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Enter Maryanus Varletti. Lords.—
fflorishe
Pro:
Attend wt hout, our conference must be private)
oh my Varletti Iewell of my soule
I want apt language for expression
thart myne soe much above my selfe, that like
a covetous Landlord, I could thrust my life
out of myne owne fee symple, & become
Tenant [to that of]/[at will to] thine, it is so pleasant
& comely Built

Varl.

A homely Cottage myne, & as slutishlie kept in troth my Lord.
onely I trym it vp somwt. the handsomer I confess, be cause it
pleases yor highnes now & then to Lodge yor pri{nc}ely affectionns
& kingly Love int.

Pro.
both lod ge & live int my Varletti wood
the surly Baronns

Varl.
Barrons! Bakon eaters?
feare yow there mallice? are not yow a Romaine
placd by great Cesar Prorex over Britaine
& shall yor hart wishe for a happines
& yow not reach it

Pro.
It should not my Varletti
nor shall it Long if Archibald were come once

Varl.

who: the kersy Lord, the lynsy wollsy gentlem the yeomanly
Barron, The bottome of Browne thred—the

Pro.
Title hym how thow wilt, that bells well cast
& tho plaine mettaile has a silver sound
(Enter Archibald
But no more words he comes. how now my Lord

Archib

Lord a Lead, call me old Tom: plaine home spon Archibald,
thats title high Inough for my minde, & sutable Inough to
my manners, for my contry Bred me, myne owne shepe
clothe me, & myne owne beefe feeds me; I eat good Iannck &
drinke strong Barly brothe, homely yowle say but I finde it
wholesome, Cesar has none [so good]. like it. yor ffrenche
grape & spanishe [wine]/[Berrye] comes not in my gutts, to wrangle
& beget advlterate quarrells in my Braine, to set whole
states, & kingdomes togither by the Ears, no Ile none of that
ahem; I am sownd at hart too: And wt neede have I of
yor Indean druggs & Arabean spices & gums to make a
hotch potch on my mawe, & beget a neast of neopolitane
surffeits in my stomach, & then spend more of a ffoolish phisitian
to cast em vp, then I did of my knaveish Cooke to cram 'em downe.
besides a blade or two of Saffron & a sponefull of british
Honye is Phisick worth twenty of em,

Varl.
yave showne sufficient reason ffor yor dyet
but why so plaine

Arch

mary my Lord because I wonnot were oakes of my Back (as too
many doe,) & let my parkes go naked. Besides I cannot roast
my Beefe in Harvest, nor warme my workmen & Tenants
at x̄pmass, wt h a few silken shredds: no let my Woods growe
& make Leavy Tentes to howse my dere in, theile make a better
showe there, then ether of my Back or in the mercers shop booke.
poore widowes too, & orphanes may have some comfort of the windfalls
& brushy vnder woods, for thats all there vailes.

Pro.
good president for Howskepers to write by
but to our Business, How do the surly Barrons
brooke the affront done to the Earle of clare

Arch.
how they Brooke it I know not, but that he has tane his death
vpont I am too sure on,

Pro
The old man dead? Lillyes & Roses spring
about his grave, How do the comons take it

Archib.

as strong men do phisick all cropsick vpont, it stickes vpon the walls
of there stomaches. & wnnot disgest. tas poisend there allegance
& breakes out in pimples of conspiracy allready: wc h suffred to
take head will grow to an Incurable rebellyon,

Pror

rebellion

Arch.

ranck rebellion. I am plaine homespon Tom, not a thred off
fflatterye in me, theres but one Antidote to prevent it,
& that is to Banish Varletti.

Pro.

Banish Varletti

Arch

yes, restore there Antient priveledges & customes, they have
sworne to pluck the out of thy throane ellse, I am plaine Tom
& thow knowst I cannot desemble,

Varl.
thats somwt. strange tho. Being the devills Oracle

Pro.
Audatious traitors, yet I wrong 'em too
they are trewly noble, I tell the Archibold
(for I presume my secretts safe in the)
wood but these Barrons Bend to me, [a] in favour
of my dere freind Varletti here

Varl
of me?
Tanti. I scorne the [pesaunts]/[bull befe eaters].—(.scornfully.)


Pro.
my fre thoughts
have noble favours to bestow on em—

Arch.

I am glad I know't. hees a conng Angler tho, And Ile play a
litle Longer wt h the baite, er I swallow the hooke by his Leave, If
as yow say to make 'em yours be the point yow saile to: yow
change yr compass, & stere an other course, for tho (being chaste)
they are feirce & Indomitable as Lyons. fayre Language And
Intreats will make em tractable as Lambes.

Varl.
your only way is to peticion em by treaty of pacification—tractable


Pro.
Intreat! shame take me then? Intreat my slaves.
no if they scorne to knele vnto my Love
Ile make em swym vnto my hate in blood

Arch.

why thats there Sumū bonū. they are like the Cimbrelins—never
in there owne Element till they fight in blood, & like them they
paint there Bodyes full of artificeall wounds, to show the foe
they delight & take a pride in naturall ones, but se the

names of the Arch-conspirators.

Pro.
Conon, Elidure, Devon, Tom Archibald.
et tu Brute art thow amongst em too.

Arch.
who I: a prime man, I must seeme so at least, how should
I steale away there secretts else, but the hart my Lord, the
harts sownd & so long

Pro
thow art so Iust «t»were synn but to suspect the

Varl
I like thy pollicy in this well, contynew it, seeme as arant
a knave as the rankest traitor of em all.

cavill at and «r.»quister govrmt

(Interlined note)

to draw them on—

Arch.

Varl.
that will show well,

Arch.
As I will handle it, but yor. honor. must pardon me if I be
somwt saw cy wt h yow.

Varl.
wt h me thow canst not, call me (sicophant) pesantly vpstart

Arch.
ffoole, fidler

Varl.

Any—anything to drawe them on, & doost here, when there splenes
are swolne to [is «in»] the full height of bitternes. be sure to have a strong gard ready.

Arch.
to hale em to the block

Varl.
thow [apprehendst me]/[hitst my conceit of the head] most swetely—a trusty guard

Arch.
I shall, sr. & be captaine of it too,
looke toot old Tom, thast two menns workes to doe
the traytors & the trew mans.—

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Varl:
worke it off cleanly—

thult get credit byte

(Interlined note)

I must Be banisht then

Pro.
yes, thus & thus
give me thy cloake take thow my Robe of state
& for thy hat were my Imperiall Crowne
Send in the surly Lords, synce they repine
fill [thow my]/[Cesars] chaire, [my]/[his] Conquests call all are thine

Enter. Conon. Elidure, Deuon, Archibald.
Varl.
How prowd they looke

Pro:
Now over dareing Lords.
wheres all yor reverence?

Conon
Heare in our Loyall harts
not in our hatts [& knees] like Romaine sicophants

Pro
not to yor king

Deuon.
yes weed vaile thus to Cesar
for the, thow'rt but his Image at the most
& Britaines scorne to wor ship Images—

Conon.
How Cesars Image! thow art not so good
thast given away thy title Lent out thy Crowne
To a mock king [to] hele goe a feasting wt h.

Pro
to that mock king then I will make yow kneele

Arch.
Knele oh monstrous Idolatrye, do but marke me now my Lord)
knele to a Calfe wt h a white face? a gilded Citterne head, he
Lookes for all the world like a Babyes face painted of the
Butt end af a Bandora; do I touch the trew string or no sir?

Varl.
thow doest it passing well, somwt too modestly—

Arch:
let me alone Ile mend that falt I warant yw

Pro.
suppose him baser, then yor splens can make him,
hees noble tho, & rarely quallifyed.

Arch.
oh admirably quallifyed, can tune a Citterne perhaps.
a paire of virginalls. this will set the Iacke goeing or nothing

Conon.
And in the Honor of his new stolne office, the champio will breke

Arch.
did I not tell yow? Breake? breake wt. not a staff I hope

Conon.
a staff, a stick a warlike ffidle stick

Pro.
can my Varletti brooke thes scornes wt h sylence.

Varl.
yes sr. wt h sylence, a wise man canot give
a foole a better answeare

Arch.
foole, thers a favour for yow Conon,

Varl:
& yet, my lord to showe
I am sencible, (tho careless) of there envye
I will vouch safe a slite rebuke vpon em,
Bean-chaweing Barrons home to yor contry farms—
dispute the price of Beans & buttermilk
& cast vp by yor flaile Arithmetick
how many Barly sheves will cram a barne
& medle not wt h musick tis an Art
too much above yor swineish Intellects

Conon.
swine Germaine Boore fatted wt h british mast
compare wt h peeres go fum the tother Testerne
out of a ffarmers windowe, sol fa me that now.

Pro
oreweeing Lords, How dare yow if trew subiects
abvse our freind

Conon.
how darst thow if a kinge
Abvse & wrong those that wood be trew subiects,
for a squeaking Hoboye a base Organ-pipe

Deu.
nay more how darst thow being Cesars prorex
lend out his Honor s. Lease his royaltye,

Elid.
monopolize his Titles vnto pesants

Conon.
spruze Iack a dandyes, but be cownselled
Loozen the raine of Iron oppression,

Deu.
vse the swith—gently & forbeare the spurr

Elid.
shake off that viper

Arch
Throw that venemous toad to his native cradle the dunghill, &
wele lay our harts vnder our knees to do the service

ōes
If not

Pro.
aguard

ōes
A guard for whome

Conō
ha yow a mynd to se yr goodly Iewell dangle in the [eare of the] gallows [eare]

Pro.
yourselves base traitor s. know yw these names.

Conō
wt synon has Betraid vs? the names are ours.

Pro.
do yow not Blushe to owne e'm?

Arch.
not: nor to make good the oath belongs vnto e'm—

Varl.
well acted Archibald, & thats to kill a kinge

Conon
no but pluck a pesant out of a kings Armes or him out of his chair{e}

Pro.
whats that but capitall treson,

Arch.
calt wt yow will, & takt how yw please, cut of our heads yow maye
& if yow doe we care not, we yeild em ffor feit & deserve to dy for
haveing a traitor amongst. tyme will vnmask hym,

Varl
not in hast, if thow kepest thyne owne counsell [the old fellow]/[he] does it the best

Pro.
& puts it off the cleanlyest. Bold conspirators
resolute Catelines—theres no contending wt h em—

Arch
I told yr grace wt. metaile they were mad of

Pro.
Thow didst: & this there resolution wakens
our slumbering corage, Marianus Blushe
& be a shamd, to be out done in Honor
yowle not Imbrace Varletti

ōes
Romaine never

Pro.
we scorne to aske it twice. And now to showe
a Romaine Prorex one that have displaid
Cesars spread Eagle over halfe the world
disdaines a Crew of British muteeners
yor fforfeit lifes we throw yow back againe
to let yow know we scorne to wound a lyon
an other man has chazd into the toile
the game we kill, wele hunt our self—
& make the stowtest Hart in the English pale pay blody ters for ransome

Arch
He never spoake the Romaine tongue till now

Pro.
Home to yor factionns, let yor ratlin̄g droms,
a maze the Aire wt h thonder, press yor Tenants
and raise an Army all of Archibalds

Varl.
& hes a tough old blade I warrant him

Pro.
worthy yor names & Marianus Anger
here stands the [price]/[dere] yow [throw]/[aime] at, [wyn]/[shoote] him faire,

& hees yor owne

(Marginal note)

Varl.
But afore that yowle se me—

hyde head horns & all to choke y[OMITTED]

(Marginal note)

wave Cesars dread full Eagle in the feild
wt h my fate in her Tallents, teare it thence
& wt h it tread my titles into dust
& my wingd soule shall bere yor names to Heaven,
& file em mongst the worthyes.

Pro.
thow wordst it well Varl«e»ti

Varl.
Ile sword it better if it comes [once] to Action, onces

Pro.
The day of Bataile

ōs Barons.
vpon ffryday next

Pro. Var.
write it in British Blood

Florish
oes Bar
in Romaine text

Ext.