Anne Mi. Mistris Vrsula t is not unknowne that I have lov'd you if I die it shall be for your sake and it shall be valiantly I leave an hand-kercher with you t is wrought with blew coventry let me not at my returne fall to my old song she had a clout of mine sow de with blew coventry and so hang my selfe at your infidelity desiring Jove to blesse you from better fortunes I leave you Exeunt Vrs. The foole doates but t is no matter t is no matter t is Lady like why should not I have my Monkey to play withall Y. Ba. Prethee leave us Vrs. Heavens blesse me out of your company for fooles I found you and so I must leave you in spite of my hart Exit Y. Ba. Now Nan here 's none but thou and I thy love Emboldens me to speake and cheerfully Here is a peece of gold t is but a little one Yet big enough to ty and seale a knot A jugall knot on Earth to which high heaven Now cryes Amen say thou so too and then When eyther of us breakes this sacred bond Let us be made strange spectacles to the world To heaven and earth An. Amen say I And let heaven loth me when I falsifie Y. Ba. Thou now art like a pollishd jvory Table In purenes without or staine or blemish If thou shouldst soile this whitenes with blacke deedes Thinke what a monster thou wouldst make thy selfe I doubt thee not but give this cautionary Harke the Drum beates from the armes of love I now must burnish in the Armes of warre adue An. When I prove false to thee oh may I then Beheld the scorne of heaven earth and men Enter severally Grey Arguile Crosse Souldiours drume Colors As farre as my Commission Arguile I have proceeded we in the trade of warre Whose Mart consists in blowes and batteries Are like small Rivers that must keepe their bounds Till the Queene Ocean command them rise Dunbarr can witnes where we skuirmishd last I require the hostages be deliverd Twixt England and the federary Lords Arg. Peruse this bedroule from Duke Chattenreault Wherein their names are their persons attend At Inskeith and with willingnes are bound To attend the mighty Queene of England Grey Lord Claud Hambleton fourth son of the Duke Robert Dowglasse brother to the Lord James Stuart Archibald Dowglasse Lord of Loughennell George Gram second son to the Earle of Menteich James Coningham son to the Earle of Glencorne all Hostages to the Queene of England till the Articles be performed betwixt her and the Federary Lordes Herald of Armes conduct these noble pledges from the Red Brayes to Inskeith see 'em delivered to James Croft and George Howard Knights from thence to be embarqd for England Cro. I shall my Lord Gr. What number speake your powers Ar. Two thousand hardy Scots With glaved blades bum daggers and white Kerchers Such as will fight and face the fiery French Gr. Our numbers then are eight thousand And still we looke for more sir Francis Leake And gentle Sir Jarvis two spirits That in peace are lambes in warr two ravening Lyons A march Enter Clifton Souldiers Clif. A Souldiers wishes blesse my noble Generall Gr. Thanks valiant Clifton they can deserve no lesse Comming from thee I see you emulate That we should take the glory to our selves I 'le give the first Alar'm you le be one Clif. I by my Hollidam at warre as at a feast I 'le scramble for my part and if I catch a knocke That honour which a Souldiour wins in warrs Is of low price unles he bring home scarrs Gr. What number sir Jarvis Clif. Five hundred and fifty tall white coates Fellowes that will face a murdering Cannon When it blowes rancks into the Aire as Chaffe Yet dreadles they shall stand it and not shrinke Right Nottingham shire Lads Gr. T is well don Our bands are well divided yours my Lord Keepe the greene Bul-warke mine the west Gate You sir Iarvis the water-ports to Inskeith Pelham from Pelhamus Mount plaies at the Towne How now what Trumpets this A Trumpet Enter Trumball Trum. From the Queene Regent of Scotland I come To thee Lord Generall of the English Force She craves a treaty with the Lords of England To know why thus they enter on her groundes Depopulate her Countries Plough her Plaines If lawfull cause she finds on enterveiue She will subscribe to England sue for peace Otherwise by Article shee le confirm 't This is under her highnes hand and seale This is my message Gr. What 's thy name Trum. Trumball Serejant Trumpetter to her Grace Gr. Her Princely offer we accept Rowge Crosse Herrald at Armes command sir George Howard Sir James Crofts and my son Arthur Grey To shew her Grace my Soveraignes grevances I' th interim wee 'le sheath our burnishd blades Which had bene dide in scarlet long ere this But for thy message Enter Trumball Trum. I shall report you honourable Clif. My Hollidam I like not these signes of peace These French Flyes worke on advantages I 'le not trust 'em Gr. To prevent which each stand on his guard your eares my Lord Ios. Resolve me doe they kill men i th warrs and ne're give warning Mi. Not so much time Io as a theife has at Nottingham Gallowes Ios. Tirany tirany may a not pray insincerity nor request the breethren and sisters to have care of a departing brother Mi. No Io nothing but downe-right blowes just as you fell Okes or kill Oxen Ios. Most heathenish and diabollicall and do the shoote Bullets Mi. I Io as thicke as haile a man may hit his owne father Ios. Oh Infidells and Barbarians what will not the wicked doe kill men with bullets oh these Guns they are dangerous things they sprung from the whoore a Fryer was the inventor and the smell of the Dragon oh my poore Pusse-cat sinfull man thou art Io to bring the poore Pusse forth to dy by a Gun a poore Pusse silly harmelesse Pusse Mi. Ty her behind then if thou runst shee may save thee Ios. I run thou prophane translater I scorne to run my Car and I will enter battell 'gainst the wicked I run Gr. Why returne so soone Enter Crosse Cros. This my Lord Making for Edenborough to the Queene Nine hundred shot and five hundred Corslets Came forth of Leith under the conduct Of Mortigue and Doysells their Colonells We wish'd them peaceably returne to Leith Since contrary to all Lawes of Armes They now had issud Mortïgue replide They on their masters ground resolved stood And from their mistris would not budge a foote For any English breathing Exit Crosse Gr. Were not our promise given to the Queene On which they build advantages I 'de make These French Rats run as Wolves from fire Bid 'em retire and tell them thus from us Wee le make them win their ground ere they stand on 't Nothing but circumvention in the French Clif. By my Hollidam juglers constant in nothing but
ascend to judgment as it is in the painted cloath Gr. Harken the inditement Ios. Tybert the Cat as it is in the painted cloath of the Bull and Cocke sometimes house-keeper drudger or scourer to Marmaduke Ioshua Limner alias painter-stainer now the correcter or extirper of vermine as Rats Mice and other waspish animalls thou art here indited by thy deare Master Marmaduke Ioshua for breaking of the high-day what sayst thou for thy selfe guilty or not guilty hah Gr. Would she could mew non guilty Ios. Know'st thou not thou silly Cat that thy brethren will not Kill the Calfe nor rost the Mutton nor boyle their flesh Pots on the high-day was it not decree'd by our learned brother Abolt Cabbidge Cobler of Amsterdam that they should be held uncleane and not worthy of the meanes that did it and did not expect Cratchet Coole his proud flesh in the Leene for making insurrection on the high day Clif. A point well watred Ios Did not Nadab the Sowe-gelder make a gaunt of his gelt for being cumbersome on the high-day Ha thy silence argues guilt hast thou not seene the whole conventicle of brothers and sisters walke to St. Anns and not so much as a fructifying Kisse on the high Gr. It seemes the elect Kisse weekely Ios. And must thou kill a Mouse oh thou wicked Cat could'st not turne up the white of the eie for the poore creature thou gluttonous Cat thou art now arraigned I adjudge thee to be hanged this munday for killing a Mouse yesterday being the high-day Offers to hang her Gr. Stay stay a pardon a pardon Ios. I am hot in my zeale and fiery in expedition Clif. Wee 'le talke with you hereafter Ios. I was executing a point of justice equity and conscience Gr. A pleasant Tragecomedy the Cat being scap't What Trumpets this Enter Crosse Cros. Monlucke Bishop of Valens Newly anchor'd in the haven of Inskeith Desires safe convoy by your honours forces From the red Brayes to Edenborough Castle The rest on entervew he will impart Such entertainment as the warre affourds The Drum the Fiffe the thundering Cannon The shrill Trumpets and all war-like Cymballs Such Musique as in warrs Souldiers measure Bestow on him come he in warr or peace He shal be welcome Io. Oh that prophane surplesse ho ho ho Enter Monlucke attendant saluts Mon. Mary King Dolphins wife Dowager of France And heire apparant to the Scottish Crowne Hearing of devastations in her Lands And the oppressions that her neighbour Princesse With rough hostility grindes her people Me her Legat she sends to Edenburgh To parley with her Mother the Queene Regent And Article A peace twixt her deare sister The Queene of England and the Lords of Scotland If our conditions may be made with honour This is my message Gr. Eyther for peace or warre The Queene my Mistris now is arm'd for both For like a vertuous Princesse and a Mother O're us her loving subjects and her sons She knowing a Kings security rests In the true love and welfare of her people Rais'd this hostility for to guard her selfe Not to offend but to defend her owne Her Secretary Sicill now attends On the like Embasy for Edenburgh Whither your selfe shall safely be convoy'de Mon. You are an honourable foe Gr. Will the Queene Lay by her nicety rough fil'd phrase And not articulate too much with England For by the power of warr e're two suns rise Wee le mount the walls of Leith and sacrifize Her guilded Towres and her French insulters In flames of fire we vow to hazard lives And honours in the enterprize Exeunt Omnes Enter Anne with a Torch Vrsula Bateman wailing his Picture An. Softly softly fie on your creaking shooes what noise they make shut the Dores close it does not here us a jot looke well to the Darneicke Hangings that it play not the Court Page with us Vrs. Heer 's not so much as a shaddow to affright us for mine owne part neyther Incubus nor Sucubus can do 't I feare not what a quicke thing can doe and I thinke y'ore dead things are too quiet to say any harme An. Yet all is cleere no frightfull vision Nor Ghostly apparition hauntes me yet Yonder 's thy father good powres assist me That I may gaine his patience to heare me And I am hartily satisfied O. Ba. Pigmalion doated on the peece he made So doe not I upon thy pourtraiture I doe but hang thy faire resemblance here To tell me of my immortality How sensible young Cedars are o' th winde When as the aged Oake affronts all stormes 'T is death and natures fault for the Diamond Of blooming youth despise decaying age He might have tane thee el'ce and left thee boy An. Whom talkes he too my life Coz he has a ghost too Yet I see nothing Ba. How now Hyena why camst thou hyther Com'st thou againe to gybe my miseries Has thy maligneing harted father sent thee To scoffe my sorowes keepe of I charge thee Thou did'st bewitch my poore boy with a Kisse Thy breath is sure infectious and I feare Their 's something in thee smells of sorcery Stand at distance An. Good sir use patience That in extremity is soveraigne Balme Teares be my witnes I come to comfort you Yet I see nothing Ba. Teares 't is impossible Marble will drop and melt against the raine And from the cragy Rocks Fountainous Flouds Oft get inforced issues but to gaine Relenting teares from thy obdurate harte 'T is impossible as to force Fire from snow Water from flint say the Sun shall not shine As well upon the begger as the King That is alike indifferent to all Vrs. Good sir remember Forgivenes is an Atribute of Heaven She has a harty sorrow for her sinnes And comes to make attonement if you please An. Still I nothing any where Ba. Pray listen Would not that Physitian be well hang'd That for his practise sake Kills his patient And after pleades a sorrow to his freinds She weepes an evidence of a harty sorrow My boy would not have seene her weepe thus long But hee 'd have minister'd comfort I my teares Playes the theife with mine eies too An. Yet all is safe sure it was but my dreames Sir you had a son blesse me 't is here now Enter Ghost In the same figure that it us'd to be Peace is more deare and pretious unto me Then a nights rest to a man turmoil'd in Law My eies set heere un-mou'd I 'le gaze with thee Vntill the windowes of my head drop out But then my minde wil be afflicted too For what is unseene there is visible here Leade me I 'le follow though to a desart Or any uncouth place worke thy vengeance And doe not torture me alive neyther Gho. All things keepe their time An. Let all times daughters which are daies convert To one day and bring me to my period Ba. Whom converses she withall Vrs. To her unseene fancies An. See with eies of wonder see Ba. What
should I see An. Aske you what why 't is your son Just as he di'd looke looke there here there Ba. Is this thy sorow com'st thou to mocke me An. Just heavens not I see how it smiles on you On me it hurles a dejected looke Takes the Picture Ba. Because I hang his Picture ne're my bed Com'st thou to laugh me out out fond-ling noe See thus I gaze on it stroke his snowy hands And prune the curled tresses of his locks Which the Arts-man neatly has dishevell'd Vrs. Good sir have patience her 's is true sorow And not derision Stands betweene the Picture Ghost An. Another Ganimede This eye and yon'd are one this front that lip This cheeke a litle ruddier showes then that The very ashie palenes of his face The mossie downe still growing on his chin And so his Alablaster finger pointing To the bracelet whereon the peece of gold We broke betweene us hangs Ba. Certes shee 's madd An. Pray come hither You shade this Picture from the pearsant Sun And curtaine it to keepe it from the dust Why are you not as chary then of that It lookes as it were could alas poore Picture Ba. Hee'r 's but one Picture An. I say theirs two You will not see this for to save a Curtaine His knotty curles like to Apollo's tramells Neatly are display'd I 'le sweare the Painter That made this peece had the other by it Why doe you not speake too it 't is your son May be he 's tongue-tide and cannot crave blessing Ba. I could tell thee I nail'd him to the Earth Riveted a stake quite through his bosome And bid thee goe seeke him but I love not To mocke miseries I 'le take this Picture hence It troubles your sight An. And you 'd remove that I 'de thanke you Ba. 'T is thy forc'd fancies and thy guilt together persuades thee so pray thee be a woman Whom thou cam'st to comfort comforts thee Though I intended to have hurl'd at thee Stings of dishonour ignominies reproaches And all the stocke of calumnies and scorne Which thou art guilty off now my pity Converts them into sorrow for thy sorrowes Vrs. A blessing crowne you for it An. And can their be a hope you will forgive me Exit Ghost Ba. Hartily I doe An. See i'ts gone now As if it vex'd to see your clemency Ba. Distemper not your selfe at fancies Your time hastens to maturity Y' are very big and may endanger your fruite If you give way to passions An. T' will be abortiue As are my actions I shall not live To take felicity in it see i'ts here againe Enter Ghost and Exit Gho. All things keepe their time Ba. Come goe with me I 'le give thee comfortable cordialls That shall remove these objects from thine eies Expelling all disastrous accidents And plaine thy thoughts as smooth as innocence Which when thou hear'st then in rapture boast Thou dread'st no visions fury feind nor Ghost Exeunt Omnes An. Be you my counsellour and father too Vrs. Whom I admire for noble honesty Actus Quartus Scena Prima Enter Clifton Grey Arguile Ioshua Miles Ball Souldiers Gr. What day is this Clif. Tues-day the seaventh of May Gr. This day shall in our English Calender stand Eyther to our dishonour or great fames When Chronicles in after ages tell The seventh of May we scal'd the walls of Leith We have begun dreadlesse of death and dangers And like to loyall subjects held the rights Of our deere Mistris Queene Elizabeth When Captaine Randall gives the Alarum Assault assault each man salute his freind Take solemne farewell till this seige have end Omnes Assault assault Gr. Holdes every man his charge as we ordred Clif. I guesse so my Lord Howard with his Launce-tieres quarters T'wixt Mount Pelham and the Sea by VVest Stout Hary Percy with his barbed steedes Neighing for action guardes the Tents by East Arguile with shot marches for the Hill Brey Sir Francis Leeke keepes the water-ports I the greene Bul-warke opposite to Doysells With tough hardy Nottingham shire boyes Wee 'le fall before we fly by my Hollidam Gr. I 'le man this bul-warke 'gainst proud Mortigue Harke the Allarum each man unto his place Exeunt Omnes After squirmishes Enter Grey meeting Clifton with Armour Gr. How goes the day sir Jaruis Clif. Ti 's bloudy The thunderer on both sides shootes his boults Valour is at the touch-stone of true tryall The French like to so many gods of warre Bravely brandish darting fire from steele The valiant Scot Arguile commandes the Hill The Towne-playes fercely their came a shot Of full two hundreth weight into my Tent Doysells has thrice assaulted me I fac'd him And from his sides like Libian Hercules I tore the rough Nemean Lion's Skin His Armour of good proofe which here I beare And will not part from but with losse of life Gr. See! Arguile apeares Arg. Man the water-ports With all the Engines of defensive warre Well fought Vaughan he mans the trenches bravely Young Arthur Grey assaults the stony mures Vn goes the scaleing Ladders now they mount Now Sommerset now Read now Valiant Brey Towring like eager Haukes who shall get high'st Like angery Lions or incenced Tygers The Frenchmen labour greedy for the prey Now the hardy Scots as swift as Roes Climbe the walls and tosse the Frenchmen downe Now from the mount their thundring Cannons roare Whose direfull clangors shake their huge structures And like an earth-quake tumble to the Earth Their steeples Ordinance Gunners all at once Now Inskeith Sutton Newport Conway Fitton As dreadles enter dangers as their Tents Accursed chance the Ladders are too short VVhich gives a treble vantage to the French Now the foe triumphes now our white coates fall Now groanes the mother now the virgin sighs Death wil be master neyther party winns Now flies the English now the French follow And now their horse-men fling about the sands Howard counterbuffs their canvasadoes Like chaffed Bulls or foaming Bores they strive For mastery the Frenchmen flie the Towne And seeke for shelter Now men your Trenches Count Mortigue and Doysells from the Towne Make expedition now sings the god of warre His direfull Antheames now fight or never We now are free-men or elce bond-men ever Alarum Enter Doysells Mortigue Souldiers Doy. Thou bear'st my armour Clifton Clif. My Hollidam Thanke me Doysells I did not take thy head Mor. I came to seeke thee Grey Gr. The Towne I see was too hot to hold thee Elce thou 'st have nesl'd in thy pent-house still Clif. Wee 'le not articulate Alarums Monluck Crosse betweene the Armies Mon. Th' effuse of bloud is great VVhich had bene better never spent then ill You of our party by our commission VVe doe command your tariance your Lords Of England and of Scotland we entreat A litle patience till your Heralds speake Cros. William Cecill the Queenes Secretary Wotton Deane of Canterbury and Yorke With sir Ralph Sadler joynt Commissioners Commands thee Iohn Lord