821Der. Thrice noble Audley, well incountred heere,

822How is it with our soueraigne and his peeres?

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823Aud. Tis full a fortnight since I saw his highnes,

824What time he sent me forth to muster men,

825Which I accordingly haue done and bring them hither,

826In faire aray before his maiestie:

827King: What newes my Lord of Derby from the Emperor.

828Der. As good as we desire: the Emperor

829Hath yeelded to his highnes friendly ayd,

830And makes our king leiuetenant generall

831In all his lands and large dominions,

832Then via for the spatious bounds of Fraunce;

833Aud. What doth his highnes leap to heare these newes?

834Der. I haue not yet found time to open them,

835The king is in his closet malcontent,

836For what I know not, but he gaue in charge,

837Till after dinner, none should interrupt him:

838The Countesse Salisbury, and her father Warwike,

839Artoyes, and all looke vnderneath the browes.

840Aud: Vndoubtedly then some thing is a misse.

842Dar, The Trumpets sound, the king is now abroad,

843Ar. Hhere comes his highnes.

844Der. Befall my soueraigne, all my soueraignes wish,

845King. Ah that thou wert a Witch to make it so.

846Der. The Emperour greeteth you.

847Kin. Would it were the Countesse.

848Der. And hath accorded to your highnes suite,

849King. Thou lyest she hath not, but I would she had,

850Au. All loue and duety to my Lord the King.

851Kin. Well all but one is none, what newes with you?

852Au. I haue my liege, leuied those horse and foote.

853According as your charge, and brought them hither.

854Kin. Then let those foote trudge hence vpon those horse,

855According too our discharge and be gonne:

856Darby Ile looke vpon the Countesse minde anone,

857Dar The Countesse minde my liege.

858Kin. I meane the Emperour, leaue me alone.

859Au. What is his mind?

860Dar: Lets leaue him to his humor. Exunt.

861Ki: Thus from the harts aboundant speakes the tongue,

862Countesse for Emperour, and indeed why not?

863She is as imperator ouer me, and I to her

864Am as a kneeling vassaile that obserues,

865The pleasure, or displeasure of her eye

867Ki: What saies the more then Cleopatras match,

868To Caesar now?

869Lo: That yet my liege ere night,

870She will resolue your maiestie.

871Ki: What drum is this that thunders forth this march,

872To start the tender Cupid in my bosome,

873Poore shipskin how it braules with him that beateth it:

874Go breake the thundring parchment bottome out,

875And I will teach it to conduct sweete lynes,

876Vnto the bosome of a heauenly Nymph,

877For I wiii vse it as my writing paper,

878And so reduce him from a scoulding drum,

879To be the herald and deare counsaiie bearer,

880Betwixt a goddesse, and a mighty king:

881Go bid the drummer learne to touch the Lute,

882Or hang him in the braces of his drum,

883For now we thinke it an vnciuill thing,

884To trouble heauen wrth such harsh resounds, Away. Exit.

885The quarrell that I haue requires no armes,

886But these of myne, and these shall meete my foe,

887In a deepe march of penytrable grones,

888My eyes shall be my arrowes, and my sighes

889Shall serue me as the vantage of the winde,

890To wherle away my sweetest artyllerie:

891Ah but alas she winnes the sunne of me,

892For that is she her selfe, and thence it comes,

893That Poets tearme, the wanton warriour blinde:

894But loue hath eyes as iudgement to his steps,

895Till two much loued glory dazles them?

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896How now.

898Lo. My liege the drum that stroke the lusty march,

899Stands with Prince Edward your thrice valiant sonne.

901King. I see the boy, oh how his mothers face,

902Modeld in his, corrects my straid desire,

903And rates my heart, and chides my theeuish eie,

904Who being rich ennough in seeing her,

905Yet seekes elsewhere and basest theft is that,

906Which cannot cloke it selfe on pouertie.

907Now boy, what newes?

908Pr. E. I haue assembled my deare Lord and father,

909The choysest buds of all our English blood,

910For our affaires to Fraunce, and heere we come,

911To take direction from your maiestie.

912Kin: Still do I see in him deliniate,

913His mothers visage, those his eies are hers,

914Who looking wistely on me, make me blush:

915For faults against themselues, giue euidence,

916Lust as a fire, and me like lanthorne show,

917Light lust within them selues; euen through them selues:

918A way loose silkes or wauering vanitie,

919Shall the large limmit of faire Brittayne.

920By me be ouerthrowne, and shall I not,

921Master this little mansion of my selfe;

922Giue me an Armor of eternall steele,

923I go to conquer kings, and shall I not then

924Subdue my selfe, and be my enimies friend,

925It must not be, come boy forward, aduaunce,

926Lets with our coullours sweete the Aire of Fraunce.

928Lo. My liege, the Countesse with a smiling cheere.

929Desires accesse vnto your Maiestie.

930King. Why there it goes, that verie smile of hers,

931Hath ransomed captiue Fraunce, and set the King,

932The Dolphin and the Peeres at liberty,

933Goe leaue me Ned, and reuell with thy friends. Exit Pr.

934Thy mother is but blacke, and thou like her.

935Dost put it in my minde how foule she is,

936Goe fetch the Countesse hether in thy hand, Exit Lod.

937And let her chase away these winter clouds,

938For shee giues beautie both to heauen and earth,

939The sin is more to hacke and hew poore men,

940Then to embrace in an vnlawfull bed,

941The register of all rarieties,

942Since Letherne Adam, till this youngest howre.

944King. Goe Lodwike, put thy hand into thy purse,

945Play, spend, giue, ryot, wast, do what thou wilt,

946So thou wilt hence awhile and leaue me heere.

947Now my soules plaiefellow art thou come,

948To speake the more then heauenly word of yea,

949To my obiection in thy beautious loue.

950Count. My father on his blessing hath commanded.

951King. That thou shalt yeeld to me.

952Coun: I deare my liege, your due.

953King. And that my dearest loue, can be no lesse,

954Then right for right, and render loue for loue.

955Count: Then wrong for wrong, and endles hate for hate:

956But fith I see your maiestie so bent,

957That my vnwillingnes, my husbands loue,

958Your high estate, nor no respect respected,

959Can be my helpe, but that your mightines:

960Will ouerbeare and awe these deare regards,

961I bynd my discontent to my content,

962And what I would not, Ile compell I will,

963Prouided that your selfe remoue those lets,

964That stand betweene your highnes loue and mine,

965King: Name then faire Countesse, and by heauen I will.

966Co: It is their liues that stand betweene our loue.

967That I would haue chokt vp my soueraigne.

968Ki. Whose liues my Lady?

969Co. My thrice loning liege,

970Your Queene, and Salisbury my wedded husband,

971Who liuing haue that tytle in our loue,

972That we cannot bestow but by their death,

973Ki: Thy opposition is beyond our Law,

974Co. So is your desire, if the law

975Can hinder you to execute the one,

976Let it forbid you to attempt the other:

977I Cannot thinke you loue me as you say,

978Vnlesse you do make good what you haue sworne.

979 No mor, ethy husband and the Queene shall dye,

980Fairer thou art by farre, then Hero was,

981Beardles Leander not so strong as I:

982He swome an easie curraunt for his loue,

983But I will throng a hellie spout of bloud,

984To arryue at Cestus where my Hero lyes.

985Co: Nay youle do more, youle make the Ryuer to,

986With their hart bloods, that keepe our loue asunder,

987Of which my husband, and your wife are twayne.

988Ki. Thy beauty makes them guilty of their death,

989And giues in euidence that they shall dye,

990Vpon which verdict I their Iudge condemne them.

991Co: O periurde beautie, more corrupted Iudge:

992When to the great Starre-chamber ore our heads,

993The vniuersell Sessions cals to count,

994This packing euill, we both shall tremble for it.

995Ki. What saies my faire loue, is she resolute?

996Co. Resolute to be dissolude, and therefote this,

997Keepe but thy word great king, and I am thine,

998Stand where thou dost, ile part a little from thee

999And see how I will yeeld me to thy hands:

1000Here by my side doth hang my wedding knifes,

1001Take thou the one, and with it kill thy Queene

1002And learne by me to finde her where she lies

1003And with this other, Ile dispatch my loue,

1004Which now lies fast a sleepe within my hart,

1005When they are gone, then Ile consent to loue:

1006Stir not lasciuious king to hinder me,

1007My resolution is more nimbler far,

1008Then thy preuention can be in my rescue,

1009And if thou stir, I strike, therefore stand still,

1010And heare the choyce that I will put thee to:

1011Either sweare to leaue thy most vnholie sute,

1012And neuer hence forth to solicit me,

1013Or else by heauen, this sharpe poynted knyfe,

1014Shall staine thy earth, with that which thou would staine:

1015My poore chast blood, sweare Edward sweare,

1016Or I will strike and die before thee heere.

1017King. Euen by that power I sweare that giues me now,

1018The power to be ashamed of my selfe,

1019I neuer meane to part my lips againe,

1020In any words that tends to such a sute.

1021A rise true English Ladie, whom our Ile

1022May better boast of then euer Romaine might,

1023Of her whose ransackt treasurie hath taskt,

1024The vaine indeuor of so many pens:

1025Arise and be my fault, thy honors fame,

1026Which after ages shall enrich thee with,

1027I am awaked from this idle dreame,

1028Warwike, my Sonne, Darby, Artoys and Audley,

1029Braue warriours all, where are you all this while?

1031Warwike, I make thee Warden of the North,

1032Thou Prince of Wales, and Audley straight to Sea,

1033Scoure to New-hauen, some there staie for me:

1034My selfe, Artoys and Darby will through Flaunders,

1035To greete our friends there, and to craue their aide,

1036This night will scarce suffice me to discouer,

1037My follies seege, against a faithfull louer,

1038For ere the Sunne shal guide the esterne skie,

E Wele

1039Wele wake him with our Marshall harmonie. Exeunt.