fiftie thousand Of English Subiects haue in Ciuill Warres Beene sacrificd to an vnciuill thirst Of discord and ambition this hot vengeance Of the just powers aboue to vtter ruine And Desolation had raign'd on but that Mercie did gently sheath the sword of Iustice In lending to this bloud-shrunck Common-wealth A new too new birth in your Sacred person Daw: Edward the fourth after a doubtfull fortune Yeelded to nature leaving to his sonnes Edward and Richard the inheritance Of a most bloudy purchase these young Princes Richard the Tirant their vnnaturall Vncle Forc'd to a violent graue so just is Heauen Him hath your Majestie by your owne arme Divinely strengthen'd pulld from his Boares stie And strucke the black Vsurper to a Carkasse Nor doth the House of Yorke decay in Honors Tho Lancaster doth repossesse his right For Edwards daughter is King Henries Queene A blessed Vnion and a lasting blessing For this poore panting Iland if some shreds Some vselesse remnant of the House of Yorke Grudge not at this Content Ox: Margaret of Burgundy Blowes fresh Coales of Division Sur: Painted fires Without to heate or scortch or light to cheerish Daw: Yorkes headlesse trunck her Father Edwards fate Her brother King the smothering of her Nephewes By Tirant Gloster brother to her nature Nor Glosters owne confusion all decrees Sacred in Heauen Can moue this Woman-Monster But that shee still from the vnbottom'd myne Of Devilish policies doth vent the Ore Of troubles and sedition Ox: In her age Great Sir obserue the Wonder shee growes fruitfull Who in her strength of youth was alwayes barraine Nor are her birthes as other Mothers are At nine or ten moneths end shee has beene with childe Eight or seaven yeares at least whose twinnes being borne A prodegie in Nature even the youngest Is fifteene yeares of age at his first entrance As soone as knowne 'i th world tall striplings strong And able to giue battaile vnto Kings Idolls of Yorkish malice Ox: And but Idolls A steelie hammer Crushes 'em to peices K: Lambert the eldest Lords is in our service Prefer'd by an officious care of Dutie From the Scullery to a Faulkner strange example Which shewes the difference betweene noble natures And the base borne but for the vpstart Duke The new reviu'd Yorke Edwards second sonne Murder'd long since 'i th Towre he liues againe And vowes to be your King Stan: The throne is filld Sir K: True Stanlie and the lawfull heire sitts on it A guard of Angells and the holy prayers Of loyall Subjects are a sure defence Against all force and Counsaile of Intrusion But now my Lords put case some of our Nobles Our GREAT ONES should giue Countenance and Courage To trim Duke Perkin you will all confesse Our bounties haue vnthriftily beene scatter'd Amongst vnthankfull men Daw: Vnthankfull beasts Dogges villaines traytors K: Dawbney let the guiltie Keepe silence I accuse none tho I know Forraigne attempts against a State and Kingdome Are seldome without some great friends at home Stan: Sir if no other abler reasons else Of dutie or alegiance could divert A head-strong resolution yet the dangers So lately past by men of bloud and fortunes In Lambert Simnells partie must Command More than a feare a terror to Conspiracie The high-borne Lincolne sonne to De la Pole The Earle of Kildare Lord Geraldine Francis Lord Louell and the German Baron Bould Martin Swart with Broughton and the rest Most spectacles of ruine some of mercy Are presidents sufficient to forewarne The present times or any that liue in them What follie nay what madnesse 't were to lift A finger vp in all defence but yours Which can be but impostorous in a title K. Stanlie wee know thou lou'st Vs and thy heart Is figur'd on thy tongue nor thinke wee lesse Of anie 's here how closely wee haue hunted This Cubb since he vnlodg'd from hole to hole Your knowledge is our Chronicle first Ireland The common stage of Noveltie presented This gewgaw to oppose vs there the Geraldines And Butlers once againe stood in support Of this Colossicke statue Charles of Fraunce Thence call'd him into his protection Dissembled him the lawfull heire of England Yet this was all but French dissimulation Ayming at peace with vs which being granted On honorable termes on our part suddenly This smoake of straw was packt from Fraunce againe T' infect some grosser ayre and now wee learne Mauger the malice of the bastard Nevill Sir Talor and a hundred English Rebells Thei 'r all retir'd to Flaunders to the Dam That nurst this eager Wholpe Margaret of Burgundie But wee will hunt him there too wee will hunt him Hunt him to death euen in the Beldams Closet Tho the Arch-duke were his Buckler Sur: Shee has stil'd him The faire white rose of England Daw: Iollie Gentleman more fit to be a Swabber To the Flemish after a drunken surfet Enter Vrswick Vr: Gracious Soueraigne please you peruse this paper Dur: The Kings Countenance gathers a sprightly bloud Daw: Good newes beleeue it K: Vrswick thine eare Th' ast lodgd him Vr: Strongly safe Sir K: Enough is Barly come to Vr: No my Lord K: No matter phew hee 's but a running weede At pleasure to be pluck'd vp by the rootes But more of this anon I haue bethought mee My Lords for reasons which you shall pertake It is our pleasure to remoue our Court From Westminster to th' Tower Wee will lodge This very night there giue Lord Chamberlaine A present order for it Stan: The Tower I shall sir K: Come my true best fast friends these clouds will vanish The Sunne will shine at full the Heauens are clearing Exeunt Flourish Enter Huntley and Daliell Hun: You trifle time Sir Dal: Oh my noble Lord You conster my griefes to so hard a sence That where the text is argument of pittie Matter of earnest loue your glosse corrupts it With too much ill plac'd mirth Hunt: Much mirth Lord Daliell Not so I vow obserue mee sprightly gallant I know thou art a noble ladd a hansome Discended from an honorable Auncestrie Forward and actiue do'st resolue to wrestle And ruffle in the world by noble actions For a braue mention to posteritie I scorne not thy affection to my Daughter Not I by good St. Andrew but this bugg-beare This whoresome tale of honor honor Daliell So hourely chatts and tattles in mine eare The peece of royaltie that is stitch'd vp In my Kates bloud that 't is as dangerous For thee young Lord to pearch so neere an Eaglet As foolish for my gravitie to admit it I haue spoake all at once Dal: Sir with this truth You mix such Worme wood that you leaue no hope For my disorderd palate ere to rellish A wholesome taste againe alas I know Sir What an vnequall distance lies betweene Great Huntlies Daughters birth and Daliells fortunes Shee 's the Kings kinswoman plac'd neere the Crowne A Princesse of the bloud and I a Subject Hunt: Right
Durham and Hialas on either side Hialas France Spaine and Germanie combine a League Of amitie with England nothing wants For setling peace through Christendome but loue Betweene the British Monarchs Iames and Henrie Dur: The English Merchants Sir haue beene receiu'd With generall procession into Antwerpe The Emperour confirmes the Combination Hialas The King of Spaine resolues a marriage For Katherine his Daughter with Prince Arthur Dur. Fraunce court 's this holy contract Hial. What can hinder a quietnesse in England Durh: But your suffrage To such a sillie creature mightie Sir As is but in effect an apparition A shaddow a meere trifle Hial. To this vnion The good of both the Church and Common-wealth Invite ee' Dur. To this vnitie a mysterie Of providence poynts out a greater blessing For both these Nations then our humane reason Can search into King Henrie hath a Daughter The Princess Margaret I neede not vrge What honor what felicitie can followe On such affinitie twixt two Christian Kings In leagu'd by tyes of bloud but sure I am If you Sir ratifie the peace propos'd I dare both motion and effect this marriage For weale of both the Kingdomes K: Ia. Darst thou Lord Bishop Dur. Put it to tryall royall Iames by sending Some noble personage to the English Court By way of Embassie Hial Part of the businesse Shall suite my mediation K. Ia. Well what Heaven Hath poynted out to be must be you two Are Ministers I hope of blessed fate But herein onely I will stand acquitted No bloud of Innocents shall buy my peace For Warbecke as you nicke him came to me Commended by the States of Christendome A Prince though in distresse his fayre demeanor Louely behaviour vnappalled spirit Spoke him not base in bloud how euer clouded The bruite beasts haue both rockes and caues to flie to And men the Altars of the Church to vs He came for refuge Kings come neere in nature Vnto the Gods in being touchd with pittie Yet noble friends his mixture with our bloud Even with our owne shall no way interrupt A general peace onely I will dismisse him From my protection throughout my Dominions In safetie but not ever to returne Hialas You are a just King Durh. Wise and herein happie K. Ia. Nor will wee dallie in affayres of weight Huntley Lord Bishop shall with you to England Embassador from vs wee will throw downe Our weapons peace on all sides now repayre Vnto our Counsayle wee will soone be with you Hial. Delay shall question no dispatch Heaven crowne it Exeunt Durham and Hialas K: Ia: A league with Ferdinand a marriage With English Margaret a free release From restitution for the late affronts Cessation from hostilitie and all For Warbeck not delivered but dismist Wee could not wish it better Daliell Dal: Here Sir Enter Daliell K: Ia: Are Huntley and his Daughter sent for Dal: Sent for and come my Lord K: Ia: Say to the English Prince Wee want his companie Dal: He is at hand Sir Enter Warbeck Katherine Iane Frion Heron Sketon Major Astley K. Ia. Cosen our bountie favours gentlenesse Our benefits the hazard of our person Our peoples liues our Land hath evidenc't How much wee haue engag'd on your behalfe How triviall and how dangerous our hopes Appeare how fruitlesse our attempts in warre How windie rather smokie your assurance Of partie shewes wee might in vaine repeate But now obedience to the Mother Church A Fathers care vpon his Countryes weale The dignitie of State directs our wisedome To seale an oath of peace through Christendome To which wee are sworne alreadie 't is you Must onely seeke new fortunes in the world And finde an harbour elsewhere as I promisd On your arrivall you haue met no vsage Deserues repentance in your being here But yet I must liue Master of mine owne How ever what is necessarie for you At your departure I am well content You be accommodated with provided Delay proue not my enemie Warb. It shall not Most glorious Prince the fame of my Designes Soares higher then report of ease and sloath Can ayme at I acknowledge all your favours Boundlesse and singular am onely wretched In words as well as meanes to thanke the grace That flow'd so liberallie Two Empires firmely You 're Lord of Scotland and Duke Richards heart My claime to mine inheritance shall sooner Fayle then my life to serue you best of Kings And witnesse EDVVARDS bloud in me I am More loath to part with such a great example Of vertue then all other meere respects But Sir my last suite is you will not force From me what you haue given this chast Ladie Resolv'd on all extremes Kath: I am your wife No humane power can or shall divorce My faith from dutie Warb: Such another treasure The earth is Banckrout of K: Ia: I giue her Cosen And must avowe the guift will adde withall A furniture becomming her high birth And vnsuspected constancie provide For your attendance wee will part good friends Exit King and Daliell Warb: The Tudor hath beene cunning in his plotts His Fox of Durham would not fayle at last But what our cause and courage are our owne Be men my friends and let our Cosen King See how wee followe fate as willingly As malice followes vs Y' are all resolv'd For the West parts of England Cornwall Cornwall Frion The Inhabitants expect you daily Warb: Chearefully Draw all our shippes out of the harbour friends Our time of stay doth seeme too long wee must Prevent Intelligence about it suddenly A Prince a Prince a Prince Exeunt Counsellors Warb: Dearest admit not into thy pure thoughts The least of scruples which may charge their softnesse With burden of distrust Should I proue wanting To noblest courage now here were the tryall But I am perfect sweete I feare no change More then thy being partner in my sufferance Kath My fortunes Sir haue armd me to encounter What chance so ere they meete with Iane 't is fit Thou stay behinde for whither wilt thou wander Iane Never till death will I forsake my Mistresse Nor then in wishing to dye with ee' gladly Kath: Alas good soule Frion Sir to your Aunt of Burgundie I will relate your present vndertakings From her expect on all occasions welcome You cannot finde me idle in your services Warb. Gee Frion gee wisemen knowe how to soothe Adversitie not serue it thou hast wayted Too long on expectation never yet Was any Nation read of so besotted In reason as to adore the setting Sunne Flie to the Arch-Dukes Court say to the Dutchesse Her Nephewe with fayre Katherine his wife Are on their expectation to beginne The raysing of an Empire If they fayle Yet the report will never farewell Frion Exit Frion This man Kate ha's beene true though now of late I feare too much familiar with the Foxe Enter Huntley and Daliell Hunt: I come to take my leaue you neede not doubt My interest in this sometime-childe of
THE CHRONICLE HISTORIE OF PERKIN WARBECK A Strange Truth Acted some-times by the Queenes MAIESTIES Servants at the Phaenix in Drurie lane Fide Honor LONDON Printed by T. P. for Hugh Beeston and are to be sold at his Shop neere the Castle in Cornehill 1634 The Scene The Continent of Great Britayne The Persons presented Henry the seaventh Dawbney Sir William Stanly Oxford Surrey Bishop of Durham Vrswicke Chaplaine to King Henry Sir Robert Clifford Lambert Simnell Hialas a Spanish Agent Constable Officers Servingmen and Souldiers Iames the 4th King of Scotl Earle of Huntley Earle of Crawford Lord Daliell Marchmount a Herauld Perkin Warbeck Frion his Secretarie Mayor of Cork Heron a Mercer Sketon a Taylor Astly a Scrivener Women Ladie Katherine Gourdon wife to Perkin Countesse of Crawford Iane Douglas Lady Kath: mayd TO THE RIGHTLY HONOVRABLE VVILLIAM CAVENDISH Earle of New-Castle Viscount Mansfield Lord Boulfouer and Ogle MY LORD Out of the darknesse of a former Age enlighten'd by a late both learned and an honourable pen I haue endevoured to personate a great Attempt and in It a greater Daunger In other Labour's you may reade Actions of Antiquitie discourst In This Abridgement finde the Actors themselues discoursing in some kinde practiz'd as well What to speake as speaking Why to doe Your Lop. is a most competent Iudge in expressions of such credit commissioned by your knowne Abilitie in examining and enabled by your knowledge in determining the monuments of Time Eminent Titles may indeed informe who their owners are not often what To your's the addition of that information in BOTH cannot in any application be observ'd flattery the Authoritie being established by TRVTH I can onely acknowledge the errours in writing mine owne the worthinesse of the Subject written being a perfection in the Story and of It. The custome of your ps entertainements even to Strangers is rather an Example than a Fashion in which consideration I dare not professe a curiositie but am onely studious that your p will please amongst such as best honour your Goodnesse to admit into your noble construction IOHN FORD To my owne friend Master Iohn Ford on his Iustifiable Poem of Perkin Warbeck This Ode THey who doe know mee know that I Vnskil'd to flatter Dare speake This Piece in words in matter A WORKE without the daunger of the Lye Beleeue mee friend the name of This and Thee Will liue your Storie Bookes may want Faith or merit glorie THIS neither without Iudgement 's Lethargie When the Arts doate then some sicke Poet may Hope that his penne In new-staind-paper can finde men To roare HE is THE WIT'S His NOYSE doth sway But such an Age cannot be know'n for All E're that Time bee Must proue such Truth mortalitie So friend thy honour stand's too fixt to fall George Donne To his worthy friend Master Iohn Ford vpon his Perkin Warbeck LEt men who are writt Poets lay a claime To the Phebean Hill I haue no name Nor art in Verse True I haue heard some tell Of Aganippe but ne're knew the Well Therefore haue no ambition with the Times To be in Print for making of ill Rimes But loue of Thee and Iustice to thy Penne Hath drawne mee to this Barre with other men To justifie though against double Lawes Waving the subtill bus'nesse of his cause The GLORIOVS PERKIN and thy Poet 's Art Equall with His in playing the KINGS PART Ra E'ure Baronis Primogen To my faithfull no lesse deserving friend the Authour This indebted Oblation PERKIN is redivin'd by thy strong hand And crownd' a King of new the vengefull wand Of Greatnesse is forgot HIS Execution May rest vn-mention'd and HIS birth 's Collusion Lye buried in the Storie But HIS fame Thou has't eterniz'd made a Crowne HIS Game HIS loftie spirit soares yet Had HE been Base in his enterprise as was his sinne Conceiv'd HIS TITLE doubtlesse prou'd vnjust Had but for Thee been silenc't in his dust George Crymes miles To the Authour his friend vpon his Chronicle Historie THese are not to expresse thy witt But to pronounce thy Iudgement fitt In full-fil'd phrase those Times to rayse When PERKIN ran his wilie wayes Still let the methode of thy brayne From Errours touch and Envy's stayne Preserue Thee free that eu'r thy quill Fayre Truth may wett and Fancy fill Thus Graces are with Muses mett And practick Critick's on may frett For heere Thou hast produc't A Storie Which shall ecclipse Their future Glorie Iohn Brograue To my friend and kinsman Master Iohn Ford the Authour DRammatick Poets as the Times goe now Can hardly write what others will allow The Cynick snarl's the Critick howles and barkes And Ravens croake to drowne the voyce of Larkes Scorne those STAGE-HARPYES This I 'le boldly say Many may imitate few match thy Play Iohn Ford Graiensis PROLOGVE STudyes haue of this Nature been of late So out of fashion so vnfollow'd that It is become more Iustice to reviue The antick follyes of the Times then striue To countenance wise Industrie no want Of Art doth render witt or lame or scant Or slothfull in the purchase of fresh bayes But want of Truth in Them who giue the prayse To their selfe-loue presuming to out-doe The Writer or for need the Actor's too But such THIS AVTHOVR'S silence best befitt's Who bidd's Them be in loue with their owne witt's From Him to cleerer Iudgement 's wee can say Hee shew's a Historie couch't in a Play A Historie of noble mention knowne Famous and true most noble 'cause our owne Not forg'd from Italie from Fraunce from Spaine But Chronicled at Home as rich in strayne Of braue Attempts as ever fertile Rage In Action could beget to grace the Stage Wee cannot limitt Scenes for the whole Land It selfe appeard too narrow to with-stand Competitors for Kingdomes nor is heere Vnnecessary mirth forc't to indeere A multitude on these two rest's the Fate Of worthy expectation TRUTH and STATE THE CHRONICLE HISTORIE OF PERKIN WARBECK Actus primus Scaena prima Enter King Henry Durham Oxford Surrey Sir William Stanly Lord Chamberlaine Lord Dawbny The King supported to his Throne by Stanly and Durham A Guard King Still to be haunted still to be pursued Still to be frighted with false apparitions Of pageant Majestie and new-coynd greatnesse As if wee were a mockery King in state Onely ordaind to lauish sweat and bloud In scorne and laughter to the ghosts of Yorke Is all below our merits yet my Lords My friends and Counsailers yet we sit fast In our owne royall birth-right the rent face And bleeding wounds of England's slaughterd people Haue beene by vs as by the best Physitian At last both throughly Cur'd and set in safetie And yet for all this glorious worke of peace Our selfe is scarce secure Dur: The rage of malice Conjures fresh spirits with the spells of Yorke For ninetie yeares ten English Kings and Princes Threescore great Dukes and Earles a thousand Lords And valiant Knights two hundred
your humblest servant Hunt: Enough wee are still friends and will continue A heartie loue oh Kate thou art mine owne No more my Lord of Crawford Enter Crawford Craw. From the King I come my Lord of Huntley Who in Counsaile requires your present ayde Hunt: Some weightie businesse Craw: A Secretarie from a Duke of Yorke The second sonne to the late English Edward Conceal'd I know not where these fourteen yeares Craues audience from our Maister and t is said The Duke himselfe is following to the Court Hunt: Duke vpon Duke t is well 't is well heere 's bustling For Majestie my Lord I will along with yee Craw: My service noble Lady Kat: Please yee walke sir Dal: Times haue their changes sorrow makes men wise The Sunne it selfe must sett as well as rise Then why not I faire Maddam I waite on yee Exeunt omnes Enter Durham Sir Robert Clifford and Vrswick Lights Dur: You finde Sir Robert Clifford how securely King Henry our great Maister doth commit His person to your loyaltie you taste His bountie and his mercy even in this That at a time of night so late a place So private as his Closet hee is pleasd To admit you to his favour doe not faulter In your Discovery but as you covet A liberall grace and pardon for your follies So labour to deserue it by laying open All plotts all persons that contriue against it Vrs: Remember not the witchcraft or the Magick The charmes and incantations which the Sorceresse Of Burgundie hath cast vpon your reason Sir Robert bee your owne friend now discharge Your conscience freely all of such as loue you Stand sureties for your honestie and truth Take heede you doe not dallie with the King He is wise as he is gentle Cliff: I am miserable If Henry be not mercifull Vrs: The King comes Enter King Henry K: H Clifford Cliff: Let my weake knees rot on the earth If I appeare as leap'rous in my treacheries Before your royall eyes as to mine owne I seeme a Monster by my breach of truth K: H Clifford stand vp for instance of thy safetie I offer thee my hand Cliff A soveraigne Balme For my bruis'd Soule I kisse it with a greedinesse Sir you are a just Master but I K: H Tell me is every circumstance thou hast set downe With thine owne hand within this paper true Is it a sure intelligence of all The progresse of our enemies intents Without corruption Cliff: True as I wish heaven Or my infected honor white againe K: H Wee know all Clifford fully since this meteor This ayrie apparition first discradled From Tournay into Portugall and thence Advanc'd his firie blaze for adoration Toth superstitious Irish since the beard Of this wilde Comet Conjurd'd into Fraunce Sparkled in antick flames in Charles his Court But shrunke againe from thence and hid in darknesse Stole into Flaunders flourishing the ragges Of painted power on the shore of Kent Whence hee was beaten backe with shame and scorne Contempt and slaughter of some naked out-lawes But tell me what new course now shapes Duke Perkin Cliff: For Ireland mightie Henrie so instructed By Stephen Frion sometimes Secretarie In the French tongue vnto your sacred Excellence But Perkins tutor now K: H A subtill villaine That Frion Frion you my Lord of Durham Knew well the man Dur. French both in heart and actions K: H Some Irish heads worke in this mine of treason Speake em Cliff Not any of the best your fortune Hath dulld their spleenes never had Counterfeit Such a confused rabble of lost Banquerouts For Counsellors first Heron a broken Mercer Then Iohn a Water sometimes Major of Corke Sketon a taylor aud a Scrivenor Calld Astley and what ere these list to treate of Perkin must harken to but Frion cunning Aboue these dull capacities still prompts him To flie to Scotland to young Iames the fourth And sue for ayde to him this is the latest Of all their resolutions K. H. Still more Frion Pestilent Adder hee will hisse out poyson As dang'rous as infections we must match 'em Clifford thou hast spoke home wee giue thee life But Clifford there are people of our owne Remaine behinde vntold who are they Clifford Name those and wee are friends and will to rest T is thy last taske Cliff Oh Sir here I must breake A most vnlawfull Oath to keepe a just one K. H. Well well be briefe be briefe Cliff The first in ranck Shall be Iohn Ratcliffe Lord Fitzwater then Sir Simon Mountford and Sir Thomas Thwaites With William Dawbegney Chessoner Astwood Worsley the Deane of Paules two other Fryars And Robert Ratcliffe K. H. Church-men are turn'd Divells These are the principall Cliff One more remaines Vn-nam'd whom I could willingly forget K.H. Ha Clifford one more Cliff Great Sir do not heare him For when Sir William Stanlie your Lord Chamberlaine Shall come into the list as he is chiefe I shall loose credit with yee yet this Lord Last nam'd is first against you K. H. Vrswick the light view well my face Sirs Is there bloud left in it Dur. You alter Strangely Sir K. H. Alter Lord Bishop Why Clifford stab'd mee or I dream'd a'stabd mee Sirra it is a custome with the guiltie To thinke they set their owne staines off by laying Aspersions on some nobler then themselues Lyes waite on treasons as I finde it here Thy life againe is forfeit I recall My word of mercy for I know thou dar'st Repeate the name no more Cliff I dare and once more Vpon my knowledge name Sir William Stanlie Both in his counsaile and his purse the chiefe Assistant to the fain'd Duke of Yorke Dur: Most strange Vrs: Most wicked K: H. Yet againe once more Cliff: Sir William Stanlie is your secret enemy And if time fit will openly professe it K. H. Sir William Stanlie Who Sir William Stanlie My Chamberlaine my Counsellor the loue The pleasure of my Court my bosome friend The Charge and the Controulement of my person The keyes and secrets of my treasurie The all of all I am I am vnhappie Miserie of confidence let mee turne traytor To mine owne person yeeld my Scepter vp To Edwards Sister and her bastard Duke Dur. You loose your constant temper K. H. Sir William Stanlie Oh doe not blame mee hee t was onely hee Who having rescu'd mee in Bosworth field From Richards bloudy sword snatch'd from his head The Kingly Crowne and plac'd it first on mine Hee never fail'd mee what haue I deserv'd To loose this good mans heart or hee his owne Vrs: The night doth waste this passion ill becomes yee Provide against your danger K. H. Let it be so Vrswick command streight Stanly to his chamber T is well wee are i th Tower set a guard on him Clifford to bed you must lodge here to night Wee l talke with you to morrow my sad soule Devines strange troubles Dawb: Ho the King the King I must haue entrance K. H. Dawbneys
voyce admit him What new combustions huddle next to keepe Our eyes from rest the newes Enter Dawbney Daw: Ten thousand Cornish grudging to pay your Subsidies haue gatherd a head led by a Blacksmith and a Lawyer they make for London And to them is joyn'd Lord Audlie as they march Their number daily encreases they are K. H. Rascalls talke no more Such are not worthie of my thoughts to night And if I cannot sleepe I le wake to bed When Counsailes faile and there 's in man no trust Even then an arme from heaven fights for the just Exeunt Finis Actus primi Actus Secundus Scaena prima Enter aboue Countesse of Crawford Katherine Iane with other Ladies Coun. COme Ladies heere 's a solemne preparation For entertainment of this English Prince The King intends grace more then ordinarie T were pittie now if a 'should proue a Counterfeit Kat: Blesse the young man our Nation would be laughd at For honest soules through Christendome my father Hath a weake stomacke to the businesse Madam But that the King must not be crost Coun: A'brings A goodly troope they say of gallants with him But very modest people for they strive not To fame their names too much their god-fathers May be beholding to them but their fathers Scarce owe them thankes they are disguised Princes Brought vp it seemes to honest trades no matter They will breake forth in season Iane Or breake out For most of em are broken by report The King Kat. Let vs obserue 'em and be silent Flourish Enter King Iames Huntley Crawford and Daliell K. I. The right of Kings my Lords extends not onely To the safe Conservation of their owne But also to the ayde of such Allies As change of time and state hath often times Hurld downe from carefull Crownes to vndergoe An exercise of sufferance in both fortunes So English Richard surnam'd Cor-de-lyon So Robert Bruce our royall Ancestor Forc'd by the tryall of the wrongs they felt Both sought and found supplyes from forraigne Kings To repossesse their owne then grudge not Lords A much distressed Prince King Charles of Fraunce And Maximilian of Bohemia both Haue ratified his Credit by their Letters Shall wee then be distrustfull No Compassion Is one rich Iewell that shines in our Crowne And we will haue it shine there Hunt Doe your will Sir K. I. The young Duke is at hand Daliell from vs First greete him and conduct him on then Crawford Shall meete him next and Huntley last of all Present him to our armes sound sprightly Musique Whilst Majestie encounters Majestie Hoboyes Daliell goes out brings in Perkin at the doore where Crawford entertaines him and from Crawford Huntley salutes him and presents him to the King they embrace Perkin in state retires some few paces backe During which Ceremony the Noblemen slightly salute Fryon Heron a Mercer Sketon a Taylor Astley a Scrivenor with Iohn a Watring all Perkins followers Salutations ended cease Musique War: Most high most mightie King that now there stands Before your eyes in presence of your Peeres A subject of the rarest kinde of pittie That hath in any age touchd noble hearts The vulgar storie of a Princes ruine Hath made it too apparent EVROPE knowes And all the Westerne World what persecution Hath ragd in malice against Vs sole heire To the great throne of old Plantaginetts How from our Nursery wee haue beene hurried Vnto the Sanctuarie from the Sanctuarie Forc'd to the Prison from the Prison hald By cruell hands to the tormentors furie Is registred alreadie in the Volume Of all mens tongues whose true relation drawes Compassion melted into weeping eyes And bleeding soules but our misfortunes since Haue rang'd a larger progresse through strange Lands Protected in our Innocence by Heaven Edward the Fift our brother in his Tragedie Quenchd their hot thirst of bloud whose hire to murther Paid them their wages of despaire and horrour The softnesse of my childe-hood smild vpon The roughnesse of their taske and rob'd them farther Of hearts to dare or hands to execute Great King they spard my life the butchers spard it Returnd the tyrant my vnnaturall Vncle A truth of my dispatch I was conveyd With secresie and speede to Tournay fosterd By obscure meanes taught to vnlearne my selfe But as I grew in yeares I grew in sence Of feare and of disdaine feare of the tyrant Whose power swaide the throne then when disdaine Of living so vnknowne in such a servile And abject lownesse prompted mee to thoughts Of recollecting who I was I shooke off My bondage and made hast to let my Aunt Of Burgundie acknowledge mee her kinsman Heire to the Crowne of England snatch'd by Henry From Richards head a thing scarce knowne i th world K. I. My Lord it stands not with your Counsaile now To flie vpon invectiues if you can Make this apparent what you haue discourst In every Circumstance wee will not studie An answer but are ready in your Cause War: You are a wise and just King by the powers Aboue reserv'd beyond all other aydes To plant mee in mine owne inheritance To marrie these two Kingdomes in a loue Never to be divor'd while time is time As for the manner first of my escape Of my Conveyance next of my life since The meanes and persons who were instruments Great Sir t is fit I over-passe in silence Reserving the relation to the secrecy Of your owne Princely eare since it concernes Some great Ones living yet and others dead Whose issue might be question'd For your bountie Royall magnificence to him that seekes it WEE vow hereafter to demeane our selfe As if wee were your owne and naturall brother Omitting no occasion in our person To expresse a gratitude beyond example K. I. Hee must bee more then subject who can vtter The language of a King and such is thine Take this for answer bee what ere thou art Thou never shalt repent that thou hast put Thy cause and person into my protection Cosen of Yorke thus once more Wee embrace thee Welcome to Iames of Scotland for thy safetie Know such as loue thee not shall never wrong thee Come wee will taste a while our Court delights Dreame hence afflictions past and then proceede To high attempts of honor on leade on Both thou and thine are ours and wee will guard yee Leade on Exeunt Manent Ladies aboue Coun: I haue not seene a Gentleman Of a more braue aspect or goodlier carriage His fortunes moue not him Madam y are passionate Kat: Beshrew mee but his words haue touchd mee home As if his cause concernd mee I should pittie him If a' should proue another then hee seemes Enter Crawford Craw. Ladies the King commands your presence instantly For entertainment of the Duke Kat. The Duke Must then be entertain'd the King obayd It is our dutie Coun: Wee will all waite on him Exeunt Flourish Enter King Henry Oxford Durham Surrey K: H Haue yee condem'd my Chamberlaine Dur. His treasons condem'd him