KING EDWARD

RObert of Artoys banished though thou be, From France thy native Country, yet with us, Thou shalt retain as great a Signiory: For we create thee Earl of Richmond here, And now go forward with our pedigree, Who next succeeded Philip of Bew, That is thy daughter Warwick is it not? Whose husband hath in Britain served so long, About the planting of Lord Mouneford there? Nay soft you sir, first I must make my choice, And first I do bespeak her for my self, Those are her own still liable to her, And who inherits her, hath those with all. Pardon me Countess, I will come no near, I dreamde to night of treason and I fear. Readeore the line again, Thou hearst me say that I do dote on thee, It is thy beauie that I would enjoy, Didst thou not swear to give me what I would, Thinkest that thou canst answer thy oath again, But if thou dost hat shall I say to thee, What wilt thou say to one that breaks and oath, What office were it to suggest a man, To break a lawful and religious vow. Ah that thou Wertenberg a Witch to make it so. Thou liest she hath not, but I would she had, I see the boy, o how his mother's face, Modeld in his, corrects my strayed desire, And rates my heart, and chides my thievish eye, Who being rich enough in seeing her, Yet seek, elsewhere and basest theft is that, Which cannot cloak it self on poverty. Now boy, what news? Why there it goes, that very smile of hers, Hath ransomed captive France, and set the King, The Dolphin and the Peers at liberty, Go leave me Ned, and revel with thy friends. Exit Pr. Thy mother is but black, and thou Like her. Dost put it in my mind how foul she is, Go fetch the Countess hither in thy hand, Exit Lod. And let her chase away these winter clouds, For she gives beauty both to heaven and earth, The sin is more to hack and hew poor men, Then to embrace in and unlawful bed, The register of all rarities, Since Letherne Adam, till this youngest hour. Go Lodwike, put thy hand into thy purse, Play, spend, give, riot, wast, do what thou wilt, So thou wilt hence awhile and leave me here. Now my souls playfellow art thou come, To speak the more then heavenly word of yea, To my objection in thy beauteous love. That thou shalt yield to me. And that my dearest love, can be no less, Then right for right, and render love for love. Even by that power I swear that gives me now, The power to be ashamed of my self, I never mean to partly my lips again, In any words that tends to such a suit. Arise true English Lady, whom our I'll May better boast of then ever Roman might, Of her whose ransacked treasury hath tasked, The vain endeavour of so many pens: Arise and be my fault, thy honours fame, Which after ages shall enrich thee with, I am awaked from this idle dream, Warwick, my Son, Darby, Artoys and Audley, Brave warriors all, where are you all this while? Warwick, I make thee Warden of the North, Thou Prince of Wales, and Audley straight to Sea, Scour to Newhaven, some there stay for me: My self, Artoys and Darby will through Flanders, To greet our friends there, and to crave their aid, This night will scarce suffice me to discover, My follies siege against a faithful lover, For ere the Sun shall guide the esteem sky, Wele wake him with our Marshal harmony. Ned, thou and Audley shall pursue them still, Myself and Derby will to Calais straight; And there begyrt that Haven town with siege: Now lies it on and upshot, therefore strike, And wistly follow while the games on foot. I pray thee Philip let displeasure pass: This man does please me, and I Like his words, For what is he that will attmpt great deeds and lose the glory that ensues the same, all rivers have recourse unto the Sea, and Coplands faith relation to his king, Kneel therefore down, now rise king Edwards knight, and to maintain thy state I freely give, Five hundred marks a year to thee and thine welcomlord Salisbury, what news from Britain But was my mother sister unto those: This counsel Artoyes Like to fruitful showers, Hath added growth unto my dignity, And by the fiery vigor of thy words, Hight courage is engendered in my breast, Which heretofore was rakt in ignorance, But now does mount with golden wings of fame, And will approve fair Issabells dissent, Able to yoke their stubborn necks with steel, That spurn against my souereignety in France. found a horn A messenger, Lord Awdley know from whence, Admit him Lords, that we may hear the news. Say Duke of Lorrayne wherefore art thou come. Dislodge, dislodge, it is the king of England. Meanest thou to fight, Douglas we are to weak. She mocks at us Douglas, I cannot endure it. She herd the messenger, and herd our talk. And now that comfort makes her scorn at us. What needs a tongue to such a speaking eye, That more persuades then winning Oratory. She is grown more fairer far since I came thither, Her voice more silver every word then other, Her wit more fluent, what a strange discourse, Unfolded she of David and his Scots: Even thus quoth she, he spoke, and then spoke broad, With epithets and accents of the Scot: But somewhat better then the Scot could speak, And thus quoth she, and answered then herself, For who could speak Like her but she herself: Breathes from the wall, and Angels note from Heaven: Of sweet defiance to her barbarous foes, When she would talk of peace me thinks her tonge, Commanded war to prison: when of war, It wakened Caesar from his Roman graven, To hear war beautified by her discourse, Wisdom is foolishness, but in her tongue, Beauty a slander but in her fair face, There is no summer, but in her cheerful looks, Nor frosty winter, but in her disdain, I cannot blame the Scots that did besiege her, For she is all the Treasure of our land: But call them cowards that they ran away, Having so rich and fair a cause to stay. Art thou thete Lodwicke, give me ink and paper? To one that shames the fair and sots the wise, Whose body is and abstract or a brief, Contains each general virtue in the world, Better then beautiful thou must begin, Devise for fair a fairer word then fair, And every ornament that thou wouldst praise, Fly it a pitch above the soar of praise, For flattery fear thou not to be convicted, For were thy admiration ten times more, Ten times ten thousand more thy worth exceeds, Of that thou art to praise their praises worth, Begin I will to contemplat the while, Forget not to set down how passionate, How heart sick and how full of languishment, Her beauty makes me, What beauty else could triumph on me, Or who but women do our love lays greet, What thinekst thou I did bid thee praise a horse. Of such estate, that hers is as a throne, And my estate the footstool where she treads, Then mayest thou judge what her condition is, By the proportion of her mightiness, Write on while I peruse her in my thoughts, Her voice to music or the nightingale, To music every summer leaping swain, Compares his sunburnt lover when she speaks, And why should I speak of the nightingale, The nightingale sings of adulterate wrong, And that compared is to satyrical, For sin though fynne would not be so esteemed, But rather virtue sin, sin virtue deemed, Her hair far softor then the silk worms twist, Like to a flattering glass does make more fair, The you low Amber Like a flattering glass, Comes in to soon: for writing of her eyes, I'll say that Like a glass they catch the sun, And thence the hight reflection does rebound, Against my breast and burns my heart within, Ah what a world of descant makes my soul, Upon this voluntary ground of love, Come Lodwick hast thou turned thy ink to gold, If not, write but in letters Capital my mistress name, And it will guild thy paper, read Lord, read, Fill thou the empty hollows of mine ears, With the sweet hearing of thy poetry. Her praise is as my love, both infinite, Which apprehend such violent extremes, That they disdain and ending perjod. Her beauty hath no match but my affection, Hers more then most, mine most, and more then more, Hers more to praise then tell the sea by drops, Nay more then drop the massy earth by sands, And said, by said, print them in memory, Then wherefore talkest thou of a perjod, To that which craves unended admiration. Read let us hear, That love hath two faults gross and palpable, Comparest thou her to the pale queen of night, Who being set in Dam ke seems therefore light, What is she, when the sun lifts up his head, But Like a fading taper dym and dead. My love shall brave the ey of heaven at noon, And being unmasked outshine the golden sun, I did not bid thee talk of chastity, To ransack so the treason of her mind, For I had rather have her chased then chased, Out with the moon line, I will none of it, And let me have his likened to the sun, Say she hath thrice more splendour then the sun, That her perfections emulats the sun, That she breeds sweets as plenteous as the sun, That she does thaw cold winter Like the sun, That she does cheer fresh summer Like the sun, That she does dazzle gazers Like the sun, And in this application to the sun, Bid her be free and general as the sun, Who smiles upon the basest weed that grows, As lovingly as on the fragrantrose, Lets see what follows that same moonelightline, In constancy then who, Oh monstrousline, put in the next a sword And I shall woo her to cut of my head Blot, blot, good Lodwicke let us hear the next. I thank thee then thou hast done little ill, But what is done is passing passing ill, No let the Captain talk of boisterous war, The prisoner of emured dark constraint, The sick man best sets down the pangs of death, The man that starves the sweetness of a feast, The frozen soul the benefit of fire, And every grief his happy opposite, Love cannot found well but in lovers tongues, Give me the pen and paper I will write, But so to here comes the treasurer of my spirit, Lodwick thou knowest not how to draw a battle, These wings, these flankars, and these squadrons, Argue in thee defective discipline, Thou shouldst have placed this here, this other here, Ah Lady I am blunt and cannot straw, The flowers of solace in a ground of shame, Since I came hither Counts I am wronged. Acquaint me with their cause of discontent. How near then shall I be to remedy. If thou speakest true then have I my redress, Engage thy power to redeem my Joys, And I am joyful Counts else I die. Swear Counties that thou wilt. Then take thy self a little way a side, And tell thy self a King does dote on thee, Say that within thy power does lie. To make him happy, and that thou hast sworn, To give him all the Joy within thy power, Do this and tell me when I shall be happy. I wish no more of thee then thou mayest give, Nor beg I do not but I rather buy, That is thy love and for that love of thine, In rich exchange I tender to thee mine, Whither is her beauty by her words divine, Or are her words sweet chaplains to her beauty, Like as the wind does beautify a sail, And as a sail becomes the unseen wind, So do her words her beauties, beauty words, Oh that I were a honey gathering be, To bear the comb of virtue from his flower, And not a poison sucking envious spider, To turn the vice I take to deadly venom, Religion is austere and beauty gentle, To stricke a gardion for so fair a weed, Oh that she were as is the air to me, Why so she is, for when I would embrace her, This do I, and catch nothing but my self, I must enjoy her, for I cannot beat With reason and reproof found love away. Here comes her father I will work with him, To bear my colours in this field of love. A kind and voluntary giift thou proferest. That I was forward to have begged of thee, But Oh thou world great nurse of flattery, Why dost thou tip men's tongues with golden words, And peise their deeds with weight of heavy lead, That fair performance cannot follow promise, Oh that a man might hold the hearts close book, And choke the lavish tongue when it does utter The breath of falsehood not carectred there: Oh doting King, or detestable office, Well may I tempt my self to wrong my self, When he hath sworn me by the name of God, To break a vow made by the name of God, What if I swear by this right hand of mine, To cut this right hand of the better way, Were to prophaine the Idol then confound it, But neither will I do I'll keep mine oath, And to my daughter make a recantation, Of all the virtue I have preached to her, I'll say she must forget her hu and Salisbury, If she remember to embrace the king, I'll say and oath may easily be broken, But not so easily pardoned being broken: I'll say it is we charity to love, But not true love to be so charitable; I'll say his greatness may bear out the shame, But not his kingdom can buy out the sin; I'll say it is my duty to persuade, But not her honesty to give consent. See where she comes, was never father had, Against his child, and embassage so bade. What news my Lord of Derby from the Emperor. Name then fair Countess, and by heaven I will. Well said young Philip, call for bred and Wine, That we may cheer our stomachs with repast, The battle hard a far off. To look our foes more sternly in the face. Now is begun the heavy day at Sea, Fight Frenchmen, fight, be Like the field of Bears, When they defend their younglings in their Caves: Stir angry Nemesis the happy helm, That with the sulphur battles of your rage, The English Fleet may be dispersed and sunk, See how occasion laughs me in the face, No sooner minded to prepare for France, But straight I am invited, nay with threats, Upon a penalty enjoined to come: It but a childish partly to say him nay, Lorrayne return this answer to thy Lord, I mean to visit him as he requests, But how? not servilely disposed to bend, But Like a conqueror to make him bow, His lame unpolished shists are come to light, And truth hath pulled the wizard from his face, That set a glass upon his arrogannce, Dare he command a fealty in me, Tell him the Crown that he usurps, is mine, And where he sets his foot he ought to knee, 'Tis not a petty Dukedom that I claim, But all the whole Dominions, of the Realm, Which if with grudging he refuse to yield, I'll take away those borrowed plumes of his, And send him naked to the wilderness. What are the stealing Foxes fled and gone Before we could vncupple at their heals. This is the Countess Warwick, is it not. Hath she been fairer Warwick then she is? What strange enchantment lurk in those her eyes? When they excelled this excellence they have, That now her dym decline hath power to draw, My subject eyes from piercing majesty, To gaze on her with doting admiration. Then this our steelde Battles shall be ranged, The leading of the vanward Ned is thine, To dignify whose lusty spirit the more We temper it with Audlys gravity, That continued age and experience joined in one, Your manage may be second unto none, For the main battles I will guide my self, And Darby in the rearward march behind, That orderly disposed and set in ray, Let us to horse and God grant us the day. But soft me thinks I hear, The dismal charge of Trumpets loud retreat: All are not slain I hope that went with him, Some will return with tidings good or bade. Lorraine behold the sharpness of this steel: Fervent desire that sits against my heart, Is far more thorny pricking than this blade. That with the nightingale I shall be ard: As oft as I dispose my self to rest, Until my colours be displayed in France: This is thy final Answer, so be gone. Now Lord our fleeting Bark is under sail: Our gage is thrown, and war is soon began, But not so quickly brought unto and end. Just dooming heaven, whose secret providence, To our gross judgement is inscrutable, How are we bound to praise thy wondrous works, That hast this day given way unto the right, And made the wicked stumble at them selves. Rescue king Edward, rescue, for thy son, A charitable deed no doubt, and worthy praise: But how do you imagine then to speed? We are your enemies in such a case, We can no less but put you to the sword, Since when we proffered truce, it was refused, They will so: Then belike they may command, Dispose, elect, and govern as they list, No sirrah, tell them since they did refuse, Our princely clemency at first proclaimed, They shall not have it now although they would, Will accept of nought but fire and sword, Except within these two days six of them That are the wealthiest merchants in the town, Come naked all but for their linen shirts, With each a halter hanged about his neck, And prostrate yield themselves upon their knees, To be afflicted, hanged, or what I please, And so you may inform their masterships. Ignoble David hast thou none to grieve, But silly Ladies with thy threatening arms: But I will make you shrink your snaily horns, First therefore Audley this shall be thy charge, Go levy footmen for our wars in France; And Ned take muster of our men at arms, In every shire elect a several band, Let them be Soldiers of a lusty spirit, Such as dread nothing but dishonours blot, Be wary therefore since we do commence, A famous War, and with so mighty a nation: Derby be thou Ambassador for us, Unto our Father in Law the Earl of Henalt: Make him acquainted with our enterprise, And likewise will him with our own allies, That are in Flaundsrs, to solicit to, The Emperor of Allemagne in our name: Myself while you are jointly thus employed, Will with these forces that I have at hand, March, and once more repulse the traitorous Scot: But Sirs be resolute, we shall have wars On every side, and Ned, thou must begin, Now to forget thy study and thy books, And ire thy shoulders to and Armours weight. This fellow is well read in poetry, And hath a lusty and persuasive spirit: I will acquaint him with my passion, Which he shall shadow with a veil of lawn, Through which the Queen of beauty's Queen shall see, Herself the ground of my infirmity. Hast thou pen, ink and paper ready Lodowick, Then in the summer arbour fit by me, Make it our counsel house or cabynet: Since green our thoughts, green be the conventicle, Where we will case us by disburdening them: Now Lodwike invocate some golden Muse, To bring thee hither and enchanted pen, That may for sighs, set down true sighs indeed: Talking of grief, to make thee ready groan, And when thou writest of tears, encouch the word, Before and after with such sweet laments, That it may raise drops in a Torterseye, And make a flint heart Sythian pytifull, For so much moving hath a Poets pen: Then if thou be a Poet move thou so, And be enriched by thy sovereign love: For if the touch of sweet concordant strings, Could force attendance in the ears of hell: How much more shall the strains of poets wit, Beguiled and ravish soft and humane minds. Thus from the hearts abundant speaks the tongue, Countess for Emperor, and indeed why not? She is as imperator over me, and I to her Am as a kneeling vassal that observes, The pleasure, or displeasure of her eye What says the more then Cleopatra's match, To Caesar now? What drum is this that thunders forth this march, To start the tender Cupid in my bosom, Poor shipskin how it braules with him that beats it: Go break the thundering parchment bottom out, And I will teach it to conduct sweet lines, Unto the bosom of a heavenly Nymph, For I will use it as my writing paper, And so reduce him from a scolding drum, To be the herald and deer counsai e bearer, Betwixt a goddess, and a mighty king: Go bid the diummer learn to touch the Lute, Or hang him in the braces of his drum, For now we think it and uncivil thing, To trouble heaven wrth such harsh resounds, Away. Exit. The quarrel that I have requires no arms, But these of mine, and these shall meet my foe, In a deep march of penytrable groans, My eyes shall be my arrows, and my sighs Shall serve me as the vantage of the wind, To wherle away my sweetest artyilerie: Ah but alas she wins the sun of me, For that is she her self, and thence it comes, That Poets term, the wanton warrior blind: But love hath eyes as judgement to his steps, Till two much loved glory dazies them? How now. Thy opposition is beyond our Law, Then will he win a world of honour to, If he by valour can redeem him thence, If not, what remedy, we have more sons, Then one to comfort our declining age. Why then his Ephitaph, is lasting praise. Welcome Plantagenet. I well thou hast deserved a knighthood Ned, And therefore with thy sword, yet reaking warm, With blood of those that fought to be thy bane, Arise Prince Edward, trusty knight at arms, This day thou hast confounded me with joy, And proud thy self fit heir unto a king: Poor silly men, much wronged, and more distressed, Go Derby go, and see they be relieved, Command that victuals be appointed them, And give to every one five Crowns a piece: The Lion scorns to touch the yielding pray, And Edwards sword must fresh it self in such, As wilful stubbornness hath made perverse. Lord Persie welcome: whats the news in England: Thanks Persie for thy news with all my heart, What was he took him prisoner in the field. Well then wele have a Pursiuaunt dispatch, To summon Copland hither out of hand, And with him he shall bring his prisoner king. She shall be welcome, and to wait her coming, I'll pitch my tent near to the sandy shore. The Burgesses of Calais mighty king, Have by a counsel willingly decreed, To yield the town and Castle to your hands, Upon condition it will please your grace, To grant them benefit of life and goods. Thou and thy word lie both in my command, What canst thou promise that I cannot break? Which of these twain is greater infamy, To disobey thy father or thy self? Thy word nor no men may exceed his power, Nor that same man does never break his word, That keeps it to the utmost of his power. The breach of faith dwells in the souls consent, Which if thy self without consent do break, Thou art not charged with the breach of faith, Go hang him, for thy licence lies in me, and my constraint stands the excuse for thee. Gontemptuous villains, call you now for truce? Mine ears are stopped against your bootless cries, Found drums alarum, draw threatening swords? My promise, well I do confess as much; But I require the chiefest Citizens, And men of most account that should submit, You peradventure are but servile grooms, Or some felonious robbers on the Sea, Whom apprehended law would execute, Albeit severity lay dead in us, No no you cannot overreach us thus, If it be so, then let our covenant stand, We take possession of the town in peace, But for your selves look you for no remorse, But as imperial justice hath decreed, Your bodies shall be dragged about these walls, And after feel the stroke of quartering steel, This is your dome, go souldiets see it done. Although experience teach us, this is true, That peaceful quietness brings most delight, When most of all abuses are controlled, Yet insomuch, it shall be known that we, Aswell can master our affections, As conquer other by the dint of sword, Philip prevail, we yield to thy request, These men shall live to boast of clemency, And tyranny strike terror to thy self. Go get you hence, return unto the town, And if this kindness hath deserved your love, Learn then to reverence Edw. as your king. Ex. Now might we hear of our affairs abroad, We would till gloomy Winter were over spent, Dispose our men in garrison a while, But who comes here? Is this the proud presumtious Esquire of the North, That would not yield his prisoner to my Queen, What moude thee then to be so obstinate, To contradict our royal Queens desire? We thank thee for thy service valiant Earl Challenge our favour for we owe it thee: What have our men the overthrow at Poitiers, Oris our son beset with too much odds? Content thee Philip, 'tis not tears will serve, To call him back, if he be taken hence, Comfort thy self as I do gentle Queen, With hope of sharp unheard of dire revenge, He bids me to provide his funeral. And so I will, but all the Peers in France, Shall mourners be, and weep out bloody tears, Until their empty veins be dry and sere The pillars of his hearse shall be his bones, The mould that covers him, their City ashes, His knell the groaning cries of dying men, And in the stead of tapers on his tomb, and hundred fifty towers shall burning blaze, While we bewail our valiant sons decease. As things long lost when they are found again, So does my son rejoice his father's heart, For whom even now my soul was much perplexed He herd that to, intolerable grief: Woman farewell although I do not stay. Lady stand up, I come to bring thee peace, How ever thereby I have purchased war. No farther off, then her conspiring eye, Which shoots infected poison in my heart. Beyond repulse of wit or cure of Art. Now in the Sun alone it does not lie, With light to take light, from a mortal eye. For here to day stars that mine eyes would see, More then the Sun steals mine own light from me: Contemplative desire, desire to be, In contemplation that may master thee. Warwick, Artoys, to horse and lets away. And bid the Lords hold on their play at Chess, For we will walk and meditate aloue. As wise as fair, what found fit can be herd, When wisdom keeps the gate as beauties guard, Countess, albeit my business urges me, It shall attend, while I attend on thee: Come on my Lords, here will I host to night. Go draw the same I tell thee in what form. Thou wilt not stick to swear what thou hast said, But when thou knowest my griefs condition, This rash disgorged vomit of thy word, Thou wilt eat up again and leave me helpless. Still do I see in him deliniate, His mother's visage, those his eyes are hers, Who looking wistely on me, make me blush: For faults against themselves, give evidence, Lust as a fire, and me Like lanthorn show, Light lust within themselves; even through them selves: Away lose lkes or wavering vanity, Shall the large limmit of fair Britain. By me be overthrown, and shall I not, Master this little mansion of my self; Give me and Armour of eternal steel, I go to conquer kings, and shall I not then Subdue my self, and be my enemies friend, It must not be, come boy forward, advance, Lets with our coullours sweet the Air of France. Where the French man by whose cunning guide, We found the shallow of this River Soon, And had direction how to pass the sea. How art thou called, tell me thy name. Then Gobin for the service thou hast done, We here enlarge and give thee liberty, And for recompenc beside this good, Thou shalt receive five hundred marks in gold, I know not how we should have met our son, Whom now in heart I wish I might behold. Good news my Lord the prince is hard at hand, And with him comes Lord Awdley and the rest, Whom since our landing we could never meet. Obraidst thou him, because within his face, Time hath engraved deep characters of age: Know that these graven scholars of experience, Like stiff grown oaks, will stand unmovable, When whirl wind quickly turns up younger trees. Edward Plantagenet, in the name of God, As with this armour I impall thy breast, So be thy noble unrelenting heart, Walled in with flint of matchless fortitude, That never base affections enter there, Fight and be valiant, conquer where thou comest, Now follow Lords, and do him honour to. Rescue Artoys, what is he prisoner? Or by violence fell beside his horse. Tut let him fight, we gave him arms to day. And he is labouring for a knighthood man. Since they refuse our proffered league my Lord, And will not open their gates and let us in, We will entrench our selves on every side, That neither vituals, nor supply of men, May come to succour this accursed town, Famine shall combat where our swords are stopped. Awake thy craven powers, and tell on the substance of that very fear in deed, Which is so ghastly printed in thy face, What is the matter? Dwellest thou on presidents, then be it so, Say Englishman of what degree thou art. Then Salisbury, say whither thou art bound. To Calais Salisbury, then to Calais pack, and bid the king prepare a noble graven, To put his princely son black Edward in, and as thou trauelst westward from this place, Some two leagues hence there is a lofty hill, Whose top seems topless, for the embracing sky, Does hide his high head in her a zure bosom, Upon whose tall top when thy foot attains, Look back upon the humble vale beneath, Humble of late, but now made proud with arms, and thence behold the wretched prince of Wales, Hoopt with a bound of iron round about, After which sighed to Calais spur amain, and say the prince was smothered, and not slain, and tell the king this is not all his ill, For I will greet him ere he thinks I will, Away be gone, the smoke but of our shot, Will choke our foes, though bullets hit them not. What is there no hope left? So John of France, I see you keep your word You promised to be sooner with our self Then we did think for, and 'tis so in deed, But had you done at first as now you do, How many civil towns had stood untouched, That now are turned to ragged heaps of stones? How many peoples lives mightest thou have saved, that are untimely sunk into their graves. Thy ransom John, hereafter shall be known But first to England thou must cross the seas, To see what entertainment it affords, How ere it falls, it cannot be so bade, as ours hath been since we ariude in France, Here English Lords we do proclaim a rest and intercession of our painful arms, Sheath up your swords, refresh your weary limbs, Peruse your spoils, and after we have breathed. a day or two within this haven town, God willing then for England wele be shipped, Where in a happy hour I trust we shall Arrive three kings, two princes, and a queen. Would it were the Countess. Well all but one is none, what news with you? Then let those foot trudge hence upon those horse, According too our discharge and be gone: Darby I'll look upon the Countess mind anon, I mean the Emperor, leave me alone, Exclaim no more, for none of you can tell, Whither a borrowed aid will serve or no, Perhaps he is already slain or taken: And dare a Falcon when she's in her flight, And ever after sheele be huggard Like: Let Edward be delivered by our hands, And still in danger he'll expect the Like, But if himself, himself redeem from thence, He will have vanquished cheerful death and fear, And ever after dread their force no more, Then if they were but babes or Captive slaves. On away. Thy fortune, not thy force hath conquered us. That destilles office must thou do for me, Or break thy oath or cancel all the bond , Of love and duty betwixt thy self and me, And therefore Warwick if thou art thy self, The Lord and master of thy word and oath, Go to thy daughter and in my behalf, Command her, woo her, win her wares, To be my mistress and my secret love, I will not stand to hear thee make reply, Thy oath break hers or let thy sovereign die. Whose lives my Lady? Thy beauty makes them guilty of their death, And gives in evidence that they shall die, Upon which verdict I their Judge condemn them. What says my fair love, is she resolute? Now wants there nought but knighthood, which deferred We leave till thou hast wone it in the field, My gracious father and ye forward peers, This honour you have done me animates, And cheers my green yet scarce appearing strength, With comfortable good persaging signs, No otherwise then did old Iacobes words, When as he breathed his blessings on his sons, These hallowed gifts of yours when I profane, Or use them not to glory of my God, To patronage the fatherless and poor, Or for the benefit of England's peace, Be numb my joints, wax feeble both mine arms, Wither my heart that Like a sapless tree, I may remain the map of infamy. What Pictures this. Make up once more with me the twentieth partly Of those that live, are men in owe to quail, The feeble handful on the adverse partly. Away with mourning Philip, wipe thine eyes Found Trumpets, welcome in Plantagenet. Welcome fair Prince, how hast thou sped my son, Since thy arrival on the coast of France? If gall or wormwood have a pleasant taste, Then is thy sallutation honey sweet, But as the one hath no such property, So is the other most satirical: Yet wot how I regard thy worthless tants, If thou have uttered them to foil my fame, Or dym the reputation of my birth, Know that thy wolvish barking cannot hurt, If slyly to insinuate with the world, And with a strumpets artifitiall line, To paint thy vicious and deformed cause, Be well assured the counterfeit will fade, And in the end thy fowl defects be seen, But if thou didst it to provoke me on, As who should say I were but timorous, Or coldly negligent did needs a spur, Bethink thy self how slack I was at sea, Now since my landing I have won no towns, Entered no further but upon the coast, And there have ever since securely slept, But if I have been other wise employed, Imagine Valois whither I intend Toskirmish, not for pillage but for the Crown, Which thou dost wear and that I vow to have, Or one of us shall fallen in to this graven, Audley content, I will not have a man, On pain of death sent forth to succour him: This is the day, ordained by destiny, To season his courage with those grievous thoughts, That if he breaks out, Nestor's years on earth, Will make him savour still of this exploit. That needs no further question, and I know His conscience witnesseth it is my right, Therefore Valois say, wilt thou yet resign, Before the sickles thrust into the Corn, Or that enkindled fury, turn to flame: Lord Audley, while our son is in the chase, With draw our powers unto this little hill, And here a season let us breath our selves, Ask what they are, it seems they come from Calais. No more Queen Philip, pacify your self, Copland, except he can excuse his fault, Shall find displeasure written in our looks, And now unto this proud resisting town, Soldiers assault, I will no longer stay, To be deluded by their false delays, Put all to sword, and make the spoil your own. Ah France, why shouldst thou be this obstinate, Against the kind embracement of thy friends, How gently had we thought to touch thy breast, And set our foot upon thy tender mould, But that in froward and disdainful pride Thou Like a skittish and untamed coult, Dost start aside and strike us with thy heals, But tell me Ned, in all thy warlike course, Hast thou not seen the usurping King of France. We presently will meet thee John of France, And English Lords let us resolve the day, Either to clear us of that scandalous crime, Or be entombed in our innocence, And Ned, because this battle is the first, That ever yet thou foughtest in pitched field, As ancient custom is of Martialists, To dub thee with the tipe of chivalry, In solemn manner we will give thee arms, Come therefore Heralds, orderly bring forth, A strong attirement for the prince my son. He shall be welcome thats the thing we crave.