2506.1[Scene 30] [Video Sc.30] 30.0.12507Enter the King of Gallia, Leir, Mumford, Cordella, Perillus and Sol2508diers, with the Chief of the town bound, [and an English Nobleman] Fear not, my friends, you shall receive no hurt
30.22510If you'll subscribe unto your lawful king
30.32511And quite revoke your fealty from Cambria,
30.42512And from aspiring Cornwall too, whose wives
30.52513Have practiced treason 'gainst their father's life.
30.62514We come in justice of your wrongèd king,
30.72515And do intend no harm at all to you,
30.82516So you submit unto your lawful king.
Kind countrymen, it grieves me that perforce
30.102518I am constrained to use extremities.
Long have you here been looked for, good my lord,
30.122520And wished for by a general consent;
30.132521And had we known your highness had arrived,
30.142522We had not made resistance to your grace.
30.152523And now, my gracious lord, you need not doubt
30.162524But all the country will yield presently,
30.172525Which, since your absence, have been greatly taxed
30.182526For to maintain their overswelling pride.
30.192527We'll presently send word to all our friends:
30.202528When they have notice, they will come apace.
Thanks, loving subjects, and thanks, worthy son;
30.222530Thanks, my kind daughter, thanks to you, my lord,
30.232531Who willingly adventured half your blood,
30.242532Without desert, to do me so much good.
Oh, say not so!
2534I have been much beholding to your grace:
2535I must confess, I have been in some skirmishes,
2536but I was never in the like to this,
2537for where I was wont to meet with armed men,
2538I was now encountered with naked women.
We that are feeble and want use of arms
30.272540Will pray to God to shield you from all harms.
The while your hands do manage ceaseless toil,
30.292542Our hearts shall pray the foes may have the foil.
We'll fast and pray whilst you for us do fight,
30.312544That victory may prosecute the right.
Methinks your words do amplify, my friends,
30.332546And add fresh vigor to my willing limbs.
30.342547But hark, I hear the adverse drum approach.
30.352548God and our right, Saint Denis, and Saint George!
30.35.12549Enter Cornwall, Cambria, Gonorill, Ragan, and the army. Presumptuous King of Gauls, how dar'st thou
30.372551Presume to enter on our British shore?
30.382552And, more than that, to take our towns perforce,
30.392553And draw our subjects' hearts from their true king?
30.402554Be sure to buy it at as dear a price
30.412555As e'er you bought presumption in your lives.
O'erdaring Cornwall, know we came in right
30.432557And just revengement of the wrongèd king,
30.442558Whose daughters there, fell vipers as they are,
30.452559Have sought to murder and deprive of life;
30.462560But God protected him from all their spite,
30.472561And we are come in justice of his right.
Nor he nor thou have any interest here
30.492563But what you win and purchase with the sword.
30.502564Thy slanders to our noble virtuous queens
30.512565We'll in the battle thrust them down thy throat
30.522566Except, for fear of our revenging hands,
30.532567Thou fly to sea, as not secure on lands.
Welshman, I'll so ferret you ere night for that word
2569that you shall have no mind to crake so well this twelvemonth.
They lie that say we sought our father's death.
'Tis merely forgèd for a color's sake,
30.582573Methinks an old man ready for to die
30.592574Should be ashamed to broach so foul a lie.
Fie, shameless sister, so devoid of grace,
30.612576To call our father "liar" to his face.
Peace, puritan, dissembling hypocrite,
30.632578Which art so good that thou wilt prove stark naught!
30.642579Anon, whenas I have you in my fingers,
30.652580I'll make you wish yourself in purgatory.
Nay, peace, thou monster, shame unto thy sex,
30.672582Thou fiend in likeness of a human creature!
I never heard a fouler spoken man.
Out on thee, viper, scum, filthy parricide,
30.702585More odious to my sight than is a toad.
30.71.1She snatches them and tears them. Think you to outface me with your paltry scrolls?
30.732588You come to drive my husband from his right,
Whoever heard the like impiety?
You are our debtor of more patience:
30.772592We were more patient when we stayed for you
30.782593Within the thicket two long hours and more.
What hours? What thicket?
There, where you sent your servant with your letters,
30.812596Sealèd with your hand, to send us both to heaven,
30.822597Where, as I think, you never mean to come.
Alas, you are grown a child again with age,
30.842599Or else your senses dote for want of sleep.
Indeed, you made us rise betimes, you know,
30.862601Yet had a care we should sleep where you bade us stay,
30.872602But never wake more till the latter day.
Peace, peace, old fellow, thou art sleepy still.
Faith, an if you reason till tomorrow
30.902605You get no other answer at their hands.
30.922607Should have so little grace between them.
30.932608Well, let us see if their husbands, with their hands,
30.942609Can do as much as they do with their tongues.
Ay, with their swords they'll make your tongue unsay
30.962611What they have said, or else they'll cut them out.
Too't, gallants, too't; let's not stand brawling thus.
King Leir