180Alas how much in vaine my poore eyes gaze,

181For souccour that my soueraigne should send;

182A cosin Mountague, I feare thou wants,

183The liuely spirirt sharpely to solicit,

184Wth vehement sute the king in my behalfe:

185Thou dost not tell him what a griefe it is,

186To be the scornefull captiue to a Scot,

187Either to be wooed with broad vntuned othes,

188Or forst by rough insulting barbarisme:

189Thou doest not tell him if he heere preuaile,

190How much they will deride vs in the North,

191And in their vild vnseuill skipping giggs,

192Bray foorth their Conquest, and our ouerthrow,

193Euen in the barraine, bleake and fruitlesse aire,

195I must withdraw, the euerlasting foe,

196Comes to the wall, Ile closely step aside,

197And list their babble blunt and full of pride.

198K. Da: My Lord of Lorrayne, to our brother of Fraunce,

199Commend vs as the man in Christendome,

200That we must reuerence and intirely loue,

201Touching your embassage, returne and say,

202That we with England will not enter parlie,

203Nor neuer make faire wether, or take truce,

204But burne their neighbor townes and so persist,

205With eager Rods beyond their Citie Yorke,

206And neuer shall our bonny riders rest:

207Nor rust in canker, haue the time to eate,

208Their light borne snaffles, nor their nimble spurre

209Nor lay aside their Iacks of Gymould mayle,

210Nor hang their staues of grayned Scottish ash,

211In peacefull wise, vpon their Citie wals,

212Nor from their buttoned tawny leatherne belts,

213Dismisse their byting whinyards, till your King,

214Cry out enough, spare England now for pittie,

215Farewell, and tell him that you leaue vs heare,

216Before this Castle, say you came from vs,

217Euen when we had that yeelded to our hands,

218Lor: take my leaue and fayrely will returne

219Your acceptable greeting to my king. Exit Lor.

220K. D: Now Duglas to our former taske again,

221For the deuision of this certayne spoyle.

222Dou: My liege I craue the Ladie and no more,

223King. Nay soft ye sir, first I must make my choyse,

224And first I do bespeake her for my selfe,

225Da. Why then my liege let me enioy her iewels,

226King: Those are her owne still liable to her,

227And who inherits her, hath those with all.

229Mes: My liege, as we were pricking on the hils,

230To fetch in booty, marching hitherward,

231We might discry a mighty host of men,

232The Sunne reflicting on the armour shewed,

233A field of plate, a wood of pickes aduanced:

234Bethinke your highnes speedely herein,

235An easie march within foure howres will bring,

236The hindmost rancke, vnto this place my liege.

237King: Dislodge, dislodge, it is the king of England.

238Dug: Iemmy my man, saddle my bonny blacke.

239King: Meanst thou to fight, Duglas we are to weake.

240Du: I know it well my liege, and therefore flie.

241Cou: My Lords of Scotland will ye stay and drinke:

242King: She mocks at vs Duglas, I cannot endure it.

243Count, Say good my Lord, which is he must haue the Ladie,

244And which her iewels, I am sure my Lords

245Ye will not hence, till you haue shard the spoyles.

246King: Shee heard the messenger, and heard our talke.

247And now that comfort makes her scorne at vs.

249Mes: Arme my good Lord, O we are all surprisde.

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250After the French embassador my liege,

251And tell him that you dare not ride to Yorke,

252Excuse it that your bonnie horse is lame.

253K. He heard that to, intollerable griefe:

254Woman farewell although I do not stay. Exunt Scots.

255Count: Tis not for feare, and yet you run away,

256O happie comfort welcome to our house,

257The confident and boystrous boasting Scot,

258That swore before my walls they would not backe,

259For all the armed power of this land,

260With facelesse feare that euer turnes his backe:

261Turnd hence againe the blasting North-east winde:

262Vpon the bare report and name of Armes.

264Mo: O Sommers day, see where my Cosin comes:

265How fares my Aunt? we are not Scots,

266Why do you shut your gates against your friends?

267Co: Well may I giue a welcome Cosin to thee:

268For thou comst well to chase my foes from hence.

269Mo: The king himselfe is come in person hither:

270Deare Aunt discend and gratulate his highnes.

271Co: How may I entertayne his Maiestie,

272To shew my duety, and his dignitie.

274K. Ed: What are the stealing Foxes fled and gone

275Before we could vncupple at their heeles.

276War: They are my liege, but with a cheereful cry,

277Hot hunds and hardie chase them at the heeles.

279K. Ed: This is the Countesse Warwike, is it not.

280War: Euen shee liege, whose beauty tyrants feare,

281As a May blossome with pernitious winds,

282Hath sullied, withered ouercast and donne.

283K. Ed: Hath she been fairer Warwike then she is?

284War: My gratious King, faire is she not at all,

285If that her selfe were by to staine herselfe,

286As I haue seene her when she was her selfe.

287K. Ed: What strange enchantment lurke in those her eyes?

288When they exceld this excellence they haue,

289That now her dym declyne hath power to draw,

290My subiect eyes from persing maiestie,

291To gaze on her with doting admiration.

292Count: In duetie lower then the ground I kneele,

293And for my dul knees bow my feeling heart,

294To witnes my obedience to your highnes,

295With many millions of a subiects thanks.

296For this your Royall presence, whose approch,

297Hath driuen war and danger from my gate.

298K. Lady stand vp, I come to bring thee peace,

299How euer thereby I haue purchast war.

300Co: No war to you my liege, the Scots are gone,

301And gallop home toward Scotland with their hate,

302 Least yeelding heere, I pyne in shamefull loue:

303Come wele persue the Scots, Artoyes away.

304Co: A little while my gratious soueraigne stay,

305And let the power of a mighty king

306Honor our roofe: my husband in the warres,

307When he shall heare it will triumph for ioy.

308Then deare my liege, now niggard not thy state,

309Being at the wall, enter our homely gate.

310King. Pardon me countesse, I will come no neare,

311I dreamde to night of treason and I feare.

312Co: Far from this place let vgly treason ly.

313K: No farther off, then her conspyring eye,

314Which shoots infected poyson in my heart.

315Beyond repulse of wit or cure of Art.

316Now in the Sunne alone it doth not lye,

317With light to take light, from a mortall eye.

318For here to day stars that myne eies would see,

319More then the Sunne steales myne owne light from mee:

320Contemplatiue desire, desire to be,

321Incontemplation that may master thee.

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322Warwike, Artoys, to horse and lets away.

323Co: What might I speake to make my soueraigne stay?

324King: What needs a tongue to such a speaking eie,

325That more perswads then winning Oratorie.

326Co: Let not thy presence like the Aprill sunne,

327Flatter our earth, and sodenly be done:

328More happie do not make our outward wall,

329Then thou wilt grace our inner house withall,

330Our house my liege is like a Country swaine,

331Whose habit rude, and manners blunt and playne,

332Presageth nought, yet inly beautified,

333With bounties riches; and faire hidden pride:

334For where the golden Ore doth buried lie,

335The ground vndect with natures tapestrie,

336Seemes barrayne, sere, vnfertill, fructles dry,

337And where the vpper turfe of earth doth boast,

338His pride perfumes, and party colloured cost,

339Delue there, and find this issue and their pride,

340To spring from ordure, and corruptions side:

341But to make vp my all to long compare,

342These ragged walles no testomie are,

343What is within, but like a cloake doth hide,

344From weathers West, the vnder garnisht pride:

345More gratious then my tearmes can let thee be,

346Intreat thy selfe to stay a while with mee.

347Kin: As wise as faire, what fond fit can be heard,

348When wisedome keepes the gate as beuties gard,

349Countesse, albeit my busines vrgeth me,

350Yt shall attend, while I attend on thee:

351Come on my Lords, heere will I host to night. Exeunt.