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Act 5u s.

Enter Kinge Cornewall and Chester
florish
K:
Cornewall [my lord]

Corn:
my lord

K:
whie shines not brauery
throughout or Court in rich habiliments
of glory; Chester

Ches:
sir

K.
bee it proclaimed
that whoe soer'e presents most Curious sports
of art or [spo] Chardge to grace or nuptiall feasts
shall haue a lardge reward, wee wilbee royall

Ches:
Ile vndertake the taske

K:
Doe and bee speedy

Enter winchester like a fryer leadinge the prince vaild
Win.
Angells of peace waite round about th[OMITTED]
greate Athelstane the kinge [OMITTED]

K:
whence art thou fryer [OMITTED]
Win few words I haue «t[OMITTED]»speak«[OMITTED]m»y lesons c[OMITTED]
«t[OMITTED]le[OMITTED]o[OMITTED]s»

K:
yes, wee'l heare it

Win:
A sad creature crost in life
for beinge neither [w] maide nor wife
hath left the world at last, & reads
her better hopes vppon her beads
shee thincks noe more what shee hath been
nor dreames what 'tis to bee a Queene
for goes her bewtie youth & state
'timbrace a holier happier fate
by prayers sighes shee weepes she dyes
to live a saint in paradice
Armantes requiem tis I singe
once lou'd by Athelstan the kinge
the sad Armante, whoe tho strange
hath made a heavenly sweete exchange
insted of marryinge pompe & glory
married her to a monestary
one only token sends shee heere
more deere then life or whats most deere
the pawne of her first troath her sonne
the prince tis hee; loe, I haue done
vnvailes him
shee bids thee of this Child make store
for shee shall never see thee more
what ells she said the boy can tell
Ile to my beads, now kinge farwell

exit
K:
staie father, gentle father, holy man

Corn:
hees trugd awaie sir

K:
gon alreadie strange: exceedinge strange

omn:
vnlookt for

K:
welcome boy
thie mother turnd a nunne, shee whoe so lately
seemd pliant to the pleasures wee presented
now alterd on a suddaine tis a riddle
I vnder stand not yett

Pri:
I haue a message 'tee, & tis her last

K:
what pritty boy

Prin:
she prayes yee
youd vse mee kindly, trulie I [am sorry] can [scarse] scarce
[to] refraine from Cryinge to remember how
vnhandsomly wee ∥ted, oh my Child
(my mother, my good mother said & deed la
she wept to when shee spoake yt) now my boy
thou art lost, for euer lost, to mee the [wol] world
thie birth thie freinds, thou hast not one freind left
goe to thie father child thie Cruell father
she bad mee aske you blessinge to, pray give it mee
father yor blessinge

K:
for the mothers sake
Ile keepe a blessinge for thee boy, a greate one
rise tis a good Child

Prin
but dee loue mee indeed

K:
hartylie hartilie

Pri:
if cause my blood is yors
you thinck my life may bee some danger 'tee
or that my mother in law, when next you marry
Cannot abide mee; yett Ile doe [my] the best
I can to please her, but theis stepmothers
they saie doe seldome loue their husbands children
or if for being yor heire some wicked people
give you bad counsaile that I must not grow
to bee a man for growinge to fast vpwards
[OMITTED]you cutt mee off betimes
[OMITTED]ou are a kinge I doe beseech you
[OMITTED]a comon villaine bee my butcher
[OMITTED]die like a prince, sir will you promise mee
[OMITTED]nto[OMITTED]s[OMITTED]for[OMITTED]

K:
pestilent ape
his mother taught him this, fye boy noe more
I wilbee lovinge, thou shalt find it

Pri:
shall I; indeed I never went to bed but e're
I slept I praid for the good kinge my father
I never rose but e're I had my breake fast
I said heaven blesse my father, that is you
there was noe hurte in this

Corn:
well prated little one

K:
enough I wilbee tender ore thee boy
as tender as thie mother

Pri:
will yee, thanck yee

Enter Carintha and voltimar
Car:
wheres now this royall louer

K:
my Carintha
melt heere all passions from mee, my soules empresse

Car:
& when's this daie forsooth this daie of Queeneship
I'me made a goodlie foole

K:
bee not impatient
thie glories & my ioyes shalbee the fuller

Vol:
now for a shower of raine downe right, theres a horrible clap of thunder
towards take heed of lighteninge kinge, you are in danger of being blasted

Pri:
[blesse mee] what angrie womans this, blesse mee hir lookes
affright mee, father, kinge

Car:
yor bastard heere
I thought I was yor mockery, whie lives hee
to bee my torment

K:
prithee sweete

Pri:
howes this, las what must I doe now

Corn:
I like not this

Chest:
nor I

Car:
hast thou nor hart nor hands

K:
Carintha

Car:
how shay by that, give mee the bratt I'le haue him
t'shall saue yee chardges too, oh I am vext
not yett dispatcht, a shall wt h mee

K:
you must not
will you vndoe all what I strive to [buid] build
for yor advauncemt

Car:
pish

K:
for my sake doe not
for yor owne sake doe not—Voltimar

Vol:
my lord

K:
take him aside awhiles

Vol:
I will; come

Pri:
heaven
bee thou a father to mee; sure this woman
was never mother to a Child, shee's Cruell
even in her very frowne

Vol:
noe pratinge come— exeunt Prince & Voltimar


K:
thou art not well advisd

Car:
you haue broake yor promise
make it yor practize; would you play the tyrant
ouer my wrongs, as ouer hirs whose honor
y'aue whor'd & strumpited to yor vild lust
you'd cast mee off too, heare mee lords & witnes
how much my sperrit scornes to fawne on slauery
my first borne shall not bee a bastards second
intollerable

K:
deere Carintha

Car:
shall not
kinge till I know thie bed & pleasures free
weart thou ten tymes a kinge thou art not for mee
thinck on't I am not thie bride yett— exit[OMITTED]


K:
stay—fly after intreate her back

Cor:
Comaund her

Ches:
fetch her force hir

K:
not so I haue some privat thoughts require
Consideration—leave[s] vs all—none staie

omn:
you are obayd Sr— exeunt


K:
impudent & bloody
two attributes fitt only for deformity
trew bewty dwells in meeknes, loue wt h pitty
keepes leagues, there is a plurisie wt hin mee
requires a skillfull surgion that can launce it

Ent' voltimar—
Vol
heere heere heere my lord I am heere, what ist you call for

K:
foe [I bin] thou art too officious I am busie

Vol:
shall I bee gon sir

K:
gon sir

Vol:
blesse yor mat i e, I dare not bide the noyse

K:
stay, send the boy in,
& waite some 2 roomes of not wt hin hearinge

Ent' Prince
Vol:
'tis good, you little one— [exit]


Pri:
the [prine] kinge

K:
awaie, doe as you are Comaunded

Vol:
touch him home, tis my suite heaven I beseech thee— exit


K:
Come heather, doe not feare mee, yett nearer

Pri:
noe sir, beinge wt h you alone
I will not feare, doe what you will wt h mee
Ile stand you like a little harmelesse lambe
I will not cry out neither

K:
it has been tould me, that thou art like mee boy

Pri:
my grand sir swore
my Chin & nose weare yors, & my good mother
said I was but yor [[illeg.]] picture

K:
shee was deceaud
for thou art fairer far

Pri:
thats cause I am
but yett a child, & if you doe not lay mee
in some vntimely pitt hole ere I grow
to mans estate I shalbee as you are

K:
a kinge thou meanst

Prin
noe I meane a man
that shalbee iust like you

K:
lett mee looke on thee

Pri:
pray doe

K:
heeres a white forehead
of inocence whose allablaster sweetnes
rebates my cruelties, tell mee my boy
didst never heare thie mother curse thie father
or did shee not teach thee to curse mee

Pri:
trulie
my lord I cannot lye, nor doe I vse to sweare
an oath, but by my troath you may beleeue mee
I never [hard yo] hard her curse, but often pray for yee
& so haue I too, hartilie, euery daie
I learnt it from her mouth

K:
gon to a nunnery
Ile hie mee thether to, by her example
learne to bee good & reconcile my [poule] peace
to hirs, alas poore soule [ha] how haue I wrongd hir

Pri:
whie did yee

K:
gentle boy wilt thou forgive mee

Pri:
I; yes indeed father

K:
my blessings on thee,
Ile call thee now myne heire—lett mee bethinck mee

Pri
if euer a poore childs prayer was accepted
good heaven I begg thee pitty my poore mother
& turne my fathers hart now I beseech thee,
how does the kinge my father
[OMITTED]I [OMITTED]for gon, an angell for a divill, a companion
[OMITTED] soft as doues for a thinge framd
[OMITTED]ambition
[OMITTED]ke«[OMITTED]s»
you promist mee to loue mee as my mother doth
& shee would talke to mee, shee would my lord

K:
it shalbee so Ile try to what strang[h] hight
th'ones wickednes will mount, to what humility
the others goodnes creepd, ioy of my soule
desires my stray or soules are pretious things
all men are deere to heaven, but cheefely kings
Ent' Voltimar.
attendance

Vol:
I am heere

K:
lock fast the dore
'tis death to enter—come you back

Vol:
I shall— exit


K
bee not afraid Child

Pri:
well I will not then

K:
Ile teach thee
a pollicy of state euen in thie Cradle

Ent' Voltimar
Pri:
Ile learne it if I can

K:
now is all sure

Vol:
as fast as key & boult can ward

K:
thine eare, this boy must bee dispatcht

Vol:
how

K:
suddenly

Vol:
good hee dyes

K:
shall I depend

Vol:
remember the words Tis done

Pri:
I doe not like this mans wild lookes; methincks
vppon his for head [hand] hange a thowsand earth quakes
pray stand betwene vs sir

K:
but dost thou know
what tis to Cutt off a younge inocent infant

Vol:
yes to cutts throate, knock out his braines
writh his neck off, anie thinge

Pri:
blesse mee what does this [villaine] fellow talke

K:
a villaines language
a minister of horror, borne to live
& dye a monster

Vol:
fine stuff kinge, admirable dissimulation
it becomes yee

K:
[it] marke what remaines for thee

Vol:
a braue reward

K:
I will resigne my royall office vpp
& plant my crowne heere on this princely head
hee shalbee kinge, for since thou hast my promise
of pardon, Ile not bee thie iudge, that daie
whereon my boy makes entrance to his raigne
shalbee renowned for an act of Iustice
on such a man of mischeif as thou art

Vol:
hey daie how scurvilie this shewes

K:
the evidence against thee I myself will give the world
shall know how miserable I haue been
by Pendas ruine acted by thie hand

Pri:
tis very strange & very pittifull

K:
my self in person shalbee thie accuser

Vol:
dare yee

K:
oh boy if not for my sake for thie mothers
I chardge thee by the dutie of a sonne
give him a heavie doome lett him dye groaninge
revenge the manly [soldier] Penda, that braue soldier
take heede my Chardge is greate

Pri:
should this bee true
when I am kinge a smarts fort

K:
guard a guard

Vol:
sir what dee meane

K:
Ile never heare thee againe Ile call[OMITTED]

Pri:
whie dost not speake trust mee I'le ou[OMITTED]
rath«[OMITTED]th[OMITTED]e[OMITTED]no[OMITTED]»s[OMITTED]

Vol:
will you babble

K:
heel infect thee or doe thee mischeif

Pri:
but a shall not, nay
I'le tell my fathers my good father now
my lord

Vol:
peace or—

Pri
indeed this souldier if a bee not
an honest man a very honest man
is trulie a very knaue, twas hee that taught mee
what I should saie, hee fetchd mee from my mother
shee loues him, chardg'd mee to bee ruld by him
tould mee hee was not cruell as hee seemd
but of a gentle nature, & indeed
to speake the truth, hee still has vsd mee kindly
as if a had been my man

K:
would yett a had
a hart to melt in penitence for Penda
vnluckily by him misdone

Vol:
the prince some what to earely hath prevented mee
in my dissignes vppon my knee my lord
I humbly craue yor favor

K:
kneele to heaven
I am too low to bee crept to

Vol:
then know sir
that heither to I haue but given you phisick
& now yor health is purchast

K:
oh whie wilt thou flatter myne infinitt guilt

Vol:
I can restore
all yor discomforts in a rich discouery
of honest duty would you bee but pleasd
to take truce wt h yor greefes

K:
thou canst not Voltimar
Penda is falne

Vol:
heaven can worke by miracles
I'le cure that wound too

K:
ha

Prin:
I'le passe my word
I haue comission for it from my mother

K:
oh boy

Vol:
sir bee but Counsaild

Pri:
Ile intreate you

K:
doe what you will, I am lost as I am found
all present ioyes are short the best come after
better to lyve in teares then dye in laughter
come child thie hand

Pri:
heere father, weel attend yee— exeunt


Enter Clowne in his study writinge: one Knockes wthin
Clo:
whoe does molest or Contemplations, what are you

Eld:
tis Reece ap meridith, ap shon, ap Vaughan, ap Lewellins ap morris

Clo:
so many of you come all in

Ent' Eldred:
Eld

plesse yo
u master kernicler from all yor good studies and wise meditations

Clo:

oh m
r Rice I thought more of yor Cuntry men had knockt at dore w
t h you bringe em all in

Eld:

more, yes and more will come to her & kanog som bodies night
capps, there is a greate teale of [prapples &] quarrells and high vrds
goe vpp & towne to yon rascalls Brian mac Teages about o
r Cuntries, I beseese yo
u now vppon yor quarnicle bookes tell her w
c h is prauer Cuntrie wales or Ireland for antickities, & for [OMITTED]e sentle men & awle materialls besides
[OMITTED]er Cuntry; oh wales by anie meanes
[OMITTED] so to, wales for ap shons money
[OMITTED]

Clo:

Looke how much a S
t Thomas onion is a sweeter sallad then poore «s»

Eld:

right tis well spoken & in elegancies

Clo:

or as a fatt shopsheire Cheese outwaies a pound of hairie Irish b[OMITTED]
so wales w
t h her mountaines is higher in stature and therefore older in antiquities then Ireland

Eld:

noe Cambro-brittaine in the vrld can tauge finer

Clo:

welsh men whie yo
u are discended from the warlike Troians and the mad greekes

Eld:

tis awle true as steele

Clo:

so that 2 famous nations iumbled togeither to make vpp a welshman
but alas Irish men make one another

Eld:

now yo
u tawge of greekes & troshans it was a troshan pare awaie the laty Hellenes & praue greekes fought almost a towzen yeares for her
so a welse man that has true prittish plud in her, ere hee loose his ense
will sweare & fide, & runne vpp to his nose aboue his chin in embruings
& bee awle dyed in sanguins

Clo:

nay yo
u awle carry mettale enough about you thats certaine

Eld:

mac Breean also saies that Cupit was an Irish boy, putt I say a
welse boy because welse men are so lovinge

Clo:

what Cuntry boy Cupid is I know not but I'm sure mercury was
a welsh man & kept both sheep & goates, & yo
r welsh hooke came from his sheepe hooke

Eld:

tis mighty praue, & I am sure Arion was a welse man & plaid
passinge melodiously vppon her harpe

Clo:

hee did so & it was a welsh dolphin hee rod vppon

Eld:

I thinck yo
r kernicles some tymes tell lyes for in wales are noe dolphins but at Inne dores as signes

Clo:

I haue read it so in heathen greeke

Eld:

not in Christian welse I assure yo
u, but pray sustifie awle this of wales vnder yo
r pens & inckhorns for mac Teages & I are to kill one of vs vppon it, I will paie yo
u & bee euer pound in my poddies to yo
u, shall come anon py and py

Exit
Knock wthin Enter Edmond
Clo:

Come in; oh m
r macTeage, this may bee cronicled to see you heere

Edm:

sawst thou Reece datt coggin rascalls

Clo:

not I

Edm:

I priddy tell mee for Reece & I quarrell vppon it whedder is Ireland
ore wales more antient or finer Cuntry

Clo:

oh Ireland Ireland anie question of that

Edm:

yfaat I tinck so too dow & I iump into one hole

Clo:

looke how much difference is betwene myle end & grauesend or betwen«e»
Dover peere & one of the peeres of ffraunce, so short comes wales
of Ireland

Edm:

dow knowst our Cuntry too has noe virmine int

Clo:

oh noe, yett more cattell by far then wales

Edm:

& dat der[s] is not a toade or spider in Ireland

Clo:

nay thats certen there are fewer spidercatchers in yo
r cuntry then in anie else

Edm:

Reece saies to that a [wes] welshman runns faster den an Irish

Clo:

fye fie Rice is an asse, yo
r Cuntry men are foote men to lords and ladies & so runne after hono
r

Edm:

yfaat after a greate teale of hono
r, & if kinge Atelstanes himself weare heere, I should tell him I my self was as well borne in my
moders belly as the prowdest comrague in wales

Clo:

my head vppon that Brian

Edm:

& priddy now tell mee [is] whoe is more terrible in battailes de
Irish or de welsh

Clo:

oh Irish Irish, euery Irishman w
t h a dart lookes like death only death has not so much haire ons head

Edm:

yett ap morris saies in warrs his brittaine is more feirce

Ent' Eldred
Clo:

ap morris lyes

Eld:

w
c h ap morris; lugg you, you mr hobbadery Coscombe the same ap[OMITTED] morris can mage yo
r learned cronologicall nose lye heere n[OMITTED]

Edm:

Crees sa mee one Irish man & one welsh man is abl[OMITTED]
fooles of ten bushells such as dow art [OMITTED]

Eld:

yo
u cutt out thred bare questions vp[OMITTED] of yo
r left handed witts, & tis now an[OMITTED]

Edm:

sholl de crow tow horson teese b[OMITTED]
to p[OMITTED]ck«[OMITTED]y[OMITTED]m[OMITTED]s[OMITTED]d»

Eld:

& to nay downe her eares so her hearinge was not vrse for it

Edm:

& ifaatla ripe awaie di[t] gutts only in meriments

Clo:

& I (now yo
r bowlts are shott) to see you both like hangtiloes in new suites handsomly trusd vpp caperinge ith ayre leapinge at a dazie & to
accord togeither in a noose of brother hood not to bee vndone & then that
knott would I Cronicle

Edm:

der is one knott for anoder den

Eld:

& so awle freinds

Clo: [Ed]

is the masque to night at Court

Eld:

& m
r Capten Voltimars sends his petitionary vrds to yor vrship to pring yo
r quarnicles alonge by you & to shage yor heeles among the masquers

Edm:

wutt dow putt in dy ten toes for a share into der company

Clo:

for a share yes, & theis my ten hobnailes too, I am to speake in the
masque, braue sporte, one english dauncer & twoe harpers whoe
mew at all three are malitious Carpers come I am ready for a
Caranto already

Edm:
Tree merry men, & Tree merry men

Eld:
& tree merry men was wee a

Clo:
english

Edm:
Irish

Eld:
& praue welse

florish
omn:
& turne about knaues all three a— exeunt


Enter Kinge Winchester, Cornewall, Carintha, Armante & Voltimar followinge
K:
my lord of winchester thancks for this phisick
but ere you came I had an Antidot
te'xpell the strongest poyson

Win:
but sir how euer—

K:
yor loue is not the lesse & I shall pay you
Ent' Colchester:/ & Kent
in better coyne then words, oh my good lord
for all me thincks I am compast in wt h freinds
I sitt acould wt hout you

Col:
from an old man sir
there can come little heate, yett what I haue
is ready for yor service

K:
where are those lords
yor noble kindred

Col:
oh busie for the masque sir

K:
this night shall heere fix artificiall starrs
to burne out till the morne bringe in the sunne
to putt theire fires out by his golden flames
whilst they shall fall dim too when the twoe brides
[whoe fretts that hee so long must keepe awaie]
shall dazell wt h theire eyes the kinge of daie
whoe fretts that hee so long must keepe awaie
& not behold or pastimes

Arm:
is hee wt hout then

Vol:
yes maddam

Arm:
an odd conceited fellow (once my servant)
has (as I'me told) writt some strange Cronicle
& is to mee a suitor to speake for him
to haue yor mat y pleasd to Cast awaie
a few loose mynutes but to heare what wonders
his witt brings forth

K:
wt h all my hart sweete lady

Car:
twilbee a foyle to the nights brighter [b] glories
as a blackamore by a venus, pray sir letts haue him

Corn:
new Cronicler letts not loose him

Ent' Clowne wth a Booke
K:
fetch him in voltimar

Vol:
I shall sir

K:
this hee

Clo:
I am hee Sr

Col:
is that yor cronicle—hast writt such a vollume already

Clo:

noe my lord it is not all of myne owne writinge, this is a
[OMITTED] fire fed from tyme to tyme w
t h the faggots & some [OMITTED]ins of other mens witt I haue only pickd vpp a bundle
[OMITTED]drye sticks to maintaine the blaze
«[OMITTED]
r [OMITTED]si[OMITTED]»

Win:

yo
r Cronicle begins wt h Brute the sonne of Silvius the sonne of A«s[OMITTED]» the sonne of Æneas as other Cronicles of england doe, dost not

Clo:

Brute noe my lord thincke yo
u I will make bruite beasts of cun«try[OMITTED]» I weare a sweete Brute then, Brutus was noe more heere then I[OMITTED]
heere, where was Cassius when Brutus was heere

K:

thou saist well for that

Clo:

to tell yo
u true, my Cronicle is not an egg laid as others haue been, [my[OMITTED]] myne is an ephemerides fore tellinge [s] whatt shall happen in kings
raignes to Come for that thats past wee all know

Corn:

this is a harder waie, saddle yo
r horse pray letts see what pace it keep[OMITTED]

Vol:

gett vpp & ride, yo
u must spurr cutt & awaie

Clo:

I name noe kings & so beinge nameles yo
u know men are blamelesse[OMITTED]

Win:

so so to yo
r cronicle

Clo:

in such a kings raigne, & in the yeare 1217 in the moneth of december
about Christmas, when euery noble man meanes to keepe open howse
& good hospitallity, such terrible windes will arise that all the fyers
shalbee blowne out of their kitchens, all the good cheere out of
theire halls, all the servinge men out of their coates, & all theire
poore tennants [of] out of theire witts

Col:

but sirra when theis winds are laid the spitts may bee turninge againe

Clo:

they may so they shall goe to the fyer & bee ready to turne when in
shall come a caroach & 4 flanders mares a coach man & a page &
they shall runne awaie w
t h more meate, then would serve 300 creatures in blew that stand at livery

Car:

heeres a strange Cronicles

Arm:

hast anie more such stuff

Clo:

in the yeare 1231 men & women shall so entaile them selves one vpon
an other, that ladies scarlett peticoates shall make gentlemen
little gallipot breeches

K:

so good Charity when they couer one annother

Clo:

in the yeare 1354 bread willbee so scarce that lords shalbee gladd
to eate pye crust

Corn:

a terrible tyme

Clo:

in the yeare 1472 on S
t Lawrence daie at noone must a woman bee burnt in smith feild & before night 5 carmen burnt in
Turnball streete, & 4 gentlemen in Bloomsbury

Col:

hott doinges

Clo:

in the yeare 1499 bawdie howses will so increase that to suppresse
the number of them wimen shalbee faine to keepe tobacco shopps

Corn:

a good waie

Clo:

in the yeare 1561 capp wilbee so intollerable deere that Powles shall
not gett one to fitt him for anie money

Win:

pittie the Church should stand bare

Clo:

in the yeare 1600 new gate shall so swarme w
t h theeues that millers shalbee faine to grind neare bun hill & yett a number of taylo
rs shall live brauely in the strand

Col: [Cl]

theres noe hurt in that

Clo:

but now in [the raigne of this kinge heere in the] yeares 1621: 22
& 23 such a wooden fashion will come vpp that hee whoe walkes
not w
t h a Battoone shalbee held noe gallant

Win:

Battoone whats that

Clo:

a kind of Cudgell noe longer then that w
c h a water spaniell carries crosse his chopps yo
u haue seene shapperoones & marqueroones and baboones, & laroones, & petoones, & gogs noones, but this Lyninge of
plimoth cloake (calld the battoone) is a stuff but new cutt out of
the loome

K:

what are Battoones good for

Clo:

please yo
r mat y to heare the virtues, my cronicle shall bumbast[OMITTED] them before yo
u

K:

Come on then, first whie is it calld a battoone [OMITTED]

Clo:

tis a french woord le baston thats as much to «s[OMITTED]»
a professor of the needle raile at a[OMITTED]
w
t h his battoone pay him some thinge [OMITTED]

K:

ver[OMITTED]d

Clo:

yf a gallant promise a rich gowne or petticoat to a gentlewoman so
shee will vnder take a busines for him, hee needes troble noe taylo
r to take the [altid] altitude longitude or profundity of her body for his
owne measure is w
t hin reach

Col:

what other properties has it

Clo:

this; if a gentleman bee disarm'd by a broker of his weapon hee
looses noe honor if hee stick to his wooden dagger

Corn:

what more

Clo:

in Cold weather a crew of roringe boyes beinge in a taverne w
t h little money, may to save fyre make faggotts of theire battoones
& burne em in one place, & cutt battoones out of faggotts in annother

Car:

pritty Comodities

Win:

but what are now the discomodities

Clo:

one only inconvenience my lord leanes vppon it & that is that the
battoone being a kind of french Crutch many by walkinge w
t h it may bee suspected to haue Cornes on his toes when they are as
sound as I am

Vol:

the masquers sir are readie

Corn:

hence w
t h the Cronicler

K:

wee'l heare him out at leasure

Clo:

at leasure then I shall giue my attendance

Exit
Hoboyes —Ent' Edmond:
Edm:

Leaue di catter wawlinge noyse cutt of de goose necks of di fiddles &
hange dine owne neck in de strings

K:

whie how now Teage whats the matter that yo
r tongue runnes so

Edm:

it runnes out a myne Irish witts crees sa mee de maskers (de halters
eate em) bee all togeider by de eares der[e] scurvy wodden faces bee
tore in a towsand peices

Win:

how the maskers quarrell

K:

see Cornewall, Colchester, Capten yo
u to

exeunt
Edm:

a little lowsie boy tell twoe hundred a di self & a woman dow
gotts widd child & so anger my m
r de embassador hee takes so terrible deale of welsh pepper vpp into his nose [ts] tis y faatla
Ent' Penda and Eldred/—
as read as a hott warden pie

Pen:

pud trigs vppon a welse man yes when can tell does her masesty
invite to fine seere of Cunny pies, & sett yo
r shraps & offals & pones and toggs meate was awle knawne before her

K:

the meaninge of this furie

Pen:

Reece tell her furies is mad as horne pull

Eld:

heere is awle her furies—her laties there, whoe was to marry into
her lords consanguinities is a cow, has a greate calf runne by her
sides has porne a pastard

K:

whoe dares report this

Pen:

there are porters enow, see, yett shall fide for her too

Enter Cornewall wth his sword drawne, after him Colchester and Kent drawne the Prince like Cupid Voltimar keepes in the midst, Penda Edmond & Eldred draw & guard the Kinge; Winchester & Ladies step betwene all
Corn:
looke to yor life sir, traitorous Colchester
& his falce harted faction envyinge the peace
of yor Court pastimes thus wt h weapons drawne
sett yor whole Court in vprore

K:
maske turnd to massacre

Col:
not royall sir to touch yor life

omn:
what then

Pri:
Ile tell you what tis I begunne this broyle
& lett mee end it, I to this welsh lord
swore hee should never call mee sonne in law
nor call my mother wife

Pen:
wife, yes when was hange & trawne in her quarters

Pri:
I tould him that my father was a kinge
& that my mother should not dwell in wales
but bee a Queene in england

Eld:
wales is well rid vppon her

Pri:
& this brake of the masque, I should ha been you see a cupid int
«& I»mr Vulcans an antidated cuckolds to cry ptrooh at
[OMITTED]is prince come wee thus armd wt h iustice
[OMITTED]wretched, now a fond silly lady
«[OMITTED]r[OMITTED]fo[OMITTED]s[OMITTED]cr[OMITTED]w[OMITTED]mo[OMITTED]»
for heers or resolution to proclayme
this prince yor heire, & this Contracted lady
yor wife, ere anie else step to yor throwne

K:
doe you threaten

omn:
yes

K:
oh you weake sighted lords
kings thoughts fly from the reach of com̄on eyes
tis true or first intentions weare poysond arrowes
shott att the [head] hart of Penda, I then not card
'tinioye his wife so half man kind had fell
butt better spirritts mee guided Voltimar/
this was my diall, whose goeing true sett all
my mad howers right

Vol:
I plaid the honest coniurer when divills to be raisd I putt ang«e»
into the same Circles

Car:
'tincrease yor Angells number heere are hands
wrought in this schole of magique

Arm:
& was not I a good proficient wt h you

Pri:
my lords you are gulld I ha plaide the little Juggler too

K:
I all this while
sufferd this Comedy of welsh disguises
still to goe on, but now my lord embassador
y'are welcome out of wales

Pen:
in english I thanck yor mat y

K:
nay I must flea yor skins of too, deere Edmond

Edm:
I ha [h] lost my tongue on a suddaine tis shipt for Ireland

K:
my princely brothers both a paire of kingdomes
shall not buy you twoe from mee

Edm:
I had noe reason to lacky like an Irish footman thus

Eld:
nor I as a welse sentillman

Edm:
but knowinge
by this most honest, most noble soldier
what falce dice you putt in to Cozen Penda
of all his wealth (his wife) wee sir turnd cheaters
to haue some sport wt h you

K:
if worthie Penda
I haue wone from thee ought of this rich treasure
I'me a franck gamster, take it all agen
this is myne owne stake none shall draw thee from mee
my best Armante[e] nor this princely boy
for a new world

Arm:
I am happie in theis tryalls

K:
are you pleasd now old grand sire

Col:
& on or knees craue pardon for or rashnes

K:
you did but iustice
bee anie to bee blam'd it is theis lords
whoe to sett vpp theire kinswoman a Queene
Card not to ruin vtterly this temple
so basely by mee shaken, Winchester
has plaid at this greate shootinge a faire Archer
soldier thou shalt not want what thou deservst
[Ent' Clowne like] [Vulcan]
[gold & our loue]
[& what I, haue I been at Cost] to smutt my face hire a hammer buy a
[polt foote & study a speech] in yor maske for Vulcan & now must I
[hobble wt hout it]

K:
[my weddinge wt h] Armante shalbee hastend
[& till then keepe yor speech,] then bringe yor masque in

Clo:
[till then I wilbee speechles]

Pri:
[& so youl lay aside yor Croniclinge]
[I'le begg thee of the king] to bee my iester

Clo:
[Ide as leife you'd begg mee] for yor foole, if you did tweare noe great
[hurt, for a kings foole meetes better fortune then manie][OMITTED]

K:
more then a goldinge ringe marries yor loues[OMITTED]
a kings spred Armes letts rest after or [OMITTED]
wee haue had a royall race[OMITTED]a goal[OMITTED]
'tis Cr«o»wnd if wee that[OMITTED]
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