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A21144
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The raigne of King Edvvard the third as it hath bin sundrie times plaied about the citie of London.; Edward III (Drama)
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1596
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in the sea Had been preuented of this mortall griefe Ki Content thee Phillip t is not teares will serue To call him backe if he be taken hence Comfort thy selfe as I do gentle Queene With hope of sharpe vnheard of dyre reuenge He bids me to prouide his funerall And so I will but all the Peeres in Fraunce Shall mourners be and weepe out bloody teares Vntill their emptie vaines be drie and sere The pillers of his hearse shall be his bones The mould that couers him their Citie ashes His knell the groning cryes of dying men And in the stead of tapers on his tombe an hundred fiftie towers shall burning blaze While we bewaile our valiant sonnes decease After a flourish sounded within enter an herald He. Reioyce my Lord ascend the imperial throne The mightie and redoubted prince of Wales Great seruitor to bloudie Mars in armes The French mans terror and his countries fame Triumphant rideth like a Romane peere and lowly at his stirop comes a foot King Iohn of France together with his sonne In captiue bonds whose diadem he brings To crowne thee with and to proclaime thee king Ki. Away with mourning Phillip wipe thine eies Sound Trumpets welcome in Plantaginet Enter Prince Edward king Iohn Phillip Audley Artoys Ki As things long lost when they are found again So doth my sonne reioyce his fathers heart For whom euen now my soule was much perplext Q. Be this a token to expresse my ioy kisse him For inward passions will not let me speake Pr. My gracious father here receiue the gift This wreath of conquest and reward of warre Got with as mickle perill of our liues as ere was thing of price before this daie Install your highnes in your proper right and heere withall I render to your hands These prisoners chiefe occasion of our strife Kin: So Iohn of France I see you keepe your word You promist to be sooner with our selfe Then we did thinke for and t is so in deed But had you done at first as now you do How many ciuill townes had stoode vntoucht That now are turnd to ragged heaps of stones How many peoples liues mightst thou haue saud that are vntimely sunke into their graues Io: Edward recount not things irreuocable Tell me what ransome thou requirest to haue Kin: Thy ransome Iohn hereafter shall be known But first to England thou must crosse the seas To see what intertainment it affords How ere it fals it cannot be so bad as ours hath bin since we ariude in France Ioh: Accursed man of this I was fortolde But did misconster what the prophet told Pri Now father this petition Edward makes To thee whose grace hath bin his strongest shield That as thy pleasure chose me for the man To be the instrument to shew thy power So thou wilt grant that many princes more Bred and brought vp within that little Isle May still be famous for lyke victories and for my part the bloudie scars I beare The wearie nights that I haue watcht in field The dangerous conflicts I haue often had The fearefull menaces were proffered me The heate and cold and what else might displease I wish were now redoubled twentie fold So that hereafter ages when they reade The painfull traffike of my tender youth Might thereby be inflamd with such resolue as not the territories of France alone But likewise Spain Turkie and what countries els That iustly would prouoke faire Englands ire Might at their presence tremble and retire Kin: Here English Lordes we do proclaime a rest an intercession of our painfull armes Sheath vp your swords refresh your weary lims Peruse your spoiles and after we haue breathd a daie or two within this hauen towne God willing then for England we le be shipt VVhere in a happie houre I trust we shall Ariue three kings two princes and a queene FINIS
owne allies That are in Flaunders to solicite to The Emperour of Almaigne in our name Myselfe whilst you are ioyntly thus employd Will with these forces that I haue at hand March and once more repulse the trayterous Scot But Sirs be resolute we shal haue warres On euery side and Ned thou must begin Now to forget thy study and thy bookes And yre thy shoulders to an Armors weight Pr. As cheereful sounding to my youthfull spleene This tumult is of warres increasing broyles As at the Coronation of a king The ioyfull clamours of the people are When Aue Cesar they pronounce alowd Within this schoole of honor I shal learne Either to sacrifice my foes to death Or in a rightfull quarrel spend my breath Then cheerefully forward ech a seuerall way In great affaires t is nought to vse delay Exunt Enter the Countesse Alas how much in vaine my poore eyes gaze For souccour that my soueraigne should send A cousin Mountague I feare thou wants The liuely spirit sharpely to solicit With vehement sute the king in my behalfe Thou dost not tell him what a griefe it is To be the scornefull captiue to a Scot Either to be wooed with broad vntuned othes Or forst by rough insulting barbarisme Thou doest not tell him if he heere preuaile How much they will deride vs in the North And in their vild vnseuill skipping giggs Bray foorth their Conquest and our ouerthrow Euen in the barraine bleake and fruitlesse aire Enter Dauid and Douglas Lorraine I must withdraw the euerlasting soe Comes to the wall I le closely step aside And list their babble blunt and full of pride K. Da: My Lord of Lorrayne to our brother of Fraunce Commend vs as the man in Christendome That we must reuerence and intirely loue Touching your embassage returne and say That we with England will not enter parlie Nor neuer make faire wether or take truce But burne their neighbor townes and so persist With eager Rods beyond their Citie Yorke And neuer shall our bonny riders rest Nor rust in canker haue the time to eate Their light borne snaffles nor their nimble spu Nor lay a side their Iacks of Gymould mayle Nor hang their staues of grayned Scottish ash In peacefull wise vpon their Citie wals Nor from their buttoned tawny leatherne belts Dismisse their byting whinyards till your King Cry out enough spare England now for pittie Farewell and tell him that you leaue vs heare Before this Castle say you came from vs Euen when we had that yeelded to our hands Lor: take my leaue and fayrely will returne Your acceptable greeting to my king Exit Lor. K. D Now Duglas to our former taske again For the deuision of this certayne spoyle Dou: My liege I craue the Ladie and no more King Nay soft ye sir first I must make my choyse And first I do bespeake her for my self Da. Why then my liege let me enioy her iewels King Those are her owne still liable to her And who inherits her hath those with all Enter a Scot in hast Mes: My liege as we were pricking on the hils To fetch in booty marching hitherward We might discry a mighty host of men The Sunne reflicting on the armour shewed A field of plate a wood of pickes aduanced Bethinke your highnes speedely herein An easie march within foure howres will bring The hindmost rancke vnto this place my liege King Dislodge dislodge it is the king of England Dug: Iemmy my man saddle my bonny blacke King Meanst thou to fight Duglas we are to weake Du: I know it well my liege and therefore flie Cou: My Lords of Scotland will ye stay and drinke King She mocks at vs Duglas I cannot endure it Count Say good my Lord which is he must haue the Ladie And which her iewels I am sure my Lords Ye will not hence till you haue shard the spoyles King Shee heard the messenger and heard our talke And now that comfort makes her scorne at vs Annother messenger Mes: Arme my good Lord O we are all surprisde After the French embassador my liege And tell him that you dare not ride to Yorke Excuse it that your bonnie horse is lame K. He heard that to intollerable griefe Woman farewell although I do not stay Exunt Scots Count T is not for feare and yet you run away O happie comfort welcome to our house The confident and boystrous boasting Scot That swore before my walls they would not backe For all the armed power of this land With facelesse feare that euer turnes his backe Turnd hence againe the blasting North-east winde Vpon the bare report and name of Armes Enter Mountague Mo: O Sommers day see where my Cosin comes How fares my Aunt we are not Scots Why do you shut your gates against your friends Co: Well may I giue a welcome Cosin to thee For thou comst well to chase my foes from hence Mo: The king himselfe is come in person hither Deare Aunt discend and gratulate his highnes Co: How may I entertayne his Maiestie To shew my duety and his dignitie Enter king Edward VVarwike Artoyes with others K. Ed: What are the stealing Foxes fled and gone Before we could vncupple at their heeles War: They are my liege but with a cheereful cry Hot hunds and hardie chase them at the heeles Enter Countesse K. Ed: This is the Countesse Warwike is it not War: Euen shee liege whose beauty tyrants feare As a May blossome with pernitious winds Hath sullied withered ouercast and donne K. Ed: Hath she been fairer Warwike then she is War: My gratious King faire is she not at all If that her selfe were by to staine herselfe As I haue seene her when she was her selfe K. Ed: What strange enchantment lurke in those her eyes When they exceld this excellence they haue That now her dym declyne hath power to draw My subiect eyes from persing maiestie To gaze on her with doting admiration Count In duetie lower then the ground I kneele And for my dul knees bow my feeling heart To witnes my obedience to your highnes With many millions of a subiects thanks For this your Royall presence whose approch Hath driuen war and danger from my gate K. Lady stand vp I come to bring thee peace How euer thereby I haue purchast war Co: No war to you my liege the Scots are gone And gallop home toward Scotland with their hate Least yeelding heere I pyne in shamefull loue Come we le persue the Scots Artoyes away Co: A little while my gratious soueraigne stay And let the power of a mighty king Honor our roofe my husband in the warres When he shall heare it will triumph for ioy Then deare my liege now niggard not thy state Being at the wall enter our homely gate King Pardon me countesse I will come no neare I dreamde to night of treason and I feare Co: Far from this place let vgly treason ly K No farther off then her conspyring eye Which shoots