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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

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

Loue thy Iane still nay more if more may be kissing her And this is all the harme that at my hands She shall endure for it Oh where my Edward loues It ill beseemes his Queene to grudge thereat King Sayest thou me so Besse on my kingly word Edward will honour thee in heart for this But trust me Besse I greatly was afraid I should not finde ye in so good a tune How now what would our Constable of the Towre Bra. The Queene and misstris Shoare do know my sute Qu. It is for Stranguidge and his men at sea Edward needs must you pardon them King Haue I not vowed the contrarie alreadie Dishonour mee when I haue made a league My word is past and they shall suffer death Or neuermore let mee see France againe Iane Why there is one was but a passenger Shall hee die too King Passe me no passage Iane were he in companie hee dies for companie Qu. Good Iane intreat for them Iane Come Edward I must not take this answere Needs must I haue some grace for Stranguidge King Why Iane haue I not denide my Quéenes Yet what i st Iane I would denie to thee I prethee Brackenburie be not thou displeasde My word is past not one of them shall liue One go see them forth with sent to death Exeunt Enter Clarence Gloster and Shaw Glost. I cannot see this prophesie you speake of Should any way so much displease the King And yet I promise you good Brother Clarence T is such a letter as concernes vs both That G. should put away King Edwards children And sit vpon his throne that G. should well Cla. God blesse the king those two swéet young Princes Glo. Amen good brother Clarence Shaw Amen Glo. And send them all to heauen shortly I beseech him Cla. The Kinges much troubled in his sicknesse with it Glo. I promise you hee is and verie much But Doctor Shaw who prophested that G. should be so sadly ominous to vs Shaw My Lord of Glocester I receiude the same From old Frier Anselme of S. Bartholmewes Glo. A great learned man he was and as I haue heard Hath prophesied of very many things I promise you it troubles me I hope in me his prophesie is true aside Cla. And so it does me I tell you brother Glocester Glo. I am sure it does for looke you brother Clarence We know not how his Highnes will applie it We are but two your selfe my Lord and I Should the young Princes faile which God defend Cla. Which God defend D. Shaw Which God defend Glo. aside But they should be cut off Amen Amen You brother first and should your issue faile Poore I am next the youngest of the thrée But how farre I am from a thought of that Heauen witnes with me that I wish you dead aside Cla. Brother I durst be sworne Glo. God blesse you al and take you to him if it be his will Now brother this prophesie of G. troubling the King He may as well applie it vnto Glocester My Dukedomes name if he be iealious As vnto George your name good brother Clarence God helpe God helpe Ifaith it troubles me You would not thinke how aside that any of you liue Cla. It cannot thuse how innocent I am And how vnspotted are my loyall thoughts Vnto his Highnes and those swéete yong Princes God be my record Glo. Who you I I durst answer for you That I shall cut you off ere it be long aside But reuerend Doctor you can onely tell Being his Highnes Confessor how he takes it aside to Shaw Shaw you know my minde a villaine like my selfe Shaw My Lord of Clarence I must tell your Lordship His Highnes is much troubled in his sicknes With this same prophesie of G. Who is this G Oft times he will demaund then will he sigh And name his brother George your selfe my Lord And then he strikes his breast I promise you This morning in th' extreamest of his fitte He lay so still we all thought he had slept When suddenly George is the G. quoth he And gaue a groane and turnde his face away Cla. God be my witnesse witnesse with my soule My iust and vpright thoughts to him and his I stand so guiltlesse and so innocent As I could wish my breast to be transparent And my thoughts written in great letters there The world might read the secrets of my soule Glo. Ah brother Clarence when you are suspected Well well it is a wicked world the while But shall I tell you brother in plaine tearmes I feare your selfe and I haue enemies About the King God pardon them The world was neuer worser to be trusted Ah brother George where is that loue that was Ah it is banisht brother from the world Ah Conscience Conscience and true brotherhood T is gone t is gone brother I am your friend I am your louing brother your owne selfe And loue you as my soule vse me in what you please And you shall see I le doe a brothers part Send you to heauen I hope ere it be long aside I am a true stampt villaine as euer liude Cla. I know you will then brother I beséech you Pleade you mine innocence vnto the King And in meane time to tell my loyaltie I le kéepe within my house at Bainards Castle Vntill I heare how my dread Soueraigne takes it Glo. Do so good brother Cla. Farewell good brother Gloster Glo. My teares will scarcely let me take my leaue I loue you so Farewell sweet George Exit Cla. So is he gone now Shaw t is in thy power To binde me to thee euerlastingly And there is not one step that I shall rise But I will draw thee with me vnto greatnesse Thou shalt sit in my bosome as my soule Incense the king now being as thou art So neere about him and his Confessor That this G. onely is George Duke of Clarence Doctor thou needst not my instruction Thou hast a searching braine a nimble spirit Able to master any mans affections Effect it Shaw and bring it to passe once I le make thee the greatest Shaw that euer was Sha. My Lord I am going by commaundement Vnto the Marshalsea to Captaine Stranguidge For Pyracie of late condemnde to die There to confesse him and his companie That done I le come with spéed backe to the king And make no doubt but I le effect the thing Glo. Farewell gentle Doctor Sha. Farewell my Lord of Gloster Exit Glo. Let me awake my sléeping wits a while Ha the marke thou aimst at Richard is a crowne And many stand betwixt thee and the same What of all that Doctor play thou thy part I le climbe vp by degrees through many a heart Exit Enter Brackenburie with Vaux the Keeper Bra. Why maister Vaux is there no remedie But instantly they must be led to death Can it not be deferd till after noone Or but two howres in hope to get reprie K. Maister Lieutenant t is in vaine

you are sicke and so am not I Richard O Lord me thinks this going to our bed How like it is to going to our graue Edward I pray thee do not speake of graues sweet heart Indeed thou frightest mee Ri. Why my Lord Brother did not our Tutor teach vs That when at night we want vnto our bed We still should thinke we sent vnto our graue Ed. Yes that 's true that we should do as euery christian ought To bee preparde to die at euery howre but I am heauie Richard Indeed and so am I Edward Then let vs say our praiers and go to bed They kneele and solemne musicke the while within the musicke ceaseth and they rise Richard What bléedes your Grace Edward I two drops and no more Richard God blesse vs both and I desire no more Edward Brother see here what Dauid saies and so say I Lord in thee will I trust although I die As the young Princes go out enter Tirill. Tirill. Go lay ye downe but neuer more to rise I haue put my hand into the foulest murder That euer was committed since the world The verie sencelesse stones here in the walles Breake out in teares but to behold the fact Me thinkes the bodies lying dead in graues Should rise and crie against us O harke harke A noyse within The Mandrakes shreeks are musicke to their cries The verie night is frighted and the starres Do drop like torches to behold this déed The verie Center of the earth doth shake Me thinks the Towre should rent downe from the toppe To let the heauen looke on this monstrous deede Enter at the one doore Dighton with Edward vnder his arme at the other doore Forrest with Richard Digh. Stand further damned rogue and come not néere me Fo. Nay stand thou further villaine stand aside Digh. Are we not both damned for this cursed deed Fo. Thou art the witnesse that thou bearst the King Digh. And what hearst thou Fo. It is too true oh I am damnde indeed He lookes downe on the boy vnder his arme Ti. I am as deepe as you although my hand Did not the deede Digh. O villaine art thou there Fo. A plague light on thee Ti. Curse not a thousand plagues will light vpon vs all They lay them downe The priest here in the Towre will burie them Let vs away Enter mistris Blage her two men bringing in Shoare alias Floud in a chaire his arme bleeding apace Bla. So set him here a while where is more aire How cheere you sir alacke he doth beginne To change his colour where is mistris Shoare Gone to her Closet for a precious Balme The same she said King Edward vsde himselfe Alacke I feare hée le die before shee come Ranne quickly for some Rosa-solis faint not sir Be of good comfort come good mistris Shoare What haue you there Iane Stand by and giue me leaue Bla. Unhappie me to lodge him in my house Iane I warrant you woman be not so afraid If not this bloud-stone hangde about his necke This balme will stanch it by the helpe of God Lift vp his arme whilst I do bath his wound The signe belike was here when he was hurt Or else some principal and chiefe veine is pierst Bla. How euer sure the surgeon was a knaue That lookt no better to him at the first Ia. Blame him not mistris Blage the best of them In such a case as this may bée to séeke Bla. Now God be blessed sée the crimson bloud That was precipitate and falling downe Into his arme retires into his face How fare you sir how do you féele your selfe Sh. Oh wherfore haue you wakt me from my sleepe And broke the quiet slumber I was in Me thought I sate in such a pleasant place So full of all delight as neuer eie Beheld nor heart of man could comprehend If you had let me go I felt no paine But being now reuok't my griefe renewes Iane Giue him some Rosa-solis mistris Blage And that will like wise animate the sprites And send alacritie vnto the heart That hath bin strugling with the pangs of death Bla. Here sir drinke this you néed not feare it sir It is no hurt sée I will be your taster Then drinke I pray you Ia. Now fellowes raise his body from the chair And gently let him walke a turne or two Bla. Good sooth mistris Shoare I did not thinke till now You had béene such a cunning skilde Phisitian Sho. Oh mistris Blage though I must néeds confesse It would haue béene more welcome to my soule If I had died and beene remoude at last From the confused troubles of this world Whereof I haue sustained no meane waight Then lingring here be made a packhorse still Of torments in comparison of which Death is but as the pricking of a thorne Yet I do thanke you for your taken paines And would to God I could requite your loue Bla. Sir I did you little good what was done Ascribe the benefit and praise thereof Unto this Gentlewoman kind mistris Shoare Who next to God preserude your féeble life Sho. How Mistris Shoare good friends let go your hold My strength is now sufficient of it selfe Oh is it she that still prolongs my woes Was it ordainde not onely at the first She should be my destruction but now twise When gracious destinies had brought about To ende this wearie pilgrimage of mine Must she and none but she preuent that good And stop my entrance to eternall blisse Oh lasting plague oh endlesse corrasiue It now repents me double that I scap'te Since life 's made death and lifes author hate Ia. Sir take my counsell and sit downe againe It is not good to be so bold of foot Vpon the sudden till you haue more strength Sho. Mistris I thanke you and I care not much If I be rulde by you sits downe Oh God that she should pittie me vnknowne That knowing me by her was ouerthrowne Or ignorantly she should regard this smart That heretofore sparde not to stab my heart Enter Brackenburie Bra. By your leaue mistris Blague I am somewhat bold Is there not a Gentleman within your house Cald M. Floud came hither hurt last night Bla. Is his name Floud I knew it not till now But here he is and well recouered Thanks to this Gentlewoman mistris Shoare Bra. Pardon me mistris Shoare I saw you not And trust me I am sorie at the heart So good a creature as your selfe hath béene Should be so vilely dealt with as you are I promise you the world laments your case Ia. How means you sir I vnderstand you not Lament my case for what for Edwards death I know that I haue lost a gracious friend But that is not to be remedied now Bra. No mistris Shoare it is for Richards hate That too much enuies your prosperitie Ia. I know he loues me not and for that cause I haue withdrawne me wholly from the court Bra. You haue not séene the Proclamation then Ia. The proclamation