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A02168	The Scottish historie of Iames the fourth, slaine at Flodden Entermixed with a pleasant comedie, presented by Oboram King of Fayeries: as it hath bene sundrie times publikely plaide. Written by Robert Greene, Maister of Arts.	Greene, Robert, 1558?-1592.; Giraldi, Giambattista Cinzio, 1504-1573. Ecatommiti.	1598 (1598)	STC 12308; ESTC S105810	43,367	78

the pleasures of the Court Or if she likte me tho she left the Court What should I say I know not what to say You may depart and you my curteous Queene Leaue me a space I haue a waightie cause to thinke vpon Ida it nips me neere It came from thence I feele it burning heere Exeunt all sauing the King and Ateukin K. of Scot Now am I free from sight of commō eie Where to my selfe I may disclose the griefe That hath too great a part in mine affects Ateu. And now is my time by wiles words to rise Greater then those that thinks themselues more wise K. of Scots And first fond King thy honor doth engraue Vpon thy browes the drift of thy disgrace Thy new vowd loue in sight of God and men Linke thee to Dorithea during life For who more faire and vertuous then thy wife Deceitfull murtherer of a quiet minde Fond loue vile lust that thus misleads vs men To vowe our faithes and fall to sin againe But Kings stoupe not to euery common thought Ida is faire and wise fit for a King And for faire Ida will I hazard life Venture my Kingdome Country and my Crowne Such fire hath loue to burne a kingdome downe Say Doll dislikes that I estrange my loue Am I obedient to a womans looke Nay say her father frowne when he shall heare That I do hold faire Idaes loue so deare Let father frowne and fret and fret and die Nor earth nor heauen shall part my loue and I Yea they shall part vs but we first must meet And wo and win and yet the world not se et Yea ther 's the wound wounded with that thoght So let me die for all my drift is naught Ateu. Most gratious and imperiall Maiestie K. of S. A little flattery more were but too much Villaine what art thou that thus darest interrupt a Princes secrets Ateu. Dread King thy vassall is a man of Art Who knowes by constellation of the stars By oppositions and by drie aspects The things are past and those that are to come K. of S. But where 's thy warrant to approach my presence Ateu. My zeale and ruth to see your graces wrong Makes me lament I did detract so long K. of S. If thou knowst thoughts tell me what mean I now Ateu. I le calculate the cause of those your highnesse smiles And tell your thoughts K. of S. But least thou spend thy time in idlenesse And misse the matter that my mind aimes at Tell me what star was opposite when that was thought He strikes him on the eare Ateu. T is inconuenient mightie Potentate Whose lookes resembles Ioue in Maiestie To scorne the sooth of science with contempt I see in those imperiall lookes of yours The whole discourse of loue Saturn combust With direfull lookes at your natiuitie Beheld faire Venus in her siluer orbe I know by certaine exiomies I haue read Your graces griefs further can expresse her name That holds you thus in fancies bands K. of S. Thou talkest wonders Ateu. Nought but truth O King T is Ida is the mistresse of your heart Whose youth must take impression of affects For tender twigs will bowe and milder mindes Will yeeld to fancie be they followed well K. of S. What god art thou composde in humane shape Or bold Trophonius to decide our doubts How knowst thou this Ateu. Euen as I know the meanes To worke your graces freedome and your loue Had I the mind as many Courtiers haue To creepe into your bosome for your coyne And beg rewards for euery cap and knee I then would say if that your grace would giue This lease this manor or this pattent seald For this or that I would effect your loue But Ateukin is no Parasite O Prince I know your grace knowes schollers are but poore And therefore as I blush to beg a fee Your mightinesse is so magnificent You cannot chuse but cast some gift apart To ease my bashfull need that cannot beg As for your loue oh might I be imployd How faithfully would Ateukin compasse it But Princes rather trust a smoothing tongue Then men of Art that can accept the time K. of Scots Ateu If so thy name for so thou saist Thine Art appeares in entrance of my loue And since I deeme thy wisedom matcht with truth I will exalt thee and thy selfe alone Shalt be the Agent to dissolue my griefe Sooth is I loue and Ida is my loue But my new marriage nips me neare Ateukin For Dorithea may not brooke th' abuse Ateu. These lets are but as moaths against the sun Yet not so great like dust before the winde Yet not so light Tut pacifie your grace You haue the sword and scepter in your hand You are are the King the state depends on you Your will is law say that the case were mine Were she my sister whom your highnesse loues She should consent for that our liues our goods Depend on you and if your Queene repine Although my nature cannot brooke of blood And Schollers grieue to heare of murtherous deeds But if the Lambe should let the Lyons way By my aduise the Lambe should lose her life Thus am I bold to speake vnto your grace Who am too base to kisse your royall feete For I am poore nor have I land nor rent Nor countenance here in Court but for my loue Your Grace shall find none such within the realme K. of S. Wilt thou effect my loue shal she be mine Ateu. I le gather Moly-rocus and the earbes That heales the wounds of body and the minde I le set out charmes and spels nought else shal be left To tame the wanton if she shall rebell Giue me but tokens of your highnesse trust K. of S. Thou shalt haue gold honor and wealth inough Winne my Loue and I will make thee great Ateu. These words do make me rich most noble Prince I am more proude of them then any wealth Did not your grace suppose I flatter you Beleeue me I would boldly publish this Was neuer eye that sawe a sweeter face Nor neuer eare that heard a deeper wit Oh God how I am rauisht in your woorth K. of S. Ateu Follow me loue must haue ease Ateu. I le kisse your highnesse feet march when you please Exeunt Enter Slipper Nano and Andrew with their billes readie written in their hands Andrew Stand back sir mine shall stand highest Slip. Come vnder mine arme sir or get a footstoole Or else by the light of the Moone I must come to it Nano Agree my maisters euery man to his height Though I stand lowest I hope to get the best maister Andr. Ere I will stoupe to a thistle I will change turnes As good lucke comes on the right hand as the left Here 's for me and me and mine Andr. But tell me fellowes till better occasion come Do you seeke maisters Ambo We doo Andr. But what can you do worthie preferment Nano Marry I can

more I think vpon our last accord The more I greeue your suddaine parting hence First lawes of friendship did confirme our peace Now both the seale of faith and marriage bed The name of father and the style of friend These force in me affection full confirmd So that I greeue and this my heartie griefe The heauens record the world may witnesse well To loose your presence who are now to me A father brother and a vowed friend K. of Eng. Link all these louely stiles good king in one And since thy griefe exceeds in my depart I leaue my Dorithea to enioy thy whole compact Loues and plighted vowes Brother of Scotland this is my ioy my life Her fathers honour and her Countries hope Her mothers comfort and her husbands blisse I tell thee king in louing of my Doll Thou bindst her fathers heart and all his friends In bands of loue that death cannot dissolue K. of Scots Nor can her father loue her like to me My liues light and the comfort of my soule Faire Dorithea that wast Englands pride Welcome to Scotland and in signe of loue Lo I inuest thee with the Scottish Crowne Nobles and Ladies stoupe vnto your Queene And Trumpets sound that Heralds may proclaime Faire Dorithea peerlesse Queene of Scots All Long liue and prosper our faire Q. of Scots Enstall and Crowne her Dor. Thanks to the king of kings for my dignity Thanks to my father that prouides so carefully Thanks to my Lord and husband for this honor And thanks to all that loue their King and me All Long liue faire Dorithea our true Queene K. of E. Long shine the sun of Scotland in her pride Her fathers comfort and faire Scotlands Bride But Dorithea since I must depart And leaue thee from thy tender mothers charge Let me aduise my louely daughter first What best befits her in a forraine land Liue Doll for many eyes shall looke on thee Haue care of honor and the present state For she that steps to height of Maiestie Is euen the marke whereat the enemy aimes Thy vertues shall be construed to vice Thine affable discourse to abiect minde If coy detracting tongues will call thee proud Be therefore warie in this slippery state Honour thy husband loue him as thy life Make choyce of friends as Eagles of their yoong Who sooth no vice who flatter not for gaine But loue such friends as do the truth maintaine Thinke on these lessons when thou art alone And thou shalt liue in health when I am gone Dor. I will engraue these preceps in my heart And as the wind with calmnesse woes you hence Euen so I wish the heauens in all mishaps May blesse my father with continuall grace K. of E. Then son farwell the fauouring windes inuites vs to Long circumstance in taking princely leaues Is more officious then conuenient Brother of Scotland loue me in my childe You greet me well if so you will her good K. of Sc. Then louely Doll and all that fauor me Attend to see our English friends at sea Let all their charge depend vpon my purse They are our neighbors by whose kind accord We dare attempt the proudest Potentate Onely faire Countesse and your daughter stay With you I haue some other thing to say Exeunt all saue the King the Countesse Ida Ateukin in all royaltie K. of S. So let them tryumph that haue cause to ioy But wretched King thy nuptiall knot is death Thy Bride the breeder of thy Countries ill For thy false heart dissenting from thy hand Misled by loue hast made another choyce Another choyce euen when thou vowdst thy soule To Dorithea Englands choysest pride O then thy wandring eyes bewitcht thy heart Euen in the Chappell did thy fancie change When periur'd man though faire Doll had thy hand The Scottish Idaes bewtie stale thy heart Yet feare and loue hath tyde thy readie tongue From blabbing forth the passions of thy minde Lest fearefull silence haue in suttle lookes Bewrayd the treason of my new vowd loue Be faire and louely Doll but here 's the prize That lodgeth here and entred through mine eyes Yet how so ere I loue I must be wise Now louely Countesse what reward or grace May I imploy on you for this your zeale And humble honors done vs in our Court In entertainment of the English King Countesse It was of dutie Prince that I haue done And what in fauour may content me most Is that it please your grace to giue me leaue For to returne vnto my Countrey home K. of Scots But louely Ida is your mind the same Ida. I count of Court my Lord as wise men do T is fit for those that knowes what longs thereto Each person to his place the wise to Art The Cobler to his clout the Swaine to Cart K. of Sc. But Ida you are faire and bewtie shines And seemeth best where pomp her pride refines Ida. If bewtie as I know there 's none in me Were sworne my loue and I his life should be The farther from the Court I were remoued The more I thinke of heauen I were beloued K. of Scots And why Ida. Because the Court is counted Venus net Where gifts and vowes for stales are often set None be she chaste as Vesta but shall meete A curious toong to charme her eares with sweet K. of Scots Why Ida then I see you set at naught The force of loue Ida. In sooth this is my thoght most gratious king That they that little proue Are mickle blest from bitter sweets of loue And wee le I wot I heard a shepheard sing That like a Bee Loue hath a little sting He lurkes in flowres he pearcheth on the trees He on Kings pillowes bends his prettie knees The Boy is blinde but when he will not spie He hath a leaden foote and wings to flie Beshrow me yet for all these strange effects If I would like the Lad that so infects K. of Scots Rare wit fair face what hart could more desire But Doll is faire and doth concerne thee neere Let Doll be faire she is wonne but I must woe And win faire Ida there 's some choyce in two But Ida thou art coy Ida. And why dread King K. of Scots In that you will dispraise so sweet A thing as loue had I my wish Ida. What then K. of Scots Then would I place his arrow here His bewtie in that face Ida. And were Apollo moued and rulde by me His wisedome should be yours and mine his tree K. of Scots But here returnes our traine Welcome faire Doll how fares our father is he shipt and gone Enters the traine backe Dor. My royall father is both shipt and gone God and faire winds direct him to his home K. of Sc. Amen say I wold thou wert with him too Then might I haue a fitter time to woo But Countesse you would be gone therfore farwell Yet Ida if thou wilt stay thou behind To accompany my Queene But if thou like