LOUIS

Right peremptory is this embassage, And were my royal Brother of England pleased, To entertain those kind affections, Where with we worser e brace his amity: N olesse were all these thunder-threatening words, Let heaven (where all our thoughts are registered) Bear record, with what deep desire of peace, We shall subscribe to such conditions, As equity for England shall propound, If Edward have sustained wrong in France, Lews was never author of that wrong, Yet faultless we will make endue recompense, We are assure that his thoughts In his mild spirit oh never mean these wars, Till Charles Burgundy once our fawning friend, But now our open foe, and Count S. Paul, Our subject once and Constable of France, But now a traitor to our Realm and us, Were motives to incite him unto Arms, Which having done will leave him on my life. By this conjecture, the unsteady course, Thy royal master undertakes in France, And Herald intimate what servent eale, We have to league with Edward and his English, Three hundred crowns we give Thee for reward, And of rich Crimson velvet thirty yards, In hope thou wilt unto thy Sovereign tell, We show Thee not one discontented look, Nor render him one misbeholden word: But his defiance and his dare to war, We swallow with the S pple oil of peace: Which gentle Herald if thou canst procure, A thousand crown shall justly guerdon Thee. By the true honour of a Christian King, Effect our peace and thou shalt have our crowns, And we will post a Herald after thee, That shall confirm thy speech, and our designs: Go Mugeroune, see to this Herald given The velvet, and three hundred crowns pre osde, Farewell good friend, remember our request, And kindly recommend us to King Edward. How think you Lords, st not more requisite To make our peace, then war with England's power. I know your majesty had more discretion, But this is not the occasion of our meeting, If you be pleased to entertain a peace, My kingly brother in the sighed of these, And of the al-discouering eye of beauen, Let us embrace, for as my life I swear, I tender England and your happiness. He shall not need to waste by force of war, Where peace shall yield him more then he can win: We covet peace, and we will purchase it At any rate that reason can demand, And it is better England join in league With us his strong, old, open enemy, Than with those weak & new dissenibling friends, We do secure us from our open foes, But trust in friends (though faithless) we repose, My Lord S. Pier and cousin Burbon speak, What censure you of Burgundy, and S. Paul? With all my heart, urge him speak loud enough, That I my Lord may understand him too. So plainly my Lord, that I scarce held my self, From stepping forth, hearing my royal name, So much prophande and slubberd as it was, But I do weigh the person Like himself From whence it came, a sly dissembler, And spite my anger I was forced sometime, To smile to think the Duke does hang his friend, Behind his back, whom to his face he smothes. More villainy, a thousand crowns to nothing: No, no, they are indifferently well laden, But yet their fraught, not full, see other beware, Other provision to prepare their way, The very same (my Lord) which they pretend, In love to you against my life and crown, The same they undertake to do for me Against your safety, urging if I please, That they will join their forces both with mine, And in your back return to Calais, cut the throats Of you and all your soldiers. A traitor is Like, a boldfacde hypocrite, That never will be brought unto a nonplus, So long as he hath liberty to speak. And I to be protected by their means, And yet they shall conspire against my life. Nay peasant-like unheard of treachery 'Tis perilous, and full of doubt my Lords, We must have peace with England every way, Who shall be Herald in these high affairs? Gramercy Mugeroune, but thou must assume, A Heralds habit, and his office both, To plead our love, and to procure us peace With English Edward, for the good of France. Thou art a man composoe for business, Attend on us for thy instructions. And other fit supplies for these affairs, And for thy diligence expect reward. Fair brother, let us hear them what they be. Brother have patience, Burbon seal your lips, And interrupt not these high consequents. Forward Herald, what is else demanded? Burbon I say be silent, Herald read on. Brother of England, mount your royal throne, For subjects weal, and glory of my God, And to deal justly with the world beside, Knowing your title to be lineal, From the great Edward of that name the third, Your predecessor, thus I do resign, Giving my Crown and Sceptre to your hand, As and obedient Liegeman to your Grace. Those my Lord, Shall likewise be performed with expedition, And ever after, as you have prescribe, The yearly pension shall be truly paid. So help me God as I dissemble not. Herald of England, we are pleased to hear, What message thou hast brought us from thy King, Prepare thy self, and be advised in speech. English Herald, Right gracious and most Christian king of France, I come not to thy presence unprepared To do the message of my Royal Liege. Edward the Fourth, of England and of France, The lawful King, and Lord of Ireland, Whose puissant magnanimous breast incensed, Through manifest notorious injuries, Offered by thee King Lews and thy French, Against his title to the crown of France, And right in all these Dukedoms following, Aquitaine, Anjou, Guyen, A guilesme, Breathes forth by me the Organ of his speech, Hostile defiance to thy realm and thee: And trampling now upon the face of France, With barbed horse, and valiant armed foot: Himself the leader of those martial troops, Bids Thee to battle, where and when thou darest, Except thou make such restitution And yearly tribute on good hostages, As may content his joust conceived wrath, And to this message answer I expect. No more ado, isle to my place again, Remember that you still be deaf my Lord, Heres buying of billanie who shall have all, Fraud with deceit, deceit with fraud outfacde, I would the devil were there to cry swoop-stake, But how intends your Grace to deal with them? My princely brother, we are grieved much, To think you have been at so great a charge, And toiled your royal self so far from home, Upon the unconstant promise of those men, That both bissemble with your Grace and me.