[[ THE First part of the Con_ tention betwixt the two famous Houses of Yorke and Lancaster, with the death of the good Duke Humphrey: [L 5] And the banishment and death of the Duke of {Suffolk}, and the Tragicall end of the proud Cardinall of {VVinchester}, vvith the notable Rebellion of {%Iacke Cade:} {And the Duke of Yorkes first claime vnto the [L 10] Crowne.} [/Device: McKerrow 299/] LONDON Printed by Thomas Creed, for Thomas Millington, and are to be sold at his shop vnder Saint Peters Church in Cornwall. [L 15] 1594.]]
[[ [/Ornament/] THE FIRST PART OF THE CON_
TENTION OF THE TWO FAMO%VS
Houses of {Yorke} & {Lancaster}, with the death of
the good Duke {Humphrey}. ]] [L 20]
(( {Enter at one doore@, King} Henry {the sixt@, and} Humphrey {Duke of}
Gloster, {the Duke of} Sommerset, {the Duke of} Buckingham, {Car_
dinall} Bewford, {and others.} ))
(( {Enter at the other doore@, the Duke of} Yorke, {and the Marquesse of}
Suffolke, {and Queene} Margaret, {and the Earle of} Salisbury {and} [L 25]
Warwicke. ))
The fairest Queene that e%uer King possest.
As if our King were bound vnto your will, [L 115]
And might not do his will without your lea%ue,
Proud Protector, en%uy in thine eyes I see,
The big swolne %venome of thy hatefull heart,
That dares presume gainst that thy ^So%ueraigne likes.
My Lords let vs seeke for our Countries good,
Oft ha%ue I seene this haughtie Cardinall
Sweare, and forsweare himselfe, and bra%ue it out,
More like a Ruffin then a man of Church.
Cosin {Yor@ke}, the %victories thou hast wonne, [L 155]
In {Ireland@, Normandie}, and in {France},
Hath wonne thee immortall praise in England.
And thou bra%ue {VVarwic@ke}, my thrice %valiant sonne,
Thy simple plainnesse and thy house-keeping,
Hath wonne thee credit amongst the common sort, [L 160]
The re%uerence of mine age, and {Ne%uels} name,
Is of no litle force if I command,
Then let vs %ioyne all three in one for this,
That good Duke {Humphrey} may his state possesse,
But wherefore weepes {@Warwic@ke} my noble sonne. [L 165]
Nor shall proud {Lancaster} vsurpe my right,
Nor hold the scepter in his childish fist,
Nor vveare the Diademe vpon his head,
Whose church-like humours fits not for a Crovvne: [L 190]
Then {Yorke} be still a#vvhile till time do ser%ue,
Watch thou, and vvake vvhen others be a#sleepe,
To prie into the secrets of the state,
Till {Henry} surfeiting in %ioyes of lo%ue,
With his nevv bride, and Englands dear bought queene, [L 195]
And {Humphrey} vvith the Peeres be falne at %iarres,
Then vvill I raise aloft the milke-vvhite Rose,
With vvhose svveete smell the aire shall be perfumde,
And in my Standard beare the Armes of {Yorke},
To graffle vvith the House of {Lancaster}: [L 200]
And force perforce, ile make him yeeld the Crovvne,
Whose bookish rule hath puld faire England dovvne.
(( {E@xet Yor@ke.} ))
(( Enter Duke {Humphrey}, and Dame {Ellanor},
{Cobham} his vvife. )) [L 205]
This my staffe mine Office badge in Court,
Was broke in two, and on the ends were plac'd,
The heads of the Cardinall of {VVinchester},
And {William de la Poule} first Duke of {Suffol@ke}.
(( Enter sir {%Iohn Hum}. )) [L 255]
What sir {%Iohn Hum}, what newes with you?
For feare you lose your head before you goe.
(( {Exet}. )) [L 290]
(( Enter two Petitioners, and {Peter} the
Armourers man. ))
when we were scowring the Duke of {Yor@ks} Armour in our
garret.
I tell thee {Poull}, when thou didst runne at Tilt,
And stolst away our Ladaies hearts in {France},
I thought ^King {Henry} had bene like to thee, [L 360]
Or else thou hadst not brought me out of {France}.
(( Bullenbrooke makes a Cirkle. ))
Go sirs, see them fast lockt in prison.
(( {E@xet} with them. ))
For he it is, that thus hath helped thee.
And lea%ue her open for the lavv to %iudge,
%Vnlesse she cleare her selfe of this foule deed.
of Clarence, the third sonne to Edward the third. Now sir. In the
time of Richards raigne, Henry of Bullingbrooke, sonne and heire
to %Iohn of Gaunt, the Duke of Lancanster fourth sonne to Edward
the third, he claimde the Crowne, deposde the Merthfull King, and [L 765]
as both you know, in Pomphret Castle harmelesse Richard was
shamefully murthered, and so by Richards death came the house of
Lancaster vnto the Crowne.
but the King. Come lets goe. [L 800]
(( {Exet omnes}. ))
(( Enter King {Henry}, and the Queene, Duke {Humphrey}, the Duke of
{Suffolke}, and the Duke of {Buckingham}, the {Cardinall}, and Dame
{Elnor Cobham}, led with the Officers, and then enter to them the
Duke of {Yor@ke}, and the Earles of {Salsbury} and {VVarwicke}. )) [L 805]
May honourable peace attend thy throne.
And flie thou how thou can they will intangle thee.
(( Enter a Herald of Armes. ))
Duke of {Suffolke}, and then the Duke of {Yorke}, and the {Cardi_
nall} of {VVinchester}, and then the King and the Queene, and then
the Earle of {Salisbury}, and the Earle of {VVarwicke}. ))
^I ha%ue no doubt but thou shalt cleare thy selfe,
My conscience tels me thou art innocent.
Do and vndo as if our selfe were here.
To keepe in awe the stubborne Irishmen,
He did so much good when he was in France.
%Vnder the title of %Iohn Mortemer, [L 1170]
To raise commotion, and by that meanes
I shall percei%ue how the common people
Do affect the claime and house of Yorke,
Then if he ha%ue successe in his affaires,
From Ireland then comes Yorke againe, [L 1175]
To reape the har%uest which that coystrill sowed,
Now if he should be taken and condemd,
Heele nere confesse that I did set him on,
And therefore ere I go ile send him word,
To put in practice and to gather head, [L 1180]
That so soone as I am gone he may begin
To rise in Armes with troupes of country swaines,
To helpe him to performe this enterprise.
And then Duke Humphrey, he well made away,
None then can stop the light to Englands Crowne, [L 1185]
But Yorke can tame and headlong pull them downe.
(( {Exet Yor@ke}. ))
(( Then the Curtaines being drawne, Duke {Humphrey} is disco%uered
in his bed, and two men lying on his brest and smothering him
in his bed. And then enter the Duke of {Suffolke} to them. )) [L 1190]
Then by %iust proofe you can affirme,
For as the sucking childe or harmlesse lambe,
So is he innocent of treason to our state.
(( Enter {Suffolke}. ))
How now Suffolke, where's our vnkle? [L 1210]
Good father staie you with the rude multitude, till I returne.
Say if thou dare, proud Lord of Warwickshire,
That I am guiltie in Duke Humphreys death.
(( {Exet Cardinall}. ))
(( The Commons againe cries, downe with {Suffol@ke}, downe [L 1320]
with {Suffol@ke}. And then enter from them, the Earle of
{Salbury}. ))
Fie womanish man, canst thou not curse thy enemies?
Thus like a splitted barke so sunder we.
This way fall I to death. (( {E@xet Suffol@ke}. )) [L 1435]
This other, the Maisters Mate shall ha%ue,
And Water Whickmore thou shalt ha%ue this man,
And let them paie their ransomes ere they passe.
(( Enter two of the Rebels with long sta%ues. ))
as he li%ues Marry alwaies pro%uided, ile be Protector o%uer him.
But I am troubled here with them my selfe,
The Rebels ha%ue attempted to win the Tower,
But get you to Smythfield and gather head,
And thither I will send you Mathew Goffe, [L 1740]
Fight for your King, your Country, and your li%ues,
And so farewell, for I must hence againe.
(( {E@xet omnes}. ))
(( Enter {%Iacke Cade} and the rest, and strikes his sword
vpon London stone. )) [L 1745]
Why ist not a miserable thing, that of the skin of an innocent lamb [L 1775]
should parchment be made, & then with a litle blotting o%uer with
inke, a man should vndo himselfe.
Some saies tis the bees that sting, but I say, tis their waxe, for I
am sure I ne%uer seald to any thing but once, and I was ne%uer mine
owne man since. [L 1780]
Hough him for running, and to conclude,
Bra%ue him with his owne mace.
(( {Exet} with the Sargiant. ))
(( Enter two with the Lord {Sayes} head, and sir %Iames
Cromers, vpon two poles. )) [L 1855]
So, come carry them before me, and at e%uery lanes ende, let them
kisse togither.
(( Enter the Duke of {Buckingham}, and Lord {Clifford} the
Earle of {Comberland}. ))
Blowne e%uery way,
But that they may see there want no %valiancy in me, [L 1890]
My staffe shall make way through the midst of you,
And so a poxe take you all.
(( He runs through them with his staffe, and flies away. ))
(( Enter {%Iacke Cade} at one doore, and at the other, maister {Alexander
Eyden} and his men, and {%Iack Cade} lies downe picking of hearbes
and eating them. ))
(( Enter the Duke of {Yor@ke} with Drum and souldiers. ))
(( Enter King {Henry}.))
For Somerset was forewarned of Castles,
The which he alwaies did obser%ue.
And now behold, vnder a paltry Ale-house signe,
The Castle in saint Albones, [L 2120]
Somerset hath made the Wissard famous by his death.
(( {Exet}. ))
(( Alarme again, and enter the Earle of
{Warwicke} alone. ))
Be this the day of doome to one of vs,
For now my heart hath sworne immortall hate [L 2155]
To thee, and all the house of Lancaster.
(( Alarmes againe, and then enter three or foure, bearing the Duke
of {Buckingham} wounded to his Tent. ))
(( Alarmes still, and then enter the King and Queene. ))
What saies Lord Warwicke, shall we after them?
{Suffolke} arise.
Welcome Queene {Margaret} to English {Henries} Court, [L 45]
The greatest shew of kindnesse yet we can bestow,
Is this kinde kisse: Oh gracious God of hea%uen,
Lend me a heart repleat with thankfulnesse,
For in this beautious face thou hast bestowde
A world of pleasures to my perplexed soule. [L 50]
Th' excessi%ue lo%ue I beare vnto your grace,
Forbids me to be la%uish of my tongue,
Least I should speake more then beseemes a woman:
Let this suffice, my blisse is in your liking,
And nothing can make poore {Margaret} miserable, [L 55]
%Vnlesse the frowne of mightie Englands King.
Her lookes did wound, but now her speech doth pierce,
Lo%uely Queene {Margaret} sit down by my side:
And vnckle {Gloster}, and you Lordly Peeres,
With one %voice welcome my belo%ued Queene. [L 60]
Long li%ue Queene {Margaret}, Englands happinesse.
We thanke you all.
(( Sound Trumpets. ))
My Lord Protector, so it please your grace,
Here are the Articles confirmde of peace, [L 65]
Betweene our So%ueraigne and the French King {Charles},
Till terme of eighteene months be full expirde.
{Imprimis}, It is agreed betweene the French King
{Charles}, and {William de la Poule}, Marquesse of {Suffolke}, Embas_
sador for {Henry} King of England, that the said {Henry} shal wed [L 70]
and espouse the Ladie {Margaret}, daughter to {Raynard} King of
{Naples@, Cyssels}, and {%Ierusalem}, and crowne her Queene of Eng_
land, ere the 30. of the next month.
{Item.} It is further agreed betwene them, that the Dutches of {An_
%ioy} and of {Maine}, shall be released and dili%uered o%uer to the [L 75]
King her fa.
(( Duke {Humphrey} lets it fall. ))
How now vnkle, whats the matter that you stay so sodenly.
Pardon my Lord, a sodain qualme came o%uer my hart,
Which dimmes mine eyes that I can reade no more. [L 80]
%Vnckle of {Winchester}, I pray you reade on.
{Item}, It is further agreed betweene them, that the
Duches of {An%ioy} and of {Mayne}, shall be released and deli%ue_
red o%uer to the King her father, & she sent o%uer of the King
of Englands owne proper cost and charges without dowry. [L 85]
They please vs well, Lord Marquesse kneele downe, We
here create thee first Duke of {Suffolke}, & girt thee with the
sword. Cosin of Yorke, We here discharge your grace from
being Regent in the parts of {France}, till terme of 18. months
be full expirde. [L 90]
Thankes vnckle {VVinchester@, Gloster@, Yorke@, and Buckingham@, So_
merset@, Salsbury} and {VVarwicke.}
We thanke you all for this great fa%uour done,
In entertainment to my Princely Queene,
Come let vs in, and with all speed pro%uide [L 95]
To see her Coronation be performde.
(( {Exet} King, Queene, and Suffolke, and Duke
Humphrey staies all the rest. ))
Bra%ue Peeres of England, Pillars of the state,
To you Duke {Humphrey} must vnfold his griefe, [L 100]
What did my brother {Henry} toyle himselfe,
And waste his sub%iects for to conquere {France}?
And did my brother {Bedford} spend his time
To keepe in awe that stout vnruly Realme?
And ha%ue not I and mine vnckle {Bewford} here, [L 105]
Done all we could to keepe that land in peace?
And is all our labours then spent in %vaine,
For Suffolke he, the new made Duke that rules the roast,
Hath gi%uen away for our King {Henries} Queene,
The Dutches of {An%ioy} and {Mayne} vnto her father. [L 110]
Ah Lords, fatall is this marriage canselling our states,
Re%uersing Monuments of conquered {France},
%Vndoing all, as none had nere bene done.
Why how now cosin {Gloster}, what needs this?
Nay my Lord tis not my words that troubles you, [L 120]
But my presence, proud Prelate as thou art:
But ile begone, and gi%ue thee lea%ue to speake.
Farewell my Lords, and say when I am gone,
I prophesied {France} would be lost ere long.
(( {E@xet} Duke {Humphrey.} )) [L 125]
There goes our Protector in a rage,
My Lords you know he is my great enemy,
And though he be Protector of the land,
And thereby co%uers his deceitfull thoughts,
For well you see, if he but walke the streets, [L 130]
The common people swarme about him straight,
Crying %Iesus blesse your royall exellence,
With God preser%ue the good Duke {Humphrey}.
And many things besides that are not knowne,
Which time will bring to light in smooth Duke {Humphrey}. [L 135]
But I will after him, and if I can
Ile laie a plot to hea%ue him from his seate.
(( {E@xet} Cardinall. ))
But let vs watch this haughtie Cardinall,
Cosen of {Somerset} be rulde by me, [L 140]
Weele watch Duke {Humphrey} and the Cardinall too,
And put them from the marke they faine would hit.
Thanks cosin {Buc@kingham}, %ioyne thou with me,
And both of vs with the Duke of {Suffol@ke},
Weele quickly hea%ue Duke {Humphrey} from his seate. [L 145]
Content, Come then let vs about it straight,
For either thou or I will be Protector.
(( {E@xet Buc@kingham} and {Somerset}. ))
Pride went before, Ambition follows after.
Whilst these do seeke their owne preferments thus, [L 150]
For griefe that all is lost that {VVarwic@k} won.
^Sonnes. {An%ioy} and {Maine}, both gi%uen away at once,
Why {VVarwic@k} did win them, & must that then which we wonne
with our swords, be gi%uen away with wordes.
As I ha%ue read, our Kinges of England were woont to [L 170]
ha%ue large dowries with their wi%ues, but our King {Henry}
gi%ues away his owne.
Come sonnes away and looke vnto the maine.
%Vnto the {Maine}, Oh father {Maine} is lost,
Which {VVarwic@ke} by maine force did win from {France}, [L 175]
Maine chance father you meant, but I meant {Maine},
Which I will win from {France}, or else be slaine.
(( {E@xet Salsbury} and {Warwic@ke.} ))
{An%ioy} and {Maine}, both gi%uen vnto the French,
Cold newes for me, for I had hope of {France}, [L 180]
E%uen as I ha%ue of fertill England.
A day will come when {Yor@ke} shall claime his owne,
And therefore I will take the {Ne%uels} parts,
And make a show of lo%ue to proud Duke {Humphrey}:
And vvhen I spie ad%uantage, claime the Crovvne, [L 185]
For thats the golden marke I seeke to hit:
Why droopes my Lord like o%uer ripened corne,
Hanging the head at {Cearies} plentious loade,
What seest thou Duke {Humphrey} King {Henries} Crovvne?
Reach at it, and if thine arme be too short,
Mine shall lengthen it. Art not thou a Prince, [L 210]
%Vnckle to the King, and his Protector?
Then vvhat shouldst thou lacke that might content thy minde.
My lo%uely {Nell}, far be it from my heart,
To thinke of Treasons gainst my so%ueraigne Lord,
But I vvas troubled vvith a dreame to#night, [L 215]
And God I pray, it do betide no ill.
What drempt my Lord. Good {Humphrey} tell it me,
And ile interpret it, and vvhen thats done,
Ile tell thee then, vvhat I did dreame to#night.
This night vvhen I vvas laid in bed, I dreampt that [L 220]
Tush my Lord, this signifies nought but this, [L 225]
That he that breakes a sticke of {Glosters} gro%ue,
Shall for th' offence, make forfeit of his head.
But now my Lord, Ile tell you what I dreampt,
Me thought I was in the Cathedrall Church
At Westminster, and seated in the chaire [L 230]
Where Kings and Queenes are crownde, and at my feete
{Henry} and {Margaret} with a Crowne of gold
Stood readie to set it on my Princely head.
Fie {Nell}. Ambitious woman as thou art,
Art thou not second woman in this land, [L 235]
And the Protectors wife belo%u'd of him,
And wilt thou still be hammering treason thus,
Away I say, and let me heare no more.
How now my Lord. What angry with your {Nell},
For telling but her dreame. The next I ha%ue [L 240]
Ile keepe to my selfe, and not be rated thus.
Nay {Nell}, Ile gi%ue no credit to a dreame,
But I would ha%ue thee to thinke on no such things.
(( Enters a Messenger. ))
And it please your grace, the King and Queene to#_ [L 245]
morrow morning will ride a hawking to Saint Albones,
and cra%ues your company along with them.
With all my heart, I will attend his grace:
Come {Nell}, thou wilt go with vs vs I am sure.
(( {E@xet Humphrey}. )) [L 250]
Ile come after you, for I cannot go before,
But ere it be long, Ile go before them all,
Despight of all that seeke to crosse me thus,
Who is within there?
%Iesus preser%ue your Ma%iestie.
My Ma%iestie. Why man I am but grace.
I+, but by the grace of God & {Hums} ad%uise,
Your graces state shall be ad%uanst ere long. [L 260]
What hast thou conferd with {Margery %Iordaine}, the
cunning Witch of {Ely}, with {Roger Bullingbroo@ke} and the
rest, and will they vndertake to do me good?
I ha%ue Madame, and they ha%ue promised me to raise
a Spirite from depth of vnder grounde, that shall tell your [L 265]
grace all questions you demaund.
Thanks good sir {%Iohn}. Some two daies hence I gesse
Will fit our time, then see that they be here:
For now the King is ryding to Saint {Albones},
And all the Dukes and Earles along with him, [L 270]
When they be gone, then safely they may come,
And on the backside of my Orchard heere,
There cast their Spelles in silence of the night,
And so resol%ue vs of the thing we wish,
Till when, drinke that for my sake, And so farwell. [L 275]
(( {Exet Elnor}. ))
Now sir {%Iohn Hum}, No words but mum.
^Seale vp your lips, for you must silent be,
These gifts ere long will make me mightie rich,
The Duches she thinks now that all is well, [L 280]
But I ha%ue gold comes from another place,
From one that hyred me to set her on,
To plot these Treasons gainst the King and Peeres,
And that is the mightie Duke of {Suffolke}.
For he it is, but I must not say so, [L 285]
That by my meanes must worke the Duches fall,
Who now by Cun%iurations thinkes to rise.
But whist sir {%Iohn}, no more of that I trow,
Come sirs let vs linger here abouts a#while,
%Vntill my Lord Protector come this way,
That we may show his grace our se%uerall causes. [L 295]
I pray God sa%ue the good Duke {Humphries} life,
For but for him a many were vndone,
That cannot get no succour in the Court,
But see where he comes with the Queene.
(( Enter the Duke of {Suffolke} with the Queene, and they [L 300]
take him for Duke {Humphrey}, and gi%ues
him their writings. ))
Oh we are vndone, this is the Duke of {Suffolke}.
Now good-fellowes, whom would you speak withall?
If it please your Ma%iestie, with my Lord Protectors [L 305]
Grace.
Are your sutes to his grace. Let vs see them first,
Looke on them my Lord of {Suffolke}.
A complaint against the Cardinals man,
What hath he done? [L 310]
Marry my Lord, he hath stole away my wife,
And th' are gone togither, and I know not where to finde them.
Hath he stole thy wife, thats some in%iury indeed.
But what say you?
Marry sir I come to tel you that my maister said, [L 315]
that the Duke of {Yor@ke} was true heire vnto the Crowne, and
that the ^King was an vsurer.
An vsurper thou wouldst say.
I forsooth an vsurper.
Didst thou say the King was an vsurper? [L 320]
No forsooth, I saide my maister saide so, th' other day
I+ marry this is something like,
Whose within there? [L 325]
(( Enter one or two. ))
Sirra take in this fellow and keepe him close,
And send out a Purse%uant for his maister straight,
Weele here more of this before the King.
(( {Exet} with the Armourers man. )) [L 330]
Now sir what yours? Let me see it,
Whats here?
A complaint against the Duke of {Suffolke} for enclosing the com_
mons of long Melford.
How now sir kna%ue. [L 335]
I beseech your grace to pardon me, me, I am but a
Messenger for the whole town-ship.
(( He teares the papers. ))
^So now show your petitions to Duke {Humphrey}.
Villaines get you gone and come not neare the Court, [L 340]
Dare these pesants write against me thus.
(( {Exet} Petitioners. ))
My Lord of {Suffolke}, you may see by this,
The Commons lo%ues vnto that haughtie Duke,
That seekes to him more then to King {Henry}: [L 345]
Whose eyes are alwaies poring on his booke,
And nere regards the honour of his name,
But still must be protected like a childe,
And go%uerned by that ambitious Duke,
That scarse will mo%ue his cap nor speake to vs, [L 350]
And his proud wife, high minded {Elanor},
That ruffles it with such a troupe of Ladies,
As strangers in the Court takes her for the Queene.
The other day she %vanted to her maides,
That the %very traine of her worst gowne, [L 355]
Was worth more wealth then all my fathers lands,
Can any griefe of minde be like to this.
Madame content your selfe a litle while,
As I was cause of your comming to England,
So will I in England worke your full content:
And as for proud Duke {Humphrey} and his wife, [L 365]
I ha%ue set lime-twigs that will intangle them,
As that your grace ere long shall vnderstand.
But staie Madame, here comes the ^King.
(( Enter ^King {Henry}, and the Duke of {Yor@ke} and the Duke of {So_
merset} on both sides of the ^King, whispering with him, and en_
ter Duke {Humphrey}, Dame {Elnor}, the Duke of {Buc@kingham},
the Earle of {Salsbury}, the Earle of {Warwic@ke}, and the Cardinall
of {VVinchester}. ))
My Lords I care not who be Regent in {France}, or {Yor@k},
or {Somerset}, alls wonne to me. [L 375]
My Lord, if {Yorke} ha%ue ill demeande himselfe,
Let {Somerset} en%ioy his place and go to {France}.
Then whom your grace thinke worthie, let him go,
And there be made the Regent o%uer the French.
VVhom soe%uer you account worthie, [L 380]
{Yor@ke} is the vvorthiest.
Pease {VVarwic@ke}. Gi%ue thy betters lea%ue to speake.
The Cardinals not my better in the field.
All in this place are thy betters farre.
And {@Warwic@ke} may li%ue to be the best of all. [L 385]
My Lord in mine opinion, it vvere best that {Somerset}
vvere Regent o%uer {France}.
Madame onr ^King is old inough himselfe,
To gi%ue his ansvvere vvithout your consent.
If he be old inough, vvhat needs your grace [L 390]
To be Protector o%uer him so long.
Madame I am but Protector o%uer the land,
And when it please his grace, I will resigne my charge.
Resigne it then, for since that thou wast ^King,
As who is King but thee. The common state [L 395]
Doth as we see, all wholly go to wracke,
And Millions of treasure hath bene spent,
And as for the Regentship of {France},
I say {Somerset} is more worthie then {Yor@ke}.
Ile tell thee {Suffolke} why I am not worthie, [L 400]
Because I cannot flatter as thou canst.
And yet the worthie deeds that {Yor@k} hath done,
Should make him worthie to be honoured here.
Peace headstrong {VVarwicke.}
Image of pride, wherefore should I peace? [L 405]
Because here is a man accusde of Treason,
Pray God the Duke of {Yorke} do cleare himselfe.
Ho, bring hither the Armourer and his man.
(( Enter the Armourer and his man. ))
If it please your grace, this fellow here, hath accused his maister of [L 410]
high Treason, And his words were these.
That the Duke of {Yorke} was lawfull heire vnto the Crowne, and
that your grace was an vsurper.
I beseech your grace let him ha%ue what punishment the
the law will afford, for his %villany. [L 415]
Come hether fellow, didst thou speake these words?
Ant shall please your Ma%iestie, I ne%uer said any such
matter, God is my vvitnesse, I am falsly accused by this %villain / here.
Tis no matter for that, you did say so.
I beseech your grace, let him ha%ue the lavv. [L 420]
Alasse my Lord, hang me if e%uer I spake the vvords,
my accuser is my prentise, & vvhen I did correct him for his
fault the other day, he did %vovv vpon his knees that he vvould
be e%uen vvith me, I ha%ue good vvitnesse of this, and therefore
I beseech your Ma%iestie do not cast avvay an honest man for [L 425]
a %villaines accusation.
%Vnckle {Gloster}, vvhat do you thinke of this?
The lavv my Lord is this by case, it rests suspitious,
That a day of combat be appointed,
And there to trie each others right or vvrong, [L 430]
Which shall be on the thirtith of this month,
With {Eben} sta%ues, and {Standbags} combatting
In Smythfield, before your Royall Ma%iestie.
(( {E@xet Humphrey}. ))
And I accept the Combat vvillingly. [L 435]
Alasse my Lord, I am not able to fight.
You must either fight sirra or else be hangde:
Go take them hence againe to prison. (( {E@xet} vvith them. ))
(( The Queene lets fall her glo%ue, and hits the Duches of
{Gloster}, a boxe on the eare.)) [L 440]
Gi%ue me my glo%ue. Why Minion can you not see?
(( She strikes her. ))
I cry you mercy Madame, I did mistake,
^I did not thinke it had bene you.
Did you not proud French-vvoman, [L 445]
Could ^I come neare your daintie %vissage vvith my nayles,
^Ide set my ten commandments in your face.
Be patient gentle Aunt.
^It vvas against her vvill.
Against her vvill. Good King sheele dandle thee, [L 450]
^If thou vvilt alvvaies thus be rulde by her.
But let it rest. As sure as ^I do li%ue,
She shall not strike dame {Elnor} vnre%uengde.
(( {E@xet Elnor}. ))
Belee%ue me my lo%ue, thou vvart much to blame, [L 455]
^I vvould not for a thousand pounds of gold,
My noble vnckle had bene here in place.
(( Enter Duke {Humphrey}. ))
But see vvhere he comes, ^I am glad he met her not.
%Vnckle {Gloster}, vvhat ansvvere makes your grace [L 460]
Concerning our Regent for the Realme of {France},
Whom thinks your grace is meetest for to send.
My gratious Lord, then this is my resol%ue,
For that these words the Armourer should speake,
Doth breed suspition on the part of {Yorke}, [L 465]
Let {Somerset} be Regent o%uer the French,
Till trials made, and {Yorke} may cleare himselfe.
Then be it so my Lord of {Somerset}.
We make your grace Regent o%uer the French,
And to defend our rights gainst forraine foes, [L 470]
And so do good vnto the Realme of {France}.
Make hast my Lord, tis time that you were gone,
The time of Truse I thinke is full expirde.
I humbly thanke your royall Ma%iestie,
And take my lea%ue to poste with speed to {France}. [L 475]
(( {E@xet Somerset}. ))
Come vnckle {Gloster}, now lets ha%ue our horse,
For we will to Saint Albones presently,
Madame your Hawke they say, is swift of flight,
And we will trie how she will flie to#day. (( {E@xet omnes}. )) [L 480]
(( Enter {Elnor}, with sir {%Iohn Hum@, Koger Bullenbroo@ke} a Con%iurer,
and {Margery %Iourdaine} a Witch. ))
Here sir {%Iohn}, take this scrole of paper here,
Wherein is writ the questions you shall aske,
And I will stand vpon this Tower here, [L 485]
And here the spirit what it saies to you,
And to my questions, write the answeres downe.
(( She goes vp to the Tower. ))
Now sirs begin and cast your spels about,
And charme the fiendes for to obey your wils, [L 490]
And tell Dame {Elnor} of the thing she askes.
Then {Roger Bullinbroo@ke} about thy taske,
And frame a Cirkle here vpon the earth,
Whilst I thereon all prostrate on my face,
Do talke and whisper with the di%uels be#low, [L 495]
And con%iure them for to obey my will.
(( She lies downe vpon her face. ))
Darke Night, dread Night, the silence of the Night,
Wherein the Furies maske in hellish troupes, [L 500]
Send vp I charge you from {Sosetus} lake,
The spirit {As@kalon} to come to me,
To pierce the bowels of this Centricke earth,
And hither come in twinkling of an eye,
{Askalon@, Assenda@, Assenda}. [L 505]
(( It thunders and lightens, and then the spirit
riseth vp. ))
Now {Bullenbroo@ke} what wouldst thou ha%ue me do?
First of the ^King, what shall become of him?
The Duke yet li%ues that {Henry} shall depose, [L 510]
But him out li%ue, and dye a %violent death.
What fate awayt the Duke of {Suffolke}.
By water shall he die and take his ende.
What shall betide the Duke of {Somerset}?
Let him shun Castles, safer shall he be vpon the sandie [L 515]
plaines, then where Castles mounted stand.
Now question me no more, for I must hence againe.
(( He sinkes downe againe. ))
Then downe I say, vnto the damned poule.
Where Pluto in his firie Waggon sits. [L 520]
Ryding amidst the singde and parched smoakes,
The Rode of {Dytas} by the Ri%uer Stykes,
There howle and burne for e%uer in those flames,
Rise {%Iordaine} rise, and staie thy charming Spels.
Sonnes, we are betraide. [L 525]
(( Enter the Duke of {Yorke}, and the Duke of
{Buckingham}, and others. ))
Come sirs, laie hands on them, and bind them sure,
This time was well watcht. What Madame are you there?
This will be great credit for your husband, [L 530]
That your are plotting Treasons thus with Cun%iurers,
The King shall ha%ue notice of this thing.
(( {Exet Elnor} abo%ue. ))
See here my Lord what the di%uell hath writ.
Gi%ue it me my Lord, Ile show it to the King. [L 535]
My Lord, I pray you let me go post vnto the King,
%Vnto S. Albones, to tell this newes.
Content. Away then, about it straight. [L 540]
Farewell my Lord.
(( {Exet} Buckingham. ))
Whose within there?
(( Enter one. ))
My Lord. [L 545]
Sirrha, go will the Earles of Salsbury and Warwicke, to
sup with me to#night. (( {E@xet} Yorke. ))
I will my Lord.
(( {Exet}. ))
(( Enter the King and Queene with her Hawke on her fist, [L 550]
and Duke {Humphrey} and {Suffolke}, and the {Cardi_
nall}, as if they came from hawking. ))
My Lord, how did your grace like this last flight?
But as ^I cast her off the winde did rise,
And twas ten to one, old %Ione had not gone out. [L 555]
How wonderfull the Lords workes are on earth,
E%uen in these silly creatures of his hands,
%Vnckle Gloster, how hie your Hawke did sore?
And on a sodaine soust the Partridge downe.
No mar%uell if it please your Ma%iestie [L 560]
My Lord Protectors Hawke done towre so well,
He knowes his maister lo%ues to be aloft.
Faith my Lord, it is but a base minde
That can sore no higher then a Falkons pitch.
I thought your grace would be abo%ue the cloudes. [L 565]
I+ my Lord Cardinall, were it not good
Your grace could fllie to hea%uen.
Thy hea%uen is on earth, thy words and thoughts beat on
a Crowne, proude Protector dangerous Peere, to smooth it thus
with King and common-wealth. [L 570]
How now my Lord, why this is more then needs,
Church-men so hote. Good vnckle can you doate.
Why not Ha%uing so good a quarrell & so bad a cause.
As how, my Lord?
As you, my Lord. And it like your Lordly [L 575]
Lords Protectorship.
Why ^Suffolke, England knowes thy insolence.
And thy ambition Gloster.
Cease gentle Queene, and whet not on these furious
Lordes to wrath, for blessed are the peace-makers on [L 580]
earth.
Let me be blessed for the peace I make,
Against this proud Protector with my sword.
Faith holy vnckle, I would it were come to that.
E%uen when thou darest. [L 585]
Dare. I tell rhee Priest, Plantagenets could ne%uer
brooke the dare.
^I am Plantagenet as well as thou, and sonne to %Iohn of
Gaunt.
In Bastardie. [L 590]
I scorne thy words.
Make vp no factious numbers, but e%uen in thine own
person meete me at the East end of the gro%ue.
Heres my hand, I will.
Why how now Lords? [L 595]
Faith Cousin Gloster, had not your man cast off so soone,
we had had more sport to#day, Come with thy swoord
and buckler.
Faith Priest, Ile sha%ue your Crowne.
Protector, protect thy selfe well. [L 600]
The wind growes high, so doth your chollour Lords.
(( Enter one crying, A miracle, a miracle. ))
How now, now sirrha, what miracle is it?
And it please your grace, there is a man that came blinde
to S. Albones, and hath recei%ued his sight at his shrine. [L 605]
Goe fetch him hither, that wee may glorifie the Lord
with him.
(( Enter the Maior of Saint Albones and his brethren with
Musicke, bearing the man that had bene blind,
betweene two in a chaire. )) [L 610]
Thou happie man, gi%ue God eternall praise,
Where wast thou borne?
At {Barwic@ke} sir, in the North.
At {Barwic@ke}, and come thus far for helpe. [L 615]
I+ sir, it was told me in my sleepe,
That sweet saint Albones, should gi%ue me my sight againe.
What art thou lame too?
I+ indeed sir, God helpe me.
How cam'st thou lame? [L 620]
With falling off on a plum-tree.
Wart thou blind & wold clime plumtrees?
Ne%uer but once sir in all my life,
My wife did long for plums.
But tell me, wart thou borne blinde? [L 625]
^I+ truly sir.
I+ indeed sir, he was borne blinde.
What art thou his mother?
His wife sir.
Hadst thou bene his mother, [L 630]
Thou couldst ha%ue better told.
Why let me see, I thinke thou canst not see yet.
Yes truly maister, as cleare as day.
Saist thou so. What colours his cloake?
Why red maister, as red as blood. [L 635]
And his cloake?
Why thats greene.
And what colours his hose?
Yellow maister, yellow as gold.
And what colours my gowne? [L 640]
Blacke sir, as blacke as %Ieat.
Then belike he knowes what colour %Ieat is on.
And yet ^I thinke %Ieat did he ne%uer see.
But cloakes and gownes ere this day many a / one.
But tell me sirrha, whats my name? [L 645]
Alasse maister I know not.
Whats his name?
^I know not.
Nor his?
No truly sir. [L 650]
Nor his name?
No indeed maister.
Whats thine owne name?
{Sander}, and it please you maister.
Then Sander sit there, the lyingest kna%ue in Chri_
stendom. If thou hadst bene born blind, thou mightest aswell ha%ue
knowne all our names, as thus to name the se%uerall colours we doo
weare. Sight may distinguish of colours, but sodeinly to nominate
them all, it is impossible. My Lords, saint Albones here hath done a
Miracle, and would you not thinke his cunning to be great, that [L 660]
could restore this Cripple to his legs againe.
Oh maister I would you could.
My Maisters of saint Albones,
Ha%ue you not Beadles in your Towne,
And things called whippes? [L 665]
Yes my Lord, if it please your grace.
Then send for one presently.
^Sirrha, go fetch the Beadle hither straight.
(( {Exet} one. ))
Now fetch me a stoole hither by and by. [L 670]
Now sirrha, If you meane to sa%ue your selfe from whipping,
Leape me o%uer this stoole and runne away.
(( Enter Beadle. ))
Alasse maister I am not able to stand alone,
You go about to torture me in %vaine. [L 675]
Well sir, we must ha%ue you finde your legges.
^Sirrha Beadle, whip him till he leape o%uer that same stoole.
I will my Lord, come on sirrha, off with your doublet
quickly.
Alas maister what shall ^I do, I am not able to stand. [L 680]
(( After the Beadle hath hit him one girke, he leapes o%uer
the stoole and runnes away, and they run after him,
crying, A miracle, a miracle. ))
A miracle, a miracle, let him be taken againe, & whipt
through e%uery Market Towne til he comes at Barwicke where he [L 685]
was borne.
It shall be done my Lord. (( {E@xet} Mayor. ))
My Lord Protector hath done wonders to#day,
He hath made the blinde to see, and halt to go.
I+ but you did greater wonders, when you made whole [L 690]
Dukedomes flie in a day.
Witnesse {France}.
Ha%ue done I say, and let me here no more of that.
(( Enter the Duke of {Buckingham}. ))
What newes brings Duke Humprey of Buckingham? [L 695]
Ill newes for some my Lord, and this it is,
That proud dame Elnor our Protectors wife,
Hath plotted Treasons gainst the King and Peeres,
By vvichcrafts, sorceries, and cun%iurings,
Who by such meanes did raise a spirit vp, [L 700]
To tell her what hap should betide the state,
But ere they had finisht their di%uellish drift,
By Yorke and my selfe they were all surprisde,
And heres the answere the di%uel did make to them.
First of the King, what shall become of him? [L 705]
(( {Reads.} )) The Duke yet li%ues, that Henry shal depose,
Yet him out li%ue, and die a %violent death.
Gods will be done in all.
What fate awaits the Duke of Suffolke?
By water shall he die and take his end. [L 710]
By water must the Duke of Suffolke die?
It must be so, or else the di%uel doth lie.
Let Somerset shun Castles,
For safer shall he be vpon the sandie plaines,
Then where Castles mounted stand. [L 715]
Heres good stuffe, how novv my Lord Protector
This newes I thinke hath turnde your weapons point,
I am in doubt youle scarsly keepe your promise.
Forbeare ambitious Prelate to vrge my griefe,
And pardon me my gratious So%ueraigne, [L 720]
For here I svveare vnto your Ma%iestie,
That I am guiltlesse of these hainous crimes
Which my ambitious vvife hath falsly done,
And for she vvould betraie her so%ueraigne Lord,
I here renounce her from my bed and boord, [L 725]
Come my Lords this night vveele lodge in S. Albones,
And to#morrovv vve vvill ride to London,
And trie the vtmost of these Treasons forth, [L 730]
Come vnckle Gloster along vvith vs,
My mind doth tell me thou art innocent.
(( {Exet omnes}. ))
(( Enter the Duke of {Yor@ke}, and the Earles of
{Salsbury} and {VVarwicke}. )) [L 735]
My Lords our simple supper ended, thus,
Let me re%ueale vnto your honours here,
The right and title of the house of Yorke,
To Englands Crovvne by liniall desent.
Then Yorke begin, and if thy claime be good, [L 740]
The Ne%uils are thy sub%iects to command.
Then thus my Lords.
Edward the third had se%uen sonnes,
The first vvas Edvvard the blacke Prince,
Prince of Wales. [L 745]
The second vvas Edmund of Langly,
Duke of Yorke.
The third vvas Lyonell Duke of Clarence.
The fourth vvas %Iohn of Gaunt,
The Duke of Lancaster. [L 750]
The fifth vvas Roger Mortemor, Earle of March.
The sixt vvas sir Thomas of Woodstocke.
William of Winsore vvas the se%uenth and last.
Novv, Edvvard the blacke Prince he died before his father, and left
behinde him Richard, that aftervvards vvas King, Crovvnde by [L 755]
the name of Richard the second, and he died vvithout an heire.
Edmund of Langly Duke of Yorke died, and left behind him tvvo
daughters, Anne and Elinor.
Lyonell Duke of Clarence died, and left behinde Alice, Anne,
and Elinor, that vvas after married to my father, and by her I [L 760]
claime the Crovvne, as the true heire to Lyonell Duke
^Sa%uing your tale my Lord, as I ha%ue heard, in the raigne
of Bullenbrooke, the Duke of Yorke did claime the Crowne, and [L 770]
but for Owin Glendor, had bene King.
True. But so it fortuned then, by meanes of that mon_
strous rebel Glendor, the noble Duke of York was done to death,
and so e%uer since the heires of %Iohn of Gaunt ha%ue possessed the
Crowne. But if the issue of the elder should sucseed before the is_
sue of the yonger, then am I lawfull heire vnto the kingdome.
What plaine proceedings can be more plaine, hee
claimes it from Lyonel Duke of Clarence, the third sonne to Ed_
ward the third, and Henry from %Iohn of Gaunt the fourth sonne.
^So that till Lyonels issue failes, his should not raigne. It failes not [L 780]
yet, but florisheth in thee & in thy sons, bra%ue slips of such a stock.
Then noble father, kneele we both togither, and in this pri%uate
place, be we the first to honor him with birthright to the Crown.
Long li%ue Richard Englands royall King.
I thanke you both. But Lords I am not your King, vntil [L 785]
this sword be sheathed e%uen in the hart blood of the house of Lan_
caster.
Then Yorke ad%uise thy selfe and take thy time,
Claime thou the Crowne, and set thy standard vp,
And in the same ad%uance the milke-white Rose, [L 790]
And then to gard it, will I rouse the Beare,
In%uiron'd with ten thousand Ragged-sta%ues
To aide and helpe thee for to win thy right,
Maugre the proudest Lord of Henries blood,
That dares deny the right and claime of Yorke, [L 795]
For why my minde presageth I shall li%ue
To see the noble Duke of Yorke to be a King.
Thanks noble Warwicke, and Yorke doth hope to see,
The Earle of Warwicke li%ue, to be the greatest man in England,
Stand foorth Dame Elnor Cobham Duches of Gloster,
and here the sentence pronounced against thee for these Treasons,
that thou hast committed gainst vs, our States and Peeres.
First for thy hainous crimes, thou shalt two daies in London do
penance barefoote in the streetes, with a white sheete about thy [L 810]
bodie, and a waxe Taper burning in thy hand. That done, thou
shalt be banished for e%uer into the Ile#of#Man, there to ende thy
wretched daies, and this is our sentence erre%uocable. Away with
her.
E%uen to my death, for I ha%ue li%ued too long. [L 815]
(( {Exet} some with {Elnor}. ))
Gree%ue not noble vnckle, but be thou glad,
In that these Treasons thus are come to light,
Least God had pourde his %vengeance on thy head,
For her offences that thou heldst so deare. [L 820]
Oh gratious {Henry}, gi%ue me lea%ue awhile,
To lea%ue your grace, and to depart away,
For sorrowes teares hath gripte my aged heart,
And makes the fountaines of mine eyes to swell,
And therefore good my Lord, let me depart. [L 825]
With all my hart good vnkle, when you please,
Yet ere thou goest, {Humphrey} resigne thy staffe,
For Henry will be no more protected,
The Lord shall be my guide both for my land and me.
My staffe, I+ noble Henry, my life and all, [L 830]
My staffe, I yeeld as willing to be thine,
As erst thy noble father made it mine,
And e%uen as willing at thy feete I lea%ue it,
As others would ambitiously recei%ue it,
And long hereafter when I am dead and gone, [L 835]
%Vnkle Gloster, stand vp and go in peace,
No lesse belo%ued of vs, then when
Thou weart Protector o%uer my land. (( {Exet Gloster}. ))
Take vp the staffe, for here it ought to stand, [L 840]
Where should it be, but in King Henries hand?
Please it your Ma%iestie, this is the day
That was appointed for the combating
Betweene the Armourer and his man, my Lord,
And they are readie when your grace doth please. [L 845]
Then call them forth, that they may trie their rightes.
(( Enter at one doore the Armourer and his neighbours, drinking
to him so much that he is drunken, and he enters with a drum
before him, and his staffe with a sand-bag fastened to it, and
at the other doore, his man with a drum and sand-bagge, and [L 850]
Prentises drinking to him. ))
Here neighbor Hornor, I drink to you in a cup of / ^Sacke.
And feare not neighbor, you shall do well inough.
And here neighbor, heres a cup of Charneco.
Heres a pot of good double beere, neighbor drinke [L 855]
And be merry, and feare not your man.
Let it come, yfaith ile pledge you all,
And a figge for Peter.
Here Peter I drinke to thee, and be not affeard.
Here Peter, heres a pinte of Claret-wine for thee. [L 860]
And heres a quart for me, and be merry Peter,
And feare not thy maister, fight for credit of the Prentises.
I thanke you all, but ile drinke no more,
Here Robin, and if I die, here I gi%ue thee my hammer,
And Will, thou shalt ha%ue my aperne, and here Tom, [L 865]
Take all the mony that I ha%ue.
O Lord blesse me, I pray God, for I am ne%uer able to deale with
my maister, he hath learnt so much fence alreadie.
Come lea%ue your drinking, and fall to blowes.
^Sirrha, whats thy name? [L 870]
Peter forsooth.
Peter, what more?
{Thumpe}.
Thumpe, then see that thou thumpe thy maister.
Heres to thee neighbour, fill all the pots again, for be_
fore we fight, looke you, I will tell you my minde, for I am come
hither as it were of my mans instigation, to pro%ue my selfe an ho_
nest man, and Peter a kna%ue, and so ha%ue at you Peter with down_
right blowes, as Be%uys of ^South-hampton fell vpon Askapart.
Law you now, I told you hees in his fence alreadie.. [L 880]
(( Alarmes, and Peter hits him on the head and fels him. ))
Hold Peter, I confesse, Treason, treason. (( He dies. ))
O God I gi%ue thee praise. (( He kneeles downe. ))
Ho well done Peter. God sa%ue the King.
Go take hence that Traitor from our sight, [L 885]
For by his death we do percei%ue his guilt,
And God in %iustice hath re%uealde to vs,
The truth and innocence of this poore fellow,
Which he had thought to ha%ue murthered wrongfully.
Come fellow, follow vs for thy reward. (( {E@xet omnis}. )) [L 890]
(( Enter Duke {Humphrey} and his men, in
mourning cloakes. ))
Sirrha, whats a clocke?
Almost ten my Lord.
Then is that wofull houre hard at hand, [L 895]
That my poore Lady should come by this way,
In shamefull penance wandring in the streetes,
Sweete Nell, ill can thy noble minde abrooke,
The ab%iect people gazing on thy face,
With en%uious lookes laughing at thy shame, [L 900]
That earst did follow thy proud Chariot wheeles,
When thou didst ride in tryumph through the streetes.
(( Enter Dame {Elnor Cobham} bare-foote, and a white sheete about
her, with a waxe candle in her hand, and %verses written on
her backe and pind on, and accompanied with the Sheriffes [L 905]
of London, and Sir {%Iohn Standly}, and Officers, with billes and
holbards. ))
My gratious Lord, see where my Lady comes,
Please it your grace, weele take her from the Sheriffes?
I charge you for your li%ues stir not a foote, [L 910]
Nor offer once to draw a weapon here,
But let them do their office as they should.
Come you my Lord to see my open shame?
Ah Gloster, now thou doest penance too,
^See how the giddie people looke at thee, [L 915]
Shaking their heads, and pointing at thee heere,
Go get thee gone, and hide thee from their sights,
And in thy pent vp studie rue my shame,
And ban thine enemies. Ah mine and thine.
Ah Nell, sweet Nell, forget this extreme grief, [L 920]
And beare it patiently to ease thy heart.
^Ah Gloster teach me to forget my selfe,
For whilst I thinke I am thy wedded wife,
Then thought of this, doth kill my wofull heart.
The ruthlesse flints do cut my tender feete, [L 925]
And when I start the cruell people laugh,
^And bids me be ad%uised how I tread,
^And thus with burning Tapor in my hand,
Malde vp in shame with papers on my backe,
^Ah, Gloster, can I endure this and li%ue. [L 930]
Sometime ile say I am Duke {Humphreys} wife,
^And he a Prince, Protector of the land,
But so he rulde, and such a Prince he was,
^As he stood by, whilst I his forelorne Duches
Was led with shame, and made a laughing stocke, [L 935]
To e%uery idle rascald follower.
My lo%uely Nell, what wouldst thou ha%ue me do?
Should I attempt to rescue thee from hence,
I should incurre the danger of the law,
And thy disgrace would not be shadowed so. [L 940]
Be thou milde, and stir not at my disgrace,
%Vntill the axe of death hang o%uer thy head,
As shortly sure it will. For Suffolke he,
The new made Duke, that may do all in all
With her that lo%ues him so, and hates vs all, [L 945]
And impious Yorke and Bewford that false Priest,
Ha%ue all lymde bushes to betraie thy wings,
I summon your Grace, vnto his highnesse Parlament [L 950]
holden at saint Edmunds-Bury, the first of the next month.
A Parlament and our consent ne%uer cra%ude
Therein before. This is sodeine.
Well, we will be there.
(( {Exet. Herald}. )) [L 955]
Maister Sheriffe, I pray proceede no further against my
Lady, then the course of law extendes.
Please it your grace, my office here doth end,
And I must deli%uer her to sir %Iohn ^Standly,
To be conducted into the Ile#of#Man. [L 960]
Must you sir ^%Iohn conduct my Lady?
^I+ my gratious Lord, for so it is decreede,
And ^I am so commanded by the King.
^I pray you sir %Iohn, vse her neare the worse,
In that ^I intreat you to vse her well. [L 965]
The world may smile againe and I may li%ue,
To do you fa%uour if you do it her,
And so sir %Iohn farewell.
What gone my Lord, and bid not me farwell.
Witnesse my bleeding heart, I cannot stay to speake. [L 970]
(( {E@xet Humphrey} and his men. ))
Then is he gone, is noble Gloster gone,
And doth Duke Humphrey now forsake me too?
Then let me haste from out faire Englands boundes,
Come Standly come, and let vs haste away. [L 975]
Madam lets go vnto some house hereby,
Where you may shift your selfe before we go.
Ah good sir %Iohn, my shame cannot be hid,
Nor put away with casting off my sheete:
But come let vs go, maister Sheriffe farewell, [L 980]
Thou hast but done thy office as thou shouldst.
(( {E@xet omnes}. ))
(( Enter to the Parlament. ))
(( Enter two Heralds before, then the Duke of {Buc@kingham}, and the
I wonder our vnkle Gloster staies so long.
Can you not see, or will you not percei%ue,
How that ambitious Duke doth vse himselfe? [L 990]
The time hath bene, but now that time is past,
That none so humble as Duke Humphrey was:
But now let one meete him e%uen in the morne,
When e%uery one will gi%ue the time of day,
And he will neither mo%ue nor speake to vs. [L 995]
See you not how the Commons follow him
In troupes, crying, God sa%ue the good Duke Humphrey,
And with long life, %Iesus preser%ue his grace,
Honouring him as if he were their King.
Gloster is no litle man in England, [L 1000]
And if he list to stir commotions,
Tys likely that the people will follow him.
My Lord, if you imagine there is no such thing,
Then let it passe, and call it a womans feare.
My Lord of Suffolke, Buckingham, and Yorke, [L 1005]
Dispro%ue my Alligations if you can,
And by your speeches, if you can repro%ue me,
I will subscribe and say, I wrong'd the Duke.
Well hath your grace foreseen into that Duke,
And if I had bene licenst first to speake, [L 1010]
I thinke I should ha%ue told your graces tale.
Smooth runs the brooke whereas the streame is deepest.
No, no, my so%ueraigne, Gloster is a man
%Vnsounded yet, and full of deepe deceit.
(( Enter the Duke of {Somerset}. )) [L 1015]
Welcome Lord Somerset, what newes from France?
Cold newes my Lord, and this it is,
That all your holds and Townes within those Territores
Is o%uercome my Lord, all is lost.
Cold newes indeed Lord Somerset, [L 1020]
But Gods will be done.
Cold newes for me, for I had hope of France,
E%uen as I ha%ue of fertill England.
(( Enter Duke {Humphrey}. ))
Pardon my liege, that I ha%ue staid so long. [L 1025]
Nay, Gloster know, that thou art come too soone,
%Vnlesse thou pro%ue more loyall then thou art,
We do arrest thee on high treason here.
Why Suffolkes Duke thou shalt not see me blush
Nor change my countenance for thine arrest, [L 1030]
Whereof am I guiltie, who are my accusers?
Tis thought my lord, your grace tooke bribes from France,
And stopt the soldiers of their paie,
By which his Ma%iestie hath lost all France.
Is it but thought so, and who are they that thinke so? [L 1035]
So God helpe me, as I ha%ue watcht the night
E%uer intending good for England still,
That penie that e%uer I tooke from France,
Be brought against me at the %iudgement day.
I ne%uer robd the soldiers of their paie, [L 1040]
Many a pound of mine owne propper cost
Ha%ue I sent o%uer for the soldiers wants,
Because I would not racke the needie Commons.
In your Protectorship you did de%uise
^Strange torments for offendors, by which meanes [L 1045]
England hath bene defamde by tyrannie.
Why tis wel knowne that whilst I was protector
Pitie was all the fault that was in me,
A murtherer or foule felonous theefe,
That robs and murthers silly passengers, [L 1050]
I tortord abo%ue the rate of common law.
Tush my Lord, these be things of no account,
But greater matters are laid vnto your charge,
I do arrest thee on high treason here,
And commit thee to my good Lord Cardinall, [L 1055]
%Vntill such time as thou canst cleare thy selfe.
Good vnkle obey to his arrest,
Ah gratious Henry these daies are dangerous, [L 1060]
And would my death might end these miseries,
And staie their moodes for good King Henries sake,
But I am made the Prologue to their plaie,
And thousands more must follow after me,
That dreads not yet their li%ues destruction. [L 1065]
Suffolkes hatefull tongue blabs his harts malice,
Bewfords firie eyes showes his en%uious minde,
Buckinghams proud lookes bewraies his cruel thoughts,
And dogged Yorke that le%uels at the Moone
Whose o%uerweening arme ^I ha%ue held backe. [L 1070]
All you ha%ue %ioynd to betraie me thus:
And you my gratious Lady and so%ueraigne mistresse,
Causelesse ha%ue laid complaints vpon my head,
I shall not want false witnesses inough,
That so amongst you, you may ha%ue my life. [L 1075]
The Pro%uerbe no doubt will be well performde,
A staffe is quickly found to beate a dog.
Doth he not twit our so%ueraigne Lady here,
As if that she with ignomious wrong,
Had sobornde or hired some to sweare against his life. [L 1080]
I+ but I can gi%ue the loser lea%ue to speake.
Far truer spoke then ment, I loose indeed,
Beshrovv the vvinners hearts, they plaie me false.
Hele vvrest the sence and keep vs here all day,
My Lord of Winchester, see him sent avvay. [L 1085]
Who's vvithin there? Take in Duke Humphrey,
And see him garded sure vvithin my house.
O! thus King Henry casts avvay his crouch,
Before his legs can beare his bodie vp,
And puts his vvatchfull shepheard from his side, [L 1090]
Whilst vvol%ues stand snarring vvho shall bite him first.
Farvvell my so%ueraigne, long maist thou en%ioy,
Thy fathers happie daies free from annoy.
(( {E@xet Humphrey}, vvith the {Cardinals} men. ))
My Lords what to your vvisdoms shal seem best, [L 1095]
What wil your highnesse lea%ue the Parlament?
I+ Margaret. My heart is kild with griefe,
Where I may sit and sigh in endlesse mone,
For who's a Traitor, Gloster he is none. [L 1100]
(( {E@xet King, Salsbury}, and {VVarwic@ke}. ))
Then sit we downe againe my Lord Cardinall,
Suffolke, Buckingham, Yorke, and Somerset.
Let vs consult of proud Duke Humphries fall.
In mine opinion it were good he dide, [L 1105]
For safetie of our King and Common-wealth.
And so thinke ^I Madame, for as you know,
If our King Henry had shooke hands with death,
Duke Humphrey then would looke to be our King:
And it may be by pollicie he workes, [L 1110]
To bring to passe the thing which now we doubt,
The Foxe barkes not when he would steale the Lambe,
But if we take him ere he do the deed,
We should not question if that he should li%ue.
No. Let him die, in that he is a Foxe, [L 1115]
Least that in li%uing he offend vs more.
Then let him die before the Commons know,
For feare that they do rise in Armes for him.
Then do it sodainly my Lords.
Let that be my Lord Cardinals charge & mine. [L 1120]
Agreed, for hee's already kept within my house.
(( Enter a Messenger. ))
How now sirrha, what newes?
Madame I bring you newes from Ireland,
The wilde Onele my Lords, is vp in Armes, [L 1125]
With troupes of Irish Kernes that vncontrold,
Doth plant themsel%ues within the English pale.
What redresse shal we ha%ue for this my Lords?
Twere %very good that my Lord of ^Somerset
That fortunate Champion were sent o%uer, [L 1130]
And burnes and spoiles the Country as they goe.
Had Yorke bene there with all his far fetcht
Pollices, he might ha%ue lost as much as I. [L 1135]
I+, for Yorke would ha%ue lost his life before
That France should ha%ue re%uolted from Englands rule.
I+ so thou might'st, and yet ha%ue go%uernd worse then I.
What worse then nought, then a shame take all.
Shame on thy selfe, that wisheth shame. [L 1140]
Somerset forbeare, good Yorke be patient,
And do thou take in hand to crosse the seas,
With troupes of Armed men to quell the pride
Of those ambitious Irish that rebell.
Well Madame sith your grace is so content, [L 1145]
Let me ha%ue some bands of chosen soldiers,
And Yorke shall trie his fortune against those kernes.
Yorke thou shalt. My Lord of Buckingham,
Let it be your charge to muster vp such souldiers
As shall suffise him in these needfull warres. [L 1150]
Madame I will, and lea%uie such a band
As soone shall ouercome those Irish Rebels,
But Yorke, where shall those soldiers staie for thee?
At Bristow, I wil expect them ten daies hence.
Then thither shall they come, and so farewell. [L 1155]
(( {E@xet Buc@kingham}. ))
Adieu my Lord of Buckingham.
Suffolke remember what you ha%ue to do.
And you Lord Cardinall concerning Duke Humphrey,
Twere good that you did see to it in time, [L 1160]
Come let vs go, that it may be performde.
(( {Exet omnis, Manit Yor@ke}. ))
Now York bethink thy self and rowse thee vp,
Take time whilst it is offered thee so faire,
Least when thou wouldst, thou canst it not attaine, [L 1165]
Twas men I lackt, and now they gi%ue them me,
And now whilst I am busie in Ireland,
I ha%ue seduste a headstrong Kentishman,
%Iohn Cade of Ashford,
How now sirs, what ha%ue you dispatcht him?
I my Lord, hees dead I warrant you.
Then see the cloathes laid smooth about him still,
That when the King comes, he may percei%ue
No other, but that he dide of his owne accord. [L 1195]
All things is hansome now my Lord.
Then draw the Curtaines againe and get you gone,
And you shall ha%ue your firme reward anon.
(( {Exet} murtherers. ))
(( Then enter the King and Queene, the Duke of {Buc@kingham}, and [L 1200]
the Duke of {Somerset}, and the Cardinall. ))
My Lord of Suffolke go call our vnkle Gloster,
Tell him this day we will that he do cleare himselfe.
I will my Lord. (( {Exet Suffolke}. ))
And good my Lords proceed no further against our vnkle \ Gloster, [L 1205]
Dead in his bed, my Lord Gloster is dead.
(( The King falles in a sound. ))
Ay-me, the King is dead: help, help, my Lords.
Comfort my Lord, gratious Henry comfort.
What doth my Lord of Suffolk bid me comfort? [L 1215]
Came he e%uen now to sing a Ra%uens note,
And thinkes he that the cherping of a Wren,
By crying comfort through a hollow %voice,
Can satisfie my griefes, or ease my heart:
Thou balefull messenger out of my sight, [L 1220]
For e%uen in thine eye-bals murther sits,
Yet do not goe. Come Basaliske
And kill the silly gazer with thy lookes.
Why do you rate my Lord of Suffolke thus,
As if that he had causde Duke Humphreys death? [L 1225]
The Duke and I too, you know were enemies,
And you had best say that I did murther him.
Ah woe is me, for wretched Glosters death.
Be woe for me more wretched then he was,
What doest thou turne away and hide thy face? [L 1230]
I am no loathsome leoper looke on me,
Was I for this nigh wrackt vpon the sea,
And thrise by aukward winds dri%uen back from Englands bounds,
What might it bode, but that well foretelling
Winds, said, seeke not a scorpions neast. [L 1235]
(( Enter the Earles of {Warwicke} and {Salisbury}. ))
My Lord, the Commons like an angrie hi%ue of bees,
Run vp and downe, caring not whom they sting,
For good Duke Humphreys death, whom they report
To be murthered by Suffolke and the Cardinall here. [L 1240]
That he is dead good Warwick, is too true,
But how he died God knowes, not Henry.
Enter his pri%uie chamber my Lord and %view the bodie.
I will sonne. (( {Exet Salbury}. )) [L 1245]
(( {VVarwicke} drawes the curtaines and showes Duke
{Humphrey} in his bed. ))
Ah vnkle Gloster, hea%uen recei%ue thy soule.
Farewell poore Henries %ioy, now thou art gone.
Now by his soule that tooke our shape vpon him, [L 1250]
To free vs from his fathers dreadfull curse,
I am resol%u'd that %violent hands were laid,
%Vpon the life of this thrise famous Duke.
A dreadfull oth sworne with a solemne toong,
What instance gi%ues Lord Warwicke for these words? [L 1255]
Oft ha%ue I seene a timely parted ghost,
Of ashie semblance, pale and bloodlesse,
But loe the blood is setled in his face,
More better coloured then when he li%u'd,
His well proportioned beard made rough and sterne, [L 1260]
His fingers spred abroad as one that graspt for life,
Yet was by strength surprisde, the least of these are probable,
It cannot chuse but he was murthered.
^Suffolke and the Cardinall had him in charge,
And they ^I trust sir, are no murtherers. [L 1265]
I+, but twas well knowne they were not his friends,
And tis well seene he found some enemies.
But ha%ue you no greater proofes then these?
Who sees a hefer dead and bleeding fresh,
And sees hard-by a butcher with an axe, [L 1270]
But will suspect twas he that made the slaughter?
Who findes the partridge in the puttocks neast,
But will imagine how the bird came there,
Although the kyte soare with vnbloodie beake?
E%uen so suspitious is this Tragidie. [L 1275]
Are you the kyte Bewford, where's your talants?
Is ^Suffolke the butcher, where's his knife?
I weare no knife to slaughter sleeping men,
But heres a %vengefull sword rusted with case,
That shall be scoured in his rankorous heart, [L 1280]
That slanders me with murthers crimson badge,
What dares not Warwicke, if false Suffolke dare him? [L 1285]
He dares not calme his contumelious spirit,
Nor cease to be an arrogant controwler,
Though Suffolk dare him twentie hundreth times.
Madame be still, with re%uerence may I say it,
That e%uery word you speake in his defence, [L 1290]
Is slaunder to your royall Ma%iestie.
Blunt witted Lord, ignoble in thy words,
If e%uer Lady wrongd her Lord so much,
Thy mother tooke vnto her blamefull bed,
Some sterne vntutred churle, and noble stocke [L 1295]
Was graft with crabtree slip, whose frute thou art,
And ne%uer of the Ne%uels noble race.
But that the guilt of murther bucklers thee,
And I should rob the deaths man of his fee,
Quitting thee thereby of ten thousand shames, [L 1300]
And that my so%ueraignes presence makes me mute,
I would false murtherous coward on thy knees
Make thee cra%ue pardon for thy passed speech,
And say it was thy mother that thou meants,
That thou thy selfe was borne in bastardie, [L 1305]
And after all this fearefull homage done,
Gi%ue thee thy hire and send thy soule to hell,
Pernitious blood-sucker of sleeping men.
Thou shouldst be waking whilst I shead thy blood,
If from this presence thou dare go with me. [L 1310]
Away e%uen now, or I will drag thee hence.
(( Warwicke puls him out. ))
(( {E@xet Warwicke} and {Suffolke}, and then all the Commons
within, cries, downe with {Suffolke}, downe with {Suffol@k}.
And then enter againe, the Duke of {Suffol@ke} and {VVar_
wicke}, with their weapons drawne. ))
Why how now Lords?
The Traitorous Warwicke with the men of Berry,
Set all vpon me mightie so%ueraigne i
My Lord, the Commons sends you word by me,
That vnlesse false Suffolke here be done to death,
Or banished faire Englands Territories, [L 1325]
That they will erre from your highnesse person,
They say by him the good Duke Humphrey died,
They say by him they feare the ruine of the realme.
And therefore if you lo%ue your sub%iects weale,
They wish you to banish him from foorth the land. [L 1330]
Indeed tis like the Commons rude vnpolisht hinds
Would send such message to their so%ueraigne,
But you my Lord were glad to be imployd,
To trie how quaint an Orator you were,
But all the honour Salsbury hath got, [L 1335]
Is, that he was the Lord Embassador
Sent from a sort of Tinkers to the King.
(( The Commons cries, an answere from the King,
my Lord of {Salsbury}. ))
Good Salsbury go back againe to them, [L 1340]
Tell them we thanke them all for their lo%uing care,
And had I not bene cited thus by their meanes,
My selfe had done it. Therefore here I sweare,
If Suffolke be found to breathe in any place,
Where I ha%ue rule, but three daies more, he dies. [L 1345]
(( {Exet Salisbury}. ))
Oh Henry, re%uerse the doome of gentle Suffolkes ba_
nishment.
%Vngentle Queene to call him gentle ^Suffolke,
^Speake not for him, for in England he shall not rest, [L 1350]
If I say, I may relent, but if I sweare, it is erre%uocable.
Come good Warwicke and go thou in with me,
For I ha%ue great matters to impart to thee.
(( {E@xet} King and {VVarwic@ke, Manet} Queene
and {Suffol@ke}. )) [L 1355]
Hell fire and %vengeance go along with you,
Theres two of you, the di%uell make the third,
A plague vpon them, wherefore should ^I curse them?
Could curses kill as do the Mandrakes groanes, [L 1360]
I would in%uent as many bitter termes
Deli%uered strongly through my fixed teeth,
With twice so many signes of deadly hate,
As lea%ue fast en%uy in her loathsome ca%ue,
My toong should stumble in mine earnest words, [L 1365]
Mine eyes should sparkle like the beaten flint,
My haire be fixt on end, as one distraught,
And e%uery %ioynt should seeme to curse and ban,
And now me-thinks my burthened hart would breake,
^Should ^I not curse them. Poison be their drinke, [L 1370]
Gall worse then gall, the daintiest thing they taste.
Their sweetest shade a gro%ue of sypris trees.
Their softest tuch as smart as lyzards stings.
Their musicke frightfull, like the serpents hys.
And boding scrike-oules make the consort full. [L 1375]
All the foule terrors in darke seated hell.
Inough sweete ^Suffolke, thou torments thy selfe.
You bad me ban, and will you bid me sease?
Now by this ground that I am banisht from,
Well could I curse away a winters night, [L 1380]
And standing naked on a mountaine top,
Where byting cold would ne%uer let grasse grow,
And thinke it but a minute spent in sport.
No more. Sweete ^Suffol^ke hie thee hence to {France},
Or li%ue where thou wilt vvithin this vvorldes globe, [L 1385]
Ile ha%ue an Irish that shall finde thee out,
^And long thou shalt not staie, but ile ha%ue thee repelde,
Or %venture to be banished my selfe.
Oh let this kisse be printed in thy hand,
That when thou seest it, thou maist thinke on me. [L 1390]
Avvay, I say, that I may feele my griefe,
For it is nothing vvhilst thou standest here.
Thus is poore {Suffolke} ten times banished,
Once by the King, but three times thrise by thee.
(( Enter {Vawse}. )) [L 1395]
Hovv novv, vvhither goes Vavvse so fast?
To signifie vnto his Ma%iestie,
That Cardinall Bevvford is at point of death,
^Sometimes he ra%ues and cries as he vvere madde,
^Sometimes he cals vpon Duke Humphries Ghost, [L 1400]
And vvhispers to his pillovv as to him,
And sometime he calles to speake vnto the King,
And I am going to certifie vnto his grace,
That e%uen novv he cald aloude for him.
Go then good Vavvse and certifie the King. [L 1405]
(( {Exet Vawse}. ))
Oh vvhat is vvorldly pompe, all men must die,
And vvoe am I for Bevvfords hea%uie ende.
But vvhy mourne I for him, vvhilst thou art here?
^Svveete Suffolke hie thee hence to France, [L 1410]
For if the King do come, thou sure must die.
And if I go I cannot li%ue: but here to die,
What vvere it else, but like a pleasant slumber
In thy lap?
Here could I, could I, breath my soule into the aire, [L 1415]
As milde and gentle as the nevv borne babe,
That dies vvith mothers dugge betvveene his lips,
Where from thy sight I should be raging madde,
And call for thee to close mine eyes,
Or vvith thy lips to stop my dying soule, [L 1420]
That ^I might breathe it so into thy bodie,
And then it li%u'd in svveete Elyziam,
By thee to die, vvere but to die in %ieast,
From thee to die, vvere torment more then death,
O let me staie, befall, vvhat may befall. [L 1425]
Oh mightst thou staie vvith safetie of thy life,
Then shouldst thou staie, but hea%uens deny it,
And therefore go, but hope ere long to be repelde.
^I goe.
And take my heart vvith thee. [L 1430]
(( ^She kisseth him. ))
A %ievvell lockt into the vvofulst caske,
That e%uer yet containde a thing of vvoorth,
This way for me. (( {Exet Queene}. ))
(( Enter King and {Salsbury}, and then the Curtaines be drawne, and
the Cardinall is disco%uered in his bed, ra%uing and staring as if he
were madde. ))
Oh death, if thou wilt let me li%ue but one whole yeare, [L 1440]
Ile gi%ue thee as much gold as will purchase such another Iland.
Oh see my Lord of ^Salsbury how he is troubled,
Lord Cardinall, remember Christ must sa%ue thy soule.
Why died he not in his bed?
What would you ha%ue me to do then? [L 1445]
Can I make men li%ue whether they will or no?
^Sirra, go fetch me the strong poison which the Pothicary sent me.
Oh see where duke Humphreys ghoast doth stand,
And stares me in the face. Looke, looke, coame downe his haire,
^So now hees gone againe: Oh, oh, oh. [L 1450]
See how the panges of death doth gripe his heart.
Lord Cardinall, if thou diest assured of hea%uenly blisse,
Hold vp thy hand and make some signe to vs.
(( The ^Cardinall dies. ))
Oh see he dies, and makes no signe at all. [L 1455]
Oh God forgi%ue his soule.
So bad an ende did ne%uer none behold,
But as his death, so was his life in all.
Forbeare to %iudge, good Salsbury forbeare,
For God will %iudge vs all. [L 1460]
Go take him hence, and see his funerals be performde.
(( {E@xet omnes}. ))
(( Alarmes within, and the chambers be discharged, like as it
were a fight at sea. And then enter the Captaine of the ship
and the Maister, and the Maisters Mate, & the Duke of Suf_
folke disguised, and others with him, and Water Whick_
more. ))
Bring forward these prisoners that scorn'd to yeeld,
%Vnlade their goods with speed and sincke their ship,
Here Maister, this prisoner I gi%ue to you. [L 1470]
Water! (( He starteth. ))
How now, what doest feare me? [L 1475]
Thou shalt ha%ue better cause anon.
It is thy name affrights me, not thy selfe.
I do remember well, a cunning Wyssard told me,
That by Water I should die:
Yet let not that make thee bloudie minded. [L 1480]
Thy name being rightly sounded,
Is Gualter, not Water.
Gualter or Water, als one to me,
I am the man must bring thee to thy death.
I am a Gentleman looke on my Ring, [L 1485]
Ransome me at what thou wilt, it shalbe paid.
I lost mine eye in boording of the ship,
And therefore ere I marchantlike sell blood for gold,
Then cast me headlong downe into the sea.
But what shall our ransomes be? [L 1490]
A hundreth pounds a piece, either paie that or die.
Then sa%ue our li%ues, it shall be paid.
Come sirrha, thy life shall be the ransome
I will ha%ue.
Staie %villaine, thy prisoner is a Prince, [L 1495]
The Duke of Suffolke, William de la Poull.
The Duke of Suffolke folded vp in rags.
I+ sir, but these rags are no part of the Duke,
%Io%ue sometime went disguised, and why not I?
I+ but %Io%ue was ne%uer slaine as thou shalt be. [L 1500]
Base %Iadie groome, King Henries blood
The honourable blood of Lancaster,
Cannot be shead by such a lowly swaine,
I am sent Ambassador for the Queene to France,
I charge thee waffe me crosse the channell safe. [L 1505]
Ile waffe thee to thy death, go Water take him hence,
And on our long boates side, chop off his head.
Thou darste not for thine owne.
Yes Poull.
Poull. [L 1510]
I+ Poull, puddle, kennell, sinke and durt,
Ile stop that yawning mouth of thine,
Those lips of thine that so oft ha%ue kist the
Queene, shall sweepe the ground, and thou that
Smildste at good Duke Humphreys death, [L 1515]
Shalt li%ue no longer to infect the earth.
This %villain being but Captain of a Pinnais,
Threatens more plagues then mightie Abradas,
The great Masadonian Pyrate,
Thy words addes fury and not remorse in me. [L 1520]
I+ but my deeds shall staie thy fury soone.
Hast not thou waited at my Trencher,
When we ha%ue feasted with Queene Margret?
Hast not thou kist thy hand and held my stirrope?
And barehead plodded by my footecloth Mule, [L 1525]
And thought thee happie when I smilde on thee?
This hand hath writ in thy defence,
Then shall I charme thee, hold thy la%uish toong.
Away with him Water, I say, and off with his hed.
Good my Lord, intreat him mildly for your life. [L 1530]
First let this necke stoupe to the axes edge,
Before this knee do bow to any,
Sa%ue to the God of hea%uen and to my King:
Suffolkes imperiall toong cannot pleade
To such a %Iadie groome. [L 1535]
Come, come, why do we let him speake,
I long to ha%ue his head for raunsome of mine eye.
A Swordar and bandeto sla%ue,
Murthered sweete Tully.
Brutus bastard-hand stabde %Iulius Caesar, [L 1540]
And Suffolke dies by Pyrates on the seas.
(( {Exet Suffolke}, and {VVater}. ))
Off with his head, and send it to the Queene,
And ransomelesse this prisoner shall go free,
To see it safe deli%uered vnto her. [L 1545]
Come lets goe. (( {Exet omnes}. ))
Come away Nick, and put a long staffe in thy pike, and
pro%uide thy selfe, for I Can tell thee, they ha%ue bene vp this two
daies. [L 1550]
Then they had more need to go to bed now,
But sirrha George whats the matter?
Why sirrha, %Iack Cade the Diar of Ashford here,
He meanes to turne this land, and set a new nap on it.
I+ marry he had need so, for tis growne threedbare, [L 1555]
Twas ne%uer merry world with vs, since these gentle men came vp.
I warrant thee, thou shalt ne%uer see a Lord weare a lea_
ther aperne now a-daies.
But sirrha, who comes more beside %Iacke Cade?
Why theres Dicke the Butcher, and Robin the Sadler, [L 1560]
and Will that came a wooing to our Nan last ^Sunday, and Harry
and Tom, and Gregory that should ha%ue your Parnill, and a great
sort more is come from Rochester, and from Maydstone, and Can_
terbury, and all the Townes here abouts, and we must all be Lords
or squires, assoone as %Iacke Cade is King. [L 1565]
Harke, harke, I here the Drum, they be comming.
(( Enter {%Iacke Cade@, Dicke Butcher@, Robin@, VVill@, Tom@,
Harry} and the rest, with long sta%ues. ))
Proclaime silence.
^Silence. [L 1570]
I %Iohn Cade so named for my %valiancie.
Or rather for stealing of a Cade of Sprats.
My father was a Mortemer.
He was an honest man and a good Brick-laier.
My mother came of the Brases. [L 1575]
She was a Pedlers daughter indeed, and sold many lases.
And now being not able to occupie her furd packe,
She washeth buckes vp and downe the country.
Therefore I am honourably borne.
I+ for the field is honourable, for he was borne [L 1580]
%Vnder a hedge, for his father had no house but the Cage.
I am able to endure much.
Thats true, I know he can endure any thing,
For I ha%ue seene him whipt two market daies togither.
I feare neither sword nor fire. [L 1585]
He need not feare the sword, for his coate is of proofe.
But mee thinkes he should feare the fire, being so often
burnt in the hand, for stealing of sheepe.
Therefore be bra%ue, for your Captain is bra%ue, and %vowes
reformation: you shall ha%ue se%uen half-penny loa%ues for a penny, [L 1590]
and the three hoopt pot, shall ha%ue ten hoopes, and it shall be felo_
ny to drinke small beere, and if I be king, as king I will be.
God sa%ue your ma%iestie.
I thanke you good people, you shall all eate and drinke of
my score, and go all in my li%uerie, and weele ha%ue no writing, but [L 1595]
the score & the Tally, and there shalbe no lawes but such as comes
from my mouth.
We shall ha%ue sore lawes then, for he was thrust into the
mouth the other day.
I+ and stinking law too, for his breath stinks so, that one [L 1600]
cannot abide it.
(( Enter {VVill} with the Clarke of {Chattam}. ))
Oh Captaine a pryze.
Whose that Will?
The Clarke of {Chattam}, he can write and reade and cast [L 1605]
account, I tooke him setting of boyes coppies, and hee has a booke
in his pocket with red letters.
Sonnes, hees a con%iurer bring him hither.
Now sir, whats your name?
Emanuell sir, and it shall please you. [L 1610]
It will go hard with you, I can tell you,
For they vse to write that oth top of letters.
And what do you vse to write your name?
Or do you as auncient forefathers ha%ue done,
%Vse the score and the Tally? [L 1615]
Nay, true sir, I praise God I ha%ue bene so well brought
vp, that I can write mine owne name.
Oh hes confest, go hang him with his penny-inckhorne
about his necke. (( {Exet} one with the Clarke. ))
(( Enter {Tom}. )) [L 1620]
Captaine. Newes, newes, sir Humphrey Stafford and his
brother are comming with the kings power, and mean to kil vs all.
Let them come, hees but a knight is he?
No, no, hees but a knight.
Why then to equall him, ile make my selfe knight. [L 1625]
Kneele downe %Iohn Mortemer,
Rise vp sir %Iohn Mortemer.
Is there any more of them that be Knights?
I+ his brother.
(( He Knights {Dicke Butcher}. )) [L 1630]
Then kneele downe Dicke Butcher,
Rise vp sir Dicke Butcher.
(( Now sound vp the Drumme. ))
(( Enter sir {Humphrey Stafford} and his brother, with
Drumme and souldiers. )) [L 1635]
As for these silken coated sla%ues I passe not a pinne,
Tis to you good people that I speake.
Why country-men, what meane you thus in troopes,
To follow this rebellious Traitor Cade?
Why his father was but a Brick-laier. [L 1640]
Well, and Adam was a Gardner, what then?
But I come of the Mortemers.
I+, the Duke of Yorke hath taught you that.
The Duke of York, nay, I learnt it my selfe,
For looke you, Roger Mortemer the Earle of March, [L 1645]
Married the Duke of Clarence daughter.
Well, thats true: But what then?
And by her he had two children at a birth.
Thats false.
I+, but I say, tis true. [L 1650]
Why then tis true.
And one of them was stolne away by a begger-woman,
And that was my father, and I am his sonne,
Deny it and you can.
Nay looke you, I know twas true, [L 1655]
For his father built a chimney in my fathers house,
And the brickes are ali%ue at this day to testifie.
But doest thou heare Stafford, tell the King, that for his
fathers sake, in whose time boyes plaide at spanne-counter with
French Crownes, I am content that hee shall be King as long [L 1660]
O monstrous simplicitie.
And tell him, weele ha%ue the Lorde Sayes head, and the
Duke of Somersets, for deli%uering vp the Dukedomes of An%ioy
and Mayne, and selling the Townes in France, by which meanes [L 1665]
England hath bene maimde e%uer since, and gone as it were with a
crouch, but that my puissance held it vp. And besides, they can
speake French, and therefore they are traitors.
As how I prethie?
Why the French men are our enemies be they not? [L 1670]
And then can hee that speakes with the tongue of an enemy be a
good sub%iect?
Answere me to that.
Well sirrha, wilt thou yeeld thy selfe vnto the Kings
mercy, and he will pardon thee and these, their outrages and rebel_
lious deeds?
Nay, bid the King come to me and he will, and then ile
pardon him, or otherwaies ile ha%ue his Crowne tell him, ere it be
long.
Go Herald, proclaime in all the Kings Townes, [L 1680]
That those that will forsake the Rebell Cade,
Shall ha%ue free pardon from his Ma%iestie.
(( {Exet Stafford} and his men. ))
Come sirs, saint George for vs and Kent.
(( {Exet omnes}. )) [L 1685]
(( Alarums to the battaile, and sir {Humphrey Stafford}
and his brother is slaine. Then enter %Iacke
Cade againe and the rest. ))
Sir Dicke Butcher, thou hast fought to#day most %valianly,
And knockt them down as if thou hadst bin in thy slaughter house. [L 1690]
And thus I will reward thee. The Lent shall be as long againe as
it was. Thou shalt ha%ue licence to kil for foure score & one a week,
Drumme strike vp, for now weele march to London, for to#mor_
row I meane to sit in the Kings seate at Westminster.
(( {E@xet omnes}. )) [L 1695]
(( Enter the King reading of a Letter, and the Queene, with
the Duke of {Suffolkes} head, and the Lord {Say},
with others. ))
Sir {Humphrey Stafford} and his brother is slaine,
And the Rebels march amaine to London, [L 1700]
Go back to them, and tell them thus from me,
Ile come and parley with their generall.
(( {Reade.} )) Yet staie, ile reade the Letter one againe.
Lord Say, %Iacke Cade hath solemnely %vowde to ha%ue thy head.
I+, but I hope your highnesse shall ha%ue his. [L 1705]
How now Madam, still lamenting and mourning for Suf_
folkes death, I feare my lo%ue, if I had bene dead, thou wouldst not
ha%ue mournde so much for me.
No my lo%ue, I should not mourne, but die for thee.
(( Enter a Messenger. )) [L 1710]
Oh flie my Lord, the Rebels are entered
Southwarke, and ha%ue almost wonne the Bridge,
Calling your grace an vsurper,
And that monstrous Rebell Cade, hath sworne
To Crowne himselfe King in Westminster, [L 1715]
Therefore flie my Lord, and poste to Killingworth.
Go bid Buckingham and Clifford, gather
An Army vp, and meete with the Rebels.
Come Madame, let vs haste to Killingworth.
Come on Lord Say, go thou along with vs, [L 1720]
For feare the Rebell Cade do finde thee out.
My innocence my Lord shall pleade for me.
And therfore with your highnesse lea%ue, ile staie behind.
E%uen as thou wilt my Lord Say.
Come Madame, let vs go. [L 1725]
(( {E@xet omnes}. ))
(( Enter the Lord {Skayles} vpon the Tower
walles walking. ))
(( Enter three or foure Citizens below.))
How now, is %Iacke Cade slaine? [L 1730]
No my Lord, nor likely to be slaine,
For they ha%ue wonne the bridge,
Killing all those that withstand them.
The Lord Mayor cra%ueth ayde of your honor from the Tower,
To defend the Citie from the Rebels. [L 1735]
Such aide as I can spare, you shall command,
Now is Mortemer Lord of this Citie,
And now sitting vpon London stone, We command,
That the first yeare of our raigne,
The pissing Cundit run nothing but red wine.
And now hence forward, it shall be treason [L 1750]
For any that calles me any othervvise then
Lord Mortemer.
(( Enter a souldier. ))
%Iacke Cade, %Iacke Cade.
Sounes, knocke him dovvne. (( (They kill him. )) [L 1755]
My Lord, theirs an Army gathered togither
Into Smythfield.
Come then, lets go fight with them,
But first go on and set London bridge a fire,
And if you can, burne dovvne the Tovver too. [L 1760]
Come lets avvay. (( {Exet omnes}. ))
(( Alarmes, and then {Mathew Goffe} is slaine, and all the
rest vvith him. Then enter {%Iac@ke Cade} a_
gain, and his company. ))
^So, sirs novv go some and pull dovvn the Sa%uoy, [L 1765]
Others to the Innes of the Court, dovvne vvith them all.
I ha%ue a sute vnto your Lordship.
^Be it a Lordship Dicke, and thou shalt ha%ue it
For that vvord.
That vve may go burne all the Records, [L 1770]
And that all vvriting may be put dovvne,
And nothing vsde but the score and the Tally.
Dicke it shall be so, and henceforvvard all things shall be
in common, and in Cheapeside shall my palphrey go to grasse.
But when shall we take vp those commodities
Which you told vs of.
Marry he that will lustily stand to it,
Shall go with me, and take vp these commodities following:
Item, a gowne, a kirtle, a petticoate, and a smocke. [L 1785]
(( Enter {George}. ))
My Lord, a prize, a prize, heres the Lord Say,
Which sold the Townes in France.
Come hither thou Say, thou George, thou buckrum lord,
What answere canst thou make vnto my mightinesse, [L 1790]
For deli%uering vp the townes in France to Mounsier bus mine cue,
the Dolphin of France?
And more then so, thou hast most traitorously erected a grammer
schoole, to infect the youth of the realme, and against the Kings
Crowne and dignitie, thou hast built vp a paper-mill, nay it wil be [L 1795]
said to thy face, that thou kepst men in thy house that daily reades
of bookes with red letters, and talkes of a Nowne and a Verbe, and
such abhominable words as no Christian eare is able to endure it.
And besides all that, thou hast appointed certaine %Iustises of peace
in e%uery shire to hang honest men that steale for their li%uing, and [L 1800]
because they could not reade, thou hast hung them vp: Onely for
which cause they were most worthy to li%ue. Thou ridest on a foot_
cloth doest thou not?
Yes, what of that?
Marry I say, thou oughtest not to let thy horse weare a [L 1805]
cloake, when an honester man then thy selfe, goes in his hose and
doublet.
You men of Kent.
Kent, what of Kent?
Nothing but {bona@, terra}. [L 1810]
{Bonum terum}, sounds whats that?
He speakes French.
No tis Dutch.
No tis outtalian, I know it well inough.
Kent, in the Commentaries Caesar wrote, [L 1815]
Termde it the ci%uel'st place of all this land,
Then noble Country-men, heare me but speake,
I sold not France, I lost not Normandie.
But wherefore doest thou shake thy head so?
It is the palsie and not feare that makes me. [L 1820]
Nay thou nodst thy head, as who say, thou wilt be e%uen
with me, if thou getst away, but ile make the sure inough, now I
ha%ue thee. Go take him to the standerd in Cheapeside and chop of+
his head, and then go to milende-greene, to sir %Iames Cromer his
sonne in law, and cut off his head too, and bring them to me vpon [L 1825]
two poles presently. (Away with him.
(( {E@xet} one or two, with the Lord {Say}. ))
There shall not a noble man weare a head on his shoulders,
But he shall paie me tribute for it.
Nor there shal not a mayd be married, but he shal fee to me for her. [L 1830]
Maydenhead or else, ile ha%ue it my selfe,
Marry I will that married men shall hold of me in capitie,
And that their wi%ues shalbe as free as hart can thinke, or toong can / tell.
(( Enter {Robin}. ))
O Captaine, London bridge is a fire. [L 1835]
Runne to Billingsgate, and fetche pitch and flaxe and
squench it.
(( Enter {Dicke} and a Sargiant. ))
%Iustice, %iustice, I pray you sir, let me ha%ue %iustice of this
fellow here. [L 1840]
Why what has he done?
Alasse sir he has ra%uisht my wife.
Why my Lord he would ha%ue rested me,
And I went and and entred my Action in his wi%ues paper house.
Dicke follow thy sute in her common place, [L 1845]
You horson %villaine, you are a ^Sargiant youle,
Take any man by the throate for twel%ue pence,
And rest a man when hees at dinner,
And ha%ue him to prison ere the meate be out of his mouth.
Go Dicke take him hence, cut out his toong for cogging, [L 1850]
Why country-men and warlike friends of Kent, [L 1860]
What meanes this mutinous rebellions,
That you in troopes do muster thus your sel%ues,
%Vnder the conduct of this Traitor Cade?
To rise against your so%ueraigne Lord and King,
Who mildly hath his pardon sent to you, [L 1865]
If you forsake this monstrous Rebell here?
If honour be the marke whereat you aime,
Then haste to France that our forefathers wonne,
And winne againe that thing which now is lost,
And lea%ue to seeke your Countries o%uerthrow. [L 1870]
A Clifford, a Clifford.
(( They forsake {Cade}. ))
Why how now, will you forsake your generall,
And ancient freedome which you ha%ue possest?
To bend your neckes vnder their ser%uile yokes, [L 1875]
Who if you stir, will straightwaies hang you vp,
But follow me, and you shall pull them downe,
And make them yeeld their li%uings to your hands.
A Cade, a Cade.
(( They runne to {Cade} againe. )) [L 1880]
Bra%ue warlike friends heare me but speake a word,
Refuse not good whilst it is offered you,
The King is mercifull, then yeeld to him,
And I my selfe will go along with you,
To Winsore Castle whereas the King abides, [L 1885]
And on mine honour you shall ha%ue no hurt.
A Clifford, a Clifford, God sa%ue the King.
How like a feather is this rascall company
Go some and make after him, and proclaime,
That those that can bring the head of Cade, [L 1895]
Shall ha%ue a thousand Crownes for his labour.
Come march away. (( {E@xet omnes}. ))
(( Enter King {Henry} and the Queene, and {Somerset}. ))
Lord Somerset, what newes here you of the Rebell Cade?
This, my gratious Lord, that the Lord Say is don to death, [L 1900]
And the Citie is almost sackt.
Gods will be done, for as he hath decreede, so must it be:
And be it as he please, to stop the pride of those rebellious men.
Had the noble Duke of Suffolke bene ali%ue,
The Rebell Cade had bene supprest ere this, [L 1905]
And all the rest that do take part with him.
(( Enter the Duke of {Buckingham} and {Clifford}, with the
Rebels, with halters about their necks. ))
Long li%ue King Henry, Englands lawfull King,
Loe here my Lord, these Rebels are subdude, [L 1910]
And offer their li%ues before your highnesse feete.
But tell me Clifford, is there Captaine here.
No, my gratious Lord, he is fled away, but proclamations
are sent forth, that he that can but bring his head, shall ha%ue a thou_
sand crownes. But may it please your Ma%iestie, to pardon these [L 1915]
their faults, that by that traitors meanes were thus misled.
Stand vp you simple men, and gi%ue God praise,
For you did take in hand you know not what,
And go in peace obedient to your King,
And li%ue as sub%iects, and you shall not want, [L 1920]
Whilst Henry li%ues, and weares the English Crowne.
God sa%ue the King, God sa%ue the King.
Come let vs hast to London now with speed,
That solemne prosessions may be sung,
In laud and honour of the God of hea%uen, [L 1925]
And triumphs of this happie %victorie. (( ({Exet omnes}. ))
Good Lord how pleasant is this country life, [L 1930]
This litle land my father left me here,
With my contented minde ser%ues me as well,
As all the pleasures in the Court can yeeld,
Nor would I change this pleasure for the Court.
^Sounes, heres the Lord of the soyle, Stand %villaine, thou [L 1935]
wilt betraie mee to the King, and get a thousand crownes for my
head, but ere thou goest, ile make thee eate yron like an Astridge,
and swallow my sword like a great pinne.
Why sawcy companion, why should I betray thee?
Ist not inough that thou hast broke my hedges, [L 1940]
And enterd into my ground without the lea%ue of me the owner,
But thou wilt bra%ue me too.
Bra%ue thee and beard thee too, by the best blood of the
Realme, looke on me well, I ha%ue eate no meate this fi%ue dayes, yet
and I do not lea%ue thee and thy fi%ue men as dead as a doore nayle, I [L 1945]
pray God I may ne%uer eate grasse more.
Nay, it ne%uer shall be saide whilst the world doth stand,
that Alexander Eyden an Esquire of Kent, tooke oddes to combat
with a famisht man, looke on me, my limmes are equall vnto thine,
and e%uery way as big, then hand to hand, ile combat thee. Sirrha [L 1950]
fetch me weopons, and stand you all aside.
Now sword, if thou doest not hew this burly-bond churle
into chines of beefe, I beseech God thou maist fal into some smiths
hand, and be turnd to hobnailes.
Come on thy way. (( (They fight, and {Cade} fals downe. )) [L 1955]
Oh %villaine, thou hast slaine the floure of Kent for chi%ual_
rie, but it is famine & not thee that has done it, for come ten thou_
sand di%uels, and gi%ue me but the ten meales that I wanted this fi%ue
daies, and ile fight with you all, and so a poxe rot thee, for %Iacke
Cade must die. (( (He dies. )) [L 1960]
%Iack Cade, & was it that monstrous Rebell which I ha%ue
slaine. Oh sword ile honour thee for this, and in my chamber shalt
thou hang as a monument to after age, for this great ser%uice thou
hast done to me. Ile drag him hence, and with my sword cut off his
head, and beare it (( ({Exet}. )) [L 1965]
In Armes from Ireland comes Yorke amaine,
Ring belles aloud, bonfires perfume the ayre,
To entertaine faire Englands royall King.
Ah {Sancta Ma%iesta}, who would not buy thee deare? [L 1970]
(( Enter the Duke of {Buckingham}. ))
But soft, who comes here {Buckingham}, what newes with him?
Yorke, if thou meane well, I greete thee so.
Humphrey of Buckingham, welcome I svveare:
What comes thou in lo%ue or as a Messenger? [L 1975]
I come as a Messenger from our dread Lord and so%ueraign,
Henry. To knovv the reason of these Armes in peace?
Or that thou being a sub%iect as I am,
Shouldst thus approach so neare vvith colours spred,
Whereas the person of the King doth keepe? [L 1980]
A sub%iect as he is.
Oh hovv I hate these spitefull ab%iect termes,
But Yorke dissemble, till thou meete thy sonnes,
Who novv in Armes expect their fathers sight,
And not farre hence I knovv they cannot be. [L 1985]
Humphrey Duke of Buckingham, pardon me,
That I ansvvearde not at first, my mind vvas troubled,
I came to remo%ue that monstrous Rebell Cade,
And hea%ue proud ^Somerset from out the Court,
That basely yeelded vp the Tovvnes in France. [L 1990]
Why that vvas presumption on thy behalfe,
But if it be no othervvise but so,
The King doth pardon thee, and granst to thy request,
And ^Somerset is sent vnto the Tovver.
%Vpon thine honour is it so? [L 1995]
Yorke, he is vpon mine honour.
Then before thy face, I here dismisse my troopes,
Sirs, meete me to#morrovv in saint Georges fields,
And there you shall recei%ue your paie of me.
(( {Exet} souldiers. )) [L 2000]
Come York, thou shalt go speake vnto the King,
But see, his grace is comming to meete vvith vs.
How now Buckingham, is Yorke friends with vs,
That thus thou bringst him hand in hand with thee? [L 2005]
He is my Lord, and hath dischargde his troopes
Which came with him, but as your grace did say,
To hea%ue the Duke of ^Somerset from hence,
And to subdue the Rebels that vvere vp.
Then vvelcome cousin Yorke, gi%ue me thy hand, [L 2010]
And thankes for thy great ser%uice done to vs,
Against those traitorous Irish that rebeld.
(( Enter maister {Eyden} vvith {%Iac@ke Cades} head. ))
Long li%ue Henry in triumphant peace,
Lo here my Lord vpon my bended knees, [L 2015]
I here present the traitorous head of Cade,
That hand to hand in single fight I slue.
First thanks to hea%uen, & next to thee my friend,
That hast subdude that vvicked traitor thus.
Oh let me see that head that in his life, [L 2020]
Did vvorke me and my land such cruell spight,
A %visage sterne, cole blacke his curled locks,
Deepe trenched furrovves in his frovvning brovv,
Presageth vvarlike humors in his life.
Here take it hence, and thou for thy revvard, [L 2025]
Shalt be immediatly created Knight.
Kneele dovvne my friend, and tell me vvhats thy name?
Alexander Eyden, if it please your grace,
A poore Esquire of ^Kent.
Then rise vp sir Alexander Eyden knight, [L 2030]
And for thy maintenance, I freely gi%ue
A thousand markes a yeare to maintaine thee,
Beside the firme revvard that vvas proclaimde,
For those that could performe this vvorthie act,
And thou shalt vvaight vpon the person of the king. [L 2035]
I humbly thank your grace, and I no longer li%ue,
Then I pro%ue %iust and loyall to my king. (( ({Exet}. ))
(( Enter the Queene vvith the Duke of {Somerset}. ))
O Buckingham see vvhere ^Somerset comes,
Bid him go hide himselfe till Yorke be gone. [L 2040]
He shall not hide himselfe for feare of Yorke,
But beard and bra%ue him proudly to his face.
Whose that, proud Somerset at libertie?
Base fearefull Henry that thus dishonor'st me,
By hea%uen, thou shalt not go%uerne o%uer me: [L 2045]
I cannot brooke that Traitors presence here,
Nor will I sub%iect be to such a King,
That knowes not how to go%uerne nor to rule,
Resigne thy Crowne proud Lancaster to me,
That thou vsurped hast so long by force, [L 2050]
For now is Yorke resol%u'd to claime his owne,
And rise aloft into faire Englands Throane.
Proud Traitor, I arest thee on high treason,
Against thy so%ueraigne Lord, yeeld thee false Yorke,
For here I sweare, thou shalt vnto the Tower, [L 2055]
For these proud words which thou hast gi%uen the king.
Thou art decei%ued, my sonnes shalbe my baile,
And send thee there in dispight of him.
Hoe, where are you boyes?
Call Clifford hither presently. [L 2060]
(( Enter the Duke of {Yorkes} sonnes, {Edward} the Earle of {March}, and
crook-backe {Richard}, at the one doore, with Drumme and sol_
diers, and at the other doore, enter {Clifford} and his sonne, with
Drumme and souldiers, and {Clifford} kneeles to {Henry}, and
speakes. )) [L 2065]
Long li%ue my noble Lord, and so%ueraigne King.
We thanke thee Clifford.
Nay, do not affright vs with thy lookes,
If thou didst mistake, we pardon thee, kneele againe.
Why, I did no way mistake, this is my King. [L 2070]
What is he mad? to Bedlam with him.
I+, a bedlam frantike humor dri%ues him thus
To lea%uy Armes against his lawfull King.
Why doth not your grace send him to the Tower?
He is arested, but will not obey, [L 2075]
His sonnes he saith, shall be his baile.
How say you boyes, will you not?
Yes noble father, if our words will ser%ue.
And if our words will not, our swords shall.
Call hither to the stake, my two rough beares. [L 2080]
Call Buckingham, and bid him Arme himselfe.
Call Buckingham and all the friends thou hast,
Both thou and they, shall curse this fatall houre.
(( Enter at one doore, the Earles of {Salsbury} and {VVarwicke}, with
Drumme and souldiers. And at the other, the Duke of {Bucking_
ham}, with Drumme and souldiers. ))
Are these thy beares? weele bayte them soone,
Dispight of thee and all the friends thou hast.
You had best go dreame againe,
To keepe you from the tempest of the field. [L 2090]
I am resol%u'd to beare a greater storme,
Then any thou canst con%iure vp to#day,
And that ile write vpon thy Burgonet,
Might I but know thee by thy houshold badge.
Now by my fathers age, old Ne%uels crest, [L 2095]
The Rampant ^Beare chaind to the ragged staffe,
This day ile weare aloft my burgonet,
As on a mountaine top the Caedar showes,
That keepes his lea%ues in spight of any storme,
E%uen to affright the with the %view thereof. [L 2100]
And from thy burgonet will I rend the beare,
And tread him vnderfoote with all contempt,
Dispight the ^Beare-ward that protects him so.
And so renowmed so%ueraigne to Armes,
To quell these Traitors and their compleases. [L 2105]
Fie, Charitie for shame, speake it not in spight,
For you shall sup with %Iesus Christ to#night.
Foule Stigmaticke thou canst not tell.
No, for if not in hea%uen, youle surely sup in hell.
(( {E@xet omnes.} )) [L 2110]
(( Alarmes to the battaile, and then enter the Duke of {Somerset}
and {Richard} fighting, and {Richard} kils him vnder the signe of
the Castle in Saint {Albones}. ))
So Lie thou there, and breathe thy last.
Whats here, the signe of the Castle? [L 2115]
Then the prophesie is come to passe,
Clifford of Comberland, tis Warwicke calles, [L 2125]
And if thou doest not hide thee from the Beare,
Now whilst the angry Trompets sound Alarmes,
And dead mens cries do fill the emptie aire:
Clifford I say, come forth and fight with me,
Proud Northerne Lord, Clifford of Comberland, [L 2130]
Warwicke is hoarse with calling thee to Armes.
(( Clifford speakes within.))
Warwicke stand still, and %view the way that Clifford hewes with
his murthering Curtelaxe, through the fainting troopes to finde
thee out. [L 2135]
Warwicke stand still, and stir not till I come.
(( Enter {Yor@ke}. ))
How now my Lord, what a foote?
Who kild your horse?
The deadly hand of Clifford. Noble Lord, [L 2140]
Fi%ue horse this day slaine vnder me,
And yet bra%ue Warwicke I remaine ali%ue,
But I did kill his horse he lo%u'd so well,
The boniest gray that ere was bred in North.
(( Enter {Clifford}, and {Warwicke} offers to [L 2145]
fight with him. ))
Hold Warwicke, and seeke thee out some other chase,
My selfe will hunt this deare to death.
Bra%ue Lord, tis for a Crowne thou fights,
Clifford farewell, as I entend to prosper well to#day, [L 2150]
It grie%ues my soule to lea%ue thee vnassaild.
(( {E@xet VVarwicke}. ))
Now Clifford, since we are singled here alone,
And here I stand, and pitch my foote to thine,
Vowing ne%uer to stir, till thou or I be slaine.
For ne%uer shall my heart be safe at rest,
Till I ha%ue spoyld the hatefull house of Yorke. [L 2160]
(( Alarmes, and they fight, and {Yor@ke} kils {Clifford}. ))
Now Lancaster sit sure, thy sinowes shrinke,
Come fearefull Henry gro%uelling on thy face,
Yeeld vp thy Crowne vnto the Prince of Yorke.
(( {Exet Yorke}. )) [L 2165]
(( Alarmes, then enter yoong {Clifford} alone. ))
Father of Comberland,
Where may I seeke my aged father forth?
O! dismall sight, see where he breathlesse lies,
All smeard and weltred in his luke-warme blood, [L 2170]
Ah, aged pillar of all Comberlands true house,
Sweete father, to thy murthred ghoast I sweare,
Immortall hate vnto the house of Yorke,
Nor ne%uer shall I sleepe secure one night,
Till I ha%ue furiously re%uengde thy death, [L 2175]
And left not one of them to breath on earth.
(( He takes him vp on his backe. ))
And thus as old Ankyses sonne did beare
His aged father on his manly backe,
And fought with him against the bloodie Greeks, [L 2180]
E%uen so will I. But staie, heres one of them,
To whom my soule hath sworne immortall hate.
(( Enter {Richard}, and then {Clifford} laies downe his father,
fights with him, and {Richard} flies away againe. ))
Out crooktbacke %villaine, get thee from my sight, [L 2185]
But I will after thee, and once againe
When I ha%ue borne my father to his Tent,
Ile trie my fortune better with thee yet.
(( {E@xet} yoong {Clifford} with his
father. )) [L 2190]
Avvay my Lord, and flie to London straight,
Make hast, for %vengeance comes along vvith them, [L 2195]
Come stand not to expostulate, lets go.
Come then faire Queene, to London let vs hast,
And sommon a Parlament vvith speede,
To stop the fury of these dyre e%uents.
(( {E@xet} King and Queene. )) [L 2200]
(( Alarmes, and then a flourish, and enter the Duke of
{Yorke} and {Richard}. ))
Hovv novv boyes, fortunate this fight hath bene,
I hope to vs and ours, for Englands good,
^And our great honour, that so long vve lost, [L 2205]
Whilst faint-heart Henry did vsurpe our rights:
But did you see old Salsbury, since we
With bloodie mindes did buckle with the foe,
I would not for the losse of this right hand,
That ought but well betide that good old man. [L 2210]
My Lord, I saw him in the thickest throng,
Charging his Lance with his old weary armes,
And thrise I saw him beaten from his horse,
And thrise this hand did set him vp againe,
And still he fought with courage gainst his foes, [L 2215]
The boldest sprited man that ere mine eyes beheld.
(( Enter {Salsbury} and {Warwicke}. ))
See noble father, where they both do come,
The onely props vnto the house of Yorke.
Well hast thou fought this day, thou %valiant Duke, [L 2220]
And thou bra%ue bud of Yorkes encreasing house,
The small remainder of my weary life,
I hold for thee, for with thy warlike arme,
Three times this day thou hast preser%u'd my life.
What say you Lords, the King is fled to London? [L 2225]
There as I here to hold a Parlament.
After them, nay before them if we can.
Now by my faith Lords, twas a glorious day,
Saint Albones battaile wonne by famous Yorke, [L 2230]
Shall be eternest in all age to come.
Sound Drummes and Trumpets, and to London all,
And more such daies as these to vs befall.
(( {Exet omnes}. ))
[[ FINIS. [/Device: McKerrow 299/] [L 2235]
LONDON.
Printed by Thomas Creed, for Thomas Millington,
and are to be sold at his shop vnder Saint Peters
Church in Cornwall.
1594. ]] [L 2240]