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
To passe the wearie time away Wearie God wot poore wench to thee That neuer thought these daies to see Mortimor Breake heart and split mine eies in twaine Neuer let me heare those wordes againe Frier What can the Frier doe or saie To passe the wearie time awaie More dare I doe then he dare saie Because he doubts to haue away Eli. Doe somewhat Frier saie or sing That may to sorrowes so lace bring And I meane while wil Garlands make Morti. O Mortimor were it for thy sake A Garland were the happiest stake That euer this hand vnhappie drew Frier Mistres shal I tel you true I haue a song I learnd it long agoe I wot not whether yo le like it wel or ill T is short and sweete but somewhat brolde before Once let me sing it and I aske no more Eli. What Frier will you so indeede Agrees it somewhat with your neede Frier Why mistres shal I sing my creede Eli. That 's fitter of the two at neede Morti. O wench how maist thou hope to speede Frier O mistres out it goes Looke what comes next the Frier throes The Frier sittes along and singes Morti. Such a sitting who euer saw An Eagles bird of a Iacke dawe Eli. So Sir is this all Morti. Sweete heart here 's no more Eli. How now good fellow more indeede By one then was before Frier How now the diuel in steede of a dittie Morti. Frier a dittie come late from the cittie To aske some pitty of this lasse so pretty Some pitty sweete mistres I praie you Eli. How now Frier where are we now and you play not the man Frier Friend Copes mate you that come late from the Cittie To aske some pittie of this lasse so prettie In likenes of a doleful dittie Hang me if I doe not paie yee Mortimor O Frier you grow chollericke wel yo le Haue no man to Court your mislers but your selfe On my word I le take you downe a botton hole Frier Ye talk ye talke childe Enter Lluellen and Meredith Lluellen T is wel potter you fight in a good quarrel Meredith Mas this blade wil holde let mee see then Frier Frier Mines for mine owne turne I warrant giue his Tooles rise and le ts to it but no and you loue me I skorne the oddes I can tel you see faire play and you be Gentlemen Lluellen Mary shal we Frier let vs see be their staues of a length good so now let vs deeme of the matter Frier and Potter without more clatter I haue cast your water and see as deepe into your desire as he that hadde diued everie day into your bosome O Frier wil nothing serue your turne but Larkes Are such fiue birds for such course Clarkes None but my Marian can serue your turne Eli. Cast water for the house wil burne Frier O mistres mistres flesh is fraile Ware when the signe is in the taile MIghtie is loue and doth preuaile Lluellen Therefore Frier shalt thou not faile But mightily your foe assaile And thrash this Potter with thy flaile And Potter neuer raue nor raile Not aske questions what I aile But take this toole and doe not quaile But thrash this Friers russet cote They take the Flailes And make him sing a dastards note And crie Peccaus miserere Dauid In amo amavi Goe to Mortimor Strike strike Frier Strike Potter be thou liefe or loth And if you le not strike I le strike for both Potter strikes He must needs go that the diuel driues Then Frier beware of other mens wiues Frier strikes I wish maister proud Potter the Diuell haue my soule But I le make my flaile circumscribe your noule Lluellen Why so now it cottens now the game beginnes One knaue currieth another for his sinnes Frier kneeles O maister short en my offences in mine eies If this Crucifige doe not suffice Send me to Heauen in a hempen sacrifice Frier kneeles O maisters maisters let this bee warning The Frier hath infected me with his learning Lluellen Villains do not touch the forbidden haire now to delude or to dishonor me Frier O maister quae nagata sunt grata sunt Lluellen Rice euery day thus shal it be wee le haue a thrashing set among the Friers and he that of these chalengers laies on slowest loade be thou at hand Rice to gore him with thy gode Frier A Potter Potter the Frier may rue That euer this day this our quarrel he knew My pate adle mine armes blacke and blue Potter Ah Frier who may his fates force eschew I thinke Frier you are prettilie scholde Frier And I thinke the Potter is handsomlie coold Exeunt ambo Morti. No Martimor here that Eternal fire That burnes and flames with brands of hot desire Why Martimor why doest thou not discouer Thy selfe her knight her liegeman and her louer Exit Martimor Enter Iohn Balioll King of Scots with his traine Lords of Albana and my peeres in France Since Balioll is inuested in his rights And weares the roial Scottish Diadem Time is to rouze him that the world may wotte Scotland disdaines to carrie Englands yoke Therefore my friend thus put in readines Why slacke we time to greete the English king With resolute message to let him know our minds Lord Versses though thy faith and oath be tane To follow Baliols armes for Scotlands right Yet is thy heart to Englands honor knit Therefore in spite of England and thy selfe Beare thou defiaunce proudly to thy king Tel him Albania findes heart and hope To shake of Englands tiranny be time To reskue Scotlands honor with his sword Lorde Bruce see cast about Versses necke A strangling halter that he minde his hast How farest thou Versses wilt thou doe this message Versses Although no comon post yet for my king I wil to England maugre Englands might And doe mine arrand boldly as becomes Albeit I honor English Edwards name And hold this slauish contemnment to skorne Balioll. Then hie away as swift as swallow flies And meete me on our rodes on Englands ground We there thinke of thy message and thy hast Sound Trumpets Exit Balioll. Enter King Edward Longshankes Edmund Duke of Lancaster Gloster Sussex Dauid Crespall booted from Northam Longsh. Now haue I leasure Lords to bid you welcome into Wales Welcome sweet Edmund to christen thy young nephew And welcome Cressingham giue me thy hand But Sussex what became of Mortimor We haue not seene the man this manie a daie Sussex Before your highnes rid frō hence to Northam Sir Roger was a suter to your Grace Touching faire Elinor Lluellens loue And so belike denide with discontent A discontinues from your Roial presence Longsh. Why Sussex saide we not for Elinor So she would leaue whom she had loued too long Shee might haue fauour with my Queene and me But man her minde about her fortune mounts And that 's a cause she failes in her accounts But goe with me my lord of Lancaster We will goe see my beauteous louely
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
That if his wings grow flig they may be clipt Enter the Potter and the Potters wife called the Potters his dwelling there and Iohn her man Potterswife Iohn come awaie you goe as though you slept a great knaue and be afraide of a little thundering and lightning Iohn Call you this a little thundering I am sure my breeches findes it a great deale for I am sure they are stufte with thunder Potterswife They are stufte with a foole are they not will it please you to carrie the lantern a little handsommer and not to carrie it with your handes in your slops Iohn Slops quoth you woulde I had taried at home by the fire and then I should not haue neede to put my hands in my pockets but I le lâ—e my life I know the reason of this towle weather Potâ—wife Doe you know the reason I praie thee Iohn tel me and let me heare this reason Iohn I lâ—e my life sonâ—e of your Gossipse be cros legâ— that we came from but you are wise mistres for you â—om now awâ— and wilâ— no 〈◊〉 a gossiping in a drie house all night Potterswife Would it please you to walke and leaue of your knauerie but st◠〈◊〉 what 's that riseth out of the ground Iesus blesse vs Iohn look how it riseth higher and higher Iohn Be my troth mistres t is a woman good Lord do women grâ— I neuer saw none grow before Poâ—swife Hold thy tongue thou foolish knaue it is the spirite of some woman Queene Ha let me see where am I on Charing green I o◠〈◊〉 greene here hâ—rd by Westminster where I was crowned and Edward there made King I t is true so it is and therefore Edward kisse not me vnlesse you will straight perfume your lips Edward Potterswife Ora pro nobis Iohn I praie â—ll to your prayers for my life it is the Queene that chases thus who sâ—cke this daâ—e on Charing greene and now is risen vp on Potters Hiue and therfore truâ—e 〈◊〉 I le go to her Here let the Potterswife goe to the Queen Queene Welcome good woman what place is this sea or land I pray shew to me Potterswife Your Grace neede not to feare you are on firme ground it is the Potters Hiue and therfoere cheare your Maiestie for I wil see you safe conducted to the Court if case your highnes be therewithall pleased Make a noise Westward how Queene I good woman conduct me to the court that there I maie bewaile my sinfull life and call to God to saue my wretched soule won aÌ„ what noise is this I hear Potterswife And like your Grace it is the Watermen that cals for passengers to goe VVestward now Queene That fits my turne for I will straight with them to Kinges towne to the Court and there repose me till the king come home and therefore sweete woman conceale what thou hast seene and leade mee to those Watermen for here doth Elinor droupe Iohn Come come here 's a goodly leading of you is ther not first you must make vs afeard and now I must bee troubled in carrying of you I would you were honestly laid in your bed so that I were not troubled with you Exeunt ambo Enter two messengers the one that Dauid shall be hangd the other of the Queenes sincking 1. Mrs Honor and Fortune waite vppon the Crowne Of Princelie Edward Englands valiant king Edward Thanks Messenger and if my God vouchsafe That winged Honor waite vppon my throne I le make her 〈◊〉 her plumbes vppon their heads Whose true allegeance doth confirme the Crowne What news in Wales how wends our busines there 2 Messeng The false disturber of that wasted soile VVith his adherents is surprised my King And in assurance he shall start no more Breathles he lies and headles to my Lordes The circumstance these lines shal here vnfold Edward A harmfull weede by wisedome rooted out Can neuer hurt the true ingrafted plant But what 's the newes Sir Thomas Spencer bringes Spenc. Wonders my Lord wrapt vp in homely words And Letters to informe your Maiestie Edw. O Heauens what maie these miracles portend Nobles my Queene is sicke but what is more Reed brother Edmund reede a wondrous chancâ— Edmund reedes a â—ine of the Queens sincking Edmund And â—not heard for red so strange a thing Edward Sweete Queene this sincking is a surfet tane Of pride wherewith thy womans mans heart did swell A dangerous maladie in the heart to dwell Lords march we towards London now in hast I will goe see my loue Elinor And comfort her after this strange affright And where she is importune to haue talke And secret conference with some Friers of France Mun thou with me and I with thee will goe And take the swete confession of my Nell We will haue French enough to parlee with the Queeâ— Edmund Might I aduise your royall maiestie I would not goe for millions of golde What â—nowes your grace disguised if you wend What you may heare in secrecy reuealde That maie appeale and discontent your highnes A goodly creature is your Elinor Brought vp in nicenesse and in delicacie Then listen not to her confession Lord To wound thy heart with some vnkinde conceite But as for Lancaster he maie not goe K. Edrard. brother I am resolude and goe I willâ— If God giue life and cheare my dying Queene Why Mun why man what ere King Edward heates It lies in God and him to pardon all I le haue no ghostlie Fathers out of France England hath learned Clarkes and Confessors To comfort and absolue as man may doe And I le be ghostlie Father for this once Edmund Edmund thou maist not goe although thou diâ— And yet how maist thou here thy King denie Edward is gratious merciful meeke and milde But 〈◊〉 when he findes he is beguilde Edward Messenger hie thee backe to Shrewsbury Bid Mortimor thy maister speede him fast And with his fortune welcome vs to London I long to see my beauteous louelie Queene Exeunt omnes Enter Dauid drawne on a hurdle with Mortimor and officers accompanied with the Frier the Nouice the Harper and Lluellens head on a speare Frier On afore on afore Nouice Hold vp your torches for dropping Frier A faire procession Sir Dauid be of good chear you cannot goe out of the waie hauing so manie guides at hand Nouice Be sure of that for we goe all the high way to the Gallowes I warrant you Dauid I goe where my starre leads me and die in my countreis iust cause and quarrell Harper The Starre that twinckled at thy birth Good brother mine hath mard thy mirth An o'de saide â—aw Earth must to earth Next yeare will be a pitteous death Of Hempe I dare laie a pennie This yeare is hangde so many Frier Well saide Morgan Pigot Harper and Prophet for the Kinges one mouth Nouice Tunda tedo tedo dote dum this is the daie thâ— time is come Morgan Pigots prophecie and Lord Lluellens Tragedie Frier Who saith
thus haue I brought you forth Disguisde to Milford hauen here attend The landing of the ladie Aeliner Her stay doth make me muse the winde stands fair And ten dayes hence we did expect them heere Neptune be fauourable to my loue And steere hir keele with thy three forked mace That from this shore I may behold her sailes And in mine armes embrace my deerest deare Rice Braue prince of Wales this honorable matche Cannot but turne to Cambrias common good Simon de Momfort her thrise valiant sonne That in the Barons warres was Generall VVas lou'd and honoured of the Englishmen VVhen they shall heare shee s your espoused wife Assure your grace we shall haue great supplie To make our roades in England mightilie Owen VVhat we resolu'd must strongly be performd Before the king returne from Palestine VVhilst he wins glorie at Ierusalem Let vs winne ground vpon the Englishmen Lluel. Owen ap Rice t is that Lluellen feares I feare me Edward will be come a shore Ere we can make prouision for the warre But be it as it will within his court My brother Dauid is that beares a face As if he were my greatest enemie He by this craft shall creepe into her heart And giue intelligence from time to time Of her intentions driftes and stratagems Heere let vs rest vpon the salt sea shore And while our eyes long for our hearts desires Let vs like friends pastime vs on the sands Our frolike mindes are ominous for good Enter Friar Hugh ap Dauid Guenthian his wench in Flannell and Iack his Nouice Friar Guenthian as I am true man So will I doo the best I can Guenthian as I am true Priest So will I bee at thy behest Guenthian as I am true Friar So wil I be at thy desire Nouice My maister stands too neere the fier Trust him not wench he will prooue a liar Lluellen True man true Friar true priest true knaue These foure in one this trull shall haue Friar Heere sweare I by my shauen crowne VVench if I giue thee a gay greene gowne I le take thee vp as I laid thee downe And neuer bruze nor batter thee Nouice O sweare not maister flesh is fraile VVenche when the signe is in the taile Mightie is loue and will preuaile This Churchman dooth but flatter thee Lluel. A prittie worme and a lustie friar Made for the field not for the quire Guenth. Mas Friar as I am true maide So do I hold me well a paide T is Churchmans laie and veritie To liue in loue and charitie And therefore weene I as my creede Your wordes shall companie my deed Dauie my deare I yeeld in all Thine owne to goe and come at call Rice And so farre foorth begins our braule Friar Then my Guenthian to begin Sith idlenes in loue is sinne Boie to the towne I will thee hie And so returne euen by and by VVhen thou with cakes and muskadine And other iunkets good and fine Hast fild thy bottle and thy bagge Nouice Now maister as I am true wag I will be neither late nor lag But goe and come with gossips cheere Ere Gib our Cat can lick her care For long agoe I learned in schoole That louers desire and pleasures coole Sanct Ceres sweetes and Bacchus vine Now maister for the Cakes and Wine Exit Nouice Friar Wench to passe away the time in glee Guenthian set thee downe by me And let our lips and voices meete In a merrie countrey songe Guenth. Friar I am at beek and baye And at thy commaundement to sing and say And other sportes among Ow. I marry my lord this is somwhat like a mans mony Heere 's a wholsome Welsh wench Lapt in her Flannell as warme as wooll And as fit as a pudding for a Friars mouthe The Friar and Guenthian sing Lluellen speakes to them Pax vobis pax vobis good fellowes faire fall yee Friar Et cum spiritu tuo Friends haue you any thing els to say to the Friar Owen Much good doo you much good you My maisters heart elie Friar And you sir when yee eate Haue ye any thing els to say to the Friar Lluel. Nothing but I wou'd gladly know If muttó be your first dish what shal be your last seruice Friar It may bee sir I count it physicke To feede but on one dish at a sitting Sir would you any thing els with the Friar Rice O nothing sir but if you had any manners You might bid vs fall too Friar Nay and that be the matter good enough Is this all yee haue to say to the Friar Lluel All we haue to say to you sir it may be sir We would walke aside with your wenche a little Friar My maisters and frends I am a poore Friar a man of Gods making and a good fellow as you are legs feete face and hands hart from top to toe of my word right shape and Christendome and I loue a wenche as a wench should be loued and if you loue your selfe walke good friends I pray you let the Friar alone with his flesh Lluel. O Friar your holie mother the church teaches you to abstaine from these morsels therfore my maisters t is a deed of charitie to remooue this stumbling block a faire wench a shrewd temptation to a Friars conscience Guen. Friend if you knew the Friar halfe so well as the bailie of Brecknock you would think you might as so one mooue munck Dauie into the sea as Guenth from his side Lluel. Mas by your leaue wee le prooue Guenth. At your perill if you mooue his patience Friar Brother brother and my good Countrimen Lluel. Countrimen nay I cannot thinke that an English friar will come so farre into Wales barefooted Owen That 's more then you know and yet my lord he might ride hauing a fillie so neere warnings Fri. Hands off good countriman at few words faire Lluel. Countrimen not so sir wee renounce thee Friar and refuse your countrie Friar Then brother and my good friends Hands off and if you loue your ease Rice Ease me no easings wee le ease you of this carriage Friar Fellow be gone quicklie or my pike staffe and I will set thee away with a vengeance Llu. I am sorie trust me to see the church so vnpatient Fri. Ye Dogs ounes do me a shrowde turne and mocke me too flesh and bloud will not beare this then rise vp Robert and say to Richard Redde rationem villicationistuae sir Countriman kinsman Englishman Welshman you with the Wenche returne your Habeas corpus here 's a Circiorari for your Procedendo Owen Holde friar we are thy countriemen Rice Payd payd Digone we are thy countrimē Mundue Friar My Countrymen nay marry sir shal you not be my countrimen you sir you specially you sir that refuse the Friar and renounce his countrie Lluel. Friar hold thy hands I sweare as I am a Gentleman I am a Welshman and so are the rest of honestie Friar Of honestie saiest thou
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
The trumpets sound Queene Elinor or in her litter borne by foure Negro Mores Ione of Acton with her attended on by the Earle of Glocester and her foure footemen one hauing set a ladder to the side de of the litter she descended and her daughter followeth Qu. Eli. Giue me my pantables Fie this hot wether how it makes me sweate Hey ho my heart ah I am passing faint Giue me my fanne that I may coole my face Hold take my maske but see you romple not This wind and dust see how it smolders me Some drinke good Gloster or I die for drinke Ah Ned thou hast forgot thy Nell I see That shee is thus inforst to follow thee maiesty Gloster This aires distemperature and please your Noisome through mountains vapors send thick mist Vnpleasant needes must be to you and your company That neuer was wont to take the aire Til Flora haue perfumde the earth with sweetes With lillies roses mints and Eglantine Qu. Eli. I tel thee the ground is al to base For Elinor to honor with her steps Whose footepace when shee progrest in the streete Of Aecon and the faire Ierusalem VVas nought but costly Arras points Faire I land tapestrie and Azured silke My milke white steed treading on cloth of ray And trampling proudly vnder the feete Choise of our English wollen drapery This climat or clowring with blacke congealed clouds That takes their swelling from the marrish soile Fraught with infectious frogges and ruistie dampes Is farre vnworthy to be once embalmd With redolence of this refreshing breath That sweetens where it lights as doe the flames And holy fires of Vestaes sacrifice spring Ione VVhose pleasant fields new planted with the Make Thamesis to mount aboue the bankes And like a wanton walloing vp and downe On Floras beds and Napees siluer downe Glo. And wales for me Madame while you are here No Climate good vnlesse your grace be nere Would wales had ought could please you halfe so well Or any precious thing in Glosters gift Whereof your ladiship would chalenge me Ione Well saide my lord t is as my mother saies You men haue learnd to woe a thousande waies Gloster O madame had I learned against my neede Of all those waies to woo one way to speede My cunning then had beene my fortunes guide Q. Eli. Faith Ione I thinke thou must be Glosters bride Good Earle how neare he steps vnto her side So soone this eie these younglings had espide I le tel thee girle when I was faire and young I found such honny in sweete Edwards tongue As I could neuer spend one idle walke But Ned and I would peece it out with talke So you my Lord when you haue got your Ione No matter let Queene mother be alone Old Nell is mother now and grandmother may The greenest grasse doth droupe and turn to hay Woo one kinde Clarke good Gloster loue thy Ione Her heart is thine her eies is not her owne Gl This comfort Madam that your grace doth giue Binds me in double duety whilst I liue Would God King Edward see and say no lesse Qu. Eli. Gloster I warrant thee vppon my life My King vouchsafs his daughter for thy wife Sweet Ned hath not forgot since he did woo The gal of loue and al that longs thereto Glost. Why was your grace so coie to one so kinde Qu. Eli Kinde Gloster so me thinks in deede It seemes he loues his wife no more then needs That sends for vs in al the speedy hast Knowing his Queene to be so great with childe And make me leaue my princely pleasant seates To come into his ruder part of wales Gl. His highnes hath some secrete reason why He wisheth you to moue frō Englands pleasant courts The VVelshmen haue of long time suters beene That when the warre of rebels sorts an end None might be prince and ruler ouer them But such a one as was their countriman VVhich sure I thinke his grace hath graunted them Qu. Eli. So then it is king Edwards Pollicie To haue his sonne for sooth sonne if it be A VVelshman well welshman it liketh me And heere he comes Enter Edward Longshankes and his lords to the Queene and her footmen Longsh. Nell welcome into VVales How fares my Elinor Qu. Eli. Neare worse beshrow their harts t is long on Long. Harts sweet Nell shrow no harts VVhere such sweete saints doe dwell He holds her handfast Qu. Eli. Nay then I see I haue my dreame I pray let go You will not will you whether I will or no You are disposed to mooue me Longsh. Say any thing but so Once Nell thou gauest me this Qu Eli. I pray let go yee are disposed I thinke Long I madame verie well Qu. El. Let go and be naught I say Longsh VVhat ailes my Nell Qu Eli. Aie me what sodaine fits is this I prooue What griefe what pine lung paine like youngmens loue That makes me madding tun thus too and froe Longsh. VVhat mallencollie Nell Qu Eli. My lord pray let me go Giue me sweetwater why how whote it is Glost. These be the fits trouble mens wits Long. Ione aske thy beautious Mistres how she dooth Ione How fares your maiestie Qu. Eli. Ione agreeu'd at the hart and angered worse Because I came not right in I thinke the King comes purposely to spite me My finger itche till I haue had my will Proud Edward call in thy Elinor be still It will not be nor rest I any where Till I haue set it soundly on his eare Ione Is that the matter then let me alone Qu. Elin. Fie how I fret with greefe Long. Come hither Ione knowest thou what ailes my Queene Ione Not I my lord shee longs I thinke to giue your grace a boxe on theare Long. Nay wench if that be as wee le eare it wel What all a mort how doth my dainty Nell Looke vp sweete loue vnkind not kisse me once That may not be Qu. Eli. My lord I thinke you doe it for the nonce Long. Sweet heart one kisse Qu. Eli. For Gods sake let me go Long. Sweet heart a kisse Qu Eli. What whether I will or no you will not leaue let be I say Long. I must be better chidde Qu. Eli No wil take that then lusty lord Sir leaue when you are bidde Long. Why so this chare is charde Gloster A good one by the roode Qu. Eli. No force no harme Long. No harme that doth my Elinor any good Learne lords gainst you be maried men to bow to womens yoke And sturdy though you be you may not stur for euery stroke Now my sweet Nell how doth my Queene Qu. Eli. Shee vaunts that mighty England hath felt her fist Taken a blow basely at Elinors hand And vaunt shee may good leaue being curst and coy Lacke nothing Nell whilst thou hast brought thy lorde a louely boie Veniacion I am sicke good Katherina I pray thee beat hand Kath. Spain This sickenes I hope wil bring King
Queene That hath inricht me with a goodly boye King Edward Edmund and Gloster goes into the the Queenes Chamber the Queenes Tent opens shee is discouered in her bed attended by Mary Dutches of Lancaster Ione of Acon her daughter the Queen dandles his young sonne Longsh Ladies by your leaue how doth my Nell mine owne my loue my life my heart my deare my doue my Queene my wife Eli. Ned art thou come sweet Ned welcome my ioy Thy Nell presents thee with a louely boy Kisse him and christen him after thine owne name Hey ho whom doe I see my lord of Lancaster welcome hartely Lancaster I thanke your grace sweet Nell wel mette withall Q. Eli. Brother Emund hers a kinsman of yours you must neede be acquainted Edmund A goodly boy God blesse him giue mee your hand Sir you are welcome into Wales Qu. Eli. Brother ther 's a fist I warrant you wil holde Mace as fast as euer did father or grandfather before him Longsh. But tel in now lapt in Lillie bands How with my Queen my louely boye it stands After thy iourney and these child bed paines Qu. Eli. Sicke mine owne Ned thy Nell for thy companie That lured her with thy lies all so farre To follow thee vnweldie in thy warre But I forgiue thee Ned my lims delight So thy young sonne thou see be brauelie dight And in Carnaruan christened roiallie Sweet loue let him be lapt most curiouslie He is thine owne as true as he is thine Take order then that he be passing fine Longsh My louelie Ladie let that care be lesse For my young sonne the countrey wil I feast And haue him borne as brauely to the funt As euer yet Kings sonne to Christning went Lacke thou no precious thing to comfort thee De reare then Englands Diadem vnto me Qu. Eli. Thankes gentle Lord nurse rocke the Cradle fie The King so neare and here the boie to crie Ione take him vp and sing a Lullabie Longsh. T is wel beleeue me wench godamercie Ione Edmund Shee learnes my Lord to lull a young one of her owne Qu. Eli. Giue me some drinke Longsh. Drinke Nectar my sweete Nell Worthy for seat in heauen with Ioue to dwell Eli. Gramercis Ned now wel remembred yet I haue a suite sweete lord but you must not denie it Whereas my Lord of Gloster good Clare mine host my guide Good Ned let Ione of Acon be his bride Assure your selfe that they are throughly wooed Longsh. God send the King be taken in the mood Then Neece t is like that you shall haue a husband Come hither Gloster hold giue her thy hand Take her sole daughter to the Queene of England Longsh. giues her to Gloster For newes hee brought Nell of my young sonne I promist him as much as I haue done Gloster and Ione hand in hand We humbly thanke your maiestie Edmund Much ioy may them betide A gallant bridegrome and a princely bride Longsh. Now say sweete Queene what doth my Lady craue Tell me what name shal this young Welshman haue Borne Prince of wales by Cambrias full consent Eli. Edward the name that doth me wel content Longsh. Then Edward of Carnaruan shal he be And Prince of Wales christned in roialtie D. Edmund My Lord I thinke the Queene woulde take a nappe Ione Nurse take the childe and hold in your lappe Longsh. Farewell good Ione be careful of my Queen Sleepe Nell the fairest Swan mine eies haue seene They close the Tent D. Edmund I had forgot-to aske your Maiesty How doe you with the Abbies here in Wales Longsh. As kings with rebels Mun our right preuails We haue good Robin Hood and little Iohn The Frier and the good Maid marrian Why our Lluellen is a mightie man Gloster Trust me my Lord me thinks t were very good That some good fellowes went and scourd the wood And take in hand to cudgell Robin Hood I thinke the Frier for all his lusty lookes Nor Robin rule with their gleames and hookes But would be quickely driuen to the nookes Dauid I can assure your highnes what I knowe The false Lluellen will not runne nor goe Or giue an inche of ground come man for man Nor that proude rebel called little Iohn To him that welds the massiest sword of England Gloster Welshman how wilt thou that we vnderstand But for Lluellen Dauid I denie England hath men will make Lluellen flie Maugre his beard and hide him in a hole VVearie of Englands dints and manly dole D. Edm. Gloster grow not so hot in Englands right That paints his honor out in euerie sight Long. By Gis faire Lords ere many daies be past England shall giue this Robin Hood his breakfast Dauid be secrete friend to that I saie And if I vse thy skill thou knowest the waie VVhere this proude Robin and his yeomen rome Dauid I do my Lord and blindfold thither can I run Longsh. Dauid enough as I am a Gentleman I le haue one merrie flirt with little Iohn And Robin Hood and his Maide marrian Be thou my counsell and my companie And thou maist Enlands resolution see Enter Sussex before the foure Barons of Wales Sussex May it please your maiestie here are 4. good Squires of the Cantréds where they do dwell come in the name of the whole countrey to gratulate vnto your highnes all your good fortunes and by me offer their most humble seruice to your young sonne their Prince whom they most heartely beseech God to blesse with long life and honor Longsh. Wel said Sussex I pray bid them come teare Sir Dan trust me this is kindly don of your cuntrey me Dauid Villains Traitors to the ancient glory and renowne of Cambria Morris Vaghan art thou there and thou proude Lord of Anglesee They kneele downe Enter Sussex with the foure Barrons of Wales with the Mantle of frise Mantle Barrons The poore countrey of Cambria by vs vnworthie messengers gratulats to your maiesty the birth of your young sonne Prince of Wales and in this poore prest express their most zealous duetie and affection which with all humblenes we present to your highnes sweete and sacred hands Longsh Gramercis Barons for your giftes and good wils by this means my boie shal weare a Mantle of cuntries weauing to keepe him warm and liue for Englands honor and Cambrias good I shall not neede I trust curteously to inuite you I doubt not Lords but you wil be all in readines to waite on your young Prince and doe him honor at his christning Sussex The whole countrey of Cambria round about all wel horst and attended on both men and women in their best array are come downe to doe seruice of loue and honour to our late born Prince your Maiesties son and honnie the men and women of Sowdone especially haue sent in great abundance of cattle corn enough by computacion for your highnes housheld a whole month and more Long. We thank them all and wil present our Q with
God saue her Grace and giue our young Prince a carpell in their kinde come on come on set your crouds and beate your heads together and behaue you handsomelie Here they sing Enter the Frier Dauid alone Frier I haue a budget in my nose this gaie morning and now wil I trie how clarkly the Frier can behaue him selfe t is a common fashion to get golde wich stand deliuer your purses Frier Dauies wil once in his daies get money by witte there is a rich Farmer should passe this waies to receaue a round summe of money if hee come to me the money is mine and the law shall take no vantage I wil cut off the law as the hangman would cutte a man downe when he hath shaken his heeles halfe an hour vnder the gallowes wel I must take some pains for this golde and haue at it The Frier spreads the lappet of his gowne and fals to dice. Enter a Farmer Farmer T is an olde saide saying I remember I redde it in Catoes Pueriles that Cantabit vaenus coram latrone viator A mans purse pennilesse may sing before a thiefe true as I haue not one pennie which makes me so peartly passe through these thickets but indeede I receaue a hundred marks and al the care is how I shal passe againe wel I resolued either to ride twenty miles about or else to be so well accompanied that I will not care for these ruffelers Frier Did euer man play with such vncircumcised handes sice ace to eleuen and lose the chaunce Farmer God speed good fellow why chafest thou so fast ther 's no body will win thy money from thee Frier Sounds you offer me iniury Sir to speake in my cast Farmer The Frier vndoubtedly is lunaticke I pray thee good fellow leaue chasting and get some warme drinke to comfort thy braines Frier A las Sir I am not lunaticke t is not so well for I haue lost my money which is farre worse I haue lost fiue golde Nobles to S Francis and if I knew where to meete with his receauer I would paie him presently Farmer Wouldest thou speake with S. Francis receauer Friar O Lord I Sir full gladlie Farmer Why man I am S. Francis receauer if you would haue anie thing with him Frier Are you S. Francis receauer Iesus Iesus are you S. Francis receauer and how does all Farmer I am his receauer and am now going to him abids S. Thomas a Waterings to breakefast this morning to a calfes head and bacon Frier Good Lord Sir I beseech you carrie him these fiue Noble and tell him I deale honestlie with him as if he were here present Farmer I will of my word and honestie Frier and so farewell Frier Farewel S. Francis receauer euen heartely well now the Frier is out or cash fiue Nobles God knowes how he shall come into cash againe but I must to it againe there 's nine for your holines and sixe for me Enter Lluellen Meredith Potter with there prisoners Lluellen Come on my hearts bring forth your prisoners and let vs see what store of fishe is there in their pursenets Frier why chafest thou man no bodie wil offer thee anie foule plate I warrant thee Dauid O good maister giue me leaue my hand is in a little I trust I shall recouer my losses Lluellen The Frier is mad but let him alone with us deuise and now to you my maisters Pedler Priest and Piper throw downe your budgets in the mean while and when the Frier is at leasure he shal tel you what you shall trust to Pedler Alas sir I haue but 3. pence in the corner of my shoe Meredith Neuer a shoulder of Mutton Piper in your Taber but soft here comes companie Enter Longshankes Dauid Farmer Farmer Alas gentlemen if you loue your selues doe not venter through this mountaine here 's such a coile with Robin Hood and his rabell that euerie crosse in my purse trembles for feare Longsh. Honest man as I saide to thee before conduct vs through this wood and if thou beest robde or haue anie violence offered thee as I am a Gentleman I will repaie it thee againe Dauid How much money hast thou about thee Farmer Faith Sir a hundred marks I receiued it euen now at Breaknocke but out alas we are vndone yonder is Robin Hood and al the strong theeues in the mountain I haue no hope left but your honors assurance Longsh. Feare not I will be my words maister Frier Good maister and if you loue the Frier giue aime a while I you desire and as you like of my deuise so loue him that holdes the dise Farmer What Frier art thou stil laboring so hard wil you haue anie thing more to S. Francis Frier Good lord are you here sweet S. Francis receauer how doth his holines and al his good familie Farmer In good health faith Frier hast thou anie Nobles for him Frier You knowe the dice are not partiall and Saint Francis were ten S. they wil fauor him no more thē they would fauour the Diuel if he plaie at dice in verie truth my friend they haue fauored the Frier and I haue won a C. marks of S. Francis come Sir I praie sirra draw it ouer I know sirra he is a good man and neuer deceaues none Farmer Draw it ouer what meanest thou by that Frier Why in numeratis pecuniis legem pone paie me my winnings Far. What asse is this should I pay thee thy winnings Frier Why art not thou sirra Saint Francis receaved Farmer Indeede I doe receaue for Saint Francis Frier Then we make you paie for S. Francis that 's flat Busling on both sides Farmer Helpe helpe I am robde I am robde Longsh. Villaine you wrong the man hands off Frier Maisters I beseech you leaue this brawling and giue me leaue to speake so it is I went to dice with S. Francis lost fiue Nobles by good fortune his Cashier came by receaued it of me in readie cash I being verie desirous to trie my fortune further plaide still and as the dice not being bound prentise to him or anie man fauored me I drew a hand and wonne a hundred marks now I refer it to your iudgements whither the Frier is to seeke his winnings Longsh. Marie Frier the Farmer must and shall paie thee honestly ere he passe Farmer Shall I sir why will you be content to paie halfe a you promiss me Longsh. I Farmer if you had beene robde of it but if you bee a gamester I le take no charge of you I Farmer Alas I am vndone Lluellen So sir Frier now you haue gathered vp your winnings I pray you stand vp and giue the messengers their charge that Robin Hood may receaue his Toule Frier And shal my Lord Our thrise renowmed Lluellen Prince of Wales and Robin Hood of the great mountaine doth will and command all passengers at the sight of Richard seruaunt vnto me Frier Dauidep Tucke to lay downe their weapons and quietlie to yeeld
for custom towards the maintenance of his highnes wars the halfe of al such golde siluer money and money worth a the saide messenger hath then about him but if he conceal anie part or parcel of the same then shall he forfaite all that he possesseth at that present and this sentence is irreuocable confirmed by our Lord Lluellen Prince of Wales and Robin Hood of the great mountaines Lluellen So vaile your budgettes to Robin of the mountaine but what art thou that disdainest to paie this custōe as if thou scornest the greatnes of the prince of Wales Longsh. Faith Robin thou seemest to be a good fellow there 's my bagge halfe is mine and halfe is thine but le ts to it if thou darst man for man to trie who shall haue the whole Lluellen Why thou speakest as thou shouldst speak My maisters on pain of my displeasure depart the place and leaue vs two to our selues I must lope his Longshankes for I le eare to a paire of Longshankes Longsh. They are faire markes sir and I must defende as I may Dauid be gone hold here my hearts long legs giues you this amongst you to spend blows one with an other Dauie now Dauie daies are almost come at ende Mortim. But Mortimor this sight is strange staye thou in some corner to see what wil befal in this battaile Edward Now Robin of the wood alias Robin Hood be it knowen to your worship by these presents that the Longshankes which you aime at haue brought the king of England into these mountaines to vse Lluellen and to cracke a blade with his man that supposeth himselfe Prince of Wales Lluellen What Sir King welcome to Cambrias what foolish Edward darst thou endanger thy life to trauail these mountaines art thou so foolish hardie as to combate with the Prince of Wales Edward What I dare thou seest what I can performe thou shalt shortlie knowe I thinke thee a Gentleman and therefore holde no scorne to fight with thee Lluellen No Edward I am as good a man as thy selfe Longsh. That shall I trie They fight and Dauid takes his brothers part and Mortimor the Kings Edward Halloe Edward how are thy sences confounded what Dauy is it possible thou shouldest be false to England Dauy Edward I am true to Wales and so haue beene frendes since my birth and that shal the King of England know to his cost Lluellen What Potter did not I charge you to begon with your fellowes Mortimor No Traitor no Potter I but Mortimor the Earle of March whose comming to these woods is to deceiue thee of thy loue and reserued to saue my soueraignes life Dauid Vppon them brother let them not breath The King hath Lluellen downe and Dauid hath Mortimor downe Longsh. Villaine thou diest God and my right hath preuailed Dauid Base Earle now doth Dauid triumph in thine ouer throw aie is me Lluellen at the feet of Longshanks Longsh. What Mortimor vnder the sword of such a Traitor Mortimor Braue King run thy sword vp to the hiltes into the bloud of the rebell Longsh. O Mortimor thy life is dearer to me then millions of rebels Dauid Edward relieue my brother and Mortimor liues Longsh. I villaine thou knowest too wel how deare I holde my Mortimor rise man and assure thee and the hate I beare to thee is long in respect of the deadly hatred I beare to that notorious rebell Mortimor Awaie his sight to me is like the sight of a Cockeatrice villaine I goe to reuenge me on thy treason and to make thee patterne to the world of mountains treason falsehood and ingratitude Exit Mortimor Dauid Brother a chafes but hard was your hap to be ouermastered by the coward Lluellen No coward Dauid his courage is like to the Lion and were it not that rule and soueraigntie sets vs at iarre I could loue and honor the man for his valour Dauid But the Potter oh the villaine will neuer out of my minde whilst I liue and I wil late to be reuenged on his villanie Lluellen Wel Dauid what wil be shall be therefore casting these matters out of our heads Dauid thou art welcome to Cambria let vs in and bee merrie after this colde cooling and to prepare to strengthen our selues against the last threatnings Exeunt ambo After the Christening and marriage done the Harrolds hauing attended they passe ouer the bride is led by two Noble men Edmund of Lancaster and the Earle of Sussex and the Bishop Gloster Welcome Ione Countesse of Gloster to Gilbert de Clare for euer God giue them ioie cosin Gloster let vs now goe visite the King and Queen and present ther Maiesties with their yong sonne Edward Prince of Wales Then all passe in their order to the kings pauilion the king sits in his Tent with his pages about him Bishop Wee represent your highnes most humblie with your young sonne Edward of Carnaruan Prince of Wales Sound Trumpets Omnes God saue Edward of Carnaruan prince of Wales Longsh. kisses them both Edward Prince of Wales God blesse thee with long life and honor welcom Ione countesse of Gloster God blesse thee and thine for euer lords let vs visite my Queene and wife whome we wil at once present with a Son and daughter honored to her desire Sound Trumpets they all march to the Chamber Bishop speakes to her in her bed Wee humblie present your Maiestie with your yong sonne Edward of Carnaruan Prince of VVales Sound Trumpets Omnes God saue Edward of Carnaruan prince of wales Queen Elinor shee kisses him Gramercis Bishop holde take that to buie thee a Rochell welcome VVelshman here Nurse open him and haue him to the fire for God sake they haue rouzed him and wash them throughe and that bee good and welcome Ione Countesse of Gloster God blesse thee with long life honor and hearts ease I am nowe as good as my word Gloster shee is thine make much of her gentle Earle Longsh. Now my sweete Nell what more commandeth my Queene that nothing may want to perfect her contentment Q Eli. Nothing sweet Ned but pray my king to feaste the Lords and ladies roiallie and thankes a thousand times good men and women to you all for this duetie and honor done to your Prince Longsh. Maister Bridegroome by olde custome this is your waiting daie Sir Dauid you may commaund an ample welcome in our court for your cuntreymen brother Edmund reuell it now or neuer for honour of your Englands sonne Gloster now like a braue Bridegrome marshall this manie and set these Lords and Ladies to dancing so shall you fulfil the olde English prouerbe us merrie in Hall when beardes wag all After the showe and the King and Queen with all the lordes and ladies in place Longshanks speaketh What tidings bringes Versses to our court Enter in Versses with a halter about his necke Versses Tidinges to make thee tremble Englishe king Longsh. Me tremble boie must not bee newes from Scotland can once make