recure their wounds And whilst this auncient Standard bearer liues He shall haue fortie pound of yeerely fee And be my Beadsman father if you please Longsh. Madam I tell you England neuer bred A better souldier then your Beadsman is And that the Souldan and his Armie felt Edmund Out of the dutchie of riche Lancaster To finde soft bedding for their bruzed bones Duke Edmund giues three thousand pounds Longsh. Gramercies brother Edmund Happie is England vnder Edwards raigne When men are had so highly in regarde That Nobles striue who shall remunerate The souldiers resolution with regarde My Lord of Glocester what is your beneuolence Glocest. A thousand markes and please your Maiestie Longsh. And yours my lord of Sussex Sussex Fiue hundred pound and please your maiestie Long. What say you sir Dauid of Brecknock Dauid To a souldier sir Dauid cannot be too liberall Yet that I may giue no more then a poore knight is able And not presume as a mightie Earle I giue my Lord foure hundred foure score And nineteene poundes And so my lord of Sussex I am behind you an ace Sussex And yet sir Dauid ye aumble after apace Lon. Wel said Da thou couldst not be a Camber Britain If thou didst not loue a souldier with thy hart Let me see how is my Arithmeticke wil serue To totall the particulars Qu. Eli. Why my lord I hope you meane I shal be a benefactor to my fellow souldiers Longshankes And wel said Nell What wilt thou I set downe for thee Q. El. Nay my lord I am of age to set it down for my self You will alowe what I do will you not Longsh. That I will Maddam Were it to the value of my kingdome Qu. Elin. What is the summe my lord Longshankes 10000 pounds my Nell Qu. Eli. Then Elinor bethinke thee of a gift worthie the king of Englandes wife and the king of Spaines daughter and giue such a largis that the Chronicles of this land may crake with record of thy liberalitie Parturient montes nascitur ridiculus mus shee makes a Cipher There my lord neither one two nor three But a poore Cipher in Agrum to inrich good fellowes And compound their figure in their kinde Longsh Madam I commend your composition An argument of your honourable disposition Sweete Nell thou shouldst not be thy selfe Did not with thy mounting minde Thy gift surmount the rest Gloce. Cal you this Ridiculus mus mary sir this mouse Would make a foule hole in a faire Cheese T is but a Cipher in Agrum And it hath made of 10000 pounds 100000 pounds Edmund A princely gift and worthy memorie Clocester My gratious Lord as erst I was assignde Lieutenant to his Maiestie Here render I vp the crowne left in charge with me By your princely father king Menrie Who on his death bed still did call for you And dying wild to you the Diadem Longshankes Thankes worthie Lordes And seeing by doome of heauens it is decreed And lawful line of our succession Vnworthy Edward is become your king We take it as a blessing from on hie And wil our Coronation be solemnized Vpon the 14. of December next Qu. Eli. Vpon the 14. of December next Alas my Lord the time is all too short And sudden for so great solemnitie A yeare were scarse enough to set a worke Tailers Imbroderes and men of rare deuice For preparation of so great estate Trust me sweete Ned hardlie shal I bethinke me In twentie weekes what fashion robes to weare I pray thee then deferre it till the spring That we may haue our garments point deuice I meane to send for Tailers into Spaine That shall confer of some fantastickt sutes With those that be our conningst Englishmen What let me braue it now or neuer Ned Long. Madam content ye would that were greatest care You shall haue garments to your harts desire I neuer red but Englishmen exceld For change of rare deuises euery way Q. Eli. Yet pray thee Ned my loue my lord and king My fellow souldier and compeere in armes Do so much honour to thy Elinor To weare a sute that thee shall giue thy grace Of he one cost and workmanship perhaps Q. Mot. T wil come by leasurs daughter then I feare Th' art too fine fingard to be quick at worke Long. Twixt vs a greater matter breakes no square So it be such my Nell as may beseem The maiestie and greatnes of a king And now my Lords and louing friends Follow your Generall to the court After his trauels to repose him then There to recount with pleasure what is past Of warres alarums showres and sharpest stormes Exeunt all sauing the Queene and her daughter Q. Eli. Now Elinor now Englands louely Queene Bethinke thee of the greatnes of thy state And how to beare thy selfe with roialtie Aboue the other Queenes of Christendome That Spaine reaping renowne by Elinor And Elinor adding renowne to Spaine Britaine may her magnificence admire I tell thee Ione what time our highness sits Vnder our royall Canopie of state Glistering with pendants of the purest gold Like as our seate were spangled all with stars The world shall wonder at our maiestie As if the daughter of eternall Ops Turnd to the likenes of Vermilion fumes Where from her cloudie wombe the Centaures lept VVere in her royall seate inthronized Ione Madam if Ione thy daughter may aduise Let not your honour make your manners change The people of this land are men of warre The women courteous milde and debonaire Laying their liues at princes feete That gouernes with familiar maiestie But if their soueraignes once gin swell with pride Disdaning commons loue which is the strength And surenes of the richest common welth That Prince were better liue a priuate life Then rule with tirannie and discontent Q. Eli. Indeed we count them headstrong Englishmen But we shall hold them in a Spanish yoake And make them know their Lord and soueraigne Come daughter let vs home for to prouide For all the cunning work-men of this I le In our great chamber shall bee set a worke And in my hall shall bountifully feede My King like Phoebus bridegroome like shall marche With louely Xheeis to her grassie bed And all the lookers on shall stand amazde To see King Edward and his louely Queene Sit louely in Englands stately throne Exeunt Ambo Enter Lluellen alias Prince of Wales Rice ap Meredeth Owen ap Rice with swordes and bucklers and freese Ierkins Llu. Come Rice and rouse thee for thy countries good Followe the man that meanes to make you great Follow Lluellen rightfull prince of VVales Sprong from the loines of great Cadwallader Discended from the loines of Troian Brute And though the traiterous Saxons Normans Danes Haue spent the true Romans of glorious Troy Within the westerne mountaines of this I le Yet haue we hope to clime these stonie pales VVhen Londoners as Romains earst amazde Shall trembling crie Lluellens at the gate T' accomplish this
Palestine safe by his English Lords Receiued in triumphes like an earthly God He liues to weare his fathers Diadem And sway the sworde of brittish Albion But Elinor thy Elinor Lluellen And what of her Hath amorous Neptune gazd vpon my loue And stopt her passage with his forked mace Or that I rather feare O deadly feare Enamoured Nereus dooth he withhold my Elinor Guenther Nor Neptune Nereus nor other God Withholdeth from my gratious lord his loue But cruell Edward that iniurious king Withholds thy liefest louely Elmor Taking in a Pinnasse on the narrow seas By foure tall ships of Bristowe and with her Lord Emerick her vnhappie noble brother As from Mont argis hetherward they saild This say in breefe these letters tell at large Lluellen reades his brother Dauids letters Lluel Is Longshankes then so lustie now become Is my faire loue my beautious Elinor tane Villaine damnde villaines not to guard her safe Or fence her sacred person from her foes Sunne couldst thou shine and see my loue beset And didst not clothe thy cloudes in fierie coates Ore all the heauens with winged sulphure flames As when the beames like mounted combatants Battaild with Pyetion in the fallowed laies But if kinde Cambria deigne me good aspect To make me cheefest brute of westerne Wales I le short that gainlegd Longshanke by the top And make his flesh my murthering fawchions foode To armes true Britaine 's sprong of Troians seede And with your swordes write in the booke of Time Your Brittish names in Characters of bloud Owen ap Rice while we staie for further force Prepare awaie in poste and take with thee A hundred chosen of thy countrimen And scowre the marches with your Welshmens hookes That Englishmen may thinke the diuell is come Rice shall remaine with me make thou thy boade In resolution to reuenge these wronges With bloud of thousands guiltlesse of this rage Flie thou on them amaine Edward my loue Be thy liues bane Follow me countrimen VVords make no waie my Elinor is surprizd Robd am I of the comfort of my life And know I this and am not veng'd on him Exit Lluellen and the other lords Manet the Friar and Nouice Friar Come boie we must buckle I see The prince is of my profession right Rather than he wil lose his wenche He will fight Ab ouo vsque ad mala Nouice O maister doubt you not but your Nouice will prooue a whot shot with a bottle of Metheglin Exeunt ere the wenche fall into a Welsh song and the Friar aunswer and the Nouice betweene Enter the nine lordes of Scotland with their nine pages Gloster Sussex king Edward in his sute of Glasse Queene Elinor Queene Mother the King and Queene vnder a Canopie Iong. Nobles of Scotland we thanke you all For this daies gentle princelie seruice done To Edward Englands king and Scotlands lord Our Coronations due sollennitie Is ended with applause of all estates Now then let vs appose and rest vs heere But speciallie we thanke you gentle lords That you so well haue gouerned your greefes As being growne vnto a age all iarre You choose king Edward by your Messengers To calme to qualifie and to compound Thanke Britains strife of Scotlands climing peeres I haue no doubt faire lords but you well wot How factions waste the ritchest Commonwealth And discord spoiles the seates of mightie kings The Barons warres a tragicke wicked warre Nobles how hath it shaken Englands strength Industriouslie it seemes to me you haue Loiallie ventured to preuent this shock For which sith you haue chosen me your iudge My lord wil you stand to what I shall award Baliol. Victorious Edward to whom the Scottish kings Owe homage as their lorde and soueraigne Amongst vs nine is but one lawfull king But might we all be iudges in the case Then should in Scotland be nine kings at once And this contention neuer set or limited To staie these iarres we iointlie make appeale To thy imperiall throne who knowes our claimes We stand not on our titles before your grace But do submit our selues to your awarde And whome your Maiestie shall name to be our king To him wee le yeeld obedience as a king Thus willinglie and of their owne accorde Doth Scotland make great Englands king their iudge Lorg. Then nobles since you all agree in one That for a crowne so disagree in all Since what I do shall rest irreuocable And louelie England to thy louely Queene Louelie Queene Elinor vnto her turne thy eye Whose honor cannot but loue thee wel Holde vp your hands in sight with generall voice That are content to stand to our award They all holde vp their handes and say he shall Deliuer me the golden Diadem Loe here I holde the goale for which ye striued And heere behold my worthie men at armes For chiualrie and worthie wisdomes praise Worthie each one to weare a Diadem Expect my doome as erst at I da hilles The Goddesses deuine waited the award Of Danaes sonne Balioll stand farthest forth Baliol behold I giue thee the Scottish crowne Weare it with heart and with thankfulnes Sound Trumpets and say all after me God saue king Baliol the Scottish king The Trumpets sounds all crie aloud God saue King Baliol the Scottish king Thus lords though you require no reason why According to the conscience in the cause I make Iohn Balioll your anointed king Honor and loue him as behooues him best That is in peace of Scotlands crowne possest Baliol. Thankes roiall England for thy honor doone This iustice that hath calmd our ciuell strife Shall now be ceast with honourable loue So mooued of remorce and pittie We will erect a colledge of my name In Oxford will I build for memorie Of Baliols bountie and his gratitude And let me happie daies no longer see Then heere to England loyall I shall bee Elinor Now braue Iohn Balioll Lord of Gallaway And king of Scots shine with thy goulden head Shake thy speres in honour of his name Vnder whose roialtie thou wearst the same Queene Elinors speeche The welken spangled through with goulden spots Reflects no finer in a frostie night Then louely Longshankes in his Elinors eye So Ned thy Nell in euery part of thee Thy person 's garded with a troope of Queenes And euery Queene as braue as Elinor Giue glorie to these glorious christall quarries Where euery robe an obiect entertaines Of riche deuice and princelie maiestie Thus like Narcissus diuing in the deepe I die in honour and in Englands armes And if I drowne it is in my delight Whose companie is cheefest life in death From foorth whose currall lips I suck the sweete VVherewith are daintie Cupids candles made Then liue or die braue Ned or sinke or swim An earthlie blisse it is to looke on him On thee sweete Ned it shall become thy Nell Bounteous to be vnto the beauteous Ore prie the palmes sweete fountaines of my blisse And I will stand on tiptoe for a kisse
Englishe Edward stand agaste Versses Balioll hath chosen at this time to sturre To rouze him Lion like and cast the yoke That Scots ingloriouslie haue borne from thee And all the predecessors of thy line And make his roddes to reobtaine his rights And for his homage sends thee al this despight Edmund Why how now princockes pratest thou to a king Versses I doe my message truely from my king This sword and targot chide in lowder tearmes I bring defiance from king Iohn Balioll To English Edward and his Barons all Longsh. Mâ—ie so me thinkes thou defiest mee with a witnes Versses Balioll my king in Barwicke makes his Court His campe he spreads vppon the sandie plaine And dares thee to the battaile in his right Edmund VVhat Court and Campe in Englishmens despight Longsh. Hold messenger commend me to thy King Weare thou my chaine and carrie this to him Greete all his route of Rebels more or lesse Tel them such shamefull end will hit them all And wend with this as resolutely backe As thou to England broughst thy Scottish braues Tel then disdainefullie Balioll from vs VVee le rouze him from his hold and make him soone Disloge his Campe and take his walled towne Saie what I bid thee Versses to his teeth And earne this fauour and a better thing Versses Yes King of England whom my heart beloues Thinke as I promist him to braue thee heare So shall I bid Iohn Balioll bace from thee Longsh. So shalt thou earne my chaine and fauour Versses And carrie him this token that thou sendst VVhy now is Englands haruest ripe Barons now maie you reape the rich renowne That vnder warlicke colours springs in field And growes where ensignes wan vppon the plains False Balioll VVarwicke arwicke is no hold of proose To shrowd thee from the strength of Edwards arme No Scot thy Treasons feare shal make the breach For Englands pure renowne to enter one Omnes Amaine amaine vppon these treacherous Scottes Amaine saie all vppon these treacherous Scots Longsh. VVhile wee with Edmund Gloster and the rest VVith speedie iourne is gather vp our forces And beat these brauing Scots from Englands bounds Mortimor thou shalt take the route in taske That reuell here and spoile faire Cambria My Queene when shee is strong and well a foote Shall post to London and repaste her there Then God shall send vs happely all to meete And ioy the honors of our victories Take vantage of our foes and see the time Keepe stil our hold our fight yet on the plaine Balioll I come proud Balioll and ingrate Perswaded to chase thy men from Englands gate Exit Edward King Enter Balioll with his traine Balioll. Princes of Scotland and my louing friends VVhose neckes are ouer-wearied with the yoke And seruile bondage of these Englishmen List vp your hornes and with your brasen hoofes Spurre at the honor of your Enemies T is not ambitious thoughts of priuate rule Hath forst your king to take on him these Armes T is countreis cause it is the commons good Of vs and of our braue posterity to armes to armes Versses by this hath tolde the King our mindes And he hath braued proud England to the proofe VVe will renumerate his resolution With gold with glory and with kingly gifts Lorde By sweet Saint Ierem Versses will not spare To tell his message to the English King And beard the iolly Longshankes to his face VVere he the greatest Monarch in the world And here he comes his halter makes him hast Enter Versses Long liue my lord the rightfull King of Scots Balioll. Welcome Versses what newes from England Like to the measure of Scotlands King Versses Versses my Lord in tearmes like to himselfe Like to the messenger of Scottish King Defied the Peares of England and their lords That all his Barons trembles at my threats And Longshankes himselfe as dainted and amased Gazde on my face not witting what to say Till rouzing vp he shakte his threating haire Versses quoth he take thou King Edwards chaine Vppon condicion thou a message doe To Balioll false periurde Balioll For in these tearmes he bad me greete your Grace And gaue this halter to your excellences I tooke the chaine and gaue your Grace the rope Balioll. You tooke the chaine and giue my Grace the rope Lay hold on him why miscreaÌ„t recreant And darst thou bring a halter to thy King But I will quite thy paine and in that chaine Vppon a siluer Gallowes shalt thou hang That honored with a golden rope of England And a siluer Gibbet of Scotland Thou maist hang in the aire for fowles to feede vppon And men to wonder at awaie with him away After the sight of Iohn Balioll is done enter Mortimor pursuing of the Rebels Mort. Strike vp the drum follow pursue and chase Follow pursue spare not the proudest he That hauocks Englands sacred roialty Exit Morti. Then make the proclamation vpon the walles Sound Trumpets Enter Queene alone Now fits the time to purge our melancholly and bee reuenged vppon this London Dame Katherina Enter Katherina At hand Madam Queene Bring forth our London Maris here Kather. I will Madam Queene Now Nell be thee of some tortures for the Dame And purge thy choller to the vttermost Enter Maris and Katherine Now mistres Maris you haue attendance vrgde And therefore to requite your curtesie Our minde is to bestow an office on you straight Maris My selfe my life and seruice mighty Queen are humblie at your Maiesties commaund Queene Then mistres Maris saie whether will you be our Nurse or Landeres Maris Then maie it please your Maiestie to entertaine your handmaide for your Nurse shee will attende the craddle carefully Queene O no Nurse the Babe needes no great rockeing it can lull it selfe Katherina binde her in the chaire and let me see how shee le become a Nurse so now Katherin draw forth her brest and let the Serpent sucke his fil why so now shee is a Nurse sucke on sweet Babe Maris Ah Queene sweete Queene seeke not my bloud to spill For I shal die before this Adder haue his fil Queene Die or die not my minde is fullie pleased Come Katherina to London now wil we And leaue our Maris with her nurserie Kath. Farewel sweete Maris looke vnto the Babe Exeunt Queene and Kath. Maris Farewel proud Queen the Autor of my death The scourge of England and to English dames Ah husband sweete Iohn Bearmber Maior of London Ah didst thou know how Mary is perplext Soone wouldst thou come to Wales and rid me of this paine Here shee dies But oh I die my wishe is al in vaine Enter Lluellen running out before and Dauid with a halter ready to hang himselfe Lluellen The angry Heauens frownd on Brittains face To Ecclipse the glorie of faire Cambria VVith for or aspectes the dreadful Planets lowre Lluellen basely turne thy backe and flie No Welshmen fight it to the last and die For if my men safely haue got
in death Bereaues her sence and memorie at once So that shee spoke shee knew nor how nor what King Sir fir fain would your highnes hide your faults By cunning vowes and glosing tearmes of Arte And well thou maist delude these listning eares Yet neuer asswage by proofe this iealous heart Traitor thy head shal raunsome my disgrace Daughter of darkenes whose accursed bowre The Poet fained to liue vppon Auernus Whereas Cimerians darkenes checks the Sun Dauids iealousie afflict me not so sore Faire Queene Elinor could neuer be so false I but shee vowed these treasons at her death A time not fitte to fashion monstrous lies Ah my vngratefull brother as thou art Could not my loue naie more could not the law Naie further could not nature thee allure For to refraine from this incestuous sinne Hast from my sight call Ione of Acon here Exit Edmund The luke-warme spring distilling from his eies His othes his vowes his reasons rested with remorce From forth his breast impoisoned with suspect Faine would I deeme that false I finde too true Enter Ione of Acone I come to know what Englands King commands I wonder why your Highnes greetes me thus With strange regarde and vnacquainted tearmes Ki. Ah Ione this wonder needes must wound thy brest For it hath well nigh slaine my wretched heart Ione What is the Queen my soueraigne mother dead Woes in vnhappie Ladie we begonne King The Queene is dead yet Ione lament not thou Poore soule guiltles art thou of this deceite That hath more cause to curse then to complaine Ione My dreadful soule assailed with dolefull speach Ioynes me to bow my knees vnto the ground Beseeding your most roiall Maiestie To rid your woefull daughter of suspect King I daughter Ione poore soule thou art deceaued The King of England is no scorned Priest Ione Was not the Ladie Elinor your spouse And am not I the ofspring of your loins King I but when Ladies liste to runne astraie The poore supposed father weares the horne And pleating leaue their Liege in Princes laps Jone thou art daughter to a leacherous Frier A Frier was thy father haplesse Ione Thy mother in profession vowes no lesse And I vilde wretch which sorrowed hard no lesse Ione What am I then a Friers base borne brat Presumptuous wretch why preasse I fore my king How can I looke my husband in the face Why should I liue since my renowne is lost Awaie thou want on weede hence worlds delight Shee fals groueling on the ground Porcrine abbasia come vintoet flianco Defluer chain boceail fren glisproni alfianco King O sommo Dio come i guâ—dneo humans Spesse offuscan son danu membo oscunro Haplesse and wretched lift vp thy heauie head Nurse not so much as this vnhappie chance Vnconstant Fortune still will haue her course Ione My King my King let Fortune haue her course Flie thou my soule and take a better corse Aies me from roiall state I now am faine You purple springs that wander in my vaines And whilom wants to feede my heauie heart Now all at once make hast and pittie me And stop your powers and change your natiue course Disolue to aire your luke-warme blouddie streames And cease to be that I maie be no more Your curled lockes draw from this cursed head A base her pompe for Ione is baselie borne Ah Gloster thou poore Gloster hast the wrong Shee sodainly dies at the Queenes beds feete Die wretch hate death for Ione hath liued too long King Reuiue thee haples Ladie greeue not thus In vaine speake I for shee reuiues no more Poore haplesse soule thy owne espected mones Hath wrought her soddaine and vntimelie death Enter Edmund Gloster running with Ladies and conuaies Ione of Acon awaie Lords Ladies hast ah Gloster art thou come Then must I now present a Tragedie Thy Ione is dead yet grieue thou not her fall Shee was too base a spouse for such a Prince Gloster Conspire you then with Heauens to work my harmes O sweete asswagers of our martiall misse Desired death depriue me of my life That I in death maie end my life and loue King Gloster thy King is partner of thy heauines Although nor tongue nor eies bewraie his meane For I haue lost a flowre as faire as thine A loue more deare For Elinor is dead But since the heauen lie ordinance decrees That all thinges change in their prefixed time Be thou content and beare it in thy breast Thy swelling griefe as needes I must mine Thy Ione of Acon and my Queene deceast Shall haue that Honor as beseemes their state You peeres of England see in roiall pompe These breathles bodies be entombed straight With tried colours couered all with blacke Let Spanish steedes as swift as fleeting winde Conuaie these Princes to their funerall Before them let a hundred mourners ride In euerie time of their enforste aboade Reare vp a crosse in token of their worke Whereon faire Elinors picture shall be plaste Arriued at London neare our Pallas bounds Interre my louelie Elinor late deceast And in remembraunce of her roialtie Erect a rich and statelie carued Crosse Whereon her stature shall with glorie shine And hence forth see you call it Charing crosse For why the chancest and the choisest Queene That euer did delight my roiall eies Their dwell in darkenes whilst I die in griefe But soft what tidings with these Purciuants Enter Messenger approch from Mortimor Messenger Sir Roger Mortimor with all Sussex as earste your Grace by message did commaund is here at hande in purpose to present your Highnes with his signes of victorie and trothles Balioll their accursed King with fire and sword doth threat Northumberland King How one affliction cals another ouer First death torments me then I feele disgrace Againe Lluellen he rebels in VVales And false Balioll meanes to braue me to But I will finde prouision for them all My constancie shall conquer death and shame And Mortimor t is thou must hast to wales And rouse that Rebel from his starting holes And rid thy King of his contentions foe VVhilst I with Elinor Gloster and the rest With speedie iourney gather vp our force And beat these brauing Scots from out our bounds Courage braue Souldiers fates hath done their worst Now Vertue let me triumphe in thine aide Exite Edward Gloster solus Gloster Now Ione of Acon let me mourne thy fal Sole here alone now set thee downe and sigh Sigh haples Gloster for thy sodaine losse Pale death alas hath bannished all thy pride Thy wedlocke vowes how ought haue I beheld Enter Mortimor with the head Thy eies thy lookes thy lippes and euerie part How nature store in them to shew their Art In shine in shape in colour and compare But now hath death the enemie of loue Staind and deformed the shine the shape the reede With pale and dimnes and my loue is dead Ah dead my loue vile wretch whi cam I liuing So willeth fates and I must be contented All pompe in time must fade and grow to nothing VVept I like Niobe yet it profits nothing Then cease my sighs since I maie not regaine her And woe to wretched death that this hath slaine her Exit Gloster Yours By George Peele Maister of Artes in Oxenford Finis
thus haue I brought you forth Disguisde to Milford hauen here attend The landing of the ladie Aeliner Her stay doth make me muse the winde stands fair And ten dayes hence we did expect them heere Neptune be fauourable to my loue And steere hir keele with thy three forked mace That from this shore I may behold her sailes And in mine armes embrace my deerest deare Rice Braue prince of Wales this honorable matche Cannot but turne to Cambrias common good Simon de Momfort her thrise valiant sonne That in the Barons warres was Generall VVas lou'd and honoured of the Englishmen VVhen they shall heare shee s your espoused wife Assure your grace we shall haue great supplie To make our roades in England mightilie Owen VVhat we resolu'd must strongly be performd Before the king returne from Palestine VVhilst he wins glorie at Ierusalem Let vs winne ground vpon the Englishmen Lluel. Owen ap Rice t is that Lluellen feares I feare me Edward will be come a shore Ere we can make prouision for the warre But be it as it will within his court My brother Dauid is that beares a face As if he were my greatest enemie He by this craft shall creepe into her heart And giue intelligence from time to time Of her intentions driftes and stratagems Heere let vs rest vpon the salt sea shore And while our eyes long for our hearts desires Let vs like friends pastime vs on the sands Our frolike mindes are ominous for good Enter Friar Hugh ap Dauid Guenthian his wench in Flannell and Iack his Nouice Friar Guenthian as I am true man So will I doo the best I can Guenthian as I am true Priest So will I bee at thy behest Guenthian as I am true Friar So wil I be at thy desire Nouice My maister stands too neere the fier Trust him not wench he will prooue a liar Lluellen True man true Friar true priest true knaue These foure in one this trull shall haue Friar Heere sweare I by my shauen crowne VVench if I giue thee a gay greene gowne I le take thee vp as I laid thee downe And neuer bruze nor batter thee Nouice O sweare not maister flesh is fraile VVenche when the signe is in the taile Mightie is loue and will preuaile This Churchman dooth but flatter thee Lluel. A prittie worme and a lustie friar Made for the field not for the quire Guenth. Mas Friar as I am true maide So do I hold me well a paide T is Churchmans laie and veritie To liue in loue and charitie And therefore weene I as my creede Your wordes shall companie my deed Dauie my deare I yeeld in all Thine owne to goe and come at call Rice And so farre foorth begins our braule Friar Then my Guenthian to begin Sith idlenes in loue is sinne Boie to the towne I will thee hie And so returne euen by and by VVhen thou with cakes and muskadine And other iunkets good and fine Hast fild thy bottle and thy bagge Nouice Now maister as I am true wag I will be neither late nor lag But goe and come with gossips cheere Ere Gib our Cat can lick her care For long agoe I learned in schoole That louers desire and pleasures coole Sanct Ceres sweetes and Bacchus vine Now maister for the Cakes and Wine Exit Nouice Friar Wench to passe away the time in glee Guenthian set thee downe by me And let our lips and voices meete In a merrie countrey songe Guenth. Friar I am at beek and baye And at thy commaundement to sing and say And other sportes among Ow. I marry my lord this is somwhat like a mans mony Heere 's a wholsome Welsh wench Lapt in her Flannell as warme as wooll And as fit as a pudding for a Friars mouthe The Friar and Guenthian sing Lluellen speakes to them Pax vobis pax vobis good fellowes faire fall yee Friar Et cum spiritu tuo Friends haue you any thing els to say to the Friar Owen Much good doo you much good you My maisters heart elie Friar And you sir when yee eate Haue ye any thing els to say to the Friar Lluel. Nothing but I wou'd gladly know If muttó be your first dish what shal be your last seruice Friar It may bee sir I count it physicke To feede but on one dish at a sitting Sir would you any thing els with the Friar Rice O nothing sir but if you had any manners You might bid vs fall too Friar Nay and that be the matter good enough Is this all yee haue to say to the Friar Lluel All we haue to say to you sir it may be sir We would walke aside with your wenche a little Friar My maisters and frends I am a poore Friar a man of Gods making and a good fellow as you are legs feete face and hands hart from top to toe of my word right shape and Christendome and I loue a wenche as a wench should be loued and if you loue your selfe walke good friends I pray you let the Friar alone with his flesh Lluel. O Friar your holie mother the church teaches you to abstaine from these morsels therfore my maisters t is a deed of charitie to remooue this stumbling block a faire wench a shrewd temptation to a Friars conscience Guen. Friend if you knew the Friar halfe so well as the bailie of Brecknock you would think you might as so one mooue munck Dauie into the sea as Guenth from his side Lluel. Mas by your leaue wee le prooue Guenth. At your perill if you mooue his patience Friar Brother brother and my good Countrimen Lluel. Countrimen nay I cannot thinke that an English friar will come so farre into Wales barefooted Owen That 's more then you know and yet my lord he might ride hauing a fillie so neere warnings Fri. Hands off good countriman at few words faire Lluel. Countrimen not so sir wee renounce thee Friar and refuse your countrie Friar Then brother and my good friends Hands off and if you loue your ease Rice Ease me no easings wee le ease you of this carriage Friar Fellow be gone quicklie or my pike staffe and I will set thee away with a vengeance Llu. I am sorie trust me to see the church so vnpatient Fri. Ye Dogs ounes do me a shrowde turne and mocke me too flesh and bloud will not beare this then rise vp Robert and say to Richard Redde rationem villicationistuae sir Countriman kinsman Englishman Welshman you with the Wenche returne your Habeas corpus here 's a Circiorari for your Procedendo Owen Holde friar we are thy countriemen Rice Payd payd Digone we are thy countrimē Mundue Friar My Countrymen nay marry sir shal you not be my countrimen you sir you specially you sir that refuse the Friar and renounce his countrie Lluel. Friar hold thy hands I sweare as I am a Gentleman I am a Welshman and so are the rest of honestie Friar Of honestie saiest thou
The trumpets sound Queene Elinor or in her litter borne by foure Negro Mores Ione of Acton with her attended on by the Earle of Glocester and her foure footemen one hauing set a ladder to the side de of the litter she descended and her daughter followeth Qu. Eli. Giue me my pantables Fie this hot wether how it makes me sweate Hey ho my heart ah I am passing faint Giue me my fanne that I may coole my face Hold take my maske but see you romple not This wind and dust see how it smolders me Some drinke good Gloster or I die for drinke Ah Ned thou hast forgot thy Nell I see That shee is thus inforst to follow thee maiesty Gloster This aires distemperature and please your Noisome through mountains vapors send thick mist Vnpleasant needes must be to you and your company That neuer was wont to take the aire Til Flora haue perfumde the earth with sweetes With lillies roses mints and Eglantine Qu. Eli. I tel thee the ground is al to base For Elinor to honor with her steps Whose footepace when shee progrest in the streete Of Aecon and the faire Ierusalem VVas nought but costly Arras points Faire I land tapestrie and Azured silke My milke white steed treading on cloth of ray And trampling proudly vnder the feete Choise of our English wollen drapery This climat or clowring with blacke congealed clouds That takes their swelling from the marrish soile Fraught with infectious frogges and ruistie dampes Is farre vnworthy to be once embalmd With redolence of this refreshing breath That sweetens where it lights as doe the flames And holy fires of Vestaes sacrifice spring Ione VVhose pleasant fields new planted with the Make Thamesis to mount aboue the bankes And like a wanton walloing vp and downe On Floras beds and Napees siluer downe Glo. And wales for me Madame while you are here No Climate good vnlesse your grace be nere Would wales had ought could please you halfe so well Or any precious thing in Glosters gift Whereof your ladiship would chalenge me Ione Well saide my lord t is as my mother saies You men haue learnd to woe a thousande waies Gloster O madame had I learned against my neede Of all those waies to woo one way to speede My cunning then had beene my fortunes guide Q. Eli. Faith Ione I thinke thou must be Glosters bride Good Earle how neare he steps vnto her side So soone this eie these younglings had espide I le tel thee girle when I was faire and young I found such honny in sweete Edwards tongue As I could neuer spend one idle walke But Ned and I would peece it out with talke So you my Lord when you haue got your Ione No matter let Queene mother be alone Old Nell is mother now and grandmother may The greenest grasse doth droupe and turn to hay Woo one kinde Clarke good Gloster loue thy Ione Her heart is thine her eies is not her owne Gl This comfort Madam that your grace doth giue Binds me in double duety whilst I liue Would God King Edward see and say no lesse Qu. Eli. Gloster I warrant thee vppon my life My King vouchsafs his daughter for thy wife Sweet Ned hath not forgot since he did woo The gal of loue and al that longs thereto Glost. Why was your grace so coie to one so kinde Qu. Eli Kinde Gloster so me thinks in deede It seemes he loues his wife no more then needs That sends for vs in al the speedy hast Knowing his Queene to be so great with childe And make me leaue my princely pleasant seates To come into his ruder part of wales Gl. His highnes hath some secrete reason why He wisheth you to moue frō Englands pleasant courts The VVelshmen haue of long time suters beene That when the warre of rebels sorts an end None might be prince and ruler ouer them But such a one as was their countriman VVhich sure I thinke his grace hath graunted them Qu. Eli. So then it is king Edwards Pollicie To haue his sonne for sooth sonne if it be A VVelshman well welshman it liketh me And heere he comes Enter Edward Longshankes and his lords to the Queene and her footmen Longsh. Nell welcome into VVales How fares my Elinor Qu. Eli. Neare worse beshrow their harts t is long on Long. Harts sweet Nell shrow no harts VVhere such sweete saints doe dwell He holds her handfast Qu. Eli. Nay then I see I haue my dreame I pray let go You will not will you whether I will or no You are disposed to mooue me Longsh. Say any thing but so Once Nell thou gauest me this Qu Eli. I pray let go yee are disposed I thinke Long I madame verie well Qu. El. Let go and be naught I say Longsh VVhat ailes my Nell Qu Eli. Aie me what sodaine fits is this I prooue What griefe what pine lung paine like youngmens loue That makes me madding tun thus too and froe Longsh. VVhat mallencollie Nell Qu Eli. My lord pray let me go Giue me sweetwater why how whote it is Glost. These be the fits trouble mens wits Long. Ione aske thy beautious Mistres how she dooth Ione How fares your maiestie Qu. Eli. Ione agreeu'd at the hart and angered worse Because I came not right in I thinke the King comes purposely to spite me My finger itche till I haue had my will Proud Edward call in thy Elinor be still It will not be nor rest I any where Till I haue set it soundly on his eare Ione Is that the matter then let me alone Qu. Elin. Fie how I fret with greefe Long. Come hither Ione knowest thou what ailes my Queene Ione Not I my lord shee longs I thinke to giue your grace a boxe on theare Long. Nay wench if that be as wee le eare it wel What all a mort how doth my dainty Nell Looke vp sweete loue vnkind not kisse me once That may not be Qu. Eli. My lord I thinke you doe it for the nonce Long. Sweet heart one kisse Qu. Eli. For Gods sake let me go Long. Sweet heart a kisse Qu Eli. What whether I will or no you will not leaue let be I say Long. I must be better chidde Qu. Eli No wil take that then lusty lord Sir leaue when you are bidde Long. Why so this chare is charde Gloster A good one by the roode Qu. Eli. No force no harme Long. No harme that doth my Elinor any good Learne lords gainst you be maried men to bow to womens yoke And sturdy though you be you may not stur for euery stroke Now my sweet Nell how doth my Queene Qu. Eli. Shee vaunts that mighty England hath felt her fist Taken a blow basely at Elinors hand And vaunt shee may good leaue being curst and coy Lacke nothing Nell whilst thou hast brought thy lorde a louely boie Veniacion I am sicke good Katherina I pray thee beat hand Kath. Spain This sickenes I hope wil bring King
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 faâ— 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 sâ—fe wheron they build their trust 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 wanting power they carrie not harme Balioll shall liue but yet within suâ— bounds