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A08469	The first part of the true and honorable historie, of the life of Sir Iohn Old-castle, the good Lord Cobham As it hath been lately acted by the right honorable the Earle of Notingham Lord high Admirall of England his seruants.; Sir John Oldcastle.	Munday, Anthony, 1553-1633. aut; Drayton, Michael, 1563-1631. aut; Wilson, Robert, d. 1600. aut; Hathway, Richard, fl. 1598-1602. aut	1600 (1600)	STC 18795; ESTC S106323	46,191	82

Do not presume to tempt them with ill words Nor suffer any meetings to be had Within your house but to the vttermost Disperse the flockes of this new gathering sect Cobham My liege if any breathe that dares come forth And say my life in any of these points Deserues th' attaindor of ignoble thoughts Here stand I crauing no remorce at all But euen the vtmost rigor may be showne Har. Let it suffice we know your loyaltie What haue you there Cob. A deed of clemencie Your Highnesse pardon for Lord Powesse life Which I did beg and you my noble Lord Of gracious fauour did vouchsafe to grant Har. But yet it is not signed with our hand Cob. Not yet my Liege one ready with pen and incke Har. The fact you say was done Not of prepensed malice but by chance Cob. Vpon mine honor so no otherwise Har. There is his pardon bid him make amends writes And cleanse his soule to God for his offence What we remit is but the bodies scourge Enter Bishop How now Lord Bishop Bishop Iustice dread Soueraigne As thou art King so graunt I may haue iustice Har. What meanes this exclamation let vs know Bish. Ah my good Lord the state 's abusde And our decrees most shamefully prophande Har. How or by whom Bish. Euen by this heretike This Iew this Traitor to your maiestie Cob. Prelate thou liest euen in thy greasie maw Or whosoeuer twits me with the name Of either traitor or of heretike Har. Forbeare I say and Bishop shew the cause From whence this late abuse hath bin deriu'de Bish. Thus mightie King by generall consent A messenger was sent to cite this Lord To make appearance in the consistorie And comming to his house a ruffian slaue One of his daily followers met the man Who knowing him to be a parator Assaults him first and after in contempt Of vs and our proceedings makes him eate The written processe parchment seale and all Whereby his maister neither was brought forth Nor we but scornd for our authoritie Har. When was this done Bish. At sixe a clocke this morning Har. And when came you to court Cob. Last night my Lord Har. By this it seemes he is not guilty of it And you haue done him wrong t' accuse him so Bish. But it was done my lord by his appointment Or else his man durst ne're haue bin so bold Har. Or else you durst be bold to interrupt And fill our eares with friuolous complaints Is this the duetie you do beare to vs Was 't not sufficient we did passe our word To send for him but you misdoubting it Or which is worse intending to forestall Our regall power must likewise summon him This sauours of Ambition not of zeale And rather proues you malice his estate Than any way that he offends the law Go to we like it not and he your officer That was imployde so much amisse herein Had his desert for being insolent Enter Huntington So Cobham when you please you may depart Cob. I humbly bid farewell vnto my liege Exit Har. Farewell what 's the newes by Huntington Hunt Sir Roger Acton and a crue my Lord Of bold seditious rebels are in Armes Intending reformation of Religion And with their Army they intend to pitch In Ficket field vnlesse they be repulst Har. So nere our presence dare they be so bold And will prowd warre and eager thirst of bloud Whom we had thought to entertaine farre off Presse forth vpon vs in our natiue boundes Must wee be forc't to hansell our sharp blades In England here which we prepar'd for France Well a Gods name be it what 's their number say Or who 's the chiefe commander of this rowt Hunt Their number is not knowne as yet my Lord But t is reported Sir Iohn Old-castle Is the chiefe man on whom they do depend Har. How the Lord Cobham Hunt Yes my gracious Lord Bish. I could haue told your maiestie as much Before he went but that I saw your Grace Was too much blinded by his flaterie Suf. Send poast my Lord to fetch him backe againe But. Traitor vnto his country how he smooth'de And seemde as innocent as Truth it selfe Har. I cannot thinke it yet he would be false But if he be no matter let him go Wee le meet both him and them vnto their wo Bish. This falls out well and at the last I hope Exeunt To see this heretike die in a rope Enter Earle of Cambridge Lord Scroope Gray and Chartres the French factor Scroop Once more my Lord of Cambridge make rehersal How you do stand intiteled to the Crowne The deeper shall we print it in our mindes And euery man the better be resolu'de When he perceiues his quarrell to be iust Cam. Then thus Lord Scroope sir Thomas Gray you Mounsieur de Chartres agent for the French This Lionell Duke of Clarence as I said Third sonne of Edward Englands King the third Had issue Phillip his sole daughter and heyre Which Phillip afterward was giuen in marriage To Edmund Mortimer the Earle of March And by him had a son cald Roger Mortimer Which Roger likewise had of his discent Edmund Roger Anne and Elianor Two daughters and two sonnes but those three Dide without issue Anne that did suruiue And now was left her fathers onely heyre My fortune was to marry being too By my grandfather of King Edwardes line So of his sirname I am calde you know Richard Plantagenet my father was Edward the Duke of Yorke and son and heyre To Edmund Langley Edward the third's first sonne Scroop So that it seemes your claime comes by your wife As lawfull heyre to Roger Mortimer The son of Edmund which did marry Phillip Daughter and heyre to Lyonell Duke of Clarence Cam. True for this Harry and his father both Harry the first as plainely doth appeare Are false intruders and vsurp the Crowne For when yong Richard was at Pomfret slaine In him the title of prince Edward dide That was the eldest of king Edwards sonnes William of Hatfield and their second brother Death in his nonage had before bereft So that my wife deriu'd from Lionell Third sonne vnto king Edward ought proceede And take possession of the Diademe Before this Harry or his father king Who fetcht their title but from Lancaster Forth of that royall line And being thus What reason i st but she should haue her right Scroope I am resolu'de our enterprise is iust Gray Harry shall die or else resigne his crowne Chart. Performe but that and Charles the king of France Shall ayde you lordes not onely with his men But send you money to maintaine your warres Fiue hundred thousand crownes he bade me proffer If you can stop but Harries voyage for France Scrope We neuer had a fitter time than now The realme in such diuision as it is Camb. Besides you must perswade ye there is due Vengeance for Richards murder which although It be defende yet will it fall at last And

The first part Of the true and honorable historie of the life of Sir John Old-castle the good Lord Cobham As it hath been lately acted by the right honorable the Earle of Notingham Lord high Admirall of England his seruants LONDON Printed by V.S. for Thomas Pauier and are to be solde at his shop at the signe of the Catte and Parrots neere the Exchange 1600 The Prologue THe doubtful Tule Gentlemen prefixt Vpon the Argument we haue in hand May breede suspence and wrongfully disturbe The peacefull quiet of your setled thoughts To stop which scruple let this briefe suffise It is no pamperd glutton we present Nor aged Councellor to youthfull sinne But one whose vertue shone aboue the rest A valiant Martyr and a vertuous peere In whose true faith and loyaltie exprest Vnto his soveraigne and his countries weale We striue to pay that tribute of our Loue Your fauours merite let faire Truth be grac'te Since forg'de inuention former time defac'te The true and honorable Historie of the life of Sir Iohn Oldcastle the good Lord Cobham In the fight enter the Sheriffe and two of his men Sheriffe MY Lords I charge ye in his Highnesse name To keepe the peace you and your followers Herb. Good M. Sheriffe look vnto your self Pow. Do so for we haue other businesse Proffer to fight againe Sher. Will ye disturbe the Iudges and the Assise Heare the Kings proclamation ye were best Pow. Hold then le ts heare it Herb. But be briefe ye were best Bayl. O yes Dauy Cossone make shorter O or shall marre your Yes Bay O yes Owen What has her nothing to say but O yes Bay O yes Da. O nay pye Cosse plut downe with her down with her A Pawesse a Pawesse Gough A Herbert a Herbert and downe with Powesse Helter skelter againe Sher. Hold in the Kings name hold Owen Downe e tha ka naues name downe In this fight the Bailiffe is knocked downe and the Sheriffe and the other runne away Herb. Powesse I thinke thy Welsh and thou do smart Pow. Herbert I thinke my sword came neere thy heart Herb. Thy hearts best bloud shall pay the losse of mine Gough A Herbert a Herbert Dauy A Pawesse a Pawesse As they are lifting their weapons enter the Maior of Hereford and his Officers and Townes men with clubbes Maior My Lords as you are liege men to the Crowne True noblemen and subiects to the King Attend his Highnesse proclamation Commaunded by the Iudges of Assise For keeping peace at this assemblie Herb. Good M. Maior of Hereford be briefe Mai. Serieant without the ceremonie of O yes Pronounce alowd the proclamation Ser. The Kings Iustices perceiuing what publique mischiefe may ensue this priuate quarrel in his maiesties name do straightly charge and commaund all persons of what degree soeuer to depart this cittie of Hereford except such as are bound to giue attendance at this Assise and that no man presume to weare any weapon especially welsh-hookes forrest billes Owen Haw no pill nor wells hoog ha Ma. Peace and heare the proclamation Ser. And that the Lord Powesse do presently disperse and discharge his retinue and depart the cittie in the Kings peace he and his followers on paine of imprisonment Dauy Haw pud her Lord Pawesse in prison A Pawes A Pawesse cossone liue and tie with her Lord Gough A Herbert a Herbert In this fight the Lord Herbert is wounded and fals to the ground the Maior and his company goe away crying clubbes Powesse runnes away Gough and other of Herberts faction busie themselues about Herbert enters the two Iudges in their roabes the Sheriffe and his Baileffes afore them c. 1. Iud. Where 's the Lord Herbert is he hurt or slaine Sher. Hee 's here my Lord 2. Iud. How fares hid Lordshippe friends Gough Mortally wounded speechlesse he cannot liue 1. Iud Conuay him hence let not his wounds take ayre And get him dress'd with expedition Ex. Herb. Gough M. Maior of Hereford M Shriue o' th shire Commit Lord Powesse to safe custodie To answer the disturbance of the peace Lord Herberts perill and his high contempt Of vs and you the Kings commissioners See it be done with care and diligence Sher. Please it your Lordship my Lord Powesse is gone Past all recouery 2. Iud. Yet let search be made To apprehend his followers that are left Sher. There are some of them sirs lay hold on them Owen Of vs and why what has her done I pray you Sher. Disarme them Bailiffes Ma. Officers assist Dauy Heare you Lor shudge what resson is for this Owen Cosson pe puse for fighting for our Lord 1. Iudge Away with them Dauy Harg you my Lord Owen Gough my Lorde Herberts man 's a shitten knaue Both at once al this Dauy I se liue and tie in good quarrell Owen Pray you do shustice let awl be preson Dauy Prison no Lord shudge I wooll giue you pale good suerty 2. Iudge What Bale what suerties Dauy Her coozin ap Ries ap Euan ap Morrice ap Morgan ap Lluellyn ap Madoc ap Meredith ap Griffen ap Dauy ap Owen ap Shinken Shones 2 Iudge Two of the most sufficient are ynow Sher. And 't please your Lordship these are al but one 1. Iudge To Iayle with them and the Lord Herberts men Wee le talke with them when the Assise is done Exeunt Riotous audacious and vnruly Groomes Must we be forced to come from the Bench To quiet brawles which euery Constable In other ciuill places can suppresse 2. Iudge What was the quarrel that causde all this stirre Sher. About religion as I heard my Lord Lord Powesse detracted from the power of Rome Affirming Wickliffes doctrine to be true And Romes erroneous hot reply was made By the lord Herbert they were traytors all That would maintaine it Powesse answered They were as true as noble and as wise As he that would defend it with their liues He namde for instance sir Iohn Old-castle The Lord Cobham Herbert replide againe He thou and all are traitors that so hold The he was giuen the seuerall factions drawne And so enragde that we could not appease it 1. Iudge This case concernes the Kings prerogatiue And 's dangerous to the State and common wealth Gentlemen Iustices master Maior and master Shrieue It doth behoue vs all and each of vs In generall and particular to haue care For the suppressing of all mutinies And all assemblies except souldiers musters For the Kings preparation into France We heare of secret conuenticles made And there is doubt of some conspiracies Which may breake out into rebellious armes When the King 's gone perchance before he go Note as an instance this one perillous fray What factions might haue growne on either part To the destruction of the King and Realme Yet in my conscience sir Iohn Old-castle Innocent of it onely his name was vsde We therefore from his Highnesse giue this charge You maister Maior looke to your citizens

be all friends then Constable Well said mistris Dorothy ifaith Harp Thou art the madst priest that euer I met with Wroth. Giue me thy hand thou art as good a fellow I am a singer a drinker a bencher a wencher I can say a masse and kisse a lasse faith I haue a parsonage and bicause I would not be at too much charges this wench serues me for a sexton Harp Well said mad priest wee le in and be friends exeunt Enter sir Roger Acton master Bourne master Beuerley and William Murley the brewer of Dunstable Acton Now maister Murley I am well assurde You know our arrant and do like the cause Being a man affected as we are Mu. Mary God dild ye daintie my deere no master good Sr Roger Acton Knight maister Bourne and maister Beuerley esquires gentlemen and iustices of the peace no maister I but plaine William Murly the brewer of Dunstable your honest neighbour and your friend if ye be men of my profession Beuerley Professed friends to Wickliffe foes to Rome Murl. Hold by me lad leane vpon that staffe good maister Beuerley all of a house say your mind say your mind Acton You know our faction now is growne so great Throughout the realme that it beginnes to smoake Into the Cleargies eies and the Kings eares High time it is that we were drawne to head Our generall and officers appoynted And warres ye wot will aske great store of coine Able to strength our action with your purse You are elected for a colonell Ouer a regiment of fifteene bands Murley Fue paltrie paltrie in and out to and fro be it more or lesse vppon occasion Lorde haue mercie vppon vs what a world is this Sir Roger Acton I am but a Dunstable man a plaine brewer ye know will lusty Caualiering captaines gentlemen come at my calling goe at my bidding Daintie my deere thei le doe a dogge of waxe a horse of cheese a pricke and a pudding no no ye must appoint some lord or knight at least to that place Bourne Why master Murley you shall be a Knight Were you not in election to be shrieue Haue ye not past all offices but that Haue ye not wealth to make your wife a lady I warrant you my lord our Generall Bestowes that honor on you at first sight Murley Mary God dild ye daintie my deare But tell me who shal be our Generall Where 's the lord Cobham sir Iohn Old-castle That noble almes-giuer housekeeper vertuous Religious gentleman Come to me there boies Come to me there Acton Why who but he shall be our Generall Murley And shall he knight me and make me colonell Acton My word for that sir William Murley knight Murley Fellow sir Roger Acton knight all fellowes I meane in armes how strong are we how many partners our enemies beside the King are mightie be it more or lesse vpon occasion reckon our force Acton There are of vs our friends and followers Three thousand and three hundred at the least Of northerne lads foure thousand beside horse From Kent there comes with sir Iohn Old-castle Seauen thousand then from London issue out Of maisters seruants strangers prentices Fortie odde thousands into Ficket field Where we appoynt our speciall randeuous Murley Fue paltry paltry in and out to and fro Lord haue mercie vpon vs what a world is this where 's that Ficket fielde sir Roger Acton Behinde saint Giles in the field neere Holborne Murley Newgate vp Holborne S. Giles in the field and to Tiborne an old saw for the day for the day Acton On friday next the foureteenth day of Ianuary Murley Tyllie vallie trust me neuer if I haue any liking of that day fue paltry paltry friday quoth a dismall day Childermasse day this yeare was friday Beuerley Nay maister Murley if you obserue such daies We make some question of your constancie All daies are like to men resolu'de in right Murley Say Amen and say no more but say and hold master Beuerley friday next and Ficket field and William Murley and his merry men shal be al one I haue halfe a score iades that draw my beere cartes and euery iade shall beare a knaue and euery knaue shall weare a iacke and euery iacke shal haue a scull and euery scull shal shew a speare and euery speare shal kill a foe at Ficket field at Ficket field Iohn and Tom and Dicke and Hodge and Rafe and Robin William George and all my knaues shall fight like men at Ficket field on friday next Bourne What summe of money meane you to disburse Murley It may be modestly decently soberly and handsomely I may bring fiue hundreth pound Acton Fiue hundreth man fiue thousand 's not enough A hundreth thousand will not pay our men Two months together either come preparde Like a braue Knight and martiall Colonell In glittering golde and gallant furniture Bringing in coyne a cart loade at the least And all your followers mounted on good horse Or neuer come disgracefull to vs all Beuerley Perchance you may be chosen Treasurer Tenne thousand pounds the least that you can bring Murley Paltry paltry in and out and fro vpon I haue ten thousand pound to spend and tenne too And rather than the Bishop shall haue his will of mee for my conscience it shall out all Flame and flaxe flame and flaxe it was gotte with water and mault and it shal flie with fire and gunne powder Sir Roger a cart loade of mony til the axetree cracke my selfe and my men in Ficket field on friday next remember my Knighthoode and my place there 's my hand I le bee there Exit Acton See what Ambition may perswade men to In hope of honor he will spend himselfe Bourne I neuer thought a Brewer halfe so rich Beuerley Was neuer bankerout Brewer yet but one With vsing too much mault too little water Acton That 's no fault in Brewers now-adayes Come away about our businesse exeunt Enter K. Harry Suffolke Butler and Old-castle kneeling to the King Harry T is not enough Lord Cobham to submit You must forsake your grosse opinion The Bishops find themselues much iniured And though for some good seruice you haue done We for our part are pleasde to pardon you Yet they will not so soone be satisfied Cobham My gracious Lord vnto your Maiestie Next vnto my God I owe my life And what is mine either by natures gift Or fortunes bountie al is at your seruice But for obedience to the Pope of Rome I owe him none nor shall his shaueling priests That are in England alter my beliefe If out of holy Scripture they can proue That I am in an errour I will yeeld And gladly take instruction at their hands But otherwise I do beseech your grace My conscience may not be incroacht vpon Har. We would be loath to presse our subiects bodies Much lesse their soules the deere redeemed part Of him that is the ruler of vs all Yet let me counsell ye that might command

this warrant doth not stretch To imprison her Bishop No turne her out of doores L. Warden and Oldcastle whisper Euen as she is and leade him to the Tower With guard enough for feare of rescuing Lady O God requite thee thou bloud-thirsty man Oldca. May it not be my Lord of Rochester Wherein haue I incurd your hate so farre That my appeale vnto the King 's denide Bish. No hate of mine but power of holy church Forbids all fauor to false heretikes Oldca. Your priuate malice more than publike power Strikes most at me but with my life it ends Harp O that I had the Bishop in that feare aside That once I had his Sumner by our selues Crom. My Lord yet graunt one sute vnto vs all That this same auncient seruing man may waite Vpon my lord his master in the Tower Bish. This old iniquitie this heretike That in contempt of our church discipline Compeld my Sumner to deuoure his processet Old Ruffian past-grace vp start schismatike Had not the King prayd vs to pardon ye Ye had fryed for it ye grizild heretike Harp Sbloud my lord Bishop ye do me wrong I am neither heretike nor puritane but of the old church I le sweare drinke ale kisse a wench go to masse eate fish all Lent and fast fridaies with cakes and wine fruite and spicerie shriue me of my old sinnes afore Easter and beginne new afore whitsontide Crom. A merie mad conceited knaue my lord Harp That knaue was simply put vpon the Bishop Bish. VVel God forgiue him and I pardon him Let him attend his master in the Tower For I in charity wish his soule no hurt Oldca God blesse my soule from such cold charitie Bish. Tooth Tower with him and when my leisure serues I will examine him of Articles Looke my lord Warden as you haue in charge The Shriue performe his office L. Ward Yes my lord Enter the Sumner with bookes Bish. VVhat bringst thou there what bookes of heresie Som. Yea my lord here 's not a latine booke No not so much as our ladies Psalter Here 's the Bible the testament the Psalmes in meter The sickemans salue the treasure of gladnesse And al in English not so much but the Almanack's English Bish. Away with them to 'th fire with them Clun Now fie vpon these vpstart heretikes Al English burne them burne them quickly Clun Harp But doe not Sumner as voule answere it for I haue there English bookes my lord that I le not part with for your Bishoppricke Beuis of Hampton Owleglasse the Frier and the Boy Ellen of Rumming Robin hood and other such godly stories which if ye burne by this flesh I le make ye drink their ashes in S. Margets ale exeunt Enter the Bishop of Rochester with his men in liuerie coates 1. Ser. Is it your honors pleasure we shal stay Or come backe in the afternoone to fetch you Bish. Now you haue brought me heere into the Tower You may go backe vnto the Porters Lodge And send for drinke or such things as you want Where if I haue occasion to imploy you I le send some officer to cal you to me Into the cittie go not I commaund you Perhaps I may haue present neede to vse you 2 We will attend your worship here without Bish. Do so I pray you 3 Come we may haue a quart of wine at the Rose at Barking I warrant you and come backe an hower before he be ready to go 1 We must hie vs then 3 Let 's away exeunt Bish. Ho M. Lieftenant Lieften. Who calls there Bish. A friend of yours Lieften. My lord of Rochester your honor 's welcome Bish. Sir here 's my warrant from the Counsell For conference with sir Iohn Old-castle Vpon some matter of great consequence Lieften. Ho sir Iohn Harp Who calls there Lieften. Harpoole tel Sir Iohn that my lord of Rochester comes from the counsell to conferre with him Harp I will sir Lief. I thinke you may as safe without suspition As any man in England as I heare For it was you most labor'd his commitment Bish. I did sir and nothing repent it I assure you Enter sir Iohn Old-castle M. Lieftenant I pray you giue vs leaue I must conferre here with sir Iohn a little Lief. With all my heart my lord Harp aside My lord be rulde by me take this occasion while t is offered and on my life your lordship shal escape Old-ca. No more I say peace lest he should suspect it Bish. Sir Iohn I am come vnto you from the lords of his highnesse most honorable counsell to know if yet you do recant your errors conforming you vnto the holy church Old-ca. My lord of Rochester on good aduise I see my error but yet vnderstand me I meane not error in the faith I hold But error in submitting to your pleasure Therefore your lordship without more to do Must be a meanes to help me to escape Bish. What meanes thou heretike Darst thou but lift thy hand against my calling sir Iohn No not to hurt yon for a thousand pound Harp Nothing but to borrow your vpper garments a little not a word more for if you do you die peace for waking the children there put them on dispatch my lord the window that goes out into the leads is sure enough I told you that before there make you ready I le conuay him after and bind him surely in the inner roome Old-ca. This is wel begun God send vs happie speed Hard shift you see men make in time of need Harpoole Harp Heere my Lord come come away Enter seruing men againe 1 I maruell that my lord should stay so long 2 He hath sent to seeke vs I dare lay my life 3 We come in good time see where he is comming Harp I beseech you good my lord of Rochester be fauorable to my lord and maister Old-ca. The inner roomes be very hot and close I do not like this ayre here in the Tower Harp His case is hard my lord you shall safely get out of the Tower but I will downe vpon them in which time get you away Old-ca. Fellow thou troublest me Harp Heare me my Lord hard vnder Islington wait you my comming I will bring my Lady ready with horses to conuay you hence Old-ca. Fellow go back againe vnto thy Lord and counsell him Harp Nay my good lord of Rochester I le bring you to S. Albons through the woods I warrant you Old-ca. Villaine away Harp Nay since I am past the Towers libertie thou part'st not so be drawes Bish. Clubbes clubs clubs 1 Murther murther murther 2 Downe with him they fight 3 A villaine traitor Harp You cowardly rogues sir Iohn escapes Enter Lieftenant and his men Lieft. Who is so bold as dare to draw a sword So neare vnto the entrance of the Tower 1 This ruffian seruant to sir Iohn Old-castle was like to haue slaine my Lord Lieft. Lay hold on him Harp Stand off if you loue your puddings