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Arch
now's plaine old Tom ins trew garb Indeed
a statsman still, tho but a wooden one
I have more fellows, this parkes my Comon wealth
thes trees poore subiects, ore whome I domineere
& playe the prorex. Cherish Hopefull plants
but vseles dew boughes, Varletties that grow prowd
I cut off as offendors for the fyer.
but Leaveing him & them, cut downe some boughes
to build thy Leavy pallace, men never care
wt we have beene but looke at wt we are.

Enter Varl: & Gerard. vizarded.
Varl.
Ambushe he comes. His traine has all forsooke [hym],
& lost hym in the chase, Anarmd and single

Enter Prorex
Pro.
An ambushe in my Way Wt would yow villaines

Ger.
be wt thow calst vs villaines & ha thy blood.

Pro.
my Blood traytors? why am Britains king Arc. wt thonders that

Varl.
but wele vntitle yow & Crowne a Man More worthy
old Archibald

Arch
The king in danger? & my Name questiond?
Have amongst yow traitors—Beat Em off

Pro:
gramercy Wood man—a stout Downe-right fellowe
thow camst in tyme, but Ile soone send the rescue

wind yor Horne

(Marginal note)

Enter Conon. Deuon, Elidure—other
Conō
Tis the kings Horne, How fares yor mat i e
we feard some danger

Pro:

Ext. Deuon & others: Enter vxor. filius.
fili:
oh good my lord, my father Lovd yow well,
—ronns to Conon & Kneles
had (yow like him) byn thus disgracd & throwne
out vnto scandall, he would ha spoake for yow—

Conon
—for him I dare not tho.

Pro.
the busyness there

Conon.
the wife & sonne of Archiballd

fili:
plaine Archiballd. he had a title once, eminent as thyne owne.

Pro:
peace Malapert yow lye.

fil:
Lye. Ile swere thow ner wert solyor wt ere thow art by that word. give a trew
gent. the lye? so much I am tho but a litle one, my Loyal father—

Pro:
thy traitor father. tis aparant Conon,
the villaines threatned to vntitle me
& crowne old Archib: ther king

fil.
my father king? oh that I were a man for there sakes—
Ide ha the combat on him durst but think soe.

Enter Deuon wt h Archib. bleeding
Pro.
A cradle champeon? now ha yow found the woodma.
father Ile call hym, for he gave me life.

Deu.
this good old man we found vnder a noake
bleeding & fainte,

Pro.
go beare him to a surgions
those wounds are myne, the blood he looses, myne
wt. care & cost yow wood bestow on me
had I those [wounds] Hurts [yow w] confer on him—for they
& death hym selfe came Armd gainst me—

Arch.
bleede still, let me be ever wounded, allwayes bleeding
to heare such musick.

vxor.
My husband

ōes:
Archiballd

fili:
my deare Lord & father? wt saye now my leige? whose the Lyer
now? whose the false traitor now, my Loyall fathers hand
have savd yor life.

Pro.
shall I be still out Honourd by this Britaine

Conon
—should Iove dart thonder. I cann hold no Longer,
has done the part my Leige of a bold—

Pro
traytor—

oes
traytor?

Pro.
yes traitor, bold and dangerous

Conon.
wt lookest at boye

fili:
to see whither the king has got two tongues or noe, for one of em,
sayd even now he savd hym from traitors; how dars the tother be so

Conon
my leige our Lands, our Honor s, & our lives

sawcy then to call him trayter

shalbe [all] come bownd, & pawnd for his allegeance,

fil:
It shall not need, my Lord, take myne for all,
twas ner yet knowne an Archiballd was false

Pro.
At yor Intreaties—how now the Hasty news.—

Deuon
Hasty Ile sweare, the horse that brought the messenger is falne
downe dead, the man lives, but scarcely Breathes.

Pro.
It seemes then tis materiall, from whome, & whence?

mess.
ffrom Rome I think, read quickly good my leige, A tyrde gentlema
put that into my hand & a halter about my Neck, & chagd me
spur for life & so I have done, Ile take my death ont

Pro.
Read.

Con.
mayt please yow take old Archiballd to favor.

Pro.
we had such a purpose.
but now our mynde is changd, we shall not vse
his service nor yor s Longe, let Geraldine
be sent for to the court. trust not the Barrons—
I long to heare his reason, send for Varletti too—

Con.
that letter troubles him—

filius.
wood he had Broake his neck that brought it

Pro.
take away that traitor

vxor.
yor grace was pleasd to call him other wise

fili.
He had [had as litle] vice as he has grace by this tyme & that I think had byn litle Inogh if
[he had not found hym otherwise]

Pro
Riffle his castle, cease his plate and Iewells
& turne his Lasy famely a begginge

fil.
How lasy famely: tis more Industrious then thy Romane
slaughter howse, & thy Augeons stable far better governd too.

Pro.
the yong cub bites to, but wele breake his fangs,
go take that boy & place him in the kitchin wt h the black guard

fil.
in the cole hole & yow will, I can Bless my freinds & curse
myne Enemyes there, aswell & wt h asmuch devotion, as thow
saist thy prayers in Iupiters chappell.

Pro.
A waye wt h Hym—his wife place in the Lawndrye.

vx.
een where yow please

Pro.
go chaine him to a mill
put out his eyes, or blind fold like a horse,
there let him grinde, stint him vnto his taske
& if he loose one mynut let the whipp
[make him gaine two fort]

[filii.
whip: whip thy doggs: whip thy pesants & fawneing Parasites, my father]
is a better gentleman & nobler borne, then the prowdest Ro: of yw all]

[Pro.
yow know our plesure quick dispose of em,]

[1. gard
come madam to the Laundry.]

[2 gard
to the kitchin sr a. & se we ha good Brewess to breakfast.]

[fili:
As boileing lead & ratsbane can make yow. Let me se yw there]
& for my fathers sake, Ile giue yw a cast off myne office]
a Ladle full of scalding brothe to liquor boots wt h. at any tyme.]

[Pro.
And now my Lords, mownt & a way to court]
heares a mandamus chides vs from our sport

Ext