fiftie thousand Of English Subiects haue in Ciuill Warres Beene sacrificd to an vnciuill thirst Of discord and ambition this hot vengeance Of the just powers aboue to vtter ruine And Desolation had raign'd on but that Mercie did gently sheath the sword of Iustice In lending to this bloud-shrunck Common-wealth A new too new birth in your Sacred person Daw: Edward the fourth after a doubtfull fortune Yeelded to nature leaving to his sonnes Edward and Richard the inheritance Of a most bloudy purchase these young Princes Richard the Tirant their vnnaturall Vncle Forc'd to a violent graue so just is Heauen Him hath your Majestie by your owne arme Divinely strengthen'd pulld from his Boares stie And strucke the black Vsurper to a Carkasse Nor doth the House of Yorke decay in Honors Tho Lancaster doth repossesse his right For Edwards daughter is King Henries Queene A blessed Vnion and a lasting blessing For this poore panting Iland if some shreds Some vselesse remnant of the House of Yorke Grudge not at this Content Ox: Margaret of Burgundy Blowes fresh Coales of Division Sur: Painted fires Without to heate or scortch or light to cheerish Daw: Yorkes headlesse trunck her Father Edwards fate Her brother King the smothering of her Nephewes By Tirant Gloster brother to her nature Nor Glosters owne confusion all decrees Sacred in Heauen Can moue this Woman-Monster But that shee still from the vnbottom'd myne Of Devilish policies doth vent the Ore Of troubles and sedition Ox: In her age Great Sir obserue the Wonder shee growes fruitfull Who in her strength of youth was alwayes barraine Nor are her birthes as other Mothers are At nine or ten moneths end shee has beene with childe Eight or seaven yeares at least whose twinnes being borne A prodegie in Nature even the youngest Is fifteene yeares of age at his first entrance As soone as knowne 'i th world tall striplings strong And able to giue battaile vnto Kings Idolls of Yorkish malice Ox: And but Idolls A steelie hammer Crushes 'em to peices K: Lambert the eldest Lords is in our service Prefer'd by an officious care of Dutie From the Scullery to a Faulkner strange example Which shewes the difference betweene noble natures And the base borne but for the vpstart Duke The new reviu'd Yorke Edwards second sonne Murder'd long since 'i th Towre he liues againe And vowes to be your King Stan: The throne is filld Sir K: True Stanlie and the lawfull heire sitts on it A guard of Angells and the holy prayers Of loyall Subjects are a sure defence Against all force and Counsaile of Intrusion But now my Lords put case some of our Nobles Our GREAT ONES should giue Countenance and Courage To trim Duke Perkin you will all confesse Our bounties haue vnthriftily beene scatter'd Amongst vnthankfull men Daw: Vnthankfull beasts Dogges villaines traytors K: Dawbney let the guiltie Keepe silence I accuse none tho I know Forraigne attempts against a State and Kingdome Are seldome without some great friends at home Stan: Sir if no other abler reasons else Of dutie or alegiance could divert A head-strong resolution yet the dangers So lately past by men of bloud and fortunes In Lambert Simnells partie must Command More than a feare a terror to Conspiracie The high-borne Lincolne sonne to De la Pole The Earle of Kildare Lord Geraldine Francis Lord Louell and the German Baron Bould Martin Swart with Broughton and the rest Most spectacles of ruine some of mercy Are presidents sufficient to forewarne The present times or any that liue in them What follie nay what madnesse 't were to lift A finger vp in all defence but yours Which can be but impostorous in a title K. Stanlie wee know thou lou'st Vs and thy heart Is figur'd on thy tongue nor thinke wee lesse Of anie 's here how closely wee haue hunted This Cubb since he vnlodg'd from hole to hole Your knowledge is our Chronicle first Ireland The common stage of Noveltie presented This gewgaw to oppose vs there the Geraldines And Butlers once againe stood in support Of this Colossicke statue Charles of Fraunce Thence call'd him into his protection Dissembled him the lawfull heire of England Yet this was all but French dissimulation Ayming at peace with vs which being granted On honorable termes on our part suddenly This smoake of straw was packt from Fraunce againe T' infect some grosser ayre and now wee learne Mauger the malice of the bastard Nevill Sir Talor and a hundred English Rebells Thei 'r all retir'd to Flaunders to the Dam That nurst this eager Wholpe Margaret of Burgundie But wee will hunt him there too wee will hunt him Hunt him to death euen in the Beldams Closet Tho the Arch-duke were his Buckler Sur: Shee has stil'd him The faire white rose of England Daw: Iollie Gentleman more fit to be a Swabber To the Flemish after a drunken surfet Enter Vrswick Vr: Gracious Soueraigne please you peruse this paper Dur: The Kings Countenance gathers a sprightly bloud Daw: Good newes beleeue it K: Vrswick thine eare Th' ast lodgd him Vr: Strongly safe Sir K: Enough is Barly come to Vr: No my Lord K: No matter phew hee 's but a running weede At pleasure to be pluck'd vp by the rootes But more of this anon I haue bethought mee My Lords for reasons which you shall pertake It is our pleasure to remoue our Court From Westminster to th' Tower Wee will lodge This very night there giue Lord Chamberlaine A present order for it Stan: The Tower I shall sir K: Come my true best fast friends these clouds will vanish The Sunne will shine at full the Heauens are clearing Exeunt Flourish Enter Huntley and Daliell Hun: You trifle time Sir Dal: Oh my noble Lord You conster my griefes to so hard a sence That where the text is argument of pittie Matter of earnest loue your glosse corrupts it With too much ill plac'd mirth Hunt: Much mirth Lord Daliell Not so I vow obserue mee sprightly gallant I know thou art a noble ladd a hansome Discended from an honorable Auncestrie Forward and actiue do'st resolue to wrestle And ruffle in the world by noble actions For a braue mention to posteritie I scorne not thy affection to my Daughter Not I by good St. Andrew but this bugg-beare This whoresome tale of honor honor Daliell So hourely chatts and tattles in mine eare The peece of royaltie that is stitch'd vp In my Kates bloud that 't is as dangerous For thee young Lord to pearch so neere an Eaglet As foolish for my gravitie to admit it I haue spoake all at once Dal: Sir with this truth You mix such Worme wood that you leaue no hope For my disorderd palate ere to rellish A wholesome taste againe alas I know Sir What an vnequall distance lies betweene Great Huntlies Daughters birth and Daliells fortunes Shee 's the Kings kinswoman plac'd neere the Crowne A Princesse of the bloud and I a Subject Hunt: Right
THE CHRONICLE HISTORIE OF PERKIN WARBECK A Strange Truth Acted some-times by the Queenes MAIESTIES Servants at the Phaenix in Drurie lane Fide Honor LONDON Printed by T. P. for Hugh Beeston and are to be sold at his Shop neere the Castle in Cornehill 1634 The Scene The Continent of Great Britayne The Persons presented Henry the seaventh Dawbney Sir William Stanly Oxford Surrey Bishop of Durham Vrswicke Chaplaine to King Henry Sir Robert Clifford Lambert Simnell Hialas a Spanish Agent Constable Officers Servingmen and Souldiers Iames the 4th King of Scotl Earle of Huntley Earle of Crawford Lord Daliell Marchmount a Herauld Perkin Warbeck Frion his Secretarie Mayor of Cork Heron a Mercer Sketon a Taylor Astly a Scrivener Women Ladie Katherine Gourdon wife to Perkin Countesse of Crawford Iane Douglas Lady Kath: mayd TO THE RIGHTLY HONOVRABLE VVILLIAM CAVENDISH Earle of New-Castle Viscount Mansfield Lord Boulfouer and Ogle MY LORD Out of the darknesse of a former Age enlighten'd by a late both learned and an honourable pen I haue endevoured to personate a great Attempt and in It a greater Daunger In other Labour's you may reade Actions of Antiquitie discourst In This Abridgement finde the Actors themselues discoursing in some kinde practiz'd as well What to speake as speaking Why to doe Your Lop. is a most competent Iudge in expressions of such credit commissioned by your knowne Abilitie in examining and enabled by your knowledge in determining the monuments of Time Eminent Titles may indeed informe who their owners are not often what To your's the addition of that information in BOTH cannot in any application be observ'd flattery the Authoritie being established by TRVTH I can onely acknowledge the errours in writing mine owne the worthinesse of the Subject written being a perfection in the Story and of It. The custome of your ps entertainements even to Strangers is rather an Example than a Fashion in which consideration I dare not professe a curiositie but am onely studious that your p will please amongst such as best honour your Goodnesse to admit into your noble construction IOHN FORD To my owne friend Master Iohn Ford on his Iustifiable Poem of Perkin Warbeck This Ode THey who doe know mee know that I Vnskil'd to flatter Dare speake This Piece in words in matter A WORKE without the daunger of the Lye Beleeue mee friend the name of This and Thee Will liue your Storie Bookes may want Faith or merit glorie THIS neither without Iudgement 's Lethargie When the Arts doate then some sicke Poet may Hope that his penne In new-staind-paper can finde men To roare HE is THE WIT'S His NOYSE doth sway But such an Age cannot be know'n for All E're that Time bee Must proue such Truth mortalitie So friend thy honour stand's too fixt to fall George Donne To his worthy friend Master Iohn Ford vpon his Perkin Warbeck LEt men who are writt Poets lay a claime To the Phebean Hill I haue no name Nor art in Verse True I haue heard some tell Of Aganippe but ne're knew the Well Therefore haue no ambition with the Times To be in Print for making of ill Rimes But loue of Thee and Iustice to thy Penne Hath drawne mee to this Barre with other men To justifie though against double Lawes Waving the subtill bus'nesse of his cause The GLORIOVS PERKIN and thy Poet 's Art Equall with His in playing the KINGS PART Ra E'ure Baronis Primogen To my faithfull no lesse deserving friend the Authour This indebted Oblation PERKIN is redivin'd by thy strong hand And crownd' a King of new the vengefull wand Of Greatnesse is forgot HIS Execution May rest vn-mention'd and HIS birth 's Collusion Lye buried in the Storie But HIS fame Thou has't eterniz'd made a Crowne HIS Game HIS loftie spirit soares yet Had HE been Base in his enterprise as was his sinne Conceiv'd HIS TITLE doubtlesse prou'd vnjust Had but for Thee been silenc't in his dust George Crymes miles To the Authour his friend vpon his Chronicle Historie THese are not to expresse thy witt But to pronounce thy Iudgement fitt In full-fil'd phrase those Times to rayse When PERKIN ran his wilie wayes Still let the methode of thy brayne From Errours touch and Envy's stayne Preserue Thee free that eu'r thy quill Fayre Truth may wett and Fancy fill Thus Graces are with Muses mett And practick Critick's on may frett For heere Thou hast produc't A Storie Which shall ecclipse Their future Glorie Iohn Brograue To my friend and kinsman Master Iohn Ford the Authour DRammatick Poets as the Times goe now Can hardly write what others will allow The Cynick snarl's the Critick howles and barkes And Ravens croake to drowne the voyce of Larkes Scorne those STAGE-HARPYES This I 'le boldly say Many may imitate few match thy Play Iohn Ford Graiensis PROLOGVE STudyes haue of this Nature been of late So out of fashion so vnfollow'd that It is become more Iustice to reviue The antick follyes of the Times then striue To countenance wise Industrie no want Of Art doth render witt or lame or scant Or slothfull in the purchase of fresh bayes But want of Truth in Them who giue the prayse To their selfe-loue presuming to out-doe The Writer or for need the Actor's too But such THIS AVTHOVR'S silence best befitt's Who bidd's Them be in loue with their owne witt's From Him to cleerer Iudgement 's wee can say Hee shew's a Historie couch't in a Play A Historie of noble mention knowne Famous and true most noble 'cause our owne Not forg'd from Italie from Fraunce from Spaine But Chronicled at Home as rich in strayne Of braue Attempts as ever fertile Rage In Action could beget to grace the Stage Wee cannot limitt Scenes for the whole Land It selfe appeard too narrow to with-stand Competitors for Kingdomes nor is heere Vnnecessary mirth forc't to indeere A multitude on these two rest's the Fate Of worthy expectation TRUTH and STATE THE CHRONICLE HISTORIE OF PERKIN WARBECK Actus primus Scaena prima Enter King Henry Durham Oxford Surrey Sir William Stanly Lord Chamberlaine Lord Dawbny The King supported to his Throne by Stanly and Durham A Guard King Still to be haunted still to be pursued Still to be frighted with false apparitions Of pageant Majestie and new-coynd greatnesse As if wee were a mockery King in state Onely ordaind to lauish sweat and bloud In scorne and laughter to the ghosts of Yorke Is all below our merits yet my Lords My friends and Counsailers yet we sit fast In our owne royall birth-right the rent face And bleeding wounds of England's slaughterd people Haue beene by vs as by the best Physitian At last both throughly Cur'd and set in safetie And yet for all this glorious worke of peace Our selfe is scarce secure Dur: The rage of malice Conjures fresh spirits with the spells of Yorke For ninetie yeares ten English Kings and Princes Threescore great Dukes and Earles a thousand Lords And valiant Knights two hundred
Edward Edwards Daughter is I thinke Mother to our Prince Arthur get a Messenger Exeunt Enter King Iames Warbecke Crawford Daliell Heron Astley Major Sketon and Souldiers K: Ia: Wee trifle time against these Castle walls The English Prelate will not yeelde once more Giue him a Summons Parley Enter aboue Durham armed a Truncheon in his hand and Souldiers Warb: See the jolly Clarke Appeares trimd like a ruffian K: Ia: Bishop yet Set ope the portes and to your lawfull Soveraigne Richard of Yorke surrender vp this Castle And he will take thee to his Grace else Tweede Shall overflow his banckes with English bloud And wash the sande that cements those hard stones From their foundation Dur: Warlike King of Scotland Vouchsafe a few words from a man inforc't To lay his Booke aside and clap on Armes Vnsutable to my age or my profession Couragious Prince consider on what grounds You rend the face of peace and breake a League With a confederate King that courts your amitie For whom too for a vagabond a straggler Not noted in the world by birth of name An obscure peasant by the rage of Hell Loosd from his chaynes to set great Kings at strife What Nobleman what common man of note What ordinary subject hath come in Since first you footed on our Territories To onely faine a wellcome children laugh at Your Proclamations and the wiser pittie So great a Potentates abuse by one Who juggles meerly with the fawnes and youth Of an instructed complement such spoyles Such slaughters as the rapine of your Souldiers Alreadie haue committed is enough To shew your zeale in a conceited Iustice Yet great King wake not yet my Maisters vengeance But shake that Viper off which gnawes your entrayles I and my fellow Subjects are resolv'd If you persist to stand your vtmost furie Till our last bloud drop from vs Warb: O Sir lend Me eare to this seducer of my honor What shall I call thee thou gray bearded Scandall That kickst against the Soveraigntie to which Thou owest alleagance Treason is bold-fac'd And eloquent in mischiefe sacred King Be deafe to his knowne malice Dur: Rather yeelde Vnto those holy motions which inspire The sacred heart of an annoynted bodie It is the surest pollicie in Princes To governe well their owne then seeke encroachment Vpon anothers right Crawf: The King is serious Deepe in his meditation Dal: Lift them vp To heaven his better genius Warb: Can you studie while such a Devill raues O Sir K: Ia. Well Bishopp You 'le not be drawne to mercie Dur: Conster me In like case by a Subject of your owne My resolutions fixt King Iames be counseld A greater fate waites on thee Exit Durham cum suis K: Ia: Forrage through The Countrey spare no prey of life or goods Warb: O Sir then giue me leaue to yeeld to nature I am most miserable had I beene Borne what this Clergie man would by defame Baffle beliefe with I had never sought The truth of mine inheritance with rapes Of women or of infants murthered Virgins Defloured olde men butchered dwellings fir'd My Land depopulated and my people Afflicted with a Kingdomes devastation Shew more remorse great King or I shall never Endure to see such havocke with drie eyes Spare spare my deare deare England K: Ia: You foole your pietie Ridiculously carefull of an interest Another man possesseth Where 's your faction Shrewdly the Bishop ghest of your adherents When not a pettie Burgesse of some Towne No not a Villager hath yet appear'd In your assistance that should make 'ee whine And not your Countryes sufferance as you tearme it Dal: The King is angrie Crawf: And the passionate Duke Effeminately dolent Warb: The experience In former tryalls Sir both of mine owne Or other Princes cast out of their thrones Haue so acquainted mee how miserie Is destitute of friends or of reliefe That I can easily submit to taste Lowest reproofe without contempt or words Enter Frion K: Ia: An humble minded man now what intelligence Speakes Maister Secretarie Frion Frion Henrie Of England hath in open field ore'throwne The Armies who opposd him in the right Of this young Prince K: Ia: His Subsidies you meane more if you haue it Frion Howard Earle of Surrey Backt by twelue Earles and Barons of the North An hundred Knights and Gentlemen of Name And twentie thousand Souldiers is at hand To raise your siege Brooke with a goodly Navie Is Admirall at Sea and Dawbney followes With an vnbroken Armie for a second Warb: 'T is false they come to side with vs K: Ia: Retreate Wee shall not finde them stones and walls to cope with Yet Duke of Yorke for such thou sayest thou art I le trie thy fortune to the height to Surrey By Marchmount I will send a braue Defiance For single Combate once a King will venter His person to an Earle with Condition Of spilling lesser bloud Surrey is bolde And Iames resolv'd Warb: O rather gracious Sir Create me to this glorie since my cause Doth interest this fayre quarrell valued least I am his equall K: I I will be the man March softly off where Victorie can reape A harvest crown'd with triumph toyle is cheape Exeunt omnes Actus Quartus Scaena prima Enter Surrey Durham Souldiers with Drummes and Collors Surrey ARe all our braving enemies shrunke backe Hid in the fogges of their distempered climate Not daring to behold our Colours wave In spight of this infected ayre Can they Looke on the strength of Cundrestine defac't The glorie of Heydonhall devasted that Of Edington cast downe the pile of Fulden Orethrowne And this the strongest of their Forts Olde Ayton Castle yeelded and demolished And yet not peepe abroad the Scots are bold Hardie in battayle but it seemes the cause They vndertake considered appeares Vnjoynted in the frame on t Dur: Noble Surrey Our Royall Masters wisedome is at all times His fortunes Harbinger for when he drawes His sword to threaten warre his providence Settles on peace the crowning of an Empire Trumpet Sur: Rancke all in order 't is a Heralds sound Some message from King Iames keepe a fixt station Enter March-mount and another Herald in their Coates March: From Scotlands awfull Majestie wee come Vnto the English Generall Surrey To me Say on March: Thus then the wast and prodigall Effusion of so much guiltlesse bloud As in two potent Armies of necessitie Must glut the earths drie wombe his sweet compassion Hath studied to prevent for which to thee Great Earle of Surrey in a single fight He offers his owne royall person fayrely Proposing these conditions onely that If Victorie conclude our Masters right The Earle shall deliver for his ransome The towne of Barwicke to him with the Fishgarths If Surrey shall prevaile the King will paie A thousand pounds downe present for his freedome And silence further Armes so speakes King Iames Surr So speakes King Iames so like a King a' speakes Heralds the English Generall
wonder from report my Lord The Court of England emulates your meritt And covetts to embrace 'ee Daliell I must waite on The Princesse in her fortunes Oxf: Will you please Great Ladie to set forward Kath: Being driven By fate it were in vaine to striue with Heaven Exeunt omnes Enter King Henry Surrey Vrswicke and a guard of Souldiers K: H The Counterfeit King Perkin is escap'd Escape so let him he is heg'd too fast Within the Circuite of our English pale To steale out of our Ports or leape the walls Which guarde our Land the Seas are rough and wider Then his weake armes can tugge with Surrey henceforth Your King may raigne in quiet turmoyles past Like some vnquiet dreame haue rather busied Our fansie then affrighted rest of State But Surrey why in articling a peace With Iames of Scotland was not restitution Of Losses which our Subjects did sustaine By the Scotch inrodes questioned Sur: Both demanded And vrg'd my Lord to which the King reply'd In modest merriment but smiling earnest How that our Master Henrie was much abler To beare the detriments then he repay them K: H The young man I beleeue spake honest truth 'A studies to be wise betimes Ha's Vrswicke Sir Rice ap Thomas and Lord Brooke our Steward Return'd the westerne Gentlemen full thankes From Vs for their try'd Loyalties Sur: They haue Which as if health and life had raign'd amongst em With open hearts they joyfully receiu'd K: H Young Buckingham is a fayre natur'd Prince Louely in hopes and worthie of his Father Attended by an hundred Knights and Squires Of speciall name he tendred humble service Which wee must n'ere forget and Devonshires wounds Though sleight shall find sound cure in our respect Enter Dawbney with Warbeck Heron Iohn a Water Astley Sketon Dawb: Life to the King and safetie fixe his throne I here present you royall Sir a shadowe Of Majestie but in effect a substance Of pittie a young man in nothing growne To ripenesse but th' ambition of your mercie Perkin the Christian worlds strange wonder K: H Dawbney Wee obserue no wonder I behold t is true An ornament of nature fine and pollisht A handsome youth indeede but not admire him How came he to thy hands Dawb: From Sanctuarie At Beweley neere Southhampton registred With these few followers for persons priviledg'd K: H I must not thanke you Sir you were too blame To infringe the Libertie of houses sacred Dare wee be irreligious Dawb: Gracious Lord They voluntarily resign'd themselues Without compulsion K: H So 't was very well T' was very very well turne now thine eyes Young man vpon thy selfe and thy past actions What revells in combustion through our Kingdome A frenzie of aspiring youth hath daunc'd Till wanting breath thy feete of pride haue slipt To breake thy necke Warb: But not my heart my heart Will mount till every drop of bloud be frozen By deaths perpetuall Winter If the Sunne Of Maiestie be darkned let the Sunne Of Life be hid from mee in an eclipse Lasting and vniversall Sir remember There was a shooting in of light when Richmond Not ayming at a crowne retyr'd and gladly For comfort to the Duke of Britaines Court Richard who swayed the Scepter was reputed A tyrant then yet then a dawning glimmer'd To some few wandring remnants promising day When first they ventur'd on a frightfull shore At Milford Haven Dawb: Whither speeds his boldnesse Checke his rude tongue great Sir K: H O let him range The player 's on the stage still 't is his part A' does but act what followed Warb: Bosworth feild Where at an instant to the worlds amazement A morne to Richmond and a night to Richard Appear'd at once the tale is soone applyde Fate which crown'd these attempts when lest assur'd Might haue befriended others like resolv'd K: H A prettie gallant thus your Aunt of Burgundie Your Dutchesse Aunt enform'd her Nephew so The lesson prompted and well conn'd was moulded Into familiar Dialogue oft rehearsed Till learnt by heart 't is now receiv'd for truth Warb: Truth in her pure simplicitie wants art To put a fayned blush on scorne weares onely Such fashion as commends to gazers eyes Sad vlcerated Noveltie farre beneath The spheare of Maiestie in such a Court Wisedome and gravitie are proper robes By which the Soveraigne is best distinguisht From Zanyes to his Greatnesse K: H Sirra shift Your anticke Pageantrie and now appeare In your owne nature or y 'oule taste the daunger Of fooling out of season Warb: I expect No lesse then what severitie calls Iustice And Polititians safetie let such begge As feed on almes but if there can be mercie In a protested enemie then may it Descend to these poore creatures whose engagements To th' bettering of their fortunes haue incur'd A losse of all to them if any charitie Flowe from some noble Orator in death I owe the fee of thankfulnesse K: H So braue What a bold knaue is this which of these Rebells Ha's beene the Mayor of Corke Dawb: This wise formalitie Kneele to the King 'ee Rascalls K: H Canst thou hope A Pardon where thy guilt is so apparant Mayor Vnder your good favours as men are men they may erre for I confesse respectiuely in taking great parts the one side prevailing the other side must goe downe herein the poynt is cleere if the proverbe hold that hanging goes by destinie that it is to little purpose to say this thing or that shall be thus or thus for as the fates will haue it so it must be and who can helpe it Dawb: O block-head thou a privie Counseller Begg life and cry aloude Heaven saue King Henrie Mayor Every man knowes what is best as it happens for my owne part I beleeue it is true if I be not deceived that Kings must be Kings and Subjects Subjects But which is which you shall pardon me for that whether we speake or hold our peace all are mortall no man knowes his end K: H Wee trifle time with follyes Omnes Mercie mercie K: H Vrswicke command the Dukeling and these fellowes To Digby the Lieftenant of the Tower With safetie let them be convay'd to London It is our pleasure no vncivill outrage Taunts or abuse be suffred to their persons They shall meete fayrer Law then they deserue Time may restore their wits whom vaine ambition Hath many yeares distracted Warb: Noble thoughts Meete freedome in captivitie the Tower Our Childhoods dreadfull nursery K: H. No more Vrs: Come come you shall haue leisure to bethinke 'ee Exit Vrsw: with Perkin and his K: H Was ever so much impudence in forgery The custome sure of being stil'd a King Hath fastend in his thought that HE IS SVCH But wee shall teach the ladd another language 'T is good we haue him fast Dawb: The Hangmans physicke Will purge this saucie humor K: H Very likely Yet wee could temper mercie with extremitie Being not too far provok'd Enter Oxford
but a noble Subject put in that too Dal: I could adde more and in the rightest line Deriue my pedigree from Adam Mure A Scottish Knight whose daughter was the mother To him who first begot the race of Iameses That sway the Scepter to this very day But kindreds are not ours when once the date Of many yeares haue swallowed vp the memory Of their originalls So pasture fields Neighbouring too neere the Ocean are soopd vp And knowne no more for stood I in my first And natiue greatnesse if my Princely Mistresse Voutsafd mee not her servant 't were as good I were reduc'd to Clownery to nothing As to a throane of Wonder Hunt: Now by Saint Andrew A sparke of mettall a' has a braue fire in him I would a had my Daughter so I kne wt not But must not bee so must not well young Lord This will not doe yet if the girle be headstrong And will not harken to good Counsaile steale her And runne away with her daunce galliards doe And friske about the world to learne the Languages T' will be a thriving trade you may set vp by 't Dal: With pardon noble Gourdon this disdaine Suites not your Daughters vertue or my constancie Hunt: You are angrie would a would beate me I deserue it Daliell thy hand w' are friends follow thy Courtship Take thine owne time and speake if thou prevail'st With passion more then I can with my Counsaile Shee s thine nay shee is thine t is a faire match Free and allowed I le onely vse my tongue Without a Fathers power use thou thine Selfe doe selfe haue no more words winne and weare her Dal: You blesse mee I am now too poore in thankes To pay the debt I owe you Hunt: Nay th' art poore enough I loue his spirit infinitely Looke yee shee comes to her now to her to her Enter Katherine and Iane Kat: The King commands your presence Sir Hunt: The gallant this this this Lord this Servant Kate of yours desires to be your Maister Kat: I acknowledge him a worthy friend of mine Dal: Your humblest Creature Hunt: So so the games a foote I 'me in cold hunting The hare and hounds are parties Dal: Princely Lady how most vnworthy I am to imploy My services in honour of your vertues How hopelesse my desires are to enjoy Your faire opinion and much more your loue Are onely matter of despaire vnlesse Your goodnesse giue large warrant to my boldnesse My feeble-wing'd ambition Hunt: This is scurvie Kat: My Lord I interrupt you not Hunt: Indeede Now on my life shee l Court him nay nay on Sir Dal: Oft haue I tun'd the lesson of my sorrowes To sweeten discord and inrich your pittie But all in vaine heere had my Comforts sunck And never ris'n againe to tell a storie Of the despairing Louer had not now Even now the Earle your Father Hunt: A meanes mee sure Dal: After some fit disputes of your Condition Your highnesse and my lownesse giv'n a licence Which did not more embolden then encourage My faulting tongue Hunt: How how how 's that Embolden Encourage I encourage yee d' ee heare sir A subtill trick a queint one will you heare man What did I say to you come come toth poynt Kate It shall not neede my Lord Hunt: Then heare mee Kate Keepe you on that hand of her I on this Thou standst betweene a Father and a Suiter Both striving for an interest in thy heart Hee Courts thee for affection I for dutie Hee as a servant pleads but by the priviledge Of nature tho I might Command my care Shall onely Counsaile what it shall not force Thou canst but make one choyce the tyes of marriage Are tenures not at will but during life Consider whoe 's thou art and who a Princesse A Princesse of the royall bloud of Scotland In the full spring of youth and fresh in beautie The King that sits vpon the throne is young And yet vnmarryed forward in attempts On any least occasion to endanger His person Wherefore Kate as I am confident Thou dar'st not wrong thy birth and education By yeelding to a common servile rage Of female wantonnesse so I am confident Thou wilt proportion all thy thoughts to side Thy equalls if not equall thy superiors My Lord of Daliell youug in yeares is old In honors but nor eminent in titles Or in estate that may support or adde to The expectation of thy fortunes settle Thy will and reason by a strength of Iudgement For in a word I giue thee freedome take it If equall fates haue not ordain'd to pitch Thy hopes aboue my height let not thy passion Leade thee to shrinke mine honor in oblivion Thou art thine owne I haue done Dal: Oh y' are all Oracle The living stocke and roote of truth and wisedome Kat: My worthiest Lord and Father the indulgence Of your sweete composition thus commands The lowest of obedience you haue graunted A libertie so large that I want skill To choose without direction of EXAMPLE From which I daily learne by how much more You take off from the roughnesse of a Father By so much more I am engag'd to tender The dutie of a Daughter For respects Of birth degrees of title and advancement I nor admire nor slight them all my studies Shall ever ayme at this perfection onely To liue and dye so that you may not blush In any course of mine to owne mee yours Hunt: Kate Kate thou grow'st vpon my heart like peace Creating every other houre a Iubile Kate To you my Lord of Daliell I addresse Some few remaining words the generall fame That speakes your merit even in vulgar tongues Proclaimes it cleare but in the best a President Hunt: Good wench good girle y' fayth Kat: For my part trust mee I value mine owne worth at higher rate Cause you are pleasd to prize it if the streame Of your protested service as you terme it Runne in a constancie more then a Complement It shall be my delight that worthy loue Leades you to worthy actions and these guide yee Richly to wedde an honourable name So every vertuous praise in after ages Shall be your heyre and I in your braue mention Be Chronicled the MOTHER of that issue That glorious issue Hunt: Oh that I were young againe Shee l make mee court proud danger and sucke spirit From reputation Kat: To the present motion Heere 's all that I dare answer when a ripenesse Of more experience and some vse of time Resolues to treate the freedome of my youth Vpon exchange of troathes I shall desire No surer credit of a match with vertue Then such as liues in you meane time my hopes are Preser'd secure in having you a friend Dal: You are a blessed Lady and instruct Ambition not to soare a farther flight Then in the perfum'd ayre of your soft voyce My noble Lord of Huntley you haue lent A full extent of bountie to this parley And for it shall command