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The vow breaker. Or, The faire maide of Clifton In Notinghamshire as it hath beene diuers times acted by severall companies with great applause. By William Sampson.
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Sampson, William, 1590?-1636.
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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
in the humour of converting I was converted in my drinke and so are most of my bretheren I 'le stand while I am able and then will goe sleepe on it Exit Ios. Bal. Hee 's gone both waies see the French Lords our's enter Musique Enter Lord Grey Clifton Arguile attendants Monlucke Mortigue Doysells all embrace Mon. On honorable tearmes we now embrace Gr. If what we articl'd be full perform'd Clif. They are my Lord in each particular And the French ready to depart the Towne By my Hollidam they have feasted us Not like to foes but friends 't is my wonder That a beseiged Towne could yeild such Cates In such extremities and exigents Full forty severall messes yet not one Eyther of fish or flesh onely one dish Which was the daintiest a powder'd horse That I tooke notice off Gr. Large stomacks and empty sallet dishes Are the French-mans viandes his banquetings Cloyes not the stomacke but gives satiety A fresh appetite that makes the body Active and full of generous fires Full dishes are like potions unto them I know not whether nicety or want Clif. By my Hollidam want want Give me the English chine and that feedes men And they that feede well certainly will fight Vnlesse some Woolfe or maw-Worme be internate Arg. I relish your opinion Gr. Lords of France you may depart at pleasure F. Lo. Prosperity and peace ever t'wixt France and England E. Lo. Amen saith England when France forgets her pride England will honour her Gr. Come my coemates in warre Our Souldiers instantly shall march for Barwicke The Duke of Norfolke waites their arrivall Sir Francis Leake shall give them safe conduct You Arguile Clifton and my selfe With expedition are for Nottingham To meete our peerlesse princesse Elizabeth Who in her progresse there will lay her Court Arguile shall there receive the hostages Due to the federary Lords of Scotland Wee 'le turne warr's clangors into musik's sweete And like new vested pares in wed-locke meete Exeunt Omnes Enter Miles and Ball Bal. What if it were a Puppet-play Mi. Absurd absurd thei 'le be out in turning up the white of the eies besides ther 's none of us can speake i' th nose Bal. Yes Joshua Mi. Most abhominable wood'st thou have a Puritan speake to a Play a Puppet Play thou ought'st to be burn'd for thy hereticall conceit why thou poison'd sowter wood'st thou have a Puritan speake to a Play still give me the hobby-Horse Bal. But who shall play the hobby-Horse Master Major Mi. I hope I looke as like a hobby-Horse as Master Major I have not liv'd to these yeares but a man woo'd thinke I should be old enough and wise enough to play the hobby-Horse aswell as ever a Major on 'em all Bal. Not so cholericke Miles Mi. Let the Major play the hobby-Horse among his bretheren and he will I hope our Towne Ladds cannot want a hobby-Horse have I practic'd my Reines my Carree'res my Pranckers my Ambles my false Trotts my smooth Ambles and Canterbury Paces and shall Master Major put me besides the hobby-Horse Bal. Thou wilt not understand me Miles Mi. I am an asse if I doe not have I borrow'd the fore Horsebells his Plumes and braveries nay had his mane new shorne and frizl'd and shall the Major put me besides the hobby-Horse let him hobby-Horse at home and he will Bal. Thou art impatient Mi. Woo'd it not make a man impatient am I not going to buy ribbons and toyes of sweet Vrsula for the Marian and shall not I play the hobby-Horse Bal. Why then let the Major speake the Oration Mi. Disgracefull am not I able to make a narration to the Prince I have plai'd a Major in my time with as good dacity as e're a hobby-Horse on 'em all and the Major will prompt me let him he shall finde I 'le stand out like a man of Coventry Bal. What shall Joshua doe Mi. Not know of it by any meanes hee 'l keepe more stir with the hobby-Horse then he did with the Pipers at Tedbury Bull-running provide thou for the Dragon and leave me for a hobby-Horse Ball Feare not I 'le be a fiery Dragon Enter Vrsula Mil. And I a thund'ring St. George as ever rode on horsebacke but see younder 's sweete Vrsula more white then soote and blacker then white Snow Vrs. Younder 's my Antagonist a haunts me like a ghost 'cause I us'd to make him the prologue to be merry he forsooth conceits 't is love sir reverence why Vrsula Neece Vrsula Within Vrs. That 's my uncle's call if I stay a litle he 'le fetch me in which if he does I may perchance harpe upon a conceit to beate this parboil'd gentlemans love out of my mealy Millers coate Sings Miles You dainty Dames so finely dek'd In beauties to behold And you that trip it up and downe Like Lambes in Cupid's fould Not farre from Nottingham of late In Clifton as I heare There dwelt a faire and comely dame For beauty without peere Vrs. How now Master Miles singing Mi. I Mistris Vrsula a very mery lamentable dolefull new Ditty of young Bateman and his Nan that ever poore young gentleman should die like a bird on a Tree for the love to a woman for here it is in the third staff Her Haire was like the crisped Gold Of 't times you may perceive The fairest face the falsest heart And soonest will deceive Mistris Vrsula I give you this as a caution to remember Bateman and his sweet your cozen looke on me and veiw your selfe were it not pitty I should hang my selfe for love and that you should die none knowes how Why Vrsula Neece Vrsula Within Vrs. Alas what shall we doe if my uncle comes hee 'le take thee for a Ghost his braine is so fraught with distempers and then falls he raging madd Mi. Will he not strike Why Vrsula Neece Vrsula Within Vrs. Sometimes hee will so after your fit is over I 'le prescribe a remedy against love Enter Boote i' ns shirt Bo. Passion on passion am I growne old and odious in your eies what no attendance Mistris Vrs. Oh Lo-oooord sir Bo. What ailes thee woman what 's the matter ha why doo'st thou quake shake tremble and shiver ha Vrs. Oh there there there Bo. Bee'st thou the devill I will talke with thee Mi. Ha ha no foole to th' old one he takes me for a Ghost Bo. Art thou of aire of earth heaven or hell Or art thou of some Incubusses breede Is there more walking Batemans answer me Or I will beate thy carcas into a forme That is full substantiall and has feeling Seeing hearing smelling and sweete-tasting Ghost I 'le thunder thee Mi. Oh ho Master Boote Master Boote Bo. I can the devill feele or is he sensible of beating What art thou hast thou feeling Mi. I and hearing and seeing too and you 'l let me alone I 'le tell you what I am Bo. Ghost I 'le confine thee Mi. 'Las sir I 'me no Ghost I am