silly asse Doth he not say to euery guest that comes This same is Warman that was once my steward War And what of that Pri. I st not as much to say Why here he stands that once did mee betray Don. Did hee not bring a troope to grace himselfe Like Captiues waiting on a conquerours chaire And calling of them out by one and one Presented them like fairings to the king Pri. O I there was a rare inuention A plague vpon the foole I hate him worse for that than all the rest War Why should you hate him why should you or you Enuie this noble Lord thus as you doe Don. Nay rather why dost thou not ioyne in hate With vs that lately liu'dst like vs in wealthy state Remember this remember foolish man How thou hast bene the Shrieue of Notingham Pri. Cry to thy thoughts let this thought neuer cease I haue bene Iustice of my Soueraignes peace Lord of faire liuings men with cap and knee In liueries waited howerly on mee Don. And when thou thinkst thou hast bene such such Thinke then what t is to be a mate to Much To runne when Robin bids come at his call Be mistresse Marians man Pri. Nay thinke withall War What shall I thinke but thinke vpon my need When men fed dogs and me they would not feede When I despaird through want and sought to die My pitious master of his charitie Forgaue my fault relieu'd and saued mee This doe I thinke vpon and you should thinke If you had hope of soules saluation First Prior that he is of thy flesh and bloode That thou art vnkle vnto Robin Hoode That by extortion thou didst get his lands God and I know how it came to thy hands Now thou pursu'dst him in his misery And how heauen plagu'd thy hearts extreamitie Thinke Doncaster when hired by this Prior Thou cam'st to take my master with the Frier And wert thy selfe tane how he set thee free Gaue thee an hundred pound to comfort thee And both bethinke yee how but yesterday Wounded and naked in the fielde you lay How with his owne hand he did raise your heads Powrd balme into your wounds your bodies fed Watcht when yee slept wept when he sawe your woe Don. Stay Warman stay I graunt that he did so And you turnd honest haue forsworne the villaine War Euen from my soule I villany defie Pri. A blessed hower a fit time now to die Don. And you shall Conscience Stab him he fals War O forgiue mee God And saue my master from their bloodie hands Pri. What hast thou made him sure Don Its deade sure he is dead if that be sure Pri. Then let vs thrust the dagger in his hand And when the next comes cry he kild himselfe Don. That must be now yonder comes Robin Hood No life in him Pri. No no not any life Three mortall wounds haue let in piercing ayre And at their gaps his life is cleane let out Rob. Who is it vncle that you so bemone Pri. Warman good nephew whom sir Doncaster I Found freshly bleeding as he now doth lye You were scarce gone when he did stab himselfe Ro. O God he in his own hand houlds his own harts hurt I dreaded too much his distressed looke Belike the wretch despaird and slewe himselfe Don. Nay that 's most sure yet he had little reason Considering how well you vsed him Rob. Well I am sorie but must not be sad Because the King is comming to my bower Helpe mee I pray thee to remooue his bodie Least he should come and see him murdered Sometime anone he shall be buried Exit Pri. Good all is good this is as I desire Now for a face of pure hypocrisie Sweete murder cloath thee in religious weedes Raigne in my bosome that with helpe of thee I may effect this Robins Tragedie ¶ Enter Robin Doncaster Do. Nay nay you must not take this thing so heauily Rob. A bodies losse sir Doncaster is much But a soule 's too is more to be bemon'd Pri. Truly I wonder at your vertuous minde O God to one so kinde who 'ud be vnkinde Let goe this griefe now must you put on ioy And for the many fauours I haue found So much exceeding all conceipt of mine Unto your cheere I le adde a pretious drinke Of colour rich and red sent mee from Rome There 's in it Moly Syrian Balsamum Golds rich Elixer O t is pretious Rob. Where is it vncle Pri. As yesterday Sir Doncaster and I rid on our way Theeues did beset vs bound vs as you saw And among other things did take from mee This rich confection but regardlesly As common drinke they cast into a bush The bottle which this day sir Doncaster Fetcht and hath left it in the inner lodging I tell you cosin I doe loue you well A pint of this ransomde the Sophies sonne When he was taken in Natolia I meant indeede to giue it my liege Lord In hope to haue his fauour but to you I put my selfe be my good friend And in your owne restoring mee restore Rob. Unkle I will you neede vrge that no more But what 's the vertues of this pretious drinke Pri. It keepes fresh youth restores diseased sight Helps natures weakenesse smothes the scars of woūds And cooles the intrals with a balmie breath When they by thirst or trauell boyle with heate Rob. Unkle I thanke you pray you let me haue A cuppe prepared gainst the king comes in To coole his heate my selfe will giue it him Pri. And when he drinkes be bold to say he drinkes A richer draught than that dissolued pearle Which Cleopatra dranke to Antonie Rob. I haue much businesse let it be your charge To make this rich draught readie for the King And I will quit it pray yee doe not faile Exit Pri. I warrant you good Nephew Don. Better and better still We thought before but to haue poysond him And now shall Robin Hoode destroy the king Euen when the King the Queene the Prince the Lords Ioy in his vertues this supposed vice Will turne to sharpe hate their exceeding loue Pri. Ha ha ha I cannot chuse but laugh To see my cosin cosend in this sort Faile him quoth you nay hang mee if I doe But Doncaster art sure the poysons are well mixt Don. Tut tut let me alone for poysoning I haue alreadie turnd ore foure or fiue That angerd mee But tell mee Prior Wherefore so deadly dost thou hate thy cosin Pri. Shall I be plaine Because if he were deade I should be made the Earle of Huntington Don. A prettie cause But thou a church-man art Pri. Cut man if that would fall I le haue a dispensation and turne temporall But tell mee Doncaster why dost thou hate him Don. By the Masse I cannot tel O yes now I ha 't I hate thy cousin Earle of Huntington Because so many loue him as there doe And I my selfe am loued of so fewe Nay I haue other reasons for
at all will smite He shall he must I and bi r Lady may Commaund me to giue ouer holy day And set wide open what you would not see Ki. Why stand ye Lords and see this traitour pearcht Upon our Castles battlements so proude Come downe young Bruse set ope the castle gates Unto thy soueraigne let thy knee be bow'd And mercie shall be giuen to thee and thine Br. O miserable thing Comes mercie from the mouth of Iohn our king Why then belike hell will be pittifull I will not ope the gates the gate I will The gate where thy shame and my sorrowe fits See my dead mother and her famisht sonne Open thy tyrants eyes for to the world I will lay open thy fell cruelties K. We heard indeed thy mother and her sonne In prison dyed by wilfull famishment Br. Sinne doubled vpon sin Slaunderst thou the dead Unwilling willingnesse it shall appeare By then I haue produc't as I will doe The iust presumptions gainst your vniust act K. Assaile the castle Lords Alarum drums And drown this scrietchowls cryes with your deep sounds Lest. I tell thée drummer if thy drum thou smite By heauen I le send thy soule to hels darke night Hence with thy drum gods passion get thee hence Be gone I say moue not my patience Exit drum K. Are you aduised Lester what you doe Lest. I am aduised for my Soueraigne knowe Ther 's not a Lord here will lift vp his arme Against the person of you noble youth Till you haue heard the circumstantiall truth By good presumptions touching this foule deede Therefore goe on young Bruse proceede retell The allegation that puts in this doubt Whether thy mother through her wilfulnesse Famisht her selfe and her sweete sonne or no Br. Unlikely supposition nature first denies That any mother when her young ling cryes If she haue meanes is so vnnaturall To let it faint and starue But we will prooue She had no meanes except this monefull meane This torture of her selfe Come forth come forth Sir William Blunt whome slaunder saies I slewe Come tell the king and Lords what you know true King Thou hast betraid our Castle Blunt No God can tell it was surpriz'd by politicke report And affirmation that your Grace was slaine Rich. Good sir William Blunt Passe briefely to the Ladies famishment Bl. About some ten daies since there came one Brand Bringing a signet from my Lord the king And this commission signed with his hand Lords looke and reade the thing Commaunding me as the contents expresse That I should presently deliuer vp The Ladie Bruse and her young sonne to him Mow. What time a day was this Bl. It was Lord Mowbray somewhat past eleauen For we were euen then sitting downe to dine Lest. But did yee dine Bl. The Ladie and her sonne did not Brand would not stay Bru. No Lester no for here is no such signe Of any meats digesture Rich. But by the way Tell vs I pray you Blunt While she remained with you was she distraught With griefe or any other passions violent Blu. She now and then would weepe often pray For reconcilement twixt the king and Lords Chest. How to her sonne did she affected stand Blu. Affection could not any more affect Nor might a mother shewe more mothers loue Mowb. How to my Lord the king Bl. O my Lord God! I neuer knewe a subiect loue king more She neuer would blin telling how his Grace Sau'd her young sonne from souldiers from fire How faire he spake gaue her her sonne to keepe And then poore Ladie she would kisse her boy Pray for the king so hearty earnestly That in pure zeale she wept most bitterly K. I weepe for her and doe by heauen protest I honour'd Bruses wife How ere that slaue Rudely effected what I rashly wild Yet when he came againe and I bethought What bitter pennance I had put them to For my conceiu'd displeasure gainst old Bruse I had the villaine poste and beare them meat Which he excus'd protesting pittie mou'd him To leaue wine bread and other poudred meate More than they twaine could in a fortnight eate Blu. Indeede this can I witnesse with the king Which argues in that point his innocence Brand did beare in a months prouision But lockt it like a villaine farre from them And lockt them in a place where no mans eare Might heare their lamentable wofull moues For all the issue both of vent and light Came from a loouer at the towers toppe Till now Lord Bruse made open this wide gappe Br. Had I not reason thinke you to make wide The windowe that should let so much woe forth Where sits my mother martyrde by her selfe Hoping to saue her childe from martyrdome Where stands my brother martyrd by himselfe Because he would not taste his mothers bloud For thus I gather this my mothers teeth and chin Are bloudy with the sauage cookery Which her soft heart through pittie of her sonne Respectlesse made her practise on her selfe And her right hand with offring it the child Is with her owne pure bloud staind and defilde My little brothers lips and chin alone Are tainted with the bloud but his eauen teeth Like orient pearle or snowe-white yuory Haue not one touch of bloud one little spot Which is an argument the boy would not Once stir his lips to taste that bloudy foode Our cruell gentle mother ministred But as it seem'd for see his prettie Palme is bloody too he cast it on the ground For on this side these blessed reliques lye By famines rage diuided from this shrine Sad wofull mother in Ierusalem Who when thy sonne and thou didst faint for foode Buryed his sweete flesh in thy hungry wombe How mercilesse wert thou if we compare Thy fact and this For my poore Ladie mother Did kill her selfe to saue my dying brother And thou vngentle sonne of Miriam Why didst thou beg life when thy mother lackt My little brother George did nobly act A more couragious part he would not eat Nor beg to liue it seem'd he did not cry Fewe teares stand on his cheeke smooth is each eye But when he sawe my mother bent to die He dyed with her O childish valiancie Kin. Good Bruse haue done my heart can not containe The griefe it holds my eyes must shoure down raine Lest. Which showers are euen as good As raine in haruest or a swelling floode When neighbouring medowes lack the mowers sithe ¶ A march for buriall with drum and fife Enter Oxford Matilda borne with Nuns one carrying a white pendant These words writ in golde Amoris Castitatis Honoris honos The Queene following the Biere carrying a Garland of flowers set it in the midst of the Stage Rich. List Lester hearst thou not a mournfull march Lest. Yes Richmond and it seemeth old de Vere Ox. Lords by your leaue is not our soueraign here K. Yes good old Awbury Ox. Ah my gratious Lord That you so much your high
my hate Hee is a foole and will be reconcilde To anie foe hee hath he is too milde Too honest for this world fitter for heauen Hee will not kill these greedie cormorants Nor strippe base pesants of the wealth they haue He does abuse a thieues name and an outlawes And is indeede no outlawe nor no theefe He is vnworthy of such reuerent names Besides he keepes a paltry whinling girle And will not bed forsooth before he bride I le stand too 't he abuses maidenhead That will not take it being offered Hinders the common wealth of able men Another thing I hate him for againe He saies his praiers fasts eues giues alms does good For these and such like crimes sweares Doncaster To worke the speedie death of Robin Hoode Pri, Well said yfaith Harke hark the king returns To doe this deede my heart like fuel burns Exeunt SCEANE IIII ¶ Winde hornes Enter King Queene Iohn Fitzwater Ely Chester Salsbury Lester little Iohn Frier Tuck Scarlet Scathlocke and Much Frier Tuck carrying a Stags head dauncing King Gramercy Frier for thy glee Thou greatly hast contented mee What with thy sporting and thy game I sweare I highly pleased am Fri. It was my masters whole desire That maiden yeoman swaine and frier Their arts and wits should all apply For pleasure of your Maiestie Qu. Some Richard looke I pray you on the ring That was about the necke of the last stagge Chest. Was his name Scarlet that shot off his necke Iohn Chester it was this honest fellow Scarlet This is the fellowe and a yeoman bold As euer courst the swift Hart on the molde King Frier here 's somewhat grau'd vpon the Ring I pray thee reade it Meane while list to mee This while most compassing the Frier about the Ring Scarlet and Scathlock you bold bretheren Twelue pence a day I giue each for his fee And hence forth see yee liue like honest men Both We will my Liege else-let vs dye the death Much A boone a boone vpon my knee Good king Richard I begge of thee For indeede sir the troth is Much is my father and hee is one of your tenants in Kings Mill at Wakefield all on a greene O there dwelleth a iolly pinder at Wakefield all on a greene Now I would haue you if you wil doe so much for mee to set mee forward in the way of marriage to Iinny the mill would not be cast away vpon vs King Much be thou euer master of that mill I giue it thee for thine inheritance Much Thanks pretious Prince of curtesie I le to Inny and tell her of my lands yfaith Exit Ioh. Here Frier here here it begins Fri. read When Harold hare-foote raigned king About my necke he put this ring King In Harolds time more than a hundred yeare Hath this ring bene about this newe slaine Deere I am sory now it dyde but let the same Head ring and all be sent to Notingham And in the Castle kept for monuments Fitz. My Liege I heard an olde tale long agoe That Harold being Goodwins sonne of Kent When he had got faire Englands gouernment Hunted for pleasure once within this wood And singled out a faire and stately Stagge Which foote to foote the king in running caught And sure this was the Stagge King It was no doubt Chest. But some my Lord affirme That Iulius Caesar many yeares before Tooke such a Stag and such a Poesie writ King It should not be in Iulius Caesars time There was no English vsed in this Land Untill the Saxons came and this is writ In Saxon characters Ioh. Well 't was a goodly beast ¶ Enter Robin Hoode King How now earle Robert Fri, A forfet a forfet my liege Lord My masters lawes are on record The Court-roll here your Grace may see King I pray thee Frier read them mee Fri. One shall suffice and this is hee No man that commeth in this wod To feast or dwell with Robin Hood Shall call him Earle Lord Knight or Squire He no such titles doth desire But Robin Hood plaine Robin Hoode That honest yeoman stout and good On paine of forfetting a marke That must be paid to mee his Clarke My liege my liege this lawe you broke Almost in the last word you spoke That crime may not acquited bee Till Frier Tuck receiue his fee Casts him purse King There 's more than twenty marks mad Frier Fri. If thus you pay the Clarke his hire Oft may you forfet I desire You are a perfect penitent And well you doe your wrong repent For this your Highnesse liberall gift I here absolue you without shrift King Gramercies Frier Now Robin Hood Sith Robin Hood it needes must bee I was about to aske before If thou didst see the great Stags fall Rob. I did my Lord I sawe it all But missing this same prating Frier And hearing you so much desire To haue the lozels companie I went to seeke Small honestie Fri. But you found much when you found mee Rob. I Much my man but not a iot Of honestie in thee God wot Qu. Robin you doe abuse the Frier Fri. Madam I dare not call him lyer He may be bold with mee he knowes How now Prince Iohn how goes how goes This wod-mans life with you to day My fellow Wodnet you would bee Ioh. I am thy fellowe thou dost see And to be plaine as God me saue So well I like thee merry knaue That I thy company must haue Nay and I will Fri. Nay and you shall Rob. My Lord you neede not feare at all But you shall haue his company He will be bold I warrant you King Know you where ere a spring is nie Faine would I drink I am right dry Rob. I haue a drinke within my bower Of pleasing taste and soueraigne power My reuerend vncle giues it mee To giue vnto your Maiestie King I would be loath indeede being in heate To drinke cold water Let vs to thy bower Ro. Runne Frier before bid my vnkle be in readines Fr. Gon with a trice on such good businesse Exeūt omnes SCEANE V. ¶ Enter Marian with a white apron Mar. What Much What Iinny Much I say Much What 's the matter mistresse Mar. I pray thee see the fueller Suffer the cooke to want no wodde Good Lord where is this idle girle Why Iinny Within I come forsooth Mar. I pray thee bring the flowers forth Much I le goe send her mistres and help the cookes if they haue any neede Exit Much Mar. Dispatch good Much What Iin I say ¶ Enter linny Much Hie yee hie yee she cals for life Mar. Indeede indeede you doe me wrong To let me cry and call so long Iin. Forsooth I strawed the dining bowers And smoth'd the walkes with hearbes flowers The yeomens tables I haue spred Drest salts laid trenchers set on bread Nay all is well I warrant you Mar. You are not well I promise you Your foresleeues are not pind fie fie And all your
wretch Let him be hangd aliue in the high way that ioyneth to the power Don. Aliue or deade I reck not how I die You them and these I desperately defie Ely Repent or neuer looke to be absolu'd But die accurst as thou deseruest well Don. Then giue me my desert curse one by one Ely First I accurse thee and if thou persist Unto damnation leaue thee wretched man Don. What doe I care for your damnation Am I not doom'd to death what more damnation Can there insue your loud and yelling cryes Pri. Yes diuell heare thy fellowe spirit speake Who would repent O faine he would repent After this bodies bitter punishment There is an euer-during endlesse woe A quenchlesse fire an vnconsuming paine Which desperate soules and bodies must indure Don. Can you preach this yet set me on sir Prior To runne into this endlesse quenchlesse fier Pri. High heauens shewe mercie to my many ils Neuer had this bene done but like a fiend Thou temptedst me with ceaselesse diuelish thoughts Therefore I curse with bitternesse of soule The hower wherein I saw thy balefull eyes My eyes I curse for looking on those eyes My eares I curse for harkning to thy tongue I curse thy tongue for tempting of myne eares Each part I curse that wee call thine or mine Thine for enticing mine mine following thine Don. A holy prayer what Collect haue we next This time Robin stirres Fitz. My Marian wanteth words such is her woe But old Fitzwater for his girle and him Begs nothing but worlds plague for such a foe Which causelesse harmd a vertuous noble man A pitier of his griefes when he felt griefe Therefore be thee of thy hatefull deede Thou faithlesse Prior and thou this ruthlesse theefe Pri. Will no man curse me giuing so much cause Then Doncaster our selues our selues accurse And let no good betide to thee or mee All the yeomen Frier Much Iinny cry All Amen amen accursed may ye bee For murdring Robin flower of curtesie Robin sits vp Rob. O ring not such a peale for Robins death Let sweete forgiuenesse be my passing bell Art thou there Marian then fly forth my breath To die with in thy armes contents me well Pri. Keepe in keepe in a little while thy soule Till I haue powr'd my soule forth at thy feete Rob. I slept not vnkle I your griefe did heare Let him forgiue your soule that bought it deare Your bodies deede I in my death forgiue And humbly begge the king that you may liue Stand to your Cleargie vnkle saue your life And lead a better life than you haue done Pri. O gentle Nephew ah my brothers sonne Thou dying glory of old Huntington Wishest thou life to such a murdrous foe I will not liue sith thou must life for goe Oh happie Warman blessed in thy end Now too too late thy truth I doe commend O Nephew Nephew Doncaster and I Murdred poore Warman for he did denie To ioyne with vs in this blacke tragedy Rob. Alas poore Warman Frier little Iohn I told ye both where Warmans bodie lay And of his buriall I le dispose anone King Is there no lawe Lord Ely to conuict This Prior that confesseth murders thus Ely He is a hallowed man and must be tried Aud punisht by the censure of the Church Pri. The Church therein doth erre God doth allowe No Canon to preserue a murderers life Richard king Richard in thy Grandsires daies A law was made the Cleargie sworne thereto That whatsoeuer Church-man did commit Treason or murder or false felonie Should like a seculer be punished Treason we did for sure we did intend King Richards poisoning Soueraigne of this land Murder we did in working Warmans end And my deare Nephewes by this fatall hand And theft we did for we haue robd the king The State the Nobles Commons and his men Of a true Peere firme Piller liberall Lord Fitzwater we haue robd of a kinde sonne And Marians loue-ioyes we haue quite vndoone Don. Whoppe what a coyle is here with your confession Pri. I aske but iudgement for my foule transgression King Thy own mouth hath condemned thee Hence with him Hang this man dead then see him buried But let the other hang aliue in chaines Don. I thanke you sir Exeunt yeomen Frier prisoners Much Ioh. My selfe will goe my Lord And see sharpe Iustice done vpon these slaues Rob. O goe not hence Prince Iohn a word or two Before I die I faine would say to you King Robin wee see what we are sad to see Death like a champion treading downe thy life Yet in thy end somwhat to comfort thee Wee freely giue to thy betrothed wife Beautious and chast Matilda all those lands Falne by thy folly to the Priors hands And by his fault now forfetted to mee Earle Huntington she shall thy Countesse bee And thy wight yeomen they shall wend with mee Against the faithlesse enemies of Christ Rob. Bring forth a Beere and couer if with greene A Beere is brought in That on my death-bed I may here sit downe Beere brought he sits At Robins buriall let no blacke be seene Let no hand giue for him a mourning gowne For in his death his king hath giuen him life By this large gift giuen to his maiden wife Chaist maid Matilda Countesse of account Chase with thy bright eyes all these clouds of woe From these faire cheekes I pray thee sweete do so Thinke it is bootelesse folly to complaine For that which neuer can be had againe Queene Elianor you once were Matilds foe Prince Iohn you long sought her vnlawfull loue Let dying Robin Hood intreat you both To change those passions Madame turne your hate To princely loue Prince Iohn conuert your loue To vertuous passions chast and moderate O that your gratious right hands would infolde Matildas right hand prisoned in my palme And sweare to doe what Robin Hood desires Qu. I sweare I will I will a mother be To faire Matildas life and chastitie Ioh. When Iohn solicites chast Matildaes eares With lawlesse sutes as he hath often done Or offers to the altars of her eyes Lasciuious Poems stuft with vanities He craues to see but short and sower daies His death be like to Robins he desires His periur'd body proue a poysoned prey For cowled Monkes and barefoote begging Friers Rob. Inough inough Fitzwater take your child My dying frost which no sunnes heat can thawe Closes the powers of all my outward parts My freezing blood runnes backe vnto my heart Where it assists death which it would resist Only my loue a little hinders death For he beholds her eyes and cannot smite Then goe not yet Matilda stay a while Frier make speede and lift my latest will Mat. O let mee looke for euer in thy eyes And lay my warme breath to thy bloodlesse lips If my sight can restraine deaths tyrannies Or keepe liues breath within thy bosome lockt Rob. Away away Forbeare my loue all this is but delay Fitz. Come maiden daughter from
goe we haue good pledges though wee see but one The other we are sure will come anone Mow. I doe aduise you for your owne discharge Deliuer vp your sonne vnto the king King Nay let her chuse Come hither Mowbray The king and Mowbray whisper HU. The king is angry Ladie Bruse aduise you L. Br. What be aduis'd by thee to haue my louing kinde and prettie boy giuen to an vnkinde killer of sweete boyes Ch. Madame go too take counsell of your friends I warrant you the king will vse him well L. B. I as he vs'd his Nephewe Arthur Chester God blesse my childe from being vsed so MOW. Sir Hubert what are all the people voided The horses and the cattle turned forth Hu. Mowbray they be Mow. Then will I doe the kings commaundement L. B. What will he doe good lord what will he doe Mowbray I pray you what i st you will doe MO. Why fire the Castle L. B. The Castle Mowbray tarry tarry man Hold me not Chester gentle Mowbray stay Good Hubert let me goe To lead a many able men to fight And modest looking maid I see you too And vnfit sight to viewe virginitie Guarded with other souldiers than good praiers But you will say the king occasions it Say what you will no king but would take cause Of iust offence yield you young Bruse your mother is in holde Yield you young maid your father is in holde Ma. Will the Queene keepe me from the lustfull king Then will I yield Qu. A plague vpon this counterfaiting queane Mat. Gods blessed mercy will you still be mad And wrong a noble virgine with vile speach Ox. Let me alone Matilda maiden faire Thou virgine spouse true Huntingtons iust heire Wilt thou come hither and I doe protest The Queene and I to mitigate this warre Will doe what thou wouldest haue Ma. I come Br. You shall not goe sound drums to warre Ox. Alack alack for woe well God for vs sith it will needes be so Alarum fight stay Ox. What stay you for Br. Matildaes cryes doe stay vs Mat. Oxford I come in hope of thy defence Br. First will I die ere you shall yield your selfe To any coward Lord that serues the King Ox. Coward proud boy thou findest me no such beast And thou shalt rue in earnest this rude iest Fight againe Matilda taken led by the haire by two Souldiers Ox. Rude hands how hale you vertuous honour forth You doe not well away now by my faith Yee doe not well I say Take her faire Queene vse her as she deserues Shee s faire shee s noble chast and debonaire I must according to due course of warre See that our souldiers scatter not too fare Least what care wonne our negligence mray loose Exit Qu. Is this the Helen this the Paragon That makes the English Ilinnus flame so fast Mat. I am not she you see I am not shee I am not rauisht yet as Helen was I know not what will come of Iohns desire That rages like the sea that burnes like fire Qu. Plaine Iohn proud Ione I le teare your painted face thus thus I le vse you Enter Oxford Ma. Doe doe what you will Ox. How goes this geere ha foule fall so foule a deed Poore chast childe of Fitzwater dost thou bleede By Gods blest mother this is more than neede And more I tell you true than I would beare Were not the danger of the campe so neere Enter a messenger Mess. My Lord the foes haue gathered head Lord Bruse the father ioyneth with the sonne Ox. Why here 's the matter we must spend our time To keepe your nailes from scratching innocence Which should haue beene bestowed for our defence What shall we now doe helpe me holy God The foe is come and we are out of ranke Skirmish Queene taken Matilda rescued Enter olde Bruse wounded led by his sonne and Lester Br. Is the field ours Young B. I thanks to noble Lester Br. Giue God thanks sonne be carefull to thy mother Commend me to Fitzwater loue thy brother If either armes or praiers may him recouer Fals down Lest. How cheeres old Bruse Br. His soule to ioy is fled His griefe is in my bosome buried Lest. His life was dearely bought For my eyes sawe A shambles of dead men about his feete Sent by his sword vnto eternall shade With honour bury him cease teares good Bruse Br. Teares helpe not I confesse yet must I weepe Souldiers your helpe to beare him to my tent Exeunt cum Bruse Ma. Be comforted great Queene forget my wrongs It was my fortune and no fault of yours Qu. Is she thus milde or doth she mock my chance Lest. Queene Elianor are you a prisoner See what it is to be a souldier But what foule hand hath harm'd Matildaes faire Speake honourable maid who tore thy haire Did Oxford or the Queene this violence Ma. Ungentle groomes first tooke and sore me thus From whom old Oxford chastising their wrong Mest kindly brought mee to this gentle Queene Who laid her soft hand on my bleeding cheekes Gaue kisses to my lips wept for my woe And was deuising how to send me backe Euen when your last alarum frighted vs And by her kindnesse fell into your hands Lest. Which kindnesse we returne Madame be free Souldiers conduct the Queene whether she please Qu. Farewell Matilda if I liue beleeue I will remember this O how I grieue That I should wrong so innocent a maid Come Ladie old Fitzwater is not farre He le weepe to see these scarres full well I knowe Ma Would I were from this wofull world of warre Sure I will scape and to some Nunry goe Exeunt Enter king Oxford Hubert K. Had you her then had you her in your power Ox. I marry had we we had taken her K. O had she beene in mine Not all earths power from my power should haue freed her Ox. You are a king and high are Princes thoughts It may be with your sight you could haue chac't An host of armed men it may be so But we your subiects did the best we could Yet Bruse the father backing Bruse the sonne Scattred our troopes brought rescue to Matilda And tooke your peerelesse Queene their prisoner K. On all the race of Bruses for this wrong I will haue vengeance Hubert call in Brand Exit Hu. My Lord of Oxford giue vs leaue a while to be alone Ox. I will my liege but be you comforted The Queene will be recouer'd doe not feare As well as ere she was K. Oxford for beare I pray Ox. Yet for the wrong she did vnto Matilda I feare I feare Exit K. The father and the sonne did rescue her The mother and the sonne shall rue the deede So it shall be I am resolu'd thereon Matilda my soules foode those haue bereft And these of bodies foode I will bereaue Enter Hubert Brand K. Will Brand Brand Your Maiestie Make legs K. Lesse of your curtsie Hubert stand aside Poast spedily