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The vow breaker. Or, The faire maide of Clifton In Notinghamshire as it hath beene diuers times acted by severall companies with great applause. By William Sampson.
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Sampson, William, 1590?-1636.
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Anne Mi. Mistris Vrsula t is not unknowne that I have lov'd you if I die it shall be for your sake and it shall be valiantly I leave an hand-kercher with you t is wrought with blew coventry let me not at my returne fall to my old song she had a clout of mine sow de with blew coventry and so hang my selfe at your infidelity desiring Jove to blesse you from better fortunes I leave you Exeunt Vrs. The foole doates but t is no matter t is no matter t is Lady like why should not I have my Monkey to play withall Y. Ba. Prethee leave us Vrs. Heavens blesse me out of your company for fooles I found you and so I must leave you in spite of my hart Exit Y. Ba. Now Nan here 's none but thou and I thy love Emboldens me to speake and cheerfully Here is a peece of gold t is but a little one Yet big enough to ty and seale a knot A jugall knot on Earth to which high heaven Now cryes Amen say thou so too and then When eyther of us breakes this sacred bond Let us be made strange spectacles to the world To heaven and earth An. Amen say I And let heaven loth me when I falsifie Y. Ba. Thou now art like a pollishd jvory Table In purenes without or staine or blemish If thou shouldst soile this whitenes with blacke deedes Thinke what a monster thou wouldst make thy selfe I doubt thee not but give this cautionary Harke the Drum beates from the armes of love I now must burnish in the Armes of warre adue An. When I prove false to thee oh may I then Beheld the scorne of heaven earth and men Enter severally Grey Arguile Crosse Souldiours drume Colors As farre as my Commission Arguile I have proceeded we in the trade of warre Whose Mart consists in blowes and batteries Are like small Rivers that must keepe their bounds Till the Queene Ocean command them rise Dunbarr can witnes where we skuirmishd last I require the hostages be deliverd Twixt England and the federary Lords Arg. Peruse this bedroule from Duke Chattenreault Wherein their names are their persons attend At Inskeith and with willingnes are bound To attend the mighty Queene of England Grey Lord Claud Hambleton fourth son of the Duke Robert Dowglasse brother to the Lord James Stuart Archibald Dowglasse Lord of Loughennell George Gram second son to the Earle of Menteich James Coningham son to the Earle of Glencorne all Hostages to the Queene of England till the Articles be performed betwixt her and the Federary Lordes Herald of Armes conduct these noble pledges from the Red Brayes to Inskeith see 'em delivered to James Croft and George Howard Knights from thence to be embarqd for England Cro. I shall my Lord Gr. What number speake your powers Ar. Two thousand hardy Scots With glaved blades bum daggers and white Kerchers Such as will fight and face the fiery French Gr. Our numbers then are eight thousand And still we looke for more sir Francis Leake And gentle Sir Jarvis two spirits That in peace are lambes in warr two ravening Lyons A march Enter Clifton Souldiers Clif. A Souldiers wishes blesse my noble Generall Gr. Thanks valiant Clifton they can deserve no lesse Comming from thee I see you emulate That we should take the glory to our selves I 'le give the first Alar'm you le be one Clif. I by my Hollidam at warre as at a feast I 'le scramble for my part and if I catch a knocke That honour which a Souldiour wins in warrs Is of low price unles he bring home scarrs Gr. What number sir Jarvis Clif. Five hundred and fifty tall white coates Fellowes that will face a murdering Cannon When it blowes rancks into the Aire as Chaffe Yet dreadles they shall stand it and not shrinke Right Nottingham shire Lads Gr. T is well don Our bands are well divided yours my Lord Keepe the greene Bul-warke mine the west Gate You sir Iarvis the water-ports to Inskeith Pelham from Pelhamus Mount plaies at the Towne How now what Trumpets this A Trumpet Enter Trumball Trum. From the Queene Regent of Scotland I come To thee Lord Generall of the English Force She craves a treaty with the Lords of England To know why thus they enter on her groundes Depopulate her Countries Plough her Plaines If lawfull cause she finds on enterveiue She will subscribe to England sue for peace Otherwise by Article shee le confirm 't This is under her highnes hand and seale This is my message Gr. What 's thy name Trum. Trumball Serejant Trumpetter to her Grace Gr. Her Princely offer we accept Rowge Crosse Herrald at Armes command sir George Howard Sir James Crofts and my son Arthur Grey To shew her Grace my Soveraignes grevances I' th interim wee 'le sheath our burnishd blades Which had bene dide in scarlet long ere this But for thy message Enter Trumball Trum. I shall report you honourable Clif. My Hollidam I like not these signes of peace These French Flyes worke on advantages I 'le not trust 'em Gr. To prevent which each stand on his guard your eares my Lord Ios. Resolve me doe they kill men i th warrs and ne're give warning Mi. Not so much time Io as a theife has at Nottingham Gallowes Ios. Tirany tirany may a not pray insincerity nor request the breethren and sisters to have care of a departing brother Mi. No Io nothing but downe-right blowes just as you fell Okes or kill Oxen Ios. Most heathenish and diabollicall and do the shoote Bullets Mi. I Io as thicke as haile a man may hit his owne father Ios. Oh Infidells and Barbarians what will not the wicked doe kill men with bullets oh these Guns they are dangerous things they sprung from the whoore a Fryer was the inventor and the smell of the Dragon oh my poore Pusse-cat sinfull man thou art Io to bring the poore Pusse forth to dy by a Gun a poore Pusse silly harmelesse Pusse Mi. Ty her behind then if thou runst shee may save thee Ios. I run thou prophane translater I scorne to run my Car and I will enter battell 'gainst the wicked I run Gr. Why returne so soone Enter Crosse Cros. This my Lord Making for Edenborough to the Queene Nine hundred shot and five hundred Corslets Came forth of Leith under the conduct Of Mortigue and Doysells their Colonells We wish'd them peaceably returne to Leith Since contrary to all Lawes of Armes They now had issud Mortïgue replide They on their masters ground resolved stood And from their mistris would not budge a foote For any English breathing Exit Crosse Gr. Were not our promise given to the Queene On which they build advantages I 'de make These French Rats run as Wolves from fire Bid 'em retire and tell them thus from us Wee le make them win their ground ere they stand on 't Nothing but circumvention in the French Clif. By my Hollidam juglers constant in nothing but
should I see An. Aske you what why 't is your son Just as he di'd looke looke there here there Ba. Is this thy sorow com'st thou to mocke me An. Just heavens not I see how it smiles on you On me it hurles a dejected looke Takes the Picture Ba. Because I hang his Picture ne're my bed Com'st thou to laugh me out out fond-ling noe See thus I gaze on it stroke his snowy hands And prune the curled tresses of his locks Which the Arts-man neatly has dishevell'd Vrs. Good sir have patience her 's is true sorow And not derision Stands betweene the Picture Ghost An. Another Ganimede This eye and yon'd are one this front that lip This cheeke a litle ruddier showes then that The very ashie palenes of his face The mossie downe still growing on his chin And so his Alablaster finger pointing To the bracelet whereon the peece of gold We broke betweene us hangs Ba. Certes shee 's madd An. Pray come hither You shade this Picture from the pearsant Sun And curtaine it to keepe it from the dust Why are you not as chary then of that It lookes as it were could alas poore Picture Ba. Hee'r 's but one Picture An. I say theirs two You will not see this for to save a Curtaine His knotty curles like to Apollo's tramells Neatly are display'd I 'le sweare the Painter That made this peece had the other by it Why doe you not speake too it 't is your son May be he 's tongue-tide and cannot crave blessing Ba. I could tell thee I nail'd him to the Earth Riveted a stake quite through his bosome And bid thee goe seeke him but I love not To mocke miseries I 'le take this Picture hence It troubles your sight An. And you 'd remove that I 'de thanke you Ba. 'T is thy forc'd fancies and thy guilt together persuades thee so pray thee be a woman Whom thou cam'st to comfort comforts thee Though I intended to have hurl'd at thee Stings of dishonour ignominies reproaches And all the stocke of calumnies and scorne Which thou art guilty off now my pity Converts them into sorrow for thy sorrowes Vrs. A blessing crowne you for it An. And can their be a hope you will forgive me Exit Ghost Ba. Hartily I doe An. See i'ts gone now As if it vex'd to see your clemency Ba. Distemper not your selfe at fancies Your time hastens to maturity Y' are very big and may endanger your fruite If you give way to passions An. T' will be abortiue As are my actions I shall not live To take felicity in it see i'ts here againe Enter Ghost and Exit Gho. All things keepe their time Ba. Come goe with me I 'le give thee comfortable cordialls That shall remove these objects from thine eies Expelling all disastrous accidents And plaine thy thoughts as smooth as innocence Which when thou hear'st then in rapture boast Thou dread'st no visions fury feind nor Ghost Exeunt Omnes An. Be you my counsellour and father too Vrs. Whom I admire for noble honesty Actus Quartus Scena Prima Enter Clifton Grey Arguile Ioshua Miles Ball Souldiers Gr. What day is this Clif. Tues-day the seaventh of May Gr. This day shall in our English Calender stand Eyther to our dishonour or great fames When Chronicles in after ages tell The seventh of May we scal'd the walls of Leith We have begun dreadlesse of death and dangers And like to loyall subjects held the rights Of our deere Mistris Queene Elizabeth When Captaine Randall gives the Alarum Assault assault each man salute his freind Take solemne farewell till this seige have end Omnes Assault assault Gr. Holdes every man his charge as we ordred Clif. I guesse so my Lord Howard with his Launce-tieres quarters T'wixt Mount Pelham and the Sea by VVest Stout Hary Percy with his barbed steedes Neighing for action guardes the Tents by East Arguile with shot marches for the Hill Brey Sir Francis Leeke keepes the water-ports I the greene Bul-warke opposite to Doysells With tough hardy Nottingham shire boyes Wee 'le fall before we fly by my Hollidam Gr. I 'le man this bul-warke 'gainst proud Mortigue Harke the Allarum each man unto his place Exeunt Omnes After squirmishes Enter Grey meeting Clifton with Armour Gr. How goes the day sir Jaruis Clif. Ti 's bloudy The thunderer on both sides shootes his boults Valour is at the touch-stone of true tryall The French like to so many gods of warre Bravely brandish darting fire from steele The valiant Scot Arguile commandes the Hill The Towne-playes fercely their came a shot Of full two hundreth weight into my Tent Doysells has thrice assaulted me I fac'd him And from his sides like Libian Hercules I tore the rough Nemean Lion's Skin His Armour of good proofe which here I beare And will not part from but with losse of life Gr. See! Arguile apeares Arg. Man the water-ports With all the Engines of defensive warre Well fought Vaughan he mans the trenches bravely Young Arthur Grey assaults the stony mures Vn goes the scaleing Ladders now they mount Now Sommerset now Read now Valiant Brey Towring like eager Haukes who shall get high'st Like angery Lions or incenced Tygers The Frenchmen labour greedy for the prey Now the hardy Scots as swift as Roes Climbe the walls and tosse the Frenchmen downe Now from the mount their thundring Cannons roare Whose direfull clangors shake their huge structures And like an earth-quake tumble to the Earth Their steeples Ordinance Gunners all at once Now Inskeith Sutton Newport Conway Fitton As dreadles enter dangers as their Tents Accursed chance the Ladders are too short VVhich gives a treble vantage to the French Now the foe triumphes now our white coates fall Now groanes the mother now the virgin sighs Death wil be master neyther party winns Now flies the English now the French follow And now their horse-men fling about the sands Howard counterbuffs their canvasadoes Like chaffed Bulls or foaming Bores they strive For mastery the Frenchmen flie the Towne And seeke for shelter Now men your Trenches Count Mortigue and Doysells from the Towne Make expedition now sings the god of warre His direfull Antheames now fight or never We now are free-men or elce bond-men ever Alarum Enter Doysells Mortigue Souldiers Doy. Thou bear'st my armour Clifton Clif. My Hollidam Thanke me Doysells I did not take thy head Mor. I came to seeke thee Grey Gr. The Towne I see was too hot to hold thee Elce thou 'st have nesl'd in thy pent-house still Clif. Wee 'le not articulate Alarums Monluck Crosse betweene the Armies Mon. Th' effuse of bloud is great VVhich had bene better never spent then ill You of our party by our commission VVe doe command your tariance your Lords Of England and of Scotland we entreat A litle patience till your Heralds speake Cros. William Cecill the Queenes Secretary Wotton Deane of Canterbury and Yorke With sir Ralph Sadler joynt Commissioners Commands thee Iohn Lord