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The chronicle historie of Perkin VVarbeck A strange truth. Acted (some-times) by the Queenes Maiesties Servants at the Phænix in Drurie lane.; Chronicle history of Perkin Warbeck
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Ford, John, 1586-ca. 1640.
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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
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