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He had no thought of any gentle heart That would not seaze desire for such desart If any heauenly ioy in women be Sweet of all sweetes sweete Nell it is in thee Now lords along by this the Earle of Marche Lord Mortimor ore Cambriaes mountaine tops Hath rang'd his men and feeles Lluellens minde To which confines that well in wasting be Our sollemne seruice of coronation past We will amaine to backe our friends at neede And into to Wales our men at armes shall march And we with them in person foote by foote Brother of Scotland you shall to your home And liue in honour there faire England friend And thou sweet Nell Queene of king Edwards heart Shall now come lesser at thy daintie loue And at coronation meete thy louing peeres When stormes are past and we haue coolde the rage Of these rebellious Welshmen that contend Gainst Englands maiestie and Edwards crowne Sound Trumpets Harolds lead the traine along This be king Edwards feast and hollie daie Exeunt Enter the Maris of London from Church and Musicke before her Qu. Eli. Glocester who may this be a bride or what I praie yee Ione goe see And know the reason of the harmonie Ione Good woman let it not ostend you any whit For to deliuer vnto me the cause That in this vnusuall kinde of sort You passe the streetes with musicke so Maris Mistres or Madam what ere you be Wot you I am the Maior of Londons wife Who for I haue beene deliuered of a sonne Hauing not these doozen yeares had any before Now in my husbands yeare of Mairoltie Bringing him a goodly boye I passe vnto my house a maiden bride Which priuate pleasure touching godlinesse Shall here no waye I hope offend the good Queene You hope so gentle mistres do you indeed But doe not make it parcell of your creede Maris Alas I am vndone it is the Queene The proudest Queene that euer England knew Exeunt Maris omnes Quee. Come Gloster le ts to the court and reuel there Exeunt Glocester and the Queene Enter Meredith Dauid and Lluellen Dauid Soft is it not Meredeth I behold Lluel. All good all friends Meredeth see the man Must make vs great and raise Lluellens head Fight thou Lluellen for thy friend and thee Mer. Fight mauger fortune strong our battailes strong And beare thy foes before thy pointed launce Dauid Not too much prowesse good my lord at once Some talke of pollicie another while Mered. How comes my lims hurt at this assault Lluel. Hurt for our good Meredeth make account Sir Dauids wit is full of good deuise And kindlie will performe what he pretends Dauid Enough of this my Lord at once What will you that I holde the king in hand Or what shall I especiallie aduize Sitting in counsell with the English lordes That so my counsell may auaile my friends Lluel. Dauid if thou wilt best for me deuise Aduise my loue be rendered to my hand Tell them the Chaines that Mulciber erst made To tie Prometheus lims to Caucasus Nor furies phanges shal hold me long from her But I will haue her from the usurper tent My beautious Elinor if ought in this If in this case thy wit may boote thy friends Expres it then in this in nothing els Dauid I there 's a Carde that puts vs to our trumpe For might I see the starre of Leisters loines It were enough to darken and obscure This Edwards glorie fortune and his pride First hereof can I put you out of doubt Lord Mortimor of the king hath her in charge And honourablie intreates your Elinor Some thinkes he praies Lluellen were in heauen And thereby hopes to coache his loue on earth Lluel No where Lluellen mounts there Ellen flies Inspeakable are my thoughts for her Shee is not from me in death to be diuorst Dauid Go to it shall be so so shall it be Edward is full resolued of thy faith So are the English lords and Barons all Then what may let thee to intrude on them Some new found stratagem to feele their wit It is enough Meredeth take my weapons I am your prisoner say so at the least Go hence and when you parle on the walles Make shew of monstrous tirannie you intend To execute on me as on the man That shamefullie rebels gainst kin and kinde And least thou haue thy loue and make thy kinde With such conditions as shall best concerne Dauid must die say thou a shamefull death Edward perhaps with ruthe and pittie moou'd Will in exchange yeelde Elinor to thee And thou by me shalt gaine thy hearts desire Lluel. Sweetely aduized Dauid thou blessest me My brother Dauid lengthener of my life Friends gratulate to me my ioyfull hopes Exeunt Enter Longshankes Sussex and others Long. Why Barons suffer yee our foes to breathe Assault assault and charge them all amaine They feare they flie they faint they fight in vaine But where is gentle Dauid in his Den Loth were lenght but good should him betide Sound an Alarum On the walles enter Longshankes Sussex Mortimor Dauid the Friar Meredith holding Dauid by the collar with a Dagger in his hande Long. Where is the proude disturber of our state Traitor to Wailes and to his Soueraigne Lluel. Vsurper here I am what doost thou craue Lon. Welshman alleagance which thou owest thy king Lluel. Traitor no king that seekes thy countries sack The famous runnagate of Christendome Long. Ambitious rebell knowest thou what I am How great how famous and how fortunate And darst thou carie armes against me here Euen when thou shouldst do reuerence at my feete Yea feard and honourd in the farthest parts Hath Edward beene thy noble Henries sonne Traitor this sworde vnsheathd hath shined oft VVith reeking in the bloud of Sarazens When like to Perseus on his winged steede Brandishing bright the bloud of Adamant That aged Saturne gaue faire Maias sonne Conflicting tho with Gorgon in the vale Setting before the gates of Nazareth My horses hoofes I staind in Pagans gore Sending whole countries of heathen soules To Plutoes house this sworde this thirstie sworde Aimes at thy head and shall I hope ere long Gage and deuide thy bowels and thy bulke Disloiall villaine thou and what is more Lluel. Why Longshankes thinkst thou I will bee scarde with wordes No didst thou speake in thunder like to Ioue Or shouldst as Briareus shake at once A hundred bloudie swordes with bloudie hands I tell thee Longshankes here he faceth thee VVhome nought can daunt no not the stroke of death Resolu'd yee see but see the chance of warre Knowst thou a traitor and thou seest his head Then Longshankes looke this villaine in the face This Rebell he hath wrought his countries wrack Base rascall had and hated in his kinde Obiect of wrath and subiect of reuenge Long. Lluellen calst thou this the chance of warre Bad for vs all pardie but worse for him Courage sir Dauid kings thou knowst must die And noble mindes all
these curtesies and presents bestowed on her yong Son and greatly account you for our frends Exite 4 Barons The Queens Tent opens the King his brother the Earle of Gloster enter Elinor VVho talketh there Longsh. A friend Madam Ione Madam it is the King Elinor VVelcome my Lord hey ho what haue wee there Longsh. Madam the countrey in all kindnes and duty recommend their seruice and good will to your sonne and in token of their pure good will presents him by vs with a mantle of frize richlie lined to keepe him warm Q. Elinor A mantle of frize fie fie for Gods sake let me here no more of it and if you loue me fie my lorde is this the wisedome and kindnes of the countrey now I commend me to them all and if VVales haue no more witte or manners then to cloath a Kings sonne in frize I haue a mantle in store for my boie that shall I trowe make him shine like the sonne and presume the streetes where he comes Longsh. In good time Madam he is your own lappe him as you list but I promise thee Nell I would not for tenne thousand pounds the countrey should take vnkindnes at thy wordes Q. Elinor T is no maruaile sure you haue beene roially receaued at their handes no Ned but that thy Nell doth want of her will her boie should glister like the Sommers Sunne in robes as rich as Ioue when hee triumphes His pappe should be of precious Nectar made His food Ambrosia no earthlie womans milke Sweete fires of Sinamon to open him by The Graces on his craddle should attend Venus should make his bed and waite on him And Phebus daughter sing him still a sleepe Thus would I haue my boie vsed as deuine Because he is king Edwardes sonne and mine And doe you meane to make him vp in frize For God sake laie it vp charilie and perfume it against winter it will make him a goodly warme Christemas coate Longsh. Ah Mun my brother dearer then my life How this proude honor slaies my heart with griefe Sweete Queene how much I pittie the effects This Spanish pride grees not with Englands prince Milde is the mind where honor builds his bowre And yet is earthlie honor but a flowre Fast to those lookes are all my fancies tide Pleasde with thy sweetnes angry with thy pride Qu. Eli. Fie fie me thinkes I am not where I shoulde bee Or at the least I am not where I would be Longsh. VVat wants my Queene to perfecte her content But aske and haue the King will not repent Qu. Eli. Thankes gentle Edward lordes haue at you then Haue at you all long bearded Englishmen Haue at you lords and ladies when I craue To giue your English pride a Spanish braue Longsh. VVhat meanes my Queene Gloster this is a Spanish fitte Qu. Eli. Ned thou hast graunted and canst not reuoke it Longsh. Sweete Queene saie on my worde shall bee my deede Qu. Elinor Then shal my wordes make many a bosom bleede Reede Ned thy Queenes request lapt vp in rime And saie thy Nell had skil to choose her time Read the paper Rice The pride of Englishmens long haire Is more then Englands Queene can beare VVomens right breast cut them off al And let the great tree perish with the small Longsh. VVhat meanes my louelie Elinor by this Qu. Elinor Not be denide for my request it is The rime is that mens beards and womens breasts bee cutte off c. D. Edmund Gloster an olde said saying he that grants all is askt Is much harder then Hercules taske Glost. VVere the King so mad as the Queen is wood Here were an end of Englands good Long. My word is pall I am well agreede Let mens beards milt and womens bosomes bleed Call foorth my Barbers Lords wee le first beginne Enter two Barbers Come sirra cutte me close vnto the chinne And round me euen seest thou by a dishe Leaue not a looke my Queene shall haue her wishe Qu. Eli. VVhat Ned those locks that euer pleasd thy VVere her desire where her delight doth dwell Nel VVilt thou deface that siluer laborinth More orient then pimpilde Hyancinth Sweete Ned thy sacred person ought not droupe Though my command make other gallants stoupe Longsh. Madam pardon me and pardon all No iustice but the great runnes with the small Tell me good Gloster art thou not affeard Gloster No my Lord but resolude to lose my bearde Longsh. Now Madam if you purpose to proceede To make so many guiltles Ladies bleede Here must the law begin sweete Elinor at thy breast And strech it selfe with violence to the rest False Princes ought no other doe Faire ladie then they would be done vnto Qu. Eli. VVhat logick cal you this doth Edward mock his loue Longsh. No Nell he doth as best in honor doth behoue And praies thee gentle Queene and let my praies moue Leaue these vngentle thoughts put on a milder mind Sweet lookes not loftie ciuil mood becomes a womans kinde And liue as being dead and buried in the ground Thou maist for affability and honor be renownde Qu. Elia. Naie and you preach I pray my lord begon The childe will crie and trouble you anon The Nurse closeth the Tent Quo semel est imbutarecens seruabit odorem Testa din. L. Maris Proud incest in the craddle of disdaine Bred vp in court of pride brought vp in Spaine Doest thou command him coily from thy sight That is the starre the glorie of thy sight Longsh. O could I with the riches of my crowne Buy better thoughts for my renowmed Nel Thy minde sweete Queen should be as beautifull As is thy face as is thy features all Fraught with pure honor treasure and enricht VVith vertues and glorie incomparable Ladies about her Maiestie se that the Queen your mother know not so much but at any hand our pleasure is that our young sonne be in this Mantle borne to his Christening for speciall reasons is thereto mouing from the Church as best it please your womens wittes to deuise yet sweete Ione see this faithfullie perfourmed and heare you daughter looke you be not last vp when this day coms least Gloster find another Bride in your steed Dauid goe with me Gloste Shee riseth earelie Ione that beguileth thee of a Gloster Edmund beleeue him not sweete Neece wemen can speake smooth for aduantage Ione VVe men doe you mean my good vnckle VVell be the accent where it will women are women I will beleeue you for as great a matter as this comes to my lord Glost. Gramercies sweet ladie habebis fidei mercedem contrà Exit Enter the Nouice and his company to giue the Queene Musicke at her Tent Nouice Come fellowes cast your selues euen round in a string a ring I would say come merelie on my word for the Queene is most liberall and if you will please her well shee wil paie you roially so lawful to braue wel thy Brittishe lustilie to solace our good Queene
for custom towards the maintenance of his highnes wars the halfe of al such golde siluer money and money worth a the saide messenger hath then about him but if he conceal anie part or parcel of the same then shall he forfaite all that he possesseth at that present and this sentence is irreuocable confirmed by our Lord Lluellen Prince of Wales and Robin Hood of the great mountaines Lluellen So vaile your budgettes to Robin of the mountaine but what art thou that disdainest to paie this custōe as if thou scornest the greatnes of the prince of Wales Longsh. Faith Robin thou seemest to be a good fellow there 's my bagge halfe is mine and halfe is thine but le ts to it if thou darst man for man to trie who shall haue the whole Lluellen Why thou speakest as thou shouldst speak My maisters on pain of my displeasure depart the place and leaue vs two to our selues I must lope his Longshankes for I le eare to a paire of Longshankes Longsh. They are faire markes sir and I must defende as I may Dauid be gone hold here my hearts long legs giues you this amongst you to spend blows one with an other Dauie now Dauie daies are almost come at ende Mortim. But Mortimor this sight is strange staye thou in some corner to see what wil befal in this battaile Edward Now Robin of the wood alias Robin Hood be it knowen to your worship by these presents that the Longshankes which you aime at haue brought the king of England into these mountaines to vse Lluellen and to cracke a blade with his man that supposeth himselfe Prince of Wales Lluellen What Sir King welcome to Cambrias what foolish Edward darst thou endanger thy life to trauail these mountaines art thou so foolish hardie as to combate with the Prince of Wales Edward What I dare thou seest what I can performe thou shalt shortlie knowe I thinke thee a Gentleman and therefore holde no scorne to fight with thee Lluellen No Edward I am as good a man as thy selfe Longsh. That shall I trie They fight and Dauid takes his brothers part and Mortimor the Kings Edward Halloe Edward how are thy sences confounded what Dauy is it possible thou shouldest be false to England Dauy Edward I am true to Wales and so haue beene frendes since my birth and that shal the King of England know to his cost Lluellen What Potter did not I charge you to begon with your fellowes Mortimor No Traitor no Potter I but Mortimor the Earle of March whose comming to these woods is to deceiue thee of thy loue and reserued to saue my soueraignes life Dauid Vppon them brother let them not breath The King hath Lluellen downe and Dauid hath Mortimor downe Longsh. Villaine thou diest God and my right hath preuailed Dauid Base Earle now doth Dauid triumph in thine ouer throw aie is me Lluellen at the feet of Longshanks Longsh. What Mortimor vnder the sword of such a Traitor Mortimor Braue King run thy sword vp to the hiltes into the bloud of the rebell Longsh. O Mortimor thy life is dearer to me then millions of rebels Dauid Edward relieue my brother and Mortimor liues Longsh. I villaine thou knowest too wel how deare I holde my Mortimor rise man and assure thee and the hate I beare to thee is long in respect of the deadly hatred I beare to that notorious rebell Mortimor Awaie his sight to me is like the sight of a Cockeatrice villaine I goe to reuenge me on thy treason and to make thee patterne to the world of mountains treason falsehood and ingratitude Exit Mortimor Dauid Brother a chafes but hard was your hap to be ouermastered by the coward Lluellen No coward Dauid his courage is like to the Lion and were it not that rule and soueraigntie sets vs at iarre I could loue and honor the man for his valour Dauid But the Potter oh the villaine will neuer out of my minde whilst I liue and I wil late to be reuenged on his villanie Lluellen Wel Dauid what wil be shall be therefore casting these matters out of our heads Dauid thou art welcome to Cambria let vs in and bee merrie after this colde cooling and to prepare to strengthen our selues against the last threatnings Exeunt ambo After the Christening and marriage done the Harrolds hauing attended they passe ouer the bride is led by two Noble men Edmund of Lancaster and the Earle of Sussex and the Bishop Gloster Welcome Ione Countesse of Gloster to Gilbert de Clare for euer God giue them ioie cosin Gloster let vs now goe visite the King and Queen and present ther Maiesties with their yong sonne Edward Prince of Wales Then all passe in their order to the kings pauilion the king sits in his Tent with his pages about him Bishop Wee represent your highnes most humblie with your young sonne Edward of Carnaruan Prince of Wales Sound Trumpets Omnes God saue Edward of Carnaruan prince of Wales Longsh. kisses them both Edward Prince of Wales God blesse thee with long life and honor welcom Ione countesse of Gloster God blesse thee and thine for euer lords let vs visite my Queene and wife whome we wil at once present with a Son and daughter honored to her desire Sound Trumpets they all march to the Chamber Bishop speakes to her in her bed Wee humblie present your Maiestie with your yong sonne Edward of Carnaruan Prince of VVales Sound Trumpets Omnes God saue Edward of Carnaruan prince of wales Queen Elinor shee kisses him Gramercis Bishop holde take that to buie thee a Rochell welcome VVelshman here Nurse open him and haue him to the fire for God sake they haue rouzed him and wash them throughe and that bee good and welcome Ione Countesse of Gloster God blesse thee with long life honor and hearts ease I am nowe as good as my word Gloster shee is thine make much of her gentle Earle Longsh. Now my sweete Nell what more commandeth my Queene that nothing may want to perfect her contentment Q Eli. Nothing sweet Ned but pray my king to feaste the Lords and ladies roiallie and thankes a thousand times good men and women to you all for this duetie and honor done to your Prince Longsh. Maister Bridegroome by olde custome this is your waiting daie Sir Dauid you may commaund an ample welcome in our court for your cuntreymen brother Edmund reuell it now or neuer for honour of your Englands sonne Gloster now like a braue Bridegrome marshall this manie and set these Lords and Ladies to dancing so shall you fulfil the olde English prouerbe us merrie in Hall when beardes wag all After the showe and the King and Queen with all the lordes and ladies in place Longshanks speaketh What tidings bringes Versses to our court Enter in Versses with a halter about his necke Versses Tidinges to make thee tremble Englishe king Longsh. Me tremble boie must not bee newes from Scotland can once make
That if his wings grow flig they may be clipt Enter the Potter and the Potters wife called the Potters his dwelling there and Iohn her man Potterswife Iohn come awaie you goe as though you slept a great knaue and be afraide of a little thundering and lightning Iohn Call you this a little thundering I am sure my breeches findes it a great deale for I am sure they are stufte with thunder Potterswife They are stufte with a foole are they not will it please you to carrie the lantern a little handsommer and not to carrie it with your handes in your slops Iohn Slops quoth you woulde I had taried at home by the fire and then I should not haue neede to put my hands in my pockets but I le lâ—e my life I know the reason of this towle weather Potâ—wife Doe you know the reason I praie thee Iohn tel me and let me heare this reason Iohn I lâ—e my life sonâ—e of your Gossipse be cros legâ— that we came from but you are wise mistres for you â—om now awâ— and wilâ— no 〈◊〉 a gossiping in a drie house all night Potterswife Would it please you to walke and leaue of your knauerie but st◠〈◊〉 what 's that riseth out of the ground Iesus blesse vs Iohn look how it riseth higher and higher Iohn Be my troth mistres t is a woman good Lord do women grâ— I neuer saw none grow before Poâ—swife Hold thy tongue thou foolish knaue it is the spirite of some woman Queene Ha let me see where am I on Charing green I o◠〈◊〉 greene here hâ—rd by Westminster where I was crowned and Edward there made King I t is true so it is and therefore Edward kisse not me vnlesse you will straight perfume your lips Edward Potterswife Ora pro nobis Iohn I praie â—ll to your prayers for my life it is the Queene that chases thus who sâ—cke this daâ—e on Charing greene and now is risen vp on Potters Hiue and therfore truâ—e 〈◊〉 I le go to her Here let the Potterswife goe to the Queen Queene Welcome good woman what place is this sea or land I pray shew to me Potterswife Your Grace neede not to feare you are on firme ground it is the Potters Hiue and therfoere cheare your Maiestie for I wil see you safe conducted to the Court if case your highnes be therewithall pleased Make a noise Westward how Queene I good woman conduct me to the court that there I maie bewaile my sinfull life and call to God to saue my wretched soule won aÌ„ what noise is this I hear Potterswife And like your Grace it is the Watermen that cals for passengers to goe VVestward now Queene That fits my turne for I will straight with them to Kinges towne to the Court and there repose me till the king come home and therefore sweete woman conceale what thou hast seene and leade mee to those Watermen for here doth Elinor droupe Iohn Come come here 's a goodly leading of you is ther not first you must make vs afeard and now I must bee troubled in carrying of you I would you were honestly laid in your bed so that I were not troubled with you Exeunt ambo Enter two messengers the one that Dauid shall be hangd the other of the Queenes sincking 1. Mrs Honor and Fortune waite vppon the Crowne Of Princelie Edward Englands valiant king Edward Thanks Messenger and if my God vouchsafe That winged Honor waite vppon my throne I le make her 〈◊〉 her plumbes vppon their heads Whose true allegeance doth confirme the Crowne What news in Wales how wends our busines there 2 Messeng The false disturber of that wasted soile VVith his adherents is surprised my King And in assurance he shall start no more Breathles he lies and headles to my Lordes The circumstance these lines shal here vnfold Edward A harmfull weede by wisedome rooted out Can neuer hurt the true ingrafted plant But what 's the newes Sir Thomas Spencer bringes Spenc. Wonders my Lord wrapt vp in homely words And Letters to informe your Maiestie Edw. O Heauens what maie these miracles portend Nobles my Queene is sicke but what is more Reed brother Edmund reede a wondrous chancâ— Edmund reedes a â—ine of the Queens sincking Edmund And â—not heard for red so strange a thing Edward Sweete Queene this sincking is a surfet tane Of pride wherewith thy womans mans heart did swell A dangerous maladie in the heart to dwell Lords march we towards London now in hast I will goe see my loue Elinor And comfort her after this strange affright And where she is importune to haue talke And secret conference with some Friers of France Mun thou with me and I with thee will goe And take the swete confession of my Nell We will haue French enough to parlee with the Queeâ— Edmund Might I aduise your royall maiestie I would not goe for millions of golde What â—nowes your grace disguised if you wend What you may heare in secrecy reuealde That maie appeale and discontent your highnes A goodly creature is your Elinor Brought vp in nicenesse and in delicacie Then listen not to her confession Lord To wound thy heart with some vnkinde conceite But as for Lancaster he maie not goe K. Edrard. brother I am resolude and goe I willâ— If God giue life and cheare my dying Queene Why Mun why man what ere King Edward heates It lies in God and him to pardon all I le haue no ghostlie Fathers out of France England hath learned Clarkes and Confessors To comfort and absolue as man may doe And I le be ghostlie Father for this once Edmund Edmund thou maist not goe although thou diâ— And yet how maist thou here thy King denie Edward is gratious merciful meeke and milde But 〈◊〉 when he findes he is beguilde Edward Messenger hie thee backe to Shrewsbury Bid Mortimor thy maister speede him fast And with his fortune welcome vs to London I long to see my beauteous louelie Queene Exeunt omnes Enter Dauid drawne on a hurdle with Mortimor and officers accompanied with the Frier the Nouice the Harper and Lluellens head on a speare Frier On afore on afore Nouice Hold vp your torches for dropping Frier A faire procession Sir Dauid be of good chear you cannot goe out of the waie hauing so manie guides at hand Nouice Be sure of that for we goe all the high way to the Gallowes I warrant you Dauid I goe where my starre leads me and die in my countreis iust cause and quarrell Harper The Starre that twinckled at thy birth Good brother mine hath mard thy mirth An o'de saide â—aw Earth must to earth Next yeare will be a pitteous death Of Hempe I dare laie a pennie This yeare is hangde so many Frier Well saide Morgan Pigot Harper and Prophet for the Kinges one mouth Nouice Tunda tedo tedo dote dum this is the daie thâ— time is come Morgan Pigots prophecie and Lord Lluellens Tragedie Frier Who saith
the Prophet is an Asse whose prophecies come so to paile Said he not oft and sung it to Lluellen after much adoe Should in spite heaue vp his chin and be the highest of his kinne And see aloft Lluellens head Empalled with a crowne of lead My Lord let not this South-faire lacke That hath such cunning in his iacke Harper Dauid holde still your clacke Least your heeles make your neâ— cracke Frier Gentle Prophet and yee loue me for speâ— me not t is the worst â—ke in the world to sturre a wirche or anger a wise man maister unlesse haue wee anie nast best giue my horses some more â—aie Exeunt omnes Elinor in child-bed with her daughter Ione and other Ladies Qu. Eli. Cal forth those renowmed Friers come from France And raise me gentle Ladies in my bed That while this faultring engine of my speach I leane to vtter my concealed guilt I maie respect and so repent my sinnes Ione VVhat plague atracts your roiall Maiestie Qu. Eli. Ah Ione I perish through a double warres First in this painfull prison of my soule A world of dreadfull sins holpe thee to sight And Nature hauing lost her working power Yeeldes vp her earthlie Fortunes vnto death Next ouer VVar my soule is ouer preast In thee my Conscience loaden with misdeedes Sittes seeing my Conscience to ensue VVithout especiall fauour from aboue Ione Your Grace must account it a warriors crosse To make resist where daunger there is none Superdewe your Feuer by precious Art And helpe you still through hope of heauenlie aide Qu. Eli. The carelesse sleepe rule on the mountaines toppes That see the Sea-man floating on the swerge The threatning windes comes springing with the flouds To ouerwhelme and drowne his craised keele His tackes torne his sailes borne ouer boarde How pale like Vallowe flowres the mountaine standes Vppon his hatches waiting for his iearke Wringing his hands that ought to plaie the pompe Maie blaâ—e his feare that laboreth not for life So thou poore soule maie tell a seruile tale Maie councell me but I that prooue thy paine Maie heare thee talke but not redresse my harme But ghastlie death alreadie is addrest To gleane the latest blossome of my life My spirite failes me are these Friers come Enter the King and his brother in Friers weeds King Dominus vobiscum Edmund Et cum spiritu tuo Qu. Elinor Draw neare graue Fathers and approche my bed Forbeare our presence Ladies for a while And leaue vs to our secret conference King What cause hath moued your roiall Maiestie To call your seruaunts from their countreis bounds For to attend your pleasure here in Englands court Qu. Eli. See you not holie Friers mine estate My bodie weake inclining to my graue Edm. We see and sorrow for thy paine faire Queene Qu. Eli. By this eternall signes of my defectes Friers consecrate mine ineternall griefe My soule ah wretched soule within this brest Faint for to mount the Heauens with wings of grace A hundred by flocking troupes of sinne That stop my passage to my wished howres King The nearer Elinor so the greatest hope of health And daine to vs for to impart your quiet VVho by our praiers and counsaile ought to arme Aspiring soules to scale the heauenly grace Qu. Eli. Shame and remorse doth stop my course of speach King Madam you need not dread our conference VVho by the order of the holy Church Are all annoynted to sacred secrecie Qu. Eli. Did I not thinkeâ— naie were I not assured Your wisedomes would be silent in that cause No feare could make me to bewraie my selfe â—ue gentle fathers I haue thought it good Not to relie vppon these Englishmen But on your trothes you holy men of Fraunce Then as you loue your life and Englands weale Keepe secret my Confession from the king For why my storie nearelie toucheth him Whose loue compared with my losse delights With manie sorrowes that my heart affrights Edmund My heart misgiues King Be silent follow Frier Qu. Eli. In pride of youth when I was yong and faire And gracious in the king of Englands sight The daie before that night his Highnes should Possesse the pleasure of my wedlockes bed Caitife accursed monster as I was His brother Edmund beautifull and young Vppon my bridall couch by my concent Enioies the flowre and fauour of my loue The King be holdeth his brother wofully And I becam a Traitresse to my Lord King Facinus scelus in fandum nefas Edm. Madam through sickenes weakenes and your wittes t were verie good to bethinke yourselfe before you speake Qu. Eli. Good father not so weake but that I woe My heat doth rent to thinke vpon the time But whie exclaimes this holie Frier so Oh praie then for my faults religious man King T is charitie in men of my degree To sorrow for our neighbours hainous sinnes And Madam though some promise loue to you And zeale to Edmund brother to the King I praie the Heauens you both maie soone repent But might it please your Highnes to proceede Vnto this sinne a worser doth succeede Qu. Eli. For Ione of Acon the supposed child And daughter of my Lord the English King Is baselie borne begotten of a Frier Such time as I was their anued in Fraunce His one lie true and lawfull sonne my frendes He is my hope his sonne that should succeed Is Edward of Carnaruan latelie borne Now all the scruples of my troubled minde I sighing sound within your reuerent eares Oh praie for pittie praie for I must die Remitte my God the follie of my youth My groaned spirites attends thy mercies seate Queene Elinor dies Fathers farewell commend me to my King Commend me to my children and my friends And close mine eies for death will haue his due King Blushing I shut theie thine inticing lampes The wanton baites that make me sucke my bane Pirpus hardned flames did neuer reflect More hidious flames then from my brest arise VVhat fault more vilde vnto thy dearest Lord Our daughter base begotten of a Priest And Ned my brother partner of my loue Oh that those eies that lightned Cesars braine Oh that those lookes that mastered Phucebus brand Or else those lookes that staine Melisaes farre Should shrine discreet desire and lawles lust Vnhappie King dishonored in thy stocke Hence faigned weedes vnfaigned is my griefe Edm. Dread Prince my brother if my vowes auaile I call to witnes Heauen in my behalfe If zealous praier might driue you from suspect I bend my knees and humblie craue this boone That you will driue misdeedes out of your minde Maie neuer good betide my life my Lord If once I dreamde vppon this damned deede But my deceased sister and your Queene Afflicted with recurelesse maladies Impatient of her paine grew lunatick Discouering errors neuer dreamde vppon To proue this true the greatest men of all Within their learned volumes doe discord That all extreames and aland in naught but extremes Then thinke oh King her agonie
recure their wounds And whilst this auncient Standard bearer liues He shall haue fortie pound of yeerely fee And be my Beadsman father if you please Longsh. Madam I tell you England neuer bred A better souldier then your Beadsman is And that the Souldan and his Armie felt Edmund Out of the dutchie of riche Lancaster To finde soft bedding for their bruzed bones Duke Edmund giues three thousand pounds Longsh. Gramercies brother Edmund Happie is England vnder Edwards raigne When men are had so highly in regarde That Nobles striue who shall remunerate The souldiers resolution with regarde My Lord of Glocester what is your beneuolence Glocest. A thousand markes and please your Maiestie Longsh. And yours my lord of Sussex Sussex Fiue hundred pound and please your maiestie Long. What say you sir Dauid of Brecknock Dauid To a souldier sir Dauid cannot be too liberall Yet that I may giue no more then a poore knight is able And not presume as a mightie Earle I giue my Lord foure hundred foure score And nineteene poundes And so my lord of Sussex I am behind you an ace Sussex And yet sir Dauid ye aumble after apace Lon. Wel said Da thou couldst not be a Camber Britain If thou didst not loue a souldier with thy hart Let me see how is my Arithmeticke wil serue To totall the particulars Qu. Eli. Why my lord I hope you meane I shal be a benefactor to my fellow souldiers Longshankes And wel said Nell What wilt thou I set downe for thee Q. El. Nay my lord I am of age to set it down for my self You will alowe what I do will you not Longsh. That I will Maddam Were it to the value of my kingdome Qu. Elin. What is the summe my lord Longshankes 10000 pounds my Nell Qu. Eli. Then Elinor bethinke thee of a gift worthie the king of Englandes wife and the king of Spaines daughter and giue such a largis that the Chronicles of this land may crake with record of thy liberalitie Parturient montes nascitur ridiculus mus shee makes a Cipher There my lord neither one two nor three But a poore Cipher in Agrum to inrich good fellowes And compound their figure in their kinde Longsh Madam I commend your composition An argument of your honourable disposition Sweete Nell thou shouldst not be thy selfe Did not with thy mounting minde Thy gift surmount the rest Gloce. Cal you this Ridiculus mus mary sir this mouse Would make a foule hole in a faire Cheese T is but a Cipher in Agrum And it hath made of 10000 pounds 100000 pounds Edmund A princely gift and worthy memorie Clocester My gratious Lord as erst I was assignde Lieutenant to his Maiestie Here render I vp the crowne left in charge with me By your princely father king Menrie Who on his death bed still did call for you And dying wild to you the Diadem Longshankes Thankes worthie Lordes And seeing by doome of heauens it is decreed And lawful line of our succession Vnworthy Edward is become your king We take it as a blessing from on hie And wil our Coronation be solemnized Vpon the 14. of December next Qu. Eli. Vpon the 14. of December next Alas my Lord the time is all too short And sudden for so great solemnitie A yeare were scarse enough to set a worke Tailers Imbroderes and men of rare deuice For preparation of so great estate Trust me sweete Ned hardlie shal I bethinke me In twentie weekes what fashion robes to weare I pray thee then deferre it till the spring That we may haue our garments point deuice I meane to send for Tailers into Spaine That shall confer of some fantastickt sutes With those that be our conningst Englishmen What let me braue it now or neuer Ned Long. Madam content ye would that were greatest care You shall haue garments to your harts desire I neuer red but Englishmen exceld For change of rare deuises euery way Q. Eli. Yet pray thee Ned my loue my lord and king My fellow souldier and compeere in armes Do so much honour to thy Elinor To weare a sute that thee shall giue thy grace Of he one cost and workmanship perhaps Q. Mot. T wil come by leasurs daughter then I feare Th' art too fine fingard to be quick at worke Long. Twixt vs a greater matter breakes no square So it be such my Nell as may beseem The maiestie and greatnes of a king And now my Lords and louing friends Follow your Generall to the court After his trauels to repose him then There to recount with pleasure what is past Of warres alarums showres and sharpest stormes Exeunt all sauing the Queene and her daughter Q. Eli. Now Elinor now Englands louely Queene Bethinke thee of the greatnes of thy state And how to beare thy selfe with roialtie Aboue the other Queenes of Christendome That Spaine reaping renowne by Elinor And Elinor adding renowne to Spaine Britaine may her magnificence admire I tell thee Ione what time our highness sits Vnder our royall Canopie of state Glistering with pendants of the purest gold Like as our seate were spangled all with stars The world shall wonder at our maiestie As if the daughter of eternall Ops Turnd to the likenes of Vermilion fumes Where from her cloudie wombe the Centaures lept VVere in her royall seate inthronized Ione Madam if Ione thy daughter may aduise Let not your honour make your manners change The people of this land are men of warre The women courteous milde and debonaire Laying their liues at princes feete That gouernes with familiar maiestie But if their soueraignes once gin swell with pride Disdaning commons loue which is the strength And surenes of the richest common welth That Prince were better liue a priuate life Then rule with tirannie and discontent Q. Eli. Indeed we count them headstrong Englishmen But we shall hold them in a Spanish yoake And make them know their Lord and soueraigne Come daughter let vs home for to prouide For all the cunning work-men of this I le In our great chamber shall bee set a worke And in my hall shall bountifully feede My King like Phoebus bridegroome like shall marche With louely Xheeis to her grassie bed And all the lookers on shall stand amazde To see King Edward and his louely Queene Sit louely in Englands stately throne Exeunt Ambo Enter Lluellen alias Prince of Wales Rice ap Meredeth Owen ap Rice with swordes and bucklers and freese Ierkins Llu. Come Rice and rouse thee for thy countries good Followe the man that meanes to make you great Follow Lluellen rightfull prince of VVales Sprong from the loines of great Cadwallader Discended from the loines of Troian Brute And though the traiterous Saxons Normans Danes Haue spent the true Romans of glorious Troy Within the westerne mountaines of this I le Yet haue we hope to clime these stonie pales VVhen Londoners as Romains earst amazde Shall trembling crie Lluellens at the gate T' accomplish this
Palestine safe by his English Lords Receiued in triumphes like an earthly God He liues to weare his fathers Diadem And sway the sworde of brittish Albion But Elinor thy Elinor Lluellen And what of her Hath amorous Neptune gazd vpon my loue And stopt her passage with his forked mace Or that I rather feare O deadly feare Enamoured Nereus dooth he withhold my Elinor Guenther Nor Neptune Nereus nor other God Withholdeth from my gratious lord his loue But cruell Edward that iniurious king Withholds thy liefest louely Elmor Taking in a Pinnasse on the narrow seas By foure tall ships of Bristowe and with her Lord Emerick her vnhappie noble brother As from Mont argis hetherward they saild This say in breefe these letters tell at large Lluellen reades his brother Dauids letters Lluel Is Longshankes then so lustie now become Is my faire loue my beautious Elinor tane Villaine damnde villaines not to guard her safe Or fence her sacred person from her foes Sunne couldst thou shine and see my loue beset And didst not clothe thy cloudes in fierie coates Ore all the heauens with winged sulphure flames As when the beames like mounted combatants Battaild with Pyetion in the fallowed laies But if kinde Cambria deigne me good aspect To make me cheefest brute of westerne Wales I le short that gainlegd Longshanke by the top And make his flesh my murthering fawchions foode To armes true Britaine 's sprong of Troians seede And with your swordes write in the booke of Time Your Brittish names in Characters of bloud Owen ap Rice while we staie for further force Prepare awaie in poste and take with thee A hundred chosen of thy countrimen And scowre the marches with your Welshmens hookes That Englishmen may thinke the diuell is come Rice shall remaine with me make thou thy boade In resolution to reuenge these wronges With bloud of thousands guiltlesse of this rage Flie thou on them amaine Edward my loue Be thy liues bane Follow me countrimen VVords make no waie my Elinor is surprizd Robd am I of the comfort of my life And know I this and am not veng'd on him Exit Lluellen and the other lords Manet the Friar and Nouice Friar Come boie we must buckle I see The prince is of my profession right Rather than he wil lose his wenche He will fight Ab ouo vsque ad mala Nouice O maister doubt you not but your Nouice will prooue a whot shot with a bottle of Metheglin Exeunt ere the wenche fall into a Welsh song and the Friar aunswer and the Nouice betweene Enter the nine lordes of Scotland with their nine pages Gloster Sussex king Edward in his sute of Glasse Queene Elinor Queene Mother the King and Queene vnder a Canopie Iong. Nobles of Scotland we thanke you all For this daies gentle princelie seruice done To Edward Englands king and Scotlands lord Our Coronations due sollennitie Is ended with applause of all estates Now then let vs appose and rest vs heere But speciallie we thanke you gentle lords That you so well haue gouerned your greefes As being growne vnto a age all iarre You choose king Edward by your Messengers To calme to qualifie and to compound Thanke Britains strife of Scotlands climing peeres I haue no doubt faire lords but you well wot How factions waste the ritchest Commonwealth And discord spoiles the seates of mightie kings The Barons warres a tragicke wicked warre Nobles how hath it shaken Englands strength Industriouslie it seemes to me you haue Loiallie ventured to preuent this shock For which sith you haue chosen me your iudge My lord wil you stand to what I shall award Baliol. Victorious Edward to whom the Scottish kings Owe homage as their lorde and soueraigne Amongst vs nine is but one lawfull king But might we all be iudges in the case Then should in Scotland be nine kings at once And this contention neuer set or limited To staie these iarres we iointlie make appeale To thy imperiall throne who knowes our claimes We stand not on our titles before your grace But do submit our selues to your awarde And whome your Maiestie shall name to be our king To him wee le yeeld obedience as a king Thus willinglie and of their owne accorde Doth Scotland make great Englands king their iudge Lorg. Then nobles since you all agree in one That for a crowne so disagree in all Since what I do shall rest irreuocable And louelie England to thy louely Queene Louelie Queene Elinor vnto her turne thy eye Whose honor cannot but loue thee wel Holde vp your hands in sight with generall voice That are content to stand to our award They all holde vp their handes and say he shall Deliuer me the golden Diadem Loe here I holde the goale for which ye striued And heere behold my worthie men at armes For chiualrie and worthie wisdomes praise Worthie each one to weare a Diadem Expect my doome as erst at I da hilles The Goddesses deuine waited the award Of Danaes sonne Balioll stand farthest forth Baliol behold I giue thee the Scottish crowne Weare it with heart and with thankfulnes Sound Trumpets and say all after me God saue king Baliol the Scottish king The Trumpets sounds all crie aloud God saue King Baliol the Scottish king Thus lords though you require no reason why According to the conscience in the cause I make Iohn Balioll your anointed king Honor and loue him as behooues him best That is in peace of Scotlands crowne possest Baliol. Thankes roiall England for thy honor doone This iustice that hath calmd our ciuell strife Shall now be ceast with honourable loue So mooued of remorce and pittie We will erect a colledge of my name In Oxford will I build for memorie Of Baliols bountie and his gratitude And let me happie daies no longer see Then heere to England loyall I shall bee Elinor Now braue Iohn Balioll Lord of Gallaway And king of Scots shine with thy goulden head Shake thy speres in honour of his name Vnder whose roialtie thou wearst the same Queene Elinors speeche The welken spangled through with goulden spots Reflects no finer in a frostie night Then louely Longshankes in his Elinors eye So Ned thy Nell in euery part of thee Thy person 's garded with a troope of Queenes And euery Queene as braue as Elinor Giue glorie to these glorious christall quarries Where euery robe an obiect entertaines Of riche deuice and princelie maiestie Thus like Narcissus diuing in the deepe I die in honour and in Englands armes And if I drowne it is in my delight Whose companie is cheefest life in death From foorth whose currall lips I suck the sweete VVherewith are daintie Cupids candles made Then liue or die braue Ned or sinke or swim An earthlie blisse it is to looke on him On thee sweete Ned it shall become thy Nell Bounteous to be vnto the beauteous Ore prie the palmes sweete fountaines of my blisse And I will stand on tiptoe for a kisse
the Bride Careles of chance I le recke no sowre euent Englands broad wombe hath not that armed band That can expel Lluellen from his land Enter Dauid Flie Lord of Cambria flie Prince of VVales Sweete brother flie the field is wonne and lost Thou art beset with Englands furious troupes And cursed Mortimor like a Lion leades Our men haue got the Bridg but al in vaine The English men are come vppon our backes Either flee or die for Edward hath the day For me I haue my rescue in my hand England on me no torments shal inflict Farewell Lluellen while wee meete in Heauen Exit Dauid Enter Souldiers Follow pursue lie there what ere thou be Lluellen is slaine with a Pike staffe Yet soft my hearts let vs his coutenance see This is the Prince I know him by his face O gracious fortune that me happie made To spoile the weede that chokes faire Cambria Hale him from hence and in this buskie wood Bury his corps but for his head I vowed I will present our gouernour with the same Exeunt omnes Enter the Frier with a halter about his necke Frier Come my gentle Richard my trew master seruant that in some stormes haue stood my maister hang thee I praie thee least I hang for thee and downe on thy mary bones like a foolish fellow that haue gone farre astray and aske forgiuenes of God and king Edward for playing the rachell and the Rebel here in Wales ah gentle Richard many a whot breakefast haue wee beene at together now since like one of Mars his frozen knights I must hang vp my weapon vppon this tree and come per misericordiam to the madde Potter Mortimor wring thy handes Frier and sing a pittiful farewell to thy pike-staffe at parting The Frier hauing song his farewell to his Pikestaffe a takes his leaue of Cambria and Exit the Frier Enter Mortimor with his souldiers and Elinor Mortimor Binde fast the Traitor and bring him awaie that the law maie iustly passe vppon him and receaue the reward of monstruous treasons and villanye staine to the name and honor of his noble countrey for you that slew Lluellen and presented vs with his heade the King shall reward your fortune and chiualry Sweet Ladie abate not thy lookes so heauenlie to the earth God and the King of England hath honor for thee in store and Mortimors heart at seruice and at thy commaundement Elinor Thankes gentle Lord but alas who can blame Elinor to accuse her starres that in one howre hath loste honor and contentment Mort. And in one howr may your Ladishippe recouer both if you vouchsafe so be aduised by your friendes but what makes the Frier here vpon his mary bones Frier O Potter Potter the Frier doth sue Now his olde maister is slaine and gone to haue anew Elinor Ah sweet Lluellen how thy death I rue Mortimor Well saide Frier better once then neuer giue me thy hand my cunning shall faile me but we will be fellowes yet and now Robin Hood is gone it shall cost me whot water but thou shalt be King Edwards man only I enioyne thee this come not too neare the Frier but good Frier be at my hand Frier O sirre no sirre not so sirre a was warned too latelie none of that flesh I loue Mortimor Come on and for those that haue made their submission and giuen their names in the Kinges name I pronounce their pardones and so God saue K. Edward Exeunt ambo from Wales Heres thunder and lightning when the Queen comes in Enter Queene Elinor and Ione Q Eli. Whie Ione is this the welcome that the clouds affordes how dare these disturbe our thoughts knowing that I am Edwardes wife and Englands Queen here thus on Charing greene to threaten me Ione Ah mother blaspheme not so your blaspheming and other wicked deeds hath caused our God to terrifie your thoughts and call to minde your sinfull fact committed against the Maris here of louely London and better Maris London neuer bread so full of ruth and pitty to the poore her haue you made awaie that London cries for vengeance on your head Queene I rid her not I made her not awaie by heauen I sweare Traitors they are to Edward and to Englandes Queene that saie I made awaie the Maris Ione Take heede sweet Lady mother sweare not so a field of prise corne wil not stop their mouths that said you haue made a waie that vertuous woman Queene Gape earth and swallow me and let my soule sincke downe to Hell if I were Autor of this womens Tragedy Oh Ione helpe Ione thy mother sinckes Ione Oh mother my helpe is nothing oh she is suncke and here the earth is new closde vp againe ah Charinge greene for euer change thy hew and neuer may the gras grow greene againe but wither and returne to stones because that beauteous Elinor sincke on thee wel I will send vnto the king my fathers Grace and satisfie him of this strange mishap Exit Ione Alarum a charge after long skirmishe assault florishe Enter King Edward with his traine and Balioll prisoner Edward speaketh Edward Now trothles King what fruites haue brauing boastes VVhat end hath Treason but a soddaine fall Such as haue knowne thy life and bringing vp Haue praised thee for thy learning and thy art How comes it then that thou forgetst thy bookes That schoold thee to forget ingratitude Vnkinde this hand hath nointed thee a king This tongue pronounst the sentence of thy ruth If thou in lue of mine vnfaigned loue Hast leuied armes for to attempt my crowne Now see thy fruites thy gloryes are dispearst And his for like sith thou hast past thy bounds Thy sturdie necke must stoope to beare this yoke Balioll. I tooke this lesson Edward from my booke To keepe a iust equality of minde Content with euery fortune as it comes So canst thou threat no more then I expect Edward So sir your moderation is enforst Your goodly gloses cannot make it good Balioll. Then will I keepe in silence what I meane Since Edward thinkes my meaning is not good Edmund Naie Balioll speake forth if there yet remain A little remnant of perswading Art Balioll. If cunning haue power to win the king Let those imploy it that can flatter him If honored deede may reconcile the King It lies in me to giue and him to take Edward Why what remains for Balioll now to giue Balioll. Alegeance as becomes a roiall king Edward What league of faâ— where league is broken once Balioll. The greater hope in them that once haue falne Edward But foolishe are those Monarches that doe yeelde A conquered Realme vppon submissiue vowes Balioll. There take my crowne and so redeme my life Edward I sit that was the choisest plea of both For who so quels the pomp of haughtie windes And breakes their sâ—fe wheron they build their trust 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 wanting power they carrie not harme Balioll shall liue but yet within suâ— bounds
in death Bereaues her sence and memorie at once So that shee spoke shee knew nor how nor what King Sir fir fain would your highnes hide your faults By cunning vowes and glosing tearmes of Arte And well thou maist delude these listning eares Yet neuer asswage by proofe this iealous heart Traitor thy head shal raunsome my disgrace Daughter of darkenes whose accursed bowre The Poet fained to liue vppon Auernus Whereas Cimerians darkenes checks the Sun Dauids iealousie afflict me not so sore Faire Queene Elinor could neuer be so false I but shee vowed these treasons at her death A time not fitte to fashion monstrous lies Ah my vngratefull brother as thou art Could not my loue naie more could not the law Naie further could not nature thee allure For to refraine from this incestuous sinne Hast from my sight call Ione of Acon here Exit Edmund The luke-warme spring distilling from his eies His othes his vowes his reasons rested with remorce From forth his breast impoisoned with suspect Faine would I deeme that false I finde too true Enter Ione of Acone I come to know what Englands King commands I wonder why your Highnes greetes me thus With strange regarde and vnacquainted tearmes Ki. Ah Ione this wonder needes must wound thy brest For it hath well nigh slaine my wretched heart Ione What is the Queen my soueraigne mother dead Woes in vnhappie Ladie we begonne King The Queene is dead yet Ione lament not thou Poore soule guiltles art thou of this deceite That hath more cause to curse then to complaine Ione My dreadful soule assailed with dolefull speach Ioynes me to bow my knees vnto the ground Beseeding your most roiall Maiestie To rid your woefull daughter of suspect King I daughter Ione poore soule thou art deceaued The King of England is no scorned Priest Ione Was not the Ladie Elinor your spouse And am not I the ofspring of your loins King I but when Ladies liste to runne astraie The poore supposed father weares the horne And pleating leaue their Liege in Princes laps Jone thou art daughter to a leacherous Frier A Frier was thy father haplesse Ione Thy mother in profession vowes no lesse And I vilde wretch which sorrowed hard no lesse Ione What am I then a Friers base borne brat Presumptuous wretch why preasse I fore my king How can I looke my husband in the face Why should I liue since my renowne is lost Awaie thou want on weede hence worlds delight Shee fals groueling on the ground Porcrine abbasia come vintoet flianco Defluer chain boceail fren glisproni alfianco King O sommo Dio come i guâ—dneo humans Spesse offuscan son danu membo oscunro Haplesse and wretched lift vp thy heauie head Nurse not so much as this vnhappie chance Vnconstant Fortune still will haue her course Ione My King my King let Fortune haue her course Flie thou my soule and take a better corse Aies me from roiall state I now am faine You purple springs that wander in my vaines And whilom wants to feede my heauie heart Now all at once make hast and pittie me And stop your powers and change your natiue course Disolue to aire your luke-warme blouddie streames And cease to be that I maie be no more Your curled lockes draw from this cursed head A base her pompe for Ione is baselie borne Ah Gloster thou poore Gloster hast the wrong Shee sodainly dies at the Queenes beds feete Die wretch hate death for Ione hath liued too long King Reuiue thee haples Ladie greeue not thus In vaine speake I for shee reuiues no more Poore haplesse soule thy owne espected mones Hath wrought her soddaine and vntimelie death Enter Edmund Gloster running with Ladies and conuaies Ione of Acon awaie Lords Ladies hast ah Gloster art thou come Then must I now present a Tragedie Thy Ione is dead yet grieue thou not her fall Shee was too base a spouse for such a Prince Gloster Conspire you then with Heauens to work my harmes O sweete asswagers of our martiall misse Desired death depriue me of my life That I in death maie end my life and loue King Gloster thy King is partner of thy heauines Although nor tongue nor eies bewraie his meane For I haue lost a flowre as faire as thine A loue more deare For Elinor is dead But since the heauen lie ordinance decrees That all thinges change in their prefixed time Be thou content and beare it in thy breast Thy swelling griefe as needes I must mine Thy Ione of Acon and my Queene deceast Shall haue that Honor as beseemes their state You peeres of England see in roiall pompe These breathles bodies be entombed straight With tried colours couered all with blacke Let Spanish steedes as swift as fleeting winde Conuaie these Princes to their funerall Before them let a hundred mourners ride In euerie time of their enforste aboade Reare vp a crosse in token of their worke Whereon faire Elinors picture shall be plaste Arriued at London neare our Pallas bounds Interre my louelie Elinor late deceast And in remembraunce of her roialtie Erect a rich and statelie carued Crosse Whereon her stature shall with glorie shine And hence forth see you call it Charing crosse For why the chancest and the choisest Queene That euer did delight my roiall eies Their dwell in darkenes whilst I die in griefe But soft what tidings with these Purciuants Enter Messenger approch from Mortimor Messenger Sir Roger Mortimor with all Sussex as earste your Grace by message did commaund is here at hande in purpose to present your Highnes with his signes of victorie and trothles Balioll their accursed King with fire and sword doth threat Northumberland King How one affliction cals another ouer First death torments me then I feele disgrace Againe Lluellen he rebels in VVales And false Balioll meanes to braue me to But I will finde prouision for them all My constancie shall conquer death and shame And Mortimor t is thou must hast to wales And rouse that Rebel from his starting holes And rid thy King of his contentions foe VVhilst I with Elinor Gloster and the rest With speedie iourney gather vp our force And beat these brauing Scots from out our bounds Courage braue Souldiers fates hath done their worst Now Vertue let me triumphe in thine aide Exite Edward Gloster solus Gloster Now Ione of Acon let me mourne thy fal Sole here alone now set thee downe and sigh Sigh haples Gloster for thy sodaine losse Pale death alas hath bannished all thy pride Thy wedlocke vowes how ought haue I beheld Enter Mortimor with the head Thy eies thy lookes thy lippes and euerie part How nature store in them to shew their Art In shine in shape in colour and compare But now hath death the enemie of loue Staind and deformed the shine the shape the reede With pale and dimnes and my loue is dead Ah dead my loue vile wretch whi cam I liuing So willeth fates and I must be contented All pompe in time must fade and grow to nothing VVept I like Niobe yet it profits nothing Then cease my sighs since I maie not regaine her And woe to wretched death that this hath slaine her Exit Gloster Yours By George Peele Maister of Artes in Oxenford Finis
THE Famous Chronicle of king Edward the first sirnamed Edward Longshankes with his returne from the holy land ALSO THE LIFE OF LLEVELLEN rebell in Wales Lastly the sinking of Queene Elinor who sunck at Charingcrosse and rose againe at Pottershith now named Queenehith LONDON Printed by Abell Ieffes and are to be solde by William Barley at his shop in Gratious streete 1593 THE Famous Chronicle historie of King Edwarde the first sirnamed Edwarde Longshankes with the sincking of Queene Elinor at Charingcrosse and her rising againe at Potters hith otherwise called Queene hith Enter Gilbart de Clare Earle of Glocester with the Earle of Sussex Mortimer the Earle of March Dauid Lluellens brother waiting on Helinor the Queene mother The Queene Mother MY L. lieutenant of Glocester and L. Mortimor To do you honor in your Soueraignes eyes That as we heare is newly come aland From Palestine with all his men of warre The poore remainer of the royall Fleete Preseru'd by miracle in Sicill Roade Go mount your Coursers meete him on the way Pray him to spur his Steede minutes and houres Vntill his mother see hir princely sonne Shining in glory of his safe returne Exeunt Lords Manet Queene Mother Illustrious England auncient feat of kings Whose chiualrie hath roiallizd thy fame That sounding brauely through terrestiall vaile Proclaiming conquests spoiles and victories Rings glorious Ecchoes through the farthest worlde What warlike nation traind in feates of armes What barbarous people stubborne or vntaimd What climate vnder the Meridian signes Or frozen Zone vnder his brumall stage Erst haue not quaked and trembled at the name Of Britaine and hir mightie Conquerour Her neighbor realmes as Scotland Denmarke France Aude with their deedes and iealious of her armes Haue begd defensiue and offensiue leagues Thus Europe riche and mightie in her kinges Hath feard braue England dreadfull in her kings And now to eternize Albions Champions Equiualent with Troians auncient fame Comes louely Edward from Ierusalem Veering before the winde plowing the sea His stretched sailes fild with the breath of men That through the world admires his manlines And loe at last ariued in Douer roade Long shanke your king your glory and our sonne With troopes of conquering Lords and warlike knights Like bloudy crested Mars orelookes his hoste Higher then all his armie by the head Martching along as bright as Phoebus eyes And we his mother shall beholde our sonne And Englands Peeres shall see their Soueraigne The Trumpets sound and enter the traine viz. his maimed Souldiers with headpeeces and Garlands on them euery man with his red Crosse on his coate the Ancient borne in a Chaire his Garland and his plumes on his headpeece his Ensigne in his hand Enter after them Glocester and Mortimer bareheaded others as many as may be Then Longshanks and his wife Elinor Edmund Couchback and Ione and Signior Moumfort the Earle of Leicesters prisoner with Sailers and Souldiers and Charles de Moumfort his brother Q. Mother Glocester Edward O my sweete sonnes And then she fals and sounds Longsh. Helpe Ladies O ingratefull desteny To welcome Edward with this tragedie Glocest. Pacient your highnes t is but mothers loue Receiu'd with sight of her thrice valiant sonnes Madam amaze not see his Maiestie Returnd with glory from the holy land Moth. Braue sons the worthy Champions of our God The honourable souldiers of the highest Beare with your mother whose aboundant loue With teares of ioyes salutes your sweete returne From famous iourneys hard and fortunate But lordes alas how heauie is our losse Since your departure to these Christian warres The king your Father and the prince your sonne And your braue Vnckle Almaines Emperour Aye me are dead Longsh. Take comfort madam leaue these sad laments Deare was my vnckle dearer was my sonne And ten times dearer was my noble father Yet were their liues valewd at thousand worlds They cannot scape the arrest of dreadfull death Death that dooth seaze and sommon all alike Then leauing them to heauenly blessednes To ioyne in thrones of glory with the iust I doo salute your royall Maiestie My gratious mother Queene and you my lordes Gilbart de Clare Sussex and Mortimer And all the princely states of Englands peeres With health and honor to your harts content And welcome wished England on whose ground These feete so often haue desird to tread Welcome sweete Queene my fellow Traueller Welcome sweete Nell my fellow mate in armes Whose eyes haue seene the slaughtered Sarazens Pil'de in the ditches of Ierusalem And lastly welcome manly followers That beares the scars of honor and of armes And on your war drums carry crownes as kings Crowne Murall Nauall and triumphant all At view of whom the Turkes haue trembling fled And Sarazens like sheepe before the walles Haue made their cottages in walled townes But Bulwarkes had no fence to beate you back Lords these and they will enter brasen gates And teare downe lime and Morter with their nailes Imbrace them Barons these haue got the name Of English Gentlemen and knights at armes Not one of these but in the Champaine field Hath wonne his crowne his collar and his spurs Not Caesare loading through the streetes of Rome The captiue kings of conquered nations Was in his princely triumphes honoured more Then English Edward in this martiall sight Countrimen your lims are lost in seruice of the Lord Which is your glory and your Countries fame For lims you shalt haue liuing lordships lands And be my counsellors in warres affaires Souldiers sit downe Nell sit thee by my side These be prince Edwards pompious treasurie The Queene Mother being set on the one side and Queene Elinor on the other the king sitteth in the middest mounted highest and at his feete the Ensigne vnderneath him O glorious Capitoll beautious Senate house Triumphant Edward how like sturdie Oakes Do these thy Souldiers circle thee about To shield and shelter thee from winters stormes Display thy crosse old Aimes of the Vies Dub on your Drums tand with Indiaes sunne My lustie westerne lads Matreueirs thou Sound prowdly here a perfect point of warre In honour of thy Souereignes safe returne Thus Long shanks bids his Souldiers Bien veneu Vse Drummes Trumpets and Ensignes and then speake Edward Edw. O God my God the brightnes of my daye How oft hast thou preseru'd thy seruant safe By sea and land yea in the gates of death O God to thee how highly am I bound For setting me with these on English ground One of my mansion houses will I giue To be a colledge for my maimed men Where euery one shall haue an hundred markes Of yearely pention to his maintenance A Souldier that for Christ and countrie sightes Shall want no liuing whilst king Edward liues Lords you that loue me now be liberall And giue your larges to these maimed men Q. Mot. Towards this erection doth thy mother giue Out of her dowrie fiue thousand pounds of gold To finde them Surgeons to
Englishe Edward stand agaste Versses Balioll hath chosen at this time to sturre To rouze him Lion like and cast the yoke That Scots ingloriouslie haue borne from thee And all the predecessors of thy line And make his roddes to reobtaine his rights And for his homage sends thee al this despight Edmund Why how now princockes pratest thou to a king Versses I doe my message truely from my king This sword and targot chide in lowder tearmes I bring defiance from king Iohn Balioll To English Edward and his Barons all Longsh. Mâ—ie so me thinkes thou defiest mee with a witnes Versses Balioll my king in Barwicke makes his Court His campe he spreads vppon the sandie plaine And dares thee to the battaile in his right Edmund VVhat Court and Campe in Englishmens despight Longsh. Hold messenger commend me to thy King Weare thou my chaine and carrie this to him Greete all his route of Rebels more or lesse Tel them such shamefull end will hit them all And wend with this as resolutely backe As thou to England broughst thy Scottish braues Tel then disdainefullie Balioll from vs VVee le rouze him from his hold and make him soone Disloge his Campe and take his walled towne Saie what I bid thee Versses to his teeth And earne this fauour and a better thing Versses Yes King of England whom my heart beloues Thinke as I promist him to braue thee heare So shall I bid Iohn Balioll bace from thee Longsh. So shalt thou earne my chaine and fauour Versses And carrie him this token that thou sendst VVhy now is Englands haruest ripe Barons now maie you reape the rich renowne That vnder warlicke colours springs in field And growes where ensignes wan vppon the plains False Balioll VVarwicke arwicke is no hold of proose To shrowd thee from the strength of Edwards arme No Scot thy Treasons feare shal make the breach For Englands pure renowne to enter one Omnes Amaine amaine vppon these treacherous Scottes Amaine saie all vppon these treacherous Scots Longsh. VVhile wee with Edmund Gloster and the rest VVith speedie iourne is gather vp our forces And beat these brauing Scots from Englands bounds Mortimor thou shalt take the route in taske That reuell here and spoile faire Cambria My Queene when shee is strong and well a foote Shall post to London and repaste her there Then God shall send vs happely all to meete And ioy the honors of our victories Take vantage of our foes and see the time Keepe stil our hold our fight yet on the plaine Balioll I come proud Balioll and ingrate Perswaded to chase thy men from Englands gate Exit Edward King Enter Balioll with his traine Balioll. Princes of Scotland and my louing friends VVhose neckes are ouer-wearied with the yoke And seruile bondage of these Englishmen List vp your hornes and with your brasen hoofes Spurre at the honor of your Enemies T is not ambitious thoughts of priuate rule Hath forst your king to take on him these Armes T is countreis cause it is the commons good Of vs and of our braue posterity to armes to armes Versses by this hath tolde the King our mindes And he hath braued proud England to the proofe VVe will renumerate his resolution With gold with glory and with kingly gifts Lorde By sweet Saint Ierem Versses will not spare To tell his message to the English King And beard the iolly Longshankes to his face VVere he the greatest Monarch in the world And here he comes his halter makes him hast Enter Versses Long liue my lord the rightfull King of Scots Balioll. Welcome Versses what newes from England Like to the measure of Scotlands King Versses Versses my Lord in tearmes like to himselfe Like to the messenger of Scottish King Defied the Peares of England and their lords That all his Barons trembles at my threats And Longshankes himselfe as dainted and amased Gazde on my face not witting what to say Till rouzing vp he shakte his threating haire Versses quoth he take thou King Edwards chaine Vppon condicion thou a message doe To Balioll false periurde Balioll For in these tearmes he bad me greete your Grace And gaue this halter to your excellences I tooke the chaine and gaue your Grace the rope Balioll. You tooke the chaine and giue my Grace the rope Lay hold on him why miscreaÌ„t recreant And darst thou bring a halter to thy King But I will quite thy paine and in that chaine Vppon a siluer Gallowes shalt thou hang That honored with a golden rope of England And a siluer Gibbet of Scotland Thou maist hang in the aire for fowles to feede vppon And men to wonder at awaie with him away After the sight of Iohn Balioll is done enter Mortimor pursuing of the Rebels Mort. Strike vp the drum follow pursue and chase Follow pursue spare not the proudest he That hauocks Englands sacred roialty Exit Morti. Then make the proclamation vpon the walles Sound Trumpets Enter Queene alone Now fits the time to purge our melancholly and bee reuenged vppon this London Dame Katherina Enter Katherina At hand Madam Queene Bring forth our London Maris here Kather. I will Madam Queene Now Nell be thee of some tortures for the Dame And purge thy choller to the vttermost Enter Maris and Katherine Now mistres Maris you haue attendance vrgde And therefore to requite your curtesie Our minde is to bestow an office on you straight Maris My selfe my life and seruice mighty Queen are humblie at your Maiesties commaund Queene Then mistres Maris saie whether will you be our Nurse or Landeres Maris Then maie it please your Maiestie to entertaine your handmaide for your Nurse shee will attende the craddle carefully Queene O no Nurse the Babe needes no great rockeing it can lull it selfe Katherina binde her in the chaire and let me see how shee le become a Nurse so now Katherin draw forth her brest and let the Serpent sucke his fil why so now shee is a Nurse sucke on sweet Babe Maris Ah Queene sweete Queene seeke not my bloud to spill For I shal die before this Adder haue his fil Queene Die or die not my minde is fullie pleased Come Katherina to London now wil we And leaue our Maris with her nurserie Kath. Farewel sweete Maris looke vnto the Babe Exeunt Queene and Kath. Maris Farewel proud Queen the Autor of my death The scourge of England and to English dames Ah husband sweete Iohn Bearmber Maior of London Ah didst thou know how Mary is perplext Soone wouldst thou come to Wales and rid me of this paine Here shee dies But oh I die my wishe is al in vaine Enter Lluellen running out before and Dauid with a halter ready to hang himselfe Lluellen The angry Heauens frownd on Brittains face To Ecclipse the glorie of faire Cambria VVith for or aspectes the dreadful Planets lowre Lluellen basely turne thy backe and flie No Welshmen fight it to the last and die For if my men safely haue got