some where here about le ts first go drinke and then go seeke him out Exeunt Enter King Edward againe and Hobs. K. Ed How saist thou Tanner wilt thou take my courser for thy mare Ho. Courser callst thou him so ill mought I fare thy skittish iade will neuer abide to carry my lether my hornes nor hide But if I were so mad to scorce what boote wouldst thou giue nice K. Ed. May boote that 's boote woorthie I looke for boot of thée Hob. Ha ha a merrie Iigge why man Brocke my mare knowes ha and ree and will stand when I crie ho and let me get vp and downe and make water when I doe Ed. I le giue thee a Noble if I like her pace lay thy Cowhides in my saddle and le ts iog towards Drayton Hob. It 's out of my way but I begin to like thee well Ed. Thou wilt like me better before we doe part I pray thée tell mee what say they of the King Hob. Of the kings thou mean'st art thou no blab if I tel thée Ed. If the King know 't not now hee shall neuer know it for mee Hob. Masse they say King Harrie 's a very aduowtrie man King A deuout man and what 's King Edward Hob. Hee s a franke franion a merrie companion and loues a wench well they say he has married a poore widdow because shee s faire King Dost thou like him the worse for that Hob. No by my feckens but the better for though I bee a plaine Tanner I loue a faire lasse my selfe King Prée tell mee how loue they King Edward Hob. Faith as poore folks loue hollidaies glad to haue them now and then but to haue them come too often will vndo them so to sée the king now and then ti 's comfort but euerie day would begger vs and I may to thée we feare wée shal be troubled to lend him no money for we doubt hee s but néedie King Wouldst thou lend him no money if he should neede Hob. By my hallidome yes he shall haue halfe my store and I le sell sole leather to helpe him to more King Faith whether louest thou better Harry or Edward Hob. Nay that 's coúnsel two may kéep it if one be a way Kin. Shal I say my conscience I think Harry is the true king Hob. Art aduisde of that Harrie 's of the old house of Lancasher and that progenitie do I loue K. And thou dost not hate the house of Yorke H. Why no for I am iust a kin to Sutton Wind-mill I can grinde which way so ere the wind blow if it bee Harrie I can say wel fare Lancaster if it be Edward I can sing Yorke Yorke for my monse Kin. Thou art of my mind but I say Harrie 's the lawfull King Edward is but an vsurper and a foole and a coward H. Nay there thou lyest he has wit inough and courage inough doe thou not speake treason King I but I know to whom I speake it Hob. Dost thou well if I were Constable I shoulde be forsworne if I set thee not in the stockes for it King Well let it go no further for I did serue King Harrie and I loue him best though now I serue King Edward Hob. Thou art the arranter knaue to speake ill of thy maister but sirra what 's thy name what office hast thou and what will the King doe for thee King My name is Ned I am the Kings Butler and he wil do more for me then for any Noble man in the Court Hob. The diuel he wil hee s the more foole and so I le tel him if ere I see him I would I might sée him in my poore house at Tamworth K. Go with me to the Court and I le bring thée to the king what sute so ere thou haue to him the warrant thée to speede H. I ha nothing to do at Court I le home with my cowhids and if the King will come to me he shall be welcome K. Hast thou no sute touching thy trade to transport hides or sell leather onely in a certaine circuite or about Barke or such like to haue letters pattents H. By the Masse and the Mattens I like not those Pattents sirra they that haue them doe as the Priests did in old time buy and sell the sinnes of the people so they make the King beléeue they mend what 's amisse and for money they make the thing worse then it is there 's another thing in too the mor is the pitie K. What pittie Iohn Hobs I prée say all Hobs. Faith ti 's pittie that one subica should haue in his hand that might do good to many through the land K. Satest thou me so Tanner well le ts cast lots whether thou shalt go with me to Drayton or I go home with thee to Tamworth H. Lot me no lotting I le not goe with thee if thou wilt go with me cause th art my Leiges man and yet I thinke bee has many honester thou shalt bee welcome to Iohn Hobs thou shalt be welcome to biefe and bacon and perhaps a bag-pudding and my daughter Nell shall pop a possett vpon thee when thou gost to bed K. Here 's my hand I le but go see the King seru'de and I le be at home as soone as thy selfe H. Dost thou heare me Ned if I shall be thy host Make haste thou art best for feare thou kisse the Post Exit Hobs. K. Farewell Iohn Hobs the honest true Tanner I see plaine men by obseruation Of things that alter in the chaunge of times Doghter knowledge and the meanest life Proportioned with content sufficiencie Is merier then the mightie state of Kings Enters How an Sellinger Now now what newes bring ye sirs Where 's the Queene Sel. Her Highnes and your mother my dread Lord Are both inuited by Sir Humphrey Bowes Where they entend to feast and lodge this night And do expect your Graces presence there K. Tom Sellinger I haue other busines Astray from you and all my other traine I met a Tanner such a merrie mate So frolicke and so full of good conceit That I haue giuen my word to be his guest Because he knowes me not to be the King Good Cosen Howard grudge not at the lest But greete my mother and my wife from mee Bid them be merrie I must haue my humor Let them both sup and sléepe when they see time Commend me kindly to Sir Humphrey Bowes Tell him at breakefast I will visite him This night Tom Sellinger and I must feast With Hobs the Tanner there plaine Ned Tom No King nor Sellinger for a thousand pound Enter a Messenger booted with letters and kneeling giues them to the King How The Queen Dutches will be discontent Because his Highnes comes not to the feast Sel. Sir Humphrey Bowes may take the most conceit But what 's the end the King will haue his pleasure King Good newes my boyes Harrie the sixt is dead peruse
THE FIRST AND SECOND partes of King Edward the fourth Contayning his merrie pastime with the Tanner of Tamwoorth as also his loue to fayre Mistresse Shoare her great promotion fall and miserie and lastly the lamentable death of both her and her husband Enter King Edward the Dutches of Yorke the Queene the Lord Howard and sir Thomas Sellinger Dutchesse SOnne I tell ye you haue done you know not what King I haue married a woman else I am deceiued mother Dutch Married a woman married indéed Here is a marriage that befits a King It is no matudile it was done in haste Here is a Bridall and with hell to boote You haue made worke King Faith mother some we haue indéed but ere long you shall see vs make worke for an heire apparant I doubt not nay nay come-come Gods will what chiding stille Dutch O God that ere I livde to see this day King By my faith mother I hope you shal see the night too and in the morning I wil be bold to â—ld you to the Christning Grandmother and Godmother to a Prince of Wales tut mother t is a stirring world Dutch Haue you sent Warwicke into France for this King No by my faith mother I sent Warwicke into France for an other but this by chance being néerer hand and comming in the way I cannot tell how we concluded and now as you see are going about to get a young King Dutch But tell me sonne how will you answere this I st possible your rash vnlawfull act Should not bréed mortail hate betwixt the Realmes What may the French King thinke when he shall heare That whilst you send to entreat about his daughter Basely to take a subiect of your owne What may the Princesse Bona think of this Our noble Cosin Warwicke that great Lord That Center-shaking thunderclap of warre That like a Colum propt the house of Yorke And boare our white Rose brauely in his top When he shall heare his embassage abusor In this but made an instrument by you I know his soule will blush within his bosome And shame will sit in Scarlet on his Brew To haue his honor toucht with this foule blemish Sonne sonne I tell you that is done by you Which yet the child that is vnborne shall rue King Tush mother you are deceiude all true subiectes shall haue cause to thanke God to haue their King borne of a true English woman I tell you it was neuer well since wee imatched with strangers so our children haue béene still like Chickens of the halfe kind but where the rocke and the hen be both of one breede there is like to be birdes of the game heare you mother heare you had I gone to it by fortune I had made your sonnes George and Dicke to haue stoode gaping after the crowne this wench mother is a widow and hath made proofe of her valour and for any thing I know I am as like to do the deed as John Gray her husband was I had rather the people praied to blesse mine heire then selide me an heire hold your peace if you can see there was neuer mother had a to warder sonne why Cosin Howard and Tom Sellinger heard you euer such a coyle about a wife How My soueraigne Lord with patience beare her splaine Your princely mothers zeale is like a riuer That from the free aboundance of the waters Breakes out into this inundation From her aboundant care this rage proceeds O'er swolne with the extremitie of loue Sel. My Lord my Lord auoid a womans humor If you resist this tumor of her will Here you shall haue her dwell vpon this passion Untill she lade and dull our eares againe Séeme you but sorie for what you haue done And straight shée le put the finger in the eye With comfort now since it cannot be helpt But make you shew to iustifie the act If euer other language in her lips Then out vpon it it is abhominable I dare be hangde Say any thing it makes no matter what Then thus be wearied with a womans chat Dutch I I you are the spaniels of the Court And thus you fawn and sooth your wanton king But Edward hadst thou prizde thy maiestie Thou neuer wouldst haue staind thy princely state with the base leauings of a subiects bed Nor borne the blemish of her Bigamie A widow i st not a goodly thing Grayes children come aske blessing of the King Qu. Nay I beséech your Grace my Lady York Euen as you are a Princesse and a widow Thinke not so meanely of my widowhood A spotlesse virgin came I first to Gray With him I liude a true and faithfull wife And since his hie emperiall maiestie Hath pleasde to blesse my poore deiected state With the high Soueraigne title of his Quéene I here protest before the host of heauen I came as chaste a widow to his bed As when a virgin I to Gray was wed King Come come haue done now haue you chid enough Gods fote we were as merie ere she came as any people in Chrstendome I with the mistris and these with the maides onely wee haue no fidlers at our feast but mother you haue made a fit of mirth welcome to Grafton mother by my troth you are euen iust come as I wished you here let vs go to supper and in Charitie giue vs your blessing ere we go to Bedde Dutc. O Edward Edward flie and leaue this place Wherein poore Gllie King thou art inchanted This is her dam of Bedfords worke her mother That hath bewitcht thée Edward my poore childe Dishonour not the Princes of thy land To make the them kneele with reuerence at her féete That ere thou dost empale with soueraintie They would haue scorned to haue looked vpon There 's no such difference twixt the greatest Péere And the poore silliest kitching maide that liues Aais bet wirt thy worthines and hers Quee. I do confesse it yet my Ladie Yorke My mother is a duchesse as you are A Princesse borne the Duke of Bedfords wife And as you know a daughter and a sister Unto the royall bloud of Burgundie But you cannot so basely thinke on me As I do thinke of these vaine worldly titles God from soule my sinne as farre deuide As I am farre from boasting in this pride Selling. Madam she is the mirror of her kind Had she but so much spleene as hath a gnatte Her spirits would startle to abide your taunts She is a Saint and Madam you blaspheme to wrong so sweete a Ladie Duch. Thou art a minion and a flatterer Sellin. Madam but that you are my soueraignes mother I would let you know you wrong a Gentleman Howard Good Cosin Sellinger haue patience Her Graces rage by too much violence Hath spent it selfe alreadie into aire Déere Madam I beseeth you on my knee Tender that louing kindnesse to the Quéene That I dare sweare she doth in soule to you Edw. Well said good Cose I pray thee make them friends why
wounds Whose recreant limbes are nocht with gaping scarres Thicker then any carking craft-mans score Whose very skalpe is scracht and crasde and broken Like an old mazzer beaten on the stones And standest thou now to saue our maimed men A plague vpon thee coward Spi. Why how now base Thomas Swounds wert thou a base Viall thou art but a rascall and a rebell as I am hearest thou if I do not turne true Subiect and leaue thee let me be wooried with dogs Swounds dost thou impeach my manhood Tom Neuill thou hadst as good to haue damnde thy selfe as vttered such a word flatly I forsake thee and all that loue Ned Spicing follow me Here the rest offer to follow Fal. Come come yee testie soule thou séest me gréeude Yet canst not beare with mine infirmitie Thou knowest I hold thee for as tall a man As any liues or breathes our English ayre I know there liues not a more fierie spirit A more resolued daliant a plague vpon it Thou knowest I loue thée yet if a word escape My lips in anger how teastie then thou art I had rather all men left me then thy selfe Thou art my soule thou art my Genius I cannot liue without thee not an hower Thus must I still be forc'd against my will aside To sooth this durtie slaue this cowardly rascall Come come be friends ye teastie firebrand We must retire there is no remedie Spi. Nay Tom if thou wilt haue me mount on the walles And cast my selfe downe headlong on their pikes He doe it but to impeach my valour Had any man but thou spoke halfe so much I would haue spilt his heart still be ware My valour such words go hardly downe Well I am friends thou thoughtest not as thou spakest Fal. No on my soule thou thinkest not that I did Sound a retreat there I commaund ye strait But whither shall wée retire Spi. To Mileend Greene there 's no fitter place Fal. Then let vs backe retire to Mileend Greene And there expect fresh succour from our friends With such supply as shall ere long assure The Citic is our owne march on away Exeunt Enter the L. Maior with his traine and Prentises Maior Ye haue bested yée like good Cittizens And she wne your selues true subiects to your king You worthily prentise bestirde your selues That it did there my heart to sée your valour The rebels are retirde to Mileend Greene Re. Where so we may not suffer them to rest But issue forth vpon them with fresh force los. My L. Maior diligence doth well and so forth Matters must be looked into as they ought indéed should they when things are well done they are and so forth for causes and things must indeede be lookd into Ma. Well sir we verie well conceiue your meaning And you haue shewne your selfe a worthie gentleman See that our wals be kept with courts of guard And well defended against the enemie For we will now withdraw vs to Guild hall To take aduise what further must be don Exeunt Enter Master Shoare and Ianc his wife Shore Be not afraid swéet heart the worst is past God haue the praise the victorie is ours We haue preuailde the rebels are repulsde And euerie streete of London soundeth ioy Canst thou then gentle Ianc be sad alone Ianc. I am not sad now you are here with me My toy my hope my comfort and my loue My déere déere husband kindest Mathew shoare But when these armes the circles of my soule Were in the fight so forward as I heard How could I choose swéet heart but be afraid Sho. Why dost thou tremble now when peril 's past Ia. I thinke vpon the horror of the tune But tell me why you fought so desperately Sho. First to maintaine King Edwards royaltie Next to defend the Cities libertie But chiefly tane to keepe thee from the foyle Of him that to my face did how thy spoyle Had he preuailde where then had béene our liues Dishonored our daughters rauished our faire wiues Possest our goods and set our seruants free Yet all this nothing to the losse of thee Ia. Of mee sweet heart why how should I be lost Were I by thousand stormes of fortune tost And should endure the poorest wretched life Yet Iane will be thy honest loyall wife The greatest Prince the sunne did euer see Shall neuer make me proue vntrue to thee Sh. I feare not faire meanes but a rebels force Ia. These hands shal make this bodie a dead corse ere force or flatterie shall mine honour staine Sh. True fame suruiues when death the flesh hath slaine Enter an Officer from the Lord Maior Of. God saue ye maister Shore and mistris by your leaue Sir my L. Maior sends for ye by Maior And prates your speedie presence at Guild hall There 's newes the rebels haue made head again And haue ensconcde themselues vpon Mileend And presently our armed men must out You being Captaine of two companies In honour of your valour and your skill Must lead the vaward God right stand with yee Sh. Friend tell my Lord I le wait vpon him strait Ia. Friend tel my Lord he does my husband wrong To set him formost in the danger still Ye shall not go if I may haue my will S. Peace wife no more friend I wil follow yée Exit Ia. I faith ye shall not prethée do not go Sh. Not go swéet heart that were a cowards trick A traitors part to shrinke when others fight Enuie shall neuer say that Mathew Shoare The Goldsmith staid when other men went out To meete his Kings and countries enemie No Iane gainst all the rebels on Mileend I dare alone K. Edwards right defend Ia. If you be slaine what shall become of mée Sh. Kight well my wench I nowe wil marrie thée I leaue thee worth at least fiue thousand pound Ia. Marrie again that word my heart doth wound I le neuer marrie nor I will not liue She weeps If thou be kild let me go with thée Mat Sh. T is idle talke good Iane no more of that Go to my Ladie Maioresse and the rest As you are still companion with the best With them be merrie and pray for our good speed Ia. To part from thee my very heart doth bléed Exeunt Enter Falconbridge with his troupes marching as being at Mileend Fa. Yet stand we in the sight of vpreard Troy And sucke the ayre she drawes our euerie breath Flies from our nostrils warme vnto the walles We beard her bristling spires her battled towres And proudly stand and gaze her in the face Looke on me and I doubt not ye imagine My worth as great as any one of yours My fortunes would I basely fawne on Edward To be as faire as anie mans in England But he that kéepes your soueraigne in the Towre Hath seazde my land and robd me of my right I am a Gentleman as well as hee What he hath got he holds by tyrannie Now if you faint or cowardly should flie
it about To hemme vs in or get the gate of vs And therefore Cosin Shoare as I repose Trust in thy valour and thy loyaltie Draw forth thrée hundred bowmen and some pikes And presently encounter their assault Sho. I haue your meaning and effect my Lord I trust shall disappoint them of their hope After an alarum Enter Spicing with a drum and certaine Soldiours Spi. Come on my harts we will be kings to night Carouse in Gold and sléepe with marchants wiues While their poore husbands loose their liues abroad We are now quite behind our enemies backs And there 's no let or hindrance in the way But we may take possession of the towne Ah you mad rogues this is the wished houre Follow your leader and be resolute As he marcheth thinking to enter Shoare and his souldiours issue forth and repulse him after excursions wherein the rebels are disperst Enter Maior Reco Shoa Iosseline and a Messenger talking with the Maior Ma. I my good friend so certifie his grace The Rebels are dispersed all and fled And now his Highnes méetes with victorie Exit Mess. Marshall your sclues and kéepe in good aray To adde more glorie to this victorie The King in person commeth to this place How great an honour haue you gainde to day And how much is this Citie famde for euer That twise without the helpe eyther of King Or any but of God and our owne selues We haue preuailde against our countries foes Thankes to his maiestie assisted vs Who alwaies helps true subiects in their néed The Trumpets sound then enters king Edward L. How Sellenger and the traine King Where is my Lord Maior Ma. Here dread Soueraigne I hold no Lordship nor no dignitie In presence of my gracious Lord the King But all I humble at your highnes féete With the most happie conquest of proud rebels Dispearst and fled that now remaines no doubt Of euer making head to vexe vs more King You haue not tane the bastard Falconbridge Or is he slaine Ma. Neither my gracious Lord Although we labourd to our vttermost Yet all our care came ouer short For apprehending him or Spicing eyther But some are taken others on proffered grace Yéelded themselues and at your mercie stand K. Thanks good L. Maior you may condemne vs Of too much slacknes in such vrgent néed But we assure you on our royall word So soone as we had gathered vs a power We dallied not but mane all hast we could What order haue ye tane for Falconbridge And his confederates in this rebellion Ma. Vnder your leaue my Liedge we haue proclaimd Who bringeth Falconbridge aliue or dead Shall be requited with a thousand markes As much for Spicing others of lesse worth At easier rates are set K. Well haue ye done And wee will see it paid from our Erchequer Now leaue we this and come to you That haue so well deserude in these affaires Affaires I meane of so maine consequence Kneele downe and all of you receiue in field The honor you haue merited in field There he drawes his sword and knights them Arise Sir Iohn Crosbie L. Maior of London Knight Arise vp Sir Ralph Iosseline knight Arise Sir Thomas Vrswicke our Recorder of London and Knight Now tell me which is M. Shoare Ma. This same my Lord And hand to hand he fought with Falconbridge King Shoare knéele thou downe What call yée else his name Recor. His name is Mathew Shoare my Lord K. Shoare why kneelest thou not and at thy Soueraignes hand receiue thy right Shoare Pardon me gracious Lord I do not stand contemptuous or despising Such royall fauour of my Soueraigne But to acknowledge mine vnworthines Farre be it from the thought of Mathew Shoare That he should be aduanc'de with Aldermen With our L. Maior our right graue Recorder If any thing hath béene performde by me That may deserue your Highnes mean'st respect I haue inough and I desire no more Then let me craue that I may haue no more King Well be it as thou wilt some other way We will deuise to quittance thy deserts And not to faile therein vpon my word Now let me tell ye all my friends at once Your King is married since you saw him last And haste to helpe you in this néedfull time Made me on sudden to forsake my bride But séeing all things are fallen out so well And there remaines no further doubt of ill Let me intreate you would goe boote your selues And bring your King a little on his way How say you my Lord shall it be so Ma. Now God forbid but that my Lord the King Should alwaies haue his Subiects at command Ios. Forbid quotha I in good sadnes your maiestie shall finde vs alwaies readie and so forth King Why then set forward Gentlemen And come L. Maior I must conferre with you Exeunt Enter Falconbridge and spicing with their weapons in their hands Spi. Art thou the man whose victories drawn at sea Fild euerie heart with terror of thy name Art thou that Neuill whom we tooke thee for Thou art a lowse thou bastard Falconbridge Thou baser then a bastard in whose birth The very dregs of seruitude appeares Why tell me liuer of some rotten shéepe After by thy allurements we are brought To vndertake this course after thy promises Of many golden mountaines to ensue Is this the greatest comfort thou canst giue Hast thou insnarde our héedles feet with death And brought vs to the Jebbet of defame And now do'st bid vs shift and saue our selues No crauen were I sure I should be tane I would not stirre my feete vntill this hand Had venged me on thee for misguiding vs Fal. Opprobrious villaine stable excrement That neuer dreamst of other manhood yet But how to ierke a horse vntill my words Insusde into thee resolutions sire Controlst thou me for that wherein thy selfe Art onely the occasion of mishap Hadst thou and they stood to it as well as I The day had beene our owne and London now That laughes in triumph should haue wept in teares But being backt by such faint harted slaues No marualle if the Lion go to wracke As though it were not incident to Kings Sometime to take repulse mine is no more Nor is not for that muddie braine of thine To tutor me how to digest my losse Then flie with those that are alreadie fled Or stay behind and hang all but the head Spi. Oh preiudice to Spicings conquering name Whose valor euen the hacks this sword has made Vpon the flint and yron barres at Aldgate Like mouthes wil publish whiles the City stands That I shrunke that I was neuer seene To shew my manly spleene but with a whipe I tell thee Falconbridge the least of these Do challenge bloud before they be appeasde Fal. Away ye scoundrell tempt not my resolue The courage that suruiues in Falconbridge Scornes the incounter of so base a drudge Spi. By the pure temper of this sword of mine By this true
know I was knighted in the field For my good seruice to my Lord the king And therefore I may weare it lawfully In Court in Cittie or at any royall banquet But soft Iohn Crosbie thou forgetst thy selfe And dost not mind thy birth and parentage Where thou wast born whence thou art deriu'd I do not shame to say the Hospitall Of London was my chiefest fostering place There did I learne that neare vnto a Crosse Commonly called Cow Crosse neare Islington An honest Citizen did chaunce to find me A poore Shooemaker by trade he was And doubting of my Chrystendome or no Calde me according to the place he found me Iohn Crosbie finding me so by a Crosse The Maisters of the Hospitall at further yeares Bound me apprentise to the Grocers trade Wherin God pleasde to blesse my poore endeuors That by his blessings I am come to this The man that found me I haue well requited And to the Hospitall my fostering place An hundred pound a yeare I giue for euer Likewise in memorie of me Iohn Crosbie In Bishopgate stréete a poore house haue I built And as my name haue called it Crosbie house And when as God shall take me from this life In little S. Hellens will I be buried All this declares I boast not of my birth But found on earth I must returne to earth But God for his pittie I forget my selfe The King my Soueraigne Lord wil come anone And nothing is as yet in readines Where are ye cosin Shoare nay where is Mistris Shoare Oh I am sory that shee staies so long See what it is to be a widower And lacke a Ladie Maioresse in such need Enter M. Shoare and Mistresse Shoare Oh are ye come welcome good Cosin Shoare But you indéed are welcome gentle Niece Needs must you be our Ladie Maioresse now And helpe vs or else we are shamde for euer Good Cosin still thus am I bolde with you Sh. With all my heart my Lord thank ye too That you do please to vse our homely help Ma. Why sée how neatly she bestirs her selfe And in good sooth makes huswifery to shine Ah had my Ladie Maioresse liu'de to see Faire Mistresse Shoare thus beautifie her house She would haue beene not little proud thereof Iane Well my Lord Maior I thanke you for that flout But let his Highnesse now come when he please All things are in a perfect readines They bring forth a Table and serue in the banquet Maio. The more am I beholding Niece to you That take such paines to saue our credit now My seruants are so slacke his Maiestie Might haue béene here before we were preparde But peace here comes his Highnes The Trumpets sound and enters king Edward How Sellinger and the traine K. Now my Lord Maior haue we not kept our word Because we could not stay to dine with you At our departure hence we promised First food we tasted at our backe returne Should be with you still yeelding heartie thanks To you and all our London Cittizens For the great seruice which you did performe Against that bold fac'de rebell Falconbridge M. My gracious Lord what then we did We did account no more then was our dutie Thereto obliged by true subic as zeale And may he neuer liue that not defends The honor of his king and countrie Next thanke I God it likes your Maiestie To blesse my poore roofe with your royall presence To me could come no greater happines K. Thanks good Lord Maior but where 's my Ladie Maioresse I hope that she will bid vs welcome too M. Shee would my Liedge and with no little ioy Had shée but liu'd to see this blessed day But in her sreed this Gentle woman here My Cosins wife that office will supply How say you mistresse Shoare K. How mistresse Shoare what not his wife That did refuse his knighthood at our hand Ma. The verie same my Lord and here hée is K. What M. Shoare we are your debter still But by Gods grace entend not so to die And Gentlewoman now before your face I must condemne him of discourtesie Yea and of great wrong that he hath offred you For you had béene a Ladie but for him He was in fault trust me he was to blame To hinder vertue of her due by right Ia. My gracious L. my poore humble thoughts Nere had an eye to such vnworthinesse And though some hold it as a maxime That womens minds by nature doo aspire Yet how both God and M. Shoare I thanke For my continuance in this humble state And likewise how I loue your Maiestie For gracious sufferance that it may be so Heauen beare true record of my inward soule Now it remaines on my Lord Maiors behalfe I doe such dutie as becommeth me To bid your Highnesse welcome to his house Were welcomes vertue powerfull in my word The King of England should not doubt thereof K. Nor do I mistris Shoare now my Lo. Maior Edward dare boldly sweare that he is welcome You spake the word well verie well ifaith But mistris Shoare her tongue hath guilded it Tell me Cosin Howard and Tom Sellinger Had euer Cittizen so faire a wife How Of flesh and bloud I neuer did behold A woman euerie way so absolute Sel. Nor I my Liedge were Sellinger a King He could afford Shoares wife to be a Quéene K. Why how now Tom Nay rather how now Ned What chaunge is this proud saucie roauing eye What whisperst in my brain that she is faire I know it I sée it fayrer then my Quéene Wilt thou maintain it what thou traitor heart Wouldst thou shake hands in this conspiracie Downe rebell backe base trecherous conceit I will not credite thée my Besse is faire And Shoares wife but a blouze comparde to her Come let vs sit here will I take my place And my Lord Maior fill me a bowle of wine That I may drinke to your elected Maioresse And M. Shoare tell me how like you this My L. Maior makes your wife his L. Maioresse Sho. So well my Lord as better cannot be All in the honor of your Maiestie The Lord Maior brings a bowle of wine humbly on his knees offers it to the king Kin. Nay drinke to vs L. Maior wée le haue it so Go to I say you are our Taster now Drinke then and we will pledge yee M. Al health happines to my soueraign he drinks K. Fill full our cup and Ladie Maioresse This tall carowse we meane to drinke to you And you must pledge vs but yet no more Than you shall please to answere vs withall He drinks the Trumpets sound then wine is brought to her and she offers to drinke Nay you must drinke to some body yea Tom to thee Well sirra see you doe her right For Edward would oh would to God he might Yet idle eye wilt thou be gadding still Keepe home kéepe home for feare of further ill Enter a Messenger with letters How now
letters to vs from whom Mess. My Liedge this from the D. of Burgundy And this is from the Constable of Fraunce K. What newes from them He opens the letter and reades To clayme our right in Fraunce And they will ayde vs yea will ye so But other ayde must ayde vs ere we goe He seemes to read the letters but glaunces on Mistresse Shoare in his reading A womans aid that hath more power then France To crowne vs or to kill vs with mischance If chast resolue be to such beautie tyed Sue how thou canst thou wilt be still denied Her husband hath deserued well of thee Tut loue makes no respect where ere it be Thou wrongst thy Quéene euerie enforced ill Must be endur'de where beautie séekes to kill Thou seemst to read onely to blind their eyes Who knowing it thy folly would despise He starts from the Table Thanks for my cheare L. Maior I am not well I know not how to take these newes This fit I meane That hath bereft me of all reason eleane M. God shield my Soueraigne K. Nay nothing I shall be well anone Ian. May it please your Highnes sit K. I faine with thee nay we must néeds be gon Cosin Howard conuey these letters to our counsel And bid them giue vs their aduise of them Thanks for my cheare L. Maior farewell to you And farewell Mistresse Shoare La. Maioresse I should say It 's you haue causde our parting at this time Farewell M. Shoare farewell to all Wee le meet once more to make amends for this Exeunt King How and Sel. M. Oh God here to be ill My house to cause my Soueraignes discontent Cosin Shoare I had rather spent Sho. Content your selfe my L. kings haue their humors The letters did containe somewhat no doubt That did displease him Iane So my Lord thinke I But by Gods helpe he will be well againe M. I hope so too well Cosin for your paines I can but thanke ye chiefly you faire Niece At night I pray yée both come sup with me How say ye will yee Sh. Yes my Lord wee will So for this time we humbly take our leaue Exeunt Shoare and his wife M. Oh now the sudden sicknesse of my Liedge Afflictes my soule with many passions His Highnes did entend to be right merrie And God he knowes how it would glad my soule If I had seene his Highnes satisfied With the poore entertainement of his Maior His humble vassaile whose lands whose life and all Are and in dutie must be alwaies his Well God I trust will blesse his Graces health And quickly ease him of his sudden fit Take away there ho rid this place And God of heauen blesse my Soueraignes Grace Exit Enter two prentizes preparing the Goldsmiths Shop with plate 1. Pren. Sirra Iacke come set out 2. Pren. You are the elder Prentise I pray you do it least my mistris talke with you when shée comes downe what is it a clocke 1. Pren. Sir by Alhallowes 2. Pren. Lying and stealing will bring ye to the Gallowes Is here all the plate 1. Pren. I that must serue to day Where is the weights and ballance 2. Pr. All readie harke my mistris comes Exit 1. Pren. Enter Mistris Shoare with her worke in her hand Iane Sir boy while I attend the shop my selfe See if the workeman haue dispatcht the Cup How many ounces weighes it 2. Pren. Twentie forsooth Iane What said the Gentleman to the fashion 2. Pren. He told my maister I was not within Iane Go sir make hast your M. is in Cheapeside Take heed ye were best your loytring be not spide The boy departs she sits sowing in her shop Enter the king disguised K. Well fare a case to put a King in yet Good mistris Shoare this doth your loue procure This shape is secret and I hope ti 's sure The Wlatermen that daily vse the Court And see me often knew me not in this At Lyon key I landed in their view Yet none of them tooke knowledge of the King If any gallant striue to haue the wall I le yéelde it gently Soft here must I turne Heere 's Lumbard stréete and here 's the Pellican And there 's the Phenix in the Pellicans nest O rare perfection of rich natures worke Bright twinkling sparke of pretious Diamond Of greater value then all India Were there no Sunne by whose kind louely heat The earth brings forth those stones we hold of prize Her radiant eyes deiected to the ground Would turne each peble to a Diamond Gaze gréedie eies and be not satisfied Till you finde rest where hearts desire doth bide Ia. What would you buy sir that you looke on here K. Your fairest iewell bée it not too deare First how this Saphyre mistris that you weare Iane Sir it is right that will I warrant yee No Ieweller in London showes a better K. No nor the like you praise it passing well Iane Do I no if some Lapidary had the stone more would not buy it then I can demaund T is as well set I thinke as ere yee saw K. Ed. T is set indeed vpon the fairest hand that ere I saw Iane You are disposde to iest but for value his Maiestis might weare it K. Ed. Might he ifaith Iane Sir t is the ring I meane K. Ed. I meant the hand Iane You are a merrie man I see you come to cheape and not to buy K. Ed. Yet hée that offers fairer then I le doe shal hardly find a partner in his bargaine Iane Perhaps in buying things of so smal value King Rather because no wealth can purchase it Ian. He were too fond that would so highly prize The thing which once was giuen away for loue Kin. His hap was good that came so easily by it Iane The gift so small that askte who could denie it King Oh she gaue more that such a gift then gaue Then earth ere had or world shall euer haue Iane His hap is ill should it be as you say That hauing giuen him what you rate so high And yet is still the poorer by the match King That easely prooues he doth not know the worth Iane Yet hauing had the vse of it so long It rather prooues you ouer rate the thing He being a chapman as it séemes you are King Indéed none should aduenture on the thing That 's to bée purchast onely by a King Iane If Kings loue that which no man else respects It may be so else do I sée small reason A King should take delight in such course stuffe King Liues there a King that would not giue his crowne To purchase such a kingdome of content Iane In my conceit right well you aske that question The world I thinke containes not such fond king King Why mistresse Shoare I am the man will do it Iane It s proudly spoke although I not beléeue it Were he King Edward that should offer it King But shall I haue it Iane Upon what acquaintance King
knew which were the best of twain Which for I do not I am sicke with paine Enter her Boy How now sir boy what is the newes with you Boy The Gentleman forsooth the other day That would haue bought the iewell at our stall Is here to speake with yee Iane Oh God it is the King Good mistresse Blague withdraw ye from this place Oh come anon so soone as he is gone And sirra get you to the shop againe Exit Boy M. Bla. Now mistris Shoare bethink ye what to do Such suters come not euerie day to wooe Mistris Blague departs and the king enters in his former disguise K. Thou maist conuict me beauties pride of boldnes That I intrude like an vnbidden guest But loue being guide my fault will séem the lesse Ia. Most welcome to your subiects homely roofe The foote my Soueraigne seldome doth offend Vnlesse the heart some other hurt intend King The most thou seest is hurt vnto my selfe How for thy sake is maiestie disroabde Riches made poore and dignitie brought low Onely that thou mightst our affection know Iane The more the pittie that within the skie The sunne that should all other vapours drie And guide the world with his most glorious light Is muffled vp himselfe in wilfull night K. The want of thée faire Cinthia is the cause Spread thou thy siluer-brightnesse in the aire And strait the gladsome morning will appeare Iane I may not wander he that guides my carre Is an immooued constant fixed starre Ki. But I will giue that starre a comets name And shield both thée and him from further blame Iane How if the host of heauen at this abuse Kepine who can the prodigie excuse K. It lies within the compasse of my powre To dim their enuious eies dare séeme to lowre But leauing this our Enigmatike talke Thou must sweet Iane repaire vnto the Court His tongue intreats controls the greatest péere His hand plights loue a royall scepter holds And in his heart bee hath confirmde thy good Which may not must not shal not be withstood Iane If you enforce me I haue nought to say But wish I had not liude to see this day K. Blame not the time thou shalt haue cause to soy Iane in the euening I will send for thee And thou and thine shall bee aduancde by mee In signe whereof receiue this true-loue kisse Nothing il meant there can be no amisse Exit Iane Well I will in and ere the time beginne Learne how to be repentant for my sinne Exit Enter Lord Maior maister Shoare and Fraunces Emersley Maior But Cosin Shoare are yee assurde it was the King you saw in such disguise Sho. Do I know you the vncle to my wife know I Franke Emersley her brother here so surely doe I know that counterfeit to bee King Fran. Well admit all this And that his Maiestie in such disguise please to suruey the maner of our City or what occasion else may like himselfe Mee thinks you haue small reason brother Shoare to be displeasde thereat Ma. Oh I haue sound him now Because my Niece his wife is beautifull And well reputed for her vertuous parts He in his fond conceit misdoubts the King Doth doate on her in his affection I know not Cosin how she way be changde By any cause in you procuring it From the faire cariage of her wonted course But well I wot I haue oft heard you say Shee merited no scruple of mislike If now some gyddie fancie in your braine Make you conceiue sinisterly of her And with a person of such difference I tell you Cosin more for her respect Then to sooth you in such sottishnes I would reucale yée open to the world And let your folly iustly plague your selfe Sho. Vnckle you are too forward in your rage And much mistake me in this suddennes Your Nieces reputation haue I prizde And shrined as deuoutly in my soule As you or any that it can concerne Nor when I tell you that it is the King Comes muffled like a common Seruingman Doe I inferre thereby my wife is false Or swerues one iot from wonted modestie Though in my shop shée sit more to respect Her seruants dutie then for any skill Shee doth or can pretend in what we trade Is it not strange that euer when he comes It is to her and will not deale with me Ah Vncle Franke nay would all her kin Were here to censure of my cause aright Though I misdeeme not her yet giue me leaue To doubt what his slie walking may entend And let me tell yée hee that is possest Of such a beautie feares vndermining guests Especially a mightie one like him Whose greatnes may guilde ouer vgly sinne But say his comming is not to my wife Then hath he some slie ayming at my life By false compounded mettals or light gold Or else some other trifle to be sold When kings themselues so narrowly do prie Into the world men feare and why not I Fran. Beléeue my brother in this doubtful case I know not well how I should answere yee I wonder in this serious busie time Of this great gathered beneuolence For his regaining of his right in France The day and nightly turmoile of his Lords Yea of the whole estate in generall He can be spared from these great affaires And wander here disguised in this sort But is not this your boy Enter the Boy Sho. Yes marie is it how now what newes with thée Boy Maister my mistresse by a Nobleman Is sent for to the King in a close Coach Shée s gon with him these are the newes I bring Ma. How my niece sent for to the King By a Nobleman and she is gone with him Nay then I like it not Fran. How gone saist thou S. Be patient Vnckle storme not gentle Franke The wrong is mine by whom a king To talke of such it is no common thing She is gone thou saist Boy Yes truely sir t is so Sho. I cannot helpe it a Gods name let her goe You cannot helpe it Vnckle no nor you Where kings are medlers meaner men must rue I storme against it no farewell lane Shoare Once thou wast mine but must be so no more Maior Gone to the Court Exit Maior Sho. Yet vnckle will ye rage Let mine example your high heat asswage To note offences in a mightie man It is inough amend it he that can Franke Emersley my wife thy sister was Lands goods and all I haue to thée I passe Saue that poore portion must along with me To beare me from this badge of obloquie It neuer shall be said that Mathew Shoare A Kings dishonour in his bonnet wore Fran. Good brother Sh. Striue not to change me for I am resolud And will not tarrie England fare thou well And Edward for requiting me so well But dare I speake of him forbeare forbeare Come Franke I will surrender all to thee And then abroad where ere my fortune be Exeunt Enter king Edward Howard
man And gaue mee officers to waite vpon mee Which will so countenance thy cunning worke As I shall no way be suspected in it how saist thou Fogge Fogge. It will do well indéed But good sir haue a care in any case For else you know what barme may come thereon Ruff. A care saist thou why man I will not trust My house my strongest locks nor any place But mine owne bosome there will I kéepe it still If I miscarrie so doth it with mee Shoare Are yee so cunning sir I say no more Iane Shoare or I may quittance you for this Exit Ruff. Well Fogge I haue contented thee Thou maist be gone I must about my charge To sée that none reléeue Shoares wife with ought Exit Fog Enter the Officers with bils Come on good fellowes you that must attend King Richards seruice vnder my commaund Your charge is to be verie vigilant Ouer that strumpet whom they call Shoares wife If any traitour giue her but a mite A draught of water or a crust of bread Or any other foode what ere it bee Lay hold on him for it is present death By good King Richards proclamation This is her haunt here stand I Sentinell Kéepe you vnséene and aide mee when I call Enter Iockie and Ieffrey with a bottle of Ale Cheese and halfepennie loaues to play at bowles mistres Shoare enters and sits where she was wont Iock. Now must I vnder colour of playing at bowles help till relieue my gude maistres maistres Shoare Come Ieffrey wee will play fiue vp for this bottle of Ale and yonder gude pure woman shall keepe the stakes and this cheese shall be the measter They play still toward her and Iockie often breakes bread and cheese giues her till Ieffrey being cald away then he giues her all and is apprehended Ruf. Here is a villaine that wil not relieue her But yet hée le loose he bowles that way to helpe her Apprehend him fellowes when I bid ye Although his mate be gone he shal pay for it Take him and let the Beadles whip him well Iock. Heare ye sir shall they be whipt and hangd that giue to the pure then they shall bee damne that take fro the pure They lead him away Enter young Aire againe and Shoare stands aloofe off Aire Oh yonder sits the swéet forsaken soule To whom for euer I stand déeply bound She sau'de my life then Aire helpe to saue hers Ruf. Whither go ye sir You come to giue this strumpet some reliefe Air. She did more good then euer thou canst doe And if thou wilt not pittie her thy selfe Giue others leaue by dutie bound thereto Here mistris Shoare take this and would to God It were so much as my poore heart could wish He giues his purse Sho. Who is it that thus pitties my poore wife T is M. Aire Gods blessing on him for it Ruf. Darest thou do so Aire Air. Rufford I dare do more Here is my ring it waies an ounce of Gold And take my cloake to keepe yée from the cold Ruf. Thou art a traitor Aire Air. Rufford thou art a villaine so to call me Ruf. Lay hold on him attach him officers Air. Rufford I le answere thine arrest with this He drawes his rapler but is apprehended Ruff. All this contending sir will not auaile This treason will be rated at thy life Aire Life is too little for her sake that sau'de it Sho. Is he a traitour sir for doing good God saue the King a true heart meanes no ill I trust he hath reclaimde his sharpe edict And will not that his poorest subiect perish And so perswaded I my selfe will doe That which both loue and nature binds me to I cannot giue her as she well deserues For she hath lost a greater benefite 〈◊〉 woman take that purse Ruff. He takte away Sho. You shall not sir for I will answere it Before the King if you inforce it so Ruff. It must be so you shall vnto the King Sho. You will be he will first repent the thing Come M. Aire I le beare ye companie Which wise men doth say ease calamitie Exeunt Iane If griefe to spéech frée passage could afford Or for woe I had a fitting word I might complaine or if my flouds of teares Could moue remorse of minds or pearce dul ears Or wash away my cares or cleanse my crime With words teares I would be the time But it is bootlesse why liue I to see All those despised that do pittie me Despisde alas destroyed and led to death That gaue me almes here to prolong my breath Faire Dames behold let my example proue There is no loue like to a husbands loue Exit Enter King Richard Louell Catesbie Rufford Shoar and Ayre pinioned and led betwixt two Officers Glo. Now tell vs Rufford which of these it is That in the heat of his vpheaued spléene Contemnes our crowne disdaines our dignitie And armes himselfe against authoritie Ruff. Both haue offended my dread soueraigne Though not alike yet both faults capitall These lines declare what when where it was Glo. Which is that Aire Ruff. This young man my Liege Glo. I thought it was some hot distempred blood That fierd his gyddie braine with businesse Is thy name Aire Aire It is Glo. This paper saies so Aire Perish may he that made that paper speak Glo. Ha Dost thou wish confusion vnto vs This paper is the Organe of our power And shall pronounce thy condemnation We make it speake thy treasons to thy face And thy malicious tongue speakes treason still Relieu'st thou Shoares wife in contempt of vs Aire No but her iust desert She sau'de my life which I had forfeited Whereby my goods and life she merited Glo. And thou shalt pay it in the selfe same place Where thou this man our Officer didst out face And scorndst vs saying if we stoode by Thou wouldst relieue her Aire I do not denie For want of food her breath was néere expirde I gaue her meanes to buy it vndesirde And rather chuse to die for charitie Then liue condemned of ingratitude Gl. Your good devotion brings you to the gallows He hath his sentence Rufford sée him hangd They lead out Aire Now sir your name Sho. Is it not written there Glo. Here 's Mathew Floud Ruf. That is his name my Lord Glo. Is thy name Floud Sho. So M. Rufford sates Glo. Floud and Aire the elements conspire In ayre and water to confound our power Didst thou relieue that hateful wretch Shoares wife Sho. I did relieue that wofull wretch Shoares wife Gl. Thou séemst a man well staid and temperate Durst thou infringe our proclamation Sho. I did not breake it Ruf. Yes and added more That you would answere it before the King Sho. And added more you would repent the thing Ru. Who I his Highnes knowes my innocence And readie seruice with my goods and life Answere thy treasons to his maiestie Glo. What canst thou say Floud why thou shouldst not
die Sho. Nothing for I am mortall and must die When my time comes but that I thinkes not yet Although God knowes ech houre I wish it were So full of dolor is my wearie life Now say I this that I do know the man Which doth abette that traiterous libeller Who did compose spread that slanderous rime Which scandals you and doth abuse the time Glo. What libeller another Collingborne That wrote The Cat the Rat and Louell our Dog Do rule all England vnder a Hog Canst thou repeat it Floud Sho. I thinke I can if you commaund me so Glo. We do commaund thee Sho. In this sort it goes The crooke bakt Boare the way hath found To roote our Roses from our ground Both flower and bud will he confound Till King of beasts the swine be crownde And then the Dog the Cat and Rat Shall in his trough feed and be fat Finis quoth M. Fogge chiefe secretarie and counsellor to M. Rufford Glo. How saist thou Floud doth Rufford foster this Sho. He is a traitor if he do my Lord Ruf. I foster it dread Lord I aske no grace If I be guiltie of this libelling Vouchsafe me iustice as you are my Prince Against this traitor that accuseth me Sh. What iustice crau'st thou I will combat thée In signe whereof I do vnbutton me And in my shirt my chalenge will maintaine Thou cal'st me traitor I will proue thee one Open thy bosome like me if thou darest Ruff. I will not be so rude before his grace Sh. Thou wilt not ope the packe of thy disgrace Because thy doublets stuft with traiterous libels Glo. Catesbie teare off the buttons from his breast What findst thou there Cat. Your highnes hand and seale For transportation of Hides Corne and Lead Glo. Traitor did I signe that commission Ruf. O pardon me most royall King Glo. Pardon to counterfeit my hand and seale Haue I bestowed such loue such countenance Such trust on thee and such authoritie To haue my hand and signet counterfet To carrie Corne the food of all the land And Lead which after might annoy the land And Hides whose leather must relieue the land To strangers enemies vnto the land Didst thou so néerely counterfeit my hand Ruf. Not I my liege but Fogge the Atturney Glo. Away with him Louell and Catesbie go Commaund the Sheriffes of London presently To see him drawne and hangd and quartered Let them not drinke before they see him dead Hast you againe Louell and Catesbie lead out Rufford Ruff. Well Floud thou art my death I might haue liude t' haue séene thee lose thy head Sho. Thou hast but iustice for thy crueltie Against the guiltlesse soules in miserie I aske no fauvour if I merit death Glo. Crau'st thou no fauour then I tell thee Floud Thou art a traitor breaking our edict By succouring that traitrous quean Shoares wife And thou shalt die Sho. If I haue broke the law Glo. If traitor didst thou not giue her thy purse And doest thou not maintaine the deed Enter Louell and Catesbie againe Sho. I do if it be death to the relenting heart Of a kind husband wronged by a King To pittie his poore weake seduced wife Whom all the world must suffer by commaund To pine and perish for the want of food If it be treason for her husband then In the deare bowels of his former loue To burie his owne wrong and her misdéed And giue her meat whom he was wont to féede Then Shoare must die for Floud is not my name Though once I tooke it to conceale my shame Pittie permits not iniured Shoare passe by And see his once loude wife with famine die Glo. Louell Catesbie this is Shoare indéed Shoare We confesse that thou hast priuiledge And art excepted in our Proclamation Because thou art her husband whom it concerns And thou maist lawfully relieue thy wife Upon condition thou forgiue her fault Take her againe and vse her as before Hazard new hornes how saist thou wilt thou Shoare Sho. If any but your Grace should so vpbraid Such rude reproch should roughly be repaid Suppose for treason that she lay condemnde Might I not séede her till her houre of death And yet my selfe no traitor for it Glo. Thou mightste Sh. And why not now O pardon me dread lord When she hath had both punishment and shame Sufficient since a King did cause her blame May I not giue her food to saue her life Yet neuer take and vse her as my wife Glo. Except thou take her home againe to thée Thou art a stranger and it shall not be For if thou do expect what doth belong Sho. I neuer can forget so great a wrong Glo. Then neuer féede her whom thou canst not loue Sho. My charitie doth that compassion moue Gl. Moue vs no more Louell let Aire be hangde Just in the place where he relieud Shoares wife Shoare hath his pardon for this first offence The name of husband pleads his innocence Away with them Catesbie come you with vs Exeunt Iockie is led to whipping ouer the stage speaking some words but of no importance Then is young Aire brought foorth to execution with the Sheriffe and Officers Mistris Shoare weeping and M. Shoare standing by Aire Good mistris Shoare grieve me not with your teares But let me go in quiet to mine end Iane Alas poore soule Was neuer innocent thus put to death Air. The mores my ioy that I am innocent My death is the lesse grieuous I am so Ia. Ah M. Aire the time hath béene ere now When I haue kneeld to Edward on my knees And begd for him that now doth make me beg I haue giuen him when he hath begd of me Though he forbids to giue me when I beg I haue ere now relieued him and his Though he and his denie reliefe to me Had I béene enuious then as Richard now I had not staru'd nor Edwards sons bin murdred Nor Richard liu'de to put you now to death Aire The more Iane is thy vertue and his sinne Sher. Come sir dispatch Aire Dispatch say you dispatch you may it call He cannot stay when death dispatcheth all Ia. Lord is my sinne so horrible and grieuous That I should now become a murderer I haue sau'de the life of many a man condemnd But neuer was the death of man before That any man thus for my sake should die Afflicts me more then all my miserie Aire Iane be content I am as much indebted vnto thee As vnto nature I owed thee a life When it was forfeit vnto death by law Thou begott it of the king and gau'st it me This house of flesh wherein this soule doth dwel Is thine and thou art Landladie of it And this poore life a Tenant but at pleasure It neuer came to pay the rent till now But hath runne in arerage all this while And now for verie shame comes to discharge it When death distraines for what is but thy due I had not ought thée
so much as I doe But by thy onely mercie to preserue it Untill I loose it for my charitie Thou giu'st me more then euer I can pay Then do thy pleasure executioner And now farewell kind vertuous mistris Shoare In heauen wée le méete againe in earth no more Here he is executed Ia. Farewel farewel thou for thy almes dost die And I must end here starude in miserie In life my friend in death I le not forsake thee Thou goest to heauen I hope to ouertake thee Sho. O world what art thou man euen from his birth Findes nothing else but miserie on earth Thou neuer world scorn'dst mée so much before But I vaine world do hate thee ten times more I am glad I féele approaching death so nie World thou hatest mée I thée vaine world defie I pray yee yet good master officers Do but this kindnesse to poore wretched soules As let vs haue the buriall of our friend It is but so much labour saude for you She. There take his body bury it where you wil So it be quickly done out of the way Exit Sherife and Officers Ia. What 's he that begs the buriall of my friend And hath so oftentimes relieued mee Ah gentle sir to comfort my sad woe Let mee that good kind man of mercie know Sho. Ah Iane now there is none but thou and I Looke on mee well knowest thou thy Ma. Shoare Ia. My Husband then breake and liue no more She swounds and he supports her in his armes Sho. Ah my déere Iane comfort thy heauie soule Go not away so soone a little stay A little little while that thou and I Like man and wife may here together die Iane How can I looke vpon my husbands face That shamde my self and wrought his déep disgrace Sho. Iane be content our woes are now alike With one selfe rod thou séest God doth vs strike If for thy sinne I le pray to heauen for thee And if for mine do thou as much for mee Iane Ah Shoare i st possible thou canst forgiue mée Shoare Yes Iane I doc Iane I cannot hope thou wilt My faults so great that I cannot expect it Sho. I faith I doe as fréely from my soule As at Gods hands I hope to be forgiuen Ia. Then God reward thée for we now must part I féele cold death doth seize vpon my heart Sho. And hee is come to mee here he lies I féele him readie to close vp mine eies Lend mée thy hand to burie this our friend And then we both will hasten to our end Here they put the bodie of young Aire into a Coffin and then he fits downe on the one side of it and she on the other Iane sit thou there here I my place will haue Giue mée thy hand thus wée embrace our graue Ah Iane he that the depth of woe will see Let him but now behold our miserie But be content this is the best of al Lower then now we are wée cannot fall Iane Ah I am faint how happie Aire art thou Not féeling that which doth afflict vs now Sho. Oh happie graue to vs this comfort giuing Here lies two liuing dead here one dead liuing Here for his sake loe this we doe for thee Thou lookste for one and art possest of thrée Ia. Oh dying marriage oh swéet married death Thou graue which only shouldst part faithfull friends Bringst vs togither and dost ioyne our hands Oh liuing death euen in this dying life Yet ere I go once Mathew kisse thy wife He kisseth her and she dies S. Ah my swéet Iane farewel farewel poore soule Now tyrant Richard doo the worst thou canst She doth defie thée oh vnconstant world Here lies a true Anatomie of thee A King had all my ioy that her inioyde And by a King againe shee was destroyde All ages of my kingly woes shall tell Once more inconstant world farewell farewell he dies Enter sir Robert Brackenburie with two or three of his seruants Bra. Sirs if the King or else the Duke of Buckingham Do send for me I will attend them straight But what are these here openly lie dead Oh God the one is mistris Shoare this is Floud That was my man the third is master Aire Who suffered death for his reléeuing her They shall not thus lie in the open way Lend me your hands and heauie hearts withall At mine owne charge lie giue them buriall They beare them thence Enter King Richard crowned Buckingham Aire of Warwicke Louell Catesbie Fogge and attendants Richard Most noble Lords since it hath pleased you Beyond our expectation on yeur bounties T' impale my temples with the Diademe How farre my quiet thoughts haue euer béene From this great majesticke soureraigntie Heauen best can witnesse I am your King Long may I be so to deserue your loue But I will be a seruant to you all Pray God my broken sléeps may giue you rest But onely that my bloud doth chalenge it Being your lawfull Prince by true succession I could haue wisht with all my heart I could This maiestie had sitten on the browe Of any other so much do I affect a priuate life To spend my dates in contemplation But since that heauen and you will haue it so I take the crowne as méekely at your hands As free and pure from an ambitious thought As any new borne babe Thus must thou Richard Séeme as a saint to men in outward shew aside Being a verie diuell in thy heart Thus must thou couer all thy villanies And kéepe them close from ouerlookers eyes Buck. My Soueraigne by the generall consent Of all the Lords aud commons of the land I tender to your royall maiestie This princely Lady the Lady Anne of Warwick Iudged the onely worthiest of your loue To be your highnes bride faire Englands Quéen Rich. My royall Princely Cosin Buckingham I see you striue to blesse mee more and more Your bountie is so large and ample to mee You ouerflow my spirits with your great loue I willingly accept this vertuous Princesse And crowne her Angell beautie with my loue Lo. Then as the hand of your high parliament I giue her here vnto your maiestie Rich. Lord Louell I as heartily receiue her Welcome faire Queene C. And from the Lords commons of your land I giue the frée and voluntarie oath Of their allegeance to your maiesty As to their soueraigne and liege Lord and Ladie Richard the third beauteous Anne his Quéene The true and lawfull King Quéene of England Rich. I doe accept it Catesbie and returne Exchange of mutuall and partie loue Now Fogge too that in your traiterous Libels Besides the counterfeiting of our hand and seale For Rufford though so great a fault deserude To suffer death as hee alreadie hath Going about to slubber our renowne And wound vs with reproach and infamie Yet Fogge that thou thy selfe maist plainely see How farre I am from séeking sharp reuenge Fogge I forgiue thee and withall wee doe Repeale our heauie sentence gainst Shoares wife Restoring all her goods for we intend With all the world now to be perfect friends Cat. Why my good Lord you knew shée s dead alreadie R. True Catesbie else I nere had spoke such words aside Alas I see our kindnesse comes too late For Catesbie tels me she is dead alreadie Cat. I my good Lord so is her husband too Rich. Would they had liude to see our friendly change But Catesbie say where dide Shoare and his wife Cat. Where Aire was hangde for giuing her reliefe There both of them round circkling his cold graue And arme in arme departed from this life The people for the loue they beare to her And her kind husband pittying his wrongs For euer after meane to call the ditch Shoares Ditch as in the memorie of them Their bodies in the Friers minorites Are in one graue enterred all together But mistris Blage for ingratitude To mistris Shoare lies dead vnburied And no one will afford her buriall Ric. But mistris Blage she shal haue burial too What now we must be friends indeed we must And now my Lords I giue you all to know In memorie of our eternall loue I do ordaine an order of the Bathe Twelue knights in number of that royall sort Which order with all princely ceremonies Shall be obserued in all royall pompe As Edwards our forefather of the Barter Which feast our selfe and our beloued Quéene Will presently solemnize in our person Buc. Now am I bold to put your grace in mind Of my long suite and partly your owne promise The Earle of Herefords lands Rich. Cosin wée le better thinke on that here after Buc. My pains my Lord hath not deserude delay Ric. Wil you appoint our time then you shal stay For this hote hastinesse sir you shall stay Moone us no more you were best Buc. I Richard is it come to this In my first suite of all dost thou denie mee Breake thine own word turne me off so slieghtly Richard thoud hadst as good haue damnde thy soule As basely thus to deale with Buckingham Richard I le sit vpon thy crumped shoulder I faith I will if heauen will giue me leaue And Harrie Richmond this hand alone Shall fetch thée home and seat thee in his throne Exit Rich. What is he gone in heat why farewell bee He is displeasde let him be pleasde againe We haue no time to thinke on angrie men Come my swéet Quéene let vs go solemnize Our Knighthoods order in most royall wise Exeunt FINIS