her then being a Maid yet ros'd ouer with the Virgin Crimson of Modestie if shee deny the apparance of a naked blinde Boy in her naked seeing selfe It were my Lord a hard Condition for a Maid to consigne to King Yet they doe winke and yeeld as Loue is blind and enforces Burg. They are then excus'd my Lord when they see not what they doe King Then good my Lord teach your Cousin to consent winking Burg. I will winke on her to consent my Lord if you will teach her to know my meaning for Maides well Summer'd and warme kept are like Flyes at Bartholomew-tyde blinde though they haue their eyes and then they will endure handling which before would not abide looking on King This Morall tyes me ouer to Time and a hot Summer and so I shall catch the Flye your Cousin in the latter end and shee must be blinde to Burg. As Loue is my Lord before it loues King It is so and you may some of you thanke Loue for my blindnesse who cannot see many a faire French Citie for one faire French Maid that stands in my way French King Yes my Lord you see them perspectiuely the Cities turn'd into a Maid for they are all gyrdled with Maiden Walls that Warre hath entred England Shall Kate be my Wife France So please you England I am content so the Maiden Cities you talke of may wait on her so the Maid that stood in the way for my Wish shall shew me the way to my Will France Wee haue consented to all tearmes of reason England Is' t so my Lords of England West The King hath graunted euery Article His Daughter first and in sequele all According to their firme proposed natures Exet. Onely he hath not yet subscribed this Where your Maiestie demands That the King of France hauing any occasion to write for matter of Graunt shall name your Highnesse in this forme and with this addition in French Nostre trescher filz Henry Roy d' Angleterre Heretere de Fraunce and thus in Latine Praeclarissimus Filius noster Henricus Rex Angliae Heres Franciae France Nor this I haue not Brother so deny'd But your request shall make me let it passe England I pray you then in loue and deare allyance Let that one Article ranke with the rest And thereupon giue me your Daughter France Take her faire Sonne and from her blood rayse vp Issue to me that the contending Kingdomes Of France and England whose very shoares looke pale With enuy of each others happinesse May cease their hatred and this deare Coniunction Plant Neighbour-hood and Christian-like accord In their sweet Bosomes that neuer Warre aduance His bleeding Sword 'twixt England and faire France Lords Amen King Now welcome Kate and beare me witnesse all That here I kisse her as my Soueraigne Queene Flourish Quee. God the best maker of all Marriages Combine your hearts in one your Realmes in one As Man and Wife being two are one in loue So be there 'twixt your Kingdomes such a Spousall That neuer may ill Office or fell Iealousie Which troubles oft the Bed of blessed Marriage Thrust in betweene the Pation of these Kingdomes To make diuorce of their incorporate League That English may as French French Englishmen Receiue each other God speake this Amen All. Amen King Prepare we for our Marriage on which day My Lord of Burgundy wee 'le take your Oath And all the Peeres for suretie of our Leagues Then shall I sweare to Kate and you to me And may our Oathes well kept and prosp'rous be Senet Exeunt Enter Chorus Thus farre with rough and all-vnable Pen Our bending Author hath pursu'd the Story In little roome confining mightie men Mangling by starts the full course of their glory Small time but in that small most greatly liued This Starre of England Fortune made his Sword By which the Worlds best Garden he atchieued And of it left his Sonne Imperiall Lord. Henry the Sixt in Infant Bands crown'd King Of France and England did this King succeed Whose State so many had the managing That they lost France and made his England bleed Which oft our Stage hath showne and for their sake In your faire minds let this acceptance take FINIS The first Part of Henry the Sixt. Actus Primus Scoena Prima Dead March Enter the Funerall of King Henry the Fift attended on by the Duke of Bedford Regent of France the Duke of Gloster Protector the Duke of Exeter Warwicke the Bishop of Winchester and the Duke of Somerset Bedford HVng be y e heauens with black yield day to night Comets importing change of Times and States Brandish your crystall Tresses in the Skie And with them scourge the bad reuolting Stars That haue consented vnto Henries death King Henry the Fift too famous to liue long England ne're lost a King of so much worth Glost England ne're had a King vntill his time Vertue he had deseruing to command His brandisht Sword did blinde men with his beames His Armes spred wider then a Dragons Wings His sparkling Eyes repleat with wrathfull fire More dazled and droue back his Enemies Then mid-day Sunne fierce bent against their faces What should I say his Deeds exceed all speech He ne're lift vp his Hand but conquered Exe. We mourne in black why mourn we not in blood Henry is dead and neuer shall reuiue Vpon a Woodden Coffin we attend And Deaths dishonourable Victorie We with our stately presence glorifie Like Captiues bound to a Triumphant Carre What shall we curse the Planets of Mishap That plotted thus our Glories ouerthrow Or shall we thinke the subtile-witted French Coniurers and Sorcerers that afraid of him By Magick Verses haue contriu'd his end Winch. He was a King blest of the King of Kings Vnto the French the dreadfull Iudgement-Day So dreadfull will not be as was his sight The Battailes of the Lord of Hosts he fought The Churches Prayers made him so prosperous Glost The Church where is it Had not Church-men pray'd His thred of Life had not so soone decay'd None doe you like but an effeminate Prince Whom like a Schoole-boy you may ouer-awe Winch. Gloster what ere we like thou art Protector And lookest to command the Prince and Realme Thy Wife is prowd she holdeth thee in awe More then God or Religious Church-men may Glost Name not Religion for thou lou'st the Flesh And ne're throughout the yeere to Church thou go'st Except it be to pray against thy foes Bed Cease cease these Iarres rest your minds in peace Let 's to the Altar Heralds wayt on vs In stead of Gold wee 'le offer vp our Armes Since Armes auayle not now that Henry's dead Posteritie await for wretched yeeres When at their Mothers moistned eyes Babes shall suck Our Ile be made a Nourish of salt Teares And none but Women left to wayle the dead Henry the Fift thy Ghost I inuocate Prosper this Realme keepe it from Ciuill Broyles Combat with aduerse
and louing Countreymen This token serueth for a Flagge of Truce Betwixt our selues and all our followers So helpe me God as I dissemble not Winch. So helpe me God as I intend it not King Oh louing Vnckle kinde Duke of Gloster How ioyfull am I made by this Contract Away my Masters trouble vs no more But ioyne in friendship as your Lords haue done 1. Seru. Content I le to the Surgeons 2. Seru. And so will I. 3. Seru. And I will see what Physick the Tauerne affords Exeunt Warw. Accept this Scrowle most gracious Soueraigne Which in the Right of Richard Plantagenet We doe exhibite to your Maiestie Glo. Well vrg'd my Lord of Warwick for sweet Prince And if your Grace marke euery circumstance You haue great reason to doe Richard right Especially for those occasions At Eltam Place I told your Maiestie King And those occasions Vnckle were of force Therefore my louing Lords our pleasure is That Richard be restored to his Blood Warw. Let Richard be restored to his Blood So shall his Fathers wrongs be recompenc't Winch. As will the rest so willeth Winchester King If Richard will be true not that all alone But all the whole Inheritance I giue That doth belong vnto the House of Yorke From whence you spring by Lineall Descent Rich. Thy humble seruant vowes obedience And humble seruice till the point of death King Stoope then and set your Knee against my Foot And in reguerdon of that dutie done I gyrt thee with the valiant Sword of Yorke Rise Richard like a true Plantagenet And rise created Princely Duke of Yorke Rich. And so thriue Richard as thy foes may fall And as my dutie springs so perish they That grudge one thought against your Maiesty All. Welcome high Prince the mighty Duke of Yorke Som. Perish base Prince ignoble Duke of Yorke Glost Now will it best auaile your Maiestie To crosse the Seas and to be Crown'd in France The presence of a King engenders loue Amongst his Subiects and his loyall Friends As it dis-animates his Enemies King When Gloster sayes the word King Henry goes For friendly counsaile cuts off many Foes Glost Your Ships alreadie are in readinesse Senet Flourish Exeunt Manet Exeter Exet. I we may march in England or in France Not seeing what is likely to ensue This late dissention growne betwixt the Peeres Burnes vnder fained ashes of forg'd loue And will at last breake out into a flame As festred members rot but by degree Till bones and flesh and sinewes fall away So will this base and enuious discord breed And now I feare that fatall Prophecie Which in the time of Henry nam'd the Fift Was in the mouth of euery sucking Babe That Henry borne at Monmouth should winne all And Henry borne at Windsor loose all Which is so plaine that Exeter doth wish His dayes may finish ere that haplesse time Exit Scoena Secunda Enter Pucell disguis'd with foure Souldiors with Sacks vpon their backs Pucell These are the Citie Gates the Gates of Roan Through which our Pollicy must make a breach Take heed be wary how you place your words Talke like the vulgar sort of Market men That come to gather Money for their Corne. If we haue entrance as I hope we shall And that we finde the slouthfull Watch but weake I le by a signe giue notice to our friends That Charles the Dolphin may encounter them Souldier Our Sacks shall be a meane to sack the City And we be Lords and Rulers ouer Roan Therefore wee 'le knock Knock. Watch. Che la. Pucell Peasauns la pouure gens de Fraunce Poore Market folkes that come to sell their Corne. Watch. Enter goe in the Market Bell is rung Pucell Now Roan I le shake thy Bulwarkes to the ground Exeunt Enter Charles Bastard Alanson Charles Saint Dennis blesse this happy Stratageme And once againe wee 'le sleepe secure in Roan Bastard Here entred Pucell and her Practisants Now she is there how will she specifie Here is the best and safest passage in Reig. By thrusting out a Torch from yonder Tower Which once discern'd shewes that her meaning is No way to that for weaknesse which she entred Enter Pucell on the top thrusting out a Torch burning Pucell Behold this is the happy Wedding Torch That ioyneth Roan vnto her Countreymen But burning fatall to the Talbonites Bastard See Noble Charles the Beacon of our friend The burning Torch in yonder Turret stands Charles Now shine it like a Commet of Reuenge A Prophet to the fall of all our Foes Reig. Deferre no time delayes haue dangerous ends Enter and cry the Dolphin presently And then doe execution on the Watch. Alarum An Alarum Talbot in an Excursion Talb. France thou shalt rue this Treason with thy teares If Talbot but suruiue thy Trecherie Pucell that Witch that damned Sorceresse Hath wrought this Hellish Mischiefe vnawares That hardly we escap't the Pride of France Exit An Alarum Excursions Bedford brought in sicke in a Chayre Enter Talbot and Burgonie without within Pucell Charles Bastard and Reigneir on the Walls Pucell God morrow Gallants want ye Corn for Bread I thinke the Duke of Burgonie will fast Before hee 'le buy againe at such a rate 'T was full of Darnell doe you like the taste Burg. Scoffe on vile Fiend and shamelesse Curtizan I trust ere long to choake thee with thine owne And make thee curse the Haruest of that Corne. Charles Your Grace may starue perhaps before that time Bedf. Oh let no words but deedes reuenge this Treason Pucell What will you doe good gray-beard Breake a Launce and runne a-Tilt at Death Within a Chayre Talb. Foule Fiend of France and Hag of all despight Incompass'd with thy lustfull Paramours Becomes it thee to taunt his valiant Age And twit with Cowardise a man halfe dead Damsell I le haue a bowt with you againe Or else let Talbot perish with this shame Pucell Are ye so hot Sir yet Pucell hold thy peace If Talbot doe but Thunder Raine will follow They whisper together in counsell God speed the Parliament who shall be the Speaker Talb. Dare yee come forth and meet vs in the field Pucell Belike your Lordship takes vs then for fooles To try if that our owne be ours or no. Talb. I speake not to that rayling Hecate But vnto thee Alanson and the rest Will ye like Souldiors come and fight it out Alans Seignior no. Talb. Seignior hang base Muleters of France Like Pesant foot-Boyes doe they keepe the Walls And dare not take vp Armes like Gentlemen Pucell Away Captaines let 's get vs from the Walls For Talbot meanes no goodnesse by his Lookes God b'uy my Lord we came but to tell you That wee are here Exeunt from the Walls Talb. And there will we be too ere it be long Or else reproach be Talbots greatest fame Vow Burgonie by honor of thy House Prickt on by publike Wrongs sustain'd in France Either to get the Towne againe or dye And I
Natures myracle Thou art alotted to be tane by me So doth the Swan her downie Signets saue Keeping them prisoner vnderneath his wings Yet if this seruile vsage once offend Go and be free againe as Suffolkes friend She is going Oh slay I haue no power to let her passe My hand would free her but my heart sayes no. As playes the Sunne vpon the glassie streames Twinkling another counterfetted beame So seemes this gorgeous beauty to mine eyes Faine would I woe her yet I dare not speake I le call for Pen and Inke and write my minde Fye De la Pole disable not thy selfe Hast not a Tongue Is she not heere Wilt thou be daunted at a Womans sight I Beauties Princely Maiesty is such ' Confounds the tongue and makes the senses rough Mar. Say Earle of Suffolke if thy name be so What ransome must I pay before I passe For I perceiue I am thy prisoner Suf. How canst thou tell she will deny thy suite Before thou make a triall of her loue M. Why speak'st thou not What ransom must I pay Suf. She 's beautifull and therefore to be Wooed She is a Woman therefore to be Wonne Mar. Wilt thou accept of ransome yea or no Suf. Fond man remember that thou hast a wife Then how can Margaret be thy Paramour Mar. I were best to leaue him for he will not heare Suf. There all is marr'd there lies a cooling card Mar. He talkes at randon sure the man is mad Suf. And yet a dispensation may bee had Mar. And yet I would that you would answer me Suf. I le win this Lady Margaret For whom Why for my King Tush that 's a woodden thing Mar. He talkes of wood It is some Carpenter Suf. Yet so my fancy may be satisfied And peace established betweene these Realmes But there remaines a scruple in that too For though her Father be the King of Naples Duke of Aniou and Mayne yet is he poore And our Nobility will scorne the match Mar. Heare ye Captaine Are you not at leysure Suf. It shall be so disdaine they ne're so much Henry is youthfull and will quickly yeeld Madam I haue a secret to reueale Mar. What though I be inthral'd he seems a knight And will not any way dishonor me Suf. Lady vouchsafe to listen what I say Mar. Perhaps I shall be rescu'd by the French And then I need not craue his curtesie Suf. Sweet Madam giue me hearing in a cause Mar. Tush women haue bene captiuate ere now Suf. Lady wherefore talke you so Mar. I cry you mercy 't is but Quid for Quo. Suf. Say gentle Princesse would you not suppose Your bondage happy to be made a Queene Mar. To be a Queene in bondage is more vile Than is a slaue in base seruility For Princes should be free Suf. And so shall you If happy Englandâ— Royall King be free Mar. Why what concernes his freedome vnto mee Suf. I le vndertake to make thee Henries Queene To put a Golden Scepter in thy hand And set a precious Crowne vpon thy head If thou wilt condiscend to be my Mar. What Suf. His loue Mar. I am vnworthy to be Henries wife Suf. No gentle Madam I vnworthy am To woe so faire a Dame to be his wife And haue no portion in the choice my selfe How say you Madam are ye so content Mar. And if my Father please I am content Suf. Then call our Captaines and our Colours forth And Madam at your Fathers Castle walles Wee 'l craue a parley to conferre with him Sound Enter Reignier on the Walles See Reignier see thy daughter prisoner Reig. To whom Suf. To me Reig. Suffolke what remedy I am a Souldier and vnapt to weepe Or to exclaime on Fortunes ficklenesse Suf. Yes there is remedy enough my Lord Consent and for thy Honor giue consent Thy daughter shall be wedded to my King Whom I with paine haue wooed and wonne thereto And this her easie held imprisonment Hath gain'd thy daughter Princely libertie Reig. Speakes Suffolke as he thinkes Suf. Faire Margaret knowes That Suffolke doth not flatter face or faine Reig. Vpon thy Princely warrant I descend To giue thee answer of thy iust demand Suf. And heere I will expect thy comming Trumpets sound Enter Reignier Reig. Welcome braue Earle into our Territories Command in Aniou what your Honor pleases Suf. Thankes Reignier happy for so sweet a Childe Fit to be made companion with a King What answer makes your Grace vnto my suite Reig. Since thou dost daigne to woe her little worth To be the Princely Bride of such a Lord Vpon condition I may quietly Enioy mine owne the Country Maine and Aniou Free from oppression or the stroke of Warre My daughter shall be Henries if he please Suf. That is her ransome I deliuer her And those two Counties I will vndertake Your Grace shall well and quietly enioy Reig. And I againe in Henries Royall name As Deputy vnto that gracious King Giue thee her hand for signe of plighted faith Suf. Reignier of France I giue thee Kingly thankes Because this is in Trafficke of a King And yet me thinkes I could be well content To be mine owne Atturney in this case I le ouer then to England with this newes And make this marriage to be solemniz'd So farewell Reignier set this Diamond safe In Golden Pallaces as it becomes Reig. I do embrace thee as I would embrace The Christian Prince King Henrie were he heere Mar. Farewell my Lord good wishes praise praiers Shall Suffolke euer haue of Margaret Shee is going Suf. Farwell sweet Madam but hearke you Margaret No Princely commendations to my King Mar. Such commendations as becomes a Maide A Virgin and his Seruant say to him Suf. Words sweetly plac'd and modestie directed But Madame I must trouble you againe No louing Token to his Maiestie Mar. Yes my good Lord a pure vnspotted heart Neuer yet taint with loue I send the King Suf. And this withall Kisse her Mar. That for thy selfe I will not so presume To send such peeuish tokens to a King Suf. Oh wert thou for my selfe but Suffolke stay Thou mayest not wander in that Labyrinth There Minotaurs and vgly Treasons lurke Solicite Henry with her wonderous praise Bethinke thee on her Vertues that surmount Mad naturall Graces that extinguish Art Repeate their semblance often on the Seas That when thou com'st to kneele at Henries feete Thou mayest bereaue him of his wits with wonder Exit Enter Yorke Warwicke Shepheard Pucell Yor. Bring forth that Sorceresse condemn'd to burne Shep. Ah Ione this kils thy Fathers heart out-right Haue I sought euery Country farre and neere And now it is my chance to finde thee out Must I behold thy timelesse cruell death Ah Ione sweet daughter Ione I le die with thee Pucel Decrepit Miser base ignoble Wretch I am descended of a gentler blood Thou art no Father nor no Friend of mine Shep. Out out My Lords and please you 't is not so I
As thou art Knight neuer to disobey Nor be Rebellious to the Crowne of England Thou nor thy Nobles to the Crowne of England So now dismisse your Army when ye please Hang vp your Ensignes let your Drummes be still For heere we entertaine a solemne peace Exeunt Actus Quintus Enter Suffolke in conference with the King Glocester and Exeter King Your wondrous rare description noble Earle Of beauteous Margaret hath astonish'd me Her vertues graced with externall gifts Do breed Loues setled passions in my heart And like as rigour of tempestuous gustes Prouokes the mightiest Hulke against the tide So am I driuen by breath of her Renowne Either to suffer Shipwracke or arriue Where I may haue fruition of her Loue. Suf. Tush my good Lord this superficiall tale Is but a preface of her worthy praise The cheefe perfections of that louely Dame Had I sufficient skill to vtter them Would make a volume of inticing lines Able to rauish any dull conceit And which is more she is not so Diuine So full repleate with choice of all delights But with as humble lowlinesse of minde She is content to be at your command Command I meane of Vertuous chaste intents To Loue and Honor Henry as her Lord. King And otherwise will Henry ne're presume Therefore my Lord Protector giue consent That Marg'ret may be Englands Royall Queene Glo. So should I giue consent to flatter sinne You know my Lord your Highnesse is betroath'd Vnto another Lady of esteeme How shall we then dispense with that contract And not deface your Honor with reproach Suf. As doth a Ruler with vnlawfull Oathes Or one that at a Triumph hauing vow'd To try his strength forsaketh yet the Listes By reason of his Aduersaries oddes A poore Earles daughter is vnequall oddes And therefore may be broâ—e without offence Gloucester Why what I pray is Margaret more then that Her Father is no better than an Earle Although in glorious Titles he excell Suf. Yes my Lord her Father is a King The King of Naples and Ierusalem And of such great Authoritie in France As his alliance will confirme our peace And keepe the Frenchmen in Allegeance Glo. And so the Earle of Arminacke may doe Because he is neere Kinsman vnto Charles Exet. Beside his wealth doth warrant a liberal dower Where Reignier sooner will receyue than giue Suf. A Dowre my Lords Disgrace not so your King That he should be so abiect base and poore To choose for wealth and not for perfect Loue. Henry is able to enrich his Queene And not to seeke a Queene to make him rich So worthlesse Pezants bargaine for their Wiues As Market men for Oxen Sheepe or Horse Marriage is a matter of more worth Then to be dealt in by Atturney-ship Not whom we will but whom his Grace affects Must be companion of his Nuptiall bed And therefore Lords since he affects her most Most of all these reasons bindeth vs In our opinions she should be preferr'd For what is wedloeke forced but a Hell An Age of discord and continuall strife Whereas the contrarie bringeth blisse And is a patterne of Celestiall peace Whom should we match with Henry being a King But Margaret that is daughter to a King Her peerelesse feature ioyned with her birth Approues her sit for none but for a King Her valiant courage and vndaunted spirit More then in women commonly is seene Will answer our hope in issue of a King For Henry sonne vnto a Conqueror Is likely to beget more Conquerors If with a Lady of so high resolue As is faire Margaret he be link'd in loue Then yeeld my Lords and heere conclude with mee That Margaret shall be Queene and none but shee King Whether it be through force of your report My Noble Lord of Suffolke Or for that My tender youth was neuer yet attaint With any passion of inflaming Ioue I cannot tell but this I am assur'd I feele such sharpe dissention in my breast Such fierce alarums both of Hope and Feare As I am sicke with working of my thoughts Take therefore shipping poste my Lord to France Agree to any couenants and procure That Lady Margaret do vouchsafe to come To crosse the Seas to England and be crown'd King Henries faithfull and annointed Queene For your expences and sufficient charge Among the people gather vp a tenth Be gone I say for till you do returne I rest perplexed with a thousand Cares And you good Vnckle banish all offence If you do censure me by what you were Not what you are I know it will excuse This sodaine execution of my will And so conduct me where from company I may reuolue and ruminate my greefe Exit Glo. I greefe I feare me both at first and last Exit Glocester Suf. Thus Suffolke hath preuail'd and thus he goes As did the youthfull Paris once to Greece With hope to finde the like euent in loue But prosper better than the Troian did Margaret shall now be Queene and rule the King But I will rule both her the King and Realme Exit FINIS The second Part of Henry the Sixt with the death of the Good Duke HVMFREY Actus Primus Scoena Prima Flourish of Trumpets Then Hoboyes Enter King Duke Humfrey Salisbury Warwicke and Beauford on the one side The Queene Suffolke Yorke Somerset and Buckingham on the other Suffolke AS by your high Imperiall Maiesty I had in charge at my depart for France As Procurator to your Excellence To marry Princes Margaret for your Grace So in the Famous Ancient City Toures In presence of the Kings of France and Sicill The Dukes of Orleance Calaber Britaigne and Alanson Seuen Earles twelue Barons twenty reuerend Bishops I haue perform'd my Taske and was espous'd And humbly now vpon my bended knee In sight of England and her Lordly Peeres Deliuer vp my Title in the Queene To your most gracious hands that are the Substance Of that great Shadow I did represent The happiest Gift that euer Marquesse gaue The Fairest Queene that euer King receiu'd King Suffolke arise Welcome Queene Margaret I can expresse no kinder signe of Loue Then this kinde kisse O Lord that lends me life Lend me a heart repleate with thankfulnesse For thou hast giuen me in this beauteous Face A world of earthly blessings to my soule If Simpathy of Loue vnite our thoughts Queen Great King of England my gracious Lord The mutuall conference that my minde hath had By day by night waking and in my dreames In Courtly company or at my Beades With you mine Alder liefest Soueraigne Makes me the bolder to salute my King With ruder termes such as my wit affoords And ouer ioy of heart doth minister King Her sight did rauish but her grace in Speech Her words yclad with wisedomes Maiesty Makes me from Wondring fall to Weeping ioyes Such is the Fulnesse of my hearts content Lords with one cheerefull voice Welcome my Loue. All kneel Long liue Qu. Margaret Englands happines Queene We thanke
you all Florish Suf. My Lord Protector so it please your Grace Heere are the Articles of contracted peace Betweene our Soueraigne and the French King Charles For eighteene moneths concluded by consent Clo. Reads Inprimis It is agreed betweene the French K. Charles and William de la Pole Marquesse of Suffolke Ambassador for Henry King of England That the said Henry shal espouse the Lady Margaret daughter vnto Reignier King of Naples Sicillia and Ierusalem and Crowne her Queene of England ere the thirtieth of May next ensuing Item That the Dutchy of Aniou and the County of Main shall be released and deliuered to the King her father King Vnkle how now Glo. Pardon me gracious Lord Some sodaine qualme hath strucke me at the heart And dim'd mine eyes that I can reade no further King Vnckle of Winchester I pray read on Win. Item It is further agreed betweene them That the Dutchesse of Aniou and Maine shall be released and deliuered ouer to the King her Father and shee sent ouer of the King of Englands owne proper Cost and Charges without hauing any Dowry King They please vs well Lord Marques kneel down We heere create thee the first Duke of Suffolke And girt thee with the Sword Cosin of Yorke We heere discharge your Grace from being Regent I' th parts of France till terme of eighteene Moneths Be full expyr'd Thankes Vncle Winchester Gloster Yorke Buckingham Somerset Salisburie and Warwicke We thanke you all for this great fauour done In entertainment to my Princely Queene Come let vs in and with all speede prouide To see her Coronation be perform'd Exit King Queene and Suffolke Manet the rest Glo. Braue Peeres of England Pillars of the State To you Duke Humfrey must vnload his greefe Your greefe the common greefe of all the Land What did my brother Henry spend his youth His valour coine and people in the warres Did he so often lodge in open field In Winters cold and Summers parching heate To conquer France his true inheritance And did my brother Bedford toyle his wits To keepe by policy what Henrie got Haue you your selues Somerset Buckingham Braue Yorke Salisbury and victorious Warwicke Receiud deepe scarres in France and Normandie Or hath mine Vnckle Beauford and my selfe With all the Learned Counsell of the Realme Studied so long sat in the Councell house Early and late debating too and fro How France and Frenchmen might be kept in awe And hath his Highnesse in his infancie Crowned in Paris in despight of foes And shall these Labours and these Honours dye Shall Henries Conquest Bedfords vigilance Your Deeds of Warre and all our Counsell dye O Peeres of England shamefull is this League Fatall this Marriage cancelling your Fame Blotting your names from Bookes of memory Racing the Charracters of your Renowne Defacing Monuments of Conquer'd France Vndoing all as all had neuer bin Car. Nephew what meanes this passionate discourse This preroration with such circumstance For France 't is ours and we will keepe it still Glo. I Vnckle we will keepe it if we can But now it is impossible we should Suffolke the new made Duke that rules the rost Hath giuen the Dutchy of Aniou and Mayne Vnto the poore King Reignier whose large style Agrees not with the leannesse of his purse Sal. Now by the death of him that dyed for all These Counties were the Keyes of Normandie But wherefore weepes Warwicke my valiant sonne War For greefe that they are past recouerie For were there hope to conquer them againe My sword should shed hot blood mine eyes no teares Aniou and Maine My selfe did win them both Those Prouinces these Armes of mine did conquer And are the Citties that I got with wounds Deliuer'd vp againe with peacefull words Mort Dieu Yorke For Suffolkes Duke may he be suffocate That dims the Honor of this Warlike Isle France should haue torne and rent my very hart Before I would haue yeelded to this League I neuer read but Englands Kings haue had Large summes of Gold and Dowries with their wiues And our King Henry giues away his owne To match with her that brings no vantages Hum. A proper iest and neuer heard before That Suffolke should demand a whole Fifteenth For Costs and Charges in transporting her She should haue staid in France and steru'd in France Before Car. My Lord of Gloster now ye grow too hot It was the pleasure of my Lord the King Hum. My Lord of Winchester I know your minde 'T is not my speeches that you do mislike But 't is my presence that doth trouble ye Rancour will out proud Prelate in thy face I see thy furie If I longer stay We shall begin our ancient bickerings Lordings farewell and say when I am gone I prophesied France will be lost ere long Exit Humfrey Car. So there goes our Protector in a rage 'T is knowne to you he is mine enemy Nay more an enemy vnto you all And no great friend I feare me to the King Consider Lords he is the next of blood And heyre apparant to the English Crowne Had Henrie got an Empire by his marriage And all the wealthy Kingdomes of the West There 's reason he should be displeas'd at it Looke to it Lords let not his smoothing words Bewitch your hearts be wise and circumspect What though the common people fauour him Calling him Humfrey the good Duke of Gloster Clapping their hands and crying with loud voyce Iesu maintaine your Royall Excellence With God preserue the good Duke Humfrey I feare me Lords for all this flattering glosse He will be found a dangerous Protector Buc. Why should he then protect our Soueraigne He being of age to gouerne of himselfe Cosin of Somerset ioyne you with me And altogether with the Duke of Suffolke Wee 'l quickly hoyse Duke Humfrey from his seat Car. This weighty businesse will not brooke delay I le to the Duke of Suffolke presently Exit Cardinall Som. Cosin of Buckingham though Humfries pride And greatnesse of his place be greefe to vs Yet let vs watch the haughtie Cardinall His insolence is more intollerable Then all the Princes in the Land beside If Gloster be displac'd hee 'l be Protector Buc. Or thou or I Somerset will be Protectors Despite Duke Humfrey or the Cardinall Exit Buckingham and Somerset Sal. Pride went before Ambition followes him While these do labour for their owne preferment Behooues it vs to labor for the Realme I neuer saw but Humfrey Duke of Gloster Did beare him like a Noble Gentleman Oft haue I seene the haughty Cardinall More like a Souldier then a man o' th' Church As stout and proud as he were Lord of all Sweare like a Ruffian and demeane himselfe Vnlike the Ruler of a Common-weale Warwicke my sonne the comfort of my age Thy deeds thy plainnesse and thy house-keeping Hath wonne the greatest fauour of the Commons Excepting none but good Duke Humfrey And Brother Yorke thy Acts in Ireland In bringing them to ciuill
That shall salute our rightfull Soueraigne With honor of his Birth-right to the Crowne Both. Long liue our Soueraigne Richard Englands King Yorke We thanke you Lords But I am not your King till I be Crown'd And that my Sword be stayn'd With heart-blood of the House of Lancaster And that 's not suddenly to be perform'd But with aduice and silent secrecie Doe you as I doe in these dangerous dayes Winke at the Duke of Saffolkes insolence At Beaufords Pride at Somersets Ambition At Buckingham and all the Crew of them Till they haue snar'd the Shepheard of the Flock That vertuous Prince the good Duke Humfrey 'T is that they seeke and they in seeking that Shall finde their deaths if Yorke â—an prophecie Salisb. My Lord breake we off we know your minde at full Warw. My heart assures me that the Earle of Warwick Shall one day make the Duke of Yorke a King Yorke And Neuill this I doe assure my selfe Richard shall liue to make the Earle of Warwick The greatest man in England but the King Exeunt Sound Trumpets Enter the King and State with Guard to banish the Duchesse King Stand forth Dame Elianor Cobham Glosters Wife In sight of God and vs your guilt is great Receiue the Sentence of the Law for sinne Such as by Gods Booke are adiudg'd to death You foure from hence to Prison back againe From thence vnto the place of Execution The Witch in Smithfield shall be burnt to ashes And you three shall be strangled on the Gallowes You Madame for you are more Nobly-borne Despoyled of your Honor in your Life Shall after three dayes open Penance done Liue in your Countrey here in Banishment With Sir Iohn Stanly in the I le of Man Elianor Welcome is Banishment welcome were my Death Glost Elianor the Law thou seest hath iudged thee I cannot iustifie whom the Law condemnes Mine eyes are full of teares my heart of griefe Ah Humfrey this dishonor in thine age Will bring thy head with sorrow to the ground I beseech your Maiestie giue me leaue to goe Sorrow would sollace and mine Age would ease King Stay Humfrey Duke of Gloster Ere thou goe giue vp thy Staffe Henry will to himselfe Protector be And God shall be my hope my stay my guide And Lanthorne to my feete And goe in peace Humfrey no lesse belou'd Then when thou wert Protector to thy King Queene I see no reason why a King of yeeres Should be to be protected like a Child God and King Henry gouerne Englands Realme Giue vp your Staffe Sir and the King his Realme Glost My Staffe Here Noble Henry is my Staffe As willingly doe I the same resigne As ere thy Father Henry made it mine And euen as willingly at thy feete I leaue it As others would ambitiously receiue it Farewell good King when I am dead and gone May honorable Peace attend thy Throne Exit Gloster Queene Why now is Henry King and Margaret Queen And Humfrey Duke of Gloster scarce himselfe That beares so shrewd a mayme two Pulls at once His Lady banisht and a Limbe lopt off This Staffe of Honor raught there let it stand Where it best fits to be in Henries hand Suff. Thus droupes this loftie Pyne hangs his sprayes Thus Elianors Pride dyes in her youngest dayes Yorke Lords let him goe Please it your Maiestie This is the day appointed for the Combat And ready are the Appellant and Defendant The Armorer and his Man to enter the Lists So please your Highnesse to behold the fight Queene I good my Lord for purposely therefore Left I the Court to see this Quarrell try'de King A Gods Name see the Lyfts and all things fit Here let them end it and God defend the right Yorke I neuer saw a fellow worse bestead Or more afraid to fight then is the Appellant The seruant of this Armorer my Lords Enter at one Doore the Armorer and his Neighbors drinking to him so much that hee is drunke and he enters with a Drumme before him and his Staffe with a Sand-bagge fastened to it and at the other Doore his Man with a Drumme and Sand-bagge and Prentices drinking to him 1. Neighbor Here Neighbour Horner I drinke to you in a Cup of Sack and feare not Neighbor you shall doe well enough 2. Neighbor And here Neighbour here 's a Cuppe of Charneco 3. Neighbor And here 's a Pot of good Double-Beere Neighbor drinke and feare not your Man Armorer Let it come yfaith and I le pledge you all and a figge for Peter 1. Prent. Here Peter I drinke to thee and be not afraid 2. Prent. Be merry Peter and feare not thy Master Fight for credit of the Prentices Peter I thanke you all drinke and pray for me I pray you for I thinke I haue taken my last Draught in this World Here Robin and if I dye I giue thee my Aporne and Will thou shalt haue my Hammer and here Tom take all the Money that I haue O Lord blesse me I pray God for I am neuer able to deale with my Master hee hath learnt so much fence already Salisb. Come leaue your drinking and fall to blowes Sirrha what 's thy Name Peter Peter forsooth Salisb. Peter what more Peter Thumpe Salisb. Thumpe Then see thou thumpe thy Master well Armorer Masters I am come hither as it were vpon my Mans instigation to proue him a Knaue and my selfe an honest man and touching the Duke of Yorke I will take my death I neuer meant him any ill nor the King nor the Queene and therefore Peter haue at thee with a downe-right blow Yorke Dispatch this Knaues tongue begins to double Sound Trumpets Alarum to the Combattants They fight and Peter strikes him downe Armorer Hold Peter hold I confesse I confesse Treason Yorke Take away his Weapon Fellow thanke God and the good Wine in thy Masters way Peter O God haue I ouercome mine Enemies in this presence O Peter thou hast preuayl'd in right King Goe take hence that Traytor from our sight For by his death we doe perceiue his guilt And God in Iustice hath reueal'd to vs The truth and innocence of this poore fellow Which he had thought to haue murther'd wrongfully Come fellow follow vs for thy Reward Sound a flourish Exeunt Enter Duke Humfrey and his Men in Mourning Cloakes Glost Thus sometimes hath the brightest day a Cloud And after Summer euermore succeedes Barren Winter with his wrathfull nipping Cold So Cares and Ioyes abound at Seasons fleet Sirs what 's a Clock Seru. Tenne my Lord. Glost Tenne is the houre that was appointed me To watch the comming of my punisht Duchesse Vnneath may shee endure the Flintie Streets To treade them with her tender-feeling feet Sweet Nell ill can thy Noble Minde abrooke The abiect People gazing on thy face With enuious Lookes laughing at thy shame That erst did follow thy prowd Chariot-Wheeles When thou didst ride in triumph through the streets But soft I thinke she comes and I
climb'd into this Garden to see if I can eate Grasse or picke a Sallet another while which is not amisse to coole a mans stomacke this hot weather and I think this word Sallet was borne to do me good for many a time but for a Sallet my braine-pan had bene cleft with a brown Bill and many a time when I haue beene dry brauely marching it hath seru'd me insteede of a quart pot to drinke in and now the word Sallet must serue me to feed on Enter Iden Iden Lord who would liue turmoyled in the Court And may enioy such quiet walkes as these This small inheritance my Father left me Contenteth me and worth a Monarchy I seeke not to waxe great by others warning Or gather wealth I care not with what enuy Sufficeth that I haue maintaines my state And sends the poore well pleased from my gate Cade Heere 's the Lord of the soile come to seize me for a stray for entering his Fee-simple without leaue A Villaine thou wilt betray me and get a 1000. Crownes of the King by carrying my head to him but I le make thee eate Iron like an Ostridge and swallow my Sword like a great pin ere thou and I part Iden Why rude Companion whatsoere thou be I know thee not why then should I betray thee Is' t not enough to breake into my Garden And like a Theefe to come to rob my grounds Climbing my walles inspight of me the Owner But thou wilt braue me with these sawcie termes Cade Braue thee I by the best blood that euer was broach'd and beard thee to Looke on mee well I haue eate no meate these fiue dayes yet come thou and thy fiue men and if I doe not leaue you all as dead as a doore naile I pray God I may neuer eate grasse more Iden Nay it shall nere be said while England stands That Alexander Iden an Esquire of Kent Tooke oddes to combate a poore famisht man Oppose thy stedfast gazing eyes to mine See if thou canst out-face me with thy lookes Set limbe to limbe and thou art farre the lesser Thy hand is but a finger to my fist Thy legge a sticke compared with this Truncheon My foote shall fight with all the strength thou hast And if mine arme be heaued in the Ayre Thy graue is digg'd already in the earth As for words whose greatnesse answer's words Let this my sword report what speech forbeares Cade By my Valour the most compleate Champion that euer I heard Steele if thou turne the edge or cut not out the burly bon'd Clowne in chines of Beefe ere thou sleepe in thy Sheath I beseech Ioue on my knees thou mayst be turn'd to Hobnailes Heere they Fight O I am slaine Famine and no other hath slaine me let ten thousand diuelles come against me and giue me but the ten meales I haue lost and I 'de defie them all Wither Garden and be henceforth a burying place to all that do dwell in this house because the vnconquered soule of Cade is fled Iden Is' t Cade that I haue slain that monstrous traitor Sword I will hallow thee for this thy deede And hang thee o're my Tombe when I am dead Ne're shall this blood be wiped from thy point But thou shalt weare it as a Heralds coate To emblaze the Honor that thy Master got Cade Iden farewell and be proud of thy victory Tell Kent from me she hath lost her best man and exhort all the World to be Cowards For I that neuer feared any am vanquished by Famine not by Valour Dyes Id. How much thou wrong'st me heauen be my iudge Die damned Wretch the curse of her that bare thee And as I thrust thy body in with my sword So wish I I might thrust thy soule to hell Hence will I dragge thee headlong by the heeles Vnto a dunghill which shall be thy graue And there cut off thy most vngracious head Which I will beare in triumph to the King Leauing thy trunke for Crowes to feed vpon Exit Enter Yorke and his Army of Irish with Drum and Colours Yor. From Ireland thus comes York to claim his right And plucke the Crowne from feeble Henries head Ring Belles alowd burne Bonfires cleare and bright To entertaine great Englands lawfull King Ah Sancta Maiestas who would not buy thee deere Let them obey that knowes not how to Rule This hand was made to handle nought but Gold I cannot giue due action to my words Except a Sword or Scepter ballance it A Scepter shall it haue haue I a soule On which I le tosse the Fleure-de-Luce of France Enter Buckingham Whom haue we heere Buckingham to disturbe me The king hath sent him sure I must dissemble Buc. Yorke if thou meanest wel I greet thee well Yor. Humfrey of Buckingham I accept thy greeting Art thou a Messenger or come of pleasure Buc. A Messenger from Henry our dread Liege To know the reason of these Armes in peace Or why thou being a Subiect as I am Against thy Oath and true Allegeance sworne Should raise so great a power without his leaue Or dare to bring thy Force so neere the Court Yor. Scarse can I speake my Choller is so great Oh I could hew vp Rockes and fight with Flint I am so angry at these abiect tearmes And now like Aiax Telamonius On Sheepe or Oxen could I spend my furie I am farre better borne then is the king More like a King more Kingly in my thoughts But I must make faire weather yet a while Till Henry be more weake and I more strong Buckingham I prethee pardon me That I haue giuen no answer all this while My minde was troubled with deepe Melancholly The cause why I haue brought this Armie hither Is to remoue proud Somerset from the King Seditious to his Grace and to the State Buc. That is too much presumption on thy part But if thy Armes be to no other end The King hath yeelded vnto thy demand The Duke of Somerset is in the Tower Yorke Vpon thine Honor is he Prisoner Buck. Vpon mine Honor he is Prisoner Yorke Then Buckingham I do dismisse my Powres Souldiers I thanke you all disperse your selues Meet me to morrow in S. Georges Field You shall haue pay and euery thing you wish And let my Soueraigne vertuous Henry Command my eldest sonne nay all my sonnes As pledges of my Fealtie and Loue I le send them all as willing as I liue Lands Goods Horse Armor any thing I haue Is his to vse so Somerset may die Buc. Yorke I commend this kinde submission We twaine will go into his Highnesse Tent. Enter King and Attendants King Buckingham doth Yorke intend no harme to vs That thus he marcheth with thee arme in arme Yorke In all submission and humility Yorke doth present himselfe vnto your Highnesse K. Then what intends these Forces thou dost bring Yor. To heaue the Traitor Somerset from hence And fight against that monstrous Rebell Cade Who
the Swords of common Souldiers slaine Edw. Lord Staffords Father Duke of Buckingham Is either slaine or wounded dangerous I cleft his Beauer with a down-right blow That this is true Father behold his blood Mount And Brother here 's the Earle of Wiltshires blood Whom I encountred as the Battels ioyn'd Rich. Speake thou for me and tell them what I did Plan. Richard hath best deseru'd of all my sonnes But is your Grace dead my Lord of Somerset Nor. Such hope haue all the line of Iohn of Gaunt Rich. Thus do I hope to shake King Henries head Warw. And so doe I victorious Prince of Yorke Before I see thee seated in that Throne Which now the House of Lancaster vsurpes I vow by Heauen these eyes shall neuer close This is the Pallace of the fearefull King And this the Regall Seat possesse it Yorke For this is thine and not King Henries Heires Plant. Assist me then sweet Warwick and I will For hither we haue broken in by force Norf. Wee 'le all assist you he that flyes shall dye Plant. Thankes gentle Norfolke stay by me my Lords And Souldiers stay and lodge by me this Night They goe vp Warw. And when the King comes offer him no violence Vnlesse he seeke to thrust you out perforce Plant. The Queene this day here holds her Parliament But little thinkes we shall be of her counsaile By words or blowes here let vs winne our right Rich. Arm'd as we are let 's stay within this House Warw. The bloody Parliament shall this be call'd Vnlesse Plantagenet Duke of Yorke be King And bashfull Henry depos'd whose Cowardize Hath made vs by-words to our enemies Plant. Then leaue me not my Lords be resolute I meane to take possession of my Right Warw. Neither the King nor he that loues him best The prowdest hee that holds vp Lancaster Dares stirre a Wing if Warwick shake his Bells I le plant Plantagenet root him vp who dares Resolue thee Richard clayme the English Crowne Flourish Enter King Henry Clifford Northumberland Westmerland Exeter and the rest Henry My Lords looke where the sturdie Rebell sits Euen in the Chayre of State belike he meanes Backt by the power of Warwicke that false Peere To aspire vnto the Crowne and reigne as King Earle of Northumberland he slew thy Father And thine Lord Clifford you both haue vow'd reuenge On him his sonnes his fauorites and his friends Northumb. If I be not Heauens be reueng'd on me Clifford The hope thereof makes Clifford mourne in Steele Westm What shall we suffer this le ts pluck him down My heart for anger burnes I cannot brooke it Henry Be patient gentle Earle of Westmerland Clifford Patience is for Poultroones such as he He durst not sit there had your Father liu'd My gracious Lord here in the Parliament Let vs assayle the Family of Yorke North Well hast thou spoken Cousin be it so Henry Ah know you not the Citie fauours them And they haue troupes of Souldiers at their beck Westm But when the Duke is slaine they 'le quickly flye Henry Farre be the thought of this from Henries heart To make a Shambles of the Parliament House Cousin of Exeter frownes words and threats Shall be the Warre that Henry meanes to vse Thou factious Duke of Yorke descend my Throne And kneele for grace and mercie at my feet I am thy Soueraigne Yorke I am thine Exet. For shame come downe he made thee Duke of Yorke Yorke It was my Inheritance as the Earledome was Exet. Thy Father was a Traytor to the Crowne Warw. Exeter thou art a Traytor to the Crowne In following this vsurping Henry Clifford Whom should hee follow but his naturall King Warw. True Clifford that 's Richard Duke of Yorke Henry And shall I stand and thou sit in my Throne Yorke It must and shall be so content thy selfe Warw. Be Duke of Lancaster let him be King Westm He is both King and Duke of Lancaster And that the Lord of Westmerland shall maintaine Warw. And Warwick shall disproue it You forget That we are those which chas'd you from the field And slew your Fathers and with Colours spread Marcht through the Citie to the Pallace Gates Northumb. Yes Warwicke I remember it to my griefe And by his Soule thou and thy House shall rue it Westm Plantagenet of thee and these thy Sonnes Thy Kinsmen and thy Friends I le haue more liues Then drops of bloud were in my Fathers Veines Cliff Vrge it no more left that in stead of words I send thee Warwicke such a Messenger As shall reuenge his death before I stirre Warw. Poore Clifford how I scorne his worthlesse Threats Plant. Will you we shew our Title to the Crowne If not our Swords shall pleade it in the field Henry What Title hast thou Traytor to the Crowne My Father was as thou art Duke of Yorke Thy Grandfather Roger Mortimer Earle of March I am the Sonne of Henry the Fift Who made the Dolphin and the French to stoupe And seiz'd vpon their Townes and Prouinces Warw. Talke not of France sith thou hast lost it all Henry The Lord Protector lost it and not I When I was crown'd I was but nine moneths old Rich. You are old enough now And yet me thinkes you loose Father teare the Crowne from the Vsurpers Head Edward Sweet Father doe so set it on your Head Mount Good Brother As thou lou'st and honorest Armes Let 's fight it out and not stand cauilling thus Richard Sound Drummes and Trumpets and the King will flye Plant. Sonnes peace Henry Peace thou and giue King Henry leaue to speake Warw. Plantagenet shal speake first Heare him Lords And be you silent and attentiue too For he that interrupts him shall not liue Hen. Think'st thou that I will leaue my Kingly Throne Wherein my Grandsire and my Father sat No first shall Warre vnpeople this my Realme I and their Colours often borne in France And now in England to our hearts great sorrow Shall be my Winding-sheet Why faint you Lords My Title 's good and better farre then his Warw. Proue it Henry and thou shalt be King Hen. Henry the Fourth by Conquest got the Crowne Plant. 'T was by Rebellion against his King Henry I know not what to say my Titles weake Tell me may not a King adopt an Heire Plant. What then Henry And if he may then am I lawfull King For Richard in the view of many Lords Resign'd the Crowne to Henry the Fourth Whose Heire my Father was and I am his Plant. He rose against him being his Soueraigne And made him to resigne his Crowne perforce Warw. Suppose my Lords he did it vnconstrayn'd Thinke you 't were preiudiciall to his Crowne Exet. No for he could not so resigne his Crowne But that the next Heire should succeed and reigne Henry Art thou against vs Duke of Exeter Exet. His is the right and therefore pardon me Plant. Why whisper you my Lords and answer not Exet. My Conscience tells me
he is lawfull King Henry All will reuolt from me and turne to him Northumb. Plantagenet for all the Clayme thou lay'st Thinke not that Henry shall be so depos'd Warw. Depos'd he shall be in despight of all Northumb. Thou art deceiu'd 'T is not thy Southerne power Of Essex Norfolke Suffolke nor of Kent Which makes thee thus presumptuous and prowd Can set the Duke vp in despight of me Clifford King Henry be thy Title right or wrong Lord Clifford vowes to fight in thy defence May that ground gape and swallow me aliue Where I shall kneele to him that slew my Father Henry Oh Clifford how thy words reuiue my heart Plant. Henry of Lancaster resigne thy Crowne What mutter you or what conspire you Lords Warw. Doe right vnto this Princely Duke of Yorke Or I will fill the House with armed men And ouer the Chayre of State where now he sits Write vp his Title with vsurping blood He stampes with his foot and the Souldiers shew themselues Henry My Lord of Warwick heare but one word Let me for this my life time reigne as King Plant. Confirme the Crowne to me and to mine Heires And thou shalt reigne in quiet while thou liu'st Henry I am content Richard Plantagenet Enioy the Kingdome after my decease Clifford What wrong is this vnto the Prince your Sonne Warw. What good is this to England and himselfe Westm Base fearefull and despayring Henry Clifford How hast thou iniur'd both thy selfe and vs Westm I cannot stay to heare these Articles Northumb. Nor I. Clifford Come Cousin let vs tell the Queene these Newes Westm Farwell faint-hearted and degenerate King In whose cold blood no sparke of Honor bides Northumb. Be thou a prey vnto the House of Yorke And dye in Bands for this vnmanly deed Cliff In dreadfull Warre may'st thou be ouercome Or liue in peace abandon'd and despis'd Warw. Turne this way Henry and regard them not Exeter They seeke reuenge and therefore will not yeeld Henry Ah Exeter Warw. Why should you sigh my Lord Henry Not for my selfe Lord Warwick but my Sonne Whom I vnnaturally shall dis-inherite But be it as it may I here entayle The Crowne to thee and to thine Heires for euer Conditionally that heere thou take an Oath To cease this Ciuill Warre and whil'st I liue To honor me as thy King and Soueraigne And neyther by Treason nor Hostilitie To seeke to put me downe and reigne thy selfe Plant. This Oath I willingly take and will performe Warw. Long liue King Henry Plantagenet embrace him Henry And long liue thou and these thy forward Sonnes Plant. Now Yorke and Lancaster are reconcil'd Exet. Accurst be he that seekes to make them foes Senet Here they come downe Plant. Farewell my gracious Lord I le to my Castle Warw. And I le keepe London with my Souldiers Norf. And I to Norfolke with my followerâ— Mount And I vnto the Sea from whence I came Henry And I with griefe and sorrow to the Court. Enter the Queene Exeter Heere comes the Queene Whose Lookes be wray her anger I le steale away Henry Exeter so will I. Queene Nay goe not from me I will follow thee Henry Be patient gentle Queene and I will stay Queene Who can be patient in such extreames Ah wretched man would I had dy'de a Maid And neuer seene thee neuer borne thee Sonne Seeing thou hast prou'd so vnnaturall a Father Hath he deseru'd to loose his Birth-right thus Hadst thou but lou'd him halfe so well as I Or felt that paine which I did for him once Or nourisht him as I did with my blood Thou would'st haue left thy dearest heart-blood there Rather then haue made that sauage Duke thine Heire And dis-inherited thine onely Sonne Prince Father you cannot dis-inherite me If you be King why should not I succeede Henry Pardon me Margaret pardon me sweet Sonne The Earle of Warwick and the Duke enforc't me Quee. Enforc't thee Art thou King and wilt be forc't I shame to heare thee speake ah timorous Wretch Thou hast vndone thy selfe thy Sonne and me And giu'n vnto the House of Yorke such head As thou shalt reigne but by their sufferance To entayle him and his Heires vnto the Crowne What is it but to make thy Sepulcher And creepe into it farre before thy time Warwick is Chancelor and the Lord of Callice Sterne Falconbridge commands the Narrow Seas The Duke is made Protector of the Realme And yet shalt thou be safe Such safetie findes The trembling Lambe inuironned with Wolues Had I beene there which am a silly Woman The Souldiers should haue toss'd me on their Pikes Before I would haue granted to that Act. But thou preferr'st thy Life before thine Honor. And seeing thou do'st I here diuorce my selfe Both from thy Table Henry and thy Bed Vntill that Act of Parliament be repeal'd Whereby my Sonne is dis-inherited The Northerne Lords that haue forsworne thy Colours Will follow mine if once they see them spread And spread they shall be to thy foule disgrace And vtter ruine of the House of Yorke Thus doe I leaue thee Come Sonne let 's away Our Army is ready come wee 'le after them Henry Stay gentle Margaret and heare me speake Queene Thou hast spoke too much already get thee gone Henry Gentle Sonne Edward thou wilt stay me Queene I to be murther'd by his Enemies Prince When I returne with victorie to the field I le see your Grace till then I le follow her Queene Come Sonne away we may not linger thus Henry Poore Queene How loue to me and to her Sonne Hath made her breake out into termes of Rage Reueng'd may she be on that hatefull Duke Whose haughtie spirit winged with desire Will cost my Crowne and like an emptie Eagle Tyre on the flesh of me and of my Sonne The losse of those three Lords torments my heart I le write vnto them and entreat them faire Come Cousin you shall be the Messenger Exet. And I I hope shall reconcile them all Exit Flourish Enter Richard Edward and Mountague Richard Brother though I bee youngest giue mee leaue Edward No I can better play the Orator Mount But I haue reasons strong and forceable Enter the Duke of Yorke Yorke Why how now Sonnes and Brother at a strife What is your Quarrell how began it first Edward No Quarrell but a slight Contention Yorke About what Rich. About that which concernes your Grace and vs The Crowne of England Father which is yours Yorke Mine Boy not till King Henry be dead Richard Your Right depends not on his life or death Edward Now you are Heire therefore enioy it now By giuing the House of Lancaster leaue to breathe It will out-runne you Father in the end Yorke I tooke an Oath that hee should quietly reigne Edward But for a Kingdome any Oath may be broken I would breake a thousand Oathes to reigne one yeere Richard No God forbid your Grace should be forsworne Yorke I shall be if I clayme by open
my tongue while heart is drown'd in cares Lewis What ere it be be thou still like thy selfe And sit thee by our side Seats her by him Yeeld not thy necke to Fortunes yoake But let thy dauntlesse minde still ride in triumph Ouer all mischance Be plaine Queene Margaret and tell thy griefe It shall be eas'd if France can yeeld reliefe Marg. Those gracious words Reuiue my drooping thoughts And giue my tongue-ty'd sorrowes leaue to speake Now therefore be it knowne to Noble Lewis That Henry sole possessor of my Loue Is of a King become a banisht man And forc'd to liue in Scotland a Forlorne While prowd ambitious Edward Duke of Yorke Vsurpes the Regall Title and the Seat Of Englands true anoynted lawfull King This is the cause that I poore Margaret With this my Sonne Prince Edward Henries Heire Am come to craue thy iust and lawfull ayde And if thou faile vs all our hope is done Scotland hath will to helpe but cannot helpe Our People and our Peeres are both mis-led Our Treasure seiz'd our Souldiors put to flight And as thou seest our selues in heauie plight Lewis Renowned Queene With patience calme the Storme While we bethinke a meanes to breake it off Marg. The more wee stay the stronger growes our Foe Lewis The more I stay the more I le succour thee Marg. O but impatience waiteth on true sorrow And see where comes the breeder of my sorrow Enter Warwicke Lewis What 's hee approacheth boldly to our presence Marg. Our Earle of Warwicke Edwards greatest Friend Lewis Welcome braue Warwicke what brings thee to France Hee descends Shee ariseth Marg. I now begins a second Storme to rise For this is hee that moues both Winde and Tyde Warw. From worthy Edward King of Albion My Lord and Soueraigne and thy vowed Friend I come in Kindnesse and vnfayned Loue First to doe greetings to thy Royall Person And then to craue a League of Amitie And lastly to confirme that Amitie With Nuptiall Knot if thou vouchsafe to graunt That vertuous Lady Bona thy faire Sister To Englands King in lawfull Marriage Marg. If that goe forward Henries hope is done Warw. And gracious Madame Speaking to Bona. In our Kings behalfe I am commanded with your leaue and fauor Humbly to kisse your Hand and with my Tongue To tell the passion of my Soueraignes Heart Where Fame late entring at his heedfull Eares Hath plac'd thy Beauties Image and thy Vertue Marg. King Lewis and Lady Bona heare me speake Before you answer Warwicke His demand Springs not from Edwards well-meant honest Loue But from Deceit bred by Necessitie For how can Tyrants safely gouerne home Vnlesse abroad they purchase great allyance To proue him Tyrant this reason may suffice That Henry liueth still but were hee dead Yet here Prince Edward stands King Henries Sonne Looke therefore Lewis that by this League and Mariage Thou draw not on thy Danger and Dis-honor For though Vsurpers sway the rule a while Yet Heau'ns are iust and Time suppresseth Wrongs Warw. Iniurious Margaret Edw. And why not Queene Warw. Because thy Father Henry did vsurpe And thou no more art Prince then shee is Queene Oxf. Then Warwicke disanulls great Iohn of Gaunt Which did subdue the greatest part of Spaine And after Iohn of Gaunt Henry the Fourth Whose Wisdome was a Mirror to the wisest And after that wise Prince Henry the Fift Who by his Prowesse conquered all France From thâ—se our Henry lineally descends Warw. Oxford how haps it in this smooth discourse You told not how Henry the Sixt hath lost All that which Henry the Fift had gotten Me thinkes these Peeres of France should smile at that But for the rest you tell a Pedigree Of threescore and two yeeres a silly time To make prescription for a Kingdomes worth Oxf. Why Warwicke canst thou speak against thy Liege Whom thou obeyd'st thirtie and six yeeres And not bewray thy Treason with a Blush Warw. Can Oxford that did euer fence the right Now buckler Falsehood with a Pedigree For shame leaue Henry and call Edward King Oxf. Call him my King by whose iniurious doome My elder Brother the Lord Aubrey Vere Was done to death and more then so my Father Euen in the downe-fall of his mellow'd yeeres When Nature brought him to the doore of Death No Warwicke no while Life vpholds this Arme This Arme vpholds the House of Lancaster Warw. And I the House of Yorke Lewis Queene Margaret Prince Edward and Oxford Vouchsafe at our request to stand aside While I vse further conference with Warwicke They stand aloofe Marg. Heauens graunt that Warwickes wordes bewitch him not Lew. Now Warwicke tell me euen vpon thy conscience Is Edward your true King for I were loth To linke with him that were not lawfull chosen Warw. Thereon I pawne my Credit and mine Honor Lewis But is hee gracious in the Peoples eye Warw. The more that Henry was vnfortunate Lewis Then further all dissembling set aside Tell me for truth the measure of his Loue Vnto our Sister Bona. War Such it seemes As may beseeme a Monarch like himselfe My selfe haue often heard him say and sweare That this his Loue was an externall Plant Whereof the Root was fixt in Vertues ground The Leaues and Fruit maintain'd with Beauties Sunne Exempt from Enuy but not from Disdaine Vnlesse the Lady Bona quit his paine Lewis Now Sister let vs heare your firme resolue Bona. Your graunt or your denyall shall be mine Yet I confesse that often ere this day Speaks to War When I haue heard your Kings desert recounted Mine eare hath tempted iudgement to desire Lewis Then Warwicke thus Our Sister shall be Edwards And now forthwith shall Articles be drawne Touching the Ioynture that your King must make Which with her Dowrie shall be counter-poys'd Draw neere Queene Margaret and be a witnesse That Bona shall be Wife to the English King Pr. Edw. To Edward but not to the English King Marg. Deceitfull Warwicke it was thy deuice By this alliance to make void my suit Before thy comming Lewis was Henries friend Lewis And still is friend to him and Margaret But if your Title to the Crowne be weake As may appeare by Edwards good successe Then 't is but reason that I be releas'd From giuing ayde which late I promised Yet shall you haue all kindnesse at my hand That your Estate requires and mine can yeeld Warw. Henry now liues in Scotland at his ease Where hauing nothing nothing can he lose And as for you your selfe our quondam Queene You haue a Father able to maintaine you And better 't were you troubled him then France Mar. Peace impudent and shamelesse Warwicke Proud setter vp and puller downe of Kings I will not hence till with my Talke and Teares Both full of Truth I make King Lewis behold Thy slye conueyance and thy Lords false loue Post blowing a horne Within For both of you are Birds of selfe-same Feather Lewes Warwicke this is some poste to
kindnesse For that it made my imprisonment a pleasure I such a pleasure as incaged Birds Conceiue when after many moody Thoughts At last by Notes of Houshold harmonie They quite forget their losse of Libertie But Warwicke after God thou set'st me free And chiefely therefore I thanke God and thee He was the Author thou the Instrument Therefore that I may conquer Fortunes spight By liuing low where Fortune cannot hurt me And that the people of this blessed Land May not be punisht with my thwarting starres Warwicke although my Head still weare the Crowne I here resigne my Gouernment to thee For thou art fortunate in all thy deeds Warw. Your Grace hath still beene fam'd for vertuous And now may seeme as wise as vertuous By spying and auoiding Fortunes malice For few men rightly temper with the Starres Yet in this one thing let me blame your Grace For chusing me when Clarence is in place Clar. No Warwicke thou art worthy of the sway To whom the Heau'ns in thy Natiuitie Adiudg'd an Oliue Branch and Lawrell Crowne As likely to be blest in Peace and Warre And therefore I yeeld thee my free consent Warw. And I chuse Clarence onely for Protector King Warwick and Clarence giue me both your Hands Now ioyne your Hands with your Hands your Hearts That no dissention hinder Gouernment I make you both Protectors of this Land While I my selfe will lead a priuate Life And in deuotion spend my latter dayes To sinnes rebuke and my Creators prayse Warw. What answeres Clarence to his Soueraignes will Clar. That he consents if Warwicke yeeld consent For on thy fortune I repose my selfe Warw. Why then though loth yet must I be content Wee 'le yoake together like a double shadow To Henries Body and supply his place I meane in bearing weight of Gouernment While he enioyes the Honor and his ease And Clarence now then it is more then needfull Forthwith that Edward be pronounc'd a Traytor And all his Lands and Goods confiscate Clar. What else and that Succession be determined Warw. I therein Clarence shall not want his part King But with the first of all your chiefe affaires Let me entreat for I command no more That Margaret your Queene and my Sonne Edward Be sent for to returne from France with speed For till I see them here by doubtfull feare My ioy of libertie is halfe eclips'd Clar. It shall bee done my Soueraigne with all speede King My Lord of Somerset what Youth is that Of whom you seeme to haue so tender care Somers My Liege it is young Henry Earle of Richmond King Come hither Englands Hope Layes his Hand on his Head If secret Powers suggest but truth To my diuining thoughts This prettie Lad will proue our Countries blisse His Lookes are full of peacefull Maiestie His Head by nature fram'd to weare a Crowne His Hand to wield a Scepter and himselfe Likely in time to blesse a Regall Throne Make much of him my Lords for this is hee Must helpe you more then you are hurt by mee Enter a Poste Warw. What newes my friend Poste That Edward is escaped from your Brother And fled as hee heares since to Burgundie Warw. Vnsauorie newes but how made he escape Poste He was conuey'd by Richard Duke of Gloster And the Lord Hastings who attended him In secret ambush on the Forrest side And from the Bishops Huntsmen rescu'd him For Hunting was his dayly Exercise Warw. My Brother was too carelesse of his charge But let vs hence my Soueraigne to prouide A salue for any sore that may betide Exeunt Manet Somerset Richmond and Oxford Som. My Lord I like not of this flight of Edwards For doubtlesse Burgundie will yeeld him helpe And we shall haue more Warres befor 't be long As Henries late presaging Prophecie Did glad my heart with hope of this young Richmond So doth my heart mis-giue me in these Conflicts What may befall him to his harme and ours Therefore Lord Oxford to preuent the worst Forthwith wee 'le send him hence to Brittanie Till stormes be past of Ciuill Enmitie Oxf. I for if Edward re-possesse the Crowne 'T is like that Richmond with the rest shall downe Som. It shall be so he shall to Brittanie Come therefore let 's about it speedily Exeunt Flourish Enter Edward Richard Hastings and Souldiers Edw. Now Brother Richard Lord Hastings and the rest Yet thus farre Fortune maketh vs amends And sayes that once more I shall enterchange My wained state for Henries Regall Crowne Well haue we pass'd and now re-pass'd the Seas And brought desired helpe from Burgundie What then remaines we being thus arriu'd From Rauenspurre Hauen before the Gates of Yorke But that we enter as into our Dukedome Rich. The Gates made fast Brother I like not this For many men that stumble at the Threshold Are well fore-told that danger lurkes within Edw. Tush man aboadments must not now affright vs By faire or foule meanes we must enter in For hither will our friends repaire to vs. Hast. My Liege I le knocke once more to summon them Enter on the Walls the Maior of Yorke and his Brethren Maior My Lords We were fore-warned of your comming And shut the Gates for safetie of our selues For now we owe allegeance vnto Henry Edw. But Master Maior if Henry be your King Yet Edward at the least is Duke of Yorke Maior True my good Lord I know you for no lesse Edw. Why and I challenge nothing but my Dukedome As being well content with that alone Rich. But when the Fox hath once got in his Nose Hee 'le soone finde meanes to make the Body follow Hast. Why Master Maior why stand you in a doubt Open the Gates we are King Henries friends Maior I say you so the Gates shall then be opened He descends Rich. A wise stout Captaine and soone perswaded Hast The good old man would faine that all were wel So 't were not long of him but being entred I doubt not I but we shall soone perswade Both him and all his Brothers vnto reason Enter the Maior and two Aldermen Edw. So Master Maior these Gates must not be shut But in the Night or in the time of Warre What feare not man but yeeld me vp the Keyes Takes his Keyes For Edward will defend the Towne and thee And all those friends that deine to follow mee March Enter Mountgomerie with Drumme and Souldiers Rich. Brother this is Sir Iohn Mountgomerie Our trustie friend vnlesse I be deceiu'd Edw. Welcome Sir Iohn but why come you in Armes Mount To helpe King Edward in his time of storme As euery loyall Subiect ought to doe Edw. Thankes good Mountgomerie But we now forget our Title to the Crowne And onely clayme our Dukedome Till God please to send the rest Mount Then fare you well for I will hence againe I came to serue a King and not a Duke Drummer strike vp and let vs march away The Drumme begins to march Edw. Nay
stay Sir Iohn a while and wee 'le debate By what safe meanes the Crowne may be recouer'd Mount What talke you of debating in few words If you 'le not here proclaime your selfe our King I le leaue you to your fortune and be gone To keepe them back that come to succour you Why shall we fight if you pretend no Title Rich. Why Brother wherefore stand you on nice points Edw. When wee grow stronger Then wee 'le make our Clayme Till then 't is wisdome to conceale our meaning Hast Away with scrupulous Wit now Armes must rule Rich. And fearelesse minds clyme soonest vnto Crowns Brother we will proclaime you out of hand The bruit thereof will bring you many friends Edw. Then be it as you will for 't is my right And Henry but vsurpes the Diademe Mount I now my Soueraigne speaketh like himselfe And now will I be Edwards Champion Hast Sound Trumpet Edward shal be here proclaim'd Come fellow Souldior make thou proclamation Flourish Sound Soul Edward the Fourth by the Grace of God King of England and France and Lord of Ireland c. Mount And whosoe're gain sayes King Edwards right By this I challenge him to single fight Throwes downe his Gauntlet All. Long liue Edward the Fourth Edw. Thankes braue Mountgomery And thankes vnto you all If fortune serue me I le requite this kindnesse Now for this Night let 's harbor here in Yorke And when the Morning Sunne shall rayse his Carre Aboue the Border of this Horizon Wee 'le forward towards Warwicke and his Mates For well I wot that Henry is no Souldier Ah froward Clarence how euill it beseemes thee To flatter Henry and forsake thy Brother Yet as wee may wee 'le meet both thee and Warwicke Come on braue Souldiors doubt not of the Day And that once gotten doubt not of large Pay Exeunt Flourish Enter the King Warwicke Mountague Clarence Oxford and Somerset War What counsaile Lords Edward from Belgia With hastie Germanes and blunt Hollanders Hath pass'd in safetie through the Narrow Seas And with his troupes doth march amaine to London And many giddie people flock to him King Let 's leuie men and beat him backe againe Clar. A little fire is quickly trodden out Which being suffer'd Riuers cannot quench War In Warwickshire I haue true-hearted friends Not mutinous in peace yet bold in Warre Those will I muster vp and thou Sonne Clarence Shalt stirre vp in Suffolke Norfolke and in Kent The Knights and Gentlemen to come with thee Thou Brother Mountague in Buckingham Northampton and in Leicestershire shalt find Men well enclin'd to heare what thou command'st And thou braue Oxford wondrous well belou'd In Oxfordshire shalt muster vp thy friends My Soueraigne with the louing Citizens Like to his Iland gyrt in with the Ocean Or modest Dyan circled with her Nymphs Shall rest in London till we come to him Faire Lords take leaue and stand not to reply Farewell my Soueraigne King Farewell my Hector and my Troyes true hope Clar. In signe of truth I kisse your Highnesse Hand King Well-minded Clarence be thou fortunate Mount Comfort my Lord and so I take my leaue Oxf. And thus I seale my truth and bid adieu King Sweet Oxford and my louing Mountague And all at once once more a happy farewell War Farewell sweet Lords let 's meet at Couentry Exeunt King Here at the Pallace will I rest a while Cousin of Exeter what thinkes your Lordship Me thinkes the Power that Edward hath in field Should not be able to encounter mine Exet. The doubt is that he will seduce the rest King That 's not my feare my meed hath got me fame I haue not stopt mine eares to their demands Nor posted off their suites with slow delayes My pittie hath beene balme to heale their wounds My mildnesse hath allay'd their swelling griefes My mercie dry'd their water-flowing teares I haue not been desirous of their wealth Nor much opprest them with great Subsidies Nor forward of reuenge though they much err'd Then why should they loue Edward more then me No Exeter these Graces challenge Grace And when the Lyon fawnes vpon the Lambe The Lambe will neuer cease to follow him Shout within A Lancaster A Lancaster Exet. Hearke hearke my Lord what Shouts are these Enter Edward and his Souldiers Edw. Seize on the shamefac'd Henry beare him hence And once againe proclaime vs King of England You are the Founâ— that makes small Brookes to flow Now stops thy Spring my Sea shall suck them dry And swell so much the higher by their ebbe Hence with him to the Tower let him not speake Exit with King Henry And Lords towards Couentry bend we our course Where peremptorie Warwicke now remaines The Sunne shines hot and if we vse delay Cold biting Winter marres our hop'd-for Hay Rich. Away betimes before his forces ioyne And take the great-growne Traytor vnawares Braue Warriors march amaine towards Couentry Exeunt Enter Warwicke the Maior of Couentry two Messengers and others vpon the Walls War Where is the Post that came from valiant Oxford How farre hence is thy Lord mine honest fellow Mess 1. By this at Dunsmore marching hitherward War How farre off is our Brother Mountague Where is the Post that came from Mountague Mess 2. By this at Daintry with a puissant troope Enter Someruile War Say Someruile what sayes my louing Sonne And by thy guesse how nigh is Clarence now Someru At Southam I did leaue him with his forces And doe expect him here some two howres hence War Then Clarence is at hand I heare his Drumme Someru It is not his my Lord here Southam lyes The Drum your Honor heares marcheth from Warwicke War Who should that be belike vnlook'd for friends Someru They are at hand and you shall quickly know March Flourish Enter Edward Richard and Souldiers Edw. Goe Trumpet to the Walls and sound a Parle Rich. See how the surly Warwicke mans the Wall War Oh vnbid spight is sportfull Edward come Where slept our Scouts or how are they seduc'd That we could heare no newes of his repayre Edw. Now Warwicke wilt thou ope the Citie Gates Speake gentle words and humbly bend thy Knee Call Edward King and at his hands begge Mercy And he shall pardon thee these Outrages War Nay rather wilt thou draw thy forces hence Confesse who set thee vp and pluckt thee downe Call Warwicke Patron and be penitent And thou shalt still remaine the Duke of Yorke Rich. I thought at least he would haue said the King Or did he make the Ieast against his will War Is not a Dukedome Sir a goodly gift Rich. I by my faith for a poore Earle to giue I le doe thee seruice for so good a gift War 'T was I that gaue the Kingdome to thy Brother Edw. Why then 't is mine if but by Warwickes gift War Thou art no Atlas for so great a weight And Weakeling Warwicke takes his gift againe And Henry is my King Warwicke his
Oh Ned sweet Ned speake to thy Mother Boy Can'st thou not speake O Traitors Murtherers They that stabb'd Caesar shed no blood at all Did not offend nor were not worthy Blame If this foule deed were by to equall it He was a Man this in respect a Childe And Men ne're spend their fury on a Childe What 's worse then Murtherer that I may name it No no my heart will burst and if I speake And I will speake that so my heart may burst Butchers and Villaines bloudy Caniballes How sweet a Plant haue you vntimely cropt You haue no children Butchers if you had The thought of them would haue stirr'd vp remorse But if you euer chance to haue a Childe Looke in his youth to haue him so cut off As deathsmen you haue rid this sweet yong Prince King Away with her go beare her hence perforce Qu. Nay neuer beare me hence dispatch me heere Here sheath thy Sword I le pardon thee my death What wilt thou not Then Clarence do it thou Cla. By heauen I will not do thee so much ease Qu. Good Clarence do sweet Clarence do thou do it Cla. Did'st thou not heare me sweare I would not do it Qu. I but thou vsest to forsweare thy selfe 'T was Sin before but now 't is Charity What wilt y u not Where is that diuels butcher Richard Hard fauor'd Richard Richard where art thou Thou art not heere Murther is thy Almes-deed Petitioners for Blood thou ne're put'st backe Ed. Away I say I charge ye beare her hence Qu. So come to you and yours as to this Prince Exit Queene Ed. Where 's Richard gone Cla. To London all in post and as I guesse To make a bloody Supper in the Tower Ed. He 's sodaine if a thing comes in his head Now march we hence discharge the common sort With Pay and Thankes and let 's away to London And see our gentle Queene how well she fares By this I hope she hath a Sonne for me Exit Enter Henry the sixt and Richard with the Lieutenant on the Wallâ— Rich. Good day my Lord what at your Booke so hard Hen. I my good Lord my Lord I should say rather T is sinne to flatter Good was little better ' Good Gloster and good Deuill were alike And both preposterous therefore not Good Lord. Rich. Sirra leaue vs to our selues we must conferre Hen. So flies the wreaklesse shepherd from y e Wolfe So first the harmlesse Sheepe doth yeeld his Fleece And next his Throate vnto the Butchers Knife What Scene of death hath Rossius now to Acte Rich. Suspition alwayes haunts the guilty minde The Theefe doth feare each bush an Officer Hen. The Bird that hath bin limed in a bush With trembling wings misdoubteth euery bush And I the haplesse Male to one sweet Bird Haue now the fatall Obiect in my eye Where my poore yong was lim'd was caught and kill'd Rich. Why what a peeuish Foole was that of Creet That taught his Sonne the office of a Fowle And yet for all his wings the Foole was drown'd Hen. I Dedaius my poore Boy Icarus Thy Father Minos that deni'de our course The Sunne that sear'd the wings of my sweet Boy Thy Brother Edward and thy Selfe the Sea Whose enuious Gulfe did swallow vp his life Ah kill me with thy Weapon not with words My brest can better brooke thy Daggers point Then can my eares that Tragicke History But wherefore dost thou come Is' t for my Life Rich. Think'st thou I am an Executioner Hen. A Persecutor I am sure thou art If murthering Innocents be Executing Why then thou art an Executioner Rich. Thy Son I kill'd for his presumption Hen. Hadst thou bin kill'd when first y u didst presume Thou had'st not liu'd to kill a Sonne of mine And thus I prophesie that many a thousand Which now mistrust no parcell of my feare And many an old mans sighe and many a Widdowes And many an Orphans water-standing-eye Men for their Sonnes Wiues for their Husbands Orphans for their Parents timeles death Shall rue the houre that euer thou was 't borne The Owle shriek'd at thy birth an euill signe The Night-Crow cry'de aboding lucklesse time Dogs howl'd and hiddeous Tempest shook down Trees The Rauen rook'd her on the Chimnies top And chatt'ring Pies in dismall Discords sung Thy Mother felt more then a Mothers paine And yet brought forth lesse then a Mothers hope To wit an indigested and deformed lumpe Not like the fruit of such a goodly Tree Teeth had'st thou in thy head when thou was 't borne To signifie thou cam'st to bite the world And if the rest be true which I haue heard Thou cam'st Rich. I le heare no more Dye Prophet in thy speech Stabbes him For this among'st the rest was I ordain'd Hen. I and for much more slaughter after this O God forgiue my sinnes and pardon thee Dyes Rich. What will the aspiring blood of Lancaster Sinke in the ground I thought it would haue mounted See how my sword weepes for the poore Kings death O may such purple teares be alway shed From those that wish the downfall of our house If any sparke of Life be yet remaining Downe downe to hell and say I sent thee thither Stabs him againe I that haue neyther pitty loue nor feare Indeed 't is true that Henrie told me of For I haue often heard my Mother say I came into the world with my Legges forward Had I not reason thinke ye to make hast And seeke their Ruine that vsurp'd our Right The Midwife wonder'd and the Women cri'de O Iesus blesse vs he is borne with teeth And so I was which plainly signified That I should snarle and bite and play the dogge Then since the Heauens haue shap'd my Body so Let Hell make crook'd my Minde to answer it I haue no Brother I am like no Brother And this word Loue which Gray-beards call Diuine Be resident in men like one another And not in me I am my selfe alone Clarence beware thou keept'st me from the Light But I will sort a pitchy day for thee For I will buzze abroad such Prophesies That Edward shall be fearefull of his life And then to purge his feare I le be thy death King Henry and the Prince his Son are gone Clarence thy turne is next and then the rest Counting my selfe but bad till I be best I le throw thy body in another roome And Triumph Henry in thy day of Doome Exit Flourish Enter King Queene Clarence Richard Hastings Nurse and Attendants King Once more we sit in Englands Royall Throne Re-purchac'd with the Blood of Enemies What valiant Foe-men like to Autumnes Corne Haue we mow'd downe in tops of all their pride Three Dukes of Somerset threefold Renowne For hardy and vndoubted Champions Two Cliffords as the Father and the Sonne And two Northumberlands two brauer men Ne're spurr'd their Coursers at the Trumpets sound With them the two braue Beares Warwick Montague That in their Chaines
Marchionesse of Pembrooke to which Title A Thousand pound a yeare Annuall support Out of his Grace he addes An. I doe not know What kinde of my obedience I should tender More then my All is Nothing Nor my Prayers Are not words duely hallowed nor my Wishes More worth then empty vanities yet Prayers Wishes Are all I can returne ' Beseech your Lordship Vouchsafe to speake my thankes and my obedience As from a blushâ—ng Handmaid to his Highnesse Whose health and Royalty I pray for Cham. Lady I shall not faile t' approue the faire conceit The King hath of you I haue perus'd her well Beauty and Honour in her are so mingled That they haue caught the King and who knowes yet But from this Lady may proceed a Iemme To lighten all this I le I 'le to the King And say I spoke with you Exit Lord Chamberlaine An. My honour'd Lord. Old L. Why this it is See see I haue beene begging sixteene yeares in Court Am yet a Courtier beggerly nor could Come pat betwixt too early and too late For any suit of poundâ— and you oh fate A very fresh Fish heere fye fye fye vpon This compel'd fortune haue your mouth fild vp Before you open it An. This is strange to me Old L. How tasts it Is it bitter Forty pence no There was a Lady once t is an old Story That would not be a Queene that would she not For all the mud in Egypt haue you heard it An. Come you are pleasant Old L. With your Theame I could O're-mount the Larke The Marchionesse of Pembrooke A thousand pounds a yeare for pure respect No other obligation by my Life That promises mo thousands Honours traine Is longer then his fore-skirt by this time I know your backe will beare a Dutchesse Say Are you not stronger then you were An. Good Lady Make your selfe mirth with your particular fancy And leaue me out on 't Would I had no being If this salute my blood a â—ot it faints me To thinke what followes The Queene is comfortlesse and wâ—e forgetfull In our long absence pray doe not deliuer What heere y' haue heard to her Old L. What doe you thinke me Exeunt Scena Quarta Trumpets Sennet and Cornets Enter two Vergers with shoÌ„t siluer wands next them two Scribes in the habite of Doctors after them the Bishop of Canterbury alone after him the Bishops of Lincolne Ely Rochester and S. Asaph Next them with some small distance followes a Gentleman bearing the Purse with the great Seale and a Cardinals Hat Then two Priests bearing each a Siluer Crosse Then a Gentleman Vsher bare-headed accompanyed with a Sergeant at Armes bearing a Siluer Mace Then two Gentlemen bearing two great Siluer Pillers After them side by side the two Cardinals two Noblemen with the Sword and Mace The King takes place vnder the Cloth of State The two Cardinalls sit vnder him as Iudges The Queene takes place some distance from the King The Bishops place themselues on each side the Court in manner of a Consistory Below them the Scribes The Lords sit next the Bishops The rest of the Attendants stand in conuenient order about the Stage Car. Whil'st our Commission from Rome is read Let silence be commanded King What 's the need It hath already publiquely bene read And on all sides th' Authority allow'd You may then spare that time Car. Bee 't so proceed Scri. Say Henry K. of England come into the Court. Crier Henry King of England c. King Heere Scribe Say Katherine Queene of England Come into the Court. Crier Katherine Queene of England c. The Queene makes no answer rises out of her Chaire goes about the Court comes to the King and kneeles at his Feete Then speakes Sir I desire you do me Right and Iustice And to bestow your pitty on me for I am a most poore Woman and a Stranger Borne out of your Dominions hauing heere No Iudge indifferent nor no more assurance Of equall Friendship and Proceeding Alas Sir In what haue I offended you What cause Hath my behauiour giuen to your displeasure That thus you should proceede to put me off And take your good Grace from me Heauen witnesse I haue bene to you a true and humble Wife At all times to your will conformable Euer in feare to kindle your Dislike Yea subiect to your Countenance Glad or sorry As I saw it inclin'd When was the houre I euer contradicted your Desire Or made it not mine too Or which of your Friends Haue I not stroue to loue although I knew He were mine Enemy What Friend of mine That had to him deriu'd your Anger did I Continue in my Liking Nay gaue notice He was from thence discharg'd Sir call to minde That I haue beene your Wife in this Obedience Vpward of twenty yeares and haue bene blest With many Children by you If in the course And processe of this time you can report And proue it too against mine Honor aught My bond to Wedlocke or my Loue and Dutie Against your Sacred Person in Gods name Turne me away and let the fowl'st Contempt Shut doore vpon me and so giue me vp To the sharp'st kinde of Iustice Please you Sir The King your Father was reputed for A Prince most Prudent of an excellent And vnmatch'd Wit and Iudgement Ferdinand My Father King of Spaine was reckon'd one The wisest Prince that there had reign'd by many A yeare before It is not to be question'd That they had gather'd a wise Councell to them Of euery Realme that did debate this Businesse Who deem'd our Marriage lawful Wherefore I humbly Beseech you Sir to spare me till I may Be by my Friends in Spaine aduis'd whose Counsaile I will implore If not i' th' name of God Your pleasure be fulfill'd Wol. You haue heere Lady And of your choice these Reuerend Fathers men Of singular Integrity and Learning Yea the elect o' th' Land who are assembled To pleade your Cause It shall be therefore bootlesse That longer you desire the Court as well For your owne quiet as to rectifie What is vnsetled in the King Camp His Grace Hath spoken well and iustly Therefore Madam It 's fit this Royall Session do proceed And that without delay their Arguments Be now produc'd and heard Qu. Lord Cardinall to you I speake Wol. Your pleasure Madam Qu. Sir I am about to weepe but thinking that We are a Queene or long haue dream'd so certaine The daughter of a King my drops of teares I le turne to sparkes of fire Wol. Be patient yet Qu. I will when you are humble Nay before Or God will punish me I do beleeue Induc'd by potent Circumstances that You are mine Enemy and make my Challenge You shall not be my Iudge For it is you Haue blowne this Coale betwixt my Lord and me Which Gods dew quench therefore I say againe I vtterly abhorre yea from my Soule Refuse you for my Iudge whom yet once more I hold my
thinke he 'le proue to Desdemona A most deere husband Now I do loue her too Not out of absolute Lust though peraduenture I stand accomptant for as great a sin But partely led to dyet my Reuenge For that I do suspect the lustie Moore Hath leap'd into my Seate The thought whereof Doth like a poysonous Minerall gnaw my Inwardes And nothing can or shall content my Soule Till I am eeuen'd with him wife for wift Or fayling so yet that I put the Moore At least into a Ielouzie so strong That iudgement cannot cure Which thing to do If this poore Trash of Venice whom I trace For his quicke hunting stand the putting on I le haue our Michael Cassio on the hip Abuse him to the Moore in the right garbe For I feare Cassio with my Night-Cape too Make the Moore thanke me loue me and reward me Foâ— making him egregiously an Asse And practising vpon his peace and quiet Euen to madnesse 'T is heere but yet confus'd Knaueries plaine face is neuer seene till vs'd Exit Scena Secunda Enter Othello's Herald with a Proclamation Herald It is Othello's pleasure our Noble and Valiant Generall That vpon certaine tydings now arriu'd importing the meere perdition of the Turkish Fleete euery man put himselfe into Triumph Some to daunce some to make Bonfires each man to what Sport and Reuels his addition leads him For besides these beneficiall Newes it is the Celebration of his Nuptiall So much was his pleasure should be proclaimed All offices are open there is full libertie of Feasting from this present houre of fiue till the Bell haue told eleuen Blesse the Isle of Cyprus and our Noble Generall Othello Exit Enter Othello Desdemona Cassio and Attendants Othe Good Michael looke you to the guard to night Let 's teach our selues that Honourable stop Not to out-sport discretion Cas Iago hath direction what to do But notwithstanding with my personall eye Will I looke to 't Othe Iago is most honest Michael goodnight To morrow with your earliest Let me haue speech with you Come my deere Loue The purchase made the fruites are to ensue That profit's yet to come 'tweene me and you Goodnight Exit Enter Iago Cas Welcome Iago we must to the Watch. Iago Not this houre Lieutenant 't is not yet ten o' th' clocke Our Generall cast vs thus earely for the loue of his Desdemona Who let vs not therefore blame he hath not yet made wanton the night with her and she is sport for Ioue Cas She 's a most exquisite Lady Iago And I le warrant her full of Game Cas Indeed she s a most fresh and delicate creature Iago What an eye she ha's Methinkes it sounds a parley to prouocation Cas An inuiting eye And yet me thinkes right modest Iago And when she speakes Is it not an Alarum to Loue Cas She is indeed perfection Iago Well happinesse to their Sheetes Come Lieutenant I haue a stope of Wine and heere without are a brace of Cyprus Gallants that would faine haue a measure to the health of blacke Othello Cas Not to night good Iago I haue very poore and vnhappie Braines for drinking I could well wish Curtesie would inuent some other Custome of entertainment Iago Oh they are our Friends but one Cup I le drinke for you Cassio I haue drunke but one Cup to night and that was craftily qualified too and behold what inouation it makes heere I am infortunate in the infirmity and dare not taske my weakenesse with any more Iago What man 'T is a night of Reuels the Gallants desire it Cas Where are they Iago Heere at the doore I pray you call them in Cas I le do 't but it dislikes me Exit Iago If I can fasten but one Cup vpon him With that which he hath drunke to night alreadie He 'l be as full of Quarrell and offence As my yong Mistris dogge Now my sicke Foole Rodorigo Whom Loue hath turn'd almost the wrong side out To Desdemona hath to night Carrows'd Potations pottle-deepe and he 's to watch Three else of Cyprus Noble swelling Spirites That hold their Honours in a wary distance The very Elements of this Warrelike Isle Haue I to night fluster'd with flowing Cups And they Watch too Now ' mongst this Flocke of drunkards Am I put to our Cassio in some Action That may offend the Isle But here they come Enter Cassio Montano and Gentlemen If Consequence do but approue my dreame My Boate sailes freely both with winde and Streame Cas 'Fore heauen they haue giuen me a rowse already Mon. Good-faith a litle one not past a pint as I am a Souldier Iago Some Wine hoa And let me the Cannakin clinke clinke And let me the Cannakin clinke A Souldiers a man Oh mans life 's but a span Why then let a Souldier drinke Some Wine Boyes Cas 'Fore Heauen an excellent Song Iago I learn'd it in England where indeed they are most potent in Potting Your Dane your Germaine and your swag-belly'd Hollander drinke hoa are nothing to your English Cassio Is your Englishmen so exquisite in his drinking Iago Why he drinkes you with facillitie your Dane dead drunke He sweates not to ouerthrow your Almaine He giues your Hollander a vomit ere the next Pottle can be fill'd Cas To the health of our Generall Mon. I am for it Lieutenant and I le do you Iustice Iago Oh sweet England King Stephen was and-a worthy Peere His Breeches cost him but a Crowne He held them Six pence all to deere With that he cal'd the Tailor Lowne He was a wight of high Renowne And thou art but of low degree 'T is Pride that pulls the Country downe And take thy awl'd Cloake about thee Some Wine hoa Cassio Why this is a more exquisite Song then the other Iago Will you heare 't againe Cas No for I hold him to be vnworthy of his Place that do's those things Well heau'ns aboue all and there be soules must be saued and there be soules must not be saued Iago It 's true good Lieutenant Cas For mine owne part no offence to the Generall nor any man of qualitie I hope to be saued Iago And so do I too Lieutenant Cassio I but by your leaue not before me The Lieutenant is to be saued before the Ancient Let 's haue no more of this let 's to our Affaires Forgiue vs our sinnes Gentlemen let 's looke to our businesse Do not thinke Gentlemen I am drunke this is my Ancient this is my right hand and this is my left I am not drunke now I can stand well enough and I speake well enough Gent. Excellent well Cas Why very well then you must not thinke then that I am drunke Exit Monta. To th' Platforme Masters come let 's set the Watch. Iago You see this Fellow that is gone before He 's a Souldier fit to stand by Caesar And giue direction And do but see his vice 'T is to his vertue a iust Equinox The one
as sure as English Henry liues And as his Father here was Conqueror As sure as in this late betrayed Towne Great Cordelions Heart was buryed So sure I sweare to get the Towne or dye Burg. My Vowes are equall partners with thy Vowes Talb. But ere we goe regard this dying Prince The valiant Duke of Bedford Come my Lord We will bestow you in some better place Fitter for sicknesse and for crasie age Bedf. Lord Talbot doe not so dishonour me Here will I sit before the Walls of Roan And will be partner of your weale or woe Burg. Couragious Bedford let vs now perswade you Bedf. Not to be gone from hence for once I read That stout Pendragon in his Litter sick Came to the field and vanquished his foes Me thinkes I should reuiue the Souldiors hearts Because I euer found them as my selfe Talb. Vndaunted spirit in a dying breast Then be it so Heauens keepe old Bedford safe And now no more adoe braue Burgonie But gather we our Forces out of hand And set vpon our boasting Enemie Exit An Alarum Excursions Enter Sir Iohn Falstaffe and a Captaine Capt. Whither away Sir Iohn Falstaffe in such haste Falst Whither away to saue my selfe by flight We are like to haue the ouerthrow againe Capt. What will you flye and leaue Lord Talbot Falst I all the Talbots in the World to saue my life Exit Capt. Cowardly Knight ill fortune follow thee Exit Retreat Excursions Pucell Alanson and Charles flye Bedf. Now quiet Soule depart when Heauen please For I haue seene our Enemies ouerthrow What is the trust or strength of foolish man They that of late were daring with their scoffes Are glad and faine by flight to saue themselues Bedford dyes and is carryed in by two in his Chaire An Alarum Enter Talbot Burgonie and the rest Talb. Lost and recouered in a day againe This is a double Honor Burgonie Yet Heauens haue glory for this Victorie Burg. Warlike and Martiall Talbot Burgonie Inshrines thee in his heart and there erects Thy noble Deeds as Valors Monuments Talb. Thanks gentle Duke but where is Pucel now I thinke her old Familiar is asleepe Now where 's the Bastards braues and Charles his glikes What all amort Roan hangs her head for griefe That such a valiant Company are fled Now will we take some order in the Towne Placing therein some expert Officers And then depart to Paris to the King For there young Henry with his Nobles lye Burg. What wills Lord Talbot pleaseth Burgonie Talb. But yet before we goe let 's not forget The Noble Duke of Bedford late deceas'd But see his Exequies fulfill'd in Roan A brauer Souldier neuer couched Launce A gentler Heart did neuer sway in Court But Kings and mightiest Potentates must die For that 's the end of humane miserie Exeunt Scaena Tertia Enter Charles Bastard Alanson Pucell Pucell Dismay not Princes at this accident Nor grieue that Roan is so recouered Care is no cure but rather corrosiue For things that are not to be remedy'd Let frantike Talbot triumph for a while And like a Peacock sweepe along his tayle Wee 'le pull his Plumes and take away his Trayne If Dolphin and the rest will be but rul'd Charles We haue been guided by thee hitherto And of thy Cunning had no diffidence One sudden Foyle shall neuer breed distrust Bastard Search out thy wit for secret pollicies And we will make thee famous through the World Alans Wee 'le set thy Statue in some holy place And haue thee reuerenc't like a blessed Saint Employ thee then sweet Virgin for our good Pucell Then thus it must be this doth Ioane deuise By faire perswasions mixt with sugred words We will entice the Duke of Burgonie To leaue the Talbot and to follow vs. Charles I marry Sweeting if we could doe that France were no place for Henryes Warriors Nor should that Nation boast it so with vs But be extirped from our Prouinces Alans For euer should they be expuls'd from France And not haue Title of an Earledome here Pucell Your Honors shall perceiue how I will worke To bring this matter to the wished end Drumme sounds a farre off Hearke by the sound of Drumme you may perceiue Their Powers are marching vnto Paris-ward Here sound an English March. There goes the Talbot with his Colours spred And all the Troupes of English after him French March. Now in the Rereward comes the Duke and his Fortune in fauor makes him lagge behinde Summon a Parley we will talke with him Trumpets sound a Parley Charles A Parley with the Duke of Burgonie Burg. Who craues a Parley with the Burgonie Pucell The Princely Charles of France thy Countrey-man Burg. What say'st thou Charles for I am marching hence Charles Speake Pucell and enchaunt him with thy words Pucell Braue Burgonie vndoubted hope of France Stay let thy humble Hand-maid speake to thee Burg. Speake on but be not ouer-tedious Pucell Looke on thy Country look on fertile France And see the Cities and the Townes defac't By wasting Ruine of the cruell Foe As lookes the Mother on her lowly Babe When Death doth close his tender-dying Eyes See see the pining Maladie of France Behold the Wounds the most vnnaturall Wounds Which thou thy selfe hast giuen her wofull Brest Oh turne thy edged Sword another way Strike those that hurt and hurt not those that helpe One drop of Blood drawne from thy Countries Bosome Should grieue thee more then streames of forraine gore Returne thee therefore with a floud of Teares And wash away thy Countries stayned Spots Burg. Either she hath bewitcht me with her words Or Nature makes me suddenly relent Pucell Besides all French and France exclaimes on thee Doubting thy Birth and lawfull Progenie Who ioyn'st thou with but with a Lordly Nation That will not trust thee but for profits sake When Talbot hath set footing once in France And fashion'd thee that Instrument of Ill Who then but English Henry will be Lord And thou be thrust out like a Fugitiue Call we to minde and marke but this for proofe Was not the Duke of Orleance thy Foe And was he not in England Prisoner But when they heard he was thine Enemie They set him free without his Ransome pay'd In spight of Burgonie and all his friends See then thou fight'st against thy Countreymen And ioyn'st with them will be thy slaughter-men Come come returne returne thou wandering Lord Charles and the rest will take thee in their armes Burg. I am vanquished These haughtie wordes of hers Haue batt'red me like roaring Cannon-shot And made me almost yeeld vpon my knees Forgiue me Countrey and sweet Countreymen And Lords accept this heartie kind embrace My Forces and my Power of Men are yours So farwell Talbot I le no longer trust thee Pucell Done like a Frenchman turne and turne againe Charles Welcome braue Duke thy friendship makes vs fresh Bastard And doth beget new Courage in our Breasts Alans Pucell hath brauely play'd
Discipline Thy late exploits done in the heart of France When thou wert Regent for our Soueraigne Haue made thee fear'd and honor'd of the people Ioyne we together for the publike good In what we can to bridle and suppresse The pride of Suffolke and the Cardinall With Somersets and Buckinghams Ambition And as we may cherish Duke Humfries deeds While they do tend the profit of the Land War So God helpe Warwicke as he loues the Land And common profit of his Countrey Yor. And so sayes Yorke For he hath greatest cause Salisbury Then le ts make hast away And looke vnto the maine Warwicke Vnto the maine Oh Father Maine is lost That Maine which by maine force Warwicke did winne And would haue kept so long as breath did last Main-chance father you meant but I meant Maine Which I will win from France or else be slaine Exit Warwicke and Salisbury Manet Yorke Yorke Aniou and Maine are giuen to the French Paris is lost the state of Normandie Stands on a tickle point now they are gone Suffolke concluded on the Articles The Peeres agreed and Henry was well pleas'd To change two Dukedomes for a Dukes faire daughter I cannot blame them all what is' t to them 'T is thine they giue away and not their owne Pirates may make cheape penyworths of their pillage And purchase Friends and giue to Curtezans Still reuelling like Lords till all be gone While as the silly Owner of the goods Weepes ouer them and wrings his haplesse hands And shakes his head and trembling stands aloofe While all is shar'd and all is borne away Ready to sterue and dare not touch his owne So Yorke must sit and fret and bite his tongue While his owne Lands are bargain'd for and sold Me thinkes the Realmes of England France Ireland Beare that proportion to my flesh and blood As did the fatall brand Althaea burnt Vnto the Princes heart of Calidon Aniou and Maine both giuen vnto the French Cold newes for me for I had hope of France Euen as I haue of fertile Englands soile A day will come when Yorke shall claime his owne And therefore I will take the Neuils parts And make a shew of loue to proud Duke Humfrey And when I spy aduantage claime the Crowne For that 's the Golden marke I seeke to hit Nor shall proud Lancaster vsurpe my right Nor hold the Scepter in his childish Fist Nor weare the Diadem vpon his head Whose Church-like humors fits not for a Crowne Then Yorke be still a-while till time do serue Watch thou and wake when others be asleepe To prie into the secrets of the State Till Henrie surfetting in ioyes of loue With his new Bride Englands deere bought Queen And Humfrey with the Peeres be falne at iarres Then will I raise aloft the Milke-white-Rose With whose sweet smell the Ayre shall be perfum'd And in in my Standard beare the Armes of Yorke To grapple with the house of Lancaster And force perforce I le make him yeeld the Crowne Whose bookish Rule hath pull'd faire England downe Exit Yorke Enter Duke Humfrey and his wife Elianor Elia. Why droopes my Lord like ouer-ripen'd Corn Hanging the head at Ceres plenteous load Why doth the Great Duke Humfrey knit his browes As frowning at the Fauours of the world Why are thine eyes fixt to the sullen earth Gazing on that which seemes to dimme thy sight What seest thou there King Henries Diadem Inchac'd with all the Honors of the world If so Gaze on and grouell on thy face Vntill thy head be circled with the same Put forth thy hand reach at the glorious Gold What is' t too short I le lengthen it with mine And hauing both together heau'd it vp Wee 'l both together lift our heads to heauen And neuer more abase our sight so low As to vouchsafe one glance vnto the ground Hum. O Nell sweet Nell if thou dost loue thy Lord Banish the Canker of ambitious thoughts And may that thought when I imagine ill Against my King and Nephew vertuous Henry Be my last breathing in this mortall world My troublous dreames this night doth make me sad Eli. What dream'd my Lord tell me and I le requite it With sweet rehearsall of my mornings dreame Hum. Me thought this staffe mine Office-badge in Court Was broke in twaine by whom I haue forgot But as I thinke it was by ' th Cardinall And on the peeces of the broken Wand Were plac'd the heads of Edmond Duke of Somerset And William de la Pole first Duke of Suffolke This was my dreame what it doth bode God knowes Eli. Tut this was nothing but an argument That he that breakes a sticke of Glosters groue Shall loose his head for his presumption But list to me my Humfrey my sweete Duke Me thought I sate in Seate of Maiesty In the Cathedrall Church of Westminster And in that Chaire where Kings Queens wer crownd Where Henrie and Dame Margaret kneel'd to me And on my head did set the Diadem Hum. Nay Elinor then must I chide outright Presumptuous Dame ill-nurter'd Elianor Art thou not second Woman in the Realme And the Protectors wife belou'd of him Hast thou not worldly pleasure at command Aboue the reach or compasse of thy thought And wilt thou still be hammering Treachery To tumble downe thy husband and thy selfe From top of Honor to Disgraces feete Away from me and let me heare no more Elia. What what my Lord Are you so chollericke With Elianor for telling but her dreame Next time I le keepe my dreames vnto my selfe And not be check'd Hum. Nay be not angry I am pleas'd againe Enter Messenger Mess My Lord Protector 't is his Highnes pleasure You do prepare to ride vnto S. Albons Where as the King and Queene do meane to Hawke Hu. I go Come Nel thou wilt ride with vs Ex. Hum Eli. Yes my good Lord I le follow presently Follow I must I cannot go before While Gloster beares this base and humble minde Were I a Man a Duke and next of blood I would remoue these tedious stumbling blockes And smooth my way vpon their headlesse neckes And being a woman I will not be slacke To play my part in Fortunes Pageant Where are you there Sir Iohn nay feare not man We are alone here 's none but thee I. Enter Hume Hume Iesus preserue your Royall Maiesty Elia. What saist thou Maiesty I am but Grace Hume But by the grace of God and Humes aduice Your Graces Title shall be multiplied Elia. What saist thou man Hast thou as yet confer'd With Margerie Iordane the cunning Witch With Roger Bollingbrooke the Coniuter And will they vndertake to do me good Hume This they haue promised to shew your Highnes A Spirit rais'd from depth of vnder ground That shall make answere to such Questions As by your Grace shall be propounded him Elianor It is enough I le thinke vpon the Questions When from Saint Albones we doe make returne
to blood If you go forward therefore yeeld or dye Cade As for these silken-coated slaues I passe not It is to you good people that I speake Ouer whom in time to come I hope to raigne For I am rightfull heyre vnto the Crowne Staff Villaine thy Father was a Playsterer And thou thy selfe a Sheareman art thou not Cade And Adam was a Gardiner Bro. And what of that Cade Marry this Edmund Mortimer Earle of March married the Duke of Clarence daughter did he not Staf. I sir Cade By her he had two children at one birth Bro. That 's false Cade I there 's the question But I say 't is true The elder of them being put to nurse Was by a begger-woman stolne away And ignorant of his birth and parentage Became a Bricklayer when he came to age His sonne am I deny it if you can But. Nay 't is too true therefore he shall be King Wea. Sir he made a Chimney in my Fathers house the brickes are aliue at this day to testifie it therefore deny it not Staf. And will you credit this base Drudges Wordes that speakes he knowes not what All. I marry will we therefore get ye gone Bro. Iacke Cade the D. of York hath taught you this Cade He lyes for I inuented it my selfe Go too Sirrah tell the King from me that for his Fathers sake Henry the fift in whose time boyes went to Span-counter for French Crownes I am content he shall raigne but I le be Protector ouer him Butcher And furthermore wee 'l haue the Lord Sayes head for selling the Dukedome of Maine Cade And good reason for thereby is England main'd And faine to go with a staffe but that my puissance holds it vp Fellow-Kings I tell you that that Lord Say hath gelded the Commonwealth and made it an Eunuch more then that he can speake French and therefore hee is a Traitor Staf. O grosse and miserable ignorance Cade Nay answer if you can The Frenchmen are our enemies go too then I ask but this Can he that speaks with the tongue of an enemy be a good Councellour or no All. No no and therefore wee 'l haue his head Bro. Well seeing gentle words will not preuayle Assaile them with the Army of the King Staf. Herald away and throughout euery Towne Proclaime them Traitors that are vp with Cade That those which flye before the battell ends May euen in their Wiues and Childrens sight Be hang'd vp for example at their doores And you that be the Kings Friends follow me Exit Cade And you that loue the Commons follow me Now shew your selues men 't is for Liberty We will not leaue one Lord one Gentleman Spare none but such as go in clouted shooen For they are thrifty honest men and such As would but that they dare not take our parts But. They are all in order and march toward vs. Cade But then are we in order when we are most out of order Come march forward Alarums to the fight wherein both the Staffords are slaine Enter Cade and the rest Cade Where 's Dicke the Butcher of Ashford But. Heere sir Cade They fell before thee like Sheepe and Oxen thou behaued'st thy selfe as if thou hadst beene in thine owne Slaughter-house Therfore thus will I reward thee the Lent shall bee as long againe as it is and thou shalt haue a License to kill for a hundred lacking one But. I desire no more Cade And to speake truth thou deseru'st no lesse This Monument of the victory will I beare and the bodies shall be dragg'd at my horse heeles till I do come to London where we will haue the Maiors sword born before vs. But. If we meane to thriue and do good breake open the Gaoles and let out the Prisoners Cade Feare not that I warrant thee Come let 's march towards London Exeunt Enter the King with a Supplication and the Queene with Suffolkes head the Duke of Buckingham and the Lord Say Queene Oft haue I heard that greefe softens the mind And makes it fearefull and degenerate Thinke therefore on reuenge and cease to weepe But who can cease to weepe and looke on this Heere may his head lye on my throbbing brest But where 's the body that I should imbrace Buc. What answer makes your Grace to the Rebells Supplication King I le send some holy Bishop to intreat For God forbid so many simple soules Should perish by the Sword And I my selfe Rather then bloody Warre shall cut them short Will parley with Iacke Cade their Generall But stay I le read it ouer once againe Qu. Ah barbarous villaines Hath this louely face Rul'd like a wandering Plannet ouer me And could it not inforce them to relent That were vnworthy to behold the same King Lord Say Iacke Cade hath sworne to huae thy head Say I but I hope your Highnesse shall haue his King How now Madam Still lamenting and mourning for Suffolkes death I feare me Loue if that I had beene dead Thou would'st not haue mourn'd so much for me Qu. No my Loue I should not mourne but dye for thee Enter a Messenger King How now What newes Why com'st thou in such haste Mes The Rebels are in Southwarke Fly my Lord Iacke Cade proclaimes himselfe Lord Mortimer Descended from the Duke of Clarence house And calles your Grace Vsurper openly And vowes to Crowne himselfe in Westminster His Army is a ragged multitude Of Hindes and Pezants rude and mercilesse Sir Humfrey Stafford and his Brothers death Hath giuen them heart and courage to proceede All Schollers Lawyers Courtiers Gentlemen They call false Catterpillers and intend their death Kin. Oh gracelesse men they know not what they do Buck. My gracious Lord retire to Killingworth Vntill a power be rais'd to put them downe Qu. Ah were the Duke of Suffolke now aliue These Kentish Rebels would be soone appeas'd King Lord Say the Traitors hateth thee Therefore away with vs to Killingworth Say So might your Graces person be in danger The sight of me is odious in their eyes And therefore in this Citty will I stay And liue alone as secret as I may Enter another Messenger Mess Iacke Cade hath gotten London-bridge The Citizens flye and forsake their houses The Rascall people thirsting after prey Ioyne with the Traitor and they ioyntly sweare To spoyle the City and your Royall Court. Buc. Then linger not my Lord away take horse King Come Margaret God our hope will succor vs. Qu. My hope is gone now Suffolke is deceast King Farewell my Lord trust not the Kentish Rebels Buc. Trust no body for feare you betraid Say The trust I haue is in mine innocence And therefore am I bold and resolute Exeunt Enter Lord Scales vpon the Tower walking Then enters two or three Citizens below Scales How now Is Iacke Cade slaine 1. Cit. No my Lord nor likely to be slaine For they haue wonne the Bridge Killing all those that withstand them The L. Maior