n THE LIBRARY OF THE UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA LOS ANGELES wfwsm y^ L/' 1 r^ HEYWOOD'S DRAMATIC WORKS HE DRAMATIC WORKS OF THOMAS HEYWOODNOW FIRST COLLECTED WITH ILLUSTRATIVE NOTES AND A MEMOIR OF THE AUTHOR IN SIX VOLUMES Aui prodejfe folent aut ddetflare VOLUME THE FIRST LONDON i J fOHN PEARSON YORK STREET COVENT GARDEN 1874 College Library CONTENTS VOLUME THE FIRST Memoir of Thomas Heywood F'iRST AND Second Parts of King Edward THE Fourth If you know not me, you know no body, OR THE Troubles of Queen Elizabeth The Second Part of If you know not ME, you know no body Notes and Illustrations VOLUME THE SECOND The Faire Maid of the Exchange A Woman Killed w^ith Kindnesse The Four Prentises of London The Faire Maid of the West Notes and Illustrations VI CONTENTS VOLUME THE THIRD The Golden Age The Silver Age The Brazen Age The Fh^st k^^ii Second Parts of The Iron Age Notes and Illustrations VOLUME TILE EOURTH The English Traveller A Maidenhead well Lost The Lancashire Witches London's I us Honorarium LoNDiNi Sinus Salutes LoNDiNi Speculum Notes and Illustrations VOLUME TLLE FIFTLl A Challenge for Beautie Loves Maistresse Thi: Rai'e of Lucrece LoNDiNi Porta Pietatis CONTENTS Vll The Wise Woman of Hogsdon LoNDiNi Status Pacatus Notes and Illustrations VOLUME THE SIXTH The Royall King and the Loyall Subject Pleasant D-ialogues and Drammas Fortune by Land and Sea Notes and Illustrations Memoir of Thomas Heywood HOMAS HEYWOOD was probably one of the mofl prolific writers of his own, or of any other age or country ; and on that account he has fometimes been not inappropriately termed the Englifh Lope de Vega. Bcfides the two hundred and twcnty(i) plays, inwhich he "had cither an entire hand or at leaft a maine finger," he was the author of Poems, Hif- torics, and diffcrtations innumerable, on all fubje6ls from the creation of the world down to the Spanifh Armada ; from the building of (i) It mufl be remembered that it was in 1633 that }-Ieywood made this affertion, and as he pubhfhed fevTral ])lays after that date, tlie total number is perhaps under- ilated here. X Memoir of Thomas Hcywood. Noah's ark down to the building of the laft new man-of-war, and of all fizes from ftately folio down to modeft duodecimo. If. therefore, we were to eftimate a man's life by the number and extent of his works, we fhould fay that Thomas Hey wood had not been gathered to his fathers until he had arrived at a ripe old age ; but whether, according to the ordinary mode of cal- culating human exiftence, he lived to any great length of days, the few materials within our reach do not enable us to afcertain. The time of his birth and death are alike unknown : the place of the firft may be colle6led from his works ; but as to the laft, we are unable to trace him to his grave. We learn from A fimerall Elegy, upon tJie death of Sir George St. Poole, of Lincolncfliire, my Coicntry-niaii, (2) that he was a native of that county ; and from the dedication of Cartwright's Edition of his Apology for Actors, that he was a Fellow of Peter Houfe, Cambridge. (3) (2) Printed in Heywood's Plcafaiit IHaloi^ucs and DranuncH s, Lond. 1637, }). 252. (3) Huywood himfclf in his Apolnoy for Afiors [1612) alludes to the time of his reiulence in Cambrid^^e : — " In the time of my refidence in Cambridge, I ha\(j feen tra^^edyes, comedyes, histcjryes, jjaflorals, and ihewes, publickly acled, m whicli the graduates of good place and reputation have bene fpeciall) )jarted.'' Memoir of Thomas Hcywood. xi This ftatemcnt is probably correct, and nearly all his extant works difplay extenfive general reading, and confiderable claffical attainments. From the manner in which he alludes to his family, (4) it may be inferred that it held a rcfpeftable rank in fociety : in the Dedication to Tlie Englijli Traveller, addreffed to Sir Henry Appleton, he fpeaks of the " alter- nate love and thofe frequent courtefies which interchangeably paffed between yourfelf and that good old gentleman, mine uncle (Mafler Eidmund Heywood), whom you pleafed to grace by the title of father ;" and in the fame place, he alludes to " my countryman, Sir William Elvifli, whom, for his unmerited love, many ways ex- tended to me, I much honour." In what year Heywood came to London we have no account ; but on the 14th 06lober, 1596, a perfon whofe name Henflowe fpclls " Hawode" had written a book, or play, for the Lord Ad- miral's Company. On the 25th of March, 1598, we find "Thomas Hawoode" regularly engaged by Henflowe as a player and a fharer in the com- pany. From this date, at all events until the (4) It may here be noted that lie was in no way related to John Heywood, the elder draniatifl, with whom Sche;4el ieenis to have confounded him. xii Memoir of Thomas Heyujood. death of Queen Anne, the wife of James I., Hey- wood continued on the ftage ; for in the account of the perfons who attended her funeral, he is introduced as " one of her majefty's players." After quitting the Lord Admiral's Company, on the acceffion of James I., Heywood became one of the theatrical fervants of the Earl of Worcefler, and was by that nobleman transferred to the queen. " I was, my lord," (fays Heywood in dedicating one of his books (5) to the Earl of Wor- ccfter) " your creature, and amongft other your fervants, you beftowed me upon the excellent Princeffe Q. Anne, .... but by her lamented death your gift is returned againe into your hands." On the authority of Henflowe we learn, that in December 1598, he wrote a piece called War without Blows, and Love without Suit ; and in February, 1598-9, (following) another entitled Joan as good as my Lady. Neither of thefe appears now to be extant, either in a printed or manufcript form. The four Prentices of London, though not apparently printed until 161 5, muft have been written about this time. (6) (5) Nine books of Various Hijlory conccrnin;^ IVoinen, folio, Lend. 1624. (6) Heywood fpcaks of it m the Dedication as "written many yeares llnce, in my Infancy of Ji;dL;nient in this Memoir of Thomas Heywood. xiii His firft printed produ6lions were the feries of hiftorical plays on Edward the Fourth and Queen Elizabeth. Thefe were pubhfhed furrep- titioufly and without his name — the former in 1600, and the latter in 1605-6. Both are in black letter. The text of the firfl part of Queen Elizabeth is, as the author himfelf complains, very corrupt, and can only be confidered the fragment of a play. We may affume that it found its way to the prefs by means of fhort- hand notes, taken in the theatre while the drama was in courfe of reprefentation. Why the author did not think it worth while, in any fub- fequent impreffion, to render it more complete, we know not. The fecond part, which deals with the events of Elizabeth's reign, is, as our readers will perceive, much more perfe6t, and runs out to a much greater length : from that, we feel per- fuaded, nothing important was omitted. We probably have it in the editions of 1606, 1609, and 1623, pretty much in the form in which it came from Heywood's pen, when it was firft a6led, quite early in the reign of James I. In the edition of 1633 we find it moft materially kinde of Poetry, and my firft pracflife :" — and further on he faycs : "as Playes were then foDie fiftccnc or fixiccnc yearcs a^oe it wai in the fafliion." xlv Memoir of Thomas Heywood. altered fubfequent to the " Chorus," and the " Chorus " itfelf is there new, having been de- figned to prepare the fpe6lators for the great event about to fucceed in the reprefentation, viz., the defeat of the Spanifh Armada. This inci- dent had been but briefly and imperfe6lly treated in previous editions, and it feems more than likely that Heywood himfelf introduced the changes, and made the additions, on revival, for the fake of giving the drama increafed effefl and greater novelty. That revival, we take it, followed the revival of the firft part of the fame fubjeft, and was perhaps confequent upon the favour with v/hich its renewed performance had been received by public audiences at the Cock- pit Theatre. Our impreffion of this portion of the drama (we mean the portion including and following the " Chorus ") is from the edition of 1633, under the perfuafion that the author meant that his work fliould permanently (as far as fuch produc- tions were at that period confidered permanent) bear that fliape. However, for greater com- plctenefs, and to afford ready means of compari- fon, we have fubjoined the brief fcenes of this conclufion of the drama, as they appear in the earlier iinpreffions. Bcfidcs the firft part of If You knou not Mc Memoir of Thomas Heywood. xv You know Nobody, which is devoted to the "Troubles of Queen Elizabeth," Heywood left behind him a profe narrative of the events of her life, from the elevation of her fifter to her own accefiion. In this hiftory he goes over many of the circumftances of his play ; and it is the more worthy of attention, becaufe it may be faid in a degree to fupply fome of the obvious de- ficiencies of his drama, in the curtailed and decrepit fhapc in which it has reached our hands. In the Notes to this volume we fupply fuch extrafts from it as afford illustrations of the fccnes of the drama. It was printed in Lon- don, with the following title : — " England's Elizabeth : her Life and Troubles, during her Minoritie from the Cradle to the Crowne. Hiflorically laid open and interwoven with fuch eminent Paffages of State as happened under the Reigne of Henrj' the Eight, Edward the Sixt, Q. Mary ; all of them aptly introducing to the prcfent Relation. By Tho. Heywood. — London, printed by John Beale, for Philip Watcrhoufe, and are to be fold at his Shop at St. Paul's head, ncere London- flone. 1631." This is a finall duodecimo of 234 pages, be- fidcs the preliminary matter. Two of Hey wood's bcft plays, A Woman killed with Kindncfs, and The Fair Maid of the Ex- change, were printed in 1607. The date at which the former was originally brought out, is xvi Memoir of Thomas Heywood. afcertaincd with unufual prccifion from Hen- /loive's Diary, as printed by the Shakefpeare Society in 1845, pp. 249, 250, where the follow- ing entries occur : — " Paid, at the appointment of the company, the 6th of March, 1602, unto Thomas Heywood, in full payment for his play, called A Wotnan Killed with Kindnc/s, the fum of ^3-" " Paid, at the appointment of Thomas Blackwood, the 7th of March, 1602, unto the tailor which made the black fatin fuit for the Wofnan killed with Kindticfs, the fum of loj.'' The play, therefore, was finifhed when Hen- flowe paid £1 for it ; and we may conclude, perhaps, that the " black fatin fuit " was worn by the hero after the fall of his wife, and when fhe was dying, in confequence of the undeferved tendernefs with which fhe had been treated by her forgiving husband. Nothing can be more tragically touching than the later fcenes of this fine moral play. The carliefl printed notice yet difcovered of A Woman Killed zuilh Kiiidnefs is found in TJie Blacke Bookc, by T. M., 1604, where it is coupled with The Merry Devil of Edvionton. The words of the author arc : — " And being fct out of the Shoppe, (with her man afore her, to quench the jealouzie of her Husband) fhec, by thy inftruf lions, fhali turnc the honed fimpic fellow off at the Memoir of Thomas Heywood. xvii next turning, and give him leave to fee the merry Divell of Edmunton, or a Woman kild with kindneJJ'c, when his Miflrefs is going her felfe to the fame murther." Of The Faire Maid of the Exchange Mr. Bar- ron Field gives the following account : — " The Royal Exchange was then full of fhops, like a bazaar. The Fair Maid, Phillis Flower, though her parents are wealthy, is an apprentice to a fempflrcfs in this Exchange ; and, one night, in company with a female fervant, taking home fome work to a lady at Mile-End, they arc affaulted by Scarlet and Bobbington, two men of broken fortune, from whom they are at firfl refcued by the Cripple with his crutch ; and, the ruffians having re- turned, fecondly by the affiftance of Frank Goulding, the lover-hero of the comedy. Grateful for their fervices the Fair Maid falls in love, not with Frank, but with the Crip- pic. Frank is the younger brother of Ferdinand and An- thony Goulding, who afterwards fevcrally confide to him their paffion for the fame Fair Maid. Frank feoffs at love, but is fubfequcntly himfclf caught in the very fame fnare. The two elder brothers, overhearing each other confefs their love for the fame objcrt, fct about mutual circumvention, and entrufl their rcfpecftive flratagems to Frank, who, by the help of his friend the Cripple, cheats them both, and in the difguife of his " crooked habit," eventually gains the hand of the Fair Maid. Her father had favoured the fuit of Ferdinand, and her mother that of Anthony ; but they are all out-wittcd by Frank, and rejcftcd by Phillis. Our dramatifl has not dared to let his deformed Cripple accept the offered love of the hero- ine ; and this at the expcnfc of deflroying the interefl wc lake in her, by making her mod unaccountably transfer b xviii Memoir of Thomas Heywood. her affecflions at lafl, for the mere purpofe of letting the curtain fall upon her marriage with fomebody. But this is a comedy of in';rigue, though containing one well-drawn character ; and in comedies of intrigue the ladies refem- ble pullets, who transfer their affedlions to the cunningefl conqueror, and are as readily deceived by the difguife of drefs as Dame Partlet takes a lump of chalk for an "To conclude the argument of this comedy. There is an underplot, which is not fo good. Bowdlcr and Bernard, two fpcndthrifts, but friends of the Cripple, make love to Moll Berry, who treats both with witty difdain ; but is really in love with Bowdler, and even affiances herfelf to him. Bernard owes her father a hundred pounds, for which he caufes him to be arrefled ; when the Cripple per- fuades her, moft unaccountably, that fhe is in love with Bernard, and to marry him : this fhe does, and then offers herfelf to her father, as bail for her husband, who, upon the ufual promife of reform, is forgiven and releafed. There is a flill more unneccffary incident of Mafler Flower's lending Bobbington ten pounds upon a diamond, which afterwards' appears to have been flolen \ and the comedy concludes with the father of our bride and bridegroom being taken before the judges upon a charge of felony, leaving us in ignorance of the refult." In his Specimens Charles Lamb, after quoting the fcene where Cripple offers to fit Frank Golcling with ready-made Love Epiftles, ob- ferves : — '• The above fatire againfl fome dramatic plagiaries of the time is put into the mouth of the Cripple, wh(; is an Memoir of Thomas Heywood. xix excellent fellow, and the hero of the comedy. Of his humour this cxtra<5l is a fufficient fpecimcn ; but he is dc- fcribed (albeit a tradefman, yet wealthy withal) with heroic qualities of mind and body ; the latter of which he evinces by refcuing his miflrcfs (the Fair Maid) from three robbers by the main force of one crutch luftily ap- plied ; and the former by his foregoing the advantages which this a(5lion gained him in her good opinion, and bellowing his wit and fineffe in procuring for her a huf- band in the perfon of his friend Golding, more worthy of her beauty, than he could conceive his own maimed and halting limbs to be. It would require fome boldness in a dramatift now-a-days to exhibit fuch a chara(ner ; and fome luck in finding a fufficient aclor, who would be will- ing to pcrfonate the infirmities, together with the virtues of the noble cripple." In i6oS TJie Rape of Lucrcccw^'i, publiflicd in its firft form ; but in later editions it was confi- derably enlarged, and fome new fongs were added. Of this play a modern writer has thus fpokcn : — " The Rape of Lucrece is a fort of dramatic monflcr, in the conflruclion of which every rule of propriety is vio- lated, and all grace and fymmetry are fet at defiance. The author, one would fuppofe, mufl. have produced it when in a ftate of inebriety ; in which a man of genius may fre- quently, amidfl flrange and fooliib things, give birth to poetical and impaffioned conceptions. The dignified cha- racters of Roman flory arc, in this play, really infcdcd with the madnefs which Brutus only affumes. But, with an exuberance of buffoonery and conceits, arc mingled a con- b 2 XX Memoir of Thomas Heywood. fiderable portion of poetry and fome powerful fcenes. Upon the Avhole, this fingular compofition, with all its ab- furdities, contains fo much that is really excellent, that it is well worthy of forming a part of this collec- tion." (7) TJie Four Ages, which extended in time of publication over more than twenty years, form in their complete fequence one of Heywood's moft interefting and important works. He has dealt very beautifully with the old mythological legends ; though he is doubtlefs under very confi- derable obligations to his great predeceffor Ovid. Of thefe five plays, Ihe Golden Age appeared in 1611 ; the Silver and Brazen Ages in 161 3, and the two parts of TJie Iron Age not until 1632. It was the intention of Heywood to have pub- lifhed them together eventually in one " hand- fomeVolume,"and "to illuftrate the wholeWorke, with an Explanation of all the difficulties, and an Hiftoricall Comment of every hard name, which may appeare obfcurc or intricate to fuch as are not frequent in Poetry." Circumflanccs, how- ever, prevented the accomplifliment of this pur- pofe ; though the author lived for fome years afterwards. (7) Preface to the Reprint of Hey-iUoocVs Rape of Lu- crece in Tlie Olil ICnt^Iijh D}\ii)ia. a Seleflion of Plays from iJie (Jul Enj^li/k Dra/nal/jis. Lund. 1824. Memoir of Thomas Heywood. xxi Heywood wrote all the known pageants for Lord Mayor's Day, between 1630 and 1640, when they ceafed for fome years to be exhi- bited. Such of thefe as were extant or accef- fible have been included in the prefent volumes. The two parts of The Fair Maid of the Weft were printed in 1631. They were in exiflence in 161 7, when an attack was made upon the Cock -pit theatre, in Drury Lane, where they had been frequently a6led. There is no doubt that they long continued popular performances ; and we may imagine that a printed edition was called for, becaufe their reputation had led to their recent performance before the King and Queen. Great and many allowances muft be made for the conftruflion and condu6l of the ftory. What would tell extremely well in a narrative, would fometimes appear violent and improbable on the ftage. Confidcring the difficulties with which Heywood in this re{pc<5t had to contend (aiding himfelf, however, by Chorus and dumb-fliow), it cannot be difputcd that he has difplayed much flIorocco. xxli Memoir of Thomas Heywood. and from Morocco to the Azores ; but nobody is kept for more than a moment in fufpenfe as to the place reprcfented. The buftle is unceafmg, and attention never wearies. For the coarfencfs of a fmall portion of the comic bufmefs, the ufual excufe muft be found in the manners of the time ; and, at all events, it was not fuch as the King and Queen could not fit patiently to hear, and they perhaps liftened to it with as much en- joyment as Icfs exalted auditors. The poetry and pathos of fome of the fcenes in which the hero and heroine are engaged cannot be too highly praifed : it is extremely touching, from its truth to nature and its graceful fimplicity, without the flighteft apparent effort on the part of the author. The chara6lers are flrongly drawn and clearly dillinguifhed, while that of the heroine is admirably prefcrved and is conftantly attractive. (8) The EnglifJi Traveller was publiflicd in 1633. " Heywood's Preface to this Play," fays Charles Lamb, " is interefting, as it fhows the heroic indifference about pofterity, which feme of thefe great writers feem to have felt. There is a magnanimity in authorfhip as in every- thing elfe. Of the two hundred and twenty pieces which (8) See Mr. Payne Collier's Introduction to The Fair Maid of the Wejt, as printed for the Shakef])earf Society '.n 18^0. Memoir of Thomas Heywood. xxiil he here fpcaks of having been concerned in, only twenty- five have come down to us, for the reafons affigned in the Preface. The refl have pcriflied, cxpofed to the cafualties of a theatre. Ileywood's ambition fecms to have been confined to the pleafure of hearing the players fpeak his lines while he lived. It docs not appear that he ever con- templated the poffibility of being read by after ages. What a flender pittance of fame was motive fufficient to the pro- ducflion of fuch plays as the The Engli/li Traveller, the Challenge for Beauty^ and the Woman Killed with Kind- nefs ! Poflerity is bound to take care that a writer lofes nothing by fuch a noble modefty." Heywood's " own account," fays Hazlitt, " makes the number of his writings for the flagc, or thofe in which he had a main hand, upwards of two hundred. In fadl, I do not wonder at any quantity that an author is faid to have written ; for the more a man writes, the more he can write." A Maidenhead Well Lojl followed in 1634. This is one of the beft of Heywood's roman- tic plays ; the ftory is developed with fweet poetic feeling, and the whole has about it the air and the charm of a fairy-tale. In the fame year appeared TJte late La}icafliire WiteJies, a comedy in which he was affifled by Richard Ikome, who had formerly been a fervant of Ben Jonfon, but who had at this time raifed himfelf to confider- ablc repute by his writings for the ftage. Thofc xxiv Memoir of Thomas Hey wood. who are acquainted with his other plays, which have lately been reprinted, will probably find little difficulty in difcriminating between his por- tions of the comedy and thofe of Heywood. This play was recently reprinted by Mr. Halli- well, but without annotation. In 1636 appeared A Challenge for Beautie, and Loves Mijlris. Of the former fome account will be found in a fubfequent page : the latter — it may be remarked — is an exquifite, airy dramatization of the old claffical ftory of Cupid and Pyfche — fmgularly happy in its fdicitous touches of poetry that feem to come unfought, and in its entire freedom from all taint of vulgarity. The remaining extant plays of Heywood are The Roy all King and Loyal Snhje£l, publifhed in 1637 ; TJie Wife Woman of Hogsdon, 1638 ; and Fortune by Land and Sea, written in con- jun6lion with William Rowley, and publiflied apparently for the firft time fome years after Heywood's death, in 1655. His latefl dated produ6Hon appeared in 1641 ; (9) but we may perhaps infer, from the following lines that he was ftill living in 1648: they are from A Satire againfl Separatifls pub- liflied in that year : (9; The Life of AmbrofLua Merlin Memoir of Thomas Heywood. xxv " So may rare Pageants grace the Lord Mayor's (how : And none find out that they are idols too : So may you come to fleep in fur at laft, And fome Smectymnuan, when your days are pafl, Your funeral fermon of fix hours rehearfe, And Heywood fing your adls in lofty verfe." We proceed to fubjoin the teftimonies of the beft authorities refpe6ling Heywood's claims as a dramatift. We begin with Charles Lamb, who thus writes : — " If I were to be confulted as to a Reprint of our Old Englifh Dramatifts, I (hould advifc to begin with the col- lecftcd Plays of Heywood. He was a fellow A(flor, and fellow Dramatift, with Shakefpcare. He poffeffed not the imagination of the latter ; but in all thofe qualities which gained for Shakefpeare the attribute of gentle, he was not inferior to him. Generofity, courtefy, temperance in the depths of paffion ; fweetnefs, in a word, and gentlenefs ; Chriftianifm ; and true hearty Anglicifm of feelings, fhap- ing that Chriftianifm, fhine throughout his beautiful writ- ings in a manner more confpicuous than in thofe of Shakefpeare ; but only more confpicuous, inafmuch as in Heywood thefe qualities arc primary, in the other fubordi- nate to poetry. Heywood fliould be known to his country- men, as he dcfcrvcs. His plots are almoft invariably Englifti." In another place he adds : — " Heywood is a fort q{ profc Shakefpeare. His fccnes nre to the full as natural and affcclmg. But we mifs the Pihf, that which in Shakcfpcrc always appears out and xxvi Memoir of Thomas Heywood. above the furface of the Jiatiire. Heywood's characflcrs, his country gentlemen, &c., are exadly what we fee (but of the bed kind of what we fee) in hfe." William Hazlitt, in his Le6lurcs on the Dra- matic Literature of the Age of Elizabeth, fpeaks of Heywood in the following terms : — " Heywood's imagination is a gentle, lambent flame, that purifies without confuming. His manner is fimplicity itfelf. There is nothing fupernatural, nothing flartling or terrific. He makes ufe of the commonefl circumftances of evcry-day life, and of the eafiefl tempers, to fhow the workings or rather the inefficacy of the paffions, the vis inertia of tragedy. His incidents flrikc from their very familiarity, and the diflrcffes he paints invite our fympathy from the calmnefs and refignation with which they arc borne. The pathos might be deemed purer from its hav- ing no mixture of turbulence or vindicTlivenefs in it ; and in proportion as the fufferers are made to deferve a better fate. In the midfl. of the mofl untoward reverfes and cut- ting injuries, good nature and good fenfe keep their ac- cuflomcd fway. He defcribes men's errors with tendernefs, and their duties only with zeal, and the hcightcnings of a poetic fancy. His flyle is equally natural, fimple, and unconflraincd. The dialogue (bating the verfe) is fuch as might be uttered in ordinary converfation. It is beau- tiful profe put into heroic meaiure. It is not fo much that he ufes the common Englifh idiom for everything (for that the moR poetical and impaffioned of our elder dramatiRs do equally), but the fmiplicity of the characfters, and the ecjuable flow of the fentiments do not require or fuffer it to be warped from the tone of level fpeaking. by Memoir of Thomas Heywood. xxvii figurative exprcffions, or hyperbolical allufions. A few fcattered exceptions occur now and then, where the hedlic flufh of paffion forces them from the lips, and they are not the worfe for being rare. In the play called A Woman Killed with Kindne/s, fuch poetical ornaments are to be met with at confiderable intervals, (lo) and do not diflurb the calm ferenity and domeflic fimplicity of the author's ftyle. The conclufion of Wendell's declaration of love to Mrs. Frankford may ferve as an illuflration of its general merits, both as to purity of thought and di^lion. (i i) The winding up of this play is rather awkwardly managed, and the moral is, according to eflablifhed ufage, equivocal. The view here given of country manners is truly edifying. The frequent quarrels and ferocious habits of private life are well expofed in the fatal rencounter be- tween Sir Francis Adlon and Sir Charles Mountford about a hawking match, in the ruin and rancorous pcrfecution of the latter in confequcnce, and in the hard, unfeeling, cold-blooded treatment he receives in his diftrefs from his own relations, and from a fellow of the name of Shafton. After reading the fketch of this lafl character, who is intro- duced as a mere ordinary perfonage, the reprefentative of a clafs, without any preface or apology, no one can doubt the credibility of that of Sir Giles Overreach. The callous declaration of one of thefc unconfcionable churls, " This is no world in which to pity men," might have been taken as a motto for the good old times in general, and with a very few refervations, if Heywood has not groflly libelled them. (lo) Three instances arc given, which the reader will perhaps prefer lo find out for himfclf — Ed. (ii) Fair, and of all beloved," &c. See Vol. II. }). 112, xxviii Memoir of Thomas Heywood. Heywood's plots have little of artifice or regularity of defign to recommend them. He writes on careleffly, as it happens, and trulls to Nature and a certain happy tran- quillity of fpirit, for gaining the favour of the audience. He is faid, befides attending to his duties as an aflor, to have compofed regularly a fheet a day. This may account in fome meafurc for the unembarraffed facility of his llyle. The fame remarks w'U apply with certain modifications, to other remaining works of this writer, the Royal Kin^ and Loyal Subject, A Challenge for Beauty, and The EngliJJi Traveller. The barb of misfortune is fheathed in the mildnefs of the writer's temperament, and the flory jogs en very comfortably without effort or refiflance, to the euthanafia of the cataflrophe. In two of thefe the perfon principally aggrieved furvives, and feels himfclf none the worfe for it. The following criticifm of Heywood's Plays is from an article in the RetroJpc£lwe Re- view {12) : — The characfler of his dramas is very various — he is fo diffimilar from himfclf, that we are tempted to doubt his identity. One can only reconcile the fadl of his having written fome of the plays afcribed to him by fuppofing, with Kirkman, that he wrote them loofely in taverns, or that he was fpurred on to their hafly produftion by necef- fity ; or laflly, that he did not originate, but only added to and altered many of them. How elfe can we account for the aullior of A IVoinan killed luilh Kindnefs, and The Englijh Traveller, writing fuch plays as Edward IV., The Fair Maid of the Exchange, &.c. We will flightly (12) Loud. 1825, vol. xi. ]jp. 126—154- Memoir of Thomas Hey wood, xxix notice thefe inferior produflions before we fpcak of thofe of a more elevated kind. The play of Edward IV. is. a long and tedious bufi- nefs. There are one or two touching parts in thofe fcencs in which Jane Shore is introduced, but Heywood has not made anything like what he might have done with fuch materials, nor, indeed, anything at all approaching to what he has himfelf done in other pieces. With the ex- ception of thofe parts, the play is mere chronicle, without poetry or dramatic fituation. The character of Matthew Shore, however, is not bad ; and there is, in the midfl. of the mifery and difaflcr with which the play abounds, a fpirit of kindnefs and humanity which obtains our good will, notwithflanding we find fo little to excite our feelings. The author has made Richard III. a very vulgar villain. The firft part of the play of If you know not jn£,yoic know Nobody ; or, the Troubles of (2ueen Elizabeth — of the in- accurate printing of which the author very much com- plains — poffcffes neither character, paffion, nor poetry. The fecond part has a more poetical air about it, and pof- feffes more of characlcr than the firfl. Old Hobfon, a blunt, honeft, and charitable citizen ; John Grefham, a wild, indomitable youth ; and Timothy, a puritanical hypocrite and knave, are well difcriminated. The only foundation for the flrange title of this piece is the anfwer of old Hobfon to an inquiry made by the Queen, " Knowefl thou not me ? then thou knowefl nobody." The Wife IVomau of Hogfdon is charadlerized by fomc humorous fituations, but poffcffes little intorcfl and Icfs poetry. Sir Boniface, one of the charac^Ts, is a humorous caricature of a pedant. Th.e Eair Maid of the A'. r(7/^/;/_i,'(.' (Hey wood's title to which is cxcee(iiiv_;ly douljt- ful, and Tiic Fair Maid of tiic W'ejl arc h;irdl\- worthy ol XXX Memoir of Thomas Heywood. notice. The Four Prentices of London is a rhyminc^, braggart producflion, which is ridiculed in Beaumont and Fletcher's Knight of tlie Burning Peflle. A Maiden-head well loft is not worth finding, and the Four Ages are as poor as the author is faid to have been by a writer of the day, who obfervcs that — ' Well of the golden age he could entreat, But little of the metal he could get.' How different in ftyle, in pathos, in the very tone of ordi- nary feeling, are thefe from the plays we are about to mention. Heywood's befl comedies are diftinguifhed by a pecu- liar air, a fuperior manner ; his gentlemen are the mofl refined and finifhed of gentlemen — refined in their nice fcnfe of the true and beautiful, their fine moral perception, and finifhed in the mofl fcrupulous attention to polite manners, mofl exafl in the obfervanccs of decorum with- out appearing rigoroufly precifc ; duftile as fufed gold to that which is good, and unmallcablc to that which is evil ; men, in fhort, 'of mofl, crc(51cd fpirits.' There is an inexpreffible charm about thofe characters, a politenefs founded on benevolence and the charities of life, a fpirit of the good and kind which twines around our affections, which gives us an elevation above the infirmities which fiefh is heir to, and identifies us with the noblenefs of foul and flrength of character which fhcd ' a glory' round their heads, Heywood, like many of our old dramatifls, deals in the extreme of characler, which frequently amounts to hcroifm. His heroes are of unihakcn purpofc, of irre- fiftible patience ; men who will fland beneath the fword fufpcndcd by a fingle hair ; and, with the power of motion, Memoir of Thomas Ileywood. xxxi ftill rcfolutely bide the confcqucnce. The point of honour is difcriminated with the mod fubtle nicety ; a vow is confidered as rcgiftered in heaven ; it is the fentence of fate, and mufl be equally inexorable. The fpirit, however, is frequently facrificed to the letter, and the good and the true are difregarded to preferve a confiflcncy with a fup- pofed virtue— a fort of characfler better calculated to fupply, from the paffionate and deep internal conflidls which it occafions, affcdling fubjcdls for the flagc, than ufeful example or inftruclion for human happinefs. To fome, this character will appear unnatural ; and fo it would be, if man were left to his own natural tendencies ; but if we grant the exiflcnce of the artificial notions of honour and virtue on which it is founded, then the charac- ters are pcrfetlly confident and natural, although acting under a falfe impreffion of what is right and juft. Fancy, for inflance, a generous, honefl, and valiant gentleman, induced by a noble duke to convey a letter to an unyield- ing lady, who is, as that gentleman conceives, unknown to him ; and, by the duke's dictation, who fufpecls that he is more intimately connected with her than is agree- able to his grace's intereft, to fwear that he will not cafl an amorous look on her, fpcak ' no familiar fyllable, touch or come near her bofom,' (Sec. Fancy him haflening to perform the duke's behefls, and difcovering, to his amaze- ment, that he has undertaken to folicit his own wife for another. Imagine him tricked into a vow, in total igno- rance of the circumflances, and refolving to bind himfclf to fo unjufl a flipulation, the effccl of which is to make two perfons miferablc, and not to make the third happy ; yet Hcywood makes Spencer, in 77ic Fair Maid of the iTt'//, rigidly perform this vow, and leave his millrcfs in a fwoon, witlioiit attempting to render her any afililance. xxxii Memoir of Thomas Heywood. The confequence is that the Fair Maid of the Wcfl, the lady in qucftion, is under the neceffity of tricking the duke into another vow, in order to get out of the diffi- culty. Thefe exaggerated fituations, however, are mixed with others of the deepeft feeling, the mofl glorious overflow- ings of the affccflions, the kindefl fympathies, the ten- derefl. fentiments. Heywood knew well the nature of human paffions, but he threw them into extravagant pofi- tions He did not deal fkilfully with the invifible world, and yet he was not altogether unacquainted with 'the winged fpirits of the air ;' he introduces them grace- fully in Love's Mijlrefs, one of the mofl. beautiful and pureft of mafques founded upon claffical mythology. " In a rank in many refpefls confiderably above the plays we firft mentioned, we mufl place the Rape of Lucrece, one of the mofl wild, irregular, and unaccount- able produ6lions of that age. Amongft the mofl extra- vagant buffoonery, we find fparks of genius which would do honour to any dramatifl ; touches of feeling to which no reader can be indifferent. The fcene in which the crime is perpetrated, and that which immediately follows, are of this defcription. The dreadful confummation is preceded by an awful note of preparation, a folemn paufe in the ftride of guilt, which makes the boldcft hold his breath, and is fucceeded by a difplay of the mofl ex- quifitely touching grief Not the leafl Angular part of this play are the fongs, which are freely introduced, and fome- what too freely exprefl"ed. Some of them arc flrange and fantaflical produclions, and one is written in a fort of Dutch jargon. One is on national prcdileclion, and is an odd and at the fame time amufing colleclion of con- trafls. It appears lo have been a favourite with the Memoir of Thomas Heywood. xxxiii author, if we may judge from the circumflance of his having alfo introduced it in the Challenge for Beauty There is in the Rape of Lticrece a flrange mixture of the solemn and ludicrous. Heywood has affigned to moft of the honefl. patricians of Rome an affumed gaiety, a reck- Icfs fpirit of merriment, a love of ' merry tunes which have no mirth in them,' all to hide the difcontcnt and forrow which lurk beneath ; but, inftead of making them merry patricians, he has ovcrfleppcd the modefly of nature, and invefled them with the livery of fools. " The next play we fhall notice is TJic Englifh Tra- veller, a production which abounds with good fcenes, good writing, and excellent fcntimcnt, and is diftinguifhed by pure, gentle, and attraiftive characters — Hey wood's characlers. They arc pcrfeclly natural, and yet appear to belong to a fuperior order to any which we fee in ordi- nary life, not in reach of intellecl;, but in fweetncfs of dif- pofition and perfection of moral characT;er, the influence of which is diffufcd over the whole of the dialogues of his befl Inlays. They are calculated, as we have before inti- inated, to make us wifer and better. \Vc might inflance for example, Mr. Generous, in TJie Lancafldre Wi/clies, two or three charaClers in the IVoman killed ivith Kiiid- ?iefs, and young Gcraldinc in lite EnoUfli Traveller. The chief and mofl intcrefling part of this play turns on the following circumflanccs: — Young Gcraldinc, on his re- turn from travel, vifits his father's friend, Wincot, a kind- hearted, honcR old gentleman, who has married a young lady, formerly the traveller's playmate, and v,-h(jm it had been reported, previoufly to his going abroad, he was to have married. Without children himfelf, Wincot has the utmoll. fondnefs for Young (ieraldine, and when he is pre- fent, can hardly bear to hear any other perfi-n r])cak ; he xxxiv Memoir of Thomas Heyivood. defires him to command his houfe, fervants, &c. ; — in fnort, treats him like a fon. Geraldine introduces his friend Delavel ; Delavel conceives a paffion for the wife, and proves a villain ; he infmuates into the mind of Geraldine's father, that his fon's vifits to Wincot are neither confiflent with his own honour, nor with the lady's reputation. Old Geraldine takes the alarm, and prevails upon his fon to promife that he will ceafe his vifits to Wincot. The latter, furprifed at his unufual abfence, and ignorant of the caufe, urges him to renew the intercourfe, or, at leafl, fatisfy him as to the caufe of his flaying away for fo long a time, and propofes a private meeting for that purpofe. An appoint- ment is accordingly made at Wincot's houfe, at a time when the family have retired to reft. They meet, and Geraldine proceeds to explain the caufe of his abfence. The attempt he makes to fee the lady before leaving, puts him in poffeffion of fatal information. He hears the wife and Delavel converfe in a manner which leaves no room to doubt the nature of their connexion. He determines to travel once more ; but before he quits the country, he cannot refufe to pay a parting vifit to his friend Wincot, who prepares a little feaft for him. Geraldine ftudioufly avoids both his miftrefs and his falfe friend. The former, however, feeks for, and fucceeds in gaining, an occalion of fpeaking to him in private T]ie Challenge for Beauty, is founded upon the following incicidents : IfabcUa, the imperious queen of Spain and Portugal, arrogates to herfelf the perfeclion of beauty and virtue, and inflic'ls the penalty of banifhment on Bonavida an honeft nobleman, for not affenting to the jufiice of her claims. The fcntence is to continue in force until fuch time as he can produce the equal of the royal paragon. He travels far and near, but without (uccefs, until he fets Memoir of Thomas Hey wood, xxxv his foot upon the fhores of England, and there he meets with the objefl of his fearch, in the perfon of the beautiful Hellena. He is fmitten with her charms, offers her his hand, and, in due feafon, is accepted. It is neceffar\-, however, that he fhould return to Spain, to make arrange- ments for redeeming his fentence, and on his departure he leaves her a ring, with a flricl injunction not to part with it, on any confideration whatever. He arrives in his native country, unfolds the fuccefs of his fearch, is required to produce the formidable rival of royalty, and on his failure to do fo, is thrown into prifon. Meanwhile the jealous Ifabella defpatches Pineda and Centella, two bafe courtiers, to England, to try to obtain poffefilon of the ring which Bonavida had given to Hellena, and on the obtaining of which he had offered to rcfl the iffue of his caufe. On their arrival in England, one of them makes love to her maid, and perfuades her to (leal the ring, which fhe fuccceds in doing, whilfl her miflrefs is wafning her hands. She delivers it to her pretended lover, who im- mediately flies with it to Spain, as an indifputable proof of the inconflancy of Hellena. The queen triumphs in the fuccefs of her flratagem ; — Bonavida is brought out of prifon, to be a witnefs of the fliame of his miRrefs, which is proclaimed by the two emiffaries, and proved by the production of the ring, the identity of which Bonavida acknowledges. For his infolcnt difparagemcnt of the fovereign of beauty and virtue, he is condemned to death. At the appointed time, everything being prepared, and the executioner ready to do his office, Hellena, to whom the deceived maid had confeffed the fraud wliich had been praclifcd upon her, and who has a fhrewd fufpicion of the fource of it, appears on the fpot TIic Cliallciigc for Beauty is full of aclion and intercH, "and pofreffcs a great xxxvi Memoir of Thomas Heywood. variety of well-difcriminated charaftcrs ; the arrogant and vain-glorious Ifabella, the vivacious vanity of Pctrocella, and the noble innocence and enterprife of Hellena,aniongfl the female, and the weak and yielding king and his lying courtiers, the mixture of boafting and pride, with high honour, in Valladaura, and the fierce contempt and rigid integrity of Mountferrers, amongfl the male characlers, form altogether a varied and pleafing group. There is great vivacity in this performance, and fometimes con- fiderable fmartnefs of repartee ; as, for example, in the fcene between Petrocella and Valladaura, an old lover jufl returned from a cruifc, and Aldana, the lady's foolifh old father. The Royal King and Loyal Suhjccl is a good play, with- out poffeffmg any very flriking fcencs, but we cannot fay fo much for the moral of it. — It is a perfecft fample of loyal non-irefiflance— of paflive obedience pufhed to its extreme verge ; it is not the cafe of a pliant fycophant — a mere court nonentity, the contempt which mufl accompany whofe all-complying nature would have been a fufficient equipoife to his flavifh obedience ; but it is that of a mag- nanimous, valiant, and difcrcet gentleman, who is as blindly fubmiffive as the mod abfolute defpot could defire. The fubflance of the ftory is, that certain noble perfons about court, jealous of the virtues, fame, and kingly favour which the marfhal, " the loyal fubjccl," enjoys, endeavour to prejudice the royal mind againft him. They fuccecd fo far as to induce the royal, or tyrant king to prove him — to put his virtue, that is his power of bearing and for- bearing, to the fevercfl teft which royal ingenuity can devife. The king firft flrips him of all his offices, one by one, and in the moR public and contemptuous manner befiows them upon his unworthy enemies, and then banifhes Memoir of Tho7nas Heyiuood. xxxvii him from court. Undcrflanding that the mardial has two daughters, the king defpatches a nobleman with a com- mand for him to fend to court her of the two who is the moft dear to him. The marfhal fends the elder, who, by her beauty and grace, gains the affeflions of majefly, and is made his queen. The marfhal, who forefaw this event, had inflrudled his daughter, when (he found herfelf preg- nant, to fpeak of the fuperior beauty of her fifter, and the greater affeftion which the marfhal had for her. Here- upon his majefly, in feeming rage, packs off his queen to her father, and requires the other daughter to be fent to him. The marfhal delays complying with this requifition (the only inflance of his difobedience) for three months. At lafl, he fends the queen crowned, accompanied with a double dowry, and attended by her fiflcr to court, he him- felf remaining at a convenient diflance, and begging per- miffion to prefent his majefly with a more valuable prcfent than anything he had yet fent. The king confents — the marflial approaches, and prefents a magnificent cradle and a young prince. —A reconciliation takes place, and the marfhal receives a king's daughter for his wife,— but his probation does not end here — he undergoes a public trial, and, that having terminated in his triumph, and the dif- comfiture of his enemies, the fccnc clofes. The befl known and befl of Heywood's plays is A \Vo)iiaH Killrd luitli Ki/idiw/s. This is the moft tearful of tragedies ; the moll touching in llory ; the mofl patlielic in detail ; — it raifcs, in the reader's breafl, " a fca of troubles ;" a sympatliy the moft engroffing ; a grief the moft profound. We are overwhelmed with the emotion of the unhappy fufferers, and are carried along in tl;e ftream of diftrefs, incapable of reliftancc, and unconfeioua of anvthiu'r but the fccne before us. If the niiferable xxxviii Memoir of Thomas Hey wood. termination of a guilty connexion can ever ferve as an example to thofe who are flill innocent, the unparalleled agony exhibited in this tragedy, mufl ferve as an awful beacon to warn the pure and inexperienced. . . . The fub- jedl of this domeflic tragedy, the conjugal infidehty of Mrs. Frankford, is pretty much the fame as that of The Englijh Traveller ; but is infinitely more diflreffmg in its details. Mrs. Frankford is reprefented as a pure and good woman, and yet fhe furrenders at difcretion, or rather at indifcretion, hardly making a fhew of refiflance. It mufl be admitted, that the tempter fuflains his caufe in a very artful manner, with many a glozing wile ; but yet the conquefl appears unnaturally precipitate. This, however, does not at all diminifli the interefl, or intenfity, of the fcenes which follow. The underplot of this play is alfo of an interefling and affecling kind. The occafional rhyme with which fome, even the mofl folemn paffages, canter off, gives an unpleafant jerk to the courfe of our feelings ; it caufes too violent a change in the meafure and produces a difagree- able cffea." From an article on " Beaumont and Fletcher and their Contemporaries," which appeared in the Edviburgh Revieiu fome thirty years ago, (12) we extra6l the following eftimate of Hey wood : — Heywood is one of the moR prolific of all dramatics ; and his works of other forts are likewife numerous. He declares himfelf to have compofed, in whole or in part, two hundred and twenty plays ; and accounts for the fewnefs (13) Ed. Rev. April, 1841, pp. 221—223. Memoir of Thomas Heywood. xxxix of thofe that have been printed, amounting, fo far as we can now difcover, to fewer than thirty. His range of fub- je ners. Ajiiong thefe were his Fair Maid of the Exchaiige- a love-comedy of intrigue, " very deleflable and full of mirth;" and the two parts of the Fair Maid of the V]^cfl which is a lively mixture of native and familiar life with foreign and romantic adventure. His better plays, how- ever, are probably later, and therefore poffefs an additional intercfl for us, while we look towards Fletcher's fclioo' and works. Such is TIic EnglifJt Traveller, a comedy much in Ben Jonfon's manner ; with a double plot, in" genioufly combined, and folemnized, in the death of the feduced wife, by a tragic fentiment refembling that which makes the flory of his older tragedy. His Wife Wouan of Hoi^fdon, a comedy of intrigue, not without intereft nor force of characftcr, has not been reprinted fmcc the feven- tecnth century; nor has his Maidenhead IVell Lof — a play far fuperior, which has a romantic air of feeling, well kept up, and has furnilhed, in feveral of its fituations, hints for Maffmger's Great Diilce of Florence. We have dwelt long upon Heywood, becaufe he is a writer for whom we entertain a great affcclion. Charles Lamb has called him '' a profe Shakcfpeare ;" and the expreffion conveys the idea of much that characlicrizes his manner. He is one of the mofl moral of the dramatifls of his time ; and there is a natural repofc in his fcenes, which contrafls jiloafingly with the cxciicnicnt that reigns in moll of his contemporaries. He walks (]uiet]y to and fro among his charaClers whiic thev are yet at large as members of Memoir of Thomas Heywood. xli focicty ; contenting himfelf with a fad fmile at their follies, or with a frequent warning to them on the confcqucnces of their crimes." We have evidence that Heywood was for many- years engaged upon a colle6lion of the Lives of Poets of his own day and country, as well as of other times and nations. It would of courfe have included Shakefpeare, and his dramatic pre- deceffors and contemporaries; and it is poffible that the manufcript or part of it, may yet lurk in fome unexplored receptacle. Richard Braith- wayte, in his Scholars Medley, 1614, gave the earlieft information of Heywood's intention to make " a defcription of all Poets' lives ;" and, ten years afterwards, in his Nine Books of various Hifory conccrnijig IVovien, Heywood himfelf tells us that the title of his proje6led w^ork would be The Lives of all the Poets, modern and f reign. It was ftill in progrcfs in 1635, when the HierarcJiie of tJie Bleffed Angells appeared, on p. 245 of which work we meet with the following paffage : — " In proceeding further I might have forcftalled a worke, which hereafter (I hope) by God's affiftance, to commit to the publick view ; namely, the Lives of all the Poets, Forrcinc and modcrne, from the firft before Homer, to the noviffinii and laft, of what nation or language focver." The manner in which he would probably have xlii Memoir of Thomas Heywood. treated the fubjeft makes us flill more regret the lofs of his colle6lion of the Lives of the Poets ; and we may judge of that manner from the terms in which he fpeaks of his great contemporaries in the body of the work juft quoted. What he fays of them affords a curious proof of the kindly and famihar footing on which they lived with each other. Though the paffage is now well known, we fliall venture to quote it once more. He is complaining in a mood half ferious, half comic, of the difrefpecl which Poets in his time met with from the world, compared with the honours paid them by antiquity. " Greene^ who had in both Academies ta'ne Degree of Mafler, yet could never gainc To be call'd more than Robin ; who, had he Profeft ought fave the Mufe, ferv'd and been free After a feven-yeares' prentifefhip, might have (With credit too) gone Robert to his grave. Mario, renowned for his rare art and wit, Could ne're attainc beyond the name of Kit, Although his Hero and Lcaiidcr did Merit addition rather. Famous Kid Was call'd but Todi. Tom Wat/on, though he wrote Able to make Apolhi's fclfc to dote Upon his Mufe, for all that he could Rrivc, Yet never could to his full name arrive. Tom NaJJi (in his time of no fmall efleeme) Could not a fccond fyllable rcdeeme. Memoir of Tho?nas Heyivood. xliii Excellent Bcwmont, in the formofl ranke Of the rar'fl wits, was never more than Frcutck. Mellifluous Shake-fpeare, whofe inchanting quill Commanded mirth or paffion, was but Will ; Arid famous yon/on, though his learned pen Be dipt in Caftaly, is ftill but Ben. Fletcher and Web/ler, of that learned packe None of the mean fl, yet neither was but Jacke. Decker's but Tom ; nor May nor Middlcton j And hee's now but Jacke Foord\\YA.\. once was Johnl' " Poffibly," fays Charles Lamb, in quoting the above paffage, " our Poet was a little fore, that this contemp- tuous curtailment of their baptifmal names was chiefly exercifed upon his Poetical Brethren of the Drama. We hear nothing about Sam. Daniel, or Ned Spenfer in his catalogue. The familiarity of common difcourfe might probably take the greater liberties with the dramatic poets, as conceiving of them as more upon a level with the flage aclors. Or did their greater publicity, and popu- larity in confcquence, faften thefe diminutives upon them out of a feeling of love and kindnefs ? Doubtlefs Hey- wood had an indiflincl conception of this truth when (coming to his own name), with that beautiful retracing which is natural to one who, not fatirically given, has wandered a little out of his way into fomething recrimina- tive, he goes on to fay : — ' Nor fpcakc I this, that any here cxprcfl, Should think themfelucs lefle worthy than the reft, Whofe names haue their full fyllable and found ; Or that Fraiick, Kit., or lackc, are the Icaft wound Vnto their fame and merit. I for my part (Thinkc others what they pleafe) accept that Iieart xliv Memoir of Thomas Heywood, Which courts my loue in mofl famihar phrafe ; And that it takes not from my paines or praifc. If any one to me fo bluntly com, I hold he loues me befl that calls me Toni.^ " We can figure to ourfelves no higher pwze, of a literary kind, than the difcovery of the manu- fcript of the hves of fuch men by fuch a man, who would probably have given us their great chara6leriftics and individual peculiarities, and have dwelt with fond detail upon the fcenes of their early and fecial intercourfe. But whatever of Heywood's writing may be lofl, enough remains to warrant our affigning him a high place among that brilliant company of poets and dramatifts who adorned the reigns of Elizabeth and of the firft James and Charles. There were others, perhaps, who had more fire of poetry, more brilliancy of wit, or more fervour of paffion ; but in dealing with the com- mon life which is in all ages effentially the fame, none fhowed a truer tendernefs and pathos, a more thoroughly human fympathy, than Thomas Heywood. To his worthie friend the Authour, Mafter 'Thomas Heywood, HKywood, li'Iicn mot ivcigh tndy what thou art, How the whole frame of learning clainies a part 111 thy deepe apprehenfum ; and then fee, To knowledge added fo wuch induflry ; Who will deny thee the befi Palme and Bayes ? And that to name thee, to himfelfe is praife. Asfrft, which I muft everfirftpreferre, Thy skill in Poetry, where thoii fo firre Haft gone, as none beyoiid thee, and Jia/l writ, 1 hat after-ages initfi defpaire of wit Or matter to write more. Nor art tJioii leffe, In whatfoerc thy fancy will expreffe. Thy pen commands all hiflory, all actions. Com f els. Decrees, men, maimers. States, and factions, Playes. Epiccdiums, Odes, and Ly ricks, Tranflations, Epitapiis, and Pancgyricks : They all doe fpeake thy worth. Nor doft thou teach Things meere prophane ; brit thy great Mufe does reach Above the Orbes, unto the ntmo/l skie. And makes traifltion unto Dei tie. Wlien thou withfuch high flraines dctainfl our eares, As might become the Angels, or the SpJieares. Wliat Reader then in ju /lice can decline From this afj'ertion \ Poets are dii'ine. Rapt with a heavenly f re, wliich is made knowne Ry no example better than thine owne. Sh. Marmion. To the learned Authour Mafter Thomas Heywood. WHo can deny but Poets take their birth Fromfo7ne thing that's more excellent than earth ? Since thofe harmo7iious Jlrains that fill our tares, Proclaifne their neere allyance with the Spheares, And /Jieives their Art all Arts as farre exceed As doth the fiery-Cane., the weakejt Reed. That Matter which fix lines of Profe rehearfe. May fitly be contained in one Verfe ; Yea, and fo pithily {if well compared) That out of it whole Bookes may be extracted. A Prefideitt whereof if thou wotildfi find, I prethee gentle Reader bend thy mind To what this little Volume doth containe, Andftire the frtiit will reco7npence thy pai)ie. The fibjecl with the Authour s names agree, Who all have left unto Pofte7-itie Such Noble badges of their learned fame. That 7ny weake Pe7i ca7i 7io way fJiew the fame ; Therefore doe thou, oh Heywood, weare the Bayes As thy jufi 7nerit 77ia7iy thoufa7id wayes. For this thy Worke, with others heretofore Shall honor thee till ti7ne fhall be 7io 7/i07'e. D. E. To my praife-worthy friend Mafter Thomas Heywood. THy Worth unto the Kncwing World is knowne. Let Criticks cetifure others by their oivne, And tin^ tlieir foreheads with a purple fha^ne, \ When they JJiall fee thy Works, or heare thy Name, \ IVhi/fl with thy owne, thou fctfl forth others fame j ) Whofe lofty Anthems, in our Englifli tone Thoufing'Jl, and mak^fl them live, though dead &^ gone. What barking or untutot^d Momus then Will dare to belch againfl thy learned Pen f Wliofe worthier Lines, nnto their foule difgrace, Shall fpit defiance in a brafetiface ; And when th' art dead, thy Poefie fJiallfing Such pleafantfiraines, whereof the World fliall ring ; And }Lr\\\csfelfe, infpig/it of all Affayes, Sliall croivne thy Tombeflone zvith eternall Bayes. S.N. THE AUTHOR TO HIS BOOKE. The world's a theater, the earth ajlaire, ^ , ' So compared Which God and nature doth luith actors fill : by the Kings have their entrance ift due equipage^ ^^ ^^'^' A/id/ome there parts play well, atul others ill. The befi no better are (in this theater). Where every hmnor^s fitted in his kinde ; This a true fnbie^ ads, and that a tray tor, The firfi applauded, and the lafi confined ; This plaies an honefi man, ajid that a knave, A gentle per/oti this, and he a clowne, One man is ragged, and another braiw : All men have parts, and each ojie acts his owne. She a cha/le lady aHctli all her life ; A wanton curtezan another playes ; This covets marriage love, that nuptial firife ; Both in continual action fpend their dayes : Some citizens, fome foldiers, borne to advoiter. Sheepheards, and fea-men. Then our flays begun When we are borne, and to the world fiifi ctitcr, Andallfinde exits wlien their parts are done. If then the world a tlieater prefent. As by the roundneffe it appears ?nofifit. Built with fiarre galleries of hye afcoit, hi which Jehove doth as fpeHator fit, And cJiiefe determiner to applaud the befi. And their indevours crowne with more then merit; But by their evill actions doomes the rcfi To end difgrat t, whilfi others praife inherit ; He that denyes tJicn theaters fiiould be. No theater He may as well deny a world to me. "° ^'°'' " Thomas Heywood* * Prefixed to Hcywood's Apology for Actors (1612). THE FIRST and Second parts of King Edward the Fourth. CONTAINING, His meric paftime with the Tanner of Tam- worth, as alfo his loue to fairc Miftriffe Shore, her great promotion, fall and miferie, and laftly the lamentable death of both her and her husband. Likewife the befieging of London, by the Baftard Falconbridge, and the valiant defence of the fame by the Lord Maior and the Citizens. As it hath diuers times beene publikely played by the Right Honourable the Earle of Dcrbie his feruants. Imprinted at London by F. K for Hitntfrey Lo'd'ncs and /('/-.v 0:'-rn:':-i fisa-icls of th. cour:. 6 The firjl part of And thus you fawne, and footh your wanton king : But Edward, hadfl thou prizd thy maieflie, Thou neuer wouldfl haue flaind thy princely flate With the bafe leauings of a fubiecls bed, Nor borne the blemifh of her bigamy. A widow, is it not a goodly thing % Grafs children, come ask bleffing of the King. Qiteene. Nay, I befeech your grace my lady York, Euen as you are a princefs and a widow, Think not fo meanly of my widowhood : A fpotlefs Virgin came I firfl to Gray ; With him I liu'd a true and faithful wife ; And fmce his high imperiall maiefly Hath pleas'd to bleffe my poor deie6led flate With the high Soueraign title of his Queene, I here protefl before the holl of heauen, I came as chafle a widow to his bed As when a virgin I to Gray was wed. Ki7!g. Come, come, haue done. Now you haue chid enough. God's foot, we were as merry ere flie came as any people in Chrijlcndom, I with the mif- treffe and thefe vvdth the maids, only we haue no fidlers at our feafl ; but, mother, you haue made a fit of mirth. Welcome to Grafton, mother. By my troth, you are euen iufl come as I wifhed you here. Let vs go to fupper ; and in charity giue vs your bleffmg ere we go to bed. Dutch. O Edward, Edzuard ! fly and leaue this place, Wherein, poor filly king, thou art enchanted, This is her dam of Bcdfords work, her mother, That hath bewitch'd thee, Edicnxrd, my poor child. Diflionour not the princes of thy land, To make them kneele with reverence at her feet, That, ere thou didfl empale with foueraigntie. They would haue fcorned to haue lookd vpon. Theres no fuch difference twixt the greateft peere And the poor fiUiefl kitching-maido that liucs, As is betwixt thy worthiuef? and lier? King Edward the fourth. 7 Qucene. I do confefle it : yet, my lady Yorke, My mother is a dutchefle, as you are, A princeffe born, the Duke of Bedford's wife. And, as you knowe, a daughter and a ftfler Vnto the royall blood of Burgu?idy. But you cannot fo bafely think on me, As I do think of thefe vain worldly titles. God from my foule my fmne as far diuide. As I am far from boafling in this pride ! Scl. Madam, flie is the mirror of her kinde. Had fhe but fo much fpleen as hath a gnat, Her fpirits would flartle to abide your taunts. She is a faint, and, madam, you blafpheme, To wrong fo fweet a lady. Dutch. Thou art a minion and a flatterer. Sd. Madam, but that you are my Soueraigncs Mother, I would let you know that you wrong a gentleman. How. Good coufm Sellinger, haue patience. Her grace's rage, by too much violence. Hath fpent itfelf already into air. Dear madam, 1 befeech you, on my knee. Tender that louing-kindneffe to the Queene, That I dare fweare fhe doth in foule to you. Edw. Well faid, good coz; I pray thee, make them friends. Why, how now, Befs, what weepel nay then, lie chide you. What fudden newes comes by this meffenger % Enter a Meffenger. Mefs. My foueraign lord, the baflard Falconhridge Of late hath fLirr'd rebellion in the fouth. Encouraging his forces to dcliuer King Henry, late depos'd, out of the loiucr. To liim the malcontented commons flock From euery jjart of Siiffex, Kent., and Effex, >.l!s army waxed twenlie llioufand llrong, 8 The jirjl part of And, as it is fuppos'd by circumllance, Meane to take London, if not well defended. Edw. Well, let this Phaeton, that is mounted thus, Look he fit furely, or, by England's George^ He breake his necke. This is no new euafion ; I furely thought that one day I fliould fee That baftard Falcon take his wings to mount Into our eagle-aerie. Methought I faw Black difcontent fit euer on his browe, And now I fee I calculated well. Good coufm Hoiuard, and Tom Scllwger, This night wele fpend in feafl and iollity With our new Queen and our beloued mother : To morrow you fhall haue a commiffion To raife vp powers againft this haughty rebel. Sirrah, depart not till you know our pleafure. You fhall conuey vs letters back to London Vnto the Mayor, Recorder, and our friendes. Is fupper ready ? come by, my bonny Beffe. Welcome, mother ; we are all your guefls. Exeunt. Enter Falconbridge /cith Iris troops marching, Si:)icing, Smoke, Chub, and others. Fal. Hold, drumme ! Spi. Hold, drumme, and be hanged ! Smoke. Hold, drum, hold ! peace then, ho ! Silence to the proclamation. Spi. You lie, you rogue ; tis to the oration. Chub. Nay, then, you all lie ; tis to the coblication. Fat. True hearted Englifli, and our valiant friends. Ait. Ho ! braue General, ifailh. Spi. Peace there, you rogues, or I will fplit your chaps. Eal. Dear countrymen, I publickly proclaime, If any wronged difcontented Englifli, Toucht with true feeling of King Henry's wrongs, IJenry the Sixt, the lawfull king of England.. King Edward the fourth, 9 Who, by that tyrant Edward, the vfurper, Is held a wretched prifoneV in the Tower. If any man that faine would be enfranchis'd From the fad yoke of YorkiJJi feruitude, Vnder which we toil like naked galley-flaues, Know he that Thomas Neuille, the Lord Falcon- bridge All. I, I, a Falambridge ! a Falconhridge ! Spi. Peace, ye clamorous rogues ! On, General, with your oration. Peace, there ! Fal. Pitying King Henry's poor dillreffed cafe, Arm'd with his title and a fubiedl's zeal. Takes vp jufl amies againfl. the houfe of Yorke, And does proclaime our ancient liberty. All. Liberty, liberty, liberty, general liberty ! Fal. We. do not rife like Tyler, Cade, and Strata, Bluebeard, and other of that rafcal rout, Bafely like tinkers or fuch muddy flaues, For mending meafures or the price of corne, Or for fome common in tlie wield of Kent Thats by fome greedy cormorant enclos'd, Put in the tme and antient lawfull right Of the redoubted houfe of Lancajlcr. Our blood is noble, by our birth a Ncuille, And by our lawful line, Lord Talcoiibrldge. Whofe here thats of fo dull a leaden temper, That is not fired with a Neuille's name % All. A Ncuille ! a Neuille ! a Ncuille ! Fal. Our quarrell, like ourfelf, is honourable, The law our warrant. S7r,oke. I, I, the law is on our fide. Cltub. 1, the law is in our hands. Spi. Peace, you rogues ! Fal. And more : a blefhng by the word pro- pos'd To thofe that aide a true anointed king. Courage, braue fnirits, and cry a Falconbridgc\ AH. A Falionbrid^c \ a F..iko,d>rid^c ' lo The firji part of Fal. We will be Maflers of the Mint ourfelues, And fet our own flamp on the golden coin. We'll flioe our neighing couriers with no worfe Than the pureft filuer that is folde in Cheape. At Leadenhall, we'll fell pearles by the pecke, As now the mealmen vfe to fell their meal. In Wejinmijicr^ we'll keep a folemne court, And build it bigger to receiue our men. Cry Falcovbridge, my hearts, and liberty ! AIL Falconbridge ai.d liberty, &c. Smoke. Peace, ye flaues ; or I will fmoke ye elfe. Chub. Peace, ye flaues, or I will chub your chaps ; but indeed thou mayefl well fmoke them, becaufe thy name is Smoke. Smoke. Why, firs, I hope Smoke, the fmith of Chep- /lead, is as good a man as Chub, the chandler oi Sand- wich. Spi. Peace, ye rogues ', what, are you quarrelling ] and now lift to Captaine Spicijig. You know Chcapfide : there are the mercers' fhops. Where we \vill meafure veluet by the pikes, And filkes and fatins by the flreet's whole bredth : We'le take the tankards from the conduit-cocks To fill with ipocras and drinke caroule. Where chains of gold and plate fliall be as plenty As wooden diflies in the wild of Kent. Smoke. Oh, brauely faid, Ned Spicing \ the honeft- efl lad that euer pound fpice in a mortar. Now fpeaks Captaine Smoke. Looke, lads ; for from this hill ye may difcerne The louely town which we are marching to : That fame is London, lads, ye looke vpon : Range all arow, my heares, and fland at gaze. As do the herds of deere at fome flrange fight. Or as a troop of hungry trauellers, ITiat fixe their eyes vpon a furniflit fcalT. Tooke how the Tower dotli tice vs to come on, To take out Henry the Sixt, there prifoner : King Edward the fourth. i r See how Saint Katharines fmokes ; wipe, flaues, your eyes, And whet your (lomachs for the good malt-pies. Cfmb. Why, then, belike I am nobody. Room and avoidance, for now fpeaks Captain CJmb. No fooner in Lotidon will wee be, But the bakers for you, the brewers for mee, Birchiii lane fhall fuite vs. The coflermongers fruite vs, The poulters fend vs in fowl, And butchers meate without controul : And euer when we fuppe or dine, The vintners freely bring vs in wine. In anybody aske who fhall pay. Cut off his head and fend him away. Tliis is Captain Chub^s law, whofoeuer fay nay. Fal. Erauely refolued, fo march we forward all, And boldly fay, good luck fhall us befall. Exeunt. Enter the Lord Mayor., M. Shore, a7id M. JofTelin, in their vcluct coats and gorgets, and leading Jlaites. Mayor. This is well done. Thus fhould good Citti- zens Fafhion themfelues as well for warre as peace. Haue ye commanded that in euery flreete They hang forth lights as foon as night comes on ? Say coufm Sliore ; that was referr'd to you. Shore. We haue, my lord. Befides, from euery hall There is at Icafl two hundred men in armes. Mayor. It cheeres my heart to hear this readi- neffe. Let neuer rebels put true fubiecl:s down. Come when they will, their welcome fliall be fuch, As they had better ke])t them furtlicr oft. But wliere is !\Iairicr RiXordcr ? his aduice l\r;i!l not be wanting in thefe high affairs. ShufL .\bijul ail hoar aj;'), and foir.cwli.it more, 1 2 The firji part of I left him fortifying the bridge, my lord \ Which done, he purpofed to meete you here. Maior. A difcreet painful gentleman he is, And we muft all of vs be fo incHn'd, If we intend to haue the City fafe, Or look for thanks and credit with the King. I tell ye, mafLers, aged though I be, I, for my part, will to no bed this night. yof. Why, is it thought the Baftard is fo near ? Alaior. How meane ye, Maifler yoffclin, by near % He neither comes from Italy nor Spain ; But out of Kent and Effex, which you know Are both fo near, as nearer cannot be. y^of. Nay, by your patience, good my Lord, a word. Simple tho' I am, yet I mufl confefs, A niifchief further off would, and fo forth ; You knowe my meaning. Things not feene before Are, and fo forth. Yet, in good fadneffe, I would that all were well ; and perchance It may be fo. ^Vhat ! were it not for hope, The heart, and fo forth. But to the matter : You raeane and purpofe ; I, I am fure ye do. Maior. Well, maifler yoffdin, we are fure ye mean well. Although fomewhat defe6liue in your vtterance. yof. Ay, ay, my Lord Maior, I am you know, Willing, ready, and fo forth ; tut, tut, for me, ha, ha ! My manfion is at Ham, and thence, you know, I come to help you m this needfuU time, When rebels are fo bufy, and fo forth. What, maflers? age mud ncuer 1.)e defpis'd. You fliall find me, my Lord, flill, and fo forth. Enter Urswick, iiie Rcconhr. Shor,. Mv 1:)'-'], n iw iV'i;- < •))!'•- M iMii."- lieoirdcr King Edward the fourth. 1 3 Rec, Good eu'n, my good Lord Maior. The (Ircets are chain'd, The bridge well mann'd, and euery place prepar'd. Shall we now go together and confult What elfe there is to be determin'd of? Maior. Your coming, Maifler Recorder, was the thing We all defired j therefore, let vs confult. And now what fay ye, if with halfe our power We iffue forth and giue the rebels fight ? Rcc. Before they do prouoke vs nearer hand. There were no way to that, if all be j^leafed. Whats your opinion, Maifler 'yofjdvi 'i Jof. Good footh, my lord Maior and Maifler Re- corder, You may take your choice ; but, in my conceit, Iffue if you will, or elfe flay if you will. A man can neuer be too wary and fo forth. Yet, as to iffue will not be the worfl, Even fo to tarry. Well, you may think more on't, But all is one ; we fliall be fure to fight, And you are wife enough to fee your time \ \, I, a God's name. Rec. My Lord, Accept his meaning jjetter than his counfell. Maior. I, fo we do, or elfe we were to blame. What if we flop the paffage of the Thames With fuch prouifion as we haue of fliips ? Rec. 'Tis doubtful yet, my lord, wliethcr the rebels Purpofe that way to feek our detriment. Rather, mefecmeth, they will come by land, And either make affault at London ]h-id:::;e. Or elfe at Aid'^atc, both which entrances Were good they fliould be flrongly fortified. Jof. Well faid, maiRer Recorder. You do. I, I I ye warrant. Rcc. As for tlic otlier, the whole companies C)f Mercers, Grocers, Drapers, and the rcfl, 14 The Jirjl part of Are drawne together, for their befl defence, Befide the Tower, a neighbour to that place, As on the one fide it will cleare the riuer, So on the other, with their ordinance. It may repulfe and beate them from the gate. A noifc wiihitio Maior. What noife is this % prouide ye fuddenly, And euerie man betake him to his charge. Enter a Meffens;cr. Shore. Soft ; who is this ? How now, ray friende, what newes ? Mcf. My mafler, the Lieutenant of the Tower, Giues ye to vnderfland he hath defcried The army of the rebels. Rec. Which way come they % Mef. From Effexward ; and therefore 'tis his mind You guard both Aldgate well and Bijliopfgatc. Maior. Saint George, away ! and let vs all refolue Either to vanquifli this rebellious rout, Preferue our goods, our children, and our wiues, Or feale our refolution with our hues. Exeunt. Enter Falconbridge, with Spicing and his Troopes. Fal. Summon the City, and command our en trance ; Which, if we fhall be flubbornly denied, Our power fliall rufh like thunder through the walls. Spi. Open your gates, flaues, when 1 command ye. Spicing beats on the gates, and then enters the Lord Maior and his affociatcs, 'with prentices. Maior. What's he that beats tlms at the City gates, Ki7ig Edward the fourth. 1 5 Commanding entrance as he were a king ? Fal. He that will haue releafement for a King, 1, Thomas Neuilic, the Lord Falconbridge. Spi. Ho, firrah, you clapperdudgin, vnlocke, vn- bolt ! or I'll bolt you, if I get in. Stand you preach- ing, with a pox % Maior. We haue no warrant, Thomas Falconbridge, To let your armed troops into our city, Confidering you haue taken vp thefe arms Againfl our foueraign and our countries peace. Fai. I tell thee, Afaior, and know he tells thee fo, That Cometh armed in a king's defence, That I craue entrance in King Henry s name. In right of the true line of Lancajlcr. Methinks that word, fpoke from a Neuillds mouth, Should like an earthquake rend your chained gates. And tear in pieces your portcuUifes. I thunder it again into your ears. You flout and braue couragious Londoners ; In Hc7iry''s name, I craue my entrance in. Rec. Should Henry's name command the entrance here, We fliould deny allegiance vnto Edward^ Whofe true and faithful fubie6ls we are fworn, And in whofe prefence is our fword vpborne. Fal. I tell thee, traitor, then thou bear'fl thy fword Againfl thy true vndoubted king. Shore. Nay, then, I tell thee, baflard Falcotibridge, My lord Maior bears his fword in his defence, That put the fword into the arms of Londo?i, Made the lord Maiors for euer after knights, Richard, depos'd by Henry Bolinghroke, From whom the houfe of Yorke doth claime theii right. Fal. What's he that anfwcrs vs thus faucily % Smoke. Sirrah, youi name, tliai wc may know ye hereafter. 1 6 The firjl part of Shore. My name is Shore, a goldfmith by my trade. Fal. What ! not that Shore that hath the dainty wife ? Shords wife, the flow'r of London for her beauty ! Shore. Yes, rebel, eu'n the very lame. Spi. Run, rafcal, and fetch thy wife to oui General prefently, or elfe all the gold in Cheapfide cannot ranfom her. Wilt thou not flirre when I bid thee? Fal. Shore, liflen : thy wife is mine, thats flat. This night, in thine own houfe, flie fleeps with me. Now, Crosby, lord Maior, fliall we enter in ? Maior. Crosby, the lord Maior, tells thee, proud rebel, no. Fal. No, Crosby fhall I not ? Then doting lord, I cram the name of rebel down thy throat. There's not the poorefL rafcal of my camp. But if he chance to meet thee in Chcapfidc, Vpon thy foot-cloth, he fliall make thee light, And hold his flirrup while he mount thy horfe, Then lackey him which way he pleafe to go. Crosby, I'll make the citizens be glad To fend thee and the aldermen, thy brethren, All manacled and chain'd like galley-flaues. To ranfom them and to redeem the city. Maior. Nay, then, proud rebel, paufe, and liear me fpeak. There's not tlie jjoorefl and mean eft citizen, That is a faithful fubieft to the King, But, in defpite of thy rebellious rout. Shall walk to Bowe, a fmall wand in his hand, Although thou lie encamp'd at Mile-end Green, And not the proudeft rebel of you all Shall dare to touch him for hir, damned foul. Come, we will pull vp our ])ortcullifes, And let me fee thee enter if ihoii dare. King Edward tJie fourth. 1 7 Fill. Spoken like a man, and true veliict-iackct, And we will enter, or flrike by the way. Exeunt. Enter Lord Maior, Recorder, and loffelin. Maior. Where's Mafler Recorder and Mafler lof- felin ? Rec. Here, my lord Maior. We now haue manned the walls. And fortified fuch places as were needfull. Maior. Why, it is well, brothers and citizens ; Sticke to your city as good men fliould do. Think that in RicJiards time even fuch a rebel Was then by Walworth^ the lord Maior of London, Stabb'd dead in Sniithficld. 'I'hen fliow yourfelues as it befits the time, And let this find a hundred Walworths now Dare flabbe a rebell, were he made of braffe. And, prentices, flick to your officers. For you may come to be as we are now. God and our King againfl an arrant rebel ! Brothers, away ; let vs defend our walles. Firft Ap. My Lord, your wordes are able to infufe A double courage in a coward's breafl. Then feare not vs ; although our chins be bare, Our hearts are good : the trial fliall be feene Againfl thefe rebels on this champion greene. Sec. Ap. We haue no trickes nor policies of warre, I)Ut by the antient cuflom of our fathers, \\'e'll foundly lay it on ; take't off that will : And, London prentices, be rul'd by me ; Die ere ye lofe fair Londons liberty. Spi. How now, my flat-caps ; are you growne fo brave ? 'Tis l)ut your wordes : when matters come to proofe, You'll feud as twere a company of flieei)e. ' c 1 8 The fir ft part of My counfel therefore is to keepe your fhoppes/ What lacke you? better will befeeme your mouthes Than terms of warre. In footh, you are too yong. Firjl Ap. Sirrah, go to ; you fhall not finde it fo. Flat-caps thou call'fL vs. We fcorne not the name, And fliortly, by the vertue of our fwords, We'll make your cappe fo fit unto your crowne, As fconce and cappe and all fhall kiffe the ground. Sec. Ap. You are thofe defperate, idle, fwaggering mates, That haunt the fuburbes in the time of peace. And raife vp ale-houfe brawls in the flreete ; And when the rumour of the warre begins, You hide your heads, and are not to be found. Thou term'il it better that we keep our fhoppes. It's good indeede wee fhould have luch a care, But yet, for all our keeping now and then, Your pilfring fingers break into our locks, Vntil at Tyburn you acquit the fault. Go to : albeit by cuflome we are milde, As thofe that do profeffe ciuility. Yet, being mou d, a nefl. of angry hornets Shall not be more offenfiue than we will. Wele fly about your ears and fling your hearts. jFojf. He tells you truth, my friends, and fo forth. Fal. Wlio can endure to be fo brau'd by boys ? Firft Ap. Nay, fcorn vs not that we are prentices. The Chronicles of England can report What memoraI)le actions we haue done, To which this dales acliieuement fliall be knit, To make the volume larger than it is. Afalor. Now, of mine honour, }c do clieere my heart. Braue Englifh offsprings, valiantly refolu'd ! Sec. Ap. My Lord, return you back ; let vs alone : You are our mailers ; giue vs leauc to work ; And if wc do not vamiuifli tliem in fi^lit, King Edward the foui'th. 1 9 Let vs go fupperlefs to bed at night. Exmnt all but Spicing, Smoke, and their creia. Spi. Smoke, get thee vp on the top of S. Buttolphs fleeple, and make a proclamation. Smoke. What, a plague, fhould I proclaime there \ Spi. That the bells be rung backward. And cutting of throats be cried hatiock. No more calling of lanthorn and candle-light : That maidenheads be valued at jufl nothing; And facke be fold by the fallet. That no piddling flaue fland to picke a locke, but flafli me off the hinges, as one would flit up a cow's paunch. Smoke. Let no man haue leffe then a warehoufe to his wardrope. Cry a iig for a fergeant, and walk by the Counter like a lord : plucke out the clapper of Dow Bell, and hang vp all the fextons in the city. Spi. Rantum, fcantum, rogues, follow your leader, Cavallero Spicing, the maddefl flaue that euer pund fpice in a mortar. Smoke. Take me an vfurer by the greafie pouch and fhake out his crownes, as a hungry dog would fliake a haggas. Bar foule play, rogues, and liue by honefl filching and llealing : he that hath a true finger, let him forfeit his face to the frj'ing-pan. Follow your leader, rogues, follow your leader ! Spi. Al'lault, ailault ! and cry, a Falconbridge ! Joffelin o?i the walls cries to t/ieiii y^os. Sirrah Spicing, if Spicing be thy name, we are licre for matters and caufes as it might feem for the king : therefore, it were good, and fo ibrth. S/>i. Open the gates ; or, if we be the picklocks, yc rogues, we'll play the mafLiff dogs amongil you. if 1 worry not a thoufand of you with my iccth. let mo be hanged in a ])acktlircad, and fo forih. /OS Fond fellow, luflice is to be vfed : !, marr\-, (■ 2 20 The firfl part of is it ; and law in fome fort, as it were, is to be fol- lowed. Ob, God forbid elfe ! Tliis our magiflrate hath power as might feem, and fo forth ; for duty is to be obferued, and officers mufl be obeyed, in fort and calling, and fo forth. Spi. We'll talk more anon, good Mafler and-fo- forth. Hc7-e is a very fierie ajfault on all fides, wherein the prentices doe great feruice. Enter Falconbridge, angry, 7oith his meti. jFal. Why this is to truR to thefe bafe rogues, Tliis dirty fcum of rafcal peafantry, This heartlefs rout of bafe rafcality. A plague vpon you all, you cowardly rogues, You crauen curs, you flimy muddy clownes, Whofe courage but confifls in multitude, Ivike nieej) and neat that follow one another. Which if one run away, all follow after ; This hedgebred rafcal, this filthy fry of ditches ; A vengeance take you all ! This 'tis to lead you. Now do you cry and Hirieke at euery fliocke ; A hot confuming mifchief follow you ! Spi. 'Swounds ! fcale, rogues, fcale ! A Falcon- bridge, a Falconbridge ! E?iter Lord Maior and his train. Maior. Set open the gates ! Nay, then, we'll fally out. It neuer fliall be faid, when I was Maior, The Londoners were fliut vp in the city. Then cry King Edward, and let's iffue out. Fal. Now, if ye be true-hearted Engliflimen, The gates fet open and tlie portcullis vp. Let's ])el]-inell in, to Hop their paffage out. lie that firR enters i)c pulTefl of Cliea[)L;, King Edward the fourth. 21 I giuc him it freely, and the chiefefl wench. Spi. That he can finde. Let that He in tlie bar- gain e. Excimt. The Lord Mnior and the Citizens hauin^ valiantly repiilfed the Rebels from the city, enters Falcon - bridge ajid Spicing, a7id their train, wounded and difmaycd. Spi. Hearefl thou, general % there's hot drinking at the Mouth of BiJIioJ)f-gate, for our foldiers are all mouth. They lie like rafcals, with their braines beaten out, Therefore, fmce we are all like to feede hogs in Honndfdltch, let vs retire our troopes, and faue our maimed men : or, if we iffue further, we are put to the fword, euery mothers fonne of vs. Fal. Art thou that villain, in whofe damned mouth Was neuer heard of any word but luoinuls ? Whofe recreant limbs are notcht with gaping fears, Thicker than any carking craftfmans fcore, Whofe very fcalp is icratch'd, and craz'd, and broken, Like an old mazer beaten on the flones ; And ftand'fl thou now to faue our maimed men % A plague upon thee, coward ! Spi. Why how now, bafe Thomas ? 'Swounds ! wert thou a bafe-viol, thou art but a rafcal and a rebel, as I am, hearefL thou % If I do not turn true fubiecl, and leaue thee, let me be worried with dogs. 'Swounds I dofl thou impeach my manhood % Tom Nc- nillc, thou had'fl as good to haue damned thyfelf as uttered fuch a word. Flatly, I forfake thee ; and all that louc A^ed Spicim:;, follow me. Nere the rcjl offer to folhn<.'. Fal. Come, come, ye tefly fool, thou feefl mc grieu'd, Yet canR not beare wiUi mine infirmity. 'J'liou knowes 1 liold thee for as tall a man As any lines ni 1 wreathes our Knglifli aire. 2 2 The firjl part oj I know there Hues not a more fiery fpirit, A more refolued, valiant. A plague vpon it Thou knowfl I loue thee ; yet if a word cfcapc My lips in anger, how tefly then thou art. I had rather all men left me then thyfelf. Thou art ray foul : thou art my genius. I cannot Hue without thee, not an hour. Thus mufl I flill be forcd, againfl my will, afide. To foothe this dirty flaue, this cowardly rafcall. Come, come, be friends, ye tefly firebrand ! We mufl. retire. There is no remedy. Spi. Nay, Tojti, if thou wilt haue me mount on the walls, And cafl myfelf down headlong on their pikes, He do it. But to impeach ray valour ! Had any man but thou fpoke half fo much, I would haue fpilt his heart. Still beware My valour : fuch words go hardly down. Well, I am friends : thou thoughtfl not as thou fpakft. Fill. No ; on my foule, thou think'fl not that I did. Sound a retreat there, I command ye, flrait ! But whither fliall w^e retire ? Spi. To Mile-end Greene. There is no fitter ])lace. Fal. Then let vs back retire to Mile-end Greene, And there expc6l frefli fuccour from our friends, With fuch fup]~)ly as fhall ere long affure The city is our own. March on ! Away ! Exeunt. E?itcr Lord Maior, 7iith his traine, atid pretitices. Maior. Ye haue beflirr'd you like good citizens, And fhown yourfclucs true fubieils to your king. You worthily, prentices, beftir'd yourfelues, 'Hiat it did cliecr my heart to fee your valour. The rebels arc rctir'd lo Mile end Greene. Kino^ Ediuard the fourth. 2 3 AVt". Where fo we may not fiiffer them to reft, But iffue forth vpon them with frelh force, "^os. My lord Maior, diligence doth well, and fo forth. Matters mufl be looked into as they ought, indeed fliould they. When things are well done, they are, and fo forth ; for caufes and things muft indeed be looked into. Afaior. Well, fir, we very well conceiue your meaning, And you haue fhown yourfelf a worthy gentleman. See that our walls be kept with courts of guard, And well defended againft the enemy ; For we will now withdraw vs to Guildhall, To take aduice what further muft be done. Exciuit. Enter Alajlcr Shore and Jane, Jiis Wife. Shore. Be not afraid, fweetheart. the worft is paft : God haue the praife, the victory is ours. We haue preuailed : the rebels are repuls'd, And euery ftreete of London foundetli ioy. Canft thou, then, gentle J^ane, be fad alone 1 fane. I am not fad now you are here with me, My ioy, my hope, my comfort, and my loue, My clear, dear husband, kindeft Matthew Shore. But when thefe arms, the circles of my foule. Were in the fight fo forward, as I heard. How could I choofe, fweetheart, but be afraide ? Shore. Why doft thou tremble now, when })erils paft % Jane. I think vpon the horror of t!ie time. But tell me why you fought fo defperately ? Shore. Firft to maintain King Edivards royalty ; Next, to defend the city's liberty ; But cliiefly jf^ane, to keep thee from the toil Of him that to my face did vow thy fpoil. Had lie picuaild, wiiere tiicn had been our hues \ Dilhonounl our dauirlUci^, rauilhd our fair wiucs ; 24 The fir /I part of Poffeffd our goods, and fet our feruants free ; Yet all this nothing to the lofs of thee. 'yane. Of me fweetheart ? why how fliould I be loft? Were I by thoufand ftorities of fortune toft, And fliould indure the pooreft wretched life, Yet J^anc will be thy honeft loyal wife. The greateft prince the Sunne did euer fee, Shall neuer make me proue vntrue to thee. Shore. I feare not faire means, but a rebels force. yane. Thefe hands fhall make this body a dead corfe Ere force or flattery fliall mine honour ftain. Shore. True fame furuiues, when death the flefli hath flain. Enter an Officer from the Lord Maior. Officer. God faue ye, mafter Shore, and, miftrifs, by your leaue ; Sir, my lord Aiaior fends for you by me. And prays your fpeedy prcfence at Guildhall^ Theres newes the rebels haue made head againe, And haue enfconcd themfelues vpon Miie-end, And prefently our armed men muft out. You being Captaine of two companies, In honour of your valour and your skill, Muft leade the vaward. God and right ftand with ye! Shore. Friend, tell my Lord lie wait vpon him ftrait. lane. Friend, tell my Lord he does my husband wrong, To fet him foremoft in the danger ftill. Ye fliall not goe, if I may haue my will. Shore. Peace, wife, no more. Friend, I will fol- low ye. Exit, lane. Ifailh yc fliall not. I'rethcc do nul go. King Edward the foitrth. 25 Shore. Not go, fvveetheart ? that were a cowards trick, A traitor's part, to flirink when others fight. Enuy (hall neuer fay that Mattheiv Shore, The goldfmith, flayd, when other men went out To meet his Kings and countrys enemy. No, lane ; gainfl all the rebels on Mile-end, I dare alone King Edwards right defend. lane. If you be flaine, what fhall become of me ? Shore. Right well, my wench : enow will marry thee. I leaue thee worth at leafl fiue thoufand pound. lane. Marry again 1 that word my heart doth wound. She zveeps. I'll neuer marry, nor I will not Hue If thou be killd. Let me go with thee, Mat. Shore. Tis idle talke, good lane ; no more of that. Go to my lady Maioreffc and the refl, As you are ftill companion with the befl ; With them be merrie, and pray for our good fpeed. lane. To part from thee, my very heart doth bleed. Exeunt. Enter Falconbridge ivith his Troops, marehing as being at Mile end. Fal. Yet fland we in the fight of vpreard Troy, And fuck the air flie draws : our very breath Flies from our noflrils warme vnto the walls. We beard her briflling fpires, her battled towers, And proudly fland and gaze her in the face. Look on me, and I doubt not ye imagine My worth as great as any one of yours, My fortunes, would I bafely fawn on Edward, To be as fair as any mans in England. But he that keeps your Soueraign in the Tower Ilath feizcd my land, and robbd mc of my rigiil. 1 am a gentleman as well as hec. \Vhat he hath got^ lie tiolds b\- tyranny. 26 The fir Jl part of Now, if you faint, or cowardly fhould fly, There is no hope for any one to liue. We heare the Londoners will leaue the city, And bid vs battle here on Mile-end Green, Whom if we vanquifh, then we take the town, And ride in triumph thorough Cheape to Pauls. The Mitit is ours, Cheape, Lombard Street, our own ; The meanefl foldier wealthier than a king. Spi. March fair, ye rogues, all kings or capknitters. Doft thou hear, Tom Falconbrid^e % I prithee grant me one boon I fhall aske thee. Fal. What is it, Ned^ its hard I fhould deny thee. Spi. Why, that when we haue won the city, as we cannot chufe but win it, that I may haue the knighting of all thefe rogues and rafcals. Fal. What then ? Spi. What then? Zounds, I fcorn your fcuruy, wry-mouthed What then % Now, a poxe take me if J fight a blow. Fal. Why, this is fine. Go to ; knight whom thou wilt. Spi. Who? I knight any of them ? He fee them hanged firfl for a company of tattered ragged rafcals. If I were a king, I would not knight one of them. Chub. What, not me, Cavallero Chub 1 Spi. Yes, I care not if 1 knight thee ; and yet He fee thee hanged ere He honour thee fo much. I care not fo much for the matter ; but I would not be denied my humour. Fal. Why, what a perverfe fellow art thou, Ned ! Spi. Ho, my fine Tom, my braue Faleonbridgc, my mad Greeke, my lufly Neuille ! thou art a king, a Cccfar ! a plague on thee ; I loue thee not, and yet He die with thee. Enter the Lord Maior, Recorder, lolTelin, Shore, and their Soldiers, marcliing. Maior. See how rebellion can exalt itfelf. King Edward the fourth. 2 7 Pruning the feathers of fick difcipline. Jicc. They think they can outlook our truer looks. Shore. Mark but the fcornful eye of Falcoiibn'dgc. Maior. I rather think tis feare vpon his cheeke. Deciphers pale dilturbance in his heart. Jos. Our coming forth hath — well, I fay no more; But fliall we take occafion, and fo forth % Rebellion fhould haue no refpite. Oh, my lord, The time hath been — but all is one for that. Spi. How like a troop of rank oreridden jades Yon bufliy-bearded citizens appeare ! Chub. Nay, rather fo many men in the moone. And euery one a furzen bufli in his mouth. Spi. The four and twenty wards ! now, fair befal them ; Would any one haue thought before tliis houre, There had been fuch increafe of muddy flaues ? Fal. Peace, foldiers ! they are refolute, you fee ; And not to flatter vs, nor fauour them. Such haughtie flomacks feldom haue been feene Imbodied in the breafts of Citizens. How flernly in their own peculiar flrength. Without the affiflance of their lingring King, Did they of late repulfe vs from their walls ! And now again how expeditioufly. And vnexpedied, they haue met vs here ! Were we more deadly incenfd than we are, I would not but commend their chiualry. Spi. Captaine, fliall we goe challenge them to fight ? Sblood ! we burn daylight ; they will think, anon, We are afraid to fee their glittering fwords. CJiub. Tell them, they come inflead of pudding ])ies And Stratford cakes, to make's a banquet here. Fal. Soft ; giue me leaue ; I will deuife witli words To weaken and abafl) their fortitude. Ru. The baRard ofters to come forth, my lord. 28 The firjl part of Maior. I am the man intend to anfwer him. Fal. Crosby ! Maior. Traitor ! All. Traitor ! zounds, down with him ! Fal. Be patient : giue me leaue, I fay, to fpeak. I doubt not but the traitors name fliall reft With thofe that keep their lawfull King in bonds. Mean time, ye men of London, once again Behold my warhke colours are difplayed, Which I haue vowed fliall neuer be wrapt vp Vntil your lofty buildings kiffe our feete, Vnlefs you grant me paffage through your ftreetes. Rcc. Paffage, faift thou % That muft be ore our brefts. If any paffage thou art like to haue. Fal. Why then vpon your bodies will T treadc, And wade through ftanding pooles of your loft blood. Shore. We know thy threates, and reckon them as winde. Not of fufficient power to fliake a reede. Spi. But we fhook your gates not long agoe. And made your walls to fliake like IriHi bogges. Chub. I, and fo terrified ye, that not one of yc durft come to fetch a pint of facke at the Mouth at BiJJiopfgate; no, not for your hues. jfos. I, but you know what followed, and fo forth. Spi. Et cetera ! are you there % methinkes, the fight of the dun bull, the N'cuilles honoured creft, fliould make you leaue your broken fentences, and quite forget euer to fpeake at all. Shore. Nay, then, look thou upon our Cities arms, Wherein is a bloody dagger : that is it, Wherewith a rebel like to Falconb ridge Had his defert, meet for his treachery. Can you behold that, and not quake for fear '\ Rce. Since when, it is fuccclliucly decreed, Traitors with vs Ihall neuer beticr fpeed. Spi. Captaine and fcllow-foldiurs. talk no morc; King Edward the fourth. 29 But draw your meaning forth in downright blows. Fal. Sound then alarum. Maior. Doe the like for vs, And where the right is, there attend fuccefs ! J^os. Stay, and be better aduisd. Why, country- men, What is this Falco7ibridge you follow fo ? I could inflrudl you ; but you know my minde. And, Falconbridge, what are thefe rufticalls, Thou fliouldfl repofe fuch confidence in glaffe ; Shall I informe thee % No, thou art wife enough. Eikuard of York delayes the time, you fay ; Therefore he will not come. Imagine fo. The cities weake. Hold that opinion flill. And your pretence King Henrys liberty. True ; but as how 1 Shall I declare you ? No. What then ? youle fight. A Gods name, take your choice. I can no more but giue you my aduice. Fal. Away with this parenthefis of words. Crosby, courage thy men^ and on this Greene Whofe caufe is right, let it be quickly feen. Maior. I am ready as thou canfl defire. On then, a Gods name ! They fight. The rebels driue them back. Then enter Falconbridge and Spicing. Fal. This was well fought. Now, Sjjieing, lift to me. The citizens thus hauing giuen vs ground. And therefore fomcwhat daunted, take a band Of Fjjex foldiers, and with all the fpeed Thou pofllbly canfl make, withdraw thyfelf. And get between the city gates and them. Spi. Oh braue Tom N'euille, gallant Falconbridge, I aim at thy intended policy ; Tliis is thy meaning ; while tliou art emi)loyd And lujUlll them battle Iicre on Miii-eiid Greene, 30 The firjl part of I mufl prouide, as harbinger before, There be not only cleare and open paffage, But the befl merchants houfes to receiue Vs and our retinue. I am proud of that, And will not fleepe vpon thy jufl command. Fal. Away, then ! I will follow as I may. And doubt not but that ours will be the day. After fome excurfions, enter Lord Maior and Majlcr Shore. Maior. We haue recouerd what before we loft, And Heauen flands with the juftice of our caufc, But this I noted in the fight euen now, That part of this rebellious crew is fent, By what dire6lion, or for what intent, I cannot gueffe, but may fufpecl the worft ; And, as it feemes, they compaffe it about To hem vs in, or get the gate of vs : And therefore, coufm Shore, as I repofe Truft in thy valour and thy loyalty. Draw forth three hundred bowmen and fome pikes, And prefently encounter their affault. Shore. I haue your meaning ; and effect, my Lord, I trufl fliall difappoint them of their hope. Exit. After an alarum., enter Spicing, zuith a Drum., and certain Sohiicrs. Spi. Come on my hearts, we will be kings to- night, Caroufe in gold, and fleep with merchants wiues, While their poor husbands lofe their hues abroatl : We are now quite behind our enemies backs, And theres no let or hindrance in the way, But we may take poffeffion of the town. Ah you mad rogues, this is the wiflied liour ; Follow your leader and be refolute. King Edward the fourth. 31 As he marches^ thinki7ig to enter Shore and his Sol- diers iffiie forth atid repulfe him. After exair- fons, wherei7i the Kcbclsare difperfed, enter Maior, Recorder, Shore, JoffeUn, and a Meffenger talking with the Maior. Maior. I, my good friend, fo certify his Grace, The rebels are difperfed all and fled, And now his HighnelTe meetes with vi(ftory. Exit Meffenger. Marfhal yourfelues, and keepe in good array. To add more glory to this vidlory, The King in perfon cometh to this place. How greate an honour haue you gaind to-day ! And how much is this City famed for euer, That twice, without the help either of King, Or any but of God and our own felues We haue preuail'd againfl our countries foes. Thankes to his maielly aflifled vs. Who always helps true fubiecfls in their need ! The trumpets found, and then enters King Edward, Lord Howard, Sellinger, and the train. King. Wliere is my Lord Maior % Maior. Here, dread Soueraign. I hold no lordfliip nor no dignity In prefence of my graciou.s Lord the King, But all I humble at your Highneffe feet, With the moll happy conc^uell of proud rebels, Difpcrfd and fled, that now remaines no doubt Of euer making head to vexe vs more. King. You haue not tane the I)allard Falcuii- bridge, _ Or is he flain ? Maior. Neither, my gracious Lord. Although we labour'd to our vttermofl, \'el fl.ll our cure came oucr-lhort i'\)r appichcnding him or Spicing cither • 32 The firjl part of But fome are taken ; others on profferd grace Yielded themfelues, and at your mercy fland. King. Thankes, good Lord Maior. You may condemn vs Of too much flacknefs in fuch vrgent need ; But we aflure you on our royall word, So foon as we had gather'd vs a power, We dallied not, but made all hafle we could. What order haue ye tane for Falco7ibridge And his confederates in this rebellion % Maior. Vnder your leaue, my leige, we haue proclaim'd Who bringeth Falconbridge. aliue or dead, Shall be requited with a thoufand markes. As much for Spicing. Others of lefs worth, At eafier rates are fet. King. Well haue ye done ; And we will fee it paid from our Exchequer. Now leaue we this and come to you. That haue fo well deferu'd in thefe affaires, Affaires, I mean, of fo maine confequence. Kneel down and all of you receiue in field The honour you haue merited in field. Dra7oes his /word and knights them. Arife Sir John Crofebie, Lord Maior of London and Knight. Arife Sir Ralfe Joffeline Knight. Arife Sir Thomas Vrfrioickc, our Recorder of London and Knight. Now tell me which is Mafler Shoare. Maior. This fame, my Lord, And hand to hand he fought with Falcojibridgc. King. Shoare, kneel thou down. What call ye elfe his name ? Rec. His name is Mathcw Shoare, my Lord. King. Shoare Why kneelfL thou not, and at thy Soueraignes hand Receiue thy right % Shore. Pardon me, gratious lord, J doe not fland contemptuous, or dcfpifing King Edward the fotirth. 33 Such royall faiior of my Soueraign, But to acknowledge mine vnworthinefs. Farre be it from the thought of Mathcw Shoarc That he fliould be aduanc'd with Aldermen, With our Lord Maior, and our right graue Recorder. If any thing hath been performd by me, That may deferue your Highnes meanfl refpe6l, I haue enough, and I defire no more ; Then let me craue that f may haue no more. King. Well, be it as thou wilt ; fome other way We will deuife to quittance thy delerts. And not to faile therein, vpon my word. Now let me tell ye all my friends at once, Your King is married fmce you faw him laft, And hafle to helpe you in this needfull time Made me on fudden to forfake ray Bride. But feeing all things are fallen out fo well. And there remaines no further doubt of ill. Let me entreate you would go boote yourfelues, And bring your King a little on his way. How fay you, my Lord ; fliall it be fo % Ma. Now God forbid but that my Lord the King Should always haue his fubie(fls at command. Jof. Forbid, quotha ? I, in good fadnefs : your maieflie fliall finde vs alwaies ready, and fo forth. King. Why, then, fet forward. Gentlemen ; And come, L. Maior, I mull conferre with you. Exeunt, Enter Falconbridge and Spicing, with their weapons in their hands. Spi. Art thou the man whofe vidlories drawne at fea Fild euery heart with terror of thy name ? Art tliou that Neuill whom we tooke thee for ? Thou art a loufe, tliou baflard Falconbridge ; Thou bafer than a ballard, in wliofe birtli I'hc \ery drci^s of Icruiludc a]ipeares. 34- The firjl part of Why, tell me, liuer of fome rotten flieepe, After, by thy allurements, we are brought To vndertake this courfe, after thy promifes Of many golden mountaines to enfue, Is this the greatefl comfort thou canfl giue ? Hafl thou enfnar'd our heedleffe feet with death, And brought vs to the libbet of defame, And now dofl bid vs fhift* and faue ourfelues ! No, crauen, were I fure I fhould be tane, I would not flir my feete, vntill this hand Had venged me on thee for mifguiding us. Fal. Opprobrious uillaine, flable excrement. That neuer dreamtfl of other manhood yet. But how to ierke a horfe, vntill my words Infufd into thee refolutions fire. Controllfl thou me for that wherein thyfelf Art only the occafion of milhap % Hadfl thou and they flood to it as well as I, The day had bin our own, and London now, That laughes in triumph, fliould haue wept in tearcs But, being backd by fuch faint-hearted (laues, No maruel if the Lion go to wracke. As though it were not incident to kings Sometime to take repulfe : mine is no more. Nor is it for that muddy braine of thine To tutor me how to digeft my loffe, Then, fly with thofe that are already fled, Or flay behind, and hang all but the head. Spi. Oh, prejudice to Spicings conqu'ring nanie, Whofc valour eu'n the hackes this fworde has made Upon the flint and iron bars at Aldgate, Like mouths will publifli whiles the City flands, That I flirunk backe, that I was neuer feenc To fliow my manly f[)lecn but with a whip % I tell thee Falconbridgc^ the leafL of thefe Doe challenge blood, before they be appeas'd. Fal. Away, ye fcoundrel ! tempt not my refoluc The courage that furuiues in Fakonbridgc Scornes the incounter of fo bafe a drudac. King Edward the fourth. 35 Spi. By the pure temper of this fword of mine, By this true flefh and blood that gripes the fame, And by the honour I did winne of late, Againd thofe froflie-bearded citizens, It fhall be tride before we do depart. Whether accufeth other wrongfully, Or which of vs two is the better man. Fal. I fhall but quit the hangman of a labour : Yet rather then to be vpbraided thus. The Eagle once will (loop to feed on carion. . They fight. Enter Chub. Chub. Hold, if ye be men ; if not, hold as ye are, rebels and flrong theeues. I bring ye newes of a pro- clamation. The King hath promifed that whofoeuer can bring the head of Falconhridgc or Spicing, fliall haue for his labour a thoufand crowns. What meane you then to fwagger % Saue yourfelues. Spi. This proclamation comes in happy time. He vanquifh Fakonbridge, and with this fword Cut off his head and bear it to the King. So not alone fliall I be pardoned, But haue the thoufand crownes is promifed. Fai. This rafcal was ordaind to faue my life, For now, when I haue oucrthrown the wretch, Euen with his head He yield me to the King. His i)rincely word is pail to pardon me ; And, though I were the chief in this rebellion. Yet this will be a meanes to make my peace. Chub. Oh, that I knew how to betray them boih. Fal. How fay'll thou, Spicing 1 wilt thou yeeld thyfelf? For I haue vowd either aliue or dead To bring thee to King F.dward. Spi. And I haue vowd the like by ihee : 1 low will thefe two bad contraries agree i 36 The firfl part of Chub. And I the fame by both of you. Fal. Come, fir, He quickly rid you of that care. Spi. And what thou lottefl me fhall be thy fhare. Chub. Here comes a Miller. Help to part the fray. Thefe are the rebells Falconbridge and Spicing. The worfl of them is worth a thoufand crowns. Mil. Marry, and fuch a booty would I haue. Submit, fubmit ; it is in vaine to ftriue. Exit. Fal. Spi. Why, what art thou ? Mil. One that will hamper you. But whats the other that is fled away ? Cimb. Oh, miller, that was Falco?ibridgc, And this is Spicing, his companion. Spi. I tell thee, miller, thou haft beene the meanes To hinder the mofl charitable deede That euer honefl Chriftian vndertooke. Chub. Thou canfl bearc me witnefs, I had ta'en That mofl notorious rebell, but for him. Afil. But I haue taken thee ; and the world knowes That Spicing is as bad as who is befl. Spi. Why, thou miflakefl : I am a true fubiecl. Ch7(b. Miller, he lies : be fure to hold him faft. Spi. Dofl thou accufe me ■? ap})rehend him too, For hes as guilty as anie of vs. Mil. Come, you fliall both together anfwcr it, Before my Lord Maior ; and here he comes, Enter Lord Maior., Jofleline, and other Attendants. Maior. Sir Ralph J^offelinc, haue you euer fecn a prince more affable than Edu'ard is '? WHiat merry talk he had vpon the way ! Jof. Doubtlefs, my lord, hcle ])roue a royal King. King Edward the fourth. 3 7 But how now ; what are thefe ? Mil. God faue your honour ! Here I prefent vnto you, my Lord Maior^ A pair of rebels, whom I did efpy As I was bufy grinding at my mill ; And taking them for vagrant idle knaues, That had befet fome true man from his houfe, I came to keepe the peace ; but afterward Found that it was the baflard Falconbridge And this his mate, togother by the ears. The one, for all that I could do, efcap'd ; The other flandeth at your mercy here. Maior. It is tlie rebel Spicing. Spi. It is indeed ; I fee you are not blind \ you know me then. Maior. Well, miller, thou hafl done a fubiedls part, And worthily deferufl that recompence Is publickly proclaimed by the King. But whats this other ? I haue feene his face ; And, as I take it, he is one of them. Mil. I mufl. confefs, I took them both together. He aided me to apprehend the reft. Chub. A tells you true, my lord. I am Chub the Chandler ; and I curfe the time that euer I faw their faces ; for, if they had not been, I had lined an honeft man in mine owne country, and neuer come to this. Spi. Out, rogue ! doft thou recant for feare of death % 1, Maior, I am he that fouglit to cut your throat ; And fince I hauc mifcarried in the fact, lie ne'er deny it, do the worft you can. Maior. Bring him away. He fliall liaue martiall law, And, at the next tree we do come vnto. Be hanged, to rid the world of fuch a wretch. Miller thy duty is a thoufand markes, Which muft be fliar'd betwixt thee and this poor fel- lowe 'J'liat (lid rcucale liini- Ancl firrah, your life is luu'd 38 The firjl part of On this condition, that you hang vp Spicing. How faifl thou % wilt thou do it ? Chub. Will I do it ? what a queftion is that ! I would hang him if he were my father, to faue mine owne life. Maior. Then, when ye haue done it, come home to my houfe, and there ye truly fhall haue your reward. Spi. Well, firrah, then thou mufl be my hang- man % Chub. I by my troth, fir, for fault of a better. Spi. Well, commend me to little Pirn, and pray her to redeeme my paund hofe : they lye at the Blue Boare for eleuen pence, and if my hofleffe will haue the other odd penny, tell her fhe is a damned bawd, and there is no trueth in her fcore. Chub. Take no thought, fir, for your paund hofe. They are loufie, and not worthe redeeming. Spi. There is a conflable flickes in my mind : he got my fword from me, that night I fhould haue killed black Ralphe. If I had liued, I would haue been meet with him. Chub. I, fir ; but here's a thing fliall take an order for that. Spi. Commend me to blacke Liice, bouncing Befs, and lufty Kate, and the other pretty morfels of man's flefli. Farewell, pink and pinnace, flibote and caruel, Turnbull and Spittal ! I die like a man. Chib. Oh, captain Spicius;, thy vain enticing Brought me from my trade. From good candles-making to this pains- taking, A rebel to be made. Therefore, N'ed Spicing, to quit thy enticing, This mufl be thy hope : By one of thy fellows to be led to the gal- lows, To end in a rope. Exeunt. King Edward the fourth. 39 Enter Hobs the Tanner of Tamworth. Hobs. Dudgeon ! dofl. thou heare ? looke well to Brock, my mare. Driue Dun and her faire and foftly downe the hill ; and take heede the thornes teare not the homes of my cow-hides, as thou goefl neare the hedges. Ha, what faiefl thou, knaue ? Is the Bulls hide downe ? why, lay it vp again ; what care I % lie meet thee at the ftile, and help to fet all llraite. And yet, God help ! its a crooked world, and an vn- thrifty ; for fome, that haue ne'er a fhooe, had rather go barefoot than buy clout-leather to mend the old, when they can buy no new \ for they haue time enough to mend all, they fit fo long betweene the cup and the wall. Well, God amend them ! God amend them ! Let me fee, by my executor here, my leather pouch, what I haue taken, what I haue fpent, what I haue gained, what I haue lofl, and what I haue laid out. My taking is more than my fpending, for heeres flore left. I haue fpent but a groat ; a penny for my two iades, a penny to the poor, a penny pot of ale, and a penny cake for my man and me, a dicker of cow-hides CO ft me. Hcer alter the Qiieene and Dutcheffe with their riding rods, unpinning their viaskcs. Hobs goes forward. 'Snailes, who comes here % Miflrifs Ferris, or Mif- trifs What call ye her ? Put vp, yohn Hobs : money tempts beauty. Dutch. Well met, good fellow ; fawfl thou not the hart? Hobs. My heart % God blefs me from feeing my heart. Dutch. Thy laearf? the deer, man ; we demand the deere. Hobs. Do you demand whats deare ? Marry, cornc and cow-hides. Mafs, a good fnug kiffe, well 40 The firjl part of like my daughter Nell. I had rather than a bend of leather fhee and I might fmouch together. Diitch. Cam'fl thou not dovvne the wood % Hobs. Yes, miflrifs ; that I did. Dutch. And faweft thou not the deere imbofL 1 Hobs. By my hood, ye make me laugh. What the dickens 1 is it loue that makes ye prate to me fo fondly ? By my fathers foule, I would I had jobd faces with you. Hunts. Why, how now, Hobs 1 fo faucy with the Dutchefle and the Queene ? Hobs. Much Queene, I trowe ! thefe be but wo- men : and one of them is like my wench. I would file had her rags. I would giue a load of haire and homes, and a fat of leather, to match her to fome juftice, by the miCg-holly. Hunt. Be filent, Tanner, and aske pardon of the Queene. Hobs. And ye be the Queene, I cry ye mercy, good INIiflrefs Queene. Queene. No fault, my friend. Madam, let's take our bows, And in the Handing feeke to get a fhoot. Dutch. Come, bend our bows, and bring the herd of deer. Excvnt. Hobs. God fend you good flanding, and good flriking, and fat fledi ! See, if all gentlewomen be not alike when their blacke faces be on ! I tooke the Queene, as I am a true tanner, for miftrefs Ferris. Enter Sellenger and Howard in grcene. Soft, who comes here ? more knaues yet % Scl. Ho, good fellow fawefl thou not the King'/ Hobs. No, good fellow I faw no king, Which king dofl thou ask for? lloiv. \V!iy, King Edwiird. What king is there elfe ? King Edward the fourth. 41 Hohs. There's another king, and ye could hit on him \ one Harry, one Harry ; and, by our Lady, they fay hees the honefler man of the two. Sel. Sirrah, beware you fpeake not treafon. Hobs. What, if I do ] Sel. Then fhaU thou be hanged. Hobs. A dogs death : I'll not meddle with it ; for, by my troth, I know not when I fpeak treafon, when I do not. There's fuch halting betwixt two kings, that a man cannot go vpright, but he fliall offend t'one of them. I would God had them both, for me. Hoio. Well, thou fawefl not the King? Hobs. No \ is he in the country % How. He's hunting here, at Drayton Baffet. Hobs. The deuil he is % God bleffe his mafler- fliip : I faw a woman heere, that they faid was the Queene. She's as like my daughter, but my daughter is the fairer, as euer I fee. Sd. Farewell, fellow ; fpeake well of the King. Exeunt. Hobs. God make him an honefl man ! I hope thats Avell fpoken ; for, by the moufe-foot, fome giue him hard words, whether he zerues em not. Let him look to that. He meddle of my cow-hide, and let the world Aide. Enter the King difguifcd. The deuil in a dung-cart. How thefe royfLers fwarme in the country, now the King is fo neare ! God 'liuer me from this ; for this looks like a theefe ; but a man cannot tell amongfl thefe court-nols whofe true. King. Holla, my friend ! good fellow, prithee, Ray. Hobs. No fuch matter. I haue more hafle of my way. King. If thou be a good fellow, let me borrow a word. 42 The firji part of Hobs. My purfe, thou meanefl. I am no good fellowe ; and I pray God thou beefl not one. King. Why ? dofl thou not loue a good fellow % Hobs. No : good fellowes be thieues. Ki7ig. Dofl thou think I am one 1 Hobs. Thought is free ; and thou art not my ghoflly father. King. I mean thee no hanne. Hobs. Who knows that but thyfelf 1 I pray God he fpie not my purfe. King. On my troth I meane thee none. Hobs. Vpon thy oth He flay. Now, what faift thou to me % fpeak quickly ; for my company ftaies for me beneath, at the next flile. Kijig. The king is hunting hereabouts. Didfl. thou fee his Maiefly ? Hobs. His Maiefly ? what's that ? his horfe or his mare 1 King. Tufh ! I meane his Grace ? Hobs. Grace, quotha ? pray God he haue anie. Which king doeft thou quire for 1 Ki7rg. Why, for King Edward. Knowefl thou anie more kings then one % Hobs. I know not fo many ; for I tell thee I know none. Marry, I hear of King Ediuard. King. Didfl thou fee his Highneffe ? Hobs. By my holidame, thats the befl terme thou gauefl him yet : hes liie enough ; but he has put poor King Harry lowe enough. King. How low hath he put him % Hobs. Nay, I cannot tell ; but he has put him downe, for he has got the crowne ; much good doot him with it. King. Amen. I like thy talke fo well, I would I knew thy name. Hobs. Dofl thou not know me % King. No. Hobs. Then thou knowefl nobody. Didll neuer hcare of lohn JJobs, llic Tanner of I'a/moorth 1 King Edward the fourth. 43 Kmg. Not till now, I promife thee; but now I like thee well. Hobs. So do not I thee. I feare thou art fome outrider, that Hues by taking of purfes here, on Baffcts Heath. But I feare thee not, for I haue wared all my mony in cowhides at Coleshill Market, and my man and my mare are hard by at the hill-foote. King. Is that thy gray mare, thats tied at the ftile, with the hides on her back % Hobs. Thats Brocke, my mare ; and theres Dim my nag, and Dudgeon, my man. King. Theres neither man nor horfe ; but onely one mare. Hobs. Gods blue budkin ! has the knaue ferued me fo 1 Farewell, I may lofe hides, horns, and mare and all, by prating with thee. King. Tarry, man, tarry ! theile fooner take my gelding than thy grey mare ; for I haue tied mine by her. Hobs. That will I fee, afore lie take your word. King. He beare thee company. Hobs. I had as lieue goe alone. Exeunt. E?iter the two Hunt/men againe with the bowes. I Hujit. Now, on my troth, the Queene fliootes paffing well. 2. Hunt. So did the Dutcheffe, when flie was as young. 1. Hu)it. Age fhakes the hand, and flioots both wide and fliort. 2. Hunt. What haue they giuen vs % 1. Hunt. Six rofe-nobles jufl. 2. Hunt. The Queen gaue foure. 1. Hunt. True; and the Dutcheffe twaine. 2. Hunt. O, were we euer fo paid for our paiue. I. Hunt. Tut ! had the King come, as they faid he would, lie would liaue raind vpoii vs Hiow'rs of gold. 44 The fir Ji part of 2. Himt. Why, he is hunting fomewhere here- about. Let's firfl go drink and then go feek him out. Exeunt. Enter King Edward agairie and Hobs. K. Ed. Hay faid thou tanner ? wilt thou take my courfer for thy mare ? Hobs. Courfer, callA. thou him ? So ill mought 1 fare, thy skittiHi jade will neuer abide to carrie my leather, my horns, nor hide. But, if I were fo mad to fcore, what boote wouldfl thou giue me ? King. Nay, boote thats boot worthy. I look for boote of thee. Hobs. Ha, ha, a merry jigge. Why, man, Brocke, my mare, knowes ha and rce, and will fland when I cry ho, and let me get vp and down, and make water when I do. Kinq. I'll giue thee a noble, if I like her pace. Lay thy cowhides on my faddle, and let's jog towards Drayio?i. Hobs. 'Tis out of my way ; but I begin to like thee well. King. Thou wilt like me better before we do part. I prithee tell me, what fay they of the King ? Hobs. Of the Kings, thou meaneil. Art thou no blabbe, if I tell thee 1 King. If the King know't not now, he fliall neuer knowe it for me. Hobs. ]\Iafs, they fay King Harries a very ad- vowtry man. King. Adeuoutman? And whats King j5,'/?c'cr;-«'1 Hubs. He's a frank franion, a merry companion, and loues a wench well. They fay he has married a poor widow, becaufe flies faire. A7//^'. Dofl thou like him the worfe for that? Hobs. No ; by my feckins, but the better ; for King Edward the fourth. 45 though I be a plain Tanner, I loue a faire laffe my- fclf. King. Prithee tell me, how loue they king Ed- ward ? Hobs. Faith, as poor folks loue holidays, glad to haue them now and then ; but to haue them come too often will vndoe them. So, to fee the King now and then 'tis comfort ; but euery day would begger vs ; and I may fay to thee, we feare we fliall be troubled to lend him money ; for we doubt hees but needy. Kitig. \Vouldfl thou lend him no money, if he fhould neede? Hobs. By my halidome, yes. He fhall haue half my flore ; and He fell fole leather to helpe him to more. King. Faith, whether louefl thou better Harry or Ed-ic>ard1 Hobs. Nay, thats counfel, and two may kecpe it, if one be away. King. Shall I fay my confcience 1 I think Harry is the true king. Hobs. Art aduifed of that 1 Harrys of the old houfe of Lancajler ; and that progenity do I loue. King. And thou doefl not hate the houfe of York ? Hobs. ^Vhy, no ; for I am jufl, akin to Sutton Windmill ; I can grind which way foe're the winde blow. If it be Harry., I can fay, Well fare Lancajler. If it be Edioard, I can fmg, Yorke, Yorkc, for my mony. King. Thou art of my mind ; but I fay Harry is the lawful king. Edward is but an vfurper, and a fool, and a coward. Hobs. Nay, there thou liefl. He has wit inough and courage inough. Dofl. thou not fpcake treafon ? Ki>ig. Ay, but I know to whom I fpeake it. Hobs. Doa thou 1 Well, if I were conRablc, I (lu)ul(l he furfworn. if I fet ihec not in llic tlockes for 46 The firjl part of King. Well, let it go no further ; for I did ferue King Harry., and I loue him bed, though now I ferue King Edward. Hobs. Thou art the arranter knaue to fpeake ill of thy mafler. But firrah, whats thy name ? what office haft thou ? and what will the King do for thee? Kitig. My name is Ned. I am the Kings butler ; and he will do more for me than for any nobleman in the court. Hobs. The deuil he will ? he's the more fool ; and fo I'll tell him, if ere I fee him ; and I would I might fee him in my poor houfe at Tavnvorth. King. Go with me to the Court, and He bring thee to the King ; and what fuit foe'er thou haue to him, I'll warrant thee to fpeed. Hobs. I ha nothing to do at Court. He home with my cowhides ; and if the King will come to me, he fhall be welcome. King. Haft thou no fuit touching thy trade, to tranfport hides or fell leather onely in a certain circuit ; or about barke, or fuch like, to haue letters patent % Hobs. By the mafs and the matins, I like not thofe patents. Sirrah, they that haue them do, as the priefts did in old time, buy and fell the fmnes of the people. So they make the King belieue they mend whats amiffe, and for money they make the thing worfe than it is. Theres another thing in too, the more is the pity. King. What pity, John Hobs ? I prithee fay all. Hobs. Faith, 'tis pity that one fubie6t fliould haue in his hand that might do good to many through the land. King. Sayft thou me fo, tanner 1 Well, let's caft lots whether thou fhalt go with me to Drayton, or I go home with thee to Tannvorth. Hobs. Lot me no lotting. He not go with thee. If thou wilt go with me, caufe thou art my lieges man (and yet I think he has many honefter), thou King Edward the fourth. 47 fhalt be welcome to yohn Hobs ; thou flialt l)c wel- come to beef and bacon, and perhaps a bag-pudding ; and my daughter Nell fhall poj) a poffet vpon thee, when thou goe(l to bed. King. Heeres my hand. He but go and fee the King ferued, and He be at home as loon as thyfelf Hobs. Doa thou heare me, Nccn If I (hall be thy hoa, Make haae thou art bea, for fear thou kifs the poa. Exit Hobs. King. Farewell, John Hobs, the honea true tanner ! I fee plain men, by obferuation Of things that alter in the change of times, Do gather knowledge ; and the meanea life Proportiond with content fufficiency, Is merrier then the mighty aate of kingcs. Enters Howard a?id Sellengcr. How now 1 what nevves bring ye, firs 1 Whercs the Queene ? Sd. Her Highneffe and your Mother, my dread Lord, Are both inuited by Sir Hunifrcy Bo7vcs, Where they intend to feaa and lodge this night ; And do expeft your graces prefence there. King. Tom Sellengcr I haue other bufmeffe, Aaray from you and all my other traine. I met a tanner, fuch a merry mate, So frolicke and fo full of good conceite. That I haue giuen my word to be his guea, Becaufe he knowes me not to be the King. Good coufm Howard, grudge not at the icaa, ]')Ul greete my mother and my wife from me ; 15id them be merry : I mua haue my humour ; Let them both fuppe and ileepe when they fee time. Connnend me kindly to Sir Hunifrcy Boiucs ; Tell him at brcakfaa 1 will vifit him. This night Tom Scllensier and I mua feaa 48 The Jirft part of With Hobs the tanner : there plain Ned and Tom ; No King nor Sellenger for a thoufand pound. Enter a Meffenger, booted, with letters, and kneeling glues them to the King. Ho7v. The Queene and Dutcheffe will be dif- content, Becaufe his highnefs comes not to the feafl. Sel. Sir Humfrey Bowes may take the mod con- ceite ; But whats the end % the King will haue his plea- fure. King. Good news, my boys, Harry the Sixt is dead. Perufe that letter. Sirrah, drink you that. Giues his purfc. And flay not ; but pofl back againe for life. And thanke my brother Glojler for his newes : Commend me to him ; He fee him to-morrowe night. How like ye it firs % Sel. Oh, paffuig well, my Liege ; You may be merry for this happy news. Kifig. The merrier with our hofl the tanner, Tom, My lord, take you that letter to the ladies ; Bid them be merry with the fecond courfe ; And if we fee them not before we go, Pray them to journey eafily after vs ; Weele pofl to London : fo good night, my lord. Exeunt. Enter Hobs and his daughter Nell. Hobs. Como., Neil, come, daughter. Is your hands and your face waflied ? Neil. I, forfooth, father. Hobs. Yee muft bee cleanely, I tell ye ; for there comes a courtnol hither to-night, the Kings mailer- Ihips butler, N'rd, a fprucc youtli , but bcwaie ye be King Edward the fourth. 49 not in loue nor ouertaken by him, for courtiers be llippery lads. Nell. No, forfooth, father. Hobs. Gods bleffing on thee ! That half-yeares fchooHng at Litchfield was better to thee then houfe and land. It has put fuch manners into thee — 1 forfooth, and No, forfooth, at euery word. Ye haue a clean fmock on. I like your apparell well. Is fupper ready % Nell. I, forfooth, father. Hobs. Haue we a good barley bag-pudding, a piece of fat bacon, a good cow-heel, a hard cheefe, and a brown loaf? Nell. All this, forfooth, and more. Ye fliall haue a poffet ; but indeede the rats haue fpoiled your hard cheefe. Hobs. Now, the deuil choke them ! So they haue cat me a farthing candle the other night. Dudgeon {ruithiii). What, maifler, maifler ! Hobs. How now, knauel what fayd X\\o\x, Dud- geon ? Dud. Heres guefls come. Wheres Helen 1 Hobs. What guells be they ? Dud. A courtnol ; one Ned, the Kings butcher, he faies, and his friends too. Hobs. Ned, the Kings butcher ? Ha, ha ! the Kings butler. Take their horfes and walk them, and bid them come near houfe. Nell, lay the cloth, and clap fupper o' th' boord. ExU Nell. Enter King Edward and Sellenger. Mafs, heres Ned, indeed, and another mifproud ruffian. Welcome, Ned, I like thy honefly ; thou keepefl promife. King. Ifaith, honetl tanner, lie euer keep promife with thee. Prithee, bid my friend welcome. Hobs. By my troth, ye are botli welcome to 7\im- wortJi. Friend, I know not vouv name. 50 The firjl part of Sel. My name is To7n Twijl. Hobs. Belieue, ye that lift. But ye are wel. come both ; and I hke ye both well but for one thing. Sel. Whats that % Hobs. Nay, that I keepe to myfelfe ; for I figh to fee and think that pride brings many one to ex- trusion. Kifig. Prethee, tell vs thy meaning. Hobs. Troth I doubt ye ne'er came truly by all thefe gay rags. Tis not your bare wages and thin fees ye haue of the King can keep ye thus fine ; but either ye muft rob the King priuily, or his fubiedls openly, to maintain your probicalitie. Sel. Thinkft thou fo, tanner % Hobs. Tis no matter what I think. Come, lets go to fupper. What N'ell., What Dudgeon, where be thefe folkes 1 Enter Nell and Dudgeon, with a table covered. Daughter, bid my friends welcome. Nell. Ye are welcome, gentlemen, as I may fay. Sel. I thank ye, faire maide. Kifs her both. King. A pretty wench, by my fay. Hobs. How likeft her, Nedl King. I like her fo well, I would ye would make mee your fon in law. Hobs. And I like thee fo well, Ned, that, hadft thou an occupation (for feruice is no heritage : a young courtier, an old beggar), I could find in my heart to cafl her away vpon thee ; and if thou wilt forfake the court and turn tanner, or bind thyfelfe to a flioomaker in Liechfield, ile giue thee twenty nobles ready money with my Nell, and truft thee with a dicker of leather to fet vp thy trade. Sel. Ned, he offers ye fair, if ye haue the grace to take it. King Edward the fourth. 5 i King. He does, indeed, Tom : and hereafter I'le tell him more. Hobs. Come, fit down to fupper : go to, Nell : no more flieep's eyes : ye may be caught, I tell ye : thefe be liquorifli lads. Aell. I warrant ye, flither ; yet in truth Ncvl is a very proper man, and t'other may ferue ; but N'ed's a pearl in mine eye. Hobs. Daughter, call Dudgeon and his fellows. Weele haue a three-men fong, to make our guefls merry. Exit Nell. Nailes, what courtnols are ye 1 yeele neither talk nor eate. What newes at the court ? Do fomewhat for yourmeate. King. Heauie newes there : King Henry is dead. Hobs. That's Hght news and merry for your mafler. King Edward. King. But how will the Commons take it % Hobs. Well, God be with good King Henry. Faith, the Commons will take it as a common thing. Death's an honefl man ; for he fpares not the King. For as one comes, anothers tane away ; And feldom comes the better, thats all we fay. Sel. Shrewdly fpoken, tanner, by my fay ! Hobs. Come, fill me a cup of mother Whetflones ale; I may drinke to my friends and driue down my tale. Here, Ned and Tom, I drink to ye ; and yet, if 1 come to the court, I doubt youle not know me. King. Yes, Tom fhall be my furety, tanner ; I will know thee. Sel. If thou dofl not, Ned, by my troth, I beflirew thee. King. I drinke to thy wife that may be. Sd. Faith Ned, thou maieil Hue to make her a lady. King. Tufli, her father offers nothing, hauing no more children but her. Hobs, r would 1 had not, condition flie liad all. I' 2 52 The fir fl part of But I haue a knaue to my fon ; I remember him by you ; euen fuch an vnthrift as one of you two, that fpends all on gay clothes and new fadiions ; and no work will down with him, that I fear hele be hanged. God blefs you from a better fortune, yet you wear fuch filthy breeks. Lord, were not this a good fafliion ? I, and would faue many a fair penny. King. Let that pafs, and let vs heare your fong. Hobs. Agreed, agreed I Come, fol, fol, fol, fa, fa, fa ! Say, Dudgeon. Here they fing the three mans Song. Agenconrt, Agencoiirt ! know ye not AgencoJirt .? Where the E7igliJJi Jlew and hurt All the French foemen : With our Guns and bills brotvn, O, the French were beaten downe, Morris-pikes and bowmen. Q^C. Sel. Well fung, good fellowes ! I would the King heard ye. Hobs. So Ihould I, faith ; I fhould flrain a note for him. Come, take away, and let's to bed. Ye fhall haue clean flieetes, Ned ; but they be coarfe, good flrong hemp, of my daughters own fpinning ; and I tell thee, your chamber-pot mufl be a fair home, a badge of our occupation ; for we buy no bending pewter, nor breaking earth. King. No matter. Hobs ; we will not go to bed. Hobs. What then 1 King. Even what thou wilt ; for it is near day. Tanner, gramercies for our hearty cheere ! If ere it be thy chance to come to court, Enquire for me, Ned, the Kings butler. Or To7n, of the Kings chamber, my companion, And fee what welcome we will giue thee there. Hobs. I haue heard of couitiers liaue faid as much as 3'ou, and when they haue l)cen tride, would not bid their friends drinku. Kin^ Edivard the four tJi. 53 Sel. We are none fuch. Let our liorfes l)e brought out ; for we muil away ; and fo, with thankes, farewell ! Hobs. Farewell to ye both. Commend me to the King ; and tell him I would haue been glad to haue feene his worfliip heere. Exit. King. Come, 7'om, for London ! horfe, and hence, away ! Enter Vice-Admiral^ and the Captain of the lie of Wight, with Falconbridge bound, the Headfnan bearing the axe before him. ATor. 'lliomas Neuill, yet haft thou gracious time Of deare repentance. Now difcharge thy confcience ; Lay open thine offences to the world, That we may witneffe thou doft die a Chriftian. Fal. Why, Sir Harry Morton, haue you arraign'd, Condemn'd, and brought me to this place Of bloody execution, and now aske If I be guilty % Therein doth appeare What juftice you haue vfde. Call you this law ? Cap. Thou doft miftake our meaning, Falcon- bridge We do not aske as being ignorant Of thy tranfgreffion, but as vrging thee To hearty forrow for thy vile mifdeedes, 'I'hat Heauen may take compaffion on tliy foule. /•. Out, grudging peafant, bafe, ill-nurtured groome, Is this the loue thou bearfl vnto the King 1 Gentlemen, take notice of the flaue ; And if he fault, let him be foundly plagude. Now frolick tanner^ what w'ilt thou affoord ? Hobs. Twenty old angels and a fcore of hides ; if that be too little, take twenty nobles more. While 1 haue it, my King fliall fpend of my flore. Ho-u'. The King fliall know thy louing liberal heart. /fobs. Sliall he, ifaith ? I thank ye heartily : but hear ye, ;,^entlcnien, you come from the Court 1 72 The firjl part of How. I doe. Hobs. Lord, how does the King ? and how does Ned., the Kings butler, and Tom, of his Chamber ? I am fure ye know them. Hotv. They do very well. Hobs. For want of better guefts, they were at my houfe one night. Hoiu. I know they were. Hobs. They promifl me a good turne for kiffing my daughter Nell; and now I ha' cazion to try them. My fon's in Dybell here, in Caperdochy, itha gaol j for peeping into another man's purfe ; and, outflep the King be miferable, hees like to totter. Can that fame Ned, the butler, do any thing with the King % Hotv. More than myfelf, or any other lord. Hobs. A halter he can, by my troth, ye rejounce my heart to heare it. How. Come to the Court : I warrant thy fons life: Ned will faue that, and do thee greater good. Hobs. He weane Brock, my mares foal, and come vp to the King ; and it fhall go hard but two fat hens for your pains I will bring. Boives. My lord, this fellow now will giue Fiue pounds, fo you will pardon his rude fpeech. How. For fiue and fiue I cannot brooke the beaft. Grud. What giues the tanner ? I am as able as he. Ajl. He giues ten pound. Grud. Take twenty then of me. I pray ye my lord, forgiue my rough-heaued fpeech. I wis, I meant no hurt vnto my liege. Bowes. Let vs intrcat your lordfliips patience. Ho7a. I do, at your recjuefl, remit the oftence ; So lets depart : heres all we haue to do. Jjl. Tis, for this time and place, my lord. Sirrah, bring your mony. Hobs. What haue you faued now, good man King Edward the fourth. "j'i, Grtid^m, by your hinching and your pinching % not the worth of a blacke pudding. Exeunt. Enter Mijlris Shore atid Mijlris Blague. Mais. Bla. Now miflrefs Shore, what urgent caufe is that Which made ye fend for me in fuch great hafle ? I promife ye, it made me halfe afraid You were not well. yane. Trufl me, nor ficke nor well, But troubled flill with the difeafe I told ye. Here is another letter from the King. Was neuer poor foule fo importuned ? Mais. Bla. But will no anfwer ferue ? Jane. No, miflrefs Blague ; no anfwer will fuffice. He, he it is, that with a violent fiege Ivabours to breake into my plighted faith. Oh, what am I, he fliould fo much forget His royal flate and his high maieflie % Still doth he come difguifed to my houfe, And in moft humble terms bewrays his loue. My husband grieues : alas, how can he choofe, Fearing the difpoffeffment of his yane^ And when he cannot come (for him) he writes, Offering befide incomparable gifts ; And all to win me to his princely will. Mais. Bla. Belieue me, Aliftriffe Shore, a dangerous cafe ; And euery way replete with doubtful feare. If you Hiould yield, your vertuous name were foild, And your beloued husband made a fcorn ; And if not yield, tis likely that his loue, "Which now admires ye, will conuert to hate ; And who knows not a princes hate is death 1 Yet I will not be Hie fliall counfel ye : Good miflrefs Shore, do what ye will for me. yanc. I'lien counfell me what I were bed to do. 74 1'h,e firjl part of Mais. Bla. You know, his greatneffe can difpenfe with ilJ, Making the fin feem leffer by his worth ; And you yourfelf, your children, and your friends, Be all aduanced to worldly dignity ; And this worlds pomp, you know is a goodly thing. Yet I will not be the fhall counfell ye ; Good miflrefs Shore, do what ye will for me. Jane. Alas, I know that I was bound by oath To keep the promife that I made at firfl ; And virtue liues, when pomp confumes to dufl. Mais. Bla. So we do fay difhonour is no fliame, When flander does not touch th' offenders name. You fhall be folded in a princes arms, Whofe beck difperfeth euen the greatefl harmes. Many, that fit themfelues in high degree. Will then be glad to floope and bend the knee. And who ifl, hauing plenty in the hand, Neuer commanded, but doth flill command. That cannot work in fuch exceffe of things. To quit the guilt one fmall tranfgreffion brings ? Yet I will not be fhe fhall counfell ye : Good maiflreffe Shore, do what ye will for me. Jane. Here do I Hue, although in mean eflate, Yet with a confcience free from all debate ; Where higher footing may in time procure A fudden fall, and mixe my fwecte with foure. Mais. Bla. True. I confcffe a priuate life is good. Nor would I otherw'fe be vnderfl.ood. To be a goldfmiths wife is fome content ; But dayes in court more pleafantly are fi)ent. A houfeholds gouernment deferues renowne^ But what is a companion to a crowne 1 The name of Miflrifle is a pretty thing. But Madam at each word doth glory bring. Yet I will not be flie fhall counfel ye : Good Miflrifs Shore, do what ye will for mc. King Edward the fourth. 75 yane. Oh, that I knew which were the befl of twain, Which for I doe not, I am ficke with paine. Enter her Boy. How now fir boy, what is the newes with you ? Boy. The gentleman, forfooth, the other day, That would haue bought the Jewell at our flail. Is here to fpeake with ye. Jam. Oh, God ! it is the King. Good miflriffe Blague, withdraw ye from this place : He come anon, fo foon as he is gone. And firrah, get you to the fhop again. Exit Boy. Mais. Bla. Now, miflriile Shore, bethink ye what to do. Such fuitors come not euery day to woo. All (Iris Blague departs, and the Ki7ig enters in his former difgui/e. King. Thou mayfl conuidl me, beauties pride, ot boldnefs. That I intrude like an vnbidden guefl ; But, Loue being guide my fault will fcem the leffe. Jan- Mofl welcome to your fubiects homely roofe ! The foot, my foueraign, feldom doth offence, Vnlefs the heart feme other hurt intend. King. The mofl thou feefl, is hurt vnto myfelf : How for thy fake is maiefty difrobed ! Riches made poorc and dignity brought low, Only that thou mightfl our affe6lion know ! jane. The more the pity, that; within the sky, The funne that fliould all other vapors dry, And guide the world with his mofl. glorious light, Is muffled v[) himfelf in wilfull night. King. The want of thee, fair Cinthia, is the caufe. Spread thou thy filuer brightneffe in the aire, And flrait the gladfome morning will appeare. 76 The firjl part of ^ane. I may not wander. He,' that guides my car, Is an immoued, conilant, fixed Star. King. But I will giue that Star a Comets name, And fhield both thee and him from further blame. yane. How if the Hofl of Heauen at this abufe Repine ? who can the prodigy excufe % King. It lies within the compaffe of my power, To dim their enuious eyes, dare feeme to loure. But, leauing this our enigmatick talke. Thou mufl fweete J^ane, repaire vnto the Court. His tongue intreates, controuls the greatefl peer : His hand plights loue, a royall fceptre holds ; And in his heart he hath confirmd thy good. Which may not, mufl not, fhall not be withflood. Jane. If you inforce me, I haue nought to lliy ; But wifli I had not Uued to fee this day. King. Blame not the time. Thou fhalt haue caufe to joy ! Jmie, in the euening I will fend for thee, And thou and thine fhall be aduanced by me : In fign whereof, receiue this true-loue kiffe. Nothing ill meant, there can be no amiffe. Exit. Jane. Well, I will in ; and ere the time beginne, Learn how to be repentant for my fmne. Exit. Enter Lord Maior, Maijler Shore, and Fraunces Emerfley. Maior. But, coufin Shore, are ye affured it was the King you faw in fuch difguife % Shore. Do I know you, the vncle of my wife ? Know I Frank Emerflcv., her brother here ? So furely do I knowe that counterfeit To be the King. Fran. Well, admit all this. And that his maiefly, in fuch difguife, Pleafe to furuay the manner of our city, Or what occafion elfe may like hirafelf : Methinks you haue fmall reafon, brother Shore, To be difpleafde thereat. Ma. Oh, I haue found him now. King Edward the fourth. 7 7 Becaufe my Neece, his wife, is beautiful!, And well reputed for her vertuous parts, He, in his fond conceit, mifdoubts the King Doth dote on her in his affedlion. I know not coufin how flie may be changed, By any caufe in your procuring it, From the fair carriage of her wonted courfe ; But well I wot, I haue oft heard you fay, She merited no fcruple of millike. If now fome giddy fancy in your braine Make you conceiue finiflerly of her. And with a perfon of fuch difference, I tell you Coufin more for her refpedl Than to foothe you in fuch fottiflinefs, I would reueale ye open to the world, And let your folly iuilly plague yourfelf. Shore. Vncle, you are too forward in your rage, And much miflake me in this fuddenneffe. Your neeces reputation haue I prifde, And flirined as deuoutly in my foule, As you or any that it can concerne. Nor when I tell you that it is the King Comes muflled like a common leruing-man, \)o I infer thereby my wife is falfe, Or fwerues one iot from wonted modeftie. Though in my fliop flie fit, more to refpeft Her feruants duty, then for any fkill She doth, or can pretend, in what we trade, Is it not ftrange, that euer when he comes, It is to her. and will not deale with me 1 Ah, vncle, Frank, nay, would all her kin \Vere heere to cenfure of my caufe aright. Though I mifdeeme not her, yet give me leaue To doubt what his fly walking may entend. And let me tell ye, he that is poffefL Of fuch a beautie, learcs vndermining guefles ; Efpccially a mighty one, like him, Whofe grcatneife may guild ouer vgly fmne. \\\\ fay lii^ coming is not lo my wife. yS The firjl part of Then hath he fome fly aiming at my life, By falfe compounded metalls, or light gold, Or elfe fome other trifle to be fold. When kings themfelues fo narrowly do pry Into the world, men feare ; and why not I % Fratt. BeHeue me, brother, in this doubtful cafe, I know not well how I fhould anfwer ye. I wonder in this ferious bufie time Of this great gathered Beneuolence For his regaining of his right in France, The day and nightly turmoile of his lordes, Yea of the whole eflate in generall, He can be fpared from thefe great afl"aires, And wander heere difguifed in this fort. But is not this your Boy ? E?iter Boy. Shore. Yes, marry, is it. How now ; what ncwes with thee 1 Boy. Mafler, my miftreffe, by a nobleman, Is fent for to the King, in a clofe coach. Shees gone with him. Thefe are the news I bring. Maior. How, my neece fent for to the King ? By a nobleman, and fhee is gone with him ? Nay, then, I like it not. E?H. How, gone, faiefl thou ? Shore. Be patient vncle, florm not, gentle Franke, The wrong is mine. By whom 1 A king. To talke of fuch it is no common thing. She is gone, thou faiefl 1 Boy. Yes, truly, fir : tis fo. Shore. I cannot help it ; a Gods name, let her goe. You cannot help it, vncle ; no nor you. Where kings are medlers, meaner men mufl rue. I florme againft it 1 no ; f^irewell, J^ane Short Once thou waft mine; but mufl be fo no more. Maior. Gone to the Court ^ F.xii. King Edward the fourth. 79 Shore. Yet, vncle, will ye rage ? Let mine example your high heat affwage. To note offences in a mightie man It is enough ; amend it he that can. Franke Emerfiey ! my wife thy fifler was ; Lands, goods, and all I haue, to thee I paffe, Saue that poor portion, mud along with me, To beare me from this badge of obloquy. It neuer fliall be faid that Matthaa Shore A kings difhonor in his bonnet wore. Em. Good brother. Shore. Striue not to change me, for I am refolued, And will not tarrie. England fare thou well. And, Ed7ciard, for requiting me fo well, But dare I fpeake of him 1 forbeare, forbeare. Come, Franke, I will furrender all to thee, And then abroad, where ere my fortune be. Exeimt. Enter King Edward, Howard, Sellinger, o^c. King. And haue our country fubieefls beene fo franke And bountifuU in their Beneuolence Toward our prefent expedition % Thanks, coufm Howard., for thy paines herein : We will haue letters fent to euery fhire Of thankful gratitude, that they may knowe How highly we refpe^l their gentleneffe. How. One thing, my Lord, I had well neare forgot : Your pleafaiit hod, the Tanner of Tajnworth. King. What of him, coufni ? How. He was right liberall : Twenty old angels did he fend your grace ; And others, feeing him fo bountifull, Stretcht further than they otherwife had done. King. Trufl me, I mufl requite that honcR Tanner. Oil. li.id lie l<(j])t ]ii;; word and conic to Court. 8o The jirft part oj Then, in good fadneffe, we had had good fport. How. That is not long, my lord, which comes at laa. Hees come to London, on an earned caufe. His fonne lies prifoner in Stafford Jaile, And is condemned for a robbery. Your Highneffe pardoning his fonnes offence, May yield the Tanner no meane recompenfe. King. But who hath feene him fmce he came to towne % Sel. My Lord, in Holborne twas my hap to fee him, Gazing about. I fent away my men ; And clapping on one of their liuery cloakes. Came to him ; and the Tanner knew me flraite. How dofl thou Tom ? and How doth Ned % quoth he ; That honed, merry hangman, how doth he ? I, knowing that your maiedie intended This day in perfon to come to the Tower, There bade him meete me, where Ned and I Would bring him to the prefence of the King, And there procure a pardon for his fonne. King. Haue then a care we be not feene of him, Vntil we be prouided for the purpofe ; Becaufe, once more wele haue a little fport. Tom Sellinger, let that care be yours. Sei. I warrant ye, my lord. Let me alone. Enter the Lord Maior. Kin^. Welcome, lord Maior ! what, haue you figni- fide Our thankfulneffe vnto our citizens, For their late-gathered Beneuolence 1 ATaior. Before the citizens in our Gidldhalf Mader Recorder made a good oration, Of thankfull gratitude vnto them all, Which they rcreiued witli fo kindc rcr[)ccl King Edward the fourth. 81 And loue vnto your royall maieflie, As it appeard to vs they forrowed Their bounty to your highnefs was no more. King. Lord Maior, thanks to yourfelf and^them ! And go ye with vs now into the Tower, To fee the order that we fhall obferue In this fo needful preparation ; The better may you fignifie to them What neede there was of their Beneuolence. Maior. He wait vpon your gracious maieflie. Yet there is one thing that much grieueth me. afide. Exeunt. Enter Shore and two Watermen, bearing his trunkes. Shore. Go, honefl fellow; bear my trunckes aboard ; And tell the maifter He come prefently. Enter Mi flris Shore, lady-like attired., with diuers fuppli- catio?is in her hand, JJie unpinning her Mask, and attended on by many Suitors. I. Watertnan. We will, fir. But what lady haue we heere ? Belike fhe is of no meane countenance, That hath fo many fuitors waiting on her. S/wre. Go, one of you, I pray ye, inquire her name. I. Waterman. My honeil friend, what Lady call ye thisi Ayre. Her name is Miflriffe Shore, the kings be- loued ; A fpecial friend to fuitors at the court, Shore. Her name is millrifle Shore, the Kings be- loved ! Where fhall I hide my head, or flop mine ears. But like an owle I fliall be wonderd at? When file with me was wont to walke the flreetes, 82 The Jirjl part of The people then, as fhe did pafs along, Would fay, There goes faire, modeR, miflrifle Shore. When fhe attended like a City dame, Was prais'd of matrons. So that citizens, When they would fpeake of ought vnto their wiues. Fetcht their example flill from miflriffe Shore. But now (he goes deckt in her courtly robes. This is not fhe, that once in feemely blacke Was the chafle, fober wife of Matthew Shore; For now flie is King Ed'u/i,^ We mean it, tanner, on our royal word. Now, Maifler of S. Katharines, what would you % Maiffcr. My gracious lord, the great benciiolence (Though fmall to that your fubiefts could afford) King Edward the fourth. 89 Of poor S. Katharines do I bring your grace. Fiue hundred pounds here haue they fent by me, For the eafier portage, all in angel gold. What this good widdowe, miflrifle Norton, will, She comes herfelf, and brings her gift with her. Widow. Pardon me, gracious lord, prefumption, Nor ouerweening in mine owne conceite, Makes me thus bolde to come before your grace > But loue and duty to your maieflie, And great defire to fee my lord the King. Our Maifler, here, fpake of beneuolence. And faid my twenty nobles was enough. I thought not fo ; but at your highnefs feete, A widows mite, a token of her zeale, In humble duty giues you twenty pound. King. Now by my crowne, a gallant lufly girle. Of all the exhibition yet beflowed. This womans liberaUty likes me befl. Is thy name Norton % Widmu. I, my gracious liege. Kin^. How long hafl tliou been a widow 1 Widow. It is, my lord, Since I did bury Wilkin, my good man, At Shrouetide next, euen jufl a dozen yeares. King. In all which fpace, couldfL thou not finde a man. On whom thou mightfl beftowe thyfelf againe ? Widow. Not anie like my Wilkin, whofe deare loue I knowe is matchleffe : in relpe6l of whom I thinke not any worthy of a kifs. King. No^ widow % that He try. How like you tliis % He kiffeth her. Widow. Eeflirew my heart, it was a honey kifs, Able to make an aged woman young ; And for the fame, mofl fwecte and lonely prince, See what the widow giues you from her flore. Forty olde angels but for one kifs more. 9© King Edward the fourth. King. Marry, widow, and thou fhalt haue it. John Hobs, thou art a widower : lackfl thou fuch a wife ? Hobs. Snails, twenty pound a kiffe ? Had fhe as many twenty pound bags as I haue knobs of barke in my tan-fat, fhe might kiffe them away in a quarter of a year. He no S. Katharines widows, if kiffes be fo dear. Wido^iD. Clubs and clouted flioes, there's none enamoured here. King. Lord Maior, we thanke you, and intreat ^\^thall To recommend vs to our Citizens. We mufl for France. We bid you all farewell. Come tanner thou fhalt go with vs to Court ; To morrow you fhall dine with my lord Maior, And afterward fet homeward when ye pleafe. God and our right that only fight for vs. Adieu, pray that our toile proue profperous. Excufit. FINIS. THE SECOND PART OF KING EDWARD THE FOURTH. Containing his iourney into France, for the obtaining of his right there : The trecherous falfliood of the Duke of Bur- gundic and the Conftablc of France vfed againft him, and his returne home againe. Likewife the profecution of the hiflorie of IVI. Shoare and his faire wife. Concluding with the lamentable death of them both. F.ntcr King Edward, Howard, Bellinger, and Souidiers marching. King. Is this the aide our coufin Burgundy And the great Conftable of France allured us ] Haue we marcht thus far through the heart of France, And with the terrour of our luigliHi drummes Roufed the poore trembling French, which leaue their lownes, That now the wolues affrighted from the tickles 92 The fecond part of Do get their prey, and kennell in the flreetes ? Our thundering cannons, now this fortnight fpace, Like common bellmen in fome market towne, Haue cride the Conflable and Burgundy ; But yet I fee they come not to our aide. Wele bring them in, or by the bleffed light, Wele fearch the groundfills of their cities walls. Since you haue brought me hither, I will make The proudefl tower that flands in France to quake. I maruel much that Scale: returnes not ; for by him I doe expect to heare their refolutions. Enter the Lord Scales. How. My foueraign, he is happily returned. King. Welcome, my lord ; welcome, good cofui Scales. What newes from Burgundy ? what is his anfwer ? What, comes he to our fuccour, as he promifed ? Scales. Not by his good will. For ought that I can fee. He lingers ftill in his long fiege at Nufe. I vrged his promife and your expecflation, Euen to the force and compaffe of my fpirit. I cheerd my firme perfuafions with your hopes, And guilded them with my befl oratory : I framed my fpeech flill fitly^ as I found The temper of his humor to be wrought vpon ; But flill I found him earthly, vnrefolucd, Muddie ; and, methought, euer through his eyes, I faw his wauering and vnfettled fpirit ; And, to be fhort, fubtle and trecherous, And one that doth intend no good to you. And he will come, and yet he wanteth power ; He would faine come, but may not leaue the fiege, He hopes he fhall, but yet he knows not when, He purpofed, but fome impediments Haue hinderd his determined intent. Briefly, I thinke lie will not come at all. King Edward the forirth. 93 Kmg. But is he like to take the town of Nufe % Scales. My lord, the town is liker to take him ; That, if he chance to come to you at all, Tis but for fuccour. King. But what faies Count S. Panl'\ Scales. My lord, he lies and reuels at S. Qumti?is, And laughs at Edioards coming into France. There domineiring with his drunken crewe, Make jigs of vs, and in their Hauering iefls Tell how like rogues we lie here in the field. Then comes a flaue, one of thefe drunken fots, In with a tauern-reckoning for a fupplication, Difguifed with a cuOiion on his head, A drawers apron for a heralds coate, And tells the Count, the King of England craues One of his worthy honours dog-kennels, To be his lodging for a day or two. With fome fuch other tauern-foolery. With that, this filthie, rafcall, greafie rout Burft out in laughter at this worthie iefl, Naighing like horfes. Thus the Count S. Paul Regards his promife to your maieflie. King. Will no man thrufl the flaue into a fack- butl Si. Now, by this light, were I but neare the flaue With a blackc iacke, I would beate out his braines. How. If it pleafe your highnelTe but to fay the word, Wele pluck him out of Qiiintins by the eares. Kini^. No, coulin Hcmnird) wele referue our valour For better purpofe. Since they both refufe vs, Ourfelues will be vnriualld in our honour. Now our firfl cafl, my Lord, is at maine France, Whilll yet our army is in health and flrong ; And, haue we once but broke into that war, I will not leauc S. Paul, nor Jyuri^u/uly, 94 The fecond part of Not a bare pigs- cote to fhroud them in. Herald. Her. My foueraign ! King. Go, herald, and to Lewis, the French king, Denounce Hern war, and tell him I am come To take poffeffion of my realme of France. Defie him boldly from vs. Be thy voice As fierce as thunder, to affright his foule. Herald, begone, I fay, and be thy breath Piercing as lightning, and thy words as death. Her. I goe, my liege, refolud to your high will. Exit. King. Sound drumme, I fay ; fet forward with our powre ; And, France, ere long expe6l a dreadful houre ! I will not take the Englifli flandards down. Till thou empale my temples with thy crowne. Enter Lewis the French King, Bourbon, and St. Pierre, wit/i the Herald of England. Leiuis. Herald of England, we are pleafed to heare What meffage thou hafl brought vs from thy King. Prepare thyfelf, and be aduifed in fpeech. Her. Right gratious and mofl Chriflian King of France ! I come not to thy prefence vnprepared To do the meffage of my royal liege. Edward the Fourth, of England and of France The lawful King, and Lord of Ireland, Wliofe puiffant magnanimious breaft incenfed. Through manifeft notorious iniuries, Offerd by thee. King Lewis, and thy French, Againfl his title to the crowne of France, And right in all thefe dukedomes following, Aquitaine, A?ijou, Gtiycn, Aguilcnie, King Edward the fourth. 95 Breathes forth by me, the organ of his fpeech, Hoflile defiance to thy realme and thee. And tramphng now vpon the face of France With barbed horfe and vaUant armed foote, Himfelf the leader of thofe martiall troopes, Bids thee to battle, where and when thou darfl, Except thou make fuch reflitution And yearely tribute on good hoflages, As may content his iufl conceiued wTath. And to this meflage anfwer I expe6l. Letv. Right peremptory is this embaffage ; And were ray roiall brother of England pleafed To entertaine thofe kinde affecftions Wherewith we do imbrace his amity, Needleffe were all thefe thunder-threatning wordes. Let Heauen, where all our thoughts are regiflerd, Beare record with what deepe defire of peace We fliall fubfcribe to fuch conditions As equity for En^la?id fliall propound. 1[ Edward haue fuflained wrong in Erance, Lciois was neuer authour of that wrong ; Yet, faultlefs, we will make due recompenfe. We are affurd that his maieflick thoughts, In his mild fpirit, did neuer mean thefe warres, Till Charles Burgundy, once our fawning friend. But now our open foe, and Count S. Paul, Our fubiecl once and Conflable of France, But now a traitour to our realme and vs, Were motines to incite him vnto armcs, Which hauing done, will leaue him, on my life. Her. The King my maifter reckes not Burgundy, And fcorns S. Paul, that trechrous Conflable. His puiffance is fufficient in itfelf To conquer France, like his progenitors. LewK He fliall not neede to wafte by force of warre. Where i)eace Hiall yeeld him more then he can win. We couet peace, and we will purchafe it At any rate that reafon can demand. 96 The Jecond part of And it is better England ioin in league With vs, his flrong, old, open enemy, Than with thofe weake and new diffembling friends. We do fecure vs from our open foes, But truft in friendes (though faithleffe) we repofe. My Lord .S". Pierre and coufm Bourbon, fpeake. What cenfure you of Burgundy and S. Paul ? St. Pierre. Dread Lord^ it is well known that Burgundy Made fhow of tender feruice to your maiefly, Till by the engine of his flatteries. He made a breach into your Highneffe loue ; Where enterd once and thereof full poffefl, He fo abufd that royal excellence By getting footing into manie towns, Caftles, and forts, belonging to your crowne. That now he holds them gainfl your realme and you. Bur. And Count S. Paid, the Conilable of France, Ambitious in that high authority, Vfurps the lands and feigneuries of thofe That are true fubiedls, noble peers of France. Your boundleffe fauours did him firfl fubome ; And now to be your liegeman he thinkes fcome. Lew. By this coniedlure the vnfleady courfe Thy royal maifler vndertakes in J'rance : And herald intimate what feruent zeale We haue to league with Edward and his Englifh. Three hundreth crownes we giue thee for reward, And of rich crimfon veluet thirty yardes, In hope thou wilt vnto thy foueraign tell We fhow thee not one difcontented looke, Nor render him one misbeholden word ; But his defiance and his dare to warre. We fwallow with the fupple oile of peace ; » Which gentle herald if thou canfl procure, A thoufand crowns fliall iuflly guerdon thee. Her. So pleafe it your mofl facred maiefly, To fend vnto my gracious Soueraign Kmg Edward the fourth. 97 Eciuall conditions for the bonds of peace And reflitution of his iniuries, His temper is not of obdurate malice, But fweete relenting princely clemency. Performe your promife of a thoufand crownes, And fecond me with fome fit meffenger, And I will vndertake to worke your peace. Leto. By the true honor of a Chriflian king, Effedl our peace, and thou flialt haue our crownes. And we will pofl a herald after thee, That fhall confirm thy fpeech and our defignes. Go, Mngeronn ; fee to this herauld giuen The veluet and three hundreth crownes propofed. Farewell, good friend, remember our requefl, And kindly recommend vs to King Edward. Exeunt EngliJJi Herald and Mugcroun. How think you lords % is't not more requifite To make our peace, then war with Enghi/ids power ? Bour. Yes, gracious Lord ; the wounds are bleed- ing yet That Talbot, Bedford, and King Henry made, Which peace mufl cure, or France fliall languiHi Rill. S. Pierre. Befides my liege, by thefe inteflinc foes, The Conflablc and trecherous Burgundy, The States in danger, if the linglifh flir. Enter Mugcroun. Lew. Tis perilous and full of doubt, my lords , We mufl haue peace with Elngland euerie way. Who fliall be herald in tliefe high affaires % Bur. No belter man then Monfieur A/ugeroun, Whofe wit is fliarp, whofe elocpience is found ; His i)refence gracious, and his courage good ; A gentleman, a fcholar, and a fouldier; A compleate man for fuch an embaffage. Art thou content to be emploied, Afugeroun, In this negotiation to King Edward'^ H 98 The fecond part of Mug. If your mofl facred maieilie command, Your humble vaffall Mugeroun fhall goe. Lew. Gramercies, Mugerouti. But thou mufl affume A heralds habit, and his office both, To pleade our loue, and to procure vs peace With Englifh Edward, for the good of France. Mug. I know the matter and the form, my Lord. Giue me my Heralds Coat, and I am gone. Lew. Thou art a man compofed for bufmefs. Attend on vs for thy inflrudlions. And other fit fupplies for thefe affaires ; And for thy diligence expect reward. Exeunt. Enter feueral waies, Burgundy ajid the Conjlahlc of France. Con. Whither away fo fafl goes Burgundy 1 Bur. Nay rather whither goes the ConfLable ? Con. Why, to King Edward, man. Is he not come? Meanfl thou not likewife to goe vifit him ? Bur. Oh, excellent. I knowe that in thy foule Thou knowfl that I doe purpofe nothing leffe. Nay, I do knowe, for all thy outward Ihowe, Thou hafl no meaning once to looke on him. Brother diffembler, leaue this colouring, With him that means as falfely as thyfelf. Con. I, but thou knowfl that Ed'ioard on our letters, And hoping our afliftance when he came, Did make this purpofd voyage into France; And with his forces is he heere arriued, TrufLing that we will keepe our word with him. Now though we meane it not, yet let a face Vpon the matter as though we intended To keepe our word with him effectually. Biir. And for my better countnance in this cafe. My lingring fiege at Nufc will ferue tlie turne. King Edward the fourth. 99 There will I fpend the time to difappoint King Ediuards hope of my conioining with him. Con. And I will keepe me ftill here in S. Quijiihis, Pretending mighty matters for his aide, But not performing any, on my word. The rather But-gundy, becaufe I aime ] /?// At matters which perhaps may coft your head, , t/iis If all hit right to expe61ation. ) afidc. In the meane fjjace, like a good crafty knauc, That hugs the man he wifheth hangd in heart, Keep I faire weather flill with Burgundy, Till matters fall out for my purpofe fit. let, font vwn fccrcts, beau temps pour moy. Bur. Ici,fonf nwnfccrets, beau temps pour moy. Are ye fo crafty Conflable ? proceede, procecdc, You quicke, fliarj^e fighted man, imagine me Blinde, witleflfe, and a filly idcot, That pries not into all your i)olicies. Who, I % no, God doth knowe, my fimple wit Can neuer found a judgment of fuch reach, As in our cunning Conflable of France. Perfuade thyfelf fo flill, and when time femes, And that thou art in mofl. extremity, Needing my helpe, then take thou heede of me ; In meane while, fir, you are the onely man That hath my heart ? Hath % I, and great reafon too. Thus it befits men of deep reach to do. Well, Conflable youle back again to Nufe, And not aide P^nglifli Edward 1 Con. What clfe, man ? And keepe thee in St. Quintins : fo fhall we Smile at King Edivards weake capacity. Exeunt. Enter King Edward, 7oit/i Burgundy, Howard, Sellinger, a/ut Scales. King. Tell me not /lur'^uiutie tis I am wi'ongd ; n 2 loo The fecond part of And you haue dealt like a difloyall knight. Bur. Edward of England, thefe are vnkingly words. Ki7ig. He that will do, my lord, what he fhould not, Mud and fliall heare of me what he would not, I fay againe, you haue deluded me. Bur. Am I not come according to my word ? King. No, Charles of Burgufidy ! thy word was giuen To meet with me in Aprill ; now tis Augufl ; The place appointed, Cales, not Lorraitie ; And thy approach to be with martiall troopes ; But thou art come, not hauing in thy traine So much as page or lackey to attend thee. As who fhould fay thy prefence were munition. And fLrength enough to anfwer our expecl. Summer is almofl fpent, yet nothing done. And all by dalliance with vncertaine hope. Bur. My forces lay before the citie Nufe, From which I could not rife but with difhonour, Vnleffe vpon fome compofition had. King. There was no fuch exception in your letters. Why fmiles Lord Scales ? Scales. My man reports, my Lord, The compofition that the Duke there made Was meere compulfion ; for the cittizens Draue him from thence perforce. King. I thought fo much. We fhould not yet haue feene your Excellence, But that your heeles were better then your hands. Bur. Lord Scales, thou dofl me wrong to llandcr me. King. Letting that jjafle, it fhall be fecne, my Lord, That we are able of ourfclfe to claime Our right in France, without or your affiflance King Edward the fourth. i o i Or anie others, but the helpe of Heauen. Bur. I make no quedion of it : yet the Con- ftable, Prefl with no fuch occafion as I was, Might haue excufd vs both, if he had pleafed. King. Accufe him not. Your Cities, as we came. Were euen as much to be condemned as his. They gaue vs leaue to lye within the field, And fcarcely would affoord vs meat for money. This was hnall friendfhip, in refpe6l of that You had engagd your honour to performe. But march we forward as we were determined. This is S. Quintins, where you fay, my Lord, The Conflable is ready to receiue vs. Bur. So much he fignified to me my letter. King. Well, we fliall fee his entertainment. For- ward ! As they march vpon the JIage, the Lord Scales is Jlrucke downe, and two Souldicrs /laineoutright, with great Jliot from the tow7ie. Fly to our main battalia ; bid them fland. Theres treafon plotted : fpeake to me, Lord Scales ; Or if there be no power of life remaining To vtter thy hearts grieuance, make a figne. Two of our common fouldiers flaine befule ! This is hard welcome. But it was not you, At whom the fatall enginer did aime ; My bread the leuell was, though you the marke : In which confpiracy, anfwer me, Duke, Is not thy foule as guilty as the Earles % Bur. Perifh, my foule, King Edward^ if I knew Of any fuch intention. Yet I did. And grieue that it hath fpcd no otherwife. Ki7ig. Howard and Sellinger \lmgm\(\Y Jleales a-way. What is there hope of life in none of them ? JIow. The foukliers are both llaine outright, my Lord, I o 2 Tkejecond part of But the Lord Scales a little is recouerd. Kini^. Conuey his body to our pauilion, And let our Surgeons vfe all diligence They can deuife for faueguard of his life, Whilfl we with all extremity of warre Go plague S. Qimitins. Howard fetch on our powers, We will not flir a foot till we haue fliowne Juft vengeance on the Conflable of France. Oh, God, to wooe vs firft to pafs the fea, And at our coming thus to halt with vs ! I think the like thereof was neuer feen. But wheres the Duke % Sel. Gone, as it feemes, my Lord, Stept fecretly away, as one that knew His confcience would accufe him if he flaid. Ki?ig. A pair of mofl diffembling hypocrites, Is he and this bafe Earle, on whom I vowe, Leauing King Lewis vnpreiudizd in peace. To fpend the whole meafure of my kindled rage. Their flreets fhall fweate with their effufed blood, And this bright funne be darkend with the (moke Of fmouldring cinders, when their city lies Buried in aflies of reuengefull fire : On whofe pale fuperficies, in the fleade Of parchment, with my lance He drawe thefe Hues Edward of Eiiglajid left this fnc?nory, In iufl rcucnge of haiefull treachery. Enter Howard agai/ie. Lord Howard, haue )c done as I commanded ? How. Our battles are difpofd ; and on the browc Of eucry inferiour feruitour, my lord, You might behold dcflruciion figured. Greedily thirfling to bcginne the figlit , But when no longur tlicy might be rcilramil, And that the drummc and trumpet both beganjie To found n-,-!rref. ''ic-.Th." liarnmny. iK-hold King Edward the fourth. i o 3 A flag of truce vpon the walls was hangd, And forth the gates did iffue meekly pacde, Three men, whereof the Conflable is one ; The other two, the gunner and his mate. By whofe grofs ouerfight (as they report) This fuddaine chance vnwittingly befell. King. Bring forth the Conflable. The other two, See them fafe-guarded till you know our pleafure. Enter the Conjlable. Now, my Lord Howard^ how is it with Scales % Hoia. Well, my dread Soueraigne, now his wound is drefl. And by the opinion of the furgeons, Tis thought he fliall not perifli by this hurt. Ki)ig. I am the gladder. But unfaithfull Earl, I do not fee how yet I can difpenfe With thy fubmiflion. This was not the welcome Your letters fent to England promifd me. Con. Right high and mighty prince, condemn me not. That am as innocent in this offence As any fouldier in the Englifli army. Tlie fault is in our gunners ignorance, Who, taking you for Leiois, King of France, That likewife is within the cities ken, IVIadc that vnlucky fliot to beate him ^backe, And not of malice to your maieflie : To knowledge which, I brought them with myfelf, And thirty thoufand crownes within this purfe^ Sent by the burghers to redecme your lacke. King. Conflable of France, we will not fcllc a droppe Of Englilh bloud tor all the gould in France : l!ut infomuch two of our men are flaine, 'I'd iiuit their ic/^, poore little heart. Ric. Youle giue me leaue to wait vpon your lord- fliip. Ed. I had more need, brother, to wait on you. For you are fick ; and fo am not I . Ric. Oh, lord, methinks this going to our bed, How like it is to going to our graue. Ed. I pray thee, do not fpeake of graues fweet heart. 1 54 The fecond part of Indeed thou frighted me. Ru. Why, ray lord brother, did not our tutor teach vs, That when at night we went vnto our bed, We flill (hould think we went vnto our graue. Ed. Yes, thats true, That we fhould do as eu'ry Chriflian ought, To be prepard to die at euery hour. But I am heauy. Ric. Indeed, and fo am I. Ed. Then let vs fay our prayers and go to bed. They kneel, and folemn muficke the while within. The miificke ceafeth, a?id they rife. Ric. What, bleeds your grace ? Ed. I two drops and no more. Ric. God bleffe vs both ; and I defire no more. Ed. Brother, fee here what Dauid fays, and fo fay I : Lord I in thee will I trufl, although I die. As the young Princes go out, enter Tirill. Tir. Go, lay ye down, but neuer more to rife, I haue put my hand into the fouled murder That euer was committed fmce the world. The very fenfeleffe dones here in the walles Breake out in teares but to behold the fa6t. Methinkes the bodies lying dead in graues, Should rife and cry again d vs. O hark, {a noife within) harke. The mandrakes flirieks are mufic to their cries, The very night is frighted, and the darres Do drop like torches, to behold this deed : The very centre of the earth doth fliake, Methinks the Toivre fliould rent down from the toppe, To let the heauen look on this mondrous deede. King Edward the foiwth, 155 Enter at the one doore, Dighton, with Edward vnder his artn, at the other doore, Forrefl with Richard. Digh. Stand further, damned rogue, and come not near me. For. Nay, fland thou further villain, fland afide. Digh. Are we not both damnd for this curfed deed 1 For. Thou art the witnefs that thou bearft the King. Digh. And what bearfl thou 1 For. It is too true. Oh, I am damnd indeed ! He lookes doivne on the boy vnder his arme. Tyr. I am as deepe as you, although my hand Did not the deede. Digh. O villaine, art thou there % For. A plague light on thee ! Tyr. Curfe not, A thoufand plagues will light vpon vs all. They lay them doiun. The priefl here in the Toiver will bury them. Let vs away. Enter M. Blage & her two men., brifiging in Slioar alias Floiid, in a ehaire, his arme bleeding a- pace. Bla. So, fet him here awhile, where is more aire. How cheere you, fir. Alack, he doth begin To change his colour. Where is miflrifs Shore ? Gone to her clofet for a precious balm, The fame (fhe fayd) King Fdicard vs'd himfelf. Alack, I fear hele die before flie come. Run ([uickly for fome rofafolis. Faint not, fir; Be of good comfort. Come, good miflrifs Shore, What haue you there % jFane. Stand by, and giue me leaue. Bla. Unhappy me, to lodge him in my houfe ! Jane. I warrant you, woman, be not fo afraid. If not this bloud-flone hangd about his necke. This balme will flanch it, by the helpe of God. Lift vj) his arme, whilfl I do bathe his wound. 156 The feco7id part of The fign belike was here when he was hurt, Or elfe fome principal and chief veine is pierfl. Bl. How euer Aire the furgeon was a knaue, That lookt no better to him at the firfl. yane. Blame him not, Miflrifs Blage ; the bed of them, In fuch a cafe as this, may be to feeke. Bla. Now, God be bleffed ! fee the crimfon bloud, That was precipitate and falling down Into his arm, retires into his face, How fare you, fir 1 how do you feele yourfelf ? Shore. Oh, wherefore haue you wakt me from my fleepe? And broke the quiet flumber I was in % Methought I fate in fuch a pleafant place, So full of all delight as neuer any eie Beheld, nor heart of man could comprehend, If you had let me go, I felt no paine : But being now reuokt, my grief renews. Jane. Giue him fome rofa-folis, miflrefs Blage., And that will likewife animate the fprites, And fend alacrity vnto the heart, That hath been flragling with the pangs of deatli. Bla. Here, fir, drinke this; you need not feare it, fir; It is no hurt : fee, I will be your tafler : Then drinke I pray you. Jane. Now, fellowes, raife liis body from the chaire, And gently let him walke a turne or two. Bla. Good footh, miflrifs Shore, I did not think till now You had been fuch a cunning skilld phyfition. Shore. Oh, miflreffe Blage, though 1 mufl needs confefle It would haue been more welcome to my foule, If I had died, and been remoud at laft, From the confufed troubles of tliis world. King Edward the Fourth. 1 5 7 Whereof I haue fuflained no meane waight, Than Hngring here, be made a packhorfe flill Of torments, in comparifon of which Death is but as the pricking of a thorne. Yet I do thank you for your taken paines. And would to God I could requite your loue ! Bla. Sir, I did you little good. What was done, Afcribe the benefit and praife thereof Vnto the gentlewoman, kind miflrifs S/wre, Who, next to God, prefervd your feeble life. Shore. How % miflrefs Shore, good friends, let go your hold ! My llrength is now fufficient of itfelf. Oh is it fhe that flill prolongs my woe 1 Was it ordaind not onely at the firfl She fliould be my deftruclion, but now twife. When gratious deflinies had brought about To ende this weary pilgrimage of mme, Mufl Hie, and none but flie, preuent that good, And flop my entrance to eternall bliffe 1 Oh, lafling plague, oh, endleffe corrafiue ! It now repents me double that I fcapte Since's lifes made death, and lifes author hate ! Jane. Sir, take my counfell, and fit downe againe. It is not good to be fo bold of foot Vpon the fudden, till you haue more flrength. Shore. Miflrefs, I thanke you, and I care not much If I be ruld by you. fits dozune. Oh, God, that flie fliould pity me vnknown, That, knowing me, by her was ouerthrowne ; Or ignorantly flie fhould regard this fniart, That heretofore fpard not to flab my heart. Enter Brackenbury. Bra. By your leaue, miftrifs Bhrge. I am fomc- what bold, 158 The fecond part of Is there not a gentleman within your houfe, Calld M. Flood, came hither hurt lafl night 1 Bla. Is his name F/oodI 1 knew it not till now ; But here he is, and well recouered, Thanks to this gentlewoman^ miflrefs Shore. Bra. Pardon me, miflrefs Shore, I faw you not : And truft me, I am forry at the heart So good a creature as yourfelfe hath beene Should be fo vilely dealt with as you are. I promife you, the world laments your cafe. yane. How meane you, fir 1 I vnderfland you not. Lament my cafe for what ? for Edwards death ] I know that I haue loll a gracious friend ; But that is not to be remedied now. Bra. No, miftrifs Shore, it is for Richards hate, That too much enuies your proiperity. y-ane. I know he loues me not, and for that caufe, I haue withdrawn me wholly from the Court. Bra. You haue not feene the proclamation, then ? yane. The proclamation ? No. What proclama- tion ? Bra. Oh, miflrifs Shore, The King, in euery flreet Of London and in euery borough town Throughout this land, hath publikely proclaimed, On paine of death, that none fhall harbour you, Or giue you foode or clothes to keepe you warme ; But hauing firfl done fhameful penance here, You fliall be then thrufl forth the city-gates Into the naked cold, forfaken field. I fable not, I would to God I did. See, heres the manner of it put in print, Tis to be told in euery Stationers fliop, Befides a number of them clapt on pofls. Where people crowding, as they read your fall, King Edward the Fourth. 1 59 Some murmur, and fome figh ; but mod of them Haue their relenting eyes euen trig with teares. yaii':. Gods will be done. I know my fmne is great, And he that is omnipotent and iufl Cannot but mufl. reward me heauily. Bra. It grieues me, miilrifs Shore, it was my chance, To be the firfl reporter of this newes. ' 'yane. Let it not grieue, I mufl haue heard of it, And now as good as at another time. Bra. I pray ye, miflrifs Blage^ haue care of Flood \ And what his charge is I will fee you paid. Exit. yane. Farewell to all that flill fhall be my fong, Let men impofe upon me nere fuch wrong ; And this extremity fhall feeme the leffe, In that I haue a friend to lean vnto. Sweet miflrifs Blage, there were vpon the earth No comfort left for miferable yane, But that I do prefame vpon your loue. I know, though tyrant Richard had fet down A greater penalty than is proclaimd, Which cannot well be thought, yet in your houfe I fliould haue fuccour and reliefe befide. Bla. What ! and fo I fliould be a traitor, fliould I ? Is that the care you haue of me and mine 1 I thanke you, truly, no theres no fuch matter. I loue you well, but loue myfelfe better. As long as you were held a true fubiedl, I made account of you accordingly ; But, being otherwife, I doe reieil you. And will not cherifli my kings enemy. You know the danger of the proclamation : I would to God you would depart my houfe. J'afie. When was it euer feen yanc Shore was falfe 1 60 The fecond part of Either vnto her countrey or her king ? And thcefore tis not well, good miflrifs Blage, That you vpbraid me with a traitors name. Bla. I, but you haue been a wicked liuer, And now you fee what tis to be vnchafle : You fhould haue kept you with your honefl hus- band : 'Twas neuer other like but that fuch like filthineffe Would haue a foule and deteflable end. Jane. Time was that you did tell me otherwife, And fludied how to fct a gloffe on that, Which now you fay is vgly and deformde. Bla. I told you then as then the time did ferue, And more, indeed, to try your difpofition. Than any way to encourage you to fmne. But when I faw you were ambitious. And faintly flood on terms of modefly, I left you to your own arbiterment. Can you deny it was not fo % how fay you % fane. We will not, miflrifs Blage, difpute of that : But now, in charity and womanhood, Let me find fauour, if it be but this, That in fome barne or flable I may flrrowd, Till otherwife I be prouided for. Bia. I pray ye do not vrge me miftrifs Shore, I will not haue my houfe indanger'd fo. 'jFane. Oh you did promife I fliould neuer want, And that your houfe was mine, and fwore the fame. To keepe your oth be then com})afrionate. Bla. So you did fwear you would be true to Shore ; But you were not fo good as your word. My oathes diflierit which by the Kings command. fane. Yet let me haue thofe jewels and that money Which is within my trunkes. Bla. I know of none. If there be any, ile be fo bolde, As keepe it for your diet and your mans. King Edzvard the fourth. 1 6 1 It is no little charge I haue beene at To feed your dainty tooth, fince you came hither Befide, houfe-roome, I'm fure, is fomewhat worth. Shore. Ah, "jfaiie ! I cannot choofe but pity thee. Heres the firfl. (lep to thy deep mifery. Jane. Oh, that my graue had then been made my houfe, When either firft I went vnto the Court, Or from tlie Court returnd vnto this place ! Enter two Apparators. Scruant. How now, what are you % it had been manners. You fliould haue knockt before you had come in. Firjl. Ap. We are the Bifhops Parators, my friend ; And millrifs SJiore our errand is to you. This day it is commanded by the King, You mufl be ftript out of your rich attire. And in a white fheet go from Temple-barre Vntil you come to Ai^^ate, bare footed, Your haire about your eares, and in your hand A burning taper. Therefore, go with vs. Jane. Eluen when and whither you will ; and would to God, The King as foone could rid my foule of fin, As he may fLrip my body of thefe rags ! 2. Ap. Tliat would be foon enough : but come away. And miflrifs Bla\;^c, youle hardly anfwer it. When it is known we found her in your houfe. I. Ap. It fcemes you do not fcare to harbour her. Mrs. Bla. I harbour her % out on her, ftrumpet qucane S;ic prcil ii])on mc. wlierc I would or no. lie Icc her haiigd ere I will liarbour her. bo now, her ievvcls and her gold is mine, 1 ^! 1 6 2 Thefecond part of And I am made at lead foure thoufand pound, Wealthier by this match then I was before : And what can be objected for the fame That once I lou'd her : well, perhaps I did ; And women all are gouernd by the moon, But now I am of another humour ; Which is, you know a planet that will change. Cat. Now, M. Sheriffe of London ! do your office. Attach this rebel to his maiefty, And, hauing flript her to her petticoate, Turne her out a doores, with this condition, That no man harbour her that durft prcfume To harbour that lewde curtizan, S/iorcs wife, Againfl the flrait commandement of the King. Bla. I befeech you, fir. Cat. Away with her, I fay. The while He feaze vpon her houfe and goods, Which wholly are confifcate to the King. Exit. Shore. Oh, what haue I beheld, were I as young. As when I came to London to be prentice. This pageant were fufficient to indruct And teach me euer after to be wife. Firft haue I feen defert of wantonneffe And breach of wedlocke ; then of flattery ; Next of diflembling loue ; and laft of all, The ruine of bafe catching auarice. But poore Jane Shore in that I lou'd thee once, And was thy husband, I mufl pity thee. The fparks of old affedion long agoe, Rakte vp in aflies of difpleafure kindle ; And in this furnace of aduerfity The world fliall fee a husbands loyalty. Exit. Enter D. ^\\^.vf,penfn'ely reading on his ijoo/^e, after him foiio7iis the ghojl of Frier Anfein/c, with a lighted toreh. Shaw. Spuria vitulanuna non agent radicLS alias. King Edward the fourth. 163 Baflardly flips haue always flender growth. Ah, Shaw this was the curfed theme That, at Pauls crorie, thou madll tliy fermon of, To proue the lawful iflue of thy King, Got out of wedlock, illegitimate. Ah, Duke of GloRcr this didfl thou procure. Did Richard (villain) No, it was thy fault. Thou wouldfl be won to fuch a damned deed, Which now to think on makes my foul to bleed. Ah, frier Anfdvie fleepe among the blefl ; Thy prophefie thus falfely did I wrcft. Enter Anfelme. Ail. Thou didft and be thou darnnd therefore, Nere come thy foul where blefledncfs abides, Didfl thou not know the letter G. was Glojlcr ? Shaw. Aiifdmc, I did. Au. Why, then, didfl thou affirm That it was meani. by Gcor^^e\X\Q. Duke of Clarcnce% That honorable hannlefle gentleman, Whofe thoughts all innocent as any child. Yet came through thee to fuch a luckleffe death. Shaw. I was inforced by the Duke of Glojlcr. An. Enforfl, faifl thou? wouldfl thou then be enforfl. Being a man of thy profeffion. To fui fo vilely, and with thine owne mouth To damne thy foule ? No ; thou v/afl not enforct ; But gaine and hope of high promotion Hired thee thereto. Say, was it fo, or no ? Shaw. It did, it did. An. Why then record in thy black hellifli thoughts TIow mony mifcliiefes haue enfued hereon? Firll, wroiiged Clarence drowned in the Tower ; Next Edwards children murder'd in the Tcnuer ; This day at Po)nfrct noble gentlemen -M 2 164 The fecond part of Three, the Queens kinred, lofe their harmlefle heads. Thinkfl thou that here this flood of mifchief flays No, villain, many are markt to the block, And they the nearefl, think them furtheft, off. Euen Buckingham, creator of that king. Shall he to woe and wretched ending bring. All this (accurfed man) hath come by thee, And thy falfe wrefting of my prophecy, For Englands good, difclofed to thy trufl ; And fo it had beene, hadfl thou proued iufl. But thou and euery one that had a hand In that mofl wofull murther of the princes, To fatall ends you are appointed all. Here in thy fludy flialt thou flerue thyfelf, And from this houre not tafle one bit of food, The refl fliall after follow, on a row, To all their deaths ; vengeance will not be flow. Enter a Afeffengcr to Shatu. Mef. Where is M. Doctor Shaw % Shaw. Here friend ; what is thy will with me ? Mcf. King Richard prays ye to come to him ftrait, For he would be confefl. Shaw. I cannot come. I pray thee, take that Frier ; For he can do it better farre than I. Alcf. A frier, M. Doctor. I fee none. Shaw. DoefL thou not % No : thy untainted foul Cannot difcerne the horrors that 1 doe. An. Shn-w, go with him; and tell that tyrant Richard, He hath but three years limited for life ; And then a fnamefull death takes hold on him. That done, rcturne ; and in thy fludy end Ki7ig Edzvard the fourth. 165 Thy loathed Ufe, that didfl us all offend. Shaw. With all my heart. Would it were ended now ! So it were done, I care not where nor how. Exeunt. Enter the tivo Farafors, with Mijlris Shore in a ivhite Jlieet barefooted with her hair about her eares, and in her hand a ivaxe taper, 1. Far. Now, miflrifs Shore, here our comminion ends. Put off your robe of fliame : for this is Algate, Whither it was appointed we fhould bring you. yane. My robe of fhame? Oh, that fo foule a name Should be applied vnto fo faire a garment ! Which is no more to be condemned of fhame Then fnow of juitrefaclion is deferued, To couer an infe6lious heap of dung. My robe of fliame, but not my fhame, put off ; For that fits branded on my forehead flill, And therefore in derifion was I wrapt, In this white fneete ; and in derifion bore This burning taper to expreffe my folly, That hauing light of reafon to direcl me, Delighted yet in by-ways of darke error. 2. Far. Well, miflrifs Sliorel hope you grudge not us. We fhowed you all the fauour poor men could. yane. Oh, God forbid ! I know the King's edia Set you a work, and not your own delires. I. Par. I, truly, mifuifs ; and for our parts We could be well content twere otherwife, But that the laws feuere. MvA fo we leaue you. Exit. Jane. Farewell unto you both ! and Loudon too ! ]'"arcwcll to thee, v\-here firll I v.-as enticde That fcandalizde thy dignity with fname ; Dut now l!->,ou haft re*i!nvj nn. treble bkxme : 1 66 The fecond part of My tongue, that gaue confent, injoined to beg ; Mine eies adiudged to hourely laments ; Mine arms, for their embracings, catch the aire ; And thefe quicke, nimble feet, that were fo ready To flep into a Kings forbidden bed, Londoti ! thy flints haue punifht for their pride, And thou hafl drunke their blood for thy reuenge. What now avails to think what I haue beene % Then welcome nakednefs and pouerty ! Welcome, contempt, welcome, you barren fields ! Welcome the lacke of meat and lacke of friends ! And wretched fajie, according to thy Rate, Sit here, fit here, and lower if might be ? All things that breath, in their extremity, Haue fome recourfe of fuccour. Thou hafl none. The child offended flies vnto the mother. The fouldier flrucke retires vnto his Captain. The fifh, diflreffed, Aides into the riuer, Birds of the aire do fly vnto their dams. And vndemeath their wings are quickly flirouded, Nay, beat the fpaniell and his mafter moans him. But I haue neither where to fhroud myfelf. Nor any one to make my moan vnto. Come, patience, then ; and though my body pine, Make then a banquet to refrefh my foule. Let hearts deepe throbbing fighs be all my bread ; My drink fait teares ; my guefls repentant thoughts That whofo knew me, and doth fee me now, May fhun by me the breach of wedlocks vow. Efiter Brackenbury, with a prayer-book, andfoinc relief in a cloath for niiftris Shoare. Bra. Oh, God how full of dangers growes thefe times, And no affurance, feene in any flate. No man can fay that he is mafler now Of any thing is his, fucli is the tide Of fliort difturbance running through the land ! King Edward the fourth. 1 6 7 J haue giuen ouer my office in the Toiucr, Becaufe I cannot brooke their vile complots, Nor fmother fuch outragious villainies. But miilrefs SJiore to be fo bafely wrongd And vilely vfd, that hath fo well deferued. It doth afflict me in the very foul ! She faud my kinfman, Harry Stra?iguidge, life ; Therefore, in duty am I bound to her To do what good I may, though law forbid. See where flie fits ! God comfort thee, good foule ! Firft, take that to relieue thy body with ; And next receiue this book, wherein is food, Manna of heauen to refrefh thy foul. Thefe holy meditations, miflrifs Shore Will yield much comfort in this mifery, Whereon contemplate flill, and neuer linne, That God may be vnmindfuU of thy finne. Jane. Mafter Lieutenant ! in my heart I thank ye For this kintl comfort to a wretched foul. Welcome, fweet prayer-book, food of my life, The foueraign balm for my fick confcience. I'hou flialt be my fouls i)leafure and delight, To wipe my fins out of Jehovaes fight. Bra. Do fo good Miflrifs Shore. Now I mufl leaue ye, Becaufe fome other bufnefs calls me hence ; And God, I pray, regard your penitence ! Exit. Jane. Farewell, fir Robert ! and for this good to me, The God of heauen be mindful flill of thee ! As JJic fits zoccping and praying., Enters at one doore young M. Aire, andlsi. Rufford at another. Aire. This way Hie went, and cannot be far olf; For l)ut cuen now I met tlie officers, 'Hiat were attendant on her in her jjcnance. 1 68 The fecond part of Yonder fhe fits ! now then Aire fliow thyfelf Thankeful to her, that fometime faued thy Hfe, 'Wlien law had made thee fubie6l to bafe death. Giue her thy purfe ; for here comes fomebody. Stand by awhile, for fear thou be difcouerd. Ruf. What, miflrefs Shore ? King EchuarcPs con- cubine Set on a molehill % oh, difparagement A throne were fitter for your ladyfliip. Fie, will you flubber thefe fair cheekes with tearcs ? Or fit fo folitary % wheres all your feruants % Where is your gowne of filke, your periwigs, Your fine rebatoes, and your coflly iewels % What, not fo much as a fhoe vpon your foote ? Nay, then, I fee the world goes hard with whores. Aire. The villain flaue gibes at her mifery. Ruf. Now, whether is it better to be in Court, And there to beg a licence of the King, For tranfportation of commodities, Than here to fit forfaken as thou dofl % I think vpon condition Edn^ardXiMt^, And thou were flill in fauour as before, Thou wouldfl not fay that Ri'.fford had deferued To haue his eares rent for a worfer fuite Then licence to fliip ouer corn and lead. What, not a word, faith wench He tell thee what ; If thou dofl think thy old trade out of date. Go learne to play the bawde another .while. Aire. Inhuman wretch why doft thou fcorne her fo % And vex her grieued foul witli bitter taunts ? Ruf. Becaufe I will. She is a curtizan, And one abhorred of the world for luft. Aire. If all thy faults were in thy forehead writ, Perhaps thou wouldfl thyfelf appea^'e no leffe, But much more liorriMc then fne cloth noAV. Ruf. You are no iudge of mine fir. Ki7i^ Edward the fotirtk. 169 Aire. Why nor thou of her, Ruf. The world hath iudged and found her guilty, And tis the Kings command fhe be held odious. Aire. The King of heauen commandeth other- wife ; And if thou be not willing to relieve her, Let it fuffize thou feefl her mifcrable, And fludy not to amplify her grief. Enter M. Blage vcrie poorly a bcg^^itig, with her basket and clap-diJJi. What other woful fpeftacle comes here ? Wlien Rufford lookcs away.. Aire throwes his piirfe to MiRrifs Shore. Miftrifs, take that and fpend it for my fake. Bla. Oh I am pincht with more then common want. Where fliall I find rehef ? Good gentleman, Pity a wretched woman, Hke to fLarue, And I wil pray for ye. One half])ennie, For Chrifls fake, to comfort mewithall. Ruf. What, Miftrifs Blage 1 ill you % no maruaile, fure, But you fliould be relieued : a halfpenny, quotha % I, marry, fir ; and fo be hanged myfelf ! Not I : this gentleman may, if he pleafe. Get you to j'our comjmnion, miftrifs Shore, And then there is a paire of (|ucanes well met. Now I bethink me, lie go to the King, And tell him tliat fomc will rclieuc Shores wife, l'ACc[)t fome ofllccr tlicrc be a]:)pointcd That carefully regards it be not fo. Tliereof myfelf will I make offer to him, 'Which (jucllionlefs he cannot but accei)t, .So Ihall I Hill purfue Shores wife willi hate, Thai feorned me in her high whores ellate. E.xit. li'a. Good irentleiuai;, bellow your chariu', 1 70 The fecond part of One fingle halfpenny to helpe my neede. Aire. Not one, were I the mailer of a mint. What ? fuccour thee that didfl betray thy friend ? See where fhe fits ! whom thou didfl fcorne indeed, And therefore rightly art thou fcornd again. Thou thoughtft to be enriched by her goods, But thou hafl now lofl both thy own and hers ; And for my part, knew I twould faue thy life, Thou fliouldil not get fo much as a crumb of bread. Packe counterfeit packe away diffembling drab. Bla. Oh, mifery, but fhall I flay to looke Her in the face whom I fo much haue wronged % J^aiie. Yes, miflreffe Blage I freely pardon you. You haue done me no wrong. Come, fit by me. Twas fo in wealth ; why not in pouerty % Bla. Oh, willingly, if you can brooke her prefence. Whom you have greater reafon to defpife. yane. Why woman, Richard, that hath banifht me And feekes my mine (caufelefs though it be) Do I in heart pray for, and will do Hill. Come thou, and Ihare with me what God hath lent : A flranger gaue it me ; and part thereof I do as freely now beflow on you. Bla. I thank you, miflrefs Shore, this courtefy Renewes the grief of my inconflancy. Enter uiajler Shore, 7i'//// relief for his tvife. Shore. Yonder Hie fits how like a witherd tree, That is in winter leaueleffe and bereft Of liuely fap, fits the poor abie6t foul. How much vnlike the woman is flie now, She was but yeflerday : fo fliort and brittle Is this worlds happinefs : But who is that, Falfe miflrefs Blaise 1 how canfl thou brook her Jane ? I thou waft always mild and jjitifull ! Oh hadfl tliou been as chan, we had betne blell ! King Edward the foiirtJi. 1 7 r But now no more of that : fhe fhall not flame, So long as this, and fuch as this may feme. Here, miftrefs Shore feed on thefe homely catcs, And there is wine to drink them downe withal. yanc. Good fir, your name % that pities poor 'J'anc Shon\ That in my praiers I may remember you. Shore. No matter for my name ; I am a friend That loues you well. So farewell, miflrifs Shore, When that is fpent, I vow to bring you more. 'jFane. Gods bleffing be your guide where ere you go ! Thus, miflrifs Blage, you fee, amidft our woe. For all the world can do, God fends reliefe, And will not yet we periHi in our grief. Come, let us flep into fome fecret place. Where undiflurbd we may partake this grace. B/a. Tis not amiffe, if you be fo content, For here the fields too open and frequent. Exeunt. Alajlcr Shore enters againe. Shore, ^\^^at, is flie gone fo foone ? alacke poorc yane. How I companionate thy woful cafe ! Whereas we lined togither man and wife. Oft on an humble flool by the fire-fide Sate file contented, when as my high heat Would chide Iier for it ; but what would flie fay ? Husband, we both mufl lower fit one day. AV'hen I dare fwear flie neuer dreanid of this : But fee, good God, what prophefying is. liiittr \\x\\io\\\ ami bogge i^'ilh the eoK/iter/ait Idtcr-patcnts. Shore y?(?//<^.4 afule. RiiJ. I'his is King Richards hand ; I know it well ; And tliis of thine is iuflly counterfeit, 172 The feco7id part of As he himfelf would fvvear it were his own. Shore. The Kings hand counterfeit % Ufl more of that. Ruf. Why, euery letter, eeury little dafh In all refpecls alike ! Now may I vfe My tranfportation of my corn and hides. Without the danger of forbidding lawe ; And fo I would haue done in Edwards days, But that good miflrifs Shore did pleafe to crofs me ; But mark how now I will requite her for it ! I moud my fuit, and plainly told the King Some would relieue her, if no man had charge To fee feverely to the contrary. Forthwith his Grace appointed me the man, And gaue me officers to waite vpon me, W^hich will fo countenance thy cunning work, As I fhall no way be fufpe6led in it. How fain thou Fot^i';c ? -Fo^. It will do Avell indeed. But good fir haue a care in any cafe. For elfe you know what harme may come thereon. Euf. A care, faiefl thou 1 Wh}', man,' I will not truft My houfe, my flrongeft locks, nor any place But mine owne bofom. There will I keepe it flill. If I mifcarry, fo dotli it witli me. Shore. Are ye fo cunning fir ? I fay no more. Jane Shore or I m.ay quittance you for this. Exit. Ruf. Well, Eo,:{i;-e, 1 haue contented thee. Thou raaift be gone : I mufl about my charge. To fee that none releeue Shores v.'ife Vv'itn ought. E.xh' Fogge. Enter the G [fleers vjitJi bills. Come on, good fellows ! you that niuR attend King Richards feruice. \'ni!er m}' command, Your charge is to be very vigilant Ouer that flrumpet whom the}' call Shores wife. If any traitor giue lier but a mite. King Edward the fourth. 173 A draught of water, or a crufl of bread, Or any other food, whatere it be. Lay hold on him ; for it is })refent death By good King Richards proclamation. This is her haunt : here fland I Sentinell, Keepe you vnfeene, and aid me when I call. Enter Jockie and Jeffrey, with a bottle of ale., checfe, and halfcpcnny loaz'es, to play at boiules. Mijlris Shore enters and Jits where JJic xuas wont. Jochie. Now muR I under colour of playing at bowles, help till relieue my gude maiflres, maiftres Shore. Come, J^eJ/rcy, v/e will play hue vp, for this bottle of ale, and yonder gude puir woman fliall keep the flakes, and this cheefe fliall be the maiiler. They play Jlill tmuards her, a?id Jockie often breakes bread and chafe, &= gives her, till jcfirey being called away, he then giucs her all, and is apprehended. Kuf. Here is a villain that will not relieue her, But yet hele loie ; he bowls that way to help her. Apprehend him, fellows, when I bid ye. Although his mate be gone, he fnall pay for it. Take him, and let the beadles wlii}) him well. Jockie. Hear ye, hr ! fliall they be wliipt and hanged that giue to the puir % then they fliall be damned that take fro' the puir. They lead him away. Enter young .-Vire againe, and Shore flands aloof off. Aire. Oh yonder fits the fwcet forfaken foule, ^J'o whom for euer I lland deeply bound. She faveil my life : then, Aire, lielp to faue hers. Jxuf. V/liilher go ye, fir % Yuu come to gi\-e this llruui[)et fome relicfe. -■lyre. S^.e did more ;;ootl tlicn euer thuu canll do, Anl if i;::;.:_v.;:l ;:ot i-ily her tin" lilt, 1 74 ^-^^ feco7id part of Here, miflrefs Shore, take this \ and would to God It were fo much as my poor heart could wifh. He gives his purje. Shore. \\Tio is it that thus pities my poor wife ] 'Tis Mailer Aire ; God's bleffing on him for it. Ruf. Darefl thou do fo, yi/;r? Ayre. Rtifford, I dare do more. Here is my ring : it waies an ounce of gold ; And take my cloake to keepe ye from the cold. Riif Thou art a traitor, Ahe. Ayre. Riijford, thou art a villaine fo to call me. Ruf. Lay hold on him. Attach him, officers. Ayre. Riifford ile anfwer thine arrefl with this. He draws his rapier, but he is apprehended. Ruf. All this contending, fir, will not auaile, This treafon will be rated at thy life. Ayre. Life is too little for her fake that faued it. Shore. Is he a traitor, fir, for doing good ? God faue the King, a true heart means no ill. I trufl he hatli reclaimd his fliarpe edict, And will not that his poorcfl fubject perifli ; And fo perfwaded, 1 myfelf will doe That Avhich both loue and nature binds me to. I cannot giue her as fhe well deferuco ; For fhe hath loft a greater benefit. Poor woman, take that purfe. Ruf. lie take't away. Shore. You fhall not, fir ; for I will anfwer it Before the King, if you inforce it fo. Ruf. It muft be fo. You fliall vnto the King. Shore. You will be he will firfl repent the thing. Come, mafler Aire, ile bear ye company, Which A\ife men fay doth cafe calamity. Exeuni. yane. If grief to fpeech free paffage could afford, Or for each woe I had a fitting word, I might complain, or if my floods of tears Could moue rcmorfe of minds, or pierfc dull ears. Or wafli away my cares, or cleanfe my crime, Witli words cUid tears I would bewail the lime. King Edward the fo7irth. 175 But it is bootlefs ; why Hue I to fee All thofe defpifed that do pity me % Defpifed % alas, deflroyed and led to death, That gaue me almes here to prolong my breath. Fair dames, behold ! let my example proue, There is no loue like to a husbands loue. Exit. Enter King Richard, Louell, Catesby, Rufford, Shore and Aire pinioned and led betwixt two Officers. Glos. Now, tell us, Rufford., which of thefe it is, That, in the heat of his vpheaued fpleene, Contemnes our crowne, difdaines our dignity, And amies himfelfe againfl. authority. Ruf. Both haue offended my dread foueraigne, Though not alike, yet both faults capital. Thefe lines declare what, when, and where it was. Glos. Which is that Aire ? Riif. This young man, my liege. Glos. I thought it was fome hot diilempered blood. That fired his giddy braine with bufineffe. Is thy name Aire % Ayre. It is. Glos. Tliis paper fays fo, Ayrc. Perifli may he that made that paper fpeak. Glos. Ha ? dofL thou wifh confufion vnto us % This paper is the organe of our power. And fliall pronounce thy condemnation. We make it fpeake thy treafon to thy face, And thy mahtious tong fpeakes treafon flill. Relievfl. thou Shores wife, in contempt of vs ? Ayre. No ; but her iufl defert. She faued my life, which I had forfeited, W'hereby my goods and life flie merited. Glos. And thou flialt pay it, in the fclfefame place Where tliou this man our officer did ft oulfiice, And fcorndll us faying if we flood by, 176 The fecond part of Thou w'ouldfl relieue her. Ayre. I do it not deny For want of food her breath was neere expird : I gaue her meanes to buy it undefirde, And rather chufe to die for charity, Then hue condemned of ingratitude. Glos. Your good deuotion brings you to the gal- lows : He hath his fentence. Rufford, fee him hanged. They lead out Aire. Now, fir, your name ? Shore. Is it not written there 1 Glos. Heres Matthew Hood. Ruf. That is his name, my lord. Glos. Is thy name Flood 1 Shore. So mafler Ihtfford faies. Glos. Flood and Aire tlie elements confpire, In aire and water, to confound our power. Didfl thou relieue that hateful v/retch. Shores wife 1 Shore. I did relieue that woful wretch, Shores wife. Glos. Thou feemft a man well flaid and tempe- rate : Durfl thou infringe our proclamation ? Shore. I did not breake it. Rtif. Yes and added more, That you would anfwere it before the King. Shore. And added more, you v.-ould repent the thing. Ruf. Who % I % his highnes knows my innocence, And ready fcruice with my goods and life : Anfwcr thy treafons to his maieflie. Glos. AVhat canfL thou fay, Flood, why thou fhouldft not die ? Shore. Nothing for I arn mortal and mufl die. When my time comes ; but that I thinks not yet, Althougli (Cod knows) cacli houre I wilh it were, So full of (K);or is my wearic life. Now fay I this, that i do know the man King Edward the fourth. i ']'] Which doth abet that traiterous libeller, Who did compofe and fpread that flanderous rime, Which fcandals you and doth abufe the time. Glos. What libeller ? another Collinglwrne ? That wrote : T]ie Cat, the Rat, and Louell our dog, Do rtilc ail England vndcr a hog. Canft thou repeat it, Floodi Shore. I think I can, if you command me fo. Glos. We do command thee. Shore. In this fort it goes : 77ic crook-hakt Boare the way hath found To root onr Rofes from the ground. Both floiver and bud loill he confound, Till King of bcafls the f wine be croiondc : And then the Dog, the Cat, and Rat, Shall in his trous;Ji feed and be fat. Finis, quoth mafler Foggc, chief fecretary and counfel- lor to mailer Rufford. Gbs. How fayfl thou Flood, doth Rufford fofler this? Shore. He is a traitour, if he do, my lord. Ruf. I fofler it % dread lord, I aske no grace. If I be guilty of this Ubelling. Vouchfafe me iuftice, as you are my prince, Againft this traitor that accufeth me. SJwre. What iuflice craufl thou % I ^vill combat thee. In fign whereof, I do unbutton me. And in my fliirt my challenge will maintain. Thou calfi me traitor : I will proue thee one. Open thy bofom like me, if thou darcfl. Ruf. I will not be fo rude, before his grace. SJwre. Thou wiJt not ope the pack of thy dif grace. Becaufe thy doublets flufft with traiterous libels. Glos. Catcsby, tear off the buttons from his breaR What findft thou there ? Cat. Your highnes hand and feal, For tranfportation of hides, corne, and lead. 1 N I / 8 The fecond part of Glos. Traitor, did I fign that commiffion % Ruf. O pardon me, mod royall King ! Glos. Pardon ? to counterfeit my hand and feal % Haue I beflowd fuch loue, fuch countenance, Such trufl on thee, and fuch authority, To haue my hand and fignet counterfet ? To carry corn, the food of all the land. And lead, which after might annoy the land, And hides, whofe leather moll relieue the land. To flrangers, enemies vnto the land, Didfl thou fo nearly counterfeit my hand ? Ruf. Not I, my liege ! but Fogge, the attorney. Glos. Away with him, Louell and Catesby, go, Command the Sheriffs of London prefently, To fee him drawne, and hangd, and quartered. Let them not drinke before they fee him dead. Hafl you again. Louell and Catesby lead out Ruflford. Ruf, Well, Flood, thou art my death. I might haue Hud to haue feene thee lofe thy head. Shore. Thou hafl but iuflice for thy cruelty Againfl the guiltleffe fouls in mifery. I aske no fauour, if I merit death. Glos. Craufl thou no fauour ? then I tell thee, Flood, Thou art a traitor, breaking our edict, By fuccouring that traitrous quean, Shores wife, And thou fhalt die. Shore. If I haue broke the law. Glos. If, traitor 1 didft thou not giue her thy purfe ? And dofl thou not maintaine the deede ? Enter Louell and Catesby againe. Shore. I do, If it be death to the relenting heart Of a kind husband, wronged by a king. To pity his poore weakc feduced wife, King Edward the fourth. 179 Whome all the world mufl fuffer by command, To pine and perifh for the want of food : If it be treafon for her husband then, In the deare bowels of his former lone To bury his owne wrong and her mifdeed, And giue her meat whom he was wont to feed, Then Shore mud die ; for Flood is not my name, Though once I tooke it to conceale my ftiame. Pity permits not injurd Shore pafs by. And fee his once-loued wife with famine die. Glos. Louell and Catesby ! this is Shore, indeed. S/wre, we confefs that thou hafl priuiledge, And art excepted in our proclamation, Becaufe thou art her husband, whom it concerns j And thou maifl lawfully relieue thy wife, Vpon condition thou forgiue her fault, Take her againe, and vfe her as before ; Hazard new homes; how faiell thou, wilt thou. Shore ? Shore. If any but your Grace fhould fo vpbraid. Such rude reproach fliould roughly be repaid. Suppofe for treafon that flie lay condemned, Might I not feed her till her hour of death, And yet myfelf no traitor for it ? Glof. Thou mightefl. Shore. And why not now, (O pardon me, dread lord !) \VTien iTie hath had both punifhment and (hame Sufficient, fmce a king did caufe her blame. May I not giue her food to faue her life, Yet neuer take and vfe her as my wife ? Glof. Except thou take her home againe to thee, Thou art a ftranger, and it fhall not be, For if thou do, expe<5\ what doth belong. Shore. I neuer can forget fo great a wrong. Glof. Then neuer feede her whom thou canfl not loue. Short. My charity doth tlial rompaffion moue i8o The fecond part of Glof. Moue vs no more. Louell, let Aire be hangd, JuR in the place where he relieued Shores wife. Shore hath his pardon for this firfl offence : The name of husband pleads his innocence. Away with them : Catesby, come you with vs. Exeunt. Jockie is led to whipping ouer the Jlage, f peaking fome words, but of 7io importance. Then is young Aire brought forth to execution by the Sheriff and Offi- cers, Miflris Shore weepi^ig, and mafler Shore flanding by. Aire. Good miflrifs Shore grieue me not with your teares ; But let me go in quiet to my end. 'jfane. Alas poore foule ! Was neuer innocent thus put to death ! Aire. The mores my ioy that I am innocent. My death is the leffe grieuous, I am fo. 'jfaTU. Ah mafler Aire ! the time hath been ere now, When I haue kneeld to Edward on my knees, And beggd for him that now doth make me beg, I haue giuen him when he hath begd of me, Though he forbids to giue me when I beg. I haue ere now relieued him and his. Though he and his deny relief to me. Had I been enuious then, as Richard now, I had not flarud, nor Edwards fons been murderd, Nor RicJiard liued to put you now to deatli. Aire. The more, y'ane, is thy vertue and his fin. Slieriff. Come fir difpatch ! Aire. Difpatch, fay you ? difpatch you may it call : He cannot flay when death difpatcheth all. Jane. Lord, is my fin fo horrible and grieuous, That I fhould now become a murderer % King Edward the fourth. 1 8 1 I haue faude the life of many a man condemnd, But neuer was the death of man before. That any man thus for my fake fhould die, Afflicts me more then all my mifery. Aire, jfane, be content ! I am as much indebted vnto thee, As vnto nature : I owed thee a life When it was forfeit vnto death by law. Thou begdfl it of the king and gau'fl it me. This houfe of flefh, wherein this foul doth dwell, Is thine, and thou art landladie of it, And this poor life a Tenant but at pleafure, It neuer came to pay the rent till now, But hath run in arerage all this while. And now for very fhame comes to difcharge it, When death diflrains for what is but thy due. I had not ought thee fo much as I doe, But by thy only mercy to preferue it, Vntil I lofe it for my charity. Thou giufl me more than euer I can pay. Then do thy pleafure executioner And now, farewell, kind, vertuous, miflrifs Shore ! In heauen weele meet again : in earth no more. Here he is executed. yam. Farewell, farewell ! thou for thy alms dofl die. And I mufl end here flarued in mifery ! In life my friend, in death He not forfake thee. Thou goeft to heauen ] I hope to ouertake thee. Shore. O world, what art thou 1 man, euen from his birth, Finds nothing elfe but mifery on earth, Thou neuer (world) fcorndft me fo much before ; But I vaine world doc hate thee ten times more. I am glad I fee approaching death fo nie World thou hateft me : I thee, vain world defie. 1 pray ye yet good mailer officers ! Do but this kindnefs to pooro wretched fouls, As let vs li.iuc the l;urial of our friend . 1 8 2 The fecond part of It is but fo much labour fau'd for you. She. There, take his body ! bury it where you will ; So it be quickly done out of the way. Exit Sheriff and Officers, yane. Whats he that begs the burial of my friend % And hath fo oftentimes relieued me % Ah^ gentle fir to comfort my fad woe, Let me that good kind man of mercy know. Shore. Ah, Jane now there is none but thou and I, Look on me well. Knowfl thou thy Matthew Shore ? yane. My husband ! then breake my heart , and Hue no more ! She /wounds, and hefupports her iti his amies. Shore. Ah my deare yane comfort thy heauy foule. Go not away fo foone ; a little flay, A little, little while, that thou and I, Like man and wife may here together die. Jane. How can I looke vpon my husbands face, That fliamd myfelf, and wrought his deep dif- grace ? Shore. yane, be content. Our woes are now alike. With one felf rod thou feefl God doth vs flrike. If for thy fm, ile pray to heauen for thee, And if for mine, do thou as much for me. yane. Ah, Shore ill poffible thou canll forgiue me? Shore. Yes, Jane, I do. yane. I cannot hope thou wilt. Shore, fo great, that I cannot expe6l it. As at G Ifaith, I do, as freely from my foule, ya7ieoi\% hands I hope to be forgiuen. pa . Then God' reward thee, for we now mull rt : King Edward the fourth. 183 I feel cold death doth feize vpon my heart. Shore. And he is come to me. Lo ! here he lies ; I feele him ready to clofe vp mine eyes. Lend me thy hand to burie this our friend, And then we both will haflen to our end. Here they put the body of yong Aire into a Coffin, and then he fits dozvn on the one fide of it, and fJie 071 the other. Jane., fit thou there ! Here I my place will haue, Giue me thy hand ; thus we embrace our graue, Ah, yane ! he that the depth of woe will fee, Let him but now behold our mifery ! But be content ! this is the befl of all, Lower than now we are, we cannot fall ! yane. Ah, I am faint ! how happy Aire, art thouj Not feeling that which doth afflidl us now ! Shore. Oh, happy graue ! to us this comfort giuing ! Here lies two liuing dead ! here one dead liuing ! Here for his fake, lo ! this we do for thee ! Thou lookfl for one, and art poffefl. of three. yane. Oh, dying marriage ! oh, fvveet married death Thou graue, which only fhouldfl part faithful friends, Bringflvs togither, and dofl joine our hands. Oh, liuing death ! euen in this dying life, Yet, ere I go, once, Mattheiu kifs thy wife. He kiffcth her, and flie dies. Shore. Ah, my fweet yane farewell, farewell, poor foul! Now, iyxvcnt Richard do the worll thou canfl. She doth defie thee. Ob, vnconflant world, Here lies a true anatomic of thee, A king had all my ioy, that her enioyed. And by a king again flie was deftroyed. All ages of my kingly woes fliall tell. Once more, inconflant world farewell, farewell. He dyes. 1 84 The fecond part of Enter Sir Robert Brackenburie with two or three of his Seruants. Bra. Sirs if the King, or elfe the Duke of Buck- tngham, Do fend for me, I will attend them flraight. But what are thefe, here openly lie dead ? Oh, God! the one is miflrifs Shore; and this is Fiood, That was my man. The third is mafler Aire, Who fuffered death for his relieuing her. They fhall not thus lie in the open way. Lend me your hands and heauie hearts withall At mine own charge. He giue them buriall. They bear them tJience. Enter King Richard, crowned, Buckingham, Anne of Warvvicke, Louell, Catesby, Fogg, a7id Atten- dants. Rich, Mofl noble Lords fmce it hath pleafed you, Beyond our expedlation on your bounties, T'empale my temples with the Diademe, How far my quiet thoughts haue euer beene From this fo great maieflike fouerainty, Heauen bed can witnefs. Now I am your king, Long may I be fo^ to deferue your loue. But I will be a feruant to you all. Pray God my broken lleeps may giue you reft. But onely that my bloud doth challenge it. Being your lawfuU Prince by true fucceffion, I could haue wiflit with all my heart I could, This maiefty had fitten on the brow Of any other ! So much do I affe6l a priuate life, To fpend my dayes in contemplation. But fmce that Heauen and you will haue it fo, I take crown as meekly at your hands, As free and pure from an ambitious thought. King Edward tlie fourth. 1 8 5 As any new bom babe ! Thus mufl thou RUhard, afide. Seeme as a faint to men in outward fhow, Being a very diuill in thy heart. Thus mufl thou couer all thy villanies, And keepe them clofe from ouerlookers eyes. Buck. My foueraign by the general confent Of all the Lords and commons of the land, I tender to your royal maieflie This princely lady, the Lady Anne of Warwick, Judged the only worthieft of your loue, To be your highneffe bride, faire Englands Queen. Rich. My royall princely cofm, Buckingham I fee you flriue to bleffe me more and more. Your bounty is fo large and ample to me. You ouerflow my fpirits with your great loue. I willingly accept this vertuous princefs, And crowne her angel-beauty with my loue. Lov. Then, at the hand of your high parliament, I giue her here vnto your maiefly, Rich. Lord Louell \ I as heartily receiue her. Welcome, fair Queen ! Cat. And from the lords and commons of your land, I giue the free and voluntary oath Of their allegeance to your maiefly, As to their foueraign and liege lord and lady, Richard the third and beauteous Anne, his queen, The true and lawful king and queen of England. Rich. I do accept it Catesby, and returne Exchange of mutual and party loue. Now, Foggc too, that in your traiterous libels, Bcfides the counterfeiting of our hand and feal For Ruf/ord, though fo great a fault deferud To fuffcr death, as he already hath, Ooing about to flubber our renowne, And wound vs with reproach and infamy. Yet, Foi^ge, lliat thou tliyfelf inaifl plainly fee How far 1 am from feeking fhar[) reuenge. 1 86 The fecond part of Fogge, I forgiiie thee. And withall we do Repeal our heauy fentence gainfl Shores wife, Refloring all her goods ; for we intend With all the world now to be perfedl friends. Cat. Why, my good lord, you know flies dead already. Rich. True, Catesby, elfe I , ne'er had fpoke fuch words afide. Alas I fee, our kindnefle comes too late, For Catesby tells me flie is dead already. Cat. I, my good lord, fo is her husband too. Rich. Would they had liude, to fee our friendly change, But, Catesby, fay, where died Shore and his wife I Cat, Where Aire was hang'd for gluing her re- Hef, There both of them, round circkling his cold graue, And arme in arme, departed from this life. The people, for the love they bear to her And her kind husband, pitying his wrongs, For euer after meane to call the ditch Shores Ditch, as in the memory of them. Their bodies, in the Friers minorities, Are in one graue enterred all together. But miflrefs Blage, for her ingratitude To miflrefs Shore, lies dead vnburied, And no one will afford her burial. Rich. But mifl.rels Blage, fhe fhall haue burial too. What now ? we mufl be friends ; indeed we mufl. And now, my lords, I giue you all to know, In memory of our eternal loue, I doe ordain an Order of the bath, Twelue knights in number of that royall fort, Which Order, wath all princely ceremonies. Shall be obferued in all royall pompe, As Edwards, our forefather, of the garter, AVhich fcaft. our (elfe and our beloued Qucene King Edward the fourth. 187 Will prefently folemnize in our perfon. Biic. Now am I bold to put your grace in mind Of my long fuit, and partly your own promife, The Earle of Herefords land. Rich. Coufin, weele better think of that here- after, Buc. My pains my lord hath not deferud delay. Rich. Will you appoint our time, then you Ihall flay. For this hote haflinefs fir you fhall (lay. Moue vs no more, you were befl. Buc. I Richard, is it come to this ? In my firll fuite of all, dofl thou deny me, Breake thine own word, and turn me off fo fleightly % Richard, thou had ft as good haue damnd thy foul, As bafely thus to deal with Buckingham. Richard, ile fit \y>ot\ thy crumped fhoulder, I faith, I will, if heaven will giue me leaue ; And, Harry Richmond, this hand alone Shall fetch thee home, and feat thee in his throne. Exit. Rich. What is he gone in heat, why, farewell he, He is difpleafed : let him be pleafed again, We haue no time to think on angry men. Come, my fweet Queen, let vs go folemnize Our Knighthoods Order in moft royall wife. Exeunt. F I xN I S. IF YOU KNOW NOT ME, YOU KNOW NO BODIE; OR, The troubles of Queene Elizabeth. AT LONDON, Printed for Nathaniel Butter. 1605. A Prologue to the Play of Qzieene'EXiz^hoXh., as it was lajl revived at the Cock-pit, i7i zuhich the Author taxeth the mojl corrupted copy now imprinted, which was publiJJied without his con/ent. Prologue, riays have a fate in their conception lent, Some fo fliort Hv'd, no fooner fhew'd, than fpent ; But borne to day, to morrow buried, and Though taught to fpeake, neither to goe nor (land. This : (by what fate I know not) fure no merit, That it difclaims, may for the age inherit. Writing 'boye one and twenty ; but ill nurfl, And yet receiv'd, as well perform'd at firfl, Grac't and frequented, for the cradle age, Did throng the Seates, the Boxes, and the Stage So much ; that forae by Stenography drew The plot : put it in i)rint : (fcarce one word trew :) And in that lameneffe it hath limp't fo long, The Author now to vindicate that wrong Hath tooke the paines, upright upon its feete To teach it walke, fo pleafe you fit, and fee't. IF YOU KNOW NOT ME, YOU KNOW NOBODY; OR, The Troubles of Queen Elizabeth. Eiitcr Suffex a7id Lord Charnberlaine. Sufj. [God morrow, my good Lord Chamberlaine. L. Chain. Many good morrowes to my good Lord of Stiff ex. Siijf. Who's with the Queen, myLord ? L. Cham. I'he CarcHnal of IViiichtfler, the Lord of Tame, the good Lord SJiandoyfe ; and, bcfidcs, Lord Ntnoai-d, Sir Henry Beningficld, and divers others. Siiff. A word my lord in private. Enter Tame and Shandoyfe. Shand. Touching the Queene, my lord, who now fits high, 1 1 94 If you know not me. What thinks the realm of Philip, th' Emperours fonne, A marriage by the Councell treated of? Tame. Pray God 't prove well. Suff. Good morrow lords, Tavie. Good morrow, my good Lord of SufJ'ex. Sha?id. I cry your Honours mercy. Cham, Good morrow to the Lords of Tame and Shandoyfe. Tame. The like to you, my Lords. As you were fpeaking Enter Lord Howard and Sir Henry Beningfield. Bc7ting. Concerning W'iat and the Kentifli rebels. Their overthrow is part. : the rebell Dukes, That fought by all meanes to proclaim Queen 'yane. Chiefly Northumberland , for Giiilfords fake He forc'd his brother Duke vnto that war ; But each one had his merit. Hozu. Oh my lord, The Law proceeded gainfl their great offence, And tis not well, fmce they have fufifered judg- ment. That we fliould raife their fcandall, being dead : Tis impious, not by true judgment bred. Suff. Good morrow my Lord ; Good morrow, good Sir Henry. Bening. Pardon my lord I faw you not till now. Cham. Good morrow, good lord Hoiuard. JIoiv. Your Honors. Tlie like to you, my lords. Tame. With all my hart, Lord Ho7uard. Chain. Forward I pray. Suff. The Suffolke men my Lord, were to the Queen The very flayres by wliich flic did afcend : Shees greatly bound unto them for their loues. you know no body. 195 Enter Cardinall of Winchejler. Winch. Good morrow, Lords. Attend the Queene into the prefence. Suff. Your duties, Lords. Exeunt Omnes. Enter Tame bearing the purfe, Shandoyfe the mace, Howard the fccpter, Suffex the crowne : then, the Queene ; after her the Cardinall, Sentlow, Gage, and attendants. Queen. By Gods affiftance, and the power of heaven, We are inRated in our Brothers throne. And all thofe powers that warred againfl our right, By help of heauen and your friendly aide, Difperfed and fled, here we may fit fecure. Our heart is joyfull, lords, our peace is pure. Enter Dodds. Dodds. I do befeech your Maiefly perufe This poor petition. Queen. O M after Dodds, We are indebted to you for your loue. You flood vs in great flead, euen in our ebb Of fortune, when our ho])es were neare declined, And when our flate did beare the lowefl faile, Which we haue reafon to requite, we know ; Read his petition, my good Lord Cardinall. Dodds. Oh, gracious foueraign, let my lord, the duke, Haue the perufing of it, Or any other that is near your Grace, He will be to our fuite an oppofite. Winch. And reafon, fellow. ]\Tadam, here is a large recital and vpbraiding of your highnefs foueraignty : the Suftblke men, that lifted you to the throne, and o 2 196 If you know not me., here poffed you, claim your promife you made to them about Rehgion. Dodds. True, gracious Soueraign ; But that we do vpbraid your maiefly, Or make recitall of our deeds forepafl, Other then confcience, honefty, and zeale, By loue, by faith, and by our duty bound To you, the true and next fucceffiue heir, If you contrary this, I needs mufl fay. Your skilleffe tongue doth make our well-tuned words Jarre in the Princefle ecrs ; and of our text You make a wrong conflruction. Gracious Queene, Your humble fubie6ls proflrate in my mouth A general fuit : when we firfl flockt to you. And made firfl head with you at Froniagham, Twas thus concluded, that we, your liegemen. Should ftill enioy our confciences, and vfe That faith which in King Edwards dayes was held canonicall. Winch. iSIay't pleafe your highnes note the Com- mons infolence : They tie you to conditions and fet limits to your liking. Queen. They fliall know, To whom their faithfuU duties they doe owe : Since they, the limbs, the head would feeke to fway. Before they gouerne, they fliall learne t' obey. See it feuerely ordered, Winchejlcr. Winch. Away with him, it fliall be throughly fcand ; And you vpon the pillory three dayes ftand. Exit Dodds. Bening. lias not your fifler, gracious Queene, a hand In thefe jjetitions ? ^^'ell your highnefs knowes, She is a fauourite of thefe hereticpes. Winch. And well remembred. Is't not probable That flie in Wiats expedition, And other infurrections lately queld. you knoiv no body. 197 Was a confederate ? If your highnefs will Your own eflate prefenie, you mufl. forefce Fore danger, and cut off all fuch as would Your fafety preiudice. Beuing. Such is your fiRer, a mere oppofite To vs in our o])inion ; and, befidcs, Shes next fucceffive, fliould your maiefly Die iffuleffe, which heauen defend. Omnes. Which heauen defend. Bening. The flate of our Religion would decline. Queen. My lords of Ta/ne and Chandoyfe, You two fhall haue a firm commiflion fealed To fetch our filler, young Elizabeth, From AJIibridge, where flie lies, and with a band Of amied fouldiers to condu6l her vp to Londo?i, Where we will heare her. Sent. Gracious Queen, She only craues but to behold your face, ■^I'hat fhe might cleare herfelfe Of all fuppofed treafons, Hill protefling She is as true a fubiecl to your Grace, As Hues this day. Wineh. Doe you not heare with what a fancy im- pudence This Scntloio here prefumes ? Queen. Away with him, lie teach him know his place ; To frown when we frown, fmile on whom we grace. Wi/ieh. 'Twill be a means to keep the rell in awe, IMaking their Soueraigns brow, to them a law. Queen. All thofe that feeke our iiilers caufe to fauour. Let them be lodged. IViue/i. Y^oung Courtney, Earle of Deuon/hire, feems chiefly To affect her ficlion. Queen. Connnit him to tlie Toicer, 198 If yo2i hiow not me, Till time affords vs and our Councell breathing fpace. A home withm. Whence is that Pofle ? Conjl. My foueraign, it is from Southampton. Queen. Our fecretary, vnfeale them, And return vs prefent anfwer of the contents. Whats the maine bufineffe. Shefpeakes to the L. Conjlable. Conjl. That Philips Prince of Spaifie, Son to the Emperour^ is fafely arriu'd, And landed at Southampton. Queen. Prepare to meet him, Lords, with all our Pompe. Hotv. Prepare you, lords, with our faire Queene to ride ; And his high princely ftate let no man hide. Queen. Set forward, lords : this fudden newes is fweet ; Two royall louers on the mid way meet. Ex omnes. Enter Majler Gage, and a Genttewoman. Gage. Good morrow, miflrefle. Came you from the Princeffe ? Worn. Mafler Gage, I did. Gage. How fares her grace ? Worn. O wondrous crazy, gentle Mafler Gage. Her fleepes are all vnquiet, and her head Beats, and grows giddy with continuall griefe. Gage. God grant her comfort, and releafe her paine. So good a lady few on earth remaine. Enter the Clownc. Cloiun. Oh, armc; arme, arme. you k7iow 710 body. 199 Gage. How now, whats the matter ? Cloivn. Oh Lord the houfe is befet : fouldiers are as hot as fire, are ready to enter euery hole about the houfe ; for as I was a'th top of the flacke, the found of the drum hot me fuch a box a'th eare, that I came tumbUng down the flack, with a thoufand billets a'th top on me. Look about, and helpe, for God fake. Gage. Heauen guard the Princeffe ! grant that all be well 1 This drum, I feare will proue her pafling-bell. Etiter Tame afid Shandoyfe, loit/i Souldiers, drum, &c. Tame. ^Vheres the Princeffe % Gage. Oh my honoured lords. May 1 with reuerence prefume to aske What meanes thefe armes ? Why do you thus begirt A poor weake lady, neare at point of death ? Shand. Refolue the Princeffe we mud fpeake with her. Gentletv. My lords. Know there is no admittance to her prefence Without the leaue firfl granted from herfelf. Tame. Goe tell her we mufl, and will. Gentkiii. He certify fo much. Exit Woman. Gage. My lords, as you are honorably borne, As you did loue her Father, or her Brother, As you doe owe allegeance to the Queene, In pity of her weakneffe and low ftate. With bed of fauour her commiferate. Enter Woman. Woma>i. Her Grace intreats you but to flay till morne, 200 If you know not me, And then your meffage fliall be heard at full. Shand. 'Tis from the Queene, and we will fpeake with her. Worn. He certify fo much. Tame. It fhall not need — Preffe after her my Lord. Enter Elizabeth, hi her bed. Doflor Owine, and Doclor VVendith. Eliz. We are not pleafed with your intrufion, lords, Is your haft fuch, or your affaires fo vrgent. That fuddenly, and at this time of night, You preffe on me, and will not flay till morne 1 Tame. Sorry we are, fweet lady, to behold you In this fad plight. Eliz. And I, my lords, not glad. My heart, oh, how it beates. Shand. Madam, Our meffage, and our duty from our Queene, We come to tender to you. It is her i)leafure That you the 7. day of this moneth, appeare At Weftminfler. Eliz. At Weftminfler? My lords, no foule more glad then I To doe my duty to her Majefty ; But I am forry at the heart. — My heart ! Oh good docH-or raife "me. Oh, my heart ! — I hope my lords, Confidering my extremity and weaknefs. You will difpenfe a little with your hafte. Tajne Doclor Owine ami Dotlor IVendith, You are the Queenes phyfitians, truly fworn On your allegeance : As before her highnefs you will anfwer it, Speak, may the Princefs be rcmou'd with life? yotc know no body. 201 D. Ow. Not without danger, lords, yet without death. Her feuer is not mortall ; yet you fee Into what danger it hath brought the Princefle. Shand. Is your opinion fo 1 D. Waul. My iudgement is, not deadly but yet dangerous. No fooner fliall fhe come to take the aire But file will faint ; and, if not well prepared And attended, her life is in much danger. Tame. Madam, we take no pleafure to deliuer So flri6l a meffage. FJiz. Nor I my lords to heare a meffage deliuercd with fuch flri6inefs. Well, mua I go ? Shand. So fayes the Queene. FJiz. Why, then, it mufl be fo. Tame. To-morrow earely then you mufl prepare. Eliz. Tis many a morrow fmce my feeble legs Felt this my bodies waight — O I fliall faint, And if I tafle the rawnelTe of the aire, I am but dead \ indeed, I am but dead. 'Tis late ; conducfl thefe lords vnto their chambers. And cheere them well, for they haue iournied hard, Whilfl we prepare vs for our morrows iourney. Shand. Madam, the Queen hath fent her letter for you. Eliz. The Queen is kinde, and we will flriue with death To tender her our life. "We are her fubieift, and obey her hefl. Good night : we wifli you what we want — good rcfl. Exeunt nines. Enter Queen Mary, I'hilip, and all the Nobles but Tame and Shandoyfe. Queen. Thus in the face of Heaucn, and liroad eye 202 If you know not me. Of all the multitude, We giue a welcome to the Spanifh Prince. — Thofe plaufme fhouts, which giue you entertaine, Eccho as much to the Almighties eares, And there they found with pleafure, that excels The clamorous trumpets and loud ringing bells. Phil. Thrice excellent and euer gratious Princeffe, Doubly famous for vertue and for beauty, We embrace your large-flretched honours with the arms of loue. Our royal marriage, treated firfl in heauen. To be folemnized here, both by Gods voice And by our loues confent, we thus embrace. Now Spain and England^ two populous kingdomes That haue a long time been oppofd In hoflile emulation, fhall be at one. This fliall be SpaniJJi- England, ours Englijh-Spaine. Florijh. Queen. Hark the redoubling ecchoes of the people. How it proclaimes their loues, and welcome to this union. Phil. Then here before the pillars of the land, We do embrace and make a publike contradl. Our fouls are io)^full : then, bright heauens fmile, Whilft we proclaim our new-vnited flile. Queen. Reade Suffex. Suff. {reads). Philip and Mary, by the grace of God, King and Qiieene of England, Spaine, France, and Ire- land ; King and Queen of Naples, Cicilia, Leon, and Aragon ; Arch-Duke and Ducheffe of Auflria, Bur- gondy, of Brabant, Zealand, a7id Holland : Prince and Princeffe of Sweaue ; Count and Countcffe of Haf- burge, Maiorca, Sardinia, of the firine land a?id maine ocean-fea ; Palatines of Hierufalem and of Henolt ; Lord and Lady of Friefland, and of the Ifles ; and Gouerjior and Gouerneffe of all Africa and Afia. Omnes. Long Hue the King and Queene. FlorifJi. you know no body. 203 King and Qu. We thanke you all. L. Conjl. When pleafe yonr highnefs to folemnize this your nuptials ? Queen. The twenty-fifth day of this month, July. F/iiL It likes vs well. But, royall Queen, we want One lady at this high folemnity ; We haue a fifler called Elizabeth. Whofe virtues, and endowments of the mind, Haue filld the eares of Spaine. Winch. Great are the caufes, now too long to fay. Why fliee my foueraign, fhould be kept away. ConJl. The Lords of Tame and Shandoyfe are re- turn'd. Enter Tame and Shandoyfe, and Gage. Queen. How fares our fifler 1 Is flie come along 1 Tame. We found the Princeffe ficke and in great danger ; Yet did we vrge our flridl commiffion : She much entreated that fhe might be fpar'd Vntill her health and flrength might be reftor'd. Shand. Two of your highnes doctors we then call'd. And charged them, as they would anfwer it, To tell the truth, if that our iourneys toile flight be no preiudice vnto her life, Or if we might with fafety bring her thence. They anfwered that we might. We did fo. Here fhe is, to doe her duty to your maiefly. Queen. Let her attend : we will find time to heare her. Phil. But, royall Queen, yet, for her vertues fake, Decmc her offences, if flie haue offended. With all the lenity a fifler can. Queen. My Lord of IVincheJlcr, my Lord of SulJ'e.x, 204 If you know not me, Lord "Howard, Tame, and Shandoyfe, Take you commiffion to examine her Of all fuppofed crimes. — So to our nuptials. Phil. What fefliuall more royall hath been feen, Then twixt Spains Prince, and Englaiids royall Queen ? Exeunt. Enter Elizabeth, her Getdlewoman, and three houJJwld Seruants. Ellz. Is not my gen^-leman-vflier yet returned % Gejdlew. Madam, not yet. Eliz. O, God ! my fear hath been Good phyficke ; but the Queens difpleafure, that Hath cured my bodies imperfecSlion, Hath made me heart fick, brain fick, and fick euen to death. What are you ? I Scru. Your houfhold officers and humble fer- uants, Who, now your houfe, fair Princefs, is diffolued, And quite broke vp, come to attend your Grace. Eliz. We thanke you, and are more indebted for your loues Then we haue power or vertue to requite. Alas ! I am all the Queens, yet nothing of myfelfe ; But God and innocence, Be you my patrons, and defend my caufe. Wliy weepe you, gentlemen % Cook. Not for ourfelues : men are not made to weep At their owne fortunes. Our eyes are made of fire ; And to extradl Nvater from fire is hard. Nothing but fuch a Princefie griefe as yours, So good a lady, and fo beautiful, fo abfolute a miflrifs, And perfect, as you euer haue been, Haue power to doe't : your forrow makes vs fad. Eliz. My innocence yet makes my heart as light you hiow no body. 205 As my front's heauy. All that Heauen fends is wel- come. Gentlemen, diuide thefe few crownes amongfl you ; I am now a prifoner, and fhall want nothing. I haue fome friends about her Maiefly That are prouiding for me all things, all things 3 I, euen my graue ; and being poffefl of that, I fliall need nothing. Weepe not, I pray ; Rather, you fliould reioice. If I mifcarry In this enterprife, and you aske why, A Virgin and a Martyr both I die. Enter Gage. Gage. He that firfl gaue you life, protedt that life From thofe that wifli your death. Eliz. Whats my offence ? who be my accufers ? Gage. Madam, that the Queene and Winchejler befl know. Eliz. What fays the Queen vnto my late petition ? Gage. You are denide that grace ; Her maiefly will not admit you conference. Sir William Sentlo70, vrging that motion, Was firfl committed, fince fent to the Tozuer. Madam, in brief, your foes are the Queens friends. Your friends her foes. Six of the Councel are this day appointed To examine you of certain articles. Eliz. They fliall be welcome. My God, in whom in whom I trufl, Will help, deliver, faue, defend the iufl. Enter Winchejler, Si/ffex, Howard, Tame, Shandoyfe, and Conjlable. Sufs. All forbeare tJiis place, vnleffe the Princefs. Winch. Madam, We from the Queen are joind in full commiffion. They fit : JJie kneclcs. 2o6 If you know not me, Siifs. By your fauour, good my lord, Ere you proceed. — Madam, although this place Doth tye you to this reuerence, it becomes not, You being a Princefs, to deiecl your knee. — A chair there ! Eliz. My duty with my fortunes doe agree, And to the Queene in you I bend my knee. Sufs. You fhall not kneele where Suffex fits in place. — The chamber-keeper, a chaire there, for her Grace ! Winch. Madam, perhaps you cenfure hardly That was enforced in this commifHon. Eliz. Know you your own guilt, my good Lord Chancellor, That you accufe yourfelfe ? I thinke not fo : I am of this mind — no man is my foe. Winch. Madam, I would you would fubmit vnto her highnes. Eliz. Submit, my Lord of Winchejler ! Tis fit That none but bafe offenders fhould fubmit. No, no, my lord : I eafily fpie your drift : Hauing nothing whereon you can accufe me, Do feek to haue myfelfe myfelfe betray ; So by myfelfe mine owne blood fhould be fpilt. Confeffe fubmiffion, I confeffe a guilt. Tame. What anfwer you to Wyats late rebellion ? Madam, tis thought that you did let them on. Eliz. Who ifL will fay fo ? Men may much fuf- pecl, But yet, my lord, none can my life dete6l. I a confederate with thofe Kentifli rebels ! If I ere faw, or lent to them, let the Queen take my head. Hath not proud Wiat fuffered for his offence ? And in the purging both of foul and body for Heauen, Did Wiat then accufe Elizabeth ? Sufs. Madam, he did not. Eliz. My reuerent lord, I know it. you know no body. 207 Hotv. Madam he would not. Eliz. Oh my good lord he could not. Sufs. The fame day Frogmorton was arraigned in the Guildhall, It was impofd on him, whether this Princefs Had a hand with him, or no : he did deny it Cleared her fore his death, yet accufed others. Eliz. My God be praifed ! This is newes but of a minute old. Shand. What anfwer you to Sir Peter Careia, in the Wea— The VVeRern rebels % Eliz. Aske the vnborn infant : fee what that will anfwer ; For that and I are both alike in guilt. Let not by rigor innocent blood be fpilt. Winch. Come, madam ; anfwer briefly to thefe treafons. Eliz. Treafon, Lords ! If it be treafon To be the daughter to th' eight Henry., Sifter to Edward, and the next of blood Vnto my gracious Soueraign, the now Queene, I am a traitor : if not, I fpit at treafon. In Henries reign, this law could not haue ftood. Oh, God that we fliould fufifer for our blood. Conjl. Madam, The Queene muft heare you fmg another fong, Before you part with vs. FJiz. ]\Iy God doth know, I can no note but truth ; that with heauens King One day in quires of angels I fhall fmg. WincJi. Then, madam, you will not fubmit ? Eliz. My life I will, but not as guilty. My lords, let pale offenders pardon craue : If we offend, laws rigor let vs haue. Winch. You are ftubborne. — Come, lets certify the Queene. 'J'anic. Roome for the lords, there ! Exeunt Counccl. 2o8 If you know not 7ne, Eliz. Thou Power Eternal, Innocents iufl guide, That fway'fl the fcepter of all monarchies, Prote6l the guiltleffe from thefe rauening jawes, That hydeous death prefent by tyrants laws : And as my heart is knowne to thee mofl pure, Grant me releafe, or patience to endure. E?iter Gage and Seriianis. Gage. Madam, we, your poor humble feruants. Made bold to prefs into your Graces prefence, To know how your caufe goes. Eliz. Well, well ; I thank my God, well. How can a caufe go ill with innocents ? For they to whom wrongs in this world are done. Shall be rewarded in the world to come. Ejiter the fix Coimcellors. Winch. It is the pleafure of her maiefly, That you be flraiglit committed to the Tozver. Eliz. The Tower ! for what 1 Winch. Moreover, all your houfehold feruants We haue difcharged, except this gentleman, your vflier, And this gentlewoman : thus did the Queen com- mand. And for your guard, an hundred Northern white- cotes Are appointed to conduct you thither. To-night, vnto your chamber ; to-morrow earely Prei^are you for the Tower. Your barge flands ready to conduct you thither. She knecles. Eliz. Oh, God, my heart ! A prifoner in the Tower % Speak to the Queene, my lords, that fome other place May lodge her filler ; thats too vile too bafe. you know no body. 209 Sufs. Come, my lords, lets all ioin in one petition to the Queen, That the may not be lodged within the Totaer. Winch. My lord, you know it is in vain ; For the Queens fentence is definitiue. And we mufl fee't performed. Eliz. Then, to our chamber, comfortlefle and fad: To-morrow to the Tower — that fatall place, Where I fhall nere behold the funncs bright face. Sufs. Now, God forbid ! a better hap Heauen fend. Thus men may mourn for what they cannot mend. Exeunt omncs. Enter three white-cote Soulciicrs, with a jacke of beere. 1. Come, my mafters, you know your charge. Tis now about eleuen : here we mufl watch till morning, and then carry the Princefle to the Totvcr. 2. How fhall we fpend the time till morning 1 3. Mafs, wele drink, and talke of our friends. 2. 1 but, my friend, do not talk of State matters. I. Not I : lie not meddle with the State. I hope this a man may fay, without offence — prethee drink to me. 3. With all my heart, ifaith : this a man might lawfully fpcak. IJut now, faith, what waft about to fliy 1 1. Mass, I fay this — that the Lady Elizahdh is both a lady and Elizabeth : and if I iliould fay flie were a -s'crtuous ])rincefs, were there any harm in that ? 2. No, by my troth, theres no harm in that. But beware of talking of the I'vincefs. Lets meddle with our kindred ; tlicrc we may be bold. T. Well, firs, 1 haue two fillers, and the one loues tlie other, and would not fend her to prifon for a mil- 210 If you know not me, lion. Is there any harm in this ? He keepe myfelfe within compaffe, I warrant you ; for I do not talke of the Queene ; I talk of my fiflers. He keepe myfelfe within my compafs, I warrant you. 3. I but fir; that word fifler goes hardly down. 1. Why, fir, I hope a man may be hold with his own. I learned that of the Queen. He keepe my- lelfe within compaffe, I warrant you. 2. I but fir, why is the Princefs committed % 1. It may be, flie doth not know herfelf It may be, the Queene knowes not the caufe. It may be, my Lord of Winchejler doth not know. It may be fo : nothing is impoflible. It may be, theres knauery in monkery : theres nothing unpoffible. Is there any harm in that] 2. Shoomaker, you goe a litde beyond your laft. 1. Why % In faying nothing's unpoffible % He fland to it. For faying a truth's a truth % He proue it. For faying there may be knauery in munkery ? He iuflify it. I do not fay there is, but may be. I know what I know : he knowes what he knowes. Marry, we know not what euery man knowes. 2. My maflers, we haue talkd fo long, that I thinke tis day. 1. I think fo too. — Is there any harme in all this % 2. None ith world. 3. And I thinke by this time the Princeffe is ready to take her barge. I. Come, then, lets go. Would all were well. Is there any harme in all this ? but, alas I Wiflies and teares haue both one property ; They fliew their loue that want the remedy. Ex. iint 0//UICS. EvJcr V/inchefter and Peningfickl. WiiicJi. Did you not mark what a piteous eye f!ie cafL yoti know no body. 2 1 1 To the Queens window, as fhe pafs'd along ] Fain (he would haue Raid, but that I caufed The bargemen to make halle and row away. Bc?iiiii:^. The bargemen were too defperate, my lord, In (laying till the water was fo low ; For then, you know, bemg vnderneath the Bridge, The barges (lerne did flrike vpon the ground, And was in danger to haue drownd vs all. Wiiic/i. Well, (he hath fcapd that danger. Would (he but conform herfelf in her opinion, She onely might rely vpon my loue, To win her to the fauour of the Queene. Baling. But that will neuer be : this is my cen- fure ; It file be guilty in the leafl degree, May all her wrongs furuiue and light on her : If other ways, that flie be cleared. Thus, both ways 1 wifli her downe, or clfe her Rate to raife. Enter Suflex, Tame, Howard, Shandoyfe, and Gage. Sufs. Why doth the Princcfle keepe her barge fo long ? Why lands flie not ? Some one go fee the caufe. Gai;c. That fliall be my charge, my lord. Exit Gage. Sufs. Oh, me my lords, her fLate is wondrous hard. I haue feene the day my hand Ide not haue lent To bring my foueraigns fifler to the Tower. Good my lords, (Iretch your commiffion To do this Princeffe but fome little fauour. Shand. IMy lord, my lord, Let not the loue we bear the Princeffe Incur the Queens difpleafurc : tis no dallying with matters of State. Wlio dares gainfay the ()ucene ? SnJ.s. Marry a God, not I ; no, no, not I : Yet who fliall hinder thefe mine eyes to furrow !' 2 2 1 2 If you know not ine^ For her forrow ? By Gods marry dear, That the Queene could not^ though herfelf were here. My lords, my lords, if it were held foule treafon To grieue for her hard vfage, by my foule, Mine eyes would hardly proue me a true fubiedl. Tis the Queens pleafure, and we mufl obey ; But I flmll mourn, fliould King and Queen fay nay. Enter Gage. Gage. My grieued miflrefs humbly thus intreats, For to remoue back to the common flaires, And not to land where traytors put to fliore. Some difference fhe entreats your honours make Twixt Cryflal fountains and foul, muddy fprings ; Twixt thofe that are condemned by the law, And thofe whom treafons flaine did neuer blemifli. Thus fhe attends your anfwer ; and fits ftill, Whilfl her wet eyes full many a tear doth fpill. Sufs. Marry a God, tis true, and tis no reafon. Lanch bargeman ! — Good lady land where traitors vfe to land, And fore her guilt be proued ? Gods marry, no. And the Queen wills it, that it fliould be fo. Chand. My lord, you mufl, looke into our commif- fion. No fauor's granted, flie of force mufl land : Tis a decree which we cannot with Rand. So tell her, Mafler Gage. Exit Gage. Snfs. As good a lady as ere England bred. Would he that caufed this woe had loft his head ! Enter Gage, Elizabeth, and Clarentia, her Geniie- wonian. Gage. Madam, you hauc Rept too fliort into the water. Eiiz. No matter where I tread. Would where 1 fet my foot there la) my litad. you know no body. 2 1 3 Land traitor like ! My foots wet in the flood ; So fhall my heart ere long be drencht in blood. Enter Conjlahle. Which. Here comes the Conftable of the Tower. This is your charge. Cojijl. And I receiue my prifoner. — Come, will you go % Eliz. Whither, my lord ? vnto a grate of iron, Where griefe and care my poore heart fhall en- uiron % I am not well. Sufs. A chair for the Princeffe ! Conjl. Heres no chair for prifoners. Come, will you fee your chamber ? Eliz. Then, on this ftone^ this cold flone, I will fit. I needs mufl fay, you hardly me entreat, When for a chair this hard flone is my feat. Sufs. My lord, you deal too cruelly with the Princefs. You knew her father ; fhes no flranger to you. Tame. Madam, it raines. Sufs. Good lady, take my cloake. Eliz. No ; let it alone. See, gentlemen, The piteous heauens weepe teares into my bofom. On this cold flone I fit, raine in my face j But better here then in a worfer place, Where this bad man will lead me. Claniitia, reach my booke. Now, lead me where you pleafe, from fight of day, ' Or in a dungeon I fliall fee to pray. Exeiini Elizabeth, Gage, Clarentia, and Co?iJIaI>le. Sufs. Nay, nay, j'ou need not bolt and lock fo faft ; She is no flarter. — Honorable lords, Speake to the Qucene fae may liaue fonn> rcleafc 214 If you know not me, Enter Cotijlable. Conjl. So, fo. Let me alone, let me alone to coope her. He vfe her fo, the Queen fhall much commend My diligent care. How. Where haue you left the Princeffe ? Co7iJl. Where fhe is fafe enough, I warrant you. I haue not granted her the priuilege Of any walke or garden, or to ope Her windowes cafements to receiue the air. Snfs. My lord, my lord, you deal without re- fpea, And worfe then your commiffion can maintain. Co7iJl. My lord, I hope I know my office well. And better then yourfelf within this place : Then teach not me my duty. She fhall be vfed fo flill; The Queene commands, and He obey her will. Siifs. But if this time fhould alter, marke me well. Could this be anfwer'd ? Could it fellow peers % I think not fo. ConJl. Tufli, tufli ! the Queen is young, likely to beare Of her own body a more royall heir. Enter Gage. Gage. My lords, the Princeffe humbly entreats, That her owne feruants may beare vp her diet. A company of bafe, vntutord flaues, W^hofe hands did neuer ferue a princefs board. Do take that priuilcdge. Conjl. Twas my appointment, and it fliall be fo, Snfs. Gods marry, deare, but it fliall not be. Lord Houard, ioine with me : we'll to the King. you know no body. 2 1 5 Enter Souldiers, %uith dijlies. Gage. Stay, good my lords ; for inflance, fee, they come. If this be feemly, let your honours iudgc. Sufs. Come, come, my lords : why doe you flay fo long % The Queens high fauour fliall amend this wrong. Exeunt onines, prceter Gage 6^ Conjlab. Conjl. Now fir, what haue you got by your com- |)laining, you common find-fault. What is your Millris llomacke fo queafie % our honefl Souldiers mufl not touch her meat, then let her fad ; I know her flomacke will come downe at lafl. Enter Souldiers tuith more dijiies. Gage takes one from thcvi. Gage. Untutord flaue, He cafe thee of this burthen. Her highneffe fcorns To touch the difli her feruants bring not vp. Coiijl. Prefume to touch a dilh, He lodge thee there, Wliere thou flialt fee no fun, in one whole yeare. Exeunt Conjlable and Soldiers. Gage. I would to God you would in any place Where I might liue from thought of her difgrace ! Oh ! thou all-feeing heauens, with piteous eye Look on the oppreffions of their cruelty. Let not thy truth by falfliood be opprefl. But let her vertues fliine, and giue her refl. Confound the flights and pra6life of thofe men, Whofe pride doe kick againfl the leat of Heaucn. Oil ! draw the curtains from their filthy fm, And make them loathe the hell which they liue in. Profijcr the Princefie, and her lile defend ; A gl(jrioriS comfort to her troul)lcs fend. If cuer thou hadll pity, hear my prayer, \ii(l uiue releafmcnt to a Princes care. E\ii Ga^^e. 2 1 6 If you know not me, A DUMB SHOW. Enter fix with torches. Tame a7id Chandos, bare- headed ; Philip and Mary after them ; then Win- chefler, Beningfield, a7id Attendants. At the other door, Suflex and Howard. Suffex deliuers a petition to the King, the Kiiig receiues it,JJio7as it to the Queen ; Jlie jfJiows it to Winchefler and to Beningfield ; they Jlorni : the King zuhifpers to Suffex, and raifes hrtn and Howard ; giucs thcni the petition : they take their leaiies and depart. The King zoJiifpers a little to the Queen. Exeunt. Enter Conjlable and Gage. Gage. The Princefs thus entreats you honord lord ; She may but walke in the Lieutenants garden, Or elfe repofe herfelfe in the Queens lodgings. My honourd lord, grant this, as you did loue The famous Tle>iry, her deceafed father, Cofi/l. Come, talke not to me, for I am re- folu'd Nor lodging, garden, nor Lieutenants walkes, Shall here be granted : fhes a prifoner. Gage. My Lord, they fhall. Co/ifi. How fliall they, knaue ? Gage. If the Queen pleafe, they fliall. A noble and right reuerend counccllor Promifd to beg it of her Maiefly ; And if file fay the word, my lord. Hie fliall. Confi. I ; if fhe fay the word, it fliall be fo. My Lord of Winchcficr fpeakes the contrary ; So doe the clergy : they are honefl men. Ga^:^e. My honoured lord, why fliould you take de- light To torture a |)00r lady innoceiil '-' you know no body. 2 1 7 The Queene I know, when (he Ihall heaie of this, Will greatly difcommend your cruelty. You feru'd her father, and he lou'd you well : You feru'd her brother, and he held you deare ; And can you hate the fifler he befl loued 1 You ferue her fifler ; fhe efleemes you high, And you may liue to ferue her, ere you die. And, therefore, good my lord, let this preuail : Only the cafements of her windowes ope. Whereby fhe may receiue frefh gladfome air. Co/i/?. Oh ! you preach well to deaf men : no, not I. So letters may fly in ; lie none of that. She is my prifoner ; and if I durfl, But that my warrant is not yet fo flricl, Ide lay her in a dungeon where her eyes Should not haue light to read her prayer-booke. So would I danger both her foul and body, Caufe file an alien is to vs Catholikes : Her bed fliould be all fnakes, her refl defpaire ; Torture fliould make her curfe her faithleffe prayer. Enter Suffex, Howard, and Seruants. Suff. My lord, it is the pleafure of tlie Queene, The prifoner Princeffe fliould haue all the vfe Of the lieutenants garden, the Queens lodgings, And all the liberty this place affords. Coiijl. What nieancs her Grace by that % Sujf. You may goe aske her, and you will, my lord. Moreouer, tis her highnefs further pleafure. That her fworne feruants fliall attend on her : Two gentlemen of lier ewry, two of her pantry, Two of her kitchin, and two of her wardrobe, Befides this gentleman here Mafler Gage, Conjl The next will be her freedom. Oh this mads mc. /A/f,' Wliich way lie:, the Prinrc!!.'? 2 1 8 If you know not me, Confl. This waj', my lord. How. This will be glad tidings. Come, lets tell her Grace. Exeunt oiimcs, prceter Conjlahle 6^ Gage. Ga^e. Wilt pleafe your honour let my lady walke In the Lieutenants garden, Or may but fee the lodgings of the Queen, Or ope the cafements to receiue frefh air ? Shall file, my lord ? Shall Hie this freedom vfe ? She fhall ; for you can .-"either will nor chufe. Or fhall fhe haue fome feruants of her own. To attend on her ? T pray, let it be fo ; And let your looke no more poore prifoners daunt, I pray, deny not what you needs mufl grant. Exit Gage. Conjl. This bafe groome flouts me. Oh this frets my heart : Thefe knaues will iet vpon their priuiledge. But yet He vex her : I haue found the means. He haue my cookes to dreffe my meate with hers, And euery ofticer my men fhall match. Oh ! that I could but drain her hearts deare blood. Oh ! it would feede me, do my foule much good. Enter the Clown beating a Souldler. Exeunt. Enter Cooke beating anotJier Souldier. ConJl. How now ! what meancs the fellow % Cook. Audacious flaue, prefuming in my place ! Conjl. Sir twas my i)leafurC; and 1 did command it. Cook. The i)roudell he tluit keeps within the loiotr you know no body. 1 1 9 Shall haue not eye into my priuate office. Conjl. No, fir ? Why, fay tis I. Cook. Be it yourfelf, or any other here, He make him fijp the hottefl broth I haue. Cotijl. You will not. Cook. Zounds 1 I will : I haue been true to her, and will be dill. Exit Cooke, C071JI. Well ; He haue this amended, ere't be long, And venge myfelf on her for all their wrong. Exeunt omnes. Enter a Boy with a nofegay. Boy. I haue got another nofegay for my young lady. My lord faid I fliould be foundly whipt, If I were feen to bring her any more ; But yet He venture once again, file's fo good. Oh ! here's her chamber : He call and fee if flic be flirring. Where are you, lady ? Eliz. "Welcome, fweet boy : what haft thou brought me there % Boy. Madam, I haue brought you another nofe- gay. But you mufl not let it be feene ; for, if it be, I fliall be foundly whipt : indeed, la, indeed, I fhall. Eliz. God a mercy, boy ! Heres to requite thy loue. Exit. Eliz. E'litcr Conjlablc, Suffex, Howard, and Attendants. ConJl. Stay him, flay him ! — Oh haue I caught you, fir % Where haue you been % Boy. To carry my young lady fome more flowers 2 20 If you know not me, How. Alas, my lord ! a child, Pray, let him go. Conjl. A crafty knaue, my lords. — Search him for letters. Snfj. Letters, my lord ! It is impoffible. ConJl. Come, tell me what letters thou carryedfl her? He giue thee figs and fugar-plums. Boy. Will you, indeed? Well, He take your word. For you looke like an honefl man. Conjl. Now, tell me what letters thou deli- ueredfl % Boy. Faith, gaffer, I know no letters but great A, B, and C : I am not come to K yet. Now, gafifer, will you giue me my fugar-plums % ConJl. Yes, marry will I, — Take him away : Let him be foundly whipt, I charge you, firrah. E^iter Elizabeth, Gage, and Clarentia. Eliz. They keep euen infants from vs : they do well. My fight they haue too long barred, and now my fmell. This lower hath made me fall to hufwifry : I fpend my labours to relieue the poor. Go, Gage ; diftribute thefe to thofe that need. Ejiter Winchefler, Beningfield, and Tame. Winch. Madam, the Queene, out of her royal bounty. Hath freed you from tlie thraldom of the Tower, And now this gentleman mufl. be your guardian. Eliz. I thank her flie hath rid me of a tyrant. Is he appointed now to be my keeper ? Wlmt is he, lords ? Tame. A gentleman in fauor witli tlie Queene. yo24, know no body. 221 Eliz. It feems fo, by his charge. — But tell me, Gage, Is yet the fcaflfold flanding on Tower Hill, Whereon young Guilford and the Lady yane Did fuffer death 1 Gage. Vpon my life it flands not. Eliz. Lord Hotuard, what is he % How. A gentleman, though of a fterne afpe6l ; Yet milde enough, I hope your Grace will finde. Eliz. Hath he not, think you, a flretcht con- fcience ; And if my fecret murder fhould be put into his hands, Hath he not heart, think you, to execute ? HoiiK Defend it, Heauen ; and Gods almighty hand Betwixt your Grace and fuch intendments fland. Beuitig. Come, madam ; will you go ? Eliz. With all my heart. — Farewell, farewell : I am freed from Hmbo, to be fent to hell. Exeunt onmcs. Enter Cook aiid Pantler. Cook. What florme comes next % this hath difperft vs quite. And fliatterd vs to nothing. Though we be denied the prefence of our miflrefs, Yet we will walke aloofe, and none controle vs. Pant. Here will fliee croffe the riuer ; fland in her eye. That ihe may take feme notice of our neglecfled duties. Enter three poor men. 1. Come : this way, they fay, tlic fweet Princefs comes. Let vs prefent her with fuch tokens of g0('d will as we liaue. 2 22 I/yoti know not me, 2. They fay fhc's fuch a vertuous Princefs, that Ihe'U accept of a cup of cold water ; and I haue euen a nofegay for her Grace. Here fliee comes. Enter Elizabeth, Beningfield, Gage, and Tame. Omnes. The Lord preferue thy fweet Grace. Eliz. ^Vllat are thefe ? Gage. The townefmen of the country, gather'd here To greet your Grace, bearing you pafl this way. Eliz. Giue them this gold, and thanke them for their loues. Bening. What traitor knaues are gather'd here, to make a tumult % Otnnes. Now, the Lord blefs thy fweet Grace ! Bening. If they perfift, I charge you, foldiers, flop their mouths. Eliz. It fliall not need. The poor are loumg, but the rich defpife ; And though you curb their tongues, fpare them their eyes. Your loue my fmart allayes not, but prolongs : Pray for me in your hearts, not with your tongues. See, fee, my lord : looke, I haue flilld them all. Not one amongft them but debates my fall. Tame. Alas, Sir Harry, thefe are honeft country- men. That much reioice to fee the Princefs well. Bening. j\Iy lord, my lord, my charge is great. Tame. And mine as great as yours. Bells. Bening. Hark, hark, my lord, what bells are thefe ? Gage. The townfmen of this village, Hearing her highnefs pafs this way, Salutes her coming with this j^eal of bells. Bening. Traitors and knaues ! Ring bells, When the Queens enemy paffcth tlirough the town ? Go, fet the knaues by the heels : make their pates yoit know no body. 223 Ring noon, I charge thee, Barwicke. Ex-J Barwickc. Eliz. Alas, poor men ! help them, thou God aboue ! Thus men are forc'd to fuffer for my loue. What faid my feruants — thofe that flood aloof? Gage. They deeply coniur'd me, out of their loues, To know how your cafe goes, which thefe poor people fecond. Eliz. Say to them, tanquam Ovis. Bening. Come, come away. This lingering will benight vs. Ta7iic. Madam, this night your lodging's at my houfe : No prifoner are you, madam, for this night. Bcnnig. How ? no prifoner ] Tame. No ; no prifoner. What I intend to do, He anfwer. — Madam, will't pleafe you go % Exit Eliz., Beningfield, a7id Tame. Cook. Now, gentle mailer viher, what fayes my lady % Gage. This did flie bid me fay — tanqiiain Ovis. Farewell, I mufl away. Exit Gage. 1. Tan q us ouris% Pray, what's taiiqus our is., neighbour % 2. If the priefl were here, he'd fmell it out ftraight. Cook. Myfelf haue been a fcholar, and I under- flaud wliat tauqnani Oris meanes. We fent to know how her Grace did fare : Slie tanquam 07'is faid : even like a flieep That's to tlie daughter led. 1 . 7\viq!/a//i 02'riis : that I fliould hue to fee ia>i- (jiiain ovris. 2. I fliall ne'er loue ta/iquam ovris again, for this trickc. Exeunt onnies. Eliifcr Jjeniiiglk-ld and Barwick, liis man. IJening. llaiioic/.-, is Uiis the ch;ur of llale ? 2 24 If you know not me, Barw. I, fir ; this is it. Belling. Take it downe, and pull off my boots. Barw. Come on, Sir. Enter Clotune. Clow7i. O monflrous, what a fawcy companion's this % to pull off his boots in the chair of flatc. lie fit you a pennyworth for it. Bening. Well faid, Barioieke. Pull, knaue. Barzu. Ah, ha, fir ! Bening. Well faid : now it comes. The Chni'ne piiHs the cJiair from 7'nder Jiim. Clown. Gods pity, I thinke you are downe. Cry you mercy. Bening. What faucy arrant knaue art thou ? How % Clown. Not fo faucy an arrant knaue as your wor- fhip takes me to be. Bening. Villain ! thou haft broke my crooper. Clown. I am forry tis no worfe for your wor- fhip. Bening. Knaue ! doft flout me ? Exeunt. Ele beats him out. Enter the Engli/Jirnan anei Spaniard. Spa. The wall, the wall. Eng. Sblood. Spaniard, you get no wall here, vnlefs you would haue your head and tlie wall knockt together. Spa. Signer Cavalero Danglatero, I mufl, haue the wall. Ejis;. I doe ijroteil, hadfl thou not cnforfl it, I had not regarded it ; but, fince you will needs haue the wall, He take the pains to thruft you into the kennel. Sp. Oh, bafe Cavalero, my fword and poynard, well-tried in Toledo, fliall giue tliee tlie iriibroeado. you know no body. 225 Eng. Marry, and welcome, fir. Come on. They fight : he hurts the Spaniard. Spa. Hole, holo ! thou had giuen me the cari- vifjado. Eng. Come, fir ; will you any more ? Spa. Signor Cavakro, look behind thee. A blade of Toledo is drawne againfl thee. He lookes backe : he kills Jwn. Enter Philip, Howard, Suffex, Conjlable and Grefham. Phil. Hang that ignoble groome ! — Had we not Beheld thy cowardice, we fhould haue fworn Such bafenefs had not followed vs. Spa. Oh, vofiro mandado, grand Eniperato. Hcrni. Pardon him, my lord. Pliil. Are you refpecfllefs of our honor, lords. That you would haue vs bofom cowardife % I do protefl, the great Turkes empire Shall not redeeme thee from a felons death. What place is this, my lords % Sujf. Charing Crofs, my liege. Phil. Then, by this crofs, where thou haft, done this murder, Thou flialt be hang'd. — So, lords, away with him. Exit Spaniard. Suff. Your grace may purchafe glory from aboue, And entire loue from all your peoples hearts, To make atonement 'twixt the woful Princcffe And our dread foueraign, your mofl virtuous Queene. Htw. It were a deed worthy of memory. Conjl. My lord, flies factious : rather could I wifh She were married to fome priuate gentleman. And with her dower conuaid out of the land. Then here to flay, and be a mutiner. So may your highncfic Rate be more fecure ; 2 26 If you know not me.^ For whilfl. fhe Hues, warres and commotions, Foul infurredlions, will be fet abroch. I thinke twere not amiffe to take her head : This land would be in quiet, were flie dead. Snfs. O, my lord, you fpeake not charitably. Phil. Nor will we, lords, embrace his heedleffe counfell. I do protefl, as I am King of Spain., My utmoll power He flretch to make them friends. Come, lords, lets in : my loue and wit lie try, To end this jarre ; the Queene fhall not deny. Exacnt otnnes. E?iter Elizabeth, Beningfield, Clarentia, Tame, Gage, a?id Barwicke. Eliz. What fearful terror doth affaile my heart ? Good Gage, come hither, and refolue me true In thy opinion, fhall I outline this night ? I preethee, fpeake. Gage. Outliue this night ! I pray Madam, why ? Eiiz. Then, to be'plaine, this night I looke to die. Gage. O, madam, you were borne to better for- tunes, That God that made you will protect you flill From all your enemies that wifh you ill. Eiiz. My heart is fearful. Gage. Oh, my honord lord, As euer you were noble in your thoughts, Speake, fhall my lady outliue this night, or no ? Tame. You much amaze me, fir : elfe heaucn fore- fend. Gage. For if we fliould imagine any plot Pretending to the hurt of our deare miflrifs, I and my fellowes, though farre vnable are To fland againfl your i)Ower, will die together. Tame. And I with you would fpend niy dcarcft blood you know no body. 227 To doe that virtuous lady any good. Sir Harry, now my charge I mud refigne : The lady's wholly in your cuflody; Yet vfe her kindly, as fhe well deferues, And fo I take my leaue. — Madam adieu. Exit Tame. Eliz. My honord lord, farewell : vnwilling I With griefe and woe mufl continue. Help me to fome inke and paper, good Sir Harry. Bening. What to doe, madam % Eliz. To write a letter to the Queene, my fifler. Bening. I find not that in my Commiffion. Eliz. Good iailor, vrge not thy Commiffion. Bening. No iailor, but your guardian, madam. Eliz. Then, reach me pen and inke. Bening. Madam, I dare not : my Commiffion femes not. Eliz. Thus haue you driuen me off, from time to time. Still vrging me with your Commiffion. Good iailor, be not fo feu ere. Baling. Good madam, I entreat you, lofe that name of iailor ; twill be a by-word to me and my pof- terity. Eliz. As often as you name your Commiffion, So often will I call you iailor. Benifii^. Say I fhould reach you pen, ink, and paper, Who ift dare beare a letter fent from you 1 Eliz. I do not keepe a feruant fo diflionefl That would deny me that. Bening. Whoeuer dares, none fliall. Gag'. Madam, impofe the letter to my trufl. Were I to beare it through a field of pikes, And in my way ten thoufand arm'd men ambuflit, Ide make my pafiage through the midfl of theni. And perforce beare it to the Queene your fifter. Bening. Body of me, what a bold knauc's this. Eliz. Gii'^e. leaue me to myfclfe. — Tlion cuer luiing Power, lliai guid'll all hearts, o 7 2 28 If you k7iow not me, Giue to my pen a true perfwafiue ftyle, That it may moue my impatient fifters eares, And vrge her to companionate my woe. J/ie writes. Beningfield takes a book, a?id lookes itito it. Beni7ig. What has fhe written here ? Much fufpefted by me, nothing proued can be, he reads. Finis, quoth Elizabeth, the prifoner. Pray God it proue fo. Soft what booke's this ? Marry a God ! whats here an Enghfli Bible ? SanHa Maria, pardon this prophanation of ray heart ! Water, Barwicke ! water ! lie meddle with't no more. Eliz. My heart is heauy, and my eye doth clofe. I am weary of writing — fleepy on the fudden. Clarentia, leaue me, and command fome mufic In the withdrawing chamber. Jfiejleeps. Bening. Your letter fhall be forthcoming, lady. I will perufe it, ere it fcape me now. Exit Beningfield. A DUMB SHOW. Enter Winchefler, Conjlablc, Barwick, ajid Fryers : At the other door, tivo Angels. The Fryers Jlep to her, offering to kill her : the Angels driue them back. Exeimt. The Angel opens the Bible, and puts it in her hand as JJie fleeps. Exeimt Angels. She wakes. Eliz. O, God how pleafant was this fleepe to me ! Claretitia, fawft thou nothing ? Clar. Madam, not I. I ne'er flept loundHer for the time. Eliz, Nor heardft thou nothing ? Clar. Neither, madam. Eliz. Didfl thou not put this bookc into my hand? Clar. Madam not I. Eliz. Then, twas by infpiration. — licaucn, I trufl, you know no body. 229 With his eternal hand, will guide the iufl. What chapter's this % Whofo piitteth his tnijl in the Lord^JJiall not be confounded. My Sauiour, thankes ; on thee my hope I build : Thou lou'fl poor innocents, and art their fhield. Enter Beningfield and Gage. Bening. Here haue you writ a long excufe, it feemes, But no fubmiffion to the Queene, your fifler. Eliz. Should they fubmit that neuer wrought of- fence % The law will alvvayes quit wrong'd innocence. — Gage, take my letter : to the lords commend My humble duty. Gage. Madam, I fly To giue this letter to her Maiefly. Hoping, when I return, To giue you comfort that now fadly mourn. Excujit onmcs, prceter Bening. Bomig. I, do, uTite and fend. lie croffe you flill. She fliall not fpeake to any man aliue. But He orehear her : no letter, nor no token Shall euer haue acceffe vnto her hands, But firft I fee it. So, like a fubie(!fl to my Soueraigns flate, I will purfue her with my deadly hate. E)iter C/own. Chnun. O, Sir Harry ! you looke well to your office : Yondcrs one in the garden with the Princeffe. Bening. How, knauc ! with the Princeffe ? fhe parted euen now. Clown. I fir, that's all one ; but fhee no fooner came into the Garden, but he leapt ore the wall ; and there they are together bufy in talke fir. ^30 If you know not me, Bening. Here's for thy paines : thou art an honeft fellow. Go, take a guard, and apprehend them flraight. Ex. Clown. Bring them before me. — O this was well found out. Now will the Queene commend my diligent care, And praife me for my feruice to her Grace. Ha ! traitors fvvarm fo neare about my houfe ? Tis time to look into't. — Oh, well faid, Barwicke. Where's the prifoner % Enter Clown, Barwick, and Soldiers, leading a goat : Ms f word drawne. Clown. Here he is, in a firing, my lord. Bening. Lord blefs vs ! Knaue, what hafl thou there ? Clown. This is he I told you was bufy in talk with the Princeffe. What a did there, you mud get out of him by examination. Bening. Why, knaue, this is a bead. Clown. So may your worfhip be, for any thing that I know. Benifig. What art thou, knaue ? Clown. If your worfhip does not remember me, I hope your worfhips crooper doth. But if you haue any thing to fay to this honefl fellow, who for his gray head and reuerent beard is fo like, he may be akinne to you. Bening. Akin to me ? Knaue, I'll haue thee whipt. Clown. Then, your worfhip will cry quittance with my pofleriors, for mifufmg of yours. Bening. Nay, but dofl thou flout me flill ? He beats him. Exeunt. Enter Winchefler, Grefliam with paper ; Conjlahle with a Piirfeuant. Grejh, I pray your honour to regard my hade. you know no body. 231 Winch. I know your bufineffe, and your hade (hall Ray. As you were fpeaking, my Lord Conjlable. Conjl. When as the King (hall come to feale thefe writs. GreJJi. My lord, you know his Highnes treafure flays, And cannot be tranfported thefe three moneths, VnlelTe that now your honour feal my warrant. Winch. Fellow, what then % — This warrant, that concernes The Princefs death, (huffle amongfl the refl : He'll ne'er perufe't. GrcJJi. How ! the Princefs death ? Thankes, Heauen, by whom I am made a willing inflrument her life to faue, That may Hue crownd when thou art in thy graue. Exit GreH-iam. Winch. Stand ready, Purfcvant, that when tis fignd, Thou maifl be gone, and gallop with the winde. Enter Philip J Suffex, and Gage. Phil. Our Chancellor, lords. This is our fealing day : This our States bufinefs. — Is our fignct there % Enter Howard and Grefliam, as he is fealing. Hena. Stay your imperial hand ! T^et not your feal Imprint deaths imprefs in your fifters heart. Phil. Our fillers heart ! Lord Howard, what meanes this ? How. The Chancelor, and that iuuirious lord Can well expound the meaning. Winch.. Oh, chance acouril ! how came he l)y lliis notice? Her lifi: is guarded by the hand of heauen, 232 If you know not me^ And we in vain purfue it. Phil. Lord Chancellor, your dealing is not faire. See, lords, what writs offer themfelues To the imprefle of our feale. Suff. See, my lord, a warrant For the Princeffe death, before fhe be convi6led. What jugUng call you this ? See, fee, for Gods fake. Gage. And a purfeuant, ready to poll, Away with it, to fee it done with fpeed. What flinty breft could brooke to fee her bleed ? Phil. Lord Chancellor, out of our prerogatiue We will make bold to enterline your warrant. Suff. Whofe plot was this ? How. The Chancellors, and my Lord Conflables. Suff. How was 't reuealed ? How. By this gentleman, Mafler GreJIiam, the Kings Agent, here. Suf. He hath fliew'd his loue to the King & Queens maiefly, His feruice to his Country, and care of the Princeffe. Gi'fJi. My duty to them all. Phil. Inflead of charging of the Sheriffes with her. We here difcharge her keeper, Pcni?ig field; And where we fhould haue brought her to the block, We now will haue her brought to Hampton Court, There to attend the pleafure of the Queene. The Purfeuant, that fhould haue polled downe With tidings of her death, beare her the meffage Of her repriued life. — You, Mafler Gagc^ AfTifl his fpeed. — A good days work we ha made, To refcue innocence fo neare betray'd. Enter Clown and Clarentia. Clown. Whither go you fo fafl, Miflrifs Clarentia 1 Clar. A milking. Clown. A milking ! that's a poore office for a niadame. you know no body, 233 Clar. Better be a milkmaide free, then a madam in bondage. Oh hadfl thou heard the Princeffe yellernight, Sitting within an arbor, all alone. To heare a milkemaid fmg, It would haue moou'd a flinty heart to melt. Weeping and wifhing, wifhing and weeping, A thoufand times fhe with herfelf debates With the poore milkmaid to exchange eftates. She was a Sempfler in the Tower, being a Princeffe, And fhall I, her poor Gentlewoman, difdaine To be a milkmaid in the country 1 Clown. Troth you fay true : euery one to his for- tune, as men go to hanging. The time hath been when I would a fcorn'd to carry coals, but now, the cafe is alter'd ; euery man as far as his talent will ftretch. Efiter a Gentlewoman. Ge?iile. Where's Miilrefs Clarentia 1 To horfe, to horfe ! The Princeffe is fent for to the Court. She's gone already. Come, let's after. Clar. The Princefs gone, and I left here be- hinde 1 Come, come : our horfes fhall outflrip the winde. Cloivn. And He not be long after you ; for I am fure my curtail will carry me as fafl as your double Gelding. Exeunt. Enter Elizabeth ajid Gage. Eliz. I wonder, Gage that we Haue flaid fo long fo near the Court, and yet Haue heard no newes from our difpleafed fifler. This more affrights me than my former troubles. I fear this Hampton-court will be my graue. 234 If you know 7tot me, Gage. Good madam, blot fuch thoughts out of your minde. The lords, I know, are flill about your fute. And make no doubt but they will fo preuaile. Both with the King and Queen, that you fhall fee Their heynous anger will be turn'd to loue. Efiter Howard. How. Where is the Princefle ? Eliz. Welcome, my good Lord Howard. What fayes the Queene ? Will fhe admit my fight 1 How. Madam, fhe will : this night fhe hath ap- pointed, That fhe herfelfe in perfon means to heare you. Protradl no time : then, come ; let's hafl away. Exeunt. Enter four torches. Philip, Winchefler, Howard, Shandoyfe, Beningfield, and attendants. Queen, Where is the Princeffe 1 How. She waits your pleafure at the common flaires. Queen. Ufher her in by torch-light. How. Gentlemen Vfhers and gentlemen Pen- tioners, Lights for the Princefs : i^ttendance, gentlemen. F/iil. For her fuppofed virtues, royall Queene, Looke on your fifler with a fmiling brow, And if her fault merit not too much hate. Let her be cenfur'd with all lenity. Let your deepe hatred end where it begunne : She hath been too long banifht from the fun. Queen, Our fauour fhall be farre boue her defert ._, And fhe that hath been banifh'd from the hght, Shall once againe behold our cheerfull fight. You my lord fliall flep behinde the arras, you know no body. 235 And heare our conference. Wele (how her grace, For there fliines too much mercy in your face. Phil. We bear this mind : we errors would not feed, Nor cheri(h wrongs, nor yet fee innocents bleed. Queen. Call the Princels ! Exeunt for the Pri7icefs. Philip behind the arras. Enter all with Elizabeth, All forbeare this place, except our filler, now. Exemit onines. Eliz. That God that raif'd you, flay you, and prote6l You from your foes, and cleare me from fufpeft. Queen. Wherefore doe you cry ? To fee yourfelf fo low, or vs fo hie ? Eliz. Neither, dread Queen : mine is a womanifli teare. In part compell'd by joy, and part by fear. Joy of your fight thefe brinifh tears haue bred. And feare of my Queens frowne to flrike me dead. Queen. Sifter, I rather think they're tears of fpleene. Eliz. You were my fifter, now you are my Queene. Queen. I, that's your grief. Eliz. Madam, he was my foe. And not your friend, that hath poffeft you fo. I am as true a fubiedl to your grace, As any liues this day. Did you but fee My heart, it bends farre lower then my knee. Queen. We know you can fpeake well. Will you fubm.it ? Eliz. My life, madam, I will ; but not as guilty : Should I confefs Fault done by her that neuer did tranfgreffe ? I ioy to haue a fifter Queene fo royall ; I would it as much pleafd your Maiefty, That you enioy a fifter thats fo true. 236 If you know not me. If I were guilty of the leafl offence, Madam, 'twould taint the blood euen in your face. The treafons of the father being noble, Vnnobles all his children : Let your grace Exaon which wall thefe verfes I haue read : 278 If you know not me^ Deuoutfoules^ that paffe this way, For M. Fojler late Mayor honejlly pray, And Agnes his wife to God confecrate, That ,of pity this houfe made for Londoners in Lud- gate\ So that for lodging and water here nothing they pay, As their keepers Jliall anfwer at dreadfull Doomefday. Lady. O, what a charitable deed was this ! D. Now. This Aue Gibfon, who in her husbands life, Being a grocer, and a Sheriffe of London, Founded a Free School at RatclifFe, There to inflru(ft threefcore poore children ; Built fourteene almes-houfes for fourteene poore, Leauing for Tutors 50. pound a yeare. And quarterly for euery one a noble. Lady. Why fhould not I hue fo, that being dead, My name might haue a regiller with theirs. Grejh. Why Ihould not all of vs being wealthy men, And by Gods bleffmg onely raifd, but Caft in our minds how we might them exceed In godly workes, helping of them that need. Hob. Bones a me, 'tis true : why fhould we liue To haue the poor to curfe vs, being dead % Heauen grant that I may liue, that^ when I die, Although my children laugh, the poor may cry. Now. If you will follow the religious path That thefe haue beat before you, you fhall win Heauen. Euen in the mid-day walkes you fhall not walk the flreet, But widows orifons, lazars prayers, orphans thankes, Will fly into your eares, and with a joyfull blufli Make you thanke God that you haue done for them ; When, otherwife, they'le fill your eares with curfes. Crying, we feed on woe, you are our nurfes. O is't not better that young couples fay, You rais'd vs vp, then, you were our decay % you know no body. 279 And mothers tongues teach their firfl, borne to fing Of your good deeds, then by your bad to wring ? Hob. No more, M. D. Notcell, no more. I thinke thefe words fhould make a man of flint To mend his life : how lay you, M. GreJJiam ? Grejli. Fore god, they haue flarted teares into my eies ; And, M. D. NoTacH, you fliall fee The words that you haue fpoke haue wrought effe6l in me. Lady. And from thefe women I will take a way To guide my life for a more bleffed flay. A^070. Begin then whilfl you Hue left being dead, The good you giue in charge be neuer done. Make your owne hands your executors, your eyes ouerfeers, And haue this faying cuer in your mind : — Woi/uvi be forgetful, children be vnkind, Executors be couetous, and take what they can finde. Hob. In my time I haue fecn many of them. Gre/Ji. He learn then to preuent them whilfl I liue. The good I mean to do, thefe hands fhall giue. Enter Quick. Quick. The matter you wot of fir is done. GrefJi. Done, knaue ! what's done ? Quick. He is in huckders handling, fir ; and here he commends him vnto you. GrefJi. Marry-god knaue, dofl tell me riddles ? what's all this % Quick. A thing will fpeak his owne mind to you, If you pleafe but to open the lip. Enter Clo-iim. Cloivn. By your Icaue, gentlemen, I am rome to 28o If you know not me, fmell out my mafler here. — Your kinfman J^ohn, fir, your kinfman yohn. Grejh. O he has brought the hundred pound. Where is he 1 Quick. It appears by this, the matter is of lefs waight. GreJJi. What, more papers ? Fellow, what haft thou brought me here ? a recanta- tion ? Clown. It may be fo, for he appeares in a white flieet. Quick. Indeed, he feems fory for his bad life. GreJJi. Bad life ! bad life, knaue ! what meanes all this? M. D. Nowell, pray reade it for me. And He reade that my kinfman yoJm hath fent. Where is he knaue % Clown. Your vvorfhip is no wifer then you fhould be^ to keepe any of that coat. GreJJi. Knaue thou meanell. Clow?i. Knaue I meane, fir, but your kinfman yo/m, That by this time's well forward on his way. GreJfJi. Heyday ! what haue we here % knauery as quicke as eels : We'le more of this. Cloivn. You were befl. let me helpe you hold it fir. GrcJJi. Why knaue, dofl thinke I cannot hold a paper % Clown. Plelpe will do no hurt ; for if the knauery be as quicke as an eele, it may chance to deceiue you. GrcJJi. {reads.) I am a mcrcha?it made by cha?ice, A?id lacking coi)ie to venture, Your hundred pound s gone toward France ; Your FaBors in the Compter. you know no body. 281 Quick. No, fir; he is yet but in the tauem at Compter-gate ; but he fhall foon be in, if you pleafe. Grejh. Away, knaue, let me read on : My father gaue me a portion^ You keepe away my due ; I haue paid myfelfe a part to f paid : Her^s a dif charge for you. Precious cole here's a knaue round with me. D. Now. Your fadlor Timothy Thi^ibeard, writes to you, Who, as it feems, is arrefled at your fute. GreJJi. How ! at my fute ? Z>. Now. And here confeffeth by ufmg bad com- pany He is run behind hand fiue hundred pound. And doth intreat you would be good to him. Grcfh. How ! run behind hand fiue hundred pound, And by bad company ! M. Dean of Fowles, He is a fellow feemes fo pure of life, I durfl haue trufled him with all I had. D. Now. Here is fo much vnder his owne hand. GreJIi. Ha, let me fee. — Who fet you to arrefl him ? Quick. Why, your kinfman J^ohn ; your kinfman y^ohn. Grtp/i. Ha, ha, ifaith, I fmell the knauery, then. This knaue belike miflrufling of my kinfman. Would come along to fee the money giuen me : Mad yack, hauing no tricke to put him off, Arrefls him with a lergeant, at my fute. There went my hundred pound away : this Thinbeard, then, Knowing himfelfe to haue play'd the knaue with me, And thinking I had arreRed him indeed, Confeffeth all his trickes with yea and nay. So, here's fiue hundred pound come, one run away. 282 If you know not me. Hob. Bones a me, M. Gre^iam, is my man 'jFohi gone away with your hundred pound ? Clown. Faith it appeares fo, by the acquittance that I brought. Grejh. No matter, M. Hob/on : the charge you truft him with He fee he fliall difcharge. I know he is mlde, Yet, I mufl tell you, He not fee him iunke ; And, afore-god, it hath done my heart more good, The knaue had wit to do fo mad a tricke, Then if he had profited me twice fo much. Ratfi. He euer had the name of mad J^ack GreJJiam. GrcfJi. He's the more like his vncle. Sir Thomas Jiainfcy, When I was young, I doe remember well, I was as very a knaue as he is now. Sirrah, bring Thin-beard hither to me ; and Sir Thomas Ramfey, Your hundred pound He fee you paid myfelfe. Ha, ha ! mady'^r^,^', gramercy for this flight : This hundred pounds makes me thy vncle right. Exeunt. Enter John Taiunie-coat. Taw. I, fure, 'tis in this lane : I turned on the right hand, coming from the Stockes. Nay, though there was mafler careleffe, man careleffe, and all care- leffe. He flill be honed John, and fcorne to take any mans ware but He pay them for it. I warrant they thinke me an arrant knaue, for going away and not paying ; and in my confcience the mafler cudgeld the men, and the men the mafler, and all about me ; when, as (I fweare) I did it innocently. But, fure, this is the lane : theres the Windmill ; tlieres the Dogs head in the pot ; and heres the Fryer whipping the Nunnes arfe. Tis hereabout fure. you know no body. 283 Etikr in thcJJiop two of Hobfons folkcs, and opening theJJwp. 1. Come fellow Crack, haue you forted vp thofc wares ? Markt them with 54 ? They mufl be packt up. 2. I haue done't an houre ago. Haue you fcald up My mailers letter to his fa6lor, John GreJJiafn ? It is at Deepe, in France, to fend him matches, For he mufl vfe them at Brijlow fair. 1. I, and the poll receiucd it two houres fmce. Taw. Sure, it is hereabout : the kennell was on my right hand ; and I thinke, in my confcience, I fliall neuer haue the grace of God and good lucke, if I do not pay it. S'foot, look here, look here, I know this is the fliop, by that fame flretch-halter. O my maflers, by your leaue, good fellows. I. You are welcome, fir ; you are welcome. Ta7u. Indeed thats the common faying about Lon- don, if men bring money with them. T. O, fir, money cufLomcrs to vs are befl wel- come. Taw. You fay well ; fo they fhould be. Come, turn o're your books : I am come to pay this fame ten pound. I. And we are ready to receiue money. What might we call your name % Taw. ^Vhy, my name is 'jfolui Goodfdlow. I hope I am not afliamed of my name. 1. Your kinne are the more beholding vnto you. Fellow Crack., turn o'er the kalender, and lookc for Jolin Goodfdlow. 2. What comes it to ? Ta7v. Ten pound. I. You will haue no more wares with you, will you fir? Taii'. Nay, prethee, not loo fall : let's pay lor Uic old, before we talkc of any new. 284 If you know not me, 2. yohn Goodfellow 1 — Fellow Nimblechaps, here's no fuch name in all our booke. I. 1 think thou art mop-eyed this morning : giue me the book. Letter I, letter I, letter I. — When had you your ware ? Taw. I had it fome ten dayes ago. I. Your name's y^o/m Goodfellow, you fay. — Letter I, letter I, letter I. — You do not come to mocke vs, do you 1 — Letter I, letter I, letter I. — By this hand, if I thought you did, I would knock you about the ears, afore we parted. — Fellow Crack, get me a cudgel ready. Letter I, letter I, letter I. — Sfoot ! here's no fuch name in all our booke. Do you heare, fellow % Are you drunke, this morning, to make vs looke for moonfhine in the water ? Taw. Fut ! art not thou drunk, this morning % Canfl not receiue the money that's due to thee ? I tell thee, I had ten pounds worth of ware here. 1. And I tell thee, yohn Goodfellow, here's no fuch name in our booke, nor no fuch ware deli- uered. Taw. Gods precious ! theres a jefl, indeed : fo a man may be fworne out of himfelf. Had I not ten pounds worth of ware here ? 2. No, goodman goofe that you had not. Ta7a. Heyda ! here's excellent fellows, are able to make their maflers haire grow through his hood in a moneth ! They can not only careleffly deliuer away his ware, but alfo they will not take money for it when it comes. I. Do you hear, hoyden 1 and my mafter were not in the next roome, Ide knocke you about th' eares for playing the knaue with vs, ere you parted. Taw. I thinke your mafler had jmore need (if he lookt well about him) to knock you for playing the Jackes with him. Theres your ten pounds ; tell it out with a wanion, and take it for your pains. I. Fut! heres a mad flaue, indeed, will giue vs ten i)0und, in fpite of our teeths. you know no body. 285 2. Fellow Nimblechaps, alas ! let the poore fellow alone : it appears he is befides him. Taw. Mafle, I thinke you will fooner make your mailer flarke mad, if you play thus with euerybody. Enter old Hobfon. Hoi. Heyda, bones-a-me, here's lazy knaues ! Pafl eight a clock, and neither ware forted. Nor fhop fwept. Taw. Good morrow to you, fir : haue you any more flomacke to receiue money then your men haue this morning % Hob. Money is welcome chaffer : welcome, good friend, welcome, good friend. Tatu. Here's Monfieur J/«/(7/^r/ your man fcornes to receiue it. Hob. How, knaues ! thinke fcorne to receiue my money % Bones-a-me, growne proud, proud knaues, proud ? I. I hope we know, fir, you do not vfe to bring vp your feruants to receiue money vnleffe it be due vnto you. Hob. No, bones-a-me, knaues, not for a million. Friend, come to pay me money ? for what, for what ? For what come you to pay me money ? Taw. Why, fir, for ware I had fome moneth ago. Being pins, points, and laces, Poting-flicks for young wiues, for young wenches glaffes, Ware of all forts, which I bore at my back, To fell where I come, with what do you lacke ? What do you lacke % what do you lacke ? Hob. Bones-a-me, a merry knaue. What's thy name ? Taw. My name, fir, is John Good/clloza, 286 If you know not me^ An honefl poore pedler of Kent. Hob. And had ten pound in ware of me a moneth ago? Bones giue me the booke. 'yoJm Goodfellow, of Kent. Taw. Oh, fir, tiomine cv naitira, by name and nature, I am as well known for a good fellow in Kent, As your city Stunner'' s known for a knaue. Come, fir, will you be telling ? Hob. Tell me no telHngs : bones-a-me here's no fuch matter. Away, knaue, away, thou owefl me none. Out of my doors. Taw. How owe you none, fay you ! This is but a trick to try my honefly now. Hob. There's a groat ; goe drink a pint of fack ; Comfort thyfelf ; thou art not well in thy wits. God forbid, pay me ten pound not due to me. Taia. Gods dickens, heres a jefl, indeed ! mafler mad, men mad. and all mad : here's a mad houfhold. Do you hear, M. Hobfon, I do not greatly care to take your groat, and I care as little to fpend it ; yet you fliall know I am John, honeft y^ohn, and will not be outfac't of my honefly. Here I had ten pounds worth of ware, and I will pay for it. Hob. Nimblcchaps ! call for help I^wiblechaps. Bones of me, the man begins to raue. 2. Mafler I have found out one J^ohn Tawny- coat, Had ten pounds' worth of ware a moneth ago. Taw. Why, that's I, that's I ! I was John Tawny- coat then, Though I am Johi Gray-coat now. Hob. John Tawny-coat ! Welcome, John Tawny- coat, Taw. 'Foot ! do you think Tie be outfac'd of my honefty ? you know no body. 287 Hob. A flool for J^ohji Taiuny-coat, welcome 'yohn Ta7uvy-coat ; Honefl yoJm Tawny-coat, welcome JoJm Tawny- coat. Taw. Nay, lie affure you, we were honefl, all the generation of us. There tis, to a doit, I warrant you : you need not tell ^ it after me. Foot ! do you think He be outfac't of mine honefly ? Hob. Thou art honefl John, honefl yohn Tawny- coat. Having fo honeRly paid for this, Sort up his pack llraight worth twentie pound. He trufl thee, honefl John ; Hobfon will trufl thee ; And any time the ware that thou dofl lack, Money, or money not, He ftuffe thy packe. Taw. I thanke you^ Mafler Hobfon ; and this is the fruit of honeflie. Enter a Purfeuant. Purf. By your leaue M. Hobfo?i, I bring this fauour to you. My royal miflreffe, Queene Elizabeth, Hath fent to borrow a hundred pound of you. Hob. How 1 bones a me. Queen know Hobfon, Queene know HobfoJi 1 And fend but for one hundred pound ? Friend come in ; Come in, friend ; fliall haue two ; Queen fhall haue two. If Queene know Hobfon once, her Hobfons purfe IVIufL be free for her ; fhee is Englands nurfe. Come in, good friend. Ha ! Queene know Hobfon 1 Nay, come in, John ; we'le dine together too. Taw Make vp my packe, and He along from you, Singing merrily on the way, Points, pins, gloues, and purfes, 288 If you know not me^ Poting-fticks, and black jeat-rings, Cambricks, lawns, and pretty things. Come, maids, and buy, my backe doth cracke, I haue all that you want ; what do you lack ? What do you lacke % Enter Grefham a7id Sword-bearer. Grejh. Our cities fword-bearer, and my very good friend, What, haue our honorable Court of Aldermen Determin'd yet ? fhall GreJJiam haue a place To ere6l this worthy building to his name, May make the city fpeake of him for euer ] Sword. They are in earnefl counfell fir about it. GreJJi. Be you my agent to and fro to them : I know your place, and will be thankfull to you. Tell them, I wait here in the Mayors Court ; Beneath in the Sheriffs Court my workmen waite, In number full an hundred : my frame is ready ; All onely flay their pleafure ; then out of hand Vp goes my work, a credit to the land. Sword. I fhall be dutiful in your requefl. Exit. Gre/It. Do, good M. Sword-bearer. — Now when this worke is rais'd It fhall be in the pleafure of my life To come and meet our merchants at their houre, And fee them, in the greatefl ftorme that is, Walke dry, and in a worke I rais'd for them ; Or fetch a turne within my vpper walke. Within which fquare I have orderd fhops fhall be Of neat, but neceflariefl trades in London : And in the richefl fort being garnifht out. Twill do me good to fee fhops, with faire wiues Sit to attend the profit of their husbands ; Young maids brought vp, young men as prentifes. Some fhall proue maflers, and fpeake in Grcjhams praife, In GreJJiams worke we did our fortunes raife. you know 7io body. 289 For I dare fay, both country and the Court For wares fliall be beholdina; to this worke. Enter Sword-bearer^ Lord Maior, and Sheriff's. Sword. Mafler GreJJiam, Thus fends the Lord Maior and the Court of Alder- men. Ram. Or rather come to bring the newes our- felfe. We haue determin'd of a place for you In Cornhill, the delightful of this city, Where you fhall raife your frame. The city at their charge Hath bought the houfes and the ground. And paid for both three thoufand hue hundred three and twenty pound. Order is giuen the houfes fliall be fold To any man will buy them and remoue them. Sher. W^hich is already done, being fourfcore houf- holds, Were fold at four hundred threefcore and eighteene pounds. The plot is alfo plained at the cities charges, And we, in name of the whole citizens, Do come to giue you full poffeffion Of this our purchafe whereon to build a Burfe, A place for merchants to affemble in, At your owne charges. Gn^/Ii. Mafler Sheriff, He do't ; and what I fpend therein, I fcorne to lofe day ; negledl is a fm. — Where be my workmen ? Enter Workmen. Work. Here, here, with trowel and tools ready at hand. 290 If you know 7iot me. Enter D. Nowell aiid Hobfon. GreJJi. Come, fellows, come : We haue a frame made, and we haue roome To raife it. But M. D. Nowell and Mafler Bob/on, We haue your prefence in a happy time ; This feuenth of June, we the firll flone will lay Of our new Burfe. Giue vs fome brickes. Here's a brick, here's a fair foueraign. Thus I begin ; be it hereafter told, I laid the firfl flone witii a piece of gold. He that loues Grejliam follow him in this : The gold we lay due to the workmen is. Work. Oh, God blefs M. GreJJiam ! God blefs M. GreJJiam ! Jiajfi. The Maior of Lo?idoji, M. Gre/Iiam, follows you. Vnto your firfl this fecond I doe fit. And lay this piece of gold a-top of it. Sker. So do the Sheriffs of London after you. Mob. And, bones-a-me, old Hobfon will be one. Here, fellows, there's my gold ; giue me a Rone. Work. God forbid, a man of your credit fliould want flones. D. Now. Is this the plot, fir, of your work in hand? GreJIi. The whole plot, both of form and fafliion. D. Now. In footh, it will be a goodly edifice ; Much art appears in it : in all my time, I haue not feen a work of this neat form. What is this vaultage for, is fafliion'd here % Grefli. Stowage for merchants ware, and flrangers goods. As either by exchange or other ways are vendible. D. N'ow. Here is a middle round, and a faire fpace. The round is grated, and the fpace Seems open : your conceit for that % GreJJi. The grates giue light vnto the ccUerage. you know no body. 291 Vpon the which He haue my friends to walk, When Heauen giues comfortable rain vnto the earth, For that I will haue couered. D. Nmu. So it appears. GrcJJt. This fpace, that hides not heauen from vs, Shall be fo flill ; my reafon is, There's fummers heat as well as winters cold ; And i allow, and here's my reafon for't, Tis better to be bleakt by winters breath. Then to be flifled vp with fummers heat. In cold weather, walk dry, and thick together, And euery honed man warm one another : In fummer, then, when too much heat offends, Take air, a Gods name, merchants or my friends. D. Now. And what of this part that is ouer head ? GreJJi. M. Deane, in this There is more ware there then in all the reft. Here, like a parifh for good citizens And their faire wiues to dwell in. He haue fliops, Where euery day they fliall become themfelues In neat attire ; that when our courtiers Shall come in trains to trace old Grcjliavis Burfe, They fhall haue fuch a girdle of chafle eyes, And fuch a globe of beauty round about. Ladies fliall blufh to turn their vizards off, And courtiers fweare they ly'd when they did fcoffe. D. Noju. Kind M. Grejliani., this fame worke of yours Will be a tombe for you, after your death ; A benefit to tradefmen, and a place Where merchants meet, their traffique to maintain, Where neither cold fliall hurt them, heat, nor rain. GrcJJi. O, Mafter Nowell, I did not forget The troublefome florme we had in Lumber-Street, That time Sir Thomas and I were aduerfaries, And you and Mafter Ifobfon made vs friends. L' 2 292 If you know not me, I then did fay, and now He keep my word. I faw a want, and I would help afford : Nor is my promife giuen you when you fhew'd That ranke of charitable men to vs, That I would follow their good aclions. Forgot with me ; but that before I die The world Ihall fee He leaue like memory. A blafingjlar. Hob. Fore-god, my lord, haue you beheld the like ? Look how it flreaks ! what do you think of it % Sher. Tis a flrange comet. M. Hobfon, My time, to my remembrance, hath not feene A fight fo wonderful. — Mafler Do6lor Nowell, To iudge of thefe things your experience Exceedeth ours ; what do you hold of it ? For I haue heard that meteors in the air, Of leffer form, lefle wonderfull than thefe. Rather foretell of dangers imminent, Then flatter vs with future happinefs. D. Now. Art may difcourfe of thefe things ; none can iudge Diredlly of the will of Heauen in this : And by difcourfe thus far I hold of it. That this flrange flar appearing in the North, And in the conflellation of Cafflopey, Which, with three iixed flars commixt to it, Doth make a figure geometricall. Lozenge-wife, called of tlie learned Rombus, Conducted with the hourely moon of Heauen, And neuer altered from the fixed fphere, Foretels fuch alteration, that, my friends, Heauen grant with this firfl fight our forrow ends. Hob. Gods will be done. Mafter Dean^ hap what hap will. Death doth not fear the good man but the ill. GreJJi. Well faid, M. Hobfon : Let's Hue to-day, that if death come to-morrow. He's rather meffenger of joy then forrow. you know no body. 29; Enter a FaBor. Now, fir, what news from Barbary ? FaR. Vn welcome news, fir. The King of Barbary is flain. Gre^i. Ha ! flain by treafon, or by war % Fad. By war, in that renowned battell Swift fame defires to carry through the world, The battle of Alcafar^ wherein two kings, Befides the King of Barbary, were flain, Kings of Morocco and of Portugal, With Stetvkelcy, that renowned Englifhman, That had a fpirit equal with a king. Made fellow with thefe kings in warlike fl.rife, Honord his country, and concluded life. GreJJi. Cold news, birlady. — The venture, Gende- men, Of threefcore thoufand pound with that dead king, Lies in a hazard to be wonne or lofl. In what eflate confifls the kingdom now % Fad. In peace ; and the fucceeding happy heire Was crown'd then king, when I took fliip from thence. Grefli. To that king, then, be meffenger from vs, And by the found of trumpet fummon him. Say that thy mafter, and a London merchant, Craues due performance of fuch couenants. Confirmed by the late King vnto ourfelf, That for the fum of threefcore thoufand pound, The trafhcke of his fugars fliould be mine. If he refufe the former bargain made. Then, freely claim the money that we lent : Say that our coin did (lead the former kmg ; If he be kinde, we haue as much for him. Hob. By the marry-god, it was a dangerous day : Three kings, befide young StciK'kcley, flame : 294 U you know uot me, lie tell you, my Lord Maior, what I haue feen. When fword and bucklers were in queflion, I haue feen that Stewkeley beat a flreet before him. He was fo familiar growne in euery mouth, That if it hapned any fighting were, The queflion flraight was, was not Stemkeley there ? Bones-a-me, he would hew it ! — Now, what news with youl E7iter a Boy. Boy. Heres a letter fent you from y^ohn Grej- ham. Hob. O, an anfwer of a letter that I fent, To fend me matches againft Brijloiv fair, If then any were come. Boy. I cannot tell fir well what to call it ; but inftead of matches of ware, when you read your letter, I belieue you will find your faftor hath matcht you. Hob. What's here % what's here % Reade the letter. As neare as I could gheffe at your meaning, I haue laboured to furniJJi you, and haue fent you two thoufand pounds 7Vorth of match. How % bones, knaue, two thoufand pounds worth ot match ! Boy. Faith, mafler, neuer chafe at it ; for if you cannot put it away for match, it may be the hangman will buy fome of it for halters. Hob. Bones a me, I fent for matches of ware, fel- lows of ware. Boy. And match being a kind of ware, I thinke your facT-or hath matcht you. Hob. The blafing ftar did not appeare for no- thing. I fent to be forted with matches of ware. And he hath fent me nought but a commodity of Match, you know no body. 295 And in a time when there's no vent for it. What do you think on't, gentlemen ? I Uttle thought yack would haue ferued me fo. Grejli. Nay, Mader Hobfon, grieue not at yacks erode ; My doubt is more, and yet I laugh at loffe. Exeunt. Enter 2. Lords, 1. Lord. You haue trauel'd, fir: how do you like this building % Trufl me, it is the goodUefl thing that I haue feen ; England affords none fuch. 2. Lord. Nor Chriflendom ; I might fay, all the world has not his fellow. I haue been in Turkies great Conflantinople ; The merchants there meet in a goodly temple, But haue no common Eurfe : in Rome, but Rome's Built after the manner of Frankford and Embden : There, where the greatefl marts and meeting places Of merchants are, haue flreets and pent-houfes, And, as I might compare them to themfelues. Like Lumber Street before this Burfe was built. Enter Sir Thomas Ramfey. 1. Lord. I haue feen the like in Brijloti'. Ram. Good morrow to your honors. 2. Lord. Thanks to my good Lord Maior. We are gazing here on ]\L Grc/Iiams work. Ram. I think you haue not feene a goodlier frame. 2. Lord. Not in my life : yet I haue beene in Venice, In the Realto there, called S. Marks ; Tis but a bable, if compard to this, 'i'hc nearefl that which mofl rcfembles this, 296 If you know not me, Is the great Burfe in Antwerp, yet not comparable Either in height or widenefs, the fair cellerage, Or goodly fhops aboue. Oh, my Lord Maior, This GreJJiam hath much graced your city, London : His fame will long outliue him. I. Lord. It is reported You, Sir Thomas Ramfey, are as rich as he : This fhould incite you to fuch noble works, To eternize you. Ram. Your lordfhip pleafes to be pleafant with me : I am the meanefl of a many men In this faire city. Mafler GreJJiams fame Drawes me as a fpedlator amongfl. others, To fee his cofl, but not compare with it. 1. L.ord. And it is cofl indeed. 2. Lord. But when, to fit thefe empty roomes about here, The pidlures grauen of all the EnglifJi kings Shall be fet ouer, and in order placd, How glorious will it then be ? I. Lord. Admirable. Ram. Thefe very pidtures will furmount my wealth. 1. Lord. But how will Mafter GreJIiam name this place ? 2. Lord. I heard my Lord of Lecejler to the Queene Highly commend this worke, and fhe then promifl To come in perfon, and here chriften it : It cannot haue a better godmother. This GrcJJiam is a royall citizen. Ram. He feafls this day the Ruffian Ambaffa- dor : I am a bidden guefl ; where, if it pleafe you I. Lord. Good Sir 77iomas, We know what you would fay. We are his guefts, Inuited to ; yet in our way we tooke you know no body. 297 This wonder, worth our paines : it is our way To BiJJwpfgate^ to Mafler GreJJia77is houfe ; Thither fo pleafe you, wele alTociate you. Exeunt. Enter M. Grefham, leading in the Ambaffador. Afuficke, and a banquet ferued in : the Ambaffador s fet. Enter Sir Thomas Ramfie, the 2. Lords, my Lady Ramfie, the Waits in Sergeants gowns, with one Ln- terpreter. GreJJi. Lords all at once, welcome ; welcome at once. You come to my new buildings vp-fitting : It hath been long in labour, now deliuerd, And vp ; anon, wele haue a health to it. This Ruffian Prince, the Emperours Ambaffador, Doth not our language vnderfland. Inteq^reter, Say that we bid him welcome. Lntcr. The Prince fpeaks Latin, And in that language wele interpret for him. Salutcm tibi optat, et aduentiim tuum grauiffime LJle Londincufis. Amb. IJluni libens audio, ages ilU meo noitiine Ex ani?fio gratias : funde quod bibamus. Lnter. He gladly thanks you for his royall wel- come. And drinkes to you. GreJJi. We vnderfland that figne. Come, let our full-crown'd cups oreflow with wine, Welcome againe, fair lords. 2. Lord. Thanks, M. GreJJiam : We haue been viewing of your works. Grcdi. My Burfe : how do you like it, lords ] It is a pretty bable. 2. I^ord. Tis a faire worke : Her Maiefly intends to name tlie place. Gnjh. She doth her fcrvant Grcfliavi too much eracc. 298 If )mi know not me J It will be pretty when my pictures come To fill thofe empty rooms ; if that hold, That fliips rich fraught is worth her waight in gold. 1. Lord. It \\\\\ be rare and famous. Grejh. What was it that the Ruffian whifpered ? Inter. He askt me what interpreter the Queene Would in his embaffy employ. GreJJi. None : tell him none : For, though a woman, Hie is a rare linguifl. Where other princes vfe interpreters, ^h.e, propria 7'oce, I haue fome Latin too ] She of herfelfe anfwers them without interpreter, Both SpaniJJi, Latme, French, and Greek, Dutch, and Italian : fo let him know. My Lord of Lecejler fent me word, lafl night, (And I am prouder on't then on my building) The Queene to grace me and my workes the more, The feueral Ambaffadors there will heare, And them in perfon anfwer. 2. Lord. Tis mofl true. E?iter a gentleman, zchifpcring to Sir Thomas Ramfie. GreJJi. The Rjiffian with the French. What would that gentleman, Sir T/iofnas 1 Ram. He is a merchant, and a jeweller : Mongfl, other flones, he faith he hath a pearle. Orient and round, weighing fo many carets, That it can fcarce be valued : the French King And many other Dukes haue for the riches And price refufed to buy it ; now he comes To offer it to this Ambaffador. GrcJJt. Show him the pearle, interpreter. The Lord Ambaffador. Inter. Mercator quidain et aurifex fpe^andum tibi profcrt Genwiam doniinefereniffime. Amb. Et pulchra, ct principe digna : inter roga t/uanti iudicat ? you know no body. 299 Inter. He commends it to be both rich and faire, And defires to know how you value it. Mer. My price, fir, is fifteene hundred pound. Amb. Qjia?tti valet 1 Inter. Mille quingentis minis. Amb. Noji, non \ fiimis peccara ejl ijla Gemma. Inter. He faith it is too dear ; he will not buy it. GreJJi. I will perufe your pearle. Is that the price ? Mer. I cannot bate one crowne, and gaine by it. Enter a Mariner. GreJJi. We'le not be acceffary to your lofs ; And yet confidering all things fome may thinke vs To be but bare of treafure at this time. Having disburfl fO much about our workes ; Yet, if our fliips and trade in Barbary Hold currant, we are well. — What newes from feal How flands my fliips ? Mar. Your fhips, in which all the kings picflures were, From Brute vnto our Queene Elizabeth, Drawne in white marble, by a florme at fea Is wrack't and lofl. Grejli. The loffe, I weigh not this ; Onely it grieues me that my famous building Shall want fo rich and faire an ornament. Lady R. It touches all the city; for thofe pictures Had doubly grac'd this royall edifice. Ra7n. ]\Iethinkes the fliips loffe mofl fhould trouble you. GreJJi. My fliip's but wealth : why, we haue wealth. The pictures were the grace of my new Burfe : So I might them in their true forme behold, I car'd not to haue loll their waights in gold. 300 If you know not me, Enter a FaRor. I. Lord. A noble citizen ! GreOi. Our fadlor ! What good news from Bar- bary? What fayes the king ? Speak : didfl thou fummon himi Or haft thou brought mythreefcore thoufand pound? Or fhall I haue the fugars at that rate % If fo, new marble pid^ures we'le haue wrought, And in a new fhip from beyond fea brought. Fail. The king, that in the regall chaire fuc- ceeds The king late dead, I fummon'd, and demanded Either your money tender'd, or the fugars After the rate propos'd. He denied both ; Alleaging, though he was fucceffive heir, He was not, therefore, either tide to pay The late kings debts, nor yet to ftand vnto Vnneceffary bargaines : notwithftanding. To gratiiie your love, the king hath fent you As prefents, not as fatisfadlion, A coftly dagger and a paire of flippers ; And there's all for your threefcore thoufand pound. Grefli. Birlady, a dear bargain. 1. Lord. I feare me this will plague him. A ftrange croffe : How will he take this newes % loffe vpon loffe. 2. Lord. Nay, will it not vndoe him % doth he not wiHi His buildings in his purfe % GrcJIi. A dagger, that's well : A paire of flippers — Come, vndoe my Hioes. What, 60. thoufand pound in fterling money, And paid me all in flippers ? Then hoboyes, play ! On flippers He dance all my care away. Fit, fit, he had the juft length of my foot.— You may report, lords, when you come to Court, You Grcjliam faw a paire of flippers weave, you know 7io body. 301 Coft thirty thoufand pound. 1. Lord. Somewhat too deare. GreJJi. Nor yet, for all this treafure we haue lofl, Repents it vs one penny of our cofl. 2. Lord. As royall in his vertues as his build- ings. J^am. Thefe loffes would haue killd me. Gre/Ji. Jeweller, Lets fee thy pearl. — Go pound it in a morter ; Beat it to powder, then return it me : What Dukes and Lords, and thefe Ambaffadors Haue, euen before our face, refufd to purchafe. As of too high a price to venture on, Gre/Iiam, a L.o?idon merchant, here will buy. — What, is it broken fmall ? Fill us fome wine : Fuller, yet fuller, till the brim oreflows. Here fifteene hundred pound at one clap goes. Inflead of fugar GrcJJiam drinks this pearle Vnto his Queene and miflreffe : pledge it, lords. Who euer faw a merchant brauelier fraught, In dearer flippers, or a richer draught ? Ram. You are an honour to all Engli/Jt mer- chants ; As bountiful as rich, as charitable As rich, as renowned as any of all. GrcJJi. I doe not this as prodigall of my wealth ; Rather to fliow how I efleem that loffe Which cannot be regain'd. A London merchant Thus treads on a kings prefent. Jeweller, My factor fhall deliuer you the money. And, lords, fo pleafe you but to fee my fchoole Of the feuen learned liberal fciences. Which I haue founded here neare BiJJwpfgak, I will conducSl you. I will make it. Lords, An Vniverhty within itfelfe, And giue't from my reuenues maintenance. W' are not like thofe that are not liberal Till tliey be dying ; what we mcane to giue, We will be flow and fee done whilfl we Hue. 302 If you kncToJ not me, Attendance ! come, th' Ambaffador, gueRs, all, Your welcome's great, albeit your cheere's but fmall. Exeunt. Enter Tawny -co at with afpade. Ta7v. Hard world, when men dig lining out of flones. As wretched miferable I am enforR. And yet there Hues more pity in the earth. Then in the flinty bofomes of her children ; For fhee's content to haue her aged breft Mangled with mattockes, rent and torne with fpades. To giue her children and their children bread ; When man more flinty then her ftony ribs That was their mother, neither by intreats, Tears, nor complaints, will yeeld them fuftenance. But tis our ages fault ; the mightier Tear liuing out of vs, we out of her. Enter Hobfon, in his gowne and flippers. Hob. Mother a me, what a thick mifl is here ? I walked abroad to take the mornings aire. And I am out of knowledge. Bones a me, What meads, and what inclofures haue we here % How now, old Hobfon ! doat in thine old age ? A foole at three fcore 1 Whither wilt thou, wit ? I crofl the water in my gown and flippers, To fee my rents and buildings of the Bafikfide, And I am flipt clean out of ken, fore-god, A wool-gathering. Taw. Either mine eare's deceiued, Or I fhould know that tongue. Tis fo, indeed, Each word he fpeakes makes my torn heart to bleed. Hob. Ha, ha ! I fmile at my owne foolery. Now I remember mine old grandmother Would talk of fairies and hobgoblins. you know no body. 303 That would lead milkmaids ouer hedge and ditch, Make them milk their neighbours kine ; And ten to one this Robin Goodfellow Tawny-coat dii;s. Hath led me vp and down the madmans maze. I heare fome company ; for fhame all whifl, Sit thee downe, Hobfon, a right man in the mifl. Taw. Tis he. Alas ! when the rough hand of want Hath call vs downe, it loads vs with mifliaps. I broke my day with him. O had that fatal houre Broken my heart : and, villain that I was, Neuer fo much as write in my excufe : And he for that default hath fued my bill, And with an execution is come downe, To feaze my houfehold fluff, imprifon me. And turne my wife and children out of doorcs. What, fhall I fly him ? No ; he 's pitiful : Then, with my teares I will importune him. God faue you M. Hobfon. Hob. Hobfon., bones a me, What voice is that 1 — Art thou a man, or friend ? Tell me if thou beefl that Will of the Wifp, That leadfl. me this wild morice ? I coniure tliee To leaue me to myfelfe. Taiu. O Mafter Hobfon ! As euer you haue beene a poore mans friend, Continue flill fo : infult not o'er my fortunes. Hob. I am in the mifl. What art thou % fjieake. Taw. A debter of your worfhips. Jlob. A debter of mine ! mother of me, thou Heft. I know thee not, nor doe I know this place. If thou oweft me any thing, pay me will: thy loue : And if thou beeft acquainted in thefe woods, Conduct me to fome towne, or direct road That leads to London, and He liere difcharge ihee 304 If you know not me, Of debts and duties, and befide impart Somewhat to cherifli thee. Taw, What fliould I thinke 1 He knowes me; and, for feare I fhould fcape him, He would intice me to the officers. Mafler Hobfo7i ! though not for mine owne, Yet for my wife and my poore childrens fakes, If your intent be to imprifon me, Vpon my knees I do intreat you fpare me. The goods you trufled me withal, I haue not wafled In riot and excefs, but my kinde heart, Seeing my helpleffe neighbours in diflreffe, By reafon of the long and extreame dearth. Some I relieued, fome trufled with my goods, Whofe pouertie's not able to repay. Then beare with me a little ; your rich flore Hath fau'd my life, and fed an hundred more. Hob. Now, bones-a-me, another Taumy-coat. What's thy name, knaue ? Taw. John Roivland, fir. Hob. Bones-a-me, 1 thought as much. Art not thou Tawney-coat 7 Taw. I am the man whom you call'd Taiuny-coat. Hob. And I the Hob/on that will pitty thee. Now bones-a-me, what mak'fl thou with a Ipade ? Tazu. This fpade alas, tis all the wealth I haue. When my poor wife and children cry for bread. They flill mufl cry till thefe haue purchafl it ; They mufl go naked till thefe harden'd hands, When the cold breath of winter flrikes on them, Till thefe haue earned it. Hob. Now, alas, good foul ! It melts my heart to heare him, and mine eyes Could weepe for company. — What earn'fl a day ? Tno. Little God knows. Though I be flirring earlier then the larke. And at my labour later then the lambe, Towards my wife and childrens maintenance yoit knoiu no body. 305 1 fcarccly earne me threepence by the day. Hob. Alas, the while, i)00r foules I pitty thcin ; And in thy words, as in a looking-glafs, I fee the toil and travell of the country, And quiet gaine of cities bleffedneffe. Heauens will for all, and lliould not we refpecft it, We are vnworthy life. But, bones-a-ine, DofL think to pay me twenty pound And keep thy charge earning a groat a day? 7'aw. And God blefs my labours, I hope I fliall. I haue this quarter by exceeding thrift. Bare clothing, and fpare dyet, fcrap'd together Fine fliillings in a purfe, which I lay vp Towards your worn-ii})s debt. Hob. Giue it nie ; fomewhat hath fome fauour. And yet fliall I fpend that which the poor labourer got ? No, God forbid : old Hobfon ne'er will eat^ Rather then furfet vpon poore mens fweat. Take it againe, and buy thy children bread. But foft, the mifl doth break : what town is this ? Taji.K Ddjord, an't like your vvorfliip. Enter Timothy. Hob. Bones-a-me, to Dct/ord cwmQ I to do charity. I fee 'twas Gods appoiniment. — But who comes here? Bones a me, honefl Tim ! — ' Twas faid in London you were bound for France, And I determin'd to haue writ by you. Tim. By yea and nay, I\I. Hobfon, 'tis no vntruth. I was bound for France, landed in France, diipatcht fome fecret bufineffe for a filler in France, and from her haue French tokens to deliuer to the fillerhood whom I fliall tirll encounter in Eni^land. Hob. Bones-a-me, liin, fo fpeedy in your iour- ney ! It fecmes your bufinefs was of much import. ' X 3o6 If you know not me, Tim. Verely it was, and it flood chiefly between two women ; and, as you know, women loue to haue their bufmeffe difpatcht. Hob, Mother-a-me, Tim, I am glad of it. But how does my factor, yohn G^-eJliam, in France 1 Tim. Your grauitie may better confider of that then I can difcourfe ; but withal I pray you think he is a wilde youth. There are tauerns in France, yet I do not think yohn Grc/Iiant is giuen to frequent them ; and yet I mufL remember you he is a youth, and youth may be drawne to expences. England's on this fide, France on that \ the fea's betwixt him and his mafler ; but I doe not think him guilty, yet I could fay. Hob. Mother a me, leaue off thefe parables, And tell me plainly, is he not a wencher % Tim. By yea and by nay, fir, without parable, I am no tell-tale. I haue feen him in company with Madona fuch a one, or fuch a one : it becomes not flelh and blood to reueale. Your worfhip knowes he is in France, the fea betwixt him and you, and what a young youth in that cafe is prone vnto : your grauity is wife. He not fay fo much as I faw him drinking with a French lady or laffe in a tauerne, becaufe your grauity is wife ; but if I had, it had beene leffe then perhaps you imagine on fuch a wild youth as he no queflion does deferue. Hob. Mother-a-me, 'tis fo. In a French tauerne, Kiffmg the lady, and the fea betwixt vs. I am lor you, M. John ; thus in my gowne and flip- pers, And nightcap and gowne, He flep ouer to France. Here, Ta^any-coaf, receiue thou my feal'd ring : Beare it to my factor ; bid him by that token Sort thee out forty pounds worth of fuch wares As thou fhalt thinke mofl beneficial. Thou art a free man ; vp with thy trade agen : He raife thee, Rowland, if God fay, Amen. Taw. T know not how. yo7i know no body. 307 Hob. Tut, bones-a-me, man, peace ! Jfobfon will do't : thou owed me but twenty pound, He venture forty more. Timothy here fliall be thy witnefs to my fadlor in this bufuaefs. To all our friends in London fay T am gone Ouer to France. — I am for you, M. John. Exeunt. Enter John and Curtezan. Cur. Sweet youth, thou art too young, and yet fcarce ripe To tall the fweetnefs of my mellowed loue. yohn. That's the reafon I fet thy teedi on edge thus ; but thou knowjfl I promift to haue a bout with thee at our lafl. parley, and I am come to performe my word : name the weapon. Cur. Notliing but kiffes and enticing lookes. John. Then ward your lips well, or you'le ha' the firfl venney. Cur. I haue no ward but this : my tender fex Haue not the manly skill to breake a thrufL. O how I dote on thee ! I haue tride ere now 'Jlie fweaty Spaniard and the carowfmg Dane, The foggy Dutchman, and the fiery French, The briske Italian, and indeed what not ; And yet of all and all, the Englifhman Shall goe for me : I, y'are the truefl loners, The ablefl, lafl, night, and the tmefl men That breathe beneath the fun. John. Why then the P^ngliQiman for thy money : God-a-mercy little rogue, there's no loue loll, Jle affure thee. I am my maflers factor, and thou hail a commodity that I mufl needs take vp, and not enter't into his cafli-book neither. Little thinks my mailer in England what ware I deale withal here in France ; but fmce 'tis ofier'd me at the befl hand, He venture on't, though I be a lofer by the bargain. Cur. I would be priuate, lell the tell tale aire Whifper our loue. I prethee, let vs in X 2 3o8 If you knozu not me, To the inner chamber ; I am jealous Of all eyes but mine owne to looke vpon thee : I would haue none to fee thee but myfelf, In amorous arms to fold thee but myfelf, To affociate, talke, difcourfe, or dally with thee, Clip, grafpe hands, or kiffe thee, but myfelf. fohn. Who would not be a merchant venturer, and lay out for fuch a faire returne % I fliall ven- ture the doubling of my yeares prefently. I thinke I haue met with a better connnodity then matches, and my mafler cannot fay but he hath met with his match. This 'tis to haue the land and the fea be- twixt me and my mafter : here can I keep my French reuels, and none fay fo much as black is mine eye. — Prithee, litde pinckany, beflow this iewell a me. Cur, This iewel's a loue : aske my life, 'tis thine ; But this an Englifli factor whom you know, Gaue me at his departure out of Rhoanc, And I haue vow'd to keepe it for his fake. Any thing but this iewel. yoliii. But if I could get his iewel cleanly, and carry it him ouer at my return for a token, 'twere a iefl worth laughing at. — But and thou wilt not giue me this iewel, prethee giue me this fame chaine to weare for thy fake. Cur. This was another countrymans of yours : He made me fwear to keep't till his returne. Ask me ought elfe, 'tis thine. j^ohn. Why, then, this ring. Cur. That you, of all the fauours that I wear, Could find out nothing but this ring 1 this ring, A toy not worth the giunig ; yet I fooner Would part v.'ith life then this. A dying friend }]equeath'd it at his death. But, honey loue, What fnouldfl. thou talke of giuing ? 'tis a word ^^^orne out of ufe ; it founds not well in French : A man fliould flill fay take, take, to his wench. J^o/iu. Then, I fay take : take this and this; flill you k/iozv 710 body. 309 take heed of me, left I fhew you a flippery tricke for this. Tis the kindeft wench in Chriftcndom, but flie'le part with nothing. — Shall we haue another wooing room 1 Cur. What room thou pleafeft, deare heart, I agree : WhereVe I go, there fhall be roome for thee. yohn. Any? then I may chance to make you with rather my roome then my company, and you looke not the better to't. They "uithdrms.'. Enter at the other end of the Jlage Hobfon in his goiune and flippers. Hob. I liaue flipt ore into France; and in my flippers, Giuen all my friends the flip, to fee this gallant. My man, he that hath matcht me. Kones-a-me, The knaue's a prophet, elfe it could not be. He's not at his lodging, yet by an EngliOi fadlor, A fellow knowes not me, I was direcfted Vnto this houfe. He know what bufniefse The knaue hath here. Pulfit. Intrat Puclla. Wench. Who's there ? who's at the doore % Hob. Damfel, good day : is there not a fellow here, an EngliHiman 1 Wench. Here's an Englifliman. but none of your felloWj neither. 1 hope, Hr, we are not all fellowes at foot-ball. Hob. Nay, bones-a-me, girle, there's no reafon wee fhould bee fellows. But prithee, my wench, is there not one Jcick GrefJiam here % W each. No, good man looke like a goofe ; but there's one IMafler foJin GrcfJuvn. an I^ngliih goiulc- man here. An;l you know na rua!in'.-rs, \ ou flionld be tautrht fonie. 310 If yo2c know not me, Hob. Bones-a-me, goodman mailer, mafler fer- vant ! Old goodman Hohfon keeps gentlemen to his men. "J^acke turn'd to M. J^o/in ; marry, fir reuerence ! The French maid taught me manners. Well, I hope We fliall haue a fight of the gentleman. Wench. As you vfe yourfelf, you may, and you may not. Exeunt aitibo. FaH. Curtiz. yohn. Thou feefl. this iewel well becomes mine eare. This ring my finger, and this chaine mine arm. Cour. He be thy iewell : at thy lips He hang, And, as this ring thy finger compaffeth, So fliall thefe armes thy wafle. Thefe are but toyes ; Let me difplace them. Intrat puella. Wench. M. yohn, here's a fellow below would ipeake with you. yohn. With me : what is he ? Wench. A fimple coxcombe ; He call him vp to you. yohn. Do, my fweete Buffamacke. Some carrier, or bafe knaue, that hangs of my liberality. — I hope 'tis not pure Tim come for the fecond part of my beneuolence. Admit him in, that he may praife our fate. And fee us in our choifefl. pomp and flate. Wench. Here's the fellow I told you of, fir. Intrat Hobfon. yohn. Zoones ! my mafler. Hob. Sante amen ! Man yiin, a wenchart yo2c know )io body. 3 1 1 knaue, racke and manger knaue? Bones-a-me, can- not a fnatch and away (erue your turn, but you mufl lie at racke antl manger ] Is this the ware you deale with, feruant '[fo/in ? yohn. Chapmans ware, fir. Hob. Sirra, firra, the dealing with fuch ware be- longs not to our trade. Bones-a-me, knaue, a prentife mull not occupy for himfclf, but for his mafler, to any purpofe. John. And he cannot occupy for his mafter, with- out the confent of his miftris. Hob. Come, y'are a knaue. 'jfohii. Of your owne bringing vp, fir. Hob. Befides, thou canfl not keepe open fhop here, becaufe thou art a forraigner, by the laws of the realm. yohn. Not within the liberty ; but I hope the fuburbs tolerates any man or woman to occupy for themfelues : they may do't in the city, too, and they be naturalized once. Hob. 1 but firra. He haue none of my Englifh prentifes frenchified. Bones-a-me, knaue, He haue thee deal with no fuch broken commodities. John. Your worfliip mufl. haue fuch as the country yeelds, or none at all. But, I pray, fir, what's our trade ? Hob. What faift thou, knaue % John. That your worfliip is a haberdaflier of all wares. Hob. Bones-a-me ! a haberdaflier of fmall wares. John. And that the worfl. trade in all Chriflen- dom, and efpecially for French women : if they know a man to be a haberdaflier of fmall ware, they'll haue no dealing with him ; and therefore, antl you will haue any good commodities here, you mull change your co[)y. You neuer were a traucllcr, and therefore you know not what belongs to't. But you doe clean miflake this gentlewoman, and you take her for a light wench : weigh her in eiiual balance, and 3 r 2 If you know not me, you fhall find her no fuch woman, no fuch woman, lie affure you. Hob. No ! what is fhe, then, yohn % 'yoJm. Fore-god, fir, T would not haue you wrong the gentlewomans repute for a world. This metrefja deals for herfelf, and hath many forts of ware at command : I was now bargaining with her about a certain Country commodity, and had not your coming marr'd the match, we had gone through for't. And further, fhould you wrong the ladies reputation here in France., He affure ycu they haue the law of their fides. But, to confirme your good opinion of her, this is fhe of whom I tooke vp your commodity of matches : be forry for your offence, and excufe you to her for fhame mafler. Hob. Bones-a-me knaue, I cannot fpeake a word of French. y^oh?i. Nor fhe of Englifh. But all's one : vpon her mafler, and what You cannot do in words, perform in dumb figns. What, in your flippers come to take me napping '? He giue you what you come for inftantly. And, on the fodaine make you fo agaft, You will be glad to pardon what is pafl. Exit. Hob. Madam, I cry you mercy for this wrong Done to your ladifliip : I did fufpecl you For a bad liuer, but I fee you cleare ; For which mifiake I doe remaine your feruant. Cour. Gravicrcy, vionufter. Hob. How 1 would you my gray mare fee? An 't like your lad3'lhip, I came by water. And neither on mares back, nor horfe backe. Cou7'. No, no point parla Francois Hob. No, indeed, lady, my name is not Francis ; your feruant, and jpohn Hobfun. Cour. No point / Hob. No points'/ yes, indeed, lady ; I haue points at my hofe, though I go vntrufl.. Cour. No point par/a. yozc knozu no body. 3 1 3 Hob. I hane no points in my parlour, indeed ; but I haue a hundred pounds worth in my fhop. Iiitrat Joh. cum aliis FaB. yohn. Tufh ! fear not lads ; for he knowes none of you. Doe but buffe out a httle broken French, And he'le neuer take you to be EngHlhrnen. Omn. Fa^. We'le fecond the other, but ma- nage it. yohn. Be patient, I bcfeech you, gentlemen. Though you be officers, appointed here To fearch fufpecfled places, as this is A mod notorious filthy bawdy-houfe. And carry all old rufly fornicators, Aboue the age of fifty vnto prifon. Yet know, this is an honefl. gentleman. Ho 'k a fearch, and this a bawdy-houfe ? — Why, yo/m ! Bones-a-me, knaue, how comes this to pafs ? 1 Fail. Mcafar man a may. Hob. How ! mufl. you haue money of me ? lie know wherefore firfl, by your leaues. yoliu. Nay, mafler, I would it were but a money matter ] A cage, or whipping pofl, or fo : 'tis worfe. What ! an old man to chide his prentice hence. As if he had fome priuate bufinefs, And tlien himfelf get clofe vnto his wench? Nay, whipping's all too good. Had you found me fo, There had been work cnougli ; there liad been ncwcs For F//_^/d//i/, and a whole twelue montlis chiding Of my good vncle. 2 Facl. Jc ro::JIrcfuU aniirt. I fob. How ! muil I go to prifon for doing amifs ? 'John, 'i'o pri.<'on ! lijy to wb.ipping. 1 am forry ; 3 1 4 If you know not me. And, to my power, I will intreat for you. Fie, mailer, fie ! Bob. Bones-a-me, yo/m, is not this a lady ? John, No, by my troth, mafler ; fuch as be in the garden-alleys. Joan's as good as this French lady. Hob. Is not this gentlewoman a dealer % And hath (he not a good commodity ? John. Yes by my faith fir, I confefs both. Hob. Hath fhe not ware ? John. She hath, and at a reafonable reckning. Hob. And may not then a chapman deal with her? John. Marry may you, fir : and He fend news to your wife of your dealing. The caufe of your coming to France fhall be known e, And what fecond hand commodities you cooke vp Since your comming : my miflris in England fhall know What vtterance you haue for your fmall wares in France. Pen and inke ! — He fet it down in blacke and white. Hob. Bones a me, JoJin ! what, John ! why hon- ea John % John. Harty commendations — vnderfland — re- uerend Mafler Hobfon found with a whore in Roane — place, a common bawdy-houfe — mufl be whipt. Hob. No more, good John ! John. You haue had none yet — whipt about the town. Hob. Sweet, honefl. John ! why bones-a-me, knaue John \ John. In witnes whereof, all thefe honeR gentle- men eye-witneffes haue fet to their hands. Nay, my my miflrefse fliall know't, that's flat. Are there not wenches enow in England, but you mufl. walke ouer fea in your flippers, and venture (being not fhod) to you know no body. 3 t 5 come into France awenching ? what an old man, too ! She fhall know wliat a flippery tricke you would haue ferued her in your flippers in France. Hob. Nay, bones-a-me, John : friends, fweet John, all friends ; I doe confefs t'hafl ouer-reacht thy mafler. Ca me, ca thee : conceale this from my wife, And lie keep all thy knauery from thine vncle. John. Well fir, in hope of amendment, I am con- tent, and yet Hob. Nay, bones-a-me. He take you at your word, Befides, I hope thefe honefl gentlemen AVill faue my credit. JoJin. lie entreat for you. J lob. Tis logicke to me, fir; I vnderfland you not. John. Marry fir they fay if you will walke with them to their lodgings, for my fake they inuite you to dinner. Hob. God -a -mercy, gentlemen ; God -a- mercy John. But, bones-a-me knaue, where are their lodgings ? John. Hard by ; for why doe you ask ? Hob. I hope theyle bring me to no more bawdy houfes ; I would not be taken napping againe for two and one. But, gentlemen. He accept of your curtefie, and then, John, You Ihall with me to England : wele fliow France Our backes. And you will needs deale for your- felfe Afore your time, you fliall do't in England. Will you walk, gentlemen ? Cur. Adieu, monfieur : and GnJJiani, farewell too. No more of French loue, no more French loffe fliall do. Exeunt. 3i6 If yoiL hiow not me, Enter Sir Thomas Ram fie heing Mayor, Sheriff, Sword-hearer, G^r. Sir Tho. Well faid my maflers. See all things be ready To giue her Majefly fuch entertainment As may grace London, and become the ftate Her highnefs brings along. Where's the Queen now % Sword. She comes along the Strand from Som- inerfct Hoiife, Througli Temple Barre, down Fleet Steeet, and the Cheap, The North fide of the Burfe to Bijliopfgate, And dines at MaRer GrcJJiams, and ap-points To returne on the fouth fide, through Corne-hill: And there when flie hath view'd the roomes aboue And walkes below, fliele giue name to the Burfe. Sher. The flreets are fit, and all the com- panies Plac'd in their liueries gainfl her returne. But, my Lord INIayor, fliall thefe Ambaffadors This day haue audience % Sir Tho. Admittance if not audience was granted : See therefore trumpets and all kinds of muficke Be plac'd againfl her royal interview, The fleps with arras fpread where flie afcends ; Befules, giue charge viitothe fnopkecpcrs To make their befL fliowes in the vpj)er roomes, Becaufe the Queen intends to compaffe it. Sher. Tis done my lord. T^j usupcts afar off. Sir Tho. The Queene hath din'd : the trumpets found already, And giue note of her comming. — Bid the waits And Hoboyes to be read}- at an inllant. yoii know no body. 3 1 7 Enter, at otie doorc, the Quccfi, Leceflcr, SuiTex, Lords, Grefliam : at the other, Caffimer, the French and Florentitic A mbajjadors. Sir Thomas Ramfie, &=€. Queen. Lcjler and Suf/ex, are thofe the AmbafTa- dors 1 LeJI. They are dread foueraign : he that formofl flands, The Emperour's ; the fecond is the French ; The hxfl is the F/o rent hie. Queen. Wc will receiue them. Here the Queene entertainer the Ainbaffadors, and in their J'eiieral ia/igiiages confers with them. ' Snfex and LeJIer ])lace the AmbaiTadors, Wo at our Court of Grtcnwicli will dilate Further of thefe dcfigiies. ^Vherc's Grefliam ? GreJJi. Your humble fubiec t and ieruant. Queen. Our Icafure now ferues to furuey your Burfe. A goodly frame, a rare proportion, This city our great chamber cannot fliow vs, To addevnto our fame a monument Of greater beauty. Lecejlcr, what fa}-fl thou ? Lc'c. That I mv foueraign haue not feene tlie like. Queen. SuJJex, nor you ? Sujf. Madam, not I. This Grejliams work of Hone Will hue to him when I am dead and gone. Enter Hobfon. J fob. God blefs tliy grace. Queen Fejje. Queen. Friend, what art you 1 JIvh. Ivr.owcll tluxi iiot me, Queene ? tlien tliou kniiwcll nobod)'. Tones^a me, Queene, 1 am Hobfon ; and old Ilobfon, T\y the Socks, \ am fure you know me. 3i8 If you know not me, Queen. What is h.t Lecc/ler'i do ft thou know this fellow 1— Gre/Iiam, or you ? GreJJi. May it pleafe your jNIaiefty, He is a rich fubftantial citizen. Hob. Bones-a-me, woman, fend to borrow money Of one you doe not know ! there's a new tricke. Your grace fent to me by a purfeuant And by a priuyfeal, to lend your highnefle An hundred pound : I. hearing that my Queene Had need of money, and thinking you had knowne me, AVould needs vpon the bearer force two hundred. The Queene fliould haue had three rather then faile ; I, by this hand. Queene Beffe^ I am old Hohfoti, A haberdaflier, and dwelling by the ftocks. When thou feeft money with thy grace is fcant, For twice fiue hundred pound thou flialt not want. Queen. Vpon my bond. Hob. No, no, my foueraign ; He take thme own word, without fcrip or fcrowle. Queen. Thanks honeft Hob/on : as I am true maid, He lee myfelf the money back repaid. Thou without grudging lendft, thy purfe is free ; Honeft as plain. Siiff. A true well meaning man, I warrant him. Grcjli. Your Maiefty jiromift to giue the name To my new Burfe. Queen. GreJJiam^ we will. — A hcrauld, and a trum- pet ! Lee. A herauld and a trumpet ! Queen. Proclaime through euery high ftreet of this city. This place to be no longer call'd a Burfe, But, fmce the building's ftately, fair, and ftrange. Be it for euer call'd, the Royal Exehange. A floriJJi here. you knoiv }io body. 3 1 9 And whilfl this voice flies through the City forth- right, Arife Sir Thomas Grcjliaiii now a kniglit. — Be our Ambafladors condudled all Vnto their feuerall lodgings.- — This 23. of Janiiarj', A thoufand, fiue hundred, and feuenty, Elizabeth Chriflens this famous worke. Now to our Court Of Greenwich. — GreJIiani, thanks for our good cheere. We to our people, they to vs are deare. Exeunt. Enter Nowell and Lady Ramfie. Lady R. \Miat think you of my husband, Mafter Dcane % Now. As of all men : we are mortal, made of clay, Now healthful, now crafie, now fick, now well. Now hue, now dead ; and then to heauen or hell. Lady R. It cheeres my heart, now, in his deepe of ficknefs, He is fo charitable, and fo well addicted Vnto the poores relief. NoiiK It ioyes me too. Great is the number of the rich in fliew About the city, but of the charitable There are but few. La. R. Amongfl thefe, I hold old LLohfon well deferues To be ranckt equal with the bountifulleft. He hath rais'd many falling, but efpecially One jMafler Roic/and, once call'd Ta-wny-coat, But now an able citizen, late chofen A mafler of the Hofpital. Now. I know him well ; A good, fufticient man ; and fnice he purchafl His freedom in the city, God hath bleil His trauaile with increafe. La. R. I haue knownc old LJobfon Sit widi his neighbour Giinter, a good man, 320 If yo2t know not me, In Chrifls Church, morn by morn, to watch poore couples That come there to be married, and to be Their common fathers, and giue them in the Church, And fome few angels for a dower to boot. Befides, they two are call'd the common gofllps, To witnefs at the Fount for poore mens children. None they refufe that on their helpe do call ; And to fpeake truth they're bountiful! to all. Enter Hobfon. Hob. Good morrow, Mafler Doclor, my good lady! Bones-a-me, woman, thou look'fl fad to-day ; Thou haR not drunk a cup of fack this morning. La. R. We haue beene dealing of our charity This, morning to poor foldiers, fuch as want. Hob. Gods blefllng of your heart : need mufl be fed. Let vs that haue it giue the hungry bread. Efitcr Rowland, alias Tatvny-coat. Taw. ^Miere's Mafter Ilchfon ? Hob. My new elecT^ed mafter of the Hofpital, What hafly newes with you ? Taw. Oh, fir, the lone I beare you makes me chary Of your good name ; your credit's deare to me. You neuer were condemn'd for any thing, Since I had firfl acc]uaintance with your name, As now you are. You liaue done a deed this day, That hath from you tane all good thoughts away. Hob. Where? bones-a-me ! Why? fpeak, why ? Taw. This day you liaue purfued the law feuercly Againfl one Timothy, that fLole from you A hundred pound: and he's condemn'd for it, And this day he mull dye. you know no body. 3 2 1 Hob. Bones, man ! 'tis not fo. Ta7a. He is by this half way to Tyburne gone. The fuit was follow'd in John Gre/hatns name ; How can you then avow you know it not ? Hob. A horfe, a horfe, cart horfe, malt-horfc, any thing To faue the knaue's hfe ! I protefl, I fweare, This was the firrt. time that 1 heard the knaue Hath been in any trouble. Bones-a-me, 'Twas done without my knowledge. Taw, Young Gre/Itam in his name purfu'd his life. Hob. They are knaues both. — A horfe ! A hundred thoufand pound cannot make a man ; A hundred fhall not hang one by my meanes : Men are more worth then money, M. Roicland. Come help me to a horfe. The next I meet, To faue the knaues life, gallops through the (Ireet. Exeunt Hobfon and Tawney-coat. Now. Men are more worth then money, he fays true ; 'Tis faid by many, iDut maintain'd by few. Lady. He is plain and honefl : how many great profeffors Line in this populous city, that make fhew Of greater zeal, yet will not pay fo deare For a tranfgreffors life. But few are found To faue a man would lofe a hundred pound. Enter Tawney-coat. Now. So fuddenly returned % Taw. He rid too fafl for me. He hath beene at buffets With a poor collier, and vpon his horfe Is, without faddle, bridle, boots, or fpurs, Galloj)t towards S. Giles. Now. They will take him for a madman. Taw. All's one to him : he does not fland on brauery, 32 2 If you kfiow not me, So he may doe men good. Good deeds excel ; And, though but homely done, may be done well. Lady R. "Heauen prolper his intent. — Now, M. Dodlor, And M. Rowland, let me craue your companies To fee my crazy husband, who hath made you One of his executors, and would vfe your paines In thefe extreames of ficknefs. Now. I am pleas'd ; He glue him phyficke for a foule difeas'd. Exeunt. Enter three Lords. 1. You are an early rifer, my good lord. 2. The blood of youth that trafficks in the Court Mull not be flugglfli ; your kind remembrance. 3. My very good lord, We, that are liars that waite vpon the traine Of fuch a Cynthia vnder which we hue, Mufl not be tardie. 1. You haue faid true : we are flarters in one houre, And our attendance is to waite on fuch a Queene, Whofe vertue all the world : but to Icaue that, Which euery tongue is glad to commune with. Since Monfiers firfl. arriual in the Land, The time that he was here, and the time fince. What royalty hath beene in Enqlands Court, Both princely reuelling and warlike fport ! 2. Such fports do fitly fit our nation. That forraine eyes beholding what we are, May rather feek our peace then wifli our war. 3. Heauen blefs our foueraign from her foes in- tent, The peace we haue is by her gouernment. Enter DoH. Parry. I. M. Doclor Parry, you know 7io body. 323 2. Good morrow, M. Do6lor. 3. You are an early rifer, fir. Dr. My lord, my lord, my very good lord. 1. This fummer morning makes vs couetous To take the profit of the pleafant aire. D. 'Tis healthful to be flirring in a morning. 2. It hath pleas'd the Queene, to fhew him many fauours. 3. You fay but right ; and fince his lafl difgrace, The caufe fo great it had furely touch'd his life, Had not the Queen been gracious, he feems at Court A man more gracious in our foueraign's eye, Then greater fubie61s. 2. She hath giuen him much preferment. In greateft place grac't him with conference, Ask't for him in his abfence ; and, indeed, Made knowne to vs he is one in her regard. 3. But did you neuer heare the caufe of his dif- grace 1 2. He did intend the murther of a gentleman One, M. Hare, here, of the Inner Temple, And fo farre brought his purpofe to efifedl, That M. Hare benig priuate in his chamber, He watching, as he thought fit time, broke in vpon him ; But he, affaulted fo, behau'd himfelf, That he did guard himfelf, and attach't him. From whence he was committed vnto NeT.ugate, And at the Seffions, by twelue honefl men, Found guilty of burglary, and condemn'd to die : And had died, had her grace not pardon'd him. 3. She is a gracious princeffe vnto all. Many flie raifeth, wiflieth none fhould fall. I. Fie, M. E)o6lor, Your face beares not the habit it was wont. And your difcourfe is alter'd : what's the mattei ? Dr. And if my brow be fad, or my face pale, They do belye my heart, for I am merry. I. Men being, as you are, fo great in grace \ 2 324 If you know not me^ With fuch a royal princeiTe, haue no reafon. Etiter a Gentle}?ian. Gait. Room for my Lord high Steward. Enter the Earl of Lecefler ; all the Lords fiockc after him, a7id exeunt. Manet Parry. Dr. The difcontented defire to be alone : My wifhes are made vp, for they are gone. Here are no blabs but this, and this one clocke He keep from going with a double locke. Yet it will flrike : this day it mufl be done. What mufl be done ? what mufl this engine do ? A deed of treafon hath prepar'd me to. Thefe two, thele two ; why they had life by her, And fhall thefe two kill their deliuerer. The Hfe that makes me rife % thefe once my fm Had forfeited ; her mercy pardon'd me. I had beene eaten vp with worms ere this, Had not her mercy giuen a life to this ; And yet thefe hands, if I performe my oath, Mufl kill that life that gaue a life to both. I haue tane the Sacrament to do't, conferr'd With Cardinal Conio about it, and receiu'd Full abfolution from his Holineffe : Been fatisfied by many holy fathers, During my trauels both in France and Italy, The deed is iufl. and meritorious. And yet I am troubled when I do remember The excellency of her Maiefly ; And I would faine defifl, but that I know How many vowes of mine are gone to heauen, My letters and my promifes on earth. To holy fathers and graue Catholikes, That I would do't for good of Catholikes, Then, in the garden where this day flie walkes, you hiow no body. 325 Her graces I will caft. behind mine eyes, And by a fubie6ls hand a Soueraign dies. Enter Gent. Gent. Clear the way, gentlemen, for the Queen ! Mailer Doctor Parry. Exit Gc?it. Dr. O let me fee a difference in this man. Before this Queen (that I am come to kill) Shew'd me the gracious eye of her refpe6l, And gaue me countenance 'mongfl greatefl earls. This man was forwarder to thruft me forth, Then now he is humble to accept me in. If, then, her grace hath honor'd me fo much, How can this hand giue her a treacherous touch 1 The trumpets fpeak ; Heauen ! what fhall I do ? Euen what hell and my damn'd heart fliall thrufl. me to. Enter Queen, Lefler, and Lords. Queen. Fair day, my lords. You are all larkes, this morning ; Vp with the fun : you are flirring earely. Lecef. We are all fubiecls to your foueraignes light. Queen. That you call duty, we accept as loue. And we do thanke you ; nay, we thanke you all : Tis not to one, but 'tis in general. Le/l. The Queen would walke apart : forbear, my lords. Dr. Now, what makes me fliake 1 Doe angels guard her, or doth Heauen pertake Her refuge 1 Queen. In fuch a garden may a foueraigne Be taught her louing fubiecls to maintaine. Each plant, vnto his nature and his worth, Hauing full cheriHiing, it fpringeth forth. Weedes mud be weeded out, yet weeded fo, Till they doe hurt, let them a Clods name grow. Dr. Now Qiiccnc. lie offers to Oioof. 326 If you know not me. Queen. Who's there % my kind friend, M. Do6lor Parry % Dr. My mofl dread foveraign. Queen. Why do you tremble, M. DocSlor ? Haue you any fute to vs 1 Shake not at vs ; we doe our fubie6ls loue. Or does thy face fhow fignes of difcontent Through any heauie want oppreffeth thee ? As JJie turnes back, he offers tojiioote, but returning he withdraiucs his ha?id. Though at our Court of Greenwich thou wer't crofl, In fuing to be Mafler of St. Katherines, To do thee good feeke out a better place : She'le giue thee that, the which hath giuen thee grace. Dr. I know your loue dread Queene — Now. Queen. Mafler Do6lor about the talke we had together Of Enghfh Fugitiues that feeke my life : You told me of them I am beholding to you. Dr. I did no more then duty. — O, happy time ! Queen. And will they ftill perfifl ? doe they defire my blood, That wake, when I fhould fleepe. to doe them good ? Dr. Madam ! Queen. Oh, my Maker ! — Parry, villain, traitor. What doofl thou with that dagge ? Dr. Pardon, dread foveraign. Queen. Pardon, thou villain, fhewes thou art a traitor. Treafon, my lords, treafon. Enter the Lords. LeQ. Ha ! by the bleft place of Heauen, treafon, and we fo neare % A traitour with a dagge ! Gods holy mother ! — Lords, guard the Queene. — Are you not frighted, madam % Tic play the fergeant to arrefi the wrrtch. you know no body. 327 Queen. Be not fo rafh, good Lecejler : he's dead already ; Struck with remorfe of that he was to doe. Pray let me fpeak with him. — Say, M. Do(5lor, Wherein haue I deferu'd an ill of you, Vnlefs it were an ill in pardoning you. What haue I done toward you to feeke my life, Vnlels it were in taking you to grace ? Dr. Mercy, dread Queene ! Queen. I thank my God I haue mercy to remit A greater fm, if you repent for it. Arife. Lcic. My lords, what do you mean ? take hence that villain. Let her alone, Hie'le pardon him againe. Good Queen, we know you are too merciful! To deale with traitours of this monflrous kinde. Away with him to the To7oer, then to death. — A traitours death fhall fuch a traitour haue, That feeks his foueraignes life that did him faue. Queen. Good Lecejler. Lee. Good Queen, you mufl be rul'd. Exeunt. Enter Lacke GreJJiani. J^ohn. Nay, 'sfoct, Jack, hold on thy refolution. They fay that may happen in one hour that happens not againe in 7. yeare : and I fhould chance to take her in the right vaine, and flie kindly beflow herfelfe vpon me, why then there's a man made from nothing ; for, before God, I haue fpent all, and am not worth any- thing. And, indeed, unleffe this fame good old Lady Ramfey take fome pitie vpon me, and take me for better for worfe, God knowes in wliicli of tlie two Counters I fliall keepe my next Chriilmas in ! But, by this hand, if fliec will accept of mee in this miferable eflate that I am in now — for, before God, I haue neither money nor credit, as I am an honcll man — and that's nxire, I am afcarM tlien any man will bcleeiie cf me— ile forfwear all women but hci'. 3^8 If you know not me, and will not kiffe any of my neighbours wiues for a kingdome. — Here's the houfe : He knock at the door. — What, fhall I doot in the caualier humour, with, Whofe within, there ho ! or in the Puritan humour, with, By your leaue, good brother. Faith, in neither ; for in the one I fhall be taken for a fwaggering knaue, and in the other, to be an hypocritical fool; but honefl "jl^ack, in thine owne honefl humour. Plain dealing's a iewell, and I haue vs'd it fo long, I am next door to a begger. Enter 2. Creditors. But, Gods precious, what a plague make thefe here ^ Thefe two are two of my creditors : I mufl flop their mouths, fleet them from hence, or all the fat's in the fire. 1. M. Grejham, you are well met. Johi. I hope, gentlemen, you will fay fo anon. But you are alone, are you not % 2. Alone M. GrcJJiam, why doe you aske ? y^ohn. A man hath reafon to aske, being as I am, that neuer feeth his creditors but is afeard of the catch-pole. But you are kind, my friends ; and, I thanke you, you will beare with me. I. I but M. GreJJiavi, a man may beare till his backe breake. John. I, porters may ; but you that are fubflantial honefl citizens, there is no feare to be made of your breaking. You know there's no man fo low, but God can raife him ; and though I am now out at heeles, or fo as you thinke, I am in the way of preferment, and hope to be able to pay euery man within this hour. 1. We fhould be glad to fee it. 2. But how, pray, fir % John. How 1 why, very eafily, if I can compafTe it. The truth is, though you would little think it, I am fuitor for my L. Ra7nfcy. 2. But I dare fweare flie is no fuiter to you. you know no body. 329 Ejiter Lady Ramfey and D. Nowell. yohn. Why, that's true, too ; for if fhe were a filter to me, we (hould be man and wife flraight, and you fhould haue your money within this halfe houre. But looke ; looke where fhe comes : as you are good men, mum ; patience, and pray for my proceedings. If I doe fpeed, as I am partly perfwaded, you fhall haue your own, with the aduantage : If I fhould be crofl, you know the worfl ; forbearance is no acquit- tance. But mum ! if it proue a match, and any of you fhould chance to be in the Counter, you know, my marriage being fpread, my word will be currant, then mum. Now. Madam, you are welcome into Lumber- Jlreet. Lady. I thanke your curtefie, good M. Dean. John. See how fortunatly all things chance. If it happen as I hope it will, fhe taking a liking to me, here is a priefl to marry us prefently. — Madam. Lady. Would you any bufmeffe with me, fir ? "yohn. Faith, lady, neceffary buHnes \ and not to go far about the bufh, I am come to be a futer vnto you. And you know the fafliion of young men, when they come awooing to ancient widowes, the way to fpeed is to begin thus. Lady. You are very forward fir. JoJm. You would fay fo, lady, if you knew how forward I would be. But, madam, you are rich, and by my troth, I am very poore, and I haue beene, as a man fliould fay, flark naught ; but he goes far that ncucr turns ; and if now I haue a defire to mend, and being in fo good a way, you know how vnchari table it were in you to put me out of it. You may make an honefl man of me, if it i)leafe you ; and when thou hafl made me one, by my troth Mall He kee]) myfelf, for I am a gentleman both by the fathers tide and mothers fide ; and, though I haue not the mucke of '330 If you hiow not me, the world, I haue a great deale of good loue, and I prethee accept of it. Lady. M. Dea7i, Do you know this gentlemans bufinefs to me 1 Now. Not I, beleeue me, madam. J^ohn. I fhall haue her fure. — Why, ile tell you, fir. My lady here is a comely, ancient, rich widow, and I am an honefl, proper, poore young man, re- membering flill I am a gentlemen : now, what good her riches may do to my pouertie, your grauitie may gheffe ; faue a foule, perhaps, M. Dean. Look you, fir : it is but giuing my hand into hers, and hers into mine. M. Deane, I protefl before God fhee hath my heart already ; and with fome three or four words, which I know you haue by rote, make vs two, my Lady and I, one, till death vs depart. Lady R. This gentleman thinks that to be a mat- ter of nothing. — But doe you loue me as you doe pro- teft? yoJm. Loue you, madam ? loue you, by this hand. — I fhall haue her, fure. — Friends, you fee how the bufineffe goes forward ; bring me your bills to-morrow morning ; or, vpon the hope that I haue, you may leaue them with me : I fhall be able to difcharge. — Ha ! ha ! Jacke. Lady. How will you maintain me, fir, if I fhould marry you } y^o/w. Maintaine ! what needfl thou aske that queflion ? Foot thou hafl maintenance ynough for thee and I too. If I fhould marry you ! — Friends, you fee how it goes now : to-morrow, within an houre after I am married, I rnurt. take the vpper hand of my vncle ; and the next Sunday, I, that was fcarce worthy to fit in the belferie, the churchwardens fetch me, and feat me in the Chauncel. Lady. M. Deane, I protefl, neuer fmce I was widow Neuer did man make fo much loue to me. Sir, for your loue, I am much beholdim.; to you. you know no body. 331 yoJm. Do Mall, prithee do not think it fo. — Be chofen one of the Common Counfell, or one of the Maflers of the Hofpital, fo perhaps I fhall neuer be- come it. Marry, if I ihould be chofen one of the Maflers of Bridewell, for fome of my old acquaintance, foot, I would take it vpon me : vice mufl he corredled, vice mufl be corre6led. Lady. Fill me a large cup full of hippocras, And bring me hither 20. 11. in gold. J^ohn. And one of your husbands liuery gownes. So now you trouble yourfelf fo much : that gold is to contradl vs withal. — A fmiple morning ; friends, you cannot beat me downe with your bills. — M. Deane of Fowles, I pray you flay and dine with me ; you fhall not fay me nay : the oftner you come, the more wel- come. Now. You are merry, fir. yo/m. I thank God, and all the world may fee, I haue no other caufe. That I am likely to be fo well beflowed. Lady. Sir, you fhall not fay the loue you fliew'd to me. Was entertain'd but with kind curtefy : This for your loue vnto your health I drinke. Pledge me. yohn. I by my troth, Mall will I, were it as deepe as a well. Lady. Now, for your paines, there is twenty pound in gold. Nay, take the cup too fir. Thanks for your loue \ And were my thoughts bent vnto marriage, I rather would with you, that feeme thus wild, Then one that hath worfe thoughts, and feemes more mild. yohn. Foot, will you not haue me, then % Lady R. Yes, when I mean to marry any one ; And that not whilfl I Hue. yohn. See how a man may be dccuiucd I I thought 332 If you know not me, I fhould haue beene fure, by this time. — Well, though I fhall not haue you, I (hall haue this with a good will. Lady. With all my heart ; and for the loue you haue Ihown, Wifh it to thriue with you, euen as mine own, 1 . To-morrow fhall we attend your worfliip ? 2. Sir, heres my bill ; it comes to twenty pound. "yohn. Friend, Ploy dens prouerb, the cafe is altered : and, by my troth, I haue learn'd you a leflon ; forbear- ance is 7io acquittance. Lady, What men are thefe ? John, Faith, madam, men that haue my hand, though not for my honefly, yet for the money that I owe them. Lady. What doth he owe you ? 1. Fiftie pound, madam. Lady. What you ? 2. A hundred marks. Lady. He pay you both. — And, fir, to do you good. To all your creditors He do the like. John. Thats faid like a kind wench ; And though we neuer meet again, We will haue one buffe more at parting. — And now, i'faith, I haue all my wild oats fown, And if I can grow rich by the helpe of this, He fay I rofe by Lady Ramfeys kifs. Exeunt. Enter Chorus. From fifty eight, the firfl. yeare of her raigne, We come to eighty-eight, and of her raigne The thirtieth yeare. This Queen inaugurated, And fLrongly planted in her peoples heart, Was in her youth folicited in marriage By many princely heires of Chriftendom, you know no body. 333 Efpecially by Philip, King of Spai/ie, Her fiflers husband ; who to achieue his ends, Had got a difpenfation from the Pope : But, after many treats and embaffies, Finding his hopes in her quite fruftrated, Aims all his flratagems, plots, and defignes, Both to the vtter ruine of our land, And our religion. But th' vndaunted Queene, Fearing no threats, but willing to flrike firfl, Sets forth a fleete of one-and-twenty faile To the Wejl Indies, vnder the condu6l Of Francis Drake and ChriJiopJier Carliflc ; Who fet on Cap de Ferd, then I/i/panio/a, Setting on fire the towns of S. Anthony And S. Dominick. The proud Spaniard, Enraged at this affront, fends forth a fleet. Three whole yeares in preparing, to fubuert, Ruine, and quite depopulate this land. Imagine you now fee them vnder fail, Swell'd vp with many a proud, vaineglorious boafl, And newly enter'd in our EtigliJJi coafl. Exit. Enter the Duke of Medina, Don Pedro, John Marti- nus Ricaldus_, and other Spaniards. Med. We are where we long wiflit to be at lafl ; And now this elephants burden, our Armado, Three years an embrion, is at length produc'd, And brought into the world to hue at fea. No>ifufJicit orbis, our proud SpaniJJi motto By th' EngliJJi mockt, and found at Carihagen, Shall it not now take force ? Can England fatisfie our auarice, That worlds cannot fuffize 1 What thinks Don Pedro ? Ped. Alphonfus Pcnz Git if man, Duke of Medina and Sidonia, And royal general of our great Armado, I think we come too ftrong. ^Vhat's our defigne 334 If you kitow not me, Againft a petty ifland gouernd by a woman % I thinke, inflead of military men, Garnifh'd with armes and martiall difcipline, She, with a feminine traine Of her bright ladies, beautifull'fl and befl, Will meet vs in their fmocks, willing to pay Their maidenheads for ranfome. Med. Think'fl thou fo, Don Pedro ? Fed. I therein am confident ; And partly forry that our King of Spaine Hath been at charge of fuch a magazine, When halfe our men and ammunition Might haue beene fpar'd. Med. Thou put'fl me now in minde Of the Grand Signior, who, (fome few yeares fince) When as the great Ambaffadour of Spaine Importun'd him for aid againfl the land Styl'd by the title of the Maiden I/le, Calls for a mappe : now, when the Ambaffadour Had fhow'd him th' Indies, all America, Some parts of Afia, and Europa too, Climes that took vp the greateft part o' th'card, And finding England but a fpot of earth, Or a few acres, if at all, compard To our fo large and fpacious prouinces, Denies him aid, as much againfl- his honour To fight with fuch a centuple of oddes ; But gaue him this aduice : Were I (faid he) As your great King of Spaine, out of my king- domes Ide preffe or hire fo many pioneers, As with their fpades and mattocks fliould digge vp This wart of Earth, and cafl. it in the Sea. And well methought he fpake. Fed. We haue fliowne ourfelues, But are as yet vnfought with. Med. All their hearts Are dead witliin 'em ; wee, I feare, fliall finde Tlieir feas vnguardcd, and their flioares vnmann'd, you knozu no body. 335 And conquer without battaile. Rical. All their honours And offices we haue difpof d already. There's not a noble family in Spaiiic, In Naples, Portugal, nay Italy, That hath not in our fleete fome eminent perfon To Hiare in this rich booty. Aled. yo/m Alartinus Ricaldiis, you our prime naui- gator, Since fam'd Columbus or great Mageline, Giue vs a briefe relation of the flrength And potency of this our great Armado, Chriflend, by th' Pope, the Nauy Inuincible. Rical. Twelqe mighty gallions of Portugale ; Fourteene great fhips of Biskey, of Caflile ; Eleuen tall fliips of Aiidelofi.a ; Sixteen gallions, fourteen of Guipufcoa ; Ten fail that run by th' name o' th' Eallern fleet ; The fliips of Ureas, Zaibras, Naples ; gallies, Great galliafies, fly-boats, pinnaces, Amounting to the number of an hundred And thirty tight, tall faile ; the mofl of them Seeming like caflles built vpon the fea. Med. And what can all their barges, cockboats, oares, Small veffels (better to be faid to creepe Then lail vpon the ocean) doe 'gainfl thefe 1 They are o'ercome already. Rical. All their burdens, Fifty-feuen thoufand eight hundred fixty-eight Tunne ; In them nineteene thoufand two hundred ninety-fiue fouldiers, Two thoufand eight hundred and eighty gaily flaues. Eight thoufand fix hundred and fifty mariners, Two thoufand fix hundred and thirty peece of ord- 'nance, Culuerin, and cannon. Alcd. Half thefe would fuffizc ; 336 If you know not me.. Nor haue we need of fuch furplufage, Againfl their petty fly-boats. Enter a Spaniard. Span. We haue difcouer'd, Riding along the coafls of I'rance and Dunkcrke, An EngUfh nauy. Med. Of what flrength, what force ? Sj>a?t. I'heir number fmall, yet daring, as it feemes : Their fhips are but low built, yet fwift of faile, Whether their purpofe be to fight, I know not ; They beare vp brauely with vs. Fed. Cafl our fleet Into a wide and femi-circled moone ; And, if we can but once incompaffe them, We'le make the fea their graues, and themfelues food For the fea worme call'd haddock. Med. Let's faile on Towards the Thames mouth, and there disburden vs Of our land fouldiers ; And if the Prince of Parana keepe his appointment, Who (with a thoufand able men-at-arms, Old fouldiers, and of mofl approued difcipline) Lies garrifond at Diinkerke. we at once Will fwallow vp their nation, and our word Be from henceforth Vicloria. Omnes. Vicloria, Vicloria. Exeunt. Med. Had we no other forces in our fleete, Nor men, nor arms, nor ammunition, Powder, nor ord' nance, but our empty bottomes, Ballafl with the Pope's bleffing, and our nauy Chriflen'd by him the Nauy Inuiiicible, We had enough : what's more's vnneceffary. Nor thinke we threaten England all in vaine ; 'Tis ours, and we heere chriflcn it Ahw Spaine. Omnes. Vicloria, Vidoria. you know no body. 337 Drum and colours. Enter the Earle of LeceJIer, the Earle of Hunfdon, bearing the fiandard, Queeiic Elizabeth, conipleatly armed, and Souldiers. Queen. A (land ! — From London thus far haue we marched ; Here pitch our tents. How doe you call this place ? Lck. The town you fee, to whom thefe downcs belong, Giues them to name the plains of Tilbery. Queen. Be this, then, flil'd our camp at Tilbery ; And the firfl. place we haue been feene in arms. Or thus accoutred, here we fixe our foot, Not to flir backe, were we fure here t' incounter With all the Spanifh vengeance threaten'd vs, Came it in fire and thunder. Know, my fubie6ls, Your Queene hath now put on a mafculine fpirit, To tell the bold and daring what they are, Or what they ought to be ; and fuch as faint, Teach them, by my example, fortitude. Nor let the bell proou'd foldier here difdaine A woman fliould condu6l an hort. of men, To their difgrace or want of prefident. Haue you not read of braue Zenobla, An Eaflerne queene, who fac'd the Romaine legions, Euen in their pride and height of potency, And in the field incounter'd perfonally Aurclianus Cafar7 Think in me Her fpirit furuiues, Queen of this weflern ide, To make the fcorn'd name of Elizabeth As frightful and as terrible to Spaine As was Zenobias to the State of Rome. Oh I could wifli them landed, and in view, To bid them inflant battaile ere march farther, Into my land. This is my vow, my reft ; I'le paue their way with this my virgin breft. Left. But (madam) ere tliat day come, There will be many a bloody nofe, f, and crack'd crown : 338 If you know not me, We fhall make work for furgeons. Queen. I hope fo, Lcjler. — For you, Sir Anthony Bro7iinc, Though your religion and recufancy Might, in thefe dangerous and fufpicious times, Haue drawne your loyalty into fufpedl, Yet haue you herein amply clear'd yourfelf, By bringing vs fiue hundred men, well arm'd, And your owne felfe in perfon. Sir Antho. Not only thofe, but all that I enioy. Are at your highnes fervice. Queen. Now, Lord Hiwfdon, The Lord-Lieutenant of our force by land Vnder our general, Lejler, what thinkefl thou Of their Armado, chriflen'd by the Pope The Nmiy Inumcible 1 Huns. That there's a power aboue both them and vs, That can their proud and haughty menaces Conuert to their owne ruins. Queen. Thinkefl. thou fo, Hunfdon ? No doubt it will. — Let me better furuay my campe. Some wine, there ! — A health to all my fouldiers. FlourifJi trumpets. Methinks I do not fee, 'mongft all my troops, One with a courtiers face, but all look foldier-like. A peal of /hot within. Whence came this found of fhot ? Leic. It feems, the nauy Styl'd by the Pope the Nauy Inuincible, Riding along the coafl. of France and Dufikerk, Difcouer'd firfl. by Captaine Thomas Fleming, Is met and fought with by your admiral. Queen. Heauen profper their defence ! Oh had God made vs man-like like our mind, We'd not be here fenc'd in a mure of armes, But ha' been prefent at thefe fea alarmes. Horn, you know no body. 339 Enter I. Pq/l. Make way, there ! — What's the news ? I. Heauen blefle your Maiefty ! Your royal fleet bids battaile to the Spaniard, Whofe number with aduantage of the wind. Gains them great odds ; but the vndaunted worth And well knowne valour of your admiral, Sir Fruficis Drake, and Martin FurbiJJicr, jf^ohn Hawkins, and your other Englifh captains, Takes not away all hope of vi6lory. Queen. Canfl thou defcribe the manner of the fight ? And where the royal nauies firil incounter'd % Pojl. From Doner cliff we might difcern them join 'Twixt that and Calice ; there the fight begun. Sir Francis Drake, Vice-Admiral, was firft Gaue an onfet to this great Armadoof Spaine; The manner thus. With twenty-fiue fail, Thofe fliips of no great burden, yet well mann'd, For in that dreadful confli^^t ioy^ or none Of your fliips royal came within the fight, This Drake., I fay, (whofe memory fliall Hue While this great world, he compafl firil., fhall lafl) Gaue order that his fquadrons, one by one, Should follow him fome diflance, flears his courfe, But none to flioote till he himfelf gaue fire. Forward he fleer'd. as far before the refl As a good musket can well beare at twice. And as a fpy comes to furuay their fleet, Which feeniM like a huge city built on the fea. They fliot, and fliot, and emptied their broadfides At his poor fingle veffel : he failes on. Yet all this while no fire was feene from him. The refl behind, longing for adlion, Tliought he had beene turn'd coward, that had done All this for their more fafety. He now finding Mofl of their prefcnt fury fpent at him, 7. 2 340 If you know not me, Fires a whole tyre at once, and hauing emptied A full broadfide, the reft came vp to him, And did the like, vndaur.ted. Scarce the lafl Had pad by them, but Drake had clear' d the fea ; For, ere th' vnvveildly veffels could be flirr'd, Or their late emptied ord'nance charg'd agen, He takes aduantage both of winde and tide, And the fame courfe he took in his progreffe. Doth in his backe returne keepe the fame order, Scouring along, as if he would befiege them With a new wall of fire, in all his fquadrons Leauing no charge that was not brauely mann'd : Infomuch, that blood as vifibly was feene To pour out of their portholes, in fuch manner As after fhowres i' th' city, fpouts fpill raine. And thus Drake bad them welcome : what after happen'd, Such a huge cloud of fmoke inviron'd vs. We could not well difcouer. Qiieen. There's for thy fpeed ; And England ne'er want fuch a Drake at neede. Enter the Second Pojl. Th'art welcome : what canfL thou rv,".„.c. Touching this naval conflict 1 2. PoJl. Since Drake's firil onfet, and our fleete retir'd. The Spanifh nauy, being linckt and chain'd Like a half moon, or to a full bent bow, Attend aduantage ; where, amongfl the reft. Sir Alartin Eurbifher, blinded with fmoake. By chance is fallen into the midil of them. Still fighting 'gainfl extremity of odds. Where he, with all his gallant followers. Are folded in deaths arms. Queen. If he furuiue, he fliall be nobly ranfom'd : If he be dead, Yet he fliall hue in immortality. you know no body. 341 How fares our Admiral ? 2. Pojl. Erauely he dire6ls, And with much judgment. England neuer bred Men that a fea-fight better managed. Queen. It cheers my blood ; and if fo Heaven be pleas'd, For lome neglected duty in ourfclf, To punifli vs with lolle of thefe braue fpirits, His will be done ; yet will we pray for them. What fays valiant Lejler % Thou wilt not leaue vs, wait tliou % lookfl thou pale ? What fays old Hiiufdon 1 nay, He f[)eake thy part : Thy hand, old lord, I'm fure I haue thy heart. IIuiis. Both hand and heart. Enter the Third Pojl. Queen. Before thou fpeak'll, take that : if he be dead. Our felfe will fee his funerall honoured. 3. PoJl. I then proceed thus ; when the great gallianes And galhaffes had inviron'd them, The vndaunted Eiirbijher, though round befet, Cheer'd vp his foldiers, and w^ell mann'd his fights, And flanding barehead brauely on the decke, When murdering fliot, as thick as April's hail, Swoong by his ears, he waned his warlike fword, Firing at once his tyres on either fide With fuch a fury that he brake their chaines, Shatter'd their decks, and made their floutell fliips Like drunkards reel, and tumble fide to fide. Thus in war's fpight and all the Spaniards feoff, He brought both Ihip and fouldiers brauely off Queen. \\'ar's fpight, indeed ; and we, to do liim right, Will call tlic Ihip he fought in 7'/ie M'arrcs-f/^ii^lit, Now, countrymen, ihall our fpirits here on land Come Ihort of theirs fo much admir'tl at fea ? 342 If you know not me, If there be any here that harbour feare, We giue them Hberty to leaue the campe, And thank them for their abfence. A march, lead on ! we'le meet the vvorfl can fall ; A march luithin. A maiden Queene is now your generall. As they march about the Jiage, Sir Francis Drake and Sir Martin Furbifher ??icet them 2vith Spa?iiJJi enfigns in their hands, and drum and colmirs before them. Queen. What meanes thofe Spanifh enfignes in the hands Of Englifh fubieas ? Drake. Gracious Queene, They fhow that Spaniards' liues are in the hands Of Ejigland''s foueraign. Qiieeii. England s God be praifed ! But, prethee, Drake (for well I know thy name. Nor will I be vnmindful of thy worth) Briefly rehearfe the danger of the battle ; Till FurbiJJier was refcued we haue heard. Drake. We then retir'd ; and after counfell call'd, We fluft eight empty hoys with pitch and oil, And all the ingredients aptefl to take fire. And fent them where their proud Armado lay. The Spaniard, now at anchor, thought we had come For parley, and fo rode fecure ; but when They beheld them flame like to fo many bright bon- fires, Making their fleete an Etna like themfelues. They cut their cables, let their anchors fink, Burying at once more wealth within the fea, Then th' Indies can in many years reRore. Now their high built and large capacious bottomcs Being by this means vnaccommodated, Like to fo many rough, vnbridled ftecds, Command themfelues, or rather are comniandtxl. you know no body. 343 And hurried where th' inconflant windes (hall pleafe. Some fell on quickfands, others brake on fhelues : Medina, their great Grand and General, We left vnto the mercy of the fea ; Do7i Pedro., their high admirall, we tooke, With many knights and noblemen of Spaine, Who are by this time landed at St. Margrets, From whence your admirall brings them vp by land, And at St. 'J^mnes's means to greet your grace. Queen. Next vnder Heauen your valours haue the praife ! But prethee, Drake, Giue vs a brief relation of thofe fhips, That in this expedition were employ 'd Againfl the Spanifh forces 'i Drake. The Elizabeth J^onas, Triumph, the White Beare, The Mer Honora, and the Viftory ; Arch Raleigh, Da Repulfe, Garland, Warres-fpight, The Mary Rofe, the Bonaventure, Hope, The Lion, Rainbow, Vantguard, Nonpareil, Dreadnought, Defiance, Swiftfure, Atitilach, The Whale, the Scout, Achates, the Reuenge. Queen. Drake, no more. — Where'er this nauy fhall hereafter faile, O may it with no lefs fucceffe preuail : Difmiffe our campe, and tread a royal march Toward St. 'J^ames's, where in martial order We'le meete and parley our Lord Admiral. As for thofe enfigns, let them be fafely kept, And giue commandment to the Deane of PauPs He not forget, in his next learned fermon. To celebrate this conquefl at Pauls crofs ; And to the audience in our name declare Our thanks to Heauen, in vniuerfal prayer. For though our enemies be ouerthrown, 'Tis by the hand of Heauen, and not our own. One found a call. — Now louing countrymen, Call. And fellow foldiers, merited thanks to all. 344 If you know not me. We here difmiffe you, and diffolue our campe. Omnes, Long Hue, long raign our Queene Elizabeth ! Queen. Thankes, general thanks : Towards London march wee to a peaceful throne : We vvifh no warres, yet we mud guard our owne. Exeunt omnes. F I N I S. 345 APPENDIX. [The following is the conclufion of the Second part of " If You know not Me, You know Nobody," as it flands in the editions of 1606, 1609, and 1623,] A peale of Chambers. Enter Queen., Hunfdon, Lecefler, Drum, Colours, and Souldiers. Queen. A fland, there, lords ! Whence comes this found of fhot ? Lei. Pleafe it your maiefly, tis thought the Fleete Lately difcouered by your fubiecl Fleming, Riding along the coafls of France and Dunka-k, Is met and fought with by your Admirall. Queen. Heauen profper his proceedings ! Harke, my lords ; Still it increafeth. Oh, had God and nature Giuen vs proportion man-like to our mind, Wede not fland here, fenc't in a wall of arms, But haue been prefent in thefe fea alarms. Ilunf. Your royal refolution hath created New f])irits in our fouldiers brefls, and made Of one man three. 346 If you know not me^ Enter a Pojl. Queen. Make way, there ! — What's the newes % PoJl. Your royal fleet bids battell to the Spa- niards, Whofe number with the aduantage of the winde, Giues them great odds ; but the vndaunted worth And well knowne valour of your Admirall, Sir Francis Drake, and Martin Furbi/Iter, Giues vs affured hope of viclory. Queen. Where did the royal nauies firil encoun- ter ? Fq/i. From Doner cliffs we might difceme them joine, But fuch a cloud of fmoake enuirond them, We could difcouer nought of their proceedings ; For the great Spanijh fleet had winde and tide. God and good hearts fl.and on your Graces fide. Queeji. There's for thy newes. — He that firfl lent me breath, Stand in the right of wrong'd Elizabeth Omnes. God and his angels, for Elizabeth. Enter another Foil. Queen. Welcome, a God's name ! What's the newes, my friend % Alas, good man, his looks fpeake for his tongue. How flands the fea-fight ? Pojl. MofL contrarious. The SpaniOi fleet, cafl in a warlike ranke, Like a half moon, or to a full bent bow, Wait for aduaniage : when, amongfl. the reft, Sir Martin FurbiJJicr, blinded with fmoake, And fir'd in heart with emulating honour, Gaue the proud Spaniard a broadfide of fliot : But being within the compaffe of their danger. The diflant corners of their gripled fleet Circled him round. This valiant FiirhiJJier. you know no body. 347 With all his braue and gallant followers, Are folded in deaths armes. Queen. If he furuiue, He (hall be nobly ranfom'd : if he die, He liues an honour to his nation. How fares our Admiral ? Pojl. Brauely he fights : Directs with judgement and with heedful! care Offends the foe. England nere bred Men that a fea fight better managed. Qiieefi. It cheers my blood : and if my God be pleafed. For fome negledled duty in ourfelfe, To punifh vs with loffe of them at fea. His will be done : yet will we pray for them. If they returne, ourfelfe will be the firfl. Will bid them welcome. — What fays valiant Lccejler 1 Thou wilt not leaue me, wilt thou 1 Uofl thou looke pale? What fays old Hun/don 1 — Nay ; He fpeak thy part. Thy hand, old Lord ; I am fure I haue thy heart. Hunf. Both hand and heart. A 7ioife within^ crying A Furbifher. Enter a Captain. Queen. Then let both heart and hand Be brauely vfed, in honour of our land. Before thou fi)eakfl, take that : if he dead, A Queen will fee his funeral honoured. Cap. When the foes flaips Had grafpt his fhips within a fleely girdle, The valiant Captain, ouercharg'd with her, Hauing no roome for cowardize or fear, Gaue all his Ordinance a gallant charge, Cheer'd vp his fouldiers, man'd vp his figlits, And Handing barehead brauely on the dccke, ^Vhc;n dangerous fliot, as thick as April hailc. 348 If you know not me, Dropt by his eares, he wau'd his warlike fword, And, with a bold defiance to the foe, The watchword given, his ordnance let fly With fuch a fury, that it broke their rankes, Shatterd their fides, and made their warlike (hips Like drunkards reele, and tumble fide to fide : But to conclude, fuch was the will of heauen, And the true fpirit of that gentleman, That, bemg thought hopeleffe to be preferued, Yet, in wars fpight, and all the Spaniards feoff, He brought his fhip and fouldiers brauely off. Queen. Wars fpight, indeed ! and we, to do him right, The fhip he faild in, fought in, call Wars fpight. — Now, noble fouldiers, rouze your hearts, like men To noble refolution : if any here There be that loues vs not, or harbour feare, We giue him liberty to leaue our campe Without difpleafure. Our armies royall, fo be equal our hearts ; For with the meanefl here He fpend my blood, And fo to lofe it count my onely good. — A march, lead on, weele meet the worft can fall : A maiden-Queen will be your General. TJuy mareh one 7vay out. At the other doorc, enter Sir Francis Drake, ivith colours and etifignes taken front, the Spaniards, What mean thefe SpattiJJi enfignes in the hands Of Eni^lijli fubiecls ? Drake. Honorable Queen, They fhew that Spaniards Hues are in the hands Of Englands foueraign. Qiceen. £nglands God be praifd ! But prethee Drake, for well I know thy name, And lie not be unmindful of thy worth. Briefly rehearfe the danger of the battell, Till FurbiJJier was refcued we haue heard you know no body. 349 Drake. The danger after that was worfe than then. Valour on both fides flroue to rife with honor, As is a pair of balance, once made euen, So flood the day, inclind to neyther fide. Sometimes we yeelded ; but like a ramme That makes returnment to redouble flrength, Then forc'd them yeeld ; when our Lord Admirall Following the chafe, Pedro their Admiral, With many knights and captaines of acconnt, Were by his noble deeds tane prifoners. And vnder his conduct are fafely kept. And are by this time landed at S. Margrets : From whence they meane to march along by land, And at S. jfavics heele greete your Maielly. Thefe Spani/JL enfigns, tokens of our conc^uefl, Our captaines tooke from off their batter'd fliips : Such as flood out, we funke ; fuch as fubmitted, Tafled our Englijli mercy, and furuive, Vaffals and prifoners to your foueraigntie. Queen. Next vnder God your valors haue the praife : Difmifs our campe. and tread a royall march Towards S. Javics, where, in martiall order, Weele meet and parley our Lord Admiral, And fet a ranfomc of his prifoners. As for thofe enfignes, fee them fafely kept ; And giue commandment to the Deane of Po7^'lcs He not forget, in his next learned fermon, To celebrate tliis comiueft at Ptn^'Ics CroJ'fc \ And to the audience in our name declare Our thankes to heauen in vniuerfal prayer : For though our enemies be ouerthrown, Tis by tlie hand of heauen, and not our own. On ! found a call I — Now louing countrymen, vSubiecls, and fellow fouldiers, that haue left Your weeping wines, your goods, and children, And laid your Hues vpon the edge of death, For good of /://;'^/(i'//i7 and l-.iizalhih, 350 If you know not me^ We thanke you all. Thofe that for vs would bleed, Shall finde vs kinde to them, and to their feed. We here difmiffe you, and difmiffe our campe. Againe we thanke you : pleafeth God we Hue, A greater recompence then thanks weele giue. All. Our Hues and Huings for Elizabeth. Quern. Thankes ; general thankes. — Towards London march we to a peaceful! throne : We wifh no wars, yet we muft guard our owne. Exeunt. FINIS. ^^^ ^^Fi ^^ ^H ^^M ^M Epilogue. The Princcffe young Elizabeth y'have fccnc In her minority, and fincc a Queenc, A Subje(5l, and a Soveraigne : in th' one A pittied Lady : in the royall Throne A potent Queene. It now in you doth red To know, in which flie hath dcmcand her befl. NOTES AND ILLUSTRATIONS. Page i. The Firjl and Second parts of King Edward the Fourth. Reprinted for the Shakefpeare Society in 1842, "from the unique black letter fiift Edition of 1600, collated with one other in black letter, and with thofe of 1619 and 1626; with an Intro- ducftion and Notes by Barron Plcld." Thefe notes we have laid extenfively under contribution in the enfuing pages. In the black letter edition of 1605, the word "God" is frequently changed into "Cock" i!i evafion of the ftatute of 3 Jac. I, then newly paffed. Il is almoft needleis to fay that the original word has been invariably reftored in the prefeul reprint. Pack 6. A fit of mirth. As oppofcd to a conlinuance. The phrafe occurs in Putten- hain's Art of I£u,;i!/Ji 7'r',-/.'V, 15S9, where the author ip(.-ak> of " blintl harpers, or fuch like tavern-minftrels, that gix'c a fit of mirth for a groat." Thy word aV refers to the portion.-^ or paules in .1 ballad or romance. Pagi-: 7. Faicoiiiirhli^r. "The perlon here nicaiiT ua.-. 'l'lii>ni:i> N (.■\ il, baflaril Ion lo I.;.rd i-\-,iL'i.iiljiii!t'e ; ' a .n;in faw- lKii:> -ji im lei- c.M;'ML;e lIk-" 354 audacity, that a more meter could not be chofen to fet all the worlde in a broyle, and to put the eflate of the realme on an yl hazard.' He once brought his fliips up the Thames, and with a confiderable body of the men of Kent raid I'^liex, made a ipirited affault on the City, with a view to plunder and pillage, which was not repelled but after a fliarp conflict and the lofs of many lives ; and had it happened at a more critical period, might have been attended with fatal confequences to Edward. After roving on the fea fome little time longer, he ventured to land at Southampton, where he was taken and beheaded." — Ritfon. It appears from both the Camden Society's publications, hereafter quoted, that he was taken at Sandv.-ich. Page io. At Leadcnhall, wc U fell pcarles by the pecke. Leadenhall was a public granary. Pace ii. Birchin lanejluill fuite vs. ?.^. fhall furnifh us vi'ith fuits of clothes. Birchin Lane was the Monmouth Street of the city. It was not inhabited by the mercers and woollen-drapers, as flated l?y Mr. Rimbault in his notes to Follie' s Anato?iiie, but by " the frip;perers or upholders, that fold old apparel and houfehokl fluff" The mercers, as appears both from Stow and from tliis play, lived in Cheapfide. See Tlie Royall K'uig and the Loyall Subject, ^ioX. vi., p. 13. Page 15. ClappcnhJgin. A cant term for a beggar, ingeriiouily derived ly ^Ir. Collier from knocking the clapdidi (which beggars carried) v.ith a knife or dudgeon. Page 19. And cutting of titroats be cried havock. See Coriolaniis, var. ed., acl iii. fccne i. Crying hazvckhy the conqueror was the converfe of crying quarter by tlie conquere. VI eg- holly. Probably a contraction or corruption for the Virgin Mar}-. Pagi; 41. by the moufefeot. " I know a man tliat will never fwear but by cock and pyc, or vioufe-foot. I hope you will not fay th.efe be oaths."' — The Plaine Mails Pathicay to Heaven. By Arthur Dent. 1601. lb. thefe eourtnols. This word occurs in the old ballad of the Kin^e, and the MtUer of Mansfield, and is a conteniptuous word for courtier — court- noodle, ^o grout-zioll mtiaws g?vl/'c-te/le. See Shenoood. 1'a(;e 42. //is Maie'ly ; .Mlhtjugl; .Mi-. Douce ha^ Ihuun that ll;e v.ijnl iin'jjly was oc- 357 Cafionally applied to kings, long before ihe reign of James T., a few years previous to which this play was written, yet War- burton is probably right in faying that this king was the firft in England that affumed the words facrcd majcjly as a fettled flyle, to the exclufion of highiufs and grace, which were previoufly em- ployed, at the option of the fpeaker. Thus, indifcriminately, Shakefpeare ufes all thefe words, making his hiflorical charac- ters fj)eak the language of his, and not of their own, time ; and it is therefore perfedlly natural that the Tanner of Ileywood's days fhould not know what "his majefty " means, and, like Falflaff, fliould quibble at the word i^racc. Page 42. Doft thou not kno7o me '■ Then thou knowejl nobody. The fame words are fpoken by Hobfon to the Queen in Heywocxl's Elizabeth, to which they form the fecond title. Vide fupra, p. 317. Page 43. Gods blue biidkiti. This may be called the oathkin of Odsbodikins, or by God's body. The epithet blue is analogous to the French ventre bleu, or mor- bleu. Page 44. my mare knowcs ha and i-ee. Ar and re are the words one hears from the mnlc-drivevs all day long in Spain, where the verb to drroe is arrear. Page 45. Nay thats counfel. I.e., that'.-, a fccret. Yorke, Yorke, for my niony. See this old fong in Ritfon's Xorthern Garlands. Page 47. kij^s the toll. Thi^ was :i by-vorJfur licirig (liutinii. See Ilaiiglitoii and 358 Chettle's Patient Griffll, Every Man in his Humour, acfl iii. fcene 3. A Woman Kiltd with Kindnsfs, Heywood, vol. ii. Tage 51. condition fhe had all. It was not uncommon, in familiar language, to omit the word tipon. See Gifford's Marfui'^er, vol. iv. p. 488. Page 52. gra7nercies. Grande ?nerci, French, many thanks. Page 64. If any gallant Jlriuc to have the vjall. In Heywood's days, and long afterwards, a contefl for tlie wall-fide, in walking the ftreets, was an uncivil charafteriflic of the metropolis. '., foolifh. Page 65. He 'iuere too fo?:d, &c Page 69. Or'hat we fliould now call rjerlajlin;] Polling v.-as a poll-tax ; a fuljfjdy was ihe fifth part (jf a man's land and goods, accordiiig to a low valuaiion ; and for fifteens. fee Collier's Shal:efpcar,, v.j], v. p. 397. Ih. Jiy my Jialiduuie. " This Mr. kitfori explains, by viy holy dooiii, or (cnlencc at the refurrec51io;i, from the Saxon haligduui ; but the uord dee:; not ajjpcar to have had fuch a meaning. It r.mlicr fignifies Juli- ■nef, or Jion.fly. It Hkewilc denoted a ficniment, a fanctuary, relics rif fain;^. or any tl;;r,L', h()!\-. !i feen'.- in later 1 in\e- io 359 have been corrupted into holidiune, as if it exprcffcd the holy Virgin. Thus we have So help me God ajid hollidame ! See Bul- lein's Book of the iife of ftcke tnen, 1579, fo. 2." — Douce. Mr. Crabb Robinfon alfo rejects a'ww, ox judgment, andconfiders dom as a mere fuffix, correfponding with the German thum, in which language heiligthum is the ordinary word {ox find nary, or holy place or thing. Thum, in German, anfwers to our dom in Chriflcndom, kingdom, freedom, wifdom. By my halido?n, there- ft)re, means by my goodnefs, by my hoUnefs ! The Englifh dic- tionaries attribute the fuflix dom to the Saxon word for dominion, or doom ; but this is doubtful. Page 72. Dyhell here in Caperdochy. This is fome cant term for a prifon, and is not met with elfe- where, Oidflep the king be miferable. Unlefs the King be compaffionate. Pack 80. That Jioiicfl, merty hanginati, hou) doth he ? ILinginan was a term of endearment, and this explains the following paffage in Mitch Ado about Nothing, acl iii. fcene 2. " He hath twice or thrice cut Cupid's bowftring, and the little hangman dare not flioot." So in Love's Labour I^ofl, acl v. fcene 2. " Cupid a boy, Ay, and a flirewd unhappy ^i^'-rt/wwj too," Tan-vat, or tan-jut. Neuf.? Page 90. tail- fat. Page 92. Nufe. Page 106. cro7i'ues of tiie J ifiutc. Mr. Douce fays theTc were ^'old, oi-i.^niially coined by Louis \I,an(! I'luU ilicn- name \ia,. iLri\\.'.i Tim:!! tlie mint-uiark oi a Tui;. 'J'I'ry were eurrcn: in v:..^. k.u..;u.jiii Ly '•VL!.;!i;, i,.: cc.iaui 36o Englifh coins were in France. See alfo Gifford's Maffiiiger, vol. i. p. 131. Page 107. Sonirivhat, it giucs me, you will bring from thence. i.e., my mind gives me, or mifgives me. Page 109. a couple of capons, too, enery year befide. This is a common rcfervation in old leafes, befidcs the rent. Page hi. Played John. Contemporary plays are full of playing Jack and playing the flouting Jack. The allufion here is to the fong fo named : ' ' Shee euerie day fmgs John for the King." — Sharpman'' s Fleire, fig. F. ed. 1610. Page 117. Hypocnte. The black letter edition of 1613, and the roman of 1626, read heretic. The other various readings are fo numerous and fo trivial, that we have not noted them. Page 162. Spuria vitulaniina, &c. This text is from the Vulgate verflon of the Wfiom of Solo- ?non, iii. 4. Page 186. Shore's Ditch. The old ballad of Jane Shore has the fame idea ; but the place was fo called hundreds of years before. See Stow's Sui-vey of London, Thorns' ed., p. 158, and Fuller's Wo7-thies, Middhfex. A ditch, oxfemer, is vulgarly called ■a.fhore. Hey wood has taken his facfls from the old ballad, and not from hiflory. Jane Shore was living thirty years after the death of Edward IV., when Sir Thomas More wrote his Hiflory of Richard III. It appears, from a letter of King Richard's in the Ilarlcian MSS. (Percy's Reliqucs, ii. 405), that, while (lie was imprifoncd, the folicitor- general wifhed to marry her, and that the king would have releafed her for that jjurpofe, if the learned gentleman could not be diffuaded from the match. Shore is in that letter called IVilliatu ; but Ileywood lia> flric"tly followed the names and tragedy of llie old ballad. 36i Pack 189. If you k9!(ru< not mc, you kno^a no bodu. The two hiftorica! Plays on the Lite ami Reign of Queen EHzabeth, with an Introducflion and Notes by Mr. J. Payne Collier, were printed for the Shakefpeare Society in 1851. Page 191. A Proloi^te to the Play of Queenc Elizabeth. From Ileywood's Pkafant Dialogues and Drainrna' s, 1637, p. 248. Page 196. And made firft head with you at Fromagham. Queen Mary fought flielter in Framlingham Caflle, while the Duke of Northumberland was endeavouring to enforce the claim of Lady Jane Grey. " When the Lady Mary received the news of her brother's death, having long before been acquainted with the Duke of Northumberland's fecret pradlices, flie judged it un- fafe to remain near London, where her enemies were in full power ; and, therefore, pretending a fear of the plague, by reafon of the fudden death of one of her domeflics, fhe withdrew from vSt. Edmund's Bury, (her abode at that lime) and in one day oime to Framlingham Caflle, in the county of Suffolk, about four fcore miles from London, and not far from the fea ; by which, if the extremity of her fears required it, flie might have an eafy paffage to France At the fame time, news was brought that the people of Norfolk and Suffolk had taken llieir oaths to her." — Bijlwp God'i^>in, m K'ennett, ii., 329. Stow fays — "By this time word was brought to the Tower that the Lady Mary was fled to Framlingham Caflle, in Suffolk, where the people of the country almofl wholly iclorted to her." — Annales, 1615, p. 1032. In the Old copies of this play, the name of the place IS printed •' Fr(jniaghani," according to the ruftic and local jjronunciation. Wiats expedition. This allr.hou lu the :r-i„;- liiat ::.:.':.• !.•■ i\<:^clled avandl ];ur. ;t iJiXil 363 m her, howfocver, no fmall amazcmcnl ; but ere flicc coultl well recoUecft herfclfe, a great rapping was heard at the gate. Shec fending to demand the caufe thereof, inflead of returning an anfwer, the Lords (lept into the houfe, without demanding fo much as leave of the porter, and coming into the hall, where they met miflrefs Afliley, a gentlewoman that attended her, they willed her to inform her Lady that they had a nieffage to deliver from the Queene. The Gentlewoman went up and told her what they had faid, who ient them word back by her againe, that it being then an unfcafonable time of the night, flie in her bed and dangeroully ficke, to inlreate them, if not in courtefie, yet for modeflies fake, to defer the delivery of tht-ir meflage till morning ; but they, without further reply, as fliee was returning to the Princeffes chamber, followed her up flairs and jjreffed in after her, prefenting themfelves at her bedfide. At which fight flie was fuddenly moved, and told lliem that fne was not v^ell pleafed witii their uncivill intrufion. Tlicy, by her low and faint fpeech perceiving her debilitie and weaknefs of body, defircd her grace's pardon, (the Lord Tame fpeaking m excufe of all the reft) and told lier they were forry to find fuch infirmitie upon her, efpecially fmee it was the Queene? exprefs pleafure that the feventh of that prefent moneth fliee muft appeare before her Ma- jeftie, at her Court necre Weflminfter. To whom flie anfwercd that the Queen had not a fubjecl in the wl^olc kingdom more ready or willing to tender their fervicc and loyalty to her Ifigliiieffe than herfelfe ; yet hoped, wilhall, in regard of her prefent difal-ility, tliey wlio were eye-witneffcs of her wcake eRate might m their own charily and gouthiefs difpeiifc with their extremity of b.all ; but the liall was fuch raid thj exiremitie fo great, t'lat their Com- miflion was to lirinL^ lv_-i cither alive or dead. A fore Commiffion it is, faid ll'iee. liercup;;;i tliey confulte.l with, lier I'liyfiiians, charging tb.oni on llicir allegiance to rciulve them whether fiic might be removed thence willmul innninent perill of her life. L'^pon conference togetl'.er they relumed anfwer lliat file might untlergo that journey without dealh, tliough not without s^eat danger, her infirmity being hazar'Ifull, but iivjt murir.!!. Thei; opinions tlius delivered, they told her rv^xx- that the nu;(l of iieceliity prepare herfelfe fur the iH.in-ow'- JMuniey." — I'age 96, cVc. it wi,; !., fee;>. byilie .dvive 'r:..t.- ii-;- \h-v Ibv-vnud ufe^ 364 fome of the vei-y fame expreffions he had employed in his play,. nnd fuch will be found to be the cafe hereafter. Page 200. Enter Elizabeth in her bed. Meaning, no doubt, that the Princefs, ill in her bed, was thruft out upon the flage, and the fcene immediately fuppofed to be a bed-room. So, in A Woman Killed luith Kitidnefs, we have " Enter Mrs. Frankford in her bed." Pack 201. Enter Queen Majy, Fhihp, &c. The fcene is here transferred to Winchefter, whither Mary had gone to meet Philip, and where they were married. Page 202. Philip and Alary, by the grace of God, &c. Stow gives their "flyle"as follows — "Philip and Mary, by the grace of God, King and Queen of England, France, Naples, Hierufalem, and Ireland, Defenders of the Faith, Princes of Spain and Sicily, Archdukes of Auflrich, Dukes of Milan, Bur- gundy and Brebant, Counties of Afpurge, Flanders, and Tyroll." — Annates, 1057. Bifliop Godwin adds that the flyle was pro- claimed in Latin, French, and Englifh. Page 203. The hventy-fifth day of this month, July. St. James'? day : Heywood is very ])articular and accurate in this date, Page 204. What fejlivall, &c. Thefe two Imes, in edit, 1632, are made part of the Queen's fpeech. lb. And perjedl, as you rjer lui^'e bten. This line, like many others, is incurably defeclive. Edit. 1605 reads, " And perfecT: as you ever have delivered been," Ed. 1623 "as you have ever ])eene.'' 3^5 Pa(;f, 205. /;/ this cntcrprifc, ami you aslcc vlty. " And ask you why " — edit. itoj. The defcclivc metre might be fet right by inferting " my" before oikrprifc. Pa(;k 205 — 206. Enter IVincheflcr, Snffex, Hcnuard, Tame, Shmtdoyfe, ami Conjlable. Sitjs. All forbcare this place, viileffe the Priucefs. Winch. Madam. We from the (^ueen are join'd in full commiffion. They fit : Jhe kneeles. Sujs. By your fauour, good my lord. Ere you proceed. — Madam, although this place Doth tye you to this reuerence, it becomes not, You being a Princefs, to deiecl; your knee. " Upon the Friday before Palme Sunday, the Bifli. of Win- chefler, with nine more of the Council, convented her : teing come before them, and offering to kneele, the Earl of Suffex would by no means fuffer her, but commanded a chayre to bee brought in for her to fit on. Gardiner, Bifliop of Winchefler, and then Lord Chancellor, taking upon him to be the mouth of the refl, began very fliarjily to reprove her (as if ihe had becne already convidled) for having a hand in Wial's rebellion ; to whom flic mildly anfweied, with a modeft liroteflalion, that fliee had never had the leafl knowledge of his practice and proceedings : for proofe whereof, faid (liee, 'when Wyat at his death was by fome malicious enemies of mine demanded whether I was any way knowing or acceffary to hi> infurreclion, even at the parting of life anil body, having prepared his foule forhea\-en, when no dif- fimulalion can be fo much as fufpec'led, even then he ])ronounce (lucllioiuxl abou.i a (lirring in tlie W'cfl, rais'd by Sir Peter ( 'arcw, bi\i aiifwci-ed to ev.ry pnnicular fo diftiiicUy, that ihey CDUii! iidi lake \\nV\ of tlu' Ic-ill. c'rcuinflance, whereby the)- rnii-lu a;;v \\;iv llrciu'llieii ilnii withdraw herielfe from the vioiciice of the Horn' intt.' fome ilicller, »" whom flic aiifwered, 369 I had lietter to fit here then in a worfer place ; for Ood know- eth, not I, whitlier you intend to lead me.' " — EHi^laiuVs Eliza- hdh, page 123. Page 214. " Elder Gage. (lage. My Lords, the JViiircJJe humbly entreats That her cnonc fcnuxnts inay bcare up her diet, &c. " She was ftill kept clofe prifoner : the Conflable of the Tower, then Lord Chamberlaine, would not fufifer her own fervants to carry up her dyet, but put it into the hands of rude and unman- nerly foldiers, of which flie comi^laining to her Gentleman Uiher to have that ahufe better ordered, the Lieftenant not only de- nyed to fee it remedied, but threatened him with imprifonment, if he againe did but urge fuch a motion : neither would he fuffer her own cooks to drcfs her dyet, but mingled his own fervants with hers." — Em^laiur s Elizabeth, jjage 114. V r.\oE 216. Gives ihein v\\c petitioN. Gives them a petition, edit. 1605. i'Ac;!' 218. Tliefe knaves loiH iel upon I'leir prtviled^'e. The word "jet" hardly requires explanation. It is from Jitter, Frencli, and iignifies to fwagger, or throw onefelf alR)ut, alfuming fali'c conlequence. It is of conftant occurrence in almoll every old author. Vm.v. 220. Eater Wincheftcr, beningfiekl, and Tame. A/ddt!///, the Qiieetu; out of her royal bounty, Hath freed yoH frotn ttie thraldom of the Voioer, &c. Stow tells us, " (Jn the 19th May, Lady I'lhzabcth was con- veyed from the Tower of London, by water, to Kiciiniond ; from thence ti^ Windfor ; and fo, by the Lord Williams, 10 Ricote, in Oxfurdlhire ; and from thence to Woodftock." — - Annales, 1056. '• h'rom thence (the Tower) [tlw'v] comx-yci! her to \\'i«)'!ib)ck, under the conduct and cl;iir;'c of S'llciiiv l'.eniniiL;l;cM, v'.)t:i 370 whom was joyned in Commiflion Sr John Williams, the Lord of Tame, and a hundred Northern Blew-Coates to attend them. Thefe . prefenting themfelves before her, fhe inflanlly appre- hended them to be htr new guardians ; but at the fight of Sr Henry, whom flie had never till that time feene, flie fodainly flarted backe, and called to one of the lords, privately demand- ing of him, whether the fcaffold were yet ftanding wliereon the innocent Lady Jane had not long before fuffered ? He refolved her that upon his honour it was quite taken downe, and that no memorial thereof was now remaining. Then fhee beckoned an- other noble-man un^o her, and asked of him what S>" Henry was ? if he knew him ? or if a private murther was committed to his charge, whether he had not the coufcience to performe it ? An- fwer was made that he was a man \\\\o\w the Queene refpedled, and the Chancellour much k.vonv&di.'" —England's Elizabeth, page 146. Page 221. Is yet the fcaffold Jlanding on Toiler Hill, Whereon young Guilford and the Lady Jane Didfiffer death 'f Heywood here mifreprefents the facl:, for L:^dy Jane (jrey was not executed on Tou'cr Hill, but within the Tower, on the 12th February, 1554 — 5. Tagk 222. Enter Elizabeth, lieningheld, Gage, and Tame. Omnes! The Lord preferve thy fiveet Grace! Eliz. What are thef> Gage. The townefnen of the country, &c. "The next morning, liic co;inlry people, undcrRaiiding v/hicli way file was to take her journey, had affeinl'ltMl themfelves in divers places, feme praying for her jirefervation and Iil;erty ; utlicrs prefenled her witli nofegayes, and fuch cxjireffion of tlieir loves as the countrey afforded. The iuliabilaiUs of UL-iidibour villages conmianded tlie I>els to be rung; fiuliat, witli the louJ acclama- tions of People, and the found of Pels, ilie very a\ re did eechio with the ])rcfL'r\'ati(in of fdizabcth. Vv'iiicli being ];erceivcd by Si- Henry PenningheJd, h.e cahed ihei^i reije!> and iraytor,--, Ijcat- ing them back with. hi,> trunclie(jn. /\.- fur die ringers, ;;e m:ide then- l.ali.^ r;r:u ncnjne li.fire liivv were reiealed out (jf the llueks. 371 The Princeffe intreatcd him in their bchalfc, and dcfired that he would defifl from the rigour ufcd lo the people At every word he fpokc he ftill had up his CommifTion, which the Priucefs, taking notice of, told him he was no better than her Coaler. The very name of Coaler moved his jiatience ; but knowing not how to mend himfelfe, he humbly intreatcd her grace not to ufe that name, it being a name of diflionour, a fcar:- dall to his gentry. — ' It is no matter,' (faid (lie) ' Sir lienry ; me- thinkes that name and your nature agree vrell together. Let me not heare of that word Commiffion : as oft as you but nominate your Commiffion, fo oft will I call you Caoler.' As flie paffed along towards Windfor, divers of her fcrvants, feeing her paffe fo fadly by the way, being fucli as had been formerly difchargcd at the diffolution of her houfehold, rcqueflcd her CJrace that flie v."ould vouehfafe lo refolve them whitlicr flie was carrycd ? to whom flie fent back an aufwer in thefe two narrow words, Tanqnain O-'is. — England's Elizabeth, page 155. Page 223. Enter Bei:in:;fielil, &^c. We mufl fuppofe that the fceiie here changes to the houfe of Lord Tame. Page 224. -E'///t7- Ijcningfield and li.irwick, his ;n:iii.. 15EMNG. Ilanjiek, is t/iis iJie eiuure of Jlite ? cVc. " Sir Ileniy being thus opporcd, went up into a chamber, [at the houfe of Lord Tame] v.iierc \\as prepared a cliayrc, tvai culhior.^, and a rich carpet lor her grace to fit in ; but lie, iin- ])atienl to fee Pacli princeiy furniture for her eiitcrtaiiinient, rather than hce fliould not bee taken uulice of, like Her. )iT;ratus, that fet liie Tenipie of Diana on fire onely to get liim a name, hec prefunnituoully file in the cliayre, and called one Uarwicke, lii- man, to pull off his l)coles : \>.-l!ich being known all fiver the houfe, he was well derided for his uncivil! behaviour," — En^- lauiTs Elizaluth, page r6o. IIV// faid, /;.:;■:« v,-/^. "Well faid" was, of oM, often vSrn {cr well i/'v;.'. See Shakcfiieare, edi!. (.'oilier, i;i., j() ; \\. ,5jo ; \i,, 337, iVe. 372 Page 224. Enter the E7igliJ]iman and Spayiiard. The fcene is here transferred to London — to Charing Crofs — where this rencontre is faid to have occurred. Page 225. Oh vojlro mandado, grand E^npcrato. Sic in orig. ; but perhaps we ought to read, Al vne/lro fnan- dato, ^ande Empa-ador. Heywood poffibly thought that vihat he wrote would pafs with his audience for fufficiently good Spanifli ; or, more probably, it was mifprinted by the old typo- grapher. Ih. Your grace may p7irchafe ^lOry from above. Edit. 1632 fubftitutes honour for " glory." lb. Then here to Jlay, and he a mutiner. Alutiner is the old word, in the fame way as Enginei- \x\. Ham- let, acfl iii. fc. 4. — " For 'tis the fport, to have the engitier Hoift with his own petar." Gabriel Harvey, in Pierce s Supererogation, 1593, calls Nafh " the dreadful enginer of phrafes." Modern editors have fubflituted " engineer," in the paffage in Hamlet, without reflecling what was the language of the time when Shakefpeare wrote. Page 226. Enter Elizabeth, Beningfield, Clarentia, Tame, Gage, and Barwickc. Eliz. What fearjul terror doth a£'aile viy heart ? Sec. " He [her Gentleman Ufher] found 8r Henry Benningfield and the Lord of Tame walking togetlier, and having fmgled out the L. of Tame, told him that the came of his coming was to L-e re- folved, whether there were any fccrct plot intended againfi her grace that night or no ? and if there v.x-re, th.at he and his fel- lows might know it, for they fliouid account themfelves happy to Irtfe their lives in her refcue. The L(. i-d;'. 16;:!. 376 Pack 23S. 'twas the xTixdiXJIunu. ^^-atv'? fhow, edit. 1632. Pack 240. Or elfe that Cardinal Poole is fodainly dead. Cardinal Pole did not, in facTt, die until feme hours after Queen Mary : however, Heywood, like other play-wrights of his day, did not profefs to treat matters hiflorically, but dramatically. Stow {Aniiaks, p. 1073) tells us that Pole died on the lame day as Queen Mary. Enter Elizabeth, Gage, and Clarentia, above. That is, we may prefume, in the balcoliy at the back of the old flage. Elizabeth was at Hatfield at the tim.e of the death of her fifter. The three bearers of the news of the acceffion of Eliza- beth muft have flood on the boards, and from thence addreffed the Queen in the balcony above. Pa(;e 241. Rife thou, fir^ Baron that ue ever made. Henry Carew (or Carey) fon and heir of William Carew, by Mary, daughter of the Earl of Wiltfliire, and fifter of Anne Boleyn, mother of lilizabeth, confequently firft coufin to the new Queen, was not, in fadl, created Baron Plunfdon until 13th January, 1559, Page 243. Enter the Clo^une and one more 7i>ith faggots. " One more" was the fmalleft number that would anfwer the purpofe, and perhaps the largeft number the company c(>\dd fl)are. And yet, viclluuke, ti.^ere fit. " But yet, nuthink, 'twere fit " — edit. 1632. PAf.K 244, .\'or doi I yon roiii»i:ud. "N(jr(,ln von iiiiiih commend '' — edit, 1652, 377 PAdK 244. .-/ Scnxd. I.e., ^ Jouihinti:; of tnuni^cts — fonictimes, |)crli;i[)s more pro- ])erly, printed, ■^JoiiHct. A(fi: iii. fc. i of /I,iirv I'J., Part II., opens with " A .Sennet." See alfu ILiiry VI 11. acl ii. fc. 4, wliich bcf^ins, " Trumpet.^ Sennet, and Cornet.s. " Page 246. Br'forc yoii Id that Piirfe and MiUC he bonie. It feenis doubtful to whom tlie (jueen adchx-ffes this and the three preceding lines. .Sir Nicholas Bacon was not made Keeper of the Great Seal till December 22, 155S : on the fecond day of lier reiijn (November 18, 1558) Elizabeth had taken it fr^tn Archbifliop Heath, having thus early determinetl that he Ihould not continue in office, although he v/as made one of her Privy Council. " The Purfe and Mace " fpoken of in the line we have ([uoted, might be the infignia of the Lord Cham- Ixirlain, but Lord Ilunfdou was not appointed to that office until afterwards : Lord Ilov.-ard of Effingham firfl filled that poft, accoriling to Camden's EHz.d'Lth. — Kcuiuit, ii., 369. Ih. St'?ifict about t/w Stage ui order. The Maior of London nieets them. AL\IOR. I from thii ritie, Lonilon, doi prefiif- Tliis pnrfe and du'de to your .Maifly, &c. " Piut being come to the Little C(.induit in Cheapc, fliee per- ceived an offer of I>ove, and demanded what it might fignify ? One told her (Irace that tb.oi'e v.'as placed Time. ' Time, Time ! (faid. iliee) 'and Time, I praife my Cod, liath brougb.t me hiil'.er. But what is ih.al other with the Boolce ?' Slie was refi)lved that it was Truth, tlie daughter of Time, prefeiiting tlie Bible in Lnglifli, wliereunto (he aiifv-cred, ' I ihanke the Citie fi)r this guift above all tivj reft : it is a Bonke winch I \',-ilI often audi often read over.' Ti^en (he commanded Sir John Pc-rr.>:, one of tl;e Knight- liiat hcM up ti;e Caivjpie, to go and receive the ihlile ; but liemg uil.irmed ti'.at it v.a.-. to l;ee let tlowiie uiUo her by a lilkcn llriiig, Iliee eonur,;;n;!cd iiim toft:!y. In the inicrini, ,1 I'url'e I'f g'.'id wa- iirefenltd by the Mecoidei'. in t;:e '!.,'l:alle ot tlie(-'i'\'. w'!icr; ihee ri-eiu-./d wi;h 'km" .iwiic ;i:uid. " — E>i.f,iua".'' E/^.ooe/'J. i).ige 234 378 Page 251, Adlus Primus. Scana Prima. This is the only mark of an ail or fcene in the whole play- but the divifions are ufually pretty evident, from the courfe of the incidents, or from the progrefs of the dialogue. In our notes, wherever it feemed at- all neceffary, v^o. have pointed out the changes of fcenes ; but, of courfe, the feparation of the different acts could only be a matter of conjecture, which, as heretofore, is left to the reader. We mufl fuppofe this firft fcene to occur in Grefham's warehoufe. Page 253. Londoji will yeeld yon partners enow. In this line, " partners " is to be read as a trifyllable ; and fuch was formerly the cafe with various words now ufed as diffyl- lables. Page 254. You to Portingall. The common name of Portugal at that date. Page 255. Afy morning exercife Jliall be at Saint Antlins. " A new morning prayer and lecture, the bells for which be- gan to ring at five in the morning, was eftabliflied at St. Antho- lin's, inBudge Roav, 'after Geneva fa(hion,'in September, 1559 '•" Cunningham's Handbook of London, 2nd edit., p. 15 : where fee alfo other information as to the puritanical charadler of the preachings at St. xVntolin's, or St. Anthony's. Page 256. lie heat linnen-buckcs. Linen was of old carried to tlie ■wafli in buck-bafkets, and here by " linen-bucks" John (irefliam fcems to intend the linen that was contained in the bucks, and vv'hich v.'as to be beaten in tlie water to make it clean. " This 'tis to have linen and buck- bafkets. — Merry Wives of IVmdfor, acl iii. fc. 5. A^o7.\ afvc G'hl ■' Xow, ^',> I li:e" — edit. li>j2. 379 Pagk 257. 7 he Dagger in Cheape. The Dagger T.ivcrn was in Cheapfide ; and hence, as aj^pcars afterwards, Dagger-pies, often mentioned by our old writers. In vol. ii. of Extradls from the Stationers' Regiliers, \i. 171, is mentioned the publication of " A fancie on the fall of the Dagger in Cheap," which may mean either that the houfe, or the fign which it bore, fell down : probably the latter, although the Editor, in his note on the entry, fuppofed the word " fall " applied tu the houfe. There was alfo a Dagger Tavern in Holborn : fee Q,\xxm\r\^\'MrCfy Handbook of Londo7t, 2nd edit., p. 152. Your funke.s and cockatrices. A cockatrice was the old cant name for a proflitute. Pace 258. As u of this kind, occafioncd by the greater (Iriclnefs of tiie iaw fubfcfjucnt to the publication of the edition of 1606. I' AGE 270. / /■f'/i . fotiU. yju f.u>e (i > :'. 38o Pagf: 272. Let me be called Cut. A term of contempt or abufe which has occurred before, and is ufed by Shakefpeare. vSee Twelfth Night, a6l ii., fc. 3, (edit. Collier, iii., 359) where it is fufficiently explained, and its antiquity eftablifhed. lb. Enter Honefly the Sergeant, and Quiche. The fcene here changes to a flreet, as is obvious from the courfe of the dialogue. P.A.GE 273. The michingyZrtj/^. " Miching " means ftealing. See Shakefpeare, edit. Collier, vii., 271, where it is alfo ftated that "mallecho," m Hamlet, is probably meant for the Spanifh word ?nalhecho. Page 277. That freed a hegger at the grate of Lud-gate. " That freedy;w« begging at the grate at Ludgate " — edit. 1632, which, from the ftory, feems to be the true reading. Stow, in his Survey of London, 1599, p. 33, gives the name Stephen Forfter. Page 278. Although my children laugh, the poor 7nav cry. Edit. 1632 gives the line thus : — " The poor may laugh, although my children cry ;" which is a reading clearly not attributable to the poet himfelf. Page 282. Enter fohn Tatunie-coat. The fcene changes to a flreet into which Hobfon's fhop opens. The Pedlar is flill called John Tawny-coat, but he now wears a grey coat. lb. Coming from the Slocks. The Stocks, as it was called, dood on the ground now occu- pied by thj Manfion Iloufe. (Cunningham's Handbook of Lon- don, p. 473, 2nd edit.) The il.'nis of tlie houfcs mentioned by Tawny-coat form a curious note oi locality : they were, no doubt, the very figus exiding tlierc in Ilcyvvood's time. ?8i Page 283. At F>r'iJlow fair. Briflol was then ufually wriUen and printed J>rijlu7v. Page 284. Tlicir majlcrs haire i^rcnu tk)vu^:;h his hood. " Through his /wad "— edit. 1(106. Do yoH hear, lioydcii ? Gifford (Jonfon's Works, vi., 171) (ays that lioiden is " con- fined to delignale fome romping ,^irl ■" l)ul, in fact, it was aj)- plied to both i'cxes, and here we have it atldrelfed to the Pedlar. lb. Tell it out letth a wanion. i. c, with a vengeance, of whicli one may pofuhly he a corrup- tion of tlie other : tlie etymology of "wanion" is very doubtful. Page 2S5. It appears he is hejlius Iiiin. " It appears tlie poor fellow is ijelides himielf " — edit. 1632. Page 2S9. To any man will buy them and rcnicK'e them. Stow [Annales, 1615, p. m'/) fpeaks as I'oUows ol this under- taking and its completion : — " Certain houfes in C'ornhill l>eing firfl purchafed Ijy the citizens of London, at their charges, for certain thoufands of poiiiids, were m the month of Fcbiiiary cried by the lieilinan, ;:iid afterwards told to Inch j)erfon« as Ihould take them down and carry them frijm thence ; which \\-as done in the months of April and May next tolJowing. And liien, the ground being made plain, at tiie charge^ alio 01' llie city (having coil tliem, one way and other, more tlian hve tlioi.fand pound) ])oiTeilion tliercof v.'as by certain Akiernun, in tf.c nanie of the whole citizens, gis'eu to the right woriliij'lul Sir 'I'haina.- Oreiliani, knight, ageni to the (^)ueen's liighiicrs, liiere 10 ireeAx a place for merchan.ls to afl'enfole m, at h:.-. own proj'cr cIinr^'LS ; ^\ho on tlie feventh of June laid the firll rLonu of the luaiicat'i :;i (bcin^ iintk) .111(1 foiiliwidi liic V. ui ;^;;;er: 1 ikijwcd ujm.u i;-.e ;82 ame with fuch diligence, that by the month of November, in the year of our Lord 1567, the fame was covered with flate. And on the 22 day of December, in the year of our Lord, 1568, tlie merchants of London left their meetings in Lombard Street, at fuch times as they had accuflomed there to meet, and this day came into the new Burfe, buildcd by Sir Thomas Grcfham, as is afore fliowed." Page 290. The ro:!nd is grated. The old copies have grmter, but we have ventured to alter it to grated, in conformity with what follows, where Sir T. Grefliam explains the ufe of the " grates." Greater hardly makes fcnfe of the paffage. Page 291. Here, like a parifli for good Citizens. Perhaps we ought to rea^;;-z'w for "parifli ;" but the old copies are uniform. Page 292. A [dazing Jiar. This blazing ftar, mentioned in the margin, may have eafily been rendered vifiblc to the audience by artificial means. Page 293. The battle of Aleafar. The incidents relating to this battle had been brought upon the flage by George J'eele (at leaft the i)Iay has in modern times been plaufibly imputed to hlmi in a drama entitled The Tattle of Alcazar, fought iir Intrhary, Octween Sehaflian, King of Tortugal and AMelmelec, King of Morocco. IVith the death of Captain Stuhehy,^' &c.,4l0, 1594. See Peek's Works, edit. Dyce, ii., 82. A play in which Stukeley figured was performed by Henflowe's company in 1596 : iee Jlendozoe's Diary, p. 77. Whetftonc, in his Englilh Myrror, 1586, p. 84, gives a narrative of the battle, but does not mention Stukeley. Page 294. It may he the hang-man 7oill buy fome of it for halters. Ilobfon had fent for malclies of goods, or i)ieces of flmilar pattern and fabric ; and John Grefliani had boughl for him two tlioufand pouixl,-' worth of fuch mat, h as '.\-as of nld ufed by fo!- (liers for fcttint^ fire to gunpowder and other conibuflihlcs : it was made of tow, like rope. Page 295. i\Iy doubt IS more. PofTibly, " doubt " is a mifpriut for l, av have feen, Tawny-coat from the drefs he wears early in the play. He has been reduced to extreme poverty, and the fcenc here mud be underftood to reprefent the neighbourhood of Dept- ford, not very far from the Bankfide. We mufl bear in mind that even the immediate vicinity of the Bankfide, efpecially towards Xewington Butts, was then all open fields and marfliy grounds, nmch covered with wood, and not, as now, confifting merely of ftreets and houfes. Page 302. Whither zuilt thou wit ? A proverbial exclama.tion of frequent occurrence, and ufed by Shakefpeare in As You Like It. Page 304. yohii Rov/landy2;". By an error of the tranfcriber or printer, or by the forgetful- ncfs of the poet, John Goodfellow, as Tavrny-coat has Ijecn hitherto called, is here, and henceforth to the end of the play, named John Rowland. Robin GoodfeUcnv, the fprite, has been mentioned on the preceding page, and poffibly the confufion has been occafioned l";y this circumfLaiice. Page 306. but I doc not thi)ik him guilty, yet I could fay. So the firfi; edition (1606) : the edition of 1623 has drop])ed out all the words after " doc not," leaving the fpeech incomplete. The edition of 1632 adds, " I'ut I do not fp-jak -what 1 think, and yet I lliink more at this lime ti:an 1 mean to fpeak." Ih. As he no (juedion does defen'e. " Docs dcferveyf^Wiv'/^.';^.-, " edit. 1632. Other minor variations occ-ur in this part of the fcene. Page 307. Enter yohti and Curtezan. Tl'c fcenc "nerc tliius to France ; tlic licence allowed to our old dramalifi;;, and tlie 'oud ca!!.; they made My little niure was diiic lliaii what \\a^ elTeclcd by the apper.r- c: c: 2 388 ance of the perfons and their accoutrements, and the mention, very early in the dialogue, of the fuppofed place of adlion. " Drum and colours" may Ihow that one drum and one pair of colours anfwered the purpofe. Page 351. Epilogue. Printed in Heyvvood's Plcafaiit Dialogues and Drmninas (Lond. 1637), p. 249. END OF FIRST VOLUME. UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA LIBRARY, LOS ANGELES COLLEGE LIBRARY This book is due on the last date stamped below. •93 14 sm Slip-35m-7,'63(D863484)4280 iiW%, AA 000 141226 % lis