Enter
King
Edward
,
the
Dutches
of
Yorke
,
the
Queene
,
the
Lord
Howard
,
and
sir
Thomas
Sellinger
.
Dutchesse
.
SOnne
,
I
tell
ye
you
haue
done
you
know
not
what
:
King
.
I
haue
married
a
woman
,
else
I
am
deceiued
mother
.
Dutch.
Married
a
woman
?
married
indéed
,
Here
is
a
marriage
that
befits
a
King
:
It
is
no
matudile
it
was
done
in
haste
,
Here
is
a
Bridall
and
with
hell
to
boote
,
You
haue
made
worke
?
King
.
Faith
mother
some
we
haue
indéed
,
but
ere
long
you
shall
see
vs
make
worke
for
an
heire
apparant
I
doubt
not
,
nay
,
nay
,
come-come
,
Gods
will
what
chiding
stille
Dutch.
O
God
that
ere
I
livde
to
see
this
day
.
King
.
By
my
faith
mother
,
I
hope
you
shal
see
the
night
too
,
and
in
the
morning
I
wil
be
bold
to
●ld
you
to
the
Christning
Grandmother
,
and
Godmother
to
a
Prince
of
Wales
,
tut
mother
,
tis
a
stirring
world
.
Dutch.
Haue
you
sent
Warwicke
into
France
for
this
?
King
.
No
by
my
faith
mother
I
sent
Warwicke
into
France
for
an other
,
but
this
by
chance
being
néerer
hand
,
and
comming
in
the
way
I
cannot
tell
how
,
we
concluded
,
and
now
(
as
you
see
)
are
going
about
to
get
a
young
King
.
Dutch.
But
tell
me
sonne
how
will
you
answere
this
?
Ist
possible
your
rash
vnlawfull
act
,
Should
not
bréed
mortail
hate
betwixt
the
Realmes
What
may
the
French
King
thinke
when
he
shall
heare
That
whilst
you
send
to
entreat
about
his
daughter
,
Basely
to
take
a
subiect
of
your
owne
?
What
may
the
Princesse
Bona
think
of
this
?
Our
noble
Cosin
Warwicke
that
great
Lord
,
That
Center-shaking
thunderclap
of
warre
,
That
like
a
Colum
propt
the
house
of
Yorke
:
And
boare
our
white
Rose
brauely
in
his
top
,
When
he
shall
heare
his
embassage
abusor
,
In
this
but
made
an
instrument
by
you
,
I
know
his
soule
will
blush
within
his
bosome
,
And
shame
will
sit
in
Scarlet
on
his
Brew
,
To
haue
his
honor
toucht
with
this
foule
blemish
Sonne
,
sonne
I
tell
you
that
is
done
by
you
,
Which
yet
the
child
that
is
vnborne
shall
rue
.
King
.
Tush
mother
you
are
deceiude
,
all
true
subiectes
shall
haue
cause
to
thanke
God
,
to
haue
their
King
borne
of
a
true
English
woman
,
I
tell
you
it
was
neuer
well
since
wee
imatched
with
strangers
,
so
our
children
haue
béene
still
like
Chickens
of
the
halfe
kind
but
where
the
rocke
and
the
hen
be
both
of
one
breede
,
there
is
like
to
be
birdes
of
the
game
:
heare
you
mother
,
heare
you
,
had
I
gone
to
it
by
fortune
,
I
had
made
your
sonnes
George
and
Dicke
to
haue
stoode
gaping
after
the
crowne
:
this
wench
mother
is
a
widow
,
and
hath
made
proofe
of
her
valour
,
and
for
any
thing
I
know
,
I
am
as
like
to
do
the
deed
as
John
Gray
her
husband
was
,
I
had
rather
the
people
praied
to
blesse
mine
heire
,
then
selide
me
an
heire
:
hold
your
peace
,
if
you
can
see
,
there
was
neuer
mother
had
a
to
warder
sonne
,
why
Cosin
Howard
and
Tom
Sellinger
heard
you
euer
such
a
coyle
about
a
wife
?
How.
My
soueraigne
Lord
with
patience
beare
her
splaine
Your
princely
mothers
zeale
is
like
a
riuer
,
That
from
the
free
aboundance
of
the
waters
,
Breakes
out
into
this
inundation
,
From
her
aboundant
care
this
rage
proceeds
,
O'er
swolne
with
the
extremitie
of
loue
.
Sel.
My
Lord
,
my
Lord
,
auoid
a
womans
humor
,
If
you
resist
this
tumor
of
her
will
,
Here
you
shall
haue
her
dwell
vpon
this
passion
,
Untill
she
lade
and
dull
our
eares
againe
:
Séeme
you
but
sorie
for
what
you
haue
done
,
And
straight
shéele
put
the
finger
in
the
eye
,
With
comfort
now
,
since
it
cannot
be
helpt
:
But
make
you
shew
to
iustifie
the
act
If
euer
other
language
in
her
lips
,
Then
out
vpon
it
,
it
is
abhominable
,
I
dare
be
hangde
,
Say
any
thing
it
makes
no
matter
what
,
Then
thus
be
wearied
with
a
womans
chat
.
Dutch.
I
,
I
,
you
are
the
spaniels
of
the
Court
,
And
thus
you
fawn
and
sooth
your
wanton
king
,
But
Edward
hadst
thou
prizde
thy
maiestie
,
Thou
neuer
wouldst
haue
staind
thy
princely
state
,
with
the
base
leauings
of
a
subiects
bed
:
Nor
borne
the
blemish
of
her
Bigamie
.
A
widow
,
ist
not
a
goodly
thing
?
Grayes
children
come
aske
blessing
of
the
King
.
Qu.
Nay
I
beséech
your
Grace
my
Lady
York
,
Euen
as
you
are
a
Princesse
and
a
widow
,
Thinke
not
so
meanely
of
my
widowhood
,
A
spotlesse
virgin
came
I
first
to
Gray
,
With
him
I
liude
a
true
and
faithfull
wife
:
And
since
his
hie
emperiall
maiestie
,
Hath
pleasde
to
blesse
my
poore
deiected
state
With
the
high
Soueraigne
title
of
his
Quéene
,
I
here
protest
before
the
host
of
heauen
,
I
came
as
chaste
a
widow
to
his
bed
,
As
when
a
virgin
I
to
Gray
was
wed
.
King
.
Come
,
come
haue
done
,
now
haue
you
chid
enough
,
Gods
fote
,
we
were
as
merie
ere
she
came
,
as
any
people
in
Chrstendome
,
I
with
the
mistris
,
and
these
with
the
maides
:
onely
wee
haue
no
fidlers
at
our
feast
,
but
mother
you
haue
made
a
fit
of
mirth
:
welcome
to
Grafton
mother
,
by
my
troth
you
are
euen
iust
come
as
I
wished
you
here
,
let
vs
go
to
supper
,
and
in
Charitie
giue
vs
your
blessing
ere
we
go
to
Bedde
.
Dutc.
O
Edward
,
Edward
,
flie
and
leaue
this
place
,
Wherein
poore
Gllie
King
thou
art
inchanted
,
This
is
her
dam
of
Bedfords
worke
her
mother
,
That
hath
bewitcht
thée
Edward
my
poore
childe
,
Dishonour
not
the
Princes
of
thy
land
,
To
make
the
them
kneele
with
reuerence
at
her
féete
,
That
ere
thou
dost
empale
with
soueraintie
,
They
would
haue
scorned
to
haue
looked
vpon
,
Theres
no
such
difference
twixt
the
greatest
Péere
,
And
the
poore
silliest
kitching
maide
that
liues
,
Aais
bet
wirt
thy
worthines
and
hers
.
Quee.
I
do
confesse
it
,
yet
my
Ladie
Yorke
,
My
mother
is
a
duchesse
as
you
are
,
A
Princesse
borne
,
the
Duke
of
Bedfords
wife
,
And
as
you
know
,
a
daughter
and
a
sister
,
Unto
the
royall
bloud
of
Burgundie
.
But
you
cannot
so
basely
thinke
on
me
,
As
I
do
thinke
of
these
vaine
worldly
titles
,
God
from
soule
my
sinne
as
farre
deuide
.
As
I
am
farre
from
boasting
in
this
pride
,
Selling.
Madam
,
she
is
the
mirror
of
her
kind
,
Had
she
but
so
much
spleene
as
hath
a
gnatte
,
Her
spirits
would
startle
to
abide
your
taunts
,
She
is
a
Saint
,
and
Madam
you
blaspheme
,
to
wrong
so
sweete
a
Ladie
.
Duch.
Thou
art
a
minion
and
a
flatterer
.
Sellin.
Madam
but
that
you
are
my
soueraignes
mother
,
I
would
let
you
know
you
wrong
a
Gentleman
,
Howard
.
Good
Cosin
Sellinger
haue
patience
,
Her
Graces
rage
by
too
much
violence
,
Hath
spent
it selfe
alreadie
into
aire
:
Déere
Madam
I
beseeth
you
on
my
knee
,
Tender
that
louing
kindnesse
to
the
Quéene
,
That
I
dare
sweare
she
doth
in
soule
to
you
.
Edw.
Well
said
good
Cose
,
I
pray
thee
make
them
friends
,
why
how
now
Besse
,
what
weepe
?
nay
then
ile
chide
you
:
what
sodaine
newes
comes
by
this
messenger
?
Enter
a
Messenger
.
Mes.
My
soueraigne
Lord
,
the
bastard
Falconbridge
,
Of
late
hath
stird
rebellion
in
the
South
,
Incouraging
his
forces
to
deliuer
,
King
Henrie
late
deposde
out
of
the
Towre
,
To
him
the
malcontented
commons
flocke
,
From
euerie
part
of
Sussex
,
Kent
,
and
Esier
,
His
armic
waxed
twentie
thousand
strong
.
And
as
it
is
supposde
by
circumstance
,
Meane
to
take
London
,
if
not
well
defended
.
Ed.
Well
let
this
Phaeton
that
is
mounted
thus
,
Looke
he
sit
surely
,
or
by
Englands
George
,
Ile
breake
his
necke
,
this
is
no
new
euasion
,
I
surely
thought
that
one
day
I
should
see
,
That
bastard
Falcon
take
his
wings
to
mount
,
Into
our
Eagle
airie
,
me thought
I
saw
,
Blacke
discontent
sit
euer
on
his
brow
,
And
now
I
see
I
calculated
well
,
Good
Cosin
Howard
,
and
Tom
Sellinger
,
This
night
wéele
spend
in
feast
and
iollitie
,
With
our
new
Quéene
,
and
our
beloued
mother
,
To morrow
you
shall
haue
commission
,
To
raise
vp
power
against
this
haughtie
rebell
:
Sirra
depart
not
till
you
know
our
pleasure
,
You
shall
conuey
vs
letters
backe
to
London
,
Unto
the
Maior
,
Recorder
,
and
our
friends
,
Is
supper
readie
?
come
by
my
bonnie
Besse
,
Welcome
mother
,
we
are
all
your
guests
.
Exeunt
.
Enter
Falconbridge
with
his
troupes
marching
,
Spicing
,
Smoake
,
Chub
,
and
others
.
Fal.
Hold
drumme
,
1.
Spi.
Hold
drumme
and
be
hangde
,
2.
Smoke
.
Hold
drumme
hold
,
peace
then
ho
,
silence
to
the
3
proclamation
.
1.
Spi.
You
lie
you
rogue
,
tis
to
the
Oration
,
Chub.
Nay
then
you
all
lie
,
it
is
to
the
coblication
,
Fal.
True
hearted
English
and
our
valiant
friends
,
all
.
Do
braue
generall
ifaith
.
Spi.
Peace
there
you
rogues
,
or
I
will
split
your
chaps
:
Fal.
De
are
countrimen
,
I
publikely
proclaime
,
If
any
wronged
discontented
English
,
Toucht
with
true
faeling
of
King
Hennes
wrongs
,
Henrie
the
firt
the
lawfull
King
of
England
,
Who
by
that
tyrant
Edward
the
vsurper
,
Is
held
a
wretched
prisoner
in
the
Lowre
,
If
any
man
that
faine
would
be
enfranchisde
,
From
the
sad
yoake
of
Yorkish
seruitude
,
Under
which
we
toile
like
naked
Gallislaues
,
Know
he
that
Thomas
Neuill
the
Lord
Falconbridge
:
all
.
I
&
,
a
Falconbridge
a
falconbridge
:
Spi.
Peace
ye
clamorous
rogues
,
on
General
on
with
poor
Oration
,
peace
there
,
Fal.
Pitying
King
Henries
poore
destressed
case
,
Armde
with
his
title
,
and
a
subiects
zeale
,
Takes
vp
iust
armes
against
the
house
of
Yorks
:
And
do
proclaime
our
ancient
libertie
:
all
.
Libertie
,
libertie
,
libertie
,
generall
libertie
.
Fal.
We
do
not
rise
like
Tiler
,
Cade
,
and
Straw
,
Blewbeard
,
&
other
of
that
rascall
route
,
Bascly
like
Linkers
,
or
such
muddle
slaues
,
For
mending
measures
,
or
the
price
of
corne
,
Or
for
some
common
in
the
wild
of
Kent
,
Thats
by
some
gréedie
Cormorant
inclosde
:
But
in
the
true
and
ancient
lawfull
right
,
Of
the
redoubted
house
of
Lancaster
.
Our
bloud
is
noble
,
by
our
birth
a
Neuill
,
And
by
our
lawfull
line
Lord
Falconbridge
,
Whose
here
thats
of
so
dull
a
leaden
temper
,
That
is
not
fired
with
a
Neuils
name
?
All
.
A
Neuill
,
a
Neuill
,
a
Neuill
.
Fa.
Our
quarrell
like
our selfe
is
honourable
,
The
law
our
warrant
.
Smoke
.
I
,
I
,
the
law
is
on
our
side
.
Chub.
I
,
the
law
is
in
our
own
hands
,
Spi.
Peace
you
rogues
.
Fal.
And
more
,
a
blessing
by
the
word
proposde
,
To
those
that
aide
a
true
annointed
King
,
Courage
braue
spirits
and
crie
a
Falconbridge
,
All
.
A
Falconbridge
,
a
Falconbridge
.
Fal.
We
will
be
masters
of
the
mint
our selues
,
And
set
our
owne
stampe
on
the
golden
coyne
:
Wéele
shooe
our
neighing
coursers
with
no
worse
Then
the
purest
sliuer
that
is
sold
in
Cheape
.
At
Leaden
hall
weele
sell
pearles
by
the
pecke
,
As
now
the
mealemen
vse
to
sell
their
meale
:
In
Westminster
wéele
kéep
a
solemne
court
,
And
build
it
bigger
to
receiue
our
men
,
Crie
Falconbridge
my
hearts
libertie
,
All
.
Falconbridge
and
libertie
,
&c.
Smoke
.
Peace
ye
slaues
,
or
I
will
smoke
ye
else
,
Chub.
Peace
ye
slaues
,
or
I
will
chub
your
chappes
,
but
indeede
thou
maist
well
smoke
them
,
because
thy
name
is
Smoke
.
Smoke
.
Why
sirra
,
I
hope
Smoke
the
Smith
of
Chepsted
,
is
as
good
a
man
as
Chub
the
Chandler
of
Sandwich
.
Spicing
.
Peace
ye
rogues
,
what
are
you
quarrelling
?
and
now
list
to
Captaine
Spicing
.
You
know
Cheapeside
there
are
the
Mercers
shops
,
Where
we
will
measure
veluet
by
the
pikes
:
And
Silkes
and
Sattens
by
the
streetes
whole
bredth
:
Weele
take
the
Tankards
from
the
Conduit
cockes
,
To
fill
with
Ipacras
and
drinke
carowse
.
Where
chaines
of
gold
and
plate
shall
be
as
plentie
,
As
wodden
dishes
in
the
wild
of
Kent
:
Smoake
.
Oh
brauely
said
Ned
Spicing
,
the
honestest
Lad
that
euer
punde
spice
in
a
mortar
,
now
speakes
Captaine
Smoke
.
Looke
Lads
for
from
this
hil
ye
may
discerne
,
The
louely
towne
which
we
are
marching
to
,
That
same
is
London
Lads
ye
looke
vpon
,
Raunge
all
arow
my
hearts
and
stand
at
gaze
,
As
doe
the
heards
of
Déere
at
some
strange
sight
:
Or
as
a
troupe
of
hungrie
trauellers
,
That
fire
their
eies
vpon
a
furmenty'd
feast
,
Looke
how
the
Towre
doth
tice
vs
to
come
on
,
To
take
out
Henry
the
sixt
there
prisoner
,
See
how
S.
Katherines
smokes
,
wipe
slaues
your
eies
And
whet
your
stomackes
for
the
good
mault
pies
.
Chub.
Why
then
belike
I
am
no bodie
:
roome
and
auoydance
,
for
now
speakes
Captaine
Chub
:
No
sooner
in
London
will
we
be
,
But
the
Bakers
for
you
,
the
Brewers
for
me
,
Birchin
lane
shall
sute
vs
,
the
Costermongers
fruite
vs
:
The
Poulters
send
vs
in
sowle
,
And
Butchers
meat
without
controule
:
And
euer
when
we
sup
or
dine
,
The
Vintners
freely
bring
vs
in
wine
:
If
any bodie
aske
who
shall
pay
,
Cut
off
his
head
and
send
him
away
.
This
is
Captaine
Chubs
law
whosoeuer
say
nay
.
Fal.
Brauely
resolude
,
so
march
we
forward
all
,
And
boldly
say
,
good
lucke
shall
vs
befall
.
Exeunt
.
Enter
the
Lord
Maior
,
M.
Shoare
.
M.
Iosseline
,
in
their
veluet
coates
,
and
gorgets
,
and
leading
staues
.
Ma.
This
is
well
done
,
thus
should
good
Cittizens
,
Fashion
themselues
as
well
for
warre
as
peace
:
Haue
yee
commanded
that
in
euerie
streete
,
They
hang
forth
lights
as
soone
as
night
comes
one
Say
Colin
Shoare
that
was
referd
to
you
.
Shoare
〈◊〉
haue
my
Lord
,
besides
from
euerie
hall
There
is
at
least
two
hundred
men
in
armes
.
Ma.
It
cheares
my
heart
to
heare
this
readines
,
Let
neuer
rebels
put
true
Subiects
downe
,
Come
when
they
will
,
their
welcome
shall
be
such
,
As
they
had
better
kept
them
further
off
.
But
where
is
M.
Recorder
?
his
aduise
,
Must
not
be
wanting
in
these
high
affaires
.
Sho.
About
an
houre
agoe
,
and
somewhat
more
,
I
left
him
fortifying
the
bridge
my
Lord
,
Which
done
he
purposed
to
méete
you
here
:
Ma.
A
discreet
paineful
Gentleman
he
is
,
And
we
must
all
of
vs
be
so
inclinde
:
If
we
entend
to
haue
the
Citie
safe
,
Or
looke
for
thanks
,
and
credit
with
the
King
,
I
tell
ye
maisters
,
aged
though
I
be
,
I
(
for
my
part
)
will
to
no
bed
this
night
.
Ioss.
Why
is
it
thought
the
Bastard
is
so
neare
?
Ma.
How
meane
ye
M.
Iosseline
by
neare
?
He
neither
comes
from
Italy
nor
Spaine
:
But
out
of
Kent
,
and
Essex
which
you
know
,
Are
both
so
neare
,
as
nearer
cannot
be
.
Ioss.
Nay
,
by
your
patience
good
my
Lord
a
word
,
Simple
though
I
am
,
yet
I
must
confesse
,
A
mischiefe
further
off
,
would
,
and
so
forth
,
You
know
my
meaning
,
things
not
seene
before
,
Are
,
and
so
forth
,
yet
in
good
sadnes
,
I
would
that
all
were
well
,
and
perchance
,
It
may
be
so
,
what
,
were
it
not
for
hope
,
The
heart
,
and
so
forth
,
but
to
the
matter
,
You
meane
and
purpose
,
I
,
I
,
am
sure
ye
doe
?
Ma.
Well
M.
Iosseline
,
we
are
sure
ye
mean
well
Although
somewhat
defectiue
in
your
vtterance
.
Ios.
I
,
I
,
my
Lord
Maior
,
I
am
you
know
,
Willing
readie
,
&
so
forth
,
tut
,
tut
,
for
me
,
ha
,
ha
,
My
Manston
is
at
Ham
,
and
thence
you
know
,
I
come
to
helpe
you
in
this
néedfull
time
:
When
rebels
are
so
busie
,
and
so
forth
,
What
masters
,
age
must
neuer
be
despisde
,
You
shall
find
me
my
Lord
,
still
,
and
so
forth
.
Enter
Vrswicke
the
Recorder
.
Sho.
My
Lord
,
now
here
comes
M.
Recorder
.
Re.
Good
euen
my
good
Lord
Maior
,
the
stréets
are
chainde
,
The
bridge
well
manned
&
euerie
place
preparde
,
Shall
we
now
go
together
and
consult
.
What
else
there
is
to
be
determinde
of
?
Ma.
Your
comming
M.
Recorder
was
the
thing
We
all
desired
,
therefore
let
vs
consult
,
And
now
what
say
ye
,
if
with
halfe
our
power
,
Wee
issue
forth
,
and
giue
the
rebels
fight
?
Recor.
Before
they
do
prouoke
vs
nearer
hand
There
were
no
way
to
that
,
if
all
be
pleasde
,
Whats
your
opinion
M.
Iosseline
?
Ios.
Good
sooth
my
L.
Maior
,
and
M.
Recorder
,
You
may
take
your
choice
,
but
in
my
conceit
,
Issue
if
you
will
,
or
else
stay
if
you
will
,
A
man
can
neuer
be
too
warie
and
so
forth
,
Yet
as
to
issue
will
not
be
the
worst
,
Euen
so
to
tarrie
,
wel
,
you
may
thinke
more
on't
,
But
all
is
one
,
we
shall
be
sure
to
fight
,
And
you
are
wise
enough
,
to
sée
your
time
,
I
,
I
,
a
Gods
name
.
Rec.
My
Lord
accept
his
meaning
better
then
his
counsell
.
Ma.
I
,
so
we
do
,
or
else
we
were
to
blame
,
What
if
we
stoppe
the
passage
of
the
Thames
,
With
such
prouision
as
we
haue
of
shippes
?
Recor.
Its
doubtfull
yet
my
Lord
,
whether
the
rebels
,
Purpose
that
way
to
séeke
our
detriment
,
Rather
me
séemeth
they
will
come
by
land
,
And
either
make
assault
at
London
bridge
,
Or
else
at
Algate
,
both
which
enterances
,
Were
good
they
should
be
strongly
fortified
.
Ios.
Well
said
master
Recorder
,
you
do
,
I
I
,
I
warrant
Recor.
As
for
the
other
,
the
whole
companies
Of
Mercers
,
Grocers
,
Drapers
,
and
the
rest
,
Are
drawne
together
for
their
best
defence
,
Beside
the
Towre
,
a
neighbour
to
that
place
,
As
on
the
one
side
it
will
cléere
the
riuer
,
So
on
the
other
with
their
ordenance
,
It
may
repulse
and
beate
them
from
the
gate
,
Ma.
What
noyse
is
this
?
prouide
ye
sodainely
:
A
noyse
within
.
And
euerie
man
betake
him
to
his
charge
.
Enter
a
Messenger
.
Sho.
Soft
who
is
this
,
how
now
my
friend
what
newes
?
Mes.
My
master
the
Lieutenant
of
the
Towre
,
giues
ye
to
vnderstand
,
he
hath
descride
the
armie
of
the
rebels
.
Recor.
Which
may
come
they
?
Mes.
From
Essexward
,
and
therefore
tis
his
mind
,
You
guarde
both
Algate
wel
,
and
Bishopsgate
.
Ma.
Saint
George
away
,
and
let
vs
all
resolue
,
Either
to
vanquish
this
rebellious
rout
,
Preserue
our
goods
,
our
children
and
our
wiues
,
Or
seale
our
resolution
with
our
liues
.
Exeunt
.
Enter
Falconbridge
,
Spicing
,
with
his
troupes
.
Fal.
Summon
the
Citie
,
and
commaund
our
entrance
,
Which
if
we
shall
be
stubbornly
denide
,
Our
power
shal
rush
like
thunder
through
the
walles
,
Spi.
Open
your
gates
slaues
when
I
commaund
ye
,
Spicing
beates
on
the
gates
,
and
then
enters
the
Lord
Maior
and
his
associates
with
prentises
.
Ma
Whats
he
that
beates
thus
at
the
Cittie
gates
,
Commaunding
entrance
as
he
were
a
King
?
Fa.
He
that
will
haue
releasement
for
a
King
:
I
Thomas
Neuell
the
Lord
Falconbridge
.
Spi
Ha
sirra
,
you
,
clapper
,
●che
,
bolt
,
Or
Ile
bolt
you
if
I
get
in
,
stand
you
preaching
with
a
pore
?
Ma.
We
haue
no
warrant
I
ho
.
Falconbridge
,
To
let
your
armed
troupes
into
our
Citie
,
Considering
you
haue
taken
vp
these
armes
,
Against
our
soueraigne
and
our
countries
peace
.
Fal.
I
tell
thee
Mawr
,
and
know
he
tels
thée
so
,
That
commeth
armed
in
a
Kings
defence
,
That
I
craue
entrance
in
Kings
Henries
name
,
In
right
of
the
true
line
of
Lancaster
,
Me thinks
that
word
spoke
from
a
Nevils
mouth
Should
like
an
earthquake
rend
your
chained
gates
,
And
teare
in
péeces
your
portculleises
,
I
thunder
it
againe
into
you
eares
,
You
stout
and
braue
couragious
Londoners
,
In
Henries
name
I
craue
my
entrance
in
.
R.
Should
Henries
name
commaund
thee
entrance
here
We
should
denie
alleageance
unto
Edward
,
Whose
true
and
faithfull
subiects
we
are
sworne
,
And
in
whose
presence
is
our
sword
vp
borne
.
Fal.
I
tell
thee
traitor
then
thou
bearst
thy
sword
Against
thy
true
vndoubted
King
.
Sho.
Nay
then
I
tell
thee
bastard
Falconbridge
,
My
Lord
Maior
beares
his
sword
in
his
defence
,
That
put
the
sword
into
the
armes
of
London
,
Made
the
Lord
Maiors
for
euer
after
Knights
,
Richard
,
deposde
...
Henrie
Bollingbrooke
,
From
whom
the
house
of
Yorke
doth
claime
their
right
.
Fal.
Whats
he
that
answeres
vs
thus
saucilie
Smo.
Sirra
your
name
,
that
we
may
know
ye
hereafter
,
Sho.
My
name
is
Shoare
,
a
Goldsmith
by
my
trade
,
Fal.
What
not
that
Shoare
that
hath
the
daintie
wife
,
Shoares
wife
,
the
flowre
of
London
for
her
beautie
.
Sho.
Yes
rebell
euen
the
verie
same
.
Spi.
Runne
rascall
and
fetch
thy
wife
to
our
Generall
presently
,
or
else
all
the
Gold
in
Cheapside
cannot
ransome
her
:
wilt
thou
not
stirre
when
I
bid
thee
.
Fal.
Shoare
listen
me
,
thy
wise
is
mine
thats
flat
,
This
night
in
thine
owne
house
shée
sleepes
with
mee
,
Now
Crosebie
Lord
Maior
shall
we
enter
in
?
Ma.
Crosebie
the
Lord
Maior
tels
thée
proud
rebell
no
.
Fal.
No
Croseby
shall
I
not
:
then
doating
Lord
,
I
cramme
the
name
of
rebell
down
thy
throat
,
Theres
not
the
poorest
rascall
of
my
campe
,
But
if
he
chance
to
meete
thee
in
Cheapside
Upon
thy
footcloath
,
he
shall
make
thee
light
,
And
hold
his
stirrop
while
he
mount
thy
horse
,
Then
lackie
him
which
way
he
please
to
goe
,
Crosebie
lle
make
the
Citizens
be
glad
,
To
send
thee
and
the
Aldermen
thy
brethren
,
All
manicled
,
and
chainde
like
Gally
slaues
,
To
ransome
them
,
and
to
redéeme
the
Citie
.
M.
Nay
then
proud
rebel
,
pause
&
heare
me
speak
,
Theres
not
the
poorest
and
meanest
Citizen
,
That
is
a
faithfull
subiect
to
the
King
.
But
in
despight
of
thy
rebellious
route
,
Shall
walke
to
Bowe
,
a
small
wand
in
his
hand
Although
thou
lie
encamped
at
Mileend
Greene
,
And
not
the
proudest
rebell
of
you
all
,
Shall
dare
to
touch
him
for
his
damned
soule
.
Come
,
we
will
pull
vp
our
portculleises
,
And
let
me
see
thee
enter
if
thou
dare
.
Fal.
Spoken
like
a
man
,
and
true
Veluet
iacket
,
And
we
will
enter
or
strike
by
the
way
.
Exeunt
.
Enter
Lord
Maior
,
Recorder
,
and
Iosseline
.
Ma.
Wheres
master
Recorder
,
and
master
Iosseline
?
Recor.
Here
my
Lord
Maior
,
wee
now
haue
mande
the
walles
,
and
fortified
such
places
as
were
needfull
,
Ma.
Why
it
is
well
,
brothers
and
Citizens
,
Sticke
to
your
Citie
as
good
men
should
do
,
Thinke
that
in
Richards
time
euen
such
a
rebell
,
Was
then
by
Walworth
the
L.
Maior
of
London
,
Stabd
dead
in
Smithfield
:
Then
shew
your selues
as
it
be
fits
the
time
.
And
let
this
find
a
hundreth
Walworth
,
now
,
Dare
stabbe
a
rebell
were
he
made
of
brasse
,
And
Prentises
sticke
to
your
officers
,
For
you
may
come
to
be
as
we
are
now
,
God
and
our
King
against
an
arrant
rebel
,
Brothers
away
,
let
vs
defend
our
walles
:
1.
Pren
My
Lord
your
words
are
able
to
infuse
,
A
double
courage
in
a
cowards
breast
,
Then
feare
not
vs
although
our
chinnes
be
bare
,
Our
hearts
are
good
,
the
triall
shall
be
séene
,
Against
these
rebels
on
this
champion
gréene
.
2.
Pre.
We
haue
no
tricks
nor
pollices
of
warre
,
But
by
the
ancient
custome
of
our
Fathers
,
Wéele
soundly
lay
it
on
,
takte
off
that
will
.
And
London
Prentises
be
rulde
by
me
,
Die
ere
ye
loose
faire
Londons
libertie
.
S.
How
now
my
flatcaps
,
are
you
grown
so
braue
?
Tis
but
your
words
,
whē
matters
come
to
proose
Youle
scudde
as
twere
a
companie
of
shéepe
,
My
counsaile
therefore
is
to
kéepe
your
shops
,
What
lack
you
,
better
will
beseem
your
mouths
,
Then
termes
of
warre
,
in
sooth
you
are
too
yong
:
Pr.
Sirra
go
too
,
you
shall
not
find
it
so
,
Flatcaps
thou
calst
vs
,
wée
scorne
not
the
name
,
And
shortly
by
the
vertue
of
our
swords
,
Wéele
make
your
cap
so
sit
vnto
your
crowne
,
As
sconce
and
cap
and
all
kisse
the
ground
.
2.
Pr.
You
are
those
desperate
idle
swaggering
mates
,
That
haunt
the
suburbs
in
the
time
of
peace
,
And
raise
vp
ale-house
braules
in
the
stréet
,
And
when
the
rumor
of
the
warre
begins
,
You
hide
your
heads
,
and
are
not
to
be
found
,
Thou
termest
it
better
that
we
kéepe
our
shops
,
It's
good
indéed
we
should
haue
such
a
care
,
But
yet
for
all
our
kéeping
now
and
then
,
Your
Pelfring
fingers
breake
into
our
lockes
,
Vntill
at
Tyborne
you
acquite
the
fault
:
Go
to
,
albeit
by
custome
we
are
milde
,
As
those
that
doe
professe
ciuilitie
,
Yet
being
moude
,
a
nest
of
angrie
hornets
Shall
not
be
more
offensiue
then
we
will
,
Wéele
flie
about
your
eares
and
sting
your
hearts
.
Ioss.
He
tels
you
truth
my
friends
,
and
so
foorth
.
Fa.
Who
can
endure
to
be
so
vrauce
by
boyes
?
1.
Pr.
Nay
scorne
vs
not
that
we
are
Prentises
,
The
Chronicles
of
England
can
report
,
What
memorable
actions
we
haue
done
,
To
which
this
daies
atchieuement
shall
be
knit
,
To
make
the
volume
larger
then
it
is
.
Ma.
Now
of
mine
honor
,
yée
doe
cheare
my
heart
Braue
English
ofsprings
,
valiantly
resolude
.
2.
Pre.
My
Lord
returne
you
backe
,
let
vs
alone
,
You
are
our
Masters
,
giue
vs
leaue
to
worke
,
And
if
we
do
not
banquish
them
in
fight
,
Let
vs
go
supperles
to
bed
at
night
.
Exeunt
all
but
Spicing
,
Smoke
,
and
their
crew
.
Spi.
Sm.
Get
thée
vp
on
the
top
of
S.
Buttolphs
stéeple
,
and
make
a
proclamation
.
Smoke
.
What
a
plague
should
I
proclaime
there
?
Spi.
That
the
hels
be
rung
backward
,
And
cutting
of
throats
be
cride
hauocke
,
No
more
calling
of
lanthorne
and
candlelight
,
That
maidenheads
be
valued
at
iust
nothing
:
And
Sacke
be
sold
by
the
Sallet
.
That
no
pidling
slaue
stand
to
picke
a
locke
,
but
slash
me
off
the
hinges
,
as
one
would
slit
vp
a
Cowes
paunch
.
Spicing
.
Let
no
man
haue
lesse
then
a
warehouse
to
his
wardrope
:
crie
a
figge
for
a
Sergeant
,
and
walke
by
the
Counter
like
a
Lord
,
plucke
out
the
clapper
of
Bow
bell
,
and
hang
vp
all
the
Sextons
in
the
Cittie
.
Smoke
.
Rantam Scantam
,
Rogues
follow
your
leader
,
Caualero
Spicing
the
maddest
slaue
that
ere
pund
spice
in
a
morter
.
Spi.
Take
me
an
Vsurer
by
the
greasie
pouch
,
and
shake
out
his
Crownes
,
as
a
hungrie
dog
would
shake
a
Haggas
,
Barre
foule
play
Rogues
,
and
liue
by
honest
filching
and
stealing
,
he
that
hath
a
true
finger
,
let
him
forfaite
his
face
to
the
fryingpan
.
Follow
your
Leader
Rogues
,
follow
your
Leader
.
Smoake
.
Assault
,
Assault
,
and
crie
a
Falconbridge
.
Iosseline
on
the
walles
cries
to
them
.
Ios.
Sirra
Spicing
,
if
Spicing
bee
thy
name
,
we
are
here
for
matters
and
causes
as
it
might
●me
for
the
King
,
therefore
it
were
good
,
and
so
forth
.
Spi.
Open
the
gates
,
or
if
we
be
the
picklocks
,
ye
Rogues
weele
play
the
Mastiffe
dogs
amongst
you
:
If
I
woorie
not
a
thousand
of
you
with
my
teeth
,
let
mee
bee
hangde
in
a
packethreed
,
and
so
forth
.
Ios.
Fond
fellow
,
iustice
is
to
be
vsed
,
I
marie
is
it
,
and
law
in
some
sort
as
it
were
is
to
be
followed
,
oh
God
forbid
else
,
this
our
Magistrate
hath
power
as
might
seeme
,
and
so
forth
,
for
dutie
is
to
be
obserued
,
and
Officers
must
be
obeyed
,
in
sort
and
calling
,
and
so
forth
.
Spi.
Weele
talke
more
anone
,
good
M.
and
so
forth
.
Here
is
a
verie
fierce
assault
on
all
sides
,
wherein
the
Prentises
do
great
seruice
.
Enter
Falconbridge
angrie
with
his
men
.
Fal.
Why
this
it
is
to
trust
to
these
base
Rogues
.
This
durtie
scum
of
rascall
pesantrie
:
This
hartles
rout
of
base
rascalitie
;
A
plague
vpon
you
all
,
you
cowardly
Rogues
;
You
crauand
curres
,
you
say
muddy
clownes
,
Whose
courage
but
consistes
in
multitude
,
Like
shéepe
and
neat
that
follow
one
another
,
Which
if
one
runne
away
,
all
follow
after
:
This
hedge-bred
rascal
,
this
filthie
frie
of
ditches
,
A
vengeance
take
you
all
,
this
t'is
to
lead
you
,
Now
doe
you
crie
and
shrike
at
euery
shocke
,
A
hot
consuming
mischiefe
follow
you
.
Spi.
Swounds
scale
rogues
,
scale
,
a
Falconbridge
,
a
Falconbridge
.
Enter
Lord
Maior
and
histraine
.
Ma.
Set
open
the
gates
,
nay
then
wéel
sally
out
,
It
neuer
shall
be
said
when
I
was
Maior
,
The
Londoners
were
shut
vp
in
the
Citie
,
Then
crie
King
Edward
,
and
lets
vs
issue
out
.
Fal.
Now
if
ye
be
true
hearted
Englishmen
,
The
gat'es
set
open
and
the
portcullise
vp
:
Lets
Pel
Mel
in
,
to
stop
their
passage
out
,
He
that
first
enters
,
be
possest
of
Cheape
,
I
giue
him
it
fréely
,
and
the
chiefest
wench
.
Spi.
That
he
can
find
,
let
that
lie
in
the
bargaine
.
Exeunt
.
The
Lord
Maior
and
the
Citizens
hauing
valiantly
repulsed
the
Rebels
from
the
Citie
:
Enters
Falconbridge
and
Spicing
and
their
traine
wounded
and
dismaied
.
Spi.
Hear'st
thou
Generall
,
theres
hote
drinking
at
the
mouth
of
Bishopsgate
,
for
our
soldiours
are
all
Mouth
,
they
lie
like
Rascals
with
their
brains
beaten
out
,
therefore
since
we
are
all
like
to
féed
hogs
in
Houndsditch
,
let
vs
retire
our
troupes
,
and
saue
our
maimed
men
,
or
if
we
issue
further
,
we
are
put
to
the
sword
euery
mothers
sonne
of
vs
.
Fal.
Art
thou
that
villaine
in
whose
damned
mouth
,
Was
neuer
heard
of
any
word
but
wounds
?
Whose
recreant
limbes
are
nocht
with
gaping
scarres
,
Thicker
then
any
carking
craft-mans
score
,
Whose
very
skalpe
is
scracht
and
crasde
and
broken
,
Like
an
old
mazzer
beaten
on
the
stones
,
And
standest
thou
now
to
saue
our
maimed
men
?
A
plague
vpon
thee
coward
.
Spi.
Why
how
now
base
Thomas
?
Swounds
,
wert
thou
a
base
Viall
,
thou
art
but
a
rascall
and
a
rebell
as
I
am
,
hearest
thou
,
if
I
do
not
turne
true
Subiect
and
leaue
thee
,
let
me
be
wooried
with
dogs
,
Swounds
dost
thou
impeach
my
manhood
?
Tom
Neuill
thou
hadst
as
good
to
haue
damnde
thy selfe
as
vttered
such
a
word
,
flatly
I
forsake
thee
,
and
all
that
loue
Ned
Spicing
follow
me
.
Here
the
rest
offer
to
follow
.
Fal.
Come
come
yee
testie
soule
,
thou
séest
me
gréeude
,
Yet
canst
not
beare
with
mine
infirmitie
,
Thou
knowest
I
hold
thee
for
as
tall
a
man
As
any
liues
or
breathes
our
English
ayre
,
I
know
there
liues
not
a
more
fierie
spirit
,
A
more
resolued
daliant
,
a
plague
vpon
it
,
Thou
knowest
I
loue
thée
,
yet
if
a
word
escape
My
lips
in
anger
,
how
teastie
then
thou
art
?
I
had
rather
all
men
left
me
then
thy selfe
,
Thou
art
my
soule
,
thou
art
my
Genius
:
I
cannot
liue
without
thee
not
an
hower
,
Thus
must
I
still
be
forc'd
against
my
will
,
aside
,
To
sooth
this
durtie
slaue
,
this
cowardly
rascall
.
Come
,
come
be
friends
,
ye
teastie
firebrand
,
We
must
retire
there
is
no
remedie
.
Spi.
Nay
Tom
,
if
thou
wilt
haue
me
mount
on
the
walles
,
And
cast
my selfe
downe
headlong
on
their
pikes
,
He
doe
it
,
but
to
impeach
my
valour
,
Had
any
man
but
thou
spoke
halfe
so
much
,
I
would
haue
spilt
his
heart
,
still
be
ware
My
valour
,
such
words
go
hardly
downe
,
Well
,
I
am
friends
,
thou
thoughtest
not
as
thou
spakest
.
Fal.
No
on
my
soule
,
thou
thinkest
not
that
I
did
,
Sound
a
retreat
there
I
commaund
ye
strait
,
But
whither
shall
wée
retire
Spi.
To
Mileend
Greene
,
theres
no
fitter
place
.
Fal.
Then
let
vs
backe
retire
to
Mileend
Greene
,
And
there
expect
fresh
succour
from
our
friends
,
With
such
supply
as
shall
ere
long
assure
The
Citic
is
our
owne
,
march
on
,
away
.
Exeunt
.
Enter
the
L.
Maior
with
his
traine
and
Prentises
.
Maior
.
Ye
haue
bested
yée
like
good
Cittizens
,
And
she
wne
your selues
true
subiects
to
your
king
,
You
worthily
prentise
bestirde
your selues
,
That
it
did
there
my
heart
to
sée
your
valour
,
The
rebels
are
retirde
to
Mileend
Greene
,
Re.
Where
so
we
may
not
suffer
them
to
rest
.
But
issue
forth
vpon
them
with
fresh
force
.
los.
My
L.
Maior
,
diligence
doth
well
,
and
so
forth
.
Matters
must
be
looked
into
as
they
ought
,
indéed
should
they
,
when
things
are
well
done
,
they
are
,
and
so
forth
,
for
causes
and
things
must
indeede
be
lookd
into
.
Ma.
Well
sir
,
we
verie
well
conceiue
your
meaning
,
And
you
haue
shewne
your selfe
a
worthie
gentleman
:
See
that
our
wals
be
kept
with
courts
of
guard
,
And
well
defended
against
the
enemie
,
For
we
will
now
withdraw
vs
to
Guild hall
,
To
take
aduise
what
further
must
be
don
.
Exeunt
.
Enter
Master
Shoare
and
Ianc
his
wife
.
Shore
.
Be
not
afraid
(
swéet
heart
)
the
worst
is
past
,
God
haue
the
praise
,
the
victorie
is
ours
,
We
haue
preuailde
,
the
rebels
are
repulsde
,
And
euerie
streete
of
London
soundeth
ioy
,
Canst
thou
then
(
gentle
Ianc
)
be
sad
alone
?
Ianc.
I
am
not
sad
now
you
are
here
with
me
,
My
toy
,
my
hope
,
my
comfort
,
and
my
loue
,
My
déere
,
déere
husband
,
kindest
Mathew
shoare
,
But
when
these
armes
the
circles
of
my
soule
,
Were
in
the
fight
so
forward
as
I
heard
,
How
could
I
choose
,
swéet
heart
,
but
be
afraid
?
Sho.
Why
dost
thou
tremble
now
,
when
perils
past
Ia.
I
thinke
vpon
the
horror
of
the
tune
,
But
tell
me
why
you
fought
so
desperately
?
Sho.
First
to
maintaine
King
Edwards
royaltie
,
Next
to
defend
the
Cities
libertie
,
But
chiefly
tane
to
keepe
thee
from
the
foyle
,
Of
him
that
to
my
face
did
how
thy
spoyle
,
Had
he
preuailde
,
where
then
had
béene
our
liues
,
Dishonored
our
daughters
,
rauished
our
faire
wiues
,
Possest
our
goods
,
and
set
our
seruants
free
,
Yet
all
this
nothing
to
the
losse
of
thee
.
Ia.
Of
mee
sweet
heart
?
why
how
should
I
be
lost
?
Were
I
by
thousand
stormes
of
fortune
tost
?
And
should
endure
the
poorest
wretched
life
,
Yet
Iane
will
be
thy
honest
loyall
wife
,
The
greatest
Prince
the
sunne
did
euer
see
,
Shall
neuer
make
me
proue
vntrue
to
thee
:
Sh.
I
feare
not
faire
meanes
,
but
a
rebels
force
,
Ia.
These
hands
shal
make
this
bodie
a
dead
corse
,
ere
force
or
flatterie
shall
mine
honour
staine
,
Sh.
True
fame
suruiues
,
when
death
the
flesh
hath
slaine
.
Enter
an
Officer
from
the
Lord
Maior
.
Of.
God
saue
ye
maister
Shore
,
and
mistris
by
your
leaue
,
Sir
my
L.
Maior
sends
for
ye
by
Maior
,
And
prates
your
speedie
presence
at
Guild hall
,
Theres
newes
the
rebels
haue
made
head
again
,
And
haue
ensconcde
themselues
vpon
Mileend
,
And
presently
our
armed
men
must
out
,
You
being
Captaine
of
two
companies
In
honour
of
your
valour
and
your
skill
,
Must
lead
the
vaward
,
God
&
right
stand
with
yee
.
Sh.
Friend
tell
my
Lord
ile
wait
vpon
him
strait
.
Ia.
Friend
tel
my
Lord
he
does
my
husband
wrong
,
To
set
him
formost
in
the
danger
still
,
Ye
shall
not
go
if
I
may
haue
my
will
,
S.
Peace
wife
,
no
more
,
friend
I
wil
follow
yée
,
Exit
.
Ia.
I faith
ye
shall
not
,
prethée
do
not
go
.
Sh.
Not
go
swéet
heart
?
that
were
a
cowards
trick
,
A
traitors
part
to
shrinke
when
others
fight
,
Enuie
shall
neuer
say
that
Mathew
Shoare
The
Goldsmith
staid
,
when
other
men
went
out
,
To
meete
his
Kings
and
countries
enemie
,
No
Iane
gainst
all
the
rebels
on
Mileend
,
I
dare
alone
K.
Edwards
right
defend
.
Ia.
If
you
be
slaine
,
what
shall
become
of
mée
?
Sh.
Kight
well
my
wench
,
I
nowe
wil
marrie
thée
,
I
leaue
thee
worth
at
least
fiue
thousand
pound
.
Ia.
Marrie
again
.
that
word
my
heart
doth
wound
,
Ile
neuer
marrie
,
nor
I
will
not
liue
,
She
weeps
.
If
thou
be
kild
,
let
me
go
with
thée
Mat
.
Sh.
Tis
idle
talke
good
Iane
,
no
more
of
that
,
Go
to
my
Ladie
Maioresse
and
the
rest
,
As
you
are
still
companion
with
the
best
,
With
them
be
merrie
,
and
pray
for
our
good
speed
,
Ia.
To
part
from
thee
my
very
heart
doth
bléed
.
Exeunt
.
Enter
Falconbridge
with
his
troupes
marching
,
as
being
at
Mileend
.
Fa.
Yet
stand
we
in
the
sight
of
vpreard
Troy
,
And
sucke
the
ayre
she
drawes
:
our
euerie
breath
Flies
from
our
nostrils
warme
vnto
the
walles
,
We
beard
her
bristling
spires
,
her
battled
towres
,
And
proudly
stand
and
gaze
her
in
the
face
,
Looke
on
me
,
and
I
doubt
not
ye
imagine
,
My
worth
as
great
as
any
one
of
yours
,
My
fortunes
,
would
I
basely
fawne
on
Edward
,
To
be
as
faire
as
anie
mans
in
England
,
But
he
that
kéepes
your
soueraigne
in
the
Towre
,
Hath
seazde
my
land
,
and
robd
me
of
my
right
:
I
am
a
Gentleman
as
well
as
hee
,
What
he
hath
got
,
he
holds
by
tyrannie
,
Now
if
you
faint
,
or
cowardly
should
flie
,
There
is
no
hope
for
anie
one
to
liue
,
We
heare
the
Londoners
will
leaue
the
Citie
,
And
bid
vs
battaile
here
on
Mileend
Greene
,
Whom
if
we
vanquish
,
then
we
take
the
towne
,
And
ride
in
triumph
thorow
Cheape
to
Paules
,
The
Mint
is
ours
,
Cheap
,
Lumbard
stréet
our
owne
The
meanest
souldier
wealthier
then
a
king
.
Spi.
March
faire
ye
rogues
,
all
kings
or
capknitters
:
dost
thou
heare
Tom
Falconbridge
?
I
pre
thee
grant
me
one
boone
I
shall
aske
thee
.
Fa.
What
is
it
Ned
:
its
hard
I
should
denie
thee
.
Spi.
Why
that
when
we
haue
woune
the
Crie
,
as
we
cannot
chuse
but
winne
it
,
that
I
may
haue
the
knighting
of
all
these
rogues
and
rascalles
.
Fal.
What
then
?
Spi.
What
then
?
Zounds
I
scorne
your
scuruie
way
mouthed
,
what
then
?
now
a
pore
take
me
it
I
fight
a
blow
.
Fal.
Why
this
is
fine
,
go
to
,
knight
whom
thou
wilt
:
Spi.
Who
,
I
knight
any
of
them
?
Ile
sée
them
hangde
first
for
a
companie
of
tattred
ragged
rascailes
,
if
I
were
a
king
,
I
would
not
knight
one
of
them
?
Chub.
What
not
mee
Caualero
Chub
?
Spi.
Yes
,
I
care
not
if
I
knight
thee
:
and
yet
ile
see
thee
hangd
ere
ile
honour
thee
so
much
:
I
care
not
so
much
for
the
matter
,
but
I
would
not
be
denide
my
humour
.
Fal.
Why
what
a
peruerse
fellow
art
thou
Ned
?
Spi.
Ho
my
fine
Tom
,
my
braue
Falconbridge
,
my
mad
Greeke
,
my
lustie
Neuill
:
thou
art
a
king
,
a
Cesar
,
a
plague
on
thee
,
I
loue
thee
not
,
and
yet
ile
die
with
thee
.
Enter
the
Lord
Maior
,
Recorder
,
Iosseline
,
Shoare
,
and
their
Souldiours
marching
.
Maior
.
See
how
rebellion
can
exalt
it selfe
,
Pruning
the
feathers
of
sicke
discipline
.
Recer.
They
thinke
they
can
outlooke
our
truer
lookes
,
Sho.
Marke
but
the
scornefull
eie
of
Falconbridge
.
Ma.
I
rather
thinke
tis
feare
vpon
his
cheeke
,
Decyphers
pale
disturbance
in
his
heart
.
Ios.
Our
comming
forth
hath
,
well
,
I
say
no
more
,
But
shall
we
take
occasion
,
and
so
forth
,
Rebellion
should
haue
no
respite
,
oh
my
Lord
,
The
time
hath
bene
,
but
all
is
one
for
that
.
Spi.
How
like
a
troupe
of
ranke
oreridden
iades
,
You
hu●se
bearded
Citizens
appeare
?
Chub.
Nay
,
rather
so
many
men
in
the
Moone
,
And
euerie
one
a
forzen
bush
in
his
mouth
.
Spi.
The
foure
and
twentie
wards
?
now
faire
befall
them
,
Would
anie
one
haue
thought
before
this
houre
,
There
had
béene
such
increase
of
muddie
slaues
?
Spi.
Peace
soldiours
,
they
are
resolute
you
sée
,
And
not
to
flatter
vs
,
nor
fauour
them
,
Such
haughtie
sto●hs
seldome
haue
béene
séene
,
Imbodied
in
the
breasts
of
Cittizens
,
How
sternly
in
their
owne
peculiar
strength
,
Without
the
assistance
of
their
lingring
king
,
Did
they
of
late
repulse
vs
from
their
walles
?
And
now
againe
how
expeditiously
,
And
vnexpected
they
haue
met
vs
here
?
Were
we
more
deadly
incensed
then
we
are
,
I
would
not
but
commend
their
chiualrie
.
Spi.
Captaine
,
shall
we
go
challenge
them
to
fight
?
Sbloud
we
burne
daylight
,
theile
thinke
anon
,
We
are
afraid
to
sée
their
glittering
swords
.
Ch.
Tell
them
they
come
in
stéed
of
pudding
pies
,
And
Stratford
cakes
to
makes
a
banquet
here
.
Fal.
Soft
giue
me
leaue
,
I
will
deuise
with
words
,
To
weaken
and
abash
their
fortitude
,
Re.
The
bastard
offers
to
come
forth
my
Lord
.
Ma.
I
am
the
man
intend
to
answere
him
.
Fa.
Crosbie
.
Ma.
Traytor
.
all
Traitour
?
zounds
downe
with
him
.
Fa.
Be
patient
,
giue
me
leaue
I
say
to
speake
,
I
doubt
not
but
the
traitors
name
shall
rest
With
those
that
keeps
their
lawfull
K.
in
bonds
:
Meane
time
ye
men
of
London
once
againe
,
Behold
my
warlike
colours
are
displaide
,
Which
I
haue
vowd
shal
neuer
be
wrapt
vp
,
Untill
your
loftie
buildings
kisse
our
féet
,
Unles
you
grant
me
passage
through
your
stréets
.
Re.
Passage
,
saist
thou
?
that
must
be
ore
our
breasts
,
If
any
passage
thou
art
like
to
haue
.
Fa.
Why
then
vpon
your
bodies
will
I
tread
,
And
wade
through
standing
pooles
of
your
lost
bloud
.
Sh.
We
know
thy
threats
,
and
reckon
them
as
wind
,
Not
of
suffecient
powre
to
shake
a
reede
.
Spi.
But
we
shooke
your
gates
not
long
agoe
,
And
made
your
walles
to
shake
like
yrish
bogges
.
Chub.
I
,
and
so
terrified
ye
,
that
not
one
of
ye
darst
come
to
fetch
a
pinte
of
sacke
at
the
mouth
at
Bishopsgate
,
no
not
for
your
lines
.
Ios.
I
but
you
know
what
followed
,
and
so
forth
.
Spi.
Etcetera
?
are
you
there
?
mee thinks
the
sight
of
the
dun
Bull
,
the
Neuels
honored
crest
,
should
make
you
leaue
your
broken
sentences
,
and
quite
forget
euer
to
speake
at
all
.
Sho.
Nay
then
looke
thou
vpon
our
Citties
armes
.
Wherein
is
a
bloudie
dagger
,
that
is
it
,
Where
with
a
rebell
like
to
Falconbridge
,
Had
his
desert
,
meete
for
his
trecherie
,
Can
you
behold
that
,
and
not
quake
for
feare
?
Re.
Since
when
,
it
is
successfuely
decreed
,
Traitors
with
vs
shall
neuer
better
speede
.
Spi.
Captaine
and
fellow
soldiers
talke
no
more
,
But
draw
your
meaning
forth
in
down
right
blows
.
Falcon.
Sound
then
alarum
.
Maior
.
Do
the
like
for
vs
,
and
where
the
right
is
,
there
attend
successe
.
Ios.
Stay
and
be
better
aduisde
,
why
countrimen
,
What
is
this
Falconbridge
you
follow
so
?
I
could
instruct
you
,
but
you
know
my
mind
.
And
Falconbridge
what
are
these
rusticalles
,
Thou
shouldst
repose
such
confidense
in
glasse
,
Shal
I
informe
thee
?
no
,
thou
art
wise
inough
,
Edward
of
Yorke
delaies
the
time
you
say
,
Therefore
hée
will
not
come
,
imagine
so
,
The
Citties
weake
,
hold
that
opinion
still
,
And
your
pretence
King
Henries
libertie
.
True
,
but
as
how
?
shall
I
declare
you
?
no
.
What
thē
?
youle
fight
,
a
gods
name
take
your
choise
,
I
canno
more
but
giue
you
mine
aduise
.
Fal.
Away
with
this
parentheses
of
words
,
Crosbie
courage
thy
men
,
and
on
this
greene
,
Whose
cause
is
right
,
let
it
be
quickly
séene
.
Maior
.
I
am
as
readie
as
thou
canst
desire
,
On
then
a
Gods
name
.
They
fight
,
the
rebels
driue
them
backe
:
then
Enter
Falconbridge
and
Spicing
.
Fal.
This
was
well
fought
,
now
Spicing
list
to
me
.
The
Cittizens
thus
hauing
giuen
vs
ground
,
And
therefore
somewhat
daunted
,
take
a
band
Of
Essex
souldiours
,
and
with
all
the
spéede
Thou
possibly
canst
make
,
withdraw
thy selfe
,
And
get
between
the
Cittie
gates
and
them
.
Spi.
Oh
braue
Tom
Neuill
,
gallant
Falconbridge
,
Ayme
at
thy
intended
pollicie
,
This
is
thy
meaning
,
while
thou
art
imploide
,
And
holdst
them
battaile
here
on
Mileend
Greene
,
I
must
prouide
as
harbenger
before
,
There
be
not
onely
cleere
and
open
passage
,
But
the
best
marchants
houses
to
receiue
Vs
and
our
retinew
,
I
am
proud
of
that
,
And
will
not
sléepe
vpon
thy
iust
commaund
.
Fal.
Away
then
I
will
follow
as
I
may
,
And
doubt
not
but
that
ours
will
be
the
day
.
After
some
excursions
,
enter
Lord
Maior
and
Master
Shoare
.
Ma.
We
haue
recouered
what
before
we
lost
,
And
heauen
stands
with
the
iustice
of
our
cause
,
But
this
I
noted
in
the
fight
euen
now
,
That
part
of
this
rebellious
crew
is
sent
,
By
what
direction
,
or
for
what
intent
,
I
cannot
ghesse
,
but
may
suspect
the
worst
,
And
as
it
séemes
,
they
compasse
it
about
,
To
hemme
vs
in
,
or
get
the
gate
of
vs
,
And
therefore
Cosin
Shoare
,
as
I
repose
Trust
in
thy
valour
and
thy
loyaltie
,
Draw
forth
thrée
hundred
bowmen
,
and
some
pikes
,
And
presently
encounter
their
assault
.
Sho.
I
haue
your
meaning
,
and
effect
my
Lord
,
I
trust
shall
disappoint
them
of
their
hope
.
After
an
alarum
,
Enter
Spicing
with
a
drum
and
certaine
Soldiours
.
Spi.
Come
on
my
harts
,
we
will
be
kings
to night
,
Carouse
in
Gold
,
and
sléepe
with
marchants
wiues
,
While
their
poore
husbands
loose
their
liues
abroad
,
We
are
now
quite
behind
our
enemies
backs
,
And
theres
no
let
or
hindrance
in
the
way
,
But
we
may
take
possession
of
the
towne
,
Ah
you
mad
rogues
,
this
is
the
wished
houre
,
Follow
your
leader
,
and
be
resolute
.
As
he
marcheth
,
thinking
to
enter
,
Shoare
and
his
souldiours
issue
forth
and
repulse
him
,
after
excursions
,
wherein
the
rebels
are
disperst
.
Enter
Maior
,
Reco
.
Shoa
.
Iosseline
,
and
a
Messenger
talking
with
the
Maior
.
Ma.
I
,
my
good
friend
,
so
certifie
his
grace
,
The
Rebels
are
dispersed
all
and
fled
,
And
now
his
Highnes
méetes
with
victorie
.
Exit
.
Mess.
Marshall
your
sclues
,
and
kéepe
in
good
aray
:
To
adde
more
glorie
to
this
victorie
:
The
King
in
person
commeth
to
this
place
,
How
great
an
honour
haue
you
gainde
to day
?
And
how
much
is
this
Citie
famde
for
euer
,
That
twise
without
the
helpe
,
eyther
of
King
,
Or
any
,
but
of
God
,
and
our
owne selues
,
We
haue
preuailde
against
our
countries
foes
?
Thankes
to
his
maiestie
assisted
vs
,
Who
alwaies
helps
true
subiects
in
their
néed
.
The
Trumpets
sound
,
then
enters
king
Edward
,
L.
How
.
Sellenger
and
the
traine
.
King
.
Where
is
my
Lord
Maior
?
Ma.
Here
dread
Soueraigne
.
I
hold
no
Lordship
nor
no
dignitie
,
In
presence
of
my
gracious
Lord
the
King
,
But
all
I
humble
at
your
highnes
féete
,
With
the
most
happie
conquest
of
proud
rebels
,
Dispearst
and
fled
,
that
now
remaines
no
doubt
,
Of
euer
making
head
to
vexe
vs
more
.
King
.
You
haue
not
tane
the
bastard
Falconbridge
:
Or
is
he
slaine
?
Ma.
Neither
my
gracious
Lord
.
Although
we
labourd
to
our
vttermost
,
Yet
all
our
care
came
ouer
short
,
For
apprehending
him
or
Spicing
eyther
But
some
are
taken
,
others
on
proffered
grace
Yéelded
themselues
,
and
at
your
mercie
stand
.
K.
Thanks
good
L.
Maior
,
you
may
condemne
vs
Of
too
much
slacknes
in
such
vrgent
néed
:
But
we
assure
you
on
our
royall
word
,
So
soone
as
we
had
gathered
vs
a
power
,
We
dallied
not
,
but
mane
all
hast
we
could
,
What
order
haue
ye
tane
for
Falconbridge
,
And
his
confederates
in
this
rebellion
?
Ma.
Vnder
your
leaue
my
Liedge
,
we
haue
proclaimd
Who
bringeth
Falconbridge
aliue
or
dead
,
Shall
be
requited
with
a
thousand
markes
,
As
much
for
Spicing
,
others
of
lesse
worth
At
easier
rates
are
set
.
K.
Well
haue
ye
done
,
And
wee
will
see
it
paid
from
our
Erchequer
.
Now
leaue
we
this
and
come
to
you
,
That
haue
so
well
deserude
in
these
affaires
,
Affaires
,
I
meane
of
so
maine
consequence
.
Kneele
downe
and
all
of
you
receiue
in
field
,
The
honor
you
haue
merited
in
field
.
There
he
drawes
his
sword
and
knights
them
.
Arise
Sir
Iohn
Crosbie
,
L.
Maior
of
London
&
Knight
.
Arise
vp
Sir
Ralph
Iosseline
knight
.
Arise
Sir
Thomas
Vrswicke
our
Recorder
of
London
,
and
Knight
.
Now
tell
me
which
is
M.
Shoare
.
Ma.
This
same
my
Lord
,
And
hand
to
hand
he
fought
with
Falconbridge
.
King
.
Shoare
knéele
thou
downe
.
What
call
yée
else
his
name
?
Recor.
His
name
is
Mathew
Shoare
my
Lord
.
K.
Shoare
,
why
kneelest
thou
not
,
and
at
thy
Soueraignes
hand
receiue
thy
right
?
Shoare
.
Pardon
me
gracious
Lord
,
I
do
not
stand
contemptuous
or
despising
Such
royall
fauour
of
my
Soueraigne
,
But
to
acknowledge
mine
vnworthines
:
Farre
be
it
from
the
thought
of
Mathew
Shoare
,
That
he
should
be
aduanc'de
with
Aldermen
,
With
our
L.
Maior
,
&
our
right
graue
Recorder
.
If
any
thing
hath
béene
performde
by
me
,
That
may
deserue
your
Highnes
mean'st
respect
,
I
haue
inough
,
and
I
desire
no
more
.
Then
let
me
craue
that
I
may
haue
no
more
.
King
.
Well
,
be
it
as
thou
wilt
,
some
other
way
We
will
deuise
to
quittance
thy
deserts
,
And
not
to
faile
therein
vpon
my
word
.
Now
let
me
tell
ye
all
my
friends
at
once
,
Your
King
is
married
,
since
you
saw
him
last
,
And
haste
to
helpe
you
in
this
néedfull
time
,
Made
me
on
sudden
to
forsake
my
bride
.
But
séeing
all
things
are
fallen
out
so
well
,
And
there
remaines
no
further
doubt
of
ill
,
Let
me
intreate
you
would
goe
boote
your selues
,
And
bring
your
King
a
little
on
his
way
.
How
say
you
my
Lord
,
shall
it
be
so
?
Ma.
Now
God
forbid
but
that
my
Lord
the
King
Should
alwaies
haue
his
Subiects
at
command
.
Ios.
Forbid
quotha
?
I
in
good
sadnes
,
your
maiestie
shall
finde
vs
alwaies
readie
,
and
so
forth
.
King
.
Why
then
set
forward
Gentlemen
,
And
come
L.
Maior
,
I
must
conferre
with
you
.
Exeunt
.
Enter
Falconbridge
and
spicing
with
their
weapons
in
their
hands
.
Spi.
Art
thou
the
man
whose
victories
drawn
at
sea
,
Fild
euerie
heart
with
terror
of
thy
name
?
Art
thou
that
Neuill
whom
we
tooke
thee
for
?
Thou
art
a
lowse
,
thou
bastard
Falconbridge
?
Thou
baser
then
a
bastard
,
in
whose
birth
The
very
dregs
of
seruitude
appeares
,
Why
tell
me
,
liuer
of
some
rotten
shéepe
,
After
by
thy
allurements
we
are
brought
,
To
vndertake
this
course
,
after
thy
promises
Of
many
golden
mountaines
to
ensue
,
Is
this
the
greatest
comfort
thou
canst
giue
?
Hast
thou
insnarde
our
héedles
feet
with
death
,
And
brought
vs
to
the
Jebbet
of
defame
,
And
now
do'st
bid
vs
shift
and
saue
our selues
?
No
crauen
were
I
sure
I
should
be
tane
,
I
would
not
stirre
my
feete
,
vntill
this
hand
Had
venged
me
on
thee
for
misguiding
vs
.
Fal.
Opprobrious
villaine
,
stable
excrement
,
That
neuer
dreamst
of
other
manhood
yet
,
But
how
to
ierke
a
horse
,
vntill
my
words
Insusde
into
thee
resolutions
sire
.
Controlst
thou
me
for
that
wherein
thy selfe
,
Art
onely
the
occasion
of
mishap
?
Hadst
thou
and
they
stood
to
it
as
well
as
I
,
The
day
had
beene
our
owne
,
and
London
now
,
That
laughes
in
triumph
,
should
haue
wept
in
teares
,
But
being
backt
by
such
faint
harted
slaues
No
marualle
if
the
Lion
go
to
wracke
,
As
though
it
were
not
incident
to
Kings
,
Sometime
to
take
repulse
,
mine
is
no
more
:
Nor
is
not
for
that
muddie
braine
of
thine
To
tutor
me
how
to
digest
my
losse
,
Then
flie
with
those
that
are
alreadie
fled
,
Or
stay
behind
,
and
hang
all
but
the
head
.
Spi.
Oh
preiudice
to
Spicings
conquering
name
,
Whose
valor
euen
the
hacks
this
sword
has
made
Vpon
the
flint
,
and
yron
barres
at
Aldgate
:
Like
mouthes
wil
publish
whiles
the
City
stands
That
I
shrunke
that
I
was
neuer
seene
To
shew
my
manly
spleene
,
but
with
a
whipe
.
I
tell
thee
Falconbridge
the
least
of
these
,
Do
challenge
bloud
before
they
be
appeasde
,
Fal.
Away
ye
scoundrell
,
tempt
not
my
resolue
,
The
courage
that
suruiues
in
Falconbridge
,
Scornes
the
incounter
of
so
base
a
drudge
.
Spi.
By
the
pure
temper
of
this
sword
of
mine
,
By
this
true
flesh
and
bloud
that
gripes
the
same
,
And
by
the
honour
I
did
winne
of
late
,
Against
those
frostie
bearded
Citizens
,
It
shall
be
tride
before
we
do
depart
,
Whether
accuseth
other
wrongfully
,
Or
which
of
vs
two
is
the
better
man
.
Fal.
I
shall
but
quit
the
Hangman
of
a
labour
,
Yet
rather
then
to
be
vpbraided
thus
,
The
Eagle
once
will
stoope
to
féede
on
carrion
.
They
fight
,
Enter
Chub.
Ch.
Hold
if
ye
be
men
,
if
not
,
hold
as
ye
are
:
rebels
&
strong
théeues
:
I
bring
you
newes
of
a
proclamation
,
the
King
hath
promised
that
whosoeuer
can
bring
the
head
of
Falconbridge
,
or
Spicing
,
shal
haue
for
his
labour
a
thousand
crownes
,
what
meane
you
then
to
swagger
?
saue
your selues
.
Spi.
This
proclamation
comes
in
happie
time
,
Ile
banquish
Falconbridge
,
and
with
this
sword
Cut
off
his
head
,
and
beare
it
to
the
King
,
So
not
alone
shall
I
be
pardoned
,
But
haue
the
thousand
crownes
is
promised
.
Fal.
This
rascall
was
ordainde
to
saue
my
life
,
For
now
when
I
haue
ouerthrowne
the
wretch
,
Euen
with
his
head
Ile
yéeld
me
to
the
King
,
His
princely
word
is
past
to
pardon
mee
,
And
though
I
were
the
chiefe
in
this
rebellion
,
Yet
this
will
be
a
meanes
to
make
my
peace
.
Ch.
Oh
that
I
knew
how
to
betray
them
both
.
Fal.
How
saist
thou
Spi
.
wilt
thou
yéeld
thy selfe
?
For
I
haue
vowde
eyther
aliue
or
dead
To
bring
thee
to
King
Edward
?
Spi.
And
I
haue
vowde
the
like
by
thee
.
How
will
these
two
bad
contraries
agree
?
Chub.
And
I
the
same
by
both
of
you
.
Fal.
Come
sir
,
ile
quickly
c●d
you
of
that
care
.
Spi.
And
what
thou
lottest
me
,
shall
be
thy
share
.
Chub.
Here
comes
a
miller
,
helpe
to
part
the
fray
,
These
are
the
rebels
Falconbridge
and
Spicing
,
The
worst
of
them
is
worth
a
thousand
crownes
.
Mill.
Marrie
and
such
a
bootie
should
I
haue
,
Submit
,
submit
,
it
is
in
vaine
to
striue
,
Exit
Fal.
Spi.
Why
what
art
thou
:
Mill.
One
that
will
hamper
yon
,
But
whats
the
other
that
is
fled
away
?
Chub.
Oh
miller
,
that
was
Falconbridge
,
And
this
is
Spicing
his
companion
.
Spi.
I
tell
thée
miller
thou
hast
béene
the
meanes
,
To
hinder
the
most
charitable
déed
,
What euer
honest
Christian
vndertooke
.
Chub.
Thou
canst
beare
nie
witnesse
I
had
fane
That
most
notorious
rebell
but
for
him
.
M.
But
I
haue
taken
thée
,
and
the
world
knowes
,
That
Spicing
is
as
bad
as
who
is
best
.
Spi.
Why
thou
mistakst
,
I
am
a
true
subject
.
Chub.
Miller
hée
lies
,
be
sure
to
hold
him
fast
.
Spi.
Dost
thou
accuse
me
?
apprehend
him
too
,
For
hees
as
guiltie
as
any
of
vs
.
Mill.
Come
you
shall
both
togither
answere
it
,
Before
my
Lord
Maior
,
and
here
he
comes
.
Enter
Lord
Maior
,
Iosseline
,
and
other
attendants
.
Ma.
Sir
Ralph
Iosseline
,
haue
you
euer
séen
a
Prince
more
affable
then
Edward
is
?
what
merry
talke
he
had
vpon
the
way
.
Ios.
Doubtlesse
my
Lord
heele
prooue
a
royal
King
.
But
how
now
what
are
these
?
Mill.
God
saue
your
honour
,
Here
I
present
vnto
you
my
Lord
Maior
,
A
paire
of
rebels
,
whom
I
did
espie
As
I
was
busie
grinding
at
my
mill
,
And
taking
them
for
vagrant
idle
knaues
,
That
had
beset
some
trueman
from
his
house
,
I
came
to
kéepe
the
peace
,
but
afterward
,
Found
that
it
was
the
bastard
Falconbridge
,
And
this
his
mate
together
by
the
eares
,
The
one
,
for
all
that
I
could
doo
,
escapte
,
The
other
standeth
at
your
mercie
here
.
Ma.
It
is
the
rebell
Spicing
.
Spi.
It
is
indeed
?
I
see
you
are
not
blind
,
you
know
mee
then
.
Ma.
Wel
miller
,
thou
hast
done
a
subiects
part
,
And
worthily
deserust
that
recompence
Is
publikely
proclaimed
by
the
King
,
But
whats
this
other
?
I
haue
séene
his
face
,
And
as
I
take
it
,
he
is
one
of
them
.
Mill.
I
must
confesse
,
I
tooke
them
both
togither
,
Hee
ayded
me
to
apprehend
the
rest
.
Chub.
A
telles
you
true
my
Lord
,
I
am
Chub
the
Chaundler
,
and
I
curse
the
time
that
euer
I
saw
their
faces
,
for
if
they
had
not
been
,
I
had
liude
an
honest
man
in
mine
own
countrie
,
and
neuer
come
to
this
,
Spi.
Out
rogue
,
dost
thou
recant
for
feare
of
death
?
I
Maior
,
I
am
he
that
sought
to
cut
your
throate
,
And
since
I
haue
miscaried
in
the
fact
,
Ile
néere
denie
it
,
do
the
worst
you
can
.
Ma.
Bring
him
a
way
,
he
shall
haue
martiall
law
,
and
at
the
next
tree
we
do
come
vnto
,
Be
hangde
to
rid
the
world
of
such
a
wretch
.
Miller
thy
dutie
is
a
thousand
markes
,
Which
must
be
sharde
betwixt
thée
and
this
poore
fellow
,
that
did
reueale
him
.
And
sirra
,
your
life
is
saude
on
this
condition
,
that
you
hang
vp
Spicing
,
how
saist
thou
,
wilt
thou
do
it
?
Chub.
Will
I
doe
it
?
what
a
question
is
that
?
I
would
hang
him
if
he
were
my
father
to
saue
mine
own
life
.
Ma.
Then
when
yée
haue
done
it
,
come
home
to
my
house
,
and
there
ye
truly
shall
haue
your
reward
.
Spi.
Well
sirra
,
then
thou
must
be
my
hangman
?
Chub.
I
by
my
troth
sir
,
for
fault
of
a
better
.
Spi.
Well
,
commend
me
to
little
Pim
,
and
pray
her
to
redeeme
my
pande
hose
,
they
lie
at
the
blew
Bore
for
eleuen
pence
,
and
if
my
hostesse
wil
haue
the
other
odde
penie
,
tell
her
she
is
a
damned
bawde
,
and
there
is
no
truth
in
her
score
.
Chub.
Take
no
thought
sir
for
your
pande
hose
,
they
are
lowsie
,
and
not
worth
the
redéeming
.
Spi.
There
is
a
Constable
stickes
in
my
minde
,
he
got
my
sword
from
me
,
that
night
I
should
haue
killed
blacke
Ralph
,
if
I
had
liude
,
I
would
haue
béene
meete
with
him
.
Chub.
I
sir
,
but
heres
a
thing
shall
take
an
order
for
that
.
Spi.
Cemmend
me
to
blacke
Luce
,
bouncing
Besse
,
&
lustie
Kate
,
and
the
other
pretie
morsels
of
mans
flesh
.
Farewell
Pinke
and
Pinnesse
,
Flibote
,
and
Caruell
,
Turnbull
,
and
Spittle
,
I
die
like
a
man
.
Chub.
Oh
Captaine
Spicing
,
thy
vaine
inticing
,
brought
me
from
my
trade
,
From
good
candles
making
,
to
this
paines
taking
,
a
rebell
to
be
made
,
Therefore
Ned
Spicing
,
to
quit
thy
enticing
,
this
must
be
thy
hope
,
By
one
of
thy
fellowes
,
to
be
led
to
the
Gallowes
,
to
end
in
a
rope
.
Exeunt
.
Enter
Hobs
the
Tanner
of
Tamworth
:
Hobs.
Dudgeon
,
dost
thou
he
are
,
looke
well
to
Brocke
my
mare
,
driue
Dunne
and
her
faire
and
softly
downe
the
hill
,
and
take
héede
the
thornes
teare
not
the
hornes
of
my
Cow
hides
,
as
thou
goest
neere
the
hedges
:
ha
what
saist
thou
knaue
?
is
the
Bulles
hide
downe
?
why
lay
it
vp
again
,
what
rare
I
?
He
meete
thee
at
the
stile
,
and
helpe
to
set
all
straight
.
And
yet
God
helpe
,
its
a
crooked
world
,
and
an
vnthriftie
,
for
some
that
haue
nere
a
shooe
,
had
rather
go
barefoote
,
then
buy
clout-leather
to
mend
the
old
,
when
they
can
buy
no
new
,
for
they
haue
time
inough
to
mend
all
,
they
sit
so
long
betweene
the
cup
and
the
wall
,
well
God
amend
them
,
God
amende
them
.
Let
me
see
by
my
executor
heere
,
my
leather
pouch
,
what
I
haue
taken
,
what
I
haue
spent
,
what
I
haue
gained
.
what
I
haue
lost
,
&
what
I
haue
laid
cut
:
my
taking
is
more
thē
my
spending
,
for
heres
store
left
.
I
haue
spent
but
a
groat
,
a
penie
for
my
two
iades
,
a
penie
to
the
poore
,
a
penie
pot
of
ale
,
and
a
penie
cake
for
my
man
and
me
,
a
dicker
of
Cowehides
cost
mee
.
Here
enter
the
Queene
&
Duchesse
with
their
riding
rods
,
vnpinning
their
masks
,
Hobs
goes
forward
.
Snailes
who
comes
here
?
mistris
Ferries
,
or
mistris
what
call
ye
her
?
Put
vp
Iohn
Hobs
,
money
tempts
beauty
.
Du.
Well
met
good
fellow
,
sawest
thou
not
the
hart
?
Ho.
My
heart
?
God
blesse
me
from
séeing
my
heart
.
Du.
Thy
heart
?
the
déereman
,
we
demaund
the
decre
.
Hobs.
Do
you
demaund
whats
déere
?
mary
corne
and
cow
hides
,
Masse
a
good
smug
lasse
,
well
like
my
daughter
Nell
,
I
had
rather
then
a
bend
of
leather
shee
and
I
might
smutch
togither
.
Dutchesse
.
Camst
thou
not
downe
the
wood
?
Hobs.
Yes
mistris
that
I
did
.
Dutch.
And
sawst
thou
not
the
déere
imbost
?
Hobs.
By
my
hood
ye
make
me
laugh
,
what
the
dickens
is
it
loue
that
makes
ye
prate
to
me
so
fondly
,
by
my
fathers
soule
I
would
I
had
iobd
faces
with
you
.
Huntsm.
Why
how
now
Hobs
,
so
saucie
with
the
Dutchesse
and
the
Quéene
?
Hobs.
Much
Queene
I
trow
,
these
be
but
women
,
and
one
of
them
is
like
my
wench
,
I
would
she
had
her
rags
,
I
would
giue
a
load
of
haire
and
hornes
,
and
a
fat
of
leather
,
to
match
her
to
some
iustice
,
by
the
meghollie
.
2.
Huntsm.
Be
silent
Tanner
,
and
aske
pardon
of
the
Queen
.
Hobs.
And
ye
be
the
Queene
,
I
crie
ye
mercie
good
mistris
Queene
.
Queen
.
No
fault
my
friend
,
Madam
lets
take
our
bowes
,
And
in
the
standing
seeke
to
get
a
shoote
.
Dutch.
Come
bende
our
bowes
,
and
bring
the
herde
of
dere
.
Exeunt
.
Hobs.
God
send
yée-good
standing
,
and
good
striking
,
and
fat
flesh
,
sée
if
all
Gentle
women
be
not
alike
when
their
blacke
facce
be
on
,
I
tooke
the
Quéene
,
as
I
am
true
Tanner
,
for
mistris
Ferris
.
Enter
Sellenger
and
Howard
in
Greene
.
Hobs.
Soft
,
who
comes
here
,
more
knaues
yet
?
Sel.
Ho
good
fellow
,
sawst
thou
not
the
King
?
Hobs.
No
good
fellow
,
I
saw
no
King
,
which
King
doost
thou
aske
for
.
How.
Why
King
Edward
,
what
King
is
there
else
?
Hob.
Theres
another
King
and
ye
could
hit
on
him
,
one
Harrie
,
one
Harrie
,
and
by
our
Ladie
they
say
,
hees
the
honester
man
of
the
two
.
Sel.
Sirra
beware
you
speake
not
treason
.
Hob.
What
if
I
doe
?
Sell.
Then
thoult
be
hangde
.
Hob.
A
dogs
death
,
Ile
not
meddle
with
it
,
for
by
my
troth
I
know
not
when
I
speake
treason
,
when
I
do
not
,
theres
such
halting
betwixt
two
Kings
,
that
a
man
cannot
goe
vpright
,
but
he
shal
offend
tone
of
them
,
I
would
God
had
them
both
for
me
.
How.
Well
,
thou
sawst
not
the
King
?
Hob.
No
,
is
he
in
the
countrie
?
How.
Hees
hunting
here
at
Drayton
Basset
.
Hob.
The
deuill
he
is
,
God
blesse
his
Mastership
:
I
saw
a
woman
here
that
they
said
was
the
Quéene
,
shees
as
like
my
daughter
,
but
my
daughter
is
the
fairer
,
as
euer
I
sée
.
Sell.
Fare
well
fellow
,
speake
well
of
the
King
,
Exeunt
.
Hob.
God
make
him
an
honest
man
,
I
hope
thats
well
spoken
,
for
byth
mouse
foot
,
some
giue
him
hard
words
,
whether
be
serues
vm
or
not
,
let
him
looke
to
that
,
ile
meddle
of
my
cow
hide
,
and
let
the
world
slide
.
Enter
the
king
disguised
.
The
diuell
in
a
dung
cart
,
how
these
roysters
swarme
in
the
countrie
now
the
King
is
so
neere
?
God
liuer
me
from
this
,
for
this
lookse
like
a
cheese
,
but
a
man
cannot
tell
amongst
these
Courtnoles
whose
true
.
K.
Ed.
Holla
my
friend
,
good
fellow
pre
thée
stay
.
Hob.
No
such
matter
,
I
haue
more
haste
of
my
way
.
K.
Ed.
If
thou
be
a
good
fellow
,
let
me
borrow
a
word
.
Hob.
My
purse
thou
meanest
,
I
am
no
good
fellow
,
and
I
pray
God
thou
beest
not
one
.
K.
Ed.
Why
?
dost
thou
not
loue
a
good
fellow
?
Hobs.
No
,
good
fellowes
be
theeues
.
K.
Ed.
Dost
thou
thinke
I
am
one
?
Hob.
Thought
is
frée
,
and
thou
art
not
my
ghostly
father
.
K.
Ed.
I
meane
thée
no
harme
.
Hob.
Who
knowes
that
but
thy selfe
?
I
pray
God
he
spie
not
my
purse
.
K.
Ed.
On
my
troth
I
meane
shee
none
.
Hob.
Upon
thy
oth
ile
stay
:
now
,
what
saist
thou
to
me
?
Speake
quickly
,
for
my
companie
staies
for
me
beneath
at
the
next
stile
.
K.
Ed.
The
King
is
hunting
hereabouts
,
didst
thou
see
his
Maiestie
?
Hob.
His
maiestie
,
whats
that
?
his
horse
,
or
his
mare
?
K.
Ed.
Tush
,
I
meane
his
Grace
.
Hob.
Grace
quotha
?
pray
God
he
haue
any
:
which
King
dost
thou
quire
for
?
K.
Ed.
Why
for
King
Edward
,
knowst
thou
anie
more
Kings
then
one
?
Hob.
I
know
not
so
many
,
for
I
tel
thee
I
know
none
,
marrie
I
heare
of
King
Edward
.
K.
Ed.
Didst
thou
see
his
Highnesse
?
Hob.
By
my
hollidame
,
thats
the
best
tearme
thou
gaust
him
yet
,
hees
high
inough
,
but
hee
has
put
poore
King
Harrie
low
inough
.
K.
Ed.
How
low
hath
he
put
him
?
Hob.
Nay
,
I
cannot
tel
,
but
he
has
put
him
down
,
for
he
has
got
the
crowne
,
much
good
doot
him
with
it
.
K.
Ed.
Amen
,
I
like
thy
talk
so
wel
,
I
would
I
knew
thy
name
.
Hob.
Dost
thou
not
know
mee
?
K.
Ed.
No
.
Hobs.
Then
thou
knowest
no bodie
:
didst
neuer
heare
of
Iohn
Hobs
the
Tanner
of
Tamworth
?
K.
Ed.
Not
till
now
I
promise
thee
,
but
now
I
like
thee
wel
.
Hobs.
So
do
not
I
thee
,
I
feare
thou
art
some
out-rider
,
that
liues
by
taking
of
purses
here
on
Bassets
heath
,
but
I
feare
thée
not
,
for
I
haue
wared
all
my
money
in
Cowhides
,
at
Colesill
market
,
and
my
man
&
my
mare
are
hard
by
at
the
hill
foote
.
K.
Ed.
Is
that
thy
grey
mare
thats
tide
at
the
stile
with
the
h●es
on
her
backe
'
:
Hobs.
Thats
Brocke
my
mare
,
and
theres
Dunne
my
nag
,
and
Dadgeon
my
man
.
K.
Ed.
Theres
neither
man
nor
horse
,
but
onely
one
mare
.
Hob.
Gods
blew
budkin
,
has
the
knaue
serud
me
so
?
farewel
,
I
may
loose
his
,
horns
,
and
mare
&
all
,
by
prating
with
thee
.
K.
Ed.
Tarry
man
,
tarry
,
theile
sooner
take
my
gelding
then
thy
gray
mare
,
for
I
haue
tide
mine
by
her
.
Hobs.
That
will
I
see
afore
ile
take
your
word
.
K.
Ed.
Ile
beare
thée
companie
.
Hob.
I
had
as
lieue
go
alone
:
Exeunt
.
Enter
the
two
huntsmen
againe
with
the
Bowes
.
1
Hunts.
Now
on
my
troth
the
Queene
shoots
passing
wel
.
2.
Hunts.
So
did
the
Dutchesse
when
she
was
as
young
.
1.
Hunts.
Age
shakes
the
hand
,
and
shoots
both
wide
&
short
:
2.
Hunts.
What
haue
they
giuen
vs
?
1.
Hunts.
S●re
rose
nobles
lust
:
2.
Hunts.
The
Queene
gaue
foure
.
1.
Hunts.
True
,
and
the
Dutchesse
twaine
.
2.
Hunts.
O
were
we
euer
so
paide
for
our
paine
.
1.
Hunts.
Tut
,
had
the
King
come
,
as
they
said
he
would
,
he
would
haue
rainde
vpon
vs
showres
of
gold
.
2
Hunts.
Why
he
is
hunting
some where
here
about
,
lets
first
go
drinke
,
and
then
go
seeke
him
out
.
Exeunt
.
Enter
King
Edward
againe
,
and
Hobs.
K.
Ed
How
saist
thou
Tanner
,
wilt
thou
take
my
courser
for
thy
mare
?
Ho.
Courser
callst
thou
him
?
so
ill
mought
I
fare
,
thy
skittish
iade
will
neuer
abide
,
to
carry
my
lether
,
my
hornes
nor
hide
.
But
if
I
were
so
mad
to
scorce
,
what
boote
wouldst
thou
giue
nice
?
K.
Ed.
May
boote
,
thats
boote
woorthie
,
I
looke
for
boot
of
thée
.
Hob.
Ha
,
ha
,
a
merrie
Iigge
,
why
man
,
Brocke
my
mare
knowes
ha
and
ree
,
and
will
stand
when
I
crie
ho
,
and
let
me
get
vp
and
downe
,
and
make
water
when
I
doe
.
Ed.
Ile
giue
thee
a
Noble
if
I
like
her
pace
,
lay
thy
Cowhides
in
my
saddle
,
and
lets
iog
towards
Drayton
.
Hob.
It's
out
of
my
way
,
but
I
begin
to
like
thee
well
.
Ed.
Thou
wilt
like
me
better
before
we
doe
part
,
I
pray
thée
tell
mee
,
what
say
they
of
the
King
?
Hob.
Of
the
kings
thou
mean'st
,
art
thou
no
blab
if
I
tel
thée
.
Ed.
If
the
King
know't
not
now
,
hee
shall
neuer
know
it
for
mee
.
Hob.
Masse
they
say
King
Harrie's
a
very
aduowtrie
man
.
King
.
A
deuout
man
,
and
whats
King
Edward
?
Hob.
Hees
a
franke
franion
,
a
merrie
companion
,
and
loues
a
wench
well
,
they
say
he
has
married
a
poore
widdow
because
shees
faire
.
King
.
Dost
thou
like
him
the
worse
for
that
?
Hob.
No
by
my
feckens
,
but
the
better
,
for
though
I
bee
a
plaine
Tanner
,
I
loue
a
faire
lasse
my selfe
.
King
.
Prée
tell
mee
,
how
loue
they
King
Edward
?
Hob.
Faith
as
poore
folks
loue
hollidaies
,
glad
to
haue
them
now
and
then
,
but
to
haue
them
come
too
often
,
will
vndo
them
,
so
to
sée
the
king
now
and
then
ti's
comfort
,
but
euerie
day
would
begger
vs
,
and
I
may
to
thée
,
we
feare
wée
shalbe
troubled
to
lend
him
no
money
,
for
we
doubt
hees
but
néedie
.
King
.
Wouldst
thou
lend
him
no
money
if
he
should
neede
?
Hob.
By
my
hallidome
yes
,
he
shall
haue
halfe
my
store
,
and
ile
sell
sole
leather
to
helpe
him
to
more
.
King
.
Faith
whether
louest
thou
better
Harry
or
Edward
.
Hob.
Nay
,
thats
coúnsel
,
&
two
may
kéep
it
,
if
one
be
a
way
.
Kin.
Shal
I
say
my
conscience
?
I
think
Harry
is
the
true
king
.
Hob.
Art
aduisde
of
that
?
Harrie's
of
the
old
house
of
Lancasher
,
and
that
progenitie
do
I
loue
.
K.
And
thou
dost
not
hate
the
house
of
Yorke
?
H.
Why
no
,
for
I
am
iust
a
kin
to
Sutton
Wind-mill
,
I
can
grinde
which
way
so ere
the
wind
blow
,
if
it
bee
Harrie
I
can
say
wel
fare
Lancaster
,
if
it
be
Edward
I
can
sing
,
Yorke
,
Yorke
for
my
monse
.
Kin.
Thou
art
of
my
mind
,
but
I
say
Harrie's
the
lawfull
King
,
Edward
is
but
an
vsurper
,
and
a
foole
and
a
coward
.
H.
Nay
there
thou
lyest
,
he
has
wit
inough
,
and
courage
inough
,
doe
thou
not
speake
treason
?
King
.
I
,
but
I
know
to
whom
I
speake
it
.
Hob.
Dost
thou
?
well
if
I
were
Constable
,
I
shoulde
be
forsworne
if
I
set
thee
not
in
the
stockes
for
it
.
King
.
Well
let
it
go
no
further
,
for
I
did
serue
King
Harrie
and
I
loue
him
best
,
though
now
I
serue
King
Edward
.
Hob.
Thou
art
the
arranter
knaue
to
speake
ill
of
thy
maister
,
but
sirra
whats
thy
name
,
what
office
hast
thou
?
and
what
will
the
King
doe
for
thee
?
King
.
My
name
is
Ned
,
I
am
the
Kings
Butler
,
and
he
wil
do
more
for
me
,
then
for
any
Noble
man
in
the
Court
.
Hob.
The
diuel
he
wil
,
hees
the
more
foole
,
and
so
ile
tel
him
,
if
ere
I
see
him
,
&
I
would
I
might
sée
him
in
my
poore
house
at
Tamworth
.
K.
Go
with
me
to
the
Court
and
ile
bring
thée
to
the
king
,
&
what
sute
so ere
thou
haue
to
him
,
the
warrant
thée
to
speede
H.
I
ha
nothing
to
do
at
Court
,
ile
home
with
my
cowhids
,
and
if
the
King
will
come
to
me
he
shall
be
welcome
.
K.
Hast
thou
no
sute
touching
thy
trade
,
to
transport
hides
or
sell
leather
onely
in
a
certaine
circuite
,
or
about
Barke
,
or
such
like
,
to
haue
letters
pattents
?
H.
By
the
Masse
and
the
Mattens
I
like
not
those
Pattents
,
sirra
they
that
haue
them
,
doe
as
the
Priests
did
in
old
time
,
buy
and
sell
the
sinnes
of
the
people
,
so
they
make
the
King
beléeue
they
mend
whats
amisse
,
and
for
money
they
make
the
thing
worse
then
it
is
,
theres
another
thing
in
too
,
the
mor
is
the
pitie
?
K.
What
pittie
Iohn
Hobs
?
I
prée
say
all
.
Hobs.
Faith
ti's
pittie
that
one
subica
should
haue
in
his
hand
that
might
do
good
to
many
through
the
land
.
K.
Satest
thou
me
so
Tanner
well
lets
cast
lots
whether
thou
shalt
go
with
me
to
Drayton
,
or
I
go
home
with
thee
to
Tamworth
.
H.
Lot
me
no
lotting
,
ile
not
goe
with
thee
,
if
thou
wilt
go
with
me
,
cause
thart
my
Leiges
man
(
and
yet
I
thinke
bee
has
many
honester
)
thou
shalt
bee
welcome
to
Iohn
Hobs
,
thou
shalt
be
welcome
to
biefe
and
bacon
,
and
perhaps
a
bag-pudding
,
and
my
daughter
Nell
shall
pop
a
possett
vpon
thee
when
thou
gost
to
bed
.
K.
Heres
my
hand
,
ile
but
go
&
see
the
King
seru'de
,
and
Ile
be
at
home
as
soone
as
thy selfe
.
H.
Dost
thou
heare
me
Ned
?
if
I
shall
be
thy
host
,
Make
haste
thou
art
best
,
for
feare
thou
kisse
the
Post
.
Exit
,
Hobs.
K.
Farewell
Iohn
Hobs
,
the
honest
true
Tanner
I
see
plaine
men
by
obseruation
,
Of
things
that
alter
in
the
chaunge
of
times
,
Doghter
knowledge
,
and
the
meanest
life
,
Proportioned
with
content
sufficiencie
,
Is
merier
then
the
mightie
state
of
Kings
.
Enters
How.
an
Sellinger
.
Now
now
?
what
newes
bring
ye
sirs
,
Wheres
the
Queene
?
Sel.
Her
Highnes
and
your
mother
my
dread
Lord
,
Are
both
inuited
by
Sir
Humphrey
Bowes
,
Where
they
entend
to
feast
and
lodge
this
night
,
And
do
expect
your
Graces
presence
there
.
K.
Tom
Sellinger
I
haue
other
busines
;
Astray
from
you
and
all
my
other
traine
,
I
met
a
Tanner
,
such
a
merrie
mate
,
So
frolicke
,
and
so
full
of
good
conceit
,
That
I
haue
giuen
my
word
to
be
his
guest
,
Because
he
knowes
me
not
to
be
the
King
:
Good
Cosen
Howard
grudge
not
at
the
lest
,
But
greete
my
mother
and
my
wife
from
mee
,
Bid
them
be
merrie
,
I
must
haue
my
humor
,
Let
them
both
sup
and
sléepe
when
they
see
time
,
Commend
me
kindly
to
Sir
Humphrey
Bowes
,
Tell
him
at
breakefast
I
will
visite
him
.
This
night
Tom
Sellinger
and
I
must
feast
With
Hobs
the
Tanner
,
there
plaine
Ned
&
Tom
.
No
King
nor
Sellinger
for
a
thousand
pound
.
Enter
a
Messenger
booted
with
letters
,
and
kneeling
giues
them
to
the
King
.
How.
The
Queen
&
Dutches
will
be
discontent
,
Because
his
Highnes
comes
not
to
the
feast
.
Sel.
Sir
Humphrey
Bowes
may
take
the
most
conceit
,
But
whats
the
end
,
the
King
will
haue
his
pleasure
?
King
.
Good
newes
my
boyes
,
Harrie
the
sixt
is
dead
,
peruse
that
letter
:
sirra
,
drinke
you
that
,
giues
his
purse
,
and
stay
not
but
poste
backe
againe
for
life
,
and
thanke
my
brother
Gloster
for
his
newes
,
commende
me
to
him
,
ile
see
him
to morrow
night
.
How
like
yée
it
sirs
?
Exit
Messenger
.
Sel.
O
passing
well
my
Liege
,
you
may
be
merrie
for
these
happie
newes
.
King
.
The
merrier
with
our
host
the
Tanner
Tom
,
My
Lord
take
you
that
letter
to
the
Ladies
,
Bidde
them
be
merrie
with
that
second
course
,
And
if
wee
see
them
not
before
wee
goe
,
Pray
them
to
iourney
easily
after
vs
,
Wéele
post
to
London
,
so
good
night
my
Lord
.
Exeunt
.
Enter
Hobs
and
his
daughter
Nell
.
Hobs.
Come
Nell
,
come
daughter
,
is
your
hands
and
your
face
washed
?
Nell
.
I
forsooth
Father
.
Hob.
Yee
must
bee
cleanely
I
tell
yee
,
for
there
comes
a
Courtnole
hither
to night
,
the
kings
master
ships
Butler
,
Ned
,
a
spruce
youth
,
but
beware
ye
be
not
in
loue
nor
ouertaken
by
him
,
for
Courtiers
be
slipperie
lads
.
Nell
.
No
forsooth
father
.
Hobs.
Gods
blessing
on
thee
,
that
halfe
yéeres
schooling
at
Liechfield
,
was
better
to
thee
then
house
and
land
,
it
has
put
such
manners
into
thee
,
I
forsooth
and
no
forsooth
at
euerie
word
,
yee
haue
a
cleane
smocke
on
.
I
like
your
apparrel
well
,
is
supper
readie
?
Nell
.
I
forsooth
father
.
Hobs.
Haue
wee
a
good
barley
bagpudding
,
a
péece
of
fat
Bacon
,
a
good
cow
heele
,
a
hard
cheese
,
and
a
browne
loafe
.
Nell
.
All
this
forsooth
,
and
more
,
yee
shall
haue
a
posset
,
but
indeed
the
rats
haue
spoyled
your
hard
cheese
.
Hobs.
Now
the
diuell
choake
them
,
so
they
haue
eate
mee
a
farthing
candle
the
other
night
.
Dudgeon
within
.
What
maister
maister
.
Hobs.
How
now
knaue
,
what
faist
thou
Dudgeon
?
Dud.
Heres
guests
come
,
wheres
Hellen
?
Hobs.
What
guests
be
they
?
Dud.
A
courtnole
,
one
Ned
the
kings
Butcher
he
sayes
,
and
his
friends
too
.
Hobs.
Ned
the
kings
butcher
?
ha
,
ha
,
the
kings
butler
,
take
their
horses
,
and
walke
them
,
and
bid
them
come
neare
house
,
Nell
lay
the
cloth
,
and
clap
supper
oth
boord
.
Exit
Nell
.
Enter
King
Edward
and
Sellenger
.
Mas
heres
Ned
indeed
and
another
misproud
ruffian
,
Welcome
Ned
,
I
like
thy
honestie
,
thou
keepest
promise
.
K.
Ed.
I faith
honest
Tanner
,
ile
euer
keep
promise
with
thée
,
pre
thee
bid
my
friend
welcome
.
Hobs.
By
my
troth
ye
are
both
welcome
to
Tamwoorth
:
friend
I
know
not
your
name
.
Sel.
My
name
is
Tom
Twist
?
Hobs.
Beleeue
ye
that
list
:
but
ye
are
welcome
both
,
and
I
like
you
both
well
but
for
one
thing
.
Sel.
Whats
that
?
Hobs.
Nay
that
I
keepe
to
my selfe
,
for
I
sigh
to
see
and
thinke
,
that
pride
brings
many
one
to
extraction
.
King
.
Pre
thee
tell
vs
thy
meaning
.
Hobs.
Troth
I
doubt
ye
nere
came
truly
by
all
these
gay
ragges
.
Tis
not
your
bare
wages
and
thinne
fees
yee
haue
of
the
King
,
can
keepe
ye
thus
fine
,
but
eyther
yee
must
rob
the
King
priuily
,
or
his
subiectes
openly
,
to
maintaine
your
probicallitie
.
Sel.
Thinkest
thou
so
Tanner
:
Hobs.
Tis
no
matter
what
I
thinke
,
come
lets
go
to
supper
,
What
Nell
,
what
Dudgeon
,
where
be
these
folkes
?
Enter
Nell
and
Dudgeon
,
with
a
Table
couered
.
Daughter
bid
my
friends
welcome
.
Nell
.
Ye
are
welcome
Gentlemen
as
I
may
say
.
Sell.
I
thanke
yee
faire
maid
.
kisse
her
both
.
King
.
A
prettie
wench
be
my
faye
.
Hobs.
How
likest
her
Ned
?
King
.
I
like
her
so
well
,
I
would
yee
would
make
mée
your
sonne
in
law
.
Hobs.
And
I
like
thée
so
well
Ned
,
that
hadst
thou
an
occupation
,
for
seruice
is
no
heritage
,
a
young
courtier
,
an
olde
begger
,
I
could
finde
in
my
heart
to
cast
her
away
vpon
thée
,
and
if
thou
wilt
forsake
the
court
and
turne
Tanner
,
or
vind
thy selfe
to
a
shoomaker
in
Liechfield
,
Ile
giue
thee
twentie
nobles
readie
money
,
with
my
Nell
,
and
trust
thée
with
a
dicker
of
leather
,
to
set
vp
thy
trade
.
Sel.
Ned
he
offers
ye
faire
,
if
ye
haue
the
grace
to
take
it
.
King
.
He
does
indeed
,
Tom
,
and
hereafter
ile
tell
him
more
.
Hob.
Come
sit
downe
to
supper
:
go
to
Nell
,
no
more
sheeps
eies
,
ye
may
be
caught
I
tell
ye
,
these
be
licorish
lads
.
Nell
.
I
warrant
ye
father
,
yet
in
truth
Ned
is
a
very
proper
man
,
and
tother
may
serue
,
but
Neds
a
pearle
in
mine
eye
.
Hob.
Daughter
,
cal
Dudgeon
and
his
fellowes
,
weele
haue
a
thrée
men
song
,
to
make
our
guests
merrie
.
Exit
Nell
.
Nailes
what
courtnoles
are
yee
?
yéele
neither
talke
nor
eate
,
What
newes
at
the
court
?
do
somewhat
for
your
meat
.
King
.
Heauie
newes
there
,
King
Henrie
is
dead
.
H.
Thats
light
newes
&
merie
for
your
master
king
Edward
.
King
.
But
how
will
the
commons
take
it
?
Hob.
Well
,
God
be
with
good
King
Henrie
,
faith
the
commons
will
take
it
as
a
common
thing
,
deaths
an
honest
man
,
for
he
spares
not
the
King
:
for
as
one
comes
,
anothers
tane
away
,
and
seldome
comes
the
better
,
thats
all
we
say
.
Sellin.
Shrewdly
spoken
Tanner
by
my
faye
.
Hob.
Come
fill
me
a
cup
of
mother
Whetstones
ale
,
I
may
drinke
to
my
friendes
,
and
driue
downe
my
tale
.
Here
Ned
and
Tom
I
drinke
to
ye
:
and
yet
if
I
come
to
the
court
,
I
doubt
youle
not
know
me
.
Kin.
Yes
,
Tom
shal
be
thy
suretie
Tanner
I
wil
know
thée
.
Sel.
If
thou
dost
not
Ned
,
by
my
troth
I
beshrew
thee
.
King
.
I
drinke
to
my
wife
that
may
be
.
Sel.
Faith
Ned
thou
maist
liue
to
make
her
a
Ladie
.
King
.
Tush
,
her
father
offers
nothing
,
hauing
no
more
children
but
her
.
Hob.
I
would
I
had
not
,
condition
she
had
all
.
But
I
haue
a
knaue
to
my
son
,
I
remember
him
by
you
,
euen
such
an
●thrist
as
one
of
you
two
,
that
spends
all
on
gay
cloathes
and
new
fashions
,
and
no
work
wil
downe
with
him
,
that
I
feare
héele
be
hangd
,
God
blesse
you
from
a
better
fortune
,
yet
you
weare
such
filthie
bréeks
,
Lord
,
were
not
this
a
good
fashion
?
yes
,
and
would
saue
many
a
faire
penie
.
King
.
Let
that
passe
,
and
let
vs
heare
your
song
.
Hob.
Agréed
,
agréed
,
come
,
sol
,
sol
,
sol
,
fa
,
fa
,
fa
,
say
Dudgeon
.
Here
they
sing
the
threemans
Song
.
Agencourt
,
Agencourt
,
know
ye
not
Agencourt
.
Where
the
English
slew
and
hurt
,
all
the
French
foemen
:
With
our
Gunnes
and
billes
browne
,
O
the
French
were
beaten
downe
,
Morrys
pikes
and
bowmen
,
&c.
Sel.
Well
sung
good
fellowes
,
I
would
the
King
heard
yee
.
Hob.
So
should
I faith
,
I
shoulde
straine
a
noate
for
him
:
Come
take
away
,
and
lets
to
bed
,
yee
shall
haue
cleane
sheets
Ned
,
but
they
be
course
,
good
strong
hempe
,
of
my
daughters
owne
spinning
and
I
tell
thee
,
your
Chamber
pot
,
must
be
a
faire
horne
,
a
badge
of
our
occupation
,
for
we
buy
no
bending
peauter
,
nor
bending
earth
.
King
.
No
matter
Hobs
,
wee
will
not
go
to
bed
.
Hobs.
What
then
?
King
.
Euen
what
thou
wilt
,
for
it
is
neere
day
.
Tanner
,
Gramercies
for
our
heartie
cheere
,
If
ere
it
be
thy
chance
to
come
to
court
,
Enquire
for
mee
Ned
the
Kings
butler
,
Or
Tom
of
the
Kings
chamber
my
companion
,
And
see
what
welcome
wee
will
giue
thee
there
.
Hobs.
I
haue
heard
of
courtiers
haue
said
as
much
as
you
,
and
when
they
haue
been
tride
,
would
not
bid
their
friendes
drinke
.
Sel.
We
are
none
such
,
let
our
horses
bee
brought
out
,
For
we
must
a
way
,
and
so
with
thanks
farewell
.
Hob.
Farewel
to
ye
both
,
commend
me
to
the
king
,
&
tel
him
I
would
haue
been
glad
to
haue
seen
his
worship
here
.
Exit
.
King
.
Come
Tom
for
London
,
horse
,
and
hence
away
.
Enter
the
Vice-admirall
and
the
Captaine
of
the
Ile
of
Wight
,
with
Falconbridge
bound
,
the
headsman
bearing
the
axe
before
him
.
Mor.
Thomas
Neuil
,
yet
hast
thou
gratious
time
Of
deer
repentance
,
now
discharge
thy
cōscience
,
Lay
open
thine
offences
to
the
world
,
That
we
may
witnesse
thou
doost
die
a
Christian
.
Fal.
Why
sir
Harry
Moorton
haue
you
arraignde
,
Condemnde
,
and
brought
me
to
this
place
,
Of
bloudie
execution
,
and
now
aske
,
If
I
be
guiltie
,
therein
doth
appeare
,
What
iustice
you
haue
vsed
,
call
you
this
law
?
Ca.
Thou
dost
mistake
our
meaning
Falconbridge
,
Wee
do
not
aske
as
being
ignorant
,
Of
thy
transgression
,
but
as
vrging
thee
,
To
heartie
sorrow
for
thy
vile
misdéeds
,
That
heauen
may
take
compassion
on
thy
soule
.
Fal.
How
charitable
you
would
séeme
to
bee't
:
I
feare
anon
youle
say
it
is
for
loue
,
You
bind
me
thus
,
and
bring
me
to
the
blocke
,
And
that
of
méere
affcaion
you
are
moude
To
cut
my
head
off
,
cunning
pollicie
:
Such
butchers
as
your selues
neuer
want
,
A
colour
to
excuse
your
slaughterous
minds
.
Mor.
We
butcher
thée
?
canst
thou
deny
thy self
,
But
thou
hast
béen
a
pyrate
on
the
sea
?
Canst
thou
denie
but
with
the
communaltie
Of
Kent
and
Essex
,
thou
didst
rise
in
armes
,
And
twise
assault
the
Cittie
London
,
where
Thou
twise
didst
take
repulse
,
and
since
that
time
,
Canst
thou
denie
,
that
being
fled
from
hence
,
Thou
ioynedst
in
con
federacie
with
Fraunce
,
And
camest
with
them
to
burn
Southampton
here
,
Are
these
no
faults
,
thou
shuldst
so
much
presume
,
To
cléere
thy selfe
,
and
lay
thy
bloud
on
vs
?
Fal.
Heare
me
sir
Harrie
,
since
we
must
dispute
.
Cap.
Dispute
unciuil
wretch
,
what
néeds
dispute
,
Did
not
the
Viceadmirall
héere
,
and
I
Incountring
with
the
Nauie
of
the
French
,
Attach
thee
in
a
ship
of
Normandie
,
And
wilt
thou
stand
vpon
thine
innocence
?
Dispatch
,
thou
art
as
rightfully
condemnde
As
euer
rebell
was
.
And
thou
shalt
die
.
Fal.
I
make
no
question
of
it
,
I
must
die
,
But
let
me
tell
you
how
I
scorne
your
threats
,
So
little
doo
I
reckon
of
the
name
Of
ougly
death
,
as
were
he
uisible
,
I'lde
wrastle
with
him
for
the
victorie
,
And
tugge
the
slaue
,
and
teare
him
with
my
téeth
,
But
I
would
make
him
stoope
to
Falconbridge
,
And
for
this
life
,
this
paltrie
brittle
life
,
This
blast
of
winde
which
you
haue
labourde
fo
,
By
iuries
,
sessions
,
and
I
know
not
what
,
To
rob
me
off
,
is
of
so
vile
repute
:
That
to
attaine
that
I
might
liue
mine
age
,
I
would
not
giue
the
value
of
a
poynt
,
You
cannot
be
so
cruell
to
afflict
,
But
I
will
bée
as
forward
to
indure
.
Mor.
Go
to
,
leaue
of
these
role
braues
of
thine
:
And
thinke
vpon
thy
soules
health
Falconbridge
.
Cap.
Submit
and
aske
forgiuenesse
of
thy
King
.
Fal.
What
King
?
Mor.
Why
Edward
of
the
house
of
Yorke
.
Fal.
He
is
no
King
of
mine
,
he
does
vsurpe
,
And
if
the
destinies
had
giuen
me
leaue
,
I
would
haue
told
him
so
before
this
time
,
And
puld
the
Diademe
from
off
his
head
.
Mo.
Thou
art
a
traitor
,
stop
thy
traitors
mouth
.
Fal.
I
am
no
traitor
,
Lancaster
is
King
,
If
that
be
treason
to
defend
his
right
,
What
ist
for
them
that
do
imprison
him
?
If
insurrection
to
aduance
his
scepter
,
What
fault
is
theirs
that
step
into
his
throane
?
Oh
God
,
thou
pour'dst
the
balme
vpon
his
head
,
Can
that
pure
vnction
be
wipte
off
againe
?
Thou
once
didst
crown
him
in
his
infancie
,
Shall
wicked
men
now
in
his
age
depose
him
?
Oh
pardon
me
,
if
I
expostulate
,
More
then
becomes
a
sinfull
man
to
doe
,
England
I
feare
thou
wilt
thy
folly
rue
.
Cap.
Thou
triflest
time
,
and
dost
but
wearie
vs
With
dilatorie
questions
,
make
an
end
,
Fal.
Indeed
the
end
of
all
kingdomes
must
end
,
Honour
and
riches
,
all
must
haue
an
end
.
And
he
that
thinkes
he
doth
the
most
preuaile
,
His
head
once
laid
,
there
resteth
but
a
tale
:
Come
fellow
,
do
thy
office
,
what
me thinks
,
Thou
lookest
as
if
thy
heart
were
in
thy
hose
,
Pull
vp
thy
spirits
,
it
will
be
quickly
done
,
A
blow
or
two
at
most
will
serue
the
turne
.
Head.
Forgiue
me
sir
your
death
.
Fal.
Forgiue
thée
?
I
and
giue
thoe
too
,
Hold
,
there
is
some
few
crowns
for
thée
to
drink
,
Tush
wéepe
not
man
,
giue
loosers
leaue
to
plaine
,
And
yet
ifaith
my
losse
I
count
a
gaine
,
First
let
me
see
,
is
thy
are
sharpe
inough
,
I
am
indifferent
,
wel
a
Gods
name
to
this
geare
,
Hea.
Come
&
yéeld
your
head
gently
to
the
block
,
Fal.
Gently
saist
thou
:
thou
wilt
not
vse
me
so
:
But
all
is
one
for
that
,
what
strength
hast
thou
,
Throughout
the
whole
proportion
of
thy
limbes
,
Reuoke
it
all
into
thy
manly
armes
,
And
spare
me
not
,
I
am
a
Gentleman
,
A
Neuill
and
a
Falconbridge
beside
,
Then
do
thy
worke
,
thou
maist
get
credit
by
it
,
For
if
thou
dost
not
,
I
must
tell
thee
plaine
,
I
shall
be
passing
angrie
when
tis
done
.
Head.
I
warrant
you
sir
,
none
in
the
land
shall
do
it
better
.
Fal.
Why
now
thou
pleasest
me
,
England
farewel
And
old
Plantagenet
,
if
thou
suruiue
,
Thinke
on
my
loue
,
although
it
did
not
thriue
.
He
is
led
forth
.
Mor.
As
for
his
head
,
it
shall
be
sent
with
spéed
To
London
,
and
the
promised
reward
,
Allotted
for
the
apprehending
him
,
Be
giuen
vnto
the
poore
of
Southhampton
here
:
How
say
you
Captaine
are
you
so
content
?
Cap.
With
all
my
heart
,
but
I
do
maruel
much
We
heare
not
of
the
messenger
we
sent
,
To
giue
the
King
intelligence
of
this
?
M.
Take
truce
with
your
surmises
,
here
he
comes
.
Enter
a
Messenger
.
Follow
it
séemes
that
thou
art
slow
of
gate
,
Or
verie
negligent
in
our
affaires
,
What
saies
King
Edward
to
our
seruice
done
?
Mes.
To
answere
you
directly
and
as
briefly
,
I
spoke
with
him
,
for
when
I
was
come
To
Drayton
Basset
,
where
they
said
he
was
,
Twas
told
me
there
,
that
euen
the
night
before
,
His
highnes
in
all
hast
,
was
rid
towards
London
:
The
occasion
,
Henries
death
within
the
Tower
,
Of
which
the
people
are
in
sundrie
tales
,
Some
thinking
he
was
murdred
,
some
againe
Supposing
that
he
died
a
naturall
death
.
Mor.
Well
how so ere
,
that
concernes
not
us
,
We
haue
to
doe
with
no
mans
death
,
but
his
,
That
for
his
treason
here
hath
lost
his
head
.
Come
let
vs
giue
direction
as
before
,
And
afterward
make
back
vnto
the
shore
.
Exeunt
.
Enter
the
Lord
Maior
in
his
scarlet
gowne
,
with
a
guilded
rapier
by
his
side
.
Ma.
I
marie
Crosbie
this
befits
thée
well
,
But
some
wil
marualle
that
with
a
scarlet
gown
,
I
weare
a
guilded
rapier
by
my
side
:
Why
let
them
know
,
I
was
knighted
in
the
field
For
my
good
seruice
to
my
Lord
the
king
,
And
therefore
I
may
weare
it
lawfully
,
In
Court
,
in
Cittie
,
or
at
any
royall
banquet
.
But
soft
Iohn
Crosbie
,
thou
forgetst
thy selfe
,
And
dost
not
mind
thy
birth
and
parentage
,
Where
thou
wast
born
,
&
whence
thou
art
deriu'd
,
I
do
not
shame
to
say
,
the
Hospitall
Of
London
was
my
chiefest
fostering
place
,
There
did
I
learne
,
that
neare
vnto
a
Crosse
,
Commonly
called
Cow
Crosse
neare
Islington
,
An
honest
Citizen
did
chaunce
to
find
me
,
A
poore
Shooemaker
by
trade
he
was
,
And
doubting
of
my
Chrystendome
or
no
,
Calde
me
according
to
the
place
he
found
me
,
Iohn
Crosbie
,
finding
me
so
by
a
Crosse
.
The
Maisters
of
the
Hospitall
at
further
yeares
,
Bound
me
apprentise
to
the
Grocers
trade
,
Wherin
God
pleasde
to
blesse
my
poore
endeuors
That
by
his
blessings
I
am
come
to
this
.
The
man
that
found
me
I
haue
well
requited
,
And
to
the
Hospitall
my
fostering
place
,
An
hundred
pound
a
yeare
I
giue
for
euer
,
Likewise
in
memorie
of
me
Iohn
Crosbie
In
Bishopgate
stréete
a
poore
house
haue
I
built
,
And
as
my
name
haue
called
it
Crosbie
house
,
And
when as
God
shall
take
me
from
this
life
,
In
little
S.
Hellens
will
I
be
buried
:
All
this
declares
,
I
boast
not
of
my
birth
,
But
found
on
earth
,
I
must
returne
to
earth
.
But
God
for
his
pittie
I
forget
my selfe
,
The
King
my
Soueraigne
Lord
wil
come
anone
,
And
nothing
is
as
yet
in
readines
.
Where
are
ye
cosin
Shoare
?
nay
where
is
Mistris
Shoare
?
Oh
I
am
sory
that
shee
staies
so
long
,
See
what
it
is
to
be
a
widower
,
And
lacke
a
Ladie
Maioresse
in
such
need
.
Enter
M.
Shoare
and
Mistresse
Shoare
.
Oh
are
ye
come
?
welcome
good
Cosin
Shoare
,
But
you
indéed
are
welcome
gentle
Niece
.
Needs
must
you
be
our
Ladie
Maioresse
now
,
And
helpe
vs
,
or
else
we
are
shamde
for
euer
,
Good
Cosin
still
thus
am
I
bolde
with
you
.
Sh.
With
all
my
heart
my
Lord
,
&
thank
ye
too
,
That
you
do
please
to
vse
our
homely
help
.
Ma.
Why
sée
how
neatly
she
bestirs
her selfe
,
And
in
good
sooth
makes
huswifery
to
shine
?
Ah
had
my
Ladie
Maioresse
liu'de
to
see
Faire
Mistresse
Shoare
thus
beautifie
her
house
,
She
would
haue
beene
not
little
proud
thereof
.
Iane
.
Well
my
Lord
Maior
I
thanke
you
for
that
flout
,
But
let
his
Highnesse
now
come
when
he
please
,
All
things
are
in
a
perfect
readines
.
They
bring
forth
a
Table
,
and
serue
in
the
banquet
.
Maio.
The
more
am
I
beholding
Niece
to
you
,
That
take
such
paines
to
saue
our
credit
now
:
My
seruants
are
so
slacke
,
his
Maiestie
,
Might
haue
béene
here
before
we
were
preparde
,
But
peace
here
comes
his
Highnes
.
The
Trumpets
sound
,
and
enters
king
Edward
,
How
.
Sellinger
,
and
the
traine
.
K.
Now
my
Lord
Maior
,
haue
we
not
kept
our
word
?
Because
we
could
not
stay
to
dine
with
you
:
At
our
departure
hence
,
we
promised
,
First
food
we
tasted
at
our
backe
returne
,
Should
be
with
you
,
still
yeelding
heartie
thanks
,
To
you
and
all
our
London
Cittizens
,
For
the
great
seruice
which
you
did
performe
Against
that
bold
fac'de
rebell
Falconbridge
.
M.
My
gracious
Lord
what
then
we
did
,
We
did
account
no
more
then
was
our
dutie
,
Thereto
obliged
by
true
subic
as
zeale
,
And
may
he
neuer
liue
that
not
defends
,
The
honor
of
his
king
and
countrie
:
Next
thanke
I
God
,
it
likes
your
Maiestie
,
To
blesse
my
poore
roofe
,
with
your
royall
presence
,
To
me
could
come
no
greater
happines
.
K.
Thanks
good
Lord
Maior
,
but
wheres
my
Ladie
Maioresse
,
I
hope
that
she
will
bid
vs
welcome
too
.
M.
Shee
would
my
Liedge
,
and
with
no
little
ioy
,
Had
shée
but
liu'd
to
see
this
blessed
day
,
But
in
her
sreed
this
Gentle
woman
here
,
My
Cosins
wife
,
that
office
will
supply
:
How
say
you
mistresse
Shoare
?
K.
How
?
mistresse
Shoare
?
what
not
his
wife
That
did
refuse
his
knighthood
at
our
hand
?
Ma.
The
verie
same
my
Lord
and
here
hée
is
.
K.
What
M.
Shoare
,
we
are
your
debter
still
,
But
by
Gods
grace
entend
not
so
to
die
:
And
Gentlewoman
,
now
before
your
face
,
I
must
condemne
him
of
discourtesie
,
Yea
,
and
of
great
wrong
that
he
hath
offred
you
,
For
you
had
béene
a
Ladie
but
for
him
.
He
was
in
fault
,
trust
me
he
was
to
blame
,
To
hinder
vertue
of
her
due
by
right
.
Ia.
My
gracious
L.
my
poore
&
humble
thoughts
,
Nere
had
an
eye
to
such
vnworthinesse
,
And
though
some
hold
it
as
a
maxime
,
That
womens
minds
by
nature
doo
aspire
,
Yet
how
both
God
and
M.
Shoare
I
thanke
For
my
continuance
in
this
humble
state
,
And
likewise
how
I
loue
your
Maiestie
:
For
gracious
sufferance
that
it
may
be
so
:
Heauen
beare
true
record
of
my
inward
soule
:
Now
it
remaines
,
on
my
Lord
Maiors
behalfe
,
I
doe
such
dutie
as
becommeth
me
,
To
bid
your
Highnesse
welcome
to
his
house
,
Were
welcomes
vertue
powerfull
in
my
word
,
The
King
of
England
should
not
doubt
thereof
.
K.
Nor
do
I
mistris
Shoare
,
now
my
Lo.
Maior
Edward
dare
boldly
sweare
that
he
is
welcome
,
You
spake
the
word
well
,
verie
well
ifaith
,
But
mistris
Shoare
her
tongue
hath
guilded
it
,
Tell
me
Cosin
Howard
and
Tom
Sellinger
,
Had
euer
Cittizen
so
faire
a
wife
?
How.
Of
flesh
and
bloud
I
neuer
did
behold
,
A
woman
euerie
way
so
absolute
.
Sel.
Nor
I
my
Liedge
,
were
Sellinger
a
King
,
He
could
afford
Shoares
wife
to
be
a
Quéene
.
K.
Why
how
now
Tom
?
Nay
rather
how
now
Ned
?
What
chaunge
is
this
?
proud
,
saucie
roauing
eye
,
What
whisperst
in
my
brain
,
that
she
is
faire
?
I
know
it
,
I
sée
it
,
fayrer
then
my
Quéene
?
Wilt
thou
maintain
it
?
what
&
thou
traitor
heart
,
Wouldst
thou
shake
hands
in
this
conspiracie
?
Downe
rebell
,
backe
base
trecherous
conceit
,
I
will
not
credite
thée
,
my
Besse
is
faire
,
And
Shoares
wife
but
a
blouze
,
comparde
to
her
,
Come
let
vs
sit
,
here
will
I
take
my
place
.
And
my
Lord
Maior
,
fill
me
a
bowle
of
wine
,
That
I
may
drinke
to
your
elected
Maioresse
,
And
M.
Shoare
tell
me
how
like
you
this
,
My
L.
Maior
makes
your
wife
his
L.
Maioresse
?
Sho.
So
well
my
Lord
as
better
cannot
be
,
All
in
the
honor
of
your
Maiestie
.
The
Lord
Maior
brings
a
bowle
of
wine
,
&
humbly
on
his
knees
offers
it
to
the
king
.
Kin.
Nay
drinke
to
vs
L.
Maior
,
wéele
haue
it
so
,
Go
to
I
say
,
you
are
our
Taster
now
,
Drinke
then
,
and
we
will
pledge
yee
.
M.
Al
health
&
happines
to
my
soueraign
.
he
drinks
.
K.
Fill
full
our
cup
,
and
Ladie
Maioresse
,
This
tall
carowse
we
meane
to
drinke
to
you
,
And
you
must
pledge
vs
,
but
yet
no
more
,
Than
you
shall
please
to
answere
vs
withall
.
He
drinks
,
&
the
Trumpets
sound
,
then
wine
is
brought
to
her
,
and
she
offers
to
drinke
.
Nay
you
must
drinke
to
some body
,
yea
Tom
to
thee
?
Well
sirra
,
see
you
doe
her
right
:
For
Edward
would
,
oh
would
to
God
he
might
.
Yet
idle
eye
,
wilt
thou
be
gadding
still
?
Keepe
home
,
kéepe
home
,
for
feare
of
further
ill
.
Enter
a
Messenger
with
letters
.
How
now
?
letters
to
vs
,
from
whom
?
Mess.
My
Liedge
,
this
from
the
D.
of
Burgundy
.
And
this
is
from
the
Constable
of
Fraunce
.
K.
What
newes
from
them
?
He
opens
the
letter
and
reades
.
To
clayme
our
right
in
Fraunce
?
And
they
will
ayde
vs
,
yea
,
will
ye
so
?
But
other
ayde
must
ayde
vs
ere
we
goe
.
He
seemes
to
read
the
letters
but
glaunces
on
Mistresse
Shoare
in
his
reading
.
A
womans
aid
,
that
hath
more
power
then
France
To
crowne
vs
,
or
to
kill
vs
with
mischance
.
If
chast
resolue
be
to
such
beautie
tyed
,
Sue
how
thou
canst
,
thou
wilt
be
still
denied
,
Her
husband
hath
deserued
well
of
thee
,
Tut
,
loue
makes
no
respect
where ere
it
be
,
Thou
wrongst
thy
Quéene
:
euerie
enforced
ill
,
Must
be
endur'de
,
where
beautie
séekes
to
kill
:
Thou
seemst
to
read
,
onely
to
blind
their
eyes
,
Who
knowing
it
,
thy
folly
would
despise
.
He
starts
from
the
Table
.
Thanks
for
my
cheare
L.
Maior
,
I
am
not
well
,
I
know
not
how
to
take
these
newes
.
This
fit
I
meane
,
That
hath
bereft
me
of
all
reason
eleane
.
M.
God
shield
my
Soueraigne
.
K.
Nay
nothing
I
shall
be
well
anone
.
Ian.
May
it
please
your
Highnes
sit
.
K.
I
,
faine
with
thee
,
nay
we
must
néeds
be
gon
,
Cosin
Howard
conuey
these
letters
to
our
counsel
,
And
bid
them
giue
vs
their
aduise
of
them
,
Thanks
for
my
cheare
L.
Maior
,
farewell
to
you
And
farewell
Mistresse
Shoare
,
La.
Maioresse
I
should
say
,
It's
you
haue
causde
our
parting
at
this
time
.
Farewell
M.
Shoare
,
farewell
to
all
,
Weele
meet
once
more
to
make
amends
for
this
.
Exeunt
King
.
How.
and
Sel.
M.
Oh
God
here
to
be
ill
?
My
house
to
cause
my
Soueraignes
discontent
?
Cosin
Shoare
I
had
rather
spent
.
Sho.
Content
your selfe
my
L.
kings
haue
their
humors
,
The
letters
did
containe
somewhat
no
doubt
,
That
did
displease
him
.
Iane
.
So
my
Lord
thinke
I
,
But
by
Gods
helpe
he
will
be
well
againe
.
M.
I
hope
so
too
,
well
Cosin
for
your
paines
,
I
can
but
thanke
ye
,
chiefly
you
faire
Niece
,
At
night
I
pray
yée
both
come
sup
with
me
.
How
say
ye
?
will
yee
?
Sh.
Yes
my
Lord
wee
will
.
So
for
this
time
we
humbly
take
our
leaue
.
Exeunt
Shoare
and
his
wife
.
M.
Oh
now
the
sudden
sicknesse
of
my
Liedge
,
Afflictes
my
soule
with
many
passions
?
His
Highnes
did
entend
to
be
right
merrie
,
And
God
he
knowes
how
it
would
glad
my
soule
,
If
I
had
seene
his
Highnes
satisfied
With
the
poore
entertainement
of
his
Maior
,
His
humble
vassaile
,
whose
lands
,
whose
life
and
all
Are
,
and
in
dutie
must
be
alwaies
his
.
Well
,
God
I
trust
will
blesse
his
Graces
health
,
And
quickly
ease
him
of
his
sudden
fit
.
Take
away
there
ho
,
rid
this
place
,
And
God
of
heauen
blesse
my
Soueraignes
Grace
.
Exit
.
Enter
two
prentizes
preparing
the
Goldsmiths
Shop
with
plate
.
1.
Pren.
Sirra
Iacke
,
come
set
out
.
2.
Pren.
You
are
the
elder
Prentise
,
I
pray
you
do
it
,
least
my
mistris
talke
with
you
when
shée
comes
downe
,
what
is
it
a clocke
?
1.
Pren.
Sir
by
Alhallowes
.
2.
Pren.
Lying
and
stealing
will
bring
ye
to
the
Gallowes
.
Is
here
all
the
plate
?
1.
Pren.
I
that
must
serue
to day
,
Where
is
the
weights
and
ballance
?
2.
Pr.
All
readie
,
harke
my
mistris
comes
.
Exit
1.
Pren.
Enter
Mistris
Shoare
with
her
worke
in
her
hand
.
Iane
.
Sir
boy
,
while
I
attend
the
shop
my selfe
,
See
if
the
workeman
haue
dispatcht
the
Cup
,
How
many
ounces
weighes
it
:
2.
Pren.
Twentie
forsooth
.
Iane
.
What
said
the
Gentleman
to
the
fashion
?
2.
Pren.
He
told
my
maister
I
was
not
within
.
Iane
.
Go
sir
make
hast
,
your
M.
is
in
Cheapeside
:
Take
heed
ye
were
best
your
loytring
be
not
spide
.
The
boy
departs
,
&
she
sits
sowing
in
her
shop
.
Enter
the
king
disguised
.
K.
Well
fare
a
case
to
put
a
King
in
yet
,
Good
mistris
Shoare
this
doth
your
loue
procure
,
This
shape
is
secret
,
and
I
hope
ti's
sure
,
The
Wlatermen
that
daily
vse
the
Court
,
And
see
me
often
,
knew
me
not
in
this
,
At
Lyon
key
I
landed
in
their
view
,
Yet
none
of
them
tooke
knowledge
of
the
King
,
If
any
gallant
striue
to
haue
the
wall
,
Ile
yéelde
it
gently
:
Soft
here
must
I
turne
,
Heeres
Lumbard
stréete
,
and
heres
the
Pellican
,
And
theres
the
Phenix
in
the
Pellicans
nest
,
O
rare
perfection
of
rich
natures
worke
,
Bright
twinkling
sparke
of
pretious
Diamond
,
Of
greater
value
then
all
India
,
Were
there
no
Sunne
,
by
whose
kind
louely
heat
The
earth
brings
forth
those
stones
we
hold
of
prize
,
Her
radiant
eyes
deiected
to
the
ground
,
Would
turne
each
peble
to
a
Diamond
.
Gaze
gréedie
eies
and
be
not
satisfied
,
Till
you
finde
rest
,
where
hearts
desire
doth
bide
.
Ia.
What
would
you
buy
sir
that
you
looke
on
here
?
K.
Your
fairest
iewell
,
bée
it
not
too
deare
.
First
how
this
Saphyre
mistris
that
you
weare
?
Iane
.
Sir
it
is
right
that
will
I
warrant
yee
,
No
Ieweller
in
London
showes
a
better
.
K.
No
,
nor
the
like
,
you
praise
it
passing
well
.
Iane
.
Do
I
no
?
,
if
some
Lapidary
had
the
stone
,
more
would
not
buy
it
then
I
can
demaund
.
Tis
as
well
set
I
thinke
as
ere
yee
saw
.
K.
Ed.
Tis
set
indeed
vpon
the
fairest
hand
,
that
ere
I
saw
.
Iane
.
You
are
disposde
to
iest
,
but
for
value
,
his
Maiestis
might
weare
it
.
K.
Ed.
Might
he
ifaith
?
Iane
.
Sir
tis
the
ring
I
meane
.
K.
Ed.
I
meant
the
hand
.
Iane
.
You
are
a
merrie
man
,
I
see
you
come
to
cheape
,
and
not
to
buy
.
K.
Ed.
Yet
hée
that
offers
fairer
then
ile
doe
,
shal
hardly
find
a
partner
in
his
bargaine
.
Iane
.
Perhaps
in
buying
things
of
so
smal
value
?
King
.
Rather
because
no
wealth
can
purchase
it
.
Ian.
He
were
too
fond
,
that
would
so
highly
prize
,
The
thing
which
once
was
giuen
away
for
loue
.
Kin.
His
hap
was
good
that
came
so
easily
by
it
.
Iane
.
The
gift
so
small
,
that
askte
,
who
could
denie
it
?
King
.
Oh
she
gaue
more
,
that
such
a
gift
then
gaue
,
Then
earth
ere
had
,
or
world
shall
euer
haue
.
Iane
.
His
hap
is
ill
,
should
it
be
as
you
say
,
That
hauing
giuen
him
what
you
rate
so
high
,
And
yet
is
still
the
poorer
by
the
match
.
King
.
That
easely
prooues
he
doth
not
know
the
worth
.
Iane
.
Yet
hauing
had
the
vse
of
it
so
long
,
It
rather
prooues
you
ouer
rate
the
thing
,
He
being
a
chapman
,
as
it
séemes
you
are
.
King
.
Indéed
none
should
aduenture
on
the
thing
,
Thats
to
bée
purchast
onely
by
a
King
.
Iane
.
If
Kings
loue
that
,
which
no
man
else
respects
,
It
may
be
so
,
else
do
I
sée
small
reason
,
A
King
should
take
delight
in
such
course
stuffe
.
King
.
Liues
there
a
King
,
that
would
not
giue
his
crowne
,
To
purchase
such
a
kingdome
of
content
?
Iane
.
In
my
conceit
,
right
well
you
aske
that
question
.
The
world
I
thinke
containes
not
such
fond
king
.
King
.
Why
mistresse
Shoare
,
I
am
the
man
will
do
it
.
Iane
.
Its
proudly
spoke
,
although
I
not
beléeue
it
,
Were
he
King
Edward
that
should
offer
it
.
King
.
But
shall
I
haue
it
?
Iane
.
Upon
what
acquaintance
?
King
.
Why
since
I
saw
thée
last
.
Iane
,
Where
was
that
?
K.
At
the
L.
Maiors
,
in
the
presence
of
the
King
.
Iane
.
I
haue
forgotten
that
I
saw
you
there
,
For
there
were
many
that
I
tooke
small
note
of
.
King
.
Of
me
you
did
,
and
we
had
some
discourse
.
Iane
.
You
are
deceiued
Sir
,
I
had
then
no
time
,
For
my
attendance
on
his
maiestie
.
King
.
Ile
gage
my
hand
vnto
your
hand
of
that
,
Looke
well
vpon
me
.
He
discouers
himselfe
.
Iane
.
Now
I
beséech
you
let
this
strange
disguise
she
kneels
.
Excuse
my
boldnes
to
your
maiesty
.
What euer
we
possesse
is
all
your
highnesse
,
Onely
mine
honor
,
which
I
cannot
grant
,
K.
Onely
thy
loue
(
bright
angel
)
Edward
craues
,
For
which
I
thus
aduentured
to
sée
thée
.
Enter
Maister
Shoare
.
Ia.
But
here
comes
one
,
to
whom
I
only
gaue
it
.
And
he
I
doubt
will
say
you
shal
not
haue
it
.
King
.
Am
I
so
soone
cut
off
?
oh
spight
.
How
say
ye
mistris
,
will
ye
take
my
offer
?
Ia.
Indeed
I
cannot
sir
afford
it
so
.
King
.
Youle
not
be
offered
fairlier
I
beléeue
.
Iane
.
Indeed
you
offer
like
a
Gentleman
,
But
yet
the
iewel
will
not
so
be
left
.
Sho.
Sir
,
if
you
bid
not
too
much
vnder-foot
,
Ile
driue
the
bargaine
twixt
you
and
my
wife
.
K.
Alas
good
Shoare
,
my selfe
dare
answere
no
.
King
aside
.
Nothing
can
make
thée
such
a
iewel
forgoe
.
She
faith
you
shall
be
too
much
looser
by
it
.
Sho.
See
in
the
row
then
,
if
you
can
spéed
better
.
King
.
See
many
worlds
arow
,
affords
not
like
.
As
he
goes
forth
,
Shoare
lookes
earnestly
,
and
perceiues
it
is
the
king
,
whereat
he
seemeth
greatly
discontented
.
I.
Why
lookst
thou
Mat
?
knowst
thou
the
gentleman
?
Alas
what
ailes
thée
that
thou
lookst
so
pale
?
What
théere
swéet
hart
?
alas
,
where
hast
thou
béen
?
Sho.
Nay
nothing
Iane
,
know
you
the
Gentleman
?
Iane
.
Not
I
sweet
heart
,
alas
why
do
you
aske
?
Is
he
thine
enemie
?
Sho.
I
cannot
tell
,
What
came
hee
here
to
cheapen
at
our
shoppe
?
Iane
.
This
Iewell
loue
.
Sho.
Well
I
pray
God
he
came
for
nothing
else
.
Iane
.
Why
who
is
it
?
I
do
suspect
him
Shoare
.
That
you
demaund
thus
doubtedly
of
me
.
Sho.
Ah
Iane
,
it
is
the
King
.
Ia.
The
king
?
what
then
?
ist
for
that
thou
sighst
?
Were
he
a
thousand
kings
thou
hast
no
cause
To
feare
his
presence
,
or
suspect
my
lout
.
Sho.
I
know
I
haue
not
,
sée
he
comes
againe
.
The
king
enters
againe
,
muffled
in
his
cloake
.
King
.
Still
is
my
hindzer
there
?
be
patient
heart
,
Some
fitter
season
must
asswage
the
smart
.
What
will
ye
take
that
mistris
which
I
offred
ye
?
I
come
againe
sir
,
as
one
willing
to
buy
.
Iane
.
Indeed
I
cannot
sir
,
I
pray
ye
Deale
with
my
husband
,
heare
what
he
will
say
.
Sho.
Ile
sell
it
worth
your
money
,
if
you
please
,
I
pray
you
come
neare
sir
.
King
.
I
am
too
néere
alreadie
,
thou
so
neere
.
Nay
,
nay
,
she
knowes
what
I
did
offer
her
,
And
in
good
sadnesse
,
I
can
giue
no
more
,
So
fare
ye
well
sir
,
I
will
not
deale
with
you
.
Exit
.
Ia.
You
are
deceiude
(
swéet
heart
)
tis
not
the
king
,
Thinke
you
hee
would
aduenture
thus
alone
?
Sho.
I
do
assure
thee
Iane
it
is
the
King
.
Oh
God
,
twixt
the
extreames
of
loue
and
feare
,
In
what
a
shiuering
ague
sits
my
soule
?
Keepe
wée
our
treasure
secret
,
yet
so
fond
,
As
set
so
rich
a
beautie
as
this
is
,
In
the
wide
view
of
euerie
gazers
eye
.
Oh
traitor
beautie
,
oh
deceitfull
good
,
That
dost
conspire
against
thy selfe
and
loue
,
No
sooner
got
,
but
wisht
againe
of
others
,
In
thine
owne selfe
,
iniurious
to
thy selfe
,
Oh
rich
poore
portion
,
thou
good
euil
thing
?
How
many
ioyfull
woes
still
dost
thou
bring
?
Ia.
I
pray
thée
come
,
swéet
loue
,
and
sit
by
mee
,
No
king
thats
vnder
heauen
I
loue
like
thee
.
Exit
.
Enter
sir
Humphrey
Bowes
,
and
maister
Aston
,
being
two
Iustices
,
Harrie
Grudgen
,
Robert
Godfellow
,
and
Iohn
Hobs
the
Tanner
.
Bow.
Neighbors
and
friends
,
the
cause
that
you
are
called
,
Concernes
the
Kings
most
excellent
maiestie
,
Whose
right
you
know
by
his
progenitors
,
Unto
the
Crowne
and
soueraintie
of
France
,
Is
wrongfully
detained
by
the
French
,
Which
to
reuenge
and
royally
regaine
.
His
Highnes
meanes
to
put
himselfe
in
Armes
.
And
in
his
princely
person
to
conduct
His
warlike
troupes
against
the
enemie
.
But
for
his
Coffers
are
vnfurnished
,
Through
ciuill
discord
and
intestine
warre
,
(
Whose
bleeding
scarres
our
eyes
may
yet
behold
)
He
praies
his
faithfull
louing
subiects
helpe
,
To
further
this
his
iust
great
enterprize
.
Hobs.
So
the
fecke
and
meaning
,
whereby
as
it
were
of
all
your
long
purgation
Sir
Humphrey
is
no
more
in
some
respect
,
but
the
king
wants
mony
&
would
haue
some
of
his
Comentie
.
Bo.
Tanner
you
rightly
vnderstand
the
matter
.
Ast.
Note
this
withal
,
where
his
dread
Maiesty
,
(
Our
lawfull
Soueraigne
,
and
most
royal
King
)
Might
haue
exacted
or
imposde
a
Taxe
Or
borrowed
greater
summes
then
we
can
spare
,
(
For
all
we
haue
is
at
his
dread
commaund
,
)
He
doth
not
so
,
but
mildly
doth
entreat
Our
kind
beneuolence
,
what
we
will
giue
,
With
willing
minds
to
wards
this
mighty
charge
.
Enter
Lord
Howard
.
Which
to
receiue
,
his
noble
Counsellor
And
kinsman
the
Lord
Howard
here
is
come
.
H.
Now
good
sir
Humphrey
Bowes
,
and
M.
Aston
,
Haue
ye
declared
the
kings
most
gracious
pleasure
?
Bo.
We
haue
my
Lord
.
How.
His
highnes
will
not
force
,
As
loane
or
tribute
,
but
wil
take
your
gift
,
In
gratefull
part
and
recompence
your
loue
.
B.
To
shew
my
loue
,
though
mony
now
be
scarce
A
hundreth
pound
ile
giue
his
Maiestie
.
Ho.
Tis
well
sir
Humphrey
.
Aston
.
I
a
hundred
markes
.
Ho.
Thanks
M.
Aston
,
you
both
show
your
loue
,
Now
ask
your
neighbors
what
they
wil
bestow
?
Bow.
Come
master
Hadland
your
beneuolence
.
Had.
O
good
sir
Humphrey
do
not
racke
my
purse
,
You
know
my
state
,
I
lately
sold
my
land
.
Aston
.
Then
you
haue
money
,
let
the
king
haue
part
.
Hob.
I
,
do
master
Hadland
do
,
they
say
ye
sold
a
foule
deale
of
durtie
land
for
faire
gold
and
siluer
,
let
the
king
haue
some
now
while
you
haue
it
,
for
if
yee
bee
forborne
a
while
,
all
will
be
spent
,
for
he
that
cannot
kéepe
land
that
lies
fast
,
wil
haue
much
a do
to
hold
money
,
its
slipperie
ware
,
tis
melting
ware
,
tis
melting
ware
.
How.
Gramercy
Tanner
.
Bowes
.
Say
,
what
shall
we
haue
?
Hadland
.
My
fortie
shillings
.
Aston
.
Robert
Goodfellowe
.
I
know
you
will
be
liberall
to
the
King
.
Good.
O
M.
Aston
be
content
I
pray
ye
,
You
know
my
charge
,
my
household
very
great
,
And
my
housekéeping
holdes
me
verie
hare
:
Thréescore
vprising
,
and
downe
lying
Sir
,
Spends
no
sinall
store
of
vittailes
in
a
yeare
,
Two
brace
of
Greyhounds
,
tt
.
couple
of
hounds
,
And
then
my
iades
deuoure
a
deale
of
Corne
,
My
Christmas
cost
,
&
then
my
friends
that
come
Amounts
to
charge
,
I
am
Robin
Goodfellow
,
That
welcomes
all
and
kéepes
a
frolicke
house
,
I
haue
no
money
pray
ye
pardon
me
.
How.
Héeres
a
plaine
Tanner
can
teach
you
how
to
thriue
,
Kéepe
fewer
dogs
,
and
then
ye
may
féede
men
:
Yet
féede
no
idle
men
,
tis
néedles
charge
,
You
that
on
hounds
and
hunting
mates
will
spend
,
No
doubt
but
something
to
your
King
youle
lend
.
Good.
My
brace
of
Angels
,
by
my
troth
thats
all
.
Hob.
Masse
and
tis
well
thy
Curres
haue
left
so
much
,
I
thought
they
would
haue
eaten
vp
thy
house
and
land
ere
this
.
Bowes
.
Now
Harrie
Grudgen
.
Grudgen.
What
would
you
haue
of
mee
?
Money
I
haue
none
,
and
ile
sell
no
stocke
,
heres
olde
polling
,
subsidie
,
fiftéen
,
soldiers
,
and
to
the
poore
,
and
you
may
haue
your
will
,
youle
soone
shut
me
out
a
doore
.
Hob.
Heare
ye
worships
,
will
ye
let
me
answere
my
neighbour
Grudgen
?
By
my
hallidome
Harry
Grudgen
,
tha'rt
but
a
grumbling
,
grudging
Churle
,
thou
hast
two
ploughes
going
,
and
neare
a
Cradle
rocking
,
tha'st
a
pecke
of
money
,
goe
to
,
turne
thée
loose
,
thou'lt
goe
to
law
with
the
Micat
for
a
tyth
goose
,
and
wilt
not
spare
the
King
foure
or
fiue
pound
.
Grudgen.
Gep
goodman
Tanner
,
are
ye
so
round
?
your
prolicatenes
has
brought
your
sonne
to
the
gallowes
almost
,
you
can
be
franke
of
an other
mans
cost
.
Hob.
Thart
no
honest
man
to
twit
me
with
my
sonne
,
hee
may
out
liue
thee
yet
for
ought
that
hee
has
done
,
my
sonnes
ith
gayle
,
is
hee
the
first
has
beene
there
,
and
thou
art
a
man
,
as
thart
a
beast
,
I
would
haue
thee
by
the
eares
.
How.
Friend
thou
wantste
nurture
,
to
vpbraid
a
Father
Weeping
.
With
a
sunnes
fault
,
we
sit
not
here
for
this
;
Whats
thy
beneuolence
towards
his
maiestie
?
Hob.
His
benegligence
?
hang
him
heele
not
giue
a
pennis
willingly
.
Gr.
I
care
not
much
to
cast
away
fortie
pence
.
Ho.
Out
grudging
pesant
,
base
ill
nurturd
groome
,
Is
the
the
loue
thou
bearest
vnto
the
King
?
Gentlemen
take
notice
of
the
slaue
,
And
if
he
fault
let
him
be
soundly
plagude
?
Now
frolicke
Ianner
,
what
wilt
thou
afforde
?
Hob.
Twentie
olde
Angels
and
a
score
of
hides
,
if
that
be
too
little
,
take
twentie
Nobles
more
,
while
I
haue
it
my
king
shall
spend
of
my
store
.
How.
The
King
shall
know
thy
louing
liberall
heart
.
Hob.
Shall
hee
ifaith
,
I
thanke
ye
heartely
,
but
heare
yée
Gentleman
,
you
come
from
the
Court
?
How.
I
doe
.
Hob.
Lord
how
does
the
King
,
and
how
does
Ned
the
Kings
Butler
,
and
Tom
of
his
Chamber
,
I
am
sure
ye
know
them
?
How.
They
doe
verie
well
.
Hob.
For
want
of
better
guests
they
were
at
my
house
one
night
.
How.
I
know
they
were
.
Hob.
They
promist
me
a
good
turne
for
kissing
my
daughter
Nell
,
and
now
I
ha
cagion
to
trie
them
,
my
sonnes
in
Dy
hell
here
in
Caperdochie
,
itha
Gayle
for
péeping
into
another
mans
purse
,
and
outstep
the
King
be
miserable
,
hees
like
to
totter
,
can
that
same
Ned
the
Butler
doe
any
thing
with
the
King
?
How.
More
then
my selfe
,
or
any
other
Lord
.
Hob.
A
halter
he
can
,
by
my
troth
yee
reiounce
my
heart
to
heare
it
.
How.
Come
to
the
Court
I
warrant
thy
sonnes
life
,
Ned
will
saue
that
,
and
do
thée
greater
good
.
Hob.
Ile
weane
Brocke
my
maressole
,
and
come
vp
to
the
King
,
and
it
shall
go
hard
but
two
fat
hens
for
your
paines
I
will
bring
.
Bowes
.
My
Lord
this
fellow
gladly
now
will
giue
,
fiue
pounds
so
you
will
pardon
his
rude
speech
.
How.
For
fiue
and
fiue
I
cannot
brooke
the
beast
.
Grud.
What
giues
the
Tanner
,
I
am
as
able
as
hee
Aston
.
He
giues
ten
pound
.
Grud.
Take
twentie
then
of
me
.
I
pray
yée
my
Lord
forgiue
my
rough
heaud
speech
I
wis
I
ment
no
hurt
vnto
my
Liedge
.
Bowes
.
Let
vs
entreat
your
Lordships
patience
.
How.
I
do
at
your
request
remit
the
offence
,
So
lets
depart
,
heres
all
we
haue
to
doe
.
Ast.
Ti's
for
this
time
and
place
my
Lord
,
sirra
bring
your
money
.
Hob.
What
haue
you
sau'de
now
goodman
Grudgen
,
by
your
hinching
and
your
pinching
,
not
the
worth
of
a
blacke
pudding
.
Exeunt
.
Enter
mistris
Shoare
,
and
mistris
Blage.
M.
Bla.
Now
mistris
Shoare
,
what
vrgent
cause
is
that
,
Which
made
ye
send
for
me
in
such
great
haste
?
I
〈◊〉
it
made
me
halfe
afraid
,
you
were
not
well
.
Iane
.
Trust
me
,
nor
sicke
,
nor
well
,
but
troubled
still
with
the
disease
I
told
yée
:
heere
is
another
letter
from
the
King
,
was
neuer
poore
soule
so
importuned
.
M.
Bla.
But
will
no
answere
serue
?
Iane
.
No
mistris
Blage
,
no
answere
will
suffize
,
He
,
he
it
is
,
that
with
a
violent
siedge
Labours
to
breake
into
my
plighted
faith
,
Oh
what
am
I
,
he
should
so
much
forget
His
royall
State
,
and
his
high
maiestie
?
Still
doth
he
come
disguised
to
my
house
,
And
in
most
humble
termes
bewraies
his
loue
,
My
husband
gréeues
,
alas
how
can
he
choose
,
Fearing
the
dispossessement
of
his
Iane
?
And
when
he
cannot
come
(
for
him
)
he
writes
,
Offering
beside
incomparable
gifts
,
And
all
to
winne
me
to
his
princely
will
.
M.
Bla.
Beléeue
me
M.
Shoare
,
a
dangerous
case
,
And
euery
way
repeat
with
doubtfull
feare
,
If
you
should
yéeld
,
your
vertuous
name
were
foild
And
your
beloued
husband
made
a
scorne
,
And
if
not
yéeld
,
its
likely
that
his
loue
,
Which
now
admires
ye
,
will
conuert
to
hate
,
And
who
knowes
not
a
princes
hate
is
death
?
Yet
I
will
not
be
she
shall
counsaile
yée
,
Good
mistresse
Shoare
do
what
ye
will
for
me
.
Iane
.
Then
counsaile
me
what
I
were
best
to
do
.
M.
B.
You
know
his
greatnes
rā
dispense
with
il
,
Making
the
sinne
séeme
lesser
by
his
worth
,
And
you
your selfe
,
your
children
&
your
friends
,
Be
all
aduanced
to
worldly
dignitie
,
And
this
worlds
pompe
you
know
is
a
goodly
thing
,
Yet
I
will
not
be
shee
shall
counsaile
ye
,
Good
mistresse
Shoare
doe
what
ye
will
for
mee
.
Iane
.
Alas
I
know
that
I
was
bound
by
oath
,
To
kéepe
the
promise
that
I
made
at
first
,
And
vertue
liues
,
when
pompe
consumes
to
dust
.
M,
Blague
.
So
we
do
say
,
dishonour
is
no
shame
,
When
slaunder
does
not
touch
th'offenders
name
,
You
shall
be
folded
in
a
princes
armes
,
Whose
becke
disperseth
euen
the
greatest
harmes
,
Many
that
sit
themselues
in
high
degree
,
Will
then
be
glad
to
stoope
,
and
bende
the
knee
,
And
who
ist
,
hauing
plentie
in
the
hand
,
Neuer
commaunded
,
but
doth
still
commaund
,
That
cannot
worke
in
such
excesse
of
things
,
To
quit
the
guilt
one
small
transgression
brings
?
Yet
I
will
not
be
shée
shall
counsaile
ye
,
Good
mistresse
Shoare
do
what
ye
will
for
mée
.
Iane
.
Here
do
I
liue
,
although
in
meane
estate
,
Yet
with
a
conscience
free
from
all
debate
,
Where
higher
footing
may
in
time
procure
,
A
sudden
fall
,
and
mixe
my
swéete
with
sowre
.
Mi.
Blague
.
True
,
I
confesse
a
priuate
life
is
good
,
Nor
would
I
otherwise
be
vnderstood
,
To
be
a
Goldsmiths
wife
is
some
content
,
But
dayes
in
court
more
pleasantly
are
spent
,
A
households
gouernment
deserues
renowne
,
But
what
is
a
companion
to
a
crowne
?
The
name
of
mistresse
is
a
prettie
thing
,
But
Madam
at
each
word
doth
glory
bring
.
Yet
I
will
not
be
shee
shal
counsel
yée
,
Good
mistresse
Shoare
do
what
ye
will
for
nice
.
Ia.
Oh
that
I
knew
which
were
the
best
of
twain
,
Which
for
I
do
not
,
I
am
sicke
with
paine
.
Enter
her
Boy
.
How
now
sir
boy
,
what
is
the
newes
with
you
?
Boy
.
The
Gentleman
forsooth
the
other
day
,
That
would
haue
bought
the
iewell
at
our
stall
,
Is
here
to
speake
with
yee
.
Iane
.
Oh
God
it
is
the
King
.
Good
mistresse
Blague
withdraw
ye
from
this
place
,
Oh
come
anon
,
so
soone
as
he
is
gone
,
And
sirra
get
you
to
the
shop
againe
.
Exit
Boy
.
M.
Bla.
Now
mistris
Shoare
bethink
ye
what
to
do
.
Such
suters
come
not
euerie
day
to
wooe
.
Mistris
Blague
departs
,
and
the
king
enters
in
his
former
disguise
.
K.
Thou
maist
conuict
me
(
beauties
pride
)
of
boldnes
,
That
I
intrude
like
an
vnbidden
guest
,
But
loue
being
guide
,
my
fault
will
séem
the
lesse
.
Ia.
Most
welcome
to
your
subiects
homely
roofe
,
The
foote
my
Soueraigne
,
seldome
doth
offend
,
Vnlesse
the
heart
some
other
hurt
intend
.
King
.
The
most
thou
seest
is
hurt
vnto
my selfe
How
for
thy
sake
,
is
maiestie
disroabde
?
Riches
made
poore
,
and
dignitie
brought
low
,
Onely
that
thou
mightst
our
affection
know
.
Iane
.
The
more
the
pittie
,
that
within
the
skie
,
The
sunne
that
should
all
other
vapours
drie
,
And
guide
the
world
with
his
most
glorious
light
Is
muffled
vp
himselfe
in
wilfull
night
.
K.
The
want
of
thée
,
faire
Cinthia
is
the
cause
,
Spread
thou
thy
siluer-brightnesse
in
the
aire
,
And
strait
the
gladsome
morning
will
appeare
.
Iane
.
I
may
not
wander
,
he
that
guides
my
carre
,
Is
an
immooued
,
constant
,
fixed
starre
,
Ki.
But
I
will
giue
that
starre
a
comets
name
,
And
shield
both
thée
and
him
from
further
blame
.
Iane
.
How
if
the
host
of
heauen
at
this
abuse
Kepine
?
who
can
the
prodigie
excuse
?
K.
It
lies
within
the
compasse
of
my
powre
,
To
dim
their
enuious
eies
,
dare
séeme
to
lowre
,
But
leauing
this
our
Enigmatike
talke
,
Thou
must
sweet
Iane
repaire
vnto
the
Court
,
His
tongue
intreats
,
controls
the
greatest
péere
,
His
hand
plights
loue
,
a
royall
scepter
holds
,
And
in
his
heart
bee
hath
confirmde
thy
good
,
Which
may
not
,
must
not
,
shal
not
be
withstood
.
Iane
.
If
you
enforce
me
,
I
haue
nought
to
say
,
But
wish
I
had
not
liude
to
see
this
day
.
K.
Blame
not
the
time
,
thou
shalt
haue
cause
to
soy
.
Iane
in
the
euening
I
will
send
for
thee
,
And
thou
and
thine
shall
bee
aduancde
by
mee
.
In
signe
whereof
receiue
this
true-loue
kisse
,
Nothing
il
meant
,
there
can
be
no
amisse
.
Exit
.
Iane
.
Well
I
will
in
,
and
ere
the
time
beginne
,
Learne
how
to
be
repentant
for
my
sinne
.
Exit
.
Enter
Lord
Maior
,
maister
Shoare
and
Fraunces
Emersley
.
Maior
.
But
Cosin
Shoare
,
are
yee
assurde
it
was
the
King
you
saw
in
such
disguise
?
Sho.
Do
I
know
you
the
vncle
to
my
wife
?
know
I
Franke
Emersley
her
brother
here
?
so
surely
doe
I
know
that
counterfeit
to
bee
King
.
Fran.
Well
,
admit
all
this
.
And
that
his
Maiestie
in
such
disguise
,
please
to
suruey
the
maner
of
our
City
,
or
what
occasion
else
may
like
himselfe
.
Mee thinks
you
haue
small
reason
brother
Shoare
,
to
be
displeasde
thereat
.
Ma.
Oh
I
haue
sound
him
now
.
Because
my
Niece
his
wife
is
beautifull
,
And
well
reputed
for
her
vertuous
parts
:
He
in
his
fond
conceit
misdoubts
the
King
,
Doth
doate
on
her
in
his
affection
.
I
know
not
Cosin
how
she
way
be
changde
,
By
any
cause
in
you
procuring
it
,
From
the
faire
cariage
of
her
wonted
course
:
But
well
I
wot
,
I
haue
oft
heard
you
say
,
Shee
merited
no
scruple
of
mislike
.
If
now
some
gyddie
fancie
in
your
braine
,
Make
you
conceiue
sinisterly
of
her
,
And
with
a
person
of
such
difference
.
I
tell
you
Cosin
,
more
for
her
respect
,
Then
to
sooth
you
in
such
sottishnes
,
I
would
reucale
yée
open
to
the
world
,
And
let
your
folly
iustly
plague
your selfe
.
Sho.
Vnckle
you
are
too
forward
in
your
rage
,
And
much
mistake
me
in
this
suddennes
,
Your
Nieces
reputation
haue
I
prizde
,
And
shrined
as
deuoutly
in
my
soule
As
you
,
or
any
that
it
can
concerne
.
Nor
when
I
tell
you
that
it
is
the
King
,
Comes
muffled
like
a
common
Seruingman
,
Doe
I
inferre
thereby
my
wife
is
false
?
Or
swerues
one
iot
from
wonted
modestie
.
Though
in
my
shop
shée
sit
,
more
to
respect
,
Her
seruants
dutie
,
then
for
any
skill
,
Shee
doth
,
or
can
pretend
in
what
we
trade
,
Is
it
not
strange
,
that
euer
when
he
comes
,
It
is
to
her
,
and
will
not
deale
with
me
?
Ah
Vncle
Franke
,
nay
,
would
all
her
kin
,
Were
here
to
censure
of
my
cause
aright
:
Though
I
misdeeme
not
her
,
yet
giue
me
leaue
,
To
doubt
what
his
slie
walking
may
entend
.
And
let
me
tell
yée
,
hee
that
is
possest
,
Of
such
a
beautie
,
feares
vndermining
guests
:
Especially
a
mightie
one
,
like
him
,
Whose
greatnes
may
guilde
ouer
vgly
sinne
.
But
say
his
comming
is
not
to
my
wife
,
Then
hath
he
some
slie
ayming
at
my
life
,
By
false
compounded
mettals
,
or
light
gold
,
Or
else
some
other
trifle
to
be
sold
.
When
kings
themselues
so
narrowly
do
prie
Into
the
world
,
men
feare
,
and
why
not
I
?
Fran.
Beléeue
my
brother
in
this
doubtful
case
I
know
not
well
how
I
should
answere
yee
,
I
wonder
in
this
serious
busie
time
,
Of
this
great
gathered
beneuolence
,
For
his
regaining
of
his
right
in
France
,
The
day
and
nightly
turmoile
of
his
Lords
,
Yea
of
the
whole
estate
in
generall
,
He
can
be
spared
from
these
great
affaires
,
And
wander
here
disguised
in
this
sort
.
But
is
not
this
your
boy
?
Enter
the
Boy
.
Sho.
Yes
marie
is
it
:
how
now
,
what
newes
with
thée
?
Boy
.
Maister
,
my
mistresse
by
a
Nobleman
,
Is
sent
for
to
the
King
in
a
close
Coach
,
Shées
gon
with
him
,
these
are
the
newes
I
bring
.
Ma.
How
?
my
niece
sent
for
to
the
King
?
By
a
Nobleman
,
and
she
is
gone
with
him
?
Nay
,
then
I
like
it
not
?
Fran.
How
,
gone
saist
thou
?
S.
Be
patient
Vnckle
,
storme
not
gentle
Franke
:
The
wrong
is
mine
,
by
whom
?
a
king
,
To
talke
of
such
it
is
no
common
thing
.
She
is
gone
thou
saist
?
Boy
.
Yes
truely
sir
,
tis
so
.
Sho.
I
cannot
helpe
it
,
a
Gods
name
let
her
goe
,
You
cannot
helpe
it
Vnckle
,
no
,
nor
you
,
Where
kings
are
medlers
,
meaner
men
must
rue
.
I
storme
against
it
?
no
,
farewell
lane
Shoare
.
Once
thou
wast
mine
,
but
must
be
so
no
more
.
Maior
.
Gone
to
the
Court
?
Exit
Maior
.
Sho.
Yet
vnckle
will
ye
rage
?
Let
mine
example
your
high
heat
asswage
.
To
note
offences
in
a
mightie
man
,
It
is
inough
,
amend
it
he
that
can
,
Franke
Emersley
,
my
wife
thy
sister
was
,
Lands
,
goods
and
all
I
haue
,
to
thée
I
passe
,
Saue
that
poore
portion
must
along
with
me
,
To
beare
me
from
this
badge
of
obloquie
,
It
neuer
shall
be
said
that
Mathew
Shoare
,
A
Kings
dishonour
in
his
bonnet
wore
.
Fran.
Good
brother
.
Sh.
Striue
not
to
change
me
,
for
I
am
resolud
,
And
will
not
tarrie
.
England
fare
thou
well
,
And
Edward
,
for
requiting
me
so
well
,
But
dare
I
speake
of
him
?
forbeare
,
forbeare
,
Come
Franke
I
will
surrender
all
to
thee
,
And
then
abroad
,
where
ere
my
fortune
be
Exeunt
.
Enter
king
Edward
,
Howard
,
Sellinger
,
&c.
K.
And
haue
our
countrie
subiects
béene
so
franke
And
bountifull
in
their
beneuolence
,
Toward
our
present
expedition
?
Thanks
Cosin
Howard
for
thy
paines
herein
:
We
will
haue
letters
sent
to
euerie
Shire
Of
thankfull
gratitude
,
that
they
may
know
,
How
highly
we
respect
their
gentlenes
.
How.
One
thing
my
L.
I
had
wel
néere
forgot
,
Your
pleasant
hoast
the
Tanner
of
Tamworth
.
King
.
What
of
him
Cosin
?
How.
Hee
was
right
liberall
,
I
twentie
old
Angels
did
he
send
your
Grace
,
And
others
séeing
him
so
bountifull
,
Stretcht
further
then
otherwise
they
had
done
.
K.
Trust
me
I
must
requite
that
honest
Tanner
.
Oh
had
he
kept
his
word
,
and
come
to
Court
,
Then
in
good
sadnesse
we
had
had
good
sport
.
How.
That
is
not
long
my
L.
which
comes
at
last
Hees
come
to
London
,
on
an
earnest
cause
,
His
sonne
lies
prisoner
in
Safford
Iayle
,
And
is
condemned
for
a
robberie
.
Your
Highnesse
pardoning
his
sonnes
offence
,
May
yéeld
the
Tanner
no
meane
recompence
.
K.
But
who
hath
séen
him
since
he
came
to
towne
?
Sel.
My
Lord
in
Holborne
twas
my
hap
to
sée
him
Gazing
about
,
I
sent
away
my
men
,
And
clapping
on
one
of
their
liuerie
cloakes
,
Came
to
him
,
and
the
Tanner
knew
we
straite
,
How
dost
thou
Tom
?
and
how
doth
Ned
quoth
he
That
honest
merrie
hangman
,
how
doth
he
?
I
knowing
that
your
Maiestie
entended
This
day
in
person
to
come
to
the
Tower
,
There
bad
him
méete
me
,
where
Ned
and
I
,
Would
bring
him
to
the
presence
of
the
King
,
And
there
procure
a
pardon
for
his
sonne
.
King
.
Haue
then
a
care
we
be
not
séene
of
him
,
Vntill
we
bée
prouided
for
the
purpose
,
Because
once
more
wéele
haue
a
little
sport
,
Tom
Sellinger
,
let
that
care
be
yours
.
Sel.
I
warrant
yée
my
Lord
let
me
alone
.
Enter
the
Lord
Maior
.
K.
Welcome
L.
Maior
,
what
haue
you
signified
Our
thankfulnes
vnto
our
Citizens
,
For
their
late
gathered
beneuolence
?
Ma.
Before
the
Citizens
in
our
Guildhall
,
Maister
Recorder
made
a
good
Oration
,
Of
thankfull
gentitude
vnto
them
all
,
Which
they
receiued
with
so
kind
respect
,
And
loue
vnto
your
royall
maiestie
,
As
it
appearde
to
vs
they
sorrowed
,
Their
bountie
to
your
highnesse
was
no
more
,
King
.
Lord
Maior
,
thanks
to
your selfe
and
them
,
And
go
ye
with
vs
now
into
the
Tower
,
To
sée
the
order
that
we
shall
obserue
,
In
this
so
needfull
preparation
,
The
better
may
you
signifie
to
them
,
What
need
there
was
of
their
beneuolence
.
Ma.
Ile
waite
vpon
your
gracious
maiestie
,
Yet
there
is
one
thing
that
much
grieueth
me
.
aside
.
Exeunt
.
Enter
Shoare
,
&
two
watermen
bearing
his
trunks
.
Sho.
Go
honest
fellow
,
beare
my
trunks
aboord
,
And
tell
the
maister
ile
come
presently
.
Enter
mistris
Shoare
Lady-like
attired
,
with
diuers
supplications
in
her
hand
,
she
vnpinning
her
maske
,
&
attended
on
by
many
sutors
.
1.
Wa.
We
wil
sir
,
but
what
Ladie
haue
we
here
?
Belike
she
is
of
no
meane
countenance
,
That
hath
so
many
sutors
waiting
on
her
.
Sho.
Go
one
of
you
I
pray
ye
,
enquire
her
name
,
1.
Wa.
My
honest
friend
,
what
Ladie
call
ye
this
?
Aire
.
Her
name
is
mistris
Shoare
,
the
kings
beloued
,
A
speciall
friend
to
sutors
at
the
court
.
S.
Her
name
is
mistris
Shoare
the
kings
beloued
,
Where
shall
I
hide
my
head
,
or
stop
mine
eares
.
But
like
an
owle
I
shall
be
wondred
at
?
When
she
with
me
was
wont
to
walk
the
stréets
,
The
people
then
as
she
did
passe
along
,
would
say
,
there
goes
faire
modest
mistris
Shoare
,
When
she
attended
like
a
Cittie
Dame
,
Was
praised
of
matrons
.
So
that
Cittizens
,
When
they
would
speake
of
ought
vnto
their
wiues
Fetcht
their
example
still
from
mistris
Shoare
,
But
now
she
goes
deckt
in
her
courtly
robes
,
This
is
not
shée
,
that
once
in
séemely
blacke
,
Was
the
chaste
sober
wife
of
Mathew
Shoare
,
For
now
she
is
King
Edwards
Concubine
,
Oh
great
ill
title
,
honourable
shame
,
Her
good
I
had
,
but
King
her
ill
is
thine
,
Once
Shoares
true
wife
,
now
Edwards
Concubine
,
Amongst
the
rest
ile
note
her
new
behauiour
.
All
this
while
she
stands
conferring
priuatly
with
her
sutors
,
and
looking
on
their
bils
.
Aire
.
Good
mistris
Shoare
remember
my
sons
life
.
Iane
.
What
is
thy
name
?
Aire
.
My
name
is
Thomas
Aire
.
Iane
.
There
is
his
pardon
signed
by
the
King
.
Aire
.
In
signe
of
humble
heartie
thankfulnes
,
Take
this
in
Angels
twentie
pound
.
Iane
.
What
thinke
ye
,
that
I
buy
&
sell
for
bribes
,
His
highnesse
fauour
,
or
his
subiects
bloud
?
No
,
without
gifts
God
grant
I
may
do
good
,
For
all
my
good
cannot
redéeme
my
ill
,
Yet
to
do
good
I
will
endeauour
still
.
Sho.
Yet
all
this
good
doth
but
guild
ore
thy
ill
.
aside
.
Palmer
.
Mistris
the
restitution
of
my
lands
,
Taken
perforce
by
his
highnesse
officers
.
Iane
.
The
King
is
content
your
goods
shall
be
restorde
,
But
the
officers
will
hardly
yéeld
thereto
,
Yet
bée
content
,
ile
see
ye
haue
no
wrong
.
Sho.
Thou
canst
not
say
to
mée
so
,
I
haue
wrong
.
Iockie
.
Mistris
gude
faith
gin
yeele
helpe
me
till
my
laund
,
whilke
the
faulse
loune
Billie
Grime
of
Glendale
hauds
wranfully
frea
me
:
ise
white
your
gudenes
with
a
bonnie
nag
,
sall
swum
away
so
deftly
as
the
winde
.
Iane
.
Your
sute
my
friend
,
requires
a
longer
time
,
Yet
since
you
dwell
so
farre
off
,
to
ease
your
charge
,
Your
diet
with
my
seruants
you
may
take
,
And
some
reliefe
ile
get
thee
of
the
King
.
Sho.
Its
cold
reliefe
thou
getst
mée
from
the
King
.
Iockie
.
Now
Gods
blessing
light
on
that
gudely
faire
face
,
ise
be
your
true
beadsman
mistresse
,
I
indead
,
sal
I
.
Pal.
God
blesse
the
care
you
haue
of
doing
good
.
Aire
.
Pittie
she
should
miscarrie
in
her
life
,
That
beares
so
swéete
a
mind
in
doing
good
.
Sho.
So
say
I
too
,
ah
Iane
this
kils
my
heart
,
That
thou
recks
others
,
and
not
ru'st
my
smart
.
Rufford
.
Mistresse
I
feare
you
haue
forgot
my
sute
?
Iane
.
Oh
,
tis
for
a
licence
to
transport
corne
from
this
land
.
and
lead
to
forrain
Realmes
,
I
had
your
bil
,
but
I
haue
torne
your
bill
,
and
tware
no
shame
I
thinke
,
to
teare
your
eares
,
that
care
not
how
you
wound
the
commonwealth
.
The
poore
must
sterue
for
food
to
fill
your
purse
.
And
the
enemie
bandie
bullets
of
our
lead
.
No
maister
Rufford
,
ile
not
speake
for
you
,
except
it
be
to
haue
you
punished
.
Iockie
.
By
the
messe
a
deft
lasse
,
Christ
benison
light
on
her
.
She
espies
her
husband
walking
aloofe
off
,
and
not
knowing
him
,
takes
him
for
another
Sutor
.
Iane
.
Is
that
another
sutor
?
I
haue
no
bill
of
his
,
Go
one
of
you
,
and
know
what
he
would
haue
.
Sho.
Yes
Iane
,
the
bill
of
my
obliged
faith
,
And
I
had
thine
,
but
thou
hast
canceld
it
.
Here
she
knowes
him
,
and
lamenting
,
comes
to
him
.
Iane
.
Oh
God
it
is
my
husband
,
kind
Mathew
Shoare
.
Shoare
.
Ah
Iane
,
whats
he
dare
say
he
is
thy
husband
?
Thou
wast
a
wife
,
but
now
thou
art
not
so
,
Thou
wast
a
maide
,
a
maide
when
thou
wast
wife
,
Thou
wast
a
wife
euen
when
thou
wast
a
maide
,
So
good
,
so
modest
,
and
so
chaste
thou
wast
,
But
now
thou
art
diuorcde
,
whiles
yet
hee
liues
,
That
was
thy
husband
,
while
thou
wast
his
wife
.
Thy
wifehood
stainde
,
by
thy
dishonoured
life
,
For
now
thou
art
nor
widdow
,
maide
,
nor
wife
.
Iane
.
I
must
confesse
I
yeelded
vp
the
Forte
,
Wherein
lay
all
the
riches
of
my
joy
,
But
yet
sweete
Shoare
,
before
I
yeelded
it
,
I
did
endure
the
longst
and
greatest
siege
,
That
euer
battred
on
poore
chastitie
,
And
but
to
him
that
did
assault
the
same
,
For
euer
it
had
béene
inuincible
,
But
I
will
yéeld
it
backe
againe
to
thee
.
He
cannot
blame
me
,
though
it
be
so
done
,
To
loose
by
me
,
what
first
by
me
was
wonne
.
Sho.
No
Iane
,
there
is
no
place
allowde
for
mee
,
Where
once
a
King
hath
tane
possession
,
Meane
men
brooke
not
a
Riuall
in
their
loue
,
Much
lesse
so
high
vnriualde
Maiestie
,
concubine
to
one
so
great
as
Edward
.
Is
tarre
too
great
to
be
the
wife
of
Shoare
,
Iane
.
I
will
refuse
the
pleasures
of
the
Court
,
Let
me
go
with
thee
Shoare
,
though
not
as
a
wife
,
Yet
as
thy
slaue
,
since
I
haue
lost
that
name
,
I
will
redéeme
the
wrong
that
I
haue
done
thee
,
With
my
true
seruice
,
if
thou
wilt
accept
it
.
Sho.
Thou
go
with
mee
Iane
,
oh
God
forbid
,
That
I
should
be
a
traitour
to
my
King
,
Shall
I
become
a
fellon
to
his
pleasures
,
And
flie
away
as
guiltie
of
the
theft
?
No
my
deere
Iane
,
I
say
it
may
not
bee
,
Oh
what
haue
subiects
that
is
not
their
kings
,
He
not
examine
his
prerogatiue
.
Ia.
Why
then
swéet
Mat
.
let
me
intreat
thée
stay
,
What
ist
with
Edward
that
I
cannot
do
?
Ile
make
thee
wealthier
then
ere
Richard
was
,
That
entertaind
the
thrée
greatst
kings
in
Europe
,
And
feasted
them
in
London
on
a
day
Aske
what
thou
wilt
,
were
it
a
million
,
That
may
content
thée
,
thou
shalt
haue
it
Shoare
.
Sho.
Indeed
this
were
some
comfort
to
a
man
,
That
tasted
want
or
worldly
miserie
,
But
I
haue
lost
what
wealth
cannot
returne
,
All
worldly
losses
are
but
toyes
to
mine
,
Oh
,
all
my
wealth
,
the
losse
of
thee
was
more
,
Then
euer
time
or
Fortune
can
restore
.
Therfore
swéet
Iane
farewell
,
once
thou
wast
mine
,
Too
rich
for
me
,
and
that
King
Edward
knewe
,
Adiew
,
oh
world
,
he
shall
deceiued
bee
,
That
puts
his
trust
in
women
or
in
thee
.
Ia.
Ah
Shoare
farewel
,
poore
heart
in
death
ile
tell
,
I
euer
loude
thée
Shoare
,
farewell
,
farewell
.
Exit
.
Enter
king
Edward
,
Lord
Maior
,
Howard
,
Sellinger
,
and
the
traine
.
King
.
Hauing
awakte
forth
of
their
sleepie
dens
,
Our
drourie
Cannons
,
which
ere
long
shal
charme
The
watchfull
French
,
with
deaths
eternall
sléepe
,
And
all
things
else
in
readinesse
for
France
,
A
while
we
will
giue
truce
vnto
our
care
,
There
is
a
merrie
Tanner
néere
at
hand
,
With
whom
we
meane
to
be
a
little
merrie
.
Therefore
Lord
Maior
,
and
you
my
other
friends
,
I
must
intreat
you
not
,
to
knowledge
me
,
No
man
stand
bare
,
all
as
companions
,
Giue
me
a
Cloake
,
that
I
may
be
disguisde
,
Tom
Sellinger
,
go
thou
and
take
another
,
So
Tanner
,
now
come
when
yee
please
,
we
are
prouided
,
And
in
good
time
,
see
hee
is
come
alreadie
.
Enter
the
Tanner
.
Tom
Sellenger
,
go
thou
and
meete
him
.
Sel.
What
Iohn
Hobs
?
welcome
ifaith
to
court
,
Hob.
Gramercies
honest
Tom
,
where
is
the
hangman
Ned
?
where
is
that
mad
rascall
,
shall
I
not
see
him
?
Sel.
See
where
he
stands
,
that
same
is
hee
.
Hob.
What
Ned
?
a
plague
found
thee
,
how
dost
thou
for
a
villaine
?
how
dost
thou
madde
Rogue
,
and
how
,
and
how
?
King
.
In
health
Iohn
Hobs
,
and
verie
glad
to
see
thee
,
But
say
,
what
winde
droue
thee
to
London
.
Hobs.
Ah
Ned
,
I
was
brought
hither
with
a
whirlewinde
man
,
my
sonne
,
my
sonne
,
did
I
not
tell
thee
I
had
a
knaue
to
my
sonne
?
King
.
Yes
Tanner
,
what
of
him
?
Hob.
Faith
hees
in
Caperdoche
Ned
,
in
Stafford
Goale
,
for
a
robberie
,
and
is
like
to
be
hangde
,
except
thou
get
the
King
to
be
more
miserable
to
him
.
King
.
If
that
be
all
Tanner
,
ile
warrant
him
,
I
will
procure
his
pardon
of
the
King
.
Hobs.
Wilt
thou
Ned
?
for
those
good
words
,
see
what
my
Daughter
Nell
hath
sent
thee
,
a
handkercher
wrought
with
as
good
Couentrie
silke
blew
threed
as
euer
thou
sawest
.
King
.
And
I
perhaps
may
weare
it
for
her
sake
,
In
better
presence
then
thou
art
aware
off
,
Hobs.
How
Ned
,
a
better
present
?
that
canst
thou
not
haue
for
silke
,
cloath
,
and
workemanship
,
why
Nell
made
it
man
.
But
Ned
?
is
not
the
King
in
this
companie
,
what
hee
in
the
long
beard
and
the
redde
petticoate
?
before
God
I
misdoubt
Ned
that
is
the
King
,
I
know
it
by
my
Lord
what
ye
cals
players
.
King
.
How
by
them
Tanner
?
Hob.
Euer
when
they
play
an
Enterloute
or
a
Commodity
at
Tamworth
,
the
King
alwaies
is
in
a
long
beard
,
and
a
red
gowne
like
him
,
therefore
I
spekt
him
to
be
the
King
King
.
No
trust
me
Tanner
,
this
is
not
the
King
,
but
thou
shalt
see
the
King
before
thou
goest
,
and
haue
a
pardon
for
thy
sonne
too
with
thee
.
This
man
is
the
Lord
Maior
,
Lord
Maior
of
London
,
héere
was
the
Recorder
too
,
but
hee
is
gone
.
Hobs.
What
Nicnames
these
courtnoles
haue
?
Mare
and
Corder
quotha
?
we
haue
no
such
at
Liechfield
,
there
is
the
honest
Bayliffe
and
his
brethren
,
such
words
grée
best
with
vs
.
King
.
My
Lord
Maior
,
I
pray
ye
for
my
sake
,
to
bidde
this
honest
Tanner
welcome
.
Maior
.
You
are
welcome
my
honest
friend
,
In
signe
whereof
I
pray
you
see
my
house
,
And
suppe
with
mee
this
night
.
Hobs.
I
thanke
yee
good
goodman
Masor
,
but
I
care
not
for
no
meate
,
my
stomacke
is
like
to
a
sicke
swines
,
that
will
neither
eate
nor
drinke
,
till
shée
know
what
shal
become
of
her
pigge
.
Ned
and
Tom
,
you
promisde
me
a
good
turne
when
I
came
to
Court
,
either
doo
it
now
,
or
go
hang
your selues
.
King
.
No
sooner
comes
the
King
,
but
I
will
doo
it
.
Sel.
I
warrant
thee
Tanner
,
feare
not
thy
sonnes
life
.
Hobs.
Nay
,
I
feare
not
his
life
,
I
feare
his
death
.
Enter
Maister
of
Saint
Katherines
,
and
Widow
Norton
.
Maiste.
All
health
and
happinesse
to
my
Soueraigne
.
King
.
The
Maister
of
Saint
Katherines
hath
marde
all
:
Hobs.
Out
alas
that
euer
I
was
borne
.
The
Tanner
falles
in
a
swound
,
they
labour
to
reuiue
him
,
meane while
the
king
puts
on
his
roy
all
robes
.
King
.
Looke
to
the
Tanner
there
,
he
takes
no
harme
,
I
would
not
haue
him
(
for
my
crowne
)
miscarrie
.
Wid.
Let
me
come
to
him
by
my
kings
good
leaue
,
Heres
ginger
honest
man
,
bite
it
.
Hobs.
Bite
ginger
,
bite
ginger
,
bite
a
dogs
date
,
I
am
but
a
dead
man
,
ah
my
Liedge
,
that
you
should
deale
so
with
a
poore
well
meaning
man
,
but
it
makes
no
matter
,
I
can
but
die
.
King
.
But
when
Tanner
canst
thou
tell
?
Hobs.
Nay
euen
when
you
please
,
for
I
haue
so
defended
ye
,
by
calling
ye
plaine
Ned
,
mad
rogue
and
rascall
,
that
I
know
youle
haue
me
hangde
.
Therefore
make
no
more
adoe
,
but
send
me
downe
to
Stafford
,
and
there
a
Gods
name
hang
me
with
my
sonne
.
And
heres
another
as
honest
as
your selfe
,
you
made
me
call
him
plaine
Tom
,
I
warrant
his
name
is
Thomas
,
and
some
man
of
worship
too
,
therfore
lets
to
it
,
euen
when
and
where
ye
will
.
King
.
Tanner
attend
,
not
onely
doo
we
pardon
thee
,
But
in
all
princely
kindnesse
welcome
thee
,
And
thy
sonnes
trespasse
doe
we
pardon
too
,
Ore
goe
and
sée
that
forthwith
it
bee
drawne
,
Vnder
our
seale
of
England
,
as
it
ought
,
And
fortie
pounds
wée
giue
thée
to
defray
Thy
charges
in
thy
comming
vp
to
London
.
Now
Tanner
,
what
saist
thou
to
vs
?
Hobs.
Marrie
you
speake
like
an
honest
man
,
if
you
meane
as
you
say
.
King
.
Wee
meane
it
Tanner
,
on
our
royall
word
.
Now
maister
of
S.
Katherines
,
what
would
you
?
M.
My
gracious
Lord
,
the
great
beneuolence
,
(
Though
small
to
that
your
subiects
could
afford
,
Of
poore
S.
Katherines
do
I
bring
your
grace
,
)
Fiue
hundred
pounds
here
haue
they
sent
by
me
.
For
the
easier
portage
,
all
in
Angell
gold
,
What
this
good
widow
mistris
Norton
will
,
She
comes
her selfe
,
and
brings
her
gift
with
her
.
Wid.
Pardon
me
gratious
Lord
,
presumption
,
Nor
ouer
waening
in
mine
owne
conceit
,
Makes
me
thus
bold
to
come
before
your
Grace
,
But
loue
and
dutie
to
your
maiestie
:
And
great
desire
to
sée
my
Lord
the
King
,
Our
maister
here
spake
of
beneuolence
,
And
said
my
twentie
Nobles
was
inough
,
I
thought
not
so
,
but
at
your
Highnes
féete
,
A
widowes
mite
,
a
token
of
her
zeale
,
In
humble
dutie
giues
you
twentie
pound
.
Ki.
Now
by
my
crowne
,
a
gallant
Iustie
Girle
,
Of
all
the
exhibition
yet
bestowed
,
This
womans
liberalitie
likes
me
best
.
Is
thy
name
Norton
?
Wid.
I
my
gracious
Liedge
.
King
.
How
long
hast
thou
béene
a
Widow
?
Wid.
It
is
my
Lord
,
Since
I
did
burie
Wilkin
my
goodman
,
At
Shrouetide
next
euen
iust
a
dozen
yeares
.
K.
In
al
which
space
,
couldst
thou
not
find
a
man
.
On
whom
thou
mightst
bestow
thy selfe
againe
?
Wid.
Not
any
like
my
Wilkin
whose
deare
loue
,
I
know
is
matchlesse
,
in
respect
of
whom
,
I
thinke
not
any
worthie
of
a
kisse
.
K.
No
widow
?
that
ile
trie
,
how
like
you
this
?
He
kisseth
her
.
VVid.
Beshrew
my
heart
,
it
was
a
honnie
kisse
,
Able
to
make
an
aged
woman
young
:
And
for
the
same
most
swéet
and
louely
Prince
,
See
what
the
widow
giues
you
from
her
store
,
Fortie
olde
Angels
but
for
one
kisse
more
.
K.
Marie
Widow
and
thou
shalt
haue
it
,
Iohn
Hobs
thou
art
a
widower
,
Lackst
thou
such
a
wife
?
Hobs.
Snailes
,
twentie
pound
a
kisse
?
had
shee
as
many
twentie
pound
bags
as
I
haue
knobs
of
barke
in
my
tansat
shee
might
kisse
them
away
in
a
quarter
of
a
yeare
.
Ile
no
Saint
Katherines
widowes
,
if
kisses
be
so
deare
.
Widow
.
Clubs
and
clouted
shooes
,
theres
none
enamourd
here
.
King
.
Lord
Maior
,
we
thanke
you
and
entreat
withall
,
To
recommend
vs
to
our
Cittizens
:
We
must
for
France
,
we
bid
you
all
farewell
,
Come
Tanner
thou
shalt
with
vs
to
Court
,
To
marrow
you
shal
dine
with
my
Lord
Maior
,
And
after
ward
set
homeward
when
ye
please
:
God
and
our
right
that
onely
fights
for
vs
,
Adiew
,
pray
that
our
toyle
proue
prosperous
.
Exeunt
.
FINIS
.