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
Alas poore soules Let such as are escapt Steale to the Countrey backe without pursuite There 's not a drop of bloud spilt but hath drawne As much of mine their swords could haue wrought wonders On their Kings part who faintly were vnsheath'd Against their Prince but wounded their owne breasts Lords wee are debtors to your care our payment Shall be both sure and fitting your Deserts Dawb: Sir will you please to see those Rebells heads Of this wilde Monster multitude K: H Deare friend My faithfull Dawbney no on them our Iustice Must frowne in terror I will not vouchsafe An eye of pittie to them let false Awdley Be drawne vpon an hurdle from the New-gate To Tower-hill in his owne coate of Armes Paynted on paper with the Armes reverst Defac'd and torne there let him loose his head The Lawyer and the Black-smith shall be hang'd Quartered their quarters into Cornwall sent Examples to the rest whom wee are pleasd To pardon and dismisse from further quest My Lord of Oxford see it done Oxf: I shall Sir K: H Vrswicke Vrsw: My Lorde K: H To Dinham our high treasurer Say wee commaund Commissions be new graunted For the Collection of our Subsidies Through all the West and that speedily Lords wee acknowledge our engagements due For your most constant services Dawb: Your Souldiers Haue manfully and faithfully acquitted Their severall duties K: H For it wee will throwe A Largesse free amongst them which shall harten And cheerish vp their Loyalties more yet Remaines of like imployment not a man Can be dismist till enemies abroad More dangerous then these at home haue felt The puissance of our Armes oh happie Kings Whose thrones are raised in their Subjects hearts Exeunt omnes Enter Huntley and Daliell Hunt: Now Sir a modest word with you sad Gentleman Is not this fine I trowe to see the gambolds To heare the Iiggs obserue the friskes b' enchanted With the rare discord of bells pipes and tabors Hotchpotch of Scotch and Irish twingle twangles Like to so many Queresters of Bedlam Trowling a catch the feasts the manly stomaches The healthes in Vsquabaugh and bonie clabbore The Ale in dishes never fetcht from China The hundred thousand knackes not to be spoken of And all this for King Oberon and Queene Mab Should put a soule in t 'ee looke 'ee good man How youthfull I am growne but by your leaue This new Queene Bride must henceforth be no more My Daughter no burladie t is vnfit And yet you see how I doe beare this change Methinkes couragiously then shake off care In such a time of jollitie Dal. Alas Sir How can you cast a mist vpon your griefes Which how so ere you shadow but present To any judging eye the perfect substance Of which mine are but counterfeits Hunt: Fo Daliell Thou interrupts the part I beare in Musicke To this rare bridall feast let vs be merry Whilst flattering calmes secure vs against stormes Tempests when they begin to roare put out The light of peace and cloud the Sunnes bright eye In darknesse of despayre yet wee are safe Dal: I wish you could as easily forget The Iustice of your sorrowes as my hopes Can yeelde to destinie Hunt: Pish then I see Thou doest not know the flexible condition Of my ap't nature I can laugh laugh heartily When the Gowt crampes my joynts let but the stone Stoppe in my bladder I am streite a singing The Quartane feaver shrinking every limme Setts me a capring straite doe but betray me And binde me a friend ever what I trust The loosing of a Daughter though I doted On every hayre that grew to trim her head Admitts not any paine like one of these Come th' art deceivd in me giue me a blow A sound blow on the face I le thanke thee for 't I loue my wrongs still th' art deceiv'd in me Dal: Deceiu'd Oh noble Huntley my few yeares Haue learnt experience of too ripe an age To forfeite fit credulitie forgiue My rudenesse I am bolde Hunt: Forgiue me first A madnesse of ambition by example Teach me humilitie for patience scornes Lectures which Schoolemen vse to reade to boyes Vncapable of injuries though olde I could grow tough in furie and disclaime Alleagence to my King could fall at odds With all my fellow Peeres that durst not stand Defendants 'gainst the rape done on mine honor But Kings are earthly gods there is no medling With their annoynted bodies for their actions They onely are accountable to Heaven Yet in the puzzle of my troubled braine One Antidote 's reserv'd against the poyson Of my distractions t is in thee t' apply it Dal: Name it oh name it quickly Sir Hunt: A pardon For my most foolish sleighting thy Deserts I haue culd out this time to beg it preethee Be gentle had I beene so thou hadst own'd A happie Bride but now a cast away And never childe of mine more Dal: Say not so Sir it is not fault in her Hunt: The world would prate How shee was handsome young I know shee was Tender and sweet in her obedience But lost now what a banckrupt am I made Of a full stocke of blessings must I hope a mercy from thy heart Dal: A loue a service A friendship to posteritie Hunt: Good Angells Reward thy charitie I haue no more But prayers left me now Dal: I le lend you mirth Sir If you will be in Consort Hunt: Thanke yee' truely I must yes yes I must here 's yet some ease A partner in affliction looke not angry Dal: Good noble Sir Hunt: Oh harke wee may be quiet The King and all the others come a meeting Of gawdie sights this dayes the last of Revells To morrow sounds of warre then new exchange Fiddles must turne to swords vnhappie marriage Flourish Enter King Iames Warbecke leading Katherine Crawford Countesse and Iane Huntley and Daliell fall among them K: Ia: Cosen of Yorke you and your Princely Bride Haue liberally enjoy'd such soft delights As a new married couple could fore-thinke Nor ha's our bountie shortned expectation But after all those pleasures of repose Or amorous safetie wee must rowse the ease Of dalliance with atchievements of more glorie Then sloath and sleepe can furnish yet for farewell Gladly wee entertaine a truce with time To grace the joynt endeavours of our servants Warb: My Royall Cosen in your Princely favour The extent of bountie hath beene so vnlimitted As onely an acknowledgement in words Would breede suspition in our state and qualitie When Wee shall in the fulnesse of our fate Whose Minister necessitie will perfite Sit on our owne throne then our armes laid open To gratitude in sacred memory Of these large benefits shall twyne them close Even to our thoughts and heart without distinction Then Iames and Richard being in effect One person shall vnite and rule one people Devisible in titles onely K: Ia: Seate yee' Are the presentors readie Crawf All are entring Hunt: Daintie sport toward Daliell sit
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
Katherine in her richest attyre Iane and attendants Oxf: Great Sir be pleas'd With your accustomed grace to entertaine The Princesse Katherine Gourdon K. H Oxford herein Wee must beshrew thy knowledge of our nature A Ladie of her birth and vertues could not Haue found Vs so vnfurnisht of good manners As not on notice given to haue mett her Halfe way in poynt of Loue Excuse fayre Cosen The oversight ô fye you may not kneele 'T is most vnfitting first vouchsafe this welcome A welcome to your owne for you shall finde Vs But guardian to your fortune and your honours Kath: My fortunes and mine honors are weake champions As both are now befriended Sir however Both bow before your clemencie K: H Our armes Shall circle them from malice 'A sweete Ladie Beautie incomparable Here liues Majestie At league with Loue Kath: O Sir I haue a husband K: H Wee 'le proue your father husband friend and servant Proue what you wish to graunt vs Lords be carefull A Pattent presently be drawne for issuing A thousand pounds from our Exchequer yearely During our Cosens life our Queene shall be Your chiefe companion our owne Court your Home Our Subjects all your servants Kath: But my husband K: H By all descriptions you are noble Daliell Whose generous truth hath fam'd a rare observance Wee thanke 'ee 't is a goodnesse giues addition To every title boasted from your Auncestrie In all most worthy Daliell Worthier then your prayses Right princely Sir I neede not glorie in K: H Embrace him Lords who ever calls you Mistresse Is lifted in our charge a goodlier beautie Mine eyes yet neere incountred Kath: Cruell misery Of fate what rests to hope for K: H Forward Lords To London fayre ere long I shall present 'ee Exeunt omnes With a glad object peace and Hunleys blessing Enter Constable and Officers Warbeck Vrswick and Lambert Simnell like a Falconer A payre of Stocks Const Make roome there keepe off I require 'ee and none come within twelue foote of his Majesties new Stockes vpon paine of displeasure Bring forward the Malefactors Friend you must to this geere no remedie open the hole and in with his legges just in the middle hole there that hole keepe off or I le commit you all Shall not a man in authoritie be obeyed So so there 't is as it should be put on the padlocke and giue me the key off I say keepe off Vrsw: Yet Warbecke cleere thy Conscience thou hast tasted King Henries mercie liberallie the Law Ha's forfeited thy life an equall Iurie Haue doom'd thee to the Gallowes twise most wickedly Most desperately hast thou escapt the Tower Inveighling to thy partie with thy witch-craft Young Edward Earle of Warwicke sonne to Clarence Whose head must pay the price of that attempt Poore Gentleman vnhappie in his fate And ruin'd by thy cunning so a Mungrell May plucke the true Stagge downe yet yet confesse Thy parentage for yet the King ha's mercy Lamb: You would be Dicke the fourth very likely Your pedigree is publisht you are knowne For Osbecks sonne of Turney a loose runnagate A Landloper your Father was a Iewe Turn'd Christian meerely to repayre his miseries Where 's now your Kingship Warb: Bayted to my death Intollerable crueltie I laugh at The Duke of Richmonds practise on my fortunes Possession of a Crowne ne're wanted Heraulds Lamb: You will not know who I am Vrs: Lambert Simnell Your predecessor in a daungerous vproare But on submission not alone receiu'd To grace but by the King vouchsaft his service Lamb: I would be Eare of Warwicke toyld and ruffled Against my Maister leapt to catch the Moone Vaunted my name Plantaginet as you doe An Earle forsooth When as in truth I was As you are a meere Rascall yet his Majestie A Prince compos'd of sweetnes Heaven protect him Forgaue mee all my villanies repriv'd The sentence of a shamefull end admitted My suretie of obedience to his service And I am now his Falkoner liue plenteously Eate from the Kings purse and enjoy the sweetnesse Of libertie and favour sleepe securely And is not this now better then to buffett The Hangmans clutches or to brave the Cordage Of a tough halter which will breake your necke So then the Gallant totters preethee Perkin Let my example leade thee be no longer A Counterfeite confesse and hope for pardon Warb: For pardon hold my heartstrings whiles contempt Of injuries in scorne may bid defiance To this base mans fowle language thou poore vermin How darst thou creepe so neere mee thou an Earle Why thou enjoyst as much of happinesse As all the swinge of sleight ambition flew at A dunghill was thy Cradle So a puddle By vertue of the Sun-beames breathes a vapour To infect the purer ayre which drops againe Into the muddie wombe that first exhal'd it Bread and a slavish ease with some assurance From the base Beadles whipp crownd all thy hopes But Sirra ran there in thy veynes one dropp Of such a royall bloud as flowes in mine Thou wouldst not change condition to be second In Englands State without the Crowne it selfe Course creatures are incapable of excellence But let the world as all to whom I am This day a spectacle to time deliver And by tradition fixe posteritie Without another Chronicle then truth How constantly my resolution suffer'd A martyrdome of Majestie Lamb: Hee s past Recovery a Bedlum cannot cure him Vrsw: Away enforme the King of his behaviour Lamb: Perkin beware the rope the Hangman 's comming Vrsw: If yet thou hast no pittie of thy bodie Pittie thy soule Exit Simnell Enter Katherine Iane Daliell and Oxford Iane Deare Ladie Oxf: Whither will 'ee Without respect of shame Kath: Forbeare me Sir And trouble not the current of my dutie Oh my Lov'd Lord Can any scorne be yours In which I haue no interest some kinde hand Lend me assistance that I may partake Th' infliction of this pennance my lifes deerest Forgiue me I haue stayd too long from tendring Attendance on reproach yet bid me welcome Warb: Great miracle of Constancie my miseries Were never banckrout of their confidence In worst afflictions till this now I feele them Report and thy Deserts thou best of creatures Might to eternitie haue stood a patterne For every Report wife without this conquest Thou hast out-done beliefe yet may their ruine In after marriages be never pittied To whom thy Storie shall appeare a fable Why wouldst thou proue so much vnkinde to greatnesse To glorifie thy vowes by such a servitude I cannot weepe but trust mee Deare my heart Is liberall of passion Harrie Richmond A womans faith hath robd thy fame of triumph Oxf: Sirra leaue off your jugling and tye vp The Devill that raunges in your tongue Vrs: Thus Witches Possest even their death 's deluded say They haue beene wolues and dogs and I sayld in Eggshells Over the Sea and rid on fierie Dragons Past in the ayre more then a thousand miles All in a