the Prophet is an Asse whose prophecies come so to paile Said he not oft and sung it to Lluellen after much adoe Should in spite heaue vp his chin and be the highest of his kinne And see aloft Lluellens head Empalled with a crowne of lead My Lord let not this South-faire lacke That hath such cunning in his iacke Harper Dauid holde still your clacke Least your heeles make your neâ— cracke Frier Gentle Prophet and yee loue me for speâ— me not t is the worst â—ke in the world to sturre a wirche or anger a wise man maister unlesse haue wee anie nast best giue my horses some more â—aie Exeunt omnes Elinor in child-bed with her daughter Ione and other Ladies Qu. Eli. Cal forth those renowmed Friers come from France And raise me gentle Ladies in my bed That while this faultring engine of my speach I leane to vtter my concealed guilt I maie respect and so repent my sinnes Ione VVhat plague atracts your roiall Maiestie Qu. Eli. Ah Ione I perish through a double warres First in this painfull prison of my soule A world of dreadfull sins holpe thee to sight And Nature hauing lost her working power Yeeldes vp her earthlie Fortunes vnto death Next ouer VVar my soule is ouer preast In thee my Conscience loaden with misdeedes Sittes seeing my Conscience to ensue VVithout especiall fauour from aboue Ione Your Grace must account it a warriors crosse To make resist where daunger there is none Superdewe your Feuer by precious Art And helpe you still through hope of heauenlie aide Qu. Eli. The carelesse sleepe rule on the mountaines toppes That see the Sea-man floating on the swerge The threatning windes comes springing with the flouds To ouerwhelme and drowne his craised keele His tackes torne his sailes borne ouer boarde How pale like Vallowe flowres the mountaine standes Vppon his hatches waiting for his iearke Wringing his hands that ought to plaie the pompe Maie blaâ—e his feare that laboreth not for life So thou poore soule maie tell a seruile tale Maie councell me but I that prooue thy paine Maie heare thee talke but not redresse my harme But ghastlie death alreadie is addrest To gleane the latest blossome of my life My spirite failes me are these Friers come Enter the King and his brother in Friers weeds King Dominus vobiscum Edmund Et cum spiritu tuo Qu. Elinor Draw neare graue Fathers and approche my bed Forbeare our presence Ladies for a while And leaue vs to our secret conference King What cause hath moued your roiall Maiestie To call your seruaunts from their countreis bounds For to attend your pleasure here in Englands court Qu. Eli. See you not holie Friers mine estate My bodie weake inclining to my graue Edm. We see and sorrow for thy paine faire Queene Qu. Eli. By this eternall signes of my defectes Friers consecrate mine ineternall griefe My soule ah wretched soule within this brest Faint for to mount the Heauens with wings of grace A hundred by flocking troupes of sinne That stop my passage to my wished howres King The nearer Elinor so the greatest hope of health And daine to vs for to impart your quiet VVho by our praiers and counsaile ought to arme Aspiring soules to scale the heauenly grace Qu. Eli. Shame and remorse doth stop my course of speach King Madam you need not dread our conference VVho by the order of the holy Church Are all annoynted to sacred secrecie Qu. Eli. Did I not thinkeâ— naie were I not assured Your wisedomes would be silent in that cause No feare could make me to bewraie my selfe â—ue gentle fathers I haue thought it good Not to relie vppon these Englishmen But on your trothes you holy men of Fraunce Then as you loue your life and Englands weale Keepe secret my Confession from the king For why my storie nearelie toucheth him Whose loue compared with my losse delights With manie sorrowes that my heart affrights Edmund My heart misgiues King Be silent follow Frier Qu. Eli. In pride of youth when I was yong and faire And gracious in the king of Englands sight The daie before that night his Highnes should Possesse the pleasure of my wedlockes bed Caitife accursed monster as I was His brother Edmund beautifull and young Vppon my bridall couch by my concent Enioies the flowre and fauour of my loue The King be holdeth his brother wofully And I becam a Traitresse to my Lord King Facinus scelus in fandum nefas Edm. Madam through sickenes weakenes and your wittes t were verie good to bethinke yourselfe before you speake Qu. Eli. Good father not so weake but that I woe My heat doth rent to thinke vpon the time But whie exclaimes this holie Frier so Oh praie then for my faults religious man King T is charitie in men of my degree To sorrow for our neighbours hainous sinnes And Madam though some promise loue to you And zeale to Edmund brother to the King I praie the Heauens you both maie soone repent But might it please your Highnes to proceede Vnto this sinne a worser doth succeede Qu. Eli. For Ione of Acon the supposed child And daughter of my Lord the English King Is baselie borne begotten of a Frier Such time as I was their anued in Fraunce His one lie true and lawfull sonne my frendes He is my hope his sonne that should succeed Is Edward of Carnaruan latelie borne Now all the scruples of my troubled minde I sighing sound within your reuerent eares Oh praie for pittie praie for I must die Remitte my God the follie of my youth My groaned spirites attends thy mercies seate Queene Elinor dies Fathers farewell commend me to my King Commend me to my children and my friends And close mine eies for death will haue his due King Blushing I shut theie thine inticing lampes The wanton baites that make me sucke my bane Pirpus hardned flames did neuer reflect More hidious flames then from my brest arise VVhat fault more vilde vnto thy dearest Lord Our daughter base begotten of a Priest And Ned my brother partner of my loue Oh that those eies that lightned Cesars braine Oh that those lookes that mastered Phucebus brand Or else those lookes that staine Melisaes farre Should shrine discreet desire and lawles lust Vnhappie King dishonored in thy stocke Hence faigned weedes vnfaigned is my griefe Edm. Dread Prince my brother if my vowes auaile I call to witnes Heauen in my behalfe If zealous praier might driue you from suspect I bend my knees and humblie craue this boone That you will driue misdeedes out of your minde Maie neuer good betide my life my Lord If once I dreamde vppon this damned deede But my deceased sister and your Queene Afflicted with recurelesse maladies Impatient of her paine grew lunatick Discouering errors neuer dreamde vppon To proue this true the greatest men of all Within their learned volumes doe discord That all extreames and aland in naught but extremes Then thinke oh King her agonie
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
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
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