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
for custom towards the maintenance of his highnes wars the halfe of al such golde siluer money and money worth a the saide messenger hath then about him but if he conceal anie part or parcel of the same then shall he forfaite all that he possesseth at that present and this sentence is irreuocable confirmed by our Lord Lluellen Prince of Wales and Robin Hood of the great mountaines Lluellen So vaile your budgettes to Robin of the mountaine but what art thou that disdainest to paie this custōe as if thou scornest the greatnes of the prince of Wales Longsh. Faith Robin thou seemest to be a good fellow there 's my bagge halfe is mine and halfe is thine but le ts to it if thou darst man for man to trie who shall haue the whole Lluellen Why thou speakest as thou shouldst speak My maisters on pain of my displeasure depart the place and leaue vs two to our selues I must lope his Longshankes for I le eare to a paire of Longshankes Longsh. They are faire markes sir and I must defende as I may Dauid be gone hold here my hearts long legs giues you this amongst you to spend blows one with an other Dauie now Dauie daies are almost come at ende Mortim. But Mortimor this sight is strange staye thou in some corner to see what wil befal in this battaile Edward Now Robin of the wood alias Robin Hood be it knowen to your worship by these presents that the Longshankes which you aime at haue brought the king of England into these mountaines to vse Lluellen and to cracke a blade with his man that supposeth himselfe Prince of Wales Lluellen What Sir King welcome to Cambrias what foolish Edward darst thou endanger thy life to trauail these mountaines art thou so foolish hardie as to combate with the Prince of Wales Edward What I dare thou seest what I can performe thou shalt shortlie knowe I thinke thee a Gentleman and therefore holde no scorne to fight with thee Lluellen No Edward I am as good a man as thy selfe Longsh. That shall I trie They fight and Dauid takes his brothers part and Mortimor the Kings Edward Halloe Edward how are thy sences confounded what Dauy is it possible thou shouldest be false to England Dauy Edward I am true to Wales and so haue beene frendes since my birth and that shal the King of England know to his cost Lluellen What Potter did not I charge you to begon with your fellowes Mortimor No Traitor no Potter I but Mortimor the Earle of March whose comming to these woods is to deceiue thee of thy loue and reserued to saue my soueraignes life Dauid Vppon them brother let them not breath The King hath Lluellen downe and Dauid hath Mortimor downe Longsh. Villaine thou diest God and my right hath preuailed Dauid Base Earle now doth Dauid triumph in thine ouer throw aie is me Lluellen at the feet of Longshanks Longsh. What Mortimor vnder the sword of such a Traitor Mortimor Braue King run thy sword vp to the hiltes into the bloud of the rebell Longsh. O Mortimor thy life is dearer to me then millions of rebels Dauid Edward relieue my brother and Mortimor liues Longsh. I villaine thou knowest too wel how deare I holde my Mortimor rise man and assure thee and the hate I beare to thee is long in respect of the deadly hatred I beare to that notorious rebell Mortimor Awaie his sight to me is like the sight of a Cockeatrice villaine I goe to reuenge me on thy treason and to make thee patterne to the world of mountains treason falsehood and ingratitude Exit Mortimor Dauid Brother a chafes but hard was your hap to be ouermastered by the coward Lluellen No coward Dauid his courage is like to the Lion and were it not that rule and soueraigntie sets vs at iarre I could loue and honor the man for his valour Dauid But the Potter oh the villaine will neuer out of my minde whilst I liue and I wil late to be reuenged on his villanie Lluellen Wel Dauid what wil be shall be therefore casting these matters out of our heads Dauid thou art welcome to Cambria let vs in and bee merrie after this colde cooling and to prepare to strengthen our selues against the last threatnings Exeunt ambo After the Christening and marriage done the Harrolds hauing attended they passe ouer the bride is led by two Noble men Edmund of Lancaster and the Earle of Sussex and the Bishop Gloster Welcome Ione Countesse of Gloster to Gilbert de Clare for euer God giue them ioie cosin Gloster let vs now goe visite the King and Queen and present ther Maiesties with their yong sonne Edward Prince of Wales Then all passe in their order to the kings pauilion the king sits in his Tent with his pages about him Bishop Wee represent your highnes most humblie with your young sonne Edward of Carnaruan Prince of Wales Sound Trumpets Omnes God saue Edward of Carnaruan prince of Wales Longsh. kisses them both Edward Prince of Wales God blesse thee with long life and honor welcom Ione countesse of Gloster God blesse thee and thine for euer lords let vs visite my Queene and wife whome we wil at once present with a Son and daughter honored to her desire Sound Trumpets they all march to the Chamber Bishop speakes to her in her bed Wee humblie present your Maiestie with your yong sonne Edward of Carnaruan Prince of VVales Sound Trumpets Omnes God saue Edward of Carnaruan prince of wales Queen Elinor shee kisses him Gramercis Bishop holde take that to buie thee a Rochell welcome VVelshman here Nurse open him and haue him to the fire for God sake they haue rouzed him and wash them throughe and that bee good and welcome Ione Countesse of Gloster God blesse thee with long life honor and hearts ease I am nowe as good as my word Gloster shee is thine make much of her gentle Earle Longsh. Now my sweete Nell what more commandeth my Queene that nothing may want to perfect her contentment Q Eli. Nothing sweet Ned but pray my king to feaste the Lords and ladies roiallie and thankes a thousand times good men and women to you all for this duetie and honor done to your Prince Longsh. Maister Bridegroome by olde custome this is your waiting daie Sir Dauid you may commaund an ample welcome in our court for your cuntreymen brother Edmund reuell it now or neuer for honour of your Englands sonne Gloster now like a braue Bridegrome marshall this manie and set these Lords and Ladies to dancing so shall you fulfil the olde English prouerbe us merrie in Hall when beardes wag all After the showe and the King and Queen with all the lordes and ladies in place Longshanks speaketh What tidings bringes Versses to our court Enter in Versses with a halter about his necke Versses Tidinges to make thee tremble Englishe king Longsh. Me tremble boie must not bee newes from Scotland can once make
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
THE Famous Chronicle of king Edward the first sirnamed Edward Longshankes with his returne from the holy land ALSO THE LIFE OF LLEVELLEN rebell in Wales Lastly the sinking of Queene Elinor who sunck at Charingcrosse and rose againe at Pottershith now named Queenehith LONDON Printed by Abell Ieffes and are to be solde by William Barley at his shop in Gratious streete 1593 THE Famous Chronicle historie of King Edwarde the first sirnamed Edwarde Longshankes with the sincking of Queene Elinor at Charingcrosse and her rising againe at Potters hith otherwise called Queene hith Enter Gilbart de Clare Earle of Glocester with the Earle of Sussex Mortimer the Earle of March Dauid Lluellens brother waiting on Helinor the Queene mother The Queene Mother MY L. lieutenant of Glocester and L. Mortimor To do you honor in your Soueraignes eyes That as we heare is newly come aland From Palestine with all his men of warre The poore remainer of the royall Fleete Preseru'd by miracle in Sicill Roade Go mount your Coursers meete him on the way Pray him to spur his Steede minutes and houres Vntill his mother see hir princely sonne Shining in glory of his safe returne Exeunt Lords Manet Queene Mother Illustrious England auncient feat of kings Whose chiualrie hath roiallizd thy fame That sounding brauely through terrestiall vaile Proclaiming conquests spoiles and victories Rings glorious Ecchoes through the farthest worlde What warlike nation traind in feates of armes What barbarous people stubborne or vntaimd What climate vnder the Meridian signes Or frozen Zone vnder his brumall stage Erst haue not quaked and trembled at the name Of Britaine and hir mightie Conquerour Her neighbor realmes as Scotland Denmarke France Aude with their deedes and iealious of her armes Haue begd defensiue and offensiue leagues Thus Europe riche and mightie in her kinges Hath feard braue England dreadfull in her kings And now to eternize Albions Champions Equiualent with Troians auncient fame Comes louely Edward from Ierusalem Veering before the winde plowing the sea His stretched sailes fild with the breath of men That through the world admires his manlines And loe at last ariued in Douer roade Long shanke your king your glory and our sonne With troopes of conquering Lords and warlike knights Like bloudy crested Mars orelookes his hoste Higher then all his armie by the head Martching along as bright as Phoebus eyes And we his mother shall beholde our sonne And Englands Peeres shall see their Soueraigne The Trumpets sound and enter the traine viz. his maimed Souldiers with headpeeces and Garlands on them euery man with his red Crosse on his coate the Ancient borne in a Chaire his Garland and his plumes on his headpeece his Ensigne in his hand Enter after them Glocester and Mortimer bareheaded others as many as may be Then Longshanks and his wife Elinor Edmund Couchback and Ione and Signior Moumfort the Earle of Leicesters prisoner with Sailers and Souldiers and Charles de Moumfort his brother Q. Mother Glocester Edward O my sweete sonnes And then she fals and sounds Longsh. Helpe Ladies O ingratefull desteny To welcome Edward with this tragedie Glocest. Pacient your highnes t is but mothers loue Receiu'd with sight of her thrice valiant sonnes Madam amaze not see his Maiestie Returnd with glory from the holy land Moth. Braue sons the worthy Champions of our God The honourable souldiers of the highest Beare with your mother whose aboundant loue With teares of ioyes salutes your sweete returne From famous iourneys hard and fortunate But lordes alas how heauie is our losse Since your departure to these Christian warres The king your Father and the prince your sonne And your braue Vnckle Almaines Emperour Aye me are dead Longsh. Take comfort madam leaue these sad laments Deare was my vnckle dearer was my sonne And ten times dearer was my noble father Yet were their liues valewd at thousand worlds They cannot scape the arrest of dreadfull death Death that dooth seaze and sommon all alike Then leauing them to heauenly blessednes To ioyne in thrones of glory with the iust I doo salute your royall Maiestie My gratious mother Queene and you my lordes Gilbart de Clare Sussex and Mortimer And all the princely states of Englands peeres With health and honor to your harts content And welcome wished England on whose ground These feete so often haue desird to tread Welcome sweete Queene my fellow Traueller Welcome sweete Nell my fellow mate in armes Whose eyes haue seene the slaughtered Sarazens Pil'de in the ditches of Ierusalem And lastly welcome manly followers That beares the scars of honor and of armes And on your war drums carry crownes as kings Crowne Murall Nauall and triumphant all At view of whom the Turkes haue trembling fled And Sarazens like sheepe before the walles Haue made their cottages in walled townes But Bulwarkes had no fence to beate you back Lords these and they will enter brasen gates And teare downe lime and Morter with their nailes Imbrace them Barons these haue got the name Of English Gentlemen and knights at armes Not one of these but in the Champaine field Hath wonne his crowne his collar and his spurs Not Caesare loading through the streetes of Rome The captiue kings of conquered nations Was in his princely triumphes honoured more Then English Edward in this martiall sight Countrimen your lims are lost in seruice of the Lord Which is your glory and your Countries fame For lims you shalt haue liuing lordships lands And be my counsellors in warres affaires Souldiers sit downe Nell sit thee by my side These be prince Edwards pompious treasurie The Queene Mother being set on the one side and Queene Elinor on the other the king sitteth in the middest mounted highest and at his feete the Ensigne vnderneath him O glorious Capitoll beautious Senate house Triumphant Edward how like sturdie Oakes Do these thy Souldiers circle thee about To shield and shelter thee from winters stormes Display thy crosse old Aimes of the Vies Dub on your Drums tand with Indiaes sunne My lustie westerne lads Matreueirs thou Sound prowdly here a perfect point of warre In honour of thy Souereignes safe returne Thus Long shanks bids his Souldiers Bien veneu Vse Drummes Trumpets and Ensignes and then speake Edward Edw. O God my God the brightnes of my daye How oft hast thou preseru'd thy seruant safe By sea and land yea in the gates of death O God to thee how highly am I bound For setting me with these on English ground One of my mansion houses will I giue To be a colledge for my maimed men Where euery one shall haue an hundred markes Of yearely pention to his maintenance A Souldier that for Christ and countrie sightes Shall want no liuing whilst king Edward liues Lords you that loue me now be liberall And giue your larges to these maimed men Q. Mot. Towards this erection doth thy mother giue Out of her dowrie fiue thousand pounds of gold To finde them Surgeons to
recure their wounds And whilst this auncient Standard bearer liues He shall haue fortie pound of yeerely fee And be my Beadsman father if you please Longsh. Madam I tell you England neuer bred A better souldier then your Beadsman is And that the Souldan and his Armie felt Edmund Out of the dutchie of riche Lancaster To finde soft bedding for their bruzed bones Duke Edmund giues three thousand pounds Longsh. Gramercies brother Edmund Happie is England vnder Edwards raigne When men are had so highly in regarde That Nobles striue who shall remunerate The souldiers resolution with regarde My Lord of Glocester what is your beneuolence Glocest. A thousand markes and please your Maiestie Longsh. And yours my lord of Sussex Sussex Fiue hundred pound and please your maiestie Long. What say you sir Dauid of Brecknock Dauid To a souldier sir Dauid cannot be too liberall Yet that I may giue no more then a poore knight is able And not presume as a mightie Earle I giue my Lord foure hundred foure score And nineteene poundes And so my lord of Sussex I am behind you an ace Sussex And yet sir Dauid ye aumble after apace Lon. Wel said Da thou couldst not be a Camber Britain If thou didst not loue a souldier with thy hart Let me see how is my Arithmeticke wil serue To totall the particulars Qu. Eli. Why my lord I hope you meane I shal be a benefactor to my fellow souldiers Longshankes And wel said Nell What wilt thou I set downe for thee Q. El. Nay my lord I am of age to set it down for my self You will alowe what I do will you not Longsh. That I will Maddam Were it to the value of my kingdome Qu. Elin. What is the summe my lord Longshankes 10000 pounds my Nell Qu. Eli. Then Elinor bethinke thee of a gift worthie the king of Englandes wife and the king of Spaines daughter and giue such a largis that the Chronicles of this land may crake with record of thy liberalitie Parturient montes nascitur ridiculus mus shee makes a Cipher There my lord neither one two nor three But a poore Cipher in Agrum to inrich good fellowes And compound their figure in their kinde Longsh Madam I commend your composition An argument of your honourable disposition Sweete Nell thou shouldst not be thy selfe Did not with thy mounting minde Thy gift surmount the rest Gloce. Cal you this Ridiculus mus mary sir this mouse Would make a foule hole in a faire Cheese T is but a Cipher in Agrum And it hath made of 10000 pounds 100000 pounds Edmund A princely gift and worthy memorie Clocester My gratious Lord as erst I was assignde Lieutenant to his Maiestie Here render I vp the crowne left in charge with me By your princely father king Menrie Who on his death bed still did call for you And dying wild to you the Diadem Longshankes Thankes worthie Lordes And seeing by doome of heauens it is decreed And lawful line of our succession Vnworthy Edward is become your king We take it as a blessing from on hie And wil our Coronation be solemnized Vpon the 14. of December next Qu. Eli. Vpon the 14. of December next Alas my Lord the time is all too short And sudden for so great solemnitie A yeare were scarse enough to set a worke Tailers Imbroderes and men of rare deuice For preparation of so great estate Trust me sweete Ned hardlie shal I bethinke me In twentie weekes what fashion robes to weare I pray thee then deferre it till the spring That we may haue our garments point deuice I meane to send for Tailers into Spaine That shall confer of some fantastickt sutes With those that be our conningst Englishmen What let me braue it now or neuer Ned Long. Madam content ye would that were greatest care You shall haue garments to your harts desire I neuer red but Englishmen exceld For change of rare deuises euery way Q. Eli. Yet pray thee Ned my loue my lord and king My fellow souldier and compeere in armes Do so much honour to thy Elinor To weare a sute that thee shall giue thy grace Of he one cost and workmanship perhaps Q. Mot. T wil come by leasurs daughter then I feare Th' art too fine fingard to be quick at worke Long. Twixt vs a greater matter breakes no square So it be such my Nell as may beseem The maiestie and greatnes of a king And now my Lords and louing friends Follow your Generall to the court After his trauels to repose him then There to recount with pleasure what is past Of warres alarums showres and sharpest stormes Exeunt all sauing the Queene and her daughter Q. Eli. Now Elinor now Englands louely Queene Bethinke thee of the greatnes of thy state And how to beare thy selfe with roialtie Aboue the other Queenes of Christendome That Spaine reaping renowne by Elinor And Elinor adding renowne to Spaine Britaine may her magnificence admire I tell thee Ione what time our highness sits Vnder our royall Canopie of state Glistering with pendants of the purest gold Like as our seate were spangled all with stars The world shall wonder at our maiestie As if the daughter of eternall Ops Turnd to the likenes of Vermilion fumes Where from her cloudie wombe the Centaures lept VVere in her royall seate inthronized Ione Madam if Ione thy daughter may aduise Let not your honour make your manners change The people of this land are men of warre The women courteous milde and debonaire Laying their liues at princes feete That gouernes with familiar maiestie But if their soueraignes once gin swell with pride Disdaning commons loue which is the strength And surenes of the richest common welth That Prince were better liue a priuate life Then rule with tirannie and discontent Q. Eli. Indeed we count them headstrong Englishmen But we shall hold them in a Spanish yoake And make them know their Lord and soueraigne Come daughter let vs home for to prouide For all the cunning work-men of this I le In our great chamber shall bee set a worke And in my hall shall bountifully feede My King like Phoebus bridegroome like shall marche With louely Xheeis to her grassie bed And all the lookers on shall stand amazde To see King Edward and his louely Queene Sit louely in Englands stately throne Exeunt Ambo Enter Lluellen alias Prince of Wales Rice ap Meredeth Owen ap Rice with swordes and bucklers and freese Ierkins Llu. Come Rice and rouse thee for thy countries good Followe the man that meanes to make you great Follow Lluellen rightfull prince of VVales Sprong from the loines of great Cadwallader Discended from the loines of Troian Brute And though the traiterous Saxons Normans Danes Haue spent the true Romans of glorious Troy Within the westerne mountaines of this I le Yet haue we hope to clime these stonie pales VVhen Londoners as Romains earst amazde Shall trembling crie Lluellens at the gate T' accomplish this
thus haue I brought you forth Disguisde to Milford hauen here attend The landing of the ladie Aeliner Her stay doth make me muse the winde stands fair And ten dayes hence we did expect them heere Neptune be fauourable to my loue And steere hir keele with thy three forked mace That from this shore I may behold her sailes And in mine armes embrace my deerest deare Rice Braue prince of Wales this honorable matche Cannot but turne to Cambrias common good Simon de Momfort her thrise valiant sonne That in the Barons warres was Generall VVas lou'd and honoured of the Englishmen VVhen they shall heare shee s your espoused wife Assure your grace we shall haue great supplie To make our roades in England mightilie Owen VVhat we resolu'd must strongly be performd Before the king returne from Palestine VVhilst he wins glorie at Ierusalem Let vs winne ground vpon the Englishmen Lluel. Owen ap Rice t is that Lluellen feares I feare me Edward will be come a shore Ere we can make prouision for the warre But be it as it will within his court My brother Dauid is that beares a face As if he were my greatest enemie He by this craft shall creepe into her heart And giue intelligence from time to time Of her intentions driftes and stratagems Heere let vs rest vpon the salt sea shore And while our eyes long for our hearts desires Let vs like friends pastime vs on the sands Our frolike mindes are ominous for good Enter Friar Hugh ap Dauid Guenthian his wench in Flannell and Iack his Nouice Friar Guenthian as I am true man So will I doo the best I can Guenthian as I am true Priest So will I bee at thy behest Guenthian as I am true Friar So wil I be at thy desire Nouice My maister stands too neere the fier Trust him not wench he will prooue a liar Lluellen True man true Friar true priest true knaue These foure in one this trull shall haue Friar Heere sweare I by my shauen crowne VVench if I giue thee a gay greene gowne I le take thee vp as I laid thee downe And neuer bruze nor batter thee Nouice O sweare not maister flesh is fraile VVenche when the signe is in the taile Mightie is loue and will preuaile This Churchman dooth but flatter thee Lluel. A prittie worme and a lustie friar Made for the field not for the quire Guenth. Mas Friar as I am true maide So do I hold me well a paide T is Churchmans laie and veritie To liue in loue and charitie And therefore weene I as my creede Your wordes shall companie my deed Dauie my deare I yeeld in all Thine owne to goe and come at call Rice And so farre foorth begins our braule Friar Then my Guenthian to begin Sith idlenes in loue is sinne Boie to the towne I will thee hie And so returne euen by and by VVhen thou with cakes and muskadine And other iunkets good and fine Hast fild thy bottle and thy bagge Nouice Now maister as I am true wag I will be neither late nor lag But goe and come with gossips cheere Ere Gib our Cat can lick her care For long agoe I learned in schoole That louers desire and pleasures coole Sanct Ceres sweetes and Bacchus vine Now maister for the Cakes and Wine Exit Nouice Friar Wench to passe away the time in glee Guenthian set thee downe by me And let our lips and voices meete In a merrie countrey songe Guenth. Friar I am at beek and baye And at thy commaundement to sing and say And other sportes among Ow. I marry my lord this is somwhat like a mans mony Heere 's a wholsome Welsh wench Lapt in her Flannell as warme as wooll And as fit as a pudding for a Friars mouthe The Friar and Guenthian sing Lluellen speakes to them Pax vobis pax vobis good fellowes faire fall yee Friar Et cum spiritu tuo Friends haue you any thing els to say to the Friar Owen Much good doo you much good you My maisters heart elie Friar And you sir when yee eate Haue ye any thing els to say to the Friar Lluel. Nothing but I wou'd gladly know If muttó be your first dish what shal be your last seruice Friar It may bee sir I count it physicke To feede but on one dish at a sitting Sir would you any thing els with the Friar Rice O nothing sir but if you had any manners You might bid vs fall too Friar Nay and that be the matter good enough Is this all yee haue to say to the Friar Lluel All we haue to say to you sir it may be sir We would walke aside with your wenche a little Friar My maisters and frends I am a poore Friar a man of Gods making and a good fellow as you are legs feete face and hands hart from top to toe of my word right shape and Christendome and I loue a wenche as a wench should be loued and if you loue your selfe walke good friends I pray you let the Friar alone with his flesh Lluel. O Friar your holie mother the church teaches you to abstaine from these morsels therfore my maisters t is a deed of charitie to remooue this stumbling block a faire wench a shrewd temptation to a Friars conscience Guen. Friend if you knew the Friar halfe so well as the bailie of Brecknock you would think you might as so one mooue munck Dauie into the sea as Guenth from his side Lluel. Mas by your leaue wee le prooue Guenth. At your perill if you mooue his patience Friar Brother brother and my good Countrimen Lluel. Countrimen nay I cannot thinke that an English friar will come so farre into Wales barefooted Owen That 's more then you know and yet my lord he might ride hauing a fillie so neere warnings Fri. Hands off good countriman at few words faire Lluel. Countrimen not so sir wee renounce thee Friar and refuse your countrie Friar Then brother and my good friends Hands off and if you loue your ease Rice Ease me no easings wee le ease you of this carriage Friar Fellow be gone quicklie or my pike staffe and I will set thee away with a vengeance Llu. I am sorie trust me to see the church so vnpatient Fri. Ye Dogs ounes do me a shrowde turne and mocke me too flesh and bloud will not beare this then rise vp Robert and say to Richard Redde rationem villicationistuae sir Countriman kinsman Englishman Welshman you with the Wenche returne your Habeas corpus here 's a Circiorari for your Procedendo Owen Holde friar we are thy countriemen Rice Payd payd Digone we are thy countrimē Mundue Friar My Countrymen nay marry sir shal you not be my countrimen you sir you specially you sir that refuse the Friar and renounce his countrie Lluel. Friar hold thy hands I sweare as I am a Gentleman I am a Welshman and so are the rest of honestie Friar Of honestie saiest thou
They are neither Gentlemen nor Welshmen That will denie their countrie Come hither wenche I le haue about with them once more For denying of theyr Countrie Make as if yee would fight Rice Frier thou wottest not what thou say est This is the prince and we are all his traine Disposed to be pleasant with thee a little But I perceiue Friar thy nose will bide no rest Friar As much as you will with me sir But not at any hand with my wench I and Richard my man heere For here Contra omnes gentes But is this Lluellen the great Camber Britaine Lluel. It is he Friar giue me thy hand And gramercies twentie times I promise thee thou hast cudgeld Two as good lessons into my iacket As euer Churchman did at so short warning The one is not to be too busie with another mans cattel The other not in hast to denie my countrie Friar T is pittie my Lorde But you should haue more of this learning You profit so well by it Lluel. T is pittie Friar but thou shouldst be Lluellens Chaplaine thou edifiest so well and so shalt thou be of mine honor heere I entertaine thee thy boye and thy trull to follow my fortune in Secula seculorum Friar And Richard my man sir and you loue me He that stands by me and shrunke not at all weathers And then you haue me in my colours Lluel Friars agreed Rice welcome the Ruffines Enter the Harper and sing to the tune of Who list to lead a Souldiers life Goe too goe too you Britaine 's all And plaie the men both great and small A wonderous matter hath be fall That makes the Prophets crie and call Tum da et di te de te dum That you must marche both all and some Against your foes with trumpe and Drum I speake to you from God that you shall ouercome With a turne both waies Lluel. What now who haue we here Tum date dite dote dum Fri. What haue we a fellow dropt out of the element What 's hee for a man Rice ap Mer. Knowest thou this Goscup Fri. What not Morgain Pigot our good welsh prophet O t is a holie Harper Meredith A Prophet with a moraine Good my Lord le ts heare a few of his lines I pray you Nouice My lords t is an od fellow I can tell you As any is in all Wales He can sing rime with reason and rime without reason And without reason or rime Lluellen The diuell hee can Rime with reason and rime without reason And reason without rime Then good Morgan Pigot pluck out thy spigot And draw vs a fresh pot From the kinder kinde of thy knowledge Friar Knowledge my sonne knowledge I warrantye How saist thou Morgaine art thou not a very prophet Harper Friar friar a Prophet verilie For great Lluellens loue Sent from aboue to bring him victorie Mered. Come then gentle prophet le ts see how thou canst salute thy prince say shall we haue good successe in our enterprize or no Harp VVhen the weathercock of Carmarthen steeple Shall ingender yong ones in the belferie And a heard of Goates leaue their pasture To be cloathed in siluer Then shall Brute be borne a new And VVales record their auncient hew Aske Friar Dauid if this be not true Friar This my Lord a meanes by you O he is a prophet a prophet Lluel. Soft you now good Morgan Pigot And take vs with yee a little I pray VVhat meanes your wisdome by all this Harper The VVeathercock my lord was your father who by foule weather of waire was driuen to take Sanctuarie in Saint Maries at Carnaruon where he begat yong ones on your mother in the belfrey viz. your worship and your brother Dauid Lluel. But what didst thou meane by the Goates Harp The Goates that leaue the pasture to be cloathed in siluer are the siluer Goates your men wore on their sleeues Fr. O how I loue thee Morgain Pigot our sweet prophet Llu. Hence rogue with your prophesies out of my sight Mered. Nay good my lord le ts haue a few more of these meeters he hath great store in his head Nouice Yea and of the best in the market And your Lordship would vouchsafe to heare them Lluellen Villaine away I le heere no more of your prophesies Harper VVhen legs shall lose their length Returning wearie home from out the holy land A VVwelshman shall be king And gouerne merrie England Mered Did I not tell your Lordship hee would hit it home anon Friar My Lord he comes to your time that 's flat Nouice I maister and you marke him he hit the marke pat Friar As how Iack Nou VVhy thus when legs shall lose their length And thankes yeelde vp their strength Returning wearie home from out the holy land A VVwelshman shall bee king And gouerne merrie England VVhy my Lord in this prophesie is your aduancement as plainlie seene as a three halfepence through a dishe of butter in a sunnie date Fri. I thinke so lack for hee that sees three halfepence must tarrie till the butter be melted in the suune and so foorth applie boie Nouice Nonego maister do you and you dare Lluel. And so boy thou meanest hee that tarries this prophesie may see Long shankes shorter by the head and Lluellan weare the crowne in the field Friar By ladie my Lord you go neere the matter But what saith Morgaine Pigote more Harper In the yeare of our lorde God 1272 shall spring from the loines of Brute one whose wiues name being the perfect end of his ground shal cōsummate the peace betwixt England and VVales and bee aduaunced to ride through Cheapside with a crowne on his head and that 's ment by your lordship for your wiues name being Ellen and your owne Lluellan beareth the perfect end of your owne name so must it needes bee that for a time Ellen flee from Lluellen yee beeing betrothed in heart each to others must needes bee aduaunced to bee highest of your kinne Lluel. Iacke I make him thy prisoner Looke what waie my fortune inclines That waie goes hee Mered. Sirra see you runne swiftest Friar Farewell be farre from the Spigote Exit Nouice Now sir if our countrie Ale were as good as your Metheglen I would teach you to play the knaue or you should teache me to play the Harper Harp Ambo boye you are too light witted As I am light minded Noui. It seemed to me thou art fittest and passing well Exeunt ambo Enter Guenther to Lluellen with letters Lluel. What tidings bringeth Guenther with his haste Say man what bodes thy message good or bad Guenther Bad my lord and all in vaine I wot Thou darest thine eyes vpon the wallowing maine As erst did Aegen to behold his sonne To welcome and receiue thy welcome loue And sable sailes he saw and so maist thou For whose mishap the Brackish seas lament Edward ô Edward Lluel. And what of him Guenther Landed he is at Douer with his men From
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
Queene That hath inricht me with a goodly boye King Edward Edmund and Gloster goes into the the Queenes Chamber the Queenes Tent opens shee is discouered in her bed attended by Mary Dutches of Lancaster Ione of Acon her daughter the Queen dandles his young sonne Longsh Ladies by your leaue how doth my Nell mine owne my loue my life my heart my deare my doue my Queene my wife Eli. Ned art thou come sweet Ned welcome my ioy Thy Nell presents thee with a louely boy Kisse him and christen him after thine owne name Hey ho whom doe I see my lord of Lancaster welcome hartely Lancaster I thanke your grace sweet Nell wel mette withall Q. Eli. Brother Emund hers a kinsman of yours you must neede be acquainted Edmund A goodly boy God blesse him giue mee your hand Sir you are welcome into Wales Qu. Eli. Brother ther 's a fist I warrant you wil holde Mace as fast as euer did father or grandfather before him Longsh. But tel in now lapt in Lillie bands How with my Queen my louely boye it stands After thy iourney and these child bed paines Qu. Eli. Sicke mine owne Ned thy Nell for thy companie That lured her with thy lies all so farre To follow thee vnweldie in thy warre But I forgiue thee Ned my lims delight So thy young sonne thou see be brauelie dight And in Carnaruan christened roiallie Sweet loue let him be lapt most curiouslie He is thine owne as true as he is thine Take order then that he be passing fine Longsh My louelie Ladie let that care be lesse For my young sonne the countrey wil I feast And haue him borne as brauely to the funt As euer yet Kings sonne to Christning went Lacke thou no precious thing to comfort thee De reare then Englands Diadem vnto me Qu. Eli. Thankes gentle Lord nurse rocke the Cradle fie The King so neare and here the boie to crie Ione take him vp and sing a Lullabie Longsh. T is wel beleeue me wench godamercie Ione Edmund Shee learnes my Lord to lull a young one of her owne Qu. Eli. Giue me some drinke Longsh. Drinke Nectar my sweete Nell Worthy for seat in heauen with Ioue to dwell Eli. Gramercis Ned now wel remembred yet I haue a suite sweete lord but you must not denie it Whereas my Lord of Gloster good Clare mine host my guide Good Ned let Ione of Acon be his bride Assure your selfe that they are throughly wooed Longsh. God send the King be taken in the mood Then Neece t is like that you shall haue a husband Come hither Gloster hold giue her thy hand Take her sole daughter to the Queene of England Longsh. giues her to Gloster For newes hee brought Nell of my young sonne I promist him as much as I haue done Gloster and Ione hand in hand We humbly thanke your maiestie Edmund Much ioy may them betide A gallant bridegrome and a princely bride Longsh. Now say sweete Queene what doth my Lady craue Tell me what name shal this young Welshman haue Borne Prince of wales by Cambrias full consent Eli. Edward the name that doth me wel content Longsh. Then Edward of Carnaruan shal he be And Prince of Wales christned in roialtie D. Edmund My Lord I thinke the Queene woulde take a nappe Ione Nurse take the childe and hold in your lappe Longsh. Farewell good Ione be careful of my Queen Sleepe Nell the fairest Swan mine eies haue seene They close the Tent D. Edmund I had forgot-to aske your Maiesty How doe you with the Abbies here in Wales Longsh. As kings with rebels Mun our right preuails We haue good Robin Hood and little Iohn The Frier and the good Maid marrian Why our Lluellen is a mightie man Gloster Trust me my Lord me thinks t were very good That some good fellowes went and scourd the wood And take in hand to cudgell Robin Hood I thinke the Frier for all his lusty lookes Nor Robin rule with their gleames and hookes But would be quickely driuen to the nookes Dauid I can assure your highnes what I knowe The false Lluellen will not runne nor goe Or giue an inche of ground come man for man Nor that proude rebel called little Iohn To him that welds the massiest sword of England Gloster Welshman how wilt thou that we vnderstand But for Lluellen Dauid I denie England hath men will make Lluellen flie Maugre his beard and hide him in a hole VVearie of Englands dints and manly dole D. Edm. Gloster grow not so hot in Englands right That paints his honor out in euerie sight Long. By Gis faire Lords ere many daies be past England shall giue this Robin Hood his breakfast Dauid be secrete friend to that I saie And if I vse thy skill thou knowest the waie VVhere this proude Robin and his yeomen rome Dauid I do my Lord and blindfold thither can I run Longsh. Dauid enough as I am a Gentleman I le haue one merrie flirt with little Iohn And Robin Hood and his Maide marrian Be thou my counsell and my companie And thou maist Enlands resolution see Enter Sussex before the foure Barons of Wales Sussex May it please your maiestie here are 4. good Squires of the Cantréds where they do dwell come in the name of the whole countrey to gratulate vnto your highnes all your good fortunes and by me offer their most humble seruice to your young sonne their Prince whom they most heartely beseech God to blesse with long life and honor Longsh. Wel said Sussex I pray bid them come teare Sir Dan trust me this is kindly don of your cuntrey me Dauid Villains Traitors to the ancient glory and renowne of Cambria Morris Vaghan art thou there and thou proude Lord of Anglesee They kneele downe Enter Sussex with the foure Barrons of Wales with the Mantle of frise Mantle Barrons The poore countrey of Cambria by vs vnworthie messengers gratulats to your maiesty the birth of your young sonne Prince of Wales and in this poore prest express their most zealous duetie and affection which with all humblenes we present to your highnes sweete and sacred hands Longsh Gramercis Barons for your giftes and good wils by this means my boie shal weare a Mantle of cuntries weauing to keepe him warm and liue for Englands honor and Cambrias good I shall not neede I trust curteously to inuite you I doubt not Lords but you wil be all in readines to waite on your young Prince and doe him honor at his christning Sussex The whole countrey of Cambria round about all wel horst and attended on both men and women in their best array are come downe to doe seruice of loue and honour to our late born Prince your Maiesties son and honnie the men and women of Sowdone especially haue sent in great abundance of cattle corn enough by computacion for your highnes housheld a whole month and more Long. We thank them all and wil present our Q with
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