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A03224	The first and second partes of King Edward the Fourth Containing his mery pastime with the tanner of Tamworth, as also his loue to faire Mistrisse Shoare, her great promotion, fall and miserie, and lastly the lamentable death of both her and her husband. Likewise the besieging of London, by the bastard Falconbridge, and the valiant defence of the same by the Lord Maior and the citizens. As it hath diuers times beene publikely played by the Right Honorable the Earle of Derbie his seruants.; King Edward the Fourth	Heywood, Thomas, d. 1641.	1600 (1600)	STC 13342; ESTC S106204	101,074	176

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 ●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

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 ●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

my companion And see what welcome wee will giue thee there Hobs. I haue heard of courtiers haue said as much as you and when they haue been tride would not bid their friendes drinke Sel. We are none such let our horses bee brought out For we must a way and so with thanks farewell Hob. Farewel to ye both commend me to the king tel him I would haue been glad to haue seen his worship here Exit King Come Tom for London horse and hence away Enter the Vice-admirall and the Captaine of the I le of Wight with Falconbridge bound the headsman bearing the axe before him Mor. Thomas Neuil yet hast thou gratious time Of deer repentance now discharge thy cōscience Lay open thine offences to the world That we may witnesse thou doost die a Christian Fal. Why sir Harry Moorton haue you arraignde Condemnde and brought me to this place Of bloudie execution and now aske If I be guiltie therein doth appeare What iustice you haue vsed call you this law Ca. Thou dost mistake our meaning Falconbridge Wee do not aske as being ignorant Of thy transgression but as vrging thee To heartie sorrow for thy vile misdéeds That heauen may take compassion on thy soule Fal. How charitable you would séeme to bee 't I feare anon you le say it is for loue You bind me thus and bring me to the blocke And that of méere affcaion you are moude To cut my head off cunning pollicie Such butchers as your selues neuer want A colour to excuse your slaughterous minds Mor. We butcher thée canst thou deny thy self But thou hast béen a pyrate on the sea Canst thou denie but with the communaltie Of Kent and Essex thou didst rise in armes And twise assault the Cittie London where Thou twise didst take repulse and since that time Canst thou denie that being fled from hence Thou ioynedst in con federacie with Fraunce And camest with them to burn Southampton here Are these no faults thou shuldst so much presume To cléere thy selfe and lay thy bloud on vs Fal. Heare me sir Harrie since we must dispute Cap. Dispute unciuil wretch what néeds dispute Did not the Viceadmirall héere and I Incountring with the Nauie of the French Attach thee in a ship of Normandie And wilt thou stand vpon thine innocence Dispatch thou art as rightfully condemnde As euer rebell was And thou shalt die Fal. I make no question of it I must die But let me tell you how I scorne your threats So little doo I reckon of the name Of ougly death as were he uisible I 'lde wrastle with him for the victorie And tugge the slaue and teare him with my téeth But I would make him stoope to Falconbridge And for this life this paltrie brittle life This blast of winde which you haue labourde fo By iuries sessions and I know not what To rob me off is of so vile repute That to attaine that I might liue mine age I would not giue the value of a poynt You cannot be so cruell to afflict But I will bée as forward to indure Mor. Go to leaue of these role braues of thine And thinke vpon thy soules health Falconbridge Cap. Submit and aske forgiuenesse of thy King Fal. What King Mor. Why Edward of the house of Yorke Fal. He is no King of mine he does vsurpe And if the destinies had giuen me leaue I would haue told him so before this time And puld the Diademe from off his head Mo. Thou art a traitor stop thy traitors mouth Fal. I am no traitor Lancaster is King If that be treason to defend his right What i st for them that do imprison him If insurrection to aduance his scepter What fault is theirs that step into his throane Oh God thou pour'dst the balme vpon his head Can that pure vnction be wipte off againe Thou once didst crown him in his infancie Shall wicked men now in his age depose him Oh pardon me if I expostulate More then becomes a sinfull man to doe England I feare thou wilt thy folly rue Cap. Thou triflest time and dost but wearie vs With dilatorie questions make an end Fal. Indeed the end of all kingdomes must end Honour and riches all must haue an end And he that thinkes he doth the most preuaile His head once laid there resteth but a tale Come fellow do thy office what me thinks Thou lookest as if thy heart were in thy hose Pull vp thy spirits it will be quickly done A blow or two at most will serue the turne Head Forgiue me sir your death Fal. Forgiue thée I and giue thoe too Hold there is some few crowns for thée to drink Tush wéepe not man giue loosers leaue to plaine And yet ifaith my losse I count a gaine First let me see is thy are sharpe inough I am indifferent wel a Gods name to this geare Hea. Come yéeld your head gently to the block Fal. Gently saist thou thou wilt not vse me so But all is one for that what strength hast thou Throughout the whole proportion of thy limbes Reuoke it all into thy manly armes And spare me not I am a Gentleman A Neuill and a Falconbridge beside Then do thy worke thou maist get credit by it For if thou dost not I must tell thee plaine I shall be passing angrie when t is done Head I warrant you sir none in the land shall do it better Fal. Why now thou pleasest me England farewel And old Plantagenet if thou suruiue Thinke on my loue although it did not thriue He is led forth Mor. As for his head it shall be sent with spéed To London and the promised reward Allotted for the apprehending him Be giuen vnto the poore of Southhampton here How say you Captaine are you so content Cap. With all my heart but I do maruel much We heare not of the messenger we sent To giue the King intelligence of this M. Take truce with your surmises here he comes Enter a Messenger Follow it séemes that thou art slow of gate Or verie negligent in our affaires What saies King Edward to our seruice done Mes. To answere you directly and as briefly I spoke with him for when I was come To Drayton Basset where they said he was T was told me there that euen the night before His highnes in all hast was rid towards London The occasion Henries death within the Tower Of which the people are in sundrie tales Some thinking he was murdred some againe Supposing that he died a naturall death Mor. Well how so ere that concernes not us We haue to doe with no mans death but his That for his treason here hath lost his head Come let vs giue direction as before And afterward make back vnto the shore Exeunt Enter the Lord Maior in his scarlet gowne with a guilded rapier by his side Ma. I marie Crosbie this befits thée well But some wil marualle that with a scarlet gown I weare a guilded rapier by my side Why let them