imaginarie sound Stand me th' art some English damned witch That from a reverend Fryer has stoln his shape To abuse me stay art gone no Hagge I will not It spake sure told me Bruce should Exit Ghost beckoning him to follow be my bane cannot shall not heaven knows such things onely Enter old Wallace his Ghost That eye hath shot me throw wounds me to death I know that face too well but 't is so gastly I 'le rather with my nayles here dig my grave Then once more behold thee Exit Ghost Part from me vext spirit my bloud turnes to water I beseech thee affright me not it 's gone Enter Peggies Ghost Peg. Alace Scotland to wham salt thou compleyne Alace fra mourning wha sall the refayne I thee beseek and for him dy'd on tree Come not nere Bruyce yet Bruyce sall not hurt thee Alace alace no man can stand 'gainst fate The dampe dew fra the heaven does gyn to faw I to my rest mim gange ere the Cock crawe Wall It was my wife what horror meete I here No Armour in the world can hold out feare Enter Grimsbie Grim. We stay for your direction Wal. Whom did you meete Grim. No body Wa. Saw ye nothing Grim. Not any thing Wa. T was my braines weaknesse then I have seene strange sights that anon I 'le tell If Grimsbie we meete never more farewell Exit Grim. Ha I am strucke dumbe oh mans slippery fate Mischiefes that follow us at our backs we shunne And are strucke downe with those we dreame not on Exit Enter Mentith and Comyne Ment. I have beside with Wallace sherife of life Held private conference who in Longshancks name Who sweares to me we shall have good preferment Beside the promist gold Enter Wallace Com. Peace Wallace comes Ment. Is the Bruyce come Wal. It is not yet his houre Ment. Who came along with you Wa. My foot-boy onely who is tying up my horse Ment. Him must I kill I 'le looke if Bruce be in sight yet Exit Wal. Do Com. Y' are sad VVa. My minde is shaken but the storme is o're A cry helpe murder within What cry is that Ment. Be arm'd Bruce with a force comes to betray thee From some villaines hand thy foot-boy is murdered VVal. Murdred Bruce shall repent this deed Both So shalt thou away with him Enter Souldiers knocke him downe hurry him away in a sound Exeunt Enter Bruce muffled with a Souldier Bru. Helpe to disguise me Souldier in exchange Take these for thine and here 's some gold to boot Soul If I be not hang'd my Lord in all my bravery I care not Bru. Phew I warrant thee Seale up thy lips and eyes thou neither seest Nor canst tell where I am Soul Not I my Lord Oh my poore wrong'd countrey pardon me heaven And with a feather pluck'd from mercies wing Brush off the purple spots that else would grow Like freckles on my soule Enter North and Clifford Soul My Lord here comes company Bru. Here quicke mine own agen and get thee gone Per. Sirra Souldier saw'st thou the Earle of Huntington Soul Huntington Cliff The Lord Bruce I meane Bru. Who cals for Bruce Per. Muffled up and alone I 'le to the King Exit Cliff Do sirra be gone Bru. Whither 's Percy gone he ask'd for Bruce Cliff There 's great enquirie for you Bru. By whom Cliff The King has a fresh command for Bruce Bru. For me he may command his Subjects Cliff True and Huntington is one Bru. Is none Cliff No Subject Bruce None that dare oppose your King Oh my impostum'd spleene Will flie into their faces what command Has England now Clif. Fresh powers are to be levied Which Bruce of Huntington must leade Bruce 'Gainst whom Clif. Gainst proud Wallace 'gainst the Scots Bruce I will not I 'm not his Butcher Gainst the Scots I will not fight Clif. How will not Bruce No will not Clifford Cliff Peace Bruce My Lord I dare not In this last battell I receiv'd some wounds That yet bleed inward I will no more banquet strangers With my native bloud Cliff Bruce speaks not like a subject Bruce English Edward commands not like a King Thrice honour'd Clifford I 'le trust you with my bosome Clif. No you shall not My virgin honour is so chast it shall not Keepe companie with a disquiet bosome Nor talke with discontents Bru. It shall not I will but Spare me the ayre hath eares no more You sent to me I will but tell bold Clifford Not a word My thoughts owe as much honour as their Lord Within traytor traytor Enter Mentith Enter King North Herefor and followers King A mutinie what noyse is 't Per. Mentith a Knight of Scotland Cliff Keepe him off King What com'st thou for Ment. Comyn my countryman and I have brought A jewell to your Highnesse which if 't were right As 't is known counterfeit 't were worth a kingdome Wearied with warre and pittying the deep wounds Which fainting Scotland beares upon her breast And knowing that the onely sword which gashes Her tender sides is grip'd in Wallace hands I in my love to peace and to the safetie Of two great Nations am the man that layed Snares to entrap this monster that devoures So many thousand lives the Rebell 's tane King Where is he Ment. I have brought him to your English Camp Force would not doo 't but policie we struck the Stagge To the ground and thought him dead but heaven put backe The blow of purpose hee 's now come to life From an astonishment when we thought him dead To th' end the world may see the publique shame Of an Arch-traytor King Mentith hath wonne fame And honour by this act fetch in this devill Exit Ment. Clif. Thou wilt have Englands thanks but Scotlands curse Thou never hast done better never worse Damn'd Iudas to thy Country-man and friend Enter Wallace Mentith Comyn Wal. Where am I Bru. Here with Bruce Wal. Bruce my Soveraigne My bloud is sold this is not Glasco-moore Some villaine hath betray'd me Cli. Speak to your country-men Comyn and Mentith Wal. Comyn and Mentith Something it was that made the modest night Looke angry on the world I this was it And this was it that cleft my fathers grave And rais'd him from his monumentall bed of earth To give me gentle warning this was it That made my starre when all the rest look'd pale Blush like a fiery Meteor can Heaven winke at this Ment. It can it doth and at farre greater mischiefs Wal. Not of thy acting Ment. Yes of mine Wal. Not here Ment. Here or in Hell Wal. Why then goe act them there Boast of them there in that black Kingdome tell That by a true subject a base Rebell fell Kils him with his fist King What 's that Clif. Your Scotch jeweller is slain King By whom Clif. By Wallace Wal. Heare me speak King Edward Clif. Good my Liege heare him King Clif. I have vow'd Neither to heare nor see him drag him hence Mine eye shall nor be so compassionate To view him least I pitie him hang draw and quarter him Wal. First heare me speak King Drag him hence and let that heart those limbes Which were the motives to rebellious warre Be torn asunder cast upon that ground Which he with unkinde steele so oft did wound Away with him Wal. Farewell to all the World I ha met death too often to feare him now Only it grieves me that I have not freed Scotland my native soile from tyranny Bruce thou hast a Kingdome lose it not King Stop his throat Wal. I go to one too And on my grave when death hath there down laid me Be this my Epitaph mine own betrayes me Exit Bruce Let him have noble triall King He shall have the triall of an Arch-traitour Percy and Clifford take hence Bruce Bruce Me hence King You hence sir from this houre I sweare Never to see thee Earle of Huntingdon Harke Clifford and Northumberland awa Bruce What is King Edwards meaning King Your head shal feel our meaning see it dispatch'd Bruce You may Exeunt Bruce North and Clifford Com. My honor'd Lord although untimely death Hath taken hence one engine of that work That brought that Rebell Wallace to his end Seeing our Countries peace and Englands good Is by his death made perfect and compleat I doubt not but the promised reward Of full ten thousand Crowns shall now remayn To the Survivor King Comin I perceive It was reward not love that acted it But you shall have your due of that anon A flourish Enter all in state I told thee Bruce that thou upon thy head Shouldst feele our meaning and that all the world May know we value honour above conquest Having a power able to turn all Scotland Into a Chaos here twixt both our Armies Give us thy oath of fealty and weare Both Crown and title of thine Ancestors Bruce England is full of honour Bruce doth bend To thy command They crown him King Give him his oath of fealty With him those Lords which are his Countrymen They sweare Bruce stabs Comin Bruce Stand back a Serpent shall not with his breath Infect our Kingly eares die slave for he That would betray his friend shall nere serve me King What hath Bruce done Bruce A sacrifice of honour and revenge no traitors hand Shall help to lift a Crown up to my head Thou didst betray then die unpitied Clif. Brave Bruce I 'le love thee for this honor'd act Thou hast perform'd a noble piece of justice Now shall the Ghost of Wallace sleepe in peace And perfect love shall twixt these Lands increase He hath his full reward for his foule treason Drag hence the slave and make him food for Crows The Lamp that gave Rebellion light hath spent The oile that fed it all our spears are turn'd To Palmes and Olive branches all our stars Are now made whole peace is the balme of wars FINIS
THE VALIANT SCOT By J. W. Gent. LONDON Printed by Thomas Harper for Iohn Waterson and are to be sold at his shop in Pauls Church-yard at the signe of the Crown 1637 To the right Honorable James Marquesse Hamilton Earle of Cambridge and Arran Lord of Even Ennerdale and Arbroth Master of the Horse to his Majesty Steward of the Honour of Hampton Court Gentleman of the Kings Bed-chamber and Knight of the most noble Order of the Garter and one of his Majesties Privie Councell in both Kingdomes Right Honorable MEns actions have not their difference alwayes from the relation of their persons for hee that presented his King with a dish of water having nothing else made the gift acceptable I would use the application to my selfe having been one amongst your meanest followers in your Lordships practicall life of a Souldier what I haue I bestow upon you and doe hope though it be clothed in the light dressing of a Play it will not be denied your Lordships acceptance since it contains the Character which History hath left to Posterity of your own truly valiant Countriman I most humbly beg pardon for my boldnesse and that I may continue knowne to your Lordship at the becomming distance of your Honours truly honourer and humblest servant Your Lordships most humble servant and Souldier William Bowyer Actus I. Enter Halserigge Thorne Selby and Sir Ieoffrey VViseacres Tho. FEllow colleagues since it hath pleas'd our King Renowned Edward of his speciall favour To spheare us in this height of eminence And maks vs rulers over Scotland Le ts shew our selves worthy the dignities Conferred upon us Sel. That 's not by lenity For howsoere the armed hand of war Ha's made them ours they are a Nation Haughty and full of spleen and must be manag'd With straighter reins and rougher bitts Tho. Ahlas I finde them easie tractable and mild Autority may with a slender twine Hold in the strongest head then what needs tyranny Vse rein or bitt by this all doubts are cleer'd 'T is alwayes better to be lov'd then fear'd And by your leave Sir Thomas We have good reason to defend our own Sel. You are as cleer of danger and as free from foes Has. As he that holds a hungry wolfe by th' eares The principles are true trust not thy wife With secrets nor thy vassall with thy life Sound example proves it Ieof. And private policy confirms it I could urge reason why shew cause wherefore and speake to purpose wherby but my betters are in place I know them to be pregnant and a ready wit's worth all Sel. For our owne safeties then and Englands honour Let not us lose what our King hardly wonne Has. To that effect called we this solemne meeting To which we have summon'd divers chiefly Wallace Late Sheriffe of Ayre which office tho the King Conferred on me the haughty Scot thinks much To tender up observe his insolence Enter Wallace and takes his place Sel. Presumptuous Groom this is a seat for Eagles And not for Haggards O. Wal. Selbie 't is a seat I and my Grandsires Grandsire have enjoyed And held with worship and till Edwards hand Remove me from 't Wallace will still posses 't Sel. Proud Wallace dares not O. Wal. Selbie both dares and doe And must and will tho subject unto Edward I 'me Selbies equall both in birth and place Tho in mine Office Edward joyn'd you with me He never made you ruler over me Has. You 'le finde he did reade that Commission And tell me then if Selby or your self Be Sheriffe of Ayre O. Wal. To what my King commands I humbly bend resigning on my knee Both Staffe and Office Sel. Which thus Selby breaks Over thy head and now proud Sir acknowledge Selby your Ruler and with your place resigne Your Castle and your Lands O. Wal. That 's not inserted in your Commission What the King has given I surrender For my Lands they 'r still mine own Were purchas'd with the sweat of my deer Ancestors And ere I lose a pole a foot I or the smallest turfe a silly Larke may build on I le lose life Sel. At your own choice either your lands or life Or both O. Wal. Or neither royall Edwards mercy Sits above Selbies malice Sel. Surly Groom Mercie 's for subjects by what Evidence Charter or Service do you hold your Land O. Wal. Selby by none that title which I had I have given my sonne a boy of that proud temper As should he heare thy insolent demand Would pluck thee from thy seat and lay thy head A satisfaction at his fathers feet But heavens forbid it Selby thus it stands Thou hast my Office and my sonne my Lands Sel. He must shew how he holds 'em O. Wal. So he can And Selby will shew evidence sufficient Mine my deere Fathers and my Grandsires sword He weares good evidence about him Selby And will upon the least occasion Both shew and prove it lawfull Has. If the sword be your best plea y 'ave but a naked title And by our autority we here command You and your sonne at our next generall meeting To bring in your Surrender or undergo The penalty of traytors Enter Sir John Graham Gra. Oh you the patrons of poore injur'd subjects Do Graham justice Selbies riotous sonne Assisted by a crew of dissolutes Has stole my onely daughter and intends A violent Rape or which more cuts my soule A forced marriage Sel. Inconsiderate foole The boy affects her and with my consent Intends a lawfull marriage 't is a favour Her betters sue for Gra. Oh let u'm hate my bloud Shall never enter league nor hold alliance With him that hates my Country Sel. Rest your thoughts He has her if he likes her he shall wed her And Graham as a dowry shall enjoy Thy present state revenues goods and lands Fret out thy soule he shall Gra. Shall Sel. I Sir shall It 's the highest favour conquest can afford For a slave to joyn alliance with his Lord And Wallace see present surrender made Or look for storms Jeof. So say I too and 't is not the least part of policy neither O. Wal. Will have my Lands Exeunt Gra. Inforce me give a dower Misery decre'd above comparison O. Wal. Complain unto the King Gra. The King alas I have heard a story how the subtle Fox Having stole a Lambe the family of sheep Drew a petition and with full consent Prefrr'd it to the Lion he imploy'd 'Bout earnest and more serious businesse Appoints the Beare Commissioner to take up This bloudy difference the Beare impannels A partiall jury all of Wolves they choose The Fox their Fore-man they consult and finde The sheepish Nation guilty and with generall breath Cast judged condemned and sentenc'd all to death O. Wal. Men should have souls Gra. But tyrants being no men Have consequently none complaints in slaves Are like to prayers made over dead mens graves Nor heard nor pitied heaven ha's impos'd a curse
is quite lost Wal. Why then descend amaine art sure t is lost Ment. Yes Wal. Then wee 'le winne it againe Enter Messenger Clif. How now Mes. The King proclaimes that man a traytor That saves when he may kill Cliff Charge them blacke day The Lyon hunts a Lyon for his prey A fight Enter Wallace and Souldiers beat off the English the Generall and Grimsby slaine Generall Too late Wall Why then farewell I 'le make what haste I can to follow thee Bruce Bruce I am here 't is Wallace calls thee Dares thee Bru. Tho I nere stoopt unto a traitors lure I scorne thine why do'st thou single me Yet turnst thy weapon downward to the earth Wal. Le ts breathe and talke Bru. I 'le parly with no traytor but with blows VVal. Ye shall have blows your guts full I am no traytor Bru. Why 'gainst thy Soveraigne lifts thou then thy sword Wal. You see I lift it not Bru. Tell Edward so thy King Wal. Longshancks was never Soveraigne of mine Nor shall whilst Bruce lives Bruce is my Soveraigne Thou art but bastard English Scotch true borne Th' art made a mastive 'mongst a heard of wolves To weary those thou shouldst be shepheard of The fury of the battell now declines And take my counsell though I seeme thy foe Wash both thy hands in bloud and when anon The English in their Tents their deeds do boast Lift thou thy bloudy hands up and boast thine And with a sharpe eye note but with what scorne The English pay thy merit Bru. This I 'le try Wal. Dar'st thou alone meet me in Glasco-moore And there I 'le tell thee more Bru. Thou hast no treason towards me VVa. Here 's my hand I am cleare as innocence had I meant treason Here could I worke it on thee I have none Bru. In Glasco-moore I 'le meet thee fare thee well VVa. The time Bru. Some two houres hence VVa. There I will untie A knot at which hangs death or Soveraigntie Exeunt Enter the English Army Kin. We have swet hard to day Cli. T was a brave hunting Bolt offers to lay his Coat under the king Kin. Sit some wine Away in the field all fellows whose is this Bolt It was my Coat at Armes but now t is yours at legges King Away why givest thou me a cushion Bolt Because of the two I take you to be the better man King A souldiers coat shall never be so base To lye beneath my heele th' art in this place My fellow and companion a health to all in England Omn. Let it come Cliff Is not this he that kill'd VVallace Bolt No sir I am onely he that said so As you sit so did I lye King Sirra where 's your master Bol. My master is shot King How shot where Bol. I' th backe Clif. Oh he ranne away Bol. No my Lord but his harnesse Cap was blowne off and he running after it to catch it was shot betweene necke and shoulders and when he stood upright he had two heads King Two heads how Bolt Yes truly his own head and the arrow head it was twenty to one that I had not beene shot before him King Why prethee Bolt Because my Knights name being Wiseacres and mine Bolt and you know a fooles bolt is soon shot Clif. He ha's pind the foole upon his masters shoulder very handsomly King Sirra go seek your master and bid him take order for burying of the dead Bolt I shall Sir and whilst he takes order for the burials of the dead I 'le take order for the stomacks of the living King How fought to day our English Per. Bravely King How the Scots Cliff The pangs of war are like to child-bed throwes Bitter in suffering but the storme being past The talk as of scap't shipwrack sweet doth taste The death of the Scotch Generall went to my heart He had in him of man asmuch as any And for ought I think his bloud was poorly sold By his own Countrymen rather then sought by us Had not the Reare where Wallace did command Stood and given ayme it had bin a day Bloudy and dismall and whose hard to say Sir you shall give me leave to drink a health To all the valiant Scots King Clifford I 'le pledge thee give me my bowle Clif. Sir I remembred Wallace in my draught King I did not so this cup were Wallace Skull I 'de drinke it full with bloud for it would save The lives of thousands Clif I for your Kingdoms would not pledge it so Per. I would no matter how a traitor falls King Percy ten thousand Crowns should buy That traitors head if I could hav 't for money Clif. I would give Twice twenty thousand Crowns to have his head On my swords point cut from him with this arme But how i' th field nobly hand to hand not this straw To a hangman that should bring it me King Let that passe Wher 's Bruce our noble Earle of Carrick Per. I saw him not to day Clif. I did and saw his sword Like to a Reapers Sithe mow down the Scots Enter Bruce Here he comes King Brave Armory a rampant Lion within a field all Gules Where hast been Bruce Bruce Following the execution which we held Three English miles in length King Give him some wine art not thirsty Bruce Yes for Scottish bloud I never shall have Enough on 't the Kings health Omnes Let come Per. How greedily you Scot drinks his own bloud Omnes Ha ha ha K. If he should taste your bitternesse 't were not well Bruce What 's that ye all laugh'd at Clif. Nothing but a jest Bruce Nay good Sir tell me King An idle jest more wine for Bruce Bruce No more I have drunk too much Wallace and I did parlee Per. How in words Bruce No Percy I 'me no prater 't was with swords Your laughing jest was not at me Omnes Sir no King Bruce would fain quarrell Bruce I ha done sir King Peace what Trumpet 's that Clif. From the enemy sure King Go learn Enter Rugecrosse a Scottish Herald Ruge. I come from Wallace King So Sir what of him Ruge. Thus he speaks He bids me dare you to a fresh battaile by to morrowes sunne Army to Army troup to troup he challenges Or to save bloud fifty to fifty shall the strife decide Or one to one King A Herald to the traitor Go and thus speak we bring whips of steele To scourge Rebellion not to stand the braves Of a base daring vassall bid him ere that Sun Which he calls up be risen pay it and save His Country and himselfe from ruine charge him on his head To make his quick submission if he slow the minutes Wee 'le proclaime in thunder his and his Countries ruine Go be gon Arme Omnes Arme Arme King A Land that 's sick at heart must take sharp pils For dangerous physick best cures dangerous ils Exeunt Actus V. Enter Bruce and Clifford Bruce As you are a souldier as y' are
noble I charge you and conjure you to unclaspe A book in which I am graveld Cliff Perhaps I cannot Bruce Yes if you dare you can Clif. Dare Clifford dares Do any thing but wrong and what 's not just Bruce Then tell me sir what was that bitter scorn Which I like poyson tasted in my wine Clif. I care not if I doe because I love vertue even in My enemy the bowle of wine kissing your lip Behold quoth one how eagerly you Scot Drinks his own bloud Bruce You Scot drinks his own bloud which Scot Clif. Best wake some Oracle Bruce Who brake the jest upon me Clif. Pray pardon me Exit Cli Bruce The Oracle I 'le wake is here oh Wallace I ne're had eyes till now they were clos'd up By braving English witchcraft drinks his own bloud England my stepdame take my bitter curse Thy own nails teare thy own bowels oh my parent Dear Scotland I no more will be a goad Pricking thy sides but if ere I draw a sword It shall be double-edg'd with bloud and fire To burn and drown this Kingdome and this King Enter a Gentleman Gent. My Generall Charg'd me in privacie to give you these Bruce Thanks noble Clifford what did he bid thee say Gent. Nothing but so Exit Bruce A pair of Spurs Bruce nere was runaway Twelve silver pence oh bitter scorn with Judas I have betray'd my Master my dear Country And here 's the embleme of my treachery To hasten to some tree and desperate die Twelve sterling silver pence sterling ha sterling 'T is a limbe of Scotland spurs for flight Clifford I 'le thither comment I wrong or right Exit Enter Grimsby Mentith Coming English Herald and Rouge-crosse Ment. Stay noble Grimsby ere he further passe One of us certifie our Generall Perhaps hee 'l not admit him to his presence Grim. 'T is like so stay him here that pains be mine Com. Let Ruge-crosse bring his pleasure Grim. Come agreed Exeunt Grimsby and Ruge-crosse Men. You bring from Longshanks some strange message now Com. At least he sends his Gauntlet Men. Gauntlet no the English Fight not two dayes together but like swaggerers A fray being made up with a wound or so The man whose throat before should have been cut Is a sworn brother now we have mall'd your Nation Thei 'le fawn on us like Spaniels will they not Com. And that 's thy errand i st not Ment. Commonly when English see at cuffs they are too weak they fall to fishing and then bait the hook with mercie and the Kings pardon at which who bites ha's his swallowing spoiled for ever there 's no Scot but scorns to hang his hope on your Kings promises be it nere so smoothly gilded Herald He gilds none sir Ment. I warrant he would pawn half his Dominions to shake hands with Wallace and be friends Com. Had he but him in 's Court he would out-shine His capring gallants be would dote on him As Jupiter did on Ganymede and make him His chief Minion Herald Hee does already so really dote upon him 't is not yet the age of one houre since my Master sware to give ten thousand Crowns to Scot or English that were so bold to bring him Wallace's head Enter Ruge-crosse Ruge. The English Herald Exeunt Ruge and Herald Ment. Ten thousand Crowns Com. Would make a faire shew in our purses Jack Ment. I could pick out five thousand heads That I durst boldly sell him at that rate Com. Ten thousand Crowns Ment. I and Court wind-falls too Some English Earldome or so here is none but friends Should you betray the conference I care not I would deny it and I would oresway Your proofs tho neere so massie Com. It shall not need beleeve me worthy Mentith What here you looke is safe Ment. Shall we earne this English gold ten thousand crownes Com. My hand Ment. They are ours hee 's dead Com. No more he comes Enter Wallace Grimsbie Herald VVal. I am to him no vassal hee 's a tyrant So tell him ere his frowne shall bend my knee This shall be hang'd upon the gallow tree For my appearance tell him this I 'le dyne On Christmas day next in his English Court And in his great Hall at Westminster at 's owne boord Wee 'le drink Scotch healths in his standing cups of gold His blacke Iackes hand in hand about his Court Shall march with our blew bonnets we 'le eate nothing But what our swords shall carve so tell his Souldiers Wee 'le sit like Lords there whilst they rayle like slaves Go with Scotch threats pay backe your English braves Grim. You le make the English mad Exit Herald Omn. A brave defiance VVal. Defiance Le ts mad them more they shall not sleep to night Good Grimsbie beat a drum let bon-fires shine Through all our army as if our Tents were burnt And we dislodg'd but recollect our troops Into an ordered body some thing wee 'le do To make our Chronicles swell with English rue Grim. A Drum call a Drum Exit Grimsbie VVa. Oh sir John Mentith I have crackt the Ice To a designe which if it will succeed England no more shall strike nor Scotland bleed Ment. Com Le ts be partakers deare sir VVal. What will you say if I winne Bruce from the English Ment. The happiest day that ever shone on Scotland Com. And crowne him King VVal. That 's the up-shot must crowne all I 'm to meet him Before one houre grow old in Glasco-moore Ment. How meet him Wa. As I am both come alone no words to any Ment. Our lips are seal'd Com. Will you ride or go on foot Wal. No more I 'le ride Ment. Wee 'le passe the wood on foot Wal. Jack Mentith I do laugh to think what face Longshancks wil make when he shall heare what guests Will dine with him in 's Court on Christmas day Ment. What face he 'le kill the Herald sure Wal. Oh! some charme for me to be invisible there and see him Ment. For my part of ten thousand crownes by this hand I do wish you there Com. For as many of mine I sweare Ment. Time may come In his Exchequer we may share twice that summe Wall Hence hye you before keep close in the wood Breake forth if you spie treason if not not Both Good Exeunt Enter the Fryers Ghost Wa. Ha if what thou seem'st thou art step forward speake I have fac'd more horrid terror Fryer Whare do'st gang Wall What 's that to thee Fryer Thouse not lest and lang Twa wolves will suike thy bluide by the third night I charge thy sawle meete mine thy death is dight Wal. Thou art a lying spirit Fryer Bruce byn thy bane Gif on thou gang luke not turne backe againe Wallace beweere me thinks it thee should irke Mare need hast thou to serve God in the Kirke VVa. Stay if thou hast a voyce th' art bloud and bone As I am let me feele thee else I 'le thinke thee A sorcerous