in death Bereaues her sence and memorie at once So that shee spoke shee knew nor how nor what King Sir fir fain would your highnes hide your faults By cunning vowes and glosing tearmes of Arte And well thou maist delude these listning eares Yet neuer asswage by proofe this iealous heart Traitor thy head shal raunsome my disgrace Daughter of darkenes whose accursed bowre The Poet fained to liue vppon Auernus Whereas Cimerians darkenes checks the Sun Dauids iealousie afflict me not so sore Faire Queene Elinor could neuer be so false I but shee vowed these treasons at her death A time not fitte to fashion monstrous lies Ah my vngratefull brother as thou art Could not my loue naie more could not the law Naie further could not nature thee allure For to refraine from this incestuous sinne Hast from my sight call Ione of Acon here Exit Edmund The luke-warme spring distilling from his eies His othes his vowes his reasons rested with remorce From forth his breast impoisoned with suspect Faine would I deeme that false I finde too true Enter Ione of Acone I come to know what Englands King commands I wonder why your Highnes greetes me thus With strange regarde and vnacquainted tearmes Ki. Ah Ione this wonder needes must wound thy brest For it hath well nigh slaine my wretched heart Ione What is the Queen my soueraigne mother dead Woes in vnhappie Ladie we begonne King The Queene is dead yet Ione lament not thou Poore soule guiltles art thou of this deceite That hath more cause to curse then to complaine Ione My dreadful soule assailed with dolefull speach Ioynes me to bow my knees vnto the ground Beseeding your most roiall Maiestie To rid your woefull daughter of suspect King I daughter Ione poore soule thou art deceaued The King of England is no scorned Priest Ione Was not the Ladie Elinor your spouse And am not I the ofspring of your loins King I but when Ladies liste to runne astraie The poore supposed father weares the horne And pleating leaue their Liege in Princes laps Jone thou art daughter to a leacherous Frier A Frier was thy father haplesse Ione Thy mother in profession vowes no lesse And I vilde wretch which sorrowed hard no lesse Ione What am I then a Friers base borne brat Presumptuous wretch why preasse I fore my king How can I looke my husband in the face Why should I liue since my renowne is lost Awaie thou want on weede hence worlds delight Shee fals groueling on the ground Porcrine abbasia come vintoet flianco Defluer chain boceail fren glisproni alfianco King O sommo Dio come i guâ—dneo humans Spesse offuscan son danu membo oscunro Haplesse and wretched lift vp thy heauie head Nurse not so much as this vnhappie chance Vnconstant Fortune still will haue her course Ione My King my King let Fortune haue her course Flie thou my soule and take a better corse Aies me from roiall state I now am faine You purple springs that wander in my vaines And whilom wants to feede my heauie heart Now all at once make hast and pittie me And stop your powers and change your natiue course Disolue to aire your luke-warme blouddie streames And cease to be that I maie be no more Your curled lockes draw from this cursed head A base her pompe for Ione is baselie borne Ah Gloster thou poore Gloster hast the wrong Shee sodainly dies at the Queenes beds feete Die wretch hate death for Ione hath liued too long King Reuiue thee haples Ladie greeue not thus In vaine speake I for shee reuiues no more Poore haplesse soule thy owne espected mones Hath wrought her soddaine and vntimelie death Enter Edmund Gloster running with Ladies and conuaies Ione of Acon awaie Lords Ladies hast ah Gloster art thou come Then must I now present a Tragedie Thy Ione is dead yet grieue thou not her fall Shee was too base a spouse for such a Prince Gloster Conspire you then with Heauens to work my harmes O sweete asswagers of our martiall misse Desired death depriue me of my life That I in death maie end my life and loue King Gloster thy King is partner of thy heauines Although nor tongue nor eies bewraie his meane For I haue lost a flowre as faire as thine A loue more deare For Elinor is dead But since the heauen lie ordinance decrees That all thinges change in their prefixed time Be thou content and beare it in thy breast Thy swelling griefe as needes I must mine Thy Ione of Acon and my Queene deceast Shall haue that Honor as beseemes their state You peeres of England see in roiall pompe These breathles bodies be entombed straight With tried colours couered all with blacke Let Spanish steedes as swift as fleeting winde Conuaie these Princes to their funerall Before them let a hundred mourners ride In euerie time of their enforste aboade Reare vp a crosse in token of their worke Whereon faire Elinors picture shall be plaste Arriued at London neare our Pallas bounds Interre my louelie Elinor late deceast And in remembraunce of her roialtie Erect a rich and statelie carued Crosse Whereon her stature shall with glorie shine And hence forth see you call it Charing crosse For why the chancest and the choisest Queene That euer did delight my roiall eies Their dwell in darkenes whilst I die in griefe But soft what tidings with these Purciuants Enter Messenger approch from Mortimor Messenger Sir Roger Mortimor with all Sussex as earste your Grace by message did commaund is here at hande in purpose to present your Highnes with his signes of victorie and trothles Balioll their accursed King with fire and sword doth threat Northumberland King How one affliction cals another ouer First death torments me then I feele disgrace Againe Lluellen he rebels in VVales And false Balioll meanes to braue me to But I will finde prouision for them all My constancie shall conquer death and shame And Mortimor t is thou must hast to wales And rouse that Rebel from his starting holes And rid thy King of his contentions foe VVhilst I with Elinor Gloster and the rest With speedie iourney gather vp our force And beat these brauing Scots from out our bounds Courage braue Souldiers fates hath done their worst Now Vertue let me triumphe in thine aide Exite Edward Gloster solus Gloster Now Ione of Acon let me mourne thy fal Sole here alone now set thee downe and sigh Sigh haples Gloster for thy sodaine losse Pale death alas hath bannished all thy pride Thy wedlocke vowes how ought haue I beheld Enter Mortimor with the head Thy eies thy lookes thy lippes and euerie part How nature store in them to shew their Art In shine in shape in colour and compare But now hath death the enemie of loue Staind and deformed the shine the shape the reede With pale and dimnes and my loue is dead Ah dead my loue vile wretch whi cam I liuing So willeth fates and I must be contented All pompe in time must fade and grow to nothing VVept I like Niobe yet it profits nothing Then cease my sighs since I maie not regaine her And woe to wretched death that this hath slaine her Exit Gloster Yours By George Peele Maister of Artes in Oxenford Finis
Queene That hath inricht me with a goodly boye King Edward Edmund and Gloster goes into the the Queenes Chamber the Queenes Tent opens shee is discouered in her bed attended by Mary Dutches of Lancaster Ione of Acon her daughter the Queen dandles his young sonne Longsh Ladies by your leaue how doth my Nell mine owne my loue my life my heart my deare my doue my Queene my wife Eli. Ned art thou come sweet Ned welcome my ioy Thy Nell presents thee with a louely boy Kisse him and christen him after thine owne name Hey ho whom doe I see my lord of Lancaster welcome hartely Lancaster I thanke your grace sweet Nell wel mette withall Q. Eli. Brother Emund hers a kinsman of yours you must neede be acquainted Edmund A goodly boy God blesse him giue mee your hand Sir you are welcome into Wales Qu. Eli. Brother ther 's a fist I warrant you wil holde Mace as fast as euer did father or grandfather before him Longsh. But tel in now lapt in Lillie bands How with my Queen my louely boye it stands After thy iourney and these child bed paines Qu. Eli. Sicke mine owne Ned thy Nell for thy companie That lured her with thy lies all so farre To follow thee vnweldie in thy warre But I forgiue thee Ned my lims delight So thy young sonne thou see be brauelie dight And in Carnaruan christened roiallie Sweet loue let him be lapt most curiouslie He is thine owne as true as he is thine Take order then that he be passing fine Longsh My louelie Ladie let that care be lesse For my young sonne the countrey wil I feast And haue him borne as brauely to the funt As euer yet Kings sonne to Christning went Lacke thou no precious thing to comfort thee De reare then Englands Diadem vnto me Qu. Eli. Thankes gentle Lord nurse rocke the Cradle fie The King so neare and here the boie to crie Ione take him vp and sing a Lullabie Longsh. T is wel beleeue me wench godamercie Ione Edmund Shee learnes my Lord to lull a young one of her owne Qu. Eli. Giue me some drinke Longsh. Drinke Nectar my sweete Nell Worthy for seat in heauen with Ioue to dwell Eli. Gramercis Ned now wel remembred yet I haue a suite sweete lord but you must not denie it Whereas my Lord of Gloster good Clare mine host my guide Good Ned let Ione of Acon be his bride Assure your selfe that they are throughly wooed Longsh. God send the King be taken in the mood Then Neece t is like that you shall haue a husband Come hither Gloster hold giue her thy hand Take her sole daughter to the Queene of England Longsh. giues her to Gloster For newes hee brought Nell of my young sonne I promist him as much as I haue done Gloster and Ione hand in hand We humbly thanke your maiestie Edmund Much ioy may them betide A gallant bridegrome and a princely bride Longsh. Now say sweete Queene what doth my Lady craue Tell me what name shal this young Welshman haue Borne Prince of wales by Cambrias full consent Eli. Edward the name that doth me wel content Longsh. Then Edward of Carnaruan shal he be And Prince of Wales christned in roialtie D. Edmund My Lord I thinke the Queene woulde take a nappe Ione Nurse take the childe and hold in your lappe Longsh. Farewell good Ione be careful of my Queen Sleepe Nell the fairest Swan mine eies haue seene They close the Tent D. Edmund I had forgot-to aske your Maiesty How doe you with the Abbies here in Wales Longsh. As kings with rebels Mun our right preuails We haue good Robin Hood and little Iohn The Frier and the good Maid marrian Why our Lluellen is a mightie man Gloster Trust me my Lord me thinks t were very good That some good fellowes went and scourd the wood And take in hand to cudgell Robin Hood I thinke the Frier for all his lusty lookes Nor Robin rule with their gleames and hookes But would be quickely driuen to the nookes Dauid I can assure your highnes what I knowe The false Lluellen will not runne nor goe Or giue an inche of ground come man for man Nor that proude rebel called little Iohn To him that welds the massiest sword of England Gloster Welshman how wilt thou that we vnderstand But for Lluellen Dauid I denie England hath men will make Lluellen flie Maugre his beard and hide him in a hole VVearie of Englands dints and manly dole D. Edm. Gloster grow not so hot in Englands right That paints his honor out in euerie sight Long. By Gis faire Lords ere many daies be past England shall giue this Robin Hood his breakfast Dauid be secrete friend to that I saie And if I vse thy skill thou knowest the waie VVhere this proude Robin and his yeomen rome Dauid I do my Lord and blindfold thither can I run Longsh. Dauid enough as I am a Gentleman I le haue one merrie flirt with little Iohn And Robin Hood and his Maide marrian Be thou my counsell and my companie And thou maist Enlands resolution see Enter Sussex before the foure Barons of Wales Sussex May it please your maiestie here are 4. good Squires of the Cantréds where they do dwell come in the name of the whole countrey to gratulate vnto your highnes all your good fortunes and by me offer their most humble seruice to your young sonne their Prince whom they most heartely beseech God to blesse with long life and honor Longsh. Wel said Sussex I pray bid them come teare Sir Dan trust me this is kindly don of your cuntrey me Dauid Villains Traitors to the ancient glory and renowne of Cambria Morris Vaghan art thou there and thou proude Lord of Anglesee They kneele downe Enter Sussex with the foure Barrons of Wales with the Mantle of frise Mantle Barrons The poore countrey of Cambria by vs vnworthie messengers gratulats to your maiesty the birth of your young sonne Prince of Wales and in this poore prest express their most zealous duetie and affection which with all humblenes we present to your highnes sweete and sacred hands Longsh Gramercis Barons for your giftes and good wils by this means my boie shal weare a Mantle of cuntries weauing to keepe him warm and liue for Englands honor and Cambrias good I shall not neede I trust curteously to inuite you I doubt not Lords but you wil be all in readines to waite on your young Prince and doe him honor at his christning Sussex The whole countrey of Cambria round about all wel horst and attended on both men and women in their best array are come downe to doe seruice of loue and honour to our late born Prince your Maiesties son and honnie the men and women of Sowdone especially haue sent in great abundance of cattle corn enough by computacion for your highnes housheld a whole month and more Long. We thank them all and wil present our Q with
THE Famous Chronicle of king Edward the first sirnamed Edward Longshankes with his returne from the holy land ALSO THE LIFE OF LLEVELLEN rebell in Wales Lastly the sinking of Queene Elinor who sunck at Charingcrosse and rose againe at Pottershith now named Queenehith LONDON Printed by Abell Ieffes and are to be solde by William Barley at his shop in Gratious streete 1593 THE Famous Chronicle historie of King Edwarde the first sirnamed Edwarde Longshankes with the sincking of Queene Elinor at Charingcrosse and her rising againe at Potters hith otherwise called Queene hith Enter Gilbart de Clare Earle of Glocester with the Earle of Sussex Mortimer the Earle of March Dauid Lluellens brother waiting on Helinor the Queene mother The Queene Mother MY L. lieutenant of Glocester and L. Mortimor To do you honor in your Soueraignes eyes That as we heare is newly come aland From Palestine with all his men of warre The poore remainer of the royall Fleete Preseru'd by miracle in Sicill Roade Go mount your Coursers meete him on the way Pray him to spur his Steede minutes and houres Vntill his mother see hir princely sonne Shining in glory of his safe returne Exeunt Lords Manet Queene Mother Illustrious England auncient feat of kings Whose chiualrie hath roiallizd thy fame That sounding brauely through terrestiall vaile Proclaiming conquests spoiles and victories Rings glorious Ecchoes through the farthest worlde What warlike nation traind in feates of armes What barbarous people stubborne or vntaimd What climate vnder the Meridian signes Or frozen Zone vnder his brumall stage Erst haue not quaked and trembled at the name Of Britaine and hir mightie Conquerour Her neighbor realmes as Scotland Denmarke France Aude with their deedes and iealious of her armes Haue begd defensiue and offensiue leagues Thus Europe riche and mightie in her kinges Hath feard braue England dreadfull in her kings And now to eternize Albions Champions Equiualent with Troians auncient fame Comes louely Edward from Ierusalem Veering before the winde plowing the sea His stretched sailes fild with the breath of men That through the world admires his manlines And loe at last ariued in Douer roade Long shanke your king your glory and our sonne With troopes of conquering Lords and warlike knights Like bloudy crested Mars orelookes his hoste Higher then all his armie by the head Martching along as bright as Phoebus eyes And we his mother shall beholde our sonne And Englands Peeres shall see their Soueraigne The Trumpets sound and enter the traine viz. his maimed Souldiers with headpeeces and Garlands on them euery man with his red Crosse on his coate the Ancient borne in a Chaire his Garland and his plumes on his headpeece his Ensigne in his hand Enter after them Glocester and Mortimer bareheaded others as many as may be Then Longshanks and his wife Elinor Edmund Couchback and Ione and Signior Moumfort the Earle of Leicesters prisoner with Sailers and Souldiers and Charles de Moumfort his brother Q. Mother Glocester Edward O my sweete sonnes And then she fals and sounds Longsh. Helpe Ladies O ingratefull desteny To welcome Edward with this tragedie Glocest. Pacient your highnes t is but mothers loue Receiu'd with sight of her thrice valiant sonnes Madam amaze not see his Maiestie Returnd with glory from the holy land Moth. Braue sons the worthy Champions of our God The honourable souldiers of the highest Beare with your mother whose aboundant loue With teares of ioyes salutes your sweete returne From famous iourneys hard and fortunate But lordes alas how heauie is our losse Since your departure to these Christian warres The king your Father and the prince your sonne And your braue Vnckle Almaines Emperour Aye me are dead Longsh. Take comfort madam leaue these sad laments Deare was my vnckle dearer was my sonne And ten times dearer was my noble father Yet were their liues valewd at thousand worlds They cannot scape the arrest of dreadfull death Death that dooth seaze and sommon all alike Then leauing them to heauenly blessednes To ioyne in thrones of glory with the iust I doo salute your royall Maiestie My gratious mother Queene and you my lordes Gilbart de Clare Sussex and Mortimer And all the princely states of Englands peeres With health and honor to your harts content And welcome wished England on whose ground These feete so often haue desird to tread Welcome sweete Queene my fellow Traueller Welcome sweete Nell my fellow mate in armes Whose eyes haue seene the slaughtered Sarazens Pil'de in the ditches of Ierusalem And lastly welcome manly followers That beares the scars of honor and of armes And on your war drums carry crownes as kings Crowne Murall Nauall and triumphant all At view of whom the Turkes haue trembling fled And Sarazens like sheepe before the walles Haue made their cottages in walled townes But Bulwarkes had no fence to beate you back Lords these and they will enter brasen gates And teare downe lime and Morter with their nailes Imbrace them Barons these haue got the name Of English Gentlemen and knights at armes Not one of these but in the Champaine field Hath wonne his crowne his collar and his spurs Not Caesare loading through the streetes of Rome The captiue kings of conquered nations Was in his princely triumphes honoured more Then English Edward in this martiall sight Countrimen your lims are lost in seruice of the Lord Which is your glory and your Countries fame For lims you shalt haue liuing lordships lands And be my counsellors in warres affaires Souldiers sit downe Nell sit thee by my side These be prince Edwards pompious treasurie The Queene Mother being set on the one side and Queene Elinor on the other the king sitteth in the middest mounted highest and at his feete the Ensigne vnderneath him O glorious Capitoll beautious Senate house Triumphant Edward how like sturdie Oakes Do these thy Souldiers circle thee about To shield and shelter thee from winters stormes Display thy crosse old Aimes of the Vies Dub on your Drums tand with Indiaes sunne My lustie westerne lads Matreueirs thou Sound prowdly here a perfect point of warre In honour of thy Souereignes safe returne Thus Long shanks bids his Souldiers Bien veneu Vse Drummes Trumpets and Ensignes and then speake Edward Edw. O God my God the brightnes of my daye How oft hast thou preseru'd thy seruant safe By sea and land yea in the gates of death O God to thee how highly am I bound For setting me with these on English ground One of my mansion houses will I giue To be a colledge for my maimed men Where euery one shall haue an hundred markes Of yearely pention to his maintenance A Souldier that for Christ and countrie sightes Shall want no liuing whilst king Edward liues Lords you that loue me now be liberall And giue your larges to these maimed men Q. Mot. Towards this erection doth thy mother giue Out of her dowrie fiue thousand pounds of gold To finde them Surgeons to
The trumpets sound Queene Elinor or in her litter borne by foure Negro Mores Ione of Acton with her attended on by the Earle of Glocester and her foure footemen one hauing set a ladder to the side de of the litter she descended and her daughter followeth Qu. Eli. Giue me my pantables Fie this hot wether how it makes me sweate Hey ho my heart ah I am passing faint Giue me my fanne that I may coole my face Hold take my maske but see you romple not This wind and dust see how it smolders me Some drinke good Gloster or I die for drinke Ah Ned thou hast forgot thy Nell I see That shee is thus inforst to follow thee maiesty Gloster This aires distemperature and please your Noisome through mountains vapors send thick mist Vnpleasant needes must be to you and your company That neuer was wont to take the aire Til Flora haue perfumde the earth with sweetes With lillies roses mints and Eglantine Qu. Eli. I tel thee the ground is al to base For Elinor to honor with her steps Whose footepace when shee progrest in the streete Of Aecon and the faire Ierusalem VVas nought but costly Arras points Faire I land tapestrie and Azured silke My milke white steed treading on cloth of ray And trampling proudly vnder the feete Choise of our English wollen drapery This climat or clowring with blacke congealed clouds That takes their swelling from the marrish soile Fraught with infectious frogges and ruistie dampes Is farre vnworthy to be once embalmd With redolence of this refreshing breath That sweetens where it lights as doe the flames And holy fires of Vestaes sacrifice spring Ione VVhose pleasant fields new planted with the Make Thamesis to mount aboue the bankes And like a wanton walloing vp and downe On Floras beds and Napees siluer downe Glo. And wales for me Madame while you are here No Climate good vnlesse your grace be nere Would wales had ought could please you halfe so well Or any precious thing in Glosters gift Whereof your ladiship would chalenge me Ione Well saide my lord t is as my mother saies You men haue learnd to woe a thousande waies Gloster O madame had I learned against my neede Of all those waies to woo one way to speede My cunning then had beene my fortunes guide Q. Eli. Faith Ione I thinke thou must be Glosters bride Good Earle how neare he steps vnto her side So soone this eie these younglings had espide I le tel thee girle when I was faire and young I found such honny in sweete Edwards tongue As I could neuer spend one idle walke But Ned and I would peece it out with talke So you my Lord when you haue got your Ione No matter let Queene mother be alone Old Nell is mother now and grandmother may The greenest grasse doth droupe and turn to hay Woo one kinde Clarke good Gloster loue thy Ione Her heart is thine her eies is not her owne Gl This comfort Madam that your grace doth giue Binds me in double duety whilst I liue Would God King Edward see and say no lesse Qu. Eli. Gloster I warrant thee vppon my life My King vouchsafs his daughter for thy wife Sweet Ned hath not forgot since he did woo The gal of loue and al that longs thereto Glost. Why was your grace so coie to one so kinde Qu. Eli Kinde Gloster so me thinks in deede It seemes he loues his wife no more then needs That sends for vs in al the speedy hast Knowing his Queene to be so great with childe And make me leaue my princely pleasant seates To come into his ruder part of wales Gl. His highnes hath some secrete reason why He wisheth you to moue frō Englands pleasant courts The VVelshmen haue of long time suters beene That when the warre of rebels sorts an end None might be prince and ruler ouer them But such a one as was their countriman VVhich sure I thinke his grace hath graunted them Qu. Eli. So then it is king Edwards Pollicie To haue his sonne for sooth sonne if it be A VVelshman well welshman it liketh me And heere he comes Enter Edward Longshankes and his lords to the Queene and her footmen Longsh. Nell welcome into VVales How fares my Elinor Qu. Eli. Neare worse beshrow their harts t is long on Long. Harts sweet Nell shrow no harts VVhere such sweete saints doe dwell He holds her handfast Qu. Eli. Nay then I see I haue my dreame I pray let go You will not will you whether I will or no You are disposed to mooue me Longsh. Say any thing but so Once Nell thou gauest me this Qu Eli. I pray let go yee are disposed I thinke Long I madame verie well Qu. El. Let go and be naught I say Longsh VVhat ailes my Nell Qu Eli. Aie me what sodaine fits is this I prooue What griefe what pine lung paine like youngmens loue That makes me madding tun thus too and froe Longsh. VVhat mallencollie Nell Qu Eli. My lord pray let me go Giue me sweetwater why how whote it is Glost. These be the fits trouble mens wits Long. Ione aske thy beautious Mistres how she dooth Ione How fares your maiestie Qu. Eli. Ione agreeu'd at the hart and angered worse Because I came not right in I thinke the King comes purposely to spite me My finger itche till I haue had my will Proud Edward call in thy Elinor be still It will not be nor rest I any where Till I haue set it soundly on his eare Ione Is that the matter then let me alone Qu. Elin. Fie how I fret with greefe Long. Come hither Ione knowest thou what ailes my Queene Ione Not I my lord shee longs I thinke to giue your grace a boxe on theare Long. Nay wench if that be as wee le eare it wel What all a mort how doth my dainty Nell Looke vp sweete loue vnkind not kisse me once That may not be Qu. Eli. My lord I thinke you doe it for the nonce Long. Sweet heart one kisse Qu. Eli. For Gods sake let me go Long. Sweet heart a kisse Qu Eli. What whether I will or no you will not leaue let be I say Long. I must be better chidde Qu. Eli No wil take that then lusty lord Sir leaue when you are bidde Long. Why so this chare is charde Gloster A good one by the roode Qu. Eli. No force no harme Long. No harme that doth my Elinor any good Learne lords gainst you be maried men to bow to womens yoke And sturdy though you be you may not stur for euery stroke Now my sweet Nell how doth my Queene Qu. Eli. Shee vaunts that mighty England hath felt her fist Taken a blow basely at Elinors hand And vaunt shee may good leaue being curst and coy Lacke nothing Nell whilst thou hast brought thy lorde a louely boie Veniacion I am sicke good Katherina I pray thee beat hand Kath. Spain This sickenes I hope wil bring King
these curtesies and presents bestowed on her yong Son and greatly account you for our frends Exite 4 Barons The Queens Tent opens the King his brother the Earle of Gloster enter Elinor VVho talketh there Longsh. A friend Madam Ione Madam it is the King Elinor VVelcome my Lord hey ho what haue wee there Longsh. Madam the countrey in all kindnes and duty recommend their seruice and good will to your sonne and in token of their pure good will presents him by vs with a mantle of frize richlie lined to keepe him warm Q. Elinor A mantle of frize fie fie for Gods sake let me here no more of it and if you loue me fie my lorde is this the wisedome and kindnes of the countrey now I commend me to them all and if VVales haue no more witte or manners then to cloath a Kings sonne in frize I haue a mantle in store for my boie that shall I trowe make him shine like the sonne and presume the streetes where he comes Longsh. In good time Madam he is your own lappe him as you list but I promise thee Nell I would not for tenne thousand pounds the countrey should take vnkindnes at thy wordes Q. Elinor T is no maruaile sure you haue beene roially receaued at their handes no Ned but that thy Nell doth want of her will her boie should glister like the Sommers Sunne in robes as rich as Ioue when hee triumphes His pappe should be of precious Nectar made His food Ambrosia no earthlie womans milke Sweete fires of Sinamon to open him by The Graces on his craddle should attend Venus should make his bed and waite on him And Phebus daughter sing him still a sleepe Thus would I haue my boie vsed as deuine Because he is king Edwardes sonne and mine And doe you meane to make him vp in frize For God sake laie it vp charilie and perfume it against winter it will make him a goodly warme Christemas coate Longsh. Ah Mun my brother dearer then my life How this proude honor slaies my heart with griefe Sweete Queene how much I pittie the effects This Spanish pride grees not with Englands prince Milde is the mind where honor builds his bowre And yet is earthlie honor but a flowre Fast to those lookes are all my fancies tide Pleasde with thy sweetnes angry with thy pride Qu. Eli. Fie fie me thinkes I am not where I shoulde bee Or at the least I am not where I would be Longsh. VVat wants my Queene to perfecte her content But aske and haue the King will not repent Qu. Eli. Thankes gentle Edward lordes haue at you then Haue at you all long bearded Englishmen Haue at you lords and ladies when I craue To giue your English pride a Spanish braue Longsh. VVhat meanes my Queene Gloster this is a Spanish fitte Qu. Eli. Ned thou hast graunted and canst not reuoke it Longsh. Sweete Queene saie on my worde shall bee my deede Qu. Elinor Then shal my wordes make many a bosom bleede Reede Ned thy Queenes request lapt vp in rime And saie thy Nell had skil to choose her time Read the paper Rice The pride of Englishmens long haire Is more then Englands Queene can beare VVomens right breast cut them off al And let the great tree perish with the small Longsh. VVhat meanes my louelie Elinor by this Qu. Elinor Not be denide for my request it is The rime is that mens beards and womens breasts bee cutte off c. D. Edmund Gloster an olde said saying he that grants all is askt Is much harder then Hercules taske Glost. VVere the King so mad as the Queen is wood Here were an end of Englands good Long. My word is pall I am well agreede Let mens beards milt and womens bosomes bleed Call foorth my Barbers Lords wee le first beginne Enter two Barbers Come sirra cutte me close vnto the chinne And round me euen seest thou by a dishe Leaue not a looke my Queene shall haue her wishe Qu. Eli. VVhat Ned those locks that euer pleasd thy VVere her desire where her delight doth dwell Nel VVilt thou deface that siluer laborinth More orient then pimpilde Hyancinth Sweete Ned thy sacred person ought not droupe Though my command make other gallants stoupe Longsh. Madam pardon me and pardon all No iustice but the great runnes with the small Tell me good Gloster art thou not affeard Gloster No my Lord but resolude to lose my bearde Longsh. Now Madam if you purpose to proceede To make so many guiltles Ladies bleede Here must the law begin sweete Elinor at thy breast And strech it selfe with violence to the rest False Princes ought no other doe Faire ladie then they would be done vnto Qu. Eli. VVhat logick cal you this doth Edward mock his loue Longsh. No Nell he doth as best in honor doth behoue And praies thee gentle Queene and let my praies moue Leaue these vngentle thoughts put on a milder mind Sweet lookes not loftie ciuil mood becomes a womans kinde And liue as being dead and buried in the ground Thou maist for affability and honor be renownde Qu. Elia. Naie and you preach I pray my lord begon The childe will crie and trouble you anon The Nurse closeth the Tent Quo semel est imbutarecens seruabit odorem Testa din. L. Maris Proud incest in the craddle of disdaine Bred vp in court of pride brought vp in Spaine Doest thou command him coily from thy sight That is the starre the glorie of thy sight Longsh. O could I with the riches of my crowne Buy better thoughts for my renowmed Nel Thy minde sweete Queen should be as beautifull As is thy face as is thy features all Fraught with pure honor treasure and enricht VVith vertues and glorie incomparable Ladies about her Maiestie se that the Queen your mother know not so much but at any hand our pleasure is that our young sonne be in this Mantle borne to his Christening for speciall reasons is thereto mouing from the Church as best it please your womens wittes to deuise yet sweete Ione see this faithfullie perfourmed and heare you daughter looke you be not last vp when this day coms least Gloster find another Bride in your steed Dauid goe with me Gloste Shee riseth earelie Ione that beguileth thee of a Gloster Edmund beleeue him not sweete Neece wemen can speake smooth for aduantage Ione VVe men doe you mean my good vnckle VVell be the accent where it will women are women I will beleeue you for as great a matter as this comes to my lord Glost. Gramercies sweet ladie habebis fidei mercedem contrà Exit Enter the Nouice and his company to giue the Queene Musicke at her Tent Nouice Come fellowes cast your selues euen round in a string a ring I would say come merelie on my word for the Queene is most liberall and if you will please her well shee wil paie you roially so lawful to braue wel thy Brittishe lustilie to solace our good Queene
That if his wings grow flig they may be clipt Enter the Potter and the Potters wife called the Potters his dwelling there and Iohn her man Potterswife Iohn come awaie you goe as though you slept a great knaue and be afraide of a little thundering and lightning Iohn Call you this a little thundering I am sure my breeches findes it a great deale for I am sure they are stufte with thunder Potterswife They are stufte with a foole are they not will it please you to carrie the lantern a little handsommer and not to carrie it with your handes in your slops Iohn Slops quoth you woulde I had taried at home by the fire and then I should not haue neede to put my hands in my pockets but I le lâ—e my life I know the reason of this towle weather Potâ—wife Doe you know the reason I praie thee Iohn tel me and let me heare this reason Iohn I lâ—e my life sonâ—e of your Gossipse be cros legâ— that we came from but you are wise mistres for you â—om now awâ— and wilâ— no 〈◊〉 a gossiping in a drie house all night Potterswife Would it please you to walke and leaue of your knauerie but st◠〈◊〉 what 's that riseth out of the ground Iesus blesse vs Iohn look how it riseth higher and higher Iohn Be my troth mistres t is a woman good Lord do women grâ— I neuer saw none grow before Poâ—swife Hold thy tongue thou foolish knaue it is the spirite of some woman Queene Ha let me see where am I on Charing green I o◠〈◊〉 greene here hâ—rd by Westminster where I was crowned and Edward there made King I t is true so it is and therefore Edward kisse not me vnlesse you will straight perfume your lips Edward Potterswife Ora pro nobis Iohn I praie â—ll to your prayers for my life it is the Queene that chases thus who sâ—cke this daâ—e on Charing greene and now is risen vp on Potters Hiue and therfore truâ—e 〈◊〉 I le go to her Here let the Potterswife goe to the Queen Queene Welcome good woman what place is this sea or land I pray shew to me Potterswife Your Grace neede not to feare you are on firme ground it is the Potters Hiue and therfoere cheare your Maiestie for I wil see you safe conducted to the Court if case your highnes be therewithall pleased Make a noise Westward how Queene I good woman conduct me to the court that there I maie bewaile my sinfull life and call to God to saue my wretched soule won aÌ„ what noise is this I hear Potterswife And like your Grace it is the Watermen that cals for passengers to goe VVestward now Queene That fits my turne for I will straight with them to Kinges towne to the Court and there repose me till the king come home and therefore sweete woman conceale what thou hast seene and leade mee to those Watermen for here doth Elinor droupe Iohn Come come here 's a goodly leading of you is ther not first you must make vs afeard and now I must bee troubled in carrying of you I would you were honestly laid in your bed so that I were not troubled with you Exeunt ambo Enter two messengers the one that Dauid shall be hangd the other of the Queenes sincking 1. Mrs Honor and Fortune waite vppon the Crowne Of Princelie Edward Englands valiant king Edward Thanks Messenger and if my God vouchsafe That winged Honor waite vppon my throne I le make her 〈◊〉 her plumbes vppon their heads Whose true allegeance doth confirme the Crowne What news in Wales how wends our busines there 2 Messeng The false disturber of that wasted soile VVith his adherents is surprised my King And in assurance he shall start no more Breathles he lies and headles to my Lordes The circumstance these lines shal here vnfold Edward A harmfull weede by wisedome rooted out Can neuer hurt the true ingrafted plant But what 's the newes Sir Thomas Spencer bringes Spenc. Wonders my Lord wrapt vp in homely words And Letters to informe your Maiestie Edw. O Heauens what maie these miracles portend Nobles my Queene is sicke but what is more Reed brother Edmund reede a wondrous chancâ— Edmund reedes a â—ine of the Queens sincking Edmund And â—not heard for red so strange a thing Edward Sweete Queene this sincking is a surfet tane Of pride wherewith thy womans mans heart did swell A dangerous maladie in the heart to dwell Lords march we towards London now in hast I will goe see my loue Elinor And comfort her after this strange affright And where she is importune to haue talke And secret conference with some Friers of France Mun thou with me and I with thee will goe And take the swete confession of my Nell We will haue French enough to parlee with the Queeâ— Edmund Might I aduise your royall maiestie I would not goe for millions of golde What â—nowes your grace disguised if you wend What you may heare in secrecy reuealde That maie appeale and discontent your highnes A goodly creature is your Elinor Brought vp in nicenesse and in delicacie Then listen not to her confession Lord To wound thy heart with some vnkinde conceite But as for Lancaster he maie not goe K. Edrard. brother I am resolude and goe I willâ— If God giue life and cheare my dying Queene Why Mun why man what ere King Edward heates It lies in God and him to pardon all I le haue no ghostlie Fathers out of France England hath learned Clarkes and Confessors To comfort and absolue as man may doe And I le be ghostlie Father for this once Edmund Edmund thou maist not goe although thou diâ— And yet how maist thou here thy King denie Edward is gratious merciful meeke and milde But 〈◊〉 when he findes he is beguilde Edward Messenger hie thee backe to Shrewsbury Bid Mortimor thy maister speede him fast And with his fortune welcome vs to London I long to see my beauteous louelie Queene Exeunt omnes Enter Dauid drawne on a hurdle with Mortimor and officers accompanied with the Frier the Nouice the Harper and Lluellens head on a speare Frier On afore on afore Nouice Hold vp your torches for dropping Frier A faire procession Sir Dauid be of good chear you cannot goe out of the waie hauing so manie guides at hand Nouice Be sure of that for we goe all the high way to the Gallowes I warrant you Dauid I goe where my starre leads me and die in my countreis iust cause and quarrell Harper The Starre that twinckled at thy birth Good brother mine hath mard thy mirth An o'de saide â—aw Earth must to earth Next yeare will be a pitteous death Of Hempe I dare laie a pennie This yeare is hangde so many Frier Well saide Morgan Pigot Harper and Prophet for the Kinges one mouth Nouice Tunda tedo tedo dote dum this is the daie thâ— time is come Morgan Pigots prophecie and Lord Lluellens Tragedie Frier Who saith