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The chronicle historie of Perkin VVarbeck A strange truth. Acted (some-times) by the Queenes Maiesties Servants at the Phænix in Drurie lane.; Chronicle history of Perkin Warbeck
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Ford, John, 1586-ca. 1640.
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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
come sit Sit and be quiet here are Kingly buggs words Enter at one dore foure Scotch Antickes accordingly habited Enter at another foure wilde Irish in Trowses long hayred and accordingly habited Musicke The Maskers daunce K: Ia: To all a generall thankes Warb: In the next Roome Take your owne shapes againe you shall receiue Particular acknowledgement K: Ia: Enough Of merriments Crawford how far 's our Armie Vpon the March Craw: At Hedenhall great King Twelue thousand well prepard K: Ia: Crawford to night Post thither Wee in person with the Prince By foure a clocke to morrow after dinner Will be w' ee speede away Craw. I flie my Lord K: I Our businesse growes to head now where 's your Secretarie that he attends'ee not to serue Warb: With March-mont your Herald K: Ia: Good the Proclamations readie By that it will appeare how the English stand Affected to your title Huntley comfort Your Daughter in her Husbands absence fight With prayers at home for vs who for your honors Must toyle in fight abroad Hunt: Prayers are the weapons Which men so neere their graues as I doe vse I 've little else to doe K: Ia: To rest young beauties Wee must be early stirring quickly part A Kingdomes rescue craues both speede and art Cosens good night Flourish Warb: Rest to our Cosen King Kath: Your blessing Sir Hunt: Faire blessings on your Highnesse sure you neede 'em Exeunt omnes Manent Warb Katherine Warb: Iane set the lights downe and from vs returne To those in the next roome this little purse Say we 'ele deserue their loues Iane It shall be done Sir Warb: Now dearest ere sweet sleepe shall seale those eyes Loues pretious tapers giue me leaue to vse A parting Ceremonie for to morrowe It would be sacriledge to intrude vpon The temple of thy peace swift as the morning Must I breake from the downe of thy embraces To put on steele and trace the pathes which leade Through various hazards to a carefull throne Kath: My Lord I would faine goe w' ee there 's small fortune In staying here behinde Warb: The churlish browe Of warre faire dearest is a sight of horror For Ladies entertainment if thou hear'st A truth of my sad ending by the hand Of some vnnaturall subject thou withall Shalt heare how I dyed worthie of my right By falling like a KING and in the cloze Which my last breath shall sound thy name thou fayrest Shall sing a requiem to my soule vnwilling Onely of greater glorie 'cause devided From such a heaven on earth as life with thee But these are chimes for funeralls my businesse Attends on fortune of a sprightlier triumph for loue and Majestie are reconcil'd And vow to crowne thee Empresse of the West Kath: You haue a noble language Sir your right In mee is without question and however Events of time may shorten my deserts In others pittie yet it shall not stagger Or constancie or dutie in a wife You must be King of me and my poore heart Is all I can call mine Warb: But we will liue Liue beauteous vertue by the liuely test Of our owne bloud to let the Counterfeite Be knowne the worlds contempt Kath: Pray doe not vse That word it carries fate in 't the first suite I ever made I trust your loue will graunt Warb: Without deniall dearest Kath: That hereafter If you returne with safetie no adventure May sever vs in tasting any fortune I nere can stay behinde againe Warb: Y' are Ladie Of your desires and shall commaund your will Yet 't is too hard a promise Kath: What our Destinies Haue rul'd out in their Bookes wee must not search But kneele too Warb: Then to feare when hope is fruitlesse Were to be desperately miserable Which povertie our greatnesse dares not dreame of And much more scornes to stoope to some fewe minutes Remaine yet let 's be thriftie in our hopes Exeunt Enter King Henrie Hialas and Vrswicke K: H Your name is Pedro Hialas a Spaniard Hialas Sir a Castillian borne K: H King Ferdinand With wise Queene Isabell his royall consort Write 'ee a man of worthie trust and candor Princes are deare to heaven who meete with Subjects Sincere in their imployments such I finde Your commendation Sir let me deliver How joyfull I repute the amitie With your most fortunate Maister who almost Comes neere a miracle in his successe Against the Moores who had devour'd his Countrie Entire now to his Scepter Wee for our part Will imitate his providence in hope Of partage in the vse o' nt Wee repute The privacie of his advisement to vs By you entended an Ambassadour To Scotland for a peace betweene our Kingdomes A policie of loue which well becomes His wisedome and our care Hialas Your Majestie Doth vnderstand him rightly K: H Els your knowledge can instruct me wherein Sir To fall on Ceremonie would seeme vselesse Which shall not neede for I will be as studious Of your concealement in our Conference As any Counsell shall advise Hialas Then Sir My chiefe request is that on notice given At my dispatch in Scotland you will send Some learned man of power and experience To joyne in treatie with me K. H. I shall doe it Being that way well provided by a servant Which may attend 'ee ever Hialas If King Iames By any indirection should perceiue My comming neere your Court I doubt the issue Of my imployment K: H Be not your owne Herald I learne sometimes without a teacher Hialas Good dayes guard all your Princely thoughts K: H Vrswicke no further Then the next open Gallerie attend him A heartie loue goe with you Hialas Your vow'd Beadsman Ex Vrsw: and Hialas K: H King Ferdinand is not so much a Foxe But that a cunning Huntsman may in time Fall on the sent in honourable actions Safe imitation best deserues a prayse Enter Vrswicke What' the Castillians past away Vrsw: He is And vndiscovered the two hundred markes Your Majestie conveyde a' gentlie purst With a right modest gravitie K: H What wast A' mutterd in the earnest of his wisedome A' spoke not to be heard T was about Vrsw: Warbecke How if King Henry were but sure of Subjects Such a wilde runnagate might soone be cag'd No great adoe withstanding K: H Nay nay something About my sonne Prince Arthurs match Vrsw: Right right Sir A humd it out how that King Ferdinand Swore that the marriage 'twixt the Ladie Katherine His Daughter and the Prince of Wales your Sonne Should never be consummated as long As any Earle of Warwicke liv'd in England Except by newe Creation K: H I remember 'T was so indeede the King his Maister swore it Vrsw: Directly as he said K: H An Earle of Warwicke Provide a Messenger for Letters instantly To Bishop Fox Our newes from Scotland creepes It comes so slow wee must haue ayrie spirits Our time requires dispatch the Earle of Warwicke Let him be sonne to Clarence younger brother To