Inconstancy that 's the French Merchandize Ios. And doe they fight as it is in the painted cloth of the nine worthies of Ioshua Hector Caesar Arthur Charle-Magne Iudas Machabeus and Godfrey Bollogine Mil. Yes Io they doe Ios. In the painted cloth Joshua stands formost Bal. With his Cat in stead of a Scutchion Ios. Ball thou art full of rebukes Enter Crosse Cros. Arme arme arme regardles of true honour Your message is defide and facing the van Dischargd a thousand shot the Crag and Chappell They make a refuge 'gainst our great Artillery Gr. Let the bow-men shoute their slighted Arrowes As thicke as haile the Musketteers shall follow Alarum then t is our first enterprise When cowards fall the valiant spirits rise Ex. Omnes After skirmishes Enter Grey Arguile young Bateman with Colors Clifton Souldioers prisoners Gray The Crag and Chappell 's ours and the French Like Hares are leapd out of fierce Greyhounds gripes Doysells and Mortigue out-ran their Collours And with all expedition tooke the Towne Y. Ba. Whose Colors I display Gr. How many of the French this day are falne Arg. Seven score my Lord and prisoners of noble worth Poiteers Augois Burbon Shamoont Shaldone Labrosse and of the English meerely one man slaine Gr. Thanks unto heaven whose arme was our defence What 's he that beates the French armes displaid Clif. A servant of mine his name Bateman Gr. Ther 's forty Angells for thy good daies service And if thy merit retaine an Ancients place Y. Ba. I thanke your honour Ios. My prisoner is an Anabaptist all I desire is that I may convert him Mi. It must be in 's drinke then else hee s none o' th right brethren Gr. Can noble Arguile and worthy Clifton After these toiles of bloud and massacre Let 's quench our raging motions in the Grape And in the French-mans Vine drinke his confusion Proud France shall know that our Elizaes Name Drives to confusion those that steale her Fame Ex. Omnes Enter Anne and Vrsula An. Do'st thou not beleeve it Vrs. Let me faile of my best wishes and I doe I cannot amuse my thoughts to 't thou maist as soone perswade me that a Spiders VVeb will catch a swarme of Bees as thou marry German his head 's like a Welch-mans Crest on St. Davies day he lookes like a hoary Frost in December now Venus blesse me I 'de rather ly by a Statue An. Thou art pleasant still In nat'rall things we see that Herbes and Plants In autumne ever doe receive perfection As they so man never attaines his height Till in the autumne of his growing age Experience like a Mistris beautifies him With silver haires badges of experience Of wisdome honours counsell knowledge arts With all th' endowmens vertue hath in store Contrarily greene headed youth Being in the spring or summer of his age Is prone to surfets riots intemperancies And all the stocke of ills that vice is queene of Vrs. Thou wrests a good text to an ill sense but none but fooles would ly in beds of snow that might couch in Roses but it may bee Cozen but it may bee Cuz you follow the fashion of our Country Knights that marry your old London VVidowes t is but keeping a handsome Chamber-maide they are necessary evills and will serve with a small Dowery afterwards to make parsons wives you know my meaning Cuz An. He brings wealth promotion and t is the way Vrs. To your ruine to your blacke father presently cocke him with the herbe Moly that will put bloud in 's cheekes let him be dieted like your Barbary horse hee le neere stand to his tacklings else feede him with Vipers flesh that will make his white head blacke doost thou refuse youthfull Bateman to ly with wealthy Germane reject a Mine of vertue for a Mountaine of muck Cupid blesse thee for I 'le sweare he has blinded thee as blind as a Bat An. I lov'd young Bateman in my childish daies Have vow'd to have him and he againe to me But what of that foolish lovers vowes Like breath on steele as soone are of as on German is wealthy and by him I gaine Recourse amongst the modest sagest dames VVealth has a priviledge that beauty cannot Bateman is young embellish'd with a naturall Active and generous unspotted beauty German is old indebted much to age Yet like ould Aeson gold can make him young Gold like a second nature can elixate Make the deformed faire the faire seeme fowle And we that love not must be tide to th' face A sparkling eye or a smooth pleading tongue Will not keepe hospitality with time Maides that love young men gaine their loves by stealth We that love old men wed not man but wealth Vrs. If I beleeve thee not may I turne Nun before my probation to be serious let me touch thy conscience if young Bateman to whom I know tha 'st vow'd thy faith should at thy falsehood fall into some malevolencies in himselfe or on thee t' wood greive thee to have Ballads made on thee to the tune of the inconstant Lover and have thy periuries pind on euery Post An. Conscience pray no more o' nt Vrs. No introth for I thinke tha 'st asmuch pleasure in 't as a hangd man has of his pardon or a Dog with a Glasse bottle at 's taile see here 's thy father with him the man that must be not the fore-man o' th Parish but a bucke o' th first head Enter Boote Germane An. My lovely Germane Ger. My fairest Mistris Vrs. If I had not rather Kisse a muffe made of Cats-skins then these mouldy chops of his wood I might die an Anchoresse Bo. Now neece what 's your conceit of this Vrs. Faith Vncle i 'me a woman and they say a woman is a wether-Cocke for mine owne part some are I thinke and when I thinke they are not I 'le tell you my conceit till then I 'le pay you with thinking Ger. Sweet beauty rumor that betters nothing But disproportionates every act Gives it out thus that you are affianc'd To youthfull Bateman I wood not have the curse Of contract breaking fall upon my head If it be so fairely I here acquit you From all engagements twixt your selfe and me If not like to a blessing I embrace you That joynture which your father most desir'de I have confirm'd nothing now remaines But your reply or mine or whose you please An. Sir I am yours I lov'de young Bateman with an inward joy Affected him beyond a common rate Yet not so farr but that I might reduce My vowes and my affections to my will For when I saw how disproportionable Our jarring fathers were I then began To alienate all love here I renue To whom it comes as free as bright and pure As are these unstaind Lampes beyond the Moone Ger. Which as a blessing from the heavens I take Bo. You shall be marryed instantly and Girle thou shalt have one Bagg more for this it gladdes me yet thou art so free
from Bateman I look'd for other demonstrations come German this night wee 'le feast to morrow thou shalt be wedd At night enfold a maiden in thy bed Vrs. Which if he does may she dy of the pip and goe to the grave as a Sallet for the wormes Exeunt Omnes Actus secundus Scena Prima Enter Mortigue Doysells and the Frenchmen in Womens apparell with Pistols Mor. Omit this Doisells They now are healthing and carrowsing deepe Now is our time to worke a stratagem Gaining these Trenches that oppresse the towne Thus as we are we passe without suspect Nine Bona Robas nine stout Viragoes Nine manly lasses which will stand the squeake Jove went a wenching as we goe to 'th warrs If this exploit take roote we build a strength That nine months seidge cannot againe redeeme Do. The scotch language I am perfect in Encaule your selves the enter on their guard Leroy 's the word till then let no man stir The second Leroy bids every man to kill Close and obserue Enter Clifton Bateman Ioshua Ball Miles Souldiers Clif. Each man betake him to his instruments Keepe safe this Port for 't is the sole defence To our new Trenches and raised Bul-warks If any issue from the Towne give fire And the Alarum shal be answerd quicke The French are subtle and in various shapes Combine themselves therefore to gaine the best Prevent the worst Ios. And they be women may we not cease on 'em for lawfull prize Clif. To women and children be mercifull But trust none the politicke Fox somtimes VVrapps himselfe within the Lions skin So working prey upon the innocent Lambe These French are subtle Foxes Mi. I thought so for a man may smell their footings As farr as a fitchers Ios. And they be Foxes we may smell 'em out for as it is in the painted cloath by fortune came a Fox where grew a pleasant Vine I will no Grapes said the Fox the fruit is none of mine Y. Ba. Sir have you dispatched me Clif. My Hollidam that 's true VVhat sudaine busines of so maine import Calls thee from the warrs where thou seest Resolved spirits rate their lives at nought Regardles of all miseries for honours Thou a proficient in warrs Academ Hast profited well the first day an Ancient In single duell taken I tell thee Bateman It has wonne a great impression in my Lord Resolve thee so I would not have thee goe To fish for shaddowes and let goe the substance Thou know'st my meaning Bateman Y. Ba. I conster it That your suspition deemes it to be love In sooth it needes not such a constant rocke My love is built on that it cannot fall I cannot fasten jelousie in my thoughts Knowing her loyaltie great excuses For my intended journey know I none And to frame any were but negatives Yet in my sleepes I have strange visions VVhich waking I cannot thrust from memory I doe beseech your licence let me goe Clif. My letters want but sealing follow me To the Generalls Tent Exeunt Mi. Fellow Bateman farwell commend me to my old wind-mill at Rudington oh the Mooter dish the Millers thumbe and the maide behinde the Hopper tell mistresse Vrsula I fight for her sake and will live as long as I can dy when I can no longer live yet will love her in spight of her hart in stead of nutmeggs and ginger I send her the three bawbees I got at Dundee I will fly on her at my returne with the verses out of new Hero and Leander oh Vrsula Vrsula pity me with a dildo dildo dillory Ba. Commend me to the Bells of S. Maries and tell 'em my Chops water to chime all in Ios. As it is in the painted cloath in morning still when thou doost rise see that in minde thou have to spend the day that doth ensue as bed might be thy Grave commend me to my learned brother Spritchall the Cobler of Notingham brig and bid him looke up and give me a coale wishing him good health as my cat and I was at the making hereof Y. Ba. I will be mindfull of you all farewell Mor. Now is the time make your appearance Mi. Shoote shoote Doy. An the bred an gad man speare the bonny lasses Ba. Downe with the bonny Bels Ios. Have some compunction th' are the weaker Vessels for as it is in the painted cloath be meeke and gentle and thy selfe shall finde a quiet conscience and a tranquill minde Mi. by 'th masse a prety boote halling hansome pagies each one take one and examine the prickers Ios. Thy counsels smels of piety and thus I begin the conversion of a sinner um she Kisses well verily againe I will edifie on your lips are you of the Family of Love sister ha Mor. An the beanes of me I se a pure lurden Mi. And what are you prety morsell Doy. An the dele an the crag I se a Lardes wife ganging to seeke my Lourden M. And you are ganging to your Lurden that your Lurden may catch you by the crag and claw you are the weame till your guts garr haggergath haggergath Ios. VVill you be contented to leave the wicked and live among the familists exercising your body in the brether-hoods cause Mor. An the Lard nare thee with an my bare bones Ios. Kisse againe then in sincerity she Kisses open mouthed like a zealous sister Bal. And you can wash and scoure and helpe to launder the campe and dresse the booties we steale and at night be content to Kennell with me in straw Sol. I by Saint Andrew Ios. Let us congregate our selves and ponder on their miseries Doy. Now is the time each man draw and fight Shoote and Alarum Alarums the French beate of place themselves on the Walls hanging out a head Enter Clifton Souldiers Clif. VVell fought my harts though we have lost one man VVhose head they basely pearch upon the VValls Base minded Doysels cowardly Mortigue Though all advantages in warr are lawfull Th' are not commendable you came like your selves Frenchifi'd truls to scould us from our Trenches But not to beate us come either of you single And fight with Clifton if not one come both And by my Countries honour no man heere Shall dare to touch you but this arme of mine Doy. Vex not thy selfe old man t is but one head VVe came for more but rest suffiz'd with this Clif. And for that one a thousand dastard French Shall deerely pay Count I shall meete thee Mor. Clifton thou maist Clif. By my Hollidam our meeting will seeme rough our parting faire make this thy quarrell I pronounce thy Queene defective in beauty vertues honours unto my mistris Englands royall BESSE Mor. Traitor thou lyest Clif. Have I sturd thy bloud Mor. VVith such an overture but thy barbarous head nothing can calme it Clif. VVhen next we meete we 'le try it Each man unto his charge for one mans head A thousand Frenchmen shall be slaughtered Ex. Omnes Enter Vrsula Vrs. Good VVives
Anne Mi. Mistris Vrsula t is not unknowne that I have lov'd you if I die it shall be for your sake and it shall be valiantly I leave an hand-kercher with you t is wrought with blew coventry let me not at my returne fall to my old song she had a clout of mine sow de with blew coventry and so hang my selfe at your infidelity desiring Jove to blesse you from better fortunes I leave you Exeunt Vrs. The foole doates but t is no matter t is no matter t is Lady like why should not I have my Monkey to play withall Y. Ba. Prethee leave us Vrs. Heavens blesse me out of your company for fooles I found you and so I must leave you in spite of my hart Exit Y. Ba. Now Nan here 's none but thou and I thy love Emboldens me to speake and cheerfully Here is a peece of gold t is but a little one Yet big enough to ty and seale a knot A jugall knot on Earth to which high heaven Now cryes Amen say thou so too and then When eyther of us breakes this sacred bond Let us be made strange spectacles to the world To heaven and earth An. Amen say I And let heaven loth me when I falsifie Y. Ba. Thou now art like a pollishd jvory Table In purenes without or staine or blemish If thou shouldst soile this whitenes with blacke deedes Thinke what a monster thou wouldst make thy selfe I doubt thee not but give this cautionary Harke the Drum beates from the armes of love I now must burnish in the Armes of warre adue An. When I prove false to thee oh may I then Beheld the scorne of heaven earth and men Enter severally Grey Arguile Crosse Souldiours drume Colors As farre as my Commission Arguile I have proceeded we in the trade of warre Whose Mart consists in blowes and batteries Are like small Rivers that must keepe their bounds Till the Queene Ocean command them rise Dunbarr can witnes where we skuirmishd last I require the hostages be deliverd Twixt England and the federary Lords Arg. Peruse this bedroule from Duke Chattenreault Wherein their names are their persons attend At Inskeith and with willingnes are bound To attend the mighty Queene of England Grey Lord Claud Hambleton fourth son of the Duke Robert Dowglasse brother to the Lord James Stuart Archibald Dowglasse Lord of Loughennell George Gram second son to the Earle of Menteich James Coningham son to the Earle of Glencorne all Hostages to the Queene of England till the Articles be performed betwixt her and the Federary Lordes Herald of Armes conduct these noble pledges from the Red Brayes to Inskeith see 'em delivered to James Croft and George Howard Knights from thence to be embarqd for England Cro. I shall my Lord Gr. What number speake your powers Ar. Two thousand hardy Scots With glaved blades bum daggers and white Kerchers Such as will fight and face the fiery French Gr. Our numbers then are eight thousand And still we looke for more sir Francis Leake And gentle Sir Jarvis two spirits That in peace are lambes in warr two ravening Lyons A march Enter Clifton Souldiers Clif. A Souldiers wishes blesse my noble Generall Gr. Thanks valiant Clifton they can deserve no lesse Comming from thee I see you emulate That we should take the glory to our selves I 'le give the first Alar'm you le be one Clif. I by my Hollidam at warre as at a feast I 'le scramble for my part and if I catch a knocke That honour which a Souldiour wins in warrs Is of low price unles he bring home scarrs Gr. What number sir Jarvis Clif. Five hundred and fifty tall white coates Fellowes that will face a murdering Cannon When it blowes rancks into the Aire as Chaffe Yet dreadles they shall stand it and not shrinke Right Nottingham shire Lads Gr. T is well don Our bands are well divided yours my Lord Keepe the greene Bul-warke mine the west Gate You sir Iarvis the water-ports to Inskeith Pelham from Pelhamus Mount plaies at the Towne How now what Trumpets this A Trumpet Enter Trumball Trum. From the Queene Regent of Scotland I come To thee Lord Generall of the English Force She craves a treaty with the Lords of England To know why thus they enter on her groundes Depopulate her Countries Plough her Plaines If lawfull cause she finds on enterveiue She will subscribe to England sue for peace Otherwise by Article shee le confirm 't This is under her highnes hand and seale This is my message Gr. What 's thy name Trum. Trumball Serejant Trumpetter to her Grace Gr. Her Princely offer we accept Rowge Crosse Herrald at Armes command sir George Howard Sir James Crofts and my son Arthur Grey To shew her Grace my Soveraignes grevances I' th interim wee 'le sheath our burnishd blades Which had bene dide in scarlet long ere this But for thy message Enter Trumball Trum. I shall report you honourable Clif. My Hollidam I like not these signes of peace These French Flyes worke on advantages I 'le not trust 'em Gr. To prevent which each stand on his guard your eares my Lord Ios. Resolve me doe they kill men i th warrs and ne're give warning Mi. Not so much time Io as a theife has at Nottingham Gallowes Ios. Tirany tirany may a not pray insincerity nor request the breethren and sisters to have care of a departing brother Mi. No Io nothing but downe-right blowes just as you fell Okes or kill Oxen Ios. Most heathenish and diabollicall and do the shoote Bullets Mi. I Io as thicke as haile a man may hit his owne father Ios. Oh Infidells and Barbarians what will not the wicked doe kill men with bullets oh these Guns they are dangerous things they sprung from the whoore a Fryer was the inventor and the smell of the Dragon oh my poore Pusse-cat sinfull man thou art Io to bring the poore Pusse forth to dy by a Gun a poore Pusse silly harmelesse Pusse Mi. Ty her behind then if thou runst shee may save thee Ios. I run thou prophane translater I scorne to run my Car and I will enter battell 'gainst the wicked I run Gr. Why returne so soone Enter Crosse Cros. This my Lord Making for Edenborough to the Queene Nine hundred shot and five hundred Corslets Came forth of Leith under the conduct Of Mortigue and Doysells their Colonells We wish'd them peaceably returne to Leith Since contrary to all Lawes of Armes They now had issud Mortïgue replide They on their masters ground resolved stood And from their mistris would not budge a foote For any English breathing Exit Crosse Gr. Were not our promise given to the Queene On which they build advantages I 'de make These French Rats run as Wolves from fire Bid 'em retire and tell them thus from us Wee le make them win their ground ere they stand on 't Nothing but circumvention in the French Clif. By my Hollidam juglers constant in nothing but