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A09224	The famous chronicle of king Edward the first, sirnamed Edward Longshankes with his returne from the holy land. Also the life of Lleuellen rebell in Wales. Lastly, the sinking of Queene Elinor, who sunck at Charingcrosse, and rose againe at Pottershith, now named Queenehith.; King Edward the First	Peele, George, 1556-1596.	1593 (1593)	STC 19535; ESTC S110371	47,032	88

the Bride Careles of chance I le recke no sowre euent Englands broad wombe hath not that armed band That can expel Lluellen from his land Enter Dauid Flie Lord of Cambria flie Prince of VVales Sweete brother flie the field is wonne and lost Thou art beset with Englands furious troupes And cursed Mortimor like a Lion leades Our men haue got the Bridg but al in vaine The English men are come vppon our backes Either flee or die for Edward hath the day For me I haue my rescue in my hand England on me no torments shal inflict Farewell Lluellen while wee meete in Heauen Exit Dauid Enter Souldiers Follow pursue lie there what ere thou be Lluellen is slaine with a Pike staffe Yet soft my hearts let vs his coutenance see This is the Prince I know him by his face O gracious fortune that me happie made To spoile the weede that chokes faire Cambria Hale him from hence and in this buskie wood Bury his corps but for his head I vowed I will present our gouernour with the same Exeunt omnes Enter the Frier with a halter about his necke Frier Come my gentle Richard my trew master seruant that in some stormes haue stood my maister hang thee I praie thee least I hang for thee and downe on thy mary bones like a foolish fellow that haue gone farre astray and aske forgiuenes of God and king Edward for playing the rachell and the Rebel here in Wales ah gentle Richard many a whot breakefast haue wee beene at together now since like one of Mars his frozen knights I must hang vp my weapon vppon this tree and come per misericordiam to the madde Potter Mortimor wring thy handes Frier and sing a pittiful farewell to thy pike-staffe at parting The Frier hauing song his farewell to his Pikestaffe a takes his leaue of Cambria and Exit the Frier Enter Mortimor with his souldiers and Elinor Mortimor Binde fast the Traitor and bring him awaie that the law maie iustly passe vppon him and receaue the reward of monstruous treasons and villanye staine to the name and honor of his noble countrey for you that slew Lluellen and presented vs with his heade the King shall reward your fortune and chiualry Sweet Ladie abate not thy lookes so heauenlie to the earth God and the King of England hath honor for thee in store and Mortimors heart at seruice and at thy commaundement Elinor Thankes gentle Lord but alas who can blame Elinor to accuse her starres that in one howre hath loste honor and contentment Mort. And in one howr may your Ladishippe recouer both if you vouchsafe so be aduised by your friendes but what makes the Frier here vpon his mary bones Frier O Potter Potter the Frier doth sue Now his olde maister is slaine and gone to haue anew Elinor Ah sweet Lluellen how thy death I rue Mortimor Well saide Frier better once then neuer giue me thy hand my cunning shall faile me but we will be fellowes yet and now Robin Hood is gone it shall cost me whot water but thou shalt be King Edwards man only I enioyne thee this come not too neare the Frier but good Frier be at my hand Frier O sirre no sirre not so sirre a was warned too latelie none of that flesh I loue Mortimor Come on and for those that haue made their submission and giuen their names in the Kinges name I pronounce their pardones and so God saue K. Edward Exeunt ambo from Wales Heres thunder and lightning when the Queen comes in Enter Queene Elinor and Ione Q Eli. Whie Ione is this the welcome that the clouds affordes how dare these disturbe our thoughts knowing that I am Edwardes wife and Englands Queen here thus on Charing greene to threaten me Ione Ah mother blaspheme not so your blaspheming and other wicked deeds hath caused our God to terrifie your thoughts and call to minde your sinfull fact committed against the Maris here of louely London and better Maris London neuer bread so full of ruth and pitty to the poore her haue you made awaie that London cries for vengeance on your head Queene I rid her not I made her not awaie by heauen I sweare Traitors they are to Edward and to Englandes Queene that saie I made awaie the Maris Ione Take heede sweet Lady mother sweare not so a field of prise corne wil not stop their mouths that said you haue made a waie that vertuous woman Queene Gape earth and swallow me and let my soule sincke downe to Hell if I were Autor of this womens Tragedy Oh Ione helpe Ione thy mother sinckes Ione Oh mother my helpe is nothing oh she is suncke and here the earth is new closde vp againe ah Charinge greene for euer change thy hew and neuer may the gras grow greene againe but wither and returne to stones because that beauteous Elinor sincke on thee wel I will send vnto the king my fathers Grace and satisfie him of this strange mishap Exit Ione Alarum a charge after long skirmishe assault florishe Enter King Edward with his traine and Balioll prisoner Edward speaketh Edward Now trothles King what fruites haue brauing boastes VVhat end hath Treason but a soddaine fall Such as haue knowne thy life and bringing vp Haue praised thee for thy learning and thy art How comes it then that thou forgetst thy bookes That schoold thee to forget ingratitude Vnkinde this hand hath nointed thee a king This tongue pronounst the sentence of thy ruth If thou in lue of mine vnfaigned loue Hast leuied armes for to attempt my crowne Now see thy fruites thy gloryes are dispearst And his for like sith thou hast past thy bounds Thy sturdie necke must stoope to beare this yoke Balioll. I tooke this lesson Edward from my booke To keepe a iust equality of minde Content with euery fortune as it comes So canst thou threat no more then I expect Edward So sir your moderation is enforst Your goodly gloses cannot make it good Balioll. Then will I keepe in silence what I meane Since Edward thinkes my meaning is not good Edmund Naie Balioll speake forth if there yet remain A little remnant of perswading Art Balioll. If cunning haue power to win the king Let those imploy it that can flatter him If honored deede may reconcile the King It lies in me to giue and him to take Edward Why what remains for Balioll now to giue Balioll. Alegeance as becomes a roiall king Edward What league of fa● where league is broken once Balioll. The greater hope in them that once haue falne Edward But foolishe are those Monarches that doe yeelde A conquered Realme vppon submissiue vowes Balioll. There take my crowne and so redeme my life Edward I sit that was the choisest plea of both For who so quels the pomp of haughtie windes And breakes their s●fe wheron they build their trust 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 wanting power they carrie not harme Balioll shall liue but yet within su● bounds

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He had no thought of any gentle heart That would not seaze desire for such desart If any heauenly ioy in women be Sweet of all sweetes sweete Nell it is in thee Now lords along by this the Earle of Marche Lord Mortimor ore Cambriaes mountaine tops Hath rang'd his men and feeles Lluellens minde To which confines that well in wasting be Our sollemne seruice of coronation past We will amaine to backe our friends at neede And into to Wales our men at armes shall march And we with them in person foote by foote Brother of Scotland you shall to your home And liue in honour there faire England friend And thou sweet Nell Queene of king Edwards heart Shall now come lesser at thy daintie loue And at coronation meete thy louing peeres When stormes are past and we haue coolde the rage Of these rebellious Welshmen that contend Gainst Englands maiestie and Edwards crowne Sound Trumpets Harolds lead the traine along This be king Edwards feast and hollie daie Exeunt Enter the Maris of London from Church and Musicke before her Qu. Eli. Glocester who may this be a bride or what I praie yee Ione goe see And know the reason of the harmonie Ione Good woman let it not ostend you any whit For to deliuer vnto me the cause That in this vnusuall kinde of sort You passe the streetes with musicke so Maris Mistres or Madam what ere you be Wot you I am the Maior of Londons wife Who for I haue beene deliuered of a sonne Hauing not these doozen yeares had any before Now in my husbands yeare of Mairoltie Bringing him a goodly boye I passe vnto my house a maiden bride Which priuate pleasure touching godlinesse Shall here no waye I hope offend the good Queene You hope so gentle mistres do you indeed But doe not make it parcell of your creede Maris Alas I am vndone it is the Queene The proudest Queene that euer England knew Exeunt Maris omnes Quee. Come Gloster le ts to the court and reuel there Exeunt Glocester and the Queene Enter Meredith Dauid and Lluellen Dauid Soft is it not Meredeth I behold Lluel. All good all friends Meredeth see the man Must make vs great and raise Lluellens head Fight thou Lluellen for thy friend and thee Mer. Fight mauger fortune strong our battailes strong And beare thy foes before thy pointed launce Dauid Not too much prowesse good my lord at once Some talke of pollicie another while Mered. How comes my lims hurt at this assault Lluel. Hurt for our good Meredeth make account Sir Dauids wit is full of good deuise And kindlie will performe what he pretends Dauid Enough of this my Lord at once What will you that I holde the king in hand Or what shall I especiallie aduize Sitting in counsell with the English lordes That so my counsell may auaile my friends Lluel. Dauid if thou wilt best for me deuise Aduise my loue be rendered to my hand Tell them the Chaines that Mulciber erst made To tie Prometheus lims to Caucasus Nor furies phanges shal hold me long from her But I will haue her from the usurper tent My beautious Elinor if ought in this If in this case thy wit may boote thy friends Expres it then in this in nothing els Dauid I there 's a Carde that puts vs to our trumpe For might I see the starre of Leisters loines It were enough to darken and obscure This Edwards glorie fortune and his pride First hereof can I put you out of doubt Lord Mortimor of the king hath her in charge And honourablie intreates your Elinor Some thinkes he praies Lluellen were in heauen And thereby hopes to coache his loue on earth Lluel No where Lluellen mounts there Ellen flies Inspeakable are my thoughts for her Shee is not from me in death to be diuorst Dauid Go to it shall be so so shall it be Edward is full resolued of thy faith So are the English lords and Barons all Then what may let thee to intrude on them Some new found stratagem to feele their wit It is enough Meredeth take my weapons I am your prisoner say so at the least Go hence and when you parle on the walles Make shew of monstrous tirannie you intend To execute on me as on the man That shamefullie rebels gainst kin and kinde And least thou haue thy loue and make thy kinde With such conditions as shall best concerne Dauid must die say thou a shamefull death Edward perhaps with ruthe and pittie moou'd Will in exchange yeelde Elinor to thee And thou by me shalt gaine thy hearts desire Lluel. Sweetely aduized Dauid thou blessest me My brother Dauid lengthener of my life Friends gratulate to me my ioyfull hopes Exeunt Enter Longshankes Sussex and others Long. Why Barons suffer yee our foes to breathe Assault assault and charge them all amaine They feare they flie they faint they fight in vaine But where is gentle Dauid in his Den Loth were lenght but good should him betide Sound an Alarum On the walles enter Longshankes Sussex Mortimor Dauid the Friar Meredith holding Dauid by the collar with a Dagger in his hande Long. Where is the proude disturber of our state Traitor to Wailes and to his Soueraigne Lluel. Vsurper here I am what doost thou craue Lon. Welshman alleagance which thou owest thy king Lluel. Traitor no king that seekes thy countries sack The famous runnagate of Christendome Long. Ambitious rebell knowest thou what I am How great how famous and how fortunate And darst thou carie armes against me here Euen when thou shouldst do reuerence at my feete Yea feard and honourd in the farthest parts Hath Edward beene thy noble Henries sonne Traitor this sworde vnsheathd hath shined oft VVith reeking in the bloud of Sarazens When like to Perseus on his winged steede Brandishing bright the bloud of Adamant That aged Saturne gaue faire Maias sonne Conflicting tho with Gorgon in the vale Setting before the gates of Nazareth My horses hoofes I staind in Pagans gore Sending whole countries of heathen soules To Plutoes house this sworde this thirstie sworde Aimes at thy head and shall I hope ere long Gage and deuide thy bowels and thy bulke Disloiall villaine thou and what is more Lluel. Why Longshankes thinkst thou I will bee scarde with wordes No didst thou speake in thunder like to Ioue Or shouldst as Briareus shake at once A hundred bloudie swordes with bloudie hands I tell thee Longshankes here he faceth thee VVhome nought can daunt no not the stroke of death Resolu'd yee see but see the chance of warre Knowst thou a traitor and thou seest his head Then Longshankes looke this villaine in the face This Rebell he hath wrought his countries wrack Base rascall had and hated in his kinde Obiect of wrath and subiect of reuenge Long. Lluellen calst thou this the chance of warre Bad for vs all pardie but worse for him Courage sir Dauid kings thou knowst must die And noble mindes all