A conscience full of horror and black deedes Natures externall superfluities Her white and red Earth rubbidg drosse and oare VVhich she but lent thee to keepe Marts withall Thou hast converted to most grosse abuses Thou wouldst not else have scorn'd my poore boys love To match with wealthy German see thy fruits Thy bazes and foundations now are suncke And looke there lyes the ruines of thy workes Bo. Oh misery my hart-strings cracke with griefe Yet will not burst oh say hast thou yet done Ba. Noe I will make thee sensible of thy ils First thou art causer of thy daughters death For thou enforc'd her to the breach of faith Next my sonns ruin whom parac'd like Thou laugd'st at in his fatall tragedy VVhom but a villaine that abjures all lawes That breakes all precepts both of heave'ns and mans And natures too could have done this should I Like one that dares affront divinity Laugh at thy daughters fall Bo. Hast thou done yet I doe beseech thee for this infants sake VVhich sets a smiling brow on miseries And even by instinct prayes thee to forgive Commiserate my woes it greives me now I did deri'd thy miseries be but content I 'le weepe till thou shalt say it is enough So that we may be friends Ba. I cannot chuse But beare a burden in calamities Our angers have like tapers spent themselves And onely lighted others and not us Striving like great men for supremacy VVe have confounded one anothers goodnes Come we will be freinds I 'le dig a soleme cell VVhich shall be hung with sables round about VVhere we will sit and write the tragedy Of our poore children I 'le ha' it so set downe As not one eye that vewes it but shall weepe Nor any eare but sadly shall relent For never was a story of more ruth Then this of him and her yet nought but truth Exeunt Omnes Actus Quintus Scena Prima Enter Arguile Clifton Monlucke Jo. Ball Miles Souldiers Mortigue Doysells Souldiers on the Walls Clif. After the hand of warre has raz'd your walls Affrighting peace from your Jvory beds And like the reaper with his angry sickle Leaves the Earth full of soares and wounds Yet after plasters her with her owne crop So come we after warre bloudy turmoiles To bring you peace which had you sued before Thousands that now ly boweld in the earth Had liv'd to memory what we have done Set ope your gates with spred armes embrace her For which as followes yee have articulated Mon. Which we Monluck Bishop of Valence Labrosse Amyens joynt commissioners For the most christian King and Queene Francis and Mary of France and Scotland Have Confirm'd Mor. Doy Which we as duty bindes must obey Clif. The Articles thus followe The most mighty Princesse Elizabeth by the grace of God of England France and Ireland Queene defendor of the faith c and the most Christian King Francis and Mary by the same grace King and Queene of France and Scotland have bore Record upon a reconciliation of peace and amity to be inviolably kept betweene them their subjects Kingdomes and confines and therefore in their names it is straitly commanded to all manner of persons borne under their obeysances or being in their services to lay by all hostility eyther by Sea or Land and to keepe good peace eyther with other from this time forwards as they will answer therto at their utmost perils long live Elizabeth Francis and Mary Omn. Long live Elizabeth c. Mor. We much desire to heare the Articles On which this peace stands fully ratifi'd Clif. They are thirteene in number The principall and of most effect are these That the French Souldiers and all men of warre Leave the Realme of Scotland in twenty daies Sixe score Souldiers onely are excepted Three score of them to remaine at Inskeith And three score at the Castle of Dun-barr Their wages to be paid from the estates of Scotland and to live lawfull subjects To the Lawes and ordinances of that Realme All fortifications in or about Leith Which by the French was built shal be defaced That France conveigh not any man of warre Nor ammunition into this Land Without a free consent in Parliament Of the three estates of these great Kingdomes That Francis and Mary King and Queene of France From henceforth beare not the Armes of England Which solely appertaine to our dread Mistris The Queene of England and to no other These as you hope for peace you must observe Mor. We subjects are the hands Kings are the heads And what the head commands the hands must act Our barrocadoed portalls shall flie ope And yeild entrance if war-like Clifton please As we have fought together so wee 'le feast Such viands as a raized Towne can yeild You shall receive noble sir Francis Leake Hath in this manner proclam'd this peace On the North-side whom we will gratulate Which tearmes of honour will it please you enter Clif. By my Hollidam we accept your offer Lay by your armes still after frayes come feasts To which we Souldiers are the welcom'st guests Vnbrace our drums instead of warr's Allarmes Exeunt Omnes Wee 'le meete like constant lovers arme in armes nisi Crosse Bal. Bal. See Joshua is enter'd one cup of briske Orleance Makes him i' th temper he was when he leap'd into Leene Cros. Will he be drunke Bal. Most swine-like and then by the vertue of his good liquor hee 's able to convert any Brownisticall sister Cros. An excellent quality Bal. Nay in that moode you shall have him instead of presenting Piramus and Thisbe personate Cato Censorious and his three sons onely in one thing he 's out one of Cato's sons hang'd himselfe and that he refer's to a dumbe show Cros. Me thinks he should hang himselfe for the jest sake Bal. As he did his Cat for killing a Mouse on Sunday see he has top'd the cannikin already now will he sing treason familiarly being sober aske him why he did it in sincerity it was not he it was his drinke Enter Joshua reeling with Jacks Ios. As it is in the painted cloath in sincerity good liquor quickens the spirit When from the warrs I doe returne And at a cup of good Ale mourne I le tell how Townes without fire we did burne and is not that a wonder Bal. That 's more then the painted cloath Ios. I 'le tell how that my Generall Enter'd the breach and scal'd the wall And made the formost battery of all and is not that a wonder Cros. Admirable Ios. How that we went to take a Fort And tooke it too in warr-like sort I 'le sweare that a ly is a true report and is not that a wonder Cros. Ther 's wonder in that Io How that we Souldiers had true pay And cloath and vit'les every day And never a Captaine ran away and is not that a wonder Bal. Nay and but sixe daies to 'th weeke Ios. Is there any man here desires to edyfie I am
ascend to judgment as it is in the painted cloath Gr. Harken the inditement Ios. Tybert the Cat as it is in the painted cloath of the Bull and Cocke sometimes house-keeper drudger or scourer to Marmaduke Ioshua Limner alias painter-stainer now the correcter or extirper of vermine as Rats Mice and other waspish animalls thou art here indited by thy deare Master Marmaduke Ioshua for breaking of the high-day what sayst thou for thy selfe guilty or not guilty hah Gr. Would she could mew non guilty Ios. Know'st thou not thou silly Cat that thy brethren will not Kill the Calfe nor rost the Mutton nor boyle their flesh Pots on the high-day was it not decree'd by our learned brother Abolt Cabbidge Cobler of Amsterdam that they should be held uncleane and not worthy of the meanes that did it and did not expect Cratchet Coole his proud flesh in the Leene for making insurrection on the high day Clif. A point well watred Ios Did not Nadab the Sowe-gelder make a gaunt of his gelt for being cumbersome on the high-day Ha thy silence argues guilt hast thou not seene the whole conventicle of brothers and sisters walke to St. Anns and not so much as a fructifying Kisse on the high Gr. It seemes the elect Kisse weekely Ios. And must thou kill a Mouse oh thou wicked Cat could'st not turne up the white of the eie for the poore creature thou gluttonous Cat thou art now arraigned I adjudge thee to be hanged this munday for killing a Mouse yesterday being the high-day Offers to hang her Gr. Stay stay a pardon a pardon Ios. I am hot in my zeale and fiery in expedition Clif. Wee 'le talke with you hereafter Ios. I was executing a point of justice equity and conscience Gr. A pleasant Tragecomedy the Cat being scap't What Trumpets this Enter Crosse Cros. Monlucke Bishop of Valens Newly anchor'd in the haven of Inskeith Desires safe convoy by your honours forces From the red Brayes to Edenborough Castle The rest on entervew he will impart Such entertainment as the warre affourds The Drum the Fiffe the thundering Cannon The shrill Trumpets and all war-like Cymballs Such Musique as in warrs Souldiers measure Bestow on him come he in warr or peace He shal be welcome Io. Oh that prophane surplesse ho ho ho Enter Monlucke attendant saluts Mon. Mary King Dolphins wife Dowager of France And heire apparant to the Scottish Crowne Hearing of devastations in her Lands And the oppressions that her neighbour Princesse With rough hostility grindes her people Me her Legat she sends to Edenburgh To parley with her Mother the Queene Regent And Article A peace twixt her deare sister The Queene of England and the Lords of Scotland If our conditions may be made with honour This is my message Gr. Eyther for peace or warre The Queene my Mistris now is arm'd for both For like a vertuous Princesse and a Mother O're us her loving subjects and her sons She knowing a Kings security rests In the true love and welfare of her people Rais'd this hostility for to guard her selfe Not to offend but to defend her owne Her Secretary Sicill now attends On the like Embasy for Edenburgh Whither your selfe shall safely be convoy'de Mon. You are an honourable foe Gr. Will the Queene Lay by her nicety rough fil'd phrase And not articulate too much with England For by the power of warr e're two suns rise Wee le mount the walls of Leith and sacrifize Her guilded Towres and her French insulters In flames of fire we vow to hazard lives And honours in the enterprize Exeunt Omnes Enter Anne with a Torch Vrsula Bateman wailing his Picture An. Softly softly fie on your creaking shooes what noise they make shut the Dores close it does not here us a jot looke well to the Darneicke Hangings that it play not the Court Page with us Vrs. Heer 's not so much as a shaddow to affright us for mine owne part neyther Incubus nor Sucubus can do 't I feare not what a quicke thing can doe and I thinke y'ore dead things are too quiet to say any harme An. Yet all is cleere no frightfull vision Nor Ghostly apparition hauntes me yet Yonder 's thy father good powres assist me That I may gaine his patience to heare me And I am hartily satisfied O. Ba. Pigmalion doated on the peece he made So doe not I upon thy pourtraiture I doe but hang thy faire resemblance here To tell me of my immortality How sensible young Cedars are o' th winde When as the aged Oake affronts all stormes 'T is death and natures fault for the Diamond Of blooming youth despise decaying age He might have tane thee el'ce and left thee boy An. Whom talkes he too my life Coz he has a ghost too Yet I see nothing Ba. How now Hyena why camst thou hyther Com'st thou againe to gybe my miseries Has thy maligneing harted father sent thee To scoffe my sorowes keepe of I charge thee Thou did'st bewitch my poore boy with a Kisse Thy breath is sure infectious and I feare Their 's something in thee smells of sorcery Stand at distance An. Good sir use patience That in extremity is soveraigne Balme Teares be my witnes I come to comfort you Yet I see nothing Ba. Teares 't is impossible Marble will drop and melt against the raine And from the cragy Rocks Fountainous Flouds Oft get inforced issues but to gaine Relenting teares from thy obdurate harte 'T is impossible as to force Fire from snow Water from flint say the Sun shall not shine As well upon the begger as the King That is alike indifferent to all Vrs. Good sir remember Forgivenes is an Atribute of Heaven She has a harty sorrow for her sinnes And comes to make attonement if you please An. Still I nothing any where Ba. Pray listen Would not that Physitian be well hang'd That for his practise sake Kills his patient And after pleades a sorrow to his freinds She weepes an evidence of a harty sorrow My boy would not have seene her weepe thus long But hee 'd have minister'd comfort I my teares Playes the theife with mine eies too An. Yet all is safe sure it was but my dreames Sir you had a son blesse me 't is here now Enter Ghost In the same figure that it us'd to be Peace is more deare and pretious unto me Then a nights rest to a man turmoil'd in Law My eies set heere un-mou'd I 'le gaze with thee Vntill the windowes of my head drop out But then my minde wil be afflicted too For what is unseene there is visible here Leade me I 'le follow though to a desart Or any uncouth place worke thy vengeance And doe not torture me alive neyther Gho. All things keepe their time An. Let all times daughters which are daies convert To one day and bring me to my period Ba. Whom converses she withall Vrs. To her unseene fancies An. See with eies of wonder see Ba. What
should I see An. Aske you what why 't is your son Just as he di'd looke looke there here there Ba. Is this thy sorow com'st thou to mocke me An. Just heavens not I see how it smiles on you On me it hurles a dejected looke Takes the Picture Ba. Because I hang his Picture ne're my bed Com'st thou to laugh me out out fond-ling noe See thus I gaze on it stroke his snowy hands And prune the curled tresses of his locks Which the Arts-man neatly has dishevell'd Vrs. Good sir have patience her 's is true sorow And not derision Stands betweene the Picture Ghost An. Another Ganimede This eye and yon'd are one this front that lip This cheeke a litle ruddier showes then that The very ashie palenes of his face The mossie downe still growing on his chin And so his Alablaster finger pointing To the bracelet whereon the peece of gold We broke betweene us hangs Ba. Certes shee 's madd An. Pray come hither You shade this Picture from the pearsant Sun And curtaine it to keepe it from the dust Why are you not as chary then of that It lookes as it were could alas poore Picture Ba. Hee'r 's but one Picture An. I say theirs two You will not see this for to save a Curtaine His knotty curles like to Apollo's tramells Neatly are display'd I 'le sweare the Painter That made this peece had the other by it Why doe you not speake too it 't is your son May be he 's tongue-tide and cannot crave blessing Ba. I could tell thee I nail'd him to the Earth Riveted a stake quite through his bosome And bid thee goe seeke him but I love not To mocke miseries I 'le take this Picture hence It troubles your sight An. And you 'd remove that I 'de thanke you Ba. 'T is thy forc'd fancies and thy guilt together persuades thee so pray thee be a woman Whom thou cam'st to comfort comforts thee Though I intended to have hurl'd at thee Stings of dishonour ignominies reproaches And all the stocke of calumnies and scorne Which thou art guilty off now my pity Converts them into sorrow for thy sorrowes Vrs. A blessing crowne you for it An. And can their be a hope you will forgive me Exit Ghost Ba. Hartily I doe An. See i'ts gone now As if it vex'd to see your clemency Ba. Distemper not your selfe at fancies Your time hastens to maturity Y' are very big and may endanger your fruite If you give way to passions An. T' will be abortiue As are my actions I shall not live To take felicity in it see i'ts here againe Enter Ghost and Exit Gho. All things keepe their time Ba. Come goe with me I 'le give thee comfortable cordialls That shall remove these objects from thine eies Expelling all disastrous accidents And plaine thy thoughts as smooth as innocence Which when thou hear'st then in rapture boast Thou dread'st no visions fury feind nor Ghost Exeunt Omnes An. Be you my counsellour and father too Vrs. Whom I admire for noble honesty Actus Quartus Scena Prima Enter Clifton Grey Arguile Ioshua Miles Ball Souldiers Gr. What day is this Clif. Tues-day the seaventh of May Gr. This day shall in our English Calender stand Eyther to our dishonour or great fames When Chronicles in after ages tell The seventh of May we scal'd the walls of Leith We have begun dreadlesse of death and dangers And like to loyall subjects held the rights Of our deere Mistris Queene Elizabeth When Captaine Randall gives the Alarum Assault assault each man salute his freind Take solemne farewell till this seige have end Omnes Assault assault Gr. Holdes every man his charge as we ordred Clif. I guesse so my Lord Howard with his Launce-tieres quarters T'wixt Mount Pelham and the Sea by VVest Stout Hary Percy with his barbed steedes Neighing for action guardes the Tents by East Arguile with shot marches for the Hill Brey Sir Francis Leeke keepes the water-ports I the greene Bul-warke opposite to Doysells With tough hardy Nottingham shire boyes Wee 'le fall before we fly by my Hollidam Gr. I 'le man this bul-warke 'gainst proud Mortigue Harke the Allarum each man unto his place Exeunt Omnes After squirmishes Enter Grey meeting Clifton with Armour Gr. How goes the day sir Jaruis Clif. Ti 's bloudy The thunderer on both sides shootes his boults Valour is at the touch-stone of true tryall The French like to so many gods of warre Bravely brandish darting fire from steele The valiant Scot Arguile commandes the Hill The Towne-playes fercely their came a shot Of full two hundreth weight into my Tent Doysells has thrice assaulted me I fac'd him And from his sides like Libian Hercules I tore the rough Nemean Lion's Skin His Armour of good proofe which here I beare And will not part from but with losse of life Gr. See! Arguile apeares Arg. Man the water-ports With all the Engines of defensive warre Well fought Vaughan he mans the trenches bravely Young Arthur Grey assaults the stony mures Vn goes the scaleing Ladders now they mount Now Sommerset now Read now Valiant Brey Towring like eager Haukes who shall get high'st Like angery Lions or incenced Tygers The Frenchmen labour greedy for the prey Now the hardy Scots as swift as Roes Climbe the walls and tosse the Frenchmen downe Now from the mount their thundring Cannons roare Whose direfull clangors shake their huge structures And like an earth-quake tumble to the Earth Their steeples Ordinance Gunners all at once Now Inskeith Sutton Newport Conway Fitton As dreadles enter dangers as their Tents Accursed chance the Ladders are too short VVhich gives a treble vantage to the French Now the foe triumphes now our white coates fall Now groanes the mother now the virgin sighs Death wil be master neyther party winns Now flies the English now the French follow And now their horse-men fling about the sands Howard counterbuffs their canvasadoes Like chaffed Bulls or foaming Bores they strive For mastery the Frenchmen flie the Towne And seeke for shelter Now men your Trenches Count Mortigue and Doysells from the Towne Make expedition now sings the god of warre His direfull Antheames now fight or never We now are free-men or elce bond-men ever Alarum Enter Doysells Mortigue Souldiers Doy. Thou bear'st my armour Clifton Clif. My Hollidam Thanke me Doysells I did not take thy head Mor. I came to seeke thee Grey Gr. The Towne I see was too hot to hold thee Elce thou 'st have nesl'd in thy pent-house still Clif. Wee 'le not articulate Alarums Monluck Crosse betweene the Armies Mon. Th' effuse of bloud is great VVhich had bene better never spent then ill You of our party by our commission VVe doe command your tariance your Lords Of England and of Scotland we entreat A litle patience till your Heralds speake Cros. William Cecill the Queenes Secretary Wotton Deane of Canterbury and Yorke With sir Ralph Sadler joynt Commissioners Commands thee Iohn Lord