THE BLIND-BEGGAR OF BEDNAL-GREEN VVITH The merry humor of Tom Strowd the Norfolk Yeoman as it was divers times publickly acted by the Princes Servants Written by JOHN DAY GRANTED BY H R M PROHIBITED TO BE COVNTERFETED LONDON Printed for R. Pollard and Tho. Dring and are to be sold at the Ben Iohnsons Head behind the Exchange and the George in Fleetstreet near Saint Dunstans Church 1659. Drammatis Personae KIng Henry the sixth Duke of Gloster Protector Momford the Blind-beggar Bedford a Noble-man Bewford Lord Cardinal Sir Robert Westford Brother and private enemy to Momford Captain Westford true Friend to Momford Sir Walter Playnsey a Lover of Ell•nor Young Playnsey Troth-plight Husband of Bess Momford Old Strowd a Norfolk Yeoman Tom Strowd his Son Swash his man and Clown two Cheats Canbee Hadland Snip their Boy Ellanor old Playnsey's Ward Bess the Blind-beggars Daughter Kate Sir Roberts Daughter Switzer Vitler Landeress Armorer Carter Souldiers Officers and Attendants Scene Bednal Green The Blind-Beggar of Bednall-Green ACT I. Enter Bedford Sir Robert Westford Captain Westford and Souldiers Bed YOu Peers of England that with awfull dread Drum Have pac'd on the green Garments of fair France Here cease a while and give the French-men rest That they may know whose Soveraignty is best Either the Dolphin• or our Royal Lords But what avails our Conquests far from home When civil Discords stir uncivil arms In the Kings Chamber London nay his Court See Lords read what is written there By blest St. Peter Gloster is to blame And W•nchester hath neither grace nor shame Sir Rob. Yes my Lord he is Lord Cardinals grace Bed Lord Cardinal marry fie he was proud before But now his Hat exalts his proud heart more But when I come among them I le make them know The benefit of Peace fall out for women Wrangle at a word the one 's Protector Of a sacred Prince the other made a Prince Drum afar off Amongst the Prelates though Bewford basely born I le write to them if with regardless eyes our lines they read VVe 'll over and cut off their factious head Sir Rob. About old Playnseys son what says your Excellency Bed Sir Walters son marry Sir Rob. Westford March a far off This Drum I think marcheth from Amiens Is should be he I sent him for the Prisoners Enter young Plainsey with Drum and Souldiers and a Switzar Y. Playn Health to your Excellence most gracious Regent Playnsey long Prisoner in Amiens Releast by Momfords bounty and your care Requests before these Prisoners be dismist This Switzar may be searcht for last night late I heard a Gentleman tell him in Dutch If he would bear a Letter to a Lord VVith whom Veleires had intelligence He should receive in hand ten Crowns in gold And 30 more when 't was deliver'd him Bed Who was it promis'd you so large reward Switz On frolick yonker Dat is de Scryven Ick Doeniit for-stow De secretarie to Van Here Velieres Bed He was the Secretary to the Governour Swiz Yaw yaw mine Here Bed Who were they sent unto Swiz To van Heren Montford dat is de grave van Callis ant van Guynes Dar is deen script deen Letters watt you see then Bed To Momford what should Veleires write to Momford Read Sr. Rob. Playnsey is this the plot for Momfords fall Y. Playn It is and be assured that down he shall Sr. Rob. Oh let me hugg thee thou hast won my heart Y. Playn Forbear lest the sharp eye of Jealousie See by this suddain Joy our Injury Sir Rob. When it breaks forth wee 'l seem to weep for grief Bed Lords take your places and Mr. Playnsey take your seat For in this business your desert is great See here 's a Letter sent from Amiens unto Momford Omnes How unto Momford Bed Yes and if this speak right Momford betray'd Guynes on Friday night And means to morrow ere the Sun be set To yield up Callis to the enemy Cap. West High Heaven for-send it gracious General I think there breaths not a more noble Spirit In any Souldiers breast than noble Momfords Y. Playn I 'le gage my life Lord Momford will be loyal Bed We would be loath to find him otherwise Enter Momford But here he comes himself his eyes bewray Sorrow as clowds fore-shew a stormy day Monf Better success betide my Noble Lords Than hath befaln the miserable Momford Bed What hath befaln thee Momf. Guynes Guynes is betray'd Bed And when must Callis be surrendered Momf. Never while Momford hath the charge of it Bed Yes if thou have the charge of it this night It must be yielded unto false Veleires Here 's a large promise of ten thousand Marks Your praise for Fridays work in yielding Guynes Know you this hand Oh that on silver hairs After much honour won in flowring Youth Should sit so huge a shame as on thine doth Momf. My Lord Lords all this is conspiracy Bed True conspiracy in thee for there he stands That should have brought that Letter to thy hands Momf. This fellow fled from Hance Beamart the Traitor The Walloon Captain that betray'd the Lanthorn And so by consequence the Fort of Guynes Bed Momford no more his free confession Hath purchased his pardon fellow stay Amongst our English and expect good pay Swiz Thank had mine Here lets Iacob gilt habben And Ick sall fight wid ten hunderd towsand Divels Exit Switz Momf. Shall such a one touch Momfords reputation Bed These Letters and the accidents succeeding Condemn thee and thou know'st by Law of Arms Thou merit'st death with more than common torture But thy exceeding vallour of•en tride Sets open Mercies gate whose gentle hand Leads thee from death but leaves thee banished From England and the Realms and Provinces Under protection of the English King Only thy Lands and Goods thou shalt enjoy And wheresoere from them be still maintain'd Momf. My gracious Lord Bed Thou find'st but too much grace Momf. Here me but speak Bed No more we must away To win by force the Town thou didst betray Exeunt Momf. Oh miserable miserable man Falls West Why do you faint why fall you on the ground Sir Rob. Cosen arise Manet Momford Sir Rob. Y. Playnsey and Cap. Westford Y. Playn Father you are my Father The Lady Elizabeth your noble Daughter Is my affied wife for her sake rise And stop this tide of woe that drowns your eyes Momf. Oh miserable miserable Man Dishonours-abject base reproaches scorn Why was mine age to this disaster born Cap. West Comfort your self let not condemn'd despair Add to your sorrow more than common care If you be just as I suppose you be Know Innocence ends not in misery Kings have had falls great Souldiers overthrown No riches in this earth is a mans own He strives he toyls with many pains he takes it In an age gets it in one hour forsakes it Enter Luce the Landeresse and 3 others Vitler Hee 's yonder yet hee 's
will answer what I have done Cap. West Not one word more Sir Enter old Strowd young Strowd and Swash Old Stro. I marry Sir why this is somewhat like Now art thou like thy self but stand aside Whos 's that Sir Robert hee 's as good's his word The Captain with him ah he promis't me To meet me single Sir Rob. Pacifie your self What I have done I 'le stand to pray forbear I 'le talk a word or two with Master Strowd What 's here his son how and his man too ha That 's more than promise Old Stro. Now Sir Robert Westford you are an early riser Sir Rob. My last nights promise waken'd me afore my hour Send hence your Son Old Stro. 'T is good I like you well send hence your Kinsman Yet 't is no matter I have a devise Shall rid them all God save you Captain Westford Thanks for your friendly company last night Cap. West I take your greetings kindly Mr. Strowd And with the tongue of love return it back With double intrest pray is not this your Son Old Stro. I cannot tell his Mother tells me so Cap. West I shall desire your more acquaintance Sir Y. Stro. I thank you Sir I am easier to be acquainted with all than to borrow mony on I thank my father but and it please you to drink a Cup of beer or ale and you 'le but walk 'ore the Green to the red lattice yonder I 'le bestow it on you Cap West Thanks Mr. Strowd pray walk to my Chamber I am desirons to impart my love Unto your kind acceptance Old Stro. Sir I thank you for him Please you to walk to Mile end with my Son And this good fellow I 'le but talk a word In secret here with Sir Robert Westford About Lord Momfords Lands and follow ye Capt. West At your good pleasure wilt please you walk Mr. Strowd Y. Stro. Pray lead the way I 'le follow you come hither Swash and it had pleas'd my Father I might a had as gallant apparell as he or another man but all 's one a dog has his day and I shall have mine too one day when the old man's dead I 'le make all flye then e'faith Exeunt Old Stro. So they are gone and now Sir Robert Westford Think of your last nights quarrel Sir Rob. Tut tut nee'r prate Old Stro. Thus I revenge my wrong Thus I defend The truth and reputation of my cause Sir Rob. O I am slain They fight and Sir Rob. falls Old Stro. Then Heaven receive thy Soul And pardon me thy Conscience can tell I never wish't unto thy Soul but well Ex. Strowd Enter Momford Momf. What pitious groan calls Momford from his Cell Whose this my Brother Westford what and slain Heaven thou art just he that last day for Gold Did sell my Daughter is himself now sold Into the hands of death Momford dissemble Daughter come forth and look about this Close I heard one groan Enter Bess Bess. And here 's a bloody Coarse Momf. Look if thou knowst it Bess. Oh 't is my Uncle Westford He that last day with his commanding breath Chid me out of his doors now breathless lies Intreating me to give his mingled body A homely entertainment in our Cell Heaven thou art just and dreadfull is thy judgement Momf. Glory not in his Fall but rather grieve That in his end thou canst him not relieve Let 's bear him in and if we can by Art Upon thy Foe we 'll work a friendly part For have he but the smallest sign of breath We 'll recall life and rescue him from Death But howsoe're the Body stayes with me Exeunt with the body Till Justice points him out that murder'd thee Enter old Strowd young Strowd and Swash Old Stro. Saddle my horse there Swash run Where 's my Son Y. Stro. At hand quoth Pick-purse what 's the matter with you trow Old Stro Good Son leave prating Swash where 's my horse I am undone go post to Chenford run to Mr. Glasscock Give him my Seal-ring desire him send me Where 's my horse I say the 100 pound he owes me where 's Captain Westford take heed he hear me not Lord how my heart pants in my bosome I have slain a man Swash Slain a man oh oh oh oh Y. Stro. Peace Swash do not cry so Swash No I do not cry I do but rore Old Stro. I had not the power to keep it longer Nor to take my horse till I confest it Enter Captain Westford and Officers Capt. West Lay hold on him and Mr. Strowd once more Confess thy guilt Old Stro. Why Sir I not deny Sir Robert Westford doing me much wrong Is by me slain Cap. West And you for this offence Shall be conducted safely unto Prison Till matters may be better thought upon Mean time your own confession is my warrant Y. Stro. My Father kill a man here 's a jest to mock an Ape withall what shall become of me now Swash hie thee to Chenford for the 100 pound and soon towards Evening I l'e meet thee at Ilford for fear of base Knaves I know not whom a man may trust when ones own Father does deceive 'em thus Ex. Swash Old Stro. Well Gentlemen I do obey the Law And yield my body Prisoner to the King Soon work what means ye can for my repreeve Till we may sue for pardon So adue my Son Heaven give thee grace such desperate bralls to shun Exeunt Y. Stro. Get a reprieval call you it I know no more how to go about it than I know how to build Pauls-steeple so I do not but I 'le go seek out a Gentleman one Franck Canby that served the Cardinall and try what he can do in it it 's an old saying in our Country it 's better to have a friend at Court than a peny in the purse it shall go hard but I 'le save my father from hanging that 's certain Ex. Musick ACT III. Enter Momford with Sir Rob. and Bess. Sir Rob. GOod Father gentle Maiden set me down My wound I fear will freshly bleed again I prethee let thy Daughter make a bed I fear my Death-bed good now send her in Momf. Daughter I pray go in and make the bed If we need help I 'le call you pray you begone Bess. It doth torment him to behold my sight Well Heaven forgive him and restore his health He did me more than wrong and if I see He be at point of death I 'le let him know That I am Momford's Childe he wronged so Exit Bess. Sir Rob. Father lend me thy hand now in Heaven's eye Swear to be secret till thou see me dead Or of this wound by the recovered Know first I am a Knight my Name is Westford My Wife was Sister to the Baron Momford Ready for a Hangman's will That Momford left his Daughter to my trust Which Daughter I have this day turned forth To seek her living and from her have kept Above ten
'll bid Swash swing in an Halter as his old Master did Enter old Momford lead in by Bess Momford Momf. Some good man bring me to an Officer It may be a blind wretch may save a subject Swash Master here 's a blind man come to see your father hang'd Y. Stro. How a blind man see him hang'd that were strange indeed Swash Old Playn What would that aged man and that fair Maid Swash I hope she comes to beg my old Master from the Gallows Y. Stro. No Swash She should have come in her Smock and then Swash It may be it is not clean Master Momf. I heard the people murmur near my house A little Cottage yonder on the Green That there was come an antient man to die For killing of a Knight last afternoon If it be so the Knight lives and no doubt Will be recovered of his dangerous wounds Glost. Where is he father Momf. Yonder in my Cottage Swash O brave Master he sayes the Knight 's in his God-piece Y. Stro. No in his Cottage man thou mistakest Momf. He nam'd himself but now and sent us forth To know the truth and he comes after us As well as his green wounds will give him leave Y. Stro. I marry Swash here 's a good old man and a goodly Mother brings news for the nonce I wo'd not for all the Bullocks in Norfolk th 'ad faln out that my father had faln off Glost. Let Strowd come down I hope Sir Robert lives And if he do believe me I 'le reprove This over rash proceedings for Strowd's death Old Playn May it please your grace 't was Sessions the last day Strowd granted he had kill'd him Judgement past And my Sons wife the Daughter to Sir Robert Hasten'd with tears the execution Enter Sir Robert Westford Swash Yonder he comes Master come you had like to made a fine piece of work here are you a Knight and can fight no better Sir Rob. Health to my gracious Lord the Duke of Gloster Glost. I am glad Sir Robert Westford of your health How do you feel your wounds Sir Rob. May it please your grace I hope they will do well This good old man and this fair-comming Maid Next under Heaven preserv'd me from death Glost. Be thankfull to them then and hear ye young Strowd Consider this poor man and that fair Maid Y. Stro. Consider her I consider well enough sirrah Swash methinks it is the prettiest Mother that ere man's eyes look't on Glost. Sir Walter Playnsey take Strowd to your house His pardon shall be sent you ere you dine So upon Sureties let him be discharg'd But hear you young Strowd see you find out Canbee Or at my hands never expect a favour Y. Stro. Yes my Lord I 'le find him or it shall go hard vesdiness Swash I am mightily smitten in love with yonder Mother and I ha not a swelling burning feavour in every member wo'd I might nere stir yonder 's Mr. Playnsey has all the talk with her and yet hee 's no Batchelar Swash Cannot you go and take her away from him I co'd do it my self Master Y. Stro. I le go to 'em I 'le try Goddeen to your Sir Swash Pish you are no body Master let me alone I have a device to get him away and then do you sease upon the Wench follow me Master Y. Stro. Oh brave Swash e'faith Enter a Messenger Glost. Now Sir your news Mess The haughty Cardinal Taking advantage of your being from home Hath with a crue of his Confederates Beset St. Iohnses and with all his force Assayls to wrong the Lady Ellenor And steal her forth the Castle Glost. Is' t possible that this proud Priest dares offer violence Unto my Troth-plight Ellenor Mess 'T is too true my Lord Glost. Where is he now Mess Rid to the Court my Lord Glost. And thither Gloster doth intend to fly As swift as quickest speed will give him leave Ex. Glost. Old Stro. Come Sir you 'll seek those Cozeners No doubt those copes-mates had my 100 pound And do you hear take your companion with you Go and seek them or for your own part never see my face But as for you that trust to every slave Wasting my goods nay jesting out my life By false repreeves and such base practises Walk pack sink swim pine perish look not on me Till you have found those that have Cony-catch't you Y. Stro. Heark hither Swash and it had not been for a blemish to the name of the Strowds wo'd we had made an end of this brawling at the Gallows and then thou should'st a seen whether I wo'd a kept such a coyl for a little pawltry loss or no I warrant thee he ha not the honesty to cast thee a Noble towards the healing of thy crack't Crown yet every one sayes he gave that ill-fac't knave the Hangman five or six pound Swash I that was to buy him a better face Mr. But give him good words you know the old man is kind enough Y. Stro. I as any Corssen creature hee 's won with a Apple and lost again with a nut but come Swash we 'll go seek out those Cony-catchers and ere I catch them I 'le make them pay soundly all for their roguery Exeunt young Strowd and Swash Old Playn Sir Robert will you shake hands with Mr. Strowd Sir Rob. Well he may have my hand but not my heart Srowd thou didst wound me yet thou didst it well No more I 'le think on 't till my dying day I 'le sit upon your skirts before I will Capt. West Oh Uncle have patience Sir Rob. You are an Agent for the Child of Momford I pray you Sir Walter Playnsey make good Bonds That Strowd abuse me not look to 't I pray Old Playn I warrant you Sir Robert I 'le be sure Of such security as you shall like Old Stro. Come Captain Westford you shall have the Deeds Concerning Momford's lands past unto you Cap. West I had rather Sir you kept them in your hand Old Stro. Well as you please yet walk with us I pray You brought me to the Gallows bring me back Father farewell farewell good gentle maid I 'le rest your Debtor till some other time But 't was Sir Robert's kindness to reveal his name Else Hangman you had had this home-spun suit But Heaven be thank't I keep it for my Son I hope to driue him from his silken humour Cap. West Come good Mr. Strowd will you go Old Stro. Gallows farewell Strowd's heart is blithe and bold Having escap'd thy danger being thus old Exeunt old Strowd Cap. Westford and old Playnsey Sir Rob. A plague of this blind slave and that base drab Else hadst thou hang'd ere I had been discover'd And on my tongue a mischief that reveal'd Our purpose in the plot of Momfords fall But I ha 't now I am resolv'd hear you Son Playnsey I pray you give that Maid a mark in gold And Father I must crave a word with
in love Both to his King and to fair Englands good Yet ere I set my hand to this new League Bewford if any undisgested wrong Lyes in thy swelling bosome freely speak 't And Gloster will as freely answer it But if thy Conscience be as clear from soyl Of hatefull treachery as Glosters is Give me thy hand and with thy hand thy heart Which Gloster will as charily regard As the best blood that 's chamber'd in his breast Card. On that Condition Bewford gives his hand And from his heart wipes off all forepass'd wrongs King Witness this League Lords and now Ant Ellanor Heaven give you joy both of our Uncles love And of this new born peace Now Uncle Gloster I desire to know The cause of Momford's treason and his fall Which he hath lately undergone in France Glost. His fall my Liege was great but his offence Little or none for by Velleires his means Who as a Prisoner now attends your Grace I have found out since Momford's banishment That all his accusations were false King Yet Guynes in which Lord Momford had a charge Was yeelded up by Treason Glost. True my Liege I have known Momford in my Brothers days Put in great trust yet never heard That he was found disloyal in his charge King And Uncle Gloster we have always had His honor'd age in reverent esteem We hear he had a Daughter where lives she Glost. Thrust out of all by one old Westford's means King Methinks 't is hard the Child should not enjoy The riches that the painfull Father left Good Uncle Gloster let it be your care To see old Momferd's Daughter have her right Enter Old Pl. But what grave man is that Glost. Sir Walter Playnsey The bosom friend unto exiled Momford King Sir Walter Playnsey by our Uncles leave I pray stand up methinks those reverent hairs Deserve a softer pillar than the ground I pray stand up and boldly speak your mind Old Playn My Soveraign Liege your Subject comes in love To let you know that divers Gentlemen On what presumption they themselves best know Have underta'en to prove in open field That the Lord Momford who late fell in France Was treacherously accus'd Glost. Why 't was your Son That first p•oduc'd his accusation Old Playn Your Grace will give me leave to clear my self For I was neither privy to that fact Nor speak in his excuse he is my Son But if in malice he hath wrong'd Lord Momford Let him have Justice and the Law take place King Are they resolv'd to try it out in fight Old Playn They are my Liege and only wait your pleasure King Even what our Uncle Gloster will set down We do assent to Glost. Herald fetch them in See them at all points arm'd Enter with Drum Sir Robert West young Playn Canbee and Hadland At the other Door old Momf. Cap. West Tom Srrowd and old Strowd and Bess. Glost. Who is the Plaintiff Momf. I my gracious Lord Glost. Reach him the Book and thereon take thine Oath That thou art neither drawn by bribes nor hate To undertake this Comba• 'T is enough Speak truth and nought but truth so help thee Heaven Momf. Pleaseth your Grace this in a word is all Sir Robert Westford and Mr. Playnsey there confest To a Blind-man in hearing of that Maid That Playnsey and himself did counterfeit The Letters that wrought Momfords banishment Glost. Give him the Book now answer on thine oath In thy defence Sir Rob. Then first my Liege 't is false Next hee 's a Felon and by force of arms Offer'd to rob these honest Gentlemen In the high way T. Stro. Then I can hold my tongue no longer it 's an arrant lye my Lord that 's the plain English on 't for I was by when Sir Robert Westford and Mr. Playnsey gave them 30l to murder the Blind-beggar his Brother and his Daughter and if I had not been they had been all kill'd too so had they King Fellows what do you say to this •an My Liege I cannot talk grant me the Combate and my Sword shall prove Iam a Souldier and my tongue nere knew the art of scolding Glost. Give him his will alarum to the fight King Stay for me thinks there is some difference Both in their years and their conditions And for we highly prize our Subject lives Good Uncle Gloster let them choose their weapons It may be a means to save their lives Glost. And hearten others in pursute of knowledge Herauld bring forth all sorts of weapons 'T is the King's pleasure that every man Make choice of those weapons he hath practis'd most Sir Robert chuse your weapon first Sir Rob. Thanks to my Liege the common fight of these same serving men is sword and dagger therefore I 'll chuse the sword and target they are unskilfull in I take the sword and target for my defence Momf. And my Liege because Sir Rob. Westford shall not think I 'll take any advantage I 'll answer him at his own weapons Kings 'T is well on to the next Y. Playn Come Captain Westford you have been in Spain And well are practis'd in the desperate fight of single Rapier Cap. West Playnsey I am pleas'd King So are not we the single Rapier is too desperate And therefore choose some other weapon Or we will have no Combat fought this day Y. Playn Backsword then and 't please your Grace King So we are pleas'd Can. Sirrah Iack methinks Sword and Bucklet's a safe fight Had. I 'll choose no other and I had a thousand lives Tom. Stro. I do take your bars of Iron and your Barn-doors and I do not bang 'em together like a couple of Cur-dogs I 'll nere be seen again King Sirrah thou fellow T. Stro. Anon. King What weapons wilt thou use T. Stro. Weapon me no weapons I can play at wasters as well as another man but all 's one for that give me but an ashen Gibbet in my hand and I do not dry-bang them both I 'll be bound to eat hay with a horse so will I. King An ashen-gibbet what dost thou mean by that T. Stro. What do I mean by it quoth ye I think you be sib to one of the London-Cockneys that ask't whether Hay-cocks were better meat broyl'd or rosted an ashen Plant a good Cudgell what sho'd I ca it King If there be such a weapon in the Court let one go fetch it him T. Stro. Nay I 'll make a page of my own age and fet it my self Swash bring out my blest Beggar there Enter Swash with an ashen-Gibbet Swash Yes Sir here 's your blest Beggar Master T. Stro. Look ye Sirs this is en it and I do not cudgell'em both with it I 'll give you leave to stick me up at the Court-gate for a Pissing-post so will I. King But two to one is oddes rather fight single T. Stro. No they know me well enough I have cudgelled them both afore now King Well if thou dare oppose
King Lady I do believe you Sir for did you look Into my State with an indifferent eye Or love me half so well as you make shew You would Old Playn Come come I know what you would say You think I am your Foe because I keep you From private conference with the Duke of Gloster And his proud Uncle the Lord Cardinal That divers times have practis'd sundry plots To steal you from my house Lady Your love 's but feign'd Because you say you love me for my living Old Playn I say my first love took first life from thence But since more dear familiarity Hath brought forth perfect and true shapen love I love you Lady and you are mine own Mine in possession and I do intend To make you mine by lawfull marriage Then blame me not if being all my joy And the high-prized Jewel of my heart I over-look you with a wary eye Lest Gloster or the Bastard Cardinal Should with their swelling Protestations Knock Cheat my fair meaning of thy hopefull love Enter a Serv. Serv. Sir here 's a Servant from the Duke of Gloster Hath brought you Letters Old Playn How Letters to me No thou mistak'st they come to Ellenor Enter Gloster disguised with a Letter Glost. My Lord and Master greets Sir Walter Playnsey Old Playn I do accept his honourable love With more than mean or ordinary care Reads He doth intreat me to come and speak with him About some certain Letters come from France Touching the present fortunes of my Son Lately tane Prisoner by the bloodie French He shall command far more than he intreats Knocks How now whose that which knocks Enter Serv. Serv. One of the Cardinals men Old Playn Bid him to come in Enter the Cardinal disguised with Letters Card. Sir Walter Playnsey From my Lord Cardinals grace of Winchester I greet thee well and charge thee without stay To come and answer such objections As may by him be laid unto thy charge Glost. Oh you should be his Sumner by your message Card. And if I do not take my marks amiss Thou shouldest be Glosters Skullion Glost. How ye Groom I am as good a man and better born Than up-start Bewford the base Cardinal Card. Sirrah wert not thou in presence of this Lady Whose love my Lord doth prize above his life I 'd scorn to take these braves at Glosters hands Much less at thine Madam know I am Bewford And for your love do undergo this scorn Lady Then for my love let all these quarrels cease For fear Sir Walter do discover you Glost. Hadst thou been Servant to the meanest man That breaths in England being legitimate I would have born with thee but thou to brave me Whose Master I esteem as basely on As on thy words I cannot put it up For Madam know that howsoere diguis'd My name is Gloster who holds scorn Lady No more If ever I had interest in your love Shew it in silence that 's the Cardinal Who comes diguis'd arm'd with some base resolve To get me hence by forein violence Glost. Is' t possible that this disguise should meer So just with mine Lady 'T is true he told me all Glost. Wo'd we were well rid of his company Lady Do you but send away Sir Walter Playnsey Let me alone to pack the Cardinal Both What do you say Sir Walter Old Playn There is some hidden secret in this message Which Playnsey sounds not but I 'll go to them both Glost. But Sir I hope you 'l go to Gloster first Card. And why to Gloster first Glost. 'Cause hee 's the betcer man Card. He lyes that sayes it Glost. Were the Cardinal Bewford himself apparell'd in thy cloaths Draw I 'd cross his pare for giving me the lye Old Playn Keep the Kings peace Sir Glost. Sir Walter so I will Yet the worst boy that feeds on Glosters beef Holds it high scorn to pocket up the lye At ere a Sumners hand that follows Bewford Card. Thou durst not speak this in another place Glost. Yes here or anywhere to Bewfords face Even to his teeth and I would thou wert he Card. Shall I be brav'd oh I could tear my flesh And eat his heart for this disparagement I fear he knows me and to work my shame He braves me thus before my Mrs. face But Bewford with a shower of patience Lay the rough wind of thy distemper'd thoughts For my vext Soul hath tane a solemn oath Nere to kiss comfort till I be reveng'd Old Playn Nay Gentlemen howsoever private brawls Have set your Lords and Masters at debate Let my intreats so much prevail with you As in my house to use no violence And so I pray rest pleas'd for ere I sleep I do intend to visit both my Lords Will 't please you to walk along for company Card. I would but I must stay an hour or two About some other business in the Town Glost. About my Love you mean but Cardinal Here 's one will do that business to your hand Old Playn Why then farewell to you both Exit old Playn Both A due Sir Walter Playnsey Lady A word with you my good Lord Cardinal Your Brothers man seems very quarrelsome And should you both stay there might grow some jars Which to prevent I would intreat your grace To walk before into the Spittle fields Whilst with good words I send away this Fellow Which done I 'll chuse my opportunity And in the absence of Sir Walter Playnsey Get out and meet you at the Orchard-gate And there conclude about some stratage me To make you Master of your own desires Card. Enough sweet Lady Sirrah Horse-courser I 'll course you one day for your Jadish tricks Glo. Jades a fit Title for an Asse like thee That canst not kick but bear all injury Manet Glo. Elle Come Madam now let 's go the Cardinals mad To lose thee thus then banish hence all fear Gloster is on thy side Exeunt Enter Canbee and Hadland and Cardinal Can. Sirrah Iack Had. What sayest thou Franck Can. How you base Rogue nere an M. under your Gidle have I preferr'd thee to my good Lord Cardinal here and am I no better than your homesome Franck Had. Canbee let me nere take purse again and I think not but thou and this Tom Tawny coat here gull me make me your cheat your gull your strowd your Norfolk Dumpling whom when you cheated him of his sattin-suite left naked bed to the mercy of his hostess Can. And I damb thee not for thy unbelief Call Canbee Coward think'st thou I wo'd have lost this evenings work but for my Noble my Princely Lord Cardinal no Had. That 's some reason indeed but Prince and Cardinal if thou be Iack-Hadland swears by the bawl'd Crown of King Carnifax the meeting thy greatness this evening has dampnified our receipts at least six purses Card. Be what you will be both only be resolute In any quarrel against Glosters men And on mine honour I