vnto that warre I will not leaue S. Paul nor Burgundie Not a bare Pigscoate to shroud them in Heraulde He. My Soueraigne Ed. Go Derauld I to Lewes the French King Denounce sterne warre and tell him I am come To take possession of my Realme of France Defie him boldly from vs be thy voice As fierce as thunder to affright his soule Derauld be gone I say and be thy breath Percing as lightning and thy words as death Her I goe my Liedge resolude to your hie will Exit Ed. Sound Drum I say set forward with our power And France ere long expect a dreadfull hower I will not take the English standard downe Till thou empale my temples with thy Crowne Enter Lewes the French king Burbon and S. Pier with the Heraulde of England K. Lewes Heraulde of England we are pleased to heare What message thou hast brought vs from thy King Prepare thy selfe and be aduisde in speech English Heraulde Right gratious and most Christian king of France I come not to thy presence vnpreparde To doe the message of my Royall Liedge Edward the Fourth of England and of France The lawfull King and Lord of Ireland Whose puissant magnanimious breast incensde Through manifest notorious iniuries Offred by thee King Lewes and thy French Against his title to the crowne of France And right in all these Dukedomes following Aquitaine Aniow Guyen A guilesme Breathes forth by me the Organe of his spéech Hostile defiance to thy realme and thee And trampling now vpon the face of France With barbed horse and valiant armed foote Himselfe the leader of those martiall troupes Bids thée to battell where and when thou darst Except thou make such restitution And yearely tribute on good hostages As may content his iust conceiued wrath And to this message answere I expect Lew. Right peremptorie is this embassage And were my royal Brother of England pleasde To entertaine those kind affections Where with we doe imbrace his amitie Needlesse were all these thunder-threatning words Let heauen where all our thoughts are registred Beare record with what déepe desire of peace We shall subscribe to such conditions As equitie for England shall propound If Edward haue sustained wrong in France Lewes was neuer author of that wrong Yet faultles we will make due recompence We are assurde that his majestike thoughts In his milde spirit did neuer meane these warres Till Charles Burgundie once our fawning friend But now our open foe and Count S. Paul Our subiect once and Constable of France But now a traytor to our Realme and vs Were motiues to incite him vnto Armes Which hauing done will leaue him on my life Her The King my master reckes not Burgundy And scornes S. Paul that trecherous Constable His puissance is sufficient in it selfe To conquer France like his progenitors K. L. He shall not néed to waste by force of warre Where peace shall yéeld him more then he can win We couet peace and we will purchase it At any rate that reason can demaund And it is better England ioyne in league With vs his strong old open enemie Than with those weake new dissembling friends We doe secure vs from our open foes But trust in friends though faithles we repose My Lord S. Piere and cosin Burbon speake What censure you of Burgundy and S. Paul S. Pi. Dread Lord it is wel knowne that Burgundy Made shew of tender seruice to your maiestie Till by the engine of his flatteries He made a breach into your Highnes loue Where entred once and thereof full possess He so abusde that royall excellence By getting footing into many townes Castles and forts belonging to your Crowne That now he holds them gainst your realme you Burb. And Count S. Paul the Constable of France Ambitious in that high authoritie Usurps the lands and Seigneuries of those That are true subiects noble Peeres of France Your boundlesse fauours did him first suborne And now to be your Liegeman he thinks scorne Lew. By this coniecture the vnsteady course Thy royall master vndertakes in France And Herald intimate what seruent zeale We haue to league with Edward and his English Thrée hundred crownes we giue thée for reward And of rich Crimson veluet thirtie yardes In hope thou wilt vnto thy Soueraigne tell We shew thée not one discontented looke Nor render him one misbeholden word But his defiance and his dare to warre We swallow with the supple oyle of peace Which gentle Herald if thou canst procure A thousand crowne shall iustly guerdon thée Her So please it your most sacred Maiestie To send vnto my gracious Soueraigne Equall conditions for the bonds of peace And restitution of his iniuries His temper is not of obdurate malice But swéete relenting princely clemencie Performe your promise of a thousand crownes And second me with some fit messenger And I will vndertake to worke your peace Lew. By the true honour of a Christian King Effect our peace and thou shalt haue our crownes And we will poste a Herald after thee That shall confirme thy speech and our designes Goe Mugeroune see to this Herald giuen The veluet and thrée hundred crownes preposde Farewell good friend remember our request And kindly recommend vs to King Edward Exeunt English Herald and Mugeroune How think you Lords i st not more requisite To make our peace then warre with Englands power Burb. Yes gratious Lord the wounds are bléeding yet That Talbot Bedford and King Henry made Which peace must cure or France shall languish still S. Piere Besides my Liege by these intestine foes The Constable and trecherous Burgundie The States in danger if the English stirré Enter Mugeroune K. Lew. T is perilous and full of doubt my Lords We must haue peace with England euery way Who shall be Herald in these high affayres Bur. No better man then Monsieur Mugeroune Whose wit is sharpe whose eloquence is sound His presence gratious and his courage good A gentleman a scholler and a souldiour A compleate man for such an Embassage Art thou content to be employde Mugeroune In this negotiation to King Edward Mug. If your most sacred Maiestie commaund Your humble vassall Mugeroune shall goe K. Lew. Gramercies Mugeroune but thou must assume A Heralds habit and his office both To pleade our loue and to procure vs peace With English Edward for the good of France Mug. I know the matter and the forme my Lord Giue me my Heralds coate and I am gone K. Lew. Thou art a man composde for businesse Attend on vs for thy instructions And other fit supplies for these affayres And for thy diligence expect reward Exeunt Enter seuerall waies Burgundie and the Constable of France Con. Whither away so fast goes Burgundy Bur. Nay rather whither goes the Constable Con. Why to King Edward man is he not come Meanst thou not like wise to goe visit him Bur. Oh excellent I know that in thy soule Thou knowst that I doe purpose nothing lesse Nay I
doe know for all thy outward shew Thou hast no meaning once to looke on him Brother dissembler leaue this colouring With him that meanes as falsely as thy selfe Con. I but thou knowst that Edward on our letters And hoping our assistance when he came Did make this purposde voyage into France And with his forces is he here arriude Trusting that we will kéepe our word with him Now though we meane it not yet set a face Vpon the matter as though we intended To kéepe our word with him effectually Bur. And for my better countenance in this case My lingring siege at Nuse will serue the turne There will I spend the time to disappoynt King Edwards hope of my conioyning with him Con. And I will kéepe me still here in S. Quintins Pretending mightie matters for his aide But not performing any on my word The rather Burgundy because I aime At matters which perhaps may cost your head All this aside If all hit right to expectation In the meane space like a good craftie knaue That hugs the man he wisheth hangd in hart Kéepe I faire weather still with Burgundy Till matters fall out for my purpose fit Ici sont mon secrets beau temps pour moy Bur. Ici sont mon secrets beau temps pour moy Are ye so craftie Constable procéede procéede You quick sharpe sighted man imagine me Blinde witlesse and a fillie Idiot That pries not into all your policies Who I no God doth know my simple wit Can neuer sound a iudgement of such reach As is our cunning Constable of France Perswade thy selfe so still and when time serues And that thou art in most extremitie Néeding my helpe then take thou héede of me In meane while Sir you are the only man That hath my heart hath I and great reason too Thus it befits men of déepe reach to doo Well Constable you le back againe to Nuse And not aide English Edward Con. What else man And kéepe thée in S. Quintins so shall we Smile at King Edwards weake capacitie Exeunt Enter King Edward with Burgundie Howard Sellenger and Scales K. Ed. Tell not me Burgundie t is I am wrongd And you haue dealt like a disloyall Knight B. Edward of England these are vnkingly words King He that wil do my Lord what he should not Must and shall heare of me what he would not I say againe you haue deluded me Bur. Am I not come according to my word K. No Charles of Burgundie thy word was giuen To méete with me in Aprill now t is August The place appointed Calice not Lorraine And thy approach to be with martiall troupes But thou art come not hauing in thy traine So much as Page or Lackie to attend thee As who should say thy presence were munition And strength enough to answer our expect Summer is almost spent yet nothing done And all by dalliance with vncertaine hope Burg. My forces lay before the citie Nuse From which I could not rise but with dishonour Unlesse vpon some composition had K. Ed. There was no such exception in your letters Why smiles Lord Scales Scales My man reports my Lord The composition that the Duke there made Was méere compulsion for the citizens Draue him from thence perforce K. Ed. I thought so much We should not yet haue seene your excellence But that your héeles were better then your hands B. Lord Scales thou dost me wrong to slander me K. Ed. Letting that passe it shall be seene my Lord That we are able of our selfe to claime Our right in France without or your assistance Or any others but the helpe of heauen Bur. I make no question of it yet the Constable Prest with no such occasion as I was Might haue excusde vs both if he had pleasde K. Ed. Accuse him not your cities as we came Were euen as much to be condemnde as his They gaue vs leaue to lye within the field And scarcely would affoord vs meate for money This was small friendship in respect of that You had ingagde your honour to performe But march we forward as we were determined This is S. Quintins where you say my Lord The Constable is readie to receiue vs Bur. So much he signified to me by letter K. Ed. Well we shall see his entertainment forward As they march vpon the stage the Lord Scales is strooke downe and two souldiours slaine outright with great shot from the towne Flie to our maine battaile bid them stand There 's treason plotted speake to me Lord Scales Or if there be no power of life remaining To vtter thy hearts grieuance make a signe Two of our common souldiours slaine beside This is hard welcome but it was not you At whom the fatall enginer did aime My breast the leuell was though you the marke In which conspiracie answer me Duke Is not thy soule as guiltie as the Earles Bur. Perish my soule King Edward if I knew Of any such intention yet I did and grieue that it hath sped no otherwise K. Ed. Howard and Sellinger Burgundie steales away What is there hope of life in none of them Ho. The souldiours are both slaine outright my Lord But the Lord Scales a little is recouered K. Ed. Conuay his body to our Pauillion And let our Surgeons vse all diligence They can deuise for safegard of his life Whilst we with all extremitie of warre Goe plague S. Quintins Howard fetch on our powers We will not stirre a foote till we haue she wne Just vengeance on the Constable of France Oh God to wooe vs first to passe the sea And at our comming thus to halt with vs I thinke the like thereof was neuer seene But where 's the Duke Scl. Gone as it seemes my Lord Stept secretly away as one that knew His conscience would accuse him if he staide K. Ed. A paire of most dissembling hypocrites Is he and this base Earle on whom I vow Leauing King Lewis vnpreiudizde in peace To spend the whole measure of my kindled rage Their stréetes shall sweate with their effused blood And this bright Sunne be darkned with the smoke Of smouldring cinders when their citie lies Buried in ashes of reuengefull fire On whose pale superstcies in the stead Of parchmēt with my launce I le draw these lines Edward of England left this memorie In iust reuenge of hatefull trecherie Enter Howard againe Lord Howard haue ye done as I commanded How Our battailes are disposde and on the brow Of euery inferiour seruiter my Lord You might behold destruction figured Greedily thrusting to begin the fight But when no longer they might be restrainde And that the drumme and trumpet both began To sound warres chéerefull harmonie behold A flagge of truce vpon the walles was hangd And forth the gates did issue méekly pac't Thrée men whereof the Constable is one The other two the Gunner and his mate By whose grosse ouer-sight as they report This sudden chance vnwittingly befell K. Ed. Bring forth the Constable the other
receiue him with like maiestie Enter certaine Noblemen and Souldiours with a Drum they march about the stage then enter king Lewis and his traine and meete with King Edward the Kings embrace K. Lewis My princely brother we are grieued much To thinke you haue béen at so great a charge And toyld your royall selfe so farre from home Vpon the vnconstant promise of those men That both dissemble with your Grace and me K. Ed. Brother of France you might condemne vs rightly Not only of great wrong and toyle sustaind But of excéeding folly if incited We had presumde to enter these Dominions Vpon no other reason then the word And weake assistance of the Earle S. Paul Or Burgundies perswasion t is our right That wings the bodie of composed warre And though we listned to their flatteries Yet so we shapte the course of our affayres As of our selfe we might be able found Without the trusting to a broken staffe Lew. I know your maiestie had more discretion But this is not the occasion of our méeting If you be pleasde to entertaine a peace My kingly brother in the sight of these And of the al-discouering eye of heauen Let vs embrace for as my life I sweare I tender England and your happines K. Ed. The like do I by you and warlike France But princely brother ere this knot be knit There are some few conditions to be signde That done I am as readie as your selfe K. Lew. Faire brother let vs heare them what they be K. Ed. Herald repeate the articles Her First it is couenanted that Lewis King of France according to the custome of his predecessors shall doe homage to King Edward King of England as his Soueraigne and true heire to all the Dominions of France Burb. How as his Soueraigne that were to depose And quite bereaue him of his Diademe Will kingly Lewis stoope to such vassallage K. Ed. Burbon and if he will not let him chuse K. Lew. Brother haue patience Burbon seale your lips And interrupt not these high consequents Forward Herald what is else demaunded Her Secondly it is couenanted that Lewis King of France shall pay vnto Edward King of England immediatly vpon the agréement betwixt their Maiesties seauentie fiue thousand crownes of the sunne toward the charge King Edward hath béen at since his arriuall in these parts of France Burb. Mort dieu hée le neither leaue him Crown nor coyne K. Lew. Burbon I say be silent Herald reade on Her Thirdly and lastly it is couenanted that ouer and beside those seauentie fiue thousand crownes of the sunne now presently to be paied Lewis King of France shal yéerely hereafter during the life of Edward King of England pay fiftie thousand crownes more without fraude or guile to bee tendred at his Maiesties Castle commonly called the Tower of London Burb. Nay bind him that he bring his Lordship a couple of Capons too euery yéere beside Here is a peace indéed farre worse then warre K. Ed. Brother of France are you resolude to doe According as you heare the couenants drawne K. Lew. Brother of England mount your royall throne For subiects weale and glorie of my God And to deale iustly with the world beside Knowing your title to be lineall From the great Edward of that name the third Your predecessor thus I doe resigne Giuing my Crowne and Scepter to your hand As an obedient Liegeman to your Grace K Ed. The same doe I deliuer backe againe With as large interest as you had before Now for the other couenants K. Lew. Those my Lord Shall likewise be performde with expedition And euer after as you haue prescribde The yéerely pension shall be truly paid Her Sweare on this booke King Lewis so helpe you God You meane no otherwise then you haue said K. Lew. So helpe me God as I dissemble not K. Ed. And so helpe he me as I entend to kéepe Vnfained league and truce with noble France And kingly brother now to consummate This happie day feast in our royall tent English and French are one so it is meant Exeunt Enter at one dore Burgundie chafing with him Sellinger disguised like a souldiour at another the Constable of France with him Howard in the like disguise Bur. A peace concluded saiest thou i st not so Sel. My Lord I doe assure you it is so Con. And thou affirmst the like say dost thou not How I doe my Lord and that for certaintie Bur. I haue found it now the villaine Constable Hath secretly with Edward thus compact To ioyne our King and him in amitie And thereby doubtlesse got into his hands Such lands and Dukedomes as I aymed at And leaues me disappointed in my hope A plague vpon such craftie cosening aside Now shall I be a marke for them to aime at And that bile slaue to triumph in my toyle Con. T is so for it can be no otherwise Burgundie hath béen priuie to this plot Conspires with Lewis and the English King To saue his owne stake and assure himselfe Of all those Seigneuries I hoped for And thereupon this close peace is contriude Now must the Constable be as a butte For all their bullets to be leueld at Hell and hot vengeance light on Burgundie For this his subtile secret villanie Bur. Well fellow for thy paines take that Leaue me alone for I am much displeasde to Sel. Con. And get thée gone my friend there 's for thy paines to Howard So leaue me to my selfe Sel. Fare ye well Sir I hope I haue pepperd ye How And so I thinke haue I my Constable Exeunt Sellin and How Bur. Now Constable this peace this peace What thinke ye of it man Con. Nay rather what thinks Burgundie Bur. I thinke he that did contriue the same Was little lesse then a dissembling villaine Con. Dog bite thy selfe come on come on Haue not you plaid Iohn for the King To saue your selfe Sir Bur. I art thou good at that Adiew Sir I may chance to hit you pat Exit Con. You may Sir I perhaps may be before ye And for this cunning through the nose to bore ye Exeunt Enter King Edward King Lewis Howard Sellinger and their traine K. Ed. So Sellinger we then perceiue by thée The Duke is passing angrie at our league Sel. I my dread Lord beyond comparison Like a mad dog snatching at euerie one That passeth by shall I but shew you how And act the manner of his tragicke furie K. No stay a while me thought I heard thée say They meant to gréet vs by their messengers Sel. They did my Lord King What and the Constable too How My Soueraigne yes King But how tooke he the newes How Faith euen as discontented as might be But being a more déepe melancholiste And sullenner of temper then the Duke He chawes his malice fumes frothes at mouth Vttering but little more then what we gather By his disturbed lookes and riueld front Sauing that now and then his boyling passion
Lord here 's letters to your Maiestie One from the Duke of Burgundie the other from the Constable K. L. More villany a thousand crowns to nothing K. p. Can there be more then is alreadie broacht We thinkes they haue alreadie done so well As this may scrue to bring them both to hell K. L. No no they are indifferently well loden But yet their fraughte not full sée other ware Other prouision to prepare their waie The verie same my Lord which they pretend In loue to you against my life and crowne The same they vndertake to doe for me Against your safetie vrging if I please That they will ioyne their forces both with mine And in your backe returne to Calice cut the throats Of you and all your soldiers K. Ed. Oh damnable But that I see it figurde in these lines I would haue sworne there had bin nothing left For their pernitious braine to worke vpon K. L. A traitor is like a boldfacde hypocrite That neuer will be brought vnto a nonplus So long as hee hath libertie to speake K. Ed. The way to cure them is to cut them off Call forth their messengers once more to vs How Both of them my Lord K. Ed. Yes both together Wée le sée if they haue grace to blush or no At that their maisters shame now to attempt Enter both the Messengers Con. What is his Maiestie of France so neere And Mounsier Rosse the Earles secretarie I feare some hurt depends vpon his presence M. How comes it that I sée the french King here I and the Lord of Countie too me thinkes Pray God our message be not made a scorne K. E. You told me that you came from earle S. Paul Mes. I did my Lord and therein fabled not K. Ed. You told me too of many kinde indevours Which hee intended for our benefite Mes. No more then hee is willing to performe K. Ed. Know you his hand-writing if you séete Mes. I doe my Lord K. Ed. Is this his hand or not Mes. I cannot say but that it is his hand K. Ed. How comes it then that vnderneath his hand My death is sought when you that are his mouth Tune to our eares a quite contrarie tale The like read you decyphred in this paper Concerning trecherous wauering Burgundie Vnlesse you grant they can deuide themselues And of two shapes become foure substances How is it I should haue their knightly aide And yet by them be vtterly destroide K. L. And I to be protected by their meanes And yet they shall conspire against my life K. Ed. What call you this but vile hypocrisie K. L. Nay pesant-like vnheard of trecherie Con. My Lord vpbraid not me with this offence I do protest I knew of no such letters Nor any other intention of the Duke More then before was vttred in my message Sel. Will you bee halting too before a creeple Do you not remember what they were That first did certifie the Duke of truce Betwixt the renowmed Edward and the French Co. Yes they were two soldiers what of that Sel. Those soldiers were this Gentleman and I Where we did heare the foule mouthde Duke exclaim Against our noble Soueraigne and this Prince And rorde and bellowed like a parish bull And that in hearing both of you and him His words so please my Lord I can repeat As he did speake them at that verie time K. Ed. Well they are messengers for that cause We are content to beare with their amisse But kéepe them safe and let them not returne To carrie tales vnto those counterfeits Vntill you haue them both as fast insnarde To compasse which the better brother of France Fiue thousand of our soldiours here we leaue To be imployde in seruice to that end The rest with vs to England shall returne Exit Enter Chorus Ch. King Edward is returned home to England And Lewes King of France soone afterward Surprized both his subtill enemies Rewarding them with traiterous recompence Now do we draw the curtaine of our Scene To speake of Shoare and his faire wife againe With other matters thereupon depending You must imagine since you saw him last Preparde for trauaile he hath bin abroade And séene the sundrie fashions of the world Vlysses like his countries loue at length Hoping his wiues death and to see his friends Such as did sorrow for his great mishaps Come home is hee but so vnluckily As hée is like to loose his life thereby His and her fortunes shall we now pursue Gracde with your gentle sufferance view Exeunt Enter mistris Shoare with Iockie her man and some attendants more and is met by sir Robert Brackenburie Iane Shoare Haue ye bestowde our small beneuolence On the poore prisoners in the common Gaole Of the white Lion and the Kings bench Iockie Yes forsooth Iane What prisons this Iockie The Marshalsea for sooth Enter sir Robert Brackenburie Bra. Well met faire Ladie in the happiest time And choysest place that my desire could wish Without offence where haue yée béene this way Ia. To take the aire here in Saint Georges field Sir Robert Brackenburie and to visit some Poore patients that cannot visit mee Bra. Are you a physition Iane I a simple one Bra. What disease cure yee Iane Faith none perfectly My physicke doth but mittigate the paine A little while and then it comes againe Bra. Swéet mistris Shoare I vnderstand ye not Iane Maister lieutenant I beléeue you well Iockie Gude faith Sir Robert brobenbellie may maistres spéekes deftly and truly for shee hes beene till see those that cannot come till see her and theyes peatients perforce The prisoners man in the twea prisons And shée hes gynne tham her siller and her géere till bay tham fude. Bra. Gramercies Iockie thou resolust my doubt A comfort ministring kind physition That once a wéeke in her owne person visits The prisoners and the poore in Hospitalles In London or néere London euerie way Whose purse is open to the hungrie soule Whose pittious heart saue many a tall mans life Iane Peace good sir Robert t is not worthy praise Nor yet worth thanks that is of dutie doone For you know well the world doth know too well That all the coales of my poore charitie Cannot consume the scandall of my name What remedie well tell me gentle knight What meant your kinde salute and gentle spéech At our first meeting when you seemde to blesse The time and place of our encounter heere Bra. Ladie there lies here prisonde in the Marshalsea A gentleman of good parents and good discent My deare néere kinsman Captaine Harrie Stranguidge As tall a skilfull Nauigator tride As ere set foote in any ship at sea Whose lucke it was to take a prize of France As hée from Rochell was for London bound For which except his pardon be obtainde By some especiall fauorite of the King Hee and his crew a companie of proper men Are sure to die because t was since the League Iane Let
how now Besse what weepe nay then I le chide you what sodaine newes comes by this messenger Enter a Messenger Mes. My soueraigne Lord the bastard Falconbridge Of late hath stird rebellion in the South Incouraging his forces to deliuer King Henrie late deposde out of the Towre To him the malcontented commons flocke From euerie part of Sussex Kent and Esier His armic waxed twentie thousand strong And as it is supposde by circumstance Meane to take London if not well defended Ed. Well let this Phaeton that is mounted thus Looke he sit surely or by Englands George I le breake his necke this is no new euasion I surely thought that one day I should see That bastard Falcon take his wings to mount Into our Eagle airie me thought I saw Blacke discontent sit euer on his brow And now I see I calculated well Good Cosin Howard and Tom Sellinger This night wée le spend in feast and iollitie With our new Quéene and our beloued mother To morrow you shall haue commission To raise vp power against this haughtie rebell Sirra depart not till you know our pleasure You shall conuey vs letters backe to London Unto the Maior Recorder and our friends Is supper readie come by my bonnie Besse Welcome mother we are all your guests Exeunt Enter Falconbridge with his troupes marching Spicing Smoake Chub and others Fal. Hold drumme 1. Spi. Hold drumme and be hangde 2. Smoke Hold drumme hold peace then ho silence to the 3 proclamation 1. Spi. You lie you rogue t is to the Oration Chub. Nay then you all lie it is to the coblication Fal. True hearted English and our valiant friends all Do braue generall ifaith Spi. Peace there you rogues or I will split your chaps Fal. De are countrimen I publikely proclaime If any wronged discontented English Toucht with true faeling of King Hennes wrongs Henrie the firt the lawfull King of England Who by that tyrant Edward the vsurper Is held a wretched prisoner in the Lowre If any man that faine would be enfranchisde From the sad yoake of Yorkish seruitude Under which we toile like naked Gallislaues Know he that Thomas Neuill the Lord Falconbridge all I a Falconbridge a falconbridge Spi. Peace ye clamorous rogues on General on with poor Oration peace there Fal. Pitying King Henries poore destressed case Armde with his title and a subiects zeale Takes vp iust armes against the house of Yorks And do proclaime our ancient libertie all Libertie libertie libertie generall libertie Fal. We do not rise like Tiler Cade and Straw Blewbeard other of that rascall route Bascly like Linkers or such muddle slaues For mending measures or the price of corne Or for some common in the wild of Kent That 's by some gréedie Cormorant inclosde But in the true and ancient lawfull right Of the redoubted house of Lancaster Our bloud is noble by our birth a Neuill And by our lawfull line Lord Falconbridge Whos 's here that 's of so dull a leaden temper That is not fired with a Neuils name All A Neuill a Neuill a Neuill Fa. Our quarrell like our selfe is honourable The law our warrant Smoke I I the law is on our side Chub. I the law is in our own hands Spi. Peace you rogues Fal. And more a blessing by the word proposde To those that aide a true annointed King Courage braue spirits and crie a Falconbridge All A Falconbridge a Falconbridge Fal. We will be masters of the mint our selues And set our owne stampe on the golden coyne Wée le shooe our neighing coursers with no worse Then the purest sliuer that is sold in Cheape At Leaden hall wee le sell pearles by the pecke As now the mealemen vse to sell their meale In Westminster wée le kéep a solemne court And build it bigger to receiue our men Crie Falconbridge my hearts libertie All Falconbridge and libertie c. Smoke Peace ye slaues or I will smoke ye else Chub. Peace ye slaues or I will chub your chappes but indeede thou maist well smoke them because thy name is Smoke Smoke Why sirra I hope Smoke the Smith of Chepsted is as good a man as Chub the Chandler of Sandwich Spicing Peace ye rogues what are you quarrelling and now list to Captaine Spicing You know Cheapeside there are the Mercers shops Where we will measure veluet by the pikes And Silkes and Sattens by the streetes whole bredth Wee le take the Tankards from the Conduit cockes To fill with Ipacras and drinke carowse Where chaines of gold and plate shall be as plentie As wodden dishes in the wild of Kent Smoake Oh brauely said Ned Spicing the honestest Lad that euer punde spice in a mortar now speakes Captaine Smoke Looke Lads for from this hil ye may discerne The louely towne which we are marching to That same is London Lads ye looke vpon Raunge all arow my hearts and stand at gaze As doe the heards of Déere at some strange sight Or as a troupe of hungrie trauellers That fire their eies vpon a furmenty'd feast Looke how the Towre doth tice vs to come on To take out Henry the sixt there prisoner See how S. Katherines smokes wipe slaues your eies And whet your stomackes for the good mault pies Chub. Why then belike I am no bodie roome and auoydance for now speakes Captaine Chub No sooner in London will we be But the Bakers for you the Brewers for me Birchin lane shall sute vs the Costermongers fruite vs The Poulters send vs in sowle And Butchers meat without controule And euer when we sup or dine The Vintners freely bring vs in wine If any bodie aske who shall pay Cut off his head and send him away This is Captaine Chubs law whosoeuer say nay Fal. Brauely resolude so march we forward all And boldly say good lucke shall vs befall Exeunt Enter the Lord Maior M. Shoare M. Iosseline in their veluet coates and gorgets and leading staues Ma. This is well done thus should good Cittizens Fashion themselues as well for warre as peace Haue yee commanded that in euerie streete They hang forth lights as soone as night comes one Say Colin Shoare that was referd to you Shoare 〈◊〉 haue my Lord besides from euerie hall There is at least two hundred men in armes Ma. It cheares my heart to heare this readines Let neuer rebels put true Subiects downe Come when they will their welcome shall be such As they had better kept them further off But where is M. Recorder his aduise Must not be wanting in these high affaires Sho. About an houre agoe and somewhat more I left him fortifying the bridge my Lord Which done he purposed to méete you here Ma. A discreet paineful Gentleman he is And we must all of vs be so inclinde If we entend to haue the Citie safe Or looke for thanks and credit with the King I tell ye maisters aged though I be I for my part will to no bed this night Ioss. Why is it thought the
wounds Whose recreant limbes are nocht with gaping scarres Thicker then any carking craft-mans score Whose very skalpe is scracht and crasde and broken Like an old mazzer beaten on the stones And standest thou now to saue our maimed men A plague vpon thee coward Spi. Why how now base Thomas Swounds wert thou a base Viall thou art but a rascall and a rebell as I am hearest thou if I do not turne true Subiect and leaue thee let me be wooried with dogs Swounds dost thou impeach my manhood Tom Neuill thou hadst as good to haue damnde thy selfe as vttered such a word flatly I forsake thee and all that loue Ned Spicing follow me Here the rest offer to follow Fal. Come come yee testie soule thou séest me gréeude Yet canst not beare with mine infirmitie Thou knowest I hold thee for as tall a man As any liues or breathes our English ayre I know there liues not a more fierie spirit A more resolued daliant a plague vpon it Thou knowest I loue thée yet if a word escape My lips in anger how teastie then thou art I had rather all men left me then thy selfe Thou art my soule thou art my Genius I cannot liue without thee not an hower Thus must I still be forc'd against my will aside To sooth this durtie slaue this cowardly rascall Come come be friends ye teastie firebrand We must retire there is no remedie Spi. Nay Tom if thou wilt haue me mount on the walles And cast my selfe downe headlong on their pikes He doe it but to impeach my valour Had any man but thou spoke halfe so much I would haue spilt his heart still be ware My valour such words go hardly downe Well I am friends thou thoughtest not as thou spakest Fal. No on my soule thou thinkest not that I did Sound a retreat there I commaund ye strait But whither shall wée retire Spi. To Mileend Greene there 's no fitter place Fal. Then let vs backe retire to Mileend Greene And there expect fresh succour from our friends With such supply as shall ere long assure The Citic is our owne march on away Exeunt Enter the L. Maior with his traine and Prentises Maior Ye haue bested yée like good Cittizens And she wne your selues true subiects to your king You worthily prentise bestirde your selues That it did there my heart to sée your valour The rebels are retirde to Mileend Greene Re. Where so we may not suffer them to rest But issue forth vpon them with fresh force los. My L. Maior diligence doth well and so forth Matters must be looked into as they ought indéed should they when things are well done they are and so forth for causes and things must indeede be lookd into Ma. Well sir we verie well conceiue your meaning And you haue shewne your selfe a worthie gentleman See that our wals be kept with courts of guard And well defended against the enemie For we will now withdraw vs to Guild hall To take aduise what further must be don Exeunt Enter Master Shoare and Ianc his wife Shore Be not afraid swéet heart the worst is past God haue the praise the victorie is ours We haue preuailde the rebels are repulsde And euerie streete of London soundeth ioy Canst thou then gentle Ianc be sad alone Ianc. I am not sad now you are here with me My toy my hope my comfort and my loue My déere déere husband kindest Mathew shoare But when these armes the circles of my soule Were in the fight so forward as I heard How could I choose swéet heart but be afraid Sho. Why dost thou tremble now when peril 's past Ia. I thinke vpon the horror of the tune But tell me why you fought so desperately Sho. First to maintaine King Edwards royaltie Next to defend the Cities libertie But chiefly tane to keepe thee from the foyle Of him that to my face did how thy spoyle Had he preuailde where then had béene our liues Dishonored our daughters rauished our faire wiues Possest our goods and set our seruants free Yet all this nothing to the losse of thee Ia. Of mee sweet heart why how should I be lost Were I by thousand stormes of fortune tost And should endure the poorest wretched life Yet Iane will be thy honest loyall wife The greatest Prince the sunne did euer see Shall neuer make me proue vntrue to thee Sh. I feare not faire meanes but a rebels force Ia. These hands shal make this bodie a dead corse ere force or flatterie shall mine honour staine Sh. True fame suruiues when death the flesh hath slaine Enter an Officer from the Lord Maior Of. God saue ye maister Shore and mistris by your leaue Sir my L. Maior sends for ye by Maior And prates your speedie presence at Guild hall There 's newes the rebels haue made head again And haue ensconcde themselues vpon Mileend And presently our armed men must out You being Captaine of two companies In honour of your valour and your skill Must lead the vaward God right stand with yee Sh. Friend tell my Lord I le wait vpon him strait Ia. Friend tel my Lord he does my husband wrong To set him formost in the danger still Ye shall not go if I may haue my will S. Peace wife no more friend I wil follow yée Exit Ia. I faith ye shall not prethée do not go Sh. Not go swéet heart that were a cowards trick A traitors part to shrinke when others fight Enuie shall neuer say that Mathew Shoare The Goldsmith staid when other men went out To meete his Kings and countries enemie No Iane gainst all the rebels on Mileend I dare alone K. Edwards right defend Ia. If you be slaine what shall become of mée Sh. Kight well my wench I nowe wil marrie thée I leaue thee worth at least fiue thousand pound Ia. Marrie again that word my heart doth wound I le neuer marrie nor I will not liue She weeps If thou be kild let me go with thée Mat Sh. T is idle talke good Iane no more of that Go to my Ladie Maioresse and the rest As you are still companion with the best With them be merrie and pray for our good speed Ia. To part from thee my very heart doth bléed Exeunt Enter Falconbridge with his troupes marching as being at Mileend Fa. Yet stand we in the sight of vpreard Troy And sucke the ayre she drawes our euerie breath Flies from our nostrils warme vnto the walles We beard her bristling spires her battled towres And proudly stand and gaze her in the face Looke on me and I doubt not ye imagine My worth as great as any one of yours My fortunes would I basely fawne on Edward To be as faire as anie mans in England But he that kéepes your soueraigne in the Towre Hath seazde my land and robd me of my right I am a Gentleman as well as hee What he hath got he holds by tyrannie Now if you faint or cowardly should flie