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A02168	The Scottish historie of Iames the fourth, slaine at Flodden Entermixed with a pleasant comedie, presented by Oboram King of Fayeries: as it hath bene sundrie times publikely plaide. Written by Robert Greene, Maister of Arts.	Greene, Robert, 1558?-1592.; Giraldi, Giambattista Cinzio, 1504-1573. Ecatommiti.	1598 (1598)	STC 12308; ESTC S105810	43,367	78

ritchest store Ida. Yet would I might I chuse be honest poore For she that sits at fortunes feete alowe Is sure she shall not taste a further woe But those that prancke one top of fortunes ball Still feare a change and fearing catch a fall Count Tut foolish maide each one contemneth need Ida. Good reasō why they know not good indeed Count Many marrie then on whom distresse doth loure Ida. Yes they that vertue deeme an honest dowre Madame by right this world I may compare Vnto my worke wherein with heedfull care The heauenly workeman plants with curious hand As I with needle drawe each thing one land Euen as hee list some men like to the Rose Are fashioned fresh some in their stalkes do close And borne do suddaine die some are but weeds And yet from them a secret good proceeds I with my needle if I please may blot The fairest rose within my cambricke plot God with a becke can change each worldly thing The poore to earth the begger to the king What then hath man wherein hee well may boast Since by a becke he liues a louer is lost Enter Eustace with letters Count Peace Ida heere are straungers neare at hand Eust. Madame God speed Count I thanke you gentle squire Eust. The countrie Countesse of Northumberland Doth greete you well and hath requested mee To bring these letters to your Ladiship He carries the letter Count I thanke her honour and your selfe my friend Shee receiues and peruseth them I see she meanes you good braue Gentleman Daughter the Ladie Elinor salutes Your selfe as well as mee then for her sake T' were good you entertaind that Courtiour well Ida. As much salute as may become my sex And hee in vertue can vouchsafe to thinke I yeeld him for the courteous Countesse sake Good sir sit downe my mother heere and I Count time mispent an endlesse vanitie Eust. Beyond report the wit the faire the shape What worke you heere faire Mistresse may I see it Id. Good Sir looke on how like you this compact Eust. Me thinks in this I see true loue in act The Woodbines with their leaues do sweetly spred The Roses blushing prancke them in their red No flower but boasts the beauties of the spring This bird hath life indeed if it could sing What meanes faire Mistres had you in this worke Ida. My needle sir Eust. In needles then there lurkes Some hidden grace I deeme beyond my reach Id. Not grace in thē good sir but those that teach Eust. Say that your needle now were Cupids sting But ah her eie must bee no lesse In which is heauen and heauenlinesse In which the foode of God is shut Whose powers the purest mindes do glut Ida. What if it were Eust. Then see a wondrous thing I feare mee you would paint in Teneus heart Affection in his power and chiefest parts Ida. Good Lord sir no for hearts but pricked soft Are wounded sore for so I heare it oft Eust. what recks the second Where but your happy eye May make him liue whom Ioue hath iudgd to die Ida. Should life death within this needle lurke I le pricke no hearts I le pricke vpon my worke Enter Ateuken with Slipper the Clowne Cous. Peace Ida I perceiue the fox at hand Eust. The fox why fetch your hounds chace him hence Count Oh sir these great men barke at small offence Ateu. Come will it please you to enter gentle sir Offer to exeunt Stay courteous Ladies fauour me so much As to discourse a word or two apart Count Good sir my daughter learnes this rule of mee To shun resort and straungers companie For some are shifting mates that carrie letters Some such as you too good because our betters Slip. Now I pray you sir what a kin are you to a pickrell Ateu. Why knaue Slip. By my troth sir because I neuer knew a proper scituation fellow of your pitch fitter to swallow a gudgin Ateu. What meanst thou by this Slip. Shifting fellow sir these be thy words shifting fellow This Gentlewoman I feare me knew your bringing vp Ateu. How so Slip. Why sir your father was a Miller That could shift for a pecke of grist in a bushell And you a faire spoken Gentleman that can get more land by a lye then an honest man by his readie mony Ateu. Catiue what sayest thou Slip. I say sir that if shee call you shifting knaue You shall not put her to the proofe Ateu. And why Slip. Because sir liuing by your wit as you doo shifting is your letters pattents it were a hard matter for mee to get my dinner that day wherein my Maister had not solde a dozen of deuices a case of cogges and a shute of shifts in the morning I speak this in your commendation sir I pray you so take it Ateu. If I liue knaue I will bee reuenged what Gentleman would entertaine a rascall thus to derogate from his honour Ida. My Lord why are you thus impatient Ateu. Not angrie Ida but I teach this knaue How to behaue himselfe among his betters Behold faire Countesse to assure your stay I heere present the signet of the king Who now by mee faire Ida doth salute you And since in secret I haue certaine things In his behalfe good Madame to impart I craue your daughter to discourse a part Count Shee shall in humble dutie bee addrest To do his Highnesse will in what shee may Id. Now gentle sir what would his grace with me Ateu. Faire comely Nimph the beautie of your face Sufficient to bewitch the heauenly powers Hath wrought so much in him that now of late Hee findes himselfe made captiue vnto loue And though his power and Maiestie requires A straight commaund before an humble sute Yet hee his mightinesse doth so abase As to intreat your fauour honest maid Ida. Is hee not married sir vnto our Queen Ateu. Hee is Ida. And are not they by God accurst That seuer them whom hee hath knit in one Ateu. They bee what then wee seeke not to displace The Princesse from her seate but since by loue The king is made your owne shee is resolude In priuate to accept your dalliance In spight of warre watch or worldly eye Ida. Oh how hee talkes as if hee should not die As if that God in iustice once could winke Vpon that fault I am a sham'd to thinke Ateu. Tut Mistresse man at first was born to erre Women are all not formed to bee Saints T is impious for to kill our natiue king Whom by a little fauour wee may saue Ida. Better then liue vnchaste to liue in graue Ateu. Hee shall erect your state wed you well Ida. But can his warrant keep my soule from hell Ateu. He will inforce if you resist his sute Id. What tho the world may shame to him account To bee a king of men and worldly pelfe Ateu. Yet hath to power no rule and guide himselfe I know you gentle Ladie and the care

amend and I will loue him still Shou'd we disdaine our vines because they sprout Before their time or young men if they straine Beyōd their reach no vines that bloome and spread Do promise fruites and young men that are wilde In age growe wise my freendes and Scottish Peeres If that an English Princesse may preuaile Stay stay with him lo how my zealous prayer Is plead with teares fie Peeres will you hence S. And. Madam t is vertue in your grace to plead But we that see his vaine vntoward course Cannot but flie the fire before it burne And shun the Court before we see his fall Doro. Wil you not stay they Lordings fare you well Tho you forsake your King the heauens I hope Will fauour him through mine incessant prayer Dwar. Content you Madam thus old Ouid sings T is foolish to bewaile recurelesse things Dorothea Peace Dwarffe these words my patience moue Dwar. All tho you charme my speech charme not my loue Exeunt Nano Dorothea Enter the King of Scots Arius the nobles spying him returnes K. of S. Douglas how now why changest thou thy cheere Dougl. My priuate troubles are so great my liege As I must craue your licence for a while For to intend mine owne affaires at home Exit King You may depart but why is Morton sad Mor. The like occasion doth import me too So I desire your grace to giue me leaue K. of S. Well sir you may betake you to your ease When such grim syrs are gone I see no let To worke my will S. Atten. What like the Eagle then With often flight wilt thou thy feathers loose O King canst thou indure to see thy Court Of finest wits and Iudgements dispossest Whilst cloking craft with soothing climbes so high As each bewailes ambition is so bad Thy father left thee with estate and Crowne A learned councell to direct thy Court These carelessie O King thou castest off To entertaine a traine of Sicophants Thou well mai'st see although thou wilt not see That euery eye and eare both sees and heares The certaine signes of thine inconstinence Thou art alyed vnto the English King By marriage a happie friend indeed If vsed well if not a mightie foe Thinketh your grace he can indure and brooke To haue a partner in his daughters loue Thinketh your grace the grudge of priuie wrongs Will not procure him chaunge his smiles to threats Oh be not blinde to good call home your Lordes Displace these flattering Gnatoes driue them hence Loue and with kindnesse take your wedlocke wife Or else which God forbid I feare a change Sinne cannot thriue in courts without a plague K. of S. Go pack thou too vnles thou mēd thy talk On paine of death proud Bishop get you gone Vnlesse you headlesse mean to hoppe away 8. Atten. Thou god of heauē preuent my countries fall Exeunt K. of S. These staies and lets to pleasure plague my thoughts Forcing my greeuous wounds a new to bleed But care that hath transported me so farre Faire Ida is disperst in thought of thee Whose answere yeeldes me life or breeds my death Yond comes the messenger of weale or woe Enter Gnate Ateukin What newes Ateu. The adament o King will not be filde But by it selfe and beautie that exceeds By some exeeding fauour must be wrought Ida is coy as yet and doth repine Obiecting marriage honour feare and death Shee 's holy wise and too precise for me K. of S. Are these thy fruites of wits thy sight in Art Thine eloquence thy pollicie thy drift To mocke thy Prince thē catiue packe thee hence Art And let me die deuoured in my loue Ateu. Good Lord how rage gainsayeth reasons power My deare my gracious and beloued Prince The essence of my sute my God on earth Sit downe and rest your selfe appease your wrath Least with a frowne yee wound me to the death Oh that I were included in my graue That eyther now to saue my Princes life Must counsell crueltie or loose my King K. of S. Why sirrha is there meanes to mooue her minde Ateu. Oh should I not offend my royall liege K. of S. Tell all spare nought so I may gaine my loue Ateu. Alasse my soule why art thou torne in twaine For feare thou talke a thing that should displease K. of S. Tur speake what so thou wilt I pardon thee Ateu. How kinde a word how courteous is his grace Who would not die to succour such a king My liege this louely mayde of modest minde Could well incline to loue but that shee feares Faire Dorotheas power your grace doth know Your wedlocke is a mightie let to loue Were Ida sure to bee your wedded wife That then the twig would bowe you might command Ladies loue presents pompe and high estate K. of S. Ah Ateukin how shuld we display this let Ateu. Tut mightie Prince oh that I might bee whist K. of S. Why dalliest thou Ateu. I will not mooue my Prince I will preferre his safetie before my life Heare mee ô king t is Dorotheas death Must do you good K. of S. What murther of my Queene Yet to enioy my loue what is my Queene Oh but my vowe and promise to my Queene I but my hope to gaine a fairer Queene With how contrarious thoughts am I with drawne Why linger I twixt hope and doubtfull feare If Dorothe die will Ida loue Ateu. Shee will my Lord K. of S. Then let her die Deuise aduise the meanes Al likes me wel that lends me hope in loue Ateu. What will your grace consent then let mee worke There 's heere in Court a Frenchman Iaques calde A fit performer of our enterprise Whom I by gifts and promise will corrupt To slaye the Queene so that your grace will seale A warrant for the man to saue his life K. of S. Nought shall he want write thou and I wil signe And gentle Gnato if my Ida yeelde Thou shalt haue what thou wilt I le giue the straight A Barrony an Earledome for reward Ateu. Frolicke young king the Lasse shall bee your owne I le make her blyth and wanton by my wit Exeunt Enter Bohan with Obiron 3. Act Boh. So Oberon now it beginnes to worke in kinde The auncient Lords by leauing him aliue Disliking of his humors and respight Le ts him run headlong till his flatterers Sweeting his thoughts of lucklesse lust With vile perswations and alluring words Makes him make way by murther to his will Iudge faire king hast heard a greater ill Ober. Nor send more vertue in a countrie mayd I tell the Bohan it doth make me merrie To thinke the deeds the king meanes to performe Boha. To change that humour stand and see the rest I trow my sonne Slipper will shewes a iest Enter Slipper with a companion bog or wench dauncing a hornpipe and daunce out againe Boha. Now after this beguiling of our thoughts And changing them from sad to better glee Le ts to our sell and sit and

more I think vpon our last accord The more I greeue your suddaine parting hence First lawes of friendship did confirme our peace Now both the seale of faith and marriage bed The name of father and the style of friend These force in me affection full confirmd So that I greeue and this my heartie griefe The heauens record the world may witnesse well To loose your presence who are now to me A father brother and a vowed friend K. of Eng. Link all these louely stiles good king in one And since thy griefe exceeds in my depart I leaue my Dorithea to enioy thy whole compact Loues and plighted vowes Brother of Scotland this is my ioy my life Her fathers honour and her Countries hope Her mothers comfort and her husbands blisse I tell thee king in louing of my Doll Thou bindst her fathers heart and all his friends In bands of loue that death cannot dissolue K. of Scots Nor can her father loue her like to me My liues light and the comfort of my soule Faire Dorithea that wast Englands pride Welcome to Scotland and in signe of loue Lo I inuest thee with the Scottish Crowne Nobles and Ladies stoupe vnto your Queene And Trumpets sound that Heralds may proclaime Faire Dorithea peerlesse Queene of Scots All Long liue and prosper our faire Q. of Scots Enstall and Crowne her Dor. Thanks to the king of kings for my dignity Thanks to my father that prouides so carefully Thanks to my Lord and husband for this honor And thanks to all that loue their King and me All Long liue faire Dorithea our true Queene K. of E. Long shine the sun of Scotland in her pride Her fathers comfort and faire Scotlands Bride But Dorithea since I must depart And leaue thee from thy tender mothers charge Let me aduise my louely daughter first What best befits her in a forraine land Liue Doll for many eyes shall looke on thee Haue care of honor and the present state For she that steps to height of Maiestie Is euen the marke whereat the enemy aimes Thy vertues shall be construed to vice Thine affable discourse to abiect minde If coy detracting tongues will call thee proud Be therefore warie in this slippery state Honour thy husband loue him as thy life Make choyce of friends as Eagles of their yoong Who sooth no vice who flatter not for gaine But loue such friends as do the truth maintaine Thinke on these lessons when thou art alone And thou shalt liue in health when I am gone Dor. I will engraue these preceps in my heart And as the wind with calmnesse woes you hence Euen so I wish the heauens in all mishaps May blesse my father with continuall grace K. of E. Then son farwell the fauouring windes inuites vs to Long circumstance in taking princely leaues Is more officious then conuenient Brother of Scotland loue me in my childe You greet me well if so you will her good K. of Sc. Then louely Doll and all that fauor me Attend to see our English friends at sea Let all their charge depend vpon my purse They are our neighbors by whose kind accord We dare attempt the proudest Potentate Onely faire Countesse and your daughter stay With you I haue some other thing to say Exeunt all saue the King the Countesse Ida Ateukin in all royaltie K. of S. So let them tryumph that haue cause to ioy But wretched King thy nuptiall knot is death Thy Bride the breeder of thy Countries ill For thy false heart dissenting from thy hand Misled by loue hast made another choyce Another choyce euen when thou vowdst thy soule To Dorithea Englands choysest pride O then thy wandring eyes bewitcht thy heart Euen in the Chappell did thy fancie change When periur'd man though faire Doll had thy hand The Scottish Idaes bewtie stale thy heart Yet feare and loue hath tyde thy readie tongue From blabbing forth the passions of thy minde Lest fearefull silence haue in suttle lookes Bewrayd the treason of my new vowd loue Be faire and louely Doll but here 's the prize That lodgeth here and entred through mine eyes Yet how so ere I loue I must be wise Now louely Countesse what reward or grace May I imploy on you for this your zeale And humble honors done vs in our Court In entertainment of the English King Countesse It was of dutie Prince that I haue done And what in fauour may content me most Is that it please your grace to giue me leaue For to returne vnto my Countrey home K. of Scots But louely Ida is your mind the same Ida. I count of Court my Lord as wise men do T is fit for those that knowes what longs thereto Each person to his place the wise to Art The Cobler to his clout the Swaine to Cart K. of Sc. But Ida you are faire and bewtie shines And seemeth best where pomp her pride refines Ida. If bewtie as I know there 's none in me Were sworne my loue and I his life should be The farther from the Court I were remoued The more I thinke of heauen I were beloued K. of Scots And why Ida. Because the Court is counted Venus net Where gifts and vowes for stales are often set None be she chaste as Vesta but shall meete A curious toong to charme her eares with sweet K. of Scots Why Ida then I see you set at naught The force of loue Ida. In sooth this is my thoght most gratious king That they that little proue Are mickle blest from bitter sweets of loue And wee le I wot I heard a shepheard sing That like a Bee Loue hath a little sting He lurkes in flowres he pearcheth on the trees He on Kings pillowes bends his prettie knees The Boy is blinde but when he will not spie He hath a leaden foote and wings to flie Beshrow me yet for all these strange effects If I would like the Lad that so infects K. of Scots Rare wit fair face what hart could more desire But Doll is faire and doth concerne thee neere Let Doll be faire she is wonne but I must woe And win faire Ida there 's some choyce in two But Ida thou art coy Ida. And why dread King K. of Scots In that you will dispraise so sweet A thing as loue had I my wish Ida. What then K. of Scots Then would I place his arrow here His bewtie in that face Ida. And were Apollo moued and rulde by me His wisedome should be yours and mine his tree K. of Scots But here returnes our traine Welcome faire Doll how fares our father is he shipt and gone Enters the traine backe Dor. My royall father is both shipt and gone God and faire winds direct him to his home K. of Sc. Amen say I wold thou wert with him too Then might I haue a fitter time to woo But Countesse you would be gone therfore farwell Yet Ida if thou wilt stay thou behind To accompany my Queene But if thou like