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Actus Quintus
Scæna prima.
Enter Katherine, and Iane, in riding suits, with one servant.Kath:
It is decreede; and wee must yeeld to fate,
Whose angry Iustice though it threaten ruine,
Contempt, and povertie, is all but tryall
Of a weake womans constancie in suffering.
Here in a strangers, and an enemies Land
Forsaken, and vnfurnisht of all hopes,
(But such as waite on miserie,) I range
To meete affliction where so ere I treade.
My trayne, and pompe of servants, is reduc't
To one kinde Gentlewoman, and this groome.
Sweet Iane, now whither must wee?
Iane.
To your Shippes
Deare Lady: and turne home.
Kath:
Home! I haue none.
Flie thou to Scotland, thou hast friends will weepe
For joy to bid thee welcome; but ô Iane
My Iane, my friends are desperate of comfort
As I must be of them; the common charitie,
Good peoples almes, and prayers of the gentle
Is the revenue must support my state.
As for my natiue Countrey, since it once
Saw me a Princesse in the height of greatnesse
My birth allow'd me; here I make a vow,
Scotland shall never see me, being fallen
Or lessened in my fortunes. Never Iane;
Never to Scotland more will I returne.
Could I be Englands Queene (a glory Iane
I never fawn'd on) yet the King who gaue me,
Hath sent me with my husband from his presence:
Deliver'd vs suspected to his Nation:
Renderd vs spectacles to time, and pittie.
And is it fit I should returne to such
As onely listen after our descent
From happinesse enjoyd, to misery
Alas, why do'st thou weepe? and that poore creature,
Wipe his wett cheekes too? let me feele alone
Extremities, who know to giue them harbour:
Nor thou, nor he, ha's cause. You may liue safely.
Iane.
There is no safetie whiles your dangers (Madam)
Are every way apparent.
Servant.
Pardon Ladie;
I cannot choose but shew my honest heart;
You were ever my good Ladie.
Kath:
O deare soules!
Your shares in griefe are too too much.
Enter Daliell.
Daliell.
I bring
(Fayre Princesse) newes of further sadnesse yet,
Then your sweet youth, hath beene acquainted with.
Kath:
Not more (my Lord) then I can welcome; speake it;
The worst, the worst, I looke for.
Dal.
All the Cornish,
At Exceter, were by the Citizens
Repulst, encountred by the Earle of Devonshire
And other worthy Gentlemen of the Countrey.
Your husband marcht to Taunton, and was there
Affronted by King Henries Chamberlayne.
The King himselfe in person, with his Armie
Advancing neerer, to renew the fight
On all occasions. But the night before
The battayles were to joyne, your husband privately
Accompanied with some few horse, departed
From out the campe, and posted none knowes whither.
Kath:
Fled without battayle given?
Dal:
Fled, but follow'd
By Dawbney, all his parties left to taste
King Henries mercie, for to that they yeelded;
Victorious without bloudshed.
Kath:
O my sorrowes!
If both our liues had prou'd the sacrifice
To Henries tyrannie, wee had fallen like Princes,
And rob'd him, of the glory of his pride.
Dal:
Impute it not to faintnesse, or to weakenesse
Of noble courage Ladie, but foresight:
For by some secret friend he had intelligence
Worse yet remaines vntold.
Kath:
No, no, it cannot.
Daliell.
I feare y'are betray'd. The Earle of Oxford
Runnes hot in your pursuite.
Kath:
A' shall not neede,
Weele runne as hot in resolution, gladly
To make the Earle our Iaylor.
Iane.
Madam, Madam, they come, they come!
Enter Oxford, with followers.
Daliell.
Keepe backe, or he who dares
Rudely to violate the Law of honor,
Runnes on my sword.
Kath:
Most noble Sir, forbeare!
What reason drawes you hither (Gentlemen!)
Whom seeke 'ee?
Oxf:
All stand off; with favour Ladie
From Henry, Englands King, I would present,
Vnto the beauteous Princesse, Katherine Gourdon,
The tender of a gracious entertainment.
Kath:
Wee are that Princesse, whom your maister King
Pursues with reaching armes, to draw into
His power: let him vse his tyrannie,
Wee shall not bee his Subjects.
Oxf:
My Commission, extends no further (excellentest Ladie)
Then to a service; 'tis King Henries pleasure,
That you, and all, that haue relation t'ee,
Be guarded as becomes your birth, and greatnesse.
For rest assur'd (sweet Princesse) that not ought
Of what you doe call yours, shall finde disturbance,
Or any welcome other, then what suits
Your high condition.
Kath:
By what title (Sir)
May I acknowledge you?
Oxf:
Your servant (Ladie)
Descended from the Line of Oxfords Earles,
Inherits what his auncestors before him
Were owners of.
Kath:
Your King is herein royall,
That by a Peere so auncient in desert
As well as bloud, commands Vs to his presence.
Oxf:
Invites 'ee, Princesse not commands.
Kath:
Pray vse
Your owne phrase as you list; to your protection
Both I, and mine submit.
Oxf:
There's in your number
To him the King my Maister bad mee say
How willingly he courts his friendship. Far
From an enforcement, more then what in tearmes
Of courtesie, so great a Prince may hope for.
Daliell.
My name is Daliell.
Oxf:
'Tis a name, hath wonne
Both thankes, and wonder, from report; (my Lord)
The Court of England emulates your meritt,
And covetts to embrace 'ee.
Daliell.
I must waite on
The Princesse in her fortunes.
Oxf:
Will you please,
(Great Ladie) to set forward?
Kath:
Being driven
By fate, it were in vaine to striue with Heaven.
Exeunt omnes.
Enter King Henry, Surrey, Vrswicke, and a guard of Souldiers.
K: H:
The Counterfeit King Perkin is escap'd,
Escape, so let him; he is heg'd too fast
Within the Circuite of our English pale,
To steale out of our Ports, or leape the walls
Which guarde our Land; the Seas are rough, and wider
Then his weake armes can tugge with; Surrey henceforth
Your King may raigne in quiet: turmoyles past
Like some vnquiet dreame, haue rather busied
Our fansie, then affrighted rest of State.
But Surrey, why in articling a peace
With Iames of Scotland, was not restitution
Of Losses, which our Subjects did sustaine
By the Scotch inrodes, questioned?
Sur:
Both demanded
And vrg'd (my Lord,) to which the King reply'd
In modest merriment, but smiling earnest,
How that our Master Henrie was much abler
To beare the detriments, then he repay them.
K: H:
The young man I beleeue spake honest truth,
'A studies to be wise betimes. Ha's Vrswicke,
Sir Rice ap Thomas, and Lord Brooke our Steward,
Return'd the westerne Gentlemen full thankes,
From Vs, for their try'd Loyalties?
Sur:
They haue:
Which as if health and life had raign'd amongst eem',
K: H:
Young Buckingham is a fayre natur'd Prince,
Louely in hopes, and northie of his Father:
Attended by an hundred Knights and Squires,
Of speciall name, he tendred humble service,
Which wee must n'ere forget: and Devonshires wounds
Though sleight, shall find sound cure, in our respect.
Enter Dawbney, with Warbeck, Heron, Iohn a Water, Astley, Sketon.
Dawb:
Life to the King, and safetie fixe his throne:
I here present you (royall Sir) a shadowe
Of Majestie, but in effect a substance
Of pittie; a young man, in nothing growne
To ripenesse, but th'ambition of your mercie:
Perkin the Christian worlds strange wonder.
K: H:
Dawbney, Wee obserue no wonder; I behold (tis true)
An ornament of nature, fine, and pollisht,
A handsome youth indeede, but not admire him.
How came he to thy hands?
Dawb:
From Sanctuarie
At Beweley, neere Southhampton, registred
With these few followers, for persons priviledg'd.
K: H:
I must not thanke you Sir! you were too blame
To infringe the Libertie of houses sacred:
Dare wee be irreligious?
Dawb:
Gracious Lord,
They voluntarily resign'd themselues,
Without compulsion.
K: H:
So? 'twas very well,
T'was very very well—turne now thine eyes
(Young man) vpon thy selfe, and thy past actions!
What revells in combustion through our Kingdome,
A frenzie of aspiring youth hath daunc'd,
Till wanting breath, thy feete of pride haue slipt
To breake thy necke.
Warb:
But not my heart; my heart
Will mount, till every drop of bloud be frozen
By deaths perpetuall Winter: If the Sunne
Of Maiestie be darkned, let the Sunne
Of Life be hid from mee, in an eclipse:
There was a shooting in of light, when Richmond
(Not ayming at a crowne) retyr'd, and gladly,
For comfort, to the Duke of Britaines Court.
Richard who swayed the Scepter, was reputed
A tyrant then; yet then, a dawning glimmer'd
To some few wandring remnants, promising day
When first they ventur'd, on a frightfull shore,
At Milford Haven.
Dawb:
Whither speeds his boldnesse?
Checke his rude tongue (great Sir!)
K: H:
O let him range:
The player's on the stage still, 'tis his part;
A' does but act: what followed?
Warb:
Bosworth feild:
Where at an instant, to the worlds amazement,
A morne to Richmond, and a night to Richard
Appear'd at once: the tale is soone applyde:
Fate which crown'd these attempts when lest assur'd,
Might haue befriended others, like resolv'd.
K: H:
A prettie gallant! thus, your Aunt of Burgundie,
Your Dutchesse Aunt enform'd her Nephew; so
The lesson prompted, and well conn'd, was moulded
Into familiar Dialogue, oft rehearsed,
Till learnt by heart, 'tis now, receiv'd for truth.
Warb:
Truth in her pure simplicitie wants art
To put a fayned blush on: scorne weares onely
Such fashion, as commends to gazers eyes
Sad vlcerated Noveltie; farre beneath
The spheare of Maiestie: in such a Court,
Wisedome, and gravitie, are proper robes,
By which the Soveraigne is best distinguisht',
From Zanyes to his Greatnesse.
K: H:
Sirra, shift
Your anticke Pageantrie, and now appeare
In your owne nature, or y'oule taste the daunger
Of fooling out of season.
Warb:
I expect
No lesse, then what severitie calls Iustice,
And Polititians, safetie; let such begge,
As feed on almes: but if there can be mercie
In a protested enemie, then may it
To th'bettering of their fortunes, haue incur'd
A losse of all; to them, if any charitie
Flowe from some noble Orator, in death
I owe the fee of thankfulnesse.
K: H:
So braue!
What a bold knaue is this? which of these Rebells
Ha's beene the Mayor of Corke?
Dawb:
This wise formalitie:
Kneele to the King 'ee Rascalls!
K: H:
Canst thou hope,
A Pardon, where thy guilt is so apparant?
Mayor.
Vnder your good favours, as men, are men, they may
erre: for I confesse, respectiuely, in taking great parts, the one
side prevailing, the other side must goe downe: herein the poynt
is cleere, if the proverbe hold, that hanging goes by destinie, that it
is to little purpose to say, this thing, or that, shall be thus, or thus;
for as the fates will haue it, so it must be, and who can helpe it.
Dawb:
O block-head! thou a privie Counseller?
Begg life, and cry aloude, Heaven saue King Henrie.
Mayor.
Every man knowes what is best, as it happens: for my
owne part, I beleeue it is true, if I be not deceived, that Kings
must be Kings, and Subjects, Subjects. But which is which; you
shall pardon me for that; whether we speake or hold our peace,
all are mortall, no man knowes his end.
K: H:
Wee trifle time with follyes.
Omnes.
Mercie, mercie.
K: H:
Vrswicke, command the Dukeling, and these fellowes,
To Digby, the Lieftenant of the Tower:
With safetie let them be convay'd to London.
It is our pleasure, no vncivill outrage,
Taunts, or abuse be suffred to their persons;
They shall meete fayrer Law then they deserue.
Time may restore their wits, whom vaine ambition
Hath many yeares distracted.
Warb:
Noble thoughts
Meete freedome in captivitie; the Tower?
Our Childhoods dreadfull nursery.
K: H:
No more.
Vrs:
Come, come, you shall haue leisure to bethinke 'ee.
Exit Vrsw: with Perkin and his.
Was ever so much impudence in forgery?
The custome sure of being stil'd a King,
Hath fastend in his thought that He Is Svch.
But wee shall teach the ladd, another language;
'Tis good we haue him fast.
Dawb:
The Hangmans physicke
Will purge this saucie humor.
K: H:
Very likely:
Yet, wee could, temper mercie, with extremitie,
Being not too far provok'd.
Enter Oxford, Katherine in her richest attyre, Iane, and attendants.
Oxf:
Great Sir, be pleas'd
With your accustomed grace, to entertaine
The Princesse Katherine Gourdon.
K. H:
Oxford, herein
Wee must beshrew thy knowledge of our nature.
A Ladie of her birth and vertues, could not
Haue found Vs so vnfurnisht of good manners,
As not on notice given, to haue mett her
Halfe way in poynt of Loue. Excuse (fayre Cosen)
The oversight! ô fye, you may not kneele:
'Tis most vnfitting; first, vouchsafe this welcome;
A welcome to your owne, for you shall finde Vs
But guardian to your fortune, and your honours.
Kath:
My fortunes, and mine honors, are weake champions,
As both are now befriended (Sir!) however
Both bow before your clemencie.
K: H:
Our armes
Shall circle them from malice—'A sweete Ladie?
Beautie incomparable? Here liues Majestie
At league with Loue.
Kath:
O Sir, I haue a husband.
K: H:
Wee'le proue your father, husband, friend, and servant,
Proue what you wish to graunt vs, (Lords) be carefull
A Pattent presently be drawne, for issuing
A thousand pounds from our Exchequer yearely,
During our Cosens life: our Queene shall be
Your chiefe companion, our owne Court your Home,
Our Subjects, all your servants.
Kath:
But my husband?
By all descriptions, you are noble Daliell,
Whose generous truth hath fam'd a rare observance!
Wee thanke 'ee, 'tis a goodnesse giues addition
To every title, boasted from your Auncestrie,
In all most worthy.
Daliell.
Worthier then your prayses,
Right princely Sir, I neede not glorie in.
K: H:
Embrace him (Lords,) who ever calls you Mistresse
Is lifted in our charge,—a goodlier beautie
Mine eyes yet neere incountred.
Kath:
Cruell misery
Of fate, what rests to hope for?
K: H:
Forward Lords
To London: (fayre) ere long, I shall present 'ee
With a glad object, peace, and Hunleys blessing.
Exeunt omnes.
Enter Constable, and Officers, Warbeck, Vrswick, and Lambert Simnell, like a Falconer.
A payre of Stocks.
Const:
Make roome there, keepe off I require 'ee, and none come
within twelue foote of his Majesties new Stockes, vpon paine of
displeasure. Bring forward the Malefactors. Friend, you must to
this geere,—no remedie,—open the hole, and in with his legges,
just in the middle hole, there, that hole; keepe off, or Ile commit
you all. Shall not a man in authoritie be obeyed? So, so, there,
'tis as it should be: put on the padlocke, and giue me the key;
off I say, keepe off.
Vrsw:
Yet Warbecke cleere thy Conscience, thou hast tasted
King Henries mercie liberallie; the Law
Ha's forfeited thy life, an equall Iurie
Haue doom'd thee to the Gallowes; twise, most wickedly,
Most desperately hast thou escapt the Tower:
Inveigling to thy partie with thy witch-craft,
Young Edward, Earle of Warwicke, sonne to Clarence;
Whose head must pay the price of that attempt;
Poore Gentleman—vnhappie in his fate—
And ruin'd by thy cunning! so a Mungrell
May plucke the true Stagge downe: yet, yet, confesse
Thy parentage; for yet the King ha's mercy.
You would be Dicke the fourth, very likely!
Your pedigree is publisht, you are knowne
For Osbecks sonne of Turney, a loose runnagate,
A Landloper: your Father was a Iewe,
Turn'd Christian meerely to repayre his miseries.
Wheres now your Kingship?
Warb:
Bayted to my death?
Intollerable crueltie! I laugh at
The Duke of Richmonds practise on my fortunes.
Possession of a Crowne, ne're wanted Heraulds.
Lamb:
You will not know who I am!
Vrs:
Lambert Simnell;
Your predecessor in a daungerous vproare;
But on submission, not alone receiu'd
To grace, but by the King, vouchsaft his service.
Lamb:
I would be Eare of Warwicke, toyld and ruffled
Against my Maister, leapt to catch the Moone,
Vaunted my name, Plantaginet, as you doe:
An Earle forsooth! When as in truth I was,
As you are, a meere Rascall: yet, his Majestie,
(A Prince compos'd of sweetnes! Heaven protect him)
Forgaue mee all my villanies, repriv'd
The sentence of a shamefull end, admitted
My suretie of obedience to his service;
And I am now his Falkoner, liue plenteously;
Eate from the Kings purse, and enjoy the sweetnesse
Of libertie, and favour, sleepe securely:
And is not this now better, then to buffett
The Hangmans clutches? or to brave the Cordage
Of a tough halter, which will breake your necke?
So then the Gallant totters; preethee (Perkin)
Let my example leade thee, be no longer
A Counterfeite, confesse, and hope for pardon!
Warb:
For pardon? hold my heartstrings, whiles contempt
Of injuries, in scorne, may bid defiance
To this base mans fowle language: thou poore vermin!
How darst thou creepe so neere mee? thou an Earle?
Why thou enjoyst as much of happinesse,
A dunghill was thy Cradle. So a puddle
By vertue of the Sun-beames, breathes a vapour
To infect the purer ayre, which drops againe
Into the muddie wombe that first exhal'd it.
Bread, and a slavish ease, with some assurance
From the base Beadles whipp, crownd all thy hopes.
But (Sirra) ran there in thy veynes, one dropp
Of such a royall bloud, as flowes in mine;
Thou wouldst not change condition, to be second
In Englands State without the Crowne it selfe!
Course creatures are incapable of excellence.
But let the world, as all, to whom I am
This day a spectacle, to time, deliver,
And by tradition fixe posteritie,
Without another Chronicle then truth,
How constantly, my resolution suffer'd
A martyrdome of Majestie!
Lamb:
Hees past
Recovery, a Bedlum cannot cure him.
Vrsw:
Away, enforme the King of his behaviour.
Lamb:
Perkin, beware the rope, the Hangman's comming.
Vrsw:
If yet thou hast no pittie of thy bodie,
Pittie thy soule!
Exit Simnell.
Enter Katherine, Iane, Daliell, and Oxford.
Iane.
Deare Ladie!
Oxf:
Whither will 'ee
Without respect of shame?
Kath:
Forbeare me (Sir)
And trouble not the current of my dutie!
Oh my Lov'd Lord! Can any scorne be yours,
In which I haue no interest? some kinde hand
Lend me assistance, that I may partake
Th'infliction of this pennance; my lifes deerest
Forgiue me, I haue stayd too long, from tendring
Attendance on reproach, yet bid me welcome.
Warb:
Great miracle of Constancie! my miseries,
Were never banckrout of their confidence
Report, and thy Deserts, (thou best of creatures)
Might to eternitie, haue stood a patterne
For every vertuous wife, without this conquest.
Thou hast out-done beliefe, yet, may their ruine
In after marriages, be never pittied,
To whom thy Storie, shall appeare a fable.
Why wouldst thou proue so much vnkinde to greatnesse,
To glorifie thy vowes by such a servitude?
I cannot weepe, but trust mee (Deare) my heart
Is liberall of passion; Harrie Richmond!
A womans faith, hath robd thy fame of triumph.
Oxf:
Sirra, leaue off your jugling, and tye vp
The Devill, that raunges in your tongue.
Vrs:
Thus Witches,
Possest, even their deaths deluded, say,
They haue beene wolues, and dogs, and sayld in Eggshells
Over the Sea, and rid on fierie Dragons;
Past in one ayre more then a thousand miles,
All in a night; the enemie of mankinde
Is powerfull, but falfe; and falshood confident.
Oxf:
Remember (Ladie) who you are; come from
That impudent Imposter!
Kath:
You abuse vs:
For when the holy Church-man joynd our hands,
Our Vowes were reall then; the Ceremonie
Was not in apparition, but in act.
Be what these people terme Thee, I am certaine
Thou art my husband, no Divorce in Heaven
Ha's beene sued out betweene vs; 'tis injustice
For any earthly power to devide vs
Or wee will liue, or let vs dye together.
There is a cruell mercie.
Warb:
Spight of tyrannie
Wee raigne in our affections, (blessed Woman!)
Reade in my destinie, the wracke of honour;
Poynt out in my contempt of death, to memorie
Some miserable happinesse: since, herein,
Even when I fell, I stood, enthron'd a Monarch
Fayre Angell of perfection; immortalitie
Shall rayse thy name vp to an adoration;
Court every rich opinion of true merit;
And Saint it in the Calender of vertue,
When I am turn'd into the selfe same dust
Of which I was first form'd.
Oxf:
The Lord Embassador,
Huntley, your Father (Madam) should a' looke on
Your strange subjection, in a gaze so publicke,
Would blush on your behalfe, and wish his Countrey
Vnleft, for entertainment to such sorrow.
Kath:
Why art thou angrie Oxford? I must be
More peremptorie in my dutie;—(Sir)
Impute it not vnto immodestie,
That I presume to presse you to a Legacie,
Before wee part for ever!
Warb:
Let it be then
My heart, the rich remaines, of all my fortunes.
Kath:
Confirme it with a kisse pray!
Warb:
Oh, with that
I wish to breathe my last vpon thy lippes,
Those equall twinnes of comelinesse, I seale
The testament of honourable Vowes:
Who ever be that man, that shall vnkisse
This sacred print next, may he proue more thriftie
In this worlds just applause, not more desertfull.
Kath:
By this sweet pledge of both our soules, I sweare
To dye a faithfull widdow to thy bed:
Not to be forc't, or wonne. ô, never, never.
Enter Surrey, Dawbney, Huntley, and Crawford.
Dawb:
Free the condemned person, quickly free him.
What ha's a yet confest?
Vrsw:
Nothing to purpose;
But still 'a will be King.
Surr:
Prepare your journey
To a new Kingdome then, (vnhappie Madam)
Wilfully foolish! See my Lord Embassador,
Your Ladie Daughter will not leaue the Counterfeite
In this disgrace of fate.
Hunt:
I never poynted
Enjoy thy dutie to a husband, freely:
The griefes are mine, I glorie in thy constancie;
And must not say, I wish, that I had mist
Some partage in these tryalls of a patience.
Kath:
You will forgiue me noble Sir?
Hunt:
Yes, yes;
In every dutie of a wife, and daughter,
I dare not disavow thee,—to your husband
(For such you are Sir) I impart a farewell
Of manly pittie; what your life ha's past through,
The daungers of your end will make apparant?
And I can adde, for comfort to your sufferance,
No Cordiall, but the wonder of your frailtie,
Which keepes so firme a station.—Wee are parted.
Warb:
Wee are a crowne of peace, renew thy age
Most honourable Huntley: worthie Crawford?
Wee may embrace, I never thought thee injurie.
Crawf:
Nor was I ever guiltie of neglect
Which might procure such thought. I take my leaue (Sir.)
Warb:
To you Lord Daliell: what? accept a sigh,
'Tis heartie, and in earnest.
Daliell.
I want vtterance:
My silence is my farewell.
Kath:
Oh—oh,—
Iane.
Sweet Madam,
What doe you meane!—my Lord, your hand.
Dal:
Deere Ladie,
Be pleasd that I may wayt 'ee to your lodging.
Exeunt Daliell, Katherine, Iane.
Enter Sheriffe, and Officers, Sketon, Astley, Heron, and Mayor with halters about their neckes.
Oxf:
Looke 'ee, beholde your followers, appointed
To waite on 'ee in death.
Warb:
Why Peeres of England,
Weele leade 'em on couragiously. I reade
A triumph over tyrannie vpon
Their severall foreheads. Faint not in the moment
Of Victorie! our ends, and Warwick's head,
But to his tragedie) conclude the wonder
Of Henries feares; and then the glorious race
Of foureteene Kings Plantaginetts, determines
In this last issue male, Heaven be obeyd.
Impoverish time of its amazement (friends)
And we will proue, as trustie in our payments,
As prodigall to nature in our debtes.
Death? pish, 'tis but a sound; a name of ayre;
A minutes storme; or not so much, to tumble
From bed to bed, be massacred aliue
By some Physitians, for a moneth, or two,
In hope of freedome from a Feavers torments,
Might stagger manhood; here, the paine is past
Ere sensibly 'tis felt. Be men of spirit!
Spurne coward passion! so illustrious mention,
Shall blaze our names, and stile vs Kings o're Death.
Daw:
Away-Impostor beyond president:
No Chronicle records his fellow.
Ex: all Officers and Prisoners.
Hunt:
I haue
Not thoughts left, 'tis sufficient in such cases
Iust Lawes ought to proceede.
Enter King Henry, Durham, and Hialas.
K: H:
Wee are resolv'd:
Your businesse (noble Lords) shall finde successe,
Such as your King importunes.
Hunt:
You are gracious.
K: H:
Perkin, wee are inform'd, is arm'd to dye:
In that weele honour him. Our Lords shall followe
To see the execution; and from hence
Wee gather this fit vse: that publicke States,
“As our particular bodyes, taste most good
“In health, when purged of corrupted bloud.
Exeunt omnes.
FINIS.
| The Chronicle Historie of Perkin Warbeck | |