The Raigne of king
1746Enter sixe poore Frenchmen. 1747Der. The promi
sed aid that made them
stand aloofe,
1748Is now retirde and gone an other way:
1749It will repent them of their
stubborne will,
1750But what are the
se poore ragged
slaues my Lord?
1751Ki: Edw: Aske what they are, it
seemes they come from
1753Der. You wretched patterns of di
spayre and woe,
1754What are you liuing men, er glyding gho
sts,
1755Crept from your graues to walke vpon the earth,
1756Poore: No gho
sts my Lord, but men that breath a life,
1757Farre wor
se then is the quiet
sleepe of death:
1758Wee are di
stre
ssed poore inhabitants,
1759That long haue been de
sea
sed,
sicke and lame;
1760And now becau
se we are not
fit to
serue,
1761The Captayne of the towne hath thru
st vs foorth,
1762That
so expence of vi
ctuals may be
saued.
1763K. Ed. A charitable deed no doubt, and worthy prai
se:
1764But how do you imagine then to
speed?
1765We are your enemies in
such a ca
se,
1766We can no le
sse but put ye to the
sword,
1767Since when we pro
ffered truce, it was refu
sde,
1768So: And if your grace no otherwi
se vouch
safe,
1769As welcome death is vnto vs as life.
1770Ki: Poore
silly men, much wrongd, and more di
stre
st,
1771Go Derby go, and
see they be relieud,
1772Command that vi
ctuals be appoynted them,
1773And giue to euery one
fiue Crownes a peece:
1774The Lion
scornes to touch the yeelding pray,
1775And Edwards
sword mu
st fre
sh it
selfe in
such,
1776As wilfull
stubbornnes hath made peruer
se.
1778Ki: Lord Per
sie welcome: whats the newes in England:
1779Per: The Queene my
Lord comes heere to your Grace,
1780And from hir highne
sse, and the Lord vicegerent,
I