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A05206	The true chronicle history of King Leir, and his three daughters, Gonorill, Ragan, and Cordella As it hath bene diuers and sundry times lately acted.; King Leir.	Drayton, Michael, 1563-1631, attributed name.; Heywood, Thomas, d. 1641, attributed name.	1605 (1605)	STC 15343; ESTC S111094	45,240	74

say I flatter if you do My deeds shall shew I flatter not with you I loue my father better then thou canst Cor. The prayse were great spoke from anothers mouth But it should seeme your neighbours dwell far off Rag. Nay here is one that will confirme as much As she hath sayd both for my selfe and her I say thou dost not wish my fathers good Cord. Deare father Leir Peace bastard Impe no issue of King Leir I will not heare thee speake one tittle more Call not me father if thou loue thy life Nor these thy sisters once presume to name Looke for no helpe henceforth from me nor mine Shift as thou wilt and trust vnto thy selfe My Kingdome will I equally deuide Twixt thy two sisters to their royall dowre And will bestow them worthy their deserts This done because thou shalt not haue the hope To haue a childs part in the time to come I presently will dispossesse my selfe And set vp these vpon my princely throne Gon. I euer thought that pride would haue a fall Ra. Plaine dealing sister your beauty is so sheene You need no dowry to make you be a Queene Exeunt Leir Gonorill Ragan Cord. Now whither poore forsaken shall I goe When mine owne sisters tryumph in my woe But vnto him which doth protect the iust In him will poore Cordella put her trust These hands shall labour for to get my spending And so I le liue vntill my dayes haue ending Per. Oh how I grieue to see my Lord thus fond To dote so much vpon vayne flattering words Ah if he but with good aduice had weyghed The hidden tenure of her humble speech Reason to rage should not haue giuen place Nor poore Cordella suffer such disgrace Exit Enter the Gallian King with Mumford and three Nobles more King Disswade me not my Lords I am resolu'd This next fayre wynd to sayle for Brittany In some disguise to see if flying fame Be not too prodigall in the wondrous prayse Of these three Nymphes the daughters of King Leir If present view do answere absent prayse And eyes allow of what our eares haue heard And Venus stand auspicious to my vowes And Fortune fauour what I take in hand I will returne seyz'd of as rich a prize As Iason when he wanne the golden fleece Mum. Heauens graūt you may the match were ful of honor And well beseeming the young Gallian King I would your Grace would fauour me so much As make me partner of your Pilgrimage I long to see the gallant Brittish Dames And feed mine eyes vpon their rare perfections For till I know the contrary I le say Our Dames in Fraunce are far more fayre then they Kin. Lord Mumford you haue saued me a labour In offring that which I did meane to aske And I most willingly accept your company Yet first I will inioyne you to obserue Some few conditions which I shall propose Mum. So that you do not tye mine eyes for looking After the amorous glaunces of fayre Dames So that you do not tye my toung from speaking My lips from kissing when occasion serues My hands from congees and my knees to bow To gallant Gyrles which were a taske more hard Then flesh and bloud is able to indure Commaund what else you please I rest content Kin. To bind thee from a thing thou canst not leaue Were but a meane to make thee seeke it more And therefore speake looke kisse salute for me In these my selfe am like to second thee Now heare thy taske I charge thee from the time That first we set sayle for the Brittish shore To vse no words of dignity to me But in the friendliest maner that thou canst Make vse of me as thy companion For we will go disguisde in Palmers weeds That no man shall mistrust vs what we are Mum. If that be all I le fit your turne I warrant you I am some kin to the Blunts and I think the bluntest of all my kindred therfore if I bee too blunt with you thank your selfe for praying me to be so King Thy pleasant company will make the way see me short It resteth now that in my absence hence I do commit the gouernment to you My trusty Lords and faythfull Counsellers Time cutteth off the rest I haue to say The wynd blowes fayre and I must needs away Nobles Heauens send your voyage to as good effect As we your land do purpose to protect Exeunt Enter the King of Cornwall and his man booted and spurd a riding wand and a letter in his hand Corn. But how far distant are we from the Court Ser. Some twenty miles my Lord or thereabouts Corn. It seemeth to me twenty thousand myles Yet hope I to be there within this houre to himselfe Ser. Then are you like to ride alone for me I thinke my Lord is weary of his life Corn. Sweet Gonorill I long to see thy face Which hast so kindly gratified my loue Enter the King of Cambria booted and spurd and his man with a wand and a letter Cam. He lookes on the letter Get a fresh horse for by my soule I sweare I am past patience longer to forbeare The wished sight of my beloued mistris Deare Ragan stay and comfort of my life Ser. to himselfe Now what in Gods name doth my Lord intend He thinks he ne're shall come at 's iourneyes end I would he had old Dedalus waxen wings That he might flye so I might stay behind For e're we get to Troynouant I see He quite will tyre himselfe his horse and me Cornwall Cambria looke one vpon another and start to see eche other there Corn. Brother of Cambria we greet you well As one whom here we little did expect Cam. Brother of Cornwall met in happy time I thought as much to haue met with the Souldan of Persia As to haue met you in this place my Lord No doubt it is about some great affayres That makes you here so slenderly accompanied Corn. To say the truth my Lord it is no lesse And for your part some hasty wind of chance Hath blowne you hither thus vpon the sudden Cam. My Lord to break off further circumstances For at this time I cannot brooke delayes Tell you your reason I will tell you mine Corn. In fayth content and therefore to be briefe For I am sure my haste 's as great as yours I am sent for to come vnto King Leir Who by these present letters promiseth His eldest daughter louely Gonorill To me in mariage and for present dowry The moity of halfe his Regiment The Ladies loue I long ago possest But vntill now I neuer had the fathers Cam. You tell me wonders yet I will relate Strange newes and henceforth we must brothers call Witnesse these lynes his honourable age Being weary of the troubles of his Crowne His princely daughter Ragan will bestow On me in mariage with halfe his Seigniories Whom I would gladly haue accepted of With the third part her complements are

may I blame the fickle Queene of Chaunce That maketh me a patterne of her power Ah poore weake mayd whose imbecility Is far vnable to indure these brunts Oh father Leir how dost thou wrong thy child Who alwayes was obedient to thy will But why accuse I fortune and my father No no it is the pleasure of my God And I do willingly imbrace the rod King It is no Goddesse for she doth complaynt On fortune and th' vnkindnesse of her father Cord. These costly robes ill fitting my estate I will exchange for other meaner habit Mum. Now if I had a Kingdome in my hande I would exchange it for a milkmaids smock and petycoate That she and I might shift our clothes together Cord. I will betake me to my threed and Needle And earne my liuing with my fingers ends Mum. O braue God willing thou shalt haue my custome By sweet S. Denis here I sadly sweare For all the shirts and night geare that I weare Cord. I will professe and vow a maydens life Mum. Thē I protest thou shalt not haue my custom King I can forbeare no longer for to speak For if I do I think my heart will breake Mum. Sblood Wil I hope you are not in loue with my Sēpster King I am in such a laborinth of loue As that I know not which way to get out Mum. You 'l ne're get out vnlesse you first get in King I prithy Iack crosse not my passions Mum. Prithy Wil to her and try her patience King Thou fairest creature whatsoere thou art That euer any mortall eyes be held Vouchsafe to me who haue o'reheard thy woees To shew the cause of these thy sad laments Cor. Ah Pilgrims what auailes to shew the cause When there 's no meanes to find a remedy King To vtter griefe doth ease a heart o're charg'd Cor. To touch a sore doth aggravate the payne King The silly mouse by vertue of her teeth Releas'd the princely Lyon from the net Cor. Kind Palmer which so much desir'st to heare The tragick tale of my vnhappy youth Know this in briefe I am the haplesse daughter Of Leir sometimes King of Brittany King Why who debarres his honourable age From being still the King of Brittany Cor. None but himselfe hath dispossest himselfe And giuen all his Kingdome to the Kings Of Cornwall and of Cambria with my sisters King Hath he giuen nothing to your louely selfe Cor. He lou'd me not therfore gaue me nothing Only because I could not flatter him And in this day of tryumph to my sisters Doth Fortune tryumph in my ouerthrow King Sweet Lady say there should come a King As good as eyther of your sisters husbands To craue your loue would you accept of him Cor. Oh doe not mocke with those in misery Nor do not think though fortune haue the power To spoyle mine honour and debase my state That she hath any interest in my mind For if the greatest Monarch on the earth Should sue to me in this extremity Except my heart could loue and heart could like Better then any that I euer saw His great estate no more should moue my mind Then mountaynes moue by blast of euery wind King Think not sweet Nymph t is holy Palmers guise To grieued soules fresh torments to deuise Therefore in witnesse of my true intent Let heauen and earth beare record of my words There is a young and lusty Gallian King So like to me as I am to my selfe That earnestly doth craue to haue thy loue And ioyne with thee in Hymens sacred bonds Cor. The like to thee did ne're these eyes behold Oh liue to adde new torments to my griefe Why didst thou thus intrap me vnawares Ah Palmer my estate doth not befit A kingly mariage as the case now stands Whilome when as I liu'd in honours height A Prince perhaps might postulate my loue Now misery dishonour and disgrace Hath light on me and quite reuerst the case Thy King will hold thee wise if thou surcease The sute whereas no dowry will insue Then be aduised Palmer what to do Cease for thy King seeke for thy selfe to woo King Your birth 's too high for any but a King Cor. My mind is low ynough to loue a Palmer Rather then any King vpon the earth King O but you neuer can indure their life Which is so straight and full of penury Cor. O yes I can and happy if I might I le hold thy Palmers staffe within my hand And thinke it is the Scepter of a Queene Sometime I le set thy Bonnet on my head And thinke I weare a rich imperiall Crowne Sometime I le helpe thee in thy holy prayers And thinke I am with thee in Paradise Thus I le mock fortune as she mocketh me And neuer will my louely choyce repent For hauing thee I shall haue all content King 'T were sin to hold her longer in suspence Since that my soule hath vow'd she shall be mine Ah deare Cordella cordiall to my heart I am no Palmer as I seeme to be But hither come in this vnknowne disguise To view th' admired beauty of those eyes I am the King of Gallia gentle mayd Although thus slenderly accompanied And yet thy vassayle by imperious Loue And sworne to serue thee euerlastingly Cor. What e're you be of high or low discent All 's one to me I do request but this That as I am you will accept of me And I will haue you whatloe're you be Yet well I know you come of royall race I see such sparks of honour in your face Mum. Haue Palmer's weeds such power to win fayre Ladies Fayth then I hope the next that falles is myne Vpon condition I no worse might speed I would for euer weare a Palmers weed I like an honest and playne dealing wench That sweares without exceptions I will haue you These foppets that know not whether to loue a man or no except they first go aske their mothers leaue by this hand I hate them ten tymes worse then poyson King What resteth then our happinesse to procure Mum. Fayth go to Church to make the matter sure King It shall be so because the world shall say King Leirs three daughters were wedded in one day The celebration of this happy chaunce We will deferre vntill we come to Fraunce Mum. I like the wooing that 's not long a doing Well for her sake I know what I know I le neuer marry whilest I liue Except I haue one of these Brittish Ladyes My humour is alienated from the mayds of Fraunce Exeunt Enter Perillus solus Per. The King hath dispossest himselfe of all Those to aduaunce which scarce will giue him thanks His youngest daughter he hath turnd away And no man knowes what is become of her He soiournes now in Cornwall with the eldest Who flattred him vntill she did obtayne That at his hands which now she doth possesses And now she sees hee hath no more to giue It grieues her heart to see her