Enter Bohan with Obiron.III. Chor.3.Act.Boh.SoOberon, now it beginnes to worke in kinde,The auncient Lords by leauing him aliue,Disliking of his humors and respight,Lets him run headlong till his flatterers,Sweeting his thoughts of lucklesse lust,1170With vile perswations and alluring words,Makes him make way by murther to his will,Iudge fairie king, hast heard a greater ill?Ober.Nor send more vertue in a countrie mayd,I tell theBohanit doth make me merrie,To thinke the deeds the king meanes to performe.Boha.To change that humour stand and see the rest,I trow my sonneSlipperwill shewes a iest.Enter Slipper with a companion, bog, or wench, dauncing ahornpipe, and daunce out againe.1180Boha.Now after this beguiling of our thoughts,And changing them from sad to better glee,Lets to our sell, and sit and see thee rest,For I beleeue this Iig will prooue no iest.Exeunt.Chorus Actus 3. Schena Prima.III. i.Enter Slipper one way, and S. Bartram another way.Bar.Ho fellow, stay and let me speake with thee.Sli.Fellow, frend thou doest disbuse me, I am a Gentlemã.Bar.A Gentleman, how so?Slip.Why I rub horses sir.1190Bar.And what of that?Sip.Oh simple witted, marke my reason, they that do goodseruice in the Common-weale are Gentlemen, but such as rubhorses do good seruice in the Common-weale, Ergo tarboxMaister Courtier, a Horse-keeper is a Gentleman.Bar.Heere is ouermuch wit in good earnest:But sirrha where is thy Maister?Slip.Neither aboue ground nor vnder ground,Drawing out red into white,Swallowing that downe without chawing,1200That was neuer made without treading.Bar.Why where is hee then?Slip.Why in his seller, drinking a cup of neate and briskeclaret, in a boule of siluer: Oh sir the wine runnes trillill downhis throat, which cost the poore viutnerd many a stampe beforeit was made: but I must hence sir, I haue haste.Bar.Why whither now I prithee?Slip.Faith sir, to SirSiluestera Knight hard by, vppon myMaisters arrand, whom I must certifie this, that the lease ofEst Springshall bee confirmed, and therefore must I bid him1210prouide trash, for my Maister is no friend without mony.Bar.This is the thing for which I sued so long,This is the lease which I byGuatoesmeanes,Sought to possesse by pattent from the King:But hee iniurious man, who liues by crafts,And selles kings fauours for who will giue most,Hath taken bribes of mee, yet couertlyWill sell away the thing pertaines to mee:But I haue found a present helpe I hope,For to preuent his purpose and deceit:1220Stay gentle friend.Slip.A good word, thou haste won me,This word is like a warme candle to a colde stomacke.Bar.Sirra wilt thou for mony and reward,Conuay me certaine letters out of hand,From out thy maisters pocket.Slip.Will I sir, why, were it to rob my father, hangmy mother, or any such like trifles, I am at yourcommaundement sir, what will you giue me sir?S. Bar.A hundreth pounds.1230Slip.I am your man, giue me earnest, I am dead at a pocketsir, why I am a lifter maister, by my occupation.S. Bar.A lifter, what is that?Slip.Why sir, I can lift a pot as well as any man, and picke apurse assoone as any theefe in my countrie.S. Bar.Why fellow hold, heere is earnest,Ten pound to assure thee, go dispatch,And bring it me to yonder Tauerne thou seest,And assure thy selfe thou shalt both haueThy skin full of wine, and the rest of thy mony.1240Slip.I will sir. Now roome for a Gentleman, my maisters,who giues mee mony for a faire new Angell, a trimme newAngell?Exeunt.Enter Andrew and Purueyer.III. ii.Pur.Sirrha, I must needes haue your maisters horses,The king cannot bee vnserued.And.Sirrha you must needs go without them,Because my Maister must be serued.Pur.Why I am the kings Purueyer,1250And I tell thee I will haue them.And.I amAteukinsseruant, SigniorAndrew,And I say thou shalt not haue them.Pur.Heeres my ticket, denie it if thou darst.And.There is the stable, fetch them out if thou darst.Pur.Sirrha, sirrha, tame your tongue, least I make you.And.Sirrha, sirrha, hold your hand, least I bum you.Pur.I tell thee, thy Maisters geldings are good,And therefore fit for the king.An.I tell thee, my Maisters horses haue gald backes,1260And therefore cannot fit the King.Purueyr, Purueyer, puruey thee of more wit, darst thou presumeto wrong my LordAteukins, being the chiefest man inCourt.Pur.The more vnhappie Common-weale,Where flatterers are chiefe in Court.And.What sayest thou?Pur.I say thon art too presumptuous,And the officers shall schoole thee.And.A figge for them and thee Purueyer,1270They seeke a knot in a ring, that would wrongMy maister or his seruants in this Court.Enter Iaques.Pur.The world is at a wise passe,When Nobilitie is a fraid of a flatterer.Iaq.Sirrha, what be you that parley, contra Monsieur myLordAteukin,en bonne foy, prate you against syrAltesse, meemaka your test to leap from your shoulders, per ma foy cy fereie.And.Oh signior Captaine, you shewe your selfe a forward1280and friendly Gentleman in my Maisters behalfe, I will causehim to thanke you.Iaq.Poultronspeake me one parola against my bon Gentilhome,I shal estrampe your guttes, and thumpe your backa,that you no poynt mannage this tenne ours.Pur.Sirrha come open me the stable,And let mee haue the horses:And fellow, for all your French bragges I will doo my dutie.And.Ile make garters of thy guttes,Thou villaine if thou enter this office.1290Iaq.Mort lieu, take me that cappaPour nostre labeur, be gonne villein in the mort.Pur.What will you resist mee then?Well the Councell fellow, Shall know of your insolency.Exit.Andr.Tell them what thou wilt, and eate that I can bestspare from my backe partes, and get you gone with a vengeance.Enter Gnato.Ateu.Andrew.1300Andr.Sir.Ateu.Where be my writings I put in my pocket last night.Andr.Which sir, your annoations vpon Matchauell?Ateu.No sir, the letters pattents for east spring.An.Why sir you talk wonders to me, if you ask that questiõ.Ateu.Yea sir, and wil work wonders too, which you vnlesseyou finde them out, villaine search me them out and bring thẽme, or thou art but dead.Andr.A terrible word in the latter end of a sessions. Masterwere you in your right wits yesternight?1310Ateu.Doest thou doubt it?Andr.I and why not sir, for the greatest Clarkes are not thewisest, and a foole may dance in a hood, as wel as a wise man ina bare frock: besides such as giue themselues toPlulantia, as youdo maister, are so cholericke of complection, that that whichthey burne in fire ouer night, they seeke for with furie thenext morning. Ah I take care of your worship, this common-wealeshould haue a great losse of so good a member as youare.Ateu.Thou flatterest me.1320Andr.Is it flatterie in me sir to speake you faire?What is it then in you to dallie with the King?Ateu.Are you prating knaue,I will teach you bettet nurture?Is this the care you haue of my wardrop?Of my accounts, and matters of trust?Andr.Why alasse sir, in times past your garments hauebeene so well inhabited, as your Tenants woulde giue noplace to a Moathe to mangle them, but since youare growne greater and your Garments more fine and gaye,1330if your garments are not fit for hospitallitie, blame your pride,and commend my cleanlinesse: as for yout writings, I am notfor them, nor they for mee.Ateu.Villaine go, flie, finde them out:If thou loosest them, thou loosest my credit.And.Alasse sir? can I loose that you neuer had.Ateu.Say you so, then hold feel you that you neuer felt.Ia.Oh Monsieur, aies patient, pardon your pouure vallet,Me bee at your commaundement.Ateu.SigniorIaqueswel met, you shall commaund me,1340Sirra go cause my writings be proclamed in the Market place,Promise a great reward to them that findes them,Looke where I supt and euery where.And.I will sir, now are two knaues well met, and three wellparted, if you conceiue mine enigma, Gentlemen what shal Ibee then, faith a plaine harpe shilling.Exeunt.Ateu.Sieur Iaques, this our happy meeting hides,Your friends and me, of care and greeuous toyle,For I that looke into deserts of men,And see among the souldiers in this court,1350A noble forward minde, and iudge thereof,Cannot but seeke the meanes to raise them vp:Who merrit credite in the Common-weale.To this intent friendIaqueI haue foundA meanes to make you great, and well esteemd,Both with the king, and with the best in Court:For I espie in you a valiant minde,Which makes mee loue, admire, and honour you:To this intent (if so your trust and faith,Your secrecie be equall with your force)1360I will impart a seruice to thy selfe,Which if thou doest effect, the King, my selfe,And what or hee, and I with him can worke,Shall be imployd in what thou wilt desire.Iaq.Me sweara by my ten bones, my singniar, to be loyal toyour Lordships intents, affaires, ye my monsignieur,qui nonfera ic pour. Yea pleasure?By my sworda me be no babie Lords.Ateu.Then hoping one thy truth, I prithe see,How kindeAteukinis to forward mee,1370Hold take this earnest pennie of my loue.And marke my words, the King by me requires,No slender seruiceIaquesat thy hands.Thou must by privie practise make a way,The Queene faireDoretheaas she sleepes:Or how thou wilt, so she be done to death:Thou shalt not want promotion heare in Court.Iaq.Stabba the woman, per ma foy, monsignieur, me thrustamy weapon into her belle, so me may be gard per le roy.Mee de your seruice.1380But me no be hanged pur my labor.Ateu.Thou shalt haue warrantIaquesfrom the King,None shall outface, gainsay and wrong my friend.Do not I loue theeIaques? feare not then,I tell thee who so toucheth thee in ought,Shall iniure me, I loue, I tender thee:Thou art a subiect fit to serue his grace,Iaques, I had a written warrant once,But that by great misfortune late is lost,Come wend we to S.Andrewes, where his grace1390Is now in progresse, where he shall assureThy safetie, and confirme thee to the act.Iaques.We will attend your noblenesse.Exeunt.Enter Sir Bartram, Dorothea, the Queene,III. iii.Nano, Lord Ross. Ladiesattendants.Doro.Thy crediteBartramin the Scottish Court,,Thy reuerend yeares, the stricknesse of thy vowes,All these are meanes sufficient to perswade,1400But loue the faithfull lincke of loyall hearts,That hath possession of my constant minde,Exiles all dread, subdueth vaine supect,Me thinks no craft should harbour in that brest,Where Maiestie and vertue is mstaled:Me thinke my beautie should not cause my death.Bar.How gladly soueraigne Princesse would I erre,And binde my shame to saue your royall life:Tis Princely in your selfe to thinke the best,To hope his grace is guiltlesse of this crime,1410But if in due preuention you default,How blinde are you that were forwarnd before.Doro.Suspition without cause deserueth blame.Bar.Who sees, and shunne not harmes, deserue the same:Beholde the tenor of this traiterous plot.Doro.What should I reade? Perhappes he wrote it not.Bar.Heere is his warrant vnder seale and signe,ToIaquesborne inFranceto murther you.Doro.Ah carelesse King, would God this were not thineWhat tho I reade? Ah should I thinke it true?1420Rosse.The hand and seale confirmes the deede is his.Doro.What know I tho, if now he thinketh this?Nauo.MadameLucretiusfaith, that to repent,Is shildish wisdome to preuent.Doro.What tho?Nano.Then cease your teares, that haue dismaid you,And crosse the foe before hee haue betrayed you.Bar.What needes this long suggestions in this cause?When euery circumstance confirmeth trueth:First let the hidden mercie from aboue,1430Confirme your grace, since by a wondrous meanes,The practise of your daungers came to light:Next let the tokens of appooued trueth,Gouerne and stay your thoughts, too much seduc’t,And marke the sooth, and listen the intent,Your highnesse knowes, and these my noble Lords,Can witnesse this, that whilest your husbands sirreIn happie peace possest the Scottish Crowne,I was his sworne attendant heere in Court,In daungerous sight I neuer fail’d my Lord.1440And since his death, and this your husbands raigne,No labour, dutie, haue I left vndone,To testifie my zeale vnto the Crowne:But now my limmes are weake, mine eyes are dim,Mine age vnweldie and vnmeete for toyle:I came to court in hope for seruice past,To gaine some lease to keepe me beeing olde,There found I all was vpsie turuy turnd,My friends displac’ff, the Nobles loth to craue,Then fought I to the minion of the King,1450Auteukin, who allured by a bribe,Assur’d me of the lease for which I fought:But see the craft, when he had got the graunt,He wrought to sell it to SirSiluester,In hope of greater earnings from his hands:In briefe, I learnt his craft, and wrought the meanes,By one his needie seruants for reward,To steale from out his pocket all the briefes,Which hee perform’d, and with reward resigndThem when I read (now marke the power of God)1460I found this warrant seald among the rest,To kill your grace, whom God long keepe aliue.Thus in effect, by wonder are you sau’d,Trifle not then, bnt seeke a speakie flight,God will conduct your steppes, and shield the right.Dor.What should I do, ah poore vnhappy Queen?Borne to indure what fortune can containe,Ah lasse the deed is too apparant now:But oh mine eyes were you as bent to hide,As my poore heart is forward to forgiue.1470Ah cruell king, my loue would thee acquite,Oh what auailes to be allied and matchtWith high estates that marry but in shewe?Were I baser borne, my meane estateCould warrant me from this impendent harme,But to be great and happie these are twaine.AhRossewhat shall I do, how shall I worke?Rosse.With speedie letters to your father send,Who will reuenge you, and defend your right.Dor.As if they kill not me, who with him fight?1480As if his brest be toucht, I am not wounded,As if he waild, my ioyes were not confounded:We are one heart, tho rent by hate in twaine:One soule, one essence doth our weale containe:What then can conquer him that kils not me?Rosse.If this aduice displease, then Madame flee.Dor.Where may I wend or trauel without feare?Na.Where not, in changing this attire you weare?Dor.What shall I clad me like a Country maide?Na.The pollicie is base I am affraide.1490Dor.WhyNano?Na.Aske you why? what may a QueeneMarch foorth in homely weede and be not seene?The Rose although in thornie shrubs she spread:Is still the Rose, her beauties waxe not dead.And noble mindes altho the coate be bare,Are by their semblance knowne, how great they areBar.The Dwarfe saith true.Dor.What garments likste thou than?Na.Such as may make you seeme a proper man.1500Dor.He makes me blush and smile, tho I am sad.Na.The meanest coat for safetie is not bad.Dor.What shall I iet in breeches like a squire?Alasse poore dwarfe, thy Mistresle is vnmeete.Na.Tut, go me thus, your cloake before your face,Your sword vpreard with queint & comely grace,If any come and question what you bee,Say you a man, and call for witnesse mee.Dor.What should I weare a sword, to what intent?Na.Madame for shewe, it is an ornament,1510If any wrong you, drawe a shining bladeWithdrawes a coward theese that would inuade.Dor.But if I strike, and hee should strike againe,What should I do? I feare I should bee slaine.Nano.No, take it single on your dagger so,Ile teach you Madame how to ward a blow.Do.How litle shapes much substance may include?SirBartram,Rosse, yee Ladies and my friends,Since presence yeelds me death, and absence life,Hence will I flie disguised like a squire,1520As one that seekes to liue in Itish warres,You gentleRosse, shal furnish my depart.Ross.Yea Prince, & die with you with all my hart,Vouchsafe me then in all extreamest states,To waight on you and serue you with my best.Dor.To me pertaines the woe, liue then in rest:Friends fare you well, keepe secret my depart,Nanoalone shall my attendant bee.Nan.Then Madame are you mand, I warrant ye,Giue me a sword, and if there grow debate,1530Ile come behinde, and breake your enemies pate.Ross.How sore wee greeue to part so soone away.Dor.Greeue not for those that perish if they stay.Nano.The time in words mispent, is litle woorth,Madam walke on, and let them bring vs foorth.Exeunt.Chorus.IV. Chor.Ent. Boha.So these sad motions makes the faire sleepe,And sleep hee shall in quiet and content,For it would make a marbell melt and weepe1540To see these treasons gainst the innocent:But since shee scapes by flight to saue her life,The king may chance repent she was his wife:The rest is ruthfull, yet to beguilde the time,Tis interlast with merriment and rime.Exeuut.Actus Quartus. Schena Prima.IV. i.After a noyse of hornes and showtings, enter certaineHuntsmen, if you please, singing one way: anotherway Ateukin and Iaques, Gnato.1550Ateu.Say Gentlemen, where may wee finde the king?Hunts.Euen heere at hand on hunting.And at this houre hee taken hath a stand,To kill a Deere.Ateu.A pleasant worke in hand,Follow your sport, and we will seeke his grace.Hunts.When such him seeke, it is a wofull case.Exeunt Huntsman one way, Ateu. and Iaq. another,Enter Eustace, Ida, and the Countesse.IV. ii.Count.LordEustace, as your youth & vertuous life,1560Deserues a faire, more faire and richer wife,So since I am a mother, and do witWhat wedlocke is, and that which longs to it,Before I meane my daughter to bestow,Twere meete that she and I your state did know.Eust.Madame if I considerIdaswoorth,I know my portions merrit none so faire,And yet I hold in farme and yearly rent,A thousand pound, which may her state content.Count.But what estate my Lord shall she possesse?1570Eust.All that is mine, graue Countesse & no lesse.ButIdawill you loue?Ida.I cannot hate.Eust.But will you wedde?Ida.Tis Greeke to mee my Lord,Ile wish you well, and thereon take my word.Eus.. Shall I some signe of fauour then receiue?Ida.I, if her Ladiship will giue me leaue.Count.Do what thou wilt.Ida.Then noble English Peere,1580Accept this ring, wherein my heart is set,A constant heart, with burning flames befret:But vnder written this:O morte dura:Heereon when so you looke with eyesPura,The maide you fancie most will fauour you.Eust.Ile trie this heart, in hope to finde it true.Enter certaine Huntsmen and ladies.Hunts.Widdowe Countesse well ymet,Euer may thy ioyes bee many,GentleIdafaire beset,1590Faire and wise, not fairer any:Frolike Huntsmen of the game,Willes you well, and giues you greeting.Ida.Thanks good Woodman for the same,And our sport and merrie meeting.Hunts.Vnto thee we do present,Siluer heart with arrow wounded.Eust.This doth shadow my lament,Both feare and loue confounded.Ladies.To the mother of the mayde,1600Faire as th’lillies, red as roses,Euen so many goods are saide,As her selfe in heart supposes.Count.What are you friends, that thus doth wish vs wel?Hunts.Your neighbours nigh, that haue on hunting beene,Who vnderstanding of your walking foorth,Prepare this traine to entertaine you with,This LadieDouglas, this SirEgmondis.Count.Welcome ye Ladies, and thousand thanks for this,Come enter you a homely widdowes house,1610And if mine entertainment please you let vs feast.Hunts.A louely ladie neuer wants a guest.Exeunt Manet, Eustace, Ida.Eust.Stay gentleIda, tell me what you deeme,What doth this hast, this tender heart beseeme?Ida.Why not my Lord, since nature teacheth art,To sencelesse beastes to cure their greeuous smart.Dictanumserues to close the wound againe.Eust.What helpe for those that loue?Ida.Why loue againe.1620Eust.Were I the Hart,Ida.Then I the hearbe would bee.You shall not die for help, come follow me.Exeunt.Enter Andrew and Iaques.IV. iii.Iaq.Mon Deiu, whatmalheurebe this, me come a the chamber,SigniorAndrew,Mon Deiu, taka mypoinyard en mon maine,to giue theEstocadeto theDamoisella, per ma foy, there wasno person, elle cest en alle.And.The woorse luckeIaques, but because I am thy friend1630I will aduise the somewhat towards the attainement of thegallowes.Iaq.Gallowes, what be that?An.Marrie sir, a place of great promotion, where thou shaltby one turne aboue ground, rid the world of a knaue, & makea goodly ensample for all bloodie villaines of thy profession.Que ditte vous, Monsieur Andrew?And.I sayIaques, thou must keep this path, and high thee,for the Q. as I am certified, is departed with her dwarfe, apparelledlike a squire, ouertake her Frenchman, stab her, Ile1640promise thee this dubblet shall be happy.Iaq.Purquoy?And.It shall serue a iolle Gentleman,SirDominus MonsigniorHangman.Iaq.Cest tout,vnme willrama pour le monoy.And.Go, and the rot consume thee? Oh what a trim worldis this? My maister lius by cousoning the king, I by fllatteringhim:Slippermy fellow by stealing: and I by lying: is not thisa wylie accord, Gentlemen. This last night our iolly horsekeeperbeeing well stept in licor, confessed to me the stealing ofmy Maisters writings, and his great reward: now dare I not1650bewraye him, least he discouer my knauerie, but thus haue Iwrought: I vnderstand he will passe this way, to prouide himnecessaries, but if I and my fellowes faile not, wee will teachhim such a lesson, as shall cost him a chiefe place on pennilessebench for his labour: but yond he comes.Enter Slipper with a Tailor, a Shoomaker, and a Cutler.Slip.Taylor.Tayl.Sir.Slip.Let my dubblet bee white Northren, fiue groates theyard, I tell thee I will bee braue.Tayl.It shall sir.1660Slip.Now sir, cut it me like the battlements of a Custerd,ful of round holes: edge me the sleeues with Couentry-blew,and let the lynings bee of tenpenny locorum.Tayl.Very good sir.Slip.Make it the amorous cut, a flappe before.Tayl.And why so? that fashion is stale.Slip.Oh friend, thou art a simple fellow, I tell thee, a flap isa great friend to a storrie, it stands him in stead of cleane napery,and if a mans shert bee torne, it is a present penthouse todefend him from a cleane huswifes scoffe.1670Tay.You say sooth sir.Slip.Holde take thy mony, there is seuen shillings for thedubblet, and eight for the breeches, seuen and eight, birladiethirtie sixe is a faire deale of mony.Tayl.Farwell sir.Slip.Nay but stay Taylor.Tayl.Why sir?Slipper.Forget not this speciall mate,Let my back parts bee well linde,For there come many winter stormes from a windie bellie,1680I tell thee Shoo-maker.Shoe-ma.Gentleman what shoo will it please you to haue?Slip.A fine neate calues leather my friend.Shoo.Oh sir, that is too thin, it will not last you.Slip.I tell thee, it is my neer kinsman, for I amSlipper, whichhath his best grace in summer to bee suted in lakus skins,Guidwife Clarke was my Grandmother, and Goodman Neatherleathermine Vnckle, but my mother good woman. Alas,she was a Spaniard, and being wel tande and drest by a good-fellow,an Englishman, is growne to some wealth: as when I1690haue but my vpper parts, clad in her husbands costlie Spannishleather, I may bee bold to kisse the fayrest Ladies footein this contrey.Shoo.You are of high birth sir,But haue you all your mothers markes on you?Slip.Why knaue?Shoomaker.Because if thou come of the bloud of theSlippers,you should haue a Shoomakers Alle thrust through youreare.Exit.1700Slip.Take your earnest friend and be packing,And meddle not with my progenatorsCutler.Cutler.Heare sir.Slip.I must haue a Rapier and Dagger.Cutler.A Rapier and Dagger you meane sir?Slipper.Thou saiest true, but it must haue a verie faire edge,Cutler.Why so sir?Slip.Because it may cut by himselfe, for trulie my freende,I am a man of peace, and weare weapons but for facion.Cutler.Well sir, giue me earnest I will fit you.1710Slip.Hold take it, I betrust thee friend, let me be wel armed.Cutler.You shall.Exit Cutler.Slip.Nowe what remaines? theres twentie Crownes for ahouse, three crownes for houshol stuffe, six pence to buie aConstables staffe: nay I will be the chiefe of my parish, therewants nothing but a wench, a cat, a dog, a wife and a seruant, tomake an hole familie, shall I marrie withAlice, good mãGrimshauesdaughter, shee is faire, but indeede her tongue is likeClocks on Shrouetuesday, alwaies out of temper? shall I wedSisleyof the Whightõ? Ohn, o she is like a frog in a parcely bed,1720as scittish as an ele, if I seek to hãper her, she wil horne me: buta wench must be had maisterSlip. Yea and shal be deer friend.And.I now wil driue him from his contemplations. Oh mymates come forward, the lamb is vnpent, the fox shal preuaile.Enter three Antiques, who dance round, and takeSlipper with them.Slip.I will my freend, and I thanke you heartilie, pray keepeyour curtesie, I am yours in the way of an hornepipe, theyare strangers, I see they vnderstand not my language, weewee.1730VVhilest they are dauncing, Andrew takes away his money,and the other Antiques depart.Slip.Nay but my friends, one hornpipe, further a refluencebacke, and two doubles forward: what not one crosse point againstSundayes. What ho sirrha, you gone, you with the noselike an Eagle, and you be a right greeke, one turne more,theeues theeues, I am robd theeues. Is this the knauerie of Fidlers?Well, I will then binde the hole credit of their occupatiõon a bagpiper, and he for my money, but I will after, andteach them to caper in a halter, that haue cousoned me of my1740money.Exeunt.EnterNano, Dorothea,in mans apparell.IV. iv.Doro.AhNano, I am wearie of these weedes,Wearie to weeld this weapon that I bare:Wearie of loue, from whom my woe proceedes.Wearie of toyle, since I haue lost my deare,O wearie life, where wanted no distresse,But euery thought is paide with heauinesse.Na.Too much of wearie madame, if you please,1750Sit downe, let wearie dye, and take your ease.Dorot.How looke INanolike a man or no?Nano.If not a man, yet like a manlie shrowe.Doro.If any come and meete vs on the way,What should we do if they inforce vs stay.Na.Set cap a huffe, and challenge him the field,Suppose the worst, the weake may fight to yeeld.Dorot.The battaileNanoin this troubled minde,Is farre more fierce then euer we may finde.The bodies wounds by medicines may be eased,1760But griefes of mindes, by salues are not appealed.Na.Say Madame, will you heare yourNanosing?Dor.Of woe good boy, but of no other thing:Na.What if I sing of fancie will it please?Dor.To such as hope successe, such noats breede ease.Na.What if I sing likeDamonto my sheepe?Dor.LikePhillisI will sit me downe to weepe.Na.Nay since my songs afford such pleasure small,Ile sit me downe, and sing you none at all.Doro.Oh be not angrieNano.1770Nano.Nay you loath,To thinke on that, which doth content vs both.Doro.And how?Nano.You scorne desport when you are wearie,And loath my mirth, who liue to make you merry.Doro.Danger and fear withdraw me from delight.Na.Tis vertue to contemne fals Fortunes spight.Do.What shuld I do to please thee friendly squire?Na.A smile a day, is all I will require:And if you pay me well the smiles you owe me,1780Ile kill this cursed care, or else beshrowe me.Doug.We are descried, ohManowe are dead.Enter Iaques his sword drawne.Nano.Tut yet you walk, you are not dead indeed,Drawe me your sword, if he your way withstand.Do.And I will seeke for rescue out of hand,RunNanorunne, preuent thy Princes death.Na.Feare not, ile run all danger out of breath.Iaq.Ah youcalletta, youstrumpet,ta Matressa Doretie este, voussurpriuscome say your pater noster,car vous est mort par ma foy1790Do.Callet,me strumpet,Catiueas thou artBut euen a Princesse borne, who scorne thy threats.Shall neuer French man say, an English mayd,Of threats of forraine force will be afraid.Iaq.You nodire vostre prieges, vrbleme merchants famme,guardayourbresta, there me make you die on my morglay,Doro.God sheeld me haplesse princes and a wife.They fight, and shee is sore wounded.And saue my soule, altho I loose my life.Ah I am slaine, some piteous power repay,1800This murtherers cursed deed, that doth me stay.Iaq.Elle est tout mort, me will runnepura wager, for feare mebesurpryesandpendufor my labour. Be inIe meu alera au royauy cits me affaires, Ie serra vn chiualier, for this daies trauaile.Exit.EnterNano, S. Cutbert Anderson,his sword drawne.S. Cutb.Where is this poore distressed gentleman?Nano.Here laid on ground, and wounded to the death.1810Ah gentle heart, how are these beautious lookes,Dimd by the tyrant cruelties of death:Oh wearie soule, breake thou from forth my brest,And ioyne thee with the soule I honoured most.S. Cut.Leaue mourning friend, the man is yet aliue,Some helpe me to conuey him to my house:There will I see him carefully recured,And send priuie search to catch the murtherer.Nano.The God of heauen reward the curteous knight.Exeunt.And they beare outDorothea.1820Enter the King of Scots,Iaques,Ateukin,Andrew,IaquesIV. v.running with his swoord one way, the King with histraine an other way.K. of S.StayIaques, feare not, sheath thy murthering blade:Loe here thy King and friends are come abroad,To saue thee from the terrors of pursuite:What is she dead?Iaq.Wee Monsieur, elle is blesse per lake teste, oues les espanles,I warrant she no trouble you.Ateu.Oh then my liege, how happie art thou growne,1830How fauoured of the heauens, and blest by loue:Mee thinkes I see faireIdain thine armes,Crauing remission for her late attempt,Mee thinke I see her blushing steale a kisse:Vniting both your soules by such a sweete,And you my King suck Nectar from her lips.Why then delaies your grace to gaine the restYou long desired? why loose we forward time?Write, make me spokesman now, vow marriage,If she deny your fauour let me die.1840Andr.Mightie and magnificent potentate, giue credence tomine honorable good Lord, for I heard the Midwife sweare athis natiuitie, that the Faieries gaue him the propertie of theThracian stone, for who toucheth it, is exempted from griefe,and he that heareth my Maisters counsell, is alreadle possessedof happinesse: nay which is more myraculous, as the Nobleman in his infancie lay in his Cradle, a swarme of Bees laid honeyon his lippes, in token of his eloquence.For melle dulcierfluit oratio.Ateu.Your grace must beare with imperfections:1850This is exceeding loue that makes him speake.K. of S.AteukinI am rauisht in conceit,And yet deprest againe with earnest thoughts,Me thinkes this murther soundeth in mine eare,A threatning noyse of dire and sharp reuenge.I am incenst with greefe, yet faine would ioy,What may I do to end me of these doubts?Ateu.Why Prince it is no murther in a King,To end an others life to saue his owne,For you are not as common people bee.1860Who die and perish with a fewe mans teares,But if you faile, the state doth whole defaultThe Realme is rent in twaine, in such alosse,AndAristotleholdeth this for true,Of euills needs we must chuse the least,Then better were it, that a woman died,Then all the helpe ofScotlandshould be blent,Tis pollicie my liege, in euerie state,To cut off members that disturbe the head.And by corruption generation growes.1870And contraries maintaine the world and state.K. of S.Enough I am confirmed,Ateukincome,Rid me of loue, and rid me of my greefe,Driue thou the tyrant from this tainted brest,Then may I triumph in the height of ioy,Go to mineIda, tell her that I vowe,To raise her head and make her honours great.Go to mineIda, tell her that her haires,Salbe embollished with orient pearles,And Crownes of Saphyrs compassing her browes,1880Shall weare with those sweete beauties of her eyes.Go to mineIda, tell her that my souleShall keepe her semblance closed in my brest,And I in touching of her milke-white mould,Will thinke me deified in such a grace:I like no stay, go write and I will signe.Reward meIaques, giue him store of Crowne.And sirrhaAndrew, scout thou here in Court:And bring me tydings if thou canst perceiueThe least intent of muttering in my traine,1890For either those that wrong thy Lord or thee,Shall suffer death.Exitthe King.Ateu.How much ô mightie king,Is thyAteukinbound to honour thee:Bowe theeAndrew, bend thine sturdie knees,Seest thou not here thine onely God on earth?Iaq.Mes on est mon argent Signior.Ateu.Come follow me, his graue I see is made,That thus on suddain he hath left vs here.ComeIaques, we wil haue our packet soone dispatcht1900And you shall be my mate vpon the way.Iaq.Come vous plera Monsieur.Exeunt.Andr.Was neuer such a world I thinke before,When sinners seeme to daunce within a net,The flatterer and the murtherer they grow big,By hooke or crooke promotion now is sought,In such a world where men are so missed,What should I do? but as the Prouerbe saith,Runne with the Hare, and hunt with the Hound.1910To haue two meanes, beseemes a wittie man:Now here in Court I may aspire and clime,By subtiltie for my maisters death.And if that faile, well fare an other drift:I will in secret certaine letters sendVnto the English King, and let him knowThe order of his daughters ouerthtow.That if my maister crack his credit here,As I am sure long flattery cannot hold,I may haue meanes within the English Court1920To scape the scourge that waits on bad aduice.Exit.
Enter Bohan with Obiron.III. Chor.3.Act.Boh.SoOberon, now it beginnes to worke in kinde,The auncient Lords by leauing him aliue,Disliking of his humors and respight,Lets him run headlong till his flatterers,Sweeting his thoughts of lucklesse lust,1170With vile perswations and alluring words,Makes him make way by murther to his will,Iudge fairie king, hast heard a greater ill?Ober.Nor send more vertue in a countrie mayd,I tell theBohanit doth make me merrie,To thinke the deeds the king meanes to performe.Boha.To change that humour stand and see the rest,I trow my sonneSlipperwill shewes a iest.Enter Slipper with a companion, bog, or wench, dauncing ahornpipe, and daunce out againe.1180Boha.Now after this beguiling of our thoughts,And changing them from sad to better glee,Lets to our sell, and sit and see thee rest,For I beleeue this Iig will prooue no iest.Exeunt.Chorus Actus 3. Schena Prima.III. i.Enter Slipper one way, and S. Bartram another way.Bar.Ho fellow, stay and let me speake with thee.Sli.Fellow, frend thou doest disbuse me, I am a Gentlemã.Bar.A Gentleman, how so?Slip.Why I rub horses sir.1190Bar.And what of that?Sip.Oh simple witted, marke my reason, they that do goodseruice in the Common-weale are Gentlemen, but such as rubhorses do good seruice in the Common-weale, Ergo tarboxMaister Courtier, a Horse-keeper is a Gentleman.Bar.Heere is ouermuch wit in good earnest:But sirrha where is thy Maister?Slip.Neither aboue ground nor vnder ground,Drawing out red into white,Swallowing that downe without chawing,1200That was neuer made without treading.Bar.Why where is hee then?Slip.Why in his seller, drinking a cup of neate and briskeclaret, in a boule of siluer: Oh sir the wine runnes trillill downhis throat, which cost the poore viutnerd many a stampe beforeit was made: but I must hence sir, I haue haste.Bar.Why whither now I prithee?Slip.Faith sir, to SirSiluestera Knight hard by, vppon myMaisters arrand, whom I must certifie this, that the lease ofEst Springshall bee confirmed, and therefore must I bid him1210prouide trash, for my Maister is no friend without mony.Bar.This is the thing for which I sued so long,This is the lease which I byGuatoesmeanes,Sought to possesse by pattent from the King:But hee iniurious man, who liues by crafts,And selles kings fauours for who will giue most,Hath taken bribes of mee, yet couertlyWill sell away the thing pertaines to mee:But I haue found a present helpe I hope,For to preuent his purpose and deceit:1220Stay gentle friend.Slip.A good word, thou haste won me,This word is like a warme candle to a colde stomacke.Bar.Sirra wilt thou for mony and reward,Conuay me certaine letters out of hand,From out thy maisters pocket.Slip.Will I sir, why, were it to rob my father, hangmy mother, or any such like trifles, I am at yourcommaundement sir, what will you giue me sir?S. Bar.A hundreth pounds.1230Slip.I am your man, giue me earnest, I am dead at a pocketsir, why I am a lifter maister, by my occupation.S. Bar.A lifter, what is that?Slip.Why sir, I can lift a pot as well as any man, and picke apurse assoone as any theefe in my countrie.S. Bar.Why fellow hold, heere is earnest,Ten pound to assure thee, go dispatch,And bring it me to yonder Tauerne thou seest,And assure thy selfe thou shalt both haueThy skin full of wine, and the rest of thy mony.1240Slip.I will sir. Now roome for a Gentleman, my maisters,who giues mee mony for a faire new Angell, a trimme newAngell?Exeunt.Enter Andrew and Purueyer.III. ii.Pur.Sirrha, I must needes haue your maisters horses,The king cannot bee vnserued.And.Sirrha you must needs go without them,Because my Maister must be serued.Pur.Why I am the kings Purueyer,1250And I tell thee I will haue them.And.I amAteukinsseruant, SigniorAndrew,And I say thou shalt not haue them.Pur.Heeres my ticket, denie it if thou darst.And.There is the stable, fetch them out if thou darst.Pur.Sirrha, sirrha, tame your tongue, least I make you.And.Sirrha, sirrha, hold your hand, least I bum you.Pur.I tell thee, thy Maisters geldings are good,And therefore fit for the king.An.I tell thee, my Maisters horses haue gald backes,1260And therefore cannot fit the King.Purueyr, Purueyer, puruey thee of more wit, darst thou presumeto wrong my LordAteukins, being the chiefest man inCourt.Pur.The more vnhappie Common-weale,Where flatterers are chiefe in Court.And.What sayest thou?Pur.I say thon art too presumptuous,And the officers shall schoole thee.And.A figge for them and thee Purueyer,1270They seeke a knot in a ring, that would wrongMy maister or his seruants in this Court.Enter Iaques.Pur.The world is at a wise passe,When Nobilitie is a fraid of a flatterer.Iaq.Sirrha, what be you that parley, contra Monsieur myLordAteukin,en bonne foy, prate you against syrAltesse, meemaka your test to leap from your shoulders, per ma foy cy fereie.And.Oh signior Captaine, you shewe your selfe a forward1280and friendly Gentleman in my Maisters behalfe, I will causehim to thanke you.Iaq.Poultronspeake me one parola against my bon Gentilhome,I shal estrampe your guttes, and thumpe your backa,that you no poynt mannage this tenne ours.Pur.Sirrha come open me the stable,And let mee haue the horses:And fellow, for all your French bragges I will doo my dutie.And.Ile make garters of thy guttes,Thou villaine if thou enter this office.1290Iaq.Mort lieu, take me that cappaPour nostre labeur, be gonne villein in the mort.Pur.What will you resist mee then?Well the Councell fellow, Shall know of your insolency.Exit.Andr.Tell them what thou wilt, and eate that I can bestspare from my backe partes, and get you gone with a vengeance.Enter Gnato.Ateu.Andrew.1300Andr.Sir.Ateu.Where be my writings I put in my pocket last night.Andr.Which sir, your annoations vpon Matchauell?Ateu.No sir, the letters pattents for east spring.An.Why sir you talk wonders to me, if you ask that questiõ.Ateu.Yea sir, and wil work wonders too, which you vnlesseyou finde them out, villaine search me them out and bring thẽme, or thou art but dead.Andr.A terrible word in the latter end of a sessions. Masterwere you in your right wits yesternight?1310Ateu.Doest thou doubt it?Andr.I and why not sir, for the greatest Clarkes are not thewisest, and a foole may dance in a hood, as wel as a wise man ina bare frock: besides such as giue themselues toPlulantia, as youdo maister, are so cholericke of complection, that that whichthey burne in fire ouer night, they seeke for with furie thenext morning. Ah I take care of your worship, this common-wealeshould haue a great losse of so good a member as youare.Ateu.Thou flatterest me.1320Andr.Is it flatterie in me sir to speake you faire?What is it then in you to dallie with the King?Ateu.Are you prating knaue,I will teach you bettet nurture?Is this the care you haue of my wardrop?Of my accounts, and matters of trust?Andr.Why alasse sir, in times past your garments hauebeene so well inhabited, as your Tenants woulde giue noplace to a Moathe to mangle them, but since youare growne greater and your Garments more fine and gaye,1330if your garments are not fit for hospitallitie, blame your pride,and commend my cleanlinesse: as for yout writings, I am notfor them, nor they for mee.Ateu.Villaine go, flie, finde them out:If thou loosest them, thou loosest my credit.And.Alasse sir? can I loose that you neuer had.Ateu.Say you so, then hold feel you that you neuer felt.Ia.Oh Monsieur, aies patient, pardon your pouure vallet,Me bee at your commaundement.Ateu.SigniorIaqueswel met, you shall commaund me,1340Sirra go cause my writings be proclamed in the Market place,Promise a great reward to them that findes them,Looke where I supt and euery where.And.I will sir, now are two knaues well met, and three wellparted, if you conceiue mine enigma, Gentlemen what shal Ibee then, faith a plaine harpe shilling.Exeunt.Ateu.Sieur Iaques, this our happy meeting hides,Your friends and me, of care and greeuous toyle,For I that looke into deserts of men,And see among the souldiers in this court,1350A noble forward minde, and iudge thereof,Cannot but seeke the meanes to raise them vp:Who merrit credite in the Common-weale.To this intent friendIaqueI haue foundA meanes to make you great, and well esteemd,Both with the king, and with the best in Court:For I espie in you a valiant minde,Which makes mee loue, admire, and honour you:To this intent (if so your trust and faith,Your secrecie be equall with your force)1360I will impart a seruice to thy selfe,Which if thou doest effect, the King, my selfe,And what or hee, and I with him can worke,Shall be imployd in what thou wilt desire.Iaq.Me sweara by my ten bones, my singniar, to be loyal toyour Lordships intents, affaires, ye my monsignieur,qui nonfera ic pour. Yea pleasure?By my sworda me be no babie Lords.Ateu.Then hoping one thy truth, I prithe see,How kindeAteukinis to forward mee,1370Hold take this earnest pennie of my loue.And marke my words, the King by me requires,No slender seruiceIaquesat thy hands.Thou must by privie practise make a way,The Queene faireDoretheaas she sleepes:Or how thou wilt, so she be done to death:Thou shalt not want promotion heare in Court.Iaq.Stabba the woman, per ma foy, monsignieur, me thrustamy weapon into her belle, so me may be gard per le roy.Mee de your seruice.1380But me no be hanged pur my labor.Ateu.Thou shalt haue warrantIaquesfrom the King,None shall outface, gainsay and wrong my friend.Do not I loue theeIaques? feare not then,I tell thee who so toucheth thee in ought,Shall iniure me, I loue, I tender thee:Thou art a subiect fit to serue his grace,Iaques, I had a written warrant once,But that by great misfortune late is lost,Come wend we to S.Andrewes, where his grace1390Is now in progresse, where he shall assureThy safetie, and confirme thee to the act.Iaques.We will attend your noblenesse.Exeunt.Enter Sir Bartram, Dorothea, the Queene,III. iii.Nano, Lord Ross. Ladiesattendants.Doro.Thy crediteBartramin the Scottish Court,,Thy reuerend yeares, the stricknesse of thy vowes,All these are meanes sufficient to perswade,1400But loue the faithfull lincke of loyall hearts,That hath possession of my constant minde,Exiles all dread, subdueth vaine supect,Me thinks no craft should harbour in that brest,Where Maiestie and vertue is mstaled:Me thinke my beautie should not cause my death.Bar.How gladly soueraigne Princesse would I erre,And binde my shame to saue your royall life:Tis Princely in your selfe to thinke the best,To hope his grace is guiltlesse of this crime,1410But if in due preuention you default,How blinde are you that were forwarnd before.Doro.Suspition without cause deserueth blame.Bar.Who sees, and shunne not harmes, deserue the same:Beholde the tenor of this traiterous plot.Doro.What should I reade? Perhappes he wrote it not.Bar.Heere is his warrant vnder seale and signe,ToIaquesborne inFranceto murther you.Doro.Ah carelesse King, would God this were not thineWhat tho I reade? Ah should I thinke it true?1420Rosse.The hand and seale confirmes the deede is his.Doro.What know I tho, if now he thinketh this?Nauo.MadameLucretiusfaith, that to repent,Is shildish wisdome to preuent.Doro.What tho?Nano.Then cease your teares, that haue dismaid you,And crosse the foe before hee haue betrayed you.Bar.What needes this long suggestions in this cause?When euery circumstance confirmeth trueth:First let the hidden mercie from aboue,1430Confirme your grace, since by a wondrous meanes,The practise of your daungers came to light:Next let the tokens of appooued trueth,Gouerne and stay your thoughts, too much seduc’t,And marke the sooth, and listen the intent,Your highnesse knowes, and these my noble Lords,Can witnesse this, that whilest your husbands sirreIn happie peace possest the Scottish Crowne,I was his sworne attendant heere in Court,In daungerous sight I neuer fail’d my Lord.1440And since his death, and this your husbands raigne,No labour, dutie, haue I left vndone,To testifie my zeale vnto the Crowne:But now my limmes are weake, mine eyes are dim,Mine age vnweldie and vnmeete for toyle:I came to court in hope for seruice past,To gaine some lease to keepe me beeing olde,There found I all was vpsie turuy turnd,My friends displac’ff, the Nobles loth to craue,Then fought I to the minion of the King,1450Auteukin, who allured by a bribe,Assur’d me of the lease for which I fought:But see the craft, when he had got the graunt,He wrought to sell it to SirSiluester,In hope of greater earnings from his hands:In briefe, I learnt his craft, and wrought the meanes,By one his needie seruants for reward,To steale from out his pocket all the briefes,Which hee perform’d, and with reward resigndThem when I read (now marke the power of God)1460I found this warrant seald among the rest,To kill your grace, whom God long keepe aliue.Thus in effect, by wonder are you sau’d,Trifle not then, bnt seeke a speakie flight,God will conduct your steppes, and shield the right.Dor.What should I do, ah poore vnhappy Queen?Borne to indure what fortune can containe,Ah lasse the deed is too apparant now:But oh mine eyes were you as bent to hide,As my poore heart is forward to forgiue.1470Ah cruell king, my loue would thee acquite,Oh what auailes to be allied and matchtWith high estates that marry but in shewe?Were I baser borne, my meane estateCould warrant me from this impendent harme,But to be great and happie these are twaine.AhRossewhat shall I do, how shall I worke?Rosse.With speedie letters to your father send,Who will reuenge you, and defend your right.Dor.As if they kill not me, who with him fight?1480As if his brest be toucht, I am not wounded,As if he waild, my ioyes were not confounded:We are one heart, tho rent by hate in twaine:One soule, one essence doth our weale containe:What then can conquer him that kils not me?Rosse.If this aduice displease, then Madame flee.Dor.Where may I wend or trauel without feare?Na.Where not, in changing this attire you weare?Dor.What shall I clad me like a Country maide?Na.The pollicie is base I am affraide.1490Dor.WhyNano?Na.Aske you why? what may a QueeneMarch foorth in homely weede and be not seene?The Rose although in thornie shrubs she spread:Is still the Rose, her beauties waxe not dead.And noble mindes altho the coate be bare,Are by their semblance knowne, how great they areBar.The Dwarfe saith true.Dor.What garments likste thou than?Na.Such as may make you seeme a proper man.1500Dor.He makes me blush and smile, tho I am sad.Na.The meanest coat for safetie is not bad.Dor.What shall I iet in breeches like a squire?Alasse poore dwarfe, thy Mistresle is vnmeete.Na.Tut, go me thus, your cloake before your face,Your sword vpreard with queint & comely grace,If any come and question what you bee,Say you a man, and call for witnesse mee.Dor.What should I weare a sword, to what intent?Na.Madame for shewe, it is an ornament,1510If any wrong you, drawe a shining bladeWithdrawes a coward theese that would inuade.Dor.But if I strike, and hee should strike againe,What should I do? I feare I should bee slaine.Nano.No, take it single on your dagger so,Ile teach you Madame how to ward a blow.Do.How litle shapes much substance may include?SirBartram,Rosse, yee Ladies and my friends,Since presence yeelds me death, and absence life,Hence will I flie disguised like a squire,1520As one that seekes to liue in Itish warres,You gentleRosse, shal furnish my depart.Ross.Yea Prince, & die with you with all my hart,Vouchsafe me then in all extreamest states,To waight on you and serue you with my best.Dor.To me pertaines the woe, liue then in rest:Friends fare you well, keepe secret my depart,Nanoalone shall my attendant bee.Nan.Then Madame are you mand, I warrant ye,Giue me a sword, and if there grow debate,1530Ile come behinde, and breake your enemies pate.Ross.How sore wee greeue to part so soone away.Dor.Greeue not for those that perish if they stay.Nano.The time in words mispent, is litle woorth,Madam walke on, and let them bring vs foorth.Exeunt.Chorus.IV. Chor.Ent. Boha.So these sad motions makes the faire sleepe,And sleep hee shall in quiet and content,For it would make a marbell melt and weepe1540To see these treasons gainst the innocent:But since shee scapes by flight to saue her life,The king may chance repent she was his wife:The rest is ruthfull, yet to beguilde the time,Tis interlast with merriment and rime.Exeuut.Actus Quartus. Schena Prima.IV. i.After a noyse of hornes and showtings, enter certaineHuntsmen, if you please, singing one way: anotherway Ateukin and Iaques, Gnato.1550Ateu.Say Gentlemen, where may wee finde the king?Hunts.Euen heere at hand on hunting.And at this houre hee taken hath a stand,To kill a Deere.Ateu.A pleasant worke in hand,Follow your sport, and we will seeke his grace.Hunts.When such him seeke, it is a wofull case.Exeunt Huntsman one way, Ateu. and Iaq. another,Enter Eustace, Ida, and the Countesse.IV. ii.Count.LordEustace, as your youth & vertuous life,1560Deserues a faire, more faire and richer wife,So since I am a mother, and do witWhat wedlocke is, and that which longs to it,Before I meane my daughter to bestow,Twere meete that she and I your state did know.Eust.Madame if I considerIdaswoorth,I know my portions merrit none so faire,And yet I hold in farme and yearly rent,A thousand pound, which may her state content.Count.But what estate my Lord shall she possesse?1570Eust.All that is mine, graue Countesse & no lesse.ButIdawill you loue?Ida.I cannot hate.Eust.But will you wedde?Ida.Tis Greeke to mee my Lord,Ile wish you well, and thereon take my word.Eus.. Shall I some signe of fauour then receiue?Ida.I, if her Ladiship will giue me leaue.Count.Do what thou wilt.Ida.Then noble English Peere,1580Accept this ring, wherein my heart is set,A constant heart, with burning flames befret:But vnder written this:O morte dura:Heereon when so you looke with eyesPura,The maide you fancie most will fauour you.Eust.Ile trie this heart, in hope to finde it true.Enter certaine Huntsmen and ladies.Hunts.Widdowe Countesse well ymet,Euer may thy ioyes bee many,GentleIdafaire beset,1590Faire and wise, not fairer any:Frolike Huntsmen of the game,Willes you well, and giues you greeting.Ida.Thanks good Woodman for the same,And our sport and merrie meeting.Hunts.Vnto thee we do present,Siluer heart with arrow wounded.Eust.This doth shadow my lament,Both feare and loue confounded.Ladies.To the mother of the mayde,1600Faire as th’lillies, red as roses,Euen so many goods are saide,As her selfe in heart supposes.Count.What are you friends, that thus doth wish vs wel?Hunts.Your neighbours nigh, that haue on hunting beene,Who vnderstanding of your walking foorth,Prepare this traine to entertaine you with,This LadieDouglas, this SirEgmondis.Count.Welcome ye Ladies, and thousand thanks for this,Come enter you a homely widdowes house,1610And if mine entertainment please you let vs feast.Hunts.A louely ladie neuer wants a guest.Exeunt Manet, Eustace, Ida.Eust.Stay gentleIda, tell me what you deeme,What doth this hast, this tender heart beseeme?Ida.Why not my Lord, since nature teacheth art,To sencelesse beastes to cure their greeuous smart.Dictanumserues to close the wound againe.Eust.What helpe for those that loue?Ida.Why loue againe.1620Eust.Were I the Hart,Ida.Then I the hearbe would bee.You shall not die for help, come follow me.Exeunt.Enter Andrew and Iaques.IV. iii.Iaq.Mon Deiu, whatmalheurebe this, me come a the chamber,SigniorAndrew,Mon Deiu, taka mypoinyard en mon maine,to giue theEstocadeto theDamoisella, per ma foy, there wasno person, elle cest en alle.And.The woorse luckeIaques, but because I am thy friend1630I will aduise the somewhat towards the attainement of thegallowes.Iaq.Gallowes, what be that?An.Marrie sir, a place of great promotion, where thou shaltby one turne aboue ground, rid the world of a knaue, & makea goodly ensample for all bloodie villaines of thy profession.Que ditte vous, Monsieur Andrew?And.I sayIaques, thou must keep this path, and high thee,for the Q. as I am certified, is departed with her dwarfe, apparelledlike a squire, ouertake her Frenchman, stab her, Ile1640promise thee this dubblet shall be happy.Iaq.Purquoy?And.It shall serue a iolle Gentleman,SirDominus MonsigniorHangman.Iaq.Cest tout,vnme willrama pour le monoy.And.Go, and the rot consume thee? Oh what a trim worldis this? My maister lius by cousoning the king, I by fllatteringhim:Slippermy fellow by stealing: and I by lying: is not thisa wylie accord, Gentlemen. This last night our iolly horsekeeperbeeing well stept in licor, confessed to me the stealing ofmy Maisters writings, and his great reward: now dare I not1650bewraye him, least he discouer my knauerie, but thus haue Iwrought: I vnderstand he will passe this way, to prouide himnecessaries, but if I and my fellowes faile not, wee will teachhim such a lesson, as shall cost him a chiefe place on pennilessebench for his labour: but yond he comes.Enter Slipper with a Tailor, a Shoomaker, and a Cutler.Slip.Taylor.Tayl.Sir.Slip.Let my dubblet bee white Northren, fiue groates theyard, I tell thee I will bee braue.Tayl.It shall sir.1660Slip.Now sir, cut it me like the battlements of a Custerd,ful of round holes: edge me the sleeues with Couentry-blew,and let the lynings bee of tenpenny locorum.Tayl.Very good sir.Slip.Make it the amorous cut, a flappe before.Tayl.And why so? that fashion is stale.Slip.Oh friend, thou art a simple fellow, I tell thee, a flap isa great friend to a storrie, it stands him in stead of cleane napery,and if a mans shert bee torne, it is a present penthouse todefend him from a cleane huswifes scoffe.1670Tay.You say sooth sir.Slip.Holde take thy mony, there is seuen shillings for thedubblet, and eight for the breeches, seuen and eight, birladiethirtie sixe is a faire deale of mony.Tayl.Farwell sir.Slip.Nay but stay Taylor.Tayl.Why sir?Slipper.Forget not this speciall mate,Let my back parts bee well linde,For there come many winter stormes from a windie bellie,1680I tell thee Shoo-maker.Shoe-ma.Gentleman what shoo will it please you to haue?Slip.A fine neate calues leather my friend.Shoo.Oh sir, that is too thin, it will not last you.Slip.I tell thee, it is my neer kinsman, for I amSlipper, whichhath his best grace in summer to bee suted in lakus skins,Guidwife Clarke was my Grandmother, and Goodman Neatherleathermine Vnckle, but my mother good woman. Alas,she was a Spaniard, and being wel tande and drest by a good-fellow,an Englishman, is growne to some wealth: as when I1690haue but my vpper parts, clad in her husbands costlie Spannishleather, I may bee bold to kisse the fayrest Ladies footein this contrey.Shoo.You are of high birth sir,But haue you all your mothers markes on you?Slip.Why knaue?Shoomaker.Because if thou come of the bloud of theSlippers,you should haue a Shoomakers Alle thrust through youreare.Exit.1700Slip.Take your earnest friend and be packing,And meddle not with my progenatorsCutler.Cutler.Heare sir.Slip.I must haue a Rapier and Dagger.Cutler.A Rapier and Dagger you meane sir?Slipper.Thou saiest true, but it must haue a verie faire edge,Cutler.Why so sir?Slip.Because it may cut by himselfe, for trulie my freende,I am a man of peace, and weare weapons but for facion.Cutler.Well sir, giue me earnest I will fit you.1710Slip.Hold take it, I betrust thee friend, let me be wel armed.Cutler.You shall.Exit Cutler.Slip.Nowe what remaines? theres twentie Crownes for ahouse, three crownes for houshol stuffe, six pence to buie aConstables staffe: nay I will be the chiefe of my parish, therewants nothing but a wench, a cat, a dog, a wife and a seruant, tomake an hole familie, shall I marrie withAlice, good mãGrimshauesdaughter, shee is faire, but indeede her tongue is likeClocks on Shrouetuesday, alwaies out of temper? shall I wedSisleyof the Whightõ? Ohn, o she is like a frog in a parcely bed,1720as scittish as an ele, if I seek to hãper her, she wil horne me: buta wench must be had maisterSlip. Yea and shal be deer friend.And.I now wil driue him from his contemplations. Oh mymates come forward, the lamb is vnpent, the fox shal preuaile.Enter three Antiques, who dance round, and takeSlipper with them.Slip.I will my freend, and I thanke you heartilie, pray keepeyour curtesie, I am yours in the way of an hornepipe, theyare strangers, I see they vnderstand not my language, weewee.1730VVhilest they are dauncing, Andrew takes away his money,and the other Antiques depart.Slip.Nay but my friends, one hornpipe, further a refluencebacke, and two doubles forward: what not one crosse point againstSundayes. What ho sirrha, you gone, you with the noselike an Eagle, and you be a right greeke, one turne more,theeues theeues, I am robd theeues. Is this the knauerie of Fidlers?Well, I will then binde the hole credit of their occupatiõon a bagpiper, and he for my money, but I will after, andteach them to caper in a halter, that haue cousoned me of my1740money.Exeunt.EnterNano, Dorothea,in mans apparell.IV. iv.Doro.AhNano, I am wearie of these weedes,Wearie to weeld this weapon that I bare:Wearie of loue, from whom my woe proceedes.Wearie of toyle, since I haue lost my deare,O wearie life, where wanted no distresse,But euery thought is paide with heauinesse.Na.Too much of wearie madame, if you please,1750Sit downe, let wearie dye, and take your ease.Dorot.How looke INanolike a man or no?Nano.If not a man, yet like a manlie shrowe.Doro.If any come and meete vs on the way,What should we do if they inforce vs stay.Na.Set cap a huffe, and challenge him the field,Suppose the worst, the weake may fight to yeeld.Dorot.The battaileNanoin this troubled minde,Is farre more fierce then euer we may finde.The bodies wounds by medicines may be eased,1760But griefes of mindes, by salues are not appealed.Na.Say Madame, will you heare yourNanosing?Dor.Of woe good boy, but of no other thing:Na.What if I sing of fancie will it please?Dor.To such as hope successe, such noats breede ease.Na.What if I sing likeDamonto my sheepe?Dor.LikePhillisI will sit me downe to weepe.Na.Nay since my songs afford such pleasure small,Ile sit me downe, and sing you none at all.Doro.Oh be not angrieNano.1770Nano.Nay you loath,To thinke on that, which doth content vs both.Doro.And how?Nano.You scorne desport when you are wearie,And loath my mirth, who liue to make you merry.Doro.Danger and fear withdraw me from delight.Na.Tis vertue to contemne fals Fortunes spight.Do.What shuld I do to please thee friendly squire?Na.A smile a day, is all I will require:And if you pay me well the smiles you owe me,1780Ile kill this cursed care, or else beshrowe me.Doug.We are descried, ohManowe are dead.Enter Iaques his sword drawne.Nano.Tut yet you walk, you are not dead indeed,Drawe me your sword, if he your way withstand.Do.And I will seeke for rescue out of hand,RunNanorunne, preuent thy Princes death.Na.Feare not, ile run all danger out of breath.Iaq.Ah youcalletta, youstrumpet,ta Matressa Doretie este, voussurpriuscome say your pater noster,car vous est mort par ma foy1790Do.Callet,me strumpet,Catiueas thou artBut euen a Princesse borne, who scorne thy threats.Shall neuer French man say, an English mayd,Of threats of forraine force will be afraid.Iaq.You nodire vostre prieges, vrbleme merchants famme,guardayourbresta, there me make you die on my morglay,Doro.God sheeld me haplesse princes and a wife.They fight, and shee is sore wounded.And saue my soule, altho I loose my life.Ah I am slaine, some piteous power repay,1800This murtherers cursed deed, that doth me stay.Iaq.Elle est tout mort, me will runnepura wager, for feare mebesurpryesandpendufor my labour. Be inIe meu alera au royauy cits me affaires, Ie serra vn chiualier, for this daies trauaile.Exit.EnterNano, S. Cutbert Anderson,his sword drawne.S. Cutb.Where is this poore distressed gentleman?Nano.Here laid on ground, and wounded to the death.1810Ah gentle heart, how are these beautious lookes,Dimd by the tyrant cruelties of death:Oh wearie soule, breake thou from forth my brest,And ioyne thee with the soule I honoured most.S. Cut.Leaue mourning friend, the man is yet aliue,Some helpe me to conuey him to my house:There will I see him carefully recured,And send priuie search to catch the murtherer.Nano.The God of heauen reward the curteous knight.Exeunt.And they beare outDorothea.1820Enter the King of Scots,Iaques,Ateukin,Andrew,IaquesIV. v.running with his swoord one way, the King with histraine an other way.K. of S.StayIaques, feare not, sheath thy murthering blade:Loe here thy King and friends are come abroad,To saue thee from the terrors of pursuite:What is she dead?Iaq.Wee Monsieur, elle is blesse per lake teste, oues les espanles,I warrant she no trouble you.Ateu.Oh then my liege, how happie art thou growne,1830How fauoured of the heauens, and blest by loue:Mee thinkes I see faireIdain thine armes,Crauing remission for her late attempt,Mee thinke I see her blushing steale a kisse:Vniting both your soules by such a sweete,And you my King suck Nectar from her lips.Why then delaies your grace to gaine the restYou long desired? why loose we forward time?Write, make me spokesman now, vow marriage,If she deny your fauour let me die.1840Andr.Mightie and magnificent potentate, giue credence tomine honorable good Lord, for I heard the Midwife sweare athis natiuitie, that the Faieries gaue him the propertie of theThracian stone, for who toucheth it, is exempted from griefe,and he that heareth my Maisters counsell, is alreadle possessedof happinesse: nay which is more myraculous, as the Nobleman in his infancie lay in his Cradle, a swarme of Bees laid honeyon his lippes, in token of his eloquence.For melle dulcierfluit oratio.Ateu.Your grace must beare with imperfections:1850This is exceeding loue that makes him speake.K. of S.AteukinI am rauisht in conceit,And yet deprest againe with earnest thoughts,Me thinkes this murther soundeth in mine eare,A threatning noyse of dire and sharp reuenge.I am incenst with greefe, yet faine would ioy,What may I do to end me of these doubts?Ateu.Why Prince it is no murther in a King,To end an others life to saue his owne,For you are not as common people bee.1860Who die and perish with a fewe mans teares,But if you faile, the state doth whole defaultThe Realme is rent in twaine, in such alosse,AndAristotleholdeth this for true,Of euills needs we must chuse the least,Then better were it, that a woman died,Then all the helpe ofScotlandshould be blent,Tis pollicie my liege, in euerie state,To cut off members that disturbe the head.And by corruption generation growes.1870And contraries maintaine the world and state.K. of S.Enough I am confirmed,Ateukincome,Rid me of loue, and rid me of my greefe,Driue thou the tyrant from this tainted brest,Then may I triumph in the height of ioy,Go to mineIda, tell her that I vowe,To raise her head and make her honours great.Go to mineIda, tell her that her haires,Salbe embollished with orient pearles,And Crownes of Saphyrs compassing her browes,1880Shall weare with those sweete beauties of her eyes.Go to mineIda, tell her that my souleShall keepe her semblance closed in my brest,And I in touching of her milke-white mould,Will thinke me deified in such a grace:I like no stay, go write and I will signe.Reward meIaques, giue him store of Crowne.And sirrhaAndrew, scout thou here in Court:And bring me tydings if thou canst perceiueThe least intent of muttering in my traine,1890For either those that wrong thy Lord or thee,Shall suffer death.Exitthe King.Ateu.How much ô mightie king,Is thyAteukinbound to honour thee:Bowe theeAndrew, bend thine sturdie knees,Seest thou not here thine onely God on earth?Iaq.Mes on est mon argent Signior.Ateu.Come follow me, his graue I see is made,That thus on suddain he hath left vs here.ComeIaques, we wil haue our packet soone dispatcht1900And you shall be my mate vpon the way.Iaq.Come vous plera Monsieur.Exeunt.Andr.Was neuer such a world I thinke before,When sinners seeme to daunce within a net,The flatterer and the murtherer they grow big,By hooke or crooke promotion now is sought,In such a world where men are so missed,What should I do? but as the Prouerbe saith,Runne with the Hare, and hunt with the Hound.1910To haue two meanes, beseemes a wittie man:Now here in Court I may aspire and clime,By subtiltie for my maisters death.And if that faile, well fare an other drift:I will in secret certaine letters sendVnto the English King, and let him knowThe order of his daughters ouerthtow.That if my maister crack his credit here,As I am sure long flattery cannot hold,I may haue meanes within the English Court1920To scape the scourge that waits on bad aduice.Exit.
Enter Bohan with Obiron.III. Chor.3.Act.Boh.SoOberon, now it beginnes to worke in kinde,The auncient Lords by leauing him aliue,Disliking of his humors and respight,Lets him run headlong till his flatterers,Sweeting his thoughts of lucklesse lust,1170With vile perswations and alluring words,Makes him make way by murther to his will,Iudge fairie king, hast heard a greater ill?Ober.Nor send more vertue in a countrie mayd,I tell theBohanit doth make me merrie,To thinke the deeds the king meanes to performe.Boha.To change that humour stand and see the rest,I trow my sonneSlipperwill shewes a iest.Enter Slipper with a companion, bog, or wench, dauncing ahornpipe, and daunce out againe.1180Boha.Now after this beguiling of our thoughts,And changing them from sad to better glee,Lets to our sell, and sit and see thee rest,For I beleeue this Iig will prooue no iest.Exeunt.Chorus Actus 3. Schena Prima.III. i.Enter Slipper one way, and S. Bartram another way.Bar.Ho fellow, stay and let me speake with thee.Sli.Fellow, frend thou doest disbuse me, I am a Gentlemã.Bar.A Gentleman, how so?Slip.Why I rub horses sir.1190Bar.And what of that?Sip.Oh simple witted, marke my reason, they that do goodseruice in the Common-weale are Gentlemen, but such as rubhorses do good seruice in the Common-weale, Ergo tarboxMaister Courtier, a Horse-keeper is a Gentleman.Bar.Heere is ouermuch wit in good earnest:But sirrha where is thy Maister?Slip.Neither aboue ground nor vnder ground,Drawing out red into white,Swallowing that downe without chawing,1200That was neuer made without treading.Bar.Why where is hee then?Slip.Why in his seller, drinking a cup of neate and briskeclaret, in a boule of siluer: Oh sir the wine runnes trillill downhis throat, which cost the poore viutnerd many a stampe beforeit was made: but I must hence sir, I haue haste.Bar.Why whither now I prithee?Slip.Faith sir, to SirSiluestera Knight hard by, vppon myMaisters arrand, whom I must certifie this, that the lease ofEst Springshall bee confirmed, and therefore must I bid him1210prouide trash, for my Maister is no friend without mony.Bar.This is the thing for which I sued so long,This is the lease which I byGuatoesmeanes,Sought to possesse by pattent from the King:But hee iniurious man, who liues by crafts,And selles kings fauours for who will giue most,Hath taken bribes of mee, yet couertlyWill sell away the thing pertaines to mee:But I haue found a present helpe I hope,For to preuent his purpose and deceit:1220Stay gentle friend.Slip.A good word, thou haste won me,This word is like a warme candle to a colde stomacke.Bar.Sirra wilt thou for mony and reward,Conuay me certaine letters out of hand,From out thy maisters pocket.Slip.Will I sir, why, were it to rob my father, hangmy mother, or any such like trifles, I am at yourcommaundement sir, what will you giue me sir?S. Bar.A hundreth pounds.1230Slip.I am your man, giue me earnest, I am dead at a pocketsir, why I am a lifter maister, by my occupation.S. Bar.A lifter, what is that?Slip.Why sir, I can lift a pot as well as any man, and picke apurse assoone as any theefe in my countrie.S. Bar.Why fellow hold, heere is earnest,Ten pound to assure thee, go dispatch,And bring it me to yonder Tauerne thou seest,And assure thy selfe thou shalt both haueThy skin full of wine, and the rest of thy mony.1240Slip.I will sir. Now roome for a Gentleman, my maisters,who giues mee mony for a faire new Angell, a trimme newAngell?Exeunt.Enter Andrew and Purueyer.III. ii.Pur.Sirrha, I must needes haue your maisters horses,The king cannot bee vnserued.And.Sirrha you must needs go without them,Because my Maister must be serued.Pur.Why I am the kings Purueyer,1250And I tell thee I will haue them.And.I amAteukinsseruant, SigniorAndrew,And I say thou shalt not haue them.Pur.Heeres my ticket, denie it if thou darst.And.There is the stable, fetch them out if thou darst.Pur.Sirrha, sirrha, tame your tongue, least I make you.And.Sirrha, sirrha, hold your hand, least I bum you.Pur.I tell thee, thy Maisters geldings are good,And therefore fit for the king.An.I tell thee, my Maisters horses haue gald backes,1260And therefore cannot fit the King.Purueyr, Purueyer, puruey thee of more wit, darst thou presumeto wrong my LordAteukins, being the chiefest man inCourt.Pur.The more vnhappie Common-weale,Where flatterers are chiefe in Court.And.What sayest thou?Pur.I say thon art too presumptuous,And the officers shall schoole thee.And.A figge for them and thee Purueyer,1270They seeke a knot in a ring, that would wrongMy maister or his seruants in this Court.Enter Iaques.Pur.The world is at a wise passe,When Nobilitie is a fraid of a flatterer.Iaq.Sirrha, what be you that parley, contra Monsieur myLordAteukin,en bonne foy, prate you against syrAltesse, meemaka your test to leap from your shoulders, per ma foy cy fereie.And.Oh signior Captaine, you shewe your selfe a forward1280and friendly Gentleman in my Maisters behalfe, I will causehim to thanke you.Iaq.Poultronspeake me one parola against my bon Gentilhome,I shal estrampe your guttes, and thumpe your backa,that you no poynt mannage this tenne ours.Pur.Sirrha come open me the stable,And let mee haue the horses:And fellow, for all your French bragges I will doo my dutie.And.Ile make garters of thy guttes,Thou villaine if thou enter this office.1290Iaq.Mort lieu, take me that cappaPour nostre labeur, be gonne villein in the mort.Pur.What will you resist mee then?Well the Councell fellow, Shall know of your insolency.Exit.Andr.Tell them what thou wilt, and eate that I can bestspare from my backe partes, and get you gone with a vengeance.Enter Gnato.Ateu.Andrew.1300Andr.Sir.Ateu.Where be my writings I put in my pocket last night.Andr.Which sir, your annoations vpon Matchauell?Ateu.No sir, the letters pattents for east spring.An.Why sir you talk wonders to me, if you ask that questiõ.Ateu.Yea sir, and wil work wonders too, which you vnlesseyou finde them out, villaine search me them out and bring thẽme, or thou art but dead.Andr.A terrible word in the latter end of a sessions. Masterwere you in your right wits yesternight?1310Ateu.Doest thou doubt it?Andr.I and why not sir, for the greatest Clarkes are not thewisest, and a foole may dance in a hood, as wel as a wise man ina bare frock: besides such as giue themselues toPlulantia, as youdo maister, are so cholericke of complection, that that whichthey burne in fire ouer night, they seeke for with furie thenext morning. Ah I take care of your worship, this common-wealeshould haue a great losse of so good a member as youare.Ateu.Thou flatterest me.1320Andr.Is it flatterie in me sir to speake you faire?What is it then in you to dallie with the King?Ateu.Are you prating knaue,I will teach you bettet nurture?Is this the care you haue of my wardrop?Of my accounts, and matters of trust?Andr.Why alasse sir, in times past your garments hauebeene so well inhabited, as your Tenants woulde giue noplace to a Moathe to mangle them, but since youare growne greater and your Garments more fine and gaye,1330if your garments are not fit for hospitallitie, blame your pride,and commend my cleanlinesse: as for yout writings, I am notfor them, nor they for mee.Ateu.Villaine go, flie, finde them out:If thou loosest them, thou loosest my credit.And.Alasse sir? can I loose that you neuer had.Ateu.Say you so, then hold feel you that you neuer felt.Ia.Oh Monsieur, aies patient, pardon your pouure vallet,Me bee at your commaundement.Ateu.SigniorIaqueswel met, you shall commaund me,1340Sirra go cause my writings be proclamed in the Market place,Promise a great reward to them that findes them,Looke where I supt and euery where.And.I will sir, now are two knaues well met, and three wellparted, if you conceiue mine enigma, Gentlemen what shal Ibee then, faith a plaine harpe shilling.Exeunt.Ateu.Sieur Iaques, this our happy meeting hides,Your friends and me, of care and greeuous toyle,For I that looke into deserts of men,And see among the souldiers in this court,1350A noble forward minde, and iudge thereof,Cannot but seeke the meanes to raise them vp:Who merrit credite in the Common-weale.To this intent friendIaqueI haue foundA meanes to make you great, and well esteemd,Both with the king, and with the best in Court:For I espie in you a valiant minde,Which makes mee loue, admire, and honour you:To this intent (if so your trust and faith,Your secrecie be equall with your force)1360I will impart a seruice to thy selfe,Which if thou doest effect, the King, my selfe,And what or hee, and I with him can worke,Shall be imployd in what thou wilt desire.Iaq.Me sweara by my ten bones, my singniar, to be loyal toyour Lordships intents, affaires, ye my monsignieur,qui nonfera ic pour. Yea pleasure?By my sworda me be no babie Lords.Ateu.Then hoping one thy truth, I prithe see,How kindeAteukinis to forward mee,1370Hold take this earnest pennie of my loue.And marke my words, the King by me requires,No slender seruiceIaquesat thy hands.Thou must by privie practise make a way,The Queene faireDoretheaas she sleepes:Or how thou wilt, so she be done to death:Thou shalt not want promotion heare in Court.Iaq.Stabba the woman, per ma foy, monsignieur, me thrustamy weapon into her belle, so me may be gard per le roy.Mee de your seruice.1380But me no be hanged pur my labor.Ateu.Thou shalt haue warrantIaquesfrom the King,None shall outface, gainsay and wrong my friend.Do not I loue theeIaques? feare not then,I tell thee who so toucheth thee in ought,Shall iniure me, I loue, I tender thee:Thou art a subiect fit to serue his grace,Iaques, I had a written warrant once,But that by great misfortune late is lost,Come wend we to S.Andrewes, where his grace1390Is now in progresse, where he shall assureThy safetie, and confirme thee to the act.Iaques.We will attend your noblenesse.Exeunt.Enter Sir Bartram, Dorothea, the Queene,III. iii.Nano, Lord Ross. Ladiesattendants.Doro.Thy crediteBartramin the Scottish Court,,Thy reuerend yeares, the stricknesse of thy vowes,All these are meanes sufficient to perswade,1400But loue the faithfull lincke of loyall hearts,That hath possession of my constant minde,Exiles all dread, subdueth vaine supect,Me thinks no craft should harbour in that brest,Where Maiestie and vertue is mstaled:Me thinke my beautie should not cause my death.Bar.How gladly soueraigne Princesse would I erre,And binde my shame to saue your royall life:Tis Princely in your selfe to thinke the best,To hope his grace is guiltlesse of this crime,1410But if in due preuention you default,How blinde are you that were forwarnd before.Doro.Suspition without cause deserueth blame.Bar.Who sees, and shunne not harmes, deserue the same:Beholde the tenor of this traiterous plot.Doro.What should I reade? Perhappes he wrote it not.Bar.Heere is his warrant vnder seale and signe,ToIaquesborne inFranceto murther you.Doro.Ah carelesse King, would God this were not thineWhat tho I reade? Ah should I thinke it true?1420Rosse.The hand and seale confirmes the deede is his.Doro.What know I tho, if now he thinketh this?Nauo.MadameLucretiusfaith, that to repent,Is shildish wisdome to preuent.Doro.What tho?Nano.Then cease your teares, that haue dismaid you,And crosse the foe before hee haue betrayed you.Bar.What needes this long suggestions in this cause?When euery circumstance confirmeth trueth:First let the hidden mercie from aboue,1430Confirme your grace, since by a wondrous meanes,The practise of your daungers came to light:Next let the tokens of appooued trueth,Gouerne and stay your thoughts, too much seduc’t,And marke the sooth, and listen the intent,Your highnesse knowes, and these my noble Lords,Can witnesse this, that whilest your husbands sirreIn happie peace possest the Scottish Crowne,I was his sworne attendant heere in Court,In daungerous sight I neuer fail’d my Lord.1440And since his death, and this your husbands raigne,No labour, dutie, haue I left vndone,To testifie my zeale vnto the Crowne:But now my limmes are weake, mine eyes are dim,Mine age vnweldie and vnmeete for toyle:I came to court in hope for seruice past,To gaine some lease to keepe me beeing olde,There found I all was vpsie turuy turnd,My friends displac’ff, the Nobles loth to craue,Then fought I to the minion of the King,1450Auteukin, who allured by a bribe,Assur’d me of the lease for which I fought:But see the craft, when he had got the graunt,He wrought to sell it to SirSiluester,In hope of greater earnings from his hands:In briefe, I learnt his craft, and wrought the meanes,By one his needie seruants for reward,To steale from out his pocket all the briefes,Which hee perform’d, and with reward resigndThem when I read (now marke the power of God)1460I found this warrant seald among the rest,To kill your grace, whom God long keepe aliue.Thus in effect, by wonder are you sau’d,Trifle not then, bnt seeke a speakie flight,God will conduct your steppes, and shield the right.Dor.What should I do, ah poore vnhappy Queen?Borne to indure what fortune can containe,Ah lasse the deed is too apparant now:But oh mine eyes were you as bent to hide,As my poore heart is forward to forgiue.1470Ah cruell king, my loue would thee acquite,Oh what auailes to be allied and matchtWith high estates that marry but in shewe?Were I baser borne, my meane estateCould warrant me from this impendent harme,But to be great and happie these are twaine.AhRossewhat shall I do, how shall I worke?Rosse.With speedie letters to your father send,Who will reuenge you, and defend your right.Dor.As if they kill not me, who with him fight?1480As if his brest be toucht, I am not wounded,As if he waild, my ioyes were not confounded:We are one heart, tho rent by hate in twaine:One soule, one essence doth our weale containe:What then can conquer him that kils not me?Rosse.If this aduice displease, then Madame flee.Dor.Where may I wend or trauel without feare?Na.Where not, in changing this attire you weare?Dor.What shall I clad me like a Country maide?Na.The pollicie is base I am affraide.1490Dor.WhyNano?Na.Aske you why? what may a QueeneMarch foorth in homely weede and be not seene?The Rose although in thornie shrubs she spread:Is still the Rose, her beauties waxe not dead.And noble mindes altho the coate be bare,Are by their semblance knowne, how great they areBar.The Dwarfe saith true.Dor.What garments likste thou than?Na.Such as may make you seeme a proper man.1500Dor.He makes me blush and smile, tho I am sad.Na.The meanest coat for safetie is not bad.Dor.What shall I iet in breeches like a squire?Alasse poore dwarfe, thy Mistresle is vnmeete.Na.Tut, go me thus, your cloake before your face,Your sword vpreard with queint & comely grace,If any come and question what you bee,Say you a man, and call for witnesse mee.Dor.What should I weare a sword, to what intent?Na.Madame for shewe, it is an ornament,1510If any wrong you, drawe a shining bladeWithdrawes a coward theese that would inuade.Dor.But if I strike, and hee should strike againe,What should I do? I feare I should bee slaine.Nano.No, take it single on your dagger so,Ile teach you Madame how to ward a blow.Do.How litle shapes much substance may include?SirBartram,Rosse, yee Ladies and my friends,Since presence yeelds me death, and absence life,Hence will I flie disguised like a squire,1520As one that seekes to liue in Itish warres,You gentleRosse, shal furnish my depart.Ross.Yea Prince, & die with you with all my hart,Vouchsafe me then in all extreamest states,To waight on you and serue you with my best.Dor.To me pertaines the woe, liue then in rest:Friends fare you well, keepe secret my depart,Nanoalone shall my attendant bee.Nan.Then Madame are you mand, I warrant ye,Giue me a sword, and if there grow debate,1530Ile come behinde, and breake your enemies pate.Ross.How sore wee greeue to part so soone away.Dor.Greeue not for those that perish if they stay.Nano.The time in words mispent, is litle woorth,Madam walke on, and let them bring vs foorth.Exeunt.
Enter Bohan with Obiron.III. Chor.3.Act.Boh.SoOberon, now it beginnes to worke in kinde,The auncient Lords by leauing him aliue,Disliking of his humors and respight,Lets him run headlong till his flatterers,Sweeting his thoughts of lucklesse lust,1170With vile perswations and alluring words,Makes him make way by murther to his will,Iudge fairie king, hast heard a greater ill?Ober.Nor send more vertue in a countrie mayd,I tell theBohanit doth make me merrie,To thinke the deeds the king meanes to performe.Boha.To change that humour stand and see the rest,I trow my sonneSlipperwill shewes a iest.Enter Slipper with a companion, bog, or wench, dauncing ahornpipe, and daunce out againe.1180Boha.Now after this beguiling of our thoughts,And changing them from sad to better glee,Lets to our sell, and sit and see thee rest,For I beleeue this Iig will prooue no iest.Exeunt.
Enter Bohan with Obiron.III. Chor.
3.Act.
Boh.SoOberon, now it beginnes to worke in kinde,The auncient Lords by leauing him aliue,Disliking of his humors and respight,Lets him run headlong till his flatterers,Sweeting his thoughts of lucklesse lust,1170With vile perswations and alluring words,Makes him make way by murther to his will,Iudge fairie king, hast heard a greater ill?
Ober.Nor send more vertue in a countrie mayd,I tell theBohanit doth make me merrie,To thinke the deeds the king meanes to performe.
Boha.To change that humour stand and see the rest,I trow my sonneSlipperwill shewes a iest.
Enter Slipper with a companion, bog, or wench, dauncing ahornpipe, and daunce out againe.1180
Boha.Now after this beguiling of our thoughts,And changing them from sad to better glee,Lets to our sell, and sit and see thee rest,For I beleeue this Iig will prooue no iest.Exeunt.
Chorus Actus 3. Schena Prima.III. i.Enter Slipper one way, and S. Bartram another way.Bar.Ho fellow, stay and let me speake with thee.Sli.Fellow, frend thou doest disbuse me, I am a Gentlemã.Bar.A Gentleman, how so?Slip.Why I rub horses sir.1190Bar.And what of that?Sip.Oh simple witted, marke my reason, they that do goodseruice in the Common-weale are Gentlemen, but such as rubhorses do good seruice in the Common-weale, Ergo tarboxMaister Courtier, a Horse-keeper is a Gentleman.Bar.Heere is ouermuch wit in good earnest:But sirrha where is thy Maister?Slip.Neither aboue ground nor vnder ground,Drawing out red into white,Swallowing that downe without chawing,1200That was neuer made without treading.Bar.Why where is hee then?Slip.Why in his seller, drinking a cup of neate and briskeclaret, in a boule of siluer: Oh sir the wine runnes trillill downhis throat, which cost the poore viutnerd many a stampe beforeit was made: but I must hence sir, I haue haste.Bar.Why whither now I prithee?Slip.Faith sir, to SirSiluestera Knight hard by, vppon myMaisters arrand, whom I must certifie this, that the lease ofEst Springshall bee confirmed, and therefore must I bid him1210prouide trash, for my Maister is no friend without mony.Bar.This is the thing for which I sued so long,This is the lease which I byGuatoesmeanes,Sought to possesse by pattent from the King:But hee iniurious man, who liues by crafts,And selles kings fauours for who will giue most,Hath taken bribes of mee, yet couertlyWill sell away the thing pertaines to mee:But I haue found a present helpe I hope,For to preuent his purpose and deceit:1220Stay gentle friend.Slip.A good word, thou haste won me,This word is like a warme candle to a colde stomacke.Bar.Sirra wilt thou for mony and reward,Conuay me certaine letters out of hand,From out thy maisters pocket.Slip.Will I sir, why, were it to rob my father, hangmy mother, or any such like trifles, I am at yourcommaundement sir, what will you giue me sir?S. Bar.A hundreth pounds.1230Slip.I am your man, giue me earnest, I am dead at a pocketsir, why I am a lifter maister, by my occupation.S. Bar.A lifter, what is that?Slip.Why sir, I can lift a pot as well as any man, and picke apurse assoone as any theefe in my countrie.S. Bar.Why fellow hold, heere is earnest,Ten pound to assure thee, go dispatch,And bring it me to yonder Tauerne thou seest,And assure thy selfe thou shalt both haueThy skin full of wine, and the rest of thy mony.1240Slip.I will sir. Now roome for a Gentleman, my maisters,who giues mee mony for a faire new Angell, a trimme newAngell?Exeunt.
Chorus Actus 3. Schena Prima.III. i.
Enter Slipper one way, and S. Bartram another way.
Bar.Ho fellow, stay and let me speake with thee.
Sli.Fellow, frend thou doest disbuse me, I am a Gentlemã.
Bar.A Gentleman, how so?
Slip.Why I rub horses sir.1190
Bar.And what of that?
Sip.Oh simple witted, marke my reason, they that do goodseruice in the Common-weale are Gentlemen, but such as rubhorses do good seruice in the Common-weale, Ergo tarboxMaister Courtier, a Horse-keeper is a Gentleman.
Bar.Heere is ouermuch wit in good earnest:But sirrha where is thy Maister?
Slip.Neither aboue ground nor vnder ground,Drawing out red into white,Swallowing that downe without chawing,1200That was neuer made without treading.
Bar.Why where is hee then?
Slip.Why in his seller, drinking a cup of neate and briskeclaret, in a boule of siluer: Oh sir the wine runnes trillill downhis throat, which cost the poore viutnerd many a stampe beforeit was made: but I must hence sir, I haue haste.
Bar.Why whither now I prithee?
Slip.Faith sir, to SirSiluestera Knight hard by, vppon myMaisters arrand, whom I must certifie this, that the lease ofEst Springshall bee confirmed, and therefore must I bid him1210prouide trash, for my Maister is no friend without mony.
Bar.This is the thing for which I sued so long,This is the lease which I byGuatoesmeanes,Sought to possesse by pattent from the King:But hee iniurious man, who liues by crafts,And selles kings fauours for who will giue most,Hath taken bribes of mee, yet couertlyWill sell away the thing pertaines to mee:But I haue found a present helpe I hope,For to preuent his purpose and deceit:1220Stay gentle friend.
Slip.A good word, thou haste won me,This word is like a warme candle to a colde stomacke.
Bar.Sirra wilt thou for mony and reward,Conuay me certaine letters out of hand,From out thy maisters pocket.
Slip.Will I sir, why, were it to rob my father, hangmy mother, or any such like trifles, I am at yourcommaundement sir, what will you giue me sir?
S. Bar.A hundreth pounds.1230
Slip.I am your man, giue me earnest, I am dead at a pocketsir, why I am a lifter maister, by my occupation.
S. Bar.A lifter, what is that?
Slip.Why sir, I can lift a pot as well as any man, and picke apurse assoone as any theefe in my countrie.
S. Bar.Why fellow hold, heere is earnest,Ten pound to assure thee, go dispatch,And bring it me to yonder Tauerne thou seest,And assure thy selfe thou shalt both haueThy skin full of wine, and the rest of thy mony.1240
Slip.I will sir. Now roome for a Gentleman, my maisters,who giues mee mony for a faire new Angell, a trimme newAngell?
Exeunt.
Enter Andrew and Purueyer.III. ii.Pur.Sirrha, I must needes haue your maisters horses,The king cannot bee vnserued.And.Sirrha you must needs go without them,Because my Maister must be serued.Pur.Why I am the kings Purueyer,1250And I tell thee I will haue them.And.I amAteukinsseruant, SigniorAndrew,And I say thou shalt not haue them.Pur.Heeres my ticket, denie it if thou darst.And.There is the stable, fetch them out if thou darst.Pur.Sirrha, sirrha, tame your tongue, least I make you.And.Sirrha, sirrha, hold your hand, least I bum you.Pur.I tell thee, thy Maisters geldings are good,And therefore fit for the king.An.I tell thee, my Maisters horses haue gald backes,1260And therefore cannot fit the King.Purueyr, Purueyer, puruey thee of more wit, darst thou presumeto wrong my LordAteukins, being the chiefest man inCourt.Pur.The more vnhappie Common-weale,Where flatterers are chiefe in Court.And.What sayest thou?Pur.I say thon art too presumptuous,And the officers shall schoole thee.And.A figge for them and thee Purueyer,1270They seeke a knot in a ring, that would wrongMy maister or his seruants in this Court.Enter Iaques.Pur.The world is at a wise passe,When Nobilitie is a fraid of a flatterer.Iaq.Sirrha, what be you that parley, contra Monsieur myLordAteukin,en bonne foy, prate you against syrAltesse, meemaka your test to leap from your shoulders, per ma foy cy fereie.And.Oh signior Captaine, you shewe your selfe a forward1280and friendly Gentleman in my Maisters behalfe, I will causehim to thanke you.Iaq.Poultronspeake me one parola against my bon Gentilhome,I shal estrampe your guttes, and thumpe your backa,that you no poynt mannage this tenne ours.Pur.Sirrha come open me the stable,And let mee haue the horses:And fellow, for all your French bragges I will doo my dutie.And.Ile make garters of thy guttes,Thou villaine if thou enter this office.1290Iaq.Mort lieu, take me that cappaPour nostre labeur, be gonne villein in the mort.Pur.What will you resist mee then?Well the Councell fellow, Shall know of your insolency.Exit.Andr.Tell them what thou wilt, and eate that I can bestspare from my backe partes, and get you gone with a vengeance.Enter Gnato.Ateu.Andrew.1300Andr.Sir.Ateu.Where be my writings I put in my pocket last night.Andr.Which sir, your annoations vpon Matchauell?Ateu.No sir, the letters pattents for east spring.An.Why sir you talk wonders to me, if you ask that questiõ.Ateu.Yea sir, and wil work wonders too, which you vnlesseyou finde them out, villaine search me them out and bring thẽme, or thou art but dead.Andr.A terrible word in the latter end of a sessions. Masterwere you in your right wits yesternight?1310Ateu.Doest thou doubt it?Andr.I and why not sir, for the greatest Clarkes are not thewisest, and a foole may dance in a hood, as wel as a wise man ina bare frock: besides such as giue themselues toPlulantia, as youdo maister, are so cholericke of complection, that that whichthey burne in fire ouer night, they seeke for with furie thenext morning. Ah I take care of your worship, this common-wealeshould haue a great losse of so good a member as youare.Ateu.Thou flatterest me.1320Andr.Is it flatterie in me sir to speake you faire?What is it then in you to dallie with the King?Ateu.Are you prating knaue,I will teach you bettet nurture?Is this the care you haue of my wardrop?Of my accounts, and matters of trust?Andr.Why alasse sir, in times past your garments hauebeene so well inhabited, as your Tenants woulde giue noplace to a Moathe to mangle them, but since youare growne greater and your Garments more fine and gaye,1330if your garments are not fit for hospitallitie, blame your pride,and commend my cleanlinesse: as for yout writings, I am notfor them, nor they for mee.Ateu.Villaine go, flie, finde them out:If thou loosest them, thou loosest my credit.And.Alasse sir? can I loose that you neuer had.Ateu.Say you so, then hold feel you that you neuer felt.Ia.Oh Monsieur, aies patient, pardon your pouure vallet,Me bee at your commaundement.Ateu.SigniorIaqueswel met, you shall commaund me,1340Sirra go cause my writings be proclamed in the Market place,Promise a great reward to them that findes them,Looke where I supt and euery where.And.I will sir, now are two knaues well met, and three wellparted, if you conceiue mine enigma, Gentlemen what shal Ibee then, faith a plaine harpe shilling.Exeunt.Ateu.Sieur Iaques, this our happy meeting hides,Your friends and me, of care and greeuous toyle,For I that looke into deserts of men,And see among the souldiers in this court,1350A noble forward minde, and iudge thereof,Cannot but seeke the meanes to raise them vp:Who merrit credite in the Common-weale.To this intent friendIaqueI haue foundA meanes to make you great, and well esteemd,Both with the king, and with the best in Court:For I espie in you a valiant minde,Which makes mee loue, admire, and honour you:To this intent (if so your trust and faith,Your secrecie be equall with your force)1360I will impart a seruice to thy selfe,Which if thou doest effect, the King, my selfe,And what or hee, and I with him can worke,Shall be imployd in what thou wilt desire.Iaq.Me sweara by my ten bones, my singniar, to be loyal toyour Lordships intents, affaires, ye my monsignieur,qui nonfera ic pour. Yea pleasure?By my sworda me be no babie Lords.Ateu.Then hoping one thy truth, I prithe see,How kindeAteukinis to forward mee,1370Hold take this earnest pennie of my loue.And marke my words, the King by me requires,No slender seruiceIaquesat thy hands.Thou must by privie practise make a way,The Queene faireDoretheaas she sleepes:Or how thou wilt, so she be done to death:Thou shalt not want promotion heare in Court.Iaq.Stabba the woman, per ma foy, monsignieur, me thrustamy weapon into her belle, so me may be gard per le roy.Mee de your seruice.1380But me no be hanged pur my labor.Ateu.Thou shalt haue warrantIaquesfrom the King,None shall outface, gainsay and wrong my friend.Do not I loue theeIaques? feare not then,I tell thee who so toucheth thee in ought,Shall iniure me, I loue, I tender thee:Thou art a subiect fit to serue his grace,Iaques, I had a written warrant once,But that by great misfortune late is lost,Come wend we to S.Andrewes, where his grace1390Is now in progresse, where he shall assureThy safetie, and confirme thee to the act.Iaques.We will attend your noblenesse.Exeunt.
Enter Andrew and Purueyer.III. ii.
Pur.Sirrha, I must needes haue your maisters horses,The king cannot bee vnserued.
And.Sirrha you must needs go without them,Because my Maister must be serued.
Pur.Why I am the kings Purueyer,1250And I tell thee I will haue them.
And.I amAteukinsseruant, SigniorAndrew,And I say thou shalt not haue them.
Pur.Heeres my ticket, denie it if thou darst.
And.There is the stable, fetch them out if thou darst.
Pur.Sirrha, sirrha, tame your tongue, least I make you.
And.Sirrha, sirrha, hold your hand, least I bum you.
Pur.I tell thee, thy Maisters geldings are good,And therefore fit for the king.
An.I tell thee, my Maisters horses haue gald backes,1260And therefore cannot fit the King.Purueyr, Purueyer, puruey thee of more wit, darst thou presumeto wrong my LordAteukins, being the chiefest man inCourt.
Pur.The more vnhappie Common-weale,Where flatterers are chiefe in Court.
And.What sayest thou?
Pur.I say thon art too presumptuous,And the officers shall schoole thee.
And.A figge for them and thee Purueyer,1270They seeke a knot in a ring, that would wrongMy maister or his seruants in this Court.
Enter Iaques.
Pur.The world is at a wise passe,When Nobilitie is a fraid of a flatterer.
Iaq.Sirrha, what be you that parley, contra Monsieur myLordAteukin,en bonne foy, prate you against syrAltesse, meemaka your test to leap from your shoulders, per ma foy cy fereie.
And.Oh signior Captaine, you shewe your selfe a forward1280and friendly Gentleman in my Maisters behalfe, I will causehim to thanke you.
Iaq.Poultronspeake me one parola against my bon Gentilhome,I shal estrampe your guttes, and thumpe your backa,that you no poynt mannage this tenne ours.
Pur.Sirrha come open me the stable,And let mee haue the horses:And fellow, for all your French bragges I will doo my dutie.
And.Ile make garters of thy guttes,Thou villaine if thou enter this office.1290
Iaq.Mort lieu, take me that cappaPour nostre labeur, be gonne villein in the mort.
Pur.What will you resist mee then?Well the Councell fellow, Shall know of your insolency.
Exit.
Andr.Tell them what thou wilt, and eate that I can bestspare from my backe partes, and get you gone with a vengeance.
Enter Gnato.
Ateu.Andrew.1300
Andr.Sir.
Ateu.Where be my writings I put in my pocket last night.
Andr.Which sir, your annoations vpon Matchauell?
Ateu.No sir, the letters pattents for east spring.
An.Why sir you talk wonders to me, if you ask that questiõ.
Ateu.Yea sir, and wil work wonders too, which you vnlesseyou finde them out, villaine search me them out and bring thẽme, or thou art but dead.
Andr.A terrible word in the latter end of a sessions. Masterwere you in your right wits yesternight?1310
Ateu.Doest thou doubt it?
Andr.I and why not sir, for the greatest Clarkes are not thewisest, and a foole may dance in a hood, as wel as a wise man ina bare frock: besides such as giue themselues toPlulantia, as youdo maister, are so cholericke of complection, that that whichthey burne in fire ouer night, they seeke for with furie thenext morning. Ah I take care of your worship, this common-wealeshould haue a great losse of so good a member as youare.
Ateu.Thou flatterest me.1320
Andr.Is it flatterie in me sir to speake you faire?What is it then in you to dallie with the King?
Ateu.Are you prating knaue,I will teach you bettet nurture?Is this the care you haue of my wardrop?Of my accounts, and matters of trust?
Andr.Why alasse sir, in times past your garments hauebeene so well inhabited, as your Tenants woulde giue noplace to a Moathe to mangle them, but since youare growne greater and your Garments more fine and gaye,1330if your garments are not fit for hospitallitie, blame your pride,and commend my cleanlinesse: as for yout writings, I am notfor them, nor they for mee.
Ateu.Villaine go, flie, finde them out:If thou loosest them, thou loosest my credit.
And.Alasse sir? can I loose that you neuer had.
Ateu.Say you so, then hold feel you that you neuer felt.
Ia.Oh Monsieur, aies patient, pardon your pouure vallet,Me bee at your commaundement.
Ateu.SigniorIaqueswel met, you shall commaund me,1340Sirra go cause my writings be proclamed in the Market place,Promise a great reward to them that findes them,Looke where I supt and euery where.
And.I will sir, now are two knaues well met, and three wellparted, if you conceiue mine enigma, Gentlemen what shal Ibee then, faith a plaine harpe shilling.Exeunt.
Ateu.Sieur Iaques, this our happy meeting hides,Your friends and me, of care and greeuous toyle,For I that looke into deserts of men,And see among the souldiers in this court,1350A noble forward minde, and iudge thereof,Cannot but seeke the meanes to raise them vp:Who merrit credite in the Common-weale.To this intent friendIaqueI haue foundA meanes to make you great, and well esteemd,Both with the king, and with the best in Court:For I espie in you a valiant minde,Which makes mee loue, admire, and honour you:To this intent (if so your trust and faith,Your secrecie be equall with your force)1360I will impart a seruice to thy selfe,Which if thou doest effect, the King, my selfe,And what or hee, and I with him can worke,Shall be imployd in what thou wilt desire.
Iaq.Me sweara by my ten bones, my singniar, to be loyal toyour Lordships intents, affaires, ye my monsignieur,qui nonfera ic pour. Yea pleasure?By my sworda me be no babie Lords.
Ateu.Then hoping one thy truth, I prithe see,How kindeAteukinis to forward mee,1370Hold take this earnest pennie of my loue.And marke my words, the King by me requires,No slender seruiceIaquesat thy hands.Thou must by privie practise make a way,The Queene faireDoretheaas she sleepes:Or how thou wilt, so she be done to death:Thou shalt not want promotion heare in Court.
Iaq.Stabba the woman, per ma foy, monsignieur, me thrustamy weapon into her belle, so me may be gard per le roy.Mee de your seruice.1380But me no be hanged pur my labor.
Ateu.Thou shalt haue warrantIaquesfrom the King,None shall outface, gainsay and wrong my friend.Do not I loue theeIaques? feare not then,I tell thee who so toucheth thee in ought,Shall iniure me, I loue, I tender thee:Thou art a subiect fit to serue his grace,Iaques, I had a written warrant once,But that by great misfortune late is lost,Come wend we to S.Andrewes, where his grace1390Is now in progresse, where he shall assureThy safetie, and confirme thee to the act.
Iaques.We will attend your noblenesse.
Exeunt.
Enter Sir Bartram, Dorothea, the Queene,III. iii.Nano, Lord Ross. Ladiesattendants.Doro.Thy crediteBartramin the Scottish Court,,Thy reuerend yeares, the stricknesse of thy vowes,All these are meanes sufficient to perswade,1400But loue the faithfull lincke of loyall hearts,That hath possession of my constant minde,Exiles all dread, subdueth vaine supect,Me thinks no craft should harbour in that brest,Where Maiestie and vertue is mstaled:Me thinke my beautie should not cause my death.Bar.How gladly soueraigne Princesse would I erre,And binde my shame to saue your royall life:Tis Princely in your selfe to thinke the best,To hope his grace is guiltlesse of this crime,1410But if in due preuention you default,How blinde are you that were forwarnd before.Doro.Suspition without cause deserueth blame.Bar.Who sees, and shunne not harmes, deserue the same:Beholde the tenor of this traiterous plot.Doro.What should I reade? Perhappes he wrote it not.Bar.Heere is his warrant vnder seale and signe,ToIaquesborne inFranceto murther you.Doro.Ah carelesse King, would God this were not thineWhat tho I reade? Ah should I thinke it true?1420Rosse.The hand and seale confirmes the deede is his.Doro.What know I tho, if now he thinketh this?Nauo.MadameLucretiusfaith, that to repent,Is shildish wisdome to preuent.Doro.What tho?Nano.Then cease your teares, that haue dismaid you,And crosse the foe before hee haue betrayed you.Bar.What needes this long suggestions in this cause?When euery circumstance confirmeth trueth:First let the hidden mercie from aboue,1430Confirme your grace, since by a wondrous meanes,The practise of your daungers came to light:Next let the tokens of appooued trueth,Gouerne and stay your thoughts, too much seduc’t,And marke the sooth, and listen the intent,Your highnesse knowes, and these my noble Lords,Can witnesse this, that whilest your husbands sirreIn happie peace possest the Scottish Crowne,I was his sworne attendant heere in Court,In daungerous sight I neuer fail’d my Lord.1440And since his death, and this your husbands raigne,No labour, dutie, haue I left vndone,To testifie my zeale vnto the Crowne:But now my limmes are weake, mine eyes are dim,Mine age vnweldie and vnmeete for toyle:I came to court in hope for seruice past,To gaine some lease to keepe me beeing olde,There found I all was vpsie turuy turnd,My friends displac’ff, the Nobles loth to craue,Then fought I to the minion of the King,1450Auteukin, who allured by a bribe,Assur’d me of the lease for which I fought:But see the craft, when he had got the graunt,He wrought to sell it to SirSiluester,In hope of greater earnings from his hands:In briefe, I learnt his craft, and wrought the meanes,By one his needie seruants for reward,To steale from out his pocket all the briefes,Which hee perform’d, and with reward resigndThem when I read (now marke the power of God)1460I found this warrant seald among the rest,To kill your grace, whom God long keepe aliue.Thus in effect, by wonder are you sau’d,Trifle not then, bnt seeke a speakie flight,God will conduct your steppes, and shield the right.Dor.What should I do, ah poore vnhappy Queen?Borne to indure what fortune can containe,Ah lasse the deed is too apparant now:But oh mine eyes were you as bent to hide,As my poore heart is forward to forgiue.1470Ah cruell king, my loue would thee acquite,Oh what auailes to be allied and matchtWith high estates that marry but in shewe?Were I baser borne, my meane estateCould warrant me from this impendent harme,But to be great and happie these are twaine.AhRossewhat shall I do, how shall I worke?Rosse.With speedie letters to your father send,Who will reuenge you, and defend your right.Dor.As if they kill not me, who with him fight?1480As if his brest be toucht, I am not wounded,As if he waild, my ioyes were not confounded:We are one heart, tho rent by hate in twaine:One soule, one essence doth our weale containe:What then can conquer him that kils not me?Rosse.If this aduice displease, then Madame flee.Dor.Where may I wend or trauel without feare?Na.Where not, in changing this attire you weare?Dor.What shall I clad me like a Country maide?Na.The pollicie is base I am affraide.1490Dor.WhyNano?Na.Aske you why? what may a QueeneMarch foorth in homely weede and be not seene?The Rose although in thornie shrubs she spread:Is still the Rose, her beauties waxe not dead.And noble mindes altho the coate be bare,Are by their semblance knowne, how great they areBar.The Dwarfe saith true.Dor.What garments likste thou than?Na.Such as may make you seeme a proper man.1500Dor.He makes me blush and smile, tho I am sad.Na.The meanest coat for safetie is not bad.Dor.What shall I iet in breeches like a squire?Alasse poore dwarfe, thy Mistresle is vnmeete.Na.Tut, go me thus, your cloake before your face,Your sword vpreard with queint & comely grace,If any come and question what you bee,Say you a man, and call for witnesse mee.Dor.What should I weare a sword, to what intent?Na.Madame for shewe, it is an ornament,1510If any wrong you, drawe a shining bladeWithdrawes a coward theese that would inuade.Dor.But if I strike, and hee should strike againe,What should I do? I feare I should bee slaine.Nano.No, take it single on your dagger so,Ile teach you Madame how to ward a blow.Do.How litle shapes much substance may include?SirBartram,Rosse, yee Ladies and my friends,Since presence yeelds me death, and absence life,Hence will I flie disguised like a squire,1520As one that seekes to liue in Itish warres,You gentleRosse, shal furnish my depart.Ross.Yea Prince, & die with you with all my hart,Vouchsafe me then in all extreamest states,To waight on you and serue you with my best.Dor.To me pertaines the woe, liue then in rest:Friends fare you well, keepe secret my depart,Nanoalone shall my attendant bee.Nan.Then Madame are you mand, I warrant ye,Giue me a sword, and if there grow debate,1530Ile come behinde, and breake your enemies pate.Ross.How sore wee greeue to part so soone away.Dor.Greeue not for those that perish if they stay.Nano.The time in words mispent, is litle woorth,Madam walke on, and let them bring vs foorth.Exeunt.
Enter Sir Bartram, Dorothea, the Queene,III. iii.Nano, Lord Ross. Ladiesattendants.
Doro.Thy crediteBartramin the Scottish Court,,Thy reuerend yeares, the stricknesse of thy vowes,All these are meanes sufficient to perswade,1400But loue the faithfull lincke of loyall hearts,That hath possession of my constant minde,Exiles all dread, subdueth vaine supect,Me thinks no craft should harbour in that brest,Where Maiestie and vertue is mstaled:Me thinke my beautie should not cause my death.
Bar.How gladly soueraigne Princesse would I erre,And binde my shame to saue your royall life:Tis Princely in your selfe to thinke the best,To hope his grace is guiltlesse of this crime,1410But if in due preuention you default,How blinde are you that were forwarnd before.
Doro.Suspition without cause deserueth blame.
Bar.Who sees, and shunne not harmes, deserue the same:Beholde the tenor of this traiterous plot.
Doro.What should I reade? Perhappes he wrote it not.
Bar.Heere is his warrant vnder seale and signe,ToIaquesborne inFranceto murther you.
Doro.Ah carelesse King, would God this were not thineWhat tho I reade? Ah should I thinke it true?1420
Rosse.The hand and seale confirmes the deede is his.
Doro.What know I tho, if now he thinketh this?
Nauo.MadameLucretiusfaith, that to repent,Is shildish wisdome to preuent.
Doro.What tho?
Nano.Then cease your teares, that haue dismaid you,And crosse the foe before hee haue betrayed you.
Bar.What needes this long suggestions in this cause?When euery circumstance confirmeth trueth:First let the hidden mercie from aboue,1430Confirme your grace, since by a wondrous meanes,The practise of your daungers came to light:Next let the tokens of appooued trueth,Gouerne and stay your thoughts, too much seduc’t,And marke the sooth, and listen the intent,Your highnesse knowes, and these my noble Lords,Can witnesse this, that whilest your husbands sirreIn happie peace possest the Scottish Crowne,I was his sworne attendant heere in Court,In daungerous sight I neuer fail’d my Lord.1440And since his death, and this your husbands raigne,No labour, dutie, haue I left vndone,To testifie my zeale vnto the Crowne:But now my limmes are weake, mine eyes are dim,Mine age vnweldie and vnmeete for toyle:I came to court in hope for seruice past,To gaine some lease to keepe me beeing olde,There found I all was vpsie turuy turnd,My friends displac’ff, the Nobles loth to craue,Then fought I to the minion of the King,1450Auteukin, who allured by a bribe,Assur’d me of the lease for which I fought:But see the craft, when he had got the graunt,He wrought to sell it to SirSiluester,In hope of greater earnings from his hands:In briefe, I learnt his craft, and wrought the meanes,By one his needie seruants for reward,To steale from out his pocket all the briefes,Which hee perform’d, and with reward resigndThem when I read (now marke the power of God)1460I found this warrant seald among the rest,To kill your grace, whom God long keepe aliue.Thus in effect, by wonder are you sau’d,Trifle not then, bnt seeke a speakie flight,God will conduct your steppes, and shield the right.
Dor.What should I do, ah poore vnhappy Queen?Borne to indure what fortune can containe,Ah lasse the deed is too apparant now:But oh mine eyes were you as bent to hide,As my poore heart is forward to forgiue.1470Ah cruell king, my loue would thee acquite,Oh what auailes to be allied and matchtWith high estates that marry but in shewe?Were I baser borne, my meane estateCould warrant me from this impendent harme,But to be great and happie these are twaine.AhRossewhat shall I do, how shall I worke?
Rosse.With speedie letters to your father send,Who will reuenge you, and defend your right.
Dor.As if they kill not me, who with him fight?1480As if his brest be toucht, I am not wounded,As if he waild, my ioyes were not confounded:We are one heart, tho rent by hate in twaine:One soule, one essence doth our weale containe:What then can conquer him that kils not me?
Rosse.If this aduice displease, then Madame flee.
Dor.Where may I wend or trauel without feare?
Na.Where not, in changing this attire you weare?
Dor.What shall I clad me like a Country maide?
Na.The pollicie is base I am affraide.1490
Dor.WhyNano?
Na.Aske you why? what may a QueeneMarch foorth in homely weede and be not seene?The Rose although in thornie shrubs she spread:Is still the Rose, her beauties waxe not dead.And noble mindes altho the coate be bare,Are by their semblance knowne, how great they are
Bar.The Dwarfe saith true.
Dor.What garments likste thou than?
Na.Such as may make you seeme a proper man.1500
Dor.He makes me blush and smile, tho I am sad.
Na.The meanest coat for safetie is not bad.
Dor.What shall I iet in breeches like a squire?Alasse poore dwarfe, thy Mistresle is vnmeete.
Na.Tut, go me thus, your cloake before your face,Your sword vpreard with queint & comely grace,If any come and question what you bee,Say you a man, and call for witnesse mee.
Dor.What should I weare a sword, to what intent?
Na.Madame for shewe, it is an ornament,1510If any wrong you, drawe a shining bladeWithdrawes a coward theese that would inuade.
Dor.But if I strike, and hee should strike againe,What should I do? I feare I should bee slaine.
Nano.No, take it single on your dagger so,Ile teach you Madame how to ward a blow.
Do.How litle shapes much substance may include?SirBartram,Rosse, yee Ladies and my friends,Since presence yeelds me death, and absence life,Hence will I flie disguised like a squire,1520As one that seekes to liue in Itish warres,You gentleRosse, shal furnish my depart.
Ross.Yea Prince, & die with you with all my hart,Vouchsafe me then in all extreamest states,To waight on you and serue you with my best.
Dor.To me pertaines the woe, liue then in rest:Friends fare you well, keepe secret my depart,Nanoalone shall my attendant bee.
Nan.Then Madame are you mand, I warrant ye,Giue me a sword, and if there grow debate,1530Ile come behinde, and breake your enemies pate.
Ross.How sore wee greeue to part so soone away.
Dor.Greeue not for those that perish if they stay.
Nano.The time in words mispent, is litle woorth,Madam walke on, and let them bring vs foorth.
Exeunt.
Chorus.IV. Chor.Ent. Boha.So these sad motions makes the faire sleepe,And sleep hee shall in quiet and content,For it would make a marbell melt and weepe1540To see these treasons gainst the innocent:But since shee scapes by flight to saue her life,The king may chance repent she was his wife:The rest is ruthfull, yet to beguilde the time,Tis interlast with merriment and rime.Exeuut.Actus Quartus. Schena Prima.IV. i.After a noyse of hornes and showtings, enter certaineHuntsmen, if you please, singing one way: anotherway Ateukin and Iaques, Gnato.1550Ateu.Say Gentlemen, where may wee finde the king?Hunts.Euen heere at hand on hunting.And at this houre hee taken hath a stand,To kill a Deere.Ateu.A pleasant worke in hand,Follow your sport, and we will seeke his grace.Hunts.When such him seeke, it is a wofull case.Exeunt Huntsman one way, Ateu. and Iaq. another,Enter Eustace, Ida, and the Countesse.IV. ii.Count.LordEustace, as your youth & vertuous life,1560Deserues a faire, more faire and richer wife,So since I am a mother, and do witWhat wedlocke is, and that which longs to it,Before I meane my daughter to bestow,Twere meete that she and I your state did know.Eust.Madame if I considerIdaswoorth,I know my portions merrit none so faire,And yet I hold in farme and yearly rent,A thousand pound, which may her state content.Count.But what estate my Lord shall she possesse?1570Eust.All that is mine, graue Countesse & no lesse.ButIdawill you loue?Ida.I cannot hate.Eust.But will you wedde?Ida.Tis Greeke to mee my Lord,Ile wish you well, and thereon take my word.Eus.. Shall I some signe of fauour then receiue?Ida.I, if her Ladiship will giue me leaue.Count.Do what thou wilt.Ida.Then noble English Peere,1580Accept this ring, wherein my heart is set,A constant heart, with burning flames befret:But vnder written this:O morte dura:Heereon when so you looke with eyesPura,The maide you fancie most will fauour you.Eust.Ile trie this heart, in hope to finde it true.Enter certaine Huntsmen and ladies.Hunts.Widdowe Countesse well ymet,Euer may thy ioyes bee many,GentleIdafaire beset,1590Faire and wise, not fairer any:Frolike Huntsmen of the game,Willes you well, and giues you greeting.Ida.Thanks good Woodman for the same,And our sport and merrie meeting.Hunts.Vnto thee we do present,Siluer heart with arrow wounded.Eust.This doth shadow my lament,Both feare and loue confounded.Ladies.To the mother of the mayde,1600Faire as th’lillies, red as roses,Euen so many goods are saide,As her selfe in heart supposes.Count.What are you friends, that thus doth wish vs wel?Hunts.Your neighbours nigh, that haue on hunting beene,Who vnderstanding of your walking foorth,Prepare this traine to entertaine you with,This LadieDouglas, this SirEgmondis.Count.Welcome ye Ladies, and thousand thanks for this,Come enter you a homely widdowes house,1610And if mine entertainment please you let vs feast.Hunts.A louely ladie neuer wants a guest.Exeunt Manet, Eustace, Ida.Eust.Stay gentleIda, tell me what you deeme,What doth this hast, this tender heart beseeme?Ida.Why not my Lord, since nature teacheth art,To sencelesse beastes to cure their greeuous smart.Dictanumserues to close the wound againe.Eust.What helpe for those that loue?Ida.Why loue againe.1620Eust.Were I the Hart,Ida.Then I the hearbe would bee.You shall not die for help, come follow me.Exeunt.Enter Andrew and Iaques.IV. iii.Iaq.Mon Deiu, whatmalheurebe this, me come a the chamber,SigniorAndrew,Mon Deiu, taka mypoinyard en mon maine,to giue theEstocadeto theDamoisella, per ma foy, there wasno person, elle cest en alle.And.The woorse luckeIaques, but because I am thy friend1630I will aduise the somewhat towards the attainement of thegallowes.Iaq.Gallowes, what be that?An.Marrie sir, a place of great promotion, where thou shaltby one turne aboue ground, rid the world of a knaue, & makea goodly ensample for all bloodie villaines of thy profession.Que ditte vous, Monsieur Andrew?And.I sayIaques, thou must keep this path, and high thee,for the Q. as I am certified, is departed with her dwarfe, apparelledlike a squire, ouertake her Frenchman, stab her, Ile1640promise thee this dubblet shall be happy.Iaq.Purquoy?And.It shall serue a iolle Gentleman,SirDominus MonsigniorHangman.Iaq.Cest tout,vnme willrama pour le monoy.And.Go, and the rot consume thee? Oh what a trim worldis this? My maister lius by cousoning the king, I by fllatteringhim:Slippermy fellow by stealing: and I by lying: is not thisa wylie accord, Gentlemen. This last night our iolly horsekeeperbeeing well stept in licor, confessed to me the stealing ofmy Maisters writings, and his great reward: now dare I not1650bewraye him, least he discouer my knauerie, but thus haue Iwrought: I vnderstand he will passe this way, to prouide himnecessaries, but if I and my fellowes faile not, wee will teachhim such a lesson, as shall cost him a chiefe place on pennilessebench for his labour: but yond he comes.Enter Slipper with a Tailor, a Shoomaker, and a Cutler.Slip.Taylor.Tayl.Sir.Slip.Let my dubblet bee white Northren, fiue groates theyard, I tell thee I will bee braue.Tayl.It shall sir.1660Slip.Now sir, cut it me like the battlements of a Custerd,ful of round holes: edge me the sleeues with Couentry-blew,and let the lynings bee of tenpenny locorum.Tayl.Very good sir.Slip.Make it the amorous cut, a flappe before.Tayl.And why so? that fashion is stale.Slip.Oh friend, thou art a simple fellow, I tell thee, a flap isa great friend to a storrie, it stands him in stead of cleane napery,and if a mans shert bee torne, it is a present penthouse todefend him from a cleane huswifes scoffe.1670Tay.You say sooth sir.Slip.Holde take thy mony, there is seuen shillings for thedubblet, and eight for the breeches, seuen and eight, birladiethirtie sixe is a faire deale of mony.Tayl.Farwell sir.Slip.Nay but stay Taylor.Tayl.Why sir?Slipper.Forget not this speciall mate,Let my back parts bee well linde,For there come many winter stormes from a windie bellie,1680I tell thee Shoo-maker.Shoe-ma.Gentleman what shoo will it please you to haue?Slip.A fine neate calues leather my friend.Shoo.Oh sir, that is too thin, it will not last you.Slip.I tell thee, it is my neer kinsman, for I amSlipper, whichhath his best grace in summer to bee suted in lakus skins,Guidwife Clarke was my Grandmother, and Goodman Neatherleathermine Vnckle, but my mother good woman. Alas,she was a Spaniard, and being wel tande and drest by a good-fellow,an Englishman, is growne to some wealth: as when I1690haue but my vpper parts, clad in her husbands costlie Spannishleather, I may bee bold to kisse the fayrest Ladies footein this contrey.Shoo.You are of high birth sir,But haue you all your mothers markes on you?Slip.Why knaue?Shoomaker.Because if thou come of the bloud of theSlippers,you should haue a Shoomakers Alle thrust through youreare.Exit.1700Slip.Take your earnest friend and be packing,And meddle not with my progenatorsCutler.Cutler.Heare sir.Slip.I must haue a Rapier and Dagger.Cutler.A Rapier and Dagger you meane sir?Slipper.Thou saiest true, but it must haue a verie faire edge,Cutler.Why so sir?Slip.Because it may cut by himselfe, for trulie my freende,I am a man of peace, and weare weapons but for facion.Cutler.Well sir, giue me earnest I will fit you.1710Slip.Hold take it, I betrust thee friend, let me be wel armed.Cutler.You shall.Exit Cutler.Slip.Nowe what remaines? theres twentie Crownes for ahouse, three crownes for houshol stuffe, six pence to buie aConstables staffe: nay I will be the chiefe of my parish, therewants nothing but a wench, a cat, a dog, a wife and a seruant, tomake an hole familie, shall I marrie withAlice, good mãGrimshauesdaughter, shee is faire, but indeede her tongue is likeClocks on Shrouetuesday, alwaies out of temper? shall I wedSisleyof the Whightõ? Ohn, o she is like a frog in a parcely bed,1720as scittish as an ele, if I seek to hãper her, she wil horne me: buta wench must be had maisterSlip. Yea and shal be deer friend.And.I now wil driue him from his contemplations. Oh mymates come forward, the lamb is vnpent, the fox shal preuaile.Enter three Antiques, who dance round, and takeSlipper with them.Slip.I will my freend, and I thanke you heartilie, pray keepeyour curtesie, I am yours in the way of an hornepipe, theyare strangers, I see they vnderstand not my language, weewee.1730VVhilest they are dauncing, Andrew takes away his money,and the other Antiques depart.Slip.Nay but my friends, one hornpipe, further a refluencebacke, and two doubles forward: what not one crosse point againstSundayes. What ho sirrha, you gone, you with the noselike an Eagle, and you be a right greeke, one turne more,theeues theeues, I am robd theeues. Is this the knauerie of Fidlers?Well, I will then binde the hole credit of their occupatiõon a bagpiper, and he for my money, but I will after, andteach them to caper in a halter, that haue cousoned me of my1740money.Exeunt.EnterNano, Dorothea,in mans apparell.IV. iv.Doro.AhNano, I am wearie of these weedes,Wearie to weeld this weapon that I bare:Wearie of loue, from whom my woe proceedes.Wearie of toyle, since I haue lost my deare,O wearie life, where wanted no distresse,But euery thought is paide with heauinesse.Na.Too much of wearie madame, if you please,1750Sit downe, let wearie dye, and take your ease.Dorot.How looke INanolike a man or no?Nano.If not a man, yet like a manlie shrowe.Doro.If any come and meete vs on the way,What should we do if they inforce vs stay.Na.Set cap a huffe, and challenge him the field,Suppose the worst, the weake may fight to yeeld.Dorot.The battaileNanoin this troubled minde,Is farre more fierce then euer we may finde.The bodies wounds by medicines may be eased,1760But griefes of mindes, by salues are not appealed.Na.Say Madame, will you heare yourNanosing?Dor.Of woe good boy, but of no other thing:Na.What if I sing of fancie will it please?Dor.To such as hope successe, such noats breede ease.Na.What if I sing likeDamonto my sheepe?Dor.LikePhillisI will sit me downe to weepe.Na.Nay since my songs afford such pleasure small,Ile sit me downe, and sing you none at all.Doro.Oh be not angrieNano.1770Nano.Nay you loath,To thinke on that, which doth content vs both.Doro.And how?Nano.You scorne desport when you are wearie,And loath my mirth, who liue to make you merry.Doro.Danger and fear withdraw me from delight.Na.Tis vertue to contemne fals Fortunes spight.Do.What shuld I do to please thee friendly squire?Na.A smile a day, is all I will require:And if you pay me well the smiles you owe me,1780Ile kill this cursed care, or else beshrowe me.Doug.We are descried, ohManowe are dead.Enter Iaques his sword drawne.Nano.Tut yet you walk, you are not dead indeed,Drawe me your sword, if he your way withstand.Do.And I will seeke for rescue out of hand,RunNanorunne, preuent thy Princes death.Na.Feare not, ile run all danger out of breath.Iaq.Ah youcalletta, youstrumpet,ta Matressa Doretie este, voussurpriuscome say your pater noster,car vous est mort par ma foy1790Do.Callet,me strumpet,Catiueas thou artBut euen a Princesse borne, who scorne thy threats.Shall neuer French man say, an English mayd,Of threats of forraine force will be afraid.Iaq.You nodire vostre prieges, vrbleme merchants famme,guardayourbresta, there me make you die on my morglay,Doro.God sheeld me haplesse princes and a wife.They fight, and shee is sore wounded.And saue my soule, altho I loose my life.Ah I am slaine, some piteous power repay,1800This murtherers cursed deed, that doth me stay.Iaq.Elle est tout mort, me will runnepura wager, for feare mebesurpryesandpendufor my labour. Be inIe meu alera au royauy cits me affaires, Ie serra vn chiualier, for this daies trauaile.Exit.EnterNano, S. Cutbert Anderson,his sword drawne.S. Cutb.Where is this poore distressed gentleman?Nano.Here laid on ground, and wounded to the death.1810Ah gentle heart, how are these beautious lookes,Dimd by the tyrant cruelties of death:Oh wearie soule, breake thou from forth my brest,And ioyne thee with the soule I honoured most.S. Cut.Leaue mourning friend, the man is yet aliue,Some helpe me to conuey him to my house:There will I see him carefully recured,And send priuie search to catch the murtherer.Nano.The God of heauen reward the curteous knight.Exeunt.And they beare outDorothea.1820Enter the King of Scots,Iaques,Ateukin,Andrew,IaquesIV. v.running with his swoord one way, the King with histraine an other way.K. of S.StayIaques, feare not, sheath thy murthering blade:Loe here thy King and friends are come abroad,To saue thee from the terrors of pursuite:What is she dead?Iaq.Wee Monsieur, elle is blesse per lake teste, oues les espanles,I warrant she no trouble you.Ateu.Oh then my liege, how happie art thou growne,1830How fauoured of the heauens, and blest by loue:Mee thinkes I see faireIdain thine armes,Crauing remission for her late attempt,Mee thinke I see her blushing steale a kisse:Vniting both your soules by such a sweete,And you my King suck Nectar from her lips.Why then delaies your grace to gaine the restYou long desired? why loose we forward time?Write, make me spokesman now, vow marriage,If she deny your fauour let me die.1840Andr.Mightie and magnificent potentate, giue credence tomine honorable good Lord, for I heard the Midwife sweare athis natiuitie, that the Faieries gaue him the propertie of theThracian stone, for who toucheth it, is exempted from griefe,and he that heareth my Maisters counsell, is alreadle possessedof happinesse: nay which is more myraculous, as the Nobleman in his infancie lay in his Cradle, a swarme of Bees laid honeyon his lippes, in token of his eloquence.For melle dulcierfluit oratio.Ateu.Your grace must beare with imperfections:1850This is exceeding loue that makes him speake.K. of S.AteukinI am rauisht in conceit,And yet deprest againe with earnest thoughts,Me thinkes this murther soundeth in mine eare,A threatning noyse of dire and sharp reuenge.I am incenst with greefe, yet faine would ioy,What may I do to end me of these doubts?Ateu.Why Prince it is no murther in a King,To end an others life to saue his owne,For you are not as common people bee.1860Who die and perish with a fewe mans teares,But if you faile, the state doth whole defaultThe Realme is rent in twaine, in such alosse,AndAristotleholdeth this for true,Of euills needs we must chuse the least,Then better were it, that a woman died,Then all the helpe ofScotlandshould be blent,Tis pollicie my liege, in euerie state,To cut off members that disturbe the head.And by corruption generation growes.1870And contraries maintaine the world and state.K. of S.Enough I am confirmed,Ateukincome,Rid me of loue, and rid me of my greefe,Driue thou the tyrant from this tainted brest,Then may I triumph in the height of ioy,Go to mineIda, tell her that I vowe,To raise her head and make her honours great.Go to mineIda, tell her that her haires,Salbe embollished with orient pearles,And Crownes of Saphyrs compassing her browes,1880Shall weare with those sweete beauties of her eyes.Go to mineIda, tell her that my souleShall keepe her semblance closed in my brest,And I in touching of her milke-white mould,Will thinke me deified in such a grace:I like no stay, go write and I will signe.Reward meIaques, giue him store of Crowne.And sirrhaAndrew, scout thou here in Court:And bring me tydings if thou canst perceiueThe least intent of muttering in my traine,1890For either those that wrong thy Lord or thee,Shall suffer death.Exitthe King.Ateu.How much ô mightie king,Is thyAteukinbound to honour thee:Bowe theeAndrew, bend thine sturdie knees,Seest thou not here thine onely God on earth?Iaq.Mes on est mon argent Signior.Ateu.Come follow me, his graue I see is made,That thus on suddain he hath left vs here.ComeIaques, we wil haue our packet soone dispatcht1900And you shall be my mate vpon the way.Iaq.Come vous plera Monsieur.Exeunt.Andr.Was neuer such a world I thinke before,When sinners seeme to daunce within a net,The flatterer and the murtherer they grow big,By hooke or crooke promotion now is sought,In such a world where men are so missed,What should I do? but as the Prouerbe saith,Runne with the Hare, and hunt with the Hound.1910To haue two meanes, beseemes a wittie man:Now here in Court I may aspire and clime,By subtiltie for my maisters death.And if that faile, well fare an other drift:I will in secret certaine letters sendVnto the English King, and let him knowThe order of his daughters ouerthtow.That if my maister crack his credit here,As I am sure long flattery cannot hold,I may haue meanes within the English Court1920To scape the scourge that waits on bad aduice.Exit.
Chorus.IV. Chor.Ent. Boha.So these sad motions makes the faire sleepe,And sleep hee shall in quiet and content,For it would make a marbell melt and weepe1540To see these treasons gainst the innocent:But since shee scapes by flight to saue her life,The king may chance repent she was his wife:The rest is ruthfull, yet to beguilde the time,Tis interlast with merriment and rime.Exeuut.
Chorus.IV. Chor.
Ent. Boha.So these sad motions makes the faire sleepe,And sleep hee shall in quiet and content,For it would make a marbell melt and weepe1540To see these treasons gainst the innocent:But since shee scapes by flight to saue her life,The king may chance repent she was his wife:The rest is ruthfull, yet to beguilde the time,Tis interlast with merriment and rime.
Exeuut.
Actus Quartus. Schena Prima.IV. i.After a noyse of hornes and showtings, enter certaineHuntsmen, if you please, singing one way: anotherway Ateukin and Iaques, Gnato.1550Ateu.Say Gentlemen, where may wee finde the king?Hunts.Euen heere at hand on hunting.And at this houre hee taken hath a stand,To kill a Deere.Ateu.A pleasant worke in hand,Follow your sport, and we will seeke his grace.Hunts.When such him seeke, it is a wofull case.
Actus Quartus. Schena Prima.IV. i.
After a noyse of hornes and showtings, enter certaineHuntsmen, if you please, singing one way: anotherway Ateukin and Iaques, Gnato.1550
Ateu.Say Gentlemen, where may wee finde the king?
Hunts.Euen heere at hand on hunting.And at this houre hee taken hath a stand,To kill a Deere.
Ateu.A pleasant worke in hand,Follow your sport, and we will seeke his grace.
Hunts.When such him seeke, it is a wofull case.
Exeunt Huntsman one way, Ateu. and Iaq. another,Enter Eustace, Ida, and the Countesse.IV. ii.Count.LordEustace, as your youth & vertuous life,1560Deserues a faire, more faire and richer wife,So since I am a mother, and do witWhat wedlocke is, and that which longs to it,Before I meane my daughter to bestow,Twere meete that she and I your state did know.Eust.Madame if I considerIdaswoorth,I know my portions merrit none so faire,And yet I hold in farme and yearly rent,A thousand pound, which may her state content.Count.But what estate my Lord shall she possesse?1570Eust.All that is mine, graue Countesse & no lesse.ButIdawill you loue?Ida.I cannot hate.Eust.But will you wedde?Ida.Tis Greeke to mee my Lord,Ile wish you well, and thereon take my word.Eus.. Shall I some signe of fauour then receiue?Ida.I, if her Ladiship will giue me leaue.Count.Do what thou wilt.Ida.Then noble English Peere,1580Accept this ring, wherein my heart is set,A constant heart, with burning flames befret:But vnder written this:O morte dura:Heereon when so you looke with eyesPura,The maide you fancie most will fauour you.Eust.Ile trie this heart, in hope to finde it true.Enter certaine Huntsmen and ladies.Hunts.Widdowe Countesse well ymet,Euer may thy ioyes bee many,GentleIdafaire beset,1590Faire and wise, not fairer any:Frolike Huntsmen of the game,Willes you well, and giues you greeting.Ida.Thanks good Woodman for the same,And our sport and merrie meeting.Hunts.Vnto thee we do present,Siluer heart with arrow wounded.Eust.This doth shadow my lament,Both feare and loue confounded.Ladies.To the mother of the mayde,1600Faire as th’lillies, red as roses,Euen so many goods are saide,As her selfe in heart supposes.Count.What are you friends, that thus doth wish vs wel?Hunts.Your neighbours nigh, that haue on hunting beene,Who vnderstanding of your walking foorth,Prepare this traine to entertaine you with,This LadieDouglas, this SirEgmondis.Count.Welcome ye Ladies, and thousand thanks for this,Come enter you a homely widdowes house,1610And if mine entertainment please you let vs feast.Hunts.A louely ladie neuer wants a guest.Exeunt Manet, Eustace, Ida.Eust.Stay gentleIda, tell me what you deeme,What doth this hast, this tender heart beseeme?Ida.Why not my Lord, since nature teacheth art,To sencelesse beastes to cure their greeuous smart.Dictanumserues to close the wound againe.Eust.What helpe for those that loue?Ida.Why loue againe.1620Eust.Were I the Hart,Ida.Then I the hearbe would bee.You shall not die for help, come follow me.Exeunt.
Exeunt Huntsman one way, Ateu. and Iaq. another,Enter Eustace, Ida, and the Countesse.IV. ii.
Count.LordEustace, as your youth & vertuous life,1560Deserues a faire, more faire and richer wife,So since I am a mother, and do witWhat wedlocke is, and that which longs to it,Before I meane my daughter to bestow,Twere meete that she and I your state did know.
Eust.Madame if I considerIdaswoorth,I know my portions merrit none so faire,And yet I hold in farme and yearly rent,A thousand pound, which may her state content.
Count.But what estate my Lord shall she possesse?1570
Eust.All that is mine, graue Countesse & no lesse.ButIdawill you loue?
Ida.I cannot hate.
Eust.But will you wedde?
Ida.Tis Greeke to mee my Lord,Ile wish you well, and thereon take my word.
Eus.. Shall I some signe of fauour then receiue?
Ida.I, if her Ladiship will giue me leaue.
Count.Do what thou wilt.
Ida.Then noble English Peere,1580Accept this ring, wherein my heart is set,A constant heart, with burning flames befret:But vnder written this:O morte dura:Heereon when so you looke with eyesPura,The maide you fancie most will fauour you.
Eust.Ile trie this heart, in hope to finde it true.
Enter certaine Huntsmen and ladies.
Hunts.Widdowe Countesse well ymet,Euer may thy ioyes bee many,GentleIdafaire beset,1590Faire and wise, not fairer any:Frolike Huntsmen of the game,Willes you well, and giues you greeting.
Ida.Thanks good Woodman for the same,And our sport and merrie meeting.
Hunts.Vnto thee we do present,Siluer heart with arrow wounded.
Eust.This doth shadow my lament,Both feare and loue confounded.
Ladies.To the mother of the mayde,1600Faire as th’lillies, red as roses,Euen so many goods are saide,As her selfe in heart supposes.
Count.What are you friends, that thus doth wish vs wel?
Hunts.Your neighbours nigh, that haue on hunting beene,Who vnderstanding of your walking foorth,Prepare this traine to entertaine you with,This LadieDouglas, this SirEgmondis.
Count.Welcome ye Ladies, and thousand thanks for this,Come enter you a homely widdowes house,1610And if mine entertainment please you let vs feast.
Hunts.A louely ladie neuer wants a guest.
Exeunt Manet, Eustace, Ida.
Eust.Stay gentleIda, tell me what you deeme,What doth this hast, this tender heart beseeme?
Ida.Why not my Lord, since nature teacheth art,To sencelesse beastes to cure their greeuous smart.Dictanumserues to close the wound againe.
Eust.What helpe for those that loue?
Ida.Why loue againe.1620
Eust.Were I the Hart,
Ida.Then I the hearbe would bee.You shall not die for help, come follow me.
Exeunt.
Enter Andrew and Iaques.IV. iii.Iaq.Mon Deiu, whatmalheurebe this, me come a the chamber,SigniorAndrew,Mon Deiu, taka mypoinyard en mon maine,to giue theEstocadeto theDamoisella, per ma foy, there wasno person, elle cest en alle.And.The woorse luckeIaques, but because I am thy friend1630I will aduise the somewhat towards the attainement of thegallowes.Iaq.Gallowes, what be that?An.Marrie sir, a place of great promotion, where thou shaltby one turne aboue ground, rid the world of a knaue, & makea goodly ensample for all bloodie villaines of thy profession.Que ditte vous, Monsieur Andrew?And.I sayIaques, thou must keep this path, and high thee,for the Q. as I am certified, is departed with her dwarfe, apparelledlike a squire, ouertake her Frenchman, stab her, Ile1640promise thee this dubblet shall be happy.Iaq.Purquoy?And.It shall serue a iolle Gentleman,SirDominus MonsigniorHangman.Iaq.Cest tout,vnme willrama pour le monoy.And.Go, and the rot consume thee? Oh what a trim worldis this? My maister lius by cousoning the king, I by fllatteringhim:Slippermy fellow by stealing: and I by lying: is not thisa wylie accord, Gentlemen. This last night our iolly horsekeeperbeeing well stept in licor, confessed to me the stealing ofmy Maisters writings, and his great reward: now dare I not1650bewraye him, least he discouer my knauerie, but thus haue Iwrought: I vnderstand he will passe this way, to prouide himnecessaries, but if I and my fellowes faile not, wee will teachhim such a lesson, as shall cost him a chiefe place on pennilessebench for his labour: but yond he comes.Enter Slipper with a Tailor, a Shoomaker, and a Cutler.Slip.Taylor.Tayl.Sir.Slip.Let my dubblet bee white Northren, fiue groates theyard, I tell thee I will bee braue.Tayl.It shall sir.1660Slip.Now sir, cut it me like the battlements of a Custerd,ful of round holes: edge me the sleeues with Couentry-blew,and let the lynings bee of tenpenny locorum.Tayl.Very good sir.Slip.Make it the amorous cut, a flappe before.Tayl.And why so? that fashion is stale.Slip.Oh friend, thou art a simple fellow, I tell thee, a flap isa great friend to a storrie, it stands him in stead of cleane napery,and if a mans shert bee torne, it is a present penthouse todefend him from a cleane huswifes scoffe.1670Tay.You say sooth sir.Slip.Holde take thy mony, there is seuen shillings for thedubblet, and eight for the breeches, seuen and eight, birladiethirtie sixe is a faire deale of mony.Tayl.Farwell sir.Slip.Nay but stay Taylor.Tayl.Why sir?Slipper.Forget not this speciall mate,Let my back parts bee well linde,For there come many winter stormes from a windie bellie,1680I tell thee Shoo-maker.Shoe-ma.Gentleman what shoo will it please you to haue?Slip.A fine neate calues leather my friend.Shoo.Oh sir, that is too thin, it will not last you.Slip.I tell thee, it is my neer kinsman, for I amSlipper, whichhath his best grace in summer to bee suted in lakus skins,Guidwife Clarke was my Grandmother, and Goodman Neatherleathermine Vnckle, but my mother good woman. Alas,she was a Spaniard, and being wel tande and drest by a good-fellow,an Englishman, is growne to some wealth: as when I1690haue but my vpper parts, clad in her husbands costlie Spannishleather, I may bee bold to kisse the fayrest Ladies footein this contrey.Shoo.You are of high birth sir,But haue you all your mothers markes on you?Slip.Why knaue?Shoomaker.Because if thou come of the bloud of theSlippers,you should haue a Shoomakers Alle thrust through youreare.Exit.1700Slip.Take your earnest friend and be packing,And meddle not with my progenatorsCutler.Cutler.Heare sir.Slip.I must haue a Rapier and Dagger.Cutler.A Rapier and Dagger you meane sir?Slipper.Thou saiest true, but it must haue a verie faire edge,Cutler.Why so sir?Slip.Because it may cut by himselfe, for trulie my freende,I am a man of peace, and weare weapons but for facion.Cutler.Well sir, giue me earnest I will fit you.1710Slip.Hold take it, I betrust thee friend, let me be wel armed.Cutler.You shall.Exit Cutler.Slip.Nowe what remaines? theres twentie Crownes for ahouse, three crownes for houshol stuffe, six pence to buie aConstables staffe: nay I will be the chiefe of my parish, therewants nothing but a wench, a cat, a dog, a wife and a seruant, tomake an hole familie, shall I marrie withAlice, good mãGrimshauesdaughter, shee is faire, but indeede her tongue is likeClocks on Shrouetuesday, alwaies out of temper? shall I wedSisleyof the Whightõ? Ohn, o she is like a frog in a parcely bed,1720as scittish as an ele, if I seek to hãper her, she wil horne me: buta wench must be had maisterSlip. Yea and shal be deer friend.And.I now wil driue him from his contemplations. Oh mymates come forward, the lamb is vnpent, the fox shal preuaile.Enter three Antiques, who dance round, and takeSlipper with them.Slip.I will my freend, and I thanke you heartilie, pray keepeyour curtesie, I am yours in the way of an hornepipe, theyare strangers, I see they vnderstand not my language, weewee.1730VVhilest they are dauncing, Andrew takes away his money,and the other Antiques depart.Slip.Nay but my friends, one hornpipe, further a refluencebacke, and two doubles forward: what not one crosse point againstSundayes. What ho sirrha, you gone, you with the noselike an Eagle, and you be a right greeke, one turne more,theeues theeues, I am robd theeues. Is this the knauerie of Fidlers?Well, I will then binde the hole credit of their occupatiõon a bagpiper, and he for my money, but I will after, andteach them to caper in a halter, that haue cousoned me of my1740money.Exeunt.
Enter Andrew and Iaques.IV. iii.
Iaq.Mon Deiu, whatmalheurebe this, me come a the chamber,SigniorAndrew,Mon Deiu, taka mypoinyard en mon maine,to giue theEstocadeto theDamoisella, per ma foy, there wasno person, elle cest en alle.
And.The woorse luckeIaques, but because I am thy friend1630I will aduise the somewhat towards the attainement of thegallowes.
Iaq.Gallowes, what be that?
An.Marrie sir, a place of great promotion, where thou shaltby one turne aboue ground, rid the world of a knaue, & makea goodly ensample for all bloodie villaines of thy profession.
Que ditte vous, Monsieur Andrew?
And.I sayIaques, thou must keep this path, and high thee,for the Q. as I am certified, is departed with her dwarfe, apparelledlike a squire, ouertake her Frenchman, stab her, Ile1640promise thee this dubblet shall be happy.
Iaq.Purquoy?
And.It shall serue a iolle Gentleman,SirDominus MonsigniorHangman.
Iaq.Cest tout,vnme willrama pour le monoy.
And.Go, and the rot consume thee? Oh what a trim worldis this? My maister lius by cousoning the king, I by fllatteringhim:Slippermy fellow by stealing: and I by lying: is not thisa wylie accord, Gentlemen. This last night our iolly horsekeeperbeeing well stept in licor, confessed to me the stealing ofmy Maisters writings, and his great reward: now dare I not1650bewraye him, least he discouer my knauerie, but thus haue Iwrought: I vnderstand he will passe this way, to prouide himnecessaries, but if I and my fellowes faile not, wee will teachhim such a lesson, as shall cost him a chiefe place on pennilessebench for his labour: but yond he comes.
Enter Slipper with a Tailor, a Shoomaker, and a Cutler.
Slip.Taylor.
Tayl.Sir.
Slip.Let my dubblet bee white Northren, fiue groates theyard, I tell thee I will bee braue.
Tayl.It shall sir.1660
Slip.Now sir, cut it me like the battlements of a Custerd,ful of round holes: edge me the sleeues with Couentry-blew,and let the lynings bee of tenpenny locorum.
Tayl.Very good sir.
Slip.Make it the amorous cut, a flappe before.
Tayl.And why so? that fashion is stale.
Slip.Oh friend, thou art a simple fellow, I tell thee, a flap isa great friend to a storrie, it stands him in stead of cleane napery,and if a mans shert bee torne, it is a present penthouse todefend him from a cleane huswifes scoffe.1670
Tay.You say sooth sir.
Slip.Holde take thy mony, there is seuen shillings for thedubblet, and eight for the breeches, seuen and eight, birladiethirtie sixe is a faire deale of mony.
Tayl.Farwell sir.
Slip.Nay but stay Taylor.
Tayl.Why sir?
Slipper.Forget not this speciall mate,Let my back parts bee well linde,For there come many winter stormes from a windie bellie,1680I tell thee Shoo-maker.
Shoe-ma.Gentleman what shoo will it please you to haue?
Slip.A fine neate calues leather my friend.
Shoo.Oh sir, that is too thin, it will not last you.
Slip.I tell thee, it is my neer kinsman, for I amSlipper, whichhath his best grace in summer to bee suted in lakus skins,Guidwife Clarke was my Grandmother, and Goodman Neatherleathermine Vnckle, but my mother good woman. Alas,she was a Spaniard, and being wel tande and drest by a good-fellow,an Englishman, is growne to some wealth: as when I1690haue but my vpper parts, clad in her husbands costlie Spannishleather, I may bee bold to kisse the fayrest Ladies footein this contrey.
Shoo.You are of high birth sir,But haue you all your mothers markes on you?
Slip.Why knaue?
Shoomaker.Because if thou come of the bloud of theSlippers,you should haue a Shoomakers Alle thrust through youreare.
Exit.1700
Slip.Take your earnest friend and be packing,And meddle not with my progenatorsCutler.
Cutler.Heare sir.
Slip.I must haue a Rapier and Dagger.
Cutler.A Rapier and Dagger you meane sir?
Slipper.Thou saiest true, but it must haue a verie faire edge,
Cutler.Why so sir?
Slip.Because it may cut by himselfe, for trulie my freende,I am a man of peace, and weare weapons but for facion.
Cutler.Well sir, giue me earnest I will fit you.1710
Slip.Hold take it, I betrust thee friend, let me be wel armed.
Cutler.You shall.Exit Cutler.
Slip.Nowe what remaines? theres twentie Crownes for ahouse, three crownes for houshol stuffe, six pence to buie aConstables staffe: nay I will be the chiefe of my parish, therewants nothing but a wench, a cat, a dog, a wife and a seruant, tomake an hole familie, shall I marrie withAlice, good mãGrimshauesdaughter, shee is faire, but indeede her tongue is likeClocks on Shrouetuesday, alwaies out of temper? shall I wedSisleyof the Whightõ? Ohn, o she is like a frog in a parcely bed,1720as scittish as an ele, if I seek to hãper her, she wil horne me: buta wench must be had maisterSlip. Yea and shal be deer friend.
And.I now wil driue him from his contemplations. Oh mymates come forward, the lamb is vnpent, the fox shal preuaile.
Enter three Antiques, who dance round, and takeSlipper with them.
Slip.I will my freend, and I thanke you heartilie, pray keepeyour curtesie, I am yours in the way of an hornepipe, theyare strangers, I see they vnderstand not my language, weewee.1730
VVhilest they are dauncing, Andrew takes away his money,and the other Antiques depart.
Slip.Nay but my friends, one hornpipe, further a refluencebacke, and two doubles forward: what not one crosse point againstSundayes. What ho sirrha, you gone, you with the noselike an Eagle, and you be a right greeke, one turne more,theeues theeues, I am robd theeues. Is this the knauerie of Fidlers?Well, I will then binde the hole credit of their occupatiõon a bagpiper, and he for my money, but I will after, andteach them to caper in a halter, that haue cousoned me of my1740money.
Exeunt.
EnterNano, Dorothea,in mans apparell.IV. iv.Doro.AhNano, I am wearie of these weedes,Wearie to weeld this weapon that I bare:Wearie of loue, from whom my woe proceedes.Wearie of toyle, since I haue lost my deare,O wearie life, where wanted no distresse,But euery thought is paide with heauinesse.Na.Too much of wearie madame, if you please,1750Sit downe, let wearie dye, and take your ease.Dorot.How looke INanolike a man or no?Nano.If not a man, yet like a manlie shrowe.Doro.If any come and meete vs on the way,What should we do if they inforce vs stay.Na.Set cap a huffe, and challenge him the field,Suppose the worst, the weake may fight to yeeld.Dorot.The battaileNanoin this troubled minde,Is farre more fierce then euer we may finde.The bodies wounds by medicines may be eased,1760But griefes of mindes, by salues are not appealed.Na.Say Madame, will you heare yourNanosing?Dor.Of woe good boy, but of no other thing:Na.What if I sing of fancie will it please?Dor.To such as hope successe, such noats breede ease.Na.What if I sing likeDamonto my sheepe?Dor.LikePhillisI will sit me downe to weepe.Na.Nay since my songs afford such pleasure small,Ile sit me downe, and sing you none at all.Doro.Oh be not angrieNano.1770Nano.Nay you loath,To thinke on that, which doth content vs both.Doro.And how?Nano.You scorne desport when you are wearie,And loath my mirth, who liue to make you merry.Doro.Danger and fear withdraw me from delight.Na.Tis vertue to contemne fals Fortunes spight.Do.What shuld I do to please thee friendly squire?Na.A smile a day, is all I will require:And if you pay me well the smiles you owe me,1780Ile kill this cursed care, or else beshrowe me.Doug.We are descried, ohManowe are dead.Enter Iaques his sword drawne.Nano.Tut yet you walk, you are not dead indeed,Drawe me your sword, if he your way withstand.Do.And I will seeke for rescue out of hand,RunNanorunne, preuent thy Princes death.Na.Feare not, ile run all danger out of breath.Iaq.Ah youcalletta, youstrumpet,ta Matressa Doretie este, voussurpriuscome say your pater noster,car vous est mort par ma foy1790Do.Callet,me strumpet,Catiueas thou artBut euen a Princesse borne, who scorne thy threats.Shall neuer French man say, an English mayd,Of threats of forraine force will be afraid.Iaq.You nodire vostre prieges, vrbleme merchants famme,guardayourbresta, there me make you die on my morglay,Doro.God sheeld me haplesse princes and a wife.They fight, and shee is sore wounded.And saue my soule, altho I loose my life.Ah I am slaine, some piteous power repay,1800This murtherers cursed deed, that doth me stay.Iaq.Elle est tout mort, me will runnepura wager, for feare mebesurpryesandpendufor my labour. Be inIe meu alera au royauy cits me affaires, Ie serra vn chiualier, for this daies trauaile.Exit.EnterNano, S. Cutbert Anderson,his sword drawne.S. Cutb.Where is this poore distressed gentleman?Nano.Here laid on ground, and wounded to the death.1810Ah gentle heart, how are these beautious lookes,Dimd by the tyrant cruelties of death:Oh wearie soule, breake thou from forth my brest,And ioyne thee with the soule I honoured most.S. Cut.Leaue mourning friend, the man is yet aliue,Some helpe me to conuey him to my house:There will I see him carefully recured,And send priuie search to catch the murtherer.Nano.The God of heauen reward the curteous knight.Exeunt.And they beare outDorothea.1820
EnterNano, Dorothea,in mans apparell.IV. iv.
Doro.AhNano, I am wearie of these weedes,Wearie to weeld this weapon that I bare:Wearie of loue, from whom my woe proceedes.Wearie of toyle, since I haue lost my deare,O wearie life, where wanted no distresse,But euery thought is paide with heauinesse.
Na.Too much of wearie madame, if you please,1750Sit downe, let wearie dye, and take your ease.
Dorot.How looke INanolike a man or no?
Nano.If not a man, yet like a manlie shrowe.
Doro.If any come and meete vs on the way,What should we do if they inforce vs stay.
Na.Set cap a huffe, and challenge him the field,Suppose the worst, the weake may fight to yeeld.
Dorot.The battaileNanoin this troubled minde,Is farre more fierce then euer we may finde.The bodies wounds by medicines may be eased,1760But griefes of mindes, by salues are not appealed.
Na.Say Madame, will you heare yourNanosing?
Dor.Of woe good boy, but of no other thing:
Na.What if I sing of fancie will it please?
Dor.To such as hope successe, such noats breede ease.
Na.What if I sing likeDamonto my sheepe?
Dor.LikePhillisI will sit me downe to weepe.
Na.Nay since my songs afford such pleasure small,Ile sit me downe, and sing you none at all.
Doro.Oh be not angrieNano.1770
Nano.Nay you loath,To thinke on that, which doth content vs both.
Doro.And how?
Nano.You scorne desport when you are wearie,And loath my mirth, who liue to make you merry.
Doro.Danger and fear withdraw me from delight.
Na.Tis vertue to contemne fals Fortunes spight.
Do.What shuld I do to please thee friendly squire?
Na.A smile a day, is all I will require:And if you pay me well the smiles you owe me,1780Ile kill this cursed care, or else beshrowe me.
Doug.We are descried, ohManowe are dead.
Enter Iaques his sword drawne.
Nano.Tut yet you walk, you are not dead indeed,Drawe me your sword, if he your way withstand.
Do.And I will seeke for rescue out of hand,RunNanorunne, preuent thy Princes death.
Na.Feare not, ile run all danger out of breath.
Iaq.Ah youcalletta, youstrumpet,ta Matressa Doretie este, voussurpriuscome say your pater noster,car vous est mort par ma foy1790
Do.Callet,me strumpet,Catiueas thou artBut euen a Princesse borne, who scorne thy threats.Shall neuer French man say, an English mayd,Of threats of forraine force will be afraid.
Iaq.You nodire vostre prieges, vrbleme merchants famme,guardayourbresta, there me make you die on my morglay,
Doro.God sheeld me haplesse princes and a wife.They fight, and shee is sore wounded.And saue my soule, altho I loose my life.Ah I am slaine, some piteous power repay,1800This murtherers cursed deed, that doth me stay.
They fight, and shee is sore wounded.
Iaq.Elle est tout mort, me will runnepura wager, for feare mebesurpryesandpendufor my labour. Be inIe meu alera au royauy cits me affaires, Ie serra vn chiualier, for this daies trauaile.
Exit.
EnterNano, S. Cutbert Anderson,his sword drawne.
S. Cutb.Where is this poore distressed gentleman?
Nano.Here laid on ground, and wounded to the death.1810Ah gentle heart, how are these beautious lookes,Dimd by the tyrant cruelties of death:Oh wearie soule, breake thou from forth my brest,And ioyne thee with the soule I honoured most.
S. Cut.Leaue mourning friend, the man is yet aliue,Some helpe me to conuey him to my house:There will I see him carefully recured,And send priuie search to catch the murtherer.
Nano.The God of heauen reward the curteous knight.
Exeunt.And they beare outDorothea.1820
Enter the King of Scots,Iaques,Ateukin,Andrew,IaquesIV. v.running with his swoord one way, the King with histraine an other way.K. of S.StayIaques, feare not, sheath thy murthering blade:Loe here thy King and friends are come abroad,To saue thee from the terrors of pursuite:What is she dead?Iaq.Wee Monsieur, elle is blesse per lake teste, oues les espanles,I warrant she no trouble you.Ateu.Oh then my liege, how happie art thou growne,1830How fauoured of the heauens, and blest by loue:Mee thinkes I see faireIdain thine armes,Crauing remission for her late attempt,Mee thinke I see her blushing steale a kisse:Vniting both your soules by such a sweete,And you my King suck Nectar from her lips.Why then delaies your grace to gaine the restYou long desired? why loose we forward time?Write, make me spokesman now, vow marriage,If she deny your fauour let me die.1840Andr.Mightie and magnificent potentate, giue credence tomine honorable good Lord, for I heard the Midwife sweare athis natiuitie, that the Faieries gaue him the propertie of theThracian stone, for who toucheth it, is exempted from griefe,and he that heareth my Maisters counsell, is alreadle possessedof happinesse: nay which is more myraculous, as the Nobleman in his infancie lay in his Cradle, a swarme of Bees laid honeyon his lippes, in token of his eloquence.For melle dulcierfluit oratio.Ateu.Your grace must beare with imperfections:1850This is exceeding loue that makes him speake.K. of S.AteukinI am rauisht in conceit,And yet deprest againe with earnest thoughts,Me thinkes this murther soundeth in mine eare,A threatning noyse of dire and sharp reuenge.I am incenst with greefe, yet faine would ioy,What may I do to end me of these doubts?Ateu.Why Prince it is no murther in a King,To end an others life to saue his owne,For you are not as common people bee.1860Who die and perish with a fewe mans teares,But if you faile, the state doth whole defaultThe Realme is rent in twaine, in such alosse,AndAristotleholdeth this for true,Of euills needs we must chuse the least,Then better were it, that a woman died,Then all the helpe ofScotlandshould be blent,Tis pollicie my liege, in euerie state,To cut off members that disturbe the head.And by corruption generation growes.1870And contraries maintaine the world and state.K. of S.Enough I am confirmed,Ateukincome,Rid me of loue, and rid me of my greefe,Driue thou the tyrant from this tainted brest,Then may I triumph in the height of ioy,Go to mineIda, tell her that I vowe,To raise her head and make her honours great.Go to mineIda, tell her that her haires,Salbe embollished with orient pearles,And Crownes of Saphyrs compassing her browes,1880Shall weare with those sweete beauties of her eyes.Go to mineIda, tell her that my souleShall keepe her semblance closed in my brest,And I in touching of her milke-white mould,Will thinke me deified in such a grace:I like no stay, go write and I will signe.Reward meIaques, giue him store of Crowne.And sirrhaAndrew, scout thou here in Court:And bring me tydings if thou canst perceiueThe least intent of muttering in my traine,1890For either those that wrong thy Lord or thee,Shall suffer death.Exitthe King.Ateu.How much ô mightie king,Is thyAteukinbound to honour thee:Bowe theeAndrew, bend thine sturdie knees,Seest thou not here thine onely God on earth?Iaq.Mes on est mon argent Signior.Ateu.Come follow me, his graue I see is made,That thus on suddain he hath left vs here.ComeIaques, we wil haue our packet soone dispatcht1900And you shall be my mate vpon the way.Iaq.Come vous plera Monsieur.Exeunt.Andr.Was neuer such a world I thinke before,When sinners seeme to daunce within a net,The flatterer and the murtherer they grow big,By hooke or crooke promotion now is sought,In such a world where men are so missed,What should I do? but as the Prouerbe saith,Runne with the Hare, and hunt with the Hound.1910To haue two meanes, beseemes a wittie man:Now here in Court I may aspire and clime,By subtiltie for my maisters death.And if that faile, well fare an other drift:I will in secret certaine letters sendVnto the English King, and let him knowThe order of his daughters ouerthtow.That if my maister crack his credit here,As I am sure long flattery cannot hold,I may haue meanes within the English Court1920To scape the scourge that waits on bad aduice.Exit.
Enter the King of Scots,Iaques,Ateukin,Andrew,IaquesIV. v.running with his swoord one way, the King with histraine an other way.
K. of S.StayIaques, feare not, sheath thy murthering blade:Loe here thy King and friends are come abroad,To saue thee from the terrors of pursuite:What is she dead?
Iaq.Wee Monsieur, elle is blesse per lake teste, oues les espanles,I warrant she no trouble you.
Ateu.Oh then my liege, how happie art thou growne,1830How fauoured of the heauens, and blest by loue:Mee thinkes I see faireIdain thine armes,Crauing remission for her late attempt,Mee thinke I see her blushing steale a kisse:Vniting both your soules by such a sweete,And you my King suck Nectar from her lips.Why then delaies your grace to gaine the restYou long desired? why loose we forward time?Write, make me spokesman now, vow marriage,If she deny your fauour let me die.1840
Andr.Mightie and magnificent potentate, giue credence tomine honorable good Lord, for I heard the Midwife sweare athis natiuitie, that the Faieries gaue him the propertie of theThracian stone, for who toucheth it, is exempted from griefe,and he that heareth my Maisters counsell, is alreadle possessedof happinesse: nay which is more myraculous, as the Nobleman in his infancie lay in his Cradle, a swarme of Bees laid honeyon his lippes, in token of his eloquence.For melle dulcierfluit oratio.
Ateu.Your grace must beare with imperfections:1850This is exceeding loue that makes him speake.
K. of S.AteukinI am rauisht in conceit,And yet deprest againe with earnest thoughts,Me thinkes this murther soundeth in mine eare,A threatning noyse of dire and sharp reuenge.I am incenst with greefe, yet faine would ioy,What may I do to end me of these doubts?
Ateu.Why Prince it is no murther in a King,To end an others life to saue his owne,For you are not as common people bee.1860Who die and perish with a fewe mans teares,But if you faile, the state doth whole defaultThe Realme is rent in twaine, in such alosse,AndAristotleholdeth this for true,Of euills needs we must chuse the least,Then better were it, that a woman died,Then all the helpe ofScotlandshould be blent,Tis pollicie my liege, in euerie state,To cut off members that disturbe the head.And by corruption generation growes.1870And contraries maintaine the world and state.
K. of S.Enough I am confirmed,Ateukincome,Rid me of loue, and rid me of my greefe,Driue thou the tyrant from this tainted brest,Then may I triumph in the height of ioy,Go to mineIda, tell her that I vowe,To raise her head and make her honours great.Go to mineIda, tell her that her haires,Salbe embollished with orient pearles,And Crownes of Saphyrs compassing her browes,1880Shall weare with those sweete beauties of her eyes.Go to mineIda, tell her that my souleShall keepe her semblance closed in my brest,And I in touching of her milke-white mould,Will thinke me deified in such a grace:I like no stay, go write and I will signe.Reward meIaques, giue him store of Crowne.And sirrhaAndrew, scout thou here in Court:And bring me tydings if thou canst perceiueThe least intent of muttering in my traine,1890For either those that wrong thy Lord or thee,Shall suffer death.Exitthe King.
Ateu.How much ô mightie king,Is thyAteukinbound to honour thee:Bowe theeAndrew, bend thine sturdie knees,Seest thou not here thine onely God on earth?
Iaq.Mes on est mon argent Signior.
Ateu.Come follow me, his graue I see is made,That thus on suddain he hath left vs here.ComeIaques, we wil haue our packet soone dispatcht1900And you shall be my mate vpon the way.
Iaq.Come vous plera Monsieur.
Exeunt.
Andr.Was neuer such a world I thinke before,When sinners seeme to daunce within a net,The flatterer and the murtherer they grow big,By hooke or crooke promotion now is sought,In such a world where men are so missed,What should I do? but as the Prouerbe saith,Runne with the Hare, and hunt with the Hound.1910To haue two meanes, beseemes a wittie man:Now here in Court I may aspire and clime,By subtiltie for my maisters death.And if that faile, well fare an other drift:I will in secret certaine letters sendVnto the English King, and let him knowThe order of his daughters ouerthtow.That if my maister crack his credit here,As I am sure long flattery cannot hold,I may haue meanes within the English Court1920To scape the scourge that waits on bad aduice.Exit.