Had he been ta'ne we should haue heard the newes Had he beene slaine we should haue heard the newes Or had he scap't me thinkes we should haue heard The happy tidings of his good escape How fares my Brother why is he so sad Richard I cannot ioy vntill I be resolu'd Where our right valiant Father is become I saw him in the Battaile range about And watcht him how he singled Clifford forth Me thought he bore him in the thickest troupe As doth a Lyon in a Heard of Neat Or as a Beare encompass'd round with Dogges Who hauing pincht a few and made them cry The rest stand all aloofe and barke at him So far'd our Father with his Enemies So fled his Enemies my Warlike Father Me thinkes 't is prize enough to be his Sonne See how the Morning opes her golden Gates And takes her farwell of the glorious Sunne How well resembles it the prime of Youth Trimm'd like a Yonker prauncing to his Loue Ed. Dazle mine eyes or doe I see three Sunnes Rich. Three glorious Sunnes each one a perfect Sunne Not seperated with the racking Clouds But seuer'd in a pale cleare-shining Skye See see they ioyne embrace and seeme to kisse As if they vow'd some League inuiolable Now are they but one Lampe one Light one Sunne In this the Heauen figures some euent Edward 'T is wondrous strange The like yet neuer heard of I thinke it cites vs Brother to the field That wee the Sonnes of braue Plantagenet Each one alreadie blazing by our meedes Should notwithstanding ioyne our Lights together And ouer-shine the Earth as this the World What ere it bodes hence-forward will I beare Vpon my Targuet three faire shining Sunnes Richard Nay beare three Daughters By your leaue I speake it You loue the Breeder better then the Male. Enter one blowing But what art thou whose heauie Lookes fore-tell Some dreadfull story hanging on thy Tongue Mess Ah one that was a wofull looker on When as the Noble Duke of Yorke was slaine Your Princely Father and my louing Lord. Edward Oh speake no more for I haue heard too much Richard Say how he dy'de for I will heare it all Mess Enuironed he was with many foes And stood against them as the hope of Troy Against the Greekes that would haue entred Troy But Hercules himselfe must yeeld to oddes And many stroakes though with a little Axe Hewes downe and fells the hardest-tymber'd Oake By many hands your Father was subdu'd But onely slaught'red by the irefull Arme Of vn-relenting Clifford and the Queene Who crown'd the gracious Duke in high despight Laugh'd in his face and when with griefe he wept The ruthlesse Queene gaue him to dry his Cheekes A Napkin steeped in the harmelesse blood Of sweet young Rutland by rough Clifford slaine And after many scornes many foule taunts They tooke his Head and on the Gates of Yorke They set the same and there it doth remaine The saddest spectacle that ere I view'd Edward Sweet Duke of Yorke our Prop to leane vpon Now thou art gone wee haue no Staffe no Stay Oh Clifford boyst'rous Clifford thou hast slaine The flowre of Europe for his Cheualrie And trecherously hast thou vanquisht him For hand to hand he would haue vanquisht thee Now my Soules Pallace is become a Prison Ah would she breake from hence that this my body Might in the ground be closed vp in rest For neuer henceforth shall I ioy againe Neuer oh neuer shall I see more ioy Rich. I cannot weepe for all my bodies moysture Scarse serues to quench my Furnace-burning hart Nor can my tongue vnloade my hearts great burthen For selfe-same winde that I should speake withall Is kindling coales that fires all my brest And burnes me vp with flames that tears would quench To weepe is to make lesse the depth of greefe Teares then for Babes Blowes and Reuenge for mee Richard I beare thy name I le venge thy death Or dye renowned by attempting it Ed. His name that valiant Duke hath left with thee His Dukedome and his Chaire with me is left Rich. Nay if thou be that Princely Eagles Bird Shew thy descent by gazing ' gainst the Sunne For Chaire and Dukedome Throne and Kingdome say Either that is thine or else thou wer 't not his March Enter Warwicke Marquesse Mountacute and their Army Warwick How now faire Lords What faire What newes abroad Rich. Great Lord of Warwicke if we should recompt Our balefull newes and at each words deliuerance Stab Poniards in our flesh till all were told The words would adde more anguish then the wounds O valiant Lord the Duke of Yorke is slaine Edw. O Warwicke Warwicke that Plantagenet Which held thee deerely as his Soules Redemption Is by the sterne Lord Clifford done to death War Ten dayes ago I drown'd these newes in teares And now to adde more measure to your woes I come to tell you things sith then befalne After the bloody Fray at Wakefield fought Where your braue Father breath'd his latest gaspe Tydings as swiftly as the Postes could runne Were brought me of your Losse and his Depart I then in London keeper of the King Muster'd my Soldiers gathered flockes of Friends Marcht toward S. Albons to intercept the Queene Bearing the King in my behalfe along For by my Scouts I was aduertised That she was comming with a full intent To dash our late Decree in Parliament Touching King Henries Oath and your Succession Short Tale to make we at S. Albons met Our Battailes ioyn'd and both sides fiercely fought But whether 't was the coldnesse of the King Who look'd full gently on his warlike Queene That robb'd my Soldiers of their heated Spleene Or whether 't was report of her successe Or more then common feare of Cliffords Rigour Who thunders to his Captiues Blood and Death I cannot iudge but to conclude with truth Their Weapons like to Lightning came and went Our Souldiers like the Night-Owles lazie flight Or like a lazie Thresher with a Flaile Fell gently downe as if they strucke their Friends I cheer'd them vp with iustice of our Cause With promise of high pay and great Rewards But all in vaine they had no heart to fight And we in them no hope to win the day So that we fled the King vnto the Queene Lord George your Brother Norfolke and my Selfe In haste post haste are come to ioyne with you For in the Marches heere we heard you were Making another Head to fight againe Ed. Where is the Duke of Norfolke gentle Warwick And when came George from Burgundy to England War Some six miles off the Duke is with the Soldiers And for your Brother he was lately sent From your kinde Aunt Dutchesse of Burgundie With ayde of Souldiers to this needfull Warre Rich. 'T was oddes belike when valiant Warwick fled Oft haue I heard his praises in Pursuite But ne're till now his Scandall of Retire War Nor now my Scandall Richard dost thou heare For thou shalt know
in my life did looke on him North. Then learne to know him now this is the Duke Percie My gracious Lord I tender you my seruice Such as it is being render raw and young Which elder dayes shall ripen and confirme To more approued seruice and desert Bull. I thanke thee gentle Percie and be sure I count my selfe in nothing else so happy As in a Soule remembring my good Friends And as my Fortune ripens with thy Loue It shall be still thy true Loues recompence My Heart this Couenant makes my Hand thus seales it North. How farre is it to Barkely and what stirre Keepes good old Yorke there with his Men of Warre Percie There stands the Castle by yond tuft of Trees Mann'd with three hundred men as I haue heard And in it are the Lords of Yorke Barkely and Seymor None else of Name and noble estimate Enter Rosse aâ—d Willoughby North. Here con nâ— the Lords of Rosse and Willoughby Bloody with spurring siâ— red with hasle Bull. Welcome my Lords I wot your loue pursues A banisht Pray◠〈◊〉 my Treasurie 〈◊〉 that vasel 〈…〉 which more enrichâ—d Shall be your loue and lab was recompence Râ— Your presence makes vs rich most Noble Lord. 〈◊〉 And sure surmounts our labour to attaine it 〈◊〉 Euermore thankes th' Exchequer of the poore Which till my infant-fortune comes to yeeres Stands for my Bountie but who comes here Enter Barkely North. It is my Lord of Barkely as I ghesse Bark My Lord of Hereford my Message is to you Bull. My Lord my Answere is to Lancaster And I am come to seeke that Name in England And I must finde that Title in your Tongue Before I make reply to aught you say Bark Mistake me not my Lord 't is not my meaning To raze one Title of your Honor out To you my Lord I come what Lord you will From the most glorious of this Land The Duke of Yorke to know what pricks you on To take aduantage of the absent time And fright our Natiue Peace with selfe-borne Armes Enter Yorke Bull. I shall not need transport my words by you Here comes his Grace in Person My Noble Vnckle York Shew me thy humble heart and not thy knee Whose dutie is deceiuable and false Bull. My gracious Vnckle York Tut tut Grace me no Grace nor Vnckle me I am no Traytors Vnckle and that word Grace In an vngracious mouth is but prophane Why haue these banish'd and forbidden Legges Dar'd once to touch a Dust of Englands Ground But more then why why haue they dar'd to march So many miles vpon her peacefull Bosome Frighting her pale-fac'd Villages with Warre And oftentation of despised Armes Com'st thou because th' anoynted King is hence Why foolish Boy the King is left behind And in my loyall Bosome lyes his power Were I buâ— now the Lord of such hot youth Aâ— when braue Gaunt thy Father and my selfe Rescued the Black Prince that yong Mars of men From forth the Rankes of many thousand French Oh then how quickly should this Arme of mine Now Prisoner to the Palsie chastise thee And minister correction to thy Fault Bull. My gracious Vnckle let me know my Fault On what Condition stands it and wherein York Euen in Condition of the worst degree In grosse Rebellion and detested Treason Thou art a banish'd man and here art come Before th' expiration of thy time In brauing Atmâ—s against thy Soueraigne Bull. As I was banish'd I was banish'd Hereford But as I come I come for Lancaster And Noble Vnckle I beseech your Grace Looke on my Wrongs with an indifferent eye You are my Father for me thinkes in you I see old Gaunt aliue Oh then my Father Will you permit that I shall stand condemn'd A wandring Vagabond my Rights and Royalties Pluckt from my armes â—erforce and giuen away To vpstart Vnthrifts Wherefore was I borne If that my Cousin King be King of England It must be graunted I am Duke of Lancaster You haue a Sonne Aumerle my Noble Kinsman Had you first died and he beene thus trod downe He should haue found his Vnckle Gaunt a Father To rowze his Wrongs and chase them to the bay I am denyde to sue my Liuerie here And yet my Letters Patents giue me leaue My Fathers goods are all distraynd and sold And these and all are all amisse imployd What would you haue me doe I am a Subiect And challenge Law Attorneyes are deny'd me And therefore personally I lay my claime To my Inheritance of free Discent North. The Noble Duke hath been too much abus'd Ross It stands your Grace vpon to doe him right Willo Base men by his endowments are made great York My Lords of England let me tell you this I haue had feeling of my Cosens Wrongs And labour'd all I could to doe him right But in this kind to come in brauing Armes Be his owne Caruer and cut out his way To find out Right with Wrongs it may not be And you that doe abett him in this kind Cherâ—sh Rebellion and are Rebels all North. The Noble Duke hath sworne his comming is But for his owne and for the right of that Wee all haue strongly sworne to giue him ayd And let him neu'r see Ioy that breakes that Oath York Well well I see the issue of these Armes I cannot mend it I must needes confesse Because my power is weake and all ill left But if I could by him that gaue me life I would attach you all and make you stoope Vnto the Soueraigne Mercy of the King But since I cannot be it knowne to you I doe remaine as Neuter So fare you well Vnlesse you please to enter in the Castle And there repose you for this Night Bull. An offer Vnckle that wee will accept But wee must winne your Grace to goe with vs To Bristow Castle which they say is held By Bushie Bagot and their Complices The Caterpillers of the Commonwealth Which I haue sworne to weed and plucke away York It may be I will go with you but yet I le pawse For I am loth to breake our Countries Lawes Nor Friends nor Foes to me welcome you are Things past redresse are now with me past care Exeunt Scoena Quarta Enter Salisbury and a Captaine Capt. My Lord of Salisbury we haue stayd ten dayes And hardly kept our Countreymen together And yet we heare no tidings from the King Therefore we will disperse our selues farewell Sal. Stay yet another day thou trustie Welchman The King reposeth all his confidence in thee Capt. 'T is thought the King is dead we will not stay The Bay-trees in our Countrey all are wither'd And Meteors fright the fixed Starres of Heauen The pale-fac'd Moone lookes bloody on the Earth And leane-look'd Prophets whisper fearefull change Rich men looke sad and Ruffians dance and leape The one in feare to loose what they enioy The other to enioy by Rage and Warre These signes fore-run the death of Kings Farewell our Countreymen
slaughter-men What say you Will you yeeld and this auoyd Or guiltie in defence be thus destroy'd Enter Gouernour Gouer. Our expectation hath this day an end The Dolphin whom of Succours we entreated Returnes vs that his Powers are yet not ready To rayse so great a Siege Therefore great King We yeeld our Towne and Liues to thy soft Mercy Enter our Gates dispose of vs and ours For we no longer are defensible King Open your Gates Come Vnckle Exeter Goe you and enter Harflew there remaine And fortifie it strongly ' gainst the French Vse mercy to them all for vs deare Vnckle The Winter comming on and Sicknesse growing Vpon our Souldiers we will retyre to Calis To night in Harflew will we be your Guest To morrow for the March are we addrest Flourish and enter the Towne Enter Katherine and an old Gentlewoman Kathe. Alice tu as este en Augleterre tu bien parlas le Language Alice En peu Madame Kath. Ie te prie m'ensigniez il faut que ie apprend a parlen Comient appelle vous le main en Anglois Alice Le main il appelle de Hand Kath. De Hand Alice Ele doyts Kat. Le doyts ma foy Ie oublie e doyt mays ie me souemeray le doyts ie pense qu'ils ont appelle de fingres on de fingres Alice Le main de Hand le doyts le Fingres ie pense que ie suis le bon escholier Kath. I' ay gaynie diux mots d' Anglois vistement coment appelle vous le ongles Alice Le ongles les appellons de Nayles Kath. De Nayles escoute dites moy si ie parle bien de Hand de Fingres e de Nayles Alice Cest bien dict Madame il fort bon Anglois Kath. Dites moy l' Anglois pour le bras Alice De Arme Madame Kath. E de coudee Alice D' Elbow Kath. D' Elbow Ie men fay le repiticio de touts les mots que vous maves apprins des a present Alice Il trop difficile Madame comme Ie pense Kath. Excuse moy Alice escoute d' Hand de Fingre de Nayles d' Arma de Bilbow Alice D' Elbow Madame Kath. O Seigneur Dieu ie men oublie d' Elbow coment appelle vous le col Alice De Nick Madame Kath. De Nick e le menton Alice De Chin. Kath. De Sin le col de Nick le menton de Sin Alice Ouy Sauf vostre honneur en verite vous pronouncies les mots ausi droict que le Natifs d' Angleterre Kath. Ie ne doute point d' apprendre par de grace de Dieu en peu de temps Alice N' aue vos y desia oublie ce que ie vous a enfignie Kath. Nome ie recitera a vous promptement d' Hand de Fingre de Maylees Alice De Nayles Madame Kath. De Nayles de Arme de Ilbow Alice Sans vostre honeus d' Elbow Kath. Ainsi de ie d' Elbow de Nick de Sin coment appelle vous les pied de roba Alice Le Foot Madame le Count. Kath. Le Foot le Count O Seignieur Dieu il sont le mots de son mauvais corruptible grosse impudique non pour lo Dames de Honeur d' vser le ne voudray pronouncer ce mots deuant le Seigneurs de France pour toute le monde fo le Foot le Count neant moys Ie recitera vn autrefoys ma lecon ensembe d' Hand de Fingre de Nayles d' Arme d' Elbow de Nick de Sin de Foot le Count. Alice Excellent Madame Kath. C ' est asses pour vne foyes alons nous a diner Exit Enter the King of France the Dolphin the Constable of France and others King 'T is certaine he hath past the Riuer Some Const And if he be not fought withall my Lord Let vs not liue in France let vs quit all And giue our Vineyards to a barbarous People Dolph O Dieu viuant Shall a few Sprayes of vs The emptying of our Fathers Luxurie Our Syens put in wilde and sauage Stock Spirt vp so suddenly into the Clouds And ouer-looke their Grafters Brit. Normans but bastard Normans Norman bastards Mort du mavie if they march along Vnfought withall but I will sell my Dukedome To buy a slobbry and a durtie Farme In that nooke-shotten I le of Albion Const Dieu de Battailes where haue they this mettell Is not their Clymate foggy raw and dull On whom as in despight the Sunne lookes pale Killing their Fruit with frownes Can sodden Water A Drench for sur-reyn'd â—ades their Baâ—ly broth Decoct their cold blood to such valiant heat And shall our quick blood spirited with Wine Seeme frostie O for honor of our Land Let vs not hang like roping Isyckles Vpon our Houses Thatch whiles a more frostie People Sweat drops of gallant Youth in our rich fields Poore we call them in their Natiue Lords Dolphin By Faith and Honor Our Madames mock at vs and plainely say Our Mettell is bred out and they will giue Their bodyes to the Lust of English Youth To new-store France with Bastard Warriors Brit. They bid vs to the English Dancing-Schooles And teach Lauolta's high and swift Carranto's Saying our Grace is onely in our Heeles And that we are most loftie Run-awayes King Where is Montioy the Herald speed him hence Let him greet England with our sharpe defiance Vp Princes and with spirit of Honor edged More sharper then your Swords high to the field Charles Delabreth High Constable of France You Dukes of Orleance Burbon and of Berry Alanson Brabant Bar and Burgonic Iaques Chattillion Rambures Vandemont Beumont Grand Free Roussi and Faulconbridge Loys Lestrale Bouciquall and Charaloyes High Dukes great Princes Barons Lords and Kings For your great Seats now quit you of great shames Barre Harry England that sweepes through our Land With Penons painted in the blood of Haâ—flew Rush on his Hoast as doth the melted Snow Vpon the Valleyes whose low Vassall Seat The Alpes doth spit and void his rhewme vpon Goe downe vpon him you haue Power enough And in a Captiue Chariot into Roan Bring him our Prisoner Const. This becomes the Great Sorry am I his numbers are so few His Souldiers sick and famisht in their March For I am sure when he shall see our Army Hee 'le drop his heart into the sinck of feare And for atchieuement offer vs his Ransome King Therefore Lord Constable hast on Montioy And let him say to England that we send To know what willing Ransome he will giue Prince Dolphin you shall stay with vs in Roan Dolph Not so I doe beseech your Maiestie King Be patient for you shall remaine with vs. Now forth Lord Constable and Princes all And quickly bring vs word of Englands fall Exeunt Enter Captaines English and Welch Gower and Fluellen Gower How now Captaine Fluellen come
as sure as English Henry liues And as his Father here was Conqueror As sure as in this late betrayed Towne Great Cordelions Heart was buryed So sure I sweare to get the Towne or dye Burg. My Vowes are equall partners with thy Vowes Talb. But ere we goe regard this dying Prince The valiant Duke of Bedford Come my Lord We will bestow you in some better place Fitter for sicknesse and for crasie age Bedf. Lord Talbot doe not so dishonour me Here will I sit before the Walls of Roan And will be partner of your weale or woe Burg. Couragious Bedford let vs now perswade you Bedf. Not to be gone from hence for once I read That stout Pendragon in his Litter sick Came to the field and vanquished his foes Me thinkes I should reuiue the Souldiors hearts Because I euer found them as my selfe Talb. Vndaunted spirit in a dying breast Then be it so Heauens keepe old Bedford safe And now no more adoe braue Burgonie But gather we our Forces out of hand And set vpon our boasting Enemie Exit An Alarum Excursions Enter Sir Iohn Falstaffe and a Captaine Capt. Whither away Sir Iohn Falstaffe in such haste Falst Whither away to saue my selfe by flight We are like to haue the ouerthrow againe Capt. What will you flye and leaue Lord Talbot Falst I all the Talbots in the World to saue my life Exit Capt. Cowardly Knight ill fortune follow thee Exit Retreat Excursions Pucell Alanson and Charles flye Bedf. Now quiet Soule depart when Heauen please For I haue seene our Enemies ouerthrow What is the trust or strength of foolish man They that of late were daring with their scoffes Are glad and faine by flight to saue themselues Bedford dyes and is carryed in by two in his Chaire An Alarum Enter Talbot Burgonie and the rest Talb. Lost and recouered in a day againe This is a double Honor Burgonie Yet Heauens haue glory for this Victorie Burg. Warlike and Martiall Talbot Burgonie Inshrines thee in his heart and there erects Thy noble Deeds as Valors Monuments Talb. Thanks gentle Duke but where is Pucel now I thinke her old Familiar is asleepe Now where 's the Bastards braues and Charles his glikes What all amort Roan hangs her head for griefe That such a valiant Company are fled Now will we take some order in the Towne Placing therein some expert Officers And then depart to Paris to the King For there young Henry with his Nobles lye Burg. What wills Lord Talbot pleaseth Burgonie Talb. But yet before we goe let 's not forget The Noble Duke of Bedford late deceas'd But see his Exequies fulfill'd in Roan A brauer Souldier neuer couched Launce A gentler Heart did neuer sway in Court But Kings and mightiest Potentates must die For that 's the end of humane miserie Exeunt Scaena Tertia Enter Charles Bastard Alanson Pucell Pucell Dismay not Princes at this accident Nor grieue that Roan is so recouered Care is no cure but rather corrosiue For things that are not to be remedy'd Let frantike Talbot triumph for a while And like a Peacock sweepe along his tayle Wee 'le pull his Plumes and take away his Trayne If Dolphin and the rest will be but rul'd Charles We haue been guided by thee hitherto And of thy Cunning had no diffidence One sudden Foyle shall neuer breed distrust Bastard Search out thy wit for secret pollicies And we will make thee famous through the World Alans Wee 'le set thy Statue in some holy place And haue thee reuerenc't like a blessed Saint Employ thee then sweet Virgin for our good Pucell Then thus it must be this doth Ioane deuise By faire perswasions mixt with sugred words We will entice the Duke of Burgonie To leaue the Talbot and to follow vs. Charles I marry Sweeting if we could doe that France were no place for Henryes Warriors Nor should that Nation boast it so with vs But be extirped from our Prouinces Alans For euer should they be expuls'd from France And not haue Title of an Earledome here Pucell Your Honors shall perceiue how I will worke To bring this matter to the wished end Drumme sounds a farre off Hearke by the sound of Drumme you may perceiue Their Powers are marching vnto Paris-ward Here sound an English March. There goes the Talbot with his Colours spred And all the Troupes of English after him French March. Now in the Rereward comes the Duke and his Fortune in fauor makes him lagge behinde Summon a Parley we will talke with him Trumpets sound a Parley Charles A Parley with the Duke of Burgonie Burg. Who craues a Parley with the Burgonie Pucell The Princely Charles of France thy Countrey-man Burg. What say'st thou Charles for I am marching hence Charles Speake Pucell and enchaunt him with thy words Pucell Braue Burgonie vndoubted hope of France Stay let thy humble Hand-maid speake to thee Burg. Speake on but be not ouer-tedious Pucell Looke on thy Country look on fertile France And see the Cities and the Townes defac't By wasting Ruine of the cruell Foe As lookes the Mother on her lowly Babe When Death doth close his tender-dying Eyes See see the pining Maladie of France Behold the Wounds the most vnnaturall Wounds Which thou thy selfe hast giuen her wofull Brest Oh turne thy edged Sword another way Strike those that hurt and hurt not those that helpe One drop of Blood drawne from thy Countries Bosome Should grieue thee more then streames of forraine gore Returne thee therefore with a floud of Teares And wash away thy Countries stayned Spots Burg. Either she hath bewitcht me with her words Or Nature makes me suddenly relent Pucell Besides all French and France exclaimes on thee Doubting thy Birth and lawfull Progenie Who ioyn'st thou with but with a Lordly Nation That will not trust thee but for profits sake When Talbot hath set footing once in France And fashion'd thee that Instrument of Ill Who then but English Henry will be Lord And thou be thrust out like a Fugitiue Call we to minde and marke but this for proofe Was not the Duke of Orleance thy Foe And was he not in England Prisoner But when they heard he was thine Enemie They set him free without his Ransome pay'd In spight of Burgonie and all his friends See then thou fight'st against thy Countreymen And ioyn'st with them will be thy slaughter-men Come come returne returne thou wandering Lord Charles and the rest will take thee in their armes Burg. I am vanquished These haughtie wordes of hers Haue batt'red me like roaring Cannon-shot And made me almost yeeld vpon my knees Forgiue me Countrey and sweet Countreymen And Lords accept this heartie kind embrace My Forces and my Power of Men are yours So farwell Talbot I le no longer trust thee Pucell Done like a Frenchman turne and turne againe Charles Welcome braue Duke thy friendship makes vs fresh Bastard And doth beget new Courage in our Breasts Alans Pucell hath brauely play'd
That shall salute our rightfull Soueraigne With honor of his Birth-right to the Crowne Both. Long liue our Soueraigne Richard Englands King Yorke We thanke you Lords But I am not your King till I be Crown'd And that my Sword be stayn'd With heart-blood of the House of Lancaster And that 's not suddenly to be perform'd But with aduice and silent secrecie Doe you as I doe in these dangerous dayes Winke at the Duke of Saffolkes insolence At Beaufords Pride at Somersets Ambition At Buckingham and all the Crew of them Till they haue snar'd the Shepheard of the Flock That vertuous Prince the good Duke Humfrey 'T is that they seeke and they in seeking that Shall finde their deaths if Yorke â—an prophecie Salisb. My Lord breake we off we know your minde at full Warw. My heart assures me that the Earle of Warwick Shall one day make the Duke of Yorke a King Yorke And Neuill this I doe assure my selfe Richard shall liue to make the Earle of Warwick The greatest man in England but the King Exeunt Sound Trumpets Enter the King and State with Guard to banish the Duchesse King Stand forth Dame Elianor Cobham Glosters Wife In sight of God and vs your guilt is great Receiue the Sentence of the Law for sinne Such as by Gods Booke are adiudg'd to death You foure from hence to Prison back againe From thence vnto the place of Execution The Witch in Smithfield shall be burnt to ashes And you three shall be strangled on the Gallowes You Madame for you are more Nobly-borne Despoyled of your Honor in your Life Shall after three dayes open Penance done Liue in your Countrey here in Banishment With Sir Iohn Stanly in the I le of Man Elianor Welcome is Banishment welcome were my Death Glost Elianor the Law thou seest hath iudged thee I cannot iustifie whom the Law condemnes Mine eyes are full of teares my heart of griefe Ah Humfrey this dishonor in thine age Will bring thy head with sorrow to the ground I beseech your Maiestie giue me leaue to goe Sorrow would sollace and mine Age would ease King Stay Humfrey Duke of Gloster Ere thou goe giue vp thy Staffe Henry will to himselfe Protector be And God shall be my hope my stay my guide And Lanthorne to my feete And goe in peace Humfrey no lesse belou'd Then when thou wert Protector to thy King Queene I see no reason why a King of yeeres Should be to be protected like a Child God and King Henry gouerne Englands Realme Giue vp your Staffe Sir and the King his Realme Glost My Staffe Here Noble Henry is my Staffe As willingly doe I the same resigne As ere thy Father Henry made it mine And euen as willingly at thy feete I leaue it As others would ambitiously receiue it Farewell good King when I am dead and gone May honorable Peace attend thy Throne Exit Gloster Queene Why now is Henry King and Margaret Queen And Humfrey Duke of Gloster scarce himselfe That beares so shrewd a mayme two Pulls at once His Lady banisht and a Limbe lopt off This Staffe of Honor raught there let it stand Where it best fits to be in Henries hand Suff. Thus droupes this loftie Pyne hangs his sprayes Thus Elianors Pride dyes in her youngest dayes Yorke Lords let him goe Please it your Maiestie This is the day appointed for the Combat And ready are the Appellant and Defendant The Armorer and his Man to enter the Lists So please your Highnesse to behold the fight Queene I good my Lord for purposely therefore Left I the Court to see this Quarrell try'de King A Gods Name see the Lyfts and all things fit Here let them end it and God defend the right Yorke I neuer saw a fellow worse bestead Or more afraid to fight then is the Appellant The seruant of this Armorer my Lords Enter at one Doore the Armorer and his Neighbors drinking to him so much that hee is drunke and he enters with a Drumme before him and his Staffe with a Sand-bagge fastened to it and at the other Doore his Man with a Drumme and Sand-bagge and Prentices drinking to him 1. Neighbor Here Neighbour Horner I drinke to you in a Cup of Sack and feare not Neighbor you shall doe well enough 2. Neighbor And here Neighbour here 's a Cuppe of Charneco 3. Neighbor And here 's a Pot of good Double-Beere Neighbor drinke and feare not your Man Armorer Let it come yfaith and I le pledge you all and a figge for Peter 1. Prent. Here Peter I drinke to thee and be not afraid 2. Prent. Be merry Peter and feare not thy Master Fight for credit of the Prentices Peter I thanke you all drinke and pray for me I pray you for I thinke I haue taken my last Draught in this World Here Robin and if I dye I giue thee my Aporne and Will thou shalt haue my Hammer and here Tom take all the Money that I haue O Lord blesse me I pray God for I am neuer able to deale with my Master hee hath learnt so much fence already Salisb. Come leaue your drinking and fall to blowes Sirrha what 's thy Name Peter Peter forsooth Salisb. Peter what more Peter Thumpe Salisb. Thumpe Then see thou thumpe thy Master well Armorer Masters I am come hither as it were vpon my Mans instigation to proue him a Knaue and my selfe an honest man and touching the Duke of Yorke I will take my death I neuer meant him any ill nor the King nor the Queene and therefore Peter haue at thee with a downe-right blow Yorke Dispatch this Knaues tongue begins to double Sound Trumpets Alarum to the Combattants They fight and Peter strikes him downe Armorer Hold Peter hold I confesse I confesse Treason Yorke Take away his Weapon Fellow thanke God and the good Wine in thy Masters way Peter O God haue I ouercome mine Enemies in this presence O Peter thou hast preuayl'd in right King Goe take hence that Traytor from our sight For by his death we doe perceiue his guilt And God in Iustice hath reueal'd to vs The truth and innocence of this poore fellow Which he had thought to haue murther'd wrongfully Come fellow follow vs for thy Reward Sound a flourish Exeunt Enter Duke Humfrey and his Men in Mourning Cloakes Glost Thus sometimes hath the brightest day a Cloud And after Summer euermore succeedes Barren Winter with his wrathfull nipping Cold So Cares and Ioyes abound at Seasons fleet Sirs what 's a Clock Seru. Tenne my Lord. Glost Tenne is the houre that was appointed me To watch the comming of my punisht Duchesse Vnneath may shee endure the Flintie Streets To treade them with her tender-feeling feet Sweet Nell ill can thy Noble Minde abrooke The abiect People gazing on thy face With enuious Lookes laughing at thy shame That erst did follow thy prowd Chariot-Wheeles When thou didst ride in triumph through the streets But soft I thinke she comes and I
since I heard to be discomfited Enter Iden with Cades head Iden If one so rude and of so meane condition May passe into the presence of a King Loe I present your Grace a Traitors head The head of Cade whom I in combat slew King The head of Cade Great God how iust art thou Oh let me view his Visage being dead That liuing wrought me such exceeding trouble Tell me my Friend art thou the man that slew him Iden I was an 't like your Maiesty King How art thou call'd And what is thy degree Iden Alexander Iden that 's my name A poore Esquire of Kent that loues his King Buc. So please it you my Lord 't were not amisse He were created Knight for his good seruice King Iden kneele downe rise vp a Knight We giue thee for reward a thousand Markes And will that thou henceforth attend on vs. Iden May Iden liue to merit such a bountie And neuer liue but true vnto his Liege Enter Queene and Somerset K. See Buckingham Somerset comes with th' Queene Go bid her hide him quickly from the Duke Qu. For thousand Yorkes he shall not hide his head But boldly stand and front him to his face Yor. How now is Somerset at libertie Then Yorke vnloose thy long imprisoned thoughts And let thy tongue be equall with thy heart Shall I endure the sight of Somerset False King why hast thou broken faith with me Knowing how hardly I can brooke abuse King did I call thee No thou art not King Not fit to gouerne and rule multitudes Which darst not no nor canst not rule a Traitor That Head of thine doth not become a Crowne Thy Hand is made to graspe a Palmers staffe And not to grace an awefull Princely Scepter That Gold must round engirt these browes of mine Whose Smile and Frowne like to Achilles Speare Is able with the change to kill and cure Heere is a hand to hold a Scepter vp And with the same to acte controlling Lawes Giue place by heauen thou shalt rule no more O're him whom heauen created for thy Ruler Som. O monstrous Traitor I arrest thee Yorke Of Capitall Treason ' gainst the King and Crowne Obey audacious Traitor kneele for Grace York Wold'st haue me kneele First let me ask of thee If they can brooke I bow a knee to man Sirrah call in my sonne to be my bale I know ere they will haue me go to Ward They 'l pawne their swords of my infranchisement Qu. Call hither Clifford bid him come amaine To say if that the Bastard boyes of Yorke Shall be the Surety for their Traitor Father Yorke O blood-bespotted Neopolitan Out-cast of Naples Englands bloody Scourge The sonnes of Yorke thy betters in their birth Shall be their Fathers baile and bane to those That for my Surety will refuse the Boyes Enter Edward and Richard See where they come I le warrant they 'l make it good Enter Clifford Qu. And here comes Clifford to deny their baile Clif. Health and all happinesse to my Lord the King Yor. I thanke thee Clifford Say what newes with thee Nay do not fright vs with an angry looke We are thy Soueraigne Clifford kneele againe For thy mistaking so We pardon thee Clif. This is my King Yorke I do not mistake But thou mistakes me much to thinke I do To Bedlem with him is the man growne mad King I Clifford a Bedlem and ambitious humor Makes him oppose himselfe against his King Clif. He is a Traitor let him to the Tower And chop away that factious pate of his Qu. He is atrested but will not obey His sonnes he sayes shall giue their words for him Yor. Will you not Sonnes Edw. I Noble Father if our words will serue Rich. And if words will not then our Weapons shal Clif. Why what a brood of Traitors haue we heere Yorke Looke in a Glasse and call thy Image so I am thy King and thou a false-heart Traitor Call hither to the stake my two braue Beares That with the very shaking of their Chaines They may astonish these fell-lurking Curres Bid Salsbury and Warwicke come to me Enter the Earles of Warwicke and Salisbury Clif. Are these thy Beares Wee 'l bate thy Bears to death And manacle the Berard in their Chaines If thou dar'st bring them to the bayting place Rich. Oft haue I seene a hot ore-weening Curre Run backe and bite because he was with-held Who being suffer'd with the Beares fell paw Hath clapt his taile betweene his legges and cride And such a peece of seruice will you do If you oppose your selues to match Lord Warwicke Clif. Hence heape of wrath foule indigested lumpe As crooked in thy manners as thy shape Yor. Nay we shall heate you thorowly anon Clif. Take heede leaft by your heate you burne your selues King Why Warwicke hath thy knee forgot to bow Old Salsbury shame to thy siluer haire Thou mad misleader of thy brain-sicke sonne What wilt thou on thy death-bed play the Ruffian And seeke for sorrow with thy Spectacles Oh where is Faith Oh where is Loyalty If it be banisht from the frostie head Where shall it finde a harbour in the earth Wilt thou go digge a graue to finde out Warre And shame thine honourable Age with blood Why art thou old and want'st experience Or wherefore doest abuse it if thou hast it For shame in dutie bend thy knee to me That bowes vnto the graue with mickle age Sal. My Lord I haue considered with my selfe The Title of this most renowned Duke And in my conscience do repute his grace The rightfull heyre to Englands Royall seate King Hast thou not sworne Allegeance vnto me Sal. I haue Ki. Canst thou dispense with heauen for such an oath Sal. It is great sinne to sweare vnto a sinne But greater sinne to keepe a sinfull oath Who can be bound by any solemne Vow To do a murd'rous deede to rob a man To force a spotlesse Virgins Chastitie To reaue the Orphan of his Patrimonie To wring the Widdow from her custom'd right And haue no other reason for this wrong But that he was bound by a solemne Oath Qu. A subtle Traitor needs no Sophister King Call Buckingham and bid him arme himselfe Yorke Call Buckingham and all the friends thou hast I am resolu'd for death and dignitie Old Clif. The first I warrant thee if dreames proue true War You were best to go to bed and dreame againe To keepe thee from the Tempest of the field Old Clif. I am resolu'd to beare a greater storme Then any thou canst coniure vp to day And that I le write vpon thy Burgonet Might I but know thee by thy housed Badge War Now by my Fathers badge old Neuils Crest The rampant Beare chain'd to the ragged staffe This day I le weare aloft my Burgonet As on a Mountaine top the Cedar shewes That keepes his leaues inspight of any storme Euen io affright thee with the view thereof Old Clif. And from thy Burgonet I le
this strong right hand of mine Can plucke the Diadem from faint Henries head And wring the awefull Scepter from his Fist Were he as famous and as bold in Warre As he is fam'd for Mildnesse Peace and Prayer Rich. I know it well Lord Warwick blame me not 'T is loue I beare thy glories make me speake But in this troublous time what 's to be done Shall we go throw away our Coates of Steele And wrap our bodies in blacke mourning Gownes Numb'ring our Aue-Maries with our Beads Or shall we on the Helmets of our Foes Tell our Deuotion with reuengefull Armes If for the last say I and to it Lords War Why therefore Warwick came to seek you out And therefore comes my Brother Mountague Attend me Lords the proud insulting Queene With Clifford and the haught Northumberland And of their Feather many moe proud Birds Haue wrought the easie-melting King like Wax He swore consent to your Succession His Oath enrolled in the Parliament And now to London all the crew are gone To frustrate both his Oath and what beside May make against the house of Lancaster Their power I thinke is thirty thousand strong Now if the helpe of Norfolke and my selfe With all the Friends that thou braue Earle of March Among'st the louing Welshmen can'st procure Will but amount to fiue and twenty thousand Why Via to London will we march And once againe bestride our foaming Steeds And once againe cry Charge vpon our Foes But neuer once againe turne backe and flye Rich. I now me thinks I heare great Warwick speak Ne're may he liue to see a Sun-shine day That cries Retire if Warwicke bid him stay Ed. Lord Warwicke on thy shoulder will I leane And when thou failst as God forbid the houre Must Edward fall which perill heauen forefend War No longer Earle of March but Duke of Yorke The next degree is Englands Royall Throne For King of England shalt thou be proclaim'd In euery Burrough as we passe along And he that throwes not vp his cap for ioy Shall for the Fault make forfeit of his head King Edward valiant Richard Mountague Stay we no longer dreaming of Renowne But sound the Trumpets and about our Taske Rich. Then Clifford were thy heart as hard as Steele As thou hast shewne it flintie by thy deeds I come to pierce it or to giue thee mine Ed. Then strike vp Drums God and S. George for vs. Enter a Messenger War How now what newes Mes The Duke of Norfolke sends you word by me The Queene is comming with a puissant Hoast And craues your company for speedy counsell War Why then it sorts braue Warriors let 's away Exeunt Omnes Flourish Enter the King the Queene Clifford Northumand Yong Prince with Drumme and Trumpettes Qu. Welcome my Lord to this braue town of Yorke Yonder 's the head of that Arch-enemy That sought to be incompast with your Crowne Doth not the obiect cheere your heart my Lord. K. I as the rockes cheare them that feare their wrack To see this sight it irkes my very soule With-hold reuenge deere God 't is not my fault Nor wittingly haue I infring'd my Vow Clif. My gracious Liege this too much lenity And harmfull pitty must be layd aside To whom do Lyons cast their gentle Lookes Not to the Beast that would vsurpe their Den. Whose hand is that the Forrest Beare doth licke Not his that spoyles her yong before her face Who scapes the lurking Serpents mortall sting Not he that sets his foot vpon her backe The smallest Worme will turne being troden on And Doues will pecke in safegard of their Brood Ambitious Yorke did leuell at thy Crowne Thou smiling while he knit his angry browes He but a Duke would haue his Sonne a King And raise his issue like a louing Sire Thou being a King blest with a goodly sonne Did'st yeeld consent to disinherit him Which argued thee a most vnlouing Father Vnreasonable Creatures feed their young And though mans face be fearefull to their eyes Yet in protection of their tender ones Who hath not seene them euen with those wings Which sometime they haue vs'd with fearfull flight Make warre with him that climb'd vnto their nest Offering their owne liues in their yongs defence For shame my Liege make them your President Were it not pitty that this goodly Boy Should loose his Birth-right by his Fathers fault And long heereafter say vnto his childe What my great Grandfather and Grandsire got My carelesse Father fondly gaue away Ah what a shame were this Looke on the Boy And let his manly face which promiseth Successefull Fortune steele thy melting heart To hold thine owne and leaue thine owne with him King Full well hath Clifford plaid the Orator Inferring arguments of mighty force But Clifford tell me did'st thou neuer heare That things ill got had euer bad successe And happy alwayes was it for that Sonne Whose Father for his hoording went to hell I le leaue my Sonne my Vertuous deeds behinde And would my Father had left me no more For all the rest is held at such a Rate As brings a thousand fold more care to keepe Then in possession any iot of pleasure Ah Cosin Yorke would thy best Friends did know How it doth greeue me that thy head is heere Qu. My Lord cheere vp your spirits our foes are nye And this soft courage makes your Followers faint You promist Knighthood to our forward sonne Vnsheath your sword and dub him presently Edward kneele downe King Edward Plantagenet arise a Knight And learne this Lesson Draw thy Sword in right Prin. My gracious Father by your Kingly leaue I le draw it as Apparant to the Crowne And in that quarrell vse it to the death Clif. Why that is spoken like a toward Prince Enter a Messenger Mess Royall Commanders be in readinesse For with a Band of thirty thousand men Comes Warwicke backing of the Duke of Yorke And in the Townes as they do march along Proclaimes him King and many flye to him Darraigne your battell for they are at hand Clif. I would your Highnesse would depart the field The Queene hath best successe when you are absent Qu. I good my Lord and leaue vs to our Fortune King Why that 's my fortune too therefore I le stay North. Be it with resolution then to fight Prin. My Royall Father cheere these Noble Lords And hearten those that fight in your defence Vnsheath your Sword good Father Cry S. George March Enter Edward Warwicke Richard Clarence Norfolke Mountague and Soldiers Edw. Now periur'd Henry wilt thou kneel for grace And set thy Diadem vpon my head Or bide the mortall Fortune of the field Qu. Go rate thy Minions proud insulting Boy Becomes it thee to be thus bold in termes Before thy Soueraigne and thy lawfull King Ed. I am his King and he should bow his knee I was adopted Heire by his consent Cla. Since when his Oath is broke for as I heare You that are
it be so the first intergatory That my Nerrissa shall be sworne on is Whether till the next night she had rather stay Or goe to bed now being two houres to day But were the day come I should wish it darke Till I were couching with the Doctors Clarke Well while I liue I le feare no other thing So sore as keeping safe Nerrissas ring Exeunt FINIS As you Like it Actus primus Scoena Prima Enter Orlando and Adam Orlando AS I remember Adam it was vpon this fashion bequeathed me by will but poore a thousand Crownes and as thou saift charged my brother on his blessing to breed mee well and there begins my sadnesse My brother Iaques he keepes at schoole and report speakes goldenly of his profit for my part he keepes me rustically at home or to speak more properly staies me heere at home vnkept for call you that keeping for a gentleman of my birth that differs not from the stalling of an Oxe his horses are bred better for besides that they are faire with their feeding they are taught their mannage and to that end Riders deerely hir'd but I his brother gaine nothing vnder him but growth for the which his Animals on his dunghils are as much bound to him as I besides this nothing that he so plentifully giues me the something that nature gaue mee his countenance seemes to take from me hee lets mee feede with his Hindes barres mee the place of a brother and as much as in him lies mines my gentility with my education This is it Adam that grieues me and the spirit of my Father which I thinke is within mee begins to mutinie against this seruitude I will no longer endure it though yet I know no wise remedy how to auoid it Enter Oliuer Adam Yonder comes my Master your brother Orlan Goe a-part Adam and thou shalt heare how he will shake me vp Oli. Now Sir what make you heere Orl. Nothing I am not taught to make any thing Oli. What mar you then sir Orl. Marry sir I am helping you to mar that which God made a poore vnworthy brother of yours with idlenesse Oliuer Marry sir be better employed and be naught a while Orlan Shall I keepe your hogs and eat huskes with them what prodigall portion haue I spent that I should come to such penury Oli. Know you where you are sir Orl. O sir very well heere in your Orchard Oli. Know you before whom sir Orl. I better then him I am before knowes mee I know you are my eldest brother and in the gentle condition of bloud you should so know me the courtesie of nations allowes you my better in that you are the first borne but the same tradition takes not away my bloud were there twenty brothers betwixt vs I haue as much of my father in mee as you albeit I confesse your comming before me is neerer to his reuerence Oli. What Boy Orl. Come come elder brother you are too yong in this Oli. Wilt thou lay hands on me villaine Orl. I am no villaine I am the yongest sonne of Sir Rowland de Boys he was my father and he is thrice a villaine that saies such a father begot villaines wert thou not my brother I would not take this hand from thy throat till this other had puld out thy tongue for saying so thou hast raild on thy selfe Adam Sweet Masters bee patient for your Fathers remembrance be at accord Oli. Let me goe I say Orl. I will not till I please you shall heare mee my father charg'd you in his will to giue me good education you haue train'd me like a pezant obscuring and hiding from me all gentleman-like qualities the spirit of my father growes strong in mee and I will no longer endure it therefore allow me such exercises as may become a gentleman or giue mee the poore allottery my father left me by testament with that I will goe buy my fortunes Oli. And what wilt thou do beg when that is spent Well sir get you in I will not long be troubled with you you shall haue some part of your will I pray you leaue me Orl. I will no further offend you then becomes mee for my good Oli. Get you with him you olde dogge Adam Is old dogge my reward most true I haue lost my teeth in your seruice God be with my olde master he would not haue spoke such a word Ex. Orl. Ad. Oli. Is it euen so begin you to grow vpon me I will physicke your ranckenesse and yet giue no thousand crownes neyther holla Dennis Enter Dennis Den. Calls your worship Oli. Was not Charles the Dukes Wrastler heere to speake with me Den. So please you he is heere at the doore and importunes accesse to you Oli. Call him in 't will be a good way and to morrow the wrastling is Enter Charles Cha. Good morrow to your worship Oli. Good Mounsier Charles what 's the new newes at the new Court Charles There 's no newes at the Court Sir but the olde newes that is the old Duke is banished by his yonger brother the new Duke and three or foure louing Lords haue put themselues into voluntary exile with him whose lands and reuenues enrich the new Duke therefore he giues them good leaue to wander Oli. Can you tell if Rosalind the Dukes daughter bee banished with her Father Cha. O no for the Dukes daughter her Cosen so loues her being euer from their Cradles bred together that hee would haue followed her exile or haue died to stay behind her she is at the Court and no lesse beloued of her Vncle then his owne daughter and neuer two Ladies loued as they doe Oli. Where will the old Duke liue Cha. They say hee is already in the Forrest of Arden and a many merry men with him and there they liue like the old Robin Hood of England they say many yong Gentlemen flocke to him euery day and fleet the time carelesly as they did in the golden world Oli. What you wrastle to morrow before the new Duke Cha. Marry doe I sir and I came to acquaint you with a matter I am giuen sir secretly to vnderstand that your yonger brother Orlando hath a disposition to come in disguis'd against mee to try a fall to morrow sir I wrastle for my credit and hee that escapes me without some broken limbe shall acquit him well your brother is but young and tender and for your loue I would bee loth to foyle him as I must for my owne honour if hee come in therefore out of my loue to you I came hither to acquaint you withall that either you might stay him from his intendment or brooke such disgrace well as he shall runne into in that it is a thing of his owne search and altogether against my will Oli. Charles I thanke thee for thy loue to me which thou shalt finde I will most kindly require I had my selfe notice of my Brothers purpose heerein and haue
beene any Christome Child a parted eu'n iust betweene Twelue and One eu'n at the turning o' th' Tyde for after I saw him sumble with the Sheets and play with Flowers and smile vpon his fingers end I knew there was but one way for his Nose was as sharpe as a Pen and a Table of greene fields How now Sir Iohn quoth I what man be a good cheare so a cryed out God God God three or foure times now I to comfort him bid him a should not thinke of God I hop'd there was no neede to trouble himselfe with any such thoughts yet so a bad me lay more Clothes on his feet I put my hand into the Bed and felt them and they were as cold as any stone then I felt to his knees and so vp-peer'd and vpward and all was as cold as any stone Nim. They say he cryed out of Sack Hostesse I that a did Bard. And of Women Hostesse Nay that a did not Boy Yes that a did and said they were Deules incarnate Woman A could neuer abide Carnation 't was a Colour he neuer lik'd Boy A said once the Deule would haue him about Women Hostesse A did in some sort indeed handle Women but then hee was rumatique and talk'd of the Whore of Babylon Boy Doe you not remember a saw a Flea sticke vpon Bardolphs Nose and a said it was a blacke Soule burning in Hell Bard. Well the fuell is gone that maintain'd that fire that 's all the Riches I got in his seruice Nim. Shall wee shogg the King will be gone from Southampton Pist Come let 's away My Loue giue me thy Lippes Looke to my Chattels and my Moueables Let Sences rule The world is Pitch and pay trust none for Oathes are Strawes mens Faiths are Wafer-Cakes and hold-fast is the onely Dogge My Ducke therefore Caueto bee thy Counsailor Goe cleare thy Chrystalls Yoke-fellowes in Armes let vs to France like Horse-leeches my Boyes to sucke to sucke the very blood to sucke Boy And that 's but vnwholesome food they say Pist Touch her soft mouth and march Bard. Farwell Hostesse Nim. I cannot kisse that is the humor of it but adieu Pist Let Huswiferie appeare keepe close I thee command Hostesse Farwell adieu Exeunt Flourish Enter the French King the Dolphin the Dukes of Berry and Britaine King Thus comes the English with full power vpon vs And more then carefully it vs concernes To answer Royally in our defences Therefore the Dukes of Berry and of Britaine Of Brabant and of Orleance shall make forth And you Prince Dolphin with all swift dispatch To lyne and new repayre our Townes of Warre With men of courage and with meanes defendant For England his approaches makes as fierce As Waters to the sucking of a Gulfe It fits vs then to be as prouident As feare may teach vs out of late examples Left by the fatall and neglected English Vpon our fields Dolphin My most redoubted Father It is most meet we arme vs ' gainst the Foe For Peace it selfe should not so dull a Kingdome Though War nor no knowne Quarrel were in question But that Defences Musters Preparations Should be maintain'd assembled and collected As were a Warre in expectation Therefore I say 't is meet we all goe forth To view the sick and feeble parts of France And let vs doe it with no shew of feare No with no more then if we heard that England Were busied with a Whitson Morris-dance For my good Liege shee is so idly King'd Her Scepter so phantastically borne By a vaine giddie shallow humorous Youth That feare attends her not Const. O peace Prince Dolphin You are too much mistaken in this King Question your Grace the late Embassadors With what great State he heard their Embassie How well supply'd with Noble Councellors How modest in exception and withall How terrible in constant resolution And you shall find his Vanities fore-spent Were but the out-side of the Roman Brutus Couering Discretion with a Coat of Folly As Gardeners doe with Ordure hide those Roots That shall first spring and be most delicate Dolphin Well 't is not so my Lord High Constable But though we thinke it so it is no matter In cases of defence 't is best to weigh The Enemie more mightie then he seemes So the proportions of defence are fill'd Which of a weake and niggardly proiection Doth like a Miser spoyle his Coat with scanting A little Cloth King Thinke we King Harry strong And Princes looke you strongly arme to meet him The Kindred of him hath beene flesht vpon vs And he is bred out of that bloodie straine That haunted vs in our familiar Pathes Witnesse our too much memorable shame When Cressy Battell fatally was strucke And all our Princes captiu'd by the hand Of that black Name Edward black Prince of Wales Whiles that his Mountaine Sire on Mountaine standing Vp in the Ayre crown'd with the Golden Sunne Saw his Heroicall Seed and smil'd to see him Mangle the Worke of Nature and deface The Patternes that by God and by French Fathers Had twentie yeeres been made This is a Stem Of that Victorious Stock and let vs feare The Natiue mightinesse and fate of him Enter a Messenger Mess Embassadors from Harry King of England Doe craue admittance to your Maiestie King Wee le giue them present audience Goe and bring them You see this Chase is hotly followed friends Dolphin Turne head and stop pursuit for coward Dogs Most spend their mouths whē what they seem to threaten Runs farre before them Good my Soueraigne Take vp the English short and let them know Of what a Monarchie you are the Head Selfe-loue my Liege is not so vile a sinne As selfe-neglecting Enter Exeter King From our Brother of England Exe. From him and thus he greets your Maiestie He wills you in the Name of God Almightie That you deuest your selfe and lay apart The borrowed Glories that by gift of Heauen By Law of Nature and of Nations longs To him and to his Heires namely the Crowne And all wide-stretched Honors that pertaine By Custome and the Ordinance of Times Vnto the Crowne of France that you may know 'T is no sinister nor no awk-ward Clayme Pickt from the worme-holes of long-vanisht dayes Nor from the dust of old Obliuion rakt He sends you this most memorable Lyne In euery Branch truly demonstratiue Willing you ouer-looke this Pedigree And when you find him euenly deriu'd From his most fam'd of famous Ancestors Edward the third he bids you then resigne Your Crowne and Kingdome indirectly held From him the Natiue and true Challenger King Or else what followes Exe. Bloody constraint for if you hide the Crowne Euen in your hearts there will he rake for it Therefore in fierce Tempest is he comming In Thunder and in Earth-quake like a Ioue That if requiring faile he will compell And bids you in the Bowels of the Lord Deliuer vp the Crowne and to take mercie On the poore Soules
Story That I may prompt them and of such as haue I humbly pray them to admit th' excuse Of time of numbers and due course of things Which cannot in their huge and proper life Be here presented Now we beare the King Toward Callice Graunt him there there seene Heaue him away vpon your winged thoughts Athwart the Sea Behold the English beach Pales in the flood with Men Wiues and Boyes Whose shouts claps out-voyce the deep-mouth'd Sea Which like a mightie Whiffler 'fore the King Seemes to prepare his way So let him land And solemnly see him set on to London So swift a pace hath Thought that euen now You may imagine him vpon Black-Heath Where that his Lords desire him to haue borne His bruised Helmet and his bended Sword Before him through the Citie he forbids it Being free from vain-nesse and selfe-glorious pride Giuing full Trophee Signall and Ostent Quite from himselfe to God But now behold In the quick Forge and working-house of Thought How London doth powre out her Citizens The Maior and all his Brethren in best sort Like to the Senatours of th' antique Rome With the Plebeians swarming at their heeles Goe forth and fetch their Conqu'ring Caesar in As by a lower but by louing likelyhood Were now the Generall of our gracious Empresse As in good time he may from Ireland comming Bringing Rebellion broached on his Sword How many would the peacefull Citie quit To welcome him much more and much more cause Did they this Harry Now in London place him As yet the lamentation of the French Inuites the King of Englands stay at home The Emperour 's comming in behalfe of France To order peace betweene them and omit All the occurrences what euer chanc't Till Harryes backe returne againe to France There must we bring him and my selfe haue play'd The interim by remembring you 't is past Then brooke abridgement and your eyes aduance After your thoughts straight backe againe to France Exit Enter Fluellen and Gower Gower Nay that 's right but why weare you your Leeke to day S. Dauies day is past Flu. There is occasions and causes why and wherefore in all things I will tell you asse my friend Captaine Gower the rascally scauld beggerly lowsie pragging Knaue Pistoll which you and your selfe and all the World know to be no petter then a fellow looke you now of no merits hee is come to me and prings me pread and sault yesterday looke you and bid me eate my Leeke it was in a place where I could not breed no contention with him but I will be so bold as to weare it in my Cap till I see him once againe and then I will tell him a little piece of my desires Enter Pistoll Gower Why heere hee comes swelling like a Turky-cock Flu. 'T is no matter for his swellings nor his Turky-cocks God plesse you aunchient Pistoll you scuruie lowsie Knaue God plesse you Pist Ha art thou bedlam doest thou thirst base Troian to haue me fold vp Parcas fatall Web Hence I am qualmish at the smell of Leeke Flu. I peseech you heartily scuruie lowsie Knaue at my desires and my requests and my petitions to eate looke you this Leeke because looke you you doe not loue it nor your affections and your appetites and your disgestions doo's not agree with it I would desire you to eate it Pist Not for Cadwallader and all his Goats Flu. There is one Goat for you Strikes him Will you be so good scauld Knaue as eate it Pist Base Troian thou shalt dye Flu. You say very true scauld Knaue when Gods will is I will desire you to liue in the meane time and eate your Victuals come there is sawce for it You call'd me yesterday Mountaine-Squier but I will make you to day a squire of low degree I pray you fall too if you can mocke a Leeke you can eate a Leeke Gour. Enough Captaine you haue astonisht him Flu. I say I will make him eate some part of my leeke or I will peate his pate foure dayes bite I pray you it is good for your greene wound and your ploodie Coxecombe Pist Must I bite Flu. Yes certainly and out of doubt and out of question too and ambiguities Pist By this Leeke I will most horribly reuenge I eate and eate I sweare Flu. Eate I pray you will you haue some more sauce to your Leeke there is not enough Leeke to sweare by Pist Quâ—et thy Cudgell thou dost see I eate Flu. Much good do you scald knaue heartily Nay pray you throw none away the skinne is good for your broken Coxcombe when you take occasions to see Leekes heereafter I pray you mocke at 'em that is all Pist Good Flu. I Leekes is good hold you there is a groat to heale your pate Pist Me a groat Flu Yes verily and in truth you shall take it or I haue another Leeke in my pocket which you shall eate Pist I take thy groat in earnest of reuenge Flu. If I owe you any thing I will pay you in Cudgels you shall be a Woodmonger and buy nothing of me but cudgels God bu'y you and keepe you heale your pate Exit Pist All hell shall stirre for this Gow Go go you are a counterfeit cowardly Knaue will you mocke at an ancient Tradition began vppon an honourable respect and worne as a memorable Trophee of predeceased valor and dare not auouch in your deeds any of your words I haue seene you gleeking galling at this Gentleman twice or thrice You thought because he could not speake English in the natiue garb he could not therefore handle an English Cudgell you finde it otherwise and henceforth let a Welsh correction teach you a good English condition fare ye well Exit Pist Doeth fortune play the huswife with me now Newes haue I that my Doll is dead i' th Spittle of a malady of France and there my rendeuous is quite cut off Old I do waxe and from my wearie limbes honour is Cudgeld Well Baud I le turne and something leane to Cut-purse of quicke hand To England will I steale and there I le steale And patches will I get vnto these cudgeld scarres And swore I got them in the Gallia warres Exit Enter at one doore King Henry Exeter Bedford Warwicke and other Lords At another Queene Isabel the King the Duke of Bourgougne and other French King Peace to this meeting wherefore we are met Vnto our brother France and to our Sister Health and faire time of day Ioy and good wishes To our most faire and Princely Cosine Katherine And as a branch and member of this Royalty By whom this great assembly is contriu'd We do salute you Duke oâ— Burgogne And Princes French and Peeres health to you all 〈◊〉 Right ioyous are we to behold your face Most worthy brother England fairely met So are you Princes English euery one Quee. So happy be the Issue brother Ireland Of this good day and of this gracious meeting
her then being a Maid yet ros'd ouer with the Virgin Crimson of Modestie if shee deny the apparance of a naked blinde Boy in her naked seeing selfe It were my Lord a hard Condition for a Maid to consigne to King Yet they doe winke and yeeld as Loue is blind and enforces Burg. They are then excus'd my Lord when they see not what they doe King Then good my Lord teach your Cousin to consent winking Burg. I will winke on her to consent my Lord if you will teach her to know my meaning for Maides well Summer'd and warme kept are like Flyes at Bartholomew-tyde blinde though they haue their eyes and then they will endure handling which before would not abide looking on King This Morall tyes me ouer to Time and a hot Summer and so I shall catch the Flye your Cousin in the latter end and shee must be blinde to Burg. As Loue is my Lord before it loues King It is so and you may some of you thanke Loue for my blindnesse who cannot see many a faire French Citie for one faire French Maid that stands in my way French King Yes my Lord you see them perspectiuely the Cities turn'd into a Maid for they are all gyrdled with Maiden Walls that Warre hath entred England Shall Kate be my Wife France So please you England I am content so the Maiden Cities you talke of may wait on her so the Maid that stood in the way for my Wish shall shew me the way to my Will France Wee haue consented to all tearmes of reason England Is' t so my Lords of England West The King hath graunted euery Article His Daughter first and in sequele all According to their firme proposed natures Exet. Onely he hath not yet subscribed this Where your Maiestie demands That the King of France hauing any occasion to write for matter of Graunt shall name your Highnesse in this forme and with this addition in French Nostre trescher filz Henry Roy d' Angleterre Heretere de Fraunce and thus in Latine Praeclarissimus Filius noster Henricus Rex Angliae Heres Franciae France Nor this I haue not Brother so deny'd But your request shall make me let it passe England I pray you then in loue and deare allyance Let that one Article ranke with the rest And thereupon giue me your Daughter France Take her faire Sonne and from her blood rayse vp Issue to me that the contending Kingdomes Of France and England whose very shoares looke pale With enuy of each others happinesse May cease their hatred and this deare Coniunction Plant Neighbour-hood and Christian-like accord In their sweet Bosomes that neuer Warre aduance His bleeding Sword 'twixt England and faire France Lords Amen King Now welcome Kate and beare me witnesse all That here I kisse her as my Soueraigne Queene Flourish Quee. God the best maker of all Marriages Combine your hearts in one your Realmes in one As Man and Wife being two are one in loue So be there 'twixt your Kingdomes such a Spousall That neuer may ill Office or fell Iealousie Which troubles oft the Bed of blessed Marriage Thrust in betweene the Pation of these Kingdomes To make diuorce of their incorporate League That English may as French French Englishmen Receiue each other God speake this Amen All. Amen King Prepare we for our Marriage on which day My Lord of Burgundy wee 'le take your Oath And all the Peeres for suretie of our Leagues Then shall I sweare to Kate and you to me And may our Oathes well kept and prosp'rous be Senet Exeunt Enter Chorus Thus farre with rough and all-vnable Pen Our bending Author hath pursu'd the Story In little roome confining mightie men Mangling by starts the full course of their glory Small time but in that small most greatly liued This Starre of England Fortune made his Sword By which the Worlds best Garden he atchieued And of it left his Sonne Imperiall Lord. Henry the Sixt in Infant Bands crown'd King Of France and England did this King succeed Whose State so many had the managing That they lost France and made his England bleed Which oft our Stage hath showne and for their sake In your faire minds let this acceptance take FINIS The first Part of Henry the Sixt. Actus Primus Scoena Prima Dead March Enter the Funerall of King Henry the Fift attended on by the Duke of Bedford Regent of France the Duke of Gloster Protector the Duke of Exeter Warwicke the Bishop of Winchester and the Duke of Somerset Bedford HVng be y e heauens with black yield day to night Comets importing change of Times and States Brandish your crystall Tresses in the Skie And with them scourge the bad reuolting Stars That haue consented vnto Henries death King Henry the Fift too famous to liue long England ne're lost a King of so much worth Glost England ne're had a King vntill his time Vertue he had deseruing to command His brandisht Sword did blinde men with his beames His Armes spred wider then a Dragons Wings His sparkling Eyes repleat with wrathfull fire More dazled and droue back his Enemies Then mid-day Sunne fierce bent against their faces What should I say his Deeds exceed all speech He ne're lift vp his Hand but conquered Exe. We mourne in black why mourn we not in blood Henry is dead and neuer shall reuiue Vpon a Woodden Coffin we attend And Deaths dishonourable Victorie We with our stately presence glorifie Like Captiues bound to a Triumphant Carre What shall we curse the Planets of Mishap That plotted thus our Glories ouerthrow Or shall we thinke the subtile-witted French Coniurers and Sorcerers that afraid of him By Magick Verses haue contriu'd his end Winch. He was a King blest of the King of Kings Vnto the French the dreadfull Iudgement-Day So dreadfull will not be as was his sight The Battailes of the Lord of Hosts he fought The Churches Prayers made him so prosperous Glost The Church where is it Had not Church-men pray'd His thred of Life had not so soone decay'd None doe you like but an effeminate Prince Whom like a Schoole-boy you may ouer-awe Winch. Gloster what ere we like thou art Protector And lookest to command the Prince and Realme Thy Wife is prowd she holdeth thee in awe More then God or Religious Church-men may Glost Name not Religion for thou lou'st the Flesh And ne're throughout the yeere to Church thou go'st Except it be to pray against thy foes Bed Cease cease these Iarres rest your minds in peace Let 's to the Altar Heralds wayt on vs In stead of Gold wee 'le offer vp our Armes Since Armes auayle not now that Henry's dead Posteritie await for wretched yeeres When at their Mothers moistned eyes Babes shall suck Our Ile be made a Nourish of salt Teares And none but Women left to wayle the dead Henry the Fift thy Ghost I inuocate Prosper this Realme keepe it from Ciuill Broyles Combat with aduerse
for my Lady craues To know the cause of your abrupt departure Talb. Marry for that shee 's in a wrong beleefe I goe to certifie her Talbot's here Enter Porter with Keyes Count. If thou be he then art thou Prisoner Talb. Prisoner to whom Count. To me blood-thirstie Lord And for that cause I trayn'd thee to my House Long time thy shadow hath been thrall to me For in my Gallery thy Picture hangs But now the substance shall endure the like And I will chayne these Legges and Armes of thine That hast by Tyrannie these many yeeres Wasted our Countrey slaine our Citizens And sent our Sonnes and Husbands captiuate Talb. Ha ha ha Count. Laughest thou Wretch Thy mirth shall turne to moane Talb. I laugh to see your Ladyship so fond To thinke that you haue ought but Talbots shadow Whereon to practise your seueritie Count. Why art not thou the man Talb. I am indeede Count. Then haue I substance too Talb. No no I am but shadow of my selfe You are deceiu'd my substance is not here For what you see is but the smallest part And least proportion of Humanitie I tell you Madame were the whole Frame here It is of such a spacious loftie pitch Your Roofe were not sufficient to contayn't Count. This is a Riddling Merchant for the nonce He will be here and yet he is not here How can these contrarieties agree Talb. That will I shew you presently Winds his Horne Drummes strike vp a Peale of Ordenance Enter Souldiors How say you Madame are you now perswaded That Talbot is but shadow of himselfe These are his substance sinewes armes and strength With which he yoaketh your rebellious Neckes Razeth your Cities and subuerts your Townes And in a moment makes them desolate Count. Victorious Talbot pardon my abuse I finde thou art no lesse then Fame hath bruited And more then may be gathered by thy shape Let my presumption not prouoke thy wrath For I am sorry that with reuerence I did not entertaine thee as thou art Talb. Be not dismay'd faire Lady nor misconster The minde of Talbot as you did mistake The outward composition of his body What you haue done hath not offended me Nor other satisfaction doe I craue But onely with your patience that we may Taste of your Wine and see what Cates you haue For Souldiers stomacks alwayes serue them well Count. With all my heart and thinke me honored To feast so great a Warrior in my House Exeunt Enter Richard Plantagenet Warwick Somerset Poole and others Yorke Great Lords and Gentlemen What meanes this silence Dare no man answer in a Case of Truth Suff. Within the Temple Hall we were too lowd The Garden here is more conuenient York Then say at once if I maintain'd the Truth Or else was wrangling Somerset in th' error Suff. Faith I haue beene a Traunt in the Law And neuer yet could frame my will to it And therefore frame the Law vnto my will Som. Iudge you my Lord of Warwicke then betweene vs. War Between two Hawks which flyes the higher pitch Between two Dogs which hath the deeper mouth Between two Blades which beares the better temper Between two Horses which doth beare him best Between two Girles which hath the merryest eye I haue perhaps some shallow spirit of Judgement But in these nice sharpe Quillets of the Law Good faith I am no wiser then a Daw. York Tut tut here is a mannerly forbearance The truth appeares so naked on my side That any purblind eye may find it out Som. And on my side it is so well apparrell'd So cleare so shining and so euident That it will glimmer through a blind-mans eye York Since you are tongue-ty'd and so loth to speake In dumbe significants proclayme your thoughts Let him that is a true-borne Gentleman And stands vpon the honor of his birth If he suppose that I haue pleaded truth From off this Bryer pluck a white Rose with me Som. Let him that is no Coward nor no Flatterer But dare maintaine the partie of the truth Pluck a red Rose from off this Thorne with me War I loue no Colours and without all colour Of base insinuating flatterie I pluck this white Rose with Plantagenet Suff. I pluck this red Rose with young Somerset And say withall I thinke he held the right Vernon Stay Lords and Gentlemen and pluck no more Till you conclude that he vpon whose side The fewest Roses are cropt from the Tree Shall yeeld the other in the right opinion Som. Good Master Vernon it is well obiected If I haue fewest I subscribe in silence York And I. Vernon Then for the truth and plainnesse of the Case I pluck this pale and Maiden Blossome here Giuing my Verdict on the white Rose side Som. Prick not your finger as you pluck it off Least bleeding you doe paint the white Rose red And fall on my side so against your will Vernon If I my Lord for my opinion bleed Opinion shall be Surgeon to my hurt And keepe me on the side where still I am Som. Well well come on who else Lawyer Vnlesse my Studie and my Bookes be false The argument you held was wrong in you In signe whereof I pluck a white Rose too Yorke Now Somerset where is your argument Som. Here in my Scabbard meditating that Shall dye your white Rose in a bloody red Yorke Meane time your cheeks do counterfeit our Roses For pale they looke with feare as witnessing The truth on our side Som. No Plantagenet 'T is not for scare but anger that thy cheekes Blush for pure shame to counterfeit our Roses And yet thy tongue will not confesse thy error Yorke Hath not thy Rose a Canker Somerset Som. Hath not thy Rose a Thorne Plantagenet Yorke I sharpe and piercing to maintaine his truth Whiles thy consuming Canker eates his falsehood Som. Well I le find friends to weare my bleeding Roses That shall maintaine what I haue said is true Where false Plantagenet dare not be seene Yorke Now by this Maiden Blossome in my hand I scorne thee and thy fashion peeuish Boy Suff. Turne not thy scornes this way Plantagenet York Prowd Poole I will and scorne both him and thee Suff. I le turne my part thereof into thy throat Som. Away away good William de la Poole We grace the Yeoman by conuersing with him Warw. Now by Gods will thou wrong'st him Somerset His Grandfather was Lyonel Duke of Clarence Third Sonne to the third Edward King of England Spring Crestlesse Yeomen from so deepe a Root Yorke He beares him on the place's Priuiledge Or durst not for his crauen heart say thus Som. By him that made me I le maintaine my words On any Plot of Ground in Christendome Was not thy Father Richard Earle of Cambridge For Treason executed in our late Kings dayes And by his Treason stand'st not thou attainted Corrupted and exempt from ancient Gentry His Trespas yet liues guiltie in thy blood And till thou be
return'd againe That dog'd the mighty Army of the Dolphin Mess They are return'd my Lord and giue it out That he is march'd to Burdeaux with his power To fight with Talbot as he march'd along By your espyals were discouered Two mightier Troopes then that the Dolphin led Which ioyn'd with him and made their march for Burdeaux Yorke A plague vpon that Villaine Somerset That thus delayes my promised supply Of horsemen that were leuied for this siege Renowned Talbot doth expect my ayde And I am lowted by a Traitor Villaine And cannot helpe the noble Cheualier God comfort him in this necessity If he miscarry farewell Warres in France Enter another Messenger 2. Mes Thou Princely Leader of our English strength Neuer so needfull on the earth of France Spurre to the rescue of the Noble Talbot Who now is girdled with a waste of Iron And hem'd about with grim destruction To Burdeaux warlike Duke to Burdeaux Yorke Else farwell Talbot France and Englands honor Yorke O God that Somerset who in proud heart Doth stop my Cornets were in Talbots place So should wee saue a valiant Gentleman By forteyting a Traitor and a Coward Mad ire and wrathfull fury makes me weepe That thus we dye while remisse Traitors sleepe Mes O send some succour to the distrest Lord. Yorke He dies we loose I breake my warlike word We mourne France smiles We loose they dayly get All long of this vile Traitor Somerset Mes Then God take mercy on braue Talbots soule And on his Sonne yong Iohn who two houres since I met in trauaile toward his warlike Father This seuen yeeres did not Talbot see his sonne And now they meete where both their liues are done Yorke Alas what ioy shall noble Talbot haue To bid his yong sonne welcome to his Graue Away vexation almost stoppes my breath That sundred friends greete in the houre of death Lucie farewell no more my fortune can But curse the cause I cannot ayde the man Maine Bloys Poytiers and Toures are wonne away Long all of Somerset and his delay Exit Mes Thus while the Vulture of sedition Feedes in the bosome of such great Commanders Sleeping neglection doth betray to losse The Conquest of our scarse-cold Conqueror That euer-liuing man of Memorie Henrie the fift Whiles they each other crosse Liues Honours Lands and all hurrie to losse Enter Somerset with his Armie Som. It is too late I cannot send them now This expedition was by Yorke and Talbot Too rashly plotted All our generall force Might with a sally of the very Towne Be buckled with the ouer-daring Talbot Hath sullied all his glosse of former Honor By this vnheedfull desperate wilde aduenture Yorke set him on to fight and dye in shame That Talbot dead great Yorke might beare the name Cap. Heere is Sir William Lucie who with me Set from our ore-matcht forces forth for ayde Som. How now Sir William whether were you sent Lu. Whether my Lord from bought sold L. Talbot Who ring'd about with bold aduersitie Cries out for noble Yorke and Somerset To beate assayling death from his weake Regions And whiles the honourable Captaine there Drops bloody swet from his warre-wearied limbes And in aduantage lingring lookes for rescue You his false hopes the trust of Englands honor Keepe off aloofe with worthlesse emulation Let not your priuate discord keepe away The leuied succours that should lend him ayde While he renowned Noble Gentleman Yeeld vp his life vnto a world of oddes Orleance the Bastard Charles Burgundie Alanson Reignard compasse him about And Talbot perisheth by your default Som. Yorke set him on Yorke should haue sent him ayde Luc. And Yorke as fast vpon your Grace exclaimes Swearing that you with-hold his leuied hoast Collected for this expidition Som. York lyes He might haue sent had the Horse I owe him little Dutie and lesse Loue And take foule scorne to fawne on him by sending Lu. The fraud of England not the force of France Hath now intrapt the Noble-minded Talbot Neuer to England shall he beare his life But dies betraid to fortune by your strife Som. Come go I will dispatch the Horsemen strait Within sixe houres they will be at his ayde Lu. Too late comes rescue he is tane or slaine For flye he could not if he would haue fled And flye would Talbot neuer though he might Som. If he be dead braue Talbot then adieu Lu. His Fame liues in the world His Shame in you Exeunt Enter Talbot and his Sonne Tal. O yong Iohn Talbot I did send for thee To tutor thee in stratagems of Warre That Talbots name might be in thee reuiu'd When saplesse Age and weake vnable limbes Should bring thy Father to his drooping Chaire But O malignant and ill-boading Starres Now thou art come vnto a Feast of death A terrible and vnauoyded danger Therefore deere Boy mount on my swiftest horse And I le direct thee how thou shalt escape By sodaine flight Come dally not be gone Iohn Is my name Talbot and am I your Sonne And shall I flye O if you loue my Mother Dishonor not her Honorable Name To make a Bastard and a Slaue of me The World will say he is not Talbots blood That basely fled when Noble Talbot stood Talb. Flye to reuenge my death if I be slaine Iohn He that flyes so will ne're returne againe Talb. If we both stay we both are sure to dye Iohn Then let me stay and Father doe you flye Your losse is great so your regard should be My worth vnknowne no losse is knowne in me Vpon my death the French can little boast In yours they will in you all hopes are lost Flight cannot stayne the Honor you haue wonne But mine it will that no Exploit haue done You fled for Vantage euery one will sweare But if I bow they 'le say it was for feare There is no hope that euer I will stay If the first howre I shrinke and run away Here on my knee I begge Mortalitie Rather then Life preseru'd with Infamie Talb. Shall all thy Mothers hopes lye in one Tombe Iohn I rather then I le shame my Mothers Wombe Talb. Vpon my Blessing I command thee goe Iohn To fight I will but not to flye the Foe Talb. Part of thy Father may be sau'd in thee Iohn No part of him but will be shame in mee Talb. Thou neuer hadst Renowne nor canst not lose it Iohn Yes your renowned Name shall flight abuse it Talb. Thy Fathers charge shal cleare thee from y t staine Iohn You cannot witnesse for me being slaine If Death be so apparant then both flye Talb. And leaue my followers here to fight and dye My Age was neuer tainted with such shame Iohn And shall my Youth be guiltie of such blame No more can I be seuered from your side Then can your selfe your selfe in twaine diuide Stay goe doe what you will the like doe I For liue I will not if my Father dye Talb. Then here I take
As thou art Knight neuer to disobey Nor be Rebellious to the Crowne of England Thou nor thy Nobles to the Crowne of England So now dismisse your Army when ye please Hang vp your Ensignes let your Drummes be still For heere we entertaine a solemne peace Exeunt Actus Quintus Enter Suffolke in conference with the King Glocester and Exeter King Your wondrous rare description noble Earle Of beauteous Margaret hath astonish'd me Her vertues graced with externall gifts Do breed Loues setled passions in my heart And like as rigour of tempestuous gustes Prouokes the mightiest Hulke against the tide So am I driuen by breath of her Renowne Either to suffer Shipwracke or arriue Where I may haue fruition of her Loue. Suf. Tush my good Lord this superficiall tale Is but a preface of her worthy praise The cheefe perfections of that louely Dame Had I sufficient skill to vtter them Would make a volume of inticing lines Able to rauish any dull conceit And which is more she is not so Diuine So full repleate with choice of all delights But with as humble lowlinesse of minde She is content to be at your command Command I meane of Vertuous chaste intents To Loue and Honor Henry as her Lord. King And otherwise will Henry ne're presume Therefore my Lord Protector giue consent That Marg'ret may be Englands Royall Queene Glo. So should I giue consent to flatter sinne You know my Lord your Highnesse is betroath'd Vnto another Lady of esteeme How shall we then dispense with that contract And not deface your Honor with reproach Suf. As doth a Ruler with vnlawfull Oathes Or one that at a Triumph hauing vow'd To try his strength forsaketh yet the Listes By reason of his Aduersaries oddes A poore Earles daughter is vnequall oddes And therefore may be broâ—e without offence Gloucester Why what I pray is Margaret more then that Her Father is no better than an Earle Although in glorious Titles he excell Suf. Yes my Lord her Father is a King The King of Naples and Ierusalem And of such great Authoritie in France As his alliance will confirme our peace And keepe the Frenchmen in Allegeance Glo. And so the Earle of Arminacke may doe Because he is neere Kinsman vnto Charles Exet. Beside his wealth doth warrant a liberal dower Where Reignier sooner will receyue than giue Suf. A Dowre my Lords Disgrace not so your King That he should be so abiect base and poore To choose for wealth and not for perfect Loue. Henry is able to enrich his Queene And not to seeke a Queene to make him rich So worthlesse Pezants bargaine for their Wiues As Market men for Oxen Sheepe or Horse Marriage is a matter of more worth Then to be dealt in by Atturney-ship Not whom we will but whom his Grace affects Must be companion of his Nuptiall bed And therefore Lords since he affects her most Most of all these reasons bindeth vs In our opinions she should be preferr'd For what is wedloeke forced but a Hell An Age of discord and continuall strife Whereas the contrarie bringeth blisse And is a patterne of Celestiall peace Whom should we match with Henry being a King But Margaret that is daughter to a King Her peerelesse feature ioyned with her birth Approues her sit for none but for a King Her valiant courage and vndaunted spirit More then in women commonly is seene Will answer our hope in issue of a King For Henry sonne vnto a Conqueror Is likely to beget more Conquerors If with a Lady of so high resolue As is faire Margaret he be link'd in loue Then yeeld my Lords and heere conclude with mee That Margaret shall be Queene and none but shee King Whether it be through force of your report My Noble Lord of Suffolke Or for that My tender youth was neuer yet attaint With any passion of inflaming Ioue I cannot tell but this I am assur'd I feele such sharpe dissention in my breast Such fierce alarums both of Hope and Feare As I am sicke with working of my thoughts Take therefore shipping poste my Lord to France Agree to any couenants and procure That Lady Margaret do vouchsafe to come To crosse the Seas to England and be crown'd King Henries faithfull and annointed Queene For your expences and sufficient charge Among the people gather vp a tenth Be gone I say for till you do returne I rest perplexed with a thousand Cares And you good Vnckle banish all offence If you do censure me by what you were Not what you are I know it will excuse This sodaine execution of my will And so conduct me where from company I may reuolue and ruminate my greefe Exit Glo. I greefe I feare me both at first and last Exit Glocester Suf. Thus Suffolke hath preuail'd and thus he goes As did the youthfull Paris once to Greece With hope to finde the like euent in loue But prosper better than the Troian did Margaret shall now be Queene and rule the King But I will rule both her the King and Realme Exit FINIS The second Part of Henry the Sixt with the death of the Good Duke HVMFREY Actus Primus Scoena Prima Flourish of Trumpets Then Hoboyes Enter King Duke Humfrey Salisbury Warwicke and Beauford on the one side The Queene Suffolke Yorke Somerset and Buckingham on the other Suffolke AS by your high Imperiall Maiesty I had in charge at my depart for France As Procurator to your Excellence To marry Princes Margaret for your Grace So in the Famous Ancient City Toures In presence of the Kings of France and Sicill The Dukes of Orleance Calaber Britaigne and Alanson Seuen Earles twelue Barons twenty reuerend Bishops I haue perform'd my Taske and was espous'd And humbly now vpon my bended knee In sight of England and her Lordly Peeres Deliuer vp my Title in the Queene To your most gracious hands that are the Substance Of that great Shadow I did represent The happiest Gift that euer Marquesse gaue The Fairest Queene that euer King receiu'd King Suffolke arise Welcome Queene Margaret I can expresse no kinder signe of Loue Then this kinde kisse O Lord that lends me life Lend me a heart repleate with thankfulnesse For thou hast giuen me in this beauteous Face A world of earthly blessings to my soule If Simpathy of Loue vnite our thoughts Queen Great King of England my gracious Lord The mutuall conference that my minde hath had By day by night waking and in my dreames In Courtly company or at my Beades With you mine Alder liefest Soueraigne Makes me the bolder to salute my King With ruder termes such as my wit affoords And ouer ioy of heart doth minister King Her sight did rauish but her grace in Speech Her words yclad with wisedomes Maiesty Makes me from Wondring fall to Weeping ioyes Such is the Fulnesse of my hearts content Lords with one cheerefull voice Welcome my Loue. All kneel Long liue Qu. Margaret Englands happines Queene We thanke
you all Florish Suf. My Lord Protector so it please your Grace Heere are the Articles of contracted peace Betweene our Soueraigne and the French King Charles For eighteene moneths concluded by consent Clo. Reads Inprimis It is agreed betweene the French K. Charles and William de la Pole Marquesse of Suffolke Ambassador for Henry King of England That the said Henry shal espouse the Lady Margaret daughter vnto Reignier King of Naples Sicillia and Ierusalem and Crowne her Queene of England ere the thirtieth of May next ensuing Item That the Dutchy of Aniou and the County of Main shall be released and deliuered to the King her father King Vnkle how now Glo. Pardon me gracious Lord Some sodaine qualme hath strucke me at the heart And dim'd mine eyes that I can reade no further King Vnckle of Winchester I pray read on Win. Item It is further agreed betweene them That the Dutchesse of Aniou and Maine shall be released and deliuered ouer to the King her Father and shee sent ouer of the King of Englands owne proper Cost and Charges without hauing any Dowry King They please vs well Lord Marques kneel down We heere create thee the first Duke of Suffolke And girt thee with the Sword Cosin of Yorke We heere discharge your Grace from being Regent I' th parts of France till terme of eighteene Moneths Be full expyr'd Thankes Vncle Winchester Gloster Yorke Buckingham Somerset Salisburie and Warwicke We thanke you all for this great fauour done In entertainment to my Princely Queene Come let vs in and with all speede prouide To see her Coronation be perform'd Exit King Queene and Suffolke Manet the rest Glo. Braue Peeres of England Pillars of the State To you Duke Humfrey must vnload his greefe Your greefe the common greefe of all the Land What did my brother Henry spend his youth His valour coine and people in the warres Did he so often lodge in open field In Winters cold and Summers parching heate To conquer France his true inheritance And did my brother Bedford toyle his wits To keepe by policy what Henrie got Haue you your selues Somerset Buckingham Braue Yorke Salisbury and victorious Warwicke Receiud deepe scarres in France and Normandie Or hath mine Vnckle Beauford and my selfe With all the Learned Counsell of the Realme Studied so long sat in the Councell house Early and late debating too and fro How France and Frenchmen might be kept in awe And hath his Highnesse in his infancie Crowned in Paris in despight of foes And shall these Labours and these Honours dye Shall Henries Conquest Bedfords vigilance Your Deeds of Warre and all our Counsell dye O Peeres of England shamefull is this League Fatall this Marriage cancelling your Fame Blotting your names from Bookes of memory Racing the Charracters of your Renowne Defacing Monuments of Conquer'd France Vndoing all as all had neuer bin Car. Nephew what meanes this passionate discourse This preroration with such circumstance For France 't is ours and we will keepe it still Glo. I Vnckle we will keepe it if we can But now it is impossible we should Suffolke the new made Duke that rules the rost Hath giuen the Dutchy of Aniou and Mayne Vnto the poore King Reignier whose large style Agrees not with the leannesse of his purse Sal. Now by the death of him that dyed for all These Counties were the Keyes of Normandie But wherefore weepes Warwicke my valiant sonne War For greefe that they are past recouerie For were there hope to conquer them againe My sword should shed hot blood mine eyes no teares Aniou and Maine My selfe did win them both Those Prouinces these Armes of mine did conquer And are the Citties that I got with wounds Deliuer'd vp againe with peacefull words Mort Dieu Yorke For Suffolkes Duke may he be suffocate That dims the Honor of this Warlike Isle France should haue torne and rent my very hart Before I would haue yeelded to this League I neuer read but Englands Kings haue had Large summes of Gold and Dowries with their wiues And our King Henry giues away his owne To match with her that brings no vantages Hum. A proper iest and neuer heard before That Suffolke should demand a whole Fifteenth For Costs and Charges in transporting her She should haue staid in France and steru'd in France Before Car. My Lord of Gloster now ye grow too hot It was the pleasure of my Lord the King Hum. My Lord of Winchester I know your minde 'T is not my speeches that you do mislike But 't is my presence that doth trouble ye Rancour will out proud Prelate in thy face I see thy furie If I longer stay We shall begin our ancient bickerings Lordings farewell and say when I am gone I prophesied France will be lost ere long Exit Humfrey Car. So there goes our Protector in a rage 'T is knowne to you he is mine enemy Nay more an enemy vnto you all And no great friend I feare me to the King Consider Lords he is the next of blood And heyre apparant to the English Crowne Had Henrie got an Empire by his marriage And all the wealthy Kingdomes of the West There 's reason he should be displeas'd at it Looke to it Lords let not his smoothing words Bewitch your hearts be wise and circumspect What though the common people fauour him Calling him Humfrey the good Duke of Gloster Clapping their hands and crying with loud voyce Iesu maintaine your Royall Excellence With God preserue the good Duke Humfrey I feare me Lords for all this flattering glosse He will be found a dangerous Protector Buc. Why should he then protect our Soueraigne He being of age to gouerne of himselfe Cosin of Somerset ioyne you with me And altogether with the Duke of Suffolke Wee 'l quickly hoyse Duke Humfrey from his seat Car. This weighty businesse will not brooke delay I le to the Duke of Suffolke presently Exit Cardinall Som. Cosin of Buckingham though Humfries pride And greatnesse of his place be greefe to vs Yet let vs watch the haughtie Cardinall His insolence is more intollerable Then all the Princes in the Land beside If Gloster be displac'd hee 'l be Protector Buc. Or thou or I Somerset will be Protectors Despite Duke Humfrey or the Cardinall Exit Buckingham and Somerset Sal. Pride went before Ambition followes him While these do labour for their owne preferment Behooues it vs to labor for the Realme I neuer saw but Humfrey Duke of Gloster Did beare him like a Noble Gentleman Oft haue I seene the haughty Cardinall More like a Souldier then a man o' th' Church As stout and proud as he were Lord of all Sweare like a Ruffian and demeane himselfe Vnlike the Ruler of a Common-weale Warwicke my sonne the comfort of my age Thy deeds thy plainnesse and thy house-keeping Hath wonne the greatest fauour of the Commons Excepting none but good Duke Humfrey And Brother Yorke thy Acts in Ireland In bringing them to ciuill
he is lawfull King Henry All will reuolt from me and turne to him Northumb. Plantagenet for all the Clayme thou lay'st Thinke not that Henry shall be so depos'd Warw. Depos'd he shall be in despight of all Northumb. Thou art deceiu'd 'T is not thy Southerne power Of Essex Norfolke Suffolke nor of Kent Which makes thee thus presumptuous and prowd Can set the Duke vp in despight of me Clifford King Henry be thy Title right or wrong Lord Clifford vowes to fight in thy defence May that ground gape and swallow me aliue Where I shall kneele to him that slew my Father Henry Oh Clifford how thy words reuiue my heart Plant. Henry of Lancaster resigne thy Crowne What mutter you or what conspire you Lords Warw. Doe right vnto this Princely Duke of Yorke Or I will fill the House with armed men And ouer the Chayre of State where now he sits Write vp his Title with vsurping blood He stampes with his foot and the Souldiers shew themselues Henry My Lord of Warwick heare but one word Let me for this my life time reigne as King Plant. Confirme the Crowne to me and to mine Heires And thou shalt reigne in quiet while thou liu'st Henry I am content Richard Plantagenet Enioy the Kingdome after my decease Clifford What wrong is this vnto the Prince your Sonne Warw. What good is this to England and himselfe Westm Base fearefull and despayring Henry Clifford How hast thou iniur'd both thy selfe and vs Westm I cannot stay to heare these Articles Northumb. Nor I. Clifford Come Cousin let vs tell the Queene these Newes Westm Farwell faint-hearted and degenerate King In whose cold blood no sparke of Honor bides Northumb. Be thou a prey vnto the House of Yorke And dye in Bands for this vnmanly deed Cliff In dreadfull Warre may'st thou be ouercome Or liue in peace abandon'd and despis'd Warw. Turne this way Henry and regard them not Exeter They seeke reuenge and therefore will not yeeld Henry Ah Exeter Warw. Why should you sigh my Lord Henry Not for my selfe Lord Warwick but my Sonne Whom I vnnaturally shall dis-inherite But be it as it may I here entayle The Crowne to thee and to thine Heires for euer Conditionally that heere thou take an Oath To cease this Ciuill Warre and whil'st I liue To honor me as thy King and Soueraigne And neyther by Treason nor Hostilitie To seeke to put me downe and reigne thy selfe Plant. This Oath I willingly take and will performe Warw. Long liue King Henry Plantagenet embrace him Henry And long liue thou and these thy forward Sonnes Plant. Now Yorke and Lancaster are reconcil'd Exet. Accurst be he that seekes to make them foes Senet Here they come downe Plant. Farewell my gracious Lord I le to my Castle Warw. And I le keepe London with my Souldiers Norf. And I to Norfolke with my followerâ— Mount And I vnto the Sea from whence I came Henry And I with griefe and sorrow to the Court. Enter the Queene Exeter Heere comes the Queene Whose Lookes be wray her anger I le steale away Henry Exeter so will I. Queene Nay goe not from me I will follow thee Henry Be patient gentle Queene and I will stay Queene Who can be patient in such extreames Ah wretched man would I had dy'de a Maid And neuer seene thee neuer borne thee Sonne Seeing thou hast prou'd so vnnaturall a Father Hath he deseru'd to loose his Birth-right thus Hadst thou but lou'd him halfe so well as I Or felt that paine which I did for him once Or nourisht him as I did with my blood Thou would'st haue left thy dearest heart-blood there Rather then haue made that sauage Duke thine Heire And dis-inherited thine onely Sonne Prince Father you cannot dis-inherite me If you be King why should not I succeede Henry Pardon me Margaret pardon me sweet Sonne The Earle of Warwick and the Duke enforc't me Quee. Enforc't thee Art thou King and wilt be forc't I shame to heare thee speake ah timorous Wretch Thou hast vndone thy selfe thy Sonne and me And giu'n vnto the House of Yorke such head As thou shalt reigne but by their sufferance To entayle him and his Heires vnto the Crowne What is it but to make thy Sepulcher And creepe into it farre before thy time Warwick is Chancelor and the Lord of Callice Sterne Falconbridge commands the Narrow Seas The Duke is made Protector of the Realme And yet shalt thou be safe Such safetie findes The trembling Lambe inuironned with Wolues Had I beene there which am a silly Woman The Souldiers should haue toss'd me on their Pikes Before I would haue granted to that Act. But thou preferr'st thy Life before thine Honor. And seeing thou do'st I here diuorce my selfe Both from thy Table Henry and thy Bed Vntill that Act of Parliament be repeal'd Whereby my Sonne is dis-inherited The Northerne Lords that haue forsworne thy Colours Will follow mine if once they see them spread And spread they shall be to thy foule disgrace And vtter ruine of the House of Yorke Thus doe I leaue thee Come Sonne let 's away Our Army is ready come wee 'le after them Henry Stay gentle Margaret and heare me speake Queene Thou hast spoke too much already get thee gone Henry Gentle Sonne Edward thou wilt stay me Queene I to be murther'd by his Enemies Prince When I returne with victorie to the field I le see your Grace till then I le follow her Queene Come Sonne away we may not linger thus Henry Poore Queene How loue to me and to her Sonne Hath made her breake out into termes of Rage Reueng'd may she be on that hatefull Duke Whose haughtie spirit winged with desire Will cost my Crowne and like an emptie Eagle Tyre on the flesh of me and of my Sonne The losse of those three Lords torments my heart I le write vnto them and entreat them faire Come Cousin you shall be the Messenger Exet. And I I hope shall reconcile them all Exit Flourish Enter Richard Edward and Mountague Richard Brother though I bee youngest giue mee leaue Edward No I can better play the Orator Mount But I haue reasons strong and forceable Enter the Duke of Yorke Yorke Why how now Sonnes and Brother at a strife What is your Quarrell how began it first Edward No Quarrell but a slight Contention Yorke About what Rich. About that which concernes your Grace and vs The Crowne of England Father which is yours Yorke Mine Boy not till King Henry be dead Richard Your Right depends not on his life or death Edward Now you are Heire therefore enioy it now By giuing the House of Lancaster leaue to breathe It will out-runne you Father in the end Yorke I tooke an Oath that hee should quietly reigne Edward But for a Kingdome any Oath may be broken I would breake a thousand Oathes to reigne one yeere Richard No God forbid your Grace should be forsworne Yorke I shall be if I clayme by open
my tongue while heart is drown'd in cares Lewis What ere it be be thou still like thy selfe And sit thee by our side Seats her by him Yeeld not thy necke to Fortunes yoake But let thy dauntlesse minde still ride in triumph Ouer all mischance Be plaine Queene Margaret and tell thy griefe It shall be eas'd if France can yeeld reliefe Marg. Those gracious words Reuiue my drooping thoughts And giue my tongue-ty'd sorrowes leaue to speake Now therefore be it knowne to Noble Lewis That Henry sole possessor of my Loue Is of a King become a banisht man And forc'd to liue in Scotland a Forlorne While prowd ambitious Edward Duke of Yorke Vsurpes the Regall Title and the Seat Of Englands true anoynted lawfull King This is the cause that I poore Margaret With this my Sonne Prince Edward Henries Heire Am come to craue thy iust and lawfull ayde And if thou faile vs all our hope is done Scotland hath will to helpe but cannot helpe Our People and our Peeres are both mis-led Our Treasure seiz'd our Souldiors put to flight And as thou seest our selues in heauie plight Lewis Renowned Queene With patience calme the Storme While we bethinke a meanes to breake it off Marg. The more wee stay the stronger growes our Foe Lewis The more I stay the more I le succour thee Marg. O but impatience waiteth on true sorrow And see where comes the breeder of my sorrow Enter Warwicke Lewis What 's hee approacheth boldly to our presence Marg. Our Earle of Warwicke Edwards greatest Friend Lewis Welcome braue Warwicke what brings thee to France Hee descends Shee ariseth Marg. I now begins a second Storme to rise For this is hee that moues both Winde and Tyde Warw. From worthy Edward King of Albion My Lord and Soueraigne and thy vowed Friend I come in Kindnesse and vnfayned Loue First to doe greetings to thy Royall Person And then to craue a League of Amitie And lastly to confirme that Amitie With Nuptiall Knot if thou vouchsafe to graunt That vertuous Lady Bona thy faire Sister To Englands King in lawfull Marriage Marg. If that goe forward Henries hope is done Warw. And gracious Madame Speaking to Bona. In our Kings behalfe I am commanded with your leaue and fauor Humbly to kisse your Hand and with my Tongue To tell the passion of my Soueraignes Heart Where Fame late entring at his heedfull Eares Hath plac'd thy Beauties Image and thy Vertue Marg. King Lewis and Lady Bona heare me speake Before you answer Warwicke His demand Springs not from Edwards well-meant honest Loue But from Deceit bred by Necessitie For how can Tyrants safely gouerne home Vnlesse abroad they purchase great allyance To proue him Tyrant this reason may suffice That Henry liueth still but were hee dead Yet here Prince Edward stands King Henries Sonne Looke therefore Lewis that by this League and Mariage Thou draw not on thy Danger and Dis-honor For though Vsurpers sway the rule a while Yet Heau'ns are iust and Time suppresseth Wrongs Warw. Iniurious Margaret Edw. And why not Queene Warw. Because thy Father Henry did vsurpe And thou no more art Prince then shee is Queene Oxf. Then Warwicke disanulls great Iohn of Gaunt Which did subdue the greatest part of Spaine And after Iohn of Gaunt Henry the Fourth Whose Wisdome was a Mirror to the wisest And after that wise Prince Henry the Fift Who by his Prowesse conquered all France From thâ—se our Henry lineally descends Warw. Oxford how haps it in this smooth discourse You told not how Henry the Sixt hath lost All that which Henry the Fift had gotten Me thinkes these Peeres of France should smile at that But for the rest you tell a Pedigree Of threescore and two yeeres a silly time To make prescription for a Kingdomes worth Oxf. Why Warwicke canst thou speak against thy Liege Whom thou obeyd'st thirtie and six yeeres And not bewray thy Treason with a Blush Warw. Can Oxford that did euer fence the right Now buckler Falsehood with a Pedigree For shame leaue Henry and call Edward King Oxf. Call him my King by whose iniurious doome My elder Brother the Lord Aubrey Vere Was done to death and more then so my Father Euen in the downe-fall of his mellow'd yeeres When Nature brought him to the doore of Death No Warwicke no while Life vpholds this Arme This Arme vpholds the House of Lancaster Warw. And I the House of Yorke Lewis Queene Margaret Prince Edward and Oxford Vouchsafe at our request to stand aside While I vse further conference with Warwicke They stand aloofe Marg. Heauens graunt that Warwickes wordes bewitch him not Lew. Now Warwicke tell me euen vpon thy conscience Is Edward your true King for I were loth To linke with him that were not lawfull chosen Warw. Thereon I pawne my Credit and mine Honor Lewis But is hee gracious in the Peoples eye Warw. The more that Henry was vnfortunate Lewis Then further all dissembling set aside Tell me for truth the measure of his Loue Vnto our Sister Bona. War Such it seemes As may beseeme a Monarch like himselfe My selfe haue often heard him say and sweare That this his Loue was an externall Plant Whereof the Root was fixt in Vertues ground The Leaues and Fruit maintain'd with Beauties Sunne Exempt from Enuy but not from Disdaine Vnlesse the Lady Bona quit his paine Lewis Now Sister let vs heare your firme resolue Bona. Your graunt or your denyall shall be mine Yet I confesse that often ere this day Speaks to War When I haue heard your Kings desert recounted Mine eare hath tempted iudgement to desire Lewis Then Warwicke thus Our Sister shall be Edwards And now forthwith shall Articles be drawne Touching the Ioynture that your King must make Which with her Dowrie shall be counter-poys'd Draw neere Queene Margaret and be a witnesse That Bona shall be Wife to the English King Pr. Edw. To Edward but not to the English King Marg. Deceitfull Warwicke it was thy deuice By this alliance to make void my suit Before thy comming Lewis was Henries friend Lewis And still is friend to him and Margaret But if your Title to the Crowne be weake As may appeare by Edwards good successe Then 't is but reason that I be releas'd From giuing ayde which late I promised Yet shall you haue all kindnesse at my hand That your Estate requires and mine can yeeld Warw. Henry now liues in Scotland at his ease Where hauing nothing nothing can he lose And as for you your selfe our quondam Queene You haue a Father able to maintaine you And better 't were you troubled him then France Mar. Peace impudent and shamelesse Warwicke Proud setter vp and puller downe of Kings I will not hence till with my Talke and Teares Both full of Truth I make King Lewis behold Thy slye conueyance and thy Lords false loue Post blowing a horne Within For both of you are Birds of selfe-same Feather Lewes Warwicke this is some poste to
should take roote here where we sit Or sit State-Statues onely Kin. Things done well And with a care exempt themselues from feare Things done without example in their issue Are to be fear'd Haue you a President Of this Commission I beleeue not any We must not rend our Subiects from our Lawes And sticke them in our Will Sixt part of each A trembling Contribution why we take From euery Tree lop barke and part o' th' Timber And though we leaue it with a roote thus hackt The Ayre will drinke the Sap. To euery County Where this is question'd send our Letters with Free pardon to each man that has deny'de The force of this Commission pray looke too 't I put it to your care Card. A word with you Let there be Letters writ to euery Shire Of the Kings grace and pardon the greeued Commons Hardly conceiue of me Let it be nois'd That through our Intercession this Reuokement And pardon come I shall anon aduise you Further in the proceeding Exit Secret Enter Surueyor Queen I am sorry that the Duke of Buckingham Is run in your displeasure Kin. It grieues many The Gentleman is Learn'd and a most rare Speaker To Nature none more bound his trayning such That he may furnish and instruct great Teachers And neuer seeke for ayd out of himselfe yet see When these so Noble benefits shall proue Not well dispos'd the minde growing once corrupt They turne to vicious formes ten times more vgly Then euer they were faire This man so compleat Who was enrold ' mongst wonders and when we Almost with rauish'd listning could not finde His houre of speech a minute He my Lady Hath into monstrous habits put the Graces That once were his and is become as blacke As if besmear'd in hell Sit by Vs you shall heare This was his Gentleman in trust of him Things to strike Honour sad Bid him recount The fore-recited practises whereof We cannot feele too little heare too much Card. Stand forth with bold spirit relate what you Most like a carefull Subiect haue collected Out of the Duke of Buckingham Kin. Speake freely Sur. First it was vsuall with him euery day It would infect his Speech That if the King Should without issue dye hee 'l carry it so To make the Scepter his These very words I 'ue heard him vtter to his Sonne in Law Lord Aburgany to whom by o th' he menac'd Reuenge vpon the Cardinall Card. Please your Highnesse note This dangerous conception in this point Not frended by his wish to your High person His will is most malignant and it stretches Beyond you to your friends Queen My learn'd Lord Cardinall Deliuer all with Charity Kin. Speake on How grounded hee his Title to the Crowne Vpon our faile to this poynt hast thou heard him At any time speake ought Sur. He was brought to this By a vaine Prophesie of Nicholas Henton Kin. What was that Henton Sur. Sir a Chartreux Fryer His Confessor who fed him euery minute With words of Soueraignty Kin. How know'st thou this Sur. Not long before your Hignesse sped to France The Duke being at the Rose within the Parish Saint Laurence Poultney did of me demand What was the speech among the Londoners Concerning the French Iourney I replide Men feare the French would proue perfidious To the Kings danger presently the Duke Said 't was the feare indeed and that he doubted 'T would proue the verity of certaine words Spoke by a holy Monke that oft sayes he Hath sent to me wishing me to permit Iohn de la Car my Chaplaine a choyce howre To heare from him a matter of some moment Whom after vnder the Commissions Seale He sollemnly had sworne that what he spoke My Chaplaine to no Creature liuing but To me should vtter with demure Confidence This pausingly ensu'de neither the King nor 's Heyres Tell you the Duke shall prosper bid him striue To the loue o' th' Commonalty the Duke Shall gouerne England Queen If I know you well You were the Dukes Surueyor and lost your Office On the complaint o' th' Tenants take good heed You charge not in your spleene a Noble person And spoyle your nobler Soule I say take heed Yes heartily beseech you Kin. Let him on Goe forward Sur. On my Soule I le speake but truth I told my Lord the Duke by th' Diuels illusions The Monke might be deceiu'd and that 't was dangerous For this to ruminate on this so farre vntill It forg'd him some designe which being beleeu'd It was much like to doe He answer'd Tush It can doe me no damage adding further That had the King in his last Sicknesse faild The Cardinals and Sir Thomas Louels heads Should haue gone off Kin. Ha What so rancke Ah ha There 's mischiefe in this man canst thou say further Sur. I can my Liedge Kin. Proceed Sur. Being at Greenwich After your Highnesse had reprou'd the Duke About Sir William Blumer Kin. I remember of such a time being my sworn seruant The Duke retein'd him his But on what hence Sur. If quoth he I for this had beene committed As to the Tower I thought I would haue plaid The Part my Father meant to act vpon Th' Vsurper Richard who being at Salsbury Made suit to come in 's presence which if granted As he made semblance of his duty would Haue put his knife into him Kin. A Gyant Traytor Card. Now Madam may his Highnes liue in freedome And this man out of Prison Queen God mend all Kin. Ther 's somthing more would out of thee what say'st Sur. After the Duke his Father with the knife He stretch'd him and with one hand on his dagger Another spread on 's breast mounting his eyes He did discharge a horrible Oath whose tenor Was were he euill vs'd he would outgoe His Father by as much as a performance Do's an irresolute purpose Kin. There 's his period To sheath his knife in vs he is attach'd Call him to present tryall if he may Finde mercy in the Law 't is his if none Let him not seek't of vs By day and night Hee 's Traytor to th' height Exeunt Scaena Tertia Enter L. Chamberlaine and L. Sandys L. Ch. Is' t possible the spels of France should iuggle Men into such strange mysteries L. San. New customes Though they be neuer so ridiculous Nay let 'em be vnmanly yet are follow'd L. Ch. As farre as I see all the good our English Haue got by the late Voyage is but meerely A fit or two o' th' face but they are shrewd ones For when they hold 'em you would sweare directly Their very noses had been Councellours To Pepin or Clotharius they keepe State so L. San. They haue all new legs And lame ones one would take it That neuer see 'em pace before the Spauen A Spring-halt rain'd among ' em L. Ch. Death my Lord Their cloathes are after such a Pagan cut too 't That sure th' haue worne out Châ—istendome how now What