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A05801	The valiant VVelshman, or The true chronicle history of the life and valiant deedes of Caradoc the Great, King of Cambria, now called Wales As it hath beene sundry times acted by the Prince of Wales his seruants. Written by R.A. Gent.; Valiant Welshman.	R. A., Gent.; Armin, Robert, fl. 1610, attributed name.; Anton, Robert, b. 1584 or 5, attributed name.; Aylett, Robert, 1583-1655?, attributed name.	1615 (1615)	STC 16; ESTC S104360	35,542	72

THE VALIANT VVELSHMAN OR THE TRVE CHRONIcle History of the life and valiant deedes of CARADOC the Great King of Cambria now called WALES AS it hath beene sundry times Acted by the Prince of Wales his seruants Written by R. A. Gent. LONDON Imprinted by George Furslowe for Robert Lownes and are to be solde at his shoppe at the Little North dore of Paules 1615. TO THE INGENVOVS READER AS it hath been a custome of long continuance as well in Rome the Capitall City as in diuers other renowned Cities of the world to haue the liues of Princes and worthy men acted in their Theatres and especially the conquests victories which their owne Princes and Captains had obtained thereby to incourage their youths to follow the steps of their ancesters which custome euen for the same purpose is tolerated in our Age although some peeuish people seeme to dislike of it Amongst so many valiant Princes of our English Nation vvhose liues haue already euen cloyed the Stage I searched the Chronicles of elder ages vvherein I found amongst diuers renovvned persons one Brittish Prince who of his enemies receiued the title of Valiant Brittaine his name was Caradoc he was King of Siluria Ordonica and March which Countries are now called South-Wales North-Wales and the Marches and therefore being borne in Wales and King of Wales I called him the valiant Welshman he liued about the yere of our Lord 70. Cornelius Tacitus in his 12. booke sayth that hee held warres 9. years against all the Romane puissance but in the end hee was betrayed by Cartismanda Queene of Brigance and so conuayed to Rome in triumph so that the name of Caradoc was famous in Rome at that time wherefore finding him so highly commended amongst the Romans who were then Lords of all the world and his enemies I thought it fit amongst so many Worthies whose liues haue already been both acted and printed his life hauing already bin acted with good applause to be likewise worthy the printing Hoping that you will censure indifferently of it and so I bid you farevvell The Actors names Fortune Bardh Octauian King of North-Wales Guiniuer his daughter Codigune his base sonne The Duke of Cornewall The Earle of Gloster Morgan Earle of Anglesey Pheander his sonne the Fayry champion Ratsbane his man A Iugler Cadallan Prince of March with his three sons and his daughter Voada Caradoc Mauron and Constantine Monmouth an vsurper Gederus King of Brittaine Gald his brother Venusius Duke of Yorke Cartismanda his wife Claudius Cesar the Emperour Ostorius Scapula the Romane Lieutenant Marcus Gallicus his sonne Manlius Valens and Cessius Nasica 2. Tribunes of the Romanes A Witch and her sonne Bluso The Clowne with a company of Rustickes A Shepheard An olde man THE VALIANT WELSHMAN ACTVS 1. SCENA 1. Fortune descends downe from heauen to the Stage and then shee cals foorth foure Harpers that by the sound of their Musicke they might awake the ancient Bardh a kind of Welsh Post who long agoe was there intoombed Fortune THus from the high Imperiall Seate of Ioue Romes awfull Goddesse Chaunce descends to view This Stage and Theater of mortall men Whose acts and scenes diuisible by me Sometime present a swelling Tragedy Of discontented men sometimes againe My smiles can mould him to a Comicke vayne Sometimes like Niobe in teares I drowne This Microcosme of man and to conclude I seale the Lease of mans beatitude Amongst the seuerall obiects of my frownes Amongst the sundry subiects of my smiles Amongst so many Kings housde vp in clay Behold I bring a King of Cambria To whom great Pyrrhus Hector poysde in scales Of dauntlesse valour weighes not this Prince of Wales Be dumbe you scornefull English whose blacke mouthes Haue dim'd the glorious splendor of those men Whose resolution merites Homers penne And you the types of the harmonious spheares Call with your siluer tones that reuerend Bardh That long hath slept within his quiet vrne And let his tongue this Welshmans Crest adorne The Harpers play and the Bardh riseth from his Tombe Bardh Who 's this disturbs my rest Fortune None Poet Laureat but a kind request Fortune prefers vnto thy ayry shape That once thou wouldst in well-tunde meeter sing The high-swolne fortunes of a worthy King That valiant Welshman Caradoc by name That foylde the haughty Romanes crackt their fame Bardh I well remember powerfull Deity Arch-gouernesse of this terrestriall Globe Goddesse of all mutation man affords That in the raigne of Romes great Emperour Ycleped Claudian when the Bryttish Ile Was tributary to that conquering See This worthy Prince suruiued whose puissant might Was not inferiour to that sonne of Ioue Who in his cradle chokte two hideous Snakes Which since my Fortune is to speake his worth My vtmost skill aliue shall paint him forth Fort. Then to thy taske graue Bardh tell to mens eare Fame plac't the valiant Welshman in the spheare Exit Bardh Then since I needs must tell the high designes Of this braue Welshman that succeeding times In leaues of gold may register his name And reare a Pyramys vnto his fame This onely doe I craue that in my song Attention guyde your eares silence your tongue Then know all you whose knowing faculties Of your diuiner parts scorne to insist On sensuall obiects or on naked sense But on mans highest Alpes Intelligence For to plebeyan wits it is as good As to be silent as not vnder stood Before faire Wales her happy Vnion had Blest Vnion that such happinesse did bring Like to the azure roofe of heauen full packt With those great golden Tapers of the night Whose spheares sweat with their numbers infinite So was it with the spacious bounds of Wales Whose firmament contaynd two glorious sonnes Two Kings both mighty in their arch-cōmands Though both not lawfull in their gouernement The one Octauian was to whom was left By lineall descent each gouernment But that proud Earle of Munmouth stealing fire Of high ambition did one throne aspire Which by base vsurpation he detaines Of lawfull right vnlawfull treason gaines Twise in two haughty set Battalions The base vsurper Munmouth got the day And now Octauian spurde with griefe and rage Conducted by a more propitious starre Himselfe in person comes to Shrewsbury Where the great Earle of March great in his age But greater in the circuit of his power Yet greatest in the fortunes of his sonnes The Father of our valiant Welshman calld Himselfe his warlike sonnes and all doth bring To supplant Treason and to plant their King No more I le speake but this olde Barde intreats To keepe your vnderstanding and your seates ACTVS 1. SCENA 2. Enter Octauian King of Northwales Gloster Codigunes base sonne Morgan Earle of Anglesey and his foolish sonne with souldiers Octauian Gloster Lord Codigune And Noble Morgan Earle of Anglesey Can the vsurping name of Monmouth liue VVithin the ayry confines of your soules And not infect the purest temprature Of loyalty and sworne

allegeance With that base Apoplexie of reuolt And egre appetite of soueraigne might Counting the greatest wrong the greatest right Full many Moones haue these two aged lights Beheld in peacefull wise Now to my griefe When the pure oyle that fed these aged Lampes Is almost spent and dimly shines those beames That in my youth darted forth spritefull rayes Must now die miserable and vndone By monstrous and base vsurpation Codig Thrise noble king be patient this I reade The Gods haue feet of wooll but hands of lead And therefore in reuenge as sure as slow What though two Royall Armies we haue lost He that beares man about him must be crost And that base Monmouth that with his goldēhead Salutes the Sunne may with the Sunne fal dead For base Rebellion drawes so short a breath That in the day she moues she moues to death And like the Marigold opens with the Sunne But at the night her pride is shut and done Morgan Harke you me Lord Codigune By the pones of Saint Tany you haue prattled to the King a great deale of good Phisicke and for this one of her good lessons and destructions how call you it be Cad I know not very well I wil fight for you with all the George Stones or the Vrsa maiors vnder the Sunnes Harke you me Kings I pray you now good Kings leaue your whimbling and your great proclamations let death come at her and ha can catch her and pray God blesse her As for the Rebell Monmouth I kanow very well what I will do with her I will make Martlemas beefe on her flesh and false dice on her pones for euery Conicatcher I warrant her for Case bobby and Metheglin I will make her pate ring noone for all her resurrections and rebellions Octauian But soft what Drum is this The Drumme soundeth afarre off That with her silent march salutes the ayre Herald go see Herald And 't please your Grace Cadallan Earle of March Spurred on by duty and obsequious loue Repining at the Fortune of your foe Whose rauening tyranny deuoures the liues Of innocent subiects now in person comes To scourge base vsurpation with his sonnes Octa. Conduct them to our presence Enter March. Welcome braue Earle with these thy manly sonnes Neuer came raine vnto the Sunne-parcht earth In more auspicious time then thy supply To scourge vsurping pride and soueraignety Cadallan Oh my gracious Lord Cadallan comes drawne by that powerfull awe Of that rich Adamant his soule adores The needles poynt is not more willing to salute the North Man ioyfuller to sit inshrinde in heauen Then is my loyalty to ayde my King I know dread Liege that each true man should know To what intent dame Nature brought him forth True subiects are like Commons who should feede Their King their Country and their friends at need Octa. Braue Earle of March I need not here delude The precious time with vaine capituling Our own hereditary right Graues to the dead Balsum to greene wounds or a soule to man Is not more proper then Octauian To the vsurped Title Monmouth holds Then once more on this be our onely trust Heauens suffer wrongs but Angels gard the iust Exeunt ACTVS 1. SCENA 3. Enter Monmouth the vsurper in armes with Souldiers Mon. Now valiant Countreymen once more prepare Your hands and hearts vnto a bloudy fight Sterne Mars beginnes to buckle on his helme And waues his sanguine colours in the ayre Recount braue spirits two glorious victories Got with the death of many thousand soules Thinke on the cause for which we stand ingagde Euen to the hazard of our goods and liues That were Octauians forces like the starres Beyond the limits of Arithmetike Or equall to the mighty Xerxes hoste Yet like the poles our dauntlesse courage stands Vnshaken by their feeble multitudes The Drum beats afarre off But soft what Drum is this Souldiers look out Did Cesar come this welcome he should haue Strong armes bigge hearts and to conclude a graue Souldiers My Lord Octauian Backt with the Earle of March and his three sonnes Intends to giue you battell Mon. No more no more fond doting Earle Is not there roome enough within Churchyards To earth his aged bodie with his sonnes But hee must hither come to make their graues Drums beat aloud I le not articulate My soule is drown'd in rage This bloudy fight Shall toombe their bodies in eternal night Exeunt Alarum Enter Cadallan wounded with his sonnes Caradoc Rot from his cursed trunke that villaines arme That gaue this fatall wound to reuerend age How fares our Princely father Cad As fares the sicke man when the nights blacke bird Beates at his casements with his sable wings Or as the halfe dead captiue being condemn'd Awaites the churlish Iaylors fearefull call Out of his lothsome dungeon to his death So fares it with the wounded Earle of March The current of my bloud begins to freeze Toucht by the Icy power of gelid death A sad Eclipse darkens these two bright lights My vitall spirits faint my pulses cease And natures frame dissolues to natures peace All by that damn'd vsurper He dies Cara. Eternall peace free from the hate of men Inspheare thy soule and mount it to the stars Brothers surcease your griefe goe to the field Cheare vp the Souldiers whilst I single forth This bloudy Monmouth that I may sacrifice His canceld life vnto my fathers ghost And rid the land of this Egean filth His vsurpation stables Oh t is good To scourge with death that crying sinne of bloud Morgan meets Caradoc going in Morgan Cousin Caradoc well in all these pribble prabbles I pray you how dooth our vncle Cadallan bee Cad I heard he had got a knocke if it bee so I pray you looke that the leane Caniball what doe you call him that eate vp Iulius Cesars and Pompeyes a saucy knaue that cares no more for Kings then lowsie beggers Chimney-sweepers Cara. Why death man Morgan I I Death a poxe on her as Cad shudge mee hee will eate more Emperours and Kings at one meale then some Taylors halfepenny loaues or Vsurers decayed shentlemen in a whole yeare therefore I pray you Cousin haue a care of her vncle Cara. He is in heauen already Morgan In heauen why did you let her goe thither Cara. It is a place of rest and Angels blisse Morgan Angells Cots blue-hood I warrant her there is ne're a Lawyer in the whole orld but had rather haue eleuen shillings then the best Anshell in heauen I pray you who sent her thither Cara. I cannot tell but from his dying tongue He did report Monmouth the bloudy meanes Morgan Monmouth Iesu Christ did hee send her vncle to Saint Peters and Saint Paules and not suffer her cousin Morgan to bid her Nos Dhi●u harke you Cousin I le seeke her out be Cad Farewell Cousin I le make her pring packe her Nuncle with a venshance Cara. Farewell good Cousin whilst I range about The mangled

darkely cleare Lend me thy face good Ianus let mee looke Iust on Times fashion with a double face And clad my purpose in a Foxes case Exit ACTVS 2. SCENA 1. Sound Musicke Enter Octauian Caradoc Guiniuer Gloster Cornewall and Codigune vnto the Banket Octa. Sit Princes and let each man as befits This solemne Festiuall tune his sullen senses To merry Carols and delightsome thoughts Comicke inuentions and such pleasant straines As may decypher time to be well pleased All things distinguisht are into their times And Iouiall howres vnfit for graue designes A health vnto the Bride and Bridegroome Lords Let it goe round They drinke round Octa. How fares our princely Daughter Me thinks your looks are too composde for such a holiday Gui. Oh my good Lord to put your Highnes out of your suspect Which your weak argument draws frō my looks T is true that heathen Sages haue affirmed That Natures Tablet fixt within our looke Giues scope to reade our hearts as in a booke Yet this affirmative not alwayes holds For sometimes as the vrine that foretels The constitution of each temperature It falsely wrongs the iudgement makes our wit Turne Mountybanke in falsely iudging it And like the outward parts of some fayre whore Deceiues euen in the obiect we adore My Lord my soule 's so rapte In contemplation of my happy choyce That inward silence makes it more complete By how much more it is remote From custome of a superficiall ioy That 's meerely incorporeall a meere dreame To that essentiall ioy my thoughts conceyue Octa. How learnedly hath thy perswasiue toung Discouered a new passage vnto ioy In mentall reseruation True ioy is strung Best with the heart-strings sounds onely in the tongue But where 's Sir Morgan Earle of Anglesey He promised vs some pleasant masking sight To crowne these Nuptials with their due delight Enter Morgans foolish sonne Morion Morion Oh my Lord my father is comming to your Grace with such a many of Damsons and shee Shittle-cockes They smell of nothing in the world but Rozin and Coblers waxe such a many lights in their heeles lungs in their hands aboue all cry yfaith Enter the Maske of the Fayry Qu●ene with foure Harpers before they daunce one of them singeth a Welsh song they daunce and then the foole Earle Morgans sonne falleth in loue with the Fayry Queene Morion By my troth my stomacke rumbleth at the very conceit of this Iamall loue euen from the sole of my head to the crowne of the foote Surely I will haue more acquaintance of that Gentlewoman me thinks she daunceth like a Hobby-horse After the daunce a Trumpet within Octa. Thanks Cousin Morgan But soft what Trumpets this Constan. A messenger my Lord from King Gederus King of Brytayne desires accesse vnto your Maiesty Octa. Admit him to our presence Enter Ambassadour Ambass Health to this princely presence and specially to great Octauian for vnto him I must direct my speech Octa. To vs then freely speake the tenor of thy speech And wee as freely will reply to it Thy Master is a Prince whom wee affect For honourable causes knowne to vs Then speake as if the power we haue to graunt Were tied to his desire Amb. Then know great King that now Gederus stands As in a Labyrinth of hope and feare Vncertaine eyther of his life and Crowne The Romane Claudius Cesar with an hoste Of matchlesse numbers bold and resolute Are marching towards Brittayn armd with rage For the denying Tribute vnto Rome By force and bloudy warre to conquer it And eyther winne Brittayne with the sword Or make her stoope vnder the Romane yoke Now mighty King since Brittayne through the world Is counted famous for a generous I le Scorning to yeeld to forraine seruitude Gederus humbly doth desire your ayde To backe him 'gainst the pride of Romane Cesar And force his Forces from the Brittish shores Which being done with speede he vowes to tye Himselfe to Wales in bonds of amity Oct. Legate this news hath pleasd Octauian wel The Bryttaynes are a Nation free and bold And scorne the bonds of any forrayne foe A Nation that by force was ne're subdude But by base Treasons politikely forst Claudius forgets that when the Bryttish Ile Scarce knew the meaning of a strangers march Great Iulius Cesar fortunate in armes Suffred three baserepulses from the Cliffes Of chalky Douer And had not Bryttayne to her selfe prou'd false Cesar and all his Army had beene toombde In the vast bosome of the angry sea Sonne Caradoc how thinke you of this worthy enterprise Yet t is vnfit that on this sudden warning You leaue your fayre wife to the Theoricke Of matrimoniall pleasure and delight Cara. Oh my good Lord this honourable cause Is able to inflame the coward brest Of base Thersites to transforme a man That 's Planet-strooke with Saturne into Mars To turne the Caucasus of peasant thoughts Into the burning Aetna of reuenge And manly Execution of the foe What man is he if Reason speake him man Or honour spurs on that immortall fame May canonize his Acts to after times And Kingly Homers in their Swanlike tunes Of sphearelike Musicke of sweet Poesie May tell their memorable acts in verse But at the name of Romanes is all warre All courage all compact of manly vigour Totally magnanimious fit to cope Euen with a band of Centaures or a hoast Of Cretan Minotaures Then let not me be bard The way to honour 's craggy rough and hard Octa. Go on prosper braue resolued Prince Car. Faire Princesse be not you dismaid at this T is honour bids me leaue you for a while 'T will not long be absent All the world Except this honourable accident Could not intreat what now I must performe Being ingadgde by honour Let it suffice That ioy that liues with thee without thee dies Guin Sweet Lord ech howre whilst you return I le pray Honour may crowne you with a glorious day Cara. Then here I le take my leaue He kisses his hand First as my duty binds of you great King Next of you fayre Princesse He kisses her Come brothers and Lord Morgan I must intreat Your company along Mor. Fare you well great King our Cousin ap Caradoc and I will make Cesars with all her Romanes runne to the Teuils arse a peake I warrant her Exeunt I pray you looke vnto her sonne there bee Cad hee hath no more wit in his pa●es then the arrantest Cander at Coose fayre Exit Octa. Come daughter now let 's in He that loues honour must his honour winne Exeunt ACTVS 2. SCENA 2. Enter the Bardh or Welsh Poet. Bard. Thus haue you seen the vali●nt Caradoc Mounting the Chariot of eternall fame Whom mighty Fortune Regent of this Globe Which Nauigators call terrestriall Attends vpon and like a careful Nurse That sings sweet Lullabies vnto her babe Crowns her beloued Minion with content And sets him on the highest Spire of Fame Now to Gederus King

death and bloud Glost. King keepe your owne maugre all opposition If he come hither to demaund your right And with his rebell troopes disturbe the peace Of what both gods and men haue made your own Maintain the quarrell with your awfull power Be it right or wrong behaue your selfe like Ioue And strike with thunder his base insolence Discourse not what is done nor how nor when Onely Kings wils are Lawes for other men Enter a Messenger Codig What tidings brings this sweating Messenger Messen. My Lord Prince Caradoc returnd from Brittaine Is with his Army marching hitherwards Cod. He comes vnto his death Now Codigune Banish al timorous thoughts think what thou art A King That word is able to infuse Boldnesse as infinite as that we call The worlds first mouer Why the name of King Were able to create a man of stone With more then animall courage to inspire Dulnesse with nerued resolution Then Codigune like Atlas on thy backe Support thy Kingdomes Arch vntill it cracke March forward Exeunt ACTVS 3. SCENA 2. Enter Caradoc Gald Mauron Constantine Lord Morgan Earle of Anglesey with colours and Souldiours Cara. I was not wont deare friends to be so dull I am all lead as if my subtle soule Had left his lodging in this house of clay Each empty corner of my faculties And vnderstanding powers swell with dreames And dire presages of some future ill Gastly and fearefull specters haunt my sleepe And if there be as Heathen men affirme Some godlike sparks in mans diuining soule Then my propheticke spirite tels me true That some sad newes attends my steps in Wales I long to heare what mischiefe or what good Hath hapned since I parted from the King Enter Morion Morion Oh father father ffoot I sweate as if I had been buried in a Tunne of hote graynes Morg. Come you Coxecombe leaue your proclamations and your preambles and tell her the naked truth Morion My Father knowes all Indeed father the naked truth is that the Fayry Queene robd me of all my clothes you might haue seen me as poore as an Open-arse But I can tell you newes the King is poysoned Lord Codigune crowned The Lady Guiniuer the young Gentlewoman imprisoned Morgan But harke you me sonne Morion is all this true or inuented of her owne foolish pates and imaginashions Morion Why I pray you father when did you heare a Gentleman of Wales tell lyes Morgan Her tell her true in that t is the prauest Nation vnder the Sunnes for that Harke you me sonnes be Cad it is a great teale petter to be a thiefe then a lyar I warrant her Gald What Royall Prince can chaunce predominate Ouer a mind that like the soule retaynes A harmony of such concordant tunes No sudden accident should make to iarre This tenement of clay in which our soule Dwels in vntill the Lease of life indures Of learned men was well called Microcosme Or little world ouer whose mortall parts The starres doe gouerne whose immortall power Sometimes begets a fatall birth of woe Sometimes againe inuerts their sullen course To vnexpected Reuels turnes our Critticke howres To Cricket merriment yet is there meanes that barrs Their hatefull influence Wisdome rules the starres You haue lost a Father Vse the Athenians breath Graue Solons No mans happy vntill death Cara. Oh louing Prince thus the Physician speakes To the disordered Patient thus healthfull Arte Conferres with wounded Nature T is a common tricke Men being sound giue Phisicke to the sicke Fayre Prince misconster not my discontent I grieue not that Octauian is depriued Of life but that he hath exchanged His life for such a miserable death What villaine but a prodigie of nature Ingendred by some Comet would haue forst His aged soule to wander in the ayre Bearing a packet of such ponderous sinnes Would cracke the Axel-tree of heauen to beare And not haue giuen him liberty to pray But I am armde with patience First with words Wee le seeke to conquer and if not by swords March round I heare their Drummes ACTVS 3. SCENA 3. Enter Codigune Gloster Cornewall with colours and souldiours Codig Now Caradoc what i st thou canst demaund Morg. Cousin Caradoc I pray you hold her peace a little Codig I le heare no mad men speake Morg. Cads blu-hood take her for Bedlems mad mens He offers to strike him Cara. Be patient Cousin Codigune in briefe I come to clayme my right that thou vsurpest And by sinister meanes blacke as thy sinnes Hast basely stolne surrender first my wife My sister and the Kingdome of Southwales Or by the gods to whom I stand obliged In sacred bonds of Orizons and thankes For life and motion if thou refuse to doe it Or moue that bloud boyles within my veynes At the memoriall of thy hellish sinne I le teare the Crowne from off thy cursed head And eyther die my selfe or strike thee dead Cod. Caradoc thou claymest South-Wales of vs. Nor that nor wife nor sister shalt thou haue But if thou long'st for any aske a graue The high-swolne pride of Maiesty and loue Brookes no competitors it s thus decreede Who shares with them must for the booty bleed Ech Planet keeps his Orbe which being resign'd Perhaps by greater lights would be outshinde Car. Sweet Patience yet instruct my toung awhile To speake the language of a temperate soule Codigune marke vvhat I le offer thee Since that the wrongs which basely thou hast bred Cannot be reconciled but by the death Of millions that must suffer for vs two And we the authors of what wars and bloud Shall in her frantike outrage lauish out For t is a thing that honour'scornes to doe That multitudes should perish for vs two Thou art a man if actions like thy words Be but proportionable that disdaynest To fight with crauen basenesse all on ods Nor doe I thinke thy honour so profuse That guiltlesse men should bleed for thy abuse Then if thou darest And once more to augment Thy Bastard courage againe I dare thee fight Euen in a single Monomachy hand to hand And if by chance as man is nought but chance Thou conquerest me I will become thy slaue Confirme my right to thee and to thy heyres And if I ouercome doe thou the like How sayest thou vvilt thou accept this offer Cod. It pleases me and here in sight of heauens By all my hopes of immortality I vvill performe vvhat thou hast brauely spoke I loue thee for these honourable termes And will as fearelesse entertaine this fight As a good conscience doth the cracks of Ioue Cara. Then as vve are Souldiers begirt vs round And let no man disturbe the Combatants Till one or both fall to our mother earth For thus be vvell assurde the cause being right Immortall spirits doe for iustice fight Alarum They fight at Poleaxe Codigune is conquered Glost. Novv Gloster flie and hide thy head vvith shame Morg. Cads blue-hood peat out her praynes for calling her Bedlems

me both your right hands I pray you let vs be friends for euer and euer Clown Sir you shall be friends with a man of credit then for I haue a hundreth pound in blacke and white simple as I stand here and simple as I stand here I am one of the Crowners quest at this time Omnes I for simple as we all stand here wee are no lesse at this time Clown And it may be as simple as we are here if we say he shall be buried he shall and if we say not it may not be neyther Morg. But he is dead whether you will or no. Clo. Not so for he died with my good will for I neuer wept for him Morg. And his body shall be dust whether you wil or no. Clo. It may be not neyther as in our wisdomes we shall conclude perhaps wee le burne him then he shall be burned to ashes Mor. By S. Dauies it is very true Cl. For anter not so neither wee le sell him to the Apothecaries for mūmey For anter not so neyther it may be wee le hang him vp for the Crowes meats and then he shal be turned to that that fals vpon their heads that has no new clothes at Whitsontide Morg. Hold your tongue there I beseech you Clo. You must take it as it fals and as the foolish Fates and so the quest decrees Car. Leaue it to themselues they cannot dispose too ill of the remainder of so blacke a villaine Our hidious worke is done Exit Caradoc Morgan Manent Rusticks Clo. My masters and fellow questmen this is the point we are to search out the course of law whether this man that has hangde himselfe be accessary to his own death or no. 1. Nei. T is a hard case burlady neighbors to iudge truly 2. Nei. Sure I do thinke he is guilty Clo. Take heed your conscience must be vmpler in the case I put this point to you whether euery one that hangs himselfe be willing to die or no 2. Neig. I I sure he is willing Cl. I say no for the hangman hangs himselfe and yet he is not willing to die 3. Neig. How dos the hangman hang himselfe Cl. I mary dos he sir for if he haue not a man to doe his office for him he must hang himselfe ergo euery man that hangs himselfe is not willing to die 1. Neigh. He sayes very true indeed but now sir being dead who shall answere the King for his subiect Clo. Mary sir he that hangd his subiect 2. Nei. That was himselfe 3. Neighb No sir I doe thinke it was the halter that hangde him Clo. I in a sort but that was se offendendo for it may be he meant to haue broke the halter and the halter held him out of his owne defence 1. Neigh. But is not the Ropemaker in danger that made it Clo. No for hee goes backeward when t is made and therefore cannot see before what will come after neyther is the halter in fault for hee might vrge the halter nolens volens as the learned say neyther is he in fault because his time was come that he should be hanged and therefore I doe conclude that he was conscious and guiltlesse of his owne death Moreouer he was a Lord and a Lord in his owne precinct has authority to hang and draw himselfe 2. Nei. Then neighbour he may be buried Cl. Of great reason alwayes he that is aliue must die and he that is dead must be buried 2. Neigh. Yet truly in my conscience he dos not deserue to be buried Cl. Oh you speake partiously neighbor Crabtree not deserue to be buried I say he deserues to bee buried aliue that hangs himselfe 3. Neig. But for his clothes neighbour Cl. His clothes are the Hangmans 2. Neigh. Why then he must haue them himselfe Cl. This is a shrewd poynt of law this might he do now because he would saue charges and defeat the Hangman this must be well handled did he make a Will 3 Neigh. No he died detestable Cl. Why then they fall to his right heyre male for a female cannot inherite no breeches vnlesse she weares them in her husbands dayes 1. Neigh. But where shall we finde him Cl. T is true well then for want of issue they fall to the chiefe mourner I will be he to saue you all harmeles I will take his clothes vpon mine owne backe I will begin with his cloke do you take euery man his quarter and I will follow with dole and lamenration 2. Neigh. Then thus the verdit is giuen vp Clow. I I. 3. Neigh. Alas Neighbour how mournfully you speake already Clow. It is the fashion so to doe Clown Beare vp the body of our hanged friend Silke was his life a halter was his end The Hangman hangs too many gracelesse else Then why should any man thus hang himselfe If any aske why I in teares thus swimme Know I mourne for his clothes and not for him Exeunt ACTVS 4. SCENA 4. Enter Bardh or Chorus Bardh Thus haue you seen a man whose daring thoughts Euen hell it selfe the treasury of terrours Whose very shapes make Nature looke agast Cannot outface Now once more turne your eyes And view the sudden mutabilities That wayte vpon the greatest fauourite That euer Fortune fauourde with her loue Sterne Caradoc vertuously returnd Hoping to see his beautious Queene and friends His sister Voada whom he had left With trecherous Cornwall who villain-like betraid The Towne and Voada as yet a mayde Vnto the hands of Marcus Gallicus Sonne to the Romane General who as we saw Was farre inamor'd of that warlike Dame And to the Romane Band conducts her safe Whilest Gald her husband flies to saue his life And in disguise seekes the Magician forth Intreating him by prayers sighes and teares To helpe him by his Arte whilest Caradocs fayre Queene Together with her daughter made escape And fled vnto her Lord who being inraged His manly courage doubled his resolue The Romane hoste pursuing of his Queene And her young daughter Who when Caradoc espide Arm'd with a strength inuincible he fought In single opposition 'gainst an hoste Which famous battell because histories Aboue the rest to his immortall fame Haue quoted forth willing to giue it life And euerlasting motion with the rest Shall be in liuely Sceanes by him exprest Alarum ACTVS 4. SCENA 5. Enter Caradoc in haste Guiniuer her daughter and Morgan Morg. Cads blue-hood Cousin take her to her heeles was neuer in such tanshers Will her not sturre why looke you now the Romanes come vpon her with as many men as Mercers keepe Wenshes or Wenshes decayed shentlemen Harke you I le call her Cousin Mauron and our Cousin Constantine and come to her presently Cara. Damned Cornewall mayst thou sinke to hell for this Wrackt by the Furies on Ixions wheele And whipt with steele for this accursed treason Alarum Enter the Romanes with their Souldiours Ostor. Yeeld thee proud Welshman or wee le