now become a murderer I haue sau'de the life of many a man condemnd But neuer was the death of man before That any man thus for my sake should die Afflicts me more then all my miserie Aire Iane be content I am as much indebted vnto thee As vnto nature I owed thee a life When it was forfeit vnto death by law Thou begott it of the king and gau'st it me This house of flesh wherein this soule doth dwel Is thine and thou art Landladie of it And this poore life a Tenant but at pleasure It neuer came to pay the rent till now But hath runne in arerage all this while And now for verie shame comes to discharge it When death distraines for what is but thy due I had not ought thée