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Enter [[illeg.]]the Duke of Cornewall, the Earles of Chester and mercia; and Edwin; Elfred and Edmond ye Kings broth[OMITTED] disguizd like souldiers
Corn:
yor business

Edm:
to the kinge

Eld:
and myne

Corn:
whence come you

Edm:
from ffraunce

Enter ye Kinge Eld:
and from ffraunce I

K:
wc h are they that come from fraunce—theis

omn:
yes sir

K:
how is it wt h or army wee sent thether
vnder the Conduct of or twoe valliant brothers
Edmond & Eldred & that far fam'd Penda
some to our new made duke of Cornewall here

Eld:
I lay farr off from Pendas reginent
nor know I what fate followes him

Edm:
nor I [from Edmonds tent I come]

Eld:
from Eldreds tent I come

Edm:
& I from Edmonds

K:
hinder not one annother, take tyme, speake both

Eld:
yor brother Eldreds slaine

omn:
ha the prince slaine

Edm:
Ravens I see fly togeither, of his fall
can I sigh nothinge, tho into the world
this paire of princes came not hand in hand
death had a mynd it seemes to haue them Twins
for Edmond is slaine too

Corn:
both princes lost

K:
looke I not pale so much blood being drawne from mee
as made twoe brothers, heere is yett theire honors
they dy'd like princes on the beds of danger
and like men fightinge

Enter Penda like a Comon soldier
Edw:
heeres annother soldier

Corn:
and gladder newes I hope

K:
whence Comst [thost] thou

Pend:
the last battaile fought in fraunce

K:
mischeif sitts on thie brow too

Pen:
if sir you perfect
already in the history Claspd vpp heere
what neede the booke bee opend

K:
or princely brothers
Eldred & Edmonds slaine, are theis thie newes

Pen
noe; this I heare but know not, the french Epitaph
I bringe is of younge Penda

Corn:
Epitaph

Pen:
hee Cutt his waie to imortallity
through dangers, wc h to see but putt in picture
would startle a braue soulder

Corn:
slaine

Pen:
Sr I saw him
fall wt h more wounds vppon his brest then «y»eares
yett far more sperritt then wounds
«[OMITTED]e»d noe Coward then
[OMITTED]rnewall a «[OMITTED]ld»

Corn:
sir had I stood but by to see my boy
acted what hee speakes, I would have clap'd my hands,
and tho I will not mourne for him in black
I cannot for my hart hinder myne eyes
from droppinge this warme balsame into's wounds
tho it doe noe [d] good but wash them, now I ha done,
his funerall is past by, to his sad wife
Ile goe & tell the newes— exit


K:
& Comfort her
hee will be drownd too, pray goe and Comfort him

Ches:
I shall— exit


K:
soldiers yor names

Eld:
myne Vffa

Edm:
& myne Gildas

K:
see vs anon— exeunt they 2

& how art thou calld

Pen:
Conon

K:
a saxon

Pen:
yes

K:
& sawst thou Penda fall

Pen:
I did & help'd to teare the scaffoldings downe
that did support his life; please you read this

K:
whoes

Pen:
Captaine Voltimars

K:
oh Voltimars

Pen:
when hottest weare the fyers, and that the battaile
flamd in wild uprores Voltimar (& I
sett on by him) struck both or well aymd swords
through Pendas back

K:
heers all hee writes; tis done

Pen:
tis done, and 'twas yor will to haue it Done
yor oathes too flew to fraunce when it was done
to pay vs gold

K:
did Voltimar tell thee that too
thou canst not sure but bee an honest man
a wonderous honest man, whome Voltimar
would turne into a Cabinett to lock
a treasure of this vallue in't, my brothers
heaven speed e'm on theire voyage, ambitious boyes!
hard feathers shall noe more now stuff my pillow,
but Penda stood betwene mee & a prize
worth a whole masse of kingdomes

Pen:
I vnderstand you not

K:
I would not haue thee yett thou shalt hereafter
vnderstand this the whilst, wt h thie best speed
aske to the duke of Cornewalls, the old fellow
that Cry'd heere for that penda, (twas his sonne)
& lett his daughter heare it from thie lipps
her husbands dead, shee'l not beleeue yt ells

Pen:
but sir—yf to this duke you in some fitt
should tell what I haue done—

K:
I tell—hange padlocks
best on yor owne lipps, you and voltimar
should you blabb all, this can outface you both
looke toot

Enter Edmond & Eldred
Pen:
I am lessond— Exit


K:
vffa & gildas, ha
hit I your names right

Bot«h
[OMITTED]s»ir
[OMITTED]ers, leaue mee
«[OMITTED]l[OMITTED]»Pendas losse too, a noble fel[OMITTED]
«[OMITTED]d[OMITTED]»ly [OMITTED]

Edm:
vnles yor mat i e comaund my service I will or'e againe

Eld:
and I

K:
yor service staie wee shall imploy you
in trobled streames; wc h if you [ar] dare Convay

Eld:
dare

Edm:
try vs

K:
so you shall haue golden paie— exeunt


Enter Carintha; Cornewall and Chester
Car:
where is his body lett mee see but that

Corn:
now as wee came alonge, wee hard his bodie
(after the french had seizd it) could by no force
gold or intreaties bee rescud, for in trivmph
awaie the spoyle they hurryd

Ches:
& you must lady
make vpp yor greate losse by sweete patience
to keepe yor hart from breakinge, his noble father
you see plaies the phisitian to restore you
when his owne sicknes is more desperate
nor must it bee yor torment now to looke o're
thaccompts of Pendas vallor youth or Virtues
for hees runne out of all, but so well spent
you cannot at the [p] layings out repent

Car:
I doe not

Ches:
please you lady heare the souldier
that tells the perfect story of his death
t'will so delight you that hee out went men
in's doings; you'l scarce wish him heere agen

Car:
that soldior sunge to mee the funerall Anthem
ere you or the kinge hard it, I thank yor loues
for theis your tracts of consolation,
but sir methinks I weare best Comfort you,
you haue a manly waie to fight wt h greefe
yett I that am a woman Can ward off
the blowes better then you, I ha lost a husband
a sonne you, if you will make or wracks euen
& heeres the ballance—hee's gon well to heaven
Penda (my noblest loue) fors Cuntry dy'd
& is not so much mourn'd for as envyd
for the braue end hee made; 3 tymes hee flew
(like an armd thunder) into the thickest ffrench
& wt h the lighteninge of his sword made waie
as greate winds doe through woods, rootinge vpp oakes
so reel'd the armies buildings at his stroakes
must not I proudlier heare this then behold him
breake 20 staves ith Tilt yard tis more honor
Could I wed 20 husbands I would wish
theire glories in this world to bee noe greater
theire fate noe worse, & theire farwell noe better

Corn:
thou art a noble girle

Ches:
& teachest all of vs
Enter Penda—
to putt on the best armor; heere comes the soldier

Pen:
the kinge for feare theis lords as loath to wound you
should faile in some poynts of yor husbands story
sends mee to speake it fully, that yor sorrowes
may know what they must trust to, & not stagger
in hope that hees alive,—for theis eyes «s»aw [OMITTED]

Car
[OMITTED]d

«P[OMITTED]
[OMITTED]»I sunge this not to you be«fo»
Enter Kin«g
[OMITTED]»a bad suite t«w»

K:
by this his Cominge
to drye the widdowes teares vpp, 'tis a signe
hee would not haue her kill her self wt h weepinge

Car:
my cheekes haue not been wett sir

K:
pitty to drowne
such a rich land of bewtie in salt water
pray lett her bee my patient, I haue phisick
weare shee eaten vpp wt h anguish shall agen
putt life into her, tho her soule & [see] shee
weare shakinge hands

Corn:
applie yor phisick sir

Ches:
wee shalbee proud of her recouery— Exeunt


K:
whoe now shall pluck Carintha from myne Armes
before a fatall matrimoniall Chaine
lay Crosse or waies, myne [for] to a wisht for bed
thine to a crowne, both rocks are now remoud
wee both haue sea roome, sitt thou at helme alone
the ship my kingdome, & the sailes my throwne

Car:
braue voyage, whoe would not venture; are the Destinies
yor spinsters that when you Cry Cutt that thred
'tis done

K:
I am puzzell'd, a riddle

Car:
tis heere resolvd;
I know (at least a spirrit wt hin mee prompts it)
Penda was shipt for ffraunce that Athelstane
might wt hout danger both beseige this fort

K:
tis true

Car:
& win it if hee could

K:
Ile practize
what engines a whole kingdome can invent
but I will enter it

Car:
you shall never force it
tis yeilded sir on composition

K:
name it

Car:
to bee yor Queene

K:
wee'le to Church instantly

Car:
weare I a lady lock't in a brazen tower
& that a prince but spy'd mee passinge by
I'de leape (weart neare so high) into his armes
becon'd hee for mee, the name of prince should beare it
I'de spurne at Indian hills of new tryd gold
to Come to his embraces, but to a kings

K:
never such musique tis some Angell sings
to morrow weel bee married

Car:
not for ten kingdomes
I must a while in mourninge maske myne eyes
to stop the worlds tongue & to temporize
wt h Pendas father

K:
doe so then

Car:
besides theres a dukes daughter, whome men Call Armante
Contracted to you vnder yor owne hand
enter Winchester
& has by you a sonne vntye that knott
vnwind that bottome I'me yors, otherwise—

Exit
K:
not; Ile doo't wt h my little finger,—my lord of winchester
in happy tyme you come to bee my good phisitian

Win:
first lett mee know yor sicknes

K:
there is you know
a Contract written vnder myne owne hand
seald by yor self & other witnesses

Win:
betwene the lady Armante & yor highnes

K:
right my sperituall surgion, step you to her
[OMITTED] & cure her e're I come of that wild phrenzie
«[OMITTED]h»at s[OMITTED]tts her tongue araylinge, bid her make ready
[OMITTED]t for by all my hopes deere father[OMITTED]
«[OMITTED]be»e married, & wipe off [OMITTED]
[OMITTED]the princly bo«y»[OMITTED]
I gott vppon her body shee shall change
her name of a kings Concubin to a Queene/

Win:
I would not for what lyes beneath the moone
bee made a wicked engine to breake in peices
that holy Contract

K:
tis my ayme to tye it
vppon a knott never to bee vndone
goe to my deere Armante, tell her I am hirs
at first by oath and now by Conscience

Win:
I am happy in the message— exit


Ent' Colchester
K:
my lord of Colchester the man I looke for

Col:
& you the man I looke for my deere leige

K:
thou hast a buxome cheeke, a Iouiall front

Col:
haue I not Cause when the blood royall roones
in to some ∥te of myne, my girle kings mris
my grandchild (one of Iupiters scapes) yor sonne

K:
ha ha

Col:
hee was gott laughinge, hee laughes so too
hee has yor owne eyes, ther's his nose his lipp
his gayte iust yors, a legg & foote like yors
but yors is some what more calf, kinge hee's thine owne
for when hee plaies at trap of all the boyes
hee must bee kinge too, all Call him the younge prince

K:
they doe

Col:
hee struttinge some tymes to his Companions
in a maiesticke tone, will saie my lads
I at my Coronation will make you all
greate men, tho now you are boyes, as I am a prince

K:
is hee so forward

Col:
forward, whie sir kings bastards
are made of lighteninge—oh

K:
how does his mother

Col:
shee, las poore whore

K:
how sir my loue a whore

Col:
I Cry thee mercy a kings Concubine
but the true antient english is plaine whore

K:
shee lost sir nothing by beinge myne

Col:
tis true shee gott a child by it

K:
& you gott somthinge sir

Col:
right sir a duke dome
& wud I had twoe daughters more to play em
awaie at twoe such casts

K:
a braue old boy

Col:
some haue by daughters falne whie should not others
bee raizd by daughters, but in sooth my leige
would thou couldst coyt her off, bandy this white ball
into some gallants bed, there are enow
would take her at rebound

K:
her at rebound
noe, in few daies my self will call thee father

Col:
Ile call you sonne then

K:
to Armante haue I sent good Winchester
& my self am goinge to her

Col:
are you; my howse shall bid you welcome some busines ended
Ile there waite on yor grace

K:
doe so— exit


Clo:
thie grace
would thou hadst anie, I will smooth my for head,
bee the kings foole, & calld the good old man
the silly duke; & tho a barbed horse
the shakinge of his wand makes mee stand still
I wilbee rid & spurd, but kinge take heede
head longe I [[illeg.]] flinge thee when to much I ble« d[OMITTED] e»xit


Enter Winchester and Armante
Arm:
did the kinge speake this

Win
[OMITTED] did both speake & sweare it [OMITTED]
[OMITTED]en[OMITTED] person present«l[OMITTED]t[OMITTED]»

Arm:
heaven pardon him I doe

Win:
lett not wild rage
beare you beyond yor self

Arm:
I thanck your counsell

Win:
bee not ore flowne wt h gall

Ent' Clowne
Arm:
noe I'le talke nothinge

Win:
fellow avoyd the roome

Clo:

the roome weare it Quarter daie, I take [it] yo
u to bee none of my landlord avoyd w
t hout warninge

Win:

I ha business for the Kinge heere

Clo:

& I ha busines for the kinge heere too, that is to haue a care to this
lady my m
rs, whoe is the kings game

Arm:
[Win]

game

Clo:

yes game, Ime sure his hawck w
t h the longe winge has flowne at yo
u, I haue as much to doe heere as you, & therefore avoyd you the roome

Arm:

my lord the fellow is silly

Clo:

for ought I know hees as silly as I am

Arm:

sett not yo
r witt to his

Clo:

I doe not meane hee shall, if hee would give mee a benifice to boote
Ile not change my witt for his, my lord the duke of Colchester
(vnder whome I haue an office about oysters) bids mee haue an eye
to his daughter now sir will I haue 2 eyes

Win:

a good servant

Clo:

nay more if I fetch my suspectiue glasse (in w
c h, standinge at queene hive dock, I can tell to a kernell how farr dover peere is) I will then
Cast 3 eyes at her

Win:

I doe so doe so

Clo:

nay more when I'me at age to weare wofull spectacles, my 4 eyes
shall not haue an eye to see, but Ile looke to her water

Win
thou art too carefull, prithee leaue vs now—Stay
whats thie name

Clo:

my name is Lapland, my mother was a witch, my father a broaker
myne Aunt cryd ends of gold & silver, my grandsire went vpp
& downe w
t h an Ape; my lord of Landosses fine Awpe, heers a iolly kindred

Win:

borne in London

Clo:

yes on the back side of billinsgate, there are of my name ith Citty
young gentlemen know the laplands, theres my Cozen a scrivener
(that can looke through an inch bourd his eyes are so sharpe) has lapd
Ent' Kinge—
more lands in sheepe skin then all o
r backs can Carry

Win:
peace heers the king

K:
leave vs

Clo:
avoyd the roome— Exeunt


K:
oh my Armante

Arm:
this is strange that I
whoe haue so long been nip'd euen dead wt h could
should now haue sunne beames warme mee, oh Sr my wrongs

K:
Come dreame not of them I will fan them off
as if they nere had been, for heere Armante
I vow to morrow e're the god of daie
has putt a golden ringe about bright noone
thou shalt bee myne, as fast in nuptiall band
as I am thine by Contract & thy sonne
wt h full Consent of state freely proclaymd
myne and my kingdomes heire, wc h to effect
that Contract wc h thou [h] hast shall bee inlarg'd

Arm:
tis well enough already

K:
but now it shalbee made past all dissolvinge


[OMITTED]Bisshop did not see the Contract did hee
[OMITTED] nor anie shall
[OMITTED]
[OMITTED]

K:
keepe it & marry that [that] then, lye wt h that
Call that yor husband, if that paper kinge
can gett younge paper princes of you, lett him
come I wt h all my drossy scales fyld off
pollisht, & smoothd, & doe you vse mee still
as if I weare base mettall, raile noe more at mee
remember thus I came to you thus leaue you

Arm:
royall sir the Contracts heere

K
I will not touch it
not see it, lett mee goe pray

Arm:
las beinge before
ith faulcons gripe, I would bee pincht noe more

K:
the faulcon would flye from you

Arm:
hee shall not, see sir
heere as the deerest Iewell of my fame
lockt I this parchmt from all couetous eyes
this yor Indenture holds [in it] alone the life
of my sick wasted honor, yett behold
into yor hands I redeliver it

K:
so it is ith lyons paw and whoe dares snatch it

Arm:
ha, you doe but Counterfeit to mock my ioyes

K:
awaie bould strumpit— exit


Ent' Clowne
Arm:
are there eyes in heaven to see this

Clo:
mad maudlin are you goeinge to bedlam

Arm:
yes lett mee haue fresh straw I am mad

Clo:
so am I lett goe yor Catts nayles, or I'le a fall vppon you as I'me a man

Arm:
is the kinge gon thou slaue

Clo.
hees gon but not so farr gon as you

Arm:
rocks leape out of the sea to fall vppon mee
& grinde mee into powder

Clo:

what powder, come what powder, when did yo
u see anie woman grinded into powder, I'me sure some of yo
u powder men, & pepper em too

Arm:
awaie Ile bee a ghost & haunt this kinge
till want of sleep bids him runne mad & dye
for makinge oathes bawds to his periury— exit

Enter Colchester:
how now whers my daughter

Clo:

troath my lord I know not, the kinge was heere, out they fell about a
writinge, w
c h hee gott from her, through a Crevis I saw all

Col:

a writinge

Clo:

yes S
r & her nayles in her rage weare currycombes in my haire, for shee lookes as wild as a gentleman frighted by a seriant

Col:

a writinge I devine the mischeif— is goinge

Clo:

my lord I would faine give vpp my Cloake, this livery of waitinge on my
lady yo
r daughter, I haue some learninge, & am loath to grubb my penn wholly in a womans busines, there's a goose quill sticks in my stomach, I haue
a mighty desire to bee bound to a Cronicler, or some such lyinge trade.

Col:
leaue her not yett I prithee, one storme blowne ore
take thine owne course

Clo:
& then my muse shall rore— exeunt