CORNWALL

MY Lord Martianus. Morrow. You are sad my Lord. The kings not stirring yet. My beards not so grey as your wits green. Would you would prove as honest princes as your great grandsire was, or half so wise as your elder brother was, theres a Couple of you, Sfoot I am ashamed you should be of the blood royal. You do not know your state, theres Elydure Your elder brother next unto the King, He plies his book, when shall you see him trace Lascivious Archigallo through the streets, And fight with common hacksters hand to hand, To wrest from them their goods and dignities. Well, well, I have served four kings, And none of all those four but would have ventured Their safeties on old Cornwels constancy, But thats all one, now I am called a dotard, Go to, though now my limbs be stark and stiff, When Cornwels dead Britain I know will want So strong a prop, Alas I needs must weep, And shed tears in abundance, when I think How Archigallo wrongs his government. Why do you frown upon your servants king, We love you, and you ought to favour us: Will you to Counsel. Heeres petitions, Complaints and controversies betwixt your subjects, Appealing all to you. My Lord, these general wrongs will draw your highness into the common hatred of your subjects. My liege I know him, he's and honest subject That hates extortion, usury, and such sins As are too common in this Land of Britain. There is a way; but walls have ears and eyes, Your ear my Lord, and counsel. He must be then deposed. All Cornwells at my beck, Devonshire our neighbour Is one with us, you in the North command. The oppressed, wronged, dejected and suppressed, Will flock on all sides to this innovation: The Clergy late despised, the Nobles scorned, The Commons trodden on, and the Law contemned, Will lend a mutual and combined power Unto this happy change. How, betrayed. I'll help it all; do you but sooth me up, Wele catch them in the trap they lay for us. Now sir, the king deposed Who shall succeed? Tush, he's too mild to rule. But there are two young princes, hopeful youths And of rare expectation in the Land, O would they deign to bear this weighty charge Betwixt them, and support the regal sceptre With joint assistance, all our Hope's were full. My honoured Lord, wele break it to those princes, Those hopeful youths, at our convenient leisure. You that our footsteps watched, Shall in the depth of your own wiles be catched. Deposed! did you hear that my Lord. If you refuse it, know we are determined To lay it else where. Yonders the King; my sovereign you have lost The fallen of a brave stag, he's dead my liege. What fellows this? No my liege not I. Thou art no king of mine, thou art a traitor, Thy life is forfeit by thy stay in Britain. Wertenberg thou not banished? Elidure, If you are weary of your government, Wele set the Crown upon a strangers head Rather then Archigallo. Hark you Lords, Shall we make him our King we did depose, So might our heads be chopped of, I'll lose mine Ere my poor Country shall endure such wrongs, As that injurious tyrant plagues her with, What should I say? faith I shall fallen a weeping: Therefore speak you. I say that I am sorry he was bade. And now am glad he's changed; his wickedness We punished, and his goodness there's great reason Should be rewarded; therefore Lords set on To York then, to his Coronation. Great Queen, Once more the tribute of our bent knees We pay to you, and humbly kiss your hand. Your husband on the sudden is fallen sick. Look to the Queen, let us not lose her to, She breathes, stand of, where be those women there, Good Queen that shall be, lends a helping hand, Help to unlace her. He discords taught, that taught thee so to sing. Do not resign, good King. I'll keep still thy Crown. Tush this for care. Tyrants good subjects kills and traitors spare. Resign, to whom? Nay make the number even, And kill me to, for I am pleased to die, Rather then this endure. And thats prodigious, I but wait the time To see their sudden fallen that swiftly climb. Should you set free the Princess might not she Make vprors in the land, and raise the Commons. In the releasement of the Captive King. Secure your state by her imprisonment. Or you be scorned by one to you inferior, In general estimation of the land. By heaven well spied. That am I. Yet we are enemies, why fight we not With one another, for our generals lose. A third time live our gracious sovereign Monarch of England, crowned by these hands. My liege, he tells me heeres a great contention betwixt two noted persons of the Land much spoke of by all states, one somebody Hath brought before your highness and this presence, And infamous and strange opiniond fellow, Called Nobody, they would entreat your highness, To hear their matters scanned. I but what proof or lawful evidence Can you bring forth, that this was done by him. now Nobody, what can you say to this. If this be true my liege, as true it is, Somebody will be found and arrant cheater, Unless he better can acquit himself. Here are my liege bonds forfei by poor men, Which he released out of the usurers hands, And canceled. Leases likewise forfeited, By him repurchast. These petitions, Of many poor men to prefer their suits. Unto your highness. My liege you cannot to be severe in punishing, Those monstrous crimes, the only stain and blemish To the weal-public. So, The state it self mourns in a robe of Woe. And reason Martianus, when the Sun Struggles to be delivered from the womb Of and obscure Eclipse, does not the earth Mourn to behold his shine envelloped, Oh Corbonon when I did close thine eyes, I gave release to Britain's Misery's. My lords, and Kings, 'Tis bootless to contend gainst heaven and you, Since without our consent the kings desposd, And we unable to support his fallen, Rather then the whole land should shrink, You shall have my assystance in the state. Cornwell hates flattery. I periduras, this way. Then somebodies a knave. I marry Nobody what say you to this, See, here are dangerous Libils gainst the state, And no name to them, therefore nobodies. God morrow to Cornwell. I know none bade enough: Base, vild, notorious, ugly monstrous, slavish, Intolerable, abhorred, damnable; 'Tis worse then bade, I'll be no longer vassal To such a tyrannous rule, nor accessary To the base sufferance of such outrages. Health to your Ladyship, I would say Queen If I might have my mind, bir lady Lady. See here the Counsels hands, Subscribed to Archigallos overthrow. The names of sixteen royal English Peers, Joined in a league that is inviolate, And nothing wants but Elidurus grant To accept the kingdom when the deed is done. See madam where he comes reading a book. Long life unto the Kingly Elidure, Trumpets proclaim it whither he will or no. Live King of England long and happily, As long and happily your Highness live. Where the Queen? Treason, treason. Prince Peridure.