FALCONBRIDGE

My Lieges' both, old Faukenbridge is proud Of your right honoured charge. He that worst may Will strain his old eyes, God send peace this day. A bill for the releasement of the Queen preferred, By Henry the young King, Rich. the Prince, John Earl Of Mutton, Bohmine Earl of Leister and the continued ̄ mons: Would laugh they? nay by the rood that is not well, Now fie young Princes fie. With all my heart my Lords, my humble leave my Lords Gods mother ass and fool for speaking truth, 'Tis terrible, but fare ye well my Lords. Too hight indeed, fool, ass, for speaking truth? it's more than needs. Prince Richard I'll fit down, But by the faith I owe fair England's Crown, Had you not been I would have left the place, My service merits not so much disgrace. Prince Richard's very kind, I know his kindness, He loves me, but he loves my Lady better, No more, I'll watch him, I'll prevent his game, Young Lad, it's ill to halt before the lame. I am almost blind, to hear sons cruel, and the father's kind, Now well a near that ere I lived to see, Such patience and so much impiety. Be quiet good my Lords, the Kings command You should be quiet, and 'tis very mere, It's most convenient, how say you Prince Richard? A gallant youth, a proper Gentleman. Good words good brother, hear me gracious Lords, Not I my Lord, may not I speak with him? Earl John, although I be, I am true unto the State, & so is he. Oh but not here, it was not well done here. Far from your reach sure, under Feckhill ridge, Five hundred men (England hath few such wight) Keeps it for Gloucesters use both day and night: But you may easily win it, wantons words Quickly can master men, tongues out brawl swords. I and nip you too, God marry mother I would tickle you Were there no more in place but I and you. Leave quaffing sirrah, listen to their talk. Well leave me, now it buds; see see, they kiss. When does she give her alms? Nay then they speed. Witness these goodly times that grace my head. Oh noble youth! Sweet child. Most virtuous Earl. Now blessing on thee blessed Huntington. By adding horns unto our Falcons head, Well thought on noble youth, it well put in. O now the spring she'll do it sercretly. He did but try her, would she have been tried It had groan hard on this and on this side. My heart is eased, hold Block take up my cloak. What sweet Prince welcome i'faith, I see youth quickly get's the start of age; But welcome welcome and young Huntington. Sweet Robin hude, honours best flowering bloom, Welcome to Faukenbridge with all my heart, How cheers my love, how fares my Marrian, would? Be merry chuck, and Prince Richard welcome, Let it go Mall I know thy grievances. Away away, tut let it pass sweet girl, We needs must have his help about the Earl. Follow to Court, would? then I smell a rat, Its probable he'll have about again, Long siege makes entrance to the strongest fort, It must not be I must not leave him here, Prince Richard, if you love my brother's good, Lets ride back to the Court, I'll wait on you, O I he is and honourable youth, Vertuuos and modest, Huntingtons right heir, His father Gilbert was the smoothest faced Lord That ere bore Arms in England or in France, Marrian farewell, where Block? open the gate, Come Prince God send us to prove fortunate? Exeunt. By th'rood the Prince says true. Here is a statute from the Confessor, More for example Noble Lancaster, but 'tis great pity, To to great a pity. Oh quiet good my Lords, patience I pray, I think he comes unsent for by my faith. Look to Earl John the Gentleman is mad. Withal my heart, withal my heart my Lord, Come Princely Richard, we are ever yoked. Pray God there be no mystery in this, Nay nothing, nothing, I am but in jest. Exeunt. Good morrow my sweet Prince, hearty good morrow, This greeting well becomes us, marry does it; Better iwis then strife and Jangling. Now can I love you, will you to the Sheriffs? Your brother Richard hath been there this hour. 'Tis at your graces service, show it him. Who the Princely John? My Sovereigns son, why what a question's that? I'll leave you, ye may know I dare trust you. I will my noble Lord, adieu sweet Prince. Exit. My sweet Prince, I have some cause to use my chain, Another time (when ere your Lordship please) 'Tis at your service, o marry God it is. The Prince, Prince John I lent it him to day. Body of me, he means to spend my chain, Come Block I'll to him. Why what a knave art thou? younders Prince John. Sweet Prince I know not. Wertenberg thou a King, I will not bear the lie, Thy sword? no boy, thou seest this sword is mine. I scorn to wear thy arms vntutred child, I fetch thee Gloucester? shameless did I see thee Since as I went this morning to the Siriffes, Thou borrowedst my gold chain? I hope thou wilt not cheat me princkocks John. Come, let him come I pray, I'll whip ye boy, I'll teach you to out face. They slander me, who says that I was hear? He did, I did deliver it with this hand. Let the boy come. The Devil in thy likeness or thy self, Had my gold chain. Gods Mother thou bely'st me. I know him well enough that had my chain, And there be two Johns, if I find one there, Ber Lady, I will lay him fast. Follow me Block, follow me honest Block. Alas poor fellow, he hath crowned thee shrewdly. We met him, by S. Anthony, we met him. Marry of God did I, thou lying knave? At my hands knave? at my hands paltry knave? Well, what of me? what did my worship do? As thou takest it? Body of me, I come and call for Sack? I came? I call? the man is Like to die, Practice by th'emafse, practice by the marry God, John loves me not, Prince Richard loves my wife, I shall be charged here, for a poisoned knave. Practice by th'Lord, practice I see it clear. Oh then belike thou thinkest I had his box, Heeres a device to bring me in contempt With the old King, that I ever loved, Princes and Sheriff, you can witness with me, That I have been with you, this after noon, Only with you, with no body but you, And now a fellow whom the King would save, By a reprieve, this fellow says is hanged, Robbed of my chain, outfaced I had a sword, Accused of poisoning, cousinage, seeking blood? Not to be born: it is untolerable. I'll to Black-heath, talk not of patience, It is intolerable, not to be born. I saw no warrant, I defy you all. I care not for thee that winter born. I'll to Black-heath, I'll to the holy Hermit, There shall I know not only these deceivers, But how my wife plays fast and lose with Richard. Would, I shall fit them, I'll tickle them, I'll doo't, I'll hence, I'll to the Heath amain, Exit. So to you fair Dame. Ill done in sooth my Lord, very ill done, Wrong holiness: a very pretty woman. Mock gravity; by the mass a cherry lip, A it's not well done, deride a holy Hermit? A word with you fair mistress. Hear him Prince. My Lord, he tells you true. 'Tis very Like, She'l much believe you: you will come? Tell me of my wife: this evening fail me not. My wife quoth you: I'll send my wife from home, Do, tell my wife prince John, by my deer mother, I love her too too well to Like another. You'll come. Nay take her to you, she is a shrow I warrant, I'll to the holy Hermit, and inquire, About my chain your sword, the Pursuivant And other matters that I have to ask. Will Skinke? Shall we go seize upon him good Prince John? Adeiu old Hermit: soon in evening Lass, I warrant you my Lord some man's distressed. Sayest thou me so? we'll find him by S. Marry. And honest fellow, a good common wealths man. Oh help me good prince John. Gods marry mother, here's a jest indeed, We came to take, a thief takes us: Where are you good my Lord? Marry a God then ten to one its so, Well thought on Princely John, He had my chain, no doubt he had your sword. He is he is a very godly man. I warrant you, he's at his book at's prayers, We should have took you, by my hollydam Even for a very thief. And he felt us, for he hath robbed us both. Over the water, and so with all speed I may to Stepney Withal my heart, withal my heart Prince, Old Faukenbridge will wait upon your grace, Be good to Gloucester for my Marrians sake, And me and mine you shall your servants make, Why, that's well said, adieu good honest Hermit, Exit. Gods marry knave, how long hath she been here? Do not believe her Mall, do not believe her: I only spoke a word or two in jest, But would not for the world have been so mad, Do not believe her Mall, do not believe her: Peace duck, peace duck, I warrant all is well. Marry Mall thus, about some twelve months since, Your brother Gloucester, that mad prodigal, Caused me to pass my word unto her husband, For some two thousand pound: or more perchance, No matter what it is, you shall not know, Nay you shall never ask to know. Marry the man's decayde, And I believe a little thing would please her; A very little thing, a thing of nothing. Go in good Mall, and leave us two alone, I'll deal with you as simply as I can. Marry a God, what are you jealous? You teach me what to do: in, get you in. Oh I have herd Prince Richard was your guest, How dealt you than? In get you in I say, Must I take care about your brother's debts, And you stand crossing me, in, or isle send you in. Exit Robin. Would sirrah, you'll be master, you'll wear the yellow, You'll be and overseer: marry shall ye. Ah wench content thee, I must bear her hard, Else she'l be prining into my dalliances: I am and old man sweet girl I must be merry, All steel, all spright, keep in health by change, Men may be wanton, wowen must not range. I mean not so, I think to day thou toldes me Thy husband was and unthrift, and a bankrout, And he be so, tut thou hast favour store, Let the knave beg, beauty cannot be poor. Would do he so? then give him tit for tat, Have one so young and fair, and loves another, He's worthy to be coockolded by the mass. What is he old or young? Who upon her? why she is a very dowdy, A dishclout, a foul Iipsie unto thee, Come to my closet lass, there take thy earnest Of love, of pleasure and good maintenance. Come fool never fear I am Lord heat, who shall disturb as then? Nay come, or by the rood I'll make you come, How now, what meanest? Why nothing, by the rood nothing she ails. Why Mall wilt thou believe this paltry woman? Huswife I'll have you whipped for slaundring me. She slanders me, she is a cozening quean, Fetch me the Constable, I'll have her punished, I marry, I did lend it to the false drab To fetch some money for that bankrout knave Her husband, that lies prisoner in the Fleet. A plaguy crafty quean, marry a God I see Prince John, coorted as well as I, And since he shall be mocked as well as I, Its some contentment. Hence knaves, get in a little, prithee Mall Let thou and I and she, shut up this matter. Ah prithee Mall, tut bear with men. Nay do not weep, pardon me gentle Lady, I know thee virtuous, and I do protest, Never to have and evil thought of thee. Now by my holy dam and honest faith, This Gentlewoman shall witness what I swea e. Sweet Duck a little help me? I will be kind, credulous, constant ever, Do what thou wilt, isle be suspicious never. Body of me who's this? young Huntington? I knew thee Mall, now by my sword I knew thee, I winkt at all, I laughed at every jest. Farewell England's pride, by the matins Mall it is a pretty child; Shall we go meet John? shall we go mock the Prince? What Prince Richard? noble Huntington? Welcome, i'faith welcome, by the morrow Mass You are come as fitly as my heart can wish: Prince John this night will be a Reveller, He hath invited me and Marian. Gods marry mother go along with us, Its but hard by, close by, at our town Tavern. Oh I I I 'tis his own made match, I'll make you laugh, isle make you laugh i'faith; Come, come, he's ready, Oh come, come away. You bobbed me first, you first gave me my hire, But come a gods name, Prince John stays for us. Exeunt. Marry a me, and I was charged with it. Had you it brother Gloucester? Gods good mercy, A way you prating knave, hence varlet, hence. Exit. Where is it sirrah, tell me where it is? By the read rood I cannot choose but weep. Come love or hate my tears I cannot keep. Peace good Marian. Now by my holydom a virtuous deed. Admirable good: now by my holydam Mall passing good. Why that is wisely said, you are a very kind indifferent man, Marry a God and by my hollidame, Were not I had a feeling in my head, Of some suspicion betwixt my wife and him, I should affect him more then all the world. Tickle him Mall, plague him on that side for his hight desire. Ah then she yields not. What more? what hast thou more? what practice more? Prince John, Prince John the Hermit teles me wonders. He says it was Skinke that escaped us at the Tavern, Sk nke had my chain: nay sure that Skinke did all. Marry of me good fellow, I did think thou hadst been robbed. A cunning quean, a very cunning quean, Go to your business Block, isle meet with her. I'll talk with you anon, come hither woman? Didst not tell my wife what match we made:? And old knave and cannot be content with such a peat, Come to my closet girl, make much of me, We'll appoint a meeting place some twice a weak, And isle maintain thee Like a Lady, would? Do not thou knave, Marry sweet Mall I say I met this woman, liked her, loved her, For she is worthy love I promise thee; I say I coorted her: tut make no braule Betwixt thou and I, we'll have amends for all. Peace Robin, thou'lt once be a man as I. Come, & you bear, its but your office, come forget sweet Mall. Why that's well said, that's done Like a good girl: Would sirrah, would you matched me pretty Earl? Oh then we shall have sport anon, Never wear yellow Mall, it but a trick, Old Faukenbridge will still be a mad Dick. Exeunt. He's ready too, Block Bl. my man, must be her waiting man, Nay will you go? for gods sake let us go. I, they have banded from chase to chase; I have been their tennis ball, since I did coort, Come Madam, we must thither we are bound. Body of me peace woman. I prithee peace. Come Mall, and Richard say the word never fear. Old Richard Faukenbridge, Knight of the cross, Lord of the Cinque ports, with his noble wife Dame Marrian Countess of west Hereford, Offer their duties at this Royal meeting. Marry aye me, were I a boy again, Idem either to Jerusalem or Spain. My Lord speaks to the purpose, marry it may be so, Pray God it prove not so. The swift heeled knave is fled, body a me here's rule, Here's work indeed. Sayest thou so Mall, I promise thee for this, I'll owe thy cherry lips and old men kiss; Look how my Cockerill droops, 'tis no matter, I Like it best when women will not flatter. Knaves leave your rudeness, how now brother Gloucester? nay be appeased, be patient brother. He came not at the Sheriffs by the morrow mass, I sought the Goldsmith's row and found him not; Sirrah, you're sure he sent not home my chain? I never saw him since the Parliament. She was ill spoken of it's true, true. Block, bring the Porter of the Fleet to Court.