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A03804	Certaine deu[is]es and shewes presented to her Maiestie by the gentlemen of Grayes-Inne at her Highnesse court in Greenewich, the twenty eighth day of Februarie in the thirtieth yeare of her Maiesties most happy raigne	Hughes, Thomas, fl. 1587.; Trotte, Nicholas, Sir, d. 1636.; Fulbeck, William, 1560-1603?	1587 (1587)	STC 13921; ESTC S104286	42,890	57

woorke O Heauens for you To tumble downe and quite subuert her state Unlesse so many Nations came in aide What thirst of spoile O Fates In ciuil warres Were you afraide to faint for want of blood But yet O wretched state in Brytaines fond What needed they to stoope to Mordreds yoke Or feare the man themselues so fearefull made Had they but lynckt like friendes in Arthurs bandes And ioynde their force against the forren foes These warres and ciuill sinnes had soone surceast And Mordred reft of rule had feard his Sire 3 Would Gods these warres had drawne no other blood Then such as sproong from breasts of forreine foes So that the fountaine fedde with chaungelesse course Had found no neerer vents for dearer iuyce Or if the Fates so thirst for Brytish blood And long so deepely for our last decaie O that the rest were sparde and safe reseru'd Both Saxons Danes and Normans most of all Heereof when ciuill warres haue worne vs out Must Brytaine stand a borrowed blood for Brute 4 When prosperous haps and long continuing blisse Haue past the ripenesse of their budding grouth They fall and foulter like the mellow fruite Surcharg'd with burden of their owne excesse So Fortune wearyed with our often warres Is forc'd to faint and leaue vs to our fates If men haue mindes presaging ought their harmes If euer heauie heart foreweene her woe What Brytaine liues so far remou'd from home In any Ayre or Pole or Coast abroade But that euen now through Natures sole instinct He feeles the fatall sword imbrue his breast Wherewith his natiue soyle for aye is slaine What hopes and happes lye wasted in these warres Who knowes the foyles he suffered in these fieldes The argument of the fift Act IN the first scene Arthur and Cador returned deadlie wounded and bewaild the misfortune of themselues and their Countrie and are likewise bewailed of the Chorus In the seconde scene the Ghoast of Gorlois returneth reioycing at his reuendge and wishing euer after a happier Fate vnto Brytaine which done he descendeth where he first rose ¶ The Argument and manner of the fift and last dumbe shewe SOunding the Musicke foure gentlemen all in blacke halfe armed halfe vnarmed with blacke skarffes ouerthwart their shoulders should come vppon the stage The first bearing alofte in the one hand on the trunchion of a speare an Helmet an arming sworde a Gauntlet c. representing the Trophea in the other hand a Target depicted with a mans hart sore wounded the blood gushing out crowned with a Crowne imperiall and a Lawrell garland thus written in the toppe En totum quod superest signifying the King of Norway which spent himselfe and all his power for Arthur and of whom there was lest nothing but his heart to inioy the conquest that insued The seconde bearing in the one hand a siluer vessell full of golde pearles and other iewels representing the Spolia in the other hande a Target with an Olephant and Dragon thereon fiercely combacting the Dragon vnder the Olephant and sucking by his extreme heate the blood from him is crushed in peeces with the fall of the Olephant so as both die at last this written aboue Victor an Victus representing the King of Denmarke who fell through Mordreds wound hauing first with his souldiers destroyed the most of Mordreds armie The third bearing in the one hand a Pyramis with a Lawrell wreath about it representing victorie In the other hand a Target with this deuise a man sleeping a snake drawing neere to sting him a Leazard preuenting the Snake by fight the Leazard being deadlie wounded awaketh the man who seeing the Leazard dying pursues the Snake and kils it this written aboue Tibi morimur Signifying Gawin King of Albanye slaine in Arthurs defence by Mordred whom Arthur afterwardes slewe The fourth bearing in the one hande a broken piller at the toppe thereof the Crowne and Scepter of the vanquisht King both broken asunder representing the conquest ouer vsurpation in the other hand a Target with two Cockes painted thereon the one lying dead the other with his winges broken his eyes pecked out and the bloode euerye where gushing foorth to the grounde he standing vppon the dead Cocke and crowing ouer him with this embleme in the toppe Qua vici perdidi signifying Cador deadly wounded by Gilla whom he slewe After these followed a King languishing in complet Harnesse blacke brused battered vnto him besprinkled with blood On his head a Lawrell garland leaning on the shoulders of two Heraults in mourning gownes hoods th'on in Mars his coate of arms the other in Arthurs presenting Arthur victoriously but yet deadly wounded there followed a page with a Target whereon was portraited a Pellican pecking her blood out of her brest to feede her young ones through which wound she dieth this writen in the toppe Quafoui perit signifying Arthurs too much indulgencie of Mordred the cause of his death All this represented the dismayed and vnfortunate victorie of Arthur which is the matter of the Act insuing THE FIFT ACT and first Scene Arthur Cador Chorus ARTH. COme Cador as our frendship was most firme Throughout our age so now let 's linke as fast Thus did we liue in warres thus let vs dye In peace and arme in arme pertake our Fates Our woundes our greéfe our wish our hap alike Our end so neere all craue eche others helpe CADO. O King beholde the fruite of all our Fame Lo here our Pompe consumed with our selues What all our age with all our warres had woonne Loe here one day hath lost it all at once Well so it likes the Heauens thus Fortune gibes She hoyseth vp to hurle the deeper downe CHOR. 1 O sacred Prince what sight is this we seé Why haue the Fates reseru'd vs to these woes Our onely hope the stay of all our Realme The piller of our state thus sore opprest O would the Gods had fauour'd vs so much That as we liu'd partakers of your paines And likewise ioyde the fruit of your exploytes So hauing thus bereft our Soueraignes blisse They had with more indifferent doome conioynd The Subiects both and Soueraignes bane in one It now alas ingendereth double greéfe To rue your want and to bewaile our woes ARTH. Rue not my Brytaines what my rage hath wrought But blame your King that thus hath rent your Realme My meanelesse moodes haue made the Fates thus fell And too much anger wrought in me too much For had impatient ire indu'rde abuse And yeélded where resistance threatned spoyle I mought haue liu'd in forreine coastes vnfoilde And six score thousand men had bene vnmoande But wrong incensing wrath to take reuenge Preferred Chaunce before a better choyse CHOR. 2 T' was Mordreds wrong and to vniust desertes That iustly mooude your Highnesse to such wrath Your claime requir'd no lesse then those attempts Your cause right good was prais'd and praide for most ARTH. I claimd my Crowne the cause of claime was

Soueraignes heast The third scene Gawin King of Albanie Aschillus King of Denmarke King of Norway A number of Souldiers ARTH. O Friends and fellowes of my weriest toyles Which haue borne out with me so many brunts And desperate stormes of wars and brainsicke Mars Loe now the hundreth month wherein we winne Hath all the bloud we spent in forreine Coasts The wounds and deaths and winters boad abroade Deserued thus to be disgrac'd at home All Brytaine rings of warres No towne nor fielde But swarmes with armed troupes the mustering traines Stop vp the streétes no lesse a tumult 's raisde Then when Hengistus fell and Horsus fierce With treacherous truce did ouerrunne the Realme Each corner threatneth Death both farre and nere Is Arthur vext What if my force had faild And standarde falne and ensignes all beene torne And Roman troupes pursude me at the heéles With lucklesse warres assaid in forreine soiles Now that our Fortune heaues vs vp thus hie And Heauens themselues renewe our olde renowme Must we be darde Nay let that Princocke come That knowes not yet himselfe nor Arthurs force That ne'r yet waged warres that 's yet to learne To giue the charge Yea let that Princocke come With sodayne Souldyers pampered vp in peace And gowned troupes and wantons worne with ease With sluggish Saxons crewe and Irish kernes And Scottish aide and false redshanked Picts Whose slaughters yet must teach their former foyle They shall perceaue with sorrow e'r they part When all their toyles be tolde that nothing workes So great a wast and ruine in this age As doe my warres O Mordred blessed Sonne No doubt these market mates so highly hier'd Must be the stay of thy vsurped state And least my head inclining now to yeares Should ioy the rest which yet it neuer reapt The Traytor Gilla traind in treacherous iarres Is chiefe in armes to reaue me of my Realme What corner ah for all my warres shall shrowde My bloodlesse age what seate for due deserts What towne or field for auncient Souldiers rest What house What rooffe What walls for weried lims Stretch out againe stretch out your conquering hands Still must we vse the force so often vsde To those that will pursue a wrong with wreke He giueth all that once denies the right Thou soile which erst Diana did ordaine The certaine seate and bowre of wandring Brute Thou Realme which ay I reuerence as my Saint Thou stately Brytaine th' auncient tipe of Troy Beare with my forced wrongs I am not he That willing would impeach thy peace with warres Lo here both farre and wide I Conqueror stand Arthur each where thine owne thy Liedge thy King Condemne not mine attempts he onely he Is sole in fault that makes me thus thy foe Here I renounce all leagues and treats of truce Thou Fortune henceforth art my garde and guide Hence peace on warres runne Fates let Mars be iudge I erst did trust to right but now to rage Goe tell the boy that Arthur feares no brags In vaine he seekes to braue it with his Sire I come Mordred I come but to thy paine Yea tell the boy his angry father comes To teach a Nouist both to die and dare Herault Exit HOWE If we without offence O greatest guide Of Brytish name may poure our iust complaints We most mislike that your too milde a moode Hath thus withheld our hands and swords from strokes For what were we behind in any helpe Or without cause did you misdoubt our force Or truth so often tried with good successe Goe to Conduct your army to the fielde Place man to man oppose vs to our foes As much we neéde to worke as wish your weale CADO. Seémes it so sowre to winne by ciuill warres Were it to goare with Pike my fathers braest Were it to riue and cleaue my brothers head Were it to teare peécemeale my dearest childe I would inforce my grudging handes to helpe I cannot terme that place my natiue soyle Whereto your trumpets send their warrlike sounds If case requir'd to batter downe the Towres Of any Towne that Arthur would destroy Yea wer 't of Brytaines selfe which most I rede Her bulwarkes fortresse rampiers walles and fence These armes should reare the Rams to runne them downe Wherefore ye Princes and the rest my mates If what I haue auerd in all your names Be likewise such as stands to your content Let all your Yeas auow my promise true SOVL. Yea yea c. ASCH. Wherein renowmed King my selfe or mine My life my Kingdome and all Denmarke powre May serue your turne account them all your owne KING And whatsoe'r my force or Norwaie aide Norway May helpe in your attempts I vow it here GAWI. As heretofore I alwayes serude your heast So let this daie be iudge of Gawins trust Either my brother Mordred dies the death By mine assault or I at least by his ARTH. Since thus my faithfull mates with vowes alike And equall loue to Arthurs cause you ioyne In common care to wreake my priuate wrongs Lift vp your Ensignes efts stretch out your strengths Pursue your Fates performe your hopes to Mars Loe here the last and outmost worke for blades This is the time that all our valour craues This time by due desert restores againe Our goods our lands our liues our weale and all This time declares by Fates whose cause is best This this condemnes the vanquisht side of guilt Wherefore if for my sake you scorne your selues And spare no sword nor fire in my defence Then whiles my censure iustifies your cause Fight fight amaine and cleare your blades from crime The Iudge once changde no warres are free from guilt The better cause giues vs the greater hope Of prosperous warres wherein if once I hap To spie the wonted signes that neuer failde Their guide your threatning lookes your firie eies And bustling bodies prest to present spoile The field is wonne Euen then me thinkes I see The wonted wasts and scattered heads of foes The Irish carcas kickt and Pictes opprest And Saxons slaine to swim in streames of bloud I quake with hope I can assure you all We neuer had a greater match in hand March on delaie no Fates whiles Fortune fawnes The greatest praise of warres consists in speed Exeunt Regis et Cohors The fourth scene Cador Arthur CADO. SInce thus victorious King your Peéres allies Your Lords and all your powres be ready prest For good for bad for whatsoe'r shall hap To spend both limme and life in your defence Cast of all doubts and rest your selfe on Mars A hopelesse feare forbids a happy Fate ARTH. In sooth good Cador so our Fortune fares As neédes we must returne to woonted force To warres we must but such vnhappy warres As yeéld no hope for right or wrong to scape My selfe foreseés the Fate it cannot fall Without our dearest blood much may the minde Of pensiue Sire presage whose Sonne so sinnes All truth all trust all blood all bands be