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A03224	The first and second partes of King Edward the Fourth Containing his mery pastime with the tanner of Tamworth, as also his loue to faire Mistrisse Shoare, her great promotion, fall and miserie, and lastly the lamentable death of both her and her husband. Likewise the besieging of London, by the bastard Falconbridge, and the valiant defence of the same by the Lord Maior and the citizens. As it hath diuers times beene publikely played by the Right Honorable the Earle of Derbie his seruants.; King Edward the Fourth	Heywood, Thomas, d. 1641.	1600 (1600)	STC 13342; ESTC S106204	101,074	176

it about To hemme vs in or get the gate of vs And therefore Cosin Shoare as I repose Trust in thy valour and thy loyaltie Draw forth thrée hundred bowmen and some pikes And presently encounter their assault Sho. I haue your meaning and effect my Lord I trust shall disappoint them of their hope After an alarum Enter Spicing with a drum and certaine Soldiours Spi. Come on my harts we will be kings to night Carouse in Gold and sléepe with marchants wiues While their poore husbands loose their liues abroad We are now quite behind our enemies backs And there 's no let or hindrance in the way But we may take possession of the towne Ah you mad rogues this is the wished houre Follow your leader and be resolute As he marcheth thinking to enter Shoare and his souldiours issue forth and repulse him after excursions wherein the rebels are disperst Enter Maior Reco Shoa Iosseline and a Messenger talking with the Maior Ma. I my good friend so certifie his grace The Rebels are dispersed all and fled And now his Highnes méetes with victorie Exit Mess. Marshall your sclues and kéepe in good aray To adde more glorie to this victorie The King in person commeth to this place How great an honour haue you gainde to day And how much is this Citie famde for euer That twise without the helpe eyther of King Or any but of God and our owne selues We haue preuailde against our countries foes Thankes to his maiestie assisted vs Who alwaies helps true subiects in their néed The Trumpets sound then enters king Edward L. How Sellenger and the traine King Where is my Lord Maior Ma. Here dread Soueraigne I hold no Lordship nor no dignitie In presence of my gracious Lord the King But all I humble at your highnes féete With the most happie conquest of proud rebels Dispearst and fled that now remaines no doubt Of euer making head to vexe vs more King You haue not tane the bastard Falconbridge Or is he slaine Ma. Neither my gracious Lord Although we labourd to our vttermost Yet all our care came ouer short For apprehending him or Spicing eyther But some are taken others on proffered grace Yéelded themselues and at your mercie stand K. Thanks good L. Maior you may condemne vs Of too much slacknes in such vrgent néed But we assure you on our royall word So soone as we had gathered vs a power We dallied not but mane all hast we could What order haue ye tane for Falconbridge And his confederates in this rebellion Ma. Vnder your leaue my Liedge we haue proclaimd Who bringeth Falconbridge aliue or dead Shall be requited with a thousand markes As much for Spicing others of lesse worth At easier rates are set K. Well haue ye done And wee will see it paid from our Erchequer Now leaue we this and come to you That haue so well deserude in these affaires Affaires I meane of so maine consequence Kneele downe and all of you receiue in field The honor you haue merited in field There he drawes his sword and knights them Arise Sir Iohn Crosbie L. Maior of London Knight Arise vp Sir Ralph Iosseline knight Arise Sir Thomas Vrswicke our Recorder of London and Knight Now tell me which is M. Shoare Ma. This same my Lord And hand to hand he fought with Falconbridge King Shoare knéele thou downe What call yée else his name Recor. His name is Mathew Shoare my Lord K. Shoare why kneelest thou not and at thy Soueraignes hand receiue thy right Shoare Pardon me gracious Lord I do not stand contemptuous or despising Such royall fauour of my Soueraigne But to acknowledge mine vnworthines Farre be it from the thought of Mathew Shoare That he should be aduanc'de with Aldermen With our L. Maior our right graue Recorder If any thing hath béene performde by me That may deserue your Highnes mean'st respect I haue inough and I desire no more Then let me craue that I may haue no more King Well be it as thou wilt some other way We will deuise to quittance thy deserts And not to faile therein vpon my word Now let me tell ye all my friends at once Your King is married since you saw him last And haste to helpe you in this néedfull time Made me on sudden to forsake my bride But séeing all things are fallen out so well And there remaines no further doubt of ill Let me intreate you would goe boote your selues And bring your King a little on his way How say you my Lord shall it be so Ma. Now God forbid but that my Lord the King Should alwaies haue his Subiects at command Ios. Forbid quotha I in good sadnes your maiestie shall finde vs alwaies readie and so forth King Why then set forward Gentlemen And come L. Maior I must conferre with you Exeunt Enter Falconbridge and spicing with their weapons in their hands Spi. Art thou the man whose victories drawn at sea Fild euerie heart with terror of thy name Art thou that Neuill whom we tooke thee for Thou art a lowse thou bastard Falconbridge Thou baser then a bastard in whose birth The very dregs of seruitude appeares Why tell me liuer of some rotten shéepe After by thy allurements we are brought To vndertake this course after thy promises Of many golden mountaines to ensue Is this the greatest comfort thou canst giue Hast thou insnarde our héedles feet with death And brought vs to the Jebbet of defame And now do'st bid vs shift and saue our selues No crauen were I sure I should be tane I would not stirre my feete vntill this hand Had venged me on thee for misguiding vs Fal. Opprobrious villaine stable excrement That neuer dreamst of other manhood yet But how to ierke a horse vntill my words Insusde into thee resolutions sire Controlst thou me for that wherein thy selfe Art onely the occasion of mishap Hadst thou and they stood to it as well as I The day had beene our owne and London now That laughes in triumph should haue wept in teares But being backt by such faint harted slaues No marualle if the Lion go to wracke As though it were not incident to Kings Sometime to take repulse mine is no more Nor is not for that muddie braine of thine To tutor me how to digest my losse Then flie with those that are alreadie fled Or stay behind and hang all but the head Spi. Oh preiudice to Spicings conquering name Whose valor euen the hacks this sword has made Vpon the flint and yron barres at Aldgate Like mouthes wil publish whiles the City stands That I shrunke that I was neuer seene To shew my manly spleene but with a whipe I tell thee Falconbridge the least of these Do challenge bloud before they be appeasde Fal. Away ye scoundrell tempt not my resolue The courage that suruiues in Falconbridge Scornes the incounter of so base a drudge Spi. By the pure temper of this sword of mine By this true

THE FIRST AND SECOND partes of King Edward the fourth Contayning his merrie pastime with the Tanner of Tamwoorth as also his loue to fayre Mistresse Shoare her great promotion fall and miserie and lastly the lamentable death of both her and her husband Enter King Edward the Dutches of Yorke the Queene the Lord Howard and sir Thomas Sellinger Dutchesse SOnne I tell ye you haue done you know not what King I haue married a woman else I am deceiued mother Dutch Married a woman married indéed Here is a marriage that befits a King It is no matudile it was done in haste Here is a Bridall and with hell to boote You haue made worke King Faith mother some we haue indéed but ere long you shall see vs make worke for an heire apparant I doubt not nay nay come-come Gods will what chiding stille Dutch O God that ere I livde to see this day King By my faith mother I hope you shal see the night too and in the morning I wil be bold to ●ld you to the Christning Grandmother and Godmother to a Prince of Wales tut mother t is a stirring world Dutch Haue you sent Warwicke into France for this King No by my faith mother I sent Warwicke into France for an other but this by chance being néerer hand and comming in the way I cannot tell how we concluded and now as you see are going about to get a young King Dutch But tell me sonne how will you answere this I st possible your rash vnlawfull act Should not bréed mortail hate betwixt the Realmes What may the French King thinke when he shall heare That whilst you send to entreat about his daughter Basely to take a subiect of your owne What may the Princesse Bona think of this Our noble Cosin Warwicke that great Lord That Center-shaking thunderclap of warre That like a Colum propt the house of Yorke And boare our white Rose brauely in his top When he shall heare his embassage abusor In this but made an instrument by you I know his soule will blush within his bosome And shame will sit in Scarlet on his Brew To haue his honor toucht with this foule blemish Sonne sonne I tell you that is done by you Which yet the child that is vnborne shall rue King Tush mother you are deceiude all true subiectes shall haue cause to thanke God to haue their King borne of a true English woman I tell you it was neuer well since wee imatched with strangers so our children haue béene still like Chickens of the halfe kind but where the rocke and the hen be both of one breede there is like to be birdes of the game heare you mother heare you had I gone to it by fortune I had made your sonnes George and Dicke to haue stoode gaping after the crowne this wench mother is a widow and hath made proofe of her valour and for any thing I know I am as like to do the deed as John Gray her husband was I had rather the people praied to blesse mine heire then selide me an heire hold your peace if you can see there was neuer mother had a to warder sonne why Cosin Howard and Tom Sellinger heard you euer such a coyle about a wife How My soueraigne Lord with patience beare her splaine Your princely mothers zeale is like a riuer That from the free aboundance of the waters Breakes out into this inundation From her aboundant care this rage proceeds O'er swolne with the extremitie of loue Sel. My Lord my Lord auoid a womans humor If you resist this tumor of her will Here you shall haue her dwell vpon this passion Untill she lade and dull our eares againe Séeme you but sorie for what you haue done And straight shée le put the finger in the eye With comfort now since it cannot be helpt But make you shew to iustifie the act If euer other language in her lips Then out vpon it it is abhominable I dare be hangde Say any thing it makes no matter what Then thus be wearied with a womans chat Dutch I I you are the spaniels of the Court And thus you fawn and sooth your wanton king But Edward hadst thou prizde thy maiestie Thou neuer wouldst haue staind thy princely state with the base leauings of a subiects bed Nor borne the blemish of her Bigamie A widow i st not a goodly thing Grayes children come aske blessing of the King Qu. Nay I beséech your Grace my Lady York Euen as you are a Princesse and a widow Thinke not so meanely of my widowhood A spotlesse virgin came I first to Gray With him I liude a true and faithfull wife And since his hie emperiall maiestie Hath pleasde to blesse my poore deiected state With the high Soueraigne title of his Quéene I here protest before the host of heauen I came as chaste a widow to his bed As when a virgin I to Gray was wed King Come come haue done now haue you chid enough Gods fote we were as merie ere she came as any people in Chrstendome I with the mistris and these with the maides onely wee haue no fidlers at our feast but mother you haue made a fit of mirth welcome to Grafton mother by my troth you are euen iust come as I wished you here let vs go to supper and in Charitie giue vs your blessing ere we go to Bedde Dutc. O Edward Edward flie and leaue this place Wherein poore Gllie King thou art inchanted This is her dam of Bedfords worke her mother That hath bewitcht thée Edward my poore childe Dishonour not the Princes of thy land To make the them kneele with reuerence at her féete That ere thou dost empale with soueraintie They would haue scorned to haue looked vpon There 's no such difference twixt the greatest Péere And the poore silliest kitching maide that liues Aais bet wirt thy worthines and hers Quee. I do confesse it yet my Ladie Yorke My mother is a duchesse as you are A Princesse borne the Duke of Bedfords wife And as you know a daughter and a sister Unto the royall bloud of Burgundie But you cannot so basely thinke on me As I do thinke of these vaine worldly titles God from soule my sinne as farre deuide As I am farre from boasting in this pride Selling. Madam she is the mirror of her kind Had she but so much spleene as hath a gnatte Her spirits would startle to abide your taunts She is a Saint and Madam you blaspheme to wrong so sweete a Ladie Duch. Thou art a minion and a flatterer Sellin. Madam but that you are my soueraignes mother I would let you know you wrong a Gentleman Howard Good Cosin Sellinger haue patience Her Graces rage by too much violence Hath spent it selfe alreadie into aire Déere Madam I beseeth you on my knee Tender that louing kindnesse to the Quéene That I dare sweare she doth in soule to you Edw. Well said good Cose I pray thee make them friends why

Bastard is so neare Ma. How meane ye M. Iosseline by neare He neither comes from Italy nor Spaine But out of Kent and Essex which you know Are both so neare as nearer cannot be Ioss. Nay by your patience good my Lord a word Simple though I am yet I must confesse A mischiefe further off would and so forth You know my meaning things not seene before Are and so forth yet in good sadnes I would that all were well and perchance It may be so what were it not for hope The heart and so forth but to the matter You meane and purpose I I am sure ye doe Ma. Well M. Iosseline we are sure ye mean well Although somewhat defectiue in your vtterance Ios. I I my Lord Maior I am you know Willing readie so forth tut tut for me ha ha My Manston is at Ham and thence you know I come to helpe you in this néedfull time When rebels are so busie and so forth What masters age must neuer be despisde You shall find me my Lord still and so forth Enter Vrswicke the Recorder Sho. My Lord now here comes M. Recorder Re. Good euen my good Lord Maior the stréets are chainde The bridge well manned euerie place preparde Shall we now go together and consult What else there is to be determinde of Ma. Your comming M. Recorder was the thing We all desired therefore let vs consult And now what say ye if with halfe our power Wee issue forth and giue the rebels fight Recor. Before they do prouoke vs nearer hand There were no way to that if all be pleasde What 's your opinion M. Iosseline Ios. Good sooth my L. Maior and M. Recorder You may take your choice but in my conceit Issue if you will or else stay if you will A man can neuer be too warie and so forth Yet as to issue will not be the worst Euen so to tarrie wel you may thinke more on 't But all is one we shall be sure to fight And you are wise enough to sée your time I I a Gods name Rec. My Lord accept his meaning better then his counsell Ma. I so we do or else we were to blame What if we stoppe the passage of the Thames With such prouision as we haue of shippes Recor. Its doubtfull yet my Lord whether the rebels Purpose that way to séeke our detriment Rather me séemeth they will come by land And either make assault at London bridge Or else at Algate both which enterances Were good they should be strongly fortified Ios. Well said master Recorder you do I I I warrant Recor. As for the other the whole companies Of Mercers Grocers Drapers and the rest Are drawne together for their best defence Beside the Towre a neighbour to that place As on the one side it will cléere the riuer So on the other with their ordenance It may repulse and beate them from the gate Ma. What noyse is this prouide ye sodainely A noyse within And euerie man betake him to his charge Enter a Messenger Sho. Soft who is this how now my friend what newes Mes. My master the Lieutenant of the Towre giues ye to vnderstand he hath descride the armie of the rebels Recor. Which may come they Mes. From Essexward and therefore t is his mind You guarde both Algate wel and Bishopsgate Ma. Saint George away and let vs all resolue Either to vanquish this rebellious rout Preserue our goods our children and our wiues Or seale our resolution with our liues Exeunt Enter Falconbridge Spicing with his troupes Fal. Summon the Citie and commaund our entrance Which if we shall be stubbornly denide Our power shal rush like thunder through the walles Spi. Open your gates slaues when I commaund ye Spicing beates on the gates and then enters the Lord Maior and his associates with prentises Ma What 's he that beates thus at the Cittie gates Commaunding entrance as he were a King Fa. He that will haue releasement for a King I Thomas Neuell the Lord Falconbridge Spi Ha sirra you clapper ●che bolt Or I le bolt you if I get in stand you preaching with a pore Ma. We haue no warrant I ho Falconbridge To let your armed troupes into our Citie Considering you haue taken vp these armes Against our soueraigne and our countries peace Fal. I tell thee Mawr and know he tels thée so That commeth armed in a Kings defence That I craue entrance in Kings Henries name In right of the true line of Lancaster Me thinks that word spoke from a Nevils mouth Should like an earthquake rend your chained gates And teare in péeces your portculleises I thunder it againe into you eares You stout and braue couragious Londoners In Henries name I craue my entrance in R. Should Henries name commaund thee entrance here We should denie alleageance unto Edward Whose true and faithfull subiects we are sworne And in whose presence is our sword vp borne Fal. I tell thee traitor then thou bearst thy sword Against thy true vndoubted King Sho. Nay then I tell thee bastard Falconbridge My Lord Maior beares his sword in his defence That put the sword into the armes of London Made the Lord Maiors for euer after Knights Richard deposde Henrie Bollingbrooke From whom the house of Yorke doth claime their right Fal. What 's he that answeres vs thus saucilie Smo. Sirra your name that we may know ye hereafter Sho. My name is Shoare a Goldsmith by my trade Fal. What not that Shoare that hath the daintie wife Shoares wife the flowre of London for her beautie Sho. Yes rebell euen the verie same Spi. Runne rascall and fetch thy wife to our Generall presently or else all the Gold in Cheapside cannot ransome her wilt thou not stirre when I bid thee Fal. Shoare listen me thy wise is mine that 's flat This night in thine owne house shée sleepes with mee Now Crosebie Lord Maior shall we enter in Ma. Crosebie the Lord Maior tels thée proud rebell no Fal. No Croseby shall I not then doating Lord I cramme the name of rebell down thy throat There 's not the poorest rascall of my campe But if he chance to meete thee in Cheapside Upon thy footcloath he shall make thee light And hold his stirrop while he mount thy horse Then lackie him which way he please to goe Crosebie I le make the Citizens be glad To send thee and the Aldermen thy brethren All manicled and chainde like Gally slaues To ransome them and to redéeme the Citie M. Nay then proud rebel pause heare me speak There 's not the poorest and meanest Citizen That is a faithfull subiect to the King But in despight of thy rebellious route Shall walke to Bowe a small wand in his hand Although thou lie encamped at Mileend Greene And not the proudest rebell of you all Shall dare to touch him for his damned soule Come we will pull vp our portculleises And let me see thee enter if thou dare Fal.

doe know for all thy outward shew Thou hast no meaning once to looke on him Brother dissembler leaue this colouring With him that meanes as falsely as thy selfe Con. I but thou knowst that Edward on our letters And hoping our assistance when he came Did make this purposde voyage into France And with his forces is he here arriude Trusting that we will kéepe our word with him Now though we meane it not yet set a face Vpon the matter as though we intended To kéepe our word with him effectually Bur. And for my better countenance in this case My lingring siege at Nuse will serue the turne There will I spend the time to disappoynt King Edwards hope of my conioyning with him Con. And I will kéepe me still here in S. Quintins Pretending mightie matters for his aide But not performing any on my word The rather Burgundy because I aime At matters which perhaps may cost your head All this aside If all hit right to expectation In the meane space like a good craftie knaue That hugs the man he wisheth hangd in hart Kéepe I faire weather still with Burgundy Till matters fall out for my purpose fit Ici sont mon secrets beau temps pour moy Bur. Ici sont mon secrets beau temps pour moy Are ye so craftie Constable procéede procéede You quick sharpe sighted man imagine me Blinde witlesse and a fillie Idiot That pries not into all your policies Who I no God doth know my simple wit Can neuer sound a iudgement of such reach As is our cunning Constable of France Perswade thy selfe so still and when time serues And that thou art in most extremitie Néeding my helpe then take thou héede of me In meane while Sir you are the only man That hath my heart hath I and great reason too Thus it befits men of déepe reach to doo Well Constable you le back againe to Nuse And not aide English Edward Con. What else man And kéepe thée in S. Quintins so shall we Smile at King Edwards weake capacitie Exeunt Enter King Edward with Burgundie Howard Sellenger and Scales K. Ed. Tell not me Burgundie t is I am wrongd And you haue dealt like a disloyall Knight B. Edward of England these are vnkingly words King He that wil do my Lord what he should not Must and shall heare of me what he would not I say againe you haue deluded me Bur. Am I not come according to my word K. No Charles of Burgundie thy word was giuen To méete with me in Aprill now t is August The place appointed Calice not Lorraine And thy approach to be with martiall troupes But thou art come not hauing in thy traine So much as Page or Lackie to attend thee As who should say thy presence were munition And strength enough to answer our expect Summer is almost spent yet nothing done And all by dalliance with vncertaine hope Burg. My forces lay before the citie Nuse From which I could not rise but with dishonour Unlesse vpon some composition had K. Ed. There was no such exception in your letters Why smiles Lord Scales Scales My man reports my Lord The composition that the Duke there made Was méere compulsion for the citizens Draue him from thence perforce K. Ed. I thought so much We should not yet haue seene your excellence But that your héeles were better then your hands B. Lord Scales thou dost me wrong to slander me K. Ed. Letting that passe it shall be seene my Lord That we are able of our selfe to claime Our right in France without or your assistance Or any others but the helpe of heauen Bur. I make no question of it yet the Constable Prest with no such occasion as I was Might haue excusde vs both if he had pleasde K. Ed. Accuse him not your cities as we came Were euen as much to be condemnde as his They gaue vs leaue to lye within the field And scarcely would affoord vs meate for money This was small friendship in respect of that You had ingagde your honour to performe But march we forward as we were determined This is S. Quintins where you say my Lord The Constable is readie to receiue vs Bur. So much he signified to me by letter K. Ed. Well we shall see his entertainment forward As they march vpon the stage the Lord Scales is strooke downe and two souldiours slaine outright with great shot from the towne Flie to our maine battaile bid them stand There 's treason plotted speake to me Lord Scales Or if there be no power of life remaining To vtter thy hearts grieuance make a signe Two of our common souldiours slaine beside This is hard welcome but it was not you At whom the fatall enginer did aime My breast the leuell was though you the marke In which conspiracie answer me Duke Is not thy soule as guiltie as the Earles Bur. Perish my soule King Edward if I knew Of any such intention yet I did and grieue that it hath sped no otherwise K. Ed. Howard and Sellinger Burgundie steales away What is there hope of life in none of them Ho. The souldiours are both slaine outright my Lord But the Lord Scales a little is recouered K. Ed. Conuay his body to our Pauillion And let our Surgeons vse all diligence They can deuise for safegard of his life Whilst we with all extremitie of warre Goe plague S. Quintins Howard fetch on our powers We will not stirre a foote till we haue she wne Just vengeance on the Constable of France Oh God to wooe vs first to passe the sea And at our comming thus to halt with vs I thinke the like thereof was neuer seene But where 's the Duke Scl. Gone as it seemes my Lord Stept secretly away as one that knew His conscience would accuse him if he staide K. Ed. A paire of most dissembling hypocrites Is he and this base Earle on whom I vow Leauing King Lewis vnpreiudizde in peace To spend the whole measure of my kindled rage Their stréetes shall sweate with their effused blood And this bright Sunne be darkned with the smoke Of smouldring cinders when their citie lies Buried in ashes of reuengefull fire On whose pale superstcies in the stead Of parchmēt with my launce I le draw these lines Edward of England left this memorie In iust reuenge of hatefull trecherie Enter Howard againe Lord Howard haue ye done as I commanded How Our battailes are disposde and on the brow Of euery inferiour seruiter my Lord You might behold destruction figured Greedily thrusting to begin the fight But when no longer they might be restrainde And that the drumme and trumpet both began To sound warres chéerefull harmonie behold A flagge of truce vpon the walles was hangd And forth the gates did issue méekly pac't Thrée men whereof the Constable is one The other two the Gunner and his mate By whose grosse ouer-sight as they report This sudden chance vnwittingly befell K. Ed. Bring forth the Constable the other