University of Virginia Library

Act 3u s

Enter Armante and Clowne
Arm:

What ist tho
u so art scriblinge, art making ballads

Clo:

ballads, noe maddam, my muse drincks neither 4
s [or] nor 6s beere, the liquor I take in is from the french Hipocrenian hogshead, I lapp out
of mineruas milkebowle

Arm:

«[OMITTED]t» a poet

[OMITTED]Clo:

[OMITTED] a hobberde hoy of hellicon, & maddam I feare I must bee
[OMITTED]carried awaie w
t h a furie from you for I am ravisht [OMITTED]ott w
t h Child a horse & I keepe at rack & manger

Calld Pegasus & vppon him am I gallopinge to the horshoe foote
mountaine of pernassus

Arm:

th'art mad sure

Clo:

I am mad w
t h keepinge you companie, the 9 muses are all women, & 9 women are able to make 9 score men mad

Arm:

come leaue thie fooleries, I am cold this morninge, letts tosse

Clo:

& tumble too ladie if yo
u please, but before I say B to this baddledore Ile tell yo
r ladiship what I am turnd into

Arm:

if into noe terrible monster Ile looke [in too't] vppon it

Clo:

noe loggerhead Ellephant Ile assure yo
u for a penny loafe serves mee 2 daies when I eate least

Arm:

well sir what are yo
u turnd into

Clo:

oh maddam my head is a meere bagpuddinge

Arm:

good meate

Clo:

my braines the flower that makes it, my sweete concipts the plums
when I sweate in my invention thats the suett, iests the salt, my witt the
grosse pepper

Arm:

a wise puddinge [w
t hout] has it noe eggs

Clo:

yes; my eagernes in writinge are the eggs I putt into it & my scull is the
iron pott in w
c h I seeth this puddinge

Arm:

& when comes it to'th table

Clo:

when yo
u see mee pipinge hott then looke for a lick at mee, my pudding is wholly at yo
r service

Arm:
to putt you into a heate then play

Clo:
my cock is vpp longer then yours for a shillinge

Arm:
done Sr, you are downe before mee

Clo:
I thinck so, a man is nothinge in a womans hands

Arm:
I ha lost the K quite for I nere was merry
when my thoughts lighted on him; Ile tosse him from mee
as I doe this, trust mee theis shettlcocks
are pritty fine invention

Clo:

oh very fine, the'ile putt cullo
r into yor honorable cheekes, make yor leggs supple, yo
r armes soluble, quickens the eye, sharpens the stomach (I could

eate eate like a horse now) & is the only sword & buckler fight against
Ent' ye Prince—
the greene sicknes; w
c h I'me sure you feele not

Pri:
mother my grandsir & a heap of lords
are rusht into your lodgings

Ent' Colchester winchester & Kent/
Col:
all strangers leaue the roome

Clo:
noe english man stirr a foote

Win
hence wt h this triviall fellow

Kent:
what makes hee heere

Clo:
I am this young gentlemans tutor for battledoringe & shittlecockery

Win:
awaie foole bee packinge

Clo:

take heed yo
u never fall vnder the dreery dint of my goosequill, I will pack & peck if yo
u doe— exit

Arm:
whence shootes this thunder

Col:
the kinge takes Pendas widdow to his Queene

Arm:
when

Win:
instantly, & theres a murmer flyes
yor sonne the prince (like to a braunch lop'd off)
must bee snatch'd from you, if you refuze to send him
for fetchd hee wilbee

Kent:
whilst you from court retird
must give ore howskeepinge

Arm:
anie more arrowes

Col:
are not theis 3 enow; does not the first
(that marriage most vnlawfull) cleaue thie hart
does not the second wound this child to death
else whie should hee bee sent for, hee that hates
the mother seldome smiles vppon the sonne
thou hast a north starr yett to steere thie course by
theres but one shore of safty, thowsands of ruin

Arm:
& wc h that one to safety

Win:
for you deere ladie
to shutt yor self vpp mongest some cloysterd Nunnes
danger dares there not looke in and for the prince[OMITTED]
to keepe him from the kinge

Arm:
the kinge

Pri:
my father
what brauer wings can ore an eaglett sped
then the old eagles, I doe not think my father
would hurte mee weare I wt h him

Arm:
I will not tread
that path [to] you beate (of safety) should a destiny
bringe mee a leafe of brasse grauen wt h the deathes
of mee & my poore boy (as the kings act)
Ide spitt ith face of fate, & sweare shee lyes
noe kinge makes his owne sonne a sacrifize

Col:
bee wilfull then & rue it

ent' voltimar:
Win:
heeres the kings earewigg

Vol:

health to yo
r Lr̄pes, if it weare still water before I came, I am sorry the winde of my mouth must raise a storme; I come from the kinge, & tho I am noe theefe
yett I must see yo
r howse broaken vpp (sweete lady) & yor [af] gates (after the noblemens waie) to stand shutt, yo
r number of chimneyes are to Cozen the beggers & make 'em fall a Cursinge, to see noe smoake in 'em, maddam I am to
dischardge all yo
r followers

Pri:
all, & mee too, I am one Sr

Vol:
yes & you too, I am the kings lambe taker & this must wt h mee

Pri:
saue mee good grandsir, saue mee mother, my lords
this man has a doggs looke

Col:
touch but his nayle thou better weart to draw

Vol:
what

Col
a lyons tooth out

Vol:
dare you draw vppon mee

Col:
yes & will draw thie hart out, kill the villaine

Vol:

Come, haue I been a butt full of arrowes to feare yo
r weake bowes, whome I paw I teare, death in a white beard is noe bug beare to fright mee, yo
r duggions this for e'm my dublet has had oylet holes int w
t h sharper bodkins will you fight I Challenge yo
u at all theis weapons, but if youl talke like Iustices of the peace, looke yo
u, I am a quiet man, only heare this, 'tis the kings hand putts him into myne my lords

Col:
& ors takes him out of the kings & thine,
so tell him saie tis Colchester that speakes it [Eu] exeunt


Arm:
my lord of winchester pray stopp theire madnes
the kinge & I made vpp a stock of loue
a royall stock, & putting it to vse
my child must bee sent home for interest
shall hee not haue his owne— exit winchester


Vol:

lett em goe lady, when the whirligiggs of theire braines haue don spininge
the'ile stand still doe you hold mee honest

Arm:

I find thee full waight yett

Vol:

when anie other musique sounds mee, splitt my pipe, the K: will marry

Arm:

lett him

Vol:

noe I will not lett him nor shall yo
u, a welsh embassador is to Come to Court, the kinge meanes to putt yo
u vppon him, him vppon you (fine hottcockles) 'tis my plott my grindinge

Arm:

vppon mee putt his welsh man

Vol:

pshew theres a dyall for yo
r howers to goe by, hee will court you in welsh & broken english hee speakes both the divell vnderstands all languages, Ile
(to doe you good) bee one of his schollers, whie not, scrubbinge fencers teach
fine men to play, & greasie Cookes dresse lords dynners, I am yo
r scullion how like yo
u that gamoth

Arm:

well; very wonderous well

Vol:

gett that litt kings fisher (yo
r sonne) out of the lords netts, bee but ruld & yo
u shalbee merry

florish
Arm:
Ile tread this maze tis walkinge still the round
or if I fall lower, 'tis but to the ground— exeunt


Enter Kinge: Cornewall, and Chester
K:
this is the daie of Audience, [feth] fetch him in
wt h an addition of such regall state
as may inflame the welsh men not to bow
theire kneeues for feare but loue, & not repine
to paie vs tribute, nations euen most rude
stroakd gently feele noe waight of servitude
what is hee

Corn:
[what is he] troath sir a goodly gentleman
take that rough barke awaie his cuntry gives him
(yett growes hee straight & smooth) yor self would sweare
natu[OMITTED]e had spent some Curiosity
«w[OMITTED]» shee made him, for wt h a Cuninge hand
[OMITTED]& loue ins face, strive for comaund

K:
Tis fitter for the mould in wc h weel cast him
Cornewall for that greate worke, wc h in yor care
I builded lately

Corn:
touchinge Armante

K:
that

Corn:
the wheles must haue noe palsie hands to guide 'em

K:
an engineers, the sinowy voltimars
man kind shewes not his equall

Cor:
is hee trusty

K:
as the try'd Atlas that vpshoulders heaven
bringe in that rarity of Nations
Ent' Voltimar—
(or welsh embassador) how now voltimar
exit Chester/
what speakes the Alminake in Armantes eyes

Vol:
greate winds, blustringe awhile, but—

K:
out wt h it man aloud, the noble Cornewall
is in or plott a ∥tener

Vol:

whie then S
r I ha so 'plyd the lady wt h warme perswations, shees supple yf yo
r bould brittaine dares plant his ramm of battery shee'l abide the assault

K:

my excellent soldier,—wee must vse art to arme him, & take tyme

Vol:

that greate grumblinge organ pipe likewise of muteny the lords of her faction
by a trick that I turnd em w
t h, are all musicall & come to Court, to honor yo
r entertainement of the strangers wt h theire presences

Corn: [K:]
rather to spie

K:
noe matter weel haue eyes
as peircinge as theire owne, bee quiett they come

Hoboyes
Enter winchester; Colchester, Chester, Kent; then Penda the Welsh enbassador braue; Eldred as a Welsh seruingman; wincheste and his faction kiss the Kings hand; & then place them selues for Audience
Pen:
Awle the showers aboue vs, power downe vppon yor mighty heads

Vol:
wee shalbee sure to haue rayne enough then

Pen:

her benidictions, & remunerations, & exaltations of all monarchall
dignities

Vol:

theres no hurte in this

Pen:

in wales (oh magnanimious kinge Athelstanes) wee haue noe vniversities to
tawge in vplandish greekes & lattins, wee are not so full of o
rrethoriques as

yo
u are heere, & therefore yor greate & masesticall eares was not to looke for fyled oratories & pig high stiles

K:

wee doe not

Pen:

yo
u are landlord of wales, my mr a prince of royall prittish pludd yor ten̄nts; hee & awle the sentillmen of wales send Comendations to yo
u awle & sweare w
t h true welse harts, & longe welse hooke, to fyde vppon yor side when they can stand, till o
r Bardhes play on twincklinge [we] harpes the praverys of your victories

K:
wee are beholdinge to them; is not the daie
of payinge their tribute yearely now at hand

omn:
it is sir

Pen:

& was come to give significations to K: Athelstans that awle o
r tributes is heere pye & pye vppon 10 daies hence to come

Eld:

twilbee awle heere vppon Lamas day was senight

Vol:

[vpp] latter Lamas ha: ha:

Pen:

whie is yo
r teehies & yor wehies is hobbye-horse heere or shacknapes, or loggerhead Elephant w
t h flappinge poptayle snowtes

Corn:

grow not my lord to Coller

Pen:

Collers had I the petter of vs awle in powis land to fleere & seere & sneere
in o
r faces was as good to eate a welse goate, haires & hornes, & puddings & awle in her pelly pipinge hott

K:

whoe is it that dares ieere

Eld:

pray tell her whoe is it, shall fyde (diggon) from welse hooke to a prick noe
longer as this of a putchers when any tares sallenge my lord or Reese his
man vppon duellos, & combatts, & battalios & pells mells, welse plud is vpp
& can canogg & rore

Col:
is that yor man my lord

Pen:
yes & a sentill man of an old as anie wales

Kent:
hees very furious

Eld:
furies, a true welse man scornes redicles & laughins

Pen:
& is mighty sellous of grinings, & is loose her best pludd in
wounds sooner as loose an inse, inse, nay a Crum«b»s wa[OMITTED]
in the scales of honor

K:
I faine would know whoe v[OMITTED] him [OMITTED]

Vol:
I laughd, but not at him royall Sr

Pen:
you logh; wud vs twoe both now weare on the balld pate of Penmawer

Vol:
would wee weare

Eld:
should try whoe was finest tumbler downe, one's neck must cry twange fort

Pen:
good Reese bee wise

Kent:
whats yor followers name

Eld:
tis Reese ap meridith, ap shon, ap lewellin, ap morris yet noe dancers for awle you
are english lords, you are made of noe petter wole then a welse man is, a
little finer spunne & petter carded thats awle; or pludd is as well dyed, & or
spirrits as good a napp vppon her

K:
tis so wee like yor sperritts & haue tryde them

Pen:
yor kinglines [at] had 2 fine sentillmen yor brothers, one prince Edmonds and
prince Eldreds, they did kanaw or prittish sperritts, they fought [very finely]
in wales very finely vppon vs Reese you saw them all pluddy about Clanvelthin

Eld:
yes, & after they drinck metheglin diggon

Pen:
& was mighty merry

Eld:
& loue to gabble a little welse too

Pen:
pray sir what threads of lyfe doe they 2 sentill men spin now

K:
none, they both dyd ith feild

Pen:
mercy vppon vs in feilds as peggers doe

Vol:
noe mr Comrague in a battaile

K:
in a french noble feild those princes fell

Pen:
was praue men pogs on knog'd em downe

K:
tho they are lost heere sitts a brother kinge
to bid you welcome, call or english court
yor owne, england yor wales, wee are so strunge
wee will in nothinge differ butt in tongue

Pen:
welse tongue I can tell you is lofty tongue

Eld:
& praue sentill men as are in the vrld [tague] tawge it

K:
shew to this noble lord what rarities
our Court is furnisht wt h

Pen:
follow Reese

florish
Eld:
not as mouse in sees I warrant her

Exeunt Pen: Eld: & Voltimar
K:
whilst I bestow
my second thancks vppon theis worthie lords
by whome our Court (a heaven ecclipsd before)
recouers a new light

Col:
what light wee give is borrowd from yor sunn beames

K:
I am prowd to see yor browes so smooth

omn:
or browes are as or harts

Ent voltimar and Edmond like an Irish man
Vol:
looke sirra thats the kinge

K:
whats hee

Vol:
the embassador s Irish footman full of desire to see how much you & an
Irish kinge differ in state, wc h of the Irish kings know you sirrah

Edm:
I once serve & runne alonge by morrogh mac Breean kinge of Leinster
& I know all de oder Irish princes

K:
how does the kinge of Leinster

Edm:
yfaatla passinge merry; hee loues dee deerely Dæardæry his queene too
speake well of dee, & osha Hanassah de kings broder wid dermott
Lave-yarach tell mee and I come into england to giue dee a
towsand Comendacōns

K:
whats thie name

Edm: [Eld:]
Teage mac Breean

K:
how farr canst runne in a daie

Edm: [Eld]
yfaat I shalbee loate to haue dine owne horse runne so farr in a daie as I
can, euer since I [rane] Came awaie from de salt water into wales & out of
wales hidder my toes & my feete never stawnd still for bee my
gossips hawnd I had a greate desire to see dee, & dat sweete face a dine

K:
the kinge of Leinster is a noble soldier

Edm:
Crees sa mee hee does not [for] care for de divill

Vol:
wiser man hee

K:
the Queene is wonderous faire sirrah is shee not

Edm:
Queene Dæardæry yfaatla now as white as de inside of a
pome water, and as vppright as anie dart in Ireland

Col:
goes yor kinge in such Clothes

[OMITTED] Edm:
«in» trooses a pox a die face I priddy what should
«[OMITTED]h[OMITTED]o[OMITTED]i»n besides— exeunt K: Corn: Chest: Vol: Edm


[OMITTED]
[OMITTED]—«V»oltim«[OMITTED]r»

Col:
so thice is thaw'd & tho the water runne
smooth yett tis deepe, or torrent must rore on

omn:
on— Exeunt

Enter Carintha at a Table readinge
A Contract signd by his owne royall hand
the Iudges that weare by besides her father
2 dukes, & all theis earles, a full grand Iury
to passe vppon the life & death of honor
yett hee stands laughinge at the barr, this lady
hee wore as a rich Iewell, on his very hart
now t'is by him defact & broake in peices
& swept awaie like rubbish from his Court,
wicked man, had fate a hand to give mee to him
(how fast so euer in a golden charme
my finger should bee bound) his wandringe eye
meetinge new bewties, wold in scorne view myne
& then (as hers) my ioyes should cease to shine
Ent' a seruant/
tis better as it is

Ser:
heers a gentlewoman maddam come to see you

Car:
what gentlewoman

Ser:
shee lookes like a lady of the tyme

Car:
whie how lookes a lady of the tyme

Ser:
shee lookes like a poore lady, for shee has ne're a man, but only a shrimping
boy & her cheekes are as thin as if shee had not dynd

Ent' Armante & Prince
Car:
bringe her in sir

Ser:
theres my lady— exit


Car:
gett you gon
ha are you the wrong'd Armante

Arm:
& you the Queene
of the assendant now, loue hath resignd
the glories of his raigne (his troath his honor)
to a fresh brid, whilst wee whoe are the[s] scorne
of his his neglect & foyles of [his] yor vprisinge
are hurld downe lower then th'e[yes] eyes of pitty
can shed a teare for; I am the wrongd Armante

Car:
you come Armd in fate
tempests of womans mallice & revenge
muster vppon yor forhead, is this yor sonne

Pri:
yes marry am I maddam

Car:
his very brow
is bent wt h frownes vppon mee

Pri:
[h] I never hard anie say that I euer frownd yett

Car:
there may bee danger for mee to trust mee in yor companies

Pri:
I am noe fighter lady, & my mother
(my poore wrong'd mother) is to full of sorrow
now to turne swaggerer, neither of vs both
carry a knife about vs

Arm:
looke gentle ladie
on this faire braunch sprunge from a royall tree
but now growne crooked; for thunnaturall roote
keepes back the vigor that should give it groath
what thinck you I come for

Car:
I cannot guesse

Arm:
the generall voyce proclames you the kings mrs

Car:
kings mris so

Arm:
queene of the tymes, the starr of englands court
the glorious spheare in wc h the kinge (once myne)
moues, & there only, oh as you are a woman
the daughter of a mother as you Can
pertake the sence of passion, (greefes & pitty)
the torments of Contempt (disgrace & ruin)
the miseries of honor (scorne & basenes)
lett mee beseech you ere you tread the path
(the path that must conduct you to the monument
of a lost name) remember by whose fall
you clyme to a kings bed think ont what tis
to sleep in sheetes forbidden on a stolne pillow [OMITTED]
a royall Concubine can bee noe more
then a greate glorious vncontrolled whore
shee whoe for freedome in that state will thrive
must plead her pattent by prerogative

Car:
I snatch noe pattent from you

Pri:
lady methincks yor brow is now bent wt h frownes

Arm:
if not for my sake, yett for my childs sake pitty mee

Pri
pray doe for sure there can bee none my fathers wife
but shee whoe is my mother

Car:
what first tempted
yor blood to that impession wc h stampd on you
the seale of theis deepe sorrows

Arm:
kingly periuries
contracted falshood, theres a true bond drawne
betwene the kinge & mee in a faire letter
& tis inrolld in yonder court, by tyme
never to bee rac'd out.

Car:
Cursd bee the hand
(should heere the writinge lye) would crosse one lyne out
I am so far from vexinge you I'le rather
spin out a widdow hood in streacht miseries
then play the royall theefe & steale from you
whats yours, a kings embraces and name of Queene
'twas never neare my thought

Pri:
whie la you mother this lady is a good woman

Car:
to Cleire yor doubts, behold this verie letter
I now [as] was writinge, was directed lady
to yor owne hands, pray read it

Arm:
excellent goodnes

Car:
sweete prince, oh that thie father on thie cheekes
would read the story of a hopefull yssue
hee cannot bee so cruell in the view
of himselfe heere, but to the world make knowne
that ruininge thie life hee shakes his owne

Prin:
I would my father weare so good a man
as you are a woman madam; if hee bee not
'twilbee the worse for mee

Car:
deere soule a guard of angells will waite on thee

Pri:
will they trulie, when shall I see them pray

Car:
when thou shalt neede them
you haue pervsd my letter

Arm:
I haue & am astonisht, you lock this secret
wt hin a Chest of Adamant

Car:
wt h it lock this; see the kings hand wc h [im] him self snatcht away
I putt agen in yours

Arm:
this brings new life, & all that life I trust you wt h

Car:
then wt h yor leaue
my purpose is to entertaine the kinge
wt h all the fulnes of his hopes, nay vrge him
to speede the hight of his desires, bee instant
to haue him Crowne mee Queene, but lett mee dye
in name, dye in my comforts, in the thoughts
of all that honor virtue, if my plotts
ayme farder then yor peace, & to awake
the kinge out of this dreame

Pri:
y'are a braue lady; I may bee a kinge one daie & then

Arm:
ought but my prayers
I haue not left to thanck you

Pri:
yes & myne too

Arm:
I can shew to you other wheeles sett goinge
whose motion the king dreames not of

Car:
tis happie, shall I direct you

Arm:
gladlie

Car:
ere wee then ∥te
weel ioyne or Councells by what art wee can
to turne a greate kinge, to a greate good man— Exeunt