but a noble Subject put in that too Dal: I could adde more and in the rightest line Deriue my pedigree from Adam Mure A Scottish Knight whose daughter was the mother To him who first begot the race of Iameses That sway the Scepter to this very day But kindreds are not ours when once the date Of many yeares haue swallowed vp the memory Of their originalls So pasture fields Neighbouring too neere the Ocean are soopd vp And knowne no more for stood I in my first And natiue greatnesse if my Princely Mistresse Voutsafd mee not her servant 't were as good I were reduc'd to Clownery to nothing As to a throane of Wonder Hunt: Now by Saint Andrew A sparke of mettall a' has a braue fire in him I would a had my Daughter so I kne wt not But must not bee so must not well young Lord This will not doe yet if the girle be headstrong And will not harken to good Counsaile steale her And runne away with her daunce galliards doe And friske about the world to learne the Languages T' will be a thriving trade you may set vp by 't Dal: With pardon noble Gourdon this disdaine Suites not your Daughters vertue or my constancie Hunt: You are angrie would a would beate me I deserue it Daliell thy hand w' are friends follow thy Courtship Take thine owne time and speake if thou prevail'st With passion more then I can with my Counsaile Shee s thine nay shee is thine t is a faire match Free and allowed I le onely vse my tongue Without a Fathers power use thou thine Selfe doe selfe haue no more words winne and weare her Dal: You blesse mee I am now too poore in thankes To pay the debt I owe you Hunt: Nay th' art poore enough I loue his spirit infinitely Looke yee shee comes to her now to her to her Enter Katherine and Iane Kat: The King commands your presence Sir Hunt: The gallant this this this Lord this Servant Kate of yours desires to be your Maister Kat: I acknowledge him a worthy friend of mine Dal: Your humblest Creature Hunt: So so the games a foote I 'me in cold hunting The hare and hounds are parties Dal: Princely Lady how most vnworthy I am to imploy My services in honour of your vertues How hopelesse my desires are to enjoy Your faire opinion and much more your loue Are onely matter of despaire vnlesse Your goodnesse giue large warrant to my boldnesse My feeble-wing'd ambition Hunt: This is scurvie Kat: My Lord I interrupt you not Hunt: Indeede Now on my life shee l Court him nay nay on Sir Dal: Oft haue I tun'd the lesson of my sorrowes To sweeten discord and inrich your pittie But all in vaine heere had my Comforts sunck And never ris'n againe to tell a storie Of the despairing Louer had not now Even now the Earle your Father Hunt: A meanes mee sure Dal: After some fit disputes of your Condition Your highnesse and my lownesse giv'n a licence Which did not more embolden then encourage My faulting tongue Hunt: How how how 's that Embolden Encourage I encourage yee d' ee heare sir A subtill trick a queint one will you heare man What did I say to you come come toth poynt Kate It shall not neede my Lord Hunt: Then heare mee Kate Keepe you on that hand of her I on this Thou standst betweene a Father and a Suiter Both striving for an interest in thy heart Hee Courts thee for affection I for dutie Hee as a servant pleads but by the priviledge Of nature tho I might Command my care Shall onely Counsaile what it shall not force Thou canst but make one choyce the tyes of marriage Are tenures not at will but during life Consider whoe 's thou art and who a Princesse A Princesse of the royall bloud of Scotland In the full spring of youth and fresh in beautie The King that sits vpon the throne is young And yet vnmarryed forward in attempts On any least occasion to endanger His person Wherefore Kate as I am confident Thou dar'st not wrong thy birth and education By yeelding to a common servile rage Of female wantonnesse so I am confident Thou wilt proportion all thy thoughts to side Thy equalls if not equall thy superiors My Lord of Daliell youug in yeares is old In honors but nor eminent in titles Or in estate that may support or adde to The expectation of thy fortunes settle Thy will and reason by a strength of Iudgement For in a word I giue thee freedome take it If equall fates haue not ordain'd to pitch Thy hopes aboue my height let not thy passion Leade thee to shrinke mine honor in oblivion Thou art thine owne I haue done Dal: Oh y' are all Oracle The living stocke and roote of truth and wisedome Kat: My worthiest Lord and Father the indulgence Of your sweete composition thus commands The lowest of obedience you haue graunted A libertie so large that I want skill To choose without direction of EXAMPLE From which I daily learne by how much more You take off from the roughnesse of a Father By so much more I am engag'd to tender The dutie of a Daughter For respects Of birth degrees of title and advancement I nor admire nor slight them all my studies Shall ever ayme at this perfection onely To liue and dye so that you may not blush In any course of mine to owne mee yours Hunt: Kate Kate thou grow'st vpon my heart like peace Creating every other houre a Iubile Kate To you my Lord of Daliell I addresse Some few remaining words the generall fame That speakes your merit even in vulgar tongues Proclaimes it cleare but in the best a President Hunt: Good wench good girle y' fayth Kat: For my part trust mee I value mine owne worth at higher rate Cause you are pleasd to prize it if the streame Of your protested service as you terme it Runne in a constancie more then a Complement It shall be my delight that worthy loue Leades you to worthy actions and these guide yee Richly to wedde an honourable name So every vertuous praise in after ages Shall be your heyre and I in your braue mention Be Chronicled the MOTHER of that issue That glorious issue Hunt: Oh that I were young againe Shee l make mee court proud danger and sucke spirit From reputation Kat: To the present motion Heere 's all that I dare answer when a ripenesse Of more experience and some vse of time Resolues to treate the freedome of my youth Vpon exchange of troathes I shall desire No surer credit of a match with vertue Then such as liues in you meane time my hopes are Preser'd secure in having you a friend Dal: You are a blessed Lady and instruct Ambition not to soare a farther flight Then in the perfum'd ayre of your soft voyce My noble Lord of Huntley you haue lent A full extent of bountie to this parley And for it shall command
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
Sir which were as Cleere and manifest as foule and dangerous Besides the guilt of his conspiracie prest him So neerely that it drew from him free Confession without an importunitie K: H Oh Lord Bishop This argued shame and sorrow for his follie And must not stand in evidence against Our mercie and the softnesse of our nature The rigor and extremitie of Law Is sometimes too too bitter but wee carry A Chancerie of pittie in our bosome I hope wee may repreiue him from the sentence Of death I hope we may Dur: You may you may And so perswade your Subjects that the title Of Yorke is better nay more just and lawfull Then yours of Lancaster so Stanlie houlds Which if it be not treason in the highest Then we are traytors all perjurd and false Who haue tooke oath to Henry and the justice Of Henries title Oxford Surrey Dawbney With all your other Peeres of State and Church Forsworne and Stanlie true alone to Heaven And Englands lawfull heire Ox: By Veres old honors I le cut his throate dares speake it Sur: T is a quarrell To' ingage a soule in K: H What a coyle is here To keepe my gratitude sincere and perfect Stanlie was once my friend and came in time To saue my life yet to say truth my Lords The man staid long enough t' indanger it But I could see no more into his heart Then what his outward actions did present And for 'em haue rewarded 'em so fullie As that there wanted nothing in our guift To gratifie his merit as I thought Vnlesse I should devide my Crowne with him And giue him halfe tho now I well perceiue T would scarce haue seru'd his turne without the whole But I am Charitable Lords let Iustice Proceede in execution whiles I mourne The losse of one whom I esteemd a friend Dur: Sir he is comming this way K: H If a'speake to me I could denie him nothing to prevent it I must withdraw pray Lords commend my favours To his last peace which I with him will pray for That done it doth concerne vs to consult Of other following troubles Exeunt Ox: I am glad hee 's gone vpon my life he would Haue pardon'd the Traytor had a'seene him Sur: 'T is a King composd of gentlenesse Dur: Rare and vnheard of But every man is neerest to himselfe And that the King obserues t is fit a' should Enter Stanly Executioner Vrswick and Dawbney Stan: May I not speake with Clifford ere I shake This peice of Frailtie off Dawb: You shall hee s sent for Stan: I must not see the King Dur: From him Sir William These Lords and I am sent hee bad vs say That he commends his mercy to your thoughts Wishing the Lawes of England could remit The forfeit of your life as willingly As he would in the sweetnesse of his nature Forget your trespasse but how ere your body Fall into dust Hee vowes the King himselfe Doth vow to keepe a requiem for your soule As for a friend close treasur'd in his bosome Ox: Without remembrance of your errors past I come to take my leaue and wish you Heaven Sur: And I good Angells guard yee Stan: Oh the King Next to my soule shall be the neerest subject Of my last prayers my graue Lord of Durham My Lords of Oxford Surrey Dawbney all Accept from a poore dying man a farewell I was as you are once great and stood hopefull Of many flourishing yeares but fate and time Haue wheeld about to turne mee into nothing Enter Clifford Daw: Sir Robert Clifford comes the man Sir William You so desire to speake with Dur: Marke their meeting Cliff: Sir William Stanlie I am glad your Conscience Before your end hath emptied every burthen Which charg'd it as that you can cleerely witnesse How farre I haue proceeded in a dutie That both concern'd my truth and the States safetie Stan: Mercy how deare is life to such as hugge it Come hether by this token thinke on mee Makes a Crosse on Cliffords face with his finger Cliff: This token What I am abusd Stan: You are not I wetr vpon your cheekes a holy Signe The Crosse the Christians badge the Traytors infamie Weare Clifford to thy graue this painted Emblem Water shall never wash it off all eyes That gaze vpon thy face shall reade there written A State-Informers Character more vglie Stamp'd on a noble name then on a base The Heavens forgiue thee pray my Lords no change Of words this man and I haue vsd too manie Cliff: Shall I be disgrac'd without replie Dur. Giue loosers Leaue to talke his losse is irrecoverable Stan: Once more To all A long farewell the best of greatnesse Preserue the King my next suite is my Lords To be remembred to my noble Brother Darby my much griev'd brother Oh! perswade him That I shall stand no blemish to his house In Chronicles writ in another age My heart doth bleede for him and for his sighes Tell him hee must not thinke the stile of Darby Nor being husband to King Henries Mother The league with Peeres the smiles of Fortune can Secure his peace aboue the state of man I take my leaue to travaile to my dust Subjects deserue their deaths whose Kings are just Come Confessor on with thy Axe friend on Exeunt Cliff: Was I call'd hither by a Traytors breath To be vpbraided Lords the King shall know it Enter King Henry with a white staffe K: H The King doth know it Sir the King hath heard What he or you could say Wee haue given credit To every point of Cliffords information The onely evidence 'gainst Stanlies head A' dyes for t are you pleasd Cliff: I pleasd my Lord K: H No ecchoes for your service wee dismisse Your more attendance on the Court take ease And liue at home but as you loue your life Stirre not from London without leaue from vs Wee le thinke on your reward away Cliff: I goe Sir Exit Clifford K: H Dye all our griefes with Stanlie take this staffe Of office Dawbney henceforth be our Chamberlaine Dawb: I am your humblest servant K: H Wee are followed By enemies at home that will not cease To seeke their owne confusion 't is most true The Cornish vnder Awdley are marcht on As farre as Winchester but let them come Our forces are in readinesse wee le catch 'em In their owne toyles Dawb: Your Armie being mustred Consist in all of horse and foote at least In number six and twentie thousand men Daring and able resolute to fight And loyall in their truthes K: H Wee know it Dawbney For them wee order thus Oxford in chiefe Assisted by bolde Essex and the Earle Of Suffolke shall leade on the first Battalia Be that your charge Ox: I humbly thanke your Majestie K: H The next Devision wee assigne to Dawbney These must be men of action for on those The fortune of our fortunes must relie The last and mayne our selfe commands in person As
readie to restore the fight at all times As to consummate an assured victorie Dawb: The King is still oraculous K: H But Surrey Wee haue imployment of more toyle for thee For our intelligence comes swiftly to vs That Iames of Scotland late hath entertaind Perkin the counterfeite with more then common Grace and respect nay courts him with rare favours The Scot is young and forward wee must looke for A suddaine storme to England from the North Which to withstand Durham shall post to Norham To fortifie the Castle and secure The frontiers against an Invasion there Surrey shall follow soone with such an Armie As may relieue the Bishop and incounter On all occasions the death-daring Scotts You know your charges all 't is now a time To execute not talke Heaven is our guard still Warre must breede peace such is the fate of Kings Exeunt Enter Crawford and Daliell Crawf: T is more then strange my reason cannot answere Such argument of fine Imposture coucht In witch-craft of perswasion that it fashions Impossibilities as if appearance Could cozen truth it selfe this Duk-ling Mushrome Hath doubtlesse charm'd the King Daliell A' courts the Ladies As if his strength of language chaynd attention By power of prerogatiue Crawf: It madded My very soule to heare our Maisters motion What suretie both of amitie and honor Must of necessitie insue vpon A match betwixt some noble of our Nation And this braue Prince forsooth Dali: T will proue to fatall Wise Huntley feares the threatning Blesse the Ladie From such a ruine Cra: How the Counsaile privie Of this young Phaeton doe skrewe their faces Into a gravitie their trades good people Were never guiltie of the meanest of 'em Dreames of at least an office in the State Dal: Sure not the Hangmans t is bespoke alreadie For service to their rogueshippes silence Enter King Iames and Huntley K: Iames Doe not Argue against our will wee haue descended Somewhat as wee may tearme it too familiarly From Iustice of our birth-right to examine The force of your alleagence Sir wee haue But finde it short of dutie Hunt: Breake my heart Doe doe King haue my services my loyaltie Heaven knowes vntainted ever drawne vpon mee Contempt now in mine age when I but wanted A minute of a peace not to be troubled My last my long one Let me be a Dotard A Bedlame a poore sot or what you please To haue me so you will not staine your bloud Your owne bloud royall Sir though mixt with mine By marriage of this girle to a straggler Take take my head Sir whilst my tongue can wagge It cannot name him other K: Ia: Kings are counterfeits In your repute graue Oracle not presently Set on their thrones with Scepters in their fists But vse your owne detraction t is our pleasure To giue our Cosen Yorke for wife our kinswoman The Ladie Katherine Instinct of soveraigntie Designes the honor though her peevish Father Vsurps our Resolution Hunt: O t is well Exceeding well I never was ambitious Of vsing Congeys to my Daughter Queene A Queene perhaps a Queene Forgiue me Daliell Thou honorable Gentleman none here Dare speake one word of Comfort Dal: Cruell misery Craw: The Lady gracious Prince may be hath setled Affection on some former choyce Dal: Inforcement would proue but tyrannie Hunt I thanke 'ee heartily Let any yeoman of our Nation challenge An interest in the girle then the King May adde a Ioynture of ascent in titles Worthy a free consent now a' pulls downe What olde Desert hath builded K. Ia. Cease perswasions I violate no pawnes of faythes intrude not On private loues that I haue play'd the Orator For Kingly Yorke to vertuous Kate her grant Can iustifie referring her contents To our provision the Welch Harrie henceforth Shall therefore know and tremble to acknowledge That not the paynted Idoll of his pollicie Shall fright the lawfull owner from a Kingdome Wee are resolv'd Hunt Some of thy Subjects hearts King Iames will bleede for this K. Ia. Then shall their blouds Be nobly spent no more disputes hee is not Our friend who contradicts vs Hunt Farewell Daughter My care by one is lessened thanke the King for 't Enter I and my griefes will daunce now Looke Lords looke Heere 's hand in hand alreadie K. Ia. Peace olde phrensie Enter Warbeck leading Katherine complementing Countesse of Crawford Iane Frion Major of Corke Astley Heron and Sketon How like a' King a lookes Lords but obserue The confidence of his aspect Drosse cannot Cleaue to so pure a mettall royall youth Plantaginett vndoubted Hunt: Ho braue Lady But no Plantagenet by r Lady yet By red Rose or by white Warb. An Vnion this way Settles possession in a Monarchie Establisht rightly as is my inheritance Acknowledge me but Soveraigne of this Kingdome Your heart fayre Princes and the hand of providence Shall crowne you Queene of me and my best fortunes Kath. Where my obedience is my Lord a dutie Loue owes true service Warb: Shall I K. Ia Cossen yes Enjoy her from my hand accept your bride And may they liue at enmitie with comfort Who grieue at such an equall pledge of trothes Y' are the Princes wife now Kath: By your gift Sir Warb: Thus I take seisure of mine owne Kath: I misse yet A fathers blessing Let me finde it humbly Vpon my knees I seeke it Hunt: I am Huntley Olde Alexander Guerdon a plaine subject Nor more nor lesse and Ladie if you wish for A blessing you must bend your knees to Heaven For Heaven did giue me you alas alas What would you haue me say may all the happinesse My prayers ever sued to fall vpon you Preserue you in your vertues preethee Daliell Come with me for I feele thy griefes as full As mine le ts steale away and cry together Exeunt Huntley and Daliell Dal: My hopes are in their ruines K. Ia. Good kinde Huntley Is over-joy'd a fit solemnitie Shall perfite these delights Crawford attend Our order for the preparation Exeunt manent Frion Major Astley Heron Sketon Fri: Now worthy Gentlemen haue I not followed My vndertakings with successe Heere 's entrance Into a certaintie aboue a hope Heron. Hopes are but hopes I was ever confident when I traded but in remnants that my starres had reserv'd me to the title of a Viscount at least honor is honor though cut out of any stuffes Sket: My brother Heron hath right wisely delivered his opinion for he that threeds his needle with the sharpe eyes of industrie shall in time goe through-stitch with the new suite of preferment Astley Spoken to the purpose my fine witted brother Sketon for as no Indenture but has its counterpawne no Noverint but his Condition or Defeysance so no right but may haue claime no claime but may haue possession any act of Parlament to the Contrary notwithstanding Frion You are all read in mysteries of State And quicke of apprehension deepe in judgement Actiue in resolution
the Lyon faints not Lockt in a grate but loose disdaines all force Which barres his prey and wee are Lyon-hearted Or else no King of beasts Harke how they shout Another shout Triumphant in our cause bolde confidence Marches on brauely cannot quake at daunger Enter Sketon Sket. Saue King Richard the fourth saue King of hearts the Cornish blades are men of mettall haue proclaimed through Bodnam and the whole Countie my sweete Prince Monarch of England foure thousand tall yeomen with bow and sword alreadie vow to liue and dye at the foote of KING RICHARD Enter Astley Astley The Mayor our fellow Counseller is servant for an Emperour Exceter is appointed for the Rend a vous and nothing wants to victory but courage and resolution vigellatum datum decimo Septembris Anno Regui Regis primo cetera confirmatum est Al 's cocke sure Warb: To Exceter to Exceter march on Commend vs to our people wee in person Will lend them double spirits tell them so She Astl: King Richard King Richard Warb: A thousand blessings guard our lawfull Armes A thousand horrors peirce our enemies soules Pale feare vnedge their weapons sharpest poynts And when they draw their arrowes to the head Numnesse shall strike their sinewes such advantage Hath Majestie in its pursuite of Iustice That on the proppers vp of truths olde throne It both enlightens counsell and giues heart To execution whiles the throates of traytors Lye bare before our mercie O Divinitie Of royall birth how it strikes dumbe the tongues Whose prodigallitie of breath is brib'd By traynes to greatnesse Princes are but men Distinguisht in the finenesse of their frailtie Yet not so grosse in beautie of the minde For there 's a fire more sacred purifies The drosse of mixture Herein stands the odds Subjects are men on earth Kings men and gods Exeunt omnes Actus Quintus Scaena prima Enter Katherine and Iane in riding suits with one servant Kath: IT is decreede and wee must yeeld to fate Whose angry Iustice though it threaten ruine Contempt and povertie is all but tryall Of a weake womans constancie in suffering Here in a strangers and an enemies Land Forsaken and vnfurnisht of all hopes But such as waite on miserie I range To meete affliction where so ere I treade My trayne and pompe of servants is reduc't To one kinde Gentlewoman and this groome Sweet Iane now whither must wee Iane To your Shippes Deare Lady and turne home Kath: Home I haue none Flie thou to Scotland thou hast friends will weepe For joy to bid thee welcome but ô Iane My Iane my friends are desperate of comfort As I must be of them the common charitie Good people salmes and prayers of the gentle Is the revenue must support my state As for my natiue Countrey since it once Saw me a Princesse in the height of greatnesse My birth allow'd me here I make a vow Scotland shall never see me being fallen Or lessened in my fortunes Never Iane Never to Scotland more will I returne Could I be Englands Queene a glory Iane I never fawn'd on yet the King who gaue me Hath sent me with my husband from his presence Deliver'd vs suspected to his Nation Renderd vs spectacles to time and pittie And is it fit I should returne to such As onely listen after our descent From happinesse enjoyd to misery Expected though vncertaine Never never Alas why do'st thou weepe and that poore creature Wipe his wett cheekes too let me feele alone Extremities who know to giue them harbour Nor thou nor he ha's cause You may liue safely Iane There is no safetie whiles your dangers Madam Are every way apparent Servant Pardon Ladie I cannot choose but shew my honest heart You were ever my good Ladie Kath: O deare soules Your shares in griefe are too too much Enter Daliell Daliell I bring Fayre Princesse newes of further sadnesse yet Then your sweet youth hath beene acquainted with Kath: Not more my Lord then I can welcome speake it The worst the worst I looke for Dal. All the Cornish At Exceter were by the Citizens Repulst encountred by the Earle of Devonshire And other worthy Gentlemen of the Countrey Your husband marcht to Taunton and was there Affronted by King Henries Chamberlayne The King himselfe in person with his Armie Advancing neerer to renew the fight On all occasions But the night before The battayles were to joyne your husband privately Accompanied with some few horse departed From out the campe and posted none knowes whither Kath: Fled without battayle given Dal: Fled but follow'd By Dawbney all his parties left to taste King Henries mercie for to that they yeelded Victorious without bloudshed Kath: O my sorrowes If both our liues had prou'd the sacrifice To Henries tyrannie wee had fallen like Princes And rob'd him of the glory of his pride Dal: Impute it not to faintnesse or to weakenesse Of noble courage Ladie but foresight For by some secret friend he had intelligence Of being bought and solde by his base followers Worse yet remaines vntold Kath: No no it cannot Daliell I feare y' are betray'd The Earle of Oxford Runnes hot in your pursuite Kath: A' shall not neede Wee le runne as hot in resolution gladly To make the Earle our Iaylor Iane Madam Madam they come they come Enter Oxford with followers Daliell Keepe backe or he who dares Rudely to violate the Law of honor Runnes on my sword Kath: Most noble Sir forbeare What reason drawes you hither Gentlemen Whom seeke 'ee Oxf: All stand off with favour Ladie From Henry Englands King I would present Vnto the beauteous Princesse Katherine Gourdon The tender of a gracious entertainment Kath: Wee are that Princesse whom your maister King Pursues with reaching armes to draw into His power let him vse his tyrannie Wee shall not bee his Subjects Oxf: My Commission extends no further excellentest Ladie Then to a service 't is King Henries pleasure That you and all that haue relation t' ee Be guarded as becomes your birth and greatnesse For rest assur'd sweet Princesse that not ought Of what you doe call yours shall finde disturbance Or any welcome other then what suits Your high condition Kath: By what title Sir May I acknowledge you Oxf: Your servant Ladie Descended from the Line of Oxfords Earles Inherits what his auncestors before him Were owners of Kath: Your King is herein royall That by a Peere so auncient in desert As well as bloud commands Vs to his presence Oxf: Invites 'ee Princesse not commands Kath: Pray vse Your owne phrase as you list to your protection Both I and mine submit Oxf: There 's in your number A Nobleman whom fame hath brauely spoken To him the King my Maister bad mee say How willingly he courts his friendship Far From an enforcement more then what in tearmes Of courtesie so great a Prince may hope for Daliell My name is Daliell Oxf: 'T is a name hath wonne Both thankes and