the Prophet is an Asse whose prophecies come so to paile Said he not oft and sung it to Lluellen after much adoe Should in spite heaue vp his chin and be the highest of his kinne And see aloft Lluellens head Empalled with a crowne of lead My Lord let not this South-faire lacke That hath such cunning in his iacke Harper Dauid holde still your clacke Least your heeles make your neâ— cracke Frier Gentle Prophet and yee loue me for speâ— me not t is the worst â—ke in the world to sturre a wirche or anger a wise man maister unlesse haue wee anie nast best giue my horses some more â—aie Exeunt omnes Elinor in child-bed with her daughter Ione and other Ladies Qu. Eli. Cal forth those renowmed Friers come from France And raise me gentle Ladies in my bed That while this faultring engine of my speach I leane to vtter my concealed guilt I maie respect and so repent my sinnes Ione VVhat plague atracts your roiall Maiestie Qu. Eli. Ah Ione I perish through a double warres First in this painfull prison of my soule A world of dreadfull sins holpe thee to sight And Nature hauing lost her working power Yeeldes vp her earthlie Fortunes vnto death Next ouer VVar my soule is ouer preast In thee my Conscience loaden with misdeedes Sittes seeing my Conscience to ensue VVithout especiall fauour from aboue Ione Your Grace must account it a warriors crosse To make resist where daunger there is none Superdewe your Feuer by precious Art And helpe you still through hope of heauenlie aide Qu. Eli. The carelesse sleepe rule on the mountaines toppes That see the Sea-man floating on the swerge The threatning windes comes springing with the flouds To ouerwhelme and drowne his craised keele His tackes torne his sailes borne ouer boarde How pale like Vallowe flowres the mountaine standes Vppon his hatches waiting for his iearke Wringing his hands that ought to plaie the pompe Maie blaâ—e his feare that laboreth not for life So thou poore soule maie tell a seruile tale Maie councell me but I that prooue thy paine Maie heare thee talke but not redresse my harme But ghastlie death alreadie is addrest To gleane the latest blossome of my life My spirite failes me are these Friers come Enter the King and his brother in Friers weeds King Dominus vobiscum Edmund Et cum spiritu tuo Qu. Elinor Draw neare graue Fathers and approche my bed Forbeare our presence Ladies for a while And leaue vs to our secret conference King What cause hath moued your roiall Maiestie To call your seruaunts from their countreis bounds For to attend your pleasure here in Englands court Qu. Eli. See you not holie Friers mine estate My bodie weake inclining to my graue Edm. We see and sorrow for thy paine faire Queene Qu. Eli. By this eternall signes of my defectes Friers consecrate mine ineternall griefe My soule ah wretched soule within this brest Faint for to mount the Heauens with wings of grace A hundred by flocking troupes of sinne That stop my passage to my wished howres King The nearer Elinor so the greatest hope of health And daine to vs for to impart your quiet VVho by our praiers and counsaile ought to arme Aspiring soules to scale the heauenly grace Qu. Eli. Shame and remorse doth stop my course of speach King Madam you need not dread our conference VVho by the order of the holy Church Are all annoynted to sacred secrecie Qu. Eli. Did I not thinkeâ— naie were I not assured Your wisedomes would be silent in that cause No feare could make me to bewraie my selfe â—ue gentle fathers I haue thought it good Not to relie vppon these Englishmen But on your trothes you holy men of Fraunce Then as you loue your life and Englands weale Keepe secret my Confession from the king For why my storie nearelie toucheth him Whose loue compared with my losse delights With manie sorrowes that my heart affrights Edmund My heart misgiues King Be silent follow Frier Qu. Eli. In pride of youth when I was yong and faire And gracious in the king of Englands sight The daie before that night his Highnes should Possesse the pleasure of my wedlockes bed Caitife accursed monster as I was His brother Edmund beautifull and young Vppon my bridall couch by my concent Enioies the flowre and fauour of my loue The King be holdeth his brother wofully And I becam a Traitresse to my Lord King Facinus scelus in fandum nefas Edm. Madam through sickenes weakenes and your wittes t were verie good to bethinke yourselfe before you speake Qu. Eli. Good father not so weake but that I woe My heat doth rent to thinke vpon the time But whie exclaimes this holie Frier so Oh praie then for my faults religious man King T is charitie in men of my degree To sorrow for our neighbours hainous sinnes And Madam though some promise loue to you And zeale to Edmund brother to the King I praie the Heauens you both maie soone repent But might it please your Highnes to proceede Vnto this sinne a worser doth succeede Qu. Eli. For Ione of Acon the supposed child And daughter of my Lord the English King Is baselie borne begotten of a Frier Such time as I was their anued in Fraunce His one lie true and lawfull sonne my frendes He is my hope his sonne that should succeed Is Edward of Carnaruan latelie borne Now all the scruples of my troubled minde I sighing sound within your reuerent eares Oh praie for pittie praie for I must die Remitte my God the follie of my youth My groaned spirites attends thy mercies seate Queene Elinor dies Fathers farewell commend me to my King Commend me to my children and my friends And close mine eies for death will haue his due King Blushing I shut theie thine inticing lampes The wanton baites that make me sucke my bane Pirpus hardned flames did neuer reflect More hidious flames then from my brest arise VVhat fault more vilde vnto thy dearest Lord Our daughter base begotten of a Priest And Ned my brother partner of my loue Oh that those eies that lightned Cesars braine Oh that those lookes that mastered Phucebus brand Or else those lookes that staine Melisaes farre Should shrine discreet desire and lawles lust Vnhappie King dishonored in thy stocke Hence faigned weedes vnfaigned is my griefe Edm. Dread Prince my brother if my vowes auaile I call to witnes Heauen in my behalfe If zealous praier might driue you from suspect I bend my knees and humblie craue this boone That you will driue misdeedes out of your minde Maie neuer good betide my life my Lord If once I dreamde vppon this damned deede But my deceased sister and your Queene Afflicted with recurelesse maladies Impatient of her paine grew lunatick Discouering errors neuer dreamde vppon To proue this true the greatest men of all Within their learned volumes doe discord That all extreames and aland in naught but extremes Then thinke oh King her agonie
dastard feare defies Dauid Renowmed England star of Edwards Globe My liefest lord and sweetest Soueraigne Glorious and happie is this chance to me To reape this fame and honour in my death That I was hewed with foule defiled hands For my beloued king and countries good And died in grace and fauour with my prince Seaze on me bloudie butchers with your pawes It is but temporall that you can inflict Long. Brauelie resolu'd braue souldier by my life Friar Harke you sir I am afeard you will not be so resolued by that time you knowe so much as I can showe you here be hote Dogges I can tell you meanes to haue the baiting of you Mort. Lluellen in the midst of all thy braues How wilt thou vse thy brother thou hast tane Wilt thou let his maister ransome him Lluel. No nor his mistres gallant Mortimor With all the golde and siluer of the land Mered. Raunsome this Iudas to his fathers line Raunsome this traitor to his brothers life No take that earnest pennie of thy death This touche my lord comes nothing neere the marke Meredith stabs him into the armes and shoulders Longsh. O damned villaine holde thy hands Aske and haue Lluel. We will nor ask nor haue seest thou these tooles He showes him hote Pinsers These be the Dogges shall baite him to the death And shall by peecemeales teare his cursed flesh And in thy sight here shall he hang and pine Long. O villains traitors how will I be vengd Lluel. What threats thou Edward Desperate mindes contemne That furie menaceth see thy words effects He cuts his nose Dauid O gratious heauens dissolue me into claie This tirannie is more then flesh can beare Lon. Beare it braue minde sith nothing but thy bloud May satisfie in this extreame estate Sussex My lord it is in vaine to threaten them They are resolu'd yee see vpon his death Long. Sussex his death they all shall buie it deare Offer them any fauour for his life Pardon or peace or ought what is beside So loue me God as I regarde my friends Lluellen let me haue thy brothers life Euen at what rate and ransome thou wilt name Lluel. Edward king Edward as thou list be termd Thou knowst thou hast my beautious Elinor Produce her forth to plead for Dauids life She may obtaine more then an hoaste of men Long. VVilt thou exchange thy prisoner for thy loue Lluel. Talke no more to me let me see her face Morti. VVhy will your maiestie be all so base To stoope to his demaunds in euerie thing Long. Fetch her at once good Mortimor be gone Morti I go but how vnwilling heauens doth know Mered. A pace Mortimor if thou loue thy friend Morti. I go for dearer then I leaue behinde Mortimor goes for Elinor and conducts her in Long. See Sussex how he bleedeth in my eye That beareth fortunes shocke triumphantlie Friar Saw haw maiâ—er I haue found I haue found Lluel. VVhat hast thou found Friar ha Mered. Newes my lord a Star from out the Sea The same is risen and made a sommers day Then Lluellen spieth Elinor and Mortimor and saieth thus VVhat Nell sweete Nell doe I behold thy face Fall heauens fleete stars shine Phoebus lampe no more This is the Planet lends this world her light Starre of my fortune this that shineth bright Queene of my heart load starre of my delight Faire mould of beautie miracle of fame O let me die with Elinor in mine armes VVhat honour shall I lend thy loialtie Or praise vnto thy sacred dietie Mered. Marrie this my lord if I may giue you counsel sacrifice this Tike in her sight her friend which beeing done one of your souldiers may dip his foule shirt in his bloud so shall you bee waited with as many crosses as king Edward Long. Good cheere sir Dauid we shall vp anon Morti. Die Mortimor thy life is almost gone Eli. Sweet prince of Wales were I within thine armes Then should I in peace possesse my loue And heauens open faire their christall gates That I may see the pallace or my intent Long. Lluellen set try brother free Let me haue him thou shalt haue Elinor Lluel. Sooth Edward I do prize my Elinor Deerer then life but there belongeth more To these affaires than my content in loue And to be short if thou wilt haue thy man Of whome I sweare thou thinkest ouer well The safetie of Lluellen and his men Must be regarded highlie in this matche Say therefore and be short wilt thou giue peace And pardon to Lluellen and his men Long. I will herein haue time to be aduizd Lluel King Edward no we will admit no pause For goes this wretch this wretch to the pot And if Lluellen be pursued so neere May chance to showe thee such a tumbling cast As ere our father when he thought to scape And broke his neck from Iulius Casars towne Sussex My lord these rebels all are desperate Morti. And Mortimor of all most misetable Longsh How say you Welshmen will you leaue your armes And be true liegemen vnto Edwards crowne All the Sold If Edward pardon surely what is past Vpon conditions we are all content Long. Belike you will condition with vs then Sold Speciall conditions for our safetie first And for our countrie Cambrias common good T' auoide the fusion of our guiltie bloud Longsh. Go to say on Sold First for our followers and our selues and all We aske a pardon in the Princes word Then for this Lords possession in his loue But for our Countrie cheere these boones we beg And Englands promise princely to thy Wailes That none be Cambrias prince to gouerne vs But he that is a Welshman borne in Wales Graunt this and sweare it on thy knightly sword And haue thy man and vs and all in peace Lluel. Whie Cambria Britaines are you so incensed VVill you deliuer me to Edwards hands Soldi. No lord Lluellen we will backe for thee Thy life thy loue and golden libertie Morti. A truce with honourable conditions tane VVales happines Englands glorie and my bane Long. Commaund retreat be sounded in our campe Souldiers I graunt at full what you request Dauid good cheere Lluellen open the gates Lluel. The gates are opened enter thee and thine Daus. The sweetest sunne that ere I saw to shine Long. Madam a brabble well begun for thee Be thou my guest and sir Lluellens loue Exeunt Mortimor solus Mortimor a brable ill beganne for thee A truce with capitall conditions tane A prisoner sau'd and raunsomd with thy life Edward my king my Lord and louer deare Full little doost thou wot how this retreat As with a sword hath slaine poore Mortimor Farewell the flower the gem of beauties blaze Sweete Ellen miracle of natures hand Fuellen in thy name but heauen is in thy lookes Sweete Venus let me sainct or diuel be In that sweet heauen or hell that is in thee Exit Enter Iack and the Harper getting a standing against the Queene comes in
these curtesies and presents bestowed on her yong Son and greatly account you for our frends Exite 4 Barons The Queens Tent opens the King his brother the Earle of Gloster enter Elinor VVho talketh there Longsh. A friend Madam Ione Madam it is the King Elinor VVelcome my Lord hey ho what haue wee there Longsh. Madam the countrey in all kindnes and duty recommend their seruice and good will to your sonne and in token of their pure good will presents him by vs with a mantle of frize richlie lined to keepe him warm Q. Elinor A mantle of frize fie fie for Gods sake let me here no more of it and if you loue me fie my lorde is this the wisedome and kindnes of the countrey now I commend me to them all and if VVales haue no more witte or manners then to cloath a Kings sonne in frize I haue a mantle in store for my boie that shall I trowe make him shine like the sonne and presume the streetes where he comes Longsh. In good time Madam he is your own lappe him as you list but I promise thee Nell I would not for tenne thousand pounds the countrey should take vnkindnes at thy wordes Q. Elinor T is no maruaile sure you haue beene roially receaued at their handes no Ned but that thy Nell doth want of her will her boie should glister like the Sommers Sunne in robes as rich as Ioue when hee triumphes His pappe should be of precious Nectar made His food Ambrosia no earthlie womans milke Sweete fires of Sinamon to open him by The Graces on his craddle should attend Venus should make his bed and waite on him And Phebus daughter sing him still a sleepe Thus would I haue my boie vsed as deuine Because he is king Edwardes sonne and mine And doe you meane to make him vp in frize For God sake laie it vp charilie and perfume it against winter it will make him a goodly warme Christemas coate Longsh. Ah Mun my brother dearer then my life How this proude honor slaies my heart with griefe Sweete Queene how much I pittie the effects This Spanish pride grees not with Englands prince Milde is the mind where honor builds his bowre And yet is earthlie honor but a flowre Fast to those lookes are all my fancies tide Pleasde with thy sweetnes angry with thy pride Qu. Eli. Fie fie me thinkes I am not where I shoulde bee Or at the least I am not where I would be Longsh. VVat wants my Queene to perfecte her content But aske and haue the King will not repent Qu. Eli. Thankes gentle Edward lordes haue at you then Haue at you all long bearded Englishmen Haue at you lords and ladies when I craue To giue your English pride a Spanish braue Longsh. VVhat meanes my Queene Gloster this is a Spanish fitte Qu. Eli. Ned thou hast graunted and canst not reuoke it Longsh. Sweete Queene saie on my worde shall bee my deede Qu. Elinor Then shal my wordes make many a bosom bleede Reede Ned thy Queenes request lapt vp in rime And saie thy Nell had skil to choose her time Read the paper Rice The pride of Englishmens long haire Is more then Englands Queene can beare VVomens right breast cut them off al And let the great tree perish with the small Longsh. VVhat meanes my louelie Elinor by this Qu. Elinor Not be denide for my request it is The rime is that mens beards and womens breasts bee cutte off c. D. Edmund Gloster an olde said saying he that grants all is askt Is much harder then Hercules taske Glost. VVere the King so mad as the Queen is wood Here were an end of Englands good Long. My word is pall I am well agreede Let mens beards milt and womens bosomes bleed Call foorth my Barbers Lords wee le first beginne Enter two Barbers Come sirra cutte me close vnto the chinne And round me euen seest thou by a dishe Leaue not a looke my Queene shall haue her wishe Qu. Eli. VVhat Ned those locks that euer pleasd thy VVere her desire where her delight doth dwell Nel VVilt thou deface that siluer laborinth More orient then pimpilde Hyancinth Sweete Ned thy sacred person ought not droupe Though my command make other gallants stoupe Longsh. Madam pardon me and pardon all No iustice but the great runnes with the small Tell me good Gloster art thou not affeard Gloster No my Lord but resolude to lose my bearde Longsh. Now Madam if you purpose to proceede To make so many guiltles Ladies bleede Here must the law begin sweete Elinor at thy breast And strech it selfe with violence to the rest False Princes ought no other doe Faire ladie then they would be done vnto Qu. Eli. VVhat logick cal you this doth Edward mock his loue Longsh. No Nell he doth as best in honor doth behoue And praies thee gentle Queene and let my praies moue Leaue these vngentle thoughts put on a milder mind Sweet lookes not loftie ciuil mood becomes a womans kinde And liue as being dead and buried in the ground Thou maist for affability and honor be renownde Qu. Elia. Naie and you preach I pray my lord begon The childe will crie and trouble you anon The Nurse closeth the Tent Quo semel est imbutarecens seruabit odorem Testa din. L. Maris Proud incest in the craddle of disdaine Bred vp in court of pride brought vp in Spaine Doest thou command him coily from thy sight That is the starre the glorie of thy sight Longsh. O could I with the riches of my crowne Buy better thoughts for my renowmed Nel Thy minde sweete Queen should be as beautifull As is thy face as is thy features all Fraught with pure honor treasure and enricht VVith vertues and glorie incomparable Ladies about her Maiestie se that the Queen your mother know not so much but at any hand our pleasure is that our young sonne be in this Mantle borne to his Christening for speciall reasons is thereto mouing from the Church as best it please your womens wittes to deuise yet sweete Ione see this faithfullie perfourmed and heare you daughter looke you be not last vp when this day coms least Gloster find another Bride in your steed Dauid goe with me Gloste Shee riseth earelie Ione that beguileth thee of a Gloster Edmund beleeue him not sweete Neece wemen can speake smooth for aduantage Ione VVe men doe you mean my good vnckle VVell be the accent where it will women are women I will beleeue you for as great a matter as this comes to my lord Glost. Gramercies sweet ladie habebis fidei mercedem contrà Exit Enter the Nouice and his company to giue the Queene Musicke at her Tent Nouice Come fellowes cast your selues euen round in a string a ring I would say come merelie on my word for the Queene is most liberall and if you will please her well shee wil paie you roially so lawful to braue wel thy Brittishe lustilie to solace our good Queene
That if his wings grow flig they may be clipt Enter the Potter and the Potters wife called the Potters his dwelling there and Iohn her man Potterswife Iohn come awaie you goe as though you slept a great knaue and be afraide of a little thundering and lightning Iohn Call you this a little thundering I am sure my breeches findes it a great deale for I am sure they are stufte with thunder Potterswife They are stufte with a foole are they not will it please you to carrie the lantern a little handsommer and not to carrie it with your handes in your slops Iohn Slops quoth you woulde I had taried at home by the fire and then I should not haue neede to put my hands in my pockets but I le lâ—e my life I know the reason of this towle weather Potâ—wife Doe you know the reason I praie thee Iohn tel me and let me heare this reason Iohn I lâ—e my life sonâ—e of your Gossipse be cros legâ— that we came from but you are wise mistres for you â—om now awâ— and wilâ— no 〈◊〉 a gossiping in a drie house all night Potterswife Would it please you to walke and leaue of your knauerie but st◠〈◊〉 what 's that riseth out of the ground Iesus blesse vs Iohn look how it riseth higher and higher Iohn Be my troth mistres t is a woman good Lord do women grâ— I neuer saw none grow before Poâ—swife Hold thy tongue thou foolish knaue it is the spirite of some woman Queene Ha let me see where am I on Charing green I o◠〈◊〉 greene here hâ—rd by Westminster where I was crowned and Edward there made King I t is true so it is and therefore Edward kisse not me vnlesse you will straight perfume your lips Edward Potterswife Ora pro nobis Iohn I praie â—ll to your prayers for my life it is the Queene that chases thus who sâ—cke this daâ—e on Charing greene and now is risen vp on Potters Hiue and therfore truâ—e 〈◊〉 I le go to her Here let the Potterswife goe to the Queen Queene Welcome good woman what place is this sea or land I pray shew to me Potterswife Your Grace neede not to feare you are on firme ground it is the Potters Hiue and therfoere cheare your Maiestie for I wil see you safe conducted to the Court if case your highnes be therewithall pleased Make a noise Westward how Queene I good woman conduct me to the court that there I maie bewaile my sinfull life and call to God to saue my wretched soule won aÌ„ what noise is this I hear Potterswife And like your Grace it is the Watermen that cals for passengers to goe VVestward now Queene That fits my turne for I will straight with them to Kinges towne to the Court and there repose me till the king come home and therefore sweete woman conceale what thou hast seene and leade mee to those Watermen for here doth Elinor droupe Iohn Come come here 's a goodly leading of you is ther not first you must make vs afeard and now I must bee troubled in carrying of you I would you were honestly laid in your bed so that I were not troubled with you Exeunt ambo Enter two messengers the one that Dauid shall be hangd the other of the Queenes sincking 1. Mrs Honor and Fortune waite vppon the Crowne Of Princelie Edward Englands valiant king Edward Thanks Messenger and if my God vouchsafe That winged Honor waite vppon my throne I le make her 〈◊〉 her plumbes vppon their heads Whose true allegeance doth confirme the Crowne What news in Wales how wends our busines there 2 Messeng The false disturber of that wasted soile VVith his adherents is surprised my King And in assurance he shall start no more Breathles he lies and headles to my Lordes The circumstance these lines shal here vnfold Edward A harmfull weede by wisedome rooted out Can neuer hurt the true ingrafted plant But what 's the newes Sir Thomas Spencer bringes Spenc. Wonders my Lord wrapt vp in homely words And Letters to informe your Maiestie Edw. O Heauens what maie these miracles portend Nobles my Queene is sicke but what is more Reed brother Edmund reede a wondrous chancâ— Edmund reedes a â—ine of the Queens sincking Edmund And â—not heard for red so strange a thing Edward Sweete Queene this sincking is a surfet tane Of pride wherewith thy womans mans heart did swell A dangerous maladie in the heart to dwell Lords march we towards London now in hast I will goe see my loue Elinor And comfort her after this strange affright And where she is importune to haue talke And secret conference with some Friers of France Mun thou with me and I with thee will goe And take the swete confession of my Nell We will haue French enough to parlee with the Queeâ— Edmund Might I aduise your royall maiestie I would not goe for millions of golde What â—nowes your grace disguised if you wend What you may heare in secrecy reuealde That maie appeale and discontent your highnes A goodly creature is your Elinor Brought vp in nicenesse and in delicacie Then listen not to her confession Lord To wound thy heart with some vnkinde conceite But as for Lancaster he maie not goe K. Edrard. brother I am resolude and goe I willâ— If God giue life and cheare my dying Queene Why Mun why man what ere King Edward heates It lies in God and him to pardon all I le haue no ghostlie Fathers out of France England hath learned Clarkes and Confessors To comfort and absolue as man may doe And I le be ghostlie Father for this once Edmund Edmund thou maist not goe although thou diâ— And yet how maist thou here thy King denie Edward is gratious merciful meeke and milde But 〈◊〉 when he findes he is beguilde Edward Messenger hie thee backe to Shrewsbury Bid Mortimor thy maister speede him fast And with his fortune welcome vs to London I long to see my beauteous louelie Queene Exeunt omnes Enter Dauid drawne on a hurdle with Mortimor and officers accompanied with the Frier the Nouice the Harper and Lluellens head on a speare Frier On afore on afore Nouice Hold vp your torches for dropping Frier A faire procession Sir Dauid be of good chear you cannot goe out of the waie hauing so manie guides at hand Nouice Be sure of that for we goe all the high way to the Gallowes I warrant you Dauid I goe where my starre leads me and die in my countreis iust cause and quarrell Harper The Starre that twinckled at thy birth Good brother mine hath mard thy mirth An o'de saide â—aw Earth must to earth Next yeare will be a pitteous death Of Hempe I dare laie a pennie This yeare is hangde so many Frier Well saide Morgan Pigot Harper and Prophet for the Kinges one mouth Nouice Tunda tedo tedo dote dum this is the daie thâ— time is come Morgan Pigots prophecie and Lord Lluellens Tragedie Frier Who saith