recure their wounds And whilst this auncient Standard bearer liues He shall haue fortie pound of yeerely fee And be my Beadsman father if you please Longsh. Madam I tell you England neuer bred A better souldier then your Beadsman is And that the Souldan and his Armie felt Edmund Out of the dutchie of riche Lancaster To finde soft bedding for their bruzed bones Duke Edmund giues three thousand pounds Longsh. Gramercies brother Edmund Happie is England vnder Edwards raigne When men are had so highly in regarde That Nobles striue who shall remunerate The souldiers resolution with regarde My Lord of Glocester what is your beneuolence Glocest. A thousand markes and please your Maiestie Longsh. And yours my lord of Sussex Sussex Fiue hundred pound and please your maiestie Long. What say you sir Dauid of Brecknock Dauid To a souldier sir Dauid cannot be too liberall Yet that I may giue no more then a poore knight is able And not presume as a mightie Earle I giue my Lord foure hundred foure score And nineteene poundes And so my lord of Sussex I am behind you an ace Sussex And yet sir Dauid ye aumble after apace Lon. Wel said Da thou couldst not be a Camber Britain If thou didst not loue a souldier with thy hart Let me see how is my Arithmeticke wil serue To totall the particulars Qu. Eli. Why my lord I hope you meane I shal be a benefactor to my fellow souldiers Longshankes And wel said Nell What wilt thou I set downe for thee Q. El. Nay my lord I am of age to set it down for my self You will alowe what I do will you not Longsh. That I will Maddam Were it to the value of my kingdome Qu. Elin. What is the summe my lord Longshankes 10000 pounds my Nell Qu. Eli. Then Elinor bethinke thee of a gift worthie the king of Englandes wife and the king of Spaines daughter and giue such a largis that the Chronicles of this land may crake with record of thy liberalitie Parturient montes nascitur ridiculus mus shee makes a Cipher There my lord neither one two nor three But a poore Cipher in Agrum to inrich good fellowes And compound their figure in their kinde Longsh Madam I commend your composition An argument of your honourable disposition Sweete Nell thou shouldst not be thy selfe Did not with thy mounting minde Thy gift surmount the rest Gloce. Cal you this Ridiculus mus mary sir this mouse Would make a foule hole in a faire Cheese T is but a Cipher in Agrum And it hath made of 10000 pounds 100000 pounds Edmund A princely gift and worthy memorie Clocester My gratious Lord as erst I was assignde Lieutenant to his Maiestie Here render I vp the crowne left in charge with me By your princely father king Menrie Who on his death bed still did call for you And dying wild to you the Diadem Longshankes Thankes worthie Lordes And seeing by doome of heauens it is decreed And lawful line of our succession Vnworthy Edward is become your king We take it as a blessing from on hie And wil our Coronation be solemnized Vpon the 14. of December next Qu. Eli. Vpon the 14. of December next Alas my Lord the time is all too short And sudden for so great solemnitie A yeare were scarse enough to set a worke Tailers Imbroderes and men of rare deuice For preparation of so great estate Trust me sweete Ned hardlie shal I bethinke me In twentie weekes what fashion robes to weare I pray thee then deferre it till the spring That we may haue our garments point deuice I meane to send for Tailers into Spaine That shall confer of some fantastickt sutes With those that be our conningst Englishmen What let me braue it now or neuer Ned Long. Madam content ye would that were greatest care You shall haue garments to your harts desire I neuer red but Englishmen exceld For change of rare deuises euery way Q. Eli. Yet pray thee Ned my loue my lord and king My fellow souldier and compeere in armes Do so much honour to thy Elinor To weare a sute that thee shall giue thy grace Of he one cost and workmanship perhaps Q. Mot. T wil come by leasurs daughter then I feare Th' art too fine fingard to be quick at worke Long. Twixt vs a greater matter breakes no square So it be such my Nell as may beseem The maiestie and greatnes of a king And now my Lords and louing friends Follow your Generall to the court After his trauels to repose him then There to recount with pleasure what is past Of warres alarums showres and sharpest stormes Exeunt all sauing the Queene and her daughter Q. Eli. Now Elinor now Englands louely Queene Bethinke thee of the greatnes of thy state And how to beare thy selfe with roialtie Aboue the other Queenes of Christendome That Spaine reaping renowne by Elinor And Elinor adding renowne to Spaine Britaine may her magnificence admire I tell thee Ione what time our highness sits Vnder our royall Canopie of state Glistering with pendants of the purest gold Like as our seate were spangled all with stars The world shall wonder at our maiestie As if the daughter of eternall Ops Turnd to the likenes of Vermilion fumes Where from her cloudie wombe the Centaures lept VVere in her royall seate inthronized Ione Madam if Ione thy daughter may aduise Let not your honour make your manners change The people of this land are men of warre The women courteous milde and debonaire Laying their liues at princes feete That gouernes with familiar maiestie But if their soueraignes once gin swell with pride Disdaning commons loue which is the strength And surenes of the richest common welth That Prince were better liue a priuate life Then rule with tirannie and discontent Q. Eli. Indeed we count them headstrong Englishmen But we shall hold them in a Spanish yoake And make them know their Lord and soueraigne Come daughter let vs home for to prouide For all the cunning work-men of this I le In our great chamber shall bee set a worke And in my hall shall bountifully feede My King like Phoebus bridegroome like shall marche With louely Xheeis to her grassie bed And all the lookers on shall stand amazde To see King Edward and his louely Queene Sit louely in Englands stately throne Exeunt Ambo Enter Lluellen alias Prince of Wales Rice ap Meredeth Owen ap Rice with swordes and bucklers and freese Ierkins Llu. Come Rice and rouse thee for thy countries good Followe the man that meanes to make you great Follow Lluellen rightfull prince of VVales Sprong from the loines of great Cadwallader Discended from the loines of Troian Brute And though the traiterous Saxons Normans Danes Haue spent the true Romans of glorious Troy Within the westerne mountaines of this I le Yet haue we hope to clime these stonie pales VVhen Londoners as Romains earst amazde Shall trembling crie Lluellens at the gate T' accomplish this
To passe the wearie time away Wearie God wot poore wench to thee That neuer thought these daies to see Mortimor Breake heart and split mine eies in twaine Neuer let me heare those wordes againe Frier What can the Frier doe or saie To passe the wearie time awaie More dare I doe then he dare saie Because he doubts to haue away Eli. Doe somewhat Frier saie or sing That may to sorrowes so lace bring And I meane while wil Garlands make Morti. O Mortimor were it for thy sake A Garland were the happiest stake That euer this hand vnhappie drew Frier Mistres shal I tel you true I haue a song I learnd it long agoe I wot not whether yo le like it wel or ill T is short and sweete but somewhat brolde before Once let me sing it and I aske no more Eli. What Frier will you so indeede Agrees it somewhat with your neede Frier Why mistres shal I sing my creede Eli. That 's fitter of the two at neede Morti. O wench how maist thou hope to speede Frier O mistres out it goes Looke what comes next the Frier throes The Frier sittes along and singes Morti. Such a sitting who euer saw An Eagles bird of a Iacke dawe Eli. So Sir is this all Morti. Sweete heart here 's no more Eli. How now good fellow more indeede By one then was before Frier How now the diuel in steede of a dittie Morti. Frier a dittie come late from the cittie To aske some pitty of this lasse so pretty Some pitty sweete mistres I praie you Eli. How now Frier where are we now and you play not the man Frier Friend Copes mate you that come late from the Cittie To aske some pittie of this lasse so prettie In likenes of a doleful dittie Hang me if I doe not paie yee Mortimor O Frier you grow chollericke wel yo le Haue no man to Court your mislers but your selfe On my word I le take you downe a botton hole Frier Ye talk ye talke childe Enter Lluellen and Meredith Lluellen T is wel potter you fight in a good quarrel Meredith Mas this blade wil holde let mee see then Frier Frier Mines for mine owne turne I warrant giue his Tooles rise and le ts to it but no and you loue me I skorne the oddes I can tel you see faire play and you be Gentlemen Lluellen Mary shal we Frier let vs see be their staues of a length good so now let vs deeme of the matter Frier and Potter without more clatter I haue cast your water and see as deepe into your desire as he that hadde diued everie day into your bosome O Frier wil nothing serue your turne but Larkes Are such fiue birds for such course Clarkes None but my Marian can serue your turne Eli. Cast water for the house wil burne Frier O mistres mistres flesh is fraile Ware when the signe is in the taile MIghtie is loue and doth preuaile Lluellen Therefore Frier shalt thou not faile But mightily your foe assaile And thrash this Potter with thy flaile And Potter neuer raue nor raile Not aske questions what I aile But take this toole and doe not quaile But thrash this Friers russet cote They take the Flailes And make him sing a dastards note And crie Peccaus miserere Dauid In amo amavi Goe to Mortimor Strike strike Frier Strike Potter be thou liefe or loth And if you le not strike I le strike for both Potter strikes He must needs go that the diuel driues Then Frier beware of other mens wiues Frier strikes I wish maister proud Potter the Diuell haue my soule But I le make my flaile circumscribe your noule Lluellen Why so now it cottens now the game beginnes One knaue currieth another for his sinnes Frier kneeles O maister short en my offences in mine eies If this Crucifige doe not suffice Send me to Heauen in a hempen sacrifice Frier kneeles O maisters maisters let this bee warning The Frier hath infected me with his learning Lluellen Villains do not touch the forbidden haire now to delude or to dishonor me Frier O maister quae nagata sunt grata sunt Lluellen Rice euery day thus shal it be wee le haue a thrashing set among the Friers and he that of these chalengers laies on slowest loade be thou at hand Rice to gore him with thy gode Frier A Potter Potter the Frier may rue That euer this day this our quarrel he knew My pate adle mine armes blacke and blue Potter Ah Frier who may his fates force eschew I thinke Frier you are prettilie scholde Frier And I thinke the Potter is handsomlie coold Exeunt ambo Morti. No Martimor here that Eternal fire That burnes and flames with brands of hot desire Why Martimor why doest thou not discouer Thy selfe her knight her liegeman and her louer Exit Martimor Enter Iohn Balioll King of Scots with his traine Lords of Albana and my peeres in France Since Balioll is inuested in his rights And weares the roial Scottish Diadem Time is to rouze him that the world may wotte Scotland disdaines to carrie Englands yoke Therefore my friend thus put in readines Why slacke we time to greete the English king With resolute message to let him know our minds Lord Versses though thy faith and oath be tane To follow Baliols armes for Scotlands right Yet is thy heart to Englands honor knit Therefore in spite of England and thy selfe Beare thou defiaunce proudly to thy king Tel him Albania findes heart and hope To shake of Englands tiranny be time To reskue Scotlands honor with his sword Lorde Bruce see cast about Versses necke A strangling halter that he minde his hast How farest thou Versses wilt thou doe this message Versses Although no comon post yet for my king I wil to England maugre Englands might And doe mine arrand boldly as becomes Albeit I honor English Edwards name And hold this slauish contemnment to skorne Balioll. Then hie away as swift as swallow flies And meete me on our rodes on Englands ground We there thinke of thy message and thy hast Sound Trumpets Exit Balioll. Enter King Edward Longshankes Edmund Duke of Lancaster Gloster Sussex Dauid Crespall booted from Northam Longsh. Now haue I leasure Lords to bid you welcome into Wales Welcome sweet Edmund to christen thy young nephew And welcome Cressingham giue me thy hand But Sussex what became of Mortimor We haue not seene the man this manie a daie Sussex Before your highnes rid frō hence to Northam Sir Roger was a suter to your Grace Touching faire Elinor Lluellens loue And so belike denide with discontent A discontinues from your Roial presence Longsh. Why Sussex saide we not for Elinor So she would leaue whom she had loued too long Shee might haue fauour with my Queene and me But man her minde about her fortune mounts And that 's a cause she failes in her accounts But goe with me my lord of Lancaster We will goe see my beauteous louely
for custom towards the maintenance of his highnes wars the halfe of al such golde siluer money and money worth a the saide messenger hath then about him but if he conceal anie part or parcel of the same then shall he forfaite all that he possesseth at that present and this sentence is irreuocable confirmed by our Lord Lluellen Prince of Wales and Robin Hood of the great mountaines Lluellen So vaile your budgettes to Robin of the mountaine but what art thou that disdainest to paie this custōe as if thou scornest the greatnes of the prince of Wales Longsh. Faith Robin thou seemest to be a good fellow there 's my bagge halfe is mine and halfe is thine but le ts to it if thou darst man for man to trie who shall haue the whole Lluellen Why thou speakest as thou shouldst speak My maisters on pain of my displeasure depart the place and leaue vs two to our selues I must lope his Longshankes for I le eare to a paire of Longshankes Longsh. They are faire markes sir and I must defende as I may Dauid be gone hold here my hearts long legs giues you this amongst you to spend blows one with an other Dauie now Dauie daies are almost come at ende Mortim. But Mortimor this sight is strange staye thou in some corner to see what wil befal in this battaile Edward Now Robin of the wood alias Robin Hood be it knowen to your worship by these presents that the Longshankes which you aime at haue brought the king of England into these mountaines to vse Lluellen and to cracke a blade with his man that supposeth himselfe Prince of Wales Lluellen What Sir King welcome to Cambrias what foolish Edward darst thou endanger thy life to trauail these mountaines art thou so foolish hardie as to combate with the Prince of Wales Edward What I dare thou seest what I can performe thou shalt shortlie knowe I thinke thee a Gentleman and therefore holde no scorne to fight with thee Lluellen No Edward I am as good a man as thy selfe Longsh. That shall I trie They fight and Dauid takes his brothers part and Mortimor the Kings Edward Halloe Edward how are thy sences confounded what Dauy is it possible thou shouldest be false to England Dauy Edward I am true to Wales and so haue beene frendes since my birth and that shal the King of England know to his cost Lluellen What Potter did not I charge you to begon with your fellowes Mortimor No Traitor no Potter I but Mortimor the Earle of March whose comming to these woods is to deceiue thee of thy loue and reserued to saue my soueraignes life Dauid Vppon them brother let them not breath The King hath Lluellen downe and Dauid hath Mortimor downe Longsh. Villaine thou diest God and my right hath preuailed Dauid Base Earle now doth Dauid triumph in thine ouer throw aie is me Lluellen at the feet of Longshanks Longsh. What Mortimor vnder the sword of such a Traitor Mortimor Braue King run thy sword vp to the hiltes into the bloud of the rebell Longsh. O Mortimor thy life is dearer to me then millions of rebels Dauid Edward relieue my brother and Mortimor liues Longsh. I villaine thou knowest too wel how deare I holde my Mortimor rise man and assure thee and the hate I beare to thee is long in respect of the deadly hatred I beare to that notorious rebell Mortimor Awaie his sight to me is like the sight of a Cockeatrice villaine I goe to reuenge me on thy treason and to make thee patterne to the world of mountains treason falsehood and ingratitude Exit Mortimor Dauid Brother a chafes but hard was your hap to be ouermastered by the coward Lluellen No coward Dauid his courage is like to the Lion and were it not that rule and soueraigntie sets vs at iarre I could loue and honor the man for his valour Dauid But the Potter oh the villaine will neuer out of my minde whilst I liue and I wil late to be reuenged on his villanie Lluellen Wel Dauid what wil be shall be therefore casting these matters out of our heads Dauid thou art welcome to Cambria let vs in and bee merrie after this colde cooling and to prepare to strengthen our selues against the last threatnings Exeunt ambo After the Christening and marriage done the Harrolds hauing attended they passe ouer the bride is led by two Noble men Edmund of Lancaster and the Earle of Sussex and the Bishop Gloster Welcome Ione Countesse of Gloster to Gilbert de Clare for euer God giue them ioie cosin Gloster let vs now goe visite the King and Queen and present ther Maiesties with their yong sonne Edward Prince of Wales Then all passe in their order to the kings pauilion the king sits in his Tent with his pages about him Bishop Wee represent your highnes most humblie with your young sonne Edward of Carnaruan Prince of Wales Sound Trumpets Omnes God saue Edward of Carnaruan prince of Wales Longsh. kisses them both Edward Prince of Wales God blesse thee with long life and honor welcom Ione countesse of Gloster God blesse thee and thine for euer lords let vs visite my Queene and wife whome we wil at once present with a Son and daughter honored to her desire Sound Trumpets they all march to the Chamber Bishop speakes to her in her bed Wee humblie present your Maiestie with your yong sonne Edward of Carnaruan Prince of VVales Sound Trumpets Omnes God saue Edward of Carnaruan prince of wales Queen Elinor shee kisses him Gramercis Bishop holde take that to buie thee a Rochell welcome VVelshman here Nurse open him and haue him to the fire for God sake they haue rouzed him and wash them throughe and that bee good and welcome Ione Countesse of Gloster God blesse thee with long life honor and hearts ease I am nowe as good as my word Gloster shee is thine make much of her gentle Earle Longsh. Now my sweete Nell what more commandeth my Queene that nothing may want to perfect her contentment Q Eli. Nothing sweet Ned but pray my king to feaste the Lords and ladies roiallie and thankes a thousand times good men and women to you all for this duetie and honor done to your Prince Longsh. Maister Bridegroome by olde custome this is your waiting daie Sir Dauid you may commaund an ample welcome in our court for your cuntreymen brother Edmund reuell it now or neuer for honour of your Englands sonne Gloster now like a braue Bridegrome marshall this manie and set these Lords and Ladies to dancing so shall you fulfil the olde English prouerbe us merrie in Hall when beardes wag all After the showe and the King and Queen with all the lordes and ladies in place Longshanks speaketh What tidings bringes Versses to our court Enter in Versses with a halter about his necke Versses Tidinges to make thee tremble Englishe king Longsh. Me tremble boie must not bee newes from Scotland can once make
That if his wings grow flig they may be clipt Enter the Potter and the Potters wife called the Potters his dwelling there and Iohn her man Potterswife Iohn come awaie you goe as though you slept a great knaue and be afraide of a little thundering and lightning Iohn Call you this a little thundering I am sure my breeches findes it a great deale for I am sure they are stufte with thunder Potterswife They are stufte with a foole are they not will it please you to carrie the lantern a little handsommer and not to carrie it with your handes in your slops Iohn Slops quoth you woulde I had taried at home by the fire and then I should not haue neede to put my hands in my pockets but I le lâ—e my life I know the reason of this towle weather Potâ—wife Doe you know the reason I praie thee Iohn tel me and let me heare this reason Iohn I lâ—e my life sonâ—e of your Gossipse be cros legâ— that we came from but you are wise mistres for you â—om now awâ— and wilâ— no 〈◊〉 a gossiping in a drie house all night Potterswife Would it please you to walke and leaue of your knauerie but st◠〈◊〉 what 's that riseth out of the ground Iesus blesse vs Iohn look how it riseth higher and higher Iohn Be my troth mistres t is a woman good Lord do women grâ— I neuer saw none grow before Poâ—swife Hold thy tongue thou foolish knaue it is the spirite of some woman Queene Ha let me see where am I on Charing green I o◠〈◊〉 greene here hâ—rd by Westminster where I was crowned and Edward there made King I t is true so it is and therefore Edward kisse not me vnlesse you will straight perfume your lips Edward Potterswife Ora pro nobis Iohn I praie â—ll to your prayers for my life it is the Queene that chases thus who sâ—cke this daâ—e on Charing greene and now is risen vp on Potters Hiue and therfore truâ—e 〈◊〉 I le go to her Here let the Potterswife goe to the Queen Queene Welcome good woman what place is this sea or land I pray shew to me Potterswife Your Grace neede not to feare you are on firme ground it is the Potters Hiue and therfoere cheare your Maiestie for I wil see you safe conducted to the Court if case your highnes be therewithall pleased Make a noise Westward how Queene I good woman conduct me to the court that there I maie bewaile my sinfull life and call to God to saue my wretched soule won aÌ„ what noise is this I hear Potterswife And like your Grace it is the Watermen that cals for passengers to goe VVestward now Queene That fits my turne for I will straight with them to Kinges towne to the Court and there repose me till the king come home and therefore sweete woman conceale what thou hast seene and leade mee to those Watermen for here doth Elinor droupe Iohn Come come here 's a goodly leading of you is ther not first you must make vs afeard and now I must bee troubled in carrying of you I would you were honestly laid in your bed so that I were not troubled with you Exeunt ambo Enter two messengers the one that Dauid shall be hangd the other of the Queenes sincking 1. Mrs Honor and Fortune waite vppon the Crowne Of Princelie Edward Englands valiant king Edward Thanks Messenger and if my God vouchsafe That winged Honor waite vppon my throne I le make her 〈◊〉 her plumbes vppon their heads Whose true allegeance doth confirme the Crowne What news in Wales how wends our busines there 2 Messeng The false disturber of that wasted soile VVith his adherents is surprised my King And in assurance he shall start no more Breathles he lies and headles to my Lordes The circumstance these lines shal here vnfold Edward A harmfull weede by wisedome rooted out Can neuer hurt the true ingrafted plant But what 's the newes Sir Thomas Spencer bringes Spenc. Wonders my Lord wrapt vp in homely words And Letters to informe your Maiestie Edw. O Heauens what maie these miracles portend Nobles my Queene is sicke but what is more Reed brother Edmund reede a wondrous chancâ— Edmund reedes a â—ine of the Queens sincking Edmund And â—not heard for red so strange a thing Edward Sweete Queene this sincking is a surfet tane Of pride wherewith thy womans mans heart did swell A dangerous maladie in the heart to dwell Lords march we towards London now in hast I will goe see my loue Elinor And comfort her after this strange affright And where she is importune to haue talke And secret conference with some Friers of France Mun thou with me and I with thee will goe And take the swete confession of my Nell We will haue French enough to parlee with the Queeâ— Edmund Might I aduise your royall maiestie I would not goe for millions of golde What â—nowes your grace disguised if you wend What you may heare in secrecy reuealde That maie appeale and discontent your highnes A goodly creature is your Elinor Brought vp in nicenesse and in delicacie Then listen not to her confession Lord To wound thy heart with some vnkinde conceite But as for Lancaster he maie not goe K. Edrard. brother I am resolude and goe I willâ— If God giue life and cheare my dying Queene Why Mun why man what ere King Edward heates It lies in God and him to pardon all I le haue no ghostlie Fathers out of France England hath learned Clarkes and Confessors To comfort and absolue as man may doe And I le be ghostlie Father for this once Edmund Edmund thou maist not goe although thou diâ— And yet how maist thou here thy King denie Edward is gratious merciful meeke and milde But 〈◊〉 when he findes he is beguilde Edward Messenger hie thee backe to Shrewsbury Bid Mortimor thy maister speede him fast And with his fortune welcome vs to London I long to see my beauteous louelie Queene Exeunt omnes Enter Dauid drawne on a hurdle with Mortimor and officers accompanied with the Frier the Nouice the Harper and Lluellens head on a speare Frier On afore on afore Nouice Hold vp your torches for dropping Frier A faire procession Sir Dauid be of good chear you cannot goe out of the waie hauing so manie guides at hand Nouice Be sure of that for we goe all the high way to the Gallowes I warrant you Dauid I goe where my starre leads me and die in my countreis iust cause and quarrell Harper The Starre that twinckled at thy birth Good brother mine hath mard thy mirth An o'de saide â—aw Earth must to earth Next yeare will be a pitteous death Of Hempe I dare laie a pennie This yeare is hangde so many Frier Well saide Morgan Pigot Harper and Prophet for the Kinges one mouth Nouice Tunda tedo tedo dote dum this is the daie thâ— time is come Morgan Pigots prophecie and Lord Lluellens Tragedie Frier Who saith
Palestine safe by his English Lords Receiued in triumphes like an earthly God He liues to weare his fathers Diadem And sway the sworde of brittish Albion But Elinor thy Elinor Lluellen And what of her Hath amorous Neptune gazd vpon my loue And stopt her passage with his forked mace Or that I rather feare O deadly feare Enamoured Nereus dooth he withhold my Elinor Guenther Nor Neptune Nereus nor other God Withholdeth from my gratious lord his loue But cruell Edward that iniurious king Withholds thy liefest louely Elmor Taking in a Pinnasse on the narrow seas By foure tall ships of Bristowe and with her Lord Emerick her vnhappie noble brother As from Mont argis hetherward they saild This say in breefe these letters tell at large Lluellen reades his brother Dauids letters Lluel Is Longshankes then so lustie now become Is my faire loue my beautious Elinor tane Villaine damnde villaines not to guard her safe Or fence her sacred person from her foes Sunne couldst thou shine and see my loue beset And didst not clothe thy cloudes in fierie coates Ore all the heauens with winged sulphure flames As when the beames like mounted combatants Battaild with Pyetion in the fallowed laies But if kinde Cambria deigne me good aspect To make me cheefest brute of westerne Wales I le short that gainlegd Longshanke by the top And make his flesh my murthering fawchions foode To armes true Britaine 's sprong of Troians seede And with your swordes write in the booke of Time Your Brittish names in Characters of bloud Owen ap Rice while we staie for further force Prepare awaie in poste and take with thee A hundred chosen of thy countrimen And scowre the marches with your Welshmens hookes That Englishmen may thinke the diuell is come Rice shall remaine with me make thou thy boade In resolution to reuenge these wronges With bloud of thousands guiltlesse of this rage Flie thou on them amaine Edward my loue Be thy liues bane Follow me countrimen VVords make no waie my Elinor is surprizd Robd am I of the comfort of my life And know I this and am not veng'd on him Exit Lluellen and the other lords Manet the Friar and Nouice Friar Come boie we must buckle I see The prince is of my profession right Rather than he wil lose his wenche He will fight Ab ouo vsque ad mala Nouice O maister doubt you not but your Nouice will prooue a whot shot with a bottle of Metheglin Exeunt ere the wenche fall into a Welsh song and the Friar aunswer and the Nouice betweene Enter the nine lordes of Scotland with their nine pages Gloster Sussex king Edward in his sute of Glasse Queene Elinor Queene Mother the King and Queene vnder a Canopie Iong. Nobles of Scotland we thanke you all For this daies gentle princelie seruice done To Edward Englands king and Scotlands lord Our Coronations due sollennitie Is ended with applause of all estates Now then let vs appose and rest vs heere But speciallie we thanke you gentle lords That you so well haue gouerned your greefes As being growne vnto a age all iarre You choose king Edward by your Messengers To calme to qualifie and to compound Thanke Britains strife of Scotlands climing peeres I haue no doubt faire lords but you well wot How factions waste the ritchest Commonwealth And discord spoiles the seates of mightie kings The Barons warres a tragicke wicked warre Nobles how hath it shaken Englands strength Industriouslie it seemes to me you haue Loiallie ventured to preuent this shock For which sith you haue chosen me your iudge My lord wil you stand to what I shall award Baliol. Victorious Edward to whom the Scottish kings Owe homage as their lorde and soueraigne Amongst vs nine is but one lawfull king But might we all be iudges in the case Then should in Scotland be nine kings at once And this contention neuer set or limited To staie these iarres we iointlie make appeale To thy imperiall throne who knowes our claimes We stand not on our titles before your grace But do submit our selues to your awarde And whome your Maiestie shall name to be our king To him wee le yeeld obedience as a king Thus willinglie and of their owne accorde Doth Scotland make great Englands king their iudge Lorg. Then nobles since you all agree in one That for a crowne so disagree in all Since what I do shall rest irreuocable And louelie England to thy louely Queene Louelie Queene Elinor vnto her turne thy eye Whose honor cannot but loue thee wel Holde vp your hands in sight with generall voice That are content to stand to our award They all holde vp their handes and say he shall Deliuer me the golden Diadem Loe here I holde the goale for which ye striued And heere behold my worthie men at armes For chiualrie and worthie wisdomes praise Worthie each one to weare a Diadem Expect my doome as erst at I da hilles The Goddesses deuine waited the award Of Danaes sonne Balioll stand farthest forth Baliol behold I giue thee the Scottish crowne Weare it with heart and with thankfulnes Sound Trumpets and say all after me God saue king Baliol the Scottish king The Trumpets sounds all crie aloud God saue King Baliol the Scottish king Thus lords though you require no reason why According to the conscience in the cause I make Iohn Balioll your anointed king Honor and loue him as behooues him best That is in peace of Scotlands crowne possest Baliol. Thankes roiall England for thy honor doone This iustice that hath calmd our ciuell strife Shall now be ceast with honourable loue So mooued of remorce and pittie We will erect a colledge of my name In Oxford will I build for memorie Of Baliols bountie and his gratitude And let me happie daies no longer see Then heere to England loyall I shall bee Elinor Now braue Iohn Balioll Lord of Gallaway And king of Scots shine with thy goulden head Shake thy speres in honour of his name Vnder whose roialtie thou wearst the same Queene Elinors speeche The welken spangled through with goulden spots Reflects no finer in a frostie night Then louely Longshankes in his Elinors eye So Ned thy Nell in euery part of thee Thy person 's garded with a troope of Queenes And euery Queene as braue as Elinor Giue glorie to these glorious christall quarries Where euery robe an obiect entertaines Of riche deuice and princelie maiestie Thus like Narcissus diuing in the deepe I die in honour and in Englands armes And if I drowne it is in my delight Whose companie is cheefest life in death From foorth whose currall lips I suck the sweete VVherewith are daintie Cupids candles made Then liue or die braue Ned or sinke or swim An earthlie blisse it is to looke on him On thee sweete Ned it shall become thy Nell Bounteous to be vnto the beauteous Ore prie the palmes sweete fountaines of my blisse And I will stand on tiptoe for a kisse
Long. He had no thought of any gentle heart That would not seaze desire for such desart If any heauenly ioy in women be Sweet of all sweetes sweete Nell it is in thee Now lords along by this the Earle of Marche Lord Mortimor ore Cambriaes mountaine tops Hath rang'd his men and feeles Lluellens minde To which confines that well in wasting be Our sollemne seruice of coronation past We will amaine to backe our friends at neede And into to Wales our men at armes shall march And we with them in person foote by foote Brother of Scotland you shall to your home And liue in honour there faire England friend And thou sweet Nell Queene of king Edwards heart Shall now come lesser at thy daintie loue And at coronation meete thy louing peeres When stormes are past and we haue coolde the rage Of these rebellious Welshmen that contend Gainst Englands maiestie and Edwards crowne Sound Trumpets Harolds lead the traine along This be king Edwards feast and hollie daie Exeunt Enter the Maris of London from Church and Musicke before her Qu. Eli. Glocester who may this be a bride or what I praie yee Ione goe see And know the reason of the harmonie Ione Good woman let it not ostend you any whit For to deliuer vnto me the cause That in this vnusuall kinde of sort You passe the streetes with musicke so Maris Mistres or Madam what ere you be Wot you I am the Maior of Londons wife Who for I haue beene deliuered of a sonne Hauing not these doozen yeares had any before Now in my husbands yeare of Mairoltie Bringing him a goodly boye I passe vnto my house a maiden bride Which priuate pleasure touching godlinesse Shall here no waye I hope offend the good Queene You hope so gentle mistres do you indeed But doe not make it parcell of your creede Maris Alas I am vndone it is the Queene The proudest Queene that euer England knew Exeunt Maris omnes Quee. Come Gloster le ts to the court and reuel there Exeunt Glocester and the Queene Enter Meredith Dauid and Lluellen Dauid Soft is it not Meredeth I behold Lluel. All good all friends Meredeth see the man Must make vs great and raise Lluellens head Fight thou Lluellen for thy friend and thee Mer. Fight mauger fortune strong our battailes strong And beare thy foes before thy pointed launce Dauid Not too much prowesse good my lord at once Some talke of pollicie another while Mered. How comes my lims hurt at this assault Lluel. Hurt for our good Meredeth make account Sir Dauids wit is full of good deuise And kindlie will performe what he pretends Dauid Enough of this my Lord at once What will you that I holde the king in hand Or what shall I especiallie aduize Sitting in counsell with the English lordes That so my counsell may auaile my friends Lluel. Dauid if thou wilt best for me deuise Aduise my loue be rendered to my hand Tell them the Chaines that Mulciber erst made To tie Prometheus lims to Caucasus Nor furies phanges shal hold me long from her But I will haue her from the usurper tent My beautious Elinor if ought in this If in this case thy wit may boote thy friends Expres it then in this in nothing els Dauid I there 's a Carde that puts vs to our trumpe For might I see the starre of Leisters loines It were enough to darken and obscure This Edwards glorie fortune and his pride First hereof can I put you out of doubt Lord Mortimor of the king hath her in charge And honourablie intreates your Elinor Some thinkes he praies Lluellen were in heauen And thereby hopes to coache his loue on earth Lluel No where Lluellen mounts there Ellen flies Inspeakable are my thoughts for her Shee is not from me in death to be diuorst Dauid Go to it shall be so so shall it be Edward is full resolued of thy faith So are the English lords and Barons all Then what may let thee to intrude on them Some new found stratagem to feele their wit It is enough Meredeth take my weapons I am your prisoner say so at the least Go hence and when you parle on the walles Make shew of monstrous tirannie you intend To execute on me as on the man That shamefullie rebels gainst kin and kinde And least thou haue thy loue and make thy kinde With such conditions as shall best concerne Dauid must die say thou a shamefull death Edward perhaps with ruthe and pittie moou'd Will in exchange yeelde Elinor to thee And thou by me shalt gaine thy hearts desire Lluel. Sweetely aduized Dauid thou blessest me My brother Dauid lengthener of my life Friends gratulate to me my ioyfull hopes Exeunt Enter Longshankes Sussex and others Long. Why Barons suffer yee our foes to breathe Assault assault and charge them all amaine They feare they flie they faint they fight in vaine But where is gentle Dauid in his Den Loth were lenght but good should him betide Sound an Alarum On the walles enter Longshankes Sussex Mortimor Dauid the Friar Meredith holding Dauid by the collar with a Dagger in his hande Long. Where is the proude disturber of our state Traitor to Wailes and to his Soueraigne Lluel. Vsurper here I am what doost thou craue Lon. Welshman alleagance which thou owest thy king Lluel. Traitor no king that seekes thy countries sack The famous runnagate of Christendome Long. Ambitious rebell knowest thou what I am How great how famous and how fortunate And darst thou carie armes against me here Euen when thou shouldst do reuerence at my feete Yea feard and honourd in the farthest parts Hath Edward beene thy noble Henries sonne Traitor this sworde vnsheathd hath shined oft VVith reeking in the bloud of Sarazens When like to Perseus on his winged steede Brandishing bright the bloud of Adamant That aged Saturne gaue faire Maias sonne Conflicting tho with Gorgon in the vale Setting before the gates of Nazareth My horses hoofes I staind in Pagans gore Sending whole countries of heathen soules To Plutoes house this sworde this thirstie sworde Aimes at thy head and shall I hope ere long Gage and deuide thy bowels and thy bulke Disloiall villaine thou and what is more Lluel. Why Longshankes thinkst thou I will bee scarde with wordes No didst thou speake in thunder like to Ioue Or shouldst as Briareus shake at once A hundred bloudie swordes with bloudie hands I tell thee Longshankes here he faceth thee VVhome nought can daunt no not the stroke of death Resolu'd yee see but see the chance of warre Knowst thou a traitor and thou seest his head Then Longshankes looke this villaine in the face This Rebell he hath wrought his countries wrack Base rascall had and hated in his kinde Obiect of wrath and subiect of reuenge Long. Lluellen calst thou this the chance of warre Bad for vs all pardie but worse for him Courage sir Dauid kings thou knowst must die And noble mindes all
dastard feare defies Dauid Renowmed England star of Edwards Globe My liefest lord and sweetest Soueraigne Glorious and happie is this chance to me To reape this fame and honour in my death That I was hewed with foule defiled hands For my beloued king and countries good And died in grace and fauour with my prince Seaze on me bloudie butchers with your pawes It is but temporall that you can inflict Long. Brauelie resolu'd braue souldier by my life Friar Harke you sir I am afeard you will not be so resolued by that time you knowe so much as I can showe you here be hote Dogges I can tell you meanes to haue the baiting of you Mort. Lluellen in the midst of all thy braues How wilt thou vse thy brother thou hast tane Wilt thou let his maister ransome him Lluel. No nor his mistres gallant Mortimor With all the golde and siluer of the land Mered. Raunsome this Iudas to his fathers line Raunsome this traitor to his brothers life No take that earnest pennie of thy death This touche my lord comes nothing neere the marke Meredith stabs him into the armes and shoulders Longsh. O damned villaine holde thy hands Aske and haue Lluel. We will nor ask nor haue seest thou these tooles He showes him hote Pinsers These be the Dogges shall baite him to the death And shall by peecemeales teare his cursed flesh And in thy sight here shall he hang and pine Long. O villains traitors how will I be vengd Lluel. What threats thou Edward Desperate mindes contemne That furie menaceth see thy words effects He cuts his nose Dauid O gratious heauens dissolue me into claie This tirannie is more then flesh can beare Lon. Beare it braue minde sith nothing but thy bloud May satisfie in this extreame estate Sussex My lord it is in vaine to threaten them They are resolu'd yee see vpon his death Long. Sussex his death they all shall buie it deare Offer them any fauour for his life Pardon or peace or ought what is beside So loue me God as I regarde my friends Lluellen let me haue thy brothers life Euen at what rate and ransome thou wilt name Lluel. Edward king Edward as thou list be termd Thou knowst thou hast my beautious Elinor Produce her forth to plead for Dauids life She may obtaine more then an hoaste of men Long. VVilt thou exchange thy prisoner for thy loue Lluel. Talke no more to me let me see her face Morti. VVhy will your maiestie be all so base To stoope to his demaunds in euerie thing Long. Fetch her at once good Mortimor be gone Morti I go but how vnwilling heauens doth know Mered. A pace Mortimor if thou loue thy friend Morti. I go for dearer then I leaue behinde Mortimor goes for Elinor and conducts her in Long. See Sussex how he bleedeth in my eye That beareth fortunes shocke triumphantlie Friar Saw haw maiâ—er I haue found I haue found Lluel. VVhat hast thou found Friar ha Mered. Newes my lord a Star from out the Sea The same is risen and made a sommers day Then Lluellen spieth Elinor and Mortimor and saieth thus VVhat Nell sweete Nell doe I behold thy face Fall heauens fleete stars shine Phoebus lampe no more This is the Planet lends this world her light Starre of my fortune this that shineth bright Queene of my heart load starre of my delight Faire mould of beautie miracle of fame O let me die with Elinor in mine armes VVhat honour shall I lend thy loialtie Or praise vnto thy sacred dietie Mered. Marrie this my lord if I may giue you counsel sacrifice this Tike in her sight her friend which beeing done one of your souldiers may dip his foule shirt in his bloud so shall you bee waited with as many crosses as king Edward Long. Good cheere sir Dauid we shall vp anon Morti. Die Mortimor thy life is almost gone Eli. Sweet prince of Wales were I within thine armes Then should I in peace possesse my loue And heauens open faire their christall gates That I may see the pallace or my intent Long. Lluellen set try brother free Let me haue him thou shalt haue Elinor Lluel. Sooth Edward I do prize my Elinor Deerer then life but there belongeth more To these affaires than my content in loue And to be short if thou wilt haue thy man Of whome I sweare thou thinkest ouer well The safetie of Lluellen and his men Must be regarded highlie in this matche Say therefore and be short wilt thou giue peace And pardon to Lluellen and his men Long. I will herein haue time to be aduizd Lluel King Edward no we will admit no pause For goes this wretch this wretch to the pot And if Lluellen be pursued so neere May chance to showe thee such a tumbling cast As ere our father when he thought to scape And broke his neck from Iulius Casars towne Sussex My lord these rebels all are desperate Morti. And Mortimor of all most misetable Longsh How say you Welshmen will you leaue your armes And be true liegemen vnto Edwards crowne All the Sold If Edward pardon surely what is past Vpon conditions we are all content Long. Belike you will condition with vs then Sold Speciall conditions for our safetie first And for our countrie Cambrias common good T' auoide the fusion of our guiltie bloud Longsh. Go to say on Sold First for our followers and our selues and all We aske a pardon in the Princes word Then for this Lords possession in his loue But for our Countrie cheere these boones we beg And Englands promise princely to thy Wailes That none be Cambrias prince to gouerne vs But he that is a Welshman borne in Wales Graunt this and sweare it on thy knightly sword And haue thy man and vs and all in peace Lluel. Whie Cambria Britaines are you so incensed VVill you deliuer me to Edwards hands Soldi. No lord Lluellen we will backe for thee Thy life thy loue and golden libertie Morti. A truce with honourable conditions tane VVales happines Englands glorie and my bane Long. Commaund retreat be sounded in our campe Souldiers I graunt at full what you request Dauid good cheere Lluellen open the gates Lluel. The gates are opened enter thee and thine Daus. The sweetest sunne that ere I saw to shine Long. Madam a brabble well begun for thee Be thou my guest and sir Lluellens loue Exeunt Mortimor solus Mortimor a brable ill beganne for thee A truce with capitall conditions tane A prisoner sau'd and raunsomd with thy life Edward my king my Lord and louer deare Full little doost thou wot how this retreat As with a sword hath slaine poore Mortimor Farewell the flower the gem of beauties blaze Sweete Ellen miracle of natures hand Fuellen in thy name but heauen is in thy lookes Sweete Venus let me sainct or diuel be In that sweet heauen or hell that is in thee Exit Enter Iack and the Harper getting a standing against the Queene comes in
Englishe Edward stand agaste Versses Balioll hath chosen at this time to sturre To rouze him Lion like and cast the yoke That Scots ingloriouslie haue borne from thee And all the predecessors of thy line And make his roddes to reobtaine his rights And for his homage sends thee al this despight Edmund Why how now princockes pratest thou to a king Versses I doe my message truely from my king This sword and targot chide in lowder tearmes I bring defiance from king Iohn Balioll To English Edward and his Barons all Longsh. Mâ—ie so me thinkes thou defiest mee with a witnes Versses Balioll my king in Barwicke makes his Court His campe he spreads vppon the sandie plaine And dares thee to the battaile in his right Edmund VVhat Court and Campe in Englishmens despight Longsh. Hold messenger commend me to thy King Weare thou my chaine and carrie this to him Greete all his route of Rebels more or lesse Tel them such shamefull end will hit them all And wend with this as resolutely backe As thou to England broughst thy Scottish braues Tel then disdainefullie Balioll from vs VVee le rouze him from his hold and make him soone Disloge his Campe and take his walled towne Saie what I bid thee Versses to his teeth And earne this fauour and a better thing Versses Yes King of England whom my heart beloues Thinke as I promist him to braue thee heare So shall I bid Iohn Balioll bace from thee Longsh. So shalt thou earne my chaine and fauour Versses And carrie him this token that thou sendst VVhy now is Englands haruest ripe Barons now maie you reape the rich renowne That vnder warlicke colours springs in field And growes where ensignes wan vppon the plains False Balioll VVarwicke arwicke is no hold of proose To shrowd thee from the strength of Edwards arme No Scot thy Treasons feare shal make the breach For Englands pure renowne to enter one Omnes Amaine amaine vppon these treacherous Scottes Amaine saie all vppon these treacherous Scots Longsh. VVhile wee with Edmund Gloster and the rest VVith speedie iourne is gather vp our forces And beat these brauing Scots from Englands bounds Mortimor thou shalt take the route in taske That reuell here and spoile faire Cambria My Queene when shee is strong and well a foote Shall post to London and repaste her there Then God shall send vs happely all to meete And ioy the honors of our victories Take vantage of our foes and see the time Keepe stil our hold our fight yet on the plaine Balioll I come proud Balioll and ingrate Perswaded to chase thy men from Englands gate Exit Edward King Enter Balioll with his traine Balioll. Princes of Scotland and my louing friends VVhose neckes are ouer-wearied with the yoke And seruile bondage of these Englishmen List vp your hornes and with your brasen hoofes Spurre at the honor of your Enemies T is not ambitious thoughts of priuate rule Hath forst your king to take on him these Armes T is countreis cause it is the commons good Of vs and of our braue posterity to armes to armes Versses by this hath tolde the King our mindes And he hath braued proud England to the proofe VVe will renumerate his resolution With gold with glory and with kingly gifts Lorde By sweet Saint Ierem Versses will not spare To tell his message to the English King And beard the iolly Longshankes to his face VVere he the greatest Monarch in the world And here he comes his halter makes him hast Enter Versses Long liue my lord the rightfull King of Scots Balioll. Welcome Versses what newes from England Like to the measure of Scotlands King Versses Versses my Lord in tearmes like to himselfe Like to the messenger of Scottish King Defied the Peares of England and their lords That all his Barons trembles at my threats And Longshankes himselfe as dainted and amased Gazde on my face not witting what to say Till rouzing vp he shakte his threating haire Versses quoth he take thou King Edwards chaine Vppon condicion thou a message doe To Balioll false periurde Balioll For in these tearmes he bad me greete your Grace And gaue this halter to your excellences I tooke the chaine and gaue your Grace the rope Balioll. You tooke the chaine and giue my Grace the rope Lay hold on him why miscreaÌ„t recreant And darst thou bring a halter to thy King But I will quite thy paine and in that chaine Vppon a siluer Gallowes shalt thou hang That honored with a golden rope of England And a siluer Gibbet of Scotland Thou maist hang in the aire for fowles to feede vppon And men to wonder at awaie with him away After the sight of Iohn Balioll is done enter Mortimor pursuing of the Rebels Mort. Strike vp the drum follow pursue and chase Follow pursue spare not the proudest he That hauocks Englands sacred roialty Exit Morti. Then make the proclamation vpon the walles Sound Trumpets Enter Queene alone Now fits the time to purge our melancholly and bee reuenged vppon this London Dame Katherina Enter Katherina At hand Madam Queene Bring forth our London Maris here Kather. I will Madam Queene Now Nell be thee of some tortures for the Dame And purge thy choller to the vttermost Enter Maris and Katherine Now mistres Maris you haue attendance vrgde And therefore to requite your curtesie Our minde is to bestow an office on you straight Maris My selfe my life and seruice mighty Queen are humblie at your Maiesties commaund Queene Then mistres Maris saie whether will you be our Nurse or Landeres Maris Then maie it please your Maiestie to entertaine your handmaide for your Nurse shee will attende the craddle carefully Queene O no Nurse the Babe needes no great rockeing it can lull it selfe Katherina binde her in the chaire and let me see how shee le become a Nurse so now Katherin draw forth her brest and let the Serpent sucke his fil why so now shee is a Nurse sucke on sweet Babe Maris Ah Queene sweete Queene seeke not my bloud to spill For I shal die before this Adder haue his fil Queene Die or die not my minde is fullie pleased Come Katherina to London now wil we And leaue our Maris with her nurserie Kath. Farewel sweete Maris looke vnto the Babe Exeunt Queene and Kath. Maris Farewel proud Queen the Autor of my death The scourge of England and to English dames Ah husband sweete Iohn Bearmber Maior of London Ah didst thou know how Mary is perplext Soone wouldst thou come to Wales and rid me of this paine Here shee dies But oh I die my wishe is al in vaine Enter Lluellen running out before and Dauid with a halter ready to hang himselfe Lluellen The angry Heauens frownd on Brittains face To Ecclipse the glorie of faire Cambria VVith for or aspectes the dreadful Planets lowre Lluellen basely turne thy backe and flie No Welshmen fight it to the last and die For if my men safely haue got
the Bride Careles of chance I le recke no sowre euent Englands broad wombe hath not that armed band That can expel Lluellen from his land Enter Dauid Flie Lord of Cambria flie Prince of VVales Sweete brother flie the field is wonne and lost Thou art beset with Englands furious troupes And cursed Mortimor like a Lion leades Our men haue got the Bridg but al in vaine The English men are come vppon our backes Either flee or die for Edward hath the day For me I haue my rescue in my hand England on me no torments shal inflict Farewell Lluellen while wee meete in Heauen Exit Dauid Enter Souldiers Follow pursue lie there what ere thou be Lluellen is slaine with a Pike staffe Yet soft my hearts let vs his coutenance see This is the Prince I know him by his face O gracious fortune that me happie made To spoile the weede that chokes faire Cambria Hale him from hence and in this buskie wood Bury his corps but for his head I vowed I will present our gouernour with the same Exeunt omnes Enter the Frier with a halter about his necke Frier Come my gentle Richard my trew master seruant that in some stormes haue stood my maister hang thee I praie thee least I hang for thee and downe on thy mary bones like a foolish fellow that haue gone farre astray and aske forgiuenes of God and king Edward for playing the rachell and the Rebel here in Wales ah gentle Richard many a whot breakefast haue wee beene at together now since like one of Mars his frozen knights I must hang vp my weapon vppon this tree and come per misericordiam to the madde Potter Mortimor wring thy handes Frier and sing a pittiful farewell to thy pike-staffe at parting The Frier hauing song his farewell to his Pikestaffe a takes his leaue of Cambria and Exit the Frier Enter Mortimor with his souldiers and Elinor Mortimor Binde fast the Traitor and bring him awaie that the law maie iustly passe vppon him and receaue the reward of monstruous treasons and villanye staine to the name and honor of his noble countrey for you that slew Lluellen and presented vs with his heade the King shall reward your fortune and chiualry Sweet Ladie abate not thy lookes so heauenlie to the earth God and the King of England hath honor for thee in store and Mortimors heart at seruice and at thy commaundement Elinor Thankes gentle Lord but alas who can blame Elinor to accuse her starres that in one howre hath loste honor and contentment Mort. And in one howr may your Ladishippe recouer both if you vouchsafe so be aduised by your friendes but what makes the Frier here vpon his mary bones Frier O Potter Potter the Frier doth sue Now his olde maister is slaine and gone to haue anew Elinor Ah sweet Lluellen how thy death I rue Mortimor Well saide Frier better once then neuer giue me thy hand my cunning shall faile me but we will be fellowes yet and now Robin Hood is gone it shall cost me whot water but thou shalt be King Edwards man only I enioyne thee this come not too neare the Frier but good Frier be at my hand Frier O sirre no sirre not so sirre a was warned too latelie none of that flesh I loue Mortimor Come on and for those that haue made their submission and giuen their names in the Kinges name I pronounce their pardones and so God saue K. Edward Exeunt ambo from Wales Heres thunder and lightning when the Queen comes in Enter Queene Elinor and Ione Q Eli. Whie Ione is this the welcome that the clouds affordes how dare these disturbe our thoughts knowing that I am Edwardes wife and Englands Queen here thus on Charing greene to threaten me Ione Ah mother blaspheme not so your blaspheming and other wicked deeds hath caused our God to terrifie your thoughts and call to minde your sinfull fact committed against the Maris here of louely London and better Maris London neuer bread so full of ruth and pitty to the poore her haue you made awaie that London cries for vengeance on your head Queene I rid her not I made her not awaie by heauen I sweare Traitors they are to Edward and to Englandes Queene that saie I made awaie the Maris Ione Take heede sweet Lady mother sweare not so a field of prise corne wil not stop their mouths that said you haue made a waie that vertuous woman Queene Gape earth and swallow me and let my soule sincke downe to Hell if I were Autor of this womens Tragedy Oh Ione helpe Ione thy mother sinckes Ione Oh mother my helpe is nothing oh she is suncke and here the earth is new closde vp againe ah Charinge greene for euer change thy hew and neuer may the gras grow greene againe but wither and returne to stones because that beauteous Elinor sincke on thee wel I will send vnto the king my fathers Grace and satisfie him of this strange mishap Exit Ione Alarum a charge after long skirmishe assault florishe Enter King Edward with his traine and Balioll prisoner Edward speaketh Edward Now trothles King what fruites haue brauing boastes VVhat end hath Treason but a soddaine fall Such as haue knowne thy life and bringing vp Haue praised thee for thy learning and thy art How comes it then that thou forgetst thy bookes That schoold thee to forget ingratitude Vnkinde this hand hath nointed thee a king This tongue pronounst the sentence of thy ruth If thou in lue of mine vnfaigned loue Hast leuied armes for to attempt my crowne Now see thy fruites thy gloryes are dispearst And his for like sith thou hast past thy bounds Thy sturdie necke must stoope to beare this yoke Balioll. I tooke this lesson Edward from my booke To keepe a iust equality of minde Content with euery fortune as it comes So canst thou threat no more then I expect Edward So sir your moderation is enforst Your goodly gloses cannot make it good Balioll. Then will I keepe in silence what I meane Since Edward thinkes my meaning is not good Edmund Naie Balioll speake forth if there yet remain A little remnant of perswading Art Balioll. If cunning haue power to win the king Let those imploy it that can flatter him If honored deede may reconcile the King It lies in me to giue and him to take Edward Why what remains for Balioll now to giue Balioll. Alegeance as becomes a roiall king Edward What league of faâ— where league is broken once Balioll. The greater hope in them that once haue falne Edward But foolishe are those Monarches that doe yeelde A conquered Realme vppon submissiue vowes Balioll. There take my crowne and so redeme my life Edward I sit that was the choisest plea of both For who so quels the pomp of haughtie windes And breakes their sâ—fe wheron they build their trust 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 wanting power they carrie not harme Balioll shall liue but yet within suâ— bounds
They are neither Gentlemen nor Welshmen That will denie their countrie Come hither wenche I le haue about with them once more For denying of theyr Countrie Make as if yee would fight Rice Frier thou wottest not what thou say est This is the prince and we are all his traine Disposed to be pleasant with thee a little But I perceiue Friar thy nose will bide no rest Friar As much as you will with me sir But not at any hand with my wench I and Richard my man heere For here Contra omnes gentes But is this Lluellen the great Camber Britaine Lluel. It is he Friar giue me thy hand And gramercies twentie times I promise thee thou hast cudgeld Two as good lessons into my iacket As euer Churchman did at so short warning The one is not to be too busie with another mans cattel The other not in hast to denie my countrie Friar T is pittie my Lorde But you should haue more of this learning You profit so well by it Lluel. T is pittie Friar but thou shouldst be Lluellens Chaplaine thou edifiest so well and so shalt thou be of mine honor heere I entertaine thee thy boye and thy trull to follow my fortune in Secula seculorum Friar And Richard my man sir and you loue me He that stands by me and shrunke not at all weathers And then you haue me in my colours Lluel Friars agreed Rice welcome the Ruffines Enter the Harper and sing to the tune of Who list to lead a Souldiers life Goe too goe too you Britaine 's all And plaie the men both great and small A wonderous matter hath be fall That makes the Prophets crie and call Tum da et di te de te dum That you must marche both all and some Against your foes with trumpe and Drum I speake to you from God that you shall ouercome With a turne both waies Lluel. What now who haue we here Tum date dite dote dum Fri. What haue we a fellow dropt out of the element What 's hee for a man Rice ap Mer. Knowest thou this Goscup Fri. What not Morgain Pigot our good welsh prophet O t is a holie Harper Meredith A Prophet with a moraine Good my Lord le ts heare a few of his lines I pray you Nouice My lords t is an od fellow I can tell you As any is in all Wales He can sing rime with reason and rime without reason And without reason or rime Lluellen The diuell hee can Rime with reason and rime without reason And reason without rime Then good Morgan Pigot pluck out thy spigot And draw vs a fresh pot From the kinder kinde of thy knowledge Friar Knowledge my sonne knowledge I warrantye How saist thou Morgaine art thou not a very prophet Harper Friar friar a Prophet verilie For great Lluellens loue Sent from aboue to bring him victorie Mered. Come then gentle prophet le ts see how thou canst salute thy prince say shall we haue good successe in our enterprize or no Harp VVhen the weathercock of Carmarthen steeple Shall ingender yong ones in the belferie And a heard of Goates leaue their pasture To be cloathed in siluer Then shall Brute be borne a new And VVales record their auncient hew Aske Friar Dauid if this be not true Friar This my Lord a meanes by you O he is a prophet a prophet Lluel. Soft you now good Morgan Pigot And take vs with yee a little I pray VVhat meanes your wisdome by all this Harper The VVeathercock my lord was your father who by foule weather of waire was driuen to take Sanctuarie in Saint Maries at Carnaruon where he begat yong ones on your mother in the belfrey viz. your worship and your brother Dauid Lluel. But what didst thou meane by the Goates Harp The Goates that leaue the pasture to be cloathed in siluer are the siluer Goates your men wore on their sleeues Fr. O how I loue thee Morgain Pigot our sweet prophet Llu. Hence rogue with your prophesies out of my sight Mered. Nay good my lord le ts haue a few more of these meeters he hath great store in his head Nouice Yea and of the best in the market And your Lordship would vouchsafe to heare them Lluellen Villaine away I le heere no more of your prophesies Harper VVhen legs shall lose their length Returning wearie home from out the holy land A VVwelshman shall be king And gouerne merrie England Mered Did I not tell your Lordship hee would hit it home anon Friar My Lord he comes to your time that 's flat Nouice I maister and you marke him he hit the marke pat Friar As how Iack Nou VVhy thus when legs shall lose their length And thankes yeelde vp their strength Returning wearie home from out the holy land A VVwelshman shall bee king And gouerne merrie England VVhy my Lord in this prophesie is your aduancement as plainlie seene as a three halfepence through a dishe of butter in a sunnie date Fri. I thinke so lack for hee that sees three halfepence must tarrie till the butter be melted in the suune and so foorth applie boie Nouice Nonego maister do you and you dare Lluel. And so boy thou meanest hee that tarries this prophesie may see Long shankes shorter by the head and Lluellan weare the crowne in the field Friar By ladie my Lord you go neere the matter But what saith Morgaine Pigote more Harper In the yeare of our lorde God 1272 shall spring from the loines of Brute one whose wiues name being the perfect end of his ground shal cōsummate the peace betwixt England and VVales and bee aduaunced to ride through Cheapside with a crowne on his head and that 's ment by your lordship for your wiues name being Ellen and your owne Lluellan beareth the perfect end of your owne name so must it needes bee that for a time Ellen flee from Lluellen yee beeing betrothed in heart each to others must needes bee aduaunced to bee highest of your kinne Lluel. Iacke I make him thy prisoner Looke what waie my fortune inclines That waie goes hee Mered. Sirra see you runne swiftest Friar Farewell be farre from the Spigote Exit Nouice Now sir if our countrie Ale were as good as your Metheglen I would teach you to play the knaue or you should teache me to play the Harper Harp Ambo boye you are too light witted As I am light minded Noui. It seemed to me thou art fittest and passing well Exeunt ambo Enter Guenther to Lluellen with letters Lluel. What tidings bringeth Guenther with his haste Say man what bodes thy message good or bad Guenther Bad my lord and all in vaine I wot Thou darest thine eyes vpon the wallowing maine As erst did Aegen to behold his sonne To welcome and receiue thy welcome loue And sable sailes he saw and so maist thou For whose mishap the Brackish seas lament Edward ô Edward Lluel. And what of him Guenther Landed he is at Douer with his men From
Queene That hath inricht me with a goodly boye King Edward Edmund and Gloster goes into the the Queenes Chamber the Queenes Tent opens shee is discouered in her bed attended by Mary Dutches of Lancaster Ione of Acon her daughter the Queen dandles his young sonne Longsh Ladies by your leaue how doth my Nell mine owne my loue my life my heart my deare my doue my Queene my wife Eli. Ned art thou come sweet Ned welcome my ioy Thy Nell presents thee with a louely boy Kisse him and christen him after thine owne name Hey ho whom doe I see my lord of Lancaster welcome hartely Lancaster I thanke your grace sweet Nell wel mette withall Q. Eli. Brother Emund hers a kinsman of yours you must neede be acquainted Edmund A goodly boy God blesse him giue mee your hand Sir you are welcome into Wales Qu. Eli. Brother ther 's a fist I warrant you wil holde Mace as fast as euer did father or grandfather before him Longsh. But tel in now lapt in Lillie bands How with my Queen my louely boye it stands After thy iourney and these child bed paines Qu. Eli. Sicke mine owne Ned thy Nell for thy companie That lured her with thy lies all so farre To follow thee vnweldie in thy warre But I forgiue thee Ned my lims delight So thy young sonne thou see be brauelie dight And in Carnaruan christened roiallie Sweet loue let him be lapt most curiouslie He is thine owne as true as he is thine Take order then that he be passing fine Longsh My louelie Ladie let that care be lesse For my young sonne the countrey wil I feast And haue him borne as brauely to the funt As euer yet Kings sonne to Christning went Lacke thou no precious thing to comfort thee De reare then Englands Diadem vnto me Qu. Eli. Thankes gentle Lord nurse rocke the Cradle fie The King so neare and here the boie to crie Ione take him vp and sing a Lullabie Longsh. T is wel beleeue me wench godamercie Ione Edmund Shee learnes my Lord to lull a young one of her owne Qu. Eli. Giue me some drinke Longsh. Drinke Nectar my sweete Nell Worthy for seat in heauen with Ioue to dwell Eli. Gramercis Ned now wel remembred yet I haue a suite sweete lord but you must not denie it Whereas my Lord of Gloster good Clare mine host my guide Good Ned let Ione of Acon be his bride Assure your selfe that they are throughly wooed Longsh. God send the King be taken in the mood Then Neece t is like that you shall haue a husband Come hither Gloster hold giue her thy hand Take her sole daughter to the Queene of England Longsh. giues her to Gloster For newes hee brought Nell of my young sonne I promist him as much as I haue done Gloster and Ione hand in hand We humbly thanke your maiestie Edmund Much ioy may them betide A gallant bridegrome and a princely bride Longsh. Now say sweete Queene what doth my Lady craue Tell me what name shal this young Welshman haue Borne Prince of wales by Cambrias full consent Eli. Edward the name that doth me wel content Longsh. Then Edward of Carnaruan shal he be And Prince of Wales christned in roialtie D. Edmund My Lord I thinke the Queene woulde take a nappe Ione Nurse take the childe and hold in your lappe Longsh. Farewell good Ione be careful of my Queen Sleepe Nell the fairest Swan mine eies haue seene They close the Tent D. Edmund I had forgot-to aske your Maiesty How doe you with the Abbies here in Wales Longsh. As kings with rebels Mun our right preuails We haue good Robin Hood and little Iohn The Frier and the good Maid marrian Why our Lluellen is a mightie man Gloster Trust me my Lord me thinks t were very good That some good fellowes went and scourd the wood And take in hand to cudgell Robin Hood I thinke the Frier for all his lusty lookes Nor Robin rule with their gleames and hookes But would be quickely driuen to the nookes Dauid I can assure your highnes what I knowe The false Lluellen will not runne nor goe Or giue an inche of ground come man for man Nor that proude rebel called little Iohn To him that welds the massiest sword of England Gloster Welshman how wilt thou that we vnderstand But for Lluellen Dauid I denie England hath men will make Lluellen flie Maugre his beard and hide him in a hole VVearie of Englands dints and manly dole D. Edm. Gloster grow not so hot in Englands right That paints his honor out in euerie sight Long. By Gis faire Lords ere many daies be past England shall giue this Robin Hood his breakfast Dauid be secrete friend to that I saie And if I vse thy skill thou knowest the waie VVhere this proude Robin and his yeomen rome Dauid I do my Lord and blindfold thither can I run Longsh. Dauid enough as I am a Gentleman I le haue one merrie flirt with little Iohn And Robin Hood and his Maide marrian Be thou my counsell and my companie And thou maist Enlands resolution see Enter Sussex before the foure Barons of Wales Sussex May it please your maiestie here are 4. good Squires of the Cantréds where they do dwell come in the name of the whole countrey to gratulate vnto your highnes all your good fortunes and by me offer their most humble seruice to your young sonne their Prince whom they most heartely beseech God to blesse with long life and honor Longsh. Wel said Sussex I pray bid them come teare Sir Dan trust me this is kindly don of your cuntrey me Dauid Villains Traitors to the ancient glory and renowne of Cambria Morris Vaghan art thou there and thou proude Lord of Anglesee They kneele downe Enter Sussex with the foure Barrons of Wales with the Mantle of frise Mantle Barrons The poore countrey of Cambria by vs vnworthie messengers gratulats to your maiesty the birth of your young sonne Prince of Wales and in this poore prest express their most zealous duetie and affection which with all humblenes we present to your highnes sweete and sacred hands Longsh Gramercis Barons for your giftes and good wils by this means my boie shal weare a Mantle of cuntries weauing to keepe him warm and liue for Englands honor and Cambrias good I shall not neede I trust curteously to inuite you I doubt not Lords but you wil be all in readines to waite on your young Prince and doe him honor at his christning Sussex The whole countrey of Cambria round about all wel horst and attended on both men and women in their best array are come downe to doe seruice of loue and honour to our late born Prince your Maiesties son and honnie the men and women of Sowdone especially haue sent in great abundance of cattle corn enough by computacion for your highnes housheld a whole month and more Long. We thank them all and wil present our Q with