KING EDWARD

I have married a woman, else I am decesue mote er. Faith mother some we have indeed, but ere long you shall see us make work for and heir apparent I doubt not, nay, nay, come-come, Gods will what chid g Still B my faith mother, I hope you all see the night too, and in the morning I will be bold to ld you to the Christ king Gr ndmother, and Godmother to a Prince of Wales, tut mother, 'tis a st king world. No by my faith mother I sent Warwick into France for n other, but this by chance being nearer hand, and come ming in the way I cannot tell how, we concluded, and now (as you see) are going about to get a young King. sh mother you are dece ude, all true subjects shall have use to thank God, to have their King born of a true Engl woman, I tell you it was never u ll since we imatched with h strangers, so our children have been still l ke Chickens of the half kind but where the rock and the hen be both of one read, there is Like to be birds of the game: h re you mother, hear you, had I gone to it by fortune, I worser made your sons George and Dick to have stood Gam ping after the crown: this wench mother is a widow, and hath made proof of her valour, and for any thing I know, I am as Like to do the deed as John Grey her husband was, I had rather the people prayed to bless mine heir, then selide me and heir: hold your peace, if you can see, there was never mother had a to warder son, why Cousin Howard and Tom Sellinger herd you ever such a coil about a wife? Come, come have done, n w have you changed worser nough, G ds ote, we were as merry ere she came, as any people in Chrstendome, I with the missed S, and these with the ma es: only we have no fiddlers at our feast, but mother you have m de a fit of mirth: welcome to Grafton mother, by my troth you are even ust come as I wished you here, let us go to supper, and in Charity give us your blessing ere we go to Bed. Where is my Lord Mayor? You have not ane the bastard Falconbridge: Or is he slain? Shore kneel thou down. What call the else his name? Well, be it as thou wilt, some other way We will devise to quittance thy deserts, And not to fail therein upon my word. Now let me tell you all my friends at once, Your King is married, since you saw him last, And haste to help you in this needful time, Made me on sudden to forsake my bride. But seeing all things are fallen out so well, And there remains no further doubt of ill, Let me ntreate you would go boot your selves, And bring your King a little on his way. How say you my Lord, shall it be so? Why then set forward Gentlemen, And come L. Mayor, I must confer with you. A vout man, and whats King Edward? Dol thou Like him the worse for that? Prée thee tell me, how love they King Edward? Wouldst thou lend him no money if he should need? Faith whither love thou better Harry or Edward. I, but I know to whom I speak it. Well let it go no further, for I did serve King Harry and I love him best, though now I serve King Edward. My name is Ned, I am the Kings Butler, and he will do more for me, then for any Noble man in the Court. Good news my boys, Harry the sixth is dead, peruse that letter: sirrah, drink you that, gives his purse, and stay not but post back again for life, and thank my brother Gloucester for his news, commend me to him, isle see him to morrow night. How Like the it sirs? The merrier with our host the Tanner Tom, My Lord take you that letter to the Ladies, Bid them be merry with that second course, And if we see them not before we go, Pray them to journey easily after us, Weel post to London, so good night my Lord. Pre thee tell v thy meaning. A pretty wench be my say. I Like her so well, I would ye would make Me your son in law. He does indeed, Tom, and hereafter isle tell him more. Heavy news there, King Henry is dead. But how will the commons take it? I drink to my wife that may be. Tush, her father offers nothing, having no more chil dren but her. Let that pass, and let us hear your song. No matter Hobs, we will not go to bed. Even what thou wilt, for it is near day. Tanner, Gramercy for our hearty cheer, If ere it be thy chance to come to court, Inquire for me Ned the Kings butler, Or Tom of the Kings chamber my companion, And see what welcome we will give thee there. Come Tom for London, horse, and hence away. Rather because no wealth can purchase it. O she gave more, that such a gift then gave, Then earth ere had, or world shall ever have. That easily proves he does not know the worth. Indeed none should adventure on the thing, Thats to been purchased only by a King. Lives there a King, that would not give his crown, To purchase such a kingdom of content? Why mistress Shore, I am the man will do it. But shall I have it? Why since I saw Thee last. Of me you did, and we had some discourse. I'll gage my hand unto your hand of that, Look well upon me. Am I so soon cut off? o spite. How say you mistress, will you take my offer? Yowl not be offered fairlier I believe. See many world's arrow, affords not Like. Still is my hindzer there? be patient heart, Some fitter season must assuage the smart. What will you take that mistress which I offered you? I come again sir, as one willing to buy. I am too near already, thou so near. Nay, nay, she knows what I did offer her, And in good sadness, I can give no more, So fare you well sir, I will not deal with you. The most thou seest is hurt unto my self How for thy sake, is majesty disroabde? Riches made poor, and dignity brought low, Only that thou mightest our affection know. What of him Cousin? Have then a care we be not seen of him, Until we been provided for the purpose, Because once more weel have a little sport, Tom Sellinger, let that care be yours. Lord Mayor, thanks to your self and them, And go you with us now into the Tower, To see the order that we shall observe, In this so needful preparation, The better may you signify to them, What needs there was of their benevolence. Having awaked forth of their sléepis dens, Our drourie Cannons, which ere long shall charm The watchful French, with death's eternal sleep, And all things else in readiness for France, A while we will give truce unto our care, There is a merry Tanner near at hand, With whom we mean to be a little merry. Therefore Lord Mayor, and you my other friends, I must entreat you not, to knowledge me, No man stand bore, all as companions, Give me a Cloak, that I may be disguised , Tom Sellinger, go thou and take another, So Tanner, now come when ye please, we are provided, And in good time, see he is come already. Tom Sellenger, go thou and meet him. In health John Hobs, and very glad to see thee, But say, what wind drove thee to London. Yes Tanner, what of him? If that be all Tanner, isle warrant him, I will procure his pardon of the King. And I perhaps may wear it for her sake, In better presence then thou art aware off, How by them Tanner? No trust me Tanner, this is not the King, but thou shalt see the King before thou goest, and have a pardon for thy son too with thee. This man is the Lord Mayor, Lord Mayor of London, here was the Recorder too, but he is gone. My Lord Mayor, I pray you for my sake, to bid this honest Tanner welcome. No sooner comes the King, but I will do it. The Master of Saint Katherine's hath marred all: Look to the Tanner there, he takes no harm, I would not have him (for my crown) miscarry. But when Tanner canst thou tell? Tanner attend, not only do we pardon thee, But in all princely kindness welcome thee, And thy sons trespass do we pardon too, Over go and see that forthwith it be drawn, Under our seal of England, as it ought, And forty pounds we give Thee to defray Thy charges in thy coming up to London. Now Tanner, what sayest thou to us? We mean it Tanner, on our royal word. Now master of S. Katherine's, what would you? How long hast thou been a Widow? Lord Mayor, we thank you and entreat withal, To recommend us to our Citizens: We must for France, we bid you all farewell, Come Tanner thou shalt with us to Court, To marrow you shall dine with my Lord Mayor, And after ward set homeward when you please: God and our right that only fights for us, Adieu, pray that our toil prove prosperous. Thanks good L. Mayor, you may condemn us Of too much slackness in such urgent need: But we assure you on our royal word, So soon as we had gathered us a power, We dallied not, but mane all hast we could, What order have you taken for Falconbridge, And his confederates in this rebellion? Well have you done, And we will see it paid from our Erchequer. Now leave we this and come to you, That have so well veserude in these affairs, Affairs, I mean of so main consequence. Kneel down and all of you receive in field, The honour you have merited in field. Arise Sir John Crosby, L. Mayor of London & Knight. Arise up Sir Ralph Iosseline knight. Arise Sir Thomas Vrswicke our Recorder of London, and Knight. Now tell me which is M. Shore. Shore, why kneelest thou not, and at thy Souetaignes hand receive thy right? And thou dost not hate the house of York? Go with me to the Court and isle bring Thee to the king, & what suit so ere thou have to him, the warrant Thee to speed Hast thou no suit touching thy trade, to transport hides or fell leather only in a certain circuit, or about Bark, or such Like, to have letters patents? What pity John Hobs? I prée Thee say all. Satcst thou me so anner well lets cast lots whither thou shalt go with me to Drayton, or I go home with that e to Tamworth. Heres my hand, isle but go & see the King seru'de, and le be at home as soon as thy self. Farewell John Hobs, the honest true Tanner I see plain men by observation, Of things that altar in the change of times, Daughter knowledge, and the meanest life, Proporrioned with content sufficiency, Is mericr then the mighty state of Kings. Now now? what news bring you sirs, Where the Quoene? Tom Sellinger I have other business; Astray from you and all my other train, I met a Tanner, such a merry mate, So frolic, and so full of good conceit, That I have given my word to be his guest, Because he knows me not to be the King: Good Cousin Howard grudge not at the lest, But greet my mother and my wife from me, Bid them be merry, I must have my humour, Let them both sup and sleep when they see time, Commend me kindly to Sir Humphrey Bows, Tell him at breakfast I will visit him. This night Tom Sellinger and I must feast With Hobs the Tanner, there plain Ned & Tom. No King nor Sellinger for a thousand pound. Now my Lord Mayor, have we not kept our word? Because we could not stay to dine with you: At our departure hence, we promised, First food we tasted at our back return, Should be with you, still yielding hearty thanks, To you and all our London Citizens, For the great service which you did perform Against that bold de rebel Falconbridge. Thanks good Lord Mayor, but where my Lady Maio resse, I hope that she will bid us welcome too. How? mistress Shore? what not his wife That did refuse his knighthood at our hand? What M. Shore, we are your debtor still, But by Gods grace intend not so to die: And Gentlewoman, now before your face, I must condemn him of discourtesy, Yea, and of great wrong that he hath offered you, For you had been a Lady but for him. He was in fault, trust me he was to blame, To hinder virtue of her endue by right. Nor do I mistress Shore, now my Lo. Mayor Edward dare boldly swear that he is welcome, You spoke the word well, very well i'faith, But mistress Shore her tougue hath guilded it, Tell me Cousin Howard and Tom Sellinger, Had ever Citizen so fair a wife? Why how now Tom? Nay rather how now Ned? What change is this? proud, saucy roving eye, What whisperst in my brain, that she is fair? I know it, I see it, fairer then my Queen? oulost thou maintain it? what & thou traitor heart, Wouldst thou shake hands in this conspiracy? Down rebel, back base treacherous conceit, I will not credit Thee, my Bess is fair, And Shores wife but a blouze, compared to her, Come let us fit, here will I take my place. And my Lord Mayor, fill me a bowl of wine, That I may drink to your elected Majoress, And M. Shore tell me how Like you this, My L. Mayor makes your wife his L. Majoress? Fill our cup, and Lady Majoress, This ll carouse we mean to drink to you, And you must pledge us, but yet no more, That n you shall please to answer us withal. Nay you must drink to some body, yea Tom to thee? Well sirrah, see you do her right: For Edward would, o would to God he might. Yet idle eye, wilt thou be gadding still? Keep home, keep home, for fear of further ill. How now? letters to us, from whom? What news from them? To claim our right in France? And they will aid us, yea, will you so? But other aid must aid us ere we go. A woman's aid, that hath more power then France To crown us, or to kill us with mischance. If chased resolve be to such beauty tied, Sue how thou canst, thou wilt be still denied, Her husband hath deserved well of thee, Tut, love makes no respect where re it be, Thou wrongest thy Queen: every inforced ill, Must be endur'de, where beauty seeks to kill: Thou seemest to read, only to blind their eyes, Who knowing it, thy folly would despise. Thanks for my cheer L. Mayor, I am not well, I know not how to take these news. This fit I , That hath bereft me of all reason elean. Nay nothing I shall be well anon. I, feign with thee, nay we must needs be gone, Cousin Howard convey these letters to our counsel, And bid them give us their advise of them, Thanks for my cheer L. Mayor, farewell to you And farewell Mistress Shore, La. Majoress I should say, It's you have caused our parting at this time. Farewell M. Shore, farewell to all, Weel meet once more to make amends for this. Well fare a case to put a King in yet, Good mistress Shore this does your love procure, This shape is secret, and I hope ti's sure, The Wlatermen that daily use the Court, And see me often, knew me not in this, At Lion key I landed in their view, Yet none of them took knowledge of the King, If any gallant strive to have the wall, I'll yield it gently: Soft here must I turn, Heeres Lombard street, and heres the Pelican, And theres the Phoenix in the Pelicans nest, Oh rare perfection of rich nature's work, Bright twinkling spark of precious Diamond, Of greater valve then all India, Were there no Sun, by whose kind lovely heat The earth brings forth those stones we hold of prize, Her radiant eyes dejected to the ground, Would turn each pebble to a Diamond. Gaze greedy eyes and be not satisfied, Till you find rest, where hearts desire does bide. Your fairest jewel, been it not too deer. First how this Saphire mistress that you wear? No, nor the Like, you praise it passing well. At the L. Majors, in the presence of the King. Only thy love (bright angel) Edward craves, For which I thus adventured to see Thee. Alas good Shore, my self dare answer no. Nothing can make Thee such a jewel forgo. She faith you shall be too much looser by it. Thou mayest conuid me (beauty's pride) of boldness, That I intrude Like and unbidden guest, But love being guide, my fault will seem the less. The want of Thee, fair Cinthia is the cause, Spread thou thy silver-brightness in the air, And strait the gladsome morning will appear. It lies within the compass of my pour, To dim their enu ous eyes, dare seem to lower, But leaving this our Enigmatike talk, Thou must sweet Jane repair unto the Court, His tongue intreats, controls the greatest peer, His hand plights love, a royal sceptre holds, And in his heart be hath confirmde thy good, Which may not, must not, shall not be withstood. Blame not the time, thou shalt h we cause to soi. Jane in the eueniug I will send for thee, And thou and thine shall be advanced by me. In sign whereof receive this truelove kiss, Nothing ill meant, there can be no amiss. And have our country subjects been so frank And bountiful in their benevolence, Towards our present expedition? Thanks Cousin Howard for thy pains herein: We will would e letters sent to every Shire Of thankful gratitude, that they may know, How highly we respect their gentleness. Trust me I must requite that honest Tanner. O had he kept his word, and come to Court, Then in good sadness we had had good sport. But who hath seen him since he came to rowne? Welcome L. Mayor, what have you signified Our thankfulness unto our Citizens, For their ate gathered benevolence? In all which space, couldst thou not find a man. On whom thou mightest bestow thy self again? No widow? that isle try, how Like you this? Marry Widow and thou shalt have it, John Hobs thou art a widower, Lackest thou such a wife? olla my friend, good fellow pre Thee stay. If thou be a good fellow, let me borrow a word. Why? dost thou not love a good fellow? Dost thou think I am one? I mean Thee no harm. On my troth I mean she none. The King is hunting hereabout, didst thou see his Majesty? Tush, I mean his Grace. Why for King Edward, knowest thou any more Kings then one? Didst thou see his Highness? How low hath he put him? Amen, I Like thy talk so well, I would I knew thy name. No. Not till now I promise thee, but now I Like thee well. S that thy gray mare thats tide at the style with the h es on her backe': Theres neither man nor horse, but only one mare. arry man, tarry, that le sooner take my gelding then thy grav mare, for I we tide mine by her. Ill bear Thee company. May boot, thats boot worthy, I look for boot of Thee. I faith honest Tanner, isle ever keep promise with Thee, pre thee bid my friend welcome. 'Tis set indeed upon the fairest hand, that ere I saw. Might he i'faith? I meant the hand. Yet he that offers fairer then isle do, shall hardly find a partner in his bargain. Shall I say my conscience? I think Harry is the true king. Thou art of my mind, but I say Harry S the law full King, Edward is but and usurper, and a fool and a continued ward. Yes, Tom shall be thy surety Tanner I will know Thee. Nay drink to us L. Mayor, weel have it so, Go to I say, you are our Taster now, Drink then, and we will pledge ye. His hap was good that came so easily by it. But I will give that star a comets name, And shy worser both Thee and him from further blame. Now by my crown, a gallant Lusty Girl, Of all the exhibition yet bestowed, This woman's liberality likes me best. Is thy name Norton? Well let this Phaeton that is mountel thus, Look he fit surely, or by England's George, I'll break his neck, this is no new evasion, I surely thought that one day I should see, That bastard Falcon take his wings to mount, Into our Eagle airy, me thought I saw, Black iscontent fit ever on his brow, And now I see I calculated well, Good Cousin Howard, and Tom Sellinger, This night weel spend in fe st and llitie, With our new Queen, a worser our beloved mother, To morrow you shall hau commission, To raise up power against this haughty rebel: Sirrah depart not till you know our pleasant re, You shall convey us letters back to London, Unto the Mayor, Recorder, and our friends, Is supper ready? come by my bonny Bess, Welcome mother, we are all your guests. I'll give thee a Noble if I Like her pace, lay thy Cow bides in my saddle, and lets jog towards Drayton. Thou wilt Like me better before we do partly, I pray Thee tell ee, what say they of the King? If the King know't not now, he shall never know it for me. Well said good Cose, I pray thee make them friends, why how now Bess, what weep? nay then isle chide y u: what sudden news comes by this messenger? How st thou Tanner, wilt thou take my cour S to for thy mare?