pretends This rank Rebellion rather took his root From wrongs in us then treacheries in VVallace And sends his forces rather to examine And question our demeanours then their treasons We must prevent it how think you Sir Jeffery Sir Jef. Troth even as you think policie must prevent it Enter Messenger Mes. Sir John Graham craves conference with the Cōmissioners Has. Admit him Enter Sir Iohn Graham A man me thinks of your experience Respect and education should not linke Your self in such a chain of counterfeits Io. Gra. Nor have I Lords but for your best advantage And Englands good traitors and dottrels Are sold for all alike he that will take them Must seem to do as they do imitate Their vicious actions strive to take upon him Their idle follies joyn companies and drive Them into a net suspectlesse Has. So did not Graham Io. Gra. Speak not before your knowledge you detain My onely daughter prisoner will Selby And his colleagues free her and pardon me If I dissolve the brood of traitors And give up Wallace in bands Sel. Let 's daughter be produc'd Enter Peggie And th' execution for awhile deferr'd Though in her cause Selby ha's lost a sonne And with him all content so deer I tender The peace of Scotland and my Soveraignes good As give the traitour to the hand of Law And with her life take thine Ieff. Good policie Peg. Aye trowe ye mean not Wallas his devoire And dowty valour merits mare repute nor Sike fawe language Gra. A fowle traitour I have converst with Wallace thrown my selfe Into his bosome mingled thoughts with him And find him neither worthy of thy love Nor my alliance Peg. Fay sa not sea my bunny Wallace luifes me Gra. Yes as a Politician does a knave For his own ends hearing thy death proclaim'd But he come in I told him on 't he smiled I urg'd thy love and constancy still he smil'd And to confirm 't he basely ha's cut off All his associates and given up himselfe Wholly to me Peg. Hawd therefor cherritie and wad yee give Him to his faes that gave His blood to your protect Enter Wallace with a guard bound Gra. I will and have For thine enlargement and my own I have No more here comes the Rebell Wal. Traiterous man Is this thy love these thy deep promises Art thou their Aspies See Selby here 's the hand Cleft thy sonnes heart Sel. For which base villain I 'le see thee hang'd Wal. Thou knowest not thy own eyes May feed the Crows assoon as mine Toads and Snakes May dig their lodgings in thy brest And Devils make faggots of thy bones first But my sentence Sel. Here Graham for thy service We enlarge thy beauteous daughter Wall A milde exchange Angels approve it Has. Next thee to thy Lands and Offices we restore Peg. And what for Wallace Sel. Race him from your thoughts Peg. Rac'd byn his name furth the Whayte buke of life that speaks it Sir Jeff. Hence Peg. Dear Wallace thoe ane shrude Hawd not our bands wees meet in yander cloud Whare na fell Southern nowther can extrude Nor bar na fra celestiall pulchritude Aid gange thy gate till heaven and as we flay Like turtle Dowes weese bill find gude play Exit Peg. Wall Rare resolution what weak heart would faint Having so constant a companion Selby my soul 's bound on a glorious voyage And would be free'd out of this jayle of flesh Then hinder not my voyage Jef. 'T is not policie wee 'l rather set it forwards Has. Raise a Gallowes fifty foot high ye shall not go by water wee 'l send you up a neerer way Wall All 's one Axe halter famine martyrdome or fire All are but severall passages to heaven Let my soule go the furthest way about Come tir'd with tortures shooting out my heart The deepest wounds like strong Certificates Find kindest welcome Enter Grimsby Gri. Stay th' execution and having read this Warrant know 'T is the Queens pleasure you send in this traitour Vnder my conduct to the English Campe Rebellion of this nature must be search'd With sharper torture Wall I outdare the worst He is no man that is afraid of death And Wallace his resolve shall out-live breath Gri. 'T is but short-liv'd else first see him bound and hud-winckt Then leave him to my care Sel. Bear with this Rebell my love Has. My service Jef. And my policie to the good Queen and Ladies Grim. Come Wallace now your pride draws neer the fall Wal. Why Grimsby if I fall 'T is but to gather stronger force to rise For as a ball 's thrown down to raise it higher So death's rebound shall make my soule aspire The glorious clouds so long I die secure Death cannot threat more then I dare endure Gri. No not a man more then my private followers The Queen enjoyns it Exeunt Wa. and Gri. Has. Farwell valiant Grimsby and farwell danger Ief. Policie and all Sel. The traitors fled and Wallace thus supprest My sons blouds paid and his wrong'd ghost at rest Has. And the whole land at quiet wher 's Sir Iohn Graham Wee 'l joyn him partner in Commission 'T will be a means to make our party strong And keep down mutinies search out old Wallace And hang the Carle at his own door Sir Ieffrey Place tables in the streets bonefires and bels Since without cause they murmur let u'm know That with their knees wee 'l make their proud harts bow Sir Jeffrey be you Master of the Feast You keep the purse if money fall out short Send out for more you have commission for 't Exeunt Act. II. Enter Grimsbie two or three followers VVallace bound and hoodwinkt Gr. VVHat talk'st of Conscience th' art an apparant rebell Wall How can he be a rebell was nere subject What right has Edward to the Crowne of Scotland The sword except more than my selfe or Grymsbie Gri. What greater right then conquest Wall Then what cause Iuster thou mine respected Country man Thou hast beene nobly valued and held ranke With best deservers look upon the wounds And mortall stabs of that distressed breast That gave thee suck see thy poore brethren slaves Thy sisters ravisht and all out-rages That bloudy Conquest can give lycence to See this and then aske Conscience if the man That with his bloud seeks generall reformation Deserves the name of Traitour Whither do'st leade me Gri. To Northumberland And Beaumont Wa. Butchers do your worst Torture I spit defiance in thy face And death embrace thee with as kinde a narme As if thou wert Enter old Wallace Peggie Graham Frier Coming and Mentith O. Wa. Thy Father Peg. And thy waife Wall In heaven or in a slumber who resolves me Speake am I dead or living or asleep Or all or both or neither tell me fate Me thinks I see my Father warlike Graham The Fryer what Peggie too I prethee joye Do not ore-flow my sences deerest friends Pegg Father Coming Mentith Graham
noble I charge you and conjure you to unclaspe A book in which I am graveld Cliff Perhaps I cannot Bruce Yes if you dare you can Clif. Dare Clifford dares Do any thing but wrong and what 's not just Bruce Then tell me sir what was that bitter scorn Which I like poyson tasted in my wine Clif. I care not if I doe because I love vertue even in My enemy the bowle of wine kissing your lip Behold quoth one how eagerly you Scot Drinks his own bloud Bruce You Scot drinks his own bloud which Scot Clif. Best wake some Oracle Bruce Who brake the jest upon me Clif. Pray pardon me Exit Cli Bruce The Oracle I 'le wake is here oh Wallace I ne're had eyes till now they were clos'd up By braving English witchcraft drinks his own bloud England my stepdame take my bitter curse Thy own nails teare thy own bowels oh my parent Dear Scotland I no more will be a goad Pricking thy sides but if ere I draw a sword It shall be double-edg'd with bloud and fire To burn and drown this Kingdome and this King Enter a Gentleman Gent. My Generall Charg'd me in privacie to give you these Bruce Thanks noble Clifford what did he bid thee say Gent. Nothing but so Exit Bruce A pair of Spurs Bruce nere was runaway Twelve silver pence oh bitter scorn with Judas I have betray'd my Master my dear Country And here 's the embleme of my treachery To hasten to some tree and desperate die Twelve sterling silver pence sterling ha sterling 'T is a limbe of Scotland spurs for flight Clifford I 'le thither comment I wrong or right Exit Enter Grimsby Mentith Coming English Herald and Rouge-crosse Ment. Stay noble Grimsby ere he further passe One of us certifie our Generall Perhaps hee 'l not admit him to his presence Grim. 'T is like so stay him here that pains be mine Com. Let Ruge-crosse bring his pleasure Grim. Come agreed Exeunt Grimsby and Ruge-crosse Men. You bring from Longshanks some strange message now Com. At least he sends his Gauntlet Men. Gauntlet no the English Fight not two dayes together but like swaggerers A fray being made up with a wound or so The man whose throat before should have been cut Is a sworn brother now we have mall'd your Nation Thei 'le fawn on us like Spaniels will they not Com. And that 's thy errand i st not Ment. Commonly when English see at cuffs they are too weak they fall to fishing and then bait the hook with mercie and the Kings pardon at which who bites ha's his swallowing spoiled for ever there 's no Scot but scorns to hang his hope on your Kings promises be it nere so smoothly gilded Herald He gilds none sir Ment. I warrant he would pawn half his Dominions to shake hands with Wallace and be friends Com. Had he but him in 's Court he would out-shine His capring gallants be would dote on him As Jupiter did on Ganymede and make him His chief Minion Herald Hee does already so really dote upon him 't is not yet the age of one houre since my Master sware to give ten thousand Crowns to Scot or English that were so bold to bring him Wallace's head Enter Ruge-crosse Ruge. The English Herald Exeunt Ruge and Herald Ment. Ten thousand Crowns Com. Would make a faire shew in our purses Jack Ment. I could pick out five thousand heads That I durst boldly sell him at that rate Com. Ten thousand Crowns Ment. I and Court wind-falls too Some English Earldome or so here is none but friends Should you betray the conference I care not I would deny it and I would oresway Your proofs tho neere so massie Com. It shall not need beleeve me worthy Mentith What here you looke is safe Ment. Shall we earne this English gold ten thousand crownes Com. My hand Ment. They are ours hee 's dead Com. No more he comes Enter Wallace Grimsbie Herald VVal. I am to him no vassal hee 's a tyrant So tell him ere his frowne shall bend my knee This shall be hang'd upon the gallow tree For my appearance tell him this I 'le dyne On Christmas day next in his English Court And in his great Hall at Westminster at 's owne boord Wee 'le drink Scotch healths in his standing cups of gold His blacke Iackes hand in hand about his Court Shall march with our blew bonnets we 'le eate nothing But what our swords shall carve so tell his Souldiers Wee 'le sit like Lords there whilst they rayle like slaves Go with Scotch threats pay backe your English braves Grim. You le make the English mad Exit Herald Omn. A brave defiance VVal. Defiance Le ts mad them more they shall not sleep to night Good Grimsbie beat a drum let bon-fires shine Through all our army as if our Tents were burnt And we dislodg'd but recollect our troops Into an ordered body some thing wee 'le do To make our Chronicles swell with English rue Grim. A Drum call a Drum Exit Grimsbie VVa. Oh sir John Mentith I have crackt the Ice To a designe which if it will succeed England no more shall strike nor Scotland bleed Ment. Com Le ts be partakers deare sir VVal. What will you say if I winne Bruce from the English Ment. The happiest day that ever shone on Scotland Com. And crowne him King VVal. That 's the up-shot must crowne all I 'm to meet him Before one houre grow old in Glasco-moore Ment. How meet him Wa. As I am both come alone no words to any Ment. Our lips are seal'd Com. Will you ride or go on foot Wal. No more I 'le ride Ment. Wee 'le passe the wood on foot Wal. Jack Mentith I do laugh to think what face Longshancks wil make when he shall heare what guests Will dine with him in 's Court on Christmas day Ment. What face he 'le kill the Herald sure Wal. Oh! some charme for me to be invisible there and see him Ment. For my part of ten thousand crownes by this hand I do wish you there Com. For as many of mine I sweare Ment. Time may come In his Exchequer we may share twice that summe Wall Hence hye you before keep close in the wood Breake forth if you spie treason if not not Both Good Exeunt Enter the Fryers Ghost Wa. Ha if what thou seem'st thou art step forward speake I have fac'd more horrid terror Fryer Whare do'st gang Wall What 's that to thee Fryer Thouse not lest and lang Twa wolves will suike thy bluide by the third night I charge thy sawle meete mine thy death is dight Wal. Thou art a lying spirit Fryer Bruce byn thy bane Gif on thou gang luke not turne backe againe Wallace beweere me thinks it thee should irke Mare need hast thou to serve God in the Kirke VVa. Stay if thou hast a voyce th' art bloud and bone As I am let me feele thee else I 'le thinke thee A sorcerous
favours we have grac'd thee with Blush to have been conferr'd upon a man No better temper'd Bruce May it please my Soveraigne Confirme his grant touching K. The Crown of Scotland Save other time Grimsby th' ast raised A storm which showers of bloud can hardly lay Grim. Dread Liege If all the youthfull bloud that I have spent And wealthy honors that my sword hath wonne Waving the Christian Standard in the face Of the proud Pagan in the holy Land Merit the name of hangman Grimsby casts Them and himselfe at royall Edwards feet And like an out worn souldier humbly begs No pension but look Percy nor yet office But leave to leave the Court and rich in stars To lose more bloud or win more worth in wars K. VVe will not lose thee Grimsby valiant Percy If love in us or loyaltie in you Have any power Per. My Soveraignes pleasure sits above my private passions K. Then joyn hands Our subjects both the native of two Lands Per. Friends Grimsby Grim. Friends in shew But in my brest bloudy revenge lies ambush't Bruce Gracious Liege K. Th' art no Musician Bruce thou keep'st false time We strike a bloudy lachrymae to France And thou keep'st time to a Scotch ligge to armes Elenor. Edward will be more kind to Christians K. Let Christians be more honest then to Edward In expedition of this holy warre When France in person was enjoyn'd to march To work his safetie we engag'd our own Casheer'd his fainting souldiers and on promise Of so much gold at our return suppli'd The French designes our selfe and is our love And losse of bloud halfe which at least had drop'd Out of French bosomes quittant with owe none Pillage and play the free-butter for more The news Enter Haslerig Has. Dread Soveraigne Scotland is infected With a most dangerous surfet it breaks out In strong rebellion Edw. This is your Kingdome Bruce Bru. I have no hand in 't tho K. Shouldst have no head did we but think it VVhos 's the chief Has. One Wallace a fellow meanly bred But spirited above beleefe K. Some needy borderer How is our bosome parted is their power Of any strength Bruce leavy powers for France If we but thought thee touch'd in 't warlike Percy Beaumont and Sebastian fetch him in Or with a second and more fatall conquest Ruine that stubborne Nation Ellin. Gracious Edward Tho war ha's made them subjects heaven defend Subjects should make 'em vassals K. We conceit you If any officer of ours transgresse Our will or go beyond his bounds prefix't VVee 'l have his head he our high worth depraves That our free subjects seek to make his slaves Has. We do not K. See we finde it not Ell. Let Ellianor win so much favour as to march along Tho conquer'd 'las we are neighbours of one clime And live like them subject to change and time Grim. Royall Edward Though Wallace and some spleenfull dissolutes Wrong'd with the yoke of bondage cast it off Let not the whole Land suffer K. Nor do we wish it Grimsby should the fates But turn the wheele we might with them change states Be Scotlands subjects let but Rebellion kneele Wee 'l weare soft mercy and cast off rough steele Grim. I 'le undertake it K. Let messengers be sent To question the proud Rebell and if Grimsby Faile in his plot Northumberland and Clifford Shall second him in armes so slight a fo Must not detain us from our French designes Our Queen ha's all our brest and tho we might Iustly perhaps confine your liberty Bruce we inlarge it giving you command In our French wars observe him neerly Lords I have read this maxime in state policie Be sure to weare thy danger in thy eye France lights a Comet Scotland a blazing Star Both seeke for bloud wee 'le quench um both with war Exeunt Enter yong Wallace Coming Mentith Com. Prethee good Wallace Y. Wal. Ill betides his soule That speaks of goodnesse thinks or meditates Of any goodnesse more then how to free Imprison'd Peg Men. But heare me Wal. Laverek Castle weares but a slender bolt of brick Com. Turn'd mad Wal. And say the moat be fifty fathomes deep Fiftie times fiftie say it reach through to hell Wallace will swim 't Com. Swim 't yes so wilt thrust an oxe into an Eg-shell And rost it by Moon-shine but why should Wallace Wal. Why should proud Selby though his forward son Were justly slain imprison Peg Poor Lambe she is no murtherer Com. In my conscience she ne're drew weapon In anger in her life Men. Not at sharp I think but by your leave 't is thought She ha's practis'd in private put Wallace to foil and made Him lie at his hanging ward many a time and oft Enter Old Wallace and Graham O. Wal. Wher 's my sonne Wal. With Peggie father manacles of griefe Hang heavy on my sences O. Wal. Shake 'em off Shew thy self worthy him that thou call'st father Or Peggie dies Wal. What thunderclap was that Able to waken death or shake the shrowd From off a dead mans shoulders Peggie dies Should thunder speak it Wallace would sweare it lies Who spake that fatall Nuntio O. Wal. His breath That gave thee being Haslerig 's return'd Wal. Whence from the Devill O. W. From England and this instant But thou com'st in and yeeld thy self her life Dissolves to aire Wal. The charitable Angels waft her to heaven Gra. Resolve you then to lose her Wal. How shall we save her singly as I am I will oppose me 'gainst the town of Lavercke Swim the vast moat and with my trustie sword Hew down the Castle-gates dishinge the doores File off her irons and through a wall of steele Attempt her rescue O. W. 'T is impossible Wal. Impossible what 's the news from Englands O. W. Grimsby the fire-brand of his Country Comes to insnare you on the heele of him Treads a huge army led on by the Queen Percy and Clifford Om. Torture and death itself cannot divide us Wal. Sir John Graham you shall be the engine Our policie must work with streight give out That hearing of the English expedition Our faction is dissolv'd Gra. Whats 's this to Peggies rescue Wal. Much this rumour Blown through the Land will stay the English forces And give us time and means to strengthen ours That once in act repair to Haslerig Selby and Thorn urge Peggies innocence And for her freedom and your own make faith To yeeld me prisoner 't will be no doubt excepted Your self once pardon'd and your daughter free Gra. What rests for Wallace Wal. Prosper'd destinie If the great cause we undertake be good 'T will thrive if not be 't washt in VVallace bloud Exeunt Enter Haslerig Thorne Selby Sir Ieffrey Has. Is it by generall Proclamation voic'd That but proud VVallace yeild Peg Graham dies Sir Ief. The Cryers are all hoarse with balling of it Has. T' is time for providence to stirre the King I know not upon what complaints
is quite lost Wal. Why then descend amaine art sure t is lost Ment. Yes Wal. Then wee 'le winne it againe Enter Messenger Clif. How now Mes. The King proclaimes that man a traytor That saves when he may kill Cliff Charge them blacke day The Lyon hunts a Lyon for his prey A fight Enter Wallace and Souldiers beat off the English the Generall and Grimsby slaine Generall Too late Wall Why then farewell I 'le make what haste I can to follow thee Bruce Bruce I am here 't is Wallace calls thee Dares thee Bru. Tho I nere stoopt unto a traitors lure I scorne thine why do'st thou single me Yet turnst thy weapon downward to the earth Wal. Le ts breathe and talke Bru. I 'le parly with no traytor but with blows VVal. Ye shall have blows your guts full I am no traytor Bru. Why 'gainst thy Soveraigne lifts thou then thy sword Wal. You see I lift it not Bru. Tell Edward so thy King Wal. Longshancks was never Soveraigne of mine Nor shall whilst Bruce lives Bruce is my Soveraigne Thou art but bastard English Scotch true borne Th' art made a mastive 'mongst a heard of wolves To weary those thou shouldst be shepheard of The fury of the battell now declines And take my counsell though I seeme thy foe Wash both thy hands in bloud and when anon The English in their Tents their deeds do boast Lift thou thy bloudy hands up and boast thine And with a sharpe eye note but with what scorne The English pay thy merit Bru. This I 'le try Wal. Dar'st thou alone meet me in Glasco-moore And there I 'le tell thee more Bru. Thou hast no treason towards me VVa. Here 's my hand I am cleare as innocence had I meant treason Here could I worke it on thee I have none Bru. In Glasco-moore I 'le meet thee fare thee well VVa. The time Bru. Some two houres hence VVa. There I will untie A knot at which hangs death or Soveraigntie Exeunt Enter the English Army Kin. We have swet hard to day Cli. T was a brave hunting Bolt offers to lay his Coat under the king Kin. Sit some wine Away in the field all fellows whose is this Bolt It was my Coat at Armes but now t is yours at legges King Away why givest thou me a cushion Bolt Because of the two I take you to be the better man King A souldiers coat shall never be so base To lye beneath my heele th' art in this place My fellow and companion a health to all in England Omn. Let it come Cliff Is not this he that kill'd VVallace Bolt No sir I am onely he that said so As you sit so did I lye King Sirra where 's your master Bol. My master is shot King How shot where Bol. I' th backe Clif. Oh he ranne away Bol. No my Lord but his harnesse Cap was blowne off and he running after it to catch it was shot betweene necke and shoulders and when he stood upright he had two heads King Two heads how Bolt Yes truly his own head and the arrow head it was twenty to one that I had not beene shot before him King Why prethee Bolt Because my Knights name being Wiseacres and mine Bolt and you know a fooles bolt is soon shot Clif. He ha's pind the foole upon his masters shoulder very handsomly King Sirra go seek your master and bid him take order for burying of the dead Bolt I shall Sir and whilst he takes order for the burials of the dead I 'le take order for the stomacks of the living King How fought to day our English Per. Bravely King How the Scots Cliff The pangs of war are like to child-bed throwes Bitter in suffering but the storme being past The talk as of scap't shipwrack sweet doth taste The death of the Scotch Generall went to my heart He had in him of man asmuch as any And for ought I think his bloud was poorly sold By his own Countrymen rather then sought by us Had not the Reare where Wallace did command Stood and given ayme it had bin a day Bloudy and dismall and whose hard to say Sir you shall give me leave to drink a health To all the valiant Scots King Clifford I 'le pledge thee give me my bowle Clif. Sir I remembred Wallace in my draught King I did not so this cup were Wallace Skull I 'de drinke it full with bloud for it would save The lives of thousands Clif I for your Kingdoms would not pledge it so Per. I would no matter how a traitor falls King Percy ten thousand Crowns should buy That traitors head if I could hav 't for money Clif. I would give Twice twenty thousand Crowns to have his head On my swords point cut from him with this arme But how i' th field nobly hand to hand not this straw To a hangman that should bring it me King Let that passe Wher 's Bruce our noble Earle of Carrick Per. I saw him not to day Clif. I did and saw his sword Like to a Reapers Sithe mow down the Scots Enter Bruce Here he comes King Brave Armory a rampant Lion within a field all Gules Where hast been Bruce Bruce Following the execution which we held Three English miles in length King Give him some wine art not thirsty Bruce Yes for Scottish bloud I never shall have Enough on 't the Kings health Omnes Let come Per. How greedily you Scot drinks his own bloud Omnes Ha ha ha K. If he should taste your bitternesse 't were not well Bruce What 's that ye all laugh'd at Clif. Nothing but a jest Bruce Nay good Sir tell me King An idle jest more wine for Bruce Bruce No more I have drunk too much Wallace and I did parlee Per. How in words Bruce No Percy I 'me no prater 't was with swords Your laughing jest was not at me Omnes Sir no King Bruce would fain quarrell Bruce I ha done sir King Peace what Trumpet 's that Clif. From the enemy sure King Go learn Enter Rugecrosse a Scottish Herald Ruge. I come from Wallace King So Sir what of him Ruge. Thus he speaks He bids me dare you to a fresh battaile by to morrowes sunne Army to Army troup to troup he challenges Or to save bloud fifty to fifty shall the strife decide Or one to one King A Herald to the traitor Go and thus speak we bring whips of steele To scourge Rebellion not to stand the braves Of a base daring vassall bid him ere that Sun Which he calls up be risen pay it and save His Country and himselfe from ruine charge him on his head To make his quick submission if he slow the minutes Wee 'le proclaime in thunder his and his Countries ruine Go be gon Arme Omnes Arme Arme King A Land that 's sick at heart must take sharp pils For dangerous physick best cures dangerous ils Exeunt Actus V. Enter Bruce and Clifford Bruce As you are a souldier as y' are