so much as I doe But by thy onely mercie to preserue it Untill I loose it for my charitie Thou giu'st me more then euer I can pay Then do thy pleasure executioner And now farewell kind vertuous mistris Shoare In heauen wée le méete againe in earth no more Here he is executed Ia. Farewel farewel thou for thy almes dost die And I must end here starude in miserie In life my friend in death I le not forsake thee Thou goest to heauen I hope to ouertake thee Sho. O world what art thou man euen from his birth Findes nothing else but miserie on earth Thou neuer world scorn'dst mée so much before But I vaine world do hate thee ten times more I am glad I féele approaching death so nie World thou hatest mée I thée vaine world defie I pray yee yet good master officers Do but this kindnesse to poore wretched soules As let vs haue the buriall of our friend It is but so much labour saude for you She. There take his body bury it where you wil So it be quickly done out of the way Exit Sherife and Officers Ia. What 's he that begs the buriall of my friend And hath so oftentimes relieued mee Ah gentle sir to comfort my sad woe Let mee that good kind man of mercie know Sho. Ah Iane now there is none but thou and I Looke on mee well knowest thou thy Ma. Shoare Ia. My Husband then breake and liue no more She swounds and he supports her in his armes Sho. Ah my déere Iane comfort thy heauie soule Go not away so soone a little stay A little little while that thou and I Like man and wife may here together die Iane How can I looke vpon my husbands face That shamde my self and wrought his déep disgrace Sho. Iane be content our woes are now alike With one selfe rod thou séest God doth vs strike If for thy sinne I le pray to heauen for thee And if for mine do thou as much for mee Iane Ah Shoare i st possible thou canst forgiue mée Shoare Yes Iane I doc Iane I cannot hope thou wilt My faults so great that I cannot expect it Sho. I faith I doe as fréely from my soule As at Gods hands I hope to be forgiuen Ia. Then God reward thée for we now must part I féele cold death doth seize vpon my heart Sho. And hee is come to mee here he lies I féele him readie to close vp mine eies Lend mée thy hand to burie this our friend And then we both will hasten to our end Here they put the bodie of young Aire into a Coffin and then he fits downe on the one side of it and she on the other Iane sit thou there here I my place will haue Giue mée thy hand thus wée embrace our graue Ah Iane he that the depth of woe will see Let him but now behold our miserie But be content this is the best of al Lower then now we are wée cannot fall Iane Ah I am faint how happie Aire art thou Not féeling that which doth afflict vs now Sho. Oh happie graue to vs this comfort giuing Here lies two liuing dead here one dead liuing Here for his sake loe this we doe for thee Thou lookste for one and art possest of thrée Ia. Oh dying marriage oh swéet married death Thou graue which only shouldst part faithfull friends Bringst vs togither and dost ioyne our hands Oh liuing death euen in this dying life Yet ere I go once Mathew kisse thy wife He kisseth her and she dies S. Ah my swéet Iane farewel farewel poore soule Now tyrant Richard doo the worst thou canst She doth defie thée oh vnconstant world Here lies a true Anatomie of thee A King had all my ioy that her inioyde And by a King againe shee was destroyde All ages of my kingly woes shall tell Once more inconstant world farewell farewell he dies Enter sir Robert Brackenburie with two or three of his seruants Bra. Sirs if the King or else the Duke of Buckingham Do send for me I will attend them straight But what are these here openly lie dead Oh God the one is mistris Shoare this is Floud That was my man the third is master Aire Who suffered death for his reléeuing her They shall not thus lie in the open way Lend me your hands and heauie hearts withall At mine owne charge lie giue them buriall They beare them thence Enter King Richard crowned Buckingham Aire of Warwicke Louell Catesbie Fogge and attendants Richard Most noble Lords since it hath pleased you Beyond our expectation on yeur bounties T' impale my temples with the Diademe How farre my quiet thoughts haue euer béene From this great majesticke soureraigntie Heauen best can witnesse I am your King Long may I be so to deserue your loue But I will be a seruant to you all Pray God my broken sléeps may giue you rest But onely that my bloud doth chalenge it Being your lawfull Prince by true succession I could haue wisht with all my heart I could This maiestie had sitten on the browe Of any other so much do I affect a priuate life To spend my dates in contemplation But since that heauen and you will haue it so I take the crowne as méekely at your hands As free and pure from an ambitious thought As any new borne babe Thus must thou Richard Séeme as a saint to men in outward shew aside Being a verie diuell in thy heart Thus must thou couer all thy villanies And kéepe them close from ouerlookers eyes Buck. My Soueraigne by the generall consent Of all the Lords aud commons of the land I tender to your royall maiestie This princely Lady the Lady Anne of Warwick Iudged the onely worthiest of your loue To be your highnes bride faire Englands Quéen Rich. My royall Princely Cosin Buckingham I see you striue to blesse mee more and more Your bountie is so large and ample to mee You ouerflow my spirits with your great loue I willingly accept this vertuous Princesse And crowne her Angell beautie with my loue Lo. Then as the hand of your high parliament I giue her here vnto your maiestie Rich. Lord Louell I as heartily receiue her Welcome faire Queene C. And from the Lords commons of your land I giue the frée and voluntarie oath Of their allegeance to your maiesty As to their soueraigne and liege Lord and Ladie Richard the third beauteous Anne his Quéene The true and lawfull King Quéene of England Rich. I doe accept it Catesbie and returne Exchange of mutuall and partie loue Now Fogge too that in your traiterous Libels Besides the counterfeiting of our hand and seale For Rufford though so great a fault deserude To suffer death as hee alreadie hath Going about to slubber our renowne And wound vs with reproach and infamie Yet Fogge that thou thy selfe maist plainely see How farre I am from séeking sharp reuenge Fogge I forgiue thee and withall wee doe Repeale our heauie sentence gainst Shoares wife Restoring all her goods for we intend With all the world now to be perfect friends Cat. Why my good Lord you knew shée s dead alreadie R. True Catesbie else I nere had spoke such words aside Alas I see our kindnesse comes too late For Catesbie tels me she is dead alreadie Cat. I my good Lord so is her husband too Rich. Would they had liude to see our friendly change But Catesbie say where dide Shoare and his wife Cat. Where Aire was hangde for giuing her reliefe There both of them round circkling his cold graue And arme in arme departed from this life The people for the loue they beare to her And her kind husband pittying his wrongs For euer after meane to call the ditch Shoares Ditch as in the memorie of them Their bodies in the Friers minorites Are in one graue enterred all together But mistris Blage for ingratitude To mistris Shoare lies dead vnburied And no one will afford her buriall Ric. But mistris Blage she shal haue burial too What now we must be friends indeed we must And now my Lords I giue you all to know In memorie of our eternall loue I do ordaine an order of the Bathe Twelue knights in number of that royall sort Which order with all princely ceremonies Shall be obserued in all royall pompe As Edwards our forefather of the Barter Which feast our selfe and our beloued Quéene Will presently solemnize in our person Buc. Now am I bold to put your grace in mind Of my long suite and partly your owne promise The Earle of Herefords lands Rich. Cosin wée le better thinke on that here after Buc. My pains my Lord hath not deserude delay Ric. Wil you appoint our time then you shal stay For this hote hastinesse sir you shall stay Moone us no more you were best Buc. I Richard is it come to this In my first suite of all dost thou denie mee Breake thine own word turne me off so slieghtly Richard thoud hadst as good haue damnde thy soule As basely thus to deale with Buckingham Richard I le sit vpon thy crumped shoulder I faith I will if heauen will giue me leaue And Harrie Richmond this hand alone Shall fetch thée home and seat thee in his throne Exit Rich. What is he gone in heat why farewell bee He is displeasde let him be pleasde againe We haue no time to thinke on angrie men Come my swéet Quéene let vs go solemnize Our Knighthoods order in most royall wise Exeunt FINIS
know I was knighted in the field For my good seruice to my Lord the king And therefore I may weare it lawfully In Court in Cittie or at any royall banquet But soft Iohn Crosbie thou forgetst thy selfe And dost not mind thy birth and parentage Where thou wast born whence thou art deriu'd I do not shame to say the Hospitall Of London was my chiefest fostering place There did I learne that neare vnto a Crosse Commonly called Cow Crosse neare Islington An honest Citizen did chaunce to find me A poore Shooemaker by trade he was And doubting of my Chrystendome or no Calde me according to the place he found me Iohn Crosbie finding me so by a Crosse The Maisters of the Hospitall at further yeares Bound me apprentise to the Grocers trade Wherin God pleasde to blesse my poore endeuors That by his blessings I am come to this The man that found me I haue well requited And to the Hospitall my fostering place An hundred pound a yeare I giue for euer Likewise in memorie of me Iohn Crosbie In Bishopgate stréete a poore house haue I built And as my name haue called it Crosbie house And when as God shall take me from this life In little S. Hellens will I be buried All this declares I boast not of my birth But found on earth I must returne to earth But God for his pittie I forget my selfe The King my Soueraigne Lord wil come anone And nothing is as yet in readines Where are ye cosin Shoare nay where is Mistris Shoare Oh I am sory that shee staies so long See what it is to be a widower And lacke a Ladie Maioresse in such need Enter M. Shoare and Mistresse Shoare Oh are ye come welcome good Cosin Shoare But you indéed are welcome gentle Niece Needs must you be our Ladie Maioresse now And helpe vs or else we are shamde for euer Good Cosin still thus am I bolde with you Sh. With all my heart my Lord thank ye too That you do please to vse our homely help Ma. Why sée how neatly she bestirs her selfe And in good sooth makes huswifery to shine Ah had my Ladie Maioresse liu'de to see Faire Mistresse Shoare thus beautifie her house She would haue beene not little proud thereof Iane Well my Lord Maior I thanke you for that flout But let his Highnesse now come when he please All things are in a perfect readines They bring forth a Table and serue in the banquet Maio. The more am I beholding Niece to you That take such paines to saue our credit now My seruants are so slacke his Maiestie Might haue béene here before we were preparde But peace here comes his Highnes The Trumpets sound and enters king Edward How Sellinger and the traine K. Now my Lord Maior haue we not kept our word Because we could not stay to dine with you At our departure hence we promised First food we tasted at our backe returne Should be with you still yeelding heartie thanks To you and all our London Cittizens For the great seruice which you did performe Against that bold fac'de rebell Falconbridge M. My gracious Lord what then we did We did account no more then was our dutie Thereto obliged by true subic as zeale And may he neuer liue that not defends The honor of his king and countrie Next thanke I God it likes your Maiestie To blesse my poore roofe with your royall presence To me could come no greater happines K. Thanks good Lord Maior but where 's my Ladie Maioresse I hope that she will bid vs welcome too M. Shee would my Liedge and with no little ioy Had shée but liu'd to see this blessed day But in her sreed this Gentle woman here My Cosins wife that office will supply How say you mistresse Shoare K. How mistresse Shoare what not his wife That did refuse his knighthood at our hand Ma. The verie same my Lord and here hée is K. What M. Shoare we are your debter still But by Gods grace entend not so to die And Gentlewoman now before your face I must condemne him of discourtesie Yea and of great wrong that he hath offred you For you had béene a Ladie but for him He was in fault trust me he was to blame To hinder vertue of her due by right Ia. My gracious L. my poore humble thoughts Nere had an eye to such vnworthinesse And though some hold it as a maxime That womens minds by nature doo aspire Yet how both God and M. Shoare I thanke For my continuance in this humble state And likewise how I loue your Maiestie For gracious sufferance that it may be so Heauen beare true record of my inward soule Now it remaines on my Lord Maiors behalfe I doe such dutie as becommeth me To bid your Highnesse welcome to his house Were welcomes vertue powerfull in my word The King of England should not doubt thereof K. Nor do I mistris Shoare now my Lo. Maior Edward dare boldly sweare that he is welcome You spake the word well verie well ifaith But mistris Shoare her tongue hath guilded it Tell me Cosin Howard and Tom Sellinger Had euer Cittizen so faire a wife How Of flesh and bloud I neuer did behold A woman euerie way so absolute Sel. Nor I my Liedge were Sellinger a King He could afford Shoares wife to be a Quéene K. Why how now Tom Nay rather how now Ned What chaunge is this proud saucie roauing eye What whisperst in my brain that she is faire I know it I sée it fayrer then my Quéene Wilt thou maintain it what thou traitor heart Wouldst thou shake hands in this conspiracie Downe rebell backe base trecherous conceit I will not credite thée my Besse is faire And Shoares wife but a blouze comparde to her Come let vs sit here will I take my place And my Lord Maior fill me a bowle of wine That I may drinke to your elected Maioresse And M. Shoare tell me how like you this My L. Maior makes your wife his L. Maioresse Sho. So well my Lord as better cannot be All in the honor of your Maiestie The Lord Maior brings a bowle of wine humbly on his knees offers it to the king Kin. Nay drinke to vs L. Maior wée le haue it so Go to I say you are our Taster now Drinke then and we will pledge yee M. Al health happines to my soueraign he drinks K. Fill full our cup and Ladie Maioresse This tall carowse we meane to drinke to you And you must pledge vs but yet no more Than you shall please to answere vs withall He drinks the Trumpets sound then wine is brought to her and she offers to drinke Nay you must drinke to some body yea Tom to thee Well sirra see you doe her right For Edward would oh would to God he might Yet idle eye wilt thou be gadding still Keepe home kéepe home for feare of further ill Enter a Messenger with letters How now
vnto that warre I will not leaue S. Paul nor Burgundie Not a bare Pigscoate to shroud them in Heraulde He. My Soueraigne Ed. Go Derauld I to Lewes the French King Denounce sterne warre and tell him I am come To take possession of my Realme of France Defie him boldly from vs be thy voice As fierce as thunder to affright his soule Derauld be gone I say and be thy breath Percing as lightning and thy words as death Her I goe my Liedge resolude to your hie will Exit Ed. Sound Drum I say set forward with our power And France ere long expect a dreadfull hower I will not take the English standard downe Till thou empale my temples with thy Crowne Enter Lewes the French king Burbon and S. Pier with the Heraulde of England K. Lewes Heraulde of England we are pleased to heare What message thou hast brought vs from thy King Prepare thy selfe and be aduisde in speech English Heraulde Right gratious and most Christian king of France I come not to thy presence vnpreparde To doe the message of my Royall Liedge Edward the Fourth of England and of France The lawfull King and Lord of Ireland Whose puissant magnanimious breast incensde Through manifest notorious iniuries Offred by thee King Lewes and thy French Against his title to the crowne of France And right in all these Dukedomes following Aquitaine Aniow Guyen A guilesme Breathes forth by me the Organe of his spéech Hostile defiance to thy realme and thee And trampling now vpon the face of France With barbed horse and valiant armed foote Himselfe the leader of those martiall troupes Bids thée to battell where and when thou darst Except thou make such restitution And yearely tribute on good hostages As may content his iust conceiued wrath And to this message answere I expect Lew. Right peremptorie is this embassage And were my royal Brother of England pleasde To entertaine those kind affections Where with we doe imbrace his amitie Needlesse were all these thunder-threatning words Let heauen where all our thoughts are registred Beare record with what déepe desire of peace We shall subscribe to such conditions As equitie for England shall propound If Edward haue sustained wrong in France Lewes was neuer author of that wrong Yet faultles we will make due recompence We are assurde that his majestike thoughts In his milde spirit did neuer meane these warres Till Charles Burgundie once our fawning friend But now our open foe and Count S. Paul Our subiect once and Constable of France But now a traytor to our Realme and vs Were motiues to incite him vnto Armes Which hauing done will leaue him on my life Her The King my master reckes not Burgundy And scornes S. Paul that trecherous Constable His puissance is sufficient in it selfe To conquer France like his progenitors K. L. He shall not néed to waste by force of warre Where peace shall yéeld him more then he can win We couet peace and we will purchase it At any rate that reason can demaund And it is better England ioyne in league With vs his strong old open enemie Than with those weake new dissembling friends We doe secure vs from our open foes But trust in friends though faithles we repose My Lord S. Piere and cosin Burbon speake What censure you of Burgundy and S. Paul S. Pi. Dread Lord it is wel knowne that Burgundy Made shew of tender seruice to your maiestie Till by the engine of his flatteries He made a breach into your Highnes loue Where entred once and thereof full possess He so abusde that royall excellence By getting footing into many townes Castles and forts belonging to your Crowne That now he holds them gainst your realme you Burb. And Count S. Paul the Constable of France Ambitious in that high authoritie Usurps the lands and Seigneuries of those That are true subiects noble Peeres of France Your boundlesse fauours did him first suborne And now to be your Liegeman he thinks scorne Lew. By this coniecture the vnsteady course Thy royall master vndertakes in France And Herald intimate what seruent zeale We haue to league with Edward and his English Thrée hundred crownes we giue thée for reward And of rich Crimson veluet thirtie yardes In hope thou wilt vnto thy Soueraigne tell We shew thée not one discontented looke Nor render him one misbeholden word But his defiance and his dare to warre We swallow with the supple oyle of peace Which gentle Herald if thou canst procure A thousand crowne shall iustly guerdon thée Her So please it your most sacred Maiestie To send vnto my gracious Soueraigne Equall conditions for the bonds of peace And restitution of his iniuries His temper is not of obdurate malice But swéete relenting princely clemencie Performe your promise of a thousand crownes And second me with some fit messenger And I will vndertake to worke your peace Lew. By the true honour of a Christian King Effect our peace and thou shalt haue our crownes And we will poste a Herald after thee That shall confirme thy speech and our designes Goe Mugeroune see to this Herald giuen The veluet and thrée hundred crownes preposde Farewell good friend remember our request And kindly recommend vs to King Edward Exeunt English Herald and Mugeroune How think you Lords i st not more requisite To make our peace then warre with Englands power Burb. Yes gratious Lord the wounds are bléeding yet That Talbot Bedford and King Henry made Which peace must cure or France shall languish still S. Piere Besides my Liege by these intestine foes The Constable and trecherous Burgundie The States in danger if the English stirré Enter Mugeroune K. Lew. T is perilous and full of doubt my Lords We must haue peace with England euery way Who shall be Herald in these high affayres Bur. No better man then Monsieur Mugeroune Whose wit is sharpe whose eloquence is sound His presence gratious and his courage good A gentleman a scholler and a souldiour A compleate man for such an Embassage Art thou content to be employde Mugeroune In this negotiation to King Edward Mug. If your most sacred Maiestie commaund Your humble vassall Mugeroune shall goe K. Lew. Gramercies Mugeroune but thou must assume A Heralds habit and his office both To pleade our loue and to procure vs peace With English Edward for the good of France Mug. I know the matter and the forme my Lord Giue me my Heralds coate and I am gone K. Lew. Thou art a man composde for businesse Attend on vs for thy instructions And other fit supplies for these affayres And for thy diligence expect reward Exeunt Enter seuerall waies Burgundie and the Constable of France Con. Whither away so fast goes Burgundy Bur. Nay rather whither goes the Constable Con. Why to King Edward man is he not come Meanst thou not like wise to goe visit him Bur. Oh excellent I know that in thy soule Thou knowst that I doe purpose nothing lesse Nay I
Damnd vp as in a furnace finding vent Breaks through his seuerd lips into short pusses And then he mumbles forth a word or two As doth a toothles Monke when hée s at mattens K. Oh it was sport alone to note their cariage Se. Sport my Lord wil you but heare me speak And if I do not wearie you with laughter Nere trust Tom Sellinger more vpon his word Sound a Trumpet K. I pray thée peace by this it should appeare One of their messengers is come go see Vpon my life we shall haue some deuise Of new dissimulation how now Tom Sel. T is as your highnes did suppose my Lord Here is a messenger from Burgundie King Excellent good admit him presently And brother of France let me intreat your grace To stand aside a little in my tent Least finding vs together he refraine To tell the message he is sent about So sure I am perswaded we shall find Some notable péece of knauerie set a foote K. L. With al my hart vrge him speak loud enough That I my Lord may vnderstand him too Exit Enter the Lord of Conte K. Ed. Feare not I haue the method in my mind What it is you my Lord of Conte welcome How doth the valiant Duke in health I hope Co. In health my Lord of bodie though in mind Somewhat distemperd that your Grace hath ioind In league with his professed enemie K. E. How say you that my Lord pray you speake out For I of late by reason of a cold Am somewhat thicke of hearing Con. Thus my Lord Your Grace demanded if the Duke were well I answere you he is in health of bodie Though inwardly in mind somewhat perplext That you without his knowledge haue tane truce With childish Lewes that hartlesse King of France K. Ed. With whom I pray yee a little lowder sir C. With childish Lewes that hartlesse K. of France K. Ed. I now do vnderstand you is it that He takes vnkindly why if he had come With his expected forces as he promist I had béene still vncapable of peace But he deceiuing me the fault was his Con. No my good Lord the fault was not in him But in that lewde pernicious counterfait That craftie Fore the Constable of France Who counseld him to kéepe him at his siege Saying it would be more dishonorable To rise from thence then any way profitable To méete your Maiestie beside my Lord It hath bin proued since how much the Constable Hates your procéedings by that wilfull shot Was made against you from S. Quintins wals Which though he séemde to colour with faire spéech The truth is they did leuell at your selfe And grieued when they heard you were not slaine K. Ed. May I be bold to credit your report Con. The Duke vpon his honour bad me say That it was true and there withall quoth he Tell noble Edward if he will recant And fall from Lewes againe knowing it is More for his dignitie to be sole King And conquer France as did his ancestors Then take a fée and so be satisfied That I am readie with twelue thousand soldiers All well appointed and not onely will Deliuer him the Constable of France That he may punish him as he sées good But seat him in the threne imperial Which now another basely doth vsurpe K. E. Speak that again I heard not your last words Con. But seate you in the throne imperiall Which now another basely doth vsurpe King I thanke his honour for his good regard Pleaseth you stay till wee haue pausde vpon it And you shall haue our answere to the Duke Tom Sellinger receiue him to your tent And let him taste a cuppe of Orleance wine Now my kingly brother haue you heard this news K. L. So plainly my Lord that I scarce held my selfe From stepping forth hearing my royall name So much prophande and slubberd as it was But I do weigh the person like himselfe From whence it came a slie dissembler And spight my anger I was forst sometime To smile to thinke the Duke doth hang his friend Behinde his backe whom to his face he smothes K. E. But we shall haue farre better sport anone Howard tels me that another messenger is come in Post-hast from the Constable As you haue begun with patience heare the rest K. Le. No more adoe I le to my place againe Remember that you still be deafe my Lord K. E. I warrant you Howard call in the messenger Enter the messenger from the Constable Mes. Health to the victorious King of England K. E. Tell him he must straine out his voice alowd For I am somewhat deafe and cannot heare How His Maiestie requests you to speake out Because his hearing is of late decayde Mes. The worthie Earle S. Paul King Ed. Come néere mée Mes. The worthy Earle S. Paul gréets noble Edward And giues your grace to vnderstand by me That whereas Charles that painted sepulchre And most disloyall Duke of Burgundie Hath but vsurpt the habit of a friend Being in heart your deadly enemie As well appeares in his false breach of promise And that whereas he neuer meant himselfe To send you aide but likewise was the meanes To binder my Lords well affected dutie Alleadging you desirde his companie But that you might betray him to his King Beside whereas it will be proude my Lord That he did hire the Gunner of S. Quintins For a large summe of money to discharge Thrée seuerall péeces of great Ordenance Vpon your comming to that cursed towne To slay your Maiestie in which regard If it will please you to reuoke from France And thinke of Burgundie as hee deserues The Duke with expedition bad me say That he would put the Earle into your hands Wherby you might reuenge his trecherous purpose And ayde you too with twise fiue thousand men And seate you like a conquerour in France K. Ed. Can it séeme possible that two such friends So firmely knit together as they were Should on a sodaine now be such great foes M. The Earle my Lord could neuer abide the Duke Since his last treason against your sacred person Before Saint Quintins came to open light K. Was that the cause of their dissention then Mes. It was my lord K. Ed. Well I will thinke vpon t And you shall haue our answere by and by Cosin Howard take him aside But let him be kept from the others sight Ho. Sir wil you walke in my Lord wil take aduise And so dispatch you backe againe vnto the Earle K. Le. Here 's bying of villanie who shall haue all Fraude with deceite deceite with fraude outfacde I would the diuell were there to crie swoope-stake But how intends your Grace to deale with them K. Ed. Faith in their kind I am the stéele you sée Against the which their enuie being strooke The Sparkles of hypocrisie flie forth T were not amisse to quench them in their bloud Enter another messenger to the king of France with letters Mes. My
how now Besse what weepe nay then I le chide you what sodaine newes comes by this messenger Enter a Messenger Mes. My soueraigne Lord the bastard Falconbridge Of late hath stird rebellion in the South Incouraging his forces to deliuer King Henrie late deposde out of the Towre To him the malcontented commons flocke From euerie part of Sussex Kent and Esier His armic waxed twentie thousand strong And as it is supposde by circumstance Meane to take London if not well defended Ed. Well let this Phaeton that is mounted thus Looke he sit surely or by Englands George I le breake his necke this is no new euasion I surely thought that one day I should see That bastard Falcon take his wings to mount Into our Eagle airie me thought I saw Blacke discontent sit euer on his brow And now I see I calculated well Good Cosin Howard and Tom Sellinger This night wée le spend in feast and iollitie With our new Quéene and our beloued mother To morrow you shall haue commission To raise vp power against this haughtie rebell Sirra depart not till you know our pleasure You shall conuey vs letters backe to London Unto the Maior Recorder and our friends Is supper readie come by my bonnie Besse Welcome mother we are all your guests Exeunt Enter Falconbridge with his troupes marching Spicing Smoake Chub and others Fal. Hold drumme 1. Spi. Hold drumme and be hangde 2. Smoke Hold drumme hold peace then ho silence to the 3 proclamation 1. Spi. You lie you rogue t is to the Oration Chub. Nay then you all lie it is to the coblication Fal. True hearted English and our valiant friends all Do braue generall ifaith Spi. Peace there you rogues or I will split your chaps Fal. De are countrimen I publikely proclaime If any wronged discontented English Toucht with true faeling of King Hennes wrongs Henrie the firt the lawfull King of England Who by that tyrant Edward the vsurper Is held a wretched prisoner in the Lowre If any man that faine would be enfranchisde From the sad yoake of Yorkish seruitude Under which we toile like naked Gallislaues Know he that Thomas Neuill the Lord Falconbridge all I a Falconbridge a falconbridge Spi. Peace ye clamorous rogues on General on with poor Oration peace there Fal. Pitying King Henries poore destressed case Armde with his title and a subiects zeale Takes vp iust armes against the house of Yorks And do proclaime our ancient libertie all Libertie libertie libertie generall libertie Fal. We do not rise like Tiler Cade and Straw Blewbeard other of that rascall route Bascly like Linkers or such muddle slaues For mending measures or the price of corne Or for some common in the wild of Kent That 's by some gréedie Cormorant inclosde But in the true and ancient lawfull right Of the redoubted house of Lancaster Our bloud is noble by our birth a Neuill And by our lawfull line Lord Falconbridge Whos 's here that 's of so dull a leaden temper That is not fired with a Neuils name All A Neuill a Neuill a Neuill Fa. Our quarrell like our selfe is honourable The law our warrant Smoke I I the law is on our side Chub. I the law is in our own hands Spi. Peace you rogues Fal. And more a blessing by the word proposde To those that aide a true annointed King Courage braue spirits and crie a Falconbridge All A Falconbridge a Falconbridge Fal. We will be masters of the mint our selues And set our owne stampe on the golden coyne Wée le shooe our neighing coursers with no worse Then the purest sliuer that is sold in Cheape At Leaden hall wee le sell pearles by the pecke As now the mealemen vse to sell their meale In Westminster wée le kéep a solemne court And build it bigger to receiue our men Crie Falconbridge my hearts libertie All Falconbridge and libertie c. Smoke Peace ye slaues or I will smoke ye else Chub. Peace ye slaues or I will chub your chappes but indeede thou maist well smoke them because thy name is Smoke Smoke Why sirra I hope Smoke the Smith of Chepsted is as good a man as Chub the Chandler of Sandwich Spicing Peace ye rogues what are you quarrelling and now list to Captaine Spicing You know Cheapeside there are the Mercers shops Where we will measure veluet by the pikes And Silkes and Sattens by the streetes whole bredth Wee le take the Tankards from the Conduit cockes To fill with Ipacras and drinke carowse Where chaines of gold and plate shall be as plentie As wodden dishes in the wild of Kent Smoake Oh brauely said Ned Spicing the honestest Lad that euer punde spice in a mortar now speakes Captaine Smoke Looke Lads for from this hil ye may discerne The louely towne which we are marching to That same is London Lads ye looke vpon Raunge all arow my hearts and stand at gaze As doe the heards of Déere at some strange sight Or as a troupe of hungrie trauellers That fire their eies vpon a furmenty'd feast Looke how the Towre doth tice vs to come on To take out Henry the sixt there prisoner See how S. Katherines smokes wipe slaues your eies And whet your stomackes for the good mault pies Chub. Why then belike I am no bodie roome and auoydance for now speakes Captaine Chub No sooner in London will we be But the Bakers for you the Brewers for me Birchin lane shall sute vs the Costermongers fruite vs The Poulters send vs in sowle And Butchers meat without controule And euer when we sup or dine The Vintners freely bring vs in wine If any bodie aske who shall pay Cut off his head and send him away This is Captaine Chubs law whosoeuer say nay Fal. Brauely resolude so march we forward all And boldly say good lucke shall vs befall Exeunt Enter the Lord Maior M. Shoare M. Iosseline in their veluet coates and gorgets and leading staues Ma. This is well done thus should good Cittizens Fashion themselues as well for warre as peace Haue yee commanded that in euerie streete They hang forth lights as soone as night comes one Say Colin Shoare that was referd to you Shoare 〈◊〉 haue my Lord besides from euerie hall There is at least two hundred men in armes Ma. It cheares my heart to heare this readines Let neuer rebels put true Subiects downe Come when they will their welcome shall be such As they had better kept them further off But where is M. Recorder his aduise Must not be wanting in these high affaires Sho. About an houre agoe and somewhat more I left him fortifying the bridge my Lord Which done he purposed to méete you here Ma. A discreet paineful Gentleman he is And we must all of vs be so inclinde If we entend to haue the Citie safe Or looke for thanks and credit with the King I tell ye maisters aged though I be I for my part will to no bed this night Ioss. Why is it thought the
wounds Whose recreant limbes are nocht with gaping scarres Thicker then any carking craft-mans score Whose very skalpe is scracht and crasde and broken Like an old mazzer beaten on the stones And standest thou now to saue our maimed men A plague vpon thee coward Spi. Why how now base Thomas Swounds wert thou a base Viall thou art but a rascall and a rebell as I am hearest thou if I do not turne true Subiect and leaue thee let me be wooried with dogs Swounds dost thou impeach my manhood Tom Neuill thou hadst as good to haue damnde thy selfe as vttered such a word flatly I forsake thee and all that loue Ned Spicing follow me Here the rest offer to follow Fal. Come come yee testie soule thou séest me gréeude Yet canst not beare with mine infirmitie Thou knowest I hold thee for as tall a man As any liues or breathes our English ayre I know there liues not a more fierie spirit A more resolued daliant a plague vpon it Thou knowest I loue thée yet if a word escape My lips in anger how teastie then thou art I had rather all men left me then thy selfe Thou art my soule thou art my Genius I cannot liue without thee not an hower Thus must I still be forc'd against my will aside To sooth this durtie slaue this cowardly rascall Come come be friends ye teastie firebrand We must retire there is no remedie Spi. Nay Tom if thou wilt haue me mount on the walles And cast my selfe downe headlong on their pikes He doe it but to impeach my valour Had any man but thou spoke halfe so much I would haue spilt his heart still be ware My valour such words go hardly downe Well I am friends thou thoughtest not as thou spakest Fal. No on my soule thou thinkest not that I did Sound a retreat there I commaund ye strait But whither shall wée retire Spi. To Mileend Greene there 's no fitter place Fal. Then let vs backe retire to Mileend Greene And there expect fresh succour from our friends With such supply as shall ere long assure The Citic is our owne march on away Exeunt Enter the L. Maior with his traine and Prentises Maior Ye haue bested yée like good Cittizens And she wne your selues true subiects to your king You worthily prentise bestirde your selues That it did there my heart to sée your valour The rebels are retirde to Mileend Greene Re. Where so we may not suffer them to rest But issue forth vpon them with fresh force los. My L. Maior diligence doth well and so forth Matters must be looked into as they ought indéed should they when things are well done they are and so forth for causes and things must indeede be lookd into Ma. Well sir we verie well conceiue your meaning And you haue shewne your selfe a worthie gentleman See that our wals be kept with courts of guard And well defended against the enemie For we will now withdraw vs to Guild hall To take aduise what further must be don Exeunt Enter Master Shoare and Ianc his wife Shore Be not afraid swéet heart the worst is past God haue the praise the victorie is ours We haue preuailde the rebels are repulsde And euerie streete of London soundeth ioy Canst thou then gentle Ianc be sad alone Ianc. I am not sad now you are here with me My toy my hope my comfort and my loue My déere déere husband kindest Mathew shoare But when these armes the circles of my soule Were in the fight so forward as I heard How could I choose swéet heart but be afraid Sho. Why dost thou tremble now when peril 's past Ia. I thinke vpon the horror of the tune But tell me why you fought so desperately Sho. First to maintaine King Edwards royaltie Next to defend the Cities libertie But chiefly tane to keepe thee from the foyle Of him that to my face did how thy spoyle Had he preuailde where then had béene our liues Dishonored our daughters rauished our faire wiues Possest our goods and set our seruants free Yet all this nothing to the losse of thee Ia. Of mee sweet heart why how should I be lost Were I by thousand stormes of fortune tost And should endure the poorest wretched life Yet Iane will be thy honest loyall wife The greatest Prince the sunne did euer see Shall neuer make me proue vntrue to thee Sh. I feare not faire meanes but a rebels force Ia. These hands shal make this bodie a dead corse ere force or flatterie shall mine honour staine Sh. True fame suruiues when death the flesh hath slaine Enter an Officer from the Lord Maior Of. God saue ye maister Shore and mistris by your leaue Sir my L. Maior sends for ye by Maior And prates your speedie presence at Guild hall There 's newes the rebels haue made head again And haue ensconcde themselues vpon Mileend And presently our armed men must out You being Captaine of two companies In honour of your valour and your skill Must lead the vaward God right stand with yee Sh. Friend tell my Lord I le wait vpon him strait Ia. Friend tel my Lord he does my husband wrong To set him formost in the danger still Ye shall not go if I may haue my will S. Peace wife no more friend I wil follow yée Exit Ia. I faith ye shall not prethée do not go Sh. Not go swéet heart that were a cowards trick A traitors part to shrinke when others fight Enuie shall neuer say that Mathew Shoare The Goldsmith staid when other men went out To meete his Kings and countries enemie No Iane gainst all the rebels on Mileend I dare alone K. Edwards right defend Ia. If you be slaine what shall become of mée Sh. Kight well my wench I nowe wil marrie thée I leaue thee worth at least fiue thousand pound Ia. Marrie again that word my heart doth wound I le neuer marrie nor I will not liue She weeps If thou be kild let me go with thée Mat Sh. T is idle talke good Iane no more of that Go to my Ladie Maioresse and the rest As you are still companion with the best With them be merrie and pray for our good speed Ia. To part from thee my very heart doth bléed Exeunt Enter Falconbridge with his troupes marching as being at Mileend Fa. Yet stand we in the sight of vpreard Troy And sucke the ayre she drawes our euerie breath Flies from our nostrils warme vnto the walles We beard her bristling spires her battled towres And proudly stand and gaze her in the face Looke on me and I doubt not ye imagine My worth as great as any one of yours My fortunes would I basely fawne on Edward To be as faire as anie mans in England But he that kéepes your soueraigne in the Towre Hath seazde my land and robd me of my right I am a Gentleman as well as hee What he hath got he holds by tyrannie Now if you faint or cowardly should flie
knew which were the best of twain Which for I do not I am sicke with paine Enter her Boy How now sir boy what is the newes with you Boy The Gentleman forsooth the other day That would haue bought the iewell at our stall Is here to speake with yee Iane Oh God it is the King Good mistresse Blague withdraw ye from this place Oh come anon so soone as he is gone And sirra get you to the shop againe Exit Boy M. Bla. Now mistris Shoare bethink ye what to do Such suters come not euerie day to wooe Mistris Blague departs and the king enters in his former disguise K. Thou maist conuict me beauties pride of boldnes That I intrude like an vnbidden guest But loue being guide my fault will séem the lesse Ia. Most welcome to your subiects homely roofe The foote my Soueraigne seldome doth offend Vnlesse the heart some other hurt intend King The most thou seest is hurt vnto my selfe How for thy sake is maiestie disroabde Riches made poore and dignitie brought low Onely that thou mightst our affection know Iane The more the pittie that within the skie The sunne that should all other vapours drie And guide the world with his most glorious light Is muffled vp himselfe in wilfull night K. The want of thée faire Cinthia is the cause Spread thou thy siluer-brightnesse in the aire And strait the gladsome morning will appeare Iane I may not wander he that guides my carre Is an immooued constant fixed starre Ki. But I will giue that starre a comets name And shield both thée and him from further blame Iane How if the host of heauen at this abuse Kepine who can the prodigie excuse K. It lies within the compasse of my powre To dim their enuious eies dare séeme to lowre But leauing this our Enigmatike talke Thou must sweet Iane repaire vnto the Court His tongue intreats controls the greatest péere His hand plights loue a royall scepter holds And in his heart bee hath confirmde thy good Which may not must not shal not be withstood Iane If you enforce me I haue nought to say But wish I had not liude to see this day K. Blame not the time thou shalt haue cause to soy Iane in the euening I will send for thee And thou and thine shall bee aduancde by mee In signe whereof receiue this true-loue kisse Nothing il meant there can be no amisse Exit Iane Well I will in and ere the time beginne Learne how to be repentant for my sinne Exit Enter Lord Maior maister Shoare and Fraunces Emersley Maior But Cosin Shoare are yee assurde it was the King you saw in such disguise Sho. Do I know you the vncle to my wife know I Franke Emersley her brother here so surely doe I know that counterfeit to bee King Fran. Well admit all this And that his Maiestie in such disguise please to suruey the maner of our City or what occasion else may like himselfe Mee thinks you haue small reason brother Shoare to be displeasde thereat Ma. Oh I haue sound him now Because my Niece his wife is beautifull And well reputed for her vertuous parts He in his fond conceit misdoubts the King Doth doate on her in his affection I know not Cosin how she way be changde By any cause in you procuring it From the faire cariage of her wonted course But well I wot I haue oft heard you say Shee merited no scruple of mislike If now some gyddie fancie in your braine Make you conceiue sinisterly of her And with a person of such difference I tell you Cosin more for her respect Then to sooth you in such sottishnes I would reucale yée open to the world And let your folly iustly plague your selfe Sho. Vnckle you are too forward in your rage And much mistake me in this suddennes Your Nieces reputation haue I prizde And shrined as deuoutly in my soule As you or any that it can concerne Nor when I tell you that it is the King Comes muffled like a common Seruingman Doe I inferre thereby my wife is false Or swerues one iot from wonted modestie Though in my shop shée sit more to respect Her seruants dutie then for any skill Shee doth or can pretend in what we trade Is it not strange that euer when he comes It is to her and will not deale with me Ah Vncle Franke nay would all her kin Were here to censure of my cause aright Though I misdeeme not her yet giue me leaue To doubt what his slie walking may entend And let me tell yée hee that is possest Of such a beautie feares vndermining guests Especially a mightie one like him Whose greatnes may guilde ouer vgly sinne But say his comming is not to my wife Then hath he some slie ayming at my life By false compounded mettals or light gold Or else some other trifle to be sold When kings themselues so narrowly do prie Into the world men feare and why not I Fran. Beléeue my brother in this doubtful case I know not well how I should answere yee I wonder in this serious busie time Of this great gathered beneuolence For his regaining of his right in France The day and nightly turmoile of his Lords Yea of the whole estate in generall He can be spared from these great affaires And wander here disguised in this sort But is not this your boy Enter the Boy Sho. Yes marie is it how now what newes with thée Boy Maister my mistresse by a Nobleman Is sent for to the King in a close Coach Shée s gon with him these are the newes I bring Ma. How my niece sent for to the King By a Nobleman and she is gone with him Nay then I like it not Fran. How gone saist thou S. Be patient Vnckle storme not gentle Franke The wrong is mine by whom a king To talke of such it is no common thing She is gone thou saist Boy Yes truely sir t is so Sho. I cannot helpe it a Gods name let her goe You cannot helpe it Vnckle no nor you Where kings are medlers meaner men must rue I storme against it no farewell lane Shoare Once thou wast mine but must be so no more Maior Gone to the Court Exit Maior Sho. Yet vnckle will ye rage Let mine example your high heat asswage To note offences in a mightie man It is inough amend it he that can Franke Emersley my wife thy sister was Lands goods and all I haue to thée I passe Saue that poore portion must along with me To beare me from this badge of obloquie It neuer shall be said that Mathew Shoare A Kings dishonour in his bonnet wore Fran. Good brother Sh. Striue not to change me for I am resolud And will not tarrie England fare thou well And Edward for requiting me so well But dare I speake of him forbeare forbeare Come Franke I will surrender all to thee And then abroad where ere my fortune be Exeunt Enter king Edward Howard
name hang me with my sonne And here 's another as honest as your selfe you made me call him plaine Tom I warrant his name is Thomas and some man of worship too therfore le ts to it euen when and where ye will King Tanner attend not onely doo we pardon thee But in all princely kindnesse welcome thee And thy sonnes trespasse doe we pardon too Ore goe and sée that forthwith it bee drawne Vnder our seale of England as it ought And fortie pounds wée giue thée to defray Thy charges in thy comming vp to London Now Tanner what saist thou to vs Hobs. Marrie you speake like an honest man if you meane as you say King Wee meane it Tanner on our royall word Now maister of S. Katherines what would you M. My gracious Lord the great beneuolence Though small to that your subiects could afford Of poore S. Katherines do I bring your grace Fiue hundred pounds here haue they sent by me For the easier portage all in Angell gold What this good widow mistris Norton will She comes her selfe and brings her gift with her Wid. Pardon me gratious Lord presumption Nor ouer waening in mine owne conceit Makes me thus bold to come before your Grace But loue and dutie to your maiestie And great desire to sée my Lord the King Our maister here spake of beneuolence And said my twentie Nobles was inough I thought not so but at your Highnes féete A widowes mite a token of her zeale In humble dutie giues you twentie pound Ki. Now by my crowne a gallant Iustie Girle Of all the exhibition yet bestowed This womans liberalitie likes me best Is thy name Norton Wid. I my gracious Liedge King How long hast thou béene a Widow Wid. It is my Lord Since I did burie Wilkin my goodman At Shrouetide next euen iust a dozen yeares K. In al which space couldst thou not find a man On whom thou mightst bestow thy selfe againe Wid. Not any like my Wilkin whose deare loue I know is matchlesse in respect of whom I thinke not any worthie of a kisse K. No widow that I le trie how like you this He kisseth her VVid. Beshrew my heart it was a honnie kisse Able to make an aged woman young And for the same most swéet and louely Prince See what the widow giues you from her store Fortie olde Angels but for one kisse more K. Marie Widow and thou shalt haue it Iohn Hobs thou art a widower Lackst thou such a wife Hobs. Snailes twentie pound a kisse had shee as many twentie pound bags as I haue knobs of barke in my tansat shee might kisse them away in a quarter of a yeare I le no Saint Katherines widowes if kisses be so deare Widow Clubs and clouted shooes there 's none enamourd here King Lord Maior we thanke you and entreat withall To recommend vs to our Cittizens We must for France we bid you all farewell Come Tanner thou shalt with vs to Court To marrow you shal dine with my Lord Maior And after ward set homeward when ye please God and our right that onely fights for vs Adiew pray that our toyle proue prosperous Exeunt FINIS THE SECOND PART of King Edward the Fourth Containing his iourney into France for obtaining of his right there The trecherous falshood of the Duke of Burgundie and the Constable of France vsed against him and his returne home againe Likewise the prosecution of the historie of M. Shoare and his faire wife Concluding with the lamentable death of them both Enter king Edward Howard Sellinger and Soldiers marching Edward IS this the aide our Cosin Burgundie And the great Constable of France assured vs Haue we marched thus farre through the heart of France And with the terror of our English Drums kourde the poore trembling French which leaue their towns That now the Wolues affrighted from the fields Do get their pray and kennell in their stréets Our thundring Canons now this fortnight space Like common Bell-men in some market towne Haue cried the Constable and Burgundie But yet I see they come not to our aide Wée le bring them in or by the blessed light Wée le search the Ground-stilles of their Cittis walles Since you haue brought me hither I will make The proudest Tower that stands in France to quake I maruaile Scales returnes not for by him I doe respect to heare their resolutions Enter the Lord Scales How My Soueraigne he is happily returnde Ed. Welcome my Lord welcome good Cosin Scales What newes from Burgundie what is his answer What comes he to our succour as he promised Scal. Not by his good wil for ought that I can see He lingers still in his long siedge at Nuse I vrgde his promise and your expectation Euen to the force and compasse of my spirit I chéerde my firme perswasions with your hopes And gylded them with my best Oratorie I framde my spéech still fitly as I sound The temper of his humor to be wrought vpon But still I found him earthly vnresolude Muddie and me thought euer through his eies I saw his wauering and vnsetled spirit And to be short subtile and trecherous And one that doth entend no good to you And he will come and yet he wanteth power He would faine come but may not leaue the siege He hopes he shall but yet he knowes not when He purposed but some unpediments Haue hindred his determined intent Briefly I thinke he will not come at all Ed. But is he like to take the towne of Nuse Sca. My Lord the towne is liker to take him That if he chance to come to you at all Ti 's but for succour Ed. But what saies Count Saint Paul Scales My Lord he lies and reuelles at S. Quintins And laughs at Edwards comming into France There Dominering with his drunken crue Make Jigges of vs and in their slauering iests Tell how like rogues we lie here in the field Then comes a slaue one of those drunken sots In with a Tauerne reckoning for a supplication Disguised with a cushion on his head A Drawers Apron for a Heralds Coate And tels the Count the King of England craues One of his worthie honors Dog-kennels To be his lodging for a day or two With some such other Tauerne foolerie With that this filthie rascall greasie rout Brast out in laughter at this worthie iest Neighing like horses thus the Count Saint Paul Regardes his promise to your maiestie Ed. Wil no man thrust the slaue into a sackbut Scl. Now by this light were I but néere the slaue with a black Jacke I would beat out his braines Ho. If it please your highnes but to say the word Wée le plucke him out of Quintins by the eares Ed. No cosin Howard wée le reserue our valour For better purpose since they both refuse vs Our selues will be vnriualde in our honour Now our first cast my Lord is at maine France Whilst yet our Armie is in health and strong And haue we once but broke
doe know for all thy outward shew Thou hast no meaning once to looke on him Brother dissembler leaue this colouring With him that meanes as falsely as thy selfe Con. I but thou knowst that Edward on our letters And hoping our assistance when he came Did make this purposde voyage into France And with his forces is he here arriude Trusting that we will kéepe our word with him Now though we meane it not yet set a face Vpon the matter as though we intended To kéepe our word with him effectually Bur. And for my better countenance in this case My lingring siege at Nuse will serue the turne There will I spend the time to disappoynt King Edwards hope of my conioyning with him Con. And I will kéepe me still here in S. Quintins Pretending mightie matters for his aide But not performing any on my word The rather Burgundy because I aime At matters which perhaps may cost your head All this aside If all hit right to expectation In the meane space like a good craftie knaue That hugs the man he wisheth hangd in hart Kéepe I faire weather still with Burgundy Till matters fall out for my purpose fit Ici sont mon secrets beau temps pour moy Bur. Ici sont mon secrets beau temps pour moy Are ye so craftie Constable procéede procéede You quick sharpe sighted man imagine me Blinde witlesse and a fillie Idiot That pries not into all your policies Who I no God doth know my simple wit Can neuer sound a iudgement of such reach As is our cunning Constable of France Perswade thy selfe so still and when time serues And that thou art in most extremitie Néeding my helpe then take thou héede of me In meane while Sir you are the only man That hath my heart hath I and great reason too Thus it befits men of déepe reach to doo Well Constable you le back againe to Nuse And not aide English Edward Con. What else man And kéepe thée in S. Quintins so shall we Smile at King Edwards weake capacitie Exeunt Enter King Edward with Burgundie Howard Sellenger and Scales K. Ed. Tell not me Burgundie t is I am wrongd And you haue dealt like a disloyall Knight B. Edward of England these are vnkingly words King He that wil do my Lord what he should not Must and shall heare of me what he would not I say againe you haue deluded me Bur. Am I not come according to my word K. No Charles of Burgundie thy word was giuen To méete with me in Aprill now t is August The place appointed Calice not Lorraine And thy approach to be with martiall troupes But thou art come not hauing in thy traine So much as Page or Lackie to attend thee As who should say thy presence were munition And strength enough to answer our expect Summer is almost spent yet nothing done And all by dalliance with vncertaine hope Burg. My forces lay before the citie Nuse From which I could not rise but with dishonour Unlesse vpon some composition had K. Ed. There was no such exception in your letters Why smiles Lord Scales Scales My man reports my Lord The composition that the Duke there made Was méere compulsion for the citizens Draue him from thence perforce K. Ed. I thought so much We should not yet haue seene your excellence But that your héeles were better then your hands B. Lord Scales thou dost me wrong to slander me K. Ed. Letting that passe it shall be seene my Lord That we are able of our selfe to claime Our right in France without or your assistance Or any others but the helpe of heauen Bur. I make no question of it yet the Constable Prest with no such occasion as I was Might haue excusde vs both if he had pleasde K. Ed. Accuse him not your cities as we came Were euen as much to be condemnde as his They gaue vs leaue to lye within the field And scarcely would affoord vs meate for money This was small friendship in respect of that You had ingagde your honour to performe But march we forward as we were determined This is S. Quintins where you say my Lord The Constable is readie to receiue vs Bur. So much he signified to me by letter K. Ed. Well we shall see his entertainment forward As they march vpon the stage the Lord Scales is strooke downe and two souldiours slaine outright with great shot from the towne Flie to our maine battaile bid them stand There 's treason plotted speake to me Lord Scales Or if there be no power of life remaining To vtter thy hearts grieuance make a signe Two of our common souldiours slaine beside This is hard welcome but it was not you At whom the fatall enginer did aime My breast the leuell was though you the marke In which conspiracie answer me Duke Is not thy soule as guiltie as the Earles Bur. Perish my soule King Edward if I knew Of any such intention yet I did and grieue that it hath sped no otherwise K. Ed. Howard and Sellinger Burgundie steales away What is there hope of life in none of them Ho. The souldiours are both slaine outright my Lord But the Lord Scales a little is recouered K. Ed. Conuay his body to our Pauillion And let our Surgeons vse all diligence They can deuise for safegard of his life Whilst we with all extremitie of warre Goe plague S. Quintins Howard fetch on our powers We will not stirre a foote till we haue she wne Just vengeance on the Constable of France Oh God to wooe vs first to passe the sea And at our comming thus to halt with vs I thinke the like thereof was neuer seene But where 's the Duke Scl. Gone as it seemes my Lord Stept secretly away as one that knew His conscience would accuse him if he staide K. Ed. A paire of most dissembling hypocrites Is he and this base Earle on whom I vow Leauing King Lewis vnpreiudizde in peace To spend the whole measure of my kindled rage Their stréetes shall sweate with their effused blood And this bright Sunne be darkned with the smoke Of smouldring cinders when their citie lies Buried in ashes of reuengefull fire On whose pale superstcies in the stead Of parchmēt with my launce I le draw these lines Edward of England left this memorie In iust reuenge of hatefull trecherie Enter Howard againe Lord Howard haue ye done as I commanded How Our battailes are disposde and on the brow Of euery inferiour seruiter my Lord You might behold destruction figured Greedily thrusting to begin the fight But when no longer they might be restrainde And that the drumme and trumpet both began To sound warres chéerefull harmonie behold A flagge of truce vpon the walles was hangd And forth the gates did issue méekly pac't Thrée men whereof the Constable is one The other two the Gunner and his mate By whose grosse ouer-sight as they report This sudden chance vnwittingly befell K. Ed. Bring forth the Constable the other
two Sée them safe guarded till you know our pleasure Enter the Constable and Howard Now my Lord Howard how i st with Scales Ho. Well my dread Soueraigne now his wound is drest And by the opinion of the Surgeons It s thought he shall not perish by this hurt K. Ed. I am the gladder but vnfaithfull Earle I doe not see how yet I can dispence With thy submission this was not the welcome Your letters sent to England promisde me Con. Right high and mightie Prince condemne me not That am as innocent in this offence As any souldiour in the English armie The fault was in our gunners ignorance Who taking you for Lewis King of France That likewise is within the cities kenne Made that vnluckie shot to beate him backe And not of malice to your maiestie To knowledge which I brought thē with my selfe And thirtie thousand crownes within this purse Sent by the Burgers to redéeme your lacke K. Ed. Constable of France we will not sell a drop Of English blood for all the gold in France But in so much two of our men are slaine To quit their deaths those two that came with thée Shall both be cramde into a Cannons mouth And so he shot into the towne againe It is not like but that they knew our Colours And of set purpose did this villanie Nor can I be perswaded thorowly But that our person was the mark they aimed at Yet are we well content to hold you excusde Mary our souldiours must be satisfied And therefore first shall be distributed These crownes amongst thē then you shal returne And of your best prouision send to vs Thirtie waine loade beside twelue tunne of wine This if the Burgers will subscribe vnto Their peace is made otherwise I will proclaime Frée libertie for all to take the spoyle Con. Your highnes shall be answerd presently And I will see these articles performed K. Ed. Yet one thing more I will that you my Lord Together with the Duke of Burgundie Doe ere to morrow noone bring all your force And toyne with ours or else we doe recant And these conditions shall be frustrate C. Mine are at hand my Lord and I will write The Duke may like wise be in readinesse K. Ed. Let him haue safe conduct through our army And gainst the morning euery leader see His troupes be furnisht for no longer time God willing shall the triall be deferred Twixt Lewis and vs What echoing sound is this Sel. A gentleman from the K. of France my Lord Craues parlance with your excellence K. Ed. A gentleman bring him in What newes a Gods name frō our brother Lewis Enter Mugeroune Mu. Most puissant and most honourable King My royall master Lewis the King of France Doth gréete your Highnes with vnfained loue Wishing your health prosperitie and rule And thus he saies by me When was it séene That euer Lewis pretended hurt to England Either by close conspirators sent ouer To vndermine your state or openly By taking armes with purpose to inuade Nay when was it that Lewis was euer heard So much as to detract from Edwards name But still hath done him all his due of spéech By blazing to the world his high deserts Of wisedome valour and his heroicke birth Whence is it then that Edward is incensde To render hate for loue for amitie sterne warre Not of himselfe we know but by the meanes Of some infectious counsell that like mud Would spoyle the pure temper of his noble minde It is the Duke and that pernicious rebell Earle of S. Paul haue set abroach these warres Who of themselues vnable to procéede Would make your Grace the instrument of wrong And when you haue done what you can for them You shall be sure of nothing but of this Still to be doubled and dissembled with But if it might séeme gratious in your eye To cast off these despisde confederates Vnfit companions for so great a Prince And ioyne in league with Lewis my royall master Him shall you finde as willing as of power To doe your Grace all offices of loue And what commoditie may spring thereby To both the Realmes your Grace is wise enough Without my rude suggestions to imagine Besides much bloodshed for this present time Will be preuented when two such personages Shall méete together to shake hands in peace And not with shock of Launce and Curtelaxe That Lewis is willing I am his substitute And he himselfe in person if you please Not farre from hence will signifie as much K. Ed. Sir withdraw and giue vs leaue a while To take aduisement of our Counsellors What say ye Lords vnto this proffered truce Ho. In my conceit let it not be slipt my Lord Sel. Wilt not be dishonour hauing landed So great an armie in these parts of France And not to fight before we doe returne Ho. How can it when the enemie submits And of himselfe makes tender of allegiance Sel. I that 's the question whether he will yéeld And doe King Edward fealtie or no Ed. What talke ye Lords he shall subscribe to that Or no conditions I le accept at all Ho. Let him be bound my Lord to pay your Grace Toward your expences since your comming ouer Seauentie fine thousand crownes of the Sunne And yéerely after fiftie thousand more During your life with homage there withall That he doth hold his royaltie from you And take his offer t will not be amisse Ed. It shall be so draw you the articles And Sellinger call forth the messenger Bring with thée too a cup of massie gold And bid the bearer of our priuie purse Inclose therein a hundred English Ryals Friend we doe accept thy masters League With no lesse firme affection then he craues If he will méete vs here betwixt our tents It shall on both sides be confirmde by oth On this condition that he will subscribe To certaine Articles shall be proposde And so thou hast thy answer to requite Thy paines herein we giue to thée this cup Her Health and increase of honour waite on Edward Ed. Lord Howard bring the Frenchman on his way Ed. King Lewis is one that neuer was precise But now Lord Howard and Tom Sellinger There is a taske remaines for you to doe And that is this you two shall be disguisde And one of you repayre to Burgundie The other to the Constable of France Where you shall learne in secret if you can If they intend to méete vs here to morrow Or how they take this our accord with France Somewhat it giues me you will bring from thence Worthie the noting will you vndertake it Sel. With all my hart my L. I am for Burgundie How And I am for the Constable of France Exeunt Ed. Make spéede againe what newes Mest. The king of France my L. attended royally Is marching hitherward to méete your Grace Ed. He shall be welcome hast thou drawne the articles Mess. Yes my dread Soueraigne Ed. Goe call foorth our traine We may
receiue him with like maiestie Enter certaine Noblemen and Souldiours with a Drum they march about the stage then enter king Lewis and his traine and meete with King Edward the Kings embrace K. Lewis My princely brother we are grieued much To thinke you haue béen at so great a charge And toyld your royall selfe so farre from home Vpon the vnconstant promise of those men That both dissemble with your Grace and me K. Ed. Brother of France you might condemne vs rightly Not only of great wrong and toyle sustaind But of excéeding folly if incited We had presumde to enter these Dominions Vpon no other reason then the word And weake assistance of the Earle S. Paul Or Burgundies perswasion t is our right That wings the bodie of composed warre And though we listned to their flatteries Yet so we shapte the course of our affayres As of our selfe we might be able found Without the trusting to a broken staffe Lew. I know your maiestie had more discretion But this is not the occasion of our méeting If you be pleasde to entertaine a peace My kingly brother in the sight of these And of the al-discouering eye of heauen Let vs embrace for as my life I sweare I tender England and your happines K. Ed. The like do I by you and warlike France But princely brother ere this knot be knit There are some few conditions to be signde That done I am as readie as your selfe K. Lew. Faire brother let vs heare them what they be K. Ed. Herald repeate the articles Her First it is couenanted that Lewis King of France according to the custome of his predecessors shall doe homage to King Edward King of England as his Soueraigne and true heire to all the Dominions of France Burb. How as his Soueraigne that were to depose And quite bereaue him of his Diademe Will kingly Lewis stoope to such vassallage K. Ed. Burbon and if he will not let him chuse K. Lew. Brother haue patience Burbon seale your lips And interrupt not these high consequents Forward Herald what is else demaunded Her Secondly it is couenanted that Lewis King of France shall pay vnto Edward King of England immediatly vpon the agréement betwixt their Maiesties seauentie fiue thousand crownes of the sunne toward the charge King Edward hath béen at since his arriuall in these parts of France Burb. Mort dieu hée le neither leaue him Crown nor coyne K. Lew. Burbon I say be silent Herald reade on Her Thirdly and lastly it is couenanted that ouer and beside those seauentie fiue thousand crownes of the sunne now presently to be paied Lewis King of France shal yéerely hereafter during the life of Edward King of England pay fiftie thousand crownes more without fraude or guile to bee tendred at his Maiesties Castle commonly called the Tower of London Burb. Nay bind him that he bring his Lordship a couple of Capons too euery yéere beside Here is a peace indéed farre worse then warre K. Ed. Brother of France are you resolude to doe According as you heare the couenants drawne K. Lew. Brother of England mount your royall throne For subiects weale and glorie of my God And to deale iustly with the world beside Knowing your title to be lineall From the great Edward of that name the third Your predecessor thus I doe resigne Giuing my Crowne and Scepter to your hand As an obedient Liegeman to your Grace K Ed. The same doe I deliuer backe againe With as large interest as you had before Now for the other couenants K. Lew. Those my Lord Shall likewise be performde with expedition And euer after as you haue prescribde The yéerely pension shall be truly paid Her Sweare on this booke King Lewis so helpe you God You meane no otherwise then you haue said K. Lew. So helpe me God as I dissemble not K. Ed. And so helpe he me as I entend to kéepe Vnfained league and truce with noble France And kingly brother now to consummate This happie day feast in our royall tent English and French are one so it is meant Exeunt Enter at one dore Burgundie chafing with him Sellinger disguised like a souldiour at another the Constable of France with him Howard in the like disguise Bur. A peace concluded saiest thou i st not so Sel. My Lord I doe assure you it is so Con. And thou affirmst the like say dost thou not How I doe my Lord and that for certaintie Bur. I haue found it now the villaine Constable Hath secretly with Edward thus compact To ioyne our King and him in amitie And thereby doubtlesse got into his hands Such lands and Dukedomes as I aymed at And leaues me disappointed in my hope A plague vpon such craftie cosening aside Now shall I be a marke for them to aime at And that bile slaue to triumph in my toyle Con. T is so for it can be no otherwise Burgundie hath béen priuie to this plot Conspires with Lewis and the English King To saue his owne stake and assure himselfe Of all those Seigneuries I hoped for And thereupon this close peace is contriude Now must the Constable be as a butte For all their bullets to be leueld at Hell and hot vengeance light on Burgundie For this his subtile secret villanie Bur. Well fellow for thy paines take that Leaue me alone for I am much displeasde to Sel. Con. And get thée gone my friend there 's for thy paines to Howard So leaue me to my selfe Sel. Fare ye well Sir I hope I haue pepperd ye How And so I thinke haue I my Constable Exeunt Sellin and How Bur. Now Constable this peace this peace What thinke ye of it man Con. Nay rather what thinks Burgundie Bur. I thinke he that did contriue the same Was little lesse then a dissembling villaine Con. Dog bite thy selfe come on come on Haue not you plaid Iohn for the King To saue your selfe Sir Bur. I art thou good at that Adiew Sir I may chance to hit you pat Exit Con. You may Sir I perhaps may be before ye And for this cunning through the nose to bore ye Exeunt Enter King Edward King Lewis Howard Sellinger and their traine K. Ed. So Sellinger we then perceiue by thée The Duke is passing angrie at our league Sel. I my dread Lord beyond comparison Like a mad dog snatching at euerie one That passeth by shall I but shew you how And act the manner of his tragicke furie K. No stay a while me thought I heard thée say They meant to gréet vs by their messengers Sel. They did my Lord King What and the Constable too How My Soueraigne yes King But how tooke he the newes How Faith euen as discontented as might be But being a more déepe melancholiste And sullenner of temper then the Duke He chawes his malice fumes frothes at mouth Vttering but little more then what we gather By his disturbed lookes and riueld front Sauing that now and then his boyling passion
Lord here 's letters to your Maiestie One from the Duke of Burgundie the other from the Constable K. L. More villany a thousand crowns to nothing K. p. Can there be more then is alreadie broacht We thinkes they haue alreadie done so well As this may scrue to bring them both to hell K. L. No no they are indifferently well loden But yet their fraughte not full sée other ware Other prouision to prepare their waie The verie same my Lord which they pretend In loue to you against my life and crowne The same they vndertake to doe for me Against your safetie vrging if I please That they will ioyne their forces both with mine And in your backe returne to Calice cut the throats Of you and all your soldiers K. Ed. Oh damnable But that I see it figurde in these lines I would haue sworne there had bin nothing left For their pernitious braine to worke vpon K. L. A traitor is like a boldfacde hypocrite That neuer will be brought vnto a nonplus So long as hee hath libertie to speake K. Ed. The way to cure them is to cut them off Call forth their messengers once more to vs How Both of them my Lord K. Ed. Yes both together Wée le sée if they haue grace to blush or no At that their maisters shame now to attempt Enter both the Messengers Con. What is his Maiestie of France so neere And Mounsier Rosse the Earles secretarie I feare some hurt depends vpon his presence M. How comes it that I sée the french King here I and the Lord of Countie too me thinkes Pray God our message be not made a scorne K. E. You told me that you came from earle S. Paul Mes. I did my Lord and therein fabled not K. Ed. You told me too of many kinde indevours Which hee intended for our benefite Mes. No more then hee is willing to performe K. Ed. Know you his hand-writing if you séete Mes. I doe my Lord K. Ed. Is this his hand or not Mes. I cannot say but that it is his hand K. Ed. How comes it then that vnderneath his hand My death is sought when you that are his mouth Tune to our eares a quite contrarie tale The like read you decyphred in this paper Concerning trecherous wauering Burgundie Vnlesse you grant they can deuide themselues And of two shapes become foure substances How is it I should haue their knightly aide And yet by them be vtterly destroide K. L. And I to be protected by their meanes And yet they shall conspire against my life K. Ed. What call you this but vile hypocrisie K. L. Nay pesant-like vnheard of trecherie Con. My Lord vpbraid not me with this offence I do protest I knew of no such letters Nor any other intention of the Duke More then before was vttred in my message Sel. Will you bee halting too before a creeple Do you not remember what they were That first did certifie the Duke of truce Betwixt the renowmed Edward and the French Co. Yes they were two soldiers what of that Sel. Those soldiers were this Gentleman and I Where we did heare the foule mouthde Duke exclaim Against our noble Soueraigne and this Prince And rorde and bellowed like a parish bull And that in hearing both of you and him His words so please my Lord I can repeat As he did speake them at that verie time K. Ed. Well they are messengers for that cause We are content to beare with their amisse But kéepe them safe and let them not returne To carrie tales vnto those counterfeits Vntill you haue them both as fast insnarde To compasse which the better brother of France Fiue thousand of our soldiours here we leaue To be imployde in seruice to that end The rest with vs to England shall returne Exit Enter Chorus Ch. King Edward is returned home to England And Lewes King of France soone afterward Surprized both his subtill enemies Rewarding them with traiterous recompence Now do we draw the curtaine of our Scene To speake of Shoare and his faire wife againe With other matters thereupon depending You must imagine since you saw him last Preparde for trauaile he hath bin abroade And séene the sundrie fashions of the world Vlysses like his countries loue at length Hoping his wiues death and to see his friends Such as did sorrow for his great mishaps Come home is hee but so vnluckily As hée is like to loose his life thereby His and her fortunes shall we now pursue Gracde with your gentle sufferance view Exeunt Enter mistris Shoare with Iockie her man and some attendants more and is met by sir Robert Brackenburie Iane Shoare Haue ye bestowde our small beneuolence On the poore prisoners in the common Gaole Of the white Lion and the Kings bench Iockie Yes forsooth Iane What prisons this Iockie The Marshalsea for sooth Enter sir Robert Brackenburie Bra. Well met faire Ladie in the happiest time And choysest place that my desire could wish Without offence where haue yée béene this way Ia. To take the aire here in Saint Georges field Sir Robert Brackenburie and to visit some Poore patients that cannot visit mee Bra. Are you a physition Iane I a simple one Bra. What disease cure yee Iane Faith none perfectly My physicke doth but mittigate the paine A little while and then it comes againe Bra. Swéet mistris Shoare I vnderstand ye not Iane Maister lieutenant I beléeue you well Iockie Gude faith Sir Robert brobenbellie may maistres spéekes deftly and truly for shee hes beene till see those that cannot come till see her and theyes peatients perforce The prisoners man in the twea prisons And shée hes gynne tham her siller and her géere till bay tham fude. Bra. Gramercies Iockie thou resolust my doubt A comfort ministring kind physition That once a wéeke in her owne person visits The prisoners and the poore in Hospitalles In London or néere London euerie way Whose purse is open to the hungrie soule Whose pittious heart saue many a tall mans life Iane Peace good sir Robert t is not worthy praise Nor yet worth thanks that is of dutie doone For you know well the world doth know too well That all the coales of my poore charitie Cannot consume the scandall of my name What remedie well tell me gentle knight What meant your kinde salute and gentle spéech At our first meeting when you seemde to blesse The time and place of our encounter heere Bra. Ladie there lies here prisonde in the Marshalsea A gentleman of good parents and good discent My deare néere kinsman Captaine Harrie Stranguidge As tall a skilfull Nauigator tride As ere set foote in any ship at sea Whose lucke it was to take a prize of France As hée from Rochell was for London bound For which except his pardon be obtainde By some especiall fauorite of the King Hee and his crew a companie of proper men Are sure to die because t was since the League Iane Let
illegittimate Ah Duke of Gloster this didst thou procure Did Richard villaine no it was thy fault Thou wouldst be wonne to such a damned déed Which now to think on makes my soule to bléed Ah Frier Anselme sleepe among the blest Thy prophesie thus falsely did I wrest Enter Anselme An. Thou didst and be thou damnde therefore Nere come thy soule where blessednesse abides Didst thou not know the letter G. was Gloster Sh. Anselme I did An. Why then didst thou affirme That it was meant by George the duke of Clarēce That honourable harmelesse Gentleman Whose thoughts all innocent as any child Yet came through thée to such a lucklesse death Sa. I was inforced by the Duke of Gloster An. Enforst saist thou wouldst thou then be enforst Being a man of thy profession To sinne so vilely and with thine owne mouth To damne thy soule No thou wast not enforc't But gaine and hope of high promotion Hyrde thée thereto say was it so or no Sha. It did it did An. Why then record in thy black hellish thoughts How many mischiefes haue ensude hereon First wronged Clarence drowned in the Towre Next Edwards children murdred in the Towre This day at Pomfret noble Gentlemen Thrée the Quéenes kinred lose their harmelesse heads Thinkst thou that here this floud of mischiefe staies No villaine many are markt to the blocke And they the nearest thinke them furthest off Euen Buckingham creator of that king Shall he to woe and wretched ending bring All this accursed man hath come by thee And thy false wresting of my prophecie For Englands good disclosed to thy trust And so it had béene hadst thou proued iust But thou and euerie one that had a hand In that most wofull murther of the Princes To fatall ends you are appointed all Here in thy studie shalt thou sterue thy selfe And from this houre not taste one bit of foode The rest shall after follow on a row To all their deaths vengeance will not be slow Enter a Messenger to Shaw Mes. Where is M. Doctor Shaw Sha. Here friend what is thy will with me Mes. K. Richard praies yee to come to him strait For he would be consest Sha. I cannot come I pray thée take that Frier For he can do it better farre then I Mes. A Frier M. Doctor I sée none Sha. Doest thou not no thy vntainted soule Cannot discerne the horrors that I do An. Shaw go with him tell that tyrant Richard He hath but thrée yeares limited for life And then a shamefull death takes hold on him That done returne and in thy studie end Thy loathed life that didst vs all offend Sha. With all my heart would it were ended now So it were done I care not where nor how Exeunt Enter the two Parators with mistris Shoare in a white sheet barefooted with her haire about her eares and in her hand a waxe taper 1. Par. Now mistris Shoare here our commission ends Put off your roabe of shame for this is Algate Whither it was appointed we should bring you Ia. My roabe of shame Oh that so soule a name Should be applied vnto so faire a garment Which is no more to bée condemnde of shame Then snow of putrefaction is deserude To couer an infectious heape of dung My roabe of shame but not my shame put off For that sits branded on my forehead still And therefore in derision was I wrapt In this white Sheete and in derision bore This burning taper to expresse my folly That hauing light of reason to direct mee Delighted yet in by-waies of darke error 2. P. Wel mistris Shoare I hope you grudge not vs We shewde you all the fauour poore men could Iane Oh God forbid I know the Kings Edict Set you a worke and not your owne desires 1. Par. I truly mistris and for our parts We could be well content t were otherwise But that the lawes seuere and so we leaue you Exit Iane Farewell vnto you both and London too Farewell to thee where first I was inticde That scandalizde thy dignitie with shame But now thou hast returnde me treble blame My tongue that gaue consent inioynde to beg Mine eies adiudgde to hourely laments Mine armes for their imbracings catch the aire And these quicke nimble féet that were so readie To step into a kings for bidden bed London thy flints haue punisht for their pride And thou hast drunke their bloud for thy reuenge What now auailes to thinke what I haue béene Then welcome nakednesse and pouertie Welcome contempt welcome you barren fields Welcome the lacke of meat and lacke of friends And wretched Iane according to thy state Sit here sit here and lower if might be All things that breath in their extremitie Haue some recourse of succour thou hast none The child offended flies vnto the mother The Soldiour strucke retires vnto his Captain The fish distressed slides into the riuer Birds of the ayre do flie vnto their dammes And vnderneath their wings are quickly shrouded Nay beat the spanniel his master mones him But I haue neither where to shroud my selfe Nor any one to make my mone vnto Come patience then and though my bodie pine Make then a banquet to refresh my soule Let hearts déepe throbbing sighs be all my bread My drink salt tears my guests repentāt thoughts That who so knew me and doth sée me now May shunne by me the breach of wedlockes vow Enter Brackenburie with a prayer booke some reliefe in a cloath for mistris shoare Bra. Oh God how full of dangers growes these til And no assurance séene in any state No man can say that hee is maister now Of any thing is his such is the tide Of sharpe disturbance running through the land I haue giuen ouer my office in the Towre Because I cannot brooke their vile complots Nor smoother such outragious villanies But mistris Shoare to be so basely wrongde And vildly vsde that hath so well deserude It doth afflict me in the verie soule She sau'de my kinsman Harrie Stranguidge life Therefore in dutie am I bound to her To do what good I way though law forbid Sée where she sits God comfort thée good soule First take that to reléeue thy bodie with And next receiue this booke wherein is foode Manna of heauen to refresh thy soule These holy meditations mistris Shoare Will yeeld much comfort in this miserie Whereon contemplate still and neuer linne That God may be vnmindfull of thy sinne Ia. Master Lieutenant in my hart I thank ye For this kind comfort to a wretched soule Welcome sweet prayer-booke food of my life The soueraigne balme for my sicke conscience Thou shalt be my soules pleasure and delight To wipe my sinnes out of Iehouaes sight B. Do so good mistris Shoare now I must leaue ye Because some other businesse cals me hence And God I pray regard your penitence Exit Ia. Farewell sir Robert and for this good to mée The God of heauen bee mindfull still of