feare of burning everlastingly Ches I shall sir Exit K. Mowbray with the bendings of the King Go meet that angry young man Bruce and tell him Here 's now no use for steele Mow. 'T will be good news sir K. Meet us at least you stubborn men In our facile affections Why send ye not for Richmond must we bend and And beseech too Leis Passe but your Royal promise In the words of a King to performe what Y' are fled from the wind not with more swiftnesse Shall fly to play with Richmonds lofty Plume Then shall be shown in his repeale K. 'T is granted upon our Kingly word that time in me shall read that Giants force necessity Ol. Bru. With all submissive reverence we descend And kisse your Highnesse hand Fitz. Right happy day My Girle is safe and all clouds blown away Exeunt from the walls Hoboyes sound whilst the Barrons descend each on his knee kissing the Kings hand both Parties joyfully embrace suddenly the Hoboyes cease and a sad Musick of Flutes heard Enter to the King and Lords the Lady Abbess Ushering Matilda's Herse born by Virgins this Motto fasmed unto it To Piety and Chastity The Body of Matilda lying on the Herse and attended by the Queene bearing in her hand a Garland compos'd of Roses and Lillies after her young Bruce Hubert Chester and other Gentlemen all in mourning habites The Song in parts 1 LOoke what Death hath done here laid In one a Martyr and a Maid 2. Angels Crown Those with just applause Dye in defence of Vertues Lawes Chorus Such was her cause Death boast not of thy hands• Cruelty since the uanquish'd victor stands 2. Her Chastity to Time shall last Like Laurel which no lightning can blast 1. Sweet Maids with Roses deck her Herse Whose Vertue stands above the reach of Verse Chorus Heaven hath her pure part whil'st on Earth •her Name Moves in the Spheare of aresulgent Fame K. Hubert interpret this Apparition Hub. Behold sir A sad writ Tragedy so ferlingly Languag'd and cast with such a crafty cruelty Contriv'd and acted that wild Savages Satyrs and the rude rabble of the Woods Would weep to lay their ears to and admiring To see themselves out done they would conceive Their wildnesse mildness to this deed and call Men more then Savage themselves rationall And thou Fitzwater reflect upon thy name And turn the sonne of tears oh forget That Cupid ever spent a dart upon thee That Hymen ever coupled thee or that ever The hasty happy willing messenger Told thee thou hadst a Daughter oh look here Look here King John and with a tembling eye Unvailes her face Read your sad act Matilda's Tragedy Om. Matilda Fitz. By the labouring soul of a much injur'd man It is my childe Matilda Qu Oh cruell King go •ate thy bloody eye With thy black command which there lyes executed Ol. Bru. Sweet Neece Leis Chaste soule Y. Bru. King go and read thy cruelty K. Do I stirre Chester Good Oxford do I move stand I not still To watch the when the griev'd friends of dead Matilda Will with a thousand stabs turn me to dust That in a thousand prayes they may be happy Wil no one do 't then give a mourner room Falls passionately upon the Herse A man of tears oh immaculate Matilda These sheed but sayling heat drops missing showers The faint dews of a doubtful April-morning But from mine eyes ship-sincking Ca•aracts Whold clouds of waters wealthy exhalations Shall fall into the Sea of my affliction Till it amaze the Mourners Hub. Unmatch'd Matilda Celestiall Souldier that keep'st a Fort of Chastity 'gainst all temptations Fitz. Not to be a Queene Would she break her chaste vow truth crowns your reed Unmatch'd Matilda was her name indeed K. Oh take into your spirit-piercing praise My Scoene of sorrow I have wel-clad woes Pathetick epethites to illustrate passion And steale true teares so sweetly from all these ' t shall touch the soule and at one pierce and please Ches What will he doe The Ki. takes the Garland from the Queen and peruses the Motto of the Herse K. To Prety and Purity and Lillies mixt with Roses How well you have apparell'd woe this pendant To Piety and Purity directed Insinuates a chaste soule in a clean body Vertues white Virgin Chastities red Martyr Suffer me then with this well-suited wreath To make our griefs ingenious let all be dumb Whilst the King speaks her Epicedium Ches His very soul speaks sorrow Ox. And it becomes him sweetly K. Hail Maid and Marty loe on thy breast Devotions Alter chaste truths chest I offer as my guilt imposes Thy merrits Laurel Lillies and Roses Lillies intimating plaine Thy immaculate life stuck with no staine Roses red and sweet to tell How sweet red sacrifices smell Sets the Garland on her breast Hang round then as you walk about this Herse The songs of holy hearts sweet vertuous verse Fitz. Bring Persian silks to deck her Monument K. Arabian spices quick'ning by their sent Fitz. Numidian Marble to preserve her praise K. Corinthian Ivory her sweet shape to raise Fitz. And write in gold upon it in this brest Virtue sat Mistresse passion but a guest K. Virtue is sweet and since griefs bitter be Strew her with Roses and give Rue to me Ol. Bru. My noble Brother I have lost a Wife and Son You a sweet Daughter look on the Kings penitence His promise for the Kindomes peace perfer A publique benefit When it shall please Let heaven question him let us secure And quit the Land of Lewis Fitz. Do any thing Do all things that are honourable and the great King Make you a good King sir and when your soul Shall at any time reflect upon your follies Good King John weep weep very heartily It will become you sweetly at your eyes Your sin stole in there pay your sacrifie K. Back unto Dunmow Abby where wee 'l pay To sweet Matilda's memory and her sufferings A monthly obsequie which sweetned by The wealthy woes of a tear-troubl'd eye Shall by those sharp afflictions of my face Court Mercy and make Grief 〈…〉 Let my wil'd errors tell to time this truth Wh•l'st passion holds the Helm Reason and Honour Do suffer wrack but they saile safe and cleer Who constantly by Virtues Compasse steer Song 1. MAtilda Now goe take thy Bed In the darke dwellings of the dead 2. And rise in the great Waking-day Sweet as Incense fresh as May 1. Rest thou chaste soule fixt in thy proper spheare Amongst heauens faire Ones All are fair ones there Cho. Rest there chaste soul whilst we here troubl'd say Time gives us Griefs Death takes our joyes away Exeunt omnes
Pan. gives John the Chair Of my selfe Pandulph Legate for the Pope Observing the due payments specified Receive your Crown and Kingdoms and with them We here pronounce your absolute readmission Into the Church and from his holnesse We re-invest you with all Powers Prerogatives Freedomes Communities and in the strength of effecacy That constantly adhears to lawfull Princes And an obedient Son unto the Church Long life to John of England VVales and Ireland The lawfull King Florish Leis I am mad Fitz. So so now we must suffer The Kingdoms ancient Liberties Land lives And all to run the course that he shall steere Good heaven that I were dead what do I here weeps O Bru. But I 'le not asse-like bear my Countries wrongs Mine own at home and like a Court Camelion Give thanks unto mine injurer hear me King John K. You shall hear us sir first we have been clouded Six years but like the Sun in his Meridian We now again are glorious thus in briefe Leister we require strong pledge for your loyalty Bruce call your mad Son home from Hartford Your Wife and Sonne shall better speed at Guilford For Richmond in our re-assumed power We will proclaime him Traytor and Fitzwater Either give up Matilda for your faith or heare What we shall sentence Leis We must stand then What thunder you shall throw perform with us We kisse your royall hands O. Bru. If not we stand Rocks in our resoluton K. D' ee heare them now sir Fitz. Nay nay let him hear me too then Lord Legate Pandulph thus 't is And thus you may informe his holinesse In a field cal'd running-Mead ' twixt Staines and VVinsor After some bloody noses on both sides I tell truth I there the King and Barrons Met for discussion of conceiv'd wrongs And indeed not misconceiv'd our Houses Honours Our Fathers freedomes the Lands ancient Liberties Unjustly to encrease some private Cofers Felt daily Demunition there to Covenants drawn Bearing the name and sence of Magna Charta Which many hundred years may be seen hereafter King John subscrib'd we swore him fealty K. Which fealty they deny'd till our assoylment Of our six years Interdiction forcing us therefore To seal unlawfull liberties Leis Upon our honours They were but what Antiquity prov'd lawful Ox. Oh but my Lord Fitz. Tut tut Lord me no Lords He broak we powted I tell plain truth I Yet fell into no relapse of hostility But wot ye what he casts a covetous eye Upon my Daughter passionately pursues her There had been other pledges but our oathes else For heaven knows thtm he had and amongst the rest Matilda must be my pledge for well he deem'd They yielding their• shame would brand my denyall But catch craft when we put truth to triall Kings should have shining souls and white desires Enflam'd with zeale not parch'd by Paphian fires So shines the soul in which vertue doth shrowd Is a serene skie bespotted with no cloud But a Copper conscience whil'st the head wears Gold Is but a plain down-right untruth well told Come come I cannot fawn K. But in the passion Of a Dog sir you can snarl have you talk all your words Fitz. I have told truth I. K. Then we will fall to deeds Oxford command a Guard and presently Take them to 'th Tower we can now talk and do Away with them and muzzel those fierce Mastiffes That durst leap at the face of Majestie And strike their killing fangs into honours heart Are they not gone we shall be passionate In your delay O. Bru. Come Leister let us wear Our sufferings like Garland Leis Tempest nor death Could never ou• do Leister who dares dye Laughing at times poyson'd integrity Fitz Now by my troth 't was very nobly spoken Shall I turne tale no no no le ts go But how things will be carried ha are these teares Body of me they are Shall I go like a sheep With this pair of Lyons ha ha ha I do laugh now John and I 'le tell thee why Th' art yet in thy green May twenty seven summers Set in our Kalends but when forty Winters more Shall roun'd thy forehead with a field of snow And when thy comely veins shall cease to flow When those majestick eyes shall float in rhumes When giant Nature her own selfe consumes When thy swift Pulses shall but slowly pant When thou art all a Volum of my want That like a tale-sp•nt fire thou shalt s•nck Then John upon this lesson thou wilt think• He dyes a happy old man whose sweet youth Was a continued sacrifice to truth I must weep now indeed Ki. Away with them Exit Pan. Unto King John the favour of his holinesse With peace and happinesse Exit K. Which we return With all filiall obedience look up Oxford The day breaks and the Sun hath chaste the night Out of our Hemispheare Enter a Gentleman Ox. Your news sir Gen. Letters from the Queen sir K. Was the Earl Richmond there with any powers E're your departure K reads Gen. No may it please your Majestie we heard not of him But all on your part went fair and fortunate K. Oh Oxford now they have her flie back like lightning Tell him this day wee 'l meet them all at Barnet Exit Gent. Ox But her Father and her friends imprisonment May obdurate her hea•t they dare not sure On the great perill of a curse to fall Into a Relapse now you are absolute Faith 〈◊〉 trie smooth paths to your ends to release them I hold the winningst way to captivate Their duties and Matilda to your wishes K. Good do not kill me •oy before our going Instantly thou shalt flie with the Lords release We pine in our delayes oh Cupid swiftly Fly into Paphoes and from thy Mothers shrine Catch but a nimble wanton flame and cast it Into the busie Kingdome of my heart That it may teach my tongue the art of victory And every year unto thy well-spent Quiver I 'le add a shaft and call it Cupids love Dart Come Oxford I tread methinks on aire Untill I read that Volum of sweet grace The well writ story of Matild•'s face Ox. She yeelds at last my life on 't sir Exit Actus 3. Scoena 1. En•er Brand reading of a Letter WIll Brand these are to certifie That Fortune Mistresses of Changes with my unluckie stars hathrendred m• a prisoner to my most mortall Enemy young Bruce Bra. That mad Tamberlaine Let. My entreaty is none of the noblest but direct against my blood my desires and my deservings Bra. Oh that I had a leg of that young Bruce but minc'd and butter'd Let. I am credibly possest his Majestie hath into your custody comm•ited his Mother and her young Sonne George whereby you have occasion cast into your hand to parallel their sufferings with my fortunes not that I would have you banish humanity Bra. He need never have writ that Bawds and Serjeants have sav'd me the labour Let. Nor give to
it Enter Hubert K. Well I will think on'• and you will have done Hu. Now is the time my Lord If e're you would be fortunate in your desires Richmond young Bruce Matilda With the Earl of Chester prisoner •and a slight convoy But of some threescore Horse and two hundred Archer• Are now i' th valley crossing of the County 'T is thought for Essex K. Where are their main Forces Hub. Inscon'st in Hartford Castle our Forces yet Not so diminish'd or in rout for want Of their lost Generall but if you please We dare with hope assail them K. I will be Generall Order the Powers you have for present on-set Qu. My Lord you said you would consider K. I am considering bravely how to charge The Foe just in the face Matilda I am now thy Souldier Friend of my heart the King himselfe comes for thee Who shall in this dayes doings amply prove Honour takes fire from the flame of love Hu. Good fortune on our side sir Exeunt Manet Queen A Charge afar off Qu. Hear not that prayer Good heaven oh tempt not vertue to adorn A foul Cause with fair fortunes Hark hark they meet And now pell mell the angry Lords do list Unnaturall swords good heaven keep safe the King But let his Cause miscarry I will not stay To see him so pursue those wild desires Which cannot sure end well I 'le to the Lords So near at hand and with Matilda's Father Accommodate my griefs and let there be Her feares my tears the Kings infirmity Exit Enter King Oxford and Matilda K. Oxford sh•'s now the Kings Ma. Most miserable Maid K. Most excellent Matilda all are thy friends Imperious love fat on my l•ance just then When on the pan•ing brest of daring Richmond Who like a me•ancholly sullen Cloud Eclips'd thy Chariot thou didst see me print My re••lesse passion Oxford keep my happinesse Just with that care thou wouldst oreserve that pair Of pr•c ous things thine eye Chesters ingag'd Deep in the Cha•e and we must te•ch him off Pardon me honour that I plac•d love first My doings now are thine Exit Ox. Keep near the King Gentlemen His unbounded spirit may loose him el•e good Madam Do not lament so though your friends are •catter'd Y' are in a spheare of happinesse Mat. Oh that great power That many times out of this toy I hath taken me Deliver me again because again Vertue hath made me miserabl Ent. young Bruce Y. Bru. Oh that necessity Should force us unto flight base flight repugnant To man and honour Ha! nappy flight now That brought me this way Mat. Cozen Y. Bru. Oxford either give back That pure unspotted Dove from the killing Tallon Of the forgetfull King or thou or I Must never see him more • Ox. That to our fortunes I must not faile the King sir Y. Bru. I must not faile then Enter Richmond Fight Oxford falls To get her as I can sir Rich. We are scatter'd now Paste making head againe Y. Bru. But I have made shift to get my Cuz agen sir Rich. Let us not stay now to expostulate Necessity Directs us to our friends not a league distant If we not fly we are lost Ma. Good Cuz le ts flie T is no disgrace to obey necessity Y. Bru. Oh I could stamp and tear that hagge necessity Bitter necessity thou scourge of things That forces Lyons to wear Swallows wings Exe Manet Ox. to him enter King Chester others Ches You have plaid the Souldier sir K. The Souldier Chester I am so light with joy I could do any thing Ches Troth sir would it might please you then to grace Me with the President-ship of Picardy Falne in this last Rebellion from the Lord Bruce un•o your Crown K. T is thine as certaine As Matilda is the Kings Oh Chester now Matilda Is in the Kings power Ox. No sir she is in heavens Ches Who 's this Oxford le ts help to raise him up K. What saist thou man Matilda where is Matilda Ox. Young Bruce in his flight happening upon this way For her recovery gave me fierce assault I did stand for you sir as much as man could Till my mis-fortune found me then I fell To him came Richmond and with all speed possible They have carried her to 'th Lords on tother side the h•ath K. Oh villaine villaine• Suppose he had cut thy hear• strings hadst thou cast• Thy dying eye upon Matilda's face She would have shot another spirit into thee More daring then the first at least more fortunate Ches Let him be convey'd to'ch Town and drest Our best course is now to with-draw the Lords Are strong and may give us dangerous chase else K. What are our hopes Like Garlands •pon afflictions forehead worn Kist in the morning and at evening torne Exit A Table and Chaires set out Enter Fitzwater Old Bruce young Bruce Richmond and Leister O. Bru. The day is then the Kings Rich. White victory Clapt on her silver wings with a sullen face Took leave of us and pitched upon his Tent Where she sat smiling while necessity Enforced our flight Y. Bru. Oh that witch Necessity Fitz. Well well away with the witch T is well you brought Matilda off come come Sit to Council And brther Bruce you have a Wife and Sonne Unjustly detayn'd from you I am injur'd I pray set you our feet into the path Of our proceedings Y. Bru. Le ts with our powers Raze Winsor walls Fitz. Now you are i' th field straight Give old men leave you would raze what would you raze• Your reputation with your rash proceedings Come come hear your Father Y. Bru. Why let him speak them O. Bru. First let us take up our affronts in order And fix by ours the Generalls grievances The crying groans of England whose blubberd cheeks Are stiffe with tears to see their privildedges Daily impair'd Rich. What 's to be done Leis Let 's send to the French King Proffer him our assistance to trans-fer The Crown from John to him if at such a day He will put over a strong Navie Royall With an Army for the attempt with which our Forces Making one body both at at Sea and Land We bid fair for our freedoms Fitz. I do not like it Y. Eru S'foot you will like nothing Let us be ring'd and nooz'd O. Bru. Besides being assoil'd of his six years Interdiction Those that before fled from him as a Leaper Will now flock to him Rich. They begin already Although we seek with our own their good to censure And call hostility plain faction Leis This is my resolve I say there is no way To fix our freedomes but to call in Philip And make him King Exit Richmend Om. So think we all Fitz. I but I think not so Though y' are all wise for Philip he 'l be a gainer But what will you get by 't They run on Rocks and shelves Can can counsell others not secure themselves Y. Bru. We must and will
do something Fitz. You will send to Philip Instruct him to proceed it may be furnish His Navie with our Pilots he lands we proffer Change John for Philip oh can you think That we can undergo a heavier stroke From a Naturall then from a Forreigne yoak Go to go to who in no estate can rest They may change oft but seldome comes the best Ol. Bru. I am diverted Leis Which way would you steer then Fitz. By the same Compasse but not upon this parallel I do not like the line but this wee 'l do Wee 'l send for Lewis Philips Sonne the Dolphine And to him seemingly preter the proffer A Crown will fire him may be he shall land But with no more Force then we please and it may be He shall take a fisher Town for every Nation Can take away their trading as the time goes Our m•ine Force being ready we will hover 'Twixt John and Lewis if John deny an oath To redresse our griefes and become regular And Hostage for the keeping it we joyne With the French and fright him further If he consent We fall on his part then expulse Lewis And send him to the Seas again the Dolphine Is young and may be wrought on but old Philip Is dangerously politick with foot ashore Hee 'l brook no jugling both ease and safety We work on Willowes but when we strike at Oaks We sweat and sometimes hurt with our own strokes Om. It shall be thus effected Leis But let report divulge his Landing With more eminent danger then we will let him practise Fitz. For this time Ent. Queen Matilda Ladies Rise then See the Queen and Ladies Good Madam cast off sadnesse Matilda we are all here i' th City safe The very hearts o' th Citizens men injur'd In their priviledges as we are they are ours What should we fear then Enter Richmond Mat. You are all such friends I am poor in my well-meaning thankfuln̄esse Rich. A Barge with divers youthfull Citizens Apparell'd rich like Masquers is now land'd Upon the Stairs hearing the Queen was here •ithall this meeting of their noble friends Proffer their loves and duties to conclude And grace the evening with their Revels Fitz. In the Hall wee 'l meet them Did not I tell you These Citizens were noble lads our friends Waite on the Ladies Lords I am here your Graces servant By my troth I thank'em they will crown our feast And credite me having such a princely guest Exeunt Loud Musick Enter at one doore Fitzwater old Bruce young Bruce Leister Matilda and Ladies at the other doore the King Chester Oxford Masquers A Dance Fitz. Now by my troth they are gallants Citizens said you now I remember to Ye do go gallant in your Shops no wonder then If in Masques you cut it I remember Gentlemen Your Fathers wore a king of comely habite Comely because it wel became the reverend name of Citizens But now let a Knight walk with you in your shops And I commend you for 't ye keep the fashion We know not which is which how my tongue ranges And night grows old mad times must have mad changes Come come a Hall a hall The Masquers take the Ladies and fall to the Dance Qu. Beleeve me you have done well Y. Bru. Pox a' these Cats guts how they squeak Methinks a rattling sheep-skin lustily boxt Would thunder brave amongst them One of the Torch bearers takes Matilda Mat. I can dance no more indeed sir Fitz. I am deceiv'd if that fellow did not carry A Torch e'n now Will you shame the Gentleman Dance when I bid you Mat. Oh me that graspe was like the Kings O. Bru. Dance Cuz Fitz. In good deed dance Or you will make me angry The K. pulls her violently Body of me that 's too much for a Torch-bearer You sir Jack sir Jack she is no whit-leather She will not stretch I assure you if you come hither For love so ' tis K. For love Eitz But if you and your Company Put on forgetfull rudenesse pray take your Cupid yonder Your thing of feathers and your Barge stands ready To bear ye all aboard the ship of Fools I am plain Robin passion of me Look if he do not threaten me I will see thee Wert thou King John himselfe Pulls off his Vizard Om. The King Mat. Oh which way shall I flie Qu. I would not leave so sweet a chaste companion Exeunt Qu. Mat. Rich and Ladies In the bussle Fitzwater drops one of his Gloves Hubert takes it up and goes after the Ladies Hub. What 's this one of her Fathers Gloves This shall be drawn upon the luckie hand of a thriving plot K. Behold thy King thine Bruce one of the Fathers Of these retir'd factions Richmond the King And thine •ough Leister is this still your nest Wherein to hatch another Scorpions Egge To sting the afflicted bosome of your Country To bruise her sides with the earth-wounding hoofes Of War-apparell'd Horses whose dreadful neighings May fright her pale face to a bloody blush And again make her groane Fitz. Your pardon sir By my good Sword I knew ye not Ches No if you had Your dangerous Brother Bruce and you had laid Some plot for his sacred person then pleaded ignorance That ye took him as he seem'd a sawcy stranger Y. Bru. Chester Thou art not noble in thy c•nsure And fawn'st thy selfe into the abus'd favour Of the to-credulous King Ches Oh temptation what a Devill art thou Now by my blood young man you court my spleen In a vain glorious shape Chester fawne Just heaven forbid it Y. Bru. An Axe upon your neck che just heavens give you• And that in heaven were justice Ol. Bru. Sonne y' are too full of choller Y. Bru. Choller Halter Fitz. By the masse that 's neer the choller K. Upon your lives no more the King is here Fitzwater I did not come to quarrell with thee I would have such a good man ever neer me And for a florish to the rest of whom As of old Bruce we have we will require strict pledges and Fitzwater let thy Daughter live at Court she shall be kept I' th custody of the Queen but as no pledge Fitz. The Queen is gracioue K. Come to their ruines leave these turbulent Lords Fitz. But suppose the Queen should ride abroad to hunt And leave Matilda solitary at home I think the King would come and comfort her Ki. I am of thy mind I think he would Fitz. Would he so I would have no one hear Takes the K. aside K. They cannot man Fitz. Pray tell the King I le keep my Girle at home And comfort her my selfe K. You will Fitz. John John now I speak out You made your Masque for this a Masque indeed And we-aday that it should prove a Cover For such a night of Tempests such wilde affections Such an ill-favour'd night Enter Hubert K. Hubert is' t done Hub. Past expectation I have better'd your plot And got the
Queene too And will bring them early in the morning to 'th Court K. Have the Torch-bearers given fire to the plot Hub. They mixt with oppertunity Enter Richmond Fitz. I do not like this whispering Where are the Ladies and Matilda Rich. The Ladies are at the further side the Castle But by a Glove you sent by a Gentleman That said he serv'd Earle Leister that with him She and the Queene should flie for safety whither You had directed him glad of any scare They took a Barge another leapt in after them But whom he was I know not Exit Ol. Bru. Sent you a Glove Fitz. A Glove indeed I misse but I sent none Leis This is a Riddle K. I will play Oedipus and expound it for you As Hubert has infus'd you drop'd your Glove Ingenius Hubert found it and though we Had directed otherwise he employ'd a Gentleman Of our own Chamber one unknown to Matilda To bring it as your close intellige ce For her flight with him he that leapt into ' th Barge As they put of was Oxford now we have her Never again to lose her Leis By my vext blood King John this is not honourable Enter Richmond Rich. We are betray'd All that bore Torches in the Masque to night Were of the Guard who upon a receiv'd watch-word Fell to their Arms beat down all oppos'd them And are shaping their course this way Y. Bru. Le ts meet 'em We have an injur'd patience came death in whirle-winds I le be the first shall front him to thy prayers John Pray heartily that thy friends fatall points May pierce these hearts for if they misse ' t shall prove The bloodi st beauty story ever told To fright the Readers souls a purple cloud Shall shaddow England the whole Land shall •ele The Center gr•a•s thy very Crown shall stand Trembling upon thy Temples till it fall A Mourner at thy fames black funerall Exit Fitz. Oh noble Nephew Exeunt Barrons K. Ha ha ha let 'em rave on Ingenious Hubert• That couldst so swifty apprehend a smooth Path to 'th possession of Matilda Quit Oxford from her charge unto thy care The King commends the Mistresse of his heart I' th morning let me see her Hu. She shall waite upon you sir Ches The Barrons threaten high sir K. Let them burst Come Gentlemen to 'th Barge and so to 'th Court To clip our wishes perills appear sport Exeunt Actus 4. Scoena 1. Enter Brand Bran. I Wonder how my pair of Prisoners fadge I am something dogged too a to'ther side That thus long have not seen them nor have they eate• I am sure since they came in in yon Madams eye I am as ugly as a Toad I will see her And contemn her you and your brat come out Ent. Lady and Boy Here 's meat I am sure you are hungry Boy O Mother will you be sick now Mr. Boand hath brought us meat La. Oh on my knee sir I thank you not for my want for I feel Nature almost quite vanquish'd but for my Sonne He may live long to thank you Boy Give but my Mother A little piece of bread and if I live as yet I may do if you can be mercifull I will tell my Father such good things of you He shall return your kindnesse treble back To your honest bosome Oh Mother for some bread Era Some bread Why to have an honest bosome as the world goes Is the next way to want bread i• faith tell me How have you past the time you wanted Victu••l• Lady Very hardly And still the poor Boy sighin• would say Mother You look very hungry I did think straight how ha•d Your heart was then we both did fall a weeping Cling'd our lean armes about each others neck And sat a pair of mou•ers Bra. Delicate pastime Toads love no other Look yee here is bread Boy Oh if you be a good man give me but a bit To give my Mother poor soul look how she looks Indeed she 's very hungry Bra. Yes so is my Dogge Puts it up again I must keep this for his breakfast La. Give but my boy one bi• And the Saints sure will look how good you are They will be glad to see you charitable And call it excellent compassion Bra. No cunning from a Toad 't will p•yson him Boy It will not sir indeed I am so hungry I could eat Rats or Mice Bra. Your to'ther hair braine Your wilde mad Sonne retaines my Lord a Prisoner Uses him basely and you must suffer for 't Lady Give me but Paper Pen and Inck I 'le wrile And charge him to fall down and li•k the dust Thy Lord shall set his foot on I will conjure him And woe away his wildnesse by the groars I su•fer'd for him I 'le threaten his denyall With a Mothers family-consounding curse This I will do or any thing that may But purchase my poor Boy one bit of bread Bra. No La. O harder then the Rocks more mercilesse Then the wilde evening Woolf falls Boy Mother do not die For heavens sake helpe my Mother look up And ye shall see me dance and then the Gentleman Will sure bestow a piece of bread upon us La. Look here thou Iron-hearted man upon A palre of piercing miseries Bra. A Scoene of mirth I am all hard the heat of lust which stood To clip revenge we stem a stream of blood Exit Boy How do ye Mother La. How doth my Boy Boy Very sick indeed but I warrant you are more hungry Then I a great deale are you not La. Oh no Thou art weake and famine plaies the Tyrant with thee Look here my boy bite on thy Mothers arme The blood will nourish thee Boy Will your blood nourish me La. Yes yes I pre•hee try Boy Why should not mine then nourish you 't is the same Good Mother eat my arme bite but a bite Truly I shall hurt you if I bite yours I warrant you 'l be better presently La. I shall my Sonne and so shalt thou come neere me Let us go hand in hand to Heaven Boy Oh mother something pinch'd my very heart And I shall die my dear dear mother D•es Lady Art thou gone my Sonne My soule shall overtake thee oh friendly death That gav'st that gripe sure when thou kill'st the guilty Frowns curle thy angry forehead but when thou steal'st Towards innocence their pale fears to beguile Enter Brand reading a Letter Thou deck'st thy lean face with a lovely smile Dyes Bra. My Lord recover'd by the valiant King In all his battels he is fortunate And now tdey shall have meate ha meat said I I have made them worms meat Oh what a talking is within me if I stay The building sure will crush me I 'le ha• to'•h Court My Lord here intimates the Kings observance of me I must hence oh gnilt thou draw'st deaths image horrid When we begin to like our ills how sweet a face hath sin Which but past by a cheater she appears