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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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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
wonder from report my Lord The Court of England emulates your meritt And covetts to embrace 'ee Daliell I must waite on The Princesse in her fortunes Oxf: Will you please Great Ladie to set forward Kath: Being driven By fate it were in vaine to striue with Heaven Exeunt omnes Enter King Henry Surrey Vrswicke and a guard of Souldiers K: H The Counterfeit King Perkin is escap'd Escape so let him he is heg'd too fast Within the Circuite of our English pale To steale out of our Ports or leape the walls Which guarde our Land the Seas are rough and wider Then his weake armes can tugge with Surrey henceforth Your King may raigne in quiet turmoyles past Like some vnquiet dreame haue rather busied Our fansie then affrighted rest of State But Surrey why in articling a peace With Iames of Scotland was not restitution Of Losses which our Subjects did sustaine By the Scotch inrodes questioned Sur: Both demanded And vrg'd my Lord to which the King reply'd In modest merriment but smiling earnest How that our Master Henrie was much abler To beare the detriments then he repay them K: H The young man I beleeue spake honest truth 'A studies to be wise betimes Ha's Vrswicke Sir Rice ap Thomas and Lord Brooke our Steward Return'd the westerne Gentlemen full thankes From Vs for their try'd Loyalties Sur: They haue Which as if health and life had raign'd amongst em With open hearts they joyfully receiu'd K: H Young Buckingham is a fayre natur'd Prince Louely in hopes and worthie of his Father Attended by an hundred Knights and Squires Of speciall name he tendred humble service Which wee must n'ere forget and Devonshires wounds Though sleight shall find sound cure in our respect Enter Dawbney with Warbeck Heron Iohn a Water Astley Sketon Dawb: Life to the King and safetie fixe his throne I here present you royall Sir a shadowe Of Majestie but in effect a substance Of pittie a young man in nothing growne To ripenesse but th' ambition of your mercie Perkin the Christian worlds strange wonder K: H Dawbney Wee obserue no wonder I behold t is true An ornament of nature fine and pollisht A handsome youth indeede but not admire him How came he to thy hands Dawb: From Sanctuarie At Beweley neere Southhampton registred With these few followers for persons priviledg'd K: H I must not thanke you Sir you were too blame To infringe the Libertie of houses sacred Dare wee be irreligious Dawb: Gracious Lord They voluntarily resign'd themselues Without compulsion K: H So 't was very well T' was very very well turne now thine eyes Young man vpon thy selfe and thy past actions What revells in combustion through our Kingdome A frenzie of aspiring youth hath daunc'd Till wanting breath thy feete of pride haue slipt To breake thy necke Warb: But not my heart my heart Will mount till every drop of bloud be frozen By deaths perpetuall Winter If the Sunne Of Maiestie be darkned let the Sunne Of Life be hid from mee in an eclipse Lasting and vniversall Sir remember There was a shooting in of light when Richmond Not ayming at a crowne retyr'd and gladly For comfort to the Duke of Britaines Court Richard who swayed the Scepter was reputed A tyrant then yet then a dawning glimmer'd To some few wandring remnants promising day When first they ventur'd on a frightfull shore At Milford Haven Dawb: Whither speeds his boldnesse Checke his rude tongue great Sir K: H O let him range The player 's on the stage still 't is his part A' does but act what followed Warb: Bosworth feild Where at an instant to the worlds amazement A morne to Richmond and a night to Richard Appear'd at once the tale is soone applyde Fate which crown'd these attempts when lest assur'd Might haue befriended others like resolv'd K: H A prettie gallant thus your Aunt of Burgundie Your Dutchesse Aunt enform'd her Nephew so The lesson prompted and well conn'd was moulded Into familiar Dialogue oft rehearsed Till learnt by heart 't is now receiv'd for truth Warb: Truth in her pure simplicitie wants art To put a fayned blush on scorne weares onely Such fashion as commends to gazers eyes Sad vlcerated Noveltie farre beneath The spheare of Maiestie in such a Court Wisedome and gravitie are proper robes By which the Soveraigne is best distinguisht From Zanyes to his Greatnesse K: H Sirra shift Your anticke Pageantrie and now appeare In your owne nature or y 'oule taste the daunger Of fooling out of season Warb: I expect No lesse then what severitie calls Iustice And Polititians safetie let such begge As feed on almes but if there can be mercie In a protested enemie then may it Descend to these poore creatures whose engagements To th' bettering of their fortunes haue incur'd A losse of all to them if any charitie Flowe from some noble Orator in death I owe the fee of thankfulnesse K: H So braue What a bold knaue is this which of these Rebells Ha's beene the Mayor of Corke Dawb: This wise formalitie Kneele to the King 'ee Rascalls K: H Canst thou hope A Pardon where thy guilt is so apparant Mayor Vnder your good favours as men are men they may erre for I confesse respectiuely in taking great parts the one side prevailing the other side must goe downe herein the poynt is cleere if the proverbe hold that hanging goes by destinie that it is to little purpose to say this thing or that shall be thus or thus for as the fates will haue it so it must be and who can helpe it Dawb: O block-head thou a privie Counseller Begg life and cry aloude Heaven saue King Henrie Mayor Every man knowes what is best as it happens for my owne part I beleeue it is true if I be not deceived that Kings must be Kings and Subjects Subjects But which is which you shall pardon me for that whether we speake or hold our peace all are mortall no man knowes his end K: H Wee trifle time with follyes Omnes Mercie mercie K: H Vrswicke command the Dukeling and these fellowes To Digby the Lieftenant of the Tower With safetie let them be convay'd to London It is our pleasure no vncivill outrage Taunts or abuse be suffred to their persons They shall meete fayrer Law then they deserue Time may restore their wits whom vaine ambition Hath many yeares distracted Warb: Noble thoughts Meete freedome in captivitie the Tower Our Childhoods dreadfull nursery K: H. No more Vrs: Come come you shall haue leisure to bethinke 'ee Exit Vrsw: with Perkin and his K: H Was ever so much impudence in forgery The custome sure of being stil'd a King Hath fastend in his thought that HE IS SVCH But wee shall teach the ladd another language 'T is good we haue him fast Dawb: The Hangmans physicke Will purge this saucie humor K: H Very likely Yet wee could temper mercie with extremitie Being not too far provok'd Enter Oxford