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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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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
Katherine in her richest attyre Iane and attendants Oxf: Great Sir be pleas'd With your accustomed grace to entertaine The Princesse Katherine Gourdon K. H Oxford herein Wee must beshrew thy knowledge of our nature A Ladie of her birth and vertues could not Haue found Vs so vnfurnisht of good manners As not on notice given to haue mett her Halfe way in poynt of Loue Excuse fayre Cosen The oversight ô fye you may not kneele 'T is most vnfitting first vouchsafe this welcome A welcome to your owne for you shall finde Vs But guardian to your fortune and your honours Kath: My fortunes and mine honors are weake champions As both are now befriended Sir however Both bow before your clemencie K: H Our armes Shall circle them from malice 'A sweete Ladie Beautie incomparable Here liues Majestie At league with Loue Kath: O Sir I haue a husband K: H Wee 'le proue your father husband friend and servant Proue what you wish to graunt vs Lords be carefull A Pattent presently be drawne for issuing A thousand pounds from our Exchequer yearely During our Cosens life our Queene shall be Your chiefe companion our owne Court your Home Our Subjects all your servants Kath: But my husband K: H By all descriptions you are noble Daliell Whose generous truth hath fam'd a rare observance Wee thanke 'ee 't is a goodnesse giues addition To every title boasted from your Auncestrie In all most worthy Daliell Worthier then your prayses Right princely Sir I neede not glorie in K: H Embrace him Lords who ever calls you Mistresse Is lifted in our charge a goodlier beautie Mine eyes yet neere incountred Kath: Cruell misery Of fate what rests to hope for K: H Forward Lords To London fayre ere long I shall present 'ee Exeunt omnes With a glad object peace and Hunleys blessing Enter Constable and Officers Warbeck Vrswick and Lambert Simnell like a Falconer A payre of Stocks Const Make roome there keepe off I require 'ee and none come within twelue foote of his Majesties new Stockes vpon paine of displeasure Bring forward the Malefactors Friend you must to this geere no remedie open the hole and in with his legges just in the middle hole there that hole keepe off or I le commit you all Shall not a man in authoritie be obeyed So so there 't is as it should be put on the padlocke and giue me the key off I say keepe off Vrsw: Yet Warbecke cleere thy Conscience thou hast tasted King Henries mercie liberallie the Law Ha's forfeited thy life an equall Iurie Haue doom'd thee to the Gallowes twise most wickedly Most desperately hast thou escapt the Tower Inveighling to thy partie with thy witch-craft Young Edward Earle of Warwicke sonne to Clarence Whose head must pay the price of that attempt Poore Gentleman vnhappie in his fate And ruin'd by thy cunning so a Mungrell May plucke the true Stagge downe yet yet confesse Thy parentage for yet the King ha's mercy Lamb: You would be Dicke the fourth very likely Your pedigree is publisht you are knowne For Osbecks sonne of Turney a loose runnagate A Landloper your Father was a Iewe Turn'd Christian meerely to repayre his miseries Where 's now your Kingship Warb: Bayted to my death Intollerable crueltie I laugh at The Duke of Richmonds practise on my fortunes Possession of a Crowne ne're wanted Heraulds Lamb: You will not know who I am Vrs: Lambert Simnell Your predecessor in a daungerous vproare But on submission not alone receiu'd To grace but by the King vouchsaft his service Lamb: I would be Eare of Warwicke toyld and ruffled Against my Maister leapt to catch the Moone Vaunted my name Plantaginet as you doe An Earle forsooth When as in truth I was As you are a meere Rascall yet his Majestie A Prince compos'd of sweetnes Heaven protect him Forgaue mee all my villanies repriv'd The sentence of a shamefull end admitted My suretie of obedience to his service And I am now his Falkoner liue plenteously Eate from the Kings purse and enjoy the sweetnesse Of libertie and favour sleepe securely And is not this now better then to buffett The Hangmans clutches or to brave the Cordage Of a tough halter which will breake your necke So then the Gallant totters preethee Perkin Let my example leade thee be no longer A Counterfeite confesse and hope for pardon Warb: For pardon hold my heartstrings whiles contempt Of injuries in scorne may bid defiance To this base mans fowle language thou poore vermin How darst thou creepe so neere mee thou an Earle Why thou enjoyst as much of happinesse As all the swinge of sleight ambition flew at A dunghill was thy Cradle So a puddle By vertue of the Sun-beames breathes a vapour To infect the purer ayre which drops againe Into the muddie wombe that first exhal'd it Bread and a slavish ease with some assurance From the base Beadles whipp crownd all thy hopes But Sirra ran there in thy veynes one dropp Of such a royall bloud as flowes in mine Thou wouldst not change condition to be second In Englands State without the Crowne it selfe Course creatures are incapable of excellence But let the world as all to whom I am This day a spectacle to time deliver And by tradition fixe posteritie Without another Chronicle then truth How constantly my resolution suffer'd A martyrdome of Majestie Lamb: Hee s past Recovery a Bedlum cannot cure him Vrsw: Away enforme the King of his behaviour Lamb: Perkin beware the rope the Hangman 's comming Vrsw: If yet thou hast no pittie of thy bodie Pittie thy soule Exit Simnell Enter Katherine Iane Daliell and Oxford Iane Deare Ladie Oxf: Whither will 'ee Without respect of shame Kath: Forbeare me Sir And trouble not the current of my dutie Oh my Lov'd Lord Can any scorne be yours In which I haue no interest some kinde hand Lend me assistance that I may partake Th' infliction of this pennance my lifes deerest Forgiue me I haue stayd too long from tendring Attendance on reproach yet bid me welcome Warb: Great miracle of Constancie my miseries Were never banckrout of their confidence In worst afflictions till this now I feele them Report and thy Deserts thou best of creatures Might to eternitie haue stood a patterne For every Report wife without this conquest Thou hast out-done beliefe yet may their ruine In after marriages be never pittied To whom thy Storie shall appeare a fable Why wouldst thou proue so much vnkinde to greatnesse To glorifie thy vowes by such a servitude I cannot weepe but trust mee Deare my heart Is liberall of passion Harrie Richmond A womans faith hath robd thy fame of triumph Oxf: Sirra leaue off your jugling and tye vp The Devill that raunges in your tongue Vrs: Thus Witches Possest even their death 's deluded say They haue beene wolues and dogs and I sayld in Eggshells Over the Sea and rid on fierie Dragons Past in the ayre more then a thousand miles All in a