pretends This rank Rebellion rather took his root From wrongs in us then treacheries in VVallace And sends his forces rather to examine And question our demeanours then their treasons We must prevent it how think you Sir Jeffery Sir Jef. Troth even as you think policie must prevent it Enter Messenger Mes. Sir John Graham craves conference with the Cōmissioners Has. Admit him Enter Sir Iohn Graham A man me thinks of your experience Respect and education should not linke Your self in such a chain of counterfeits Io. Gra. Nor have I Lords but for your best advantage And Englands good traitors and dottrels Are sold for all alike he that will take them Must seem to do as they do imitate Their vicious actions strive to take upon him Their idle follies joyn companies and drive Them into a net suspectlesse Has. So did not Graham Io. Gra. Speak not before your knowledge you detain My onely daughter prisoner will Selby And his colleagues free her and pardon me If I dissolve the brood of traitors And give up Wallace in bands Sel. Let 's daughter be produc'd Enter Peggie And th' execution for awhile deferr'd Though in her cause Selby ha's lost a sonne And with him all content so deer I tender The peace of Scotland and my Soveraignes good As give the traitour to the hand of Law And with her life take thine Ieff. Good policie Peg. Aye trowe ye mean not Wallas his devoire And dowty valour merits mare repute nor Sike fawe language Gra. A fowle traitour I have converst with Wallace thrown my selfe Into his bosome mingled thoughts with him And find him neither worthy of thy love Nor my alliance Peg. Fay sa not sea my bunny Wallace luifes me Gra. Yes as a Politician does a knave For his own ends hearing thy death proclaim'd But he come in I told him on 't he smiled I urg'd thy love and constancy still he smil'd And to confirm 't he basely ha's cut off All his associates and given up himselfe Wholly to me Peg. Hawd therefor cherritie and wad yee give Him to his faes that gave His blood to your protect Enter Wallace with a guard bound Gra. I will and have For thine enlargement and my own I have No more here comes the Rebell Wal. Traiterous man Is this thy love these thy deep promises Art thou their Aspies See Selby here 's the hand Cleft thy sonnes heart Sel. For which base villain I 'le see thee hang'd Wal. Thou knowest not thy own eyes May feed the Crows assoon as mine Toads and Snakes May dig their lodgings in thy brest And Devils make faggots of thy bones first But my sentence Sel. Here Graham for thy service We enlarge thy beauteous daughter Wall A milde exchange Angels approve it Has. Next thee to thy Lands and Offices we restore Peg. And what for Wallace Sel. Race him from your thoughts Peg. Rac'd byn his name furth the Whayte buke of life that speaks it Sir Jeff. Hence Peg. Dear Wallace thoe ane shrude Hawd not our bands wees meet in yander cloud Whare na fell Southern nowther can extrude Nor bar na fra celestiall pulchritude Aid gange thy gate till heaven and as we flay Like turtle Dowes weese bill find gude play Exit Peg. Wall Rare resolution what weak heart would faint Having so constant a companion Selby my soul 's bound on a glorious voyage And would be free'd out of this jayle of flesh Then hinder not my voyage Jef. 'T is not policie wee 'l rather set it forwards Has. Raise a Gallowes fifty foot high ye shall not go by water wee 'l send you up a neerer way Wall All 's one Axe halter famine martyrdome or fire All are but severall passages to heaven Let my soule go the furthest way about Come tir'd with tortures shooting out my heart The deepest wounds like strong Certificates Find kindest welcome Enter Grimsby Gri. Stay th' execution and having read this Warrant know 'T is the Queens pleasure you send in this traitour Vnder my conduct to the English Campe Rebellion of this nature must be search'd With sharper torture Wall I outdare the worst He is no man that is afraid of death And Wallace his resolve shall out-live breath Gri. 'T is but short-liv'd else first see him bound and hud-winckt Then leave him to my care Sel. Bear with this Rebell my love Has. My service Jef. And my policie to the good Queen and Ladies Grim. Come Wallace now your pride draws neer the fall Wal. Why Grimsby if I fall 'T is but to gather stronger force to rise For as a ball 's thrown down to raise it higher So death's rebound shall make my soule aspire The glorious clouds so long I die secure Death cannot threat more then I dare endure Gri. No not a man more then my private followers The Queen enjoyns it Exeunt Wa. and Gri. Has. Farwell valiant Grimsby and farwell danger Ief. Policie and all Sel. The traitors fled and Wallace thus supprest My sons blouds paid and his wrong'd ghost at rest Has. And the whole land at quiet wher 's Sir Iohn Graham Wee 'l joyn him partner in Commission 'T will be a means to make our party strong And keep down mutinies search out old Wallace And hang the Carle at his own door Sir Ieffrey Place tables in the streets bonefires and bels Since without cause they murmur let u'm know That with their knees wee 'l make their proud harts bow Sir Jeffrey be you Master of the Feast You keep the purse if money fall out short Send out for more you have commission for 't Exeunt Act. II. Enter Grimsbie two or three followers VVallace bound and hoodwinkt Gr. VVHat talk'st of Conscience th' art an apparant rebell Wall How can he be a rebell was nere subject What right has Edward to the Crowne of Scotland The sword except more than my selfe or Grymsbie Gri. What greater right then conquest Wall Then what cause Iuster thou mine respected Country man Thou hast beene nobly valued and held ranke With best deservers look upon the wounds And mortall stabs of that distressed breast That gave thee suck see thy poore brethren slaves Thy sisters ravisht and all out-rages That bloudy Conquest can give lycence to See this and then aske Conscience if the man That with his bloud seeks generall reformation Deserves the name of Traitour Whither do'st leade me Gri. To Northumberland And Beaumont Wa. Butchers do your worst Torture I spit defiance in thy face And death embrace thee with as kinde a narme As if thou wert Enter old Wallace Peggie Graham Frier Coming and Mentith O. Wa. Thy Father Peg. And thy waife Wall In heaven or in a slumber who resolves me Speake am I dead or living or asleep Or all or both or neither tell me fate Me thinks I see my Father warlike Graham The Fryer what Peggie too I prethee joye Do not ore-flow my sences deerest friends Pegg Father Coming Mentith Graham
it ye sulled sea so man VVallace Cut of my shancks too cause I ran away from him To serve your gude Prince harke man I weare Na shooen but wodden clampers Gla. Of charity leade us to th' English Campe Ye shall besides thanks be most royally payd Wal. Gang alang man t is hard by now a mans head I deempt the pure man had gangand lang to lawe And sae was thrust out of dores by head and shoulders Glas. No lawe was ere so cruell as Wallas is Wa. Ne marry na law sa cruell fay man fay I luick'd upon a man a lawe not lang since that sent an awde man and his wife and many barnes a begging he had better a slizand theire weazond pipes and cut theire heads off but whay was a sa bludy mynded thinke ye Gla. I cannot judge Wa. Marry man to get possession of the pure mans house but there was a cat ganged beyond the man a lawe Gla. A cat goe beyond a lawyer how Wa. I 'le tell you how the man a lawe being got in the Cat outreach'd him and leaped to th' top o th lindging and standand on the tyles the man a lawe scoarning any ane to be abuife him offer to fling and ding and downe the poore puscatt but she meawed at him and cryed hawd thou foule lowne hawd as thou thrusts out this poore man and his barnes sa there is ane abuife sall thrust out thee stay blind man here comes souldiers Enter Bolt with three or foure tattar'd Souldiers Omn. Stand que voula spyes about our trenches Bolt And see they have knock'd some man downe sirra You that carry two faces under a hood What are you 1 So. He must be prest he will not speake Bol. What art thou I charge thee hast thou neere a tongue In thy head give the word Gla, He has no tounge indeed sir Bol. Two heads and neere a tongue what are you That like a blind asse stand still and cannot tell us so Gla. I 'me blind indeed Conduct us to the Lords i' th' English Campe 2 So. How Lords are you Ladyes that you long for Lords Bol. Do you take us for gulls to goe tell the Lords here 's a dumbe man would speake with 'em what are you sirra come halt not le ts not find you in two tales y' are best Wa. Ize a Scotch man sir ye shall neere find me in twa tales Bo. A Scotch man sir do you know where you are sir Your blew bonnet on before an English scull Where 's your leg sir when an Officer speaks to you Wa. My leg sir is not in my galligaskin and flop as yours is I 'ze a pure Scotch souldier out at heeles and am glad to bestirr my stumps guide these gude men y' are wranged Countrymen wha that fawse traytor Wallace has misusand in sike wise Om. Wallas oh slave Bolt I shall live fellows in armes out at Elbows To give fire to my peece with a burnt ynch of match Made of that rascals fat of mawegut Wa. By my sawle sir wad I might come To 'th making of sike a match Bol. Here 's my hand because thou sayest so Thou shalt be by when I make him give fire to my touch-hole Enter Queene Elenor Clifford Percy Beaumont and others Omn. The Lords are going to view the trenches Bol. Every man to his parrapet To your trenches you tatterd roagues Cli. It s well done fellowes Bol. Cry your Lordship mercy This blind buzzard here cannot see Whither will you march headlong my friend Per. What men are these Bol. I leave them to your Honors sifting I have fortifications to look too Cliff There 's drinking money hence to your works Bol. Blesse your honours Exeunt Bolt and Sould. Percy What men are these I aske will no man speak Gla. Heare and in hearing wish the sound unheard Youthfull Sebastian nephew to the Queene Longing to see the man fam'd for th' excesse Or goodnes and of badnes seeing unjoyned In honored Embassie disguis'd attempted The rebell Wallaces presence Omn. Glascot and Mountford Clif. Who did this damned villany Gla. Our message told The traytor newly set on fire with madnes Showing the mangled bodies of a Fryer His wife and father burst out into flames Hye hot and violent In which fierce rage Revolted Grimsby knew Sebastian Tho Herald like he went disguis'd and seazed Him and us for three intelligencing spies Cut off his head his tongue and Glascots eyes Per. Hang up this provide for these trufle him up Wa. What sen ye man Exeunt Moun. and Glas. Per. What slave what Turke that murders his owne brethren Durst play the tyrant thus hang all the Nation Whom we have tane to mercy I 'le not spare Fathers nor mothers nor their bawling barnes fire their houses hang up this tike first Wal. Ah bonny men I met um playe and at bo-peep gangand out a their way and sall I be hanged for my good deeds of charrity I 'ze a poor Scutch souldier and am ron away from that Rebell Wallas to feight and for your gude Prince ah he 's a gude King and y' are all bonny men I 'ze follow ye all to the death and to the Devill and ony man dare gang so far for all my clutches giffe I clutch Wallace he 's neer carry it till hell nor heaven Per. If he do may Percies name be crost Out of the roll of men Clif. So much swears Clifford Per. Sneak not away sirra y' are not gone yet VVal. I ken it vary wee l I 'ze not gangan to hanging yet Clif. Yet though a traitour thus much let me speak For absent VVallace were the case your own Or one that 's baser having any spirit A murder'd father and a bleeding wife Mangled before him would strike fire in snow Make loyalty turn traitor and obedience Forget all duty El. But our Nephews death And the disgrace done our Embassadours Clif. They then put off their title and put on The name of spies when in their companies They take disguis'd observers VVal. By my sawle the English are gallant men Per. No snare to intrap this Wolfe Clif. How Northumberland intrap a fo Sure 't is no English word Clifford at least was ne're acquainted with 't Give him fair summons dare him to the field And trap him then VVal. Ah bony man Per. His being a traitour warrants it dispatch A second message with acknowledgment Of former wrongs to our Embassadours With promise of a friendly enterview Early to morrow impartially to heare Their wrongs and mildely minister redresse Clif. Insnare him so and spare not for you 'le finde I feare That Selby Haslerig and the rest Lay yokes too heavy on the Nations neck El. If they do punish 'em Clif. Punish 'em sdeath hang 'em Per. Shall we agree to have such message sent To allure this bloudy Tygre into th' net And waking then or sleeping kill him Clif. No Per. All stratagems are lawfull 'gainst a fo
without laws and where law ha's her eyne there Lawyers Pettifoggers swarme therfore the Lawyers here are sharks and gudgeons the poore Clyents Wallace within Wa. Wa ho ro sol fa sol fa Bo. Harke Ie. Peace Bolt Bol. Nay peace you good sir Ieffery peace peace Wa. Sol la sol la sol la sol la Bo. Some Faulconers teaching his Hawke pricksong Shall I mocke him in 's owne key Ie. Do Bo. Sol fa sol fa here boy Enter Wallace Wa. Here boy wa ha ho ho All haile to you two Bo. And all snow to you sir Ie. Sirra what art thou that wishest all the haile to light upon us two Bo. Answer wisely to my master For hee 's a Iustice of peace and you 'l be smelt out Wal. I am a drown'd rat Ie. A Rat Bo. Do you take sir Ieffrey for a Rat-catcher You le tell a sweet tale for your selfe anon Wal. Pox rot you I am shipwrack't Give me some meate Bo. Shall I make his Mittimus he begs sir Wa. I'ha met more then my match Neptune and I Wrastling for fals he got the masterie I 'me with his beating bruis'd weary cold weak Liquor'd soundly Bo. He 's drunk VVal. Yet so thirstie scarce can speak If ye be men help me to food and fire Ie. What Countryman art thou sirra VVal. A Scot give me some victuals pray Bo. No minde but of thy belly Ie. Sirra sirra you are a Scot and I a true English Justice Bo. Not a word of Latine neither Justice nor Clarke Ie. Peace Bolt in the Kings name I charge thee if you will eat bread earn bread take up this luggage sirra follow me home to my house thou shalt have good bread good drink and good fire up I command thee Wal. I am necessities slave and now must beare Bo. Must nay shall are not the English your good Lords and Masters Wal. Well they are Bo. Do you grumble sir on sir Jeffrey Ie. Have an eye to him Bolt lest he give us the slip And were you in this terrible storm at Sea say you VVal. Over head and eares sir Bo. If th' execution had been upon the land Sir Ieffrey as 't was upon the Sea your worship had been in a worse pickle then he Ie. Why Knave why Bo. Because he that ha's a bad name is half-hang'd And your worship knowes ye have but an ill name Ie. Thou Varlet is not wise good Bo. Yes come along porter wise is good Ie. And is not acre good Bo. Yes passing good Ie. Why should Wiseacre being put together be nought then Bo. Is not Plumb-porridge good Sir Ieffrey Ie. Yes Wa. Would I had this trunk full of 'em Bo. Peace Greedi-gut Plum-porridge is good and Bag-pudding is good but put them together and they are filthy meat Ie. Well that 's true Wal. Right sir Sets down the Trunk Ie. How now Wal. Hunger is good and two Woodcocks are good But the feathers of those two Woodcocks must be pluck'd first Ie. Hold I charge thee Wal. Y are a scurvy Iustice yare man 's an Asse and you another with a velvet foot-cloth on your back I ken ye vary wee l and I se knock ye vary wee le if any thing be worth victales it goes down here Bo. The Devill choake you if you be a man of your word Wal. Wiseacres if you would fain know who ha's got this trash from yee 't is I Wallace the Scot Both Wallace Bo. Flie sir Ieffrey He calls us Woodcocks let 's flie and raise the Country Wal. D' e ye grumble raise the Devill and spare not Exeunt Wert thou a chest of gold I 'de give thee all for victuals Hunger they say will break stone wals Your chops are not so hard Ye shall burst tho with iron ribs ye were bar'd victuals wine too few justices doe feed the hungry thus o these VViseacres are the bravest fellowes specially English VViseacres Enter Selby miserably poore Sel. I 'le now be my own carver misery and age Want and despaire have brought me to deaths doore And shall I not enter yes I will this key Shall doo 't is death so surly may a poore man Speake sooner with a King then speake with him When he has most need of him ugly leane slave So I may see him no matter for a grave Wall How now what do'st looke for Sel. For that which a quarter of the world Wants a tree to be hang'd upon Wall Art weary of thy life Selby Yes all men are of their old wives my life ha's gone up and downe with me this threescore and odde yeares 't is time to be weary on 't I thinke now Wal. And when tha 'st hang'd thy selfe whither do'st thinke to go then Sel. To the Linnen-draper VVa. What Linnen-draper Sel. The richest in the world my old Grandmother the Earth how many paire of sheets has she had thinke ye since Adam and Eve lay together It 's the best Inne to lye at a man shall be sure of good linnen Wal. Who dwels hereabouts Sel. One upon whom all the poore in the Countrey cryes out VVa. Whos 's that Sel. Scarcity dearth penurie famine hunger I have not knowne that man lives by food these foure dayes and therefore I 'le descend to th' Antipodes because I 'le kicke at this world Wall Stay famine shall not kill thee sit and eate Thy belly full thy cares in good wine drowne By my owne fall I pitty others downe Is 't not good cheere Sel. Brave I thanke you for it how many beggers does a rich man eate at his table at one meale when those few crummes are able to save a mans life how came you sir into this fearefull nest of Screech-owles and Ravens Wa. Cast up by the Sea I was shipwrack'd and lost all my company Sel. Would I had beene one of 'em I have lost more then you have done I ha' lost all that I had but my sinnes and they hang so heavy on my eye-lids I can scarce look so high as the brimmes of my hatt to heaven I have such a minde downwards I have almost forgot who dwels over my head Wa. Looke up be not afraid there raignes no tyrant Wud thou hadst beene with me at sea Sel. So wud I Wa. Hadst thou an Atheist been and God not known Th'adst found him in the deepe there hee 's best showne He that at Sea is shipwrackt and denyes A Deity being there sav'd damn'd lives and dyes Man no where in the twinckling of an eye Is throwne so neare to hell or rais'd so high Towards heaven then when hee 's toss'd upon the waves It must be a hand omnipotent there that saves But how came you sir hither Sel. I was banish'd from England but that grieves me not But I kill'd an old man he was call'd Wallace Wa. Ha Sel. Wallace and me thinks hee 's still at mine elbow Wa. Elbowe idle Selby my fathers murderer Thinke not upon it sit eat heartily Thy last sit downe I say never