recure their wounds And whilst this auncient Standard bearer liues He shall haue fortie pound of yeerely fee And be my Beadsman father if you please Longsh. Madam I tell you England neuer bred A better souldier then your Beadsman is And that the Souldan and his Armie felt Edmund Out of the dutchie of riche Lancaster To finde soft bedding for their bruzed bones Duke Edmund giues three thousand pounds Longsh. Gramercies brother Edmund Happie is England vnder Edwards raigne When men are had so highly in regarde That Nobles striue who shall remunerate The souldiers resolution with regarde My Lord of Glocester what is your beneuolence Glocest. A thousand markes and please your Maiestie Longsh. And yours my lord of Sussex Sussex Fiue hundred pound and please your maiestie Long. What say you sir Dauid of Brecknock Dauid To a souldier sir Dauid cannot be too liberall Yet that I may giue no more then a poore knight is able And not presume as a mightie Earle I giue my Lord foure hundred foure score And nineteene poundes And so my lord of Sussex I am behind you an ace Sussex And yet sir Dauid ye aumble after apace Lon. Wel said Da thou couldst not be a Camber Britain If thou didst not loue a souldier with thy hart Let me see how is my Arithmeticke wil serue To totall the particulars Qu. Eli. Why my lord I hope you meane I shal be a benefactor to my fellow souldiers Longshankes And wel said Nell What wilt thou I set downe for thee Q. El. Nay my lord I am of age to set it down for my self You will alowe what I do will you not Longsh. That I will Maddam Were it to the value of my kingdome Qu. Elin. What is the summe my lord Longshankes 10000 pounds my Nell Qu. Eli. Then Elinor bethinke thee of a gift worthie the king of Englandes wife and the king of Spaines daughter and giue such a largis that the Chronicles of this land may crake with record of thy liberalitie Parturient montes nascitur ridiculus mus shee makes a Cipher There my lord neither one two nor three But a poore Cipher in Agrum to inrich good fellowes And compound their figure in their kinde Longsh Madam I commend your composition An argument of your honourable disposition Sweete Nell thou shouldst not be thy selfe Did not with thy mounting minde Thy gift surmount the rest Gloce. Cal you this Ridiculus mus mary sir this mouse Would make a foule hole in a faire Cheese T is but a Cipher in Agrum And it hath made of 10000 pounds 100000 pounds Edmund A princely gift and worthy memorie Clocester My gratious Lord as erst I was assignde Lieutenant to his Maiestie Here render I vp the crowne left in charge with me By your princely father king Menrie Who on his death bed still did call for you And dying wild to you the Diadem Longshankes Thankes worthie Lordes And seeing by doome of heauens it is decreed And lawful line of our succession Vnworthy Edward is become your king We take it as a blessing from on hie And wil our Coronation be solemnized Vpon the 14. of December next Qu. Eli. Vpon the 14. of December next Alas my Lord the time is all too short And sudden for so great solemnitie A yeare were scarse enough to set a worke Tailers Imbroderes and men of rare deuice For preparation of so great estate Trust me sweete Ned hardlie shal I bethinke me In twentie weekes what fashion robes to weare I pray thee then deferre it till the spring That we may haue our garments point deuice I meane to send for Tailers into Spaine That shall confer of some fantastickt sutes With those that be our conningst Englishmen What let me braue it now or neuer Ned Long. Madam content ye would that were greatest care You shall haue garments to your harts desire I neuer red but Englishmen exceld For change of rare deuises euery way Q. Eli. Yet pray thee Ned my loue my lord and king My fellow souldier and compeere in armes Do so much honour to thy Elinor To weare a sute that thee shall giue thy grace Of he one cost and workmanship perhaps Q. Mot. T wil come by leasurs daughter then I feare Th' art too fine fingard to be quick at worke Long. Twixt vs a greater matter breakes no square So it be such my Nell as may beseem The maiestie and greatnes of a king And now my Lords and louing friends Follow your Generall to the court After his trauels to repose him then There to recount with pleasure what is past Of warres alarums showres and sharpest stormes Exeunt all sauing the Queene and her daughter Q. Eli. Now Elinor now Englands louely Queene Bethinke thee of the greatnes of thy state And how to beare thy selfe with roialtie Aboue the other Queenes of Christendome That Spaine reaping renowne by Elinor And Elinor adding renowne to Spaine Britaine may her magnificence admire I tell thee Ione what time our highness sits Vnder our royall Canopie of state Glistering with pendants of the purest gold Like as our seate were spangled all with stars The world shall wonder at our maiestie As if the daughter of eternall Ops Turnd to the likenes of Vermilion fumes Where from her cloudie wombe the Centaures lept VVere in her royall seate inthronized Ione Madam if Ione thy daughter may aduise Let not your honour make your manners change The people of this land are men of warre The women courteous milde and debonaire Laying their liues at princes feete That gouernes with familiar maiestie But if their soueraignes once gin swell with pride Disdaning commons loue which is the strength And surenes of the richest common welth That Prince were better liue a priuate life Then rule with tirannie and discontent Q. Eli. Indeed we count them headstrong Englishmen But we shall hold them in a Spanish yoake And make them know their Lord and soueraigne Come daughter let vs home for to prouide For all the cunning work-men of this I le In our great chamber shall bee set a worke And in my hall shall bountifully feede My King like Phoebus bridegroome like shall marche With louely Xheeis to her grassie bed And all the lookers on shall stand amazde To see King Edward and his louely Queene Sit louely in Englands stately throne Exeunt Ambo Enter Lluellen alias Prince of Wales Rice ap Meredeth Owen ap Rice with swordes and bucklers and freese Ierkins Llu. Come Rice and rouse thee for thy countries good Followe the man that meanes to make you great Follow Lluellen rightfull prince of VVales Sprong from the loines of great Cadwallader Discended from the loines of Troian Brute And though the traiterous Saxons Normans Danes Haue spent the true Romans of glorious Troy Within the westerne mountaines of this I le Yet haue we hope to clime these stonie pales VVhen Londoners as Romains earst amazde Shall trembling crie Lluellens at the gate T' accomplish this
in death Bereaues her sence and memorie at once So that shee spoke shee knew nor how nor what King Sir fir fain would your highnes hide your faults By cunning vowes and glosing tearmes of Arte And well thou maist delude these listning eares Yet neuer asswage by proofe this iealous heart Traitor thy head shal raunsome my disgrace Daughter of darkenes whose accursed bowre The Poet fained to liue vppon Auernus Whereas Cimerians darkenes checks the Sun Dauids iealousie afflict me not so sore Faire Queene Elinor could neuer be so false I but shee vowed these treasons at her death A time not fitte to fashion monstrous lies Ah my vngratefull brother as thou art Could not my loue naie more could not the law Naie further could not nature thee allure For to refraine from this incestuous sinne Hast from my sight call Ione of Acon here Exit Edmund The luke-warme spring distilling from his eies His othes his vowes his reasons rested with remorce From forth his breast impoisoned with suspect Faine would I deeme that false I finde too true Enter Ione of Acone I come to know what Englands King commands I wonder why your Highnes greetes me thus With strange regarde and vnacquainted tearmes Ki. Ah Ione this wonder needes must wound thy brest For it hath well nigh slaine my wretched heart Ione What is the Queen my soueraigne mother dead Woes in vnhappie Ladie we begonne King The Queene is dead yet Ione lament not thou Poore soule guiltles art thou of this deceite That hath more cause to curse then to complaine Ione My dreadful soule assailed with dolefull speach Ioynes me to bow my knees vnto the ground Beseeding your most roiall Maiestie To rid your woefull daughter of suspect King I daughter Ione poore soule thou art deceaued The King of England is no scorned Priest Ione Was not the Ladie Elinor your spouse And am not I the ofspring of your loins King I but when Ladies liste to runne astraie The poore supposed father weares the horne And pleating leaue their Liege in Princes laps Jone thou art daughter to a leacherous Frier A Frier was thy father haplesse Ione Thy mother in profession vowes no lesse And I vilde wretch which sorrowed hard no lesse Ione What am I then a Friers base borne brat Presumptuous wretch why preasse I fore my king How can I looke my husband in the face Why should I liue since my renowne is lost Awaie thou want on weede hence worlds delight Shee fals groueling on the ground Porcrine abbasia come vintoet flianco Defluer chain boceail fren glisproni alfianco King O sommo Dio come i guâ—dneo humans Spesse offuscan son danu membo oscunro Haplesse and wretched lift vp thy heauie head Nurse not so much as this vnhappie chance Vnconstant Fortune still will haue her course Ione My King my King let Fortune haue her course Flie thou my soule and take a better corse Aies me from roiall state I now am faine You purple springs that wander in my vaines And whilom wants to feede my heauie heart Now all at once make hast and pittie me And stop your powers and change your natiue course Disolue to aire your luke-warme blouddie streames And cease to be that I maie be no more Your curled lockes draw from this cursed head A base her pompe for Ione is baselie borne Ah Gloster thou poore Gloster hast the wrong Shee sodainly dies at the Queenes beds feete Die wretch hate death for Ione hath liued too long King Reuiue thee haples Ladie greeue not thus In vaine speake I for shee reuiues no more Poore haplesse soule thy owne espected mones Hath wrought her soddaine and vntimelie death Enter Edmund Gloster running with Ladies and conuaies Ione of Acon awaie Lords Ladies hast ah Gloster art thou come Then must I now present a Tragedie Thy Ione is dead yet grieue thou not her fall Shee was too base a spouse for such a Prince Gloster Conspire you then with Heauens to work my harmes O sweete asswagers of our martiall misse Desired death depriue me of my life That I in death maie end my life and loue King Gloster thy King is partner of thy heauines Although nor tongue nor eies bewraie his meane For I haue lost a flowre as faire as thine A loue more deare For Elinor is dead But since the heauen lie ordinance decrees That all thinges change in their prefixed time Be thou content and beare it in thy breast Thy swelling griefe as needes I must mine Thy Ione of Acon and my Queene deceast Shall haue that Honor as beseemes their state You peeres of England see in roiall pompe These breathles bodies be entombed straight With tried colours couered all with blacke Let Spanish steedes as swift as fleeting winde Conuaie these Princes to their funerall Before them let a hundred mourners ride In euerie time of their enforste aboade Reare vp a crosse in token of their worke Whereon faire Elinors picture shall be plaste Arriued at London neare our Pallas bounds Interre my louelie Elinor late deceast And in remembraunce of her roialtie Erect a rich and statelie carued Crosse Whereon her stature shall with glorie shine And hence forth see you call it Charing crosse For why the chancest and the choisest Queene That euer did delight my roiall eies Their dwell in darkenes whilst I die in griefe But soft what tidings with these Purciuants Enter Messenger approch from Mortimor Messenger Sir Roger Mortimor with all Sussex as earste your Grace by message did commaund is here at hande in purpose to present your Highnes with his signes of victorie and trothles Balioll their accursed King with fire and sword doth threat Northumberland King How one affliction cals another ouer First death torments me then I feele disgrace Againe Lluellen he rebels in VVales And false Balioll meanes to braue me to But I will finde prouision for them all My constancie shall conquer death and shame And Mortimor t is thou must hast to wales And rouse that Rebel from his starting holes And rid thy King of his contentions foe VVhilst I with Elinor Gloster and the rest With speedie iourney gather vp our force And beat these brauing Scots from out our bounds Courage braue Souldiers fates hath done their worst Now Vertue let me triumphe in thine aide Exite Edward Gloster solus Gloster Now Ione of Acon let me mourne thy fal Sole here alone now set thee downe and sigh Sigh haples Gloster for thy sodaine losse Pale death alas hath bannished all thy pride Thy wedlocke vowes how ought haue I beheld Enter Mortimor with the head Thy eies thy lookes thy lippes and euerie part How nature store in them to shew their Art In shine in shape in colour and compare But now hath death the enemie of loue Staind and deformed the shine the shape the reede With pale and dimnes and my loue is dead Ah dead my loue vile wretch whi cam I liuing So willeth fates and I must be contented All pompe in time must fade and grow to nothing VVept I like Niobe yet it profits nothing Then cease my sighs since I maie not regaine her And woe to wretched death that this hath slaine her Exit Gloster Yours By George Peele Maister of Artes in Oxenford Finis
They are neither Gentlemen nor Welshmen That will denie their countrie Come hither wenche I le haue about with them once more For denying of theyr Countrie Make as if yee would fight Rice Frier thou wottest not what thou say est This is the prince and we are all his traine Disposed to be pleasant with thee a little But I perceiue Friar thy nose will bide no rest Friar As much as you will with me sir But not at any hand with my wench I and Richard my man heere For here Contra omnes gentes But is this Lluellen the great Camber Britaine Lluel. It is he Friar giue me thy hand And gramercies twentie times I promise thee thou hast cudgeld Two as good lessons into my iacket As euer Churchman did at so short warning The one is not to be too busie with another mans cattel The other not in hast to denie my countrie Friar T is pittie my Lorde But you should haue more of this learning You profit so well by it Lluel. T is pittie Friar but thou shouldst be Lluellens Chaplaine thou edifiest so well and so shalt thou be of mine honor heere I entertaine thee thy boye and thy trull to follow my fortune in Secula seculorum Friar And Richard my man sir and you loue me He that stands by me and shrunke not at all weathers And then you haue me in my colours Lluel Friars agreed Rice welcome the Ruffines Enter the Harper and sing to the tune of Who list to lead a Souldiers life Goe too goe too you Britaine 's all And plaie the men both great and small A wonderous matter hath be fall That makes the Prophets crie and call Tum da et di te de te dum That you must marche both all and some Against your foes with trumpe and Drum I speake to you from God that you shall ouercome With a turne both waies Lluel. What now who haue we here Tum date dite dote dum Fri. What haue we a fellow dropt out of the element What 's hee for a man Rice ap Mer. Knowest thou this Goscup Fri. What not Morgain Pigot our good welsh prophet O t is a holie Harper Meredith A Prophet with a moraine Good my Lord le ts heare a few of his lines I pray you Nouice My lords t is an od fellow I can tell you As any is in all Wales He can sing rime with reason and rime without reason And without reason or rime Lluellen The diuell hee can Rime with reason and rime without reason And reason without rime Then good Morgan Pigot pluck out thy spigot And draw vs a fresh pot From the kinder kinde of thy knowledge Friar Knowledge my sonne knowledge I warrantye How saist thou Morgaine art thou not a very prophet Harper Friar friar a Prophet verilie For great Lluellens loue Sent from aboue to bring him victorie Mered. Come then gentle prophet le ts see how thou canst salute thy prince say shall we haue good successe in our enterprize or no Harp VVhen the weathercock of Carmarthen steeple Shall ingender yong ones in the belferie And a heard of Goates leaue their pasture To be cloathed in siluer Then shall Brute be borne a new And VVales record their auncient hew Aske Friar Dauid if this be not true Friar This my Lord a meanes by you O he is a prophet a prophet Lluel. Soft you now good Morgan Pigot And take vs with yee a little I pray VVhat meanes your wisdome by all this Harper The VVeathercock my lord was your father who by foule weather of waire was driuen to take Sanctuarie in Saint Maries at Carnaruon where he begat yong ones on your mother in the belfrey viz. your worship and your brother Dauid Lluel. But what didst thou meane by the Goates Harp The Goates that leaue the pasture to be cloathed in siluer are the siluer Goates your men wore on their sleeues Fr. O how I loue thee Morgain Pigot our sweet prophet Llu. Hence rogue with your prophesies out of my sight Mered. Nay good my lord le ts haue a few more of these meeters he hath great store in his head Nouice Yea and of the best in the market And your Lordship would vouchsafe to heare them Lluellen Villaine away I le heere no more of your prophesies Harper VVhen legs shall lose their length Returning wearie home from out the holy land A VVwelshman shall be king And gouerne merrie England Mered Did I not tell your Lordship hee would hit it home anon Friar My Lord he comes to your time that 's flat Nouice I maister and you marke him he hit the marke pat Friar As how Iack Nou VVhy thus when legs shall lose their length And thankes yeelde vp their strength Returning wearie home from out the holy land A VVwelshman shall bee king And gouerne merrie England VVhy my Lord in this prophesie is your aduancement as plainlie seene as a three halfepence through a dishe of butter in a sunnie date Fri. I thinke so lack for hee that sees three halfepence must tarrie till the butter be melted in the suune and so foorth applie boie Nouice Nonego maister do you and you dare Lluel. And so boy thou meanest hee that tarries this prophesie may see Long shankes shorter by the head and Lluellan weare the crowne in the field Friar By ladie my Lord you go neere the matter But what saith Morgaine Pigote more Harper In the yeare of our lorde God 1272 shall spring from the loines of Brute one whose wiues name being the perfect end of his ground shal cōsummate the peace betwixt England and VVales and bee aduaunced to ride through Cheapside with a crowne on his head and that 's ment by your lordship for your wiues name being Ellen and your owne Lluellan beareth the perfect end of your owne name so must it needes bee that for a time Ellen flee from Lluellen yee beeing betrothed in heart each to others must needes bee aduaunced to bee highest of your kinne Lluel. Iacke I make him thy prisoner Looke what waie my fortune inclines That waie goes hee Mered. Sirra see you runne swiftest Friar Farewell be farre from the Spigote Exit Nouice Now sir if our countrie Ale were as good as your Metheglen I would teach you to play the knaue or you should teache me to play the Harper Harp Ambo boye you are too light witted As I am light minded Noui. It seemed to me thou art fittest and passing well Exeunt ambo Enter Guenther to Lluellen with letters Lluel. What tidings bringeth Guenther with his haste Say man what bodes thy message good or bad Guenther Bad my lord and all in vaine I wot Thou darest thine eyes vpon the wallowing maine As erst did Aegen to behold his sonne To welcome and receiue thy welcome loue And sable sailes he saw and so maist thou For whose mishap the Brackish seas lament Edward ô Edward Lluel. And what of him Guenther Landed he is at Douer with his men From
Long. He had no thought of any gentle heart That would not seaze desire for such desart If any heauenly ioy in women be Sweet of all sweetes sweete Nell it is in thee Now lords along by this the Earle of Marche Lord Mortimor ore Cambriaes mountaine tops Hath rang'd his men and feeles Lluellens minde To which confines that well in wasting be Our sollemne seruice of coronation past We will amaine to backe our friends at neede And into to Wales our men at armes shall march And we with them in person foote by foote Brother of Scotland you shall to your home And liue in honour there faire England friend And thou sweet Nell Queene of king Edwards heart Shall now come lesser at thy daintie loue And at coronation meete thy louing peeres When stormes are past and we haue coolde the rage Of these rebellious Welshmen that contend Gainst Englands maiestie and Edwards crowne Sound Trumpets Harolds lead the traine along This be king Edwards feast and hollie daie Exeunt Enter the Maris of London from Church and Musicke before her Qu. Eli. Glocester who may this be a bride or what I praie yee Ione goe see And know the reason of the harmonie Ione Good woman let it not ostend you any whit For to deliuer vnto me the cause That in this vnusuall kinde of sort You passe the streetes with musicke so Maris Mistres or Madam what ere you be Wot you I am the Maior of Londons wife Who for I haue beene deliuered of a sonne Hauing not these doozen yeares had any before Now in my husbands yeare of Mairoltie Bringing him a goodly boye I passe vnto my house a maiden bride Which priuate pleasure touching godlinesse Shall here no waye I hope offend the good Queene You hope so gentle mistres do you indeed But doe not make it parcell of your creede Maris Alas I am vndone it is the Queene The proudest Queene that euer England knew Exeunt Maris omnes Quee. Come Gloster le ts to the court and reuel there Exeunt Glocester and the Queene Enter Meredith Dauid and Lluellen Dauid Soft is it not Meredeth I behold Lluel. All good all friends Meredeth see the man Must make vs great and raise Lluellens head Fight thou Lluellen for thy friend and thee Mer. Fight mauger fortune strong our battailes strong And beare thy foes before thy pointed launce Dauid Not too much prowesse good my lord at once Some talke of pollicie another while Mered. How comes my lims hurt at this assault Lluel. Hurt for our good Meredeth make account Sir Dauids wit is full of good deuise And kindlie will performe what he pretends Dauid Enough of this my Lord at once What will you that I holde the king in hand Or what shall I especiallie aduize Sitting in counsell with the English lordes That so my counsell may auaile my friends Lluel. Dauid if thou wilt best for me deuise Aduise my loue be rendered to my hand Tell them the Chaines that Mulciber erst made To tie Prometheus lims to Caucasus Nor furies phanges shal hold me long from her But I will haue her from the usurper tent My beautious Elinor if ought in this If in this case thy wit may boote thy friends Expres it then in this in nothing els Dauid I there 's a Carde that puts vs to our trumpe For might I see the starre of Leisters loines It were enough to darken and obscure This Edwards glorie fortune and his pride First hereof can I put you out of doubt Lord Mortimor of the king hath her in charge And honourablie intreates your Elinor Some thinkes he praies Lluellen were in heauen And thereby hopes to coache his loue on earth Lluel No where Lluellen mounts there Ellen flies Inspeakable are my thoughts for her Shee is not from me in death to be diuorst Dauid Go to it shall be so so shall it be Edward is full resolued of thy faith So are the English lords and Barons all Then what may let thee to intrude on them Some new found stratagem to feele their wit It is enough Meredeth take my weapons I am your prisoner say so at the least Go hence and when you parle on the walles Make shew of monstrous tirannie you intend To execute on me as on the man That shamefullie rebels gainst kin and kinde And least thou haue thy loue and make thy kinde With such conditions as shall best concerne Dauid must die say thou a shamefull death Edward perhaps with ruthe and pittie moou'd Will in exchange yeelde Elinor to thee And thou by me shalt gaine thy hearts desire Lluel. Sweetely aduized Dauid thou blessest me My brother Dauid lengthener of my life Friends gratulate to me my ioyfull hopes Exeunt Enter Longshankes Sussex and others Long. Why Barons suffer yee our foes to breathe Assault assault and charge them all amaine They feare they flie they faint they fight in vaine But where is gentle Dauid in his Den Loth were lenght but good should him betide Sound an Alarum On the walles enter Longshankes Sussex Mortimor Dauid the Friar Meredith holding Dauid by the collar with a Dagger in his hande Long. Where is the proude disturber of our state Traitor to Wailes and to his Soueraigne Lluel. Vsurper here I am what doost thou craue Lon. Welshman alleagance which thou owest thy king Lluel. Traitor no king that seekes thy countries sack The famous runnagate of Christendome Long. Ambitious rebell knowest thou what I am How great how famous and how fortunate And darst thou carie armes against me here Euen when thou shouldst do reuerence at my feete Yea feard and honourd in the farthest parts Hath Edward beene thy noble Henries sonne Traitor this sworde vnsheathd hath shined oft VVith reeking in the bloud of Sarazens When like to Perseus on his winged steede Brandishing bright the bloud of Adamant That aged Saturne gaue faire Maias sonne Conflicting tho with Gorgon in the vale Setting before the gates of Nazareth My horses hoofes I staind in Pagans gore Sending whole countries of heathen soules To Plutoes house this sworde this thirstie sworde Aimes at thy head and shall I hope ere long Gage and deuide thy bowels and thy bulke Disloiall villaine thou and what is more Lluel. Why Longshankes thinkst thou I will bee scarde with wordes No didst thou speake in thunder like to Ioue Or shouldst as Briareus shake at once A hundred bloudie swordes with bloudie hands I tell thee Longshankes here he faceth thee VVhome nought can daunt no not the stroke of death Resolu'd yee see but see the chance of warre Knowst thou a traitor and thou seest his head Then Longshankes looke this villaine in the face This Rebell he hath wrought his countries wrack Base rascall had and hated in his kinde Obiect of wrath and subiect of reuenge Long. Lluellen calst thou this the chance of warre Bad for vs all pardie but worse for him Courage sir Dauid kings thou knowst must die And noble mindes all
dastard feare defies Dauid Renowmed England star of Edwards Globe My liefest lord and sweetest Soueraigne Glorious and happie is this chance to me To reape this fame and honour in my death That I was hewed with foule defiled hands For my beloued king and countries good And died in grace and fauour with my prince Seaze on me bloudie butchers with your pawes It is but temporall that you can inflict Long. Brauelie resolu'd braue souldier by my life Friar Harke you sir I am afeard you will not be so resolued by that time you knowe so much as I can showe you here be hote Dogges I can tell you meanes to haue the baiting of you Mort. Lluellen in the midst of all thy braues How wilt thou vse thy brother thou hast tane Wilt thou let his maister ransome him Lluel. No nor his mistres gallant Mortimor With all the golde and siluer of the land Mered. Raunsome this Iudas to his fathers line Raunsome this traitor to his brothers life No take that earnest pennie of thy death This touche my lord comes nothing neere the marke Meredith stabs him into the armes and shoulders Longsh. O damned villaine holde thy hands Aske and haue Lluel. We will nor ask nor haue seest thou these tooles He showes him hote Pinsers These be the Dogges shall baite him to the death And shall by peecemeales teare his cursed flesh And in thy sight here shall he hang and pine Long. O villains traitors how will I be vengd Lluel. What threats thou Edward Desperate mindes contemne That furie menaceth see thy words effects He cuts his nose Dauid O gratious heauens dissolue me into claie This tirannie is more then flesh can beare Lon. Beare it braue minde sith nothing but thy bloud May satisfie in this extreame estate Sussex My lord it is in vaine to threaten them They are resolu'd yee see vpon his death Long. Sussex his death they all shall buie it deare Offer them any fauour for his life Pardon or peace or ought what is beside So loue me God as I regarde my friends Lluellen let me haue thy brothers life Euen at what rate and ransome thou wilt name Lluel. Edward king Edward as thou list be termd Thou knowst thou hast my beautious Elinor Produce her forth to plead for Dauids life She may obtaine more then an hoaste of men Long. VVilt thou exchange thy prisoner for thy loue Lluel. Talke no more to me let me see her face Morti. VVhy will your maiestie be all so base To stoope to his demaunds in euerie thing Long. Fetch her at once good Mortimor be gone Morti I go but how vnwilling heauens doth know Mered. A pace Mortimor if thou loue thy friend Morti. I go for dearer then I leaue behinde Mortimor goes for Elinor and conducts her in Long. See Sussex how he bleedeth in my eye That beareth fortunes shocke triumphantlie Friar Saw haw maiâ—er I haue found I haue found Lluel. VVhat hast thou found Friar ha Mered. Newes my lord a Star from out the Sea The same is risen and made a sommers day Then Lluellen spieth Elinor and Mortimor and saieth thus VVhat Nell sweete Nell doe I behold thy face Fall heauens fleete stars shine Phoebus lampe no more This is the Planet lends this world her light Starre of my fortune this that shineth bright Queene of my heart load starre of my delight Faire mould of beautie miracle of fame O let me die with Elinor in mine armes VVhat honour shall I lend thy loialtie Or praise vnto thy sacred dietie Mered. Marrie this my lord if I may giue you counsel sacrifice this Tike in her sight her friend which beeing done one of your souldiers may dip his foule shirt in his bloud so shall you bee waited with as many crosses as king Edward Long. Good cheere sir Dauid we shall vp anon Morti. Die Mortimor thy life is almost gone Eli. Sweet prince of Wales were I within thine armes Then should I in peace possesse my loue And heauens open faire their christall gates That I may see the pallace or my intent Long. Lluellen set try brother free Let me haue him thou shalt haue Elinor Lluel. Sooth Edward I do prize my Elinor Deerer then life but there belongeth more To these affaires than my content in loue And to be short if thou wilt haue thy man Of whome I sweare thou thinkest ouer well The safetie of Lluellen and his men Must be regarded highlie in this matche Say therefore and be short wilt thou giue peace And pardon to Lluellen and his men Long. I will herein haue time to be aduizd Lluel King Edward no we will admit no pause For goes this wretch this wretch to the pot And if Lluellen be pursued so neere May chance to showe thee such a tumbling cast As ere our father when he thought to scape And broke his neck from Iulius Casars towne Sussex My lord these rebels all are desperate Morti. And Mortimor of all most misetable Longsh How say you Welshmen will you leaue your armes And be true liegemen vnto Edwards crowne All the Sold If Edward pardon surely what is past Vpon conditions we are all content Long. Belike you will condition with vs then Sold Speciall conditions for our safetie first And for our countrie Cambrias common good T' auoide the fusion of our guiltie bloud Longsh. Go to say on Sold First for our followers and our selues and all We aske a pardon in the Princes word Then for this Lords possession in his loue But for our Countrie cheere these boones we beg And Englands promise princely to thy Wailes That none be Cambrias prince to gouerne vs But he that is a Welshman borne in Wales Graunt this and sweare it on thy knightly sword And haue thy man and vs and all in peace Lluel. Whie Cambria Britaines are you so incensed VVill you deliuer me to Edwards hands Soldi. No lord Lluellen we will backe for thee Thy life thy loue and golden libertie Morti. A truce with honourable conditions tane VVales happines Englands glorie and my bane Long. Commaund retreat be sounded in our campe Souldiers I graunt at full what you request Dauid good cheere Lluellen open the gates Lluel. The gates are opened enter thee and thine Daus. The sweetest sunne that ere I saw to shine Long. Madam a brabble well begun for thee Be thou my guest and sir Lluellens loue Exeunt Mortimor solus Mortimor a brable ill beganne for thee A truce with capitall conditions tane A prisoner sau'd and raunsomd with thy life Edward my king my Lord and louer deare Full little doost thou wot how this retreat As with a sword hath slaine poore Mortimor Farewell the flower the gem of beauties blaze Sweete Ellen miracle of natures hand Fuellen in thy name but heauen is in thy lookes Sweete Venus let me sainct or diuel be In that sweet heauen or hell that is in thee Exit Enter Iack and the Harper getting a standing against the Queene comes in
Englishe Edward stand agaste Versses Balioll hath chosen at this time to sturre To rouze him Lion like and cast the yoke That Scots ingloriouslie haue borne from thee And all the predecessors of thy line And make his roddes to reobtaine his rights And for his homage sends thee al this despight Edmund Why how now princockes pratest thou to a king Versses I doe my message truely from my king This sword and targot chide in lowder tearmes I bring defiance from king Iohn Balioll To English Edward and his Barons all Longsh. Mâ—ie so me thinkes thou defiest mee with a witnes Versses Balioll my king in Barwicke makes his Court His campe he spreads vppon the sandie plaine And dares thee to the battaile in his right Edmund VVhat Court and Campe in Englishmens despight Longsh. Hold messenger commend me to thy King Weare thou my chaine and carrie this to him Greete all his route of Rebels more or lesse Tel them such shamefull end will hit them all And wend with this as resolutely backe As thou to England broughst thy Scottish braues Tel then disdainefullie Balioll from vs VVee le rouze him from his hold and make him soone Disloge his Campe and take his walled towne Saie what I bid thee Versses to his teeth And earne this fauour and a better thing Versses Yes King of England whom my heart beloues Thinke as I promist him to braue thee heare So shall I bid Iohn Balioll bace from thee Longsh. So shalt thou earne my chaine and fauour Versses And carrie him this token that thou sendst VVhy now is Englands haruest ripe Barons now maie you reape the rich renowne That vnder warlicke colours springs in field And growes where ensignes wan vppon the plains False Balioll VVarwicke arwicke is no hold of proose To shrowd thee from the strength of Edwards arme No Scot thy Treasons feare shal make the breach For Englands pure renowne to enter one Omnes Amaine amaine vppon these treacherous Scottes Amaine saie all vppon these treacherous Scots Longsh. VVhile wee with Edmund Gloster and the rest VVith speedie iourne is gather vp our forces And beat these brauing Scots from Englands bounds Mortimor thou shalt take the route in taske That reuell here and spoile faire Cambria My Queene when shee is strong and well a foote Shall post to London and repaste her there Then God shall send vs happely all to meete And ioy the honors of our victories Take vantage of our foes and see the time Keepe stil our hold our fight yet on the plaine Balioll I come proud Balioll and ingrate Perswaded to chase thy men from Englands gate Exit Edward King Enter Balioll with his traine Balioll. Princes of Scotland and my louing friends VVhose neckes are ouer-wearied with the yoke And seruile bondage of these Englishmen List vp your hornes and with your brasen hoofes Spurre at the honor of your Enemies T is not ambitious thoughts of priuate rule Hath forst your king to take on him these Armes T is countreis cause it is the commons good Of vs and of our braue posterity to armes to armes Versses by this hath tolde the King our mindes And he hath braued proud England to the proofe VVe will renumerate his resolution With gold with glory and with kingly gifts Lorde By sweet Saint Ierem Versses will not spare To tell his message to the English King And beard the iolly Longshankes to his face VVere he the greatest Monarch in the world And here he comes his halter makes him hast Enter Versses Long liue my lord the rightfull King of Scots Balioll. Welcome Versses what newes from England Like to the measure of Scotlands King Versses Versses my Lord in tearmes like to himselfe Like to the messenger of Scottish King Defied the Peares of England and their lords That all his Barons trembles at my threats And Longshankes himselfe as dainted and amased Gazde on my face not witting what to say Till rouzing vp he shakte his threating haire Versses quoth he take thou King Edwards chaine Vppon condicion thou a message doe To Balioll false periurde Balioll For in these tearmes he bad me greete your Grace And gaue this halter to your excellences I tooke the chaine and gaue your Grace the rope Balioll. You tooke the chaine and giue my Grace the rope Lay hold on him why miscreaÌ„t recreant And darst thou bring a halter to thy King But I will quite thy paine and in that chaine Vppon a siluer Gallowes shalt thou hang That honored with a golden rope of England And a siluer Gibbet of Scotland Thou maist hang in the aire for fowles to feede vppon And men to wonder at awaie with him away After the sight of Iohn Balioll is done enter Mortimor pursuing of the Rebels Mort. Strike vp the drum follow pursue and chase Follow pursue spare not the proudest he That hauocks Englands sacred roialty Exit Morti. Then make the proclamation vpon the walles Sound Trumpets Enter Queene alone Now fits the time to purge our melancholly and bee reuenged vppon this London Dame Katherina Enter Katherina At hand Madam Queene Bring forth our London Maris here Kather. I will Madam Queene Now Nell be thee of some tortures for the Dame And purge thy choller to the vttermost Enter Maris and Katherine Now mistres Maris you haue attendance vrgde And therefore to requite your curtesie Our minde is to bestow an office on you straight Maris My selfe my life and seruice mighty Queen are humblie at your Maiesties commaund Queene Then mistres Maris saie whether will you be our Nurse or Landeres Maris Then maie it please your Maiestie to entertaine your handmaide for your Nurse shee will attende the craddle carefully Queene O no Nurse the Babe needes no great rockeing it can lull it selfe Katherina binde her in the chaire and let me see how shee le become a Nurse so now Katherin draw forth her brest and let the Serpent sucke his fil why so now shee is a Nurse sucke on sweet Babe Maris Ah Queene sweete Queene seeke not my bloud to spill For I shal die before this Adder haue his fil Queene Die or die not my minde is fullie pleased Come Katherina to London now wil we And leaue our Maris with her nurserie Kath. Farewel sweete Maris looke vnto the Babe Exeunt Queene and Kath. Maris Farewel proud Queen the Autor of my death The scourge of England and to English dames Ah husband sweete Iohn Bearmber Maior of London Ah didst thou know how Mary is perplext Soone wouldst thou come to Wales and rid me of this paine Here shee dies But oh I die my wishe is al in vaine Enter Lluellen running out before and Dauid with a halter ready to hang himselfe Lluellen The angry Heauens frownd on Brittains face To Ecclipse the glorie of faire Cambria VVith for or aspectes the dreadful Planets lowre Lluellen basely turne thy backe and flie No Welshmen fight it to the last and die For if my men safely haue got
the Bride Careles of chance I le recke no sowre euent Englands broad wombe hath not that armed band That can expel Lluellen from his land Enter Dauid Flie Lord of Cambria flie Prince of VVales Sweete brother flie the field is wonne and lost Thou art beset with Englands furious troupes And cursed Mortimor like a Lion leades Our men haue got the Bridg but al in vaine The English men are come vppon our backes Either flee or die for Edward hath the day For me I haue my rescue in my hand England on me no torments shal inflict Farewell Lluellen while wee meete in Heauen Exit Dauid Enter Souldiers Follow pursue lie there what ere thou be Lluellen is slaine with a Pike staffe Yet soft my hearts let vs his coutenance see This is the Prince I know him by his face O gracious fortune that me happie made To spoile the weede that chokes faire Cambria Hale him from hence and in this buskie wood Bury his corps but for his head I vowed I will present our gouernour with the same Exeunt omnes Enter the Frier with a halter about his necke Frier Come my gentle Richard my trew master seruant that in some stormes haue stood my maister hang thee I praie thee least I hang for thee and downe on thy mary bones like a foolish fellow that haue gone farre astray and aske forgiuenes of God and king Edward for playing the rachell and the Rebel here in Wales ah gentle Richard many a whot breakefast haue wee beene at together now since like one of Mars his frozen knights I must hang vp my weapon vppon this tree and come per misericordiam to the madde Potter Mortimor wring thy handes Frier and sing a pittiful farewell to thy pike-staffe at parting The Frier hauing song his farewell to his Pikestaffe a takes his leaue of Cambria and Exit the Frier Enter Mortimor with his souldiers and Elinor Mortimor Binde fast the Traitor and bring him awaie that the law maie iustly passe vppon him and receaue the reward of monstruous treasons and villanye staine to the name and honor of his noble countrey for you that slew Lluellen and presented vs with his heade the King shall reward your fortune and chiualry Sweet Ladie abate not thy lookes so heauenlie to the earth God and the King of England hath honor for thee in store and Mortimors heart at seruice and at thy commaundement Elinor Thankes gentle Lord but alas who can blame Elinor to accuse her starres that in one howre hath loste honor and contentment Mort. And in one howr may your Ladishippe recouer both if you vouchsafe so be aduised by your friendes but what makes the Frier here vpon his mary bones Frier O Potter Potter the Frier doth sue Now his olde maister is slaine and gone to haue anew Elinor Ah sweet Lluellen how thy death I rue Mortimor Well saide Frier better once then neuer giue me thy hand my cunning shall faile me but we will be fellowes yet and now Robin Hood is gone it shall cost me whot water but thou shalt be King Edwards man only I enioyne thee this come not too neare the Frier but good Frier be at my hand Frier O sirre no sirre not so sirre a was warned too latelie none of that flesh I loue Mortimor Come on and for those that haue made their submission and giuen their names in the Kinges name I pronounce their pardones and so God saue K. Edward Exeunt ambo from Wales Heres thunder and lightning when the Queen comes in Enter Queene Elinor and Ione Q Eli. Whie Ione is this the welcome that the clouds affordes how dare these disturbe our thoughts knowing that I am Edwardes wife and Englands Queen here thus on Charing greene to threaten me Ione Ah mother blaspheme not so your blaspheming and other wicked deeds hath caused our God to terrifie your thoughts and call to minde your sinfull fact committed against the Maris here of louely London and better Maris London neuer bread so full of ruth and pitty to the poore her haue you made awaie that London cries for vengeance on your head Queene I rid her not I made her not awaie by heauen I sweare Traitors they are to Edward and to Englandes Queene that saie I made awaie the Maris Ione Take heede sweet Lady mother sweare not so a field of prise corne wil not stop their mouths that said you haue made a waie that vertuous woman Queene Gape earth and swallow me and let my soule sincke downe to Hell if I were Autor of this womens Tragedy Oh Ione helpe Ione thy mother sinckes Ione Oh mother my helpe is nothing oh she is suncke and here the earth is new closde vp againe ah Charinge greene for euer change thy hew and neuer may the gras grow greene againe but wither and returne to stones because that beauteous Elinor sincke on thee wel I will send vnto the king my fathers Grace and satisfie him of this strange mishap Exit Ione Alarum a charge after long skirmishe assault florishe Enter King Edward with his traine and Balioll prisoner Edward speaketh Edward Now trothles King what fruites haue brauing boastes VVhat end hath Treason but a soddaine fall Such as haue knowne thy life and bringing vp Haue praised thee for thy learning and thy art How comes it then that thou forgetst thy bookes That schoold thee to forget ingratitude Vnkinde this hand hath nointed thee a king This tongue pronounst the sentence of thy ruth If thou in lue of mine vnfaigned loue Hast leuied armes for to attempt my crowne Now see thy fruites thy gloryes are dispearst And his for like sith thou hast past thy bounds Thy sturdie necke must stoope to beare this yoke Balioll. I tooke this lesson Edward from my booke To keepe a iust equality of minde Content with euery fortune as it comes So canst thou threat no more then I expect Edward So sir your moderation is enforst Your goodly gloses cannot make it good Balioll. Then will I keepe in silence what I meane Since Edward thinkes my meaning is not good Edmund Naie Balioll speake forth if there yet remain A little remnant of perswading Art Balioll. If cunning haue power to win the king Let those imploy it that can flatter him If honored deede may reconcile the King It lies in me to giue and him to take Edward Why what remains for Balioll now to giue Balioll. Alegeance as becomes a roiall king Edward What league of faâ— where league is broken once Balioll. The greater hope in them that once haue falne Edward But foolishe are those Monarches that doe yeelde A conquered Realme vppon submissiue vowes Balioll. There take my crowne and so redeme my life Edward I sit that was the choisest plea of both For who so quels the pomp of haughtie windes And breakes their sâ—fe wheron they build their trust 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 wanting power they carrie not harme Balioll shall liue but yet within suâ— bounds