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A68278	[The] troublesome raigne of Iohn King of England with the discouerie of King Richard Cordelions base sonne (vulgarly named, the bastard Fawconbridge): also the death of King Iohn at Swinstead Abbey. As it was (sundry times) publikely acted by the Queenes Maiesties Players, in the honourable citie of London.	Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616, attributed name.; Marlowe, Christopher, 1564-1593, attributed name.	1591 (1591)	STC 14644; ESTC S106391	28,605	56

feare Nay murmur not my will is law enough I loue you well but if I loude you better I would not buy it with my discontent Enter Hubert How now what newes with thee Hubert According to your Highnes strickt commaund Yong Arthurs eyes are blinded and extinct John Why so then he may feele the crowne but neuer sée it Hubert Nor see nor féele for of the extreame paine Within one hower gaue he vp the Ghost John What is he dead Hubert He is my Lord. Iohn Then with him dye my cares Essex Now ioy betide thy soule Pembrooke And heauens reuenge thy death Essex What haue you done my Lord Was euer heard A deede of more inhumane consequence Your foes will curse your friends will crie reuenge Vnkindly rage more rough than Northern winde To chip the beautie of so sweete a flower What hope in vs for mercie on a fault When kinsman dyes without impeach of cause As you haue done so come to chéere you with The guilt shall neuer be cast me in my teeth Exeunt Iohn And are you gone The diuell be your guide Proud Rebels as you are to braue me so Saucie vnciuill checkers of my will Your tongues giue edge vnto the fatall knife That shall haue passage through your traitrous throats But husht breath not buggs words to soone abroad Least time preuent the issue of thy reach Arthur is dead I there the corzie growes But while he liude the danger was the more His death hath freed me from a thousand feares But it hath purchast me ten times ten thousand foes Why all is one such luck shall haunt his game To whome the diuell owes an open shame His life a foe that leueld at my crowne His death a frame to pull my building downe My thoughts harpt still on quiet by his end Who liuing aymed shrowdly at my roome But to preuent that plea twice was I crownd Twice did my subiects sweare me fealtie And in my conscience loude me as their liege In whose defence they would haue pawnd their liues But now they shun me as a Serpents sting A tragick Tyrant sterne and pitiles And not a title followes after Iohn But Butcher bloudsucker and murtherer What Planet gouernde my natiuitie To bode me soueraigne types of high estate So interlacte with hellish discontent Wherein fell furie hath no interest Curst be the Crowne chiefe author of my care Nay curst my will that made the Crowne my care Curst be my birthday curst ten times the wombe That yeelded me aliue into the world Art thou there villaine Furies haunt thee still For killing him whom all the world laments Hubert Why heres my Lord your Highnes hand scale Charging on liues regard to doo the deede John Ah dull conceipted peazant knowst thou not It was a damned execrable deede Showst me a seale Oh villaine both our soules Haue solde their freedome to the thrall of hell Vnder the warrant of that cursed seale Hence villaine hang thy selfe and say in hell That I am comming for a kingdome there Hubert My Lord attend the happie tale I tell For heauens health send Sathan packing hence That instigates your Highnes to despaire If Arthurs death be dismall to be heard Bandie the newes for rumors of vntruth He liues my Lord the sweetest youth aliue In health with eysight not a haire amisse This hart tooke vigor from this forward hand Making it weake to execute your charge Iohn What liues he Then sweete hope come home agen Chase hence desp●ire the purueyer for hell Hye Hubert tell these tidings to my Lords That throb in passions for yong Arthurs death Hence Hubert stay not till thou hast reueald The wished newes of Arthurs happy health I goe my selfe the ioyfulst man aliue To storie out this new supposed crime Exeunt The ende of the first part

free from Purgatorie Our holy Father hath dispenst his sinnes The blessed Saints haue heard our orisons And all are Mediators for his soule And in the right of these most holy warres His holines free pardon doth pronounce To all that follow you gainst English heretiques Who stand accursed in our mother Church Enter Constance alone Philip To aggrauate the measure of our griefe All malcontent comes Constance for her Sonne Be briefe good Madame for your face imports A tragick ●ale behinde thats yet vntolde Her passions stop the organ of her voyce Deepe sorrow throbbeth misbefalne euents Out with it Ladie that our Act may end A full Catastrophe of sad laments Const My tongue is tunde to storie forth mishap When did I breath to tell a pleasing tale Must Constance speake let teares preuent her talke Must I discourse let Did● sigh and say She weepes againe to heare the wrack of Troy Two words will serue and then my tale is done El●ors proud brat hath robd me of my Sonne Lewe● Haue patience Madame this is chaunce of warre He may be ransomde we reuenge his wrong Constance Beit ●er so soone I shall not liue so long Philip Despaire not yet come Constance goe with me These clowdes will fleet the day will cleare againe Exeunt Card. Now Lewes thy fortune buds with happie spring Our holy Fathers prayers effecteth this Arthur is safe let Iohn alone with him Thy title next is fairst to Englands Crowne Now stirre thy Father to begin with John The Pope sayes I and so is Albiox thine Lewes Thankes my Lord Legate for your good conceipt Tis best we follow now the game is faire My Father wants to worke him your good words Card. A few will serue to forward him in this Those shal not want but lets about it then Exeunt Enter Philip leading a Frier charging him to show where the Abbots golde lay Philip Come on you fat Franciscans dallie no longer but shew me where the Abbots treasure lyes or die Frier Benedicamus Domini was euer such an iniurie Sweete S. Withold of thy lenitie defend vs from extremitie And heare vs for S. Charitie oppressed with austeritie In nomini Domini make I my homilie Gentle Gentilitie griene not the Cleargie Philip Grey gownd good face coniure ye n●r trust me for a groate If this waste girdle hang thee not that girdeth in thy coate Now balde and barefoote Bungie birds when vp the gallowes climing Say Philip he had words inough to put you downe with ryming Frier A pardon Oparce Saint Fraunces for mercie Shall shield thee from nightspells and dreaming of diuells If thou wilt forgiue me and neuer more grieue me With fasting and praying and Haile Marie saying From black Purgatorie a penance right sorie Frier Thomas will warme you It shall neuer harme you Philip Come leaue off your rabble Sirs hang vp this lozell 2. Frier For charitie I beg his life Saint Frauncis chiefest Frier The best in all our Couent Sir to keepe a Wintersster O strangle not the good olde man my hostesse oldest guest And I will bring you by and by vnto the Priors chest Philip I saist thou so if thou wilt the frier is at libertie If not as I am honest man Ile hang you both for companie Frier Come hether this is the chest though simple to behold That wanteth not a thousand pound in siluer and in gold Myselfe will warrant full so much I know the Abbots store Ile pawne my life there is no lesse to haue what ere is more Philip I take thy word the ouerplus vnto thy share shall come But if there want of full so much thy neck shall pay the sum Breake vp the Cofer Frier Frier Oh I am vndun faire Alice the Nun Hath tooke vp her rest in the Abbots chest Sancte benedicite pardon my simplicitie Fie Alice confession will not salue this transgression Philip What haue wee here a holy Nun So kéepe mee God in health A smooth facte Nunne for ought I knowe is all the Abbots wealth Is this the No●ries chastitie Beshrewe me but I thinke They goe as oft to Venery as niggards to their drinke Why paltrey Frier and Pandar too yee shamelesse shauen crowne Is this the chest that held a hoord at least a thousand pound And is the hoord a holy whore Wel be the hangman nimble Hee'le take the paine to paye you home and teach you to dissemble Nunne O spare the Frier Anthony a better neuer was To sing a Dirige solemnly or read a morning Masse If money be the meanes of this I know an ancient Nunne That hath a hoord this seauen yeares did neuer sée the sunne And that is yours and what is ours so fauour now be shown You shall commaund as commonly as if it were your owne Frier Your honour excepted Nunne I Thomas I meane so Philip From all saue from Friers Nunne Good Sir doo not thinke so and you Frier Laurence remember your raunsome a hundred pound and a pardon for your selfe and the rest come on Sir Prophet you shall with me to receiue a Prophets rewarde Exeunt Enter Hubert de Burgh with three men Hubert My masters I haue shewed you what warrant I haue for this attempt I perceiue by your heauie countenances you had rather be otherwise imployed and for my owne part I would the King had made choyce of some other executioner onely this is my comfort that a King commaunds whose precepts neglected or omitted threatneth torture for the default Therefore in briefe leaue me and be readie to attend the aduenture stay within that entry and when you heare me crie God saue the King issue sodainly foorth lay handes on Arthur set him in this chayre wherin once fast bound leaue him with me to finish the rest Attendants We goe though loath Exeunt Hubert My Lord will it please your Honour to take the benefite of the faire euening Enter Arthur to Hubert de Burgh Arthur Gramttcie Hubert for thy care of me In or to whom restraint is newly knowen The ioy of walking is small beue●●● Yet will I take thy offer with small thankes I would not loose the pleasure of the eye But tell me curteous keeper if you can How long the King will haue me tarrie heere Hubert I know not Prince but as I gesse not long God send you freedome and God saue the King They issue forth Arthur Why how now sirs what may this outrage meane O helpe me Hubert gentle keeper helpe God send this sodaine mutinous approach Tend not to reaue a wretched guiltles life Hubert So sirs depart and leaue the rest for me Arthur Then Arthur yeeld death frowneth in thy face What meaneth this Good Hubert plead the case Hubert Patience yong Lord and listen words of woe Harmfull and harsh hells horror to be heard A dismall tale fit for a furies tongue I faint to tell déepe sorrow is the sound Arthur What must I die Hubert No newes of death but tidings

of more hate A wrathfull doome and most vnluckie fate Deaths dish were daintie at so fell a feast Be deafe heare not its hell to tell the rest Arthur Alas thou wrongst my youth with words of feare Tis hell tis horror not for one to heare What is it man if it must needes bedon Act it and end it that the paine were gon Hubert I will not chaunt such dolour with my tongue Yet must I act the outrage with my hand My heart my head and all my powers beside To aide the office haue at once deuide Peruse this letter lines of treble woe Read ore my charge and pardon when you know Hubert these are to commaund thee as thou tendrest our quiet in minde and the estate of our person that presently vpon the receipt of our commaund thou put out the eyes of Arthur Plantaginet Arthur Ah monstrous damned man his very breath infects the elements Contagious venyme dwelleth in his heart Effecting meanes to poyson all the world Vnreuerent may I be to blame the heauens Of great iniustice that the miscreant Liues to oppresse the innocents with wrong Ah Hubert makes he thee his instrument To sound the tromp that causeth hell triumph Heauen weepes the Saints doo shed celestiall teares They feare thy fall and cyte thee with remorse They knock thy conscience moouing pitie there Willing to fence thee from the rage of hell Hell Hubert trust me all the plagues of hell Hangs on performance of this damned deede This seale the warrant of the bodies blisse Ensureth Satan chieftaine of thy soule Subscribe not Hubert giue not Gods part away I speake not onely for eyes priuiledge The chiefe exterior that I would enioy But for thy perill farre beyond my paine Thy sweete soules losse more than my eyes vaine lack A cause internall and eternall too Aduise thee Hubert for the case is hard To loose saluation for a Kings reward Hubert My Lord a subiect dwelling in the land Is tyed to execute the Kings commaund Arthur Yet God commands whose power reacheth further That no commaund should stand in force to murther Hubert But 〈◊〉 me Essence hath ordaind a law A death for guilt to keepe the world in awe Arthur I plead not guiltie treasonles and free Hubert But that appeale my Lord concernes not me Arthur Why thou art he that maist omit the perill Hubert I if my Soueraigne would remit his quarrell Arthur His quarrell is vnhallowed false and wrong Hubert Then be the blame to whom it doth belong Arthur Why thats to thee if thou as they proceede Conclude their iudgement with so vile a déede Hubert Why then no execution can be lawfull If Iudges doomes must be reputed doubtfull Arthur Yes where in forme of Lawe in place and time The offender is conuicted of the crime Hubert My Lord my Lord this long expostulation Heapes vp more griefe than promise of redresse For this I know and so resolude I end That subiects liues on Kings commaunds depend I must not reason why he is your foe But doo his charge since he commaunds it so Arthur Then doo thy charge and charged be thy soule With wrongfull persecution done this day You rowling eyes whose superficies yet I doo behold with eyes that Nature lent Send foorth the terror of your Moouers frowne To wreake my wrong vpon the murtherers That rob me of your faire reflecting view Let hell to them as earth th●y wish to mée Be darke and direfull guerdon for their guylt And let the black tormenters of deepe Tartary Vpbraide them with this damned enterprise Inflicting change of tortures on their soules Delay not Hubert my orisons are ended Begin I pray thée reaue me of my sight But to performe a tragedie indéede Conclude the period with a mortall stab Constance farewell tormentor come away Make my dispatch the Tirants feasting day Hubert I faint I feare my conscience bids desist Faint did I say feare was it that I named My King commaunds that warrant sets me frée But God forbids and he commaundeth Kings That great Commaunder counterchecks my charge He stayes my hand he maketh soft my heart Goe cursed tooles your office is exempt Cheere thée yong Lord thou shalt not loo●e an eye Though I should purchase it with losse of life Ile to the King and say his willis done And of the langor tell him thou art dead Goe in with me for Hubert was not borne To blinde those lampes that Nature pollisht so Arthur Hubert if euer Arthur be in state Looke for amends of this receiued gift I tooke my eysight by thy curtesie Thou lenest them me I will not be ingrate But now procrastination may offend The issue that thy kindnes vndertakes Depart we Hubert to preuent the worst Exeunt Enter King Iohn Essex Salisbury Penbrooke Iohn Now warlike followers resteth ought vndon That may impeach vs of foud ouersight The French haue felt the temper of our swords Cold terror keepes possession in their sowles Checking their ouerdaring arrogance For buckling with so great an ouermatch The Arche proud titled Priest of Italy That calles himselfe grand Viccar vnder God Is busied now with trentall obsequies Masse and mouths minde dirge and I know not what To ease their sowles in painefull purgatory That haue miscaried in these bloudy warres Heard you not Lords when first his holines Had tidings of our small account of him How with a taunt vaunting vpon his toes He vrdge a reason why the English Asse Disdaingd the blessed ordinance of Rome The title reuerently might I inferre Became the Kings that earst haue borne the load The slauish weight of that controlling Priest Who at his pleasure temperd them like waxe To carrie armes on danger of his curse Banding their sowles with warrants of his hand I grieue to thinke how Kings in ages past Simply deuoted to the Sea of Rome Haue run into a thousand acts of shame But now for confirmation of our State Sith we haue proynd the more than needfull braunch That did oppresse the true wel-growing stock It resteth we throughout our Territories Be reproclaimed and inuested King Pembrook My Liege that were to busie men with doubts Once were you crownd proclaimd and with applause Your ●●tie stréetes haue ecchoed to the eare God saue the King God saue our Soueraigne Iohn Pardon my feare my censure doth infer Your Highnes not deposde from Regall State Would breed a mutinie in peoples mindes What it should meane to haue you crownd againe Iohn Pembrooke performe what I haue bid thée doo Thou knowst not what induceth me to this Essex goe in and Lordings all be gon About this taske I will be crownd anon Enter the Bastard Philip what newes how doo the Abbots chests Are Friers fatter than the Nunnes are faire What chéere with Churchmen had they golde or no Tell me how hath thy office tooke effect Philip My Lord I haue performd your Highnes charge The ease bred Abbots and the bare foote Friers The Monkes the Priors and holy

Troublesome Raigne of Iohn King of England with the discouerie of King Richard Cordelions Base sonne vulgarly named The Bastard Fawconbridge also the death of King Iohn at Swinstead Abbey As it was sundry times publikely acted by the Queenes Maiesties Players in the honourable Citie of London Imprinted at London for Sampson Clarke and are to be solde at his shop on the backeside of the Royall Exchange 1591. To the Gentlemen Readers YOu that with friendly grace of smoothed brow Haue entertained the Scythian Ta●burlaine And giuen applause vnto an Infidel Vouchsafe to welcome with like curtesie A warlike Christian and your Co●ntreyman For Christs true faith indur'd he many a storme And set himselfe against the Man of Rome Vntill ase treason by a damned wight Di●● all his former triumphs put to ●ight Accept of it sweete Gentles in good sort And thinke it was preparde for your di●port The troublesome Raigne of King Iohn Enter K. Iohn Queene Elinor his mother William Marshal Earle of Pembrooke the Earles of Essex and of Salisbury Queene Elianor BArons of England and my noble Lords Though 〈◊〉 Fortune haue bereft from vs Victorious 〈…〉 scourge of Infidels And clad this 〈◊〉 in stole of dismall hieu Yet giue me leaue to ioy and ioy you all That from this wombe hath sprung a second hope A King that may in rule and vertue both Succéede his brother in his Emperie K. John My gracious mother Queene and Barons all Though farre vnworthie of so high a place As is the Throne of mightie Englands King Yet Iohn your Lord contented vncontent Will as he may sustaine the heauie yoke Of pressing cares that hang vpon a Crowne My Lord of Pembrooke and Lord Salsbury Admit the Lord Shattilion to our presence That we may know what Philip King of Fraunce By his Ambassadors requires of vs. Q. Elinor Da●e lay my hand that Elinor can gesse Whereto this w●ightie Embassade doth tend 〈◊〉 of my Nephew Arthur and his claime Then say my Sonne I haue not mist my aime Enter Chattilion and the two Earles Iohn My Lord Chattilion welcome into England How fares our Brother Philip King of Fraunce Chatt His Highnes at my comming was in health And wild me to salute your Maiestie And say the message he hath giuen in charge Iohn And spare not man we are preparde to heare Chattilion Philip by the grace of God most Christian K. of France hauing taken into his guardain and protection Arthur Duke of Brittaine son heire to Ieffrey thine elder brother requireth in the behalfe of the said Arthur the Kingdom of England with the Lordship of Ireland Poiters Aniow Torain Main and I attend thine aunswere Iohn A small request belike he makes account That England Ireland Poiters Aniow Torain Main Are nothing for a King to giue at once I wonder what he meanes to leaue for me Tell Philip he may keepe his Lords at home With greater honour than to send them thus On Embassades that not concerne himselfe Or if they did would yeeld but small returne Chatilion Is this thine answere Iohn It is and too good an answer for so proud a message Chattilion Then King of England in my Masters name And in Prince Arthur Duke of Britaines name I doo defie chee as an Enemie And wish thee to prepare for bloodie warres Q. Elinor My Lord that stands vpon defiance thus Commend me to my Nephew tell the boy That I Queene Elianor his Grandmother Vpon my blessing charge him leaue his Armes Whereto his head-strong Mother pricks him so Her pride we know and know her for a Dame That will not sticke to bring him to his ende So she may bring her selfe to rule a Realme Next wish him to forsake the King of Fraunce And come to me and to his Vnckle here And he shall want for nothing at our hands Chattilion This shall I doo and thus I take my leaue Iohn Pembrooke conuay him safely to the sea But not in hast for as we are aduisde We meane to be in Fraunce as soone as he To fortesie such townes as we possesse In Aniou Torain and in Normandy Ex●● Enter the Shriue whispers the Earle of Sals in the 〈…〉 Salisbury Please it your Maiestie heere is the 〈◊〉 Northhamptonshire with certaine persons that of late ●●mitted a riot and haue appealed to your Maiestie besee●● 〈…〉 your Highnes for speciall cause to heare them Iohn Wil them come neere and while we heare the cause Goe Salsbury and make prouision We meane with speede to passe the sea to Fraunce Say Shrieue what are these men what haue they done Or wheretoo tends the course of this appeale Shrieue Please it your Maiestie these two brethren vnnaturally falling at odds about their Fathers liuing haue broken your Highnes peace in seeking to right their own wrōgs without cause of Law or order of Iustice and vnlawfully assembled themselues in mutinous manner hauing committed a riot appealing from triall in their Countrey to your Highnes and here I Thomas Nidigate Shrieue of Northhamptonshire doo deliuer them ouer to their triall Iohn My Lord of Essex will the offenders to stand foorth and tell the cause of their quarrell Essex Gentlemen it is the Kings pleasure that you discouer your griefes dou●● not but you shall haue iustice Philip Please it your Maiestie the wrong is mine yet wil I abide all wrongs before I once open my mouth to vnrippe the shamefull slaunder of my parents the dishonour of myself the wicked dealing of my brother in this princely assembly Robert Then by my Prince his leaue shall Robert speake And tell your Maiestie what right I haue To offer wrong as he accounteth wrong My Father not vnknowen vnto your Grace Receiud his spurres of Knighthood in the Field At Kingly Richards hands in Palestine When as the walls of Acon gaue him way His name Sir Robert Fauconbridge of Mountbery What by succession from his Auncestours And warlike seruice vnder Englands Armes His liuing did amount too at his death Two thousand Markes reuenew euery yeare And this my Lord I challenge for my right As lawfull heire to Robert Fauconbridge Philip If first-borne sonne be heire indubitate By certaine right of Englands auncient Lawe How should myselfe make any other doubt But I am heire to Robert Fauconbridge Iohn Fond Youth to trouble these our Princely eares Or make a question in so plaine a case Speake is this man thine elder Brother borne Robert Please it your Grace with patience for to heare I not denie but he mine Elder is Mine elder Brother too yet in such sort As he can make no title to the Land Iohn A doubtfull tale as euer I did heare Thy Brother and thine elder and no heire Explaine this darke Aenigma Robert I graunt my Lord he is my mothers sonne Base borne and base begot no Fauconbridge Indeede the world reputes him lawfull heire My Father in his life did count him so And here my Mother stands to prooue