KING EDWARD

Tell not me Burgundy, 'tis I am wronged, And you have dealt Like a disloyal Knight. There was no such exception in your letters. Why smiles Lord Scales? I thought so much: We should not yet have seen your excellence, But that your heels were better then your hands. Letting that pass, it shall be seen my Lord, That we are able of our self to claim Our right in France, without or your assistance, Or any others, but the help of heaven. Accuse him not, your cities as we came, Were even as much to be condemnde as his, They gave us leave to lie within the field, And scarcely would afford us meat for money. This was small friendship in respect of that, You had ingagde your honour to perform. But march we forward as we were determined, This is S. Quintins, where you say my Lord, The Constable is ready to receive us. Well we shall see his entertainment: forward. Fly to our main battle, bid them stand, Theres treason plotted: speak to me Lord Scales, Or if there be no power of life remaining, To utter thy hearts gr euance, make a sign, Two of our common soldiers slain beside, This is hard welcome: but it was not you, At whom the tatall engineer did aim, My breast the level was, though you the mark, In which conspiracy answer me Duke, Is not thy soul as guilty as the Earls? Howard and Sellinger? What is there hope of life in none of them? Convey his body to our Pavilion, And let our Surgeons use all diligence They can devise for safeguard of his life, While we with all extremity of war, Go plague S. Quintins: Howard fetch on our powers, We will not stir a foot, till we have she wne Just vengeance on the Constable of France. O God, to woo us first to pass the sea, And at our coming thus to halt with us, I think the Like thereof was never seen. But where the Duke? A pair of most dissembling hypocrites, Is he and this base Earl, on whom I vow, Leaving King Lewis vnpreiudizde in peace, To spend the whole measure of my kindled rage, Their streets shall sweat with their effused blood, And this bright Sun be darkened with the smoke, Of smouldering cinders, when their city lies Buried in ashes of revengeful fire, On whose pale superstcies in the stead Of parchme ̄ to, with my lance I'll draw these lines, Edward of England left this memory, In joust revenge of hateful treachery. Lord Howard have you done as I commanded? Bring forth the Constable: the other two, See them safe guarded, till you know our pleasure. Now my Lord Howard, how with Scales? I am the gladder, but unfaithful Earl, I do not see how yet I can dispense With thy submission, this was not the welcome, Your letters sent to England, promised me. Constable of France, we will not fell a drop Of English blood, for all the gold in France: But in so much two of our men are slain, To quit their death's, those two that came with Thee Shall both be cramde into a Cannons mouth, And so he shot into the town again: It is not Like but that they knew our Colours, And of set purpose did this villainy: Nor can I be persuaded thoroughly, But that our person was the mark they aimed at; Yet are we well content to hold you excused, Marry our soldiers must be satisfied, And therefore first shall be distributed, These crowns amongst the ̄ , then you shall return, And of your best provision send to us, Thirty wain load, beside twelve to ne of wine. This if the Burghers will subscribe unto, Their peace is made, otherwise I will proclaim, Free liberty for all to take the spoil. Yet one thing more, I will that you my Lord, Together with the Duke of Burgundy, Do ere to morrow noon bring all your force, And toyne with ours, or else we do recant, And these conditions shall be frustrate. Let him have safe conduct through our army, And gainst the morning every leader see, His troops be furnished, for no longer time, God willing shall the trial be deferred, Betwixt Lewis and us. What echoing found is this? A gentleman, bring him in. What news a Gods name from ̄ our brother Lewis? Sir, withdra and give us leave a while, To take advisement of our Counsellors, What say you Lords unto this proffered truce? Brother of France, you might condenme us rightly, Not only of great wrong and toil sustained, But of exceeding solly, if incited, We had presumed to enter these Dominions, Upon no other reason then the word, And weak assistance of the Earl S. Paul, Or Burgundies persuasion: 'tis our right, That wings the body of composed war, And though we listened to their atteries, Yet so we shapte the course of our affairs, As of our self we might be able found, Without the trusting to a broken staff. The Like do I by you and warlike France: But princely brother ere this knot be knit, There are some few conditions to be signde, That done, I am as ready as your self. Herald repeat the articles. Burbon and if he will not let him choose. Brother of France are you resolved to do, According as you hear the covenants drawn? And so help he me as I intend to keep, Unfeigned league and truce with noble France: And kingly brother now to consummate, This happy day feast in our royal tent, English and French are one, so it is meant. So Sellinger, we then perceive by Thee The Duke is passing angry at our league? Fear not, I have the method in my mind: What it is you my Lord of Conte welcome. How does the valiant Duke, in health I hope? With whom I pray y a little louder sir. I now do understand you, is it that He takes unkindly? why if he had come With his expected forces as he promised, I had been still uncapable of peace, But he deceiving me, the fault was his. May I be bold to credit your report? Can it seem possible that two such friends, So firmly knit together as they were, Should on a sudden now be such great soes Well I will think vpont, And you shall have our answer by and by, Cousin Howard take him aside, But let him be kept from the others sighed. Faith in their kind, I am the steel you see, Against the which their envy being struck, The Sparkles of hypocriste fly forth, TO were not amiss to quench them in their blood. O damnable. But that I see it figure in these lines, I would have sworn there had been nothing left, For their pernicious brain to work upon. The way to cure them, is to cut them off, Call forth their messengers once more to us, Yes, both together. Weel see if they have grace to blush or no, At that their masters shame now to attempt. You told me too of many kind indeyour Which he intended for our benefit? Know you his handwriting if you séete? Is this his hand or no : How comes it then that underneath his hand My death is sought, when you that are his mouth, Tune to our ears a quite contrary tale? The Like read you deciphered in this paper, Concerning treacherous wavering Burgundy, Unless you grant they can divide themselves, And of two shapes become four substances, How is it I should have their knightly aid, And yet by them be utterly destroide? What call you this, but vile hypocrisy? Well they are messengers, & for that cause We are content to bear with their amiss, But keep them safe, and let them not return, To carry tales unto those counterfeits, Until you have them both as fast insnarde, To compass which the better, brother of France, Five thousand of our soldiers here we leave, To be imployde in service to that end, The rest with us to England shall return. Welcome my Lord, welcome good Cousin Scales, What news from Burgundy, what is his answer? What comes he to our succour as he promised? But is he Like to take the town of Nuse? But what says Count Saint Paul? Will no man thrust the slave into a sackbut? No cousin Howard, weel reserve our valour, For better purpose, since they both refuse us, Our selves will be vnriualde in our honour. Now our first cast my Lord is at main France, While yet our Army is in health and strong, And have we once but broke unto that war, I will not leave S. Paul, nor Burgundy, Not a bore Pigscoate to shroud them in. Herald. Go Derauld, to Lews the French King, Denounce stern war, and tell him I am c me, To take possession of my Realm of France. Defy him boldly from us, be thy voice As fierce as thunder, to affright his soul: Derauld be gone I say, and be thy breath, Piercing as lightning, and thy words as death Found Drum I say, set forward with our power, And France ere long expect a dreadful hour, I will not take the English standard down, Till thou impale my temples with thy Crown. What talk you Lords? he shall subscribe to that, Or no conditions I'll accept at all. It shall be so, draw you the articles, And Sellinger call forth the messenger, Bring with Thee too a cup of massy gold, And bid the bearer of our privy purse, J loose therein a hundred English Kyals, Friend we do accept thy Master's League, With no less firm affection then he craves, If he will meet us here betwixt our tents, It shall on both sides be confirmde by oath, On this condition that he will subscribe, To certain Articles shall be proposed, And so thou hast thy answer, to requite Thy pains herein, we give to Thee this cup. Lord Howard bring the Frenchman on his way. King Lewis is one that never was precise: But now Lord Howard and Tom Sellinger, There is a task remains for you to do, And that is this, you two shall be disguised, And one of you ire to Burgundy, The other to the Constable of France, Where you shall learn in secret if you can, If they intend to meet us here to morrow, Or how they take this our accord with France, Somewhat it gives me you will bring from thence Worthy the noting, will you undertake it? Make speed again, what news? He shall be welcome, hast thou drawn the articles? Go, call forth our train, We may receive him with Like majesty. Yes thats true, y e we should do as every christian ought. To be prepared to die at every hour, but I am heavy. He that will do (my Lord) what he should not, Must and shall hear of me what he would not, I say again you have deluded me. What and the Constable too? But how to ke he the news? Excellent good, admit him presently, And brother of France, let me entreat your grace To stand aside a little in my tent, Least finding us together, he refrain, To tell the message he is sent about, So sure I am persuaded we shall find Some notable piece of knavery set a foot. I thank his honour for his good regard, Pleases you stay till we have paused upon it, And you shall have our answer to the Duke, Tom Sellinger receive him to your tent, And let him taste a cup of Drleance wine, Now my kingly brother, have you herd this news? What is my Jane with her it is too true, See where she hath her down upon her knees. Why how now Bess? what, will you wrong my Jane? Come hither love, what hath she done to thee? Sayest thou me so Bess, on my kingly word, Edward will honour thee in heart for this: But trust me Bess, I greatly was asraid, I should not find you in so good a tune, How now, what would our Constable of the Tower? Have I not vowed the contrary already? Dishonour me when I have made a league? My word is passed, and they shall suffer death, Or never re let me see France again. Pass me no passage Jane, fuc he in compa nigh, he die for company. Why Jane, have I not denied my Queens Yet what is't Jane I would deny to thee? I pretheel / Brackenkutie be not thou displeased, My word is passed, not one of them shall live, One go & see them forth with sent to death. IS this the aid our Cousin Burgundy, And the great Constable of France assured us? Have we marched thus fart through the heart of France? And with the terror of our English Drums: kourde the poor trembling French, which leave their towns That now the Wolves affrighted from the fields, Do get their pray, and kennel in their streets? Our thundering Canons, now this fortnight space, Like common Bell-men in some market town, Have cried the Constable and Burgundy: But yet I see they come not to our aid, Weel bring them in, or by the blessed light, Weel search the Ground-stilles of their Cittis walls, Since you have brought me hither: I will make, The proudest Tower that stands in France to quake, I marvel Scales returns not, for by him I do respect to hear their resolutions. Well good brother Richard, how does your self's You told me your headaked. Indeed you have caught cold, With sitting yester night to hear me read, I pray thee go to bed, sweet Dick, poor little heart. I had more needs brother to wait on you: For you are sick, and so am not I. I pray thee do not speak of graves sweet heart, Indeed thou frightest me. Then let us say our prayers and go to bed. I two drops and no more. Brother see here what David says, and so say Lord in thee will I trust although I die. No Charles of Burgundy, thy word was given To meet with me in April, now 'tis August, The place appointed Calais, not Lorraine, And thy approach to be with martial troops: But thou art come, not having in thy train, So much as Page or Lackey to attend thee, As who should say thy presence were munition, And strength enough to answer our expect: Summer is almost spent, yet nothing done, And all by dalliance with uncertain hope. No stay a while, me thought I herd Thee say, They meant to greet us by their messengers. O it was sport alone to note their carriage, I pray Thee peace, by this it should appear One of their messengers is come, go see, Upon my life we shall have some devise, Of new dissimulation how now Tom? Was that the cause of their dissension the Master Lieutenant, 'tis in vain to speak, The kings incensed, and will not pardon them, The men are patient, and resolved to die, The Captain and that other Gentleman, Have cast the dice whither shall suffer first. How say you y my Lord? pray you speak out, For I of late, by reason of a cold, Am somewhat thick of hearing. Speak that again, I herd not your last words But we shall have far better sport anon: Howard tells me that another messenger, is come in Post-bast from the Constable, As you have begun with patience hear the re . I warrant you, Howard, call in the messenger. Tell him he must strain out his voice aloud, For I am somewhat deaf, and cannot hear. You told me that you came from earl S. Paul. The same do I deliver back again, With as large interest as you had before. Now for the other covenants. Come near Me.