The Royal King and the Loyal Subject

The Royall King , AND The Loyall Subiect .

Actus primus ,

Scena prima . Enter the King of England , the Lord Lacy , Clinton , Chester , and the Martiall , Audley , and Bonvile . King . THus from the holy Warres are we return'd , To , slumber in the Summer of soft peace , Since those proud enemies that late blaspheamd And spit their furies in the face of Heaven , Are now laid low in dust . Chester . Dread Soveraigne . The Heavens have shew'd their bounty unto us , In guarding your most deare and sacred life From opposite hatred , and that imminent perill To which you were ingag'd . Clinton . When in one battaile you were twice unhorst , Guirt with the opposite rankes of Infidels , That had not timely rescue come from Heaven , Mortall assistance had beene us'd in vaine . King . Ey , now you load me with a surplusadge , Of comprlesse debets this thrice valiant Lord My noble Martiall , twice that perillous day Did he bestride me , and beneath his Targe . Me thought that instant did I lie as safe As in my best and strongest Cittadell ; The whilst his bright Sword like the Bolt of Iove , Pierc't the steele-crests of barbarous Infidels , And flatted them with earth ; although my Subject , Yet in this one thing thou hast prov'd my Lord : For when my life was forfeit to the Warres , Thou by thy valour didst redeeme it freely , And gav'st it me , whilst thou ingag'st thy life : For which if ever by like chance of Warre , Lawes forfeiture , or our prerogative , Thy life come in like danger , here we sweare By our earths honours , and our hopes divine , As thou for us , wee 'le ours ingage for thine . Mart. You give my Lord , to Duty Attributes Too high for her submisse humility : I am your vassall , and ten thousand lives Of equall ranke with mine , subjects and servants , Be over-rated if compar'd with yours . King . When I forget thee , may my operant parts Each one forget their office : We create thee Next to our selfe of power , we but except The name of King , all other dignities We will communicate to thee our friend . Mart. May I no longer use these Royalties , Or have the power to enjoy them , then I wholly Devote them to your service . Prince . Noble Martiall , If I survive Englands Inheritance , Or ever live to sit on Iacobs Stone , Thy love shall with my Crowne be hereditary . Mart. And gracious Prince , since Heaven hath bin as liberall To grace me with your favour , as my birth Was to endow me richly ; all your graces Shall with my great and ample revenues Be ever to your vertues serviceable . King . We know it . and have beene observers long Of thy choice vertues neither could we yet Fasten that love on thee , which came not home With double use and ample recompence . Clint. These graces are beyond dimension , They have nor height , nor depth , uncircumscrib'd , And without bounds . He like abroad arm'd tree O're-shadows us , and throw his spacious bowes , We that grow under cannot see the Sunne , Nor taste the cheerefull warmth of his bright beames . These branches we must loppe by fire or Thunder , Or by his shadowy armes be still kept under . Chest. I was borne Eagle-fighted , and to gaze In the Suns fore-head ; I will brooke no cloud To stand betwixt me and his glorious fire , I 'le have full light , or none ; either soare high , Or else sinke low ; my ominous Fate is cast , Or to be first , or of all abjects last . King . You shall renowned Martiall feast for us The Embassadors that come from forraigne Lands , To gratulate our famous victories . Mar. I shall my Lord , and give them intertainment To Englands honour , and to suite the place Of which I beare the name . King . We doubt it not : We understand Lords , in these tedious warres Some forward spirits have beene at great expence To furnish them like noble Gentlemen ; And many spent most part of their revenues In honour of their Countrey , some undone In pursuit of these warres : now if such come For their reliefe by suite petitionary , Let them have gracious hearing , and supply Or by our service , or our Treasury Audley . I have one Kinsman hath spent all his land , And is return'd a begger , and so tatter'd , As that I can but blush to acknowledge him : But in the Warres he spent it , and for me , Warres shall relieve him . He was a noble Heire , But what these lost , let other Warres repaire . King . Lords all , once more we greete your safe returne , With generall welcome , we invite you all To feast with us , and joy what we have wonne , Happiest in these , our Martiall , and our sonne . Exit . Enter the Clowne and a Welch-man . Clowne .

It seemes thou hast not beene in the Warres my Friend , but art new come up to London .

Welch .

Heaven plesse thee from all his mercies , and his graces : It was told us in Wales , that you have great pigge Organ in Pauls , and pigger by a great deale than our Organ at Rixam , which made me make my travels and my journies on the pare hoofe up to London , to have resolutions and certifications in that pisinesse , that when I venture into my Countries and habitations , I may give notice to mine Uncle , Rice ap Davy , ap Morgan , ap Evan , ap Iones , ap Geffrey . I pray where apout stands Pauls Church , can you tell her ?

Clowne .

Overy easily ; stand with thy face that way , and follow thy nose , and thou wilt be there presently . But doest thou heare Brittan , take my word , our Organ of Powles is much bigger and better than yours of Rixam , by as much as Powles Church is bigger and better than Saint Pancridge .

Welch .

Awe man , you prittle and prattle nothing but leasings and untruths : now will you but ease your posteriors a little , and I will quickly shew you your Organ of Pauls .

Clown .

Very good , I like your demonstration well ; but doest thou thinke your Organ of Rixam can compare with ours for all that ?

Welch .

Lend me but your eares and your apprehensions , and I will make you easily to acknowledge your errours .

Clowne .

But first shew me your case in which you carry your two paire of Organs , sure those flops wil not hold them : but in the meane time walke with me to the next red Lettice , and I will give thee two Cannes , and wet thine Organ-pipes well I warrant thee .

Welch .

I will take your courtesies , and if ever I shall meet you in Glamorgan , or Rednock-shire , I will make bold to requite some part of your kindnesses .

A loud winding of Hornes within . Clowne .

The very noise of that Horne hath frighted my courtesie , but all 's one , fare-well for this time , and at our next meeting ten to one I will be as good as my word .

Welch .

Say you so man , why then Cad keepe you from all his mercies , and good fortunes , and make us all his servants .

Sound againe . Enter the King , Martiall , &c. King . Come , we will to the chace , be neare us Martiall , I 'le try to day which of our two good steeds Can speed it best ; let the most swift take both . Mar. So please your Grace , but I shall surely loose ; Yours is the best for proofe , though mine for show . King . That will we try , the wager growes not deepe Equals the lay , and what we winne , wee 'le keepe , Mount , mount . Exeunt . Chester . Greater and greater still , no plot , no tricke To have him quite remov'd from the Kings Grace , To slander him ? Clin. The King will lend no eare To any just complaint that 's made of him ; What can our scandals doe then ? Chest. Challenge him Of Treason then , and that may haply call His Loyalty into suspect and question , Which in the King at least will breed a coldnesse , If not a deadnesse of affection . Clint. Of Treason ? say he crave the combate then , For that 's the least he can ; which of us two Shall combate him ? I know his blowes too well , Not I . Chest. I should be loath . Clin. How doe you rellish this ? His vertue and his bounty wonne him grace , On that wee 'le build to ruine all his favours , And worke him to disgrace . Chest. Pray teach me how ? Clin. First , praise him to the King , give all his vertues Double their due , adde unto every thing , Ey , and Hyperbolize in all his deeds : Let his knowne vertues be the common Theame Of our discourse to stale him , rate his worth , To equalize , if not to exceed the King : This cannot but beget distast at least . Chest. But further . Clin. Thus ; then fall off from his praise , And question his best deeds , as it may be His noble bounty is but popular grace , And his humility but inward pride : His vulgar suffrage and applause abroad , A way to climbe and seate himselfe aloft , You understand me ? Chest. Fully ; come to horse , Hornes . And as we ride , our further plots disgest , To finde what may disturbe , what ayd us best . Exit . Enter Martiall , and Servant . Mar. Spurre to the King , his steed 's unshod before , The wayes be stony , and hee 'le spoyle his beast : Here take these shooes and hammer , brought of purpose For mine owne use . Serv.

My Lord , have you pluck't the shooes off from your owne horse , to set them on anothers , a thousand to one but you will spoyle your owne Guelding quite .

Mar. No matter , doe as I command thee sirrah ; Hollow him streight , I know he loves that horse , And would not ride him bare for any gold . Serv.

Your horse is as good as his I am sure , and I think you love him as well .

Mar. No matter , if he aske thee where thou hadst them , Tell him , thou broughtst them with thee for my use . Away , I 'le gallop after , and over-take thee . Serv.

Put your shooes on another horses feete , and let your owne goe bare-foot ? a jest indeed .

Mar.

The King affects both his good horse and Game , I 'le helpe to further both .

Enter the King , and Martiall : Winde hornes . King . You have fetcht me up at length , that 's to your fortune , Or my misfortune , for I lost a shooe . Martiall you ride well furnisht to the field , Mar. My Lord , so Horsemen should and I am glad My man was so well furnisht , and the rather Since we are farre from helpe ; my man is cunning , Your Highnesse to his skill may trust your horse . King . Thou couldst not have presented me a gift I could have tasted better , for that beast I much esteeme : you were out-stript at length . Mar.

Till I was forc't to alight , my horse with yours Kept equall speed .

Enter the Lords . King . Our Lords ? now Gentlemen , How doe you like the Chace ? Audl. 'T was excellent . King . Had not my horse beene by mischance unshod , My Martiall here and I had led you still . Chest. You were the better horst . King . And you the worst , Witnesse the hugenesse of your way behind : Is not my horse yet shod ? Serv. He is my Lord . King . Then let us mount againe . Clin. Your horse my Lord , is not in state to ride , He wants two shooes before . King . Whose doth , the Martials ? Mart. Oft such mischance ; happen . King . Were you furnisht For us , and for your selfe kept no supply ? Mar. So I may have my Lord to furnish you , I care not how my selfe want . King . Apprehension helpe mee , for every circumstance apply Thou hast done me an unwonted courtesie ; You spy'd my losse first . Mar.

I did my Lord .

King .

And then alighted .

Mar.

True .

King . Vpon my life 't is so , To unshooe thine owne good steed , and furnish mine , Was 't not ? upon thy life resolve me true . Mar.

What I have done my Lord , I did to you .

King . You will exceed me still , and yet my courtesie Shall ranke with thine ; for this great duty showne , I pay thee thus , both steeds are now thine owne . Clint. They wager love . Mar. The best thing I can doe In me is duty ; the worst , Grace in you . King . Th' art ours ; come mount , we wil returne to Court , To order the great Turnament prepar'd To doe our sonne grace ; in which we intreat Martiall , your ayde , because your skill is great . Exit Enter Corporall and Cocke ragged . Corpor.

We have visited all our familiars , is it not now time that we revisite our Captaine ?

Cock .

With all my heart good Corporall , but it had not bin amisse , if we had gone to Burchen-lane first to have suited us : and yet it is a credit for a man of the sword to goe thread-bare , because by his apparrell he may be taken to be an old Soldier .

Corp.

Cocke , thy father was a fresh water soldier , thou are not ; Thou hast beene powdred , witnesse thy flaxe & touch-box .

Enter Match . Cocke .

But who comes yonder , my Match ? I am glad I have met thee .

Match .

I knew Cock , at one time or other thou wouldst meete with thy Match . What , shall we goe to my Captains lodging ?

Enter Captaine extreame ragged . Corp. Spare that paines , yonder he appears in his colours . Capt.

Fortun' de la guere ; I that have flourisht , no colours like me , nay , no Trumpet thou in his highest key , have nothing now but ragges to flourish ; I that have fac't the enemy , have not so much as any facing left me : were my suite but as well pointed as I have seene some , and stood I but in the midst of my followers , I might say I had nothing about me but tagge and ragge . I am descended nobly ; for I am descended so low , that all the cloaths of my backe are scarce worth a Noble : I was borne to thousands , and yet a thousand to one , they will now scarce acknowledge mee where I was borne .

Corp.

Health to our worthy Captaine ,

Capt.

Thanks my most worthy soldiers ; and yet if I should examine your worths , what at the most could all you make ?

Corp.

I would not have your Worship to examine our outsides .

Capt.

And for your insides I 'le passe my word .

Cock .

Cannot all your worships credit afford you a new suit ?

Cap.

Credit me , no ; my revenues were a thousand a yeere , part of which I lavish't amongst gallants , riotted in Tavernes , havockt in Ordinaries ; and when my estate began to ebbe , as my last refuge , I laid all my hopes upon the last wars , but failing there , ( as the world imagins ) I am return'd as you see . The King hath promised supply and reliefe to all that have spent their estates in his expeditions , but many like my selfe have beene borne to be poore , that scorne to be beggars ; as many have beene borne to be rich , that can never leave it ; the truth is , I am my selfe as my proceedings will expresse me further .

Cor.

Will you cashiere us Captaine , or shall wee follow your future fortunes ?

Capt.

You shall not leave me ; my purpose is to try the humours of all my friends , my Allies , my ancient associates , and see how they will respect me in my supposed poverty : though I loose their acquaintance , I will loose none of my retinew . How say you Gentlemen , will you copart with me in this my dejectednesse ?

Corp.

As I am Corporall , so will I prove true Squire to thy body .

Cock .

And as I am true Cocke , so will I crow at thy service , waite on thee with a combe for thy head , with fire to thy Peece , with water to thy hands , and be cocke sure in any imployment whatsoever .

Match .

And as I am true Match , I shall scorne that any of them shall o're-match me in duty .

Capt.

Attend me then ; if I rise , you shall ascend ; if fall , I will lie flat with you . First then I will make some tryall of my Friends at the Court , and in good time : here 's the King .

Sound , Enter the King discoursing with Chester , and Clinton , Audley , and Bonvile . King . You have perswaded much , and I begin To censure strangely , of his emulous love . Chest. Further my Lord , what can his smoothnesse meane , His courtesie , and his humility , But as fly baites to catch the peoples hearts , And weane them from your love . Clin. Doth he not strive In all things to exceed your courtesie , Of purpose to out-shine your Royall deeds , And daze I your brightnesse , that himselfe may shine ? Is he not onely popular my Liege ? Is not the peoples suffrage sole to him , Whilst they neglect your fame , his traine doth equall , If not exceed yours , still his Chamber throng'd With store of suitors : where the Martiall lies , There is the Court , all eyes are bent on him , And on his glories ; there 's no Theame abroad , But how he sav'd you from the Pagans sword , How his sole hand swayes , guides , and guards the Realme . Chest. Thinke but my Lord on his last game at Chesse , 'T was his past odds , but when he saw you moov'd , With what a sly neglect he lost the mate , Onely to make you bound to' him . Clin. For all the favours , graces , honours , loves Bestow'd upon him from your bounteous hand , His cunning was to thinke to quit you all , And pay you with a horse-shooe . Chest. In the Turnament Made by the Prince your sonne , when he was Peerelesse , And without equall , this ambitious Martiall Strives to exceed , and did ; but when he saw Your Highnesse moov'd to see the Prince disgrac't , He lost the Prize ; but how ? that all the people Might see it given , not forfiet , which did adde Rather than derogate : briefly my Lord , His courtesie is all ambition . King . And well it may be ; is he not our vassall ? Why should the Martiall then contend with us . To exceed in any vertue ? we observe him . His popularity , how affable He 's to the people ; his Hospitality , Which addes unto his love ; his forwardnesse , To entertaine Embassadors , and feast them , Which though he doo' it upon his proper charge , And for our honour , yet it may be thought A smoothnesse , and a cunning , to grow great ; It must be so . A project we intend To proove him faithlesse , or a perfect friend . Exit . Chest. It takes , these jealous thoughts we must pursue , And to his late doubts still adde something new . Cap. Your speech being ended , now comes in my cue . My honourable Lord . Chest. What begger 's this ? Cap. Beggar my Lord ? I never begg'd of you : But were I a begger , I might be a Courtiers fellow : Could I begge suites my Lord as well as you , I need not goe thus clad ; or were you free From begging as I am , you might ranke me . Chest. Comparisons ? Away . Exit . Cap. Folly and pride In Silkes and Lace their imperfections shew , But let pure vertue come in garments torne To begge reliefe she gets a courtly scorne : My Lord you know me ? Clin. I have seene that face . Cap. Why 't is the same it was , it is no changeling , It beares the selfe-same front ; 't is not like yours , Paled with the least disgrace , or past with bragges , That smiles upon gay cloaths , and frownes on rags . Mine 's stedfast as the Sunne , and free as Fate ; Whose equall eyes looke upon want and state . Clin.

And doth not mine so too ? Pray what 's your busines ?

Cap.

Onely that you would know me : the Kings favour hath made you a Baron , and the Kings warres have made me a bare one : there 's lesse difference in the Accent of the word , than in the cost of our weeds : This is the same face you were once acquainted with though not the same habite : I could know your face , though your diseas'd body were wrapt in sheepe-skins .

Clin.

This fellow offends me .

Cap.

Goe churle , passe free , Thou knowst my forfeit lands , though forget'st me : Nay , you would be going too , you are as affraid of a torne suite , as a younger brother of a Serjeant , a rich corne-master of a plentifull yeere , or a troublesome Attourney to heare of suits put to compremize .

Sir . I must challenge you , you are my kinsman ; My Grandsir was the first that rais'd the name Of Bonvile to this height , but Lord to see That you are growne a Lord , and know not me . Bonv. Cousin , I know you , you have bin an unthrift , And lavisht what you had ; had I so done , I might have ebb'd like you , where I now flow . Cap.

Yet I can purchase that , which all the wealth you have will never winne you .

Bon. And what 's that I pray ? Cap. Wit : is the word strange to you , wit ? Bon. Whither wilt thou ? Cap. True , Wit will to many ere it come to you . Bon. Feed you upon your purchase , I 'le keepe mine . Cap. Have you the wit to doo 't ? Cap. I have wit to buy , And you to sell , which is the greater gaine ? Cousin I 'le keepe my wealth , keep you your brain . Cap. The wealth of Mydas choak thee ere th' art old , And even the bread thou feed'st on change to gold . My Lord , you heare how I pray for my Kinred , I have a little more charity for my friend : with you I have some businesse . Aud. I am in haste now . Cap. I pray you stay . Audl. Not now indeed . Cap. Pardon , for here 's no way Before you heare me . Aud. Prithee be briefe . Cap. Your daughter lives I hope . Aud. What 's that to thee ? Cap. Somewhat 't will proove , ey and concerning me ; Before I laid my fortunes on these warres . And was in hope to thrive , by your consent , Nay , by your motion our united hearts Were made more firme by contract ; well you know We were betroth'd . Aud. Sir , I remember 't not . Cap. I doe , and thus proceed : I was in hope to have rais'd my fortunes high , And with them to have pull'd her by degrees Vnto that eminence at which I aime : I venter'd for it , but instead of wealth I purchast nought but wounds . Honour I had , And the repute of valour ; but my Lord , These simply of themselves are naked Titles , Respectlesse , without price , and bombast wealth , And to the purblind world shew seeming bad , Behold in me their shapes , they thus goe clad . Aud. You said you would be briefe . Cap. All that I had , I spent upon my Soldiers , we tooke no spoile . The warres have grated on me ev'n to this That you now see : Now my last refuge is , To raise my selfe by her . Aud. And spend her meanes As thou hast done thine owne vile unthrift ? no , I know no Contract . Cap. I have one to shew . Aud. No matter ; think'st thou that I 'le vent my bagges To suite in Sattin him that Jets in ragges ? Exit . Cap. The world 's all of one heart , this blaze I can , All love the money , none esteemes the man . These be our friends at Court , and fine ones too , Are they not pray ? where be our followers ? Cock .

Here noble Captaine .

Cap.

You see how our friends grace us , what hopes we have to preferre you ?

Corp.

I see sufficient : Captaine , I will discharge my selfe , I meane to seeke else-where for preferment .

Cap.

All leave me if you please ; but him that stayes , If e're I mount , I 'le with my fortunes raise .

Match .

Captaine , I desire your passe , I meane to march along with my Corporall .

Cap.

Wilt thou goe too ?

Cock .

I leave you ? who I ? for a little diversity , for a wet storme ? no Sir , though your out-sides fall away , I 'le cleave as close to you as your linings .

Cap.

Gramercy yet , away without reply ?

Corp.

Futre for thy base service .

Cap.

Away , sfoot how am I falne out of my humour ? and yet this strangenesse of my nearest friends and alliance deserves a little cotemplating ; is 't possible , that even Lords , that have the best educating , whose eares are frequent to the most fluent discourse , that live in the very braine of the Land , the Court , that these should be gull'd with shadows , and not be able to distinguish a man when they see him ; thou knowest me , yet these doe not .

Cock .

Why may not a poore man have as good eyes as another ? their eares indeed may be larger than mine , but I can see as far without spectacles as the best Lord in the land .

Cap.

These superficiall Lords that thinke every thing to be as it appeares , they never question a mans wit , his discretion , his language , his inward vertues , but as hee seemes , he passes .

Cock . I warrant if I should looke like an Asse , They would take mee for one too . Cap.

The next I try is my betroth'd , if she acknowledge this hand that hath received hers , this heart , this face , and knowes the person from the garment , I shall say , Woman , there is more vertue in thee than Man .

Cock .

There 's no question of that ; for they say , they will hold out better : But Sir , if we be no better habited , I make a question how we shall get in at the Court-gate ; for I 'le assure you your fashion is not in request at the Court .

Cap.

My vertue is not to be imitated ; I 'le hold my purpose though I be kept backe , and venter lashing in the Porters Lodge . Come , follow me , I will goe see my Mistresse , Though guirt with all the Ladies of the court :

Though ragged Vertue oft may be kept out , No grate so strongly kept above the Center , But Asses with gold laden , free may enter .

Actus Secundus ,

Scena Secunda . Enter the Prince , the Princesse , the Martiall , and the Lady Mary Audley . Prince . Lord Martiall , we are much in debt to you , For by your favour we obtain'd the prize In the last Tourney : we acknowledge it . Mar. I could not love my Soveraigne Gracious Prince , Without extent of duty to the sonne . Princesse . 'T was nobly ply'd on both sides , both had honour ; Yet brother to be modest in your praise , You had the best . Prince . You please to grace me Sister . Martiall , I heare you are a widdower late : How long is 't since your beauteous Countesse dy'd ? Mar. My Lord , you make me now unsoldier-like For get the name of Martiall , to become A passionate husband ; her remembrance drawes Teares from mine eyes : shee dy'd some three Moneths since , Good Lady shee 's now gone . Princesse . A kinde Husband I 'le warrant him : if e're I chance to bride , Heaven grant I finde no worse . Prince . Have you no children by her ? Mar. Two sweet Girles , Now all my hopes and solace of this earth , Whom next the zeale I owe unto my King , I prise above the world . Prince . Why noble Sir , Are they not brought up to be train'd at Court , To attend our Sister ? Mar. They are young and tender , And e're I teach them fashion , I would gladly Traine them in vertue , and to arme their youth Against the smooth and amorous baits of Court . Princesse . As kind a Father as a Husband now : If e're I chance to wedde , such Heaven grant me . Prince . Why Heaven may heare your prayer : here 's one I warrant that dreames not on a Husband . Princesse . Yet e're long Shee may both dreame , and speake as much as I . No question but she thinks as much already ; And were here voyce and her election free , Shee would not sticke to say this man for me . Prince . You make the Lady blush . Princesse . Why to change face , They say in modest Maides are signes of grace : Yet many that like her hold downe the head , Will ne're change colour when they 're once in bed . Prince . You 'le put the Lady out of countenance quite . Princesse . Not out of heart ; for all of her complexion , Shew in their face the fire of their affection : And even the modest wives , this know we too , Oft blush to speake what is no shame to doe . Mar. Lady , the Princesse doth but try your spirit , And prove your cheeke , yet doe not take it ill , Hee 'le one day come will act the Husbands part . Enter Captaine and Cocke . Princesse .

Here enters one , I hope it be not he .

Cap.

Attend me sirrah into the presence , and if any of the Guard repulse thee , regard him not .

Cocke .

I 'le march where my Captaine leads , wer 't into the Presence of the great Termagaunt .

Cap.

My duty to the Prince , Madam your favour , Lord Martiall , yours .

Prince .

What will the fellow doe ?

Cap.

Lady , your lip .

Princesse . My Lord , how like you this ? Shee 'd blush to speake , that doth not blush to kisse . Cocke .

Well said Mistris .

Prince .

A good bold fellow .

Cap.

You are not asham'd to acknowledge me in this good company : I have brought thee all that the warres have left of me ; were I better worth , 't were all thine ; thou canst have no more of the Cat but his skinne , I have brought thee home the same eyes that first saw thee , the same tongue that first courted thee , the same hand that first contracted thee , and the same heart that first affected thee : More I have not , lesse I cannot : nay quickly sweet Wench , and let mee know what to trust to .

Lady Mary . Were you more worth , I could not love you more , Or lesse , affect you lesse ; you have brought me home All that I love , your selfe , and you are welcome . I gave no faith to Money , but a Man , And that I cannot loose possessing you : 'T is not the robe or garment I affect , For who would marry with a suite of cloaths ? Diamonds , though set Lead , reteine their worth , And leaden Knives may have a golden sheath . My love is to the Jewell , not the Case , And you my jewell are . Cap.

Why god amercy Wench : come sirrah .

Exit . Cock

Here 's a short horse soone curryed .

Princesse .

Is this your sweet-heart ? I had need wish you much joy , for I see but a little towards : Where did you take him up by the hye-way , or did you not fall in love with him hanging on a Gibbet ?

Prince .

What is he for Heavens sake ? can no man give him his true character ?

Mar. I can my Lord , he 's of a noble House , A Bonvile , and great Heire ; but being profuse , And lavish in his nonage , spent the most Of his knowne meanes , and hoping now at last To raise his fortunes by the warres now ceast , His hopes have fail'd him , yet we know him valiant And fortunate in service . One whose minde No fortune can deject , no favour raise Above his vertues pitch . Prince . If he be such , Wee 'le move the King in his behalfe , and helpe To cherish his good parts . Enter Chester . Chest. My Lord the Prince , The King calls for you ; for he dines to day In the great Hall with great solemnity , And his best state : Lord Martiall , you this day Must use your place , and waite , so all the Lords . Prince .

Come , wee 'le goe see the King .

Mar.

I shall attend your Grace .

Exit . Princesse .

And in faith Lady can you be in love with this ragge of honour ?

Lady Ma. Madam , you know I am my Fathers heire , My possibilities may raise his hopes To their first height : should I despise my hand In a torne glove , or taste a poysonous draught Because presented in a Cup of Gold ? Vertue will last when wealth flyes , and is gone : Let me drinke Nectar though in earth or stone . Princesse .

But say your Father now , as many Fathers are , proove a true worldling , and rather than bestow thee on one dejected , dis-inherite thee ? how then ?

Lady Ma. My Father is my Father , but my Husband , He is my selfe : my resolution is To professe constancy , and keepe mine honour ; And rather than to Queene it where I hate , Begge where I love : I wish no better fate . Princesse .

By my faith good counsell ; if I live long enough , It may be I may have the grace to follow it .

Exit . Sound : enter two banquets brought forth , at one the King and the Prince in their State , at the other the Lords : the Martiall with his Staffe and Key , and other offices borne before him to waite on the King . King . This Anniversary doe we yeerely keepe In memory of our late victories . In joy of which we make a publicke feast , And banquet all our Peeres thus openly . Sit Lords , those onely we appoint to waite , Attend us for this day : and now to crowne Our Festivall , we will begin this health . Who 's that so neare our elbow ? Martiall ? you ? Stand off we wish you , further . Mar. Me my Lord ? King . Ey you my Lord . Mar. Your Highnesse will 's a law , I shall obey . King . You are too neare us yet : what are we King , Or have we countermanders ? Chest.

Note you that ?

Clint.

Now it begins .

Mar. I feare some Sycophants Have dealt ignobly with us to the King : No matter I am arm'd with innocence , And that dares front all danger . King . Lords this Health : The King drinks , they all stand . See it goe round , 't was to our victory . Mar.

With pardon , can your Highnesse that remember , And so forget me ?

King . Thou doest prompt me well , You are our Martiall . Mar. I have us'd that place . King . Your Staffe ? support it , and resolve me thus : Which of yon Lords there seated at the bord , Hast thou beene most in opposition with ? Or whom dost thou least favour ? Mar. I love all : But should you aske me who hath wrong'd me most , Then should I point out Chester . King . Chester then , Beare him that Staffe , giv 't up into his hand , Say , I commend me to him by the name Of our High Martiall ; take your place below , And let him waite on us : what doe you pause ? Or shall we twice command ? Mar. I 'le doo 't my Lord : Chester , the King commends his love to you , And by my mouth he styles you by the name Of his High Martiall , which this Staffe of Office Makes good to you ; my place I thus resigne , And giv 't up freely as it first was mine . You must attend the King , it is a place Of honour Chester , and of great command , Vse it with no lesse modesty than he That late injoy'd it , and resignes it thee . Chest. I need not your instruction ; the Kings bounty Bestows it freely , and I take my place . Mar. And I mine here , th' allegeance that I owe him Bids me accept it , were it yet more low . King . Attend us Chester , wait upon our Cup , It is an honour due to you this day . Chest. I shall my Lord . Clin.

Oh my Lord you are welcome , wee have not had your company amongst us long .

Mar. You ever had my heart , though the Kings service Commanded still my person : I am eas'd Of a great burden so the King rest pleas'd . Aud.

I have not seene a man hath borne his disgrace with more patience ; especially to be forc't with his owne hand to deliver up his honours to his enemy .

Bonv.

It would have troubl'd me , I should not brooke it .

King . Command you fellow give his golden Key To the Lord Clinton ; henceforth we debarre him Accesse unto our Chamber , see it done . Chest. The King commands you to give up your Key Vnto that Lord that neares you : henceforth Sir , You to his person are deny'd accesse , But when the King commands . Mar. Say to my Liege , The proudest foe he hath , were he an Emperor , Should not have forc't the least of these from me : But I acknowledge these , and all I have , To be sole his ; my life too , which as willingly To please him I will send : I thanke his Highnesse That sees so into my debility , That he hath care to ease me of these loads That have opprest me long ; so Sir 't is done : Come Lords , now let 's be merry , and drinke round , After great tempests we a calme have found . Aud.

This Lord is of an unwonted constancy , He entertaines his disgraces as merrily as a man dyes that is tickled to death .

King . Cannot all this stirre his impatience up ? I 'le search his breast but I will finde his gaule : Command him give his Staffe of Councell up , We will bestow it elsewhere where we please . Chest.

The King would have you to forbeare the Councel , And to give up your Staffe .

Mar. I shall turne man , Kings cannot force to beare more than we can . Chest. Sir , are you moov'd ? Mar. Those that are wronged may speake : My Lord , I let you know my innocence , And that my true and unstain'd Loyalty Deserves not this disgrace : none ever bore Like eminence with me that hath discharg'd it With better zeale and conscience : for my service Let my wounds witnesse , I have some to shew ; That had I not my body interpos'd , Had beene your skarres : all my deserved honours You have bestow'd upon my enemies , Ey such as have whole skinnes , — And never bled but for their ease and health . You might with as much lustice take my life As seaze my honours : howsoe're my Lord Give me free leave to speake but as I finde , I ever have beene true , you now unkind . King . Will you contest ? What have you Sir that is not held from us ? Or what can your owne vertue purchase you Without our grace ? Are not your fortunes , favours , And your revenewes ours ? where should they end But where they first began ? have we not power To give our owne ? or must we aske your counsell , To grace where you appoint ? neede we a Guardian , Or aime you at the place ? Mar. Oh my dread King , It sorrows me that you misprize my love , And with more freedome I could part with life Than with your Grace : my offices alas , They were my troubles , but to want your favours , That onely thus afflicts my loyall thoughts , And makes me bold to tearme your Grace unkind . King . Sir , we command you to abandon Court , And take it as a favour that we now Not question of your life ; without reply Leave us . Mar. I 'le leave the Court as I would leave my burden , But from your Highnesse in this kind to part , Is as my body should fortake my heart . Exit . King . Shall we not be ourselfe , or shall we brooke Competitors in reigne ? act what we doe By other mens appointment ? he being gone , We are unrival'd ; wee 'le be sole , or none . Prince .

The Martiall 's gone in discontent my Liege .

King . Pleas'd , or not pleas'd , if we be Englands King , And mightiest in the Spheare in which we moove , Wee 'le shine alone , this Phaeton cast downe , Wee 'le state us now midst of our best affected : Our new created Martiall first lead on , Whose Loyalty we now must build upon . Exit . Enter Captaine and Clowne . Cap. Sir , now attend me , I 'le to the Ordinary , And see if any of my ancient friends will take note of me . Where 's the good man ? within ? Clown .

There 's none dwels here ; you may speak with the Master of the house if you will .

Enter the Host . Crown .

Captaine , Captaine , I have descri'd an Host .

Cap.

An Host ? where ? which way march they ?

Clown .

Mine Host of the house , see where he marches .

Cap.

Here take my cloake , what is 't not Dinner-time ? Are there no gallants come yet ?

Host.

Why Sir , doe you meane to dine here to day ?

Cap.

Here doe I meane to cranch , to munch , to eate , To feed , and be fat my fine Cullapolis .

Host.

You must pardon me Sir , my house intertaines none but Gentlemen ; if you will stand at gate , when Dinner 's done , I 'le helpe you to some fragments .

Cap.

Sirrah , if your house be free for Gentlemen , it is fit for me ; thou seest I keepe my man , I 've Crownes to spend with him that 's bravest here : I 'le keepe my roome in spight of Silkes and Sattins .

Host.

I would I were well rid of this ragge-muffin .

Enter two Gentlemen . 1. Gent.

How goes the day ?

2. Gent.

It cannot yet be old , because I see no more gallants come .

1. Gent.

Mine Host , what 's here ?

Host.

A Tatterdemalean , that stayes to sit at the Ordinary to day .

2. Gent.

Doest know him ?

Host.

I did when he was flush , and had the Crownes ; but since he grew poore , he is worne quite out of my remembrance . He is a decay'd Captaine , and his name is Bonvile .

1. Gent.

I would he would leave this place , and ranke himselfe with his companions .

Enter two more . 2. Gent.

Morrow Gentlemen .

3. Gent.

The morning 's past , 't is mid-day at the least .

4. Gent.

What is the roome so empty ?

Host. And please your Worships . Here 's more by one than it can well receive . 3. Gent.

What Tatter 's that that walkes there ?

4. Gent.

If he will not leave the roome , kicke him downe staires .

Cap. There 's ne're a silken outside in this company That dares present a foot to doe that office : I 'le tosse that heele a yard above his head That offers but a spurne . 1. Gent. Can we not be private ? Cap. I am a man like you perhaps well bred , Nor want I coyne , for harke , my pockets chinke : I keepe my man to attend me more perhaps , Than some can doe that goe in costlier Silke Are you so fearefull of a ragged suite ? They were first paid for e're they were put on ; A man may question whether yours were so . Who kicks first , ha , come ; have you minde to game ? I 'le cast , or set at thus much ; will you card A rest for this ? no ? then let 's to dinner : Come serve in meate . 1. Gent.

Mine Host , prithee put this fellow out of the room , And let him not drop his shooe-clouts here .

2. Gent.

Sfoot dost thou meane we shall goe louzie out of the house ?

3. Gent.

If he will not goe out by faire meanes , Send for a Constable .

4. Gent.

And send him to Bridewell Ordinary ; whipping cheere is best for him .

Host.

Nay pray sir leave my house , you see the Gentlemen will not endure your company .

Cap. Mine Host , thou knewst me in my flourishing prime : I was the first brought custome to thine house , Most of my meanes I spent here to enrich thee ; And to set thee up , I 've cast downe my selfe . Host.

I remember sir some such matter , but you see the times change . Nay , will you leave the Gentlemen ?

Cap. The Lease of this house hadst thou not from me ? Did I not give thee both the Fyne and Rent ? Host.

I must needs say you were bountifull when you had it , but in troth sir , if you will not be gone , J shall be forc't to turne you out by the head and shoulders .

Cap. And is not all this worth the trusting for an Ordinary ? Host. Nay if you prate , I shall use you somewhat extraordinary . Gent. Downe with the Rogue . Cap. Since you hate calmes , and wil move stormy weather , Now Host and guest shall all downe staires together . Clown . Ah well done Master , tickle them noble Captaine . Cap.

Come Cock I have tooke some of their stomacks away from them before Dinner .

Enter the Martiall with his two men , and his two Daughters . Mar. We are at peace now , and in threatned death We doe enjoy new life : my onely comforts , The image of my late deceased wife , Now have I time to surfeit on your sight , Which Court-imployments have debarr'd me long . Oh Fortune , thou didst threaten misery , And thou hast paid me comfort ; neede we ought That we should seeke the suffrage of the Court ? Are we not rich ? are we not well revenew'd ? Are not the Countrey-pleasures farre more sweete Than the Court-cares ? Instead of balling suiters Our eares receive the musicke of the Hound ; For mounting pride and lofty ambition , We in the Ayre behold the Falcons Tower , And in that Morall mock those that aspire . Oh my good King , instead of threat and wrong , Thou hast brought me rest which I have wisht so long . Isabella . Sir we have long beene Orphans in the Countrey , Whilst you still followed your affaires at Court ; We heard we had a Father by our Guardian , But scarce till now could we enjoy your sight . Katherine . Nor let it seeme offencive to your love , That we in your retirement should take pride , The King in this pursues our greater happinesse , And quickens most where he would most destroy . Mar. You are mine owne sweet girles & in your vertues I place my sole blisse ; you are all my honours , My favours , state , and offices at Court : What are you not ? Let the King take my lands , And my possession , and but leave me you , He leaves me rich ; more would I not desire , And lesse he cannot grant . Enter a servant . Serv. One from the King Attends your honour , and his urgency Craves quicke dispatch . Mar. Ladies withdraw a little , I long to know what mischiefe 's now afoot ; Wee 'le front it be it death , ey and march towards it . A Chaire , admit the Herald , let him in ; We are arm'd 'gainst what can come , our breast is true , And that 's one Maxim , what is forc't is wrong , We can both keepe our heart and guide our tongue . Enter the servant ushering in Chester . Chest. Sir , the King greets you , and commands you effect His will in this you know the Character . Mar. My good Lord Martiall you are welcome hither , These Lines I kisse because they came from him . Chest. You 'le like the letter better than the style : Ha , change your face ? is your blood moov'd to the tyde , Or ebbes it to your heart ? Mar. Thou hast two Daughters , He reads . Faire by report her whom thou lov'st best Send to the Court it is thy Kings behest , Doe this on thy allegeance , Chest: Sir your Answer ? Mar. I pray Sir deale with men in misery Like one that may himself be miserable : Insult not too much upon men distrest , Play not too much upon my wretchednesse ; The noble minds still will not when they can . Chest. I cannot stay for answer pray be briefe . Mar. You are more welcome than your message Sir , And yet that 's welcome comming from my King ; Pray Sir forbeare me , 't is the Kings command , And you shall know mine answer instantly Receive him nobly . Chest. I shall waite your pleasure . Mar. Malice , revenge , displeasure envy , hate , I had thought that you had onely dwelt at Court , And that the Countrey had beene cleere and free : But from Kings wraths no place I finde is safe My fairest daughter ? had the King commanded One of my hands , I had sent it willingly ; But her ! yet Kings must not be dallied with , Somewhat I must resolve to breed of force Treason or to my blood , or to my King , False Father or false or Subject I must proove , Be true to him I serve other I love , Somewhat I must : my Daughters , call them in : Enter one ushering the Ladies . Leave them and us . Ladies I must be blunt , the King 's displeas'd And hearing of two children whom I love , My patience and my loyalty to try , Commands that she whom I love best must dye . Isab Dye ? 'las chat 's nothing ; must nor all men so ? And doth not Heaven crowne martyr'd innocence ? I was affraid my Lord the King had sene To have strumpetted the fairest for of your blood : An innocent death my Lord is crowne of rest , Then let me dye as her whom you love best . Kath. If but to dye , prove that you love me then ; Death were most welcome to confirme your love . Alas my Sister she : hath not the heart To looke upon a rough Tormenters face : I am bold and constant , and my courage great ; As token of your love then point out me . Mar. Alas my girle for greater ills prepare , Death would end yours and somewhat ease my sorrows : What I must speake , containes Heavens greatest curse , Search all the world , you can finde nought so ill . Isab. Speak 't at once . Mar. Her whom I best affect . The King intends to strumpet . Kath. Blesse me Heaven ! Mar. Should he , Kath. By all my joyes I 'le sooner dye Then suffer it . Isab. And so by Heaven will I . Mar. Now you are mine indeed , who would forgoe One of these jemmes so fine , and valued so ? But passion give me leave , the King commands , I must obey . The fairest he sent for ; None of my daughters have beene seene at Court , Nor hath the ambitious Chester view'd them yet : My eldest then shall goe , come hither girle ; I send thee , ( Heaven knowes ) whether to thy death Or to thine honour ; though he envie me , Yet in himselfe the King is honourable , And will not stretch his malice to my child . The worst I feare , and yet the best I hope . I charge thee then even by a fathers name , If the King daine to take thee to his bed By name of Queene , if thou perceiv'st thy selfe To be with child , conceale it even from him ; Next , when thou find'st him affable and free , Finde out some talke about thy Sister here , As thus ; thy Father sent thee but in jest , Thy Sister 's fairest , and I love her best . Isab. It may incense the King . Mar. What I intend Is to my selfe , inquire no further of it . Isab. I shal performe your will , and thus resolv'd To be a Martyr e're a Concubine . But if the King afford me further favour , In my close bosome your last words I 'le place . Mar. Sister and Sister part , be you not seene , Bid her farewell , a Martyr or a Queene . They cannot speake for teares , alas for woe , That force should part Sister and Sister thus , And that the Child and Father of one heart , Comands and powerfull threats should thus divide . But Chester stayes , within there ? Enter servant . Serv. My Lord ? Mar. Have you receiv'd Earle Chester honourably ? Serv. The noblest welcome that the house could yeeld He hath had my Lord , nothing was held too deere : He much extolls your bounty . Mar. Vsher him in , we are now ready for him . Serv. I shall my Lord . Enter Chester , Chest. Sir , I have stay'd your leasure , now your Answer ? Mar. That I obey , the fairest of my girles I send the King . Chest. I easily can beleeve That this the fairest is , her like in Court Lives not ; she is a Present for a King . Mar. Say to the King I give her but conditionally , That if he like not this fairest of the two , Vnstain'd he will his gift send backe againe . Chest. I shall , come Lady . Mar. My Lord , I doe not load you with commends And duties which I could doe to the King : I know your love your memory may faile you , And you them all may scatter by the way . Doe thou a Fathers duty thus in teares , And send me how thou speed'st to free these feares . Exeunt .

Actus tertius . Enter Clowne and the Lady Mary . Mary .

Came you from him ?

Clown .

Yes if it please your Maidenship ; my Master sends you word he is the old man , and his suite is the old suite still , and his cloaths the old cloaths : He scornes to be a changeling , or a shifter ; he feares nothing but this , that hee shall fall into the Lord your fathers hands for want of reparations .

Mary . We know thy meaning , here beare him this gold , And bid him suite him like the man he was , Bid him to face the proudest hee in Court ; He shall not want whilst we have . Clowne .

That was out of my Commission Lady , Gold tempts , I have commandment not to touch it ; 't is another thing he aymes at : it is a thing , but I know not what manner of thing ; but something it is , and he vowes not to shift a shirt till he be further resolv'd : hee onely sends you Commendations , and withall to know if you would stand to your word .

Mary . He wrongs me to cast doubts : Tell him I am the same I ever was , And ever will continue as I am . But that he should disdaine this courtesie Being in want , and comming too from me , Doth somewhat trouble me . Clowne .

We want Madam ? you are deceiv'd , wee have store , of ragges ; plenty , of tatters ; aboundance , of jagges ; huge rents , witnesse our breeches ; ground enough to command , for we can walke where we will , none will bid us to Dinner ; houses rent-free , and goodly ones to chuse where we will ; the Martialsie , the Counter , Newgate , Bridewell ; and would a man desire to dwell in stronger buildings ? and can you say that we are in want ? No Lady , my Captaine wants nothing but your love , and that he intreats you to send by me the bearer .

Mary . I doe , with all the best affection A Virgin can bestow upon her friend . Clown .

I dare sweare he is an honest man , but I dare not say he is a true man .

Mary .

How , not a true man ?

Clowne .

No ; for hee hath sworne to steale you away , and thus I prove it : if he steale you away , I am sure you wil not goe naked ; he cannot steale you , but hee must steale the cloaths you have on ; and he that steales apparrell , what is he but a Theefe ? and hee that is a Theefe cannot be a true man Ergo .

Mary . That is not theft when men but steale their owne , And I am his , witnesse this Diamond , Which beare him , and thus say , that no disaster Shall ever part me from his company . Clown .

I shall beare this with as good will as you would beare him , Vtcung volumus .

Mary . What are we but our words ? when they are past , Faith should succeed , and that should ever last . My Father ? Enter Audley . Aud. Wots thou who 's returnd , The unthrift Bonvile , ragged as a scarre-crow , The Warres have gnaw'd his garments to the skinne : I met him , and he told me of a Contract . Mary . Sir , such a thing there was . Aud. Vpon condition if he came rich . Mary . I heard no such exception . Aud. Thou doest not meane to marry with a begger ? Mary . Vnlesse he be a Gentleman , and Bonvile Is by his birth no lesse . Aud. Such onely gentile are , that can maintaine Gentily . Mary . Why , should your state faile you , Can it from you your honours take away ? Whilst your Allegeance holds , what need you more , You ever shall be noble although poore . Aud. They are noble that have nobles ; gentle they That appeare such . Mary . Indeed so worldlings say : But vertuous men proove they are onely deare That all their riches can about them beare . Sound : Enter the King , Clinton , Bonvile , Prince , Princesse . King . Is not Earle Chester Return'd yet with an answer from the Martiall ? Prince . Not yet my Lord . King . For such contention we now scorne revenge , Wee 'le try the utmost of his patience now : He would exceed our love , if it appeare , He will hold nothing for his King too deere . Aud. Earl Chester is return'd . Enter Chester and Isabella . King . Hast brought her Chester ? Chest. Her whom her father the most faire esteemes , He hath sent by me , onely with this request , That if his free gift doe not like your Highnesse , You 'le send her backe untoucht to his embrace . King . I feare we shall not , she appeares too faire , So streightly to part with : what is he would Attempt such virgin-modesty to staine By hopes of honour , flatteries , or constraint ? How doe you like her ? your opinions Lords ? Prince . A beauteous Lady , one that hath no peere In the whole Court . King . Therefore I hold her precious . Princesse . A fairer face in Court who ever saw ? Her beauty , would become the name of Queene . Clin. One of more state or shape where shall we finde ? Aud. Her modesty doth doe her beauty grace , Both in her cheeke have chus'd a soveraigne seate . King . You have past censure Lady , now you 're mine , And by your Fathers free gift you are so , To make , or marre ; to keepe or bestow . Isab. It glads me I am present to a King , Whom I have alwayes heard my father tearme Royall in all things ; vertuous , modest , chaste ; And to have one free attribute besides , Which even the greatest Emperour need not scorne , Honest ; to you if you be such my Liege , A Virgins love I prostrate , and a heart That wishes you all goodnesse with the duty Of a true subject , and a noble father ; Then mighty Prince report your subject noble , Since all those vertues you receive in me . King . Thou hast o'recome us all ; that thou hast tearm'd us , Wee 'le strive to be , and to make good those attributes Thou hast bestow'd upon us , rise our Queene , Thy vertue hath tooke off the threatning edge Of our intended hate : though thou art ours Both by free gift and duty , which we challenge As from a subject ; though our power could stretch To thy dishonour , we proclaime thee freed , And in this grace thy father we exceed . Prince . The King in this shews honour . Princes still Should be the Lords of their owne appetites , And cherish vertue . King . Have I your applause ? Bon. Your Highnesse shews both Royalty and Iudgment In your faire choice . King . Are your opinions so ? Aud. Farre be it mighty King we should distast Where you so well affect . Princesse . For grace and feature England affords not a more compleate Virgin . Clin. Were she not the Martials daughter , I 'd tearme her worthy for my Soveraignes Bride . Chest. Ey that 's the griefe . King . This kisse then be the Seale , Thou art our Queene , and now art onely mine . Isab. May I become your vassall and your Hand-maid , Titles but equall to my humble birth : But since your Grace a higher title daines , Envy must needs obey where power compells . Give expeditious order for the Rites Of these our present Nuptials which shall be Done with all State and due solemnity ; And Martiall in this businesse thou shall finde Thy selfe defective , and not us unkind . Enter servant . Serv. Health to your Highnesse . King . Whence ? Ser. From my sad Master , Your Martiall once , now your dejected vassall , And thus he bid me say : If the King daine To grace my daughter with the stile of Queene , To give you then this Casket which containes A double dower ; halfe of this mighty summe He out of his revenewes had afforded , Had she bin match but to a Barons bed ; But since your Highnesse daines her for your Bride , And his Alliance scornes not to disdaine , He saith a double dower is due to you . King . He strives to exceed us still ; this emulation Begets our hate , and questions him of life . This Dower we take , his Daughter entertaine , But him we never shall receive to grace . Beare not from us so much as love or thankes : We onely strive in all our actions To be held peerelesse for our courtesie And Royall bounty , which appeares the worse , Since he a Subject would precede his Prince : And did we not his Daughter dearely love , Wee 'd send her backe with scorne , and base neglect But her we love , though him in heart despise , Pay him that thanks for all his courtesies . Serv. In this imployment I will strive to doe Th' office of a subject , and of servant too . King . Since to that emulous Lord we have sent our hate , Come to our Nuptials let 's passe on in state . Exit Enter Captaine and Clowne . Cap.

The humours of Court , Citty , Campe , and Country I have trac't , and in them can finde no man , but money ; all subscribe to this Motto , Malo pecuniam viro . Oh poverty , thou are esteem'd a sinne worse than whoredome , gluttony , extortion , or usury :

And earthy gold , thou art preferr'd 'fore Heaven . Let but a poore man in a thred-bare suite , Or ragged as I am , appeare at Court , The fine-nos'd Courtiers will not sent him ; no , They shunne the way as if they met the Pest : Or if he have a suite , it strikes them deafe , They cannot heare of that side . Clown .

Come to the Citty , the Habberdasher will sooner call us block heads , than blocke us ; come to the Sempsters , unlesse we will give them money , we cannot enter into their bands : though we have the Law of our sides , yet wee may walke through Burchin-lane and be non-suited : come bare-foot to a Shooe-maker , though he be a Constable , he will not put us into his Stocks ; though the Girdler be my brother , yet he will not let his leather imbrace me ; come to the Glover , his gloves are either so little that I cannot plucke them on , or so great that I cannot compasse . And for the Campe , there 's honour cut out of the whole peece , but not a ragge of money .

Cap.

The Contrey hath alliance with the rest : my purpose is now I have so thorowly made proofe of the humours of men , I will next assay the dispositions of women , not of the choicest , but of those whom wee call good wenches .

Clowne .

Pray Master if you goe to a house of good fellowship , give me something to spend upon my Cockatrice ; if I have nothing about me , I shall never get in .

Cap.

Ther 's for you sirrah ; doth not the world wonder I should be so flush of money , and so bare in cloaths ? the reason of this I shall give account for hereafter : But to our purpose , here they say dwels my Lady Bawdy-face , here will we knock .

Enter Bawd . Bawd .

Who 's there ? what would you have ? ha ?

Cap.

Sweet Lady we would enter ; nay by your leave .

Bawd .

Enter ? where ? here be no breaches for you to enter truely .

Cap.

And yet we are souldiers , and have venter'd upon as hot service as this place affords any .

Bawd .

Away you base companions , we have no breaches for such tatter'd breeches , we have no patches to suite with your ragges .

Cap.

Nay , pray give way .

Bawd .

Away you rogues , doe you come to shake your ragges here ? doe you thinke we can vent our ware without money you rascals ? get you from my doore you beggerly companions , or I 'le wash you hence with hot scalding water .

Clown .

Nay I warrant her , wenches can afford her that at all times .

Bawd .

Doe I keepe house to entertaine Tatterdemaleans with a Poxe , you will be gone ?

Cap.

We must forbeare , the gallants are out of patience , stand aside .

Enter two Gentlemen . 1. Gent.

I would faine goe in , but I have spent all my mony .

2. Gent.

No matter , they shall not know so much till we get in , and then let me alone , I 'le not out till I be fir'd out .

1. Gent.

Then let 's set a good face of the matter , By your leave Lady .

Bawd .

You 're welcome Gentlemen .

1. Gent.

What fellows be yon ?

Bawd .

Two poore souldiers that came for an almes and please you , that stay for some reversions ; there 's none such come into my house I warrant you .

2. Gent.

Save you sweet Lady .

Bawd .

Where be those kitchinstuffes here , shall we have no attendants ? shew these Gentlemen into a close roome , with a standing bed in 't , and a truckle too ; you are welcome Gentlemen .

Cap.

'T is generall thorow the world , each state esteemes A man not what he is , but what he seemes :

The purest flesh rag'd can no entrance have , But It'ch and all disease if it come brave , Wide open stand the gates of lust and sin , And those at which the wide world enters in .

Madam , to be short , I must have a wench , though I am ragged outward , I am rich inward : here 's a brace of Angels for you , let me have a pritty wench , I 'le be as bountifull to her .

Bawd .

Your Worship 's very heartily welcome : wher 's Sis ? Where 's Ioyce ? the best roome in the house for the Gentleman : call Mistris Priscilla , and bid her keepe the Gentleman company .

Cap.

I 'le make bold to enter .

Bawd .

Your Worship 's most lovingly welcome : let the Gentleman have attendance , and cleane linnen it he need any ; whither would you , you rogue ?

Clown .

Marry I would after my Master .

Bawd .

Thy Master ? why is yon raggamuffin able to keep a man ?

Clown .

Ey that he is able to keepe a man , and himselfe too .

Bawd .

Then that man must be able to pay for himselfe too , or else he may coole his heeles without if his appetite be hot .

Clown .

Then shall I not goe in ?

Bawd .

No by my Mayden-head shal you not , nor any such beggerly companion shall enter here , but he shall come thorow me too .

Shakes a purse . Clown .

No ? what remedy ? ha , ha ; hee that rings at a doore with such a Bell , and cannot enter ? Well , if there be no remedy , I 'le even stay without .

Bawd .

Oh me ! is it you Sir ? and are so strong to stand at the doore ? Pray will you come neare ? your Master is new gone in afore : Lord , Lord , that you would not enter without trusting ! you were even as farre out of my remembrance as one that I had never seene afore .

Clown .

I cannot blame you to forget me , for I thinke this be the first time of our meeting .

Bawd .

What would you have Sir ?

Clowne .

Nothing as they say , but a congratulation for our first acquaintance . I have it here old bully bottom , I have it here .

Bawd .

I have it here too : nay , pray sir come in , I am loath to kisse at doore , for feare my neighbours should see .

Clown . Speake , shall you and I condogge together ? I 'le pay you to a haire . Bawd .

Nay , I beseech you sir , come in : a Gentleman , and stand at doore ? I 'le lead the way , and you shal come behind .

Clown .

No , no ; I will not salute you after the Italian fashion : I 'le enter before .

Bawd .

Most lovingly , pray draw the latch sir .

Exit . Enter the two Gentlemen with the two wenches . 1. Gent.

Nay faith sweet rogue thou shalt trust me for once .

1. Whore .

Trust you ? come up , can'st thou pay the hackny for the hire of a horse , and think'st thou to breath me upon trust ?

1. Gen.

Thou bid'st me come up , and shal I not ride ?

1. Whore .

Yes the gallows as soone .

2. Whore .

A Gentleman , and have no money ? marry you make a most knightly offer .

2. Gent.

How ? to offer thee no money ?

2. Whore .

How can they offer that have none ?

2. Gent.

I 'le either give thee ware or money , that 's as good .

2. Whore .

Ey but sir , I 'le deale with no such chapmen .

Enter Bawd , Captaine , and Clowne . Bawd .

What 's the matter here ? ha ? can you not agree about the bargaine ?

1. Whore .

Here 's Gallants would have us breath'd , and forsooth they have no money .

2. Whore .

They thinke belike , dyet , lodging , ruffes , cloaths , and holland-smocks can all be had without money , and a disease , if wee should catch it , Heaven blesse us , can be cur'd without money .

Bawd .

That 's fine yfaith : if my beds be shaken out of their joints , or my cords broken , must not the Ioyner and the Rope-maker both have money ? if my ragges be rub'd out with your toes , can they be repair'd without money ? if my linnen be foul'd , can I pay my landresse without money ? besides , we must have so something to maintaine our broken windows I hope ; the Glazier wil not mend them without mony .

1. Gent.

Come , come let 's run a score for once .

Bawd .

You shall not score of my tally , out of my doores .

Enter Captaine . Cap.

Why shall we not be bosom'd ? have we paid , and must we not have wenches ?

Bawd .

You shal have the choicest of my house gentlemen .

1. Gent.

Who , those Rascalls ?

Bawd .

They be Rascalls that have no money ; those be Gentlemen that have Crownes ; these are they that pay the Ioyner , the rope-maker , the Vpholster , the Laundrer , the Glazier ; will you get you out of my doores , or shall wee scold you hence ?

Clowne .

That you shall never by thrusting them out of doores .

1. Gent.

Who but a mad man would be so base as to be hir'd , much more to hire one of those bruitists , that make no difference betwixt a Gentleman and a begger , nay , I have seene enough to be soone intreated .

2. Gent.

You shall not need to feare me , I am gone :

Hee 's past before , nor will I stay behinde ; I have seene enough to loath all your sisterhood . Bawd .

Marry farewell frost . Now Sir , will you make your choice , and your man after ?

Cap.

I 'le have both , these are mine .

Clown .

Goe you then with your paire of Whores , I 'le goe with this old skuller that first ply'd me .

Bawd .

I see thou lovest to goe by water ; come , shall we dally together ? sit upon my knee my sweet boy , what money hast thou in thy purse ? wilt thou bestow this upon me my sweet chicke ?

Clown .

I 'le see what I shall have first for my money by your favour .

1. Whore .

And shall I have this ?

2. Whore .

And I this ?

Cap.

Both these are mine , we are agreed then ? But I am asham'd , being such a tatter'd rogue , to lye with two such fine gentlewomen ; besides , to tell you truely , I am louzie .

1. Whore .

No matter , thou shalt have a cleane shirt , and but pay for the washing , aud thy cloaths shall in the meane time be cast into an Oven .

Cap.

But I have a worse fault , my skinne 's not perfect ; What should I say I am ?

2. Whore .

Itchy ? Oh thou shalt have Brimstone and Butter .

Cap.

Worse than all these , my body is diseased , I shall infect yours .

1. Whore .

If we come by any mischance , thou hast money to pay for the cure : come , shall 's withdraw into the next chamber ?

Cap. You are not women , you are devils both , And that your Damme ; my body save in warres , Is yet unskarr'd , nor shall it be with you . Say the last leacher that imbrac't you here , And folded in his armes your rottennesse , Had beene all these , would you not all that filth Vomite on me ? or who would buy diseases , And make his body for a Spittle fit , That may walke sound ? I came to schoole you Whoore , Not to corrupt you ; for what need I that When you are all corruption ; be he lame , Have he no Nose , be all his body stung With the French Fly , with the Sarpego dry'd : Be he a Lazar , or a Leper , bring Coyne in his fist , he shall embrace your lust Before the purest flesh that sues of trust . Bawd .

What Diogenes have we here ? I warrant the Cinnicke himselfe sayd not so much when he was seene to come out of a Bawdy house .

Cap. He sham'd not to come out , but held it sinne Not to be pardon'd to be seene goe in . But I 'le be modest : nay , nay , keepe your Gold To cure those hot diseases you have got , And being once cleere , betake you to one man , And study to be honest , that 's my counsell : You have brought many like you Gentlemen That jet in Silkes , to goe thus ragg'd like us , Which did they owne our thoughts , these rags would change To shine as we shall , though you think it strange . Come , come , this house is infected , shall we goe ? Clowne .

Why Sir , shall I have no sport for my money , but even a snatch and away ?

Cap. Leave me , and leave me ever , and observe This rule from me , where there is lodg'd a Whore , Thinke the Plagues crosse is set upon that doore . Clowne .

Then Lord have mercy upon us : where have we beene ?

The Clowne goes learing away , and shaking his head . Bawd .

Hist , hist ; heere 's a rayling companion indeed .

1. Whore .

I know not what you call a rayling companion : but such another discourse would make me goe neere to turn honest .

Bawd .

Nay , if you be in that minde , I 'le send for your love : the plague in my house ? the Pox is as soone : I am sure there was never man yet that had Lord have mercy upon us in his minde , that would ever enter here : Nay will you goe ?

Sound , enter the King , Prince , Princesse , all the Lords , the Queene , &c. King . Before you all I here acknowledge Lords , I never held me happy but in this My vertuous choice , in having your applause , Me-thinks I had the sweet consent of Heaven . Princesse . This noble Lady , now my royall Mother , Hath by her love to you , regard to us , And courteous affability to all , Attain'd the generall suffrage of the Realme , Princesse . Her modest carriage shall be rules to me , Her words instructions , her behaviour precepts , Which I shall ever study to observe . Queen . I feele my body growing by the King , And I am quicke although he know it not ; Now comes my fathers last injunction To my remembrance , which I must fulfill , Although a Queene , I am his daughter still . King . Lords , and the rest forbeare us till we call , A chaire first , and another for our Queene , Some private conference we intend with her : Now leave us . Exeunt Lords . King . My fairest Isabella , the choice jewell That I weare next my heart ; I cannot hide My love to thee , 't is like the Sunne invelopt In watery clouds , whose glory will breake thorow , And spite opposure , scornes to be conceal'd ; Saving one thing , aske what my kingdome yeelds . And it is freely thine . Queen . What 's that my Lord ? King . I cannot speake it without some distaste To thee my Queene , yet if thy heart be ours Name it not to me . Queen . I am onely yours . King . Begge not thy fathers free repeale to Court , And to those offices we have bestow'd , Save this , my Kingdome , and what it containes , Is thy wills subject . Queen . You are my King , and Husband ; The first includes allegeance , the next duty , Both these have power above a Fathers name , Though as a daughter I could wish it done , Yet since it stands against your Royall pleasure , I have no suite that way . King . Thou now hast-thrust thy hand into my bosome , And we are one : Thy beauty , oh thy beauty ! Never was King blest with so faire a wife . I doe not blame thy Father to preferre Thee 'fore thy sister both in love and face , Since Europe yeelds not one of equall grace : Why smiles my love ? Queen . As knowing one so faire , With whom my pale cheeke never durst compare : Had you but seene my Sister , you would say , To her the blushing Corrall should give way : For her cheeke staines it ; Lillies to her brow Must yeeld their Ivory whitenesse , and allow Themselves o'recome . If e're you saw the skie When it was clear'st , it never could come nigh Her Azure veines in colour ; shee 's much clearer , Ey , and her love much to my Father dearer . King . We by our noble Martiall made request For the most faire , and her whom he best lov'd : Durst he delude us ? Queen . What I speake is true , So will your selfe say when shee comes in place . King . Our love to thee shall not or'ecome that hate We owe thy Father , though thou bee'st our Queene . Queen . He keeps her as his Treasure , locks her safe Within his armes : he onely minded me As one he lov'd not , but thought meerely lost . King . Thou art lost indeed , for thou hast lost my heart , Nor shalt thou keepe it longer : all my love Is swallowed in the spleene I beare thy Father , And in this deepe disgrace put on his King , Which wee 'le revenge . Enter Prince , Princesse , Chester , Clinton , Bonvile , and Audley . King . It shall be thus : Chester beare hence this Lady to her Father As one unworthy us , with her that dower The double dower he by his servant sent : Thy teares nor knee shall once prevaile with us . As thou art loyall , without further language Depart our presence , wee 'le not heare thee speake . Chest. What shall I further say ? King . Command him on his life to send to Court His tother Daughter , and at our first summons , Lest we proclaime him Traytor : this see done On thy Allegeance . Chest. Now the goale is ours . King . None dare to censure or examine this , That we shall hold our friend , or of our blood : Subjects that dare against their Kings contend , Hurle themselves downe whilst others hie ascend . Exit .

Actus quartus . Enter the Martiall and his daughter Katherine , Mar. I see the King is truely honourable : All my disgraces and disparagements He hath made good to me in this to queene my child , And which more glads me , with such ardency He seemes to affect her , and to hold her deare , That nothing's valued , if compar'd with her . Now Heaven whilst thou this second happinesse And blisse wilt lend me , I shall still grow great In my content , opinion , and my fate , In spight of whisperers , and Court-flatterers . Kath. Had you best lov'd my Sister , and lesse me , I had beene Queene before her ; but she venter'd For her preferment , therefore 't is her due ; Out of our feares and loves her honours grew . Mar. Whilst I may keepe thy beauty in mine eye , And with her new rais'd fortunes fill mine eare , I second none in blisse ; she 's my Court comfort , Thou my home happinesse : in these two blest , Heaven hath inrich't me with a crowne of rest . Kath. Nor doe I cover greater Royalties Than to enjoy your presence , and your love , The best of these I prize above all fortunes , Nor would I change them for my Sisters state . Mar. Her beauty and her vertues mixt , have won The King my Soveraigne to be tearm'd my son . Enter Servant . Ser. Earle Chester , with the Queene your princely daughter Are without traine alighted at the gate , And by this entred . Mar. Thou hast troubled me , And with a thousand thoughts at once perplex't My affrighted heart : admit them ; soft , not yet ; What might this meane ? my daughter in the charge Of him that is my greatest opposite , And without traine , such as becomes a Queene ? More tempest towards Kate ? from which sweete child , If I may keept thee , may it on my head Powre all his wrath , even till it strike me dead . Kath. Rather , my Lord , your Royall life to free , All his sterne fury let him showre on me . Ser. My Lord shall I admit them ? Mar. Prithee stay , Fate threatens us , I would devise a meanes To shunne it if we might : thou shalt withdraw , To his Daughter . And not be seene ; something we must devise To guard our selves , and stand our opposites : Goe keepe your chamber , now let Chester in . Serv. I shall my Lord . Mar. My Loyalty for me , that keepe me still ; A Tower of safety , and a shield 'gainst Fate . Enter the servant ushering Chester and the Queene . Chest. The King thy daughter hath in scorne sent backe . Mar. Pause there , and as Y are noble answer me E're you proceed but to one question . Chest. Propound it . Mar. Whence might this distaste arise ? From any loose demeanor wanton carriage , Spouse-breach , or disobedience in my daughter ? If so , I 'le not receive her , shee 's not mine . Queen . That let mine enemy speake , for in this kind I would be tax't by such . Chest. Vpon my soule There is no guilt in her . Mar. Bee 't but his humour , Th' art welcome , both my daughter and my Queene ; In this my Palace thou shalt reigne alone , I 'le keepe thy state , and make these armes thy Throne : Whil'st thou art chast , thy stile with thee shall stay , And reigne , though none but I and mine obey . What can you further speake ? Chest. Her double Dower The King returnes thee . Mar. We accept it , see , It shall maintaine her port even with her name , Being my Kings wife , so will I love his Grace , Shee shall not want , will double this maintaine her . Chest. Being thus discharg'd of her , I from the King Command thee send thy fairer Girle to Court , Shee that 's at home , with her to act his pleasure . Mar. Sir , you were sent to challenge , not to kill ; These are not threats , but blowes , they wound , they wound . Chest. If Treasons imputation thou wilt shun , And not incurre the forfeit of thy life , Let the Kings will take place . Mar. You have my offices , Would you had now my griefe ; but that alone I must endure : would thou had'st both , or none . Sentence of death when it is mildly spoke , Halte promises life ; but when your doome you mixe With such rough threats , what is 't but twice to kill ? You tyrannize Earle Chester . Chest. Will you send her ? Mar. That you shall know anon . Tell me my Queene , How grew this quarrell 'tweene the King and thee ? Queen . By you was never Lady more belov'd , Or wife more constant than I was to him : Have you forgot your charge , when I perceiv'd My selfe so growne , I could no longer hide My greatnesse , I began to speake the beauties Of my faire Sister , and how much she excell'd , And that you sent me thither as a jest , That shee was fairest , and you lov'd her best ? Mar. Enough ; th' art sure with child , and neare thy time Queen . Nothing more sure . Mar. Then that from hence shall grow A salve for all our late indignities : Pray doe my humble duty to the King . And thus excuse me , that my daughter 's sicke , Crazed , and weake , and that her native beauty Is much decay'd ; and should she travell now , Before recovered , 't would ingage her life To too much danger : when she hath ability And strength to journey , I will send her safe Vnto my King ; this as I am a subject , And loyall to his Highnesse . Chest. Your excuse Hath ground from love and reason : This your answer I shall returne to the King . Mar. With all my thanks : That since my daughter doth distaste his bed , He hath sent her backe , and home to me her father , His pleasure I withstand not , but returne My zeale , and these doe not forget I pray . Chest.

I shall your words have perfect , and repeate them Vnto the King .

Mar. I should disgrace her beauty To send it maim'd and wayning ; but when she Attaines her perfectnesse , then shall appeare The brightest starre fix't in your Courtly Spheare . Chest. The King shall know as much . Mar. It is my purpose , All my attempts to this one head to draw , Once more in courtesies to o'recome the King . Come beauteous Queene , and thy faire Sister cheere , Whom this sad newes will both amaze and feare . Exeunt . Enter Bonvile in all his bravery , and his man in a new livery . Cap.

Sirrah , are all my lands out of morgage , and my deeds redeem'd ?

Clowne .

I cannot tell that Sir ; but wee have had whole chest-fulls of writings brought home to our house .

Cap. Why then 't is done , I am possest againe Of all my Fathers ancient revenues . Clowne .

But how came you by all this money to buy these new suits ? methinks we are not the men we were .

Cap.

Questionlesse that ; . for now those that before despis'd us , and our company , at meeting give us the bonjour .

Oh Heaven , thou ever art Vertues sole Patron , And wilt not let it sinke : all my knowne fortunes I had ingag'd at home , or spent abroad : But in the warres , when I was held quite bankrupt Of all good happ , it was my chance to quarter In such a house when we had sack 't a Towne , That yeelded me inestimable store Of gold and jewells , those I kept till now Vnknowne to any , pleading poverty , Onely to try the humour of my friends ; Which I have proov'd , and now know how to finde Fixt upon wealth , to want unnaturall . Enter Match and Touch-boxe . Clown .

See Sir , yonder are my old fellows , Match and Touch boxe ; I doe not thinke but they come to offer their service to you .

Touch.

Save thee noble Captaine , hearing of thy good fortunes , and advancement , I am come to offer my selfe to be partaker of the same , and to follow thee in the same colours that thou hast suited the rest of thy servants .

Clown .

God-a-mercy horse , you shall not stand to my livery .

Match

You see our old clothes sticke by us still , good Captaine see us new moulded .

Cap. You are flies , away ; they that my Winter fled , Shall not my Summer taste : they onely merit A happy harbour , that through stormy Seas Hazard their Barkes , not they that sayle with ease . You taste none of my fortunes . Clown .

Corporall , you see this Livery ? if you had stay'd by it , we had beene both cut out of a peece : Match , if you had not left us , you had beene one of this guard : Goe , away , betake you to the end of the Towne ; let me finde you betweene Woods close-stile and Islington , with will it please your Worship to bestow the price of two Cannes upon a poore souldier , that hath serv'd in the face of the Souldan , and so forth , Apage , away , I scorne to be fellow to any that wil leave their Masters in adversity : if he entertaine you , he shall turne away me , that 's certaine .

Match .

Then good your Worship bestow something upon a poore souldier , I protest —

Clown .

Loe , I have taught him his lesson already ; I knew where I should have you ?

Cap.

There 's first to make you beggers ; for to that all such must come that leave their Masters poore . Begon , and never let me see you more .

Touch.

God be with you good Captaine : come Match , let us betake us to our randevous at some out end of the Citty .

Cap. Hee makes a begger first that first relieves him ; Not Vsurers make more beggers where they live , Than charitable men that use to give . Clown . Here comes a Lord . Enter Clinton . Clin. I am glad to see you Sir . Cap. You know me now ? your Worship 's wondrous wise , You could not know me in my last disguise . Clin. Lord God you were so chang'd . Cap. So am I now From what I was of late : you can allow This habite well , but put my tother on , No congie then , your Lordship must be gon . You are my Summer-friend . Enter Bonvile Bonv. Cousin , well met . Cap. You should have said well found For I was lost but late , dead , under ground Our Kinred was : when I redeem'd my Land , They both reviv'd , and both before you stand , Bon. Well , well , I know you now . Cap. And why not then ? I am the same without all difference ; when You saw me last , I was as rich , as good , Have no additions since of name , or blood ; Onely because I wore a thread-bare suite , I was not worthy of a poore salute . A few good cloaths put on with small adoo , Purchase your knowledge , and your kinred too . You are my silken Unkle : oh my Lord , Enter Audley and his Daughter . You are not in haste now ? Aud. I have time to stay , To aske you how you doe , being glad to heare Of your good fortune , your repurchast lands , And state much amplified . Cap. All this is true ; Ey but my Lord , let me examine you : Remember you a Contract that once past Betwixt me and your daughter ? here shee stands . Aud. Sir , since you did vnmorgage all your meanes , It came into my thoughts ; trust me , before I could not call 't to minde . Cap. Oh mens weake strength , That aime at worlds , when they but their meere length Must at their end enjoy : Thou then art mine , Of all that I have proov'd in poverty , The onely test of vertue : what are these ? Though they be Lords , but worldlings , men all earth . Thou art above them ; vertuous , that 's divine ; Onely thy heart is noble , therefore mine . Mary . And to be yours is to be what I wish ; You were to me as welcome in your ragges , As in these Silkes . I never did examine The out side of a man , but I begin To censure first of that which growes within . Cap. Onely for that I love thee : These are Lords That have bought Titles . Men may merchandize Wares , ey , and trafficke all commodities From Sea to Sea , ey and from shore to shore , But in my thoughts , of all things that are sold , 'T is pitty Honour should be bought for gold . It cuts off all desert . Enter the Host . Clowne .

Master , who 's here ? mine Host of the Ordinary ?

Cap.

Your businesse sir ? what by petition ?

Host.

Falne to a little decay by trusting , and knowing your Worship ever a bountifull young Gentleman , I make bold to make my wants first knowne to you .

Cap.

Pray what 's your suite ?

Host.

Onely for a cast suite , or some small remuneration .

Cap.

And thou shalt have the suite I last put off : Fetch it me Cock .

Cock .

I shall Sir .

Cap.

Falne to decay ? I 'le fit you in your kind .

Cock .

I have a suite to you Sir , and this it is .

Cap. In this suit came I to thine Ordinary , In this thou would'st have thrust me out of doores , Therefore with this that then proclaim'd me poore , I 'le salve thy wants , nor will I give thee more . Base worldlings , that despise all such as need ; Who to the needy begger are still dumbe , Not knowing unto what themselves may come . Host.

I have a cold suite on 't if I be forc't to weare it in winter . I bid your worship farewell .

Clown .

So should all that keepe Ordinaries , bid their guests farewell , though their entertainment be never so ill . Well sir , I take you but for an ordinary fellow , and so I leave you . Master , who will not say that you are a brave fellow , and a most noble Captaine , that with a word or two can discomfit an Host .

Cap. I know you , therefore know to rate your worths Both to their height and depth , their true dimensions I understand ; for I have try'd them all : But thou art of another element , A mirrour of thy sexe , that canst distinguish Vertue from wealth , thee as my owne I elect , And these according to themselves despise . A Courtier henceforth I my selfe professe , And thee my wife , thou hast deserv'd no lesse . Enter the King , the Prince , and the Princesse , and Chester . King . No newes yet from our Martiall ? we three moneths Have stay'd his leasure , but receive not yet That daughter we sent for . Prince . She peradventure Hath not her strength recovered , or her beauty Lost by her sicknesse , to the full regain'd . Chest. Vpon my life my Lord , when she is perfect , And hath receiv'd her full ability , Shee shall attend your pleasure . Princesse . But your Queene , That vertuous Lady , when I thinke on her , I can but grieve at her dejectednesse . King . Heaven knowes I love her above all the world , And but her Father , this contends with us When we in all our actions strive to exceed : We could not brooke her absence halfe so long . But we will try his patience to the full . Enter Bonvile , Audley , Captaine , Clinton , Mary the Clowne . Cap. My prostrate duty to the King my Master I here present . Prince . This is the Gentleman Commended for his valour in your warres , Whose ruin'd fortunes I made suite to raise : I would intreat your Highnesse to respect him . King . All his proceedings we partake at large , Know both his fall and height ; we shall regard him Even with his worth : be neare us , of our chamber . Sir , we shall use your wisedome , and preferre it According to your worth . Be this your hope We know you . Cap. Onely in that I am happy . Enter the Servant . Serv. Health to your Majesty . King . Whence ? Serv. From my Master , The pOOrest subject that your land containes , Rich onely in his truth and loyalty . King . Speake , hath he sent his daughter ? Serv. Yes my Liege , He hath sent his daughters , please you rest satisfied , And patiently peruse what he hath sent . King . We are full of expectations , pray admit Those Presents that he meanes to greete us with . Serv. You shall my Lord . Sound , enter with two Gentlemen-ushers before them , the Queen crown'd , her sister to attend her as her waiting-maid , with a traine . Serv. Your Queene and wife crown'd with a wreath of gold Of his owne charge , with that this double dower Doubled againe , and guarded with this traine Of Gentlewomen according to her state , My Lord presents you : this his younger daughter , He hath bestow'd a hand-maide to your Queene , A place that may become her , were she child Vnto your greatest Peere ; had he had more , More had he sent ; these worthlesse as they be , He humbly craves you would receive by me . King . His bounty hath no limit , but my Queene ! Her bright aspect so much perswades with me , It charmes me more than his humility . Arise in grace , and sweet , forget your wrong . Queen . My joyes unspeakable can finde no tongue To expresse my true hearts meaning . King . Beauteous Maide , You are our Sister , and that royall Title From all disgrace your freedome shall proclaime . Kath. I finde your Grace the same my noble Father Hath still reported you ; royall in all , By whom the vertuous rise , th th' ignoble fall . Prince . I have not seene a Lady more compleate ; Her modesty and beauty , both are matchlesse . King . Am I a King , and must be exceeded still ? Or shall a subject say that we can owe ? His bounty we will equall , and exceed ; We have power to better what in him 's but well . Your free opinions Lords , is not this Lady The fairer of the twaine ? how durst our subject Then dally with us in that high designe ? Chest. With pardon of the Queene , shee 's paralell'd By her faire Sister . Clin. Were my censure free , I durst say better'd . Prince . Were it put to me , I should avow she , not the Queene alone Excells in grace : but all that I have seene — King . Dost love her ? Prince . As my honour , or my life . King . Her whom thou so much praisest , take to wise . Prince . You blesse my youth . Kate . And strive to eternize me . Queen . Nor in this joy have I the meanest part , Now doth your Grace your inward love expresse To me , and mine . King . I never meant thee lesse : Thy Sister and thy daughter freely imbrace , That next thee hath our Kingdomes second place , How say you Lords , have we requited well Our subjects bounty ? are we in his debt ? Aud. Your Highnesse is in courtesie invincible . Bonv. And bountifull beyond comparison . Chest. This must not hold , prevention out of hand , For if the Martiall rise , we stand not long . Clin. Our wits must then to worke . Chest. They must of force . This is not that to which our fortunes trust . King . Let then our subject know his King hath power To vanquish him in all degrees of honour , And he must now confesse him selfe excell'd : With what can Heaven or Earth his want supply To equall this our latest courtesie ? We have the day , we rise , and he must fall As one subdu'd . Serv. His Highnesse knows not all , One speciall gift he hath reserv'd in store , May happily make your Grace contend no more . King . No sir ? thinke you your Master will yet yeeld ? And leave to us the honour of the day ? I wish him here but this last sight to see , To make him us acknowledge . Serv. On my knee One boone I have to begge . King . Speake , let me know Thy utmost suite . Serv. My noble Master stayes Not farre from Court , and durst he be so ambitious As but to appeare before you , and present you With a rich gift exceeding all have past , The onely perfect token of his zeale , He would himselfe perpetually hold vanquish't In all degrees of love and courtesie . King . For our Queenes love , and our faire daughters sake , We doe not much care if we grant him that . Admit him , and his presence urge with speed ; Well may he imitate , but not exceed . Chest. I feare our fall : if once the Martiall rise , Downe , downe must we . Clin. Therefore devise some plot His favour to prevent . Chest. Leave it to me . King . Lords , we are proud of this our unity , Double Alliance , of our sonnes faire choice , Since 't is applauded by your generall voyce ; The rather since so matchlesse is our Grace , That force perforce our subject must give place . Enter the Martiall , with a rich Cradle borne after him by two Servants . Mar. Not to contend , but to expresse a duty Of zeale and homage I present your grace With a rich jewell , which can onely value These royall honours to my Daughters done . King . Value our bounty ? shouldst thou sell thy selfe Even to thy skin , thou couldst not rate it truely . Mar. My Liege , I cannot , but in liew and part , Though not in satisfaction , I make bold To tender you this Present . King . What 's the project ? Here 's cost and art , and amply both exprest , I have not view'd the like . Prince . 'T is wondrous rare , I have not seene a Modell richlier fram'd . Princesse . Or for the quantity better contriv'd : This Lord in all his actions is still noble , Exceeding all requitall . King . 'T is a brave out-side . Mar. This that you see my Lord is nothing yet ; More than its worth it hath commended bin : This is the case , the jewell lyes within , Pleaseth your Grace t' unvaile it . King . Yes , I will : But e're I open it my Lord , I doubt The wealth within not equalls that without . King . What have we here ? Mar. A jewell I should rate , Were it mine owne , above your Crowne and Scepter , King . A child ? Mar. A Prince , one of your royall blood : Behold him King , my grand-child , and thy sonne , Truely descended from thy Queene and thee , The Image of thy selfe . King . How can this be ? Queen . My royall Liege and Husband , view him well , If your owne favour you can call to minde , Behold it in this Infant , limn'd to 'th life ; Hee 's yours and mine , no kinred can be nearer . King . To this rich jewell I hold nothing equall , I know thee vertuous , and thy father loyall ; But should I doubt both , yet this royall Infant Hath such affection in my heart imprest , That it assures him mine : my noble subject , Thou hast at length o'recome me , and I now Shall ever , ever hold me vanquished . Had'st thou sought Earth or Sea , and from them both Extracted that which was most precious held , Thou nothing could'st have found to equall this , This , the mixt Image of my Queene and me ; Here then shall all my emulation end , O'recome by thee our subject , and our friend . Mar. Your vassall , and your servant , that have strove Onely to love you , and your royall favours : Not to requite , for that I never can ; But to acknowledge , and in what I may To expresse my gratitude . King . Thine is the conquest : But shall I gee 't o're thus ? 't is in my head How I this lost dayes honour shall regaine , A gift as great as rich I have in store , With which to gratifie our subjects love , And of a value unrequitable : Thou hast given me a Grand-child , and a sonne , A royall infant , and to me most deare , Yet to surpasse thee in this emulous strife , I give thee here a daughter and a wife . Now must thou needs confesse the conquest wonne By me thy King , thy Father , and thy sonne . Mar. Your father , sonne , and subject quite surpast , Yeelds himselfe vanquish't and o'recome at length . Princesse . You have not my consent yet . Mar. Madam , no ; The king doth this , his bounty to expresse . Your love is to your selfe , and therefore free , Bestow it where you please . Princesse . Why then on thee : He that the Father doth so much respect , Should not me-thinks the daughters love despise . 'T is good for Maides take Husbands when they may . Heaven knowes how long we may be forc't to stay . King . Now Lords , these Nuptialls we will solemnize In all high state , in which we will include Yours noble Bonvile , and with masks and revells Sport out the tedious nights , each hand his Bride Doubly by us from either part ally'd . Enter Clowne . Cock .

Why this is as it should be ; now doe I smell Courtier already , I feele the Souldier steale out of me by degrees , for Souldier and Courtier can hardly dwell both together in one bosome . I have a kind of fawning humour creeping upon me as soone as I but look't into the Court-gate ; and now could I take a bribe , if any would be so foolish to gee 't me . Now farewell Gun-powder , I must change thee into Damask-powder ; for if I offer but to smell like a souldier , the Courtiers will stop their noses when they passe by me . My cask I must change to a Cap and a Feather , my Bandileero to a Skarfe to hang my Sword in , and indeede , fashion my selfe wholly to the humours of the time . My Peece I must alter to a Poynado , and my Pike to a Pickadevant : onely this is my comfort , that our provant will be better here in the Court than in the Campe : there we did use to lye hard , and seldome : here I must practise to lye extreamely , and often : But whil'st I am trifling here , I shall loose the fight of the Solemnity : The Prince is married , and the Martiall 's married , and my Master 's married , there will be simple doings at night . Well , I must hence , for I beleeve , the King , the Queene , and the rest of the Lords will use this place for their revells . Dixi .

Actus Quintus . Enter Clinton and Chester . Clin. And why so sad my Lord ? Chest. I am all dulnesse , There 's no life in me , I have lost my spirit , And fluence of my braine : observe you not In what a height you fellow now resides That was so late dejected ; trebly grafted Into the Royall blood ? what can succeed , But that we all our honours must resigne , And he of them be repossest againe ? Clin. The Marriages indeed are celebrated . Chest. And they have all our pointed stratagems Turn'd backe upon our selves . Clin. What , no prevention ? Chest. His Basses are so fixt he cannot shrinke , Being so many wayes ingraft and planted In the Kings blood : but our supporters stand As shak't with Earthquakes , or else built on sand . Enter Audley and Bonvile . Aud. My Lords attend the King , and cleare this chamber , For this nights revells 't is the place prepar'd . Bon. Your duties Lords , the King 's upon his entrance . Enter the King , the Queene , the Prince , his wife , the Martiall and the Princesse . King . Ey , so 't must be , each man hand his owne : For I am where I love ; we are even coupled , Some Musicke then . Princesse . Here 's one falls off from me . King . How now my Lord , dejected in your looks ? Or doth our sports distaste you ? Mar. Pardon me , I cannot dance my Liege . King . You can looke on : My Lord , you take his place , wee 'le have a measure , And I will lead it ; bid the Musicke stricke . A measure : in the midst the Martiall goes discontented away . So , well done Ladies : but we misse the Husband To our faire Daughter , what 's become of him ? Chest. Gone discontented hence . King . What might this meane ? Doth he distaste his Bride , or envy us That are degree'd above him ? where 's our Queene ? Queen . My Liege ? King . You shall unto him instantly , Attended with a beauteous traine of Ladies , And to his Chamber beare his princely Bride . Bonvile , take you her royall Dower along , You shall receive it of our Treasurer . Cap. I shall my Lord . King . Vsher the Queene and Ladies , be their guide , That done , each one to bed with his faire Bride . Enter Martiall . Mar. I am so high , that when I looke but downe , To see how farre the earth is under me , It quakes my body , and quite chills my blood : And in my feare although I stand secure , I am like him that falls . I but a subject , And married to the Daughter of the King , Though some may thinke me happy in this match , To me 't is fearefull : who would have a wife Above him in command , to imbrace with awe , Whom to displease , is to distaste the King ? It is to have a Mistris , not a wife , A Queene , and not a subjects bed-fellow . State I could wish abroad to crowne my head , But never yet lov'd Empire in my bed . Enter servant . Serv. The Queene your daughter with your princely Bride , And other Ladies , make way towards your chamber . Mar. 'T is open to receive them , pray them in . Enter Bonvile , the Queene , the Princesse , &c. Queen . My Lord the King commends his love to you In your faire Bride , whom royally conducted He hath sent to be the partner of your bed . Mar. Whom we receive in the armes of gratitude , Duty to him , and nuptiall love to her . Prince . 'T is well they brought me , trust me my deare Lord , I should have scarce had face to have come my selfe ; But yet their boldnesse mixt with mine together , Makes me to venter I yet scarce know whither . Mar. 'T is to our Nuptiall bed . Princesse . Ey so they say , But unto me it is a pach unknowne ; Yet that which cheeres me , I shall doe no more Than those , and such as I , have done before . Sure 't is a thing that must , though without skill , Even when you please , I am ready for your will . Cap. With her the King hath sent this princely dower , In which his love and bounty hee commends . Mar. You are noble Sir , and honour waites on you To crowne your future fortunes : for that Casket , Her beauty and her birth are dower sufficient For me a subject . I cannot thinke so much good to my King As I am owing for her single selfe : Then with all duty pray returne that summe . Her dower is in her selfe , and that I 'le keepe Which in these loyall all armes this night shall sleepe : That is the Kings , with that this jewell too , I thinke her cheape bought at that easie rate ; My second duty in that gift commend , Were I worth more , more I have will to send . Cap. An Emperor cannot shew more Royalty Than this brave Peere , hee 's all magnificent : I shall with the best eloquence I have , Make knowne your thoughts . Mar. To all at once good night : Save this my beauteous Bride , no wealth I prize , That hath my heart tooke captive in her eyes . Lights for the Queene and Ladies , night growes old , I count my Vertue treasure , not my Gold . Exeunt divers wayes . Enter Clinton to the Earle Chester in his study . Clin. What not at rest my Lord ? Chest. Why who can sleepe That hath a labouring braine , and sees from farre So many stormes and tempests threaten him ? It is not in my element to doo 't . Clin. Finde you no project yet how to remove him ? Chest. None , none , and therefore can I finde no rest . Clin. It growes towards day . Chest. That day is night to me , Whil'st you Sunne shines : I had this even some conference In private with the King , in which I urg'd The Martialls discontent , withall inferr'd , That by his looke the Princesse he despis'd : The King chang'd face : and could we second this By any new conjecture , there were hope . To draw him in displeasure . Clin. Watch advantage , And as you finde the humour of the King , Worke it unto the Martialls deepe disgrace : But soft the Prince . Enter the Prince and Katherine . Kath. So early up , how did you like your rest ? Prince . I found my most rest in my most unrest ; A little sleepe serves a new married man : The first night of his brydalls I have made you A Woman of a Maide . Kath. You were up Both late and early . Prince . Why you were abroad Before the Sunne was up , and the most wise Doe say 't is healthfull still betimes to rise . Good day . Chest. In one , ten thousand . Prince . Lords , you have not seene The King to day ? it was his custome ever Still to be stirring early with the Sunne ; But here 's his Majesty . Enter Captaine and the King , Audley , and Bonvile . King . Not all your smooth and cunning Oratory Can colour so his pride , but we esteeme him A flattering Traytor , one that scornes our love , And in disdaine sent backe our Daughters Dower : Your Iudgement Lords ? Chest. Hath he refus'd the Princesse ? King . No ; but her Dower sent back , and insolently ; Her whom we gave , he with a gift would buy , A jewell ; shall we merchandize our Daughter , As one not able to bestow her nobly , But that our poverty must force us sell her ? Cap. Your Highnesse much mispriseth his intent , For he had no such thought . King . We know his pride , Which his ambition can no longer shadow . Chest. Your Highnesse might doe well to call in question His insolence and to arraigne him for t . King . Be you his Iudges Bonvile , Audley , you : Command him straight on his Allegiance , To make appearance , and to answer us Before our Lords of his contempt and scorne . Prince Shall we command him hither ? King . From his bed , And if convicted , he shall surely pay for 't . Aud. We shall my Lord . Chest. Arraigne him on the suddaine , e're it proved ; Le him not dreame upon evasive shiftes , But take him unprepared . Clin. Shall we command A Barre , and call a Iury of his Peeres , Whil'st Chester , that enjoyes the place of Martiall , Objects such Allegations 'gainst his life , As he hath drawne out of his rude demeanor ? King . It shall be so ; a Barre , and instantly We will our selfe in person heare him speake , And see what iust excuse he can produce For his contempt . Prince . My gracious Lord and Father , What he hath done to you , proceeds of honour , Not of disdaine , or scorne ; hee 's truely noble : And if a Regall bounty be a sinne In any subject , hee 's onely guilty Of that true vertue . Cap. Saw your Majesty With what an humble zeale , and prostrate love He did retender your faire Daughters Dower , You would not his intent thus misreceive . Chest. 'T is humble pride , and meere hypocrisie To blinde the King , 't is but ambitious zeale , And a dissembling cunning to aspire . Kath. My Father call'd in question for his life ? Oh let not me a sad spectator be Of such a dismall object . Prince . Nor will I , But leave them to their hated cruelty . King . This is no place for Ladies , we allow Her absence ; of the rest let none depart , Till we have search't the cunning of his heart . A Barre set out , the King and Chester , with Clinton , and the Prince , and Captaine take their seates , Audley and Bonvile bring him to the Barre as out of his bed , then take their seates . Mar. A Barre , a Iudgement seate , and Iury set ? Yet cannot all this daunt our innocence . Chest. You have disloyally sought to exceed The King your Soveraigne , and his royall deeds To blemish , which your fellow Peeres thus conster , That strengthen'd by th' alliance of the King , And better armed by the peoples love , You may prove dangerous . In policy of state to quench the sparkes Before they grow to flame , and top your height , Before your spacious branches spread too farre , What to this generall motion can you say , Before we taxe you with particulars ? Mar. With reverence to the State 'fore which I stand , That you my Lord of Chester appeare shallow , To thinke my actions can disgrace the Kings , As if the luster of a petty Starre Should with the Moone compare : Alas , my deeds Conferr'd with his , are like a Candles light To out-shine the mid-dayes glory . Can the King The glorious mirrour of all gratitude , Condemne that vertue in anothers bosome , Which in his owne shines so transparantly ? Oh pardon me , meere vertue is my end , Whose pitch the King doth many times transcend . Clin. To taxe you more succinctly , you have first Abus'd the King in sending to the Court Your daughter lesse faire , and the least belov'd . Aud. And that includes contempt most barbarous , Which you in that unsubject-like exprest : Your former emulations we omit . As things that may finde tolerable excuse , And are indeed not matters capitall : But to the best and greatest , when the King , Out of his bounty and magnificence Vouchsaft to stile thee with the name of sonne , Being but a subject , with contorted browes And lookes of scorne you tooke his courtesie , And in contempt sent back the Princesse dower . Chest. Most true ; a grounded proposition To question you of life . Mar. My life my lords ? It pleases me , that the King in person daines To grace my cause with his Majesticke eare : You plead for me in this , and speake my excuse . I have but two in all , He sent for one , and he receiv'd them both , With them a sweete and lovely Prince to boote ; Who ever lost , I am sure the King hath wonne At once , a wife , a daughter , and a sonne . Bonv. 'T is true my Lord , we all can witnesse it . Mar. He that my discontent objects to me , With the faire Princesse speakes uncertainly . The man judicious such for fooles allowes , As have their inward hearts drawne in their browes : Is there in all that bench a man so honest That can in this be discontent with me ? I charge you all ; those favours I receive From his high Majesty , I swallow not With greedy appetite , perhaps like you : When I am grac't , it comes with awe and feare , Lest I offend that Prince that holds me deare . That for my brow . Chest. But for your scornfull sending Of the faire Princesse dower backe to th' King , How can you answer that ? Mar. Why Chester thus : I am a man , though subject ; if the meanest Lord or'e his wife ; why should that priviledge Be onely bard me ? should I wive an Empresse , And take her dowerlesse , should we love , or hate , In that my bounty equalls her estate . Witnesse that Iudge above you , I esteeme The Princesse dearely , and yet married her But as my wife , for which I am infinitely Bound to the King : why should I grow ingag'd Above my power , since this my Lords you know , The lesse we runne in debt , the lesse we owe . Give me my thoughts , and score you on I pray , I wish no more than I have meanes to pay . Chest. Shall we my Lord his actions censure freely ? King . And sentence them . Aud. A Persian History I read of late , how the great Sophy once Flying a noble Falcon at the Herne , In comes by chance an Eagle sousing by , Which when the Hawke espyes , leaves her first game , And boldly venters on the King of Birds ; Long tug'd they in the Ayre , till at the length The Falcon better breath'd , seiz'd on the Eagle , And struck it dead : The Barons prais'd the Bird , And for her courage she was peerelesse held . The Emperor , after some deliberate thoughts , Made him no lesse : he caus'd a Crowne of gold To be new fram'd , and fitted to her head In honour of her courage : Then the Bird With great applause was to the market-place In tri triumph borne , where , when her utmost worth Had beene proclaim'd , the common Executioner First by the Kings command tooke off her Crowne , And after with a sword strooke off her head , As one no better than a noble Traytor Vnto the King of Birds . Chest. This use we make From this your ancient Persian History , That you a noble and a courteous Peere , Prais'd for your hospitall vertues and high bounty , Shall be first crown'd with Lawrell to your worth : But since you durst against your Soveraigne Oppose your selfe , you by your pride misled , Shall as a noble Traytor loose your head . King . That Sentence we confirme , and it shall stand Irrevocable by our streight command . Mar. I am glad my Liege I have a life yet left , In which to shew my bounty , even in that I will be liberall , and spend it for you ; Take it , 't is the last jewell that I have , In liew of which oh grant me but a grave . King . A Laurell wreath , a scaffold , and a blocke , Our selfe will see the Execution done : Onely thy life is ours , thy goods are free . Mar. My Lord , you are the life of courtesie , And you are kinde unto me above measure , To give away what might enrich your selfe . Since they are mine , I will bestow them thus : The best of those that were so late but yours , My jewells , I , by will , restore you backe , You shall receive them separate from the rest : To you the Kings sonne , and by marriage mine , On you I will bestow my Armory , Stables of Horse , and weapons for the warres , I know you love a Souldier : to the Princesse , And my two Daughters I give equall portions From my revenue ; but if my faire wife Proove , and produce a Male-child , him I make My universall Heire , but if a Female , Her Dower is with the rest proportionable . The next I give , it is my Soule to Heaven , Where my Creator reignes : my words thus end , Body to Earth , my Soule to Heaven ascend . Enter the Queene , Katherine , the Princesse , and the other Lady . Princesse . Stay . Queene . Hold Kath. Executioner forbeare . Queen . Heare me a Daughter for a Father plead . Princesse . Oh Father , heare me for my Husbands life , Doubly ally'd , I am his Neece and Wife . Kath. Oh Father heare me , for a Father crave . Queene . Than sentence him oh let me perish rather ; I pleade for him that 's both my sonne and Father . Kath. Oh make your mercy to this prisoner free . Queene . Father to us . Princesse . And Husband unto me . King . Hence with these womanish clamours . Prince . Vnto these Let me my Liege presume to adde another , Behold him kneele that is your sonne and brother . Kath. Your Sister and your Daughter great King heare . Princesse . Your Mother and your Daughter . Queene . Or like deare , Your Queene and Sister . Princesse . Speake , what hath he done ? Prince . Who ever saw a father on a sonne Give sentence ? or my Royall Lord , which rather Addes to your guilt , a sonne condemne the father ? Chest. My Liege , command them hence , they but disturbe The Traytor in his death . King . A Traytor 's he That dares so tearme him , Chester , we meane thee : Our best of subjects , with our height of grace We wedde thee to us , in this strict imbrace Thy vertues , bounties , envy'd courtesies ; Thy courage , and thy constancy in death , Thy love and Loyalty to the end continued , More than their clamorous importunities Prevaile with us : then as our best and greatest , Not to exceed , but equall thee in love , To end betweene us this Heroick strife , Accept what we most precious hold , thy Life . Mar. Which as your gift I 'le keepe , till Heaven & Nature Confine it hence , and alwayes it expose Vnto your love and service ; I never lov'd it , Bnt since 't was yours , and by your gift now mine . King . I observe in thee The substance of all perfect Loyalty ; In you save flattery , envy , hate , and pride Nothing , or ought to goodnesse that 's ally'd ; Resigne those places that belong to him , Better than so borne noble , be unborne . Till you your hearts can fashion to your faces , We here suspend you from your stiles and places . Prince . A royall doome . King . Once more from us receive Thy beauteous Bride , as we will hand our Queene : The Prince already is possest of his . Nay Bonvile , as your Bridals were together , So follow in your ranke , and by the stile Of a Lord Baron , you are now no lesse If you dare take our word : Our Funerals thus Wee 'le turne to feasting , and our blood to wines Of most choice taste prest , from the purest Grape . Our noble Martiall , kinsman , and our friend , In our two vertues after times shall sing , A Loyall Subject , and a Royall King .