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 Early English books online text creation partnership. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 2, no. A06333) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 10177) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1475-1640 ; 406:12) A pleasant commodie, called Looke about you As it was lately played by the right honourable the Lord High Admirall his seruaunts Look about you. [88] p. Printed [by Edward Allde] for William Ferbrand, and are to be solde at his shop at the signe of the Crowne neere Guild-hall gate, London : 1600. Signatures: A-L⁴. Mostly in verse. Printer's name from STC. Running title reads: A pleasant commody called Looke about you. Reproduction of the original in the Henry E. Huntington Library and Art Gallery. eng eebo A pleasant commodie, called Looke about you. As it was lately played by the right honourable the Lord High Admirall his seruaunts [no entry] 1600 90 33518 24 0 0 0 0 0 7.16 B The rate of 7.16 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the B category of texts with fewer than 10 defects per 10,000 words. 2013-07 Assigned for keying and markup 2013-08 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2013-10 Sampled and proofread 2013-10 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2014-03 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion Houghton Library, Harvard University, HOLLIS Number 990059951100203941

A PLEASANT COMMODIE , CALLED Looke about you .

As it was lately played by the right honourable the Lord High Admirall his seruaunts

LONDON , Printed for William Ferbrand , and are to be solde at his shop at the signe of the Crowne neere Guild-hall gate . 1600.

A pleasaunt Commodye called Looke about you . Enter Robert Hood a young Noble-man , a seruant with him , with ryding wandes in theyr handes , as if they had beene new lighted . Robert . GOe , walke the horses , wayte me on the hill , This is the Hermits Cell , goe out of sight : My busines with him must not be reueal'd , To any mortall creature but himselfe . Seru. I le waite your honour in the crosse high-way . Exit . Rob. Doe so : Hermit deuout and reuerend , If drousie age keepe not thy stiffened ioyntes , On thy vnrestfull bed , or if the houres Of holy Orizons detayne thee not , Come foorth . Enter Skinke like an Hermit . Skin . Good morrow son , good morrow , & God blesse thee Huntington , A brighter Gleame of true Nobility Shines not in any youth more then in thee . Thou shalt be rich in honour , full of speed , Thou shalt win foes by feare , and friend , by meede . Rob. Father , I come not now to know my fate , Important busines vrgeth Princely Richard , Deliuer letters . In these termes to salute thy reuerent age . Read and be briefe , I know some cause of trust , Made him imploy me for his messenger . Skin . A cause of trust indeed true honoured youth , Princes had need in matters of import , To make nice choyse faire Earle , if I not erre , Thou art the Princes ward . Ro.

Father I am his ward , his Chamberlaine & bed-fellow .

Skin . Faire fall thee honourable Robert Hood , Wend to Prince Richard , say though I am loath , To vse my skill in Coniuration : Yet Skinke that poysoned red cheekt Rosamond , Shall make appearaunce at the Parlament , He shall be there by noone assure his Grace . Rob. Good morrow Father , see you faile him not , For though the villaine did a horrible deed , Yet hath the young King Richard , and Earle Iohn , Sworne to defend him from his greatest foes . Skin .

Gods benizon be with thee noble Earle .

Rob.

A dew good father , holla there , my horse ? Exit .

Skin . Vp , spur the kicking Iade , while I make speede To Consure Skinke out of his Hermits weede ; Lye there religion keep thy M. graue , And on the faire trust of these Princes word To Court againe Skinke : but before I goe , Let mischiefe take aduise of villany , Why to the Hermit letters should be sent , To poast Skinke to the Court incontinent : Is there no tricke in this ? ha let me see ? Or doe they know already I am he ? If they doe so , faith westward then with Skinke : But what an asse am I to be thus fond , Heere lyes the Hermit whom I dying found Some two monthes since , when I was howerly charg'd With Hugh the Cryer and with Constables , I saw him in the ready way to heauen , I helpt him forward , t' was a holy deed ; And there he lyes some sixe foote in the ground , Since when , and since , I kept me in his weedes . O what a world of fooles haue fill'd my Cell ; For Fortunes , run-awaies , stolne goods ; lost cattle , Among the number , all the faction That take the young Kings part against the olde ; Come to my selfe to harken for my selfe , So did the aduerse party make enquire , But eyther fall full of contrary desire : The olde Kings part would kill me being stain'd , The young Kings keep me from their violence . So then thou needst not feare , goe boldly on , Braue Hall , Prince Dicke , and my spruce hot spur John , Heer 's their safe conduct : O but for Rosamond ! A fig for Rosamond , to this hope I le leane : At a Queenes bidding I did kill a queane . Sound Trumpets , enter with a Harrald on the one side , Henry the second Crowned , after him Lancaster , Chester , Sir Richard Faukenbridge : on the other part , K. Henry the Sonne crowned , Herrald after him : after him Prince Rich. Iohn , Leyster , being set , enters fantasticall Robert of Gloster in a gowne girt : walkes vp and downe . Old . K.

Why doth not Gloster take his honoured seate ?

Glo. In faith my Liege Gloster is in a land Where neyther suerty is to sit or stand . I onely doe appeare as I am summoned , And will awaite without till I am call'd . Yon. K.

Why heare you Gloster ?

Glo.

Henry I doe heare you .

Yon. K.

And why not King ?

Glo.

What 's he that sits so neere you ?

Rich.

King too .

Glo.

Two Kings ? ha ha .

Ol. K.

Gloster sit we charge thee .

Glo. I will obey your charge , I will sit downe , But in this house , on no seate but the ground . Iohn .

The seat's too good .

Glo.

I know it brother Iohn .

Jo.

Thy brother ?

Ol. K.

Silence there .

Yon. K.

Passe to the billes Sir Richard Faukenbridge .

Fau. My Lieges both , olde Faukenbridge is proude Of your right honour'd charge . He that worst may Will straine his olde eyes , God send peace this day . A bill for the releasement of the Queene prefer'd , By Henry the young King , Rich. the Prince , John Earle Of Murton , Bohmine Earle of Leister and the commons : Old K.

Did you preferre this byll ?

All.

We did .

Chest . La●c .

Yee did not well .

Glo. Why this is good , now shall we haue the hell . 3. Bro Chester and Lanchaster you wrong the King . Chest . La● .

Our King we doe not .

Y●n . K.

Doe not you seeme crown'd ?

La●c .

But whilst he liues we to none else are bound .

Ley. Is it not wrong thinke you , when all the world Troubled with rumour of a captiue Queene , Imprisoned by her husband in a Realme , Where her owne sonne doth weare a Diademe ? Is like an head of people mutinous . Still murmuring at the s●●●●e done her and vs ? Is' t not more wrong when her mother zeale Sounded through Europe . Affricke , Assia , Tels in the hollow of newes thirsting eares , Queene Elinor liues in a dungion , For pitty and affection to 〈◊〉 sonne : But when the true cause , Cliffords daughters death Shall be exposed to stranger nations : What vollumes will be writ . what lybels spred ? And in each lyne our state dishonoured . Fauk . My Lord speakes to the purpose , mary it may bee so , Pray God it prooue not so . Ley. Heare me conclude , and there withall conclude , It is an heynous and vnheard of sinne : Queene Elinor daughter to Kingly Fraunce , King Henries wife and royall Henries mother , Is kept close prisoner for an acte of Iustice , Committed on an odious Concubine , Kin.

Thou wrongst her Leister .

Le● .

Leachers euer praise the cause of their confusion , she was vile

Fa●.

She was ill spoken of it's true , true .

Glosr . Yonder sits one would doe as much for you Olde foole , young Richard hath a gift I know it , And on your wife my sister would bestow it . Heer 's a good world men hate adulterous sin , Count it a gulfe , and yet they needs will in . Lei.

What answere for the Queene ?

Lan.

The King replyes your words are foule slaunderous forgeryes

John .

His highnes sayes not so .

L●n . His highnes doth , Tels you its a shame for such wilde youth , To smother any impiety , With shew to chastice loose adulterie . Say Rosamond was Henries Concubine , Had neuer King a Concubine but he ? Did Rosamond begin the fires in Fraunce ? Made she the Northerne borders reeke with flames ? Vnpeopled she the townes of Picardy ? Left she the wiues of England husbandles ? O no : she sinn'd I graunt , so doe we all , She fell her selfe , desiring none should fall ; But Elinor whom you so much commend , Hath been the bellowes of seditious fire , Eyther through Iealious rage or mad desire ; I st not a shame to thinke that she hath arm'd Foure Sonnes right hands , against their fathers head , And not the children of a low-priz'd wretch , But one whom God on earth hath deified ? See where he sits with sorrow in his eyes , Three of his Sonnes and hers tutor'd by her , Smiles whilst he weeps , and with a proude disdaine , Imbrace blith mirth , while his sad heart complaine . Fau. Ha laugh they ? nay by the rood that is not wel , Now fie young Princes fie . Hen.

Peace doting foole .

Iohn .

Be silent asse .

Fau. With all my heart my Lords , my humble leaue my Lords Gods mother asse and foole for speaking truth , T is terrible , but fare yee well my Lords . Rich. Nay stay good Faukenbridge , impute it rage , That thus abuses your right reuerend age , My brothers are too hot . Fau.

Too hot indeed , foole , asse , for speaking truth ? it's more than need .

Rich. Nay good Sir Richard at my kinde intreate For all the loue I beare your noble house , Let not your absence kindle further wrath , Each side 's at counsell now sit downe I pray , I le quite it with the kindest loue I may . Glo.

I to his wife .

Fau. Prince Richard I le sit downe , But by the faith I owe fayre Englands Crowne , Had you not been I would haue left the place , My seruice merits not so much disgrace . Ric.

Good Faukenbridge I thanke thee . Go to their places .

Glo.

And you 'l thinke of him , if you can step into his bower at Stepney .

Fau. Prince Richard's very kinde , I know his kindenes , He loues me , but he loues my Lady better , No more , I le watch him , I le preuent his game , Young Lad , it 's ill to halt before the lame . They breake asunder . Papers this while being offred and subscribed betweene eyther . Hen. I le not subscribe to this indignity , I le not be call'd a King but be a King ; Allow me halfe the Realme , giue me the North , The Prouinces that lye beyond the Seas , Wales and the Isles that compasse in the mayne . Glo.

Nay giue him all and he will scant be pleas'd .

Rich.

Brother you aske too much .

Iohn . To much , too little , hee shall haue that and more , I sweare he shall . I will haue Nottingham and Salisbury , Stafford and Darby , and some other Earledome , Or by S. Iohn ( whose blessed name I beare ) I le make these places like a wildernes . I st not a plague , an horrible abuse , A King , a King of England should be Father To foure such proper youths , as Hall , and Dicke , My brother Geffrey and my proper selfe , And yet not giue his sonnes such maintenaunce , As he consumes among his minions . Rich.

Be more respectiue Iohn .

Io. Respectiue Richard , are you turn'd pure ? a changing wether-cocke ? I say it's reason Henry should be King , Thou Prince , I Duke , as Ieffry is a Duke . Lan.

What shall your Father doe ?

Jo. Liue at his prayers , haue a sufficient pention by the yere , Repent his sinnes because his end is neere . Glo.

A gratious sonne , a very gratious sonne .

Kin. Will this content you ? I that haue sat still , Amaz'd to see my sonnes deuoyde of shame ; To heare my subiects with rebellious tongues , Wound the kinde bosome of their Soueraigne , Can no more beare , but from a bleeding hart Deliuer all my loue , for all your hate : Will this content thee cruell Elinor ? Your sauage mother , my vnciuill Queene ; The Tygresse that hath drunke the purple bloud , Of three times twenty thousand valiant men ; Washing her red chaps , in the weeping teares , Of widdows , virgins , nurses , sucking babes . And lastly sorted with her damn'd consorts , Entred alaborinth to murther loue . Will this content you ? she shall be releast , That she may next seaze me she most enuyes . Hen.

Our mothers liberty is some content .

Kin.

What else would Henry haue ?

Hen.

The Kingdome .

Kin.

Peruse this byll , draw neere let vs conferre .

Joh. Hall be not answered but with Soueraignty , For glorious is the sway of Maiesty . Kin.

What would content you John ?

Joh.

Fiue Earledomes Sir .

Kin.

What you sonne Richard ?

Ric. Pardon gratious father , & th' furtheraunce for my vow of penance For I haue sworne to God and all his Saints , These armes erected in rebellious brawles , Against my Father and my Soueraigne , Shall fight the battles of the Lord of hoasts , In wrong'd Iudea and Palestina , That shall be Richards pennance for his pride , His bloud a satisfaction for his sinne , His patrimony men , munition , And meanes to waft them into Siria . Kin. Thou shalt haue thy desire Heroyicke Sonne , As soone as other home-bred brawles are done . Lan.

Why weepes olde Faukenbridge ?

Fau. I am almost blind , to heare sons cruell , and the fathers kinde , Now well a neere that ere I liu'd to see , Such patience and so much impiety . Glo. Brother content thee this is but the first , Worse is a brewing , and yet not the worst . Le● .

You shall not stand to this .

Hen.

And why my Lord ?

Ley.

The lands of Moorton doth belong to Iohn .

Hen. What 's that to me , by Acte of Parlament , If they be mine confirm'd , he must be pleas'd . Ioh. Be pleas'd King puppet ? haue I stood for thee , Euen in the mouth of death ? open'd my armes To sercle in seditious vgly shape ? Shooke hands with duety , bad adew to vertue , Prophan'd all Maiesty in heauen and earth ; Writ in blacke Carracters on my white brow , The name of rebell Iohn against his Father : For thee , for thee , thou Otimie of honour , Thou worme of Maiesty thou froth , thou puble . And must I now be pleas'd in pease to stand , While statutes make thee owner of my land ? Glo.

Good pastime good , now will the theeues fall out ?

Joh O if I doe , let me be neuer held Royall King Henryes sonne pardon me father , Pull downe this rebell that hath done thee wrong . Dicke , come and leaue his side , assayle him Lords , Let 's haue no parly but with billes and swoordes . Ki. Peace Iohn , lay downe thy armes , heare Henry speake , He mindes thee no such wrong . Io.

He were not best .

Hen. Why hayre-brain'd brother can yee brooke no iest ? I doe confirme you Earle of Nottingham . Io.

And Moorton too ?

Hen.

I and Moorton too .

Io.

Why so , now once more I le sit downe by you .

Glo. Blow winde , the youngest of King Henries stocke , Would fitly serue to make a weather-cocke . Io. Gape earth , challenge thine owne as Gloster lyes , Pitty such mucke is couer'd with the skies . Fau. Be quiet good my Lords , the Kings commaund You should be quiet , and t is very meere , It 's most conuenient , how say you Prince Richard ? Rich.

It is indeed .

Fa. Why that is wisely said , you are a very kinde indifferent man , Mary a God and by my hollidame , Were not I had a feeling in my head , Of some suspition twixt my wife and him , I should affect him more then all the world . Glo. Take heede olde Richard , keep thee there mad lad , My Sister 's faire , and beauty may turne bad . Enter Robert Hood a paper in his hand . Officer .

Roome there , make roome for young Huntington .

Fau.

A gallant youth , a proper Gentleman .

Hen.

Richard I haue had wrong about his wardship .

Ric.

You cannot right your selfe .

Jo.

He can and shall .

Ric. Not with your help but honourable youth Haue yee perform'd the busines I enioyn'd ? Rob.

I haue , and Skinke is come , heere is his bill ,

Hen.

No matter for his bill let him come in .

Kin. Let him not enter , his infectious breath Will poyson the assembly . Gl. Neuer doubt , ther 's more infectious breaths about your Throne , Leyster is there , your enuious Sonnes is there ; If them you can endure , no poyson feare . Kin

Content thee Gloster .

Glo.

I must be content , when you that should mend all are patient ,

Hen. Welcome good Skinke thou iustly dost complaine , Thou standst in dread of death for Rosamond , Whom thou didst poyson at our dread commaund , And the appointment of our gratious Mother ; See heere my Fathers hand vnto thy pardon . Skin .

I receiue it gratiously , wishing his soule sweet peace , in heauen for so meritorious a worke , for I feare me I haue not his heart though his hand .

Kin. Be sure thou hast not , murderous bloud-sucker , To iealious enuy executioner . Hen. Besides thou suest to haue some maintenaunce , We haue bethought vs how wee will reward thee , Thou shalt haue Rowden Lordship . Glost .

Shal he so ? will you reward your murtherers with my lands

Hen.

Your lands ? it is our gift and he shall haue it .

Glo.

I le giue him seasure first with this and this . Strike him .

John .

Lay holde on Gloster .

Kin.

Holde that murtherous Skinke .

Glo. Villaines hands off , I am a Prince , a Peere , And I haue borne disgrace while I can beare . Fau Knaues leaue your rudenes , how now brother Gloster ? nay be appeas'd , be patient brother . Rich. Shift for thy selfe good Skinke , ther 's golde , away : Heere will be parts . Skin .

Swonds I le make one and stay .

Joh. I prethee be gone since thus it faileth out , Take water , hence , away , thy life I doubt . Ski . Well , farewell , get I once out of doore , Skinke neuer will put trust in warrants more . Exit . Kin.

Will Gloster not be bridled ?

Glo. Yes my Liege and sadled too , and ryd , and spur'd , & rayn'd , Such misery ( in your Raigne ) falles your friends , Let goe my armes , you dunghyls let me speake . Kin.

Wher 's that knaue Skinke ? I charge you see him stayd .

Fauk . The swift heel'd knaue is fled , body a me heer 's rule , Heer 's worke indeed . Kin. Follow that Skinke , let priuy search be made , Let not one passe except he be well knowne , Let poastes be euery way sent speedily , For ten miles compasse round about the Citty . Hen. Take Gloster to you Liefetenant of the Tower , Keep him aside till we conferre a while , Father you must subscribe to his committing . Lan.

Why must he Henry ?

Ley.

Mary for this cause , he hath broke peace and violated lawes .

Glo.

So haue you all done , rebels as you be .

Fau.

Good words good brother , heare me gratious Lords ,

Hen. I prethee Faukenbridge be patient , Gloster must of force answere this contempt . Kin. I will not yeeld he shall vnto the Tower , Warden of th' Fleete take you the charge of Gloster . Hen. Why be it so , yet stay with him a while , Till we take order for the company That shall attend him , and resort to him . Glo. Warden of the Fleete I see I am your charge , Be friend me thus , least by theyr commaund , I be preuented of what I intend . Keep .

Commaund me any seruice in my power .

Glo. I pray you call some nimble footed fellow , To doe a message for me to my sister . Keep . Call in Redcap , he waiteth with a Tipstaffe , Exit one for him . He stammers , but he 's swift and trusly Sir . Enter Redcap . Glo.

No matter for his stammering , is this he ?

Red.

I Iam am Re Redcap s s sir .

Glo.

Run Redcap to Stepney .

Red.

I le be at Stepney p p presently .

Glo.

Nay stay , goe to the Lady Faukenbridge my sister .

Red.

The La La Lady Fau Fau Faukenbreech , I r r run sir .

Glo. But take thy errand , tell her I am prisoner , Committed to the Fleete . Red.

I am g g glad of th th that , my fa fa father the p p porter sha shall ge ge get a f f fee by you . Still runnes .

Glo. Stand still a while , desire her to make meanes Vnto Prince Richard for my liberty , At thy returne ( make speed ) I will reward thee . Red.

I am g g gone si sir .

Rich. Commend me to her gentle Huntington , Tell her in these affayres I le stand her friend , Her brother shall not long be prisoner : Say I will visit her immediatlie . Be gone sweete boy to Marian Faukenbridge , Thou lookest like loue perswade her to be louing . Ro. So farre as honour will I will perswade , I le lay loues battery to her modest eares , Second my milde assault , you may chaunce win , Fare parley at the least , may hap passe in . Exit . Hen Heere take your charge , let no man speake with him , Except our selfe , our brethren , or Earle Leicester . Fau.

Not I my Lord , may not I speake with him ?

Hen.

Yes Faukenbridge thou shalt .

Jo.

And why ? he is his wiues brother .

Fau.

Earle Iohn , although I be , I am true vnto the State , & so is he .

Glo.

What , shal I haue no seruant of my owne ?

Hen.

No but the housholde seruants of the Fleete .

Glo. I thanke you kinsman King , your father knowes , Gloster may boldelie giue a base slaue blowes . Fau.

O but not heere , it was not well done heere .

Kin.

Farewell good Gloster , you shall heare from vs .

Glo. Euen what your Sonnes will suffer you to send ; I st not a miserie to see you stand , That some time was , the Monarch of this land , Intreating traytors for a subiects freedome ? Lei.

Let him not speake , away with him to prison .

Glo. Heer 's like to be a well stayd common wealth , Where in proude Leister , and licentious Iohn , Are pillers for the King to leane vpon . Io.

Wee 'll heare your rayling Lecture in the Fleete .

Hen.

On our displeasure see he speake no more .

Glo. On thy displeasure , well yee haue me heere ; O that I were within my Fort of Bungye Whose walles are washt with the cleare streames of Aueney Then would not Gloster passe a halfe-penny , For all these rebels , and their poore King too . Laughst thou King Henry ? thou knows my words are true , God help thee good olde man , adew adew . Io.

That Castle shal be mine , where stands it Faukenbridge

Fau. Far from your reach sure , vnder Feckhill ridge , Fiue hundred men ( England hath few such wight ) Keeps it for Glosters vse both day and night : But you may easily winne it , wantons words Quickly can master men , tongues out brawle swords . Io.

Yee are an Idyot .

Rich.

I prethee Iohn forbeare .

Joh. What shall olde winter with his frosty iestes , Crosse flowry pleasure ? Fau. I and nip you too , God mary mother I would tickle you Were there no more in place but I and you . Kin. Sease these contentions , forward to the Tower , Release Queene Elinor , and leaue me there Your prisoner I am sure , if yee had power , Ther 's nothing lets you but the Commons feare : Keep your State Lords , we will by water goe , Making the fresh Thames , salt with teares of woe . Hen. And wee 'll by land through the Citty ride , Making the people tremble at our pride . Exeunt with Trumpets two waies . Enter Skinkesolus Skin . Blacke Heath quoth he , and I were King of all Kent , I would giue it for a commodity of Apron-strings , to Be in my cottage agen . Princes warrants , mary Skinke Findes them as sure as an obligation seal'd with butter . At Kings Bridge I durst not enter a boate , through London the stones were fiery , I haue had a good Coole way through the fieldes , and in the high way To Ratcliffe stands a heater : Mile-end's couered with Who goes there . T is for me sure ; O Kent , O Kent , I would giue my part of all Christendome to feele Thee as I see thee . If I goe forward I am stayed , If I goe backward , ther 's a roge in a red cap , he 's run From S. Iohnes after me : I were best stay heere , Least if he come with hue and cry , he stop me yonder , I would slip the coller for feare of the halter ; But heere comes my runner , and if he run for me , His race dyes , he is as sure dead , as if a Parlament Of Deuils had decreed it . Enter Redcap . Red. Ste Ste Stepney chi church yonder , but I haue forgot The La La Lady Fau Fau Fau plague on her , I mu must b backe to the Fle Fle Fleete to kn kn know it . The la the la la Lady Fau , plague on 't ; G Gloster Will gone neere to st stab me , fo for forgetting My errand , he is such a ma ma mad Lord , the La Lady Fau Fau Fau. Skin . Help me deuise , vpon my life this foole is sent From Gloster to his sister Marian. Redc . Im must nee needs goe backe , the La Lady Fau Fau Fau. Skin .

God speed good fellow .

Red.

Go go god sp sp speed you sir .

Skin .

Why run'st thou from me ?

Red.

Ma mary sir , I haue lo lost a La Ladyes name , and I am running ba backe to se se seeke it .

Skin .

What Lady ? I prethee stay .

Red.

Why the la Lady Fau Fau Fau.

Skin .

Faukenbridge ?

Red.

I the s s same , f f farewell , I th th thanke you ha hartily

Skin . If thou wouldst speake with her she is in Kent , I serue her , what 's thy busines with my Lady ? Red. I sh sh should doe an errand to her f f from my Lord Of Gloster , but a a and she be in k Kent , I le s send it by you . Skin .

Where is my Lord ?

Red.

Mary p p prisoner in the Fl Fleete , a a and w would haue her speake to P Prince R Richard for his re re release .

Skin .

I haue much busines , hold ther 's thy fare by water , my Lady lyes this night .

Red.

Wh wh where I pray ?

Skin .

At Grauesend at the Angell .

Red.

T is deuillish co co colde going by water .

Skin . Why there 's my cloake and hat to keep thee warme , Thy cap and Ierkin will serue me to ride in By the way , thou hast winde and ty de , take Oares . My Lady will reward thee royally . Red

G God a mercy , f fa faith and euerth thou co co come to the Fl Fl Fleete , I le giue the tu tu turning of the ke key f for n no nothing .

Skin .

Hye thee , to morrow morning at Graues-end I le wash thy stammering throate with a mug of ale merrily .

Red.

God be w with you till s soo soone ; what call you the Lady ? O now I re remember the La Lady Fa Faukenbridge at what s signe ?

Skin .

At the Angell .

Red.

A Angell , the la la Lady fa fa Faukenbridge , Fa Fau Faukenbridge .

Skin .

Farewell and bee hang'd good stammering ninny , I thinke I haue set your Redcaps heeles a running , wold your Pyanet chattering humour could as sa safely se set mee fr from the searchers walkes . Yonder comes some one , hem : Skink to your trickes this tytty tytty , a the tongue I beleeue will faile mee .

Enter Constable and Watch. Con.

Come make vp to this fellow , let th' other go , he seems a gentleman , what are you sir ?

Skin .

Would I had kept my owne sute , if the countenaunce carry it away .

Con.

Stand sirra , what are you ?

Skin .

The po po Porters Sonne of the FFl Fleete , going to Stepney about businesse to the La La Lady Fa Fa Faukenbridge .

Con.

Well bring him thether , some two or three of yee honest neyghbors , and so backe to the Fleete , we 'll shew our selues dilligent aboue other Officers .

Skin .

Wh wh why le le let me run I am Re Redcap .

Con.

Well , sure you shall now run no faster then I lead you , heare yee neighbor Simmes , I leaue my staffe with yee , bee vigilent I pray you , search the suspitious houses at the townes end , this Skink's a trouncer ; come , will you be gone sir ?

Skin . Yes sir , and the deuill goe with you and them , Well , yet haue hope mad ha hart , co co come your way . Exeunt . Enters Robin hood and Blocke . Blo .

Sweet nobilitie in reuersion , Blocke by the commission of his head , Coniures you and withall bindes you , by all the tricks that pages passe in time of Parlament , as swearing to the pantable , crowning with Custords , paper whiffes to the sleepers noses , cutting of tagges , stealing of torches , cum multis aliis tell Blocke , what Blocke you haue cast in the way of my Ladies content .

Ro.

Block by the antiqiuity of your ancestrie , I haue giuen your Lady not so much as the least cause of dislike , if she be despleased at any newes I bring , it 's more then I must blab .

Blo .

Zounds these pages be so proude , they care not for an olde Seruingman , you are a ward and so , an Earle , and no more : you disquiet our house that 's the most : and I may be euen with thee that 's the least .

Enter the Ladie Faukenbridge . La.

What Blocke , what Blocke I say what doe you there ?

Bloc .

Making the young Lord merry Maddame ,

La.

Go attend the gate , see if you can let in more greife therat ,

Blo

Zounds and greife come in there , and I see him once I le Coniure his gaberdine .

La.

will you be gone sir ?

Blo .

Hem , these women , these women , and she bee not in loue eyther with Prince Richard or this lad , let blocks head be made a chopping blocke . Exit Blocke .

Rob. Faire Madam , what replye you to my sute , The prince excepts smiles , welcomes , louing lookes , La. The Prince , if he giue heed to Marrians sute , Must heare heart-sigh's , see sorrow in my eyes , And finde cold welcome to calamities , Rob.

And why for gods sake ?

La.

Euen for Glosters sake ,

Rob. why by mine honnor , and Prince Richards faith , Your brother Gloster shall haue liberty , Vppon condition you release a prisoner That you haue longe held in captiuitye . La.

I haue no prisoner ,

Ro.

Yes a world of eies , your beuty in a willing bondage ties

La.

Go to , you are dispos'd to iest my Lord ,

Rob. In earnest I must be an earnest suter To you for loue , yet you must be my tuter . La.

Are you in loue ?

Rob.

I dearely loue Prince Richard .

La. Then doe you loue the loueliest man aliue . The Princeliest person of King Henries sonnes , Rob.

I like this well .

La. he is vertuous in his minde his body faire , His deeds are Iust , his speaches debonaire , Rob.

Better and better still .

La. In deed he is what no body can denye . All louely , beautie all , all Maiestie . Rob. I le tell his excelence what you reporte , No doubt he will be very thankfull , for 't , La.

Nay heare you young Lord ? Gods pitty staye .

Rob.

What haue you more in Richards praise to say ?

La. I haue said to much if you misconster me . Dutie bids praise him , not vnchastitie . Rob. Vnchastitie holy heauens forfend it , That he or I , or you should once intend it , Enter Blocke and Richard . Blo .

They are there sir , close at it , I leaue you sir , the more Roome the lesse company .

Ric

Drinke that , farwell ,

Blo . If that sir Richard comes , this ties , this bindes , O golde , thy power conuerteth seruants mindes . Exit . Rich.

How now faire Maddam who hath angred you ?

La.

Greife at my brothers duraunce angers me .

Rich.

I had thought my Ward young Huntington had vext you

La. who he ? alas good Gentleman he wrong'd me not . No matter for all this , I le tell your tale . A noyse within , Enter Skinke , Blocke , Constable . Bls.

Sir there comes no more of you in with him then the Constable . Zounds heare s a beadroll of Billes at the gate indeed , back ye base

La.

Now sirra what s the matter ?

Blo .

Marry heare s a stammerer taken clipping the Kings English , and the Constable and his watch hath brought him to you to be examin'd .

Consta.

No Madam wee are commaunded by the King to watch , and meeting this fellow at Mile-end , he tels vs , he is the Porters sonne of the Fleete , that the Earle of Gloster sent him to you .

Skin .

Iff forsooth h he desire you to speake to the p Prince for him .

La. O I conceaue thee , bid him blithly fare , Beare him this Ring in token of my care . Skin .

If I be rid of this euill Angell that haunts mee , many rings , much Fleete will Skinke come vnto .

Con.

Madam , if you know this fellow we 'll discharge him .

Bloc .

Madam , and you be wise , trust your honest neighbors heere , let them bring this ca ca ca ca to the Fleete , and s see your ring deliuered .

Skin . A plague vpon you for a damned roge , The Porter of the Fleete will surely know me . La. Good neighbours bring this honest fellow thether , Ther 's for his paines a crowne if he say true , And for your labour ther 's as much for you . Skin .

Why Ma Ma Madam , I am Re Re Redcap the Porters sonne .

La.

Thou hast no wrong in this , farewell good fellow .

Skin . Best speaking to Prince Richard ? no I le try And face out Redcap if the slaue were by . La.

Make them drinke Blocke .

Blo .

Come to the Buttery bar , stitty stitty stammerer , come honest Constable , hey the watch of our towne , we 'll drinke trylill I saith .

As they goe out , enters Sir Richard Faukenbridge stealing forward , Prince and Lady talking . Rob. Lupus in fabula my Noble Lord , See the olde foxe Sir Richard Faukenbridge . Rich.

We 'll fit him well enough , second vs Robin .

La.

I le fit you well enough for all your hope , Fau. beckens to Blocke .

Fau.

Leaue quaffing sirra , listen to their talke .

Bloc .

O while you liue beware , two are sooner seene then one : besides , beare a braine Master , if Block should be now spide , my Madam would not trust this sconce neither in time nor tyde .

Fau.

Well leaue me , now it buds ; see see , they kisse .

Bloc .

Adew good olde sinner , you may recouer it with a fallet of parsly , and the hearbe patience , if not sir you knowe the worst , it 's but euen this .

Rich. Madam , what you desire I not deny , But promise Glosters life and liberty , I beg but loue . Fau.

When doth she giue her almes ?

La.

Faire honourable Prince .

Fau.

Nay then they speed .

La.

My soule hath your deserts in good esteeme .

Fau.

Witnesse these goodly times that grace my head .

La. But were you the sole Monarch of the earth , Your power were insufficient to inuade , My neuer yeelding heart of chastity . Fauk . Sayst thou so Mall , I promise thee for this , I le owe thy cherry lips an olde mans kisse ; Looke how my Cockerill droopes , t is no matter , I like it best when women will not flatter . Rich.

Nay but sweet Lady .

Rob. Nay but gracious Lord , doe not so much forget your Princely worth , As to attempt vertue to vnchastity . Fau.

O noble youth !

Rob. Let not the Ladyes dead griefe for her brother , Giue life to shamelesse and detested sinne . Fau.

Sweet childe .

Ro.

Consider that she is of high decent .

Fau.

Most vertuous Earle .

Rob.

Wife to the noblest Knight that euer breath'd .

Fau.

Now blessing on thee blessed Huntington .

Rob. And would you then first staine your Princely stocke , Wrong beauty , vertue , honor , chastitye , And blemmish Faukenbridges vntaynted armes ? Fau. By adding hornes vnto our Falcones head , Well thought on noble youth , t was well put in . La.

Besides my gratious Lord .

Fa.

Tickle him Mall , plague him on that side for his hot desire .

La.

howeuer secretly great Princes sin ,

Fau.

Oh now the spring she 'll doe it sercretly .

La.

The King of all harts will haue all syns knowne .

Fa.

Ah then she yeilds not .

Ric.

Lady heer 's my hand , I did but try your honorable faith

Fau. He did but trie her , would she haue bin tride It had grone hard on this and on this side . Rich. And since I see your vertue so confirm'd , as vice can haue no entraunce in your heart , I vow in sight of heauen neuer againe , To mooue like question but for loue , Fau.

My hart is eased , holde Blocke take vp my cloake .

Blo .

And your cap to sir .

Ric.

Sir Richard ?

Fau. What sweet Prince welcome yfaith , I see youth quickly get's the starte of age ; But welcome welcome and young Huntington . Sweet Robyn hude , honors best flowring bloome , Welcome to Faukenbridge with all my hearte , How cheares my loue , how fares my Marrian , ha ? Be merry chucke , and Prince Richard welcome , Let it goe Mall I knowe thy greuances . Away away , tut let it passe sweet girle , Wee needs must haue his helpe about the Earle . La.

Let it not be delayd deere Faukenbridge .

Rich. Sir Richard , first make sute vnto my father , I le follow you to Courte and second you , Fau. Follow to Court , ha ? then I smell a rat , It s probable he 'll haue about agayne , Long seige makes entraunce to the strongest fort , It must not be I must not leaue him heere , Prince Richard , if you loue my brothers good , Let s ride back to the Courte , I le wayte on you , Rich. He 's Ielious , but I must obserue the tyme , We 'll ride vnto the Court , I le leaue my boy Till we returne , are you agreed to this ? Fau. Oh I hee is an honourable youth , Vertuuos and modest , Huntingtons right heyre , His father Gilbert was the smoothst fac't Lord That ere bare Armes in England or in Fraunce , Rich. Solicitie Robin , Lady giue good eare , And of your brothers freedome neuer feare , Fau. Marrian farwell , where s Blocke ? open the gate , Come Prince God send vs to proue fortunate ? Exeunt . La.

why doe you stay sir ?

Rob.

Madam as a Lidger to solicite for your absent loue

La. Walk in the Garden I will follow you . I faith I faith you are a noble wagge . Rob. An honorable wag , and wagish Earle . Euen what you will sweet Lady I must beare , Hoping of patience , profit will ensue . That you will beare the Prince as I beare you . La. Well said well said , I le haue these toyes amended , Goe , will you walke into the Garden sir , Rob. But will you promise me to bring no maides , To set vppon my litle manship there ? You threatned whipping , and I am in feare , La.

Vppon my word I le bring none but my selfe ,

Rob. You see I am weapned , doe not I beseech you , I le stab them come there twenty ere they breech mee . Exit . La. This youth and Richard , think me easily wonne , But Marrian rather will embrace , The bony carcasse of dismaying death , Than proue vnchast to Noble Faukenbridge , Richard's king Henries sonne , is light , Wanton and loues not humble modestie , Which makes me ( much contrary to my thoughts ) Flatter his humor for my brothers safetye , But I protest I le dwel among the dead , Ere I pollute my sacred nuptiall bed . Exit . Enter Gloster in his gowne , calling Glo.

Porter what Porter wher 's this drowsie asse ?

Enter Porter , Por.

Who calles ? my Lord of Gloster all alone ?

Glo. Alone and haue your wisdomes companie , Pray wher 's the stammering chatterer your sonne ? He 's euer running but he makes small haste , I le bring his lyther legges in better frame , And if he serue me thus a nother time . Knocke within . Harke sir your clients knocke , and 't be your pye , Let him vouchsafe to chatter vs some newes . Tell him we daunce attendance in our chamber . Exit porter . This Iohn and Henry are so full of hate , That they will haue my head by some deuice , Gloster hath plotted meanes for an escape , And if it fadge , why so ; if not , then well , The way to heauen is death , this life 's a hell . Enter Porter and Skink . Port. Why should the Watchmen come along with thee ? Skin .

Ther 's such a que question for yon s same r rogue Skink p plague keepe farre enough from him , that a an honest f fellow ca cannot w w walke the streetes .

Port. Well sir dispatch your busines with the Earle , He 's angry at your stay I tell ye that . Exit . Skin . Sbloud what a frowne this Gloster castes at me , I hope he meanes to lend me no more cuffes , Such as he paide me at the Parlament . Glo. What mutter you , what tydings from my sister ? Ski . Co commendations and s she hath s sent ye this r ring . Glo. Hold ther 's two Angels , shut the chamber doore , You must about some busines for me strayght ; Come nearer man , Skin . I feare I am to neare , Glo. Hast thou no tydings for my liberty ? Skin . No b but ye sh shall he heare f from her p p presently . Glo. And p presently sir off with your coate . Nay quicke , vncase , I am bold to borrow it , I le leaue my gowne , change is no robbery . Stutterer it 's so , neare flinch , ye cannot passe , Cry , and by heauen I le cut thy cowards throate , Quickly cashyre your selfe , you see me staye , Skin . N n nay , b b but wh wh what m meane ye ? Glo. To scape I hope , sir with your priuiledge , How now , who 's this , my fine familliar Skinke ? Queene Beldams minnion , Skin . Zounds you see ti 's I. Glo. Tyme sortes not now to know these misteries . How thou camst by this ring , or stol'st this coate , They are mine now in possession , for which kindenes If I escape I le get thee Libertie , Or fire the fleete about the Wardens eares , Mum budgit not a word as thou louest thy life , Skin . I mum mum faire , pray God may chaunce it , My Lord , but that my state is desperate , I de see your eyes out eare I would be cheated . Glo. Walke like an Earle villaine some are comming . Enter John and Porter . Io. Where is this Gloster ? Glo. Y y yonder he walks . Fa fa father , I let me out . Port.

Why whether must you now ?

Glo.

To Ie Iericho I th thinke , t is such a h h humorous Earle .

Port.

Well sir wilt please you hasten home againe .

Glo.

I I le be h heare in a trice ; b but p praye haue ca care of th this madcap , if he g giue vs the s s slip , s s some of vs a are like to m make a sl sl slyppery occupation on 't .

This while John walkes and stalkes by Skinke , neuer a word betwene them . Port.

Looke to your busines sir let me alone .

Glo.

Alone ? neuer trust me if I trouble thee .

Io. Mad Gloster mute , all mirth turn'd to dispaire ? Why now you see what t is to crosse a King , Deale against Princes of the Royall blood , You le snarle and rayle , but now your toung is bedry'd , Come caper hay , set all at six and seauen , What musest thou with thought of hell or heauen ? Skin . Of neither Iohn I muse at my disgrace , That I am thus kept prisoner in this place . Io. O sir , a number are here prisoners , My Cousen Moorton whome I came to visite , But he good man is at his morrow masse , But I that neither care to say nor sing , Come to seeke that preaching hate and prayer , And while they mumble vp their Orisons , We 'll play a game at bowles , what saist thou Gloster ? Skin .

I care not if I doe ,

Joh. You doe not care , Let olde men care for graues , we for our sportes , Off with your gowne , there hes my hatt and Cloake , The bowles there quickly , hee ? Skin . No my gowne stirres not , it keeps sorrowe warme , And she , and I am not to be deuorced , Enter Porter with bowles . Jo. Yes ther 's an axe must part your head and you , And with your head , sorrowe will leaue your heart . But come shall I begin ? a pound a game , Skin .

More pounds and we thus heauy ? well begin .

Ioh.

Rub rub rub rub .

Skin . Amen God send it short enough , and mee A safe running with them clothes from thee . Ioh.

Play Robin , run run run .

Skin . Far enough and well , flye one foote more , Would I were halfe so far without the doore . Enter Porter . Ioh.

Now Porter what s the newes ?

Por. Your Coossen Moorton humbly craues , Leauing your game , you would come visit him , Io. Bowle Gloster I le come presently . So neere mad Robin ? then haue after you , Skin .

Would I were gone , make after as you may ,

Io. Well sir t is yours , one all , throw but the Iacke While I goe talke with Moorton : I le not stay , Keepe Cloake and hat in pawne I le hould out play , Skin . I would be sory Iohn but you should stay , Vntill my bias run another way , Now passe , and hey passe , Skink vnto your tricks , T is but a chaunce at hazard : there lyes Gloster , and heare stands Skinke , now Iohn play thou thy part , And if I scape I le loue thee with my heart . So porter let me foorth . Enter Porter . Po.

God blesse your grace , ye spoke with the L. Moorton .

Skin . I haue and must about his busines to the Courte . It greeues me to break my sporte with Gloster , The melancholy Earle is comfortlesse , Po. I wold your grace would comfort him from hence , The Fleet is weary of his company , Redcap knocks . Skin . Drink that , some knockes , I prethee let me cut , His head shall off ere long , neuer make doubt . Exeunt . Enter Iohn at the other doore . Jo. Now madcap thou winstall ; wher art thou Robyn ? Vncased : nay then he meanes to play in earnest . But wher s my Cloake , my rapier , and my hatt ? I holde my birth-right to a beggers scrip , The basterd is escaped in my cloathes . T is well , he left me his to walke the streets , I le fire the Citty but I le finde him out , Perchaunce he hides himselfe to try my spleene , I le to his chamber , Gloster ? hallo Gloster ? Exit Enter Porter and Redcap . Por. I wonder how thou camst so strangly chang'd ? T is not an hower since thou wents from hence , Red.

By my Ch Ch Christendome I ha haue not b b been h heere this three nights , a p p plage of him , that made me such a ch chaunting , and s sent me such a Ia Ia Iaunt , blud I was st stayd for Skinke , that ill fa fa fac'd rogue .

Port. I pray God there be no practise in this change . Now I remember these are Skinkes cloathes , That he wore last day , at the Parlament , Knocke , Enter at another doore , John in Glosters gowne . Io.

Porter ? you Porter ?

Por.

Doe you not heare them knock , you must stay sir ,

Io.

Bloud I could eate these rogues .

Red. Wh wh what raw , t is a very ha●sh mo morsell , Ne next your he heart Io.

A plague vpon your Iaunts , what porter slaue ?

Red.

I haue been at g grauesend sir .

Ioh.

What 's that to me ?

Red.

And at Ca Ca Canterbury .

Io.

And at the gallows : zounds this frets my soule .

Red.

But I c could not f finde your s s sister the La Lady Fau Faukenbridge .

Jo. You stammering slaue hence , chat among your Dawes , Come ye to mad me ? while the rogue your father . Enter Porter . Red.

My f fa father .

Io.

Porter ? you damned slaue .

Port.

I st Midsomer doe you begin to raue ?

Ioh. Harke how the traytor flouts me to my teeth . I would intreat your knaueship let me forth , For feare I dash your branes out with the keyes , What is become of Gloster and my garments ? Por. Alas in your apparrell Glosters gone , I let him out , euen now I am vndone , Joh. It was your practise , and to keepe me backe You sent Iacke Daw your sonne with ca ca ca , To tell a sleueles tale : lay hould on him , To Newgate with him and you tut atut , Run red cap and trudge about , Or bid your fathers portership farwell . Exeunt with Porter . Red.

He heares a go good Ie Ie Iest by the L Lord to mo mocke an ape withall : my fa fa father has brought his ho ho hoges to a fa fa faire m m m●●ket . Po po porter quoth you ? p po porter that will for me , and I po po porter it , let them po po post me to heauen in this qua quarter . But I must s s seeke this Gl Gl Gloster and Sk Sk Skinke that co cony catching ra ra rascall , a pa pa plauge co co confound him , Re re redcap must ru run he cannot tell whe whether . Exit

Sound Trumpets , Enter Henry the younger , one one hand of him Queene Elinor , on the other Leycester . Hen. Mother and Leycester adde not oyle to fire . Wrath 's kindled with a word , and cannot heare The number lesse perswasions you infort , Quce . O but my sonne thy father fauours him . Richard that vile abortiue changling brat , And Faukenbridge , are fallen at Henries feete . They wooe for him , but intreat my sonne Gloster may dye for this that he hath done , Leic.

If Gloster liue thou wilt be ouerthrowne ,

Quee.

If Gloster liue thy mother dies in moane ,

Ley.

If Gloster liue Leyster will flie the realme ,

Quee.

If Gloster liue thy kingdome 's but a dreame ,

Hen. Haue I not sworne by that eternall arme That puts iust vengance sword in Monarcks hands , Gloster shall die for his presumption ? What needs more coniuration gratious Mother ? And honorable Leyster marke my words . I haue a Bedrole of some threescore Lords , Of Glosters faction , Quee. Nay of Henries faction . Of thy false fathers faction , speake the truth , He is the head of factions ; were he downe : Peace , plenty , glory will impale thy crowne . Ley. I ther 's the But ; whose hart-white if we hit , The game is our's . Well we may rage and roue , At Gloster , Lancaster , Chester , Faukenbridge , But he is the vpshot . Quee

Yet begin with Gloster .

Hen. The destenies run to the booke of Fates , And read in neuer-changing Characters Robert of Glosters end he dies to day , So fate , so heauen , so doth King Henry say . Quee.

Emperially resoul'd . Trumpets far off ,

Le●c .

The olde King comes ,

Quee. Then comes Luxurious lust , The King of Concubines , the King that scornes The vndefiled , chast and numptiall bed , The King that hath his Queene Imprisoned . For my sake scorne him , sonne call him not father , Giue him the stile of a competitor , Hen. Pride seaze vppon my heart , wrath fill myne eyes , Sit lawfull maiestie vppon my front Dutie flie from me , pitty bee exild , Sences forget that I am Henries child , Quee

I kisse thee , and I blesse thee , for this thought .

Enter King , Lancaster , Richard , Faukenbridge . Kin. O Lancaster bid Henry yeeld some reason Why he desires so much the death of Gloster , Hen. I heare thee Henry , and I thus reply . I doe desire the death of Basterd Gloster . For that he spends the Treasure of the Crowne . I doe desire the death of basterd Gloster , For that he doth desire to pull me downe . Or were this false ( I purpose to be plaine ) He loues thee , and for that I him disdaine . Hen. Therin thou shewest a hate corrupted mynde , To him the more vniust , to me vnkynd , Quee

He loues you as his father lou'd his mother .

Kin. Fie , fie vpon thee hatefull Elinor . I thought thou hadst been long since scarlet dyde , Hen.

She is and therfore cannot change her colour .

Rich.

You are to strickt , Earle Glosters fault Merrits not death ,

Fau. By th' rood the Prince saies true . Heere is a statute from the Confessor , Hen. The Confessor was but a simple foole . Away with bookes my word shall be a lawe , England her breath shall from this bosome drawe , Gloster shall die , Ley.

Let Gloster dye the death .

Lan.

Leyster he shall not , he shall haue lawe , dispight of him and thee .

Hen.

What law , will you be Traitors ? what s the lawe ?

Ric. His right handes losse , and that is such a losse , As England may lament , all Christians weepe . That hand hath bin aduanst against the Moores , Driuen out the Sarasins from Gads and Cicile , Fought fifteene Battels vnder Christs red crosse , And is it not ( thinke you ) a greeuious losse , That for a slaue ( and for no other harme ) It should be sundred from his Princely Arme ? Fau. More for example Noble Lancaster , but t is great pitty , To to great a pittie . He.

I le haue his hand & head .

Ri.

Thou shalt haue mine them .

Que. Wel sayd stubberne Dicke , Iack wold not serue me so , Were the boy heere : Ric. Both Iohn and I haue seru'd your will too long ; Mother repent your cruelty and wrong : Gloster you know is ful of mirth and glee , And neuer else did your grace iniury . Q● .

Gloster shal dye .

He.

Fetch him heere I le see him dead .

Ric.

He that sturs for him shall lay downe his head .

Fau. O quiet good my Lords , patience I pray , I thinke he comes vnsent for by my fay . Enter Iohn in Glosters gowne . Ric.

What meanst thou Gloster ?

He.

Who brought Gloster hyther ?

Io. Let Gloster hang and them that There lyes his case , a mischiefe on his carkasse . Qu.

My deare sonne Jacke ?

Jo.

Your deere son Iack an apes , your mōkey , your babone , your asse , your gull .

Ley.

What ayles Earle Iohn ?

Jo. Hence further from my sight , My fiery thoughts and wrath haue worke in hand ; Le curse ye blacker then the Leuarnian Lake , If you stand wondring at my sorrow thus ; I am with childe , big , hugely swolne with rage , Who 'll play the Midwife , and my throbs aswage ? Kin

I will my Sonne .

Hen.

I will high harted brother .

Io. You will , and you , tut , tut all you are nothing , T will out , t will out , my selfe my selfe can ease : You chafe , you swell , ye are commaunding King , My father is your footestoole when he please , Your word 's a law , these Lordes dare neuer speake , Gloster must dye , your enemies must fall . Hen.

What meanes our brother ?

Ioh. He meanes that thou art mad she franticke , Leyster foolish I the babe , these grinde vs , bite vs , vexe vs , charge , And discharge , Gloster , O Gloster ! Que.

Where is Gloster sonne ?

Hen.

Where is Glo. brother ?

Kin.

I hope he be escaped .

Io. O I could teare my hayre , & falling thus vpon the Solide earth , dig into Glosters graue , so he were dead And gone into the depth of vnder worlds . Or get seditious hundreth thousand hands , And like Briareus , battle with the Starres , To pull him downe from heauen if he were there , Fau.

Looke to Earle Iohn the Gentleman is mad .

I● . O who would not be mad at this disgrace ? Gloster the fox is fled , there lies his case , He cousned me of myne , the porter helpt him , Hen. The porter shall be hangd let 's part and seeke him , Gloster shall dye all Europe shall not saue him . Jo. He is wise , too wise for vs , yet I le goe with you , To get more fooles into my company . Quee.

This is your fathers plot , reuenge it sonne .

Hen. Father by heauen if this were your aduice , Your head or heart shall pay the bitter price , Come mother , Brother , Leyster , let s away , Jo. I , I le be one , in hope to meete the basterd , And then no more my selfe will be his headsman . Exeunt . Kin. Richard and Faukenbridge follow the search , You may preuent mischaunce by meeting Gloster , If ye finde Skinke see that you apprehend him , I heare there is a wizard at blacke heath , Let some enquire of him where Skinke remaynes , Although I trust not to those fallacies , Yet now and then such men prooue Soothsayers . Will you be gone ? Fau. Withall my heart , withall my heart my Lord , Come Princly Richard , we are ever yoak'd . Pray God there be no mistery in this , Rich.

Be not suspitious where there is no cause ,

Fau.

Nay nothing , nothing , I am but in iest . Exeunt .

Kin.

Call in a Purseuant .

Lan.

Heare s one my Leidge ,

Kin. There is a Porter likely to be hangd , For letting Gloster scape , sirra attend , You shall haue a repreiue to bring him vs , These boys are to to stubborne Lancaster , But t is theyr mothers fault , if thus she moue me , I le haue her head though all the world reproue me . Exeuntt . Enter Robin Hood and Lady Fankenbridge . La.

Doe not deny me gentle Huntington .

Rob.

My Lord will misse me .

La.

Tut let me excuse thee .

Rob. Turne woman , O it is intollerable ! Except you promise me to play the Page : Doe that , try one night , and you 'l laugh for euer , To heare the Orizons that Louers vse ; Their ceremonious sighes , their idle oathes , To heare how you are prais'd and pray'd vnto . For you are Richards Saint , they talke of Mary The blessed Virgin , but vpon his beades He onely prayes to Marian Faukenbridge . La. The more his error , but will you agree To be the Lady Faukenbridge one day ? Rob.

When i st ?

La.

On Munday .

Rob.

Wherefore i st ?

La. Nay then you doe me wrong with inquisition . And yet I care not greatly if I tell thee . Thou seest my husband full of iealousie ; Prince Richard in his sute importunate , My brother Gloster threatned by young Henry ; To cleare these doubtes , I will in some disguise , Goe to blacke Heath vnto the holy Hermit , Whose wisedome in fore-telling things to come , Will let me see the issue of my cares . If destinyes ordaine me happines , I le chase these mistes of sorrow from my heart , With the bright Sunne of mirth : if fate agree , It , and my frends , must suffer misery , Yet I le be merry too , till mischeefe come . onely I long to knowe the worst of ill . Rob.

I le once put on a scarlet countenaunce .

La.

Be wary least ye be discouered Robyn .

Rob.

Best paint me then , be sure I shall not blush .

Enter Block bleeding , Gloster with him . Blo . Beate an Officer , Red cap I le haue ye talkt withall , Beate Sir Richards Porter ? help Madam , help , Glo.

Peace you damned rogue .

La.

Brother I pray you forbeare .

Glo. Zwonds a hundreth at my heales almost , And yet the villaine stands on complaiment . Bloc .

Abots one you , i st you ?

Glo. Will you to the doore you foole ? and bar the gate , Holde ther 's an angell for your broaken pate ; If any knocke let them not in in haste . Bloc .

Well I le doe as I see cause , blood thou art deare to me , but heere 's a soueraigne plaister for the sore : golde healeth wounds , golde easeth heartes : what can a man haue more ? Exit .

La.

Deare brother , tell vs how you made escape ?

Glo. You see I am heare , but if you would knowe how : I cannot scape and tell the manner too , By this I knowe your howse is compassed With hel-hound search . La.

Brother I le furnish you with beard & hayre , and Garments like my husband , how like you that ? Exit . Lady

Glo. Well , when I haue them : quickly then dispatch●s blood turne gray beard and hayre ? Robyn conceale , this dyeteth my minde , Myrth is the obiect of my humorous spleane , Thou high commaunding furie ! further deuice , Iests are conceated , I long to see their birth , What come ye sister ? Robyn a theeues hand , But prethee where hadst thou this beard and haire ? La.

Prince Richard wore them hether in a maske ,

Glo. Saist thou me so , faith loue the Princely youth , Tut you must tast stolne pleasure now and than , Rob. But if she steale and Ielious eyes espie : She will be sure condemnd of Burglary , Glo. Ha crake ? can your low stumps venter so deep Into affections streame ? go to you wanton . What want we now ? my nightcap , O t is heare , So now no Gloster , but olde Faukenbridge , Harke , the search knockes , i le let them in my selfe ; Welcome good fellowe ; ha , what i st you lacke ? Enter Redcap with another . Red.

Ma master Co constable , se se search you th that way , a and you ho honest man th that way . I le ru run th this way m my owne se selfe . They dispearse themselues .

Glo.

What search you for ? what is it you would haue ?

Enter Blocke . Blo .

Madam , what shall I doe to these browne-bill fellowes ? some runne into the wine seller , some heere , some there .

Glo.

Let them alone , let them search their filles .

Block .

I le looke to their fingers for all that .

Glo.

Doe so good Blocke , be carefull honest Blocke .

B.

Sir stammerer & your wa watch , y' are pa past ifaith . Exit

Gl.

Will you not speake knaues , tel me who you seeke ?

Red.

Ma mary sit we s seeke a va va vacabond , a fu fugatiue , my La Ladies owne b brother ; but and hee were the po po Popes owne b brother , I would ssearch f f for him ; for I haue a p poore fatherr ready to be ha ha hang'd f f for him .

Glo. O t is for Gloster ! mary search a gods name , Seeke peace , will he breake prison too ? It 's pitty he should liue , nay I defye him . Come looke about , search euery little corner , My selfe will lead the way , pray you come , Seeke , seeke , and spare not , though it be labour lost : He comes not vnder my roofe , heare ye wife , He comes not hyther , take it for a warning . Red.

You sp sp speake like an honest ge ge Gentleman , re re rest you me me mery , co co come my f f friends , I be beleeue h h he r ran by the g g garden w wall toward the wa water side . Exeunt running .

Glo. This fellow is of the humour I would chuse my wife , Few words and many paces , a word and a way , and so Must I : Sister adieu , pray you for me , I le do the like for you . Robin farewell , commend me to the Prince . La.

Can ye not stay heere safe ?

Glo. No , I le not trust the changing humours of olde Faukenbridge , Adieu yong Earle , Sister let s kisse and part ; Tush , neere mourne , I haue a merry hart . Exit . La.

Farewell all comfort .

Ro. What weeping Lady ? Then I perceiue you haue forgot Blacke-heath . La.

No , there I le learne both of his life and death .

Ro.

Till Munday Madam I must take my leaue .

La.

You will not misse then :

Rob.

Nay , if Robin faile yee , let him haue neuer fauour of faire Lady .

La. Meane while I le spend my time in prayers & teares , That Gloster may escape these threatned feares . Exit . Enter Skinke like Prince John . Skin . Thus iets my noble Skinke along the streetes , To whom each bonnet vailes , and all knees bend ; And yet my noble humour is too light , By the sixe shillings ▪ heere are two crackt groates To , at some vawting house . But who comes yonder ? ha , olde Faukenbridge ? Hath a braue-chaine , were Iohn and he good friends , That chaine were mine , and should vnto Black-heath I le venture , it 's but tryal , lucke may fall . Good morrow good sir Richard Faukenbridge . Fau. Good morrow my sweet Prince , harty good morrow , This greeting wel becomes vs , marry does it ; Better iwis then strife and Iangling . Now can I loue ye , wil ye to the Shiriffes ? Your brother Richard hath beene there this houre . Skin . Yes I am plodding forward as you doe ; What cost your chaine ? it's passing strongly wrought , I would my Golde-smith had a patterne of it . Fau.

T is at your graces seruice , shew it him .

Skin .

Then dare ye trust me ?

Fau. Who the Princely Iohn ? My Soueraignes sonne , why what a question 's that ? I le leaue you , yee may know I dare trust you . Ski

I le bring 't ye to the Shiriffes , excuse my absence .

Fau.

I wil my noble Lord , adieu sweet Prince . Exit .

Skin . Why so , this breakfast was wel fed vpon , When Skinkes deuises on Blacke heath doo faile , This and such cheates , would set me vnder saile . I le to the water side , would it were later , For stil I am afraide to meete Prince Iohn . Enter Gloster like Fauken bridge . But what a mischiefe meant Faukenbridge To come againe so soone ? that way he went , And now comes peaking ; vpon my life The buzzard hath me in suspitition , But whatsoeuer chaunce , I le filch a share . Glo. Yonder 's Prince Iohn I hope he cannot know me , Ther 's naught but Gloster Gloster in their mouthes ; I am halfe strangled with the Garlicke breath , Of rascals that exclaimes as I passe by , Gloster is fled , once taken he must dye . But I le to Iohn , how does my gratious Lord ? What tattles rumour now ? what newes of Gloster ? Skin . What newes could I heare since you left me last ? Were you not heere euen now ? lent me your chaine , I thinke you dote . Glo. Sweet Prince , age , age forgets , my brothers chaine ? a pretty accident , I le haue 't and be but in the spight of Iohn ▪ Skin . Ther 's more , and more , I le geld it eare it go . He breaks the chaine . This same shal keep me in some sauerne merry , Til nights blacke hand curtaine this to cleare sky . Fau. My sweet Prince , I haue some cause to vse my chaine , Another time ( when ere your Lordship please ) T is at your seruice , ô mary God it is . Skin . Heere palsie , take your chaine , stoop and be hang'd , Yet the fish nibled , when she might not swallow ; Gout I haue curtall'd what I could not borrow . Exit . Glo. He 's gone away in frets , would he might meete My brother Faukenbridge in this mad moode , There would be rare adoe ; Why this fits me , My braine flowes with fresh wit and pollicy . But Gloster looke about , who haue we yonder ? Another Iohn Prince , Richard and the Shiriffe ? Vpon my life , the slaue that had the chaine , Was Skinke , escapt the Fleete by some mad sleight , Wel , farewel he , better and better still , These seeke forme , yet I wil haue my will . Jo. Shiriffe , in any case be diligent . Whos 's yonder , Faukenbridge ? Glo.

How now sweet chucke , how fares my louely Prince ?

Io.

What carest thou ? or wel , or ill , we craue no help of thee .

Glo.

Gods mother doe you scorne me ?

Io.

Gout , what then ?

Rich. Fye , leaue these idle braules , I prethee Iohn Let s follow that we are inioyn'd vnto . Glo. I mary Prince , if now you slip the time , Gloster wil slip away ; tut though he hate me I haue done seruice , I haue found him out . Ric. A shame confound thee for thy treachery , Inconstant dotard , tymerous olde asse , That shakes with cowardise not with yeares . Glo.

Goe , I haue found him , I haue winded him .

Io. O let me hug thee gentle Faukenbridge , Forgiue my oft ill vsing of thine age , I le call thee Father , i le be penitent , Bring me where Gloster is I le be thy slaue , All that is mine , thou in reward shalt haue . Glo. Soft , not too hasty , I would not be seene in 't , Mary a god my wife would chide me dead , If Gloster by my meanes should loose his head . Princely Richard at this corner make your stand : And for I know you loue my sister well , Know I am Gloster and not Faukenbridge . Ric.

Heauen prosper thee sweet Prince in thy escape .

Glo. Shiriffe , make this your quarter , make good guard . Iohn , stay you heere , this way he meanes to turne , By Thomas I lacke a swoord , body a me . Io.

What wouldst thou with a swoord olde Faukenbridge ?

Glo. O sir to make shew in his defence , For I haue left him yonder at a house A friends of mine , an honest Cittizen . Io.

Wee 'll fetch him thence .

Glo. Nay then you iniure me , stay till he come ; he 's in a russet cloake And must attend me like a Seruingman . Io Holde ther 's my swoord , and with my swoord my heart , Bring him for Godsake , and for thy desert , My brother King and mother Queene shall loue thee . Glo. Marke me good Prince , yonder away we come , I goe afore and Gloster followes me ; Let not the Shiriffe nor Richard meddle with vs , Begin you first , seaze Gloster and arrest him ; I le draw and lay about me heere and heere , Be heedfull that your watchmen hurt me not , Io I le hang him that doth hurt thee , prethee away , I loue thee , but thou kilst me with delay . Glo.

Wel keep close watch , i le bring him presently .

Io.

Away then quickly .

Gl.

Gloster , close master Shiriffe , Prince Richard ,

Ri.

Gloste radieu .

Glo.

I trust you .

Rich.

By my Knight-hood I le prooue true . Exit Gloster .

Ioh. Reuenge , I le build a Temple to your name ; And the first offring shal be Glosters head , Thy Alters shal be sprinkled with the bloud , Whose wanton current his mad humour fed ; He was a rymer and a Ridler , A scoffer at my mother , prays'd my father , I le fit him now foral , escape and all . Ric.

Take heede spight burst not in his proper gall .

Enter Faukenbridge and Blocke . Jo. How now , what way tooke Faukenbridge I wonder ? That is not Gloster sure that attends on him . Fau He came not at the Shiriffes by the morrow masse , I sought the Goldsmithes rowe and found him not ; Sirra , y' are sure he sent not home my chaine ? Blo .

Who should send your chaine sir ?

Fau.

The Prince , Prince Iohn I lent it him to day .

Io.

What 's this they talke ?

Blo .

By my truth Sir , and ye lent it him , I thinke you may goe look it : for one of the Drawers of the Salutation tolde me euen now , that he had tooke vp a chamber there till euening , and then he will away to Kent .

Fau. Body of me , he meanes to spend my chaine , Come Blocke I le to him . Iob.

Heare you Faukenbridge ?

Fau.

Why what a knaue art thou ? younder s Prince Iohn .

Bl.

Then the Drawer's a knaue , he told me Prince Iohn was at the Salutation .

Jo.

Where s Gloster Faukenbridge ?

Fau.

Sweet Prince I knowe not .

Joh.

Come , iest not with me , tell me where he is ?

Fau

I neuer saw him since the Parlament .

Io. Impudent lyar , didst thou not euen now Say thou woldst fetch him ? hadst thou not my sword ? Fau. Wert thou a King , I will not beare the lye , Thy sword ? no boy , thou seest this sword is myne . Blo .

My Master a lyer ? Zounds wert thou a potentate ,

Fau. I scorne to weare thy armes vntutred childe , I fetch thee Gloster ? shamelesse did I see thee Since as I went this morning to the Siriffes , Thou borrowedst my gold chaine ? Io.

Thy chaine ?

Fau.

I hope thou wilt not cheate me princkocks Iohn .

Io. I le cheat thee of thy life if thou charge me With any chaine . Fau.

Come , let him come I pray , I le whip yee boy , I le teach you to out face .

Blo .

Come , come , come , but one at once , ye dasterds come

Rich. Keepe the Kings peace , I see you are both deceau'd , He that was last heare , was not Faukenbridge . Fau.

They slaunder me , who sayes that I was heare ?

Ric. Wee doe beleeue ye sir ; nor doe you thinke My brother Iohn deceiu'd you of a chayne . Fau.

He did , I did deliuer it with this hand .

Joh.

I le dye vpon the slanderer ,

Fau.

Let the boy come .

Blo .

I , let him come , let him come .

Ric. Fellow , thou spakst euen now , as if prince Iohn Had byn at some olde Tauerne in the towne . Blo . I sir , I came vp now , but from the Salutation , And a drawer that doth not vse to lye , tolde me Prince Iohn hath byn there all this after noone . Ioh.

The Deuill in my likenesse then is there .

Fau. The Deuill in thy likenesse or thy selfe , Had my gold chaine . Ioh. Thou art the Deuill , for thou Hadst my good sword , all these can witnesse it . Fau.

Gods Mother thou bely'st mee .

Jo.

Giue me the lye ?

Rich. Nay calme this fury , lets downe to the Tauerne , Or one , or both , these counterfeites are there . Fau. I know him well enough that had my chaine , And there be two Iohns , if I finde one there , be r Lady , I will lay him fast . Rich.

It is this Skinke that mockes vs I beleeue .

Joh. Alas poore Skink it is the Deuill Gloster ; Who if I be so happy once to finde , I le giue contentment , to his troubled minde . Rcih . I hope he 's far enough , and free enough : Yet these conseytes I know delight his soule . Fau.

Followe me Blocke , follow me honest Blocke .

Blo .

Much follow you , I haue another peece of worke in hand ; I heare say Redcaps father shall bee hanged this after noone , I le see him slip a string though I giue my seruice the slip ; beside my Lady bad me heare his examination at his death : I le get a good place , and pen it word for word , and as I like it , set out a moornefull Dittie to the tune of Labandalashot , or rowe wel ye Marriners , or somwhat as my muse shall me inuoke . Exit .

Enter Gloster like Faukenbridge with a Purseuant , Gloster hauing a paper in his hand , the Purseuant bare . Glo. A charytable deed , God blesse the King , He shall be then repreeued . Pur.

I sir , some day or two , till the young King and Prince Iohn chaunge it , especially if the good Earle bee not found which God forbid .

Glo.

What house is this that wee are stept into to read this warrant in ?

Pur.

A Tauerne sir , the Salutation ,

Glo. A Tauerne ? then I will turne prodigall , Call for a pint of Sacke good fellow . Pur.

Drawer ?

Dra.

Anan sir .

Glo.

A pint of thy best Sacke my pretty youth .

Dra.

God blesse your worship sir , ye shal haue the best in London sir .

Gl. What knowst thou me ? knowst thou old Faukenbridge ? I am no Tauerne hunter I can tell thee . Draw .

But my Master hath taken many a faire pound of your man Blocke ; he was heere to day sir , and fild two bottles of nippitate sacke .

Glo. Well , fill vs of your nippitate sir . This is well chaunest , but heere ye boy ? Bring Suger in white paper , not in browne ; For in white paper I haue heere a tricke , Shall make the Purseuant first swound , then sicke . Thou honest fellow what 's thy name ? Pur.

My name is Winterborne sir .

Glo.

What countryman I prethee ?

Pur.

Barkeshire and please ye .

Gl.

How long hast thou bin sworne a messenger ?

Pur. But yesterday and please your worship , This is the First imployment I haue had . Enter Drawer with wine and Suger . Glo. A good beginning , heere haue too thee fellow ; Thou art my fellow now thou seruest the King , Nay take Suger too , Gods Lady deere , I put it in my pocket , but it 's heere : Drinke a good draught I prethee Winterborne . He drinkes and falles ouer the stoole . Dra.

O Lord Sir Richard , the man , the man .

Glo. What a forgetfull beast am I ? peace boy , It is his fashion euer when he drinkes . Fellow he hath the falling sickenes , Run fetch two cushions to rayse vp his head , And bring a little Key to ope his teeth . Exit Drawer . Purseuant , your warrant and your boxe , These must with me , the shape of Faukenbridge Will holde no longer water heere about . Gloster wil be a proteus euery houre , That Elinor and Leyster , Henry , Iohn , And all that rabble of hate louing curres , May minister me more mirth to play vpon . Enter Drawer . Dra.

Heer 's a key sir , and one of our folke to help .

Glo. No matter for a key , help him but in , And lay him by the fire a little while , He 'll wake immediatly , but be hart sicke , Ther 's money for a candle and thy wine , I le goe but vp vnto your Aldermans , And come downe presently to comfort him . Exeunt Within Ski .

Drawer ? what Drawer ? with a vengeance Dra.

Within Dra ,

Speake in the Crowne there .

Enter Skinke like Prince John . Skin . They be come , the deuill crowne yee one by one , Skinke tho' art betraide , that master Faukenbridge Missing some of his chaine , hath got thee dog'd . Drawer ? what Drawer ? Dra.

Anan , anan sir .

Ski .

Was not sir Richard Faukenbridge below ?

Dra.

Yes and please yee .

Skin .

It does not please me wel , knowes he that I am heer ?

Dra.

No I protest .

Ski . Come hether sirra , I haue little money , But ther 's some few linkes of a chayne of golde : Vpon your honesty knowes not sir Richard , That I am heere ? Dra.

No by my holydam .

Skin .

Who 's that was with him ?

Dra.

Why a Purseuant .

Skin .

Where is sir Richard ?

Dra.

At the Aldermans .

Skin . A Purseuant and at the Aldermans . What Pyg , or Goose , or Capon haue you kill'd , Withing your Kitchin new ? Dra.

A pyg new stickt .

Skin . Fetch me a sawcer of the bloud , quicke run ; Exit . I le sit the Purseuant , and Alderman , And Faukenbridge , if Skinke haue any wit . Well Gloster , I did neuer loue thee yet , But th' art the maddest Lord that ere I met , If I scape this , and meete thee once againe , Cursse Skinke , if he dye penny in thy det . Enter Drawer . Dra.

O my Lord the house is full of holberts , and a great many Gentlemen aske for the roome where Prince Iohn is ?

Skin . Lend me thy Aprone , runne and fetch a pot from the next roome . Betray'd , swounds betray'd , by gout , by palsie , by dropsie ; O braue boy , excellent bloud : vp , take my cloake And my hat to thy share , when I come from Kent , i le pay Thee like a King . Dra.

I thanke you my Lord. Exit .

Enter John , Richard . Faukenbridge , Shiriffes and Officers . Ski .

Now fortune help or neuer : they come , and yee were a Prince as yee say ye are , yee would bee ashamed to abuse a poore seruant thus , but and if you were not of the bloud Royall , I de breake the necke of yee downe the stayres , so would I , I de teach you to hurt prentises .

Ri.

Who hurt thee fellow ?

Skin .

Prince deuill or his dam , Prince Iohn they call him .

Joh.

Gloster I hope .

Ri.

I doubt not but it's Skinke .

Io.

Where is he ?

Skin . Vp them stayres , take heede of him . He 's in the Crowne . Fau.

Alas poore fellow , he hath crown'd thee shrewdly .

Jo. In recompence , if it be him I seeke , I le giue thee his whole head to tread vpon . Follow me brother , come olde Faukenbridge , Keep the stayres Shiriffes , you see it waxeth darke , Take heede he slip not by you . Exeunt Ski . Hange your selues , this darkenes shal conuay me out , of doors I le swim the Thames , but I le attaine Black-heath , London farewell , curse Iohn , raue Faukenbridge , Skinke scapes you all by twy lights priuyledge . Within .

Where is he ? lights , bring lights , drag out that boy .

Enter all with the boy . Io. This is my cloke , my hat , my rapier , And eyther it was Skinke or Gloster . Dra.

I know not who t was sir , he said he was Prince Iohn , he tooke away my aprone and a pottle pot with him , and al to bloudied his head and face .

Fau.

We met him , by S. Anthony , we met him .

Io. The fire of S. Anthony confound This changing counterfeit whatsoeuer he be . Rich. It makes me laugh at enuious greedines , Who feedes vpon her owne harts bitternes . Ioh. Sirra you that were borne to cry anan , What other copesmates haue you in the house ? Draw .

Sir , my Maisters gesse be none of my copesmates ,

Jo.

Well your gesse , can ye gesse who they be ?

Draw . Marry heere 's a purseuant , that this Gentleman sir Richard Faukenbridge left sick euen now . Fau.

Marry of God dyd I , thou lying knaue ?

Dra.

I am a poore boy sir , your worship may say your pleasure , our maides haue had a foule hand with him , you said he would be sicke : so he is with a witnesse .

Ioh. Looke about Faukenbridge , heere 's worke for you , You haue some euill Angell in your shape , Goe sirra , bring vs foorth that Purseuant ? Enter two leading the Purseuant sicke . Rich. Gloster , thou wilt be too too venterous , Thou doost delight in those odde humours so , That much I feare they 'll be thy ouerthrowe . aside . Pur.

O O O not too fast ; O I am sicke , O very sicke .

Io.

What picture of the pestilence is this ?

Purs .

A poore man sir , a poore man sir : downe I pray yee , I pray let me sit downe . A sir Richard , sir Richard , a good sir Richard : what haue I deseru'd to be thus dealt with all at your worships hands ? a ha , ah , ah .

Fau.

At my hands knaue ? at my hands paltry knaue ?

Dra.

And I should be brought to my booke oath sir :

Within .

What Ieffrey ?

Dra.

Anan , anan .

Ioh.

A plague vpon your Ieffring , is your name Ieffrey ?

Dra.

I and 't please you sir .

Rich. Why gentle Ieffrey then stay you awhile , What can you say , if you come to your booke ? Dra.

If I bee pos'd vpon a booke sir , though I bee a poore prentise , I must speake the truth , & nothing but the truth sir .

Jo.

And what 's your truth sir ?

Pur.

O , O my heart .

Dra.

Mary sir this Knight , this man of worship .

Fau.

Well , what of me ? what did my worship doe ?

Dra.

Mary ye came into the Bel , our roome next the Barre , with this honest man as I take it .

Fau.

As thou tak'st it ?

Pur.

O sir t is too true , too true , too true O Lord .

Dra. And there he call'd for a pint of Sacke , as good Sacke ( I le bee pos'd vpon all the bookes that euer opened and shut ) as any is in all Christendome . Fau.

Body of me , I come and call for Sacke ?

Pur.

O ye did , ye did , ye did , O O.

Ioh.

Well forward sirra .

Ric.

Gloster hath done this iest .

Dra.

And you call'd then for Suger sir , as good Suger and as wholsome , as euer came in any cup of Sacke : you drunke to this man , and you doe well God be thanked , but hee no sooner drunke :

Pur.

But I , but I , but I , O my head , O my heart .

Rich.

I cannot chuse but smile at these conseites .

Io. I am mad , and yet I must laugh at Faukenbridge : Brother , looke how sir Richard actes his rage ? Fau. I came ? I call ? the man is like to dye , Practise by th' emafse , practise by the marry God , Iohn loues me not , Prince Richard loues my wife , I shall be charg'd heere , for a poysned knaue . Practise by th' Lord , practise I see it cleare . Pur.

And more Sir Richard , O Lord O Sir Richard ,

Fa.

What more ? what hast thou more ? what practise more ?

Pur. O my box , my box , with the Kings armes , O my box , O my box , it cost me , O Lord euery penny O , my box , Rcih .

And what of your box sir .

Dra.

Mary sir it 's lost , & t is wel knowne my Master keeps no theeues in his house , O there was none but you and he .

Fau.

O then belike thou thinkest I had his box ,

Pur.

O sir Richard I will not , O Lord I will not charge you for all the world , but , but , but for the warrant the olde King signd to repreeue the Porter of the fleet , O God , O God!

Ioh.

The Porter of the Fleet , the olde king signd ,

Pur.

I my good Lord , oh , oh ,

Io.

Is he repreiued then ?

Pur.

No my Lord , O sir Richard tooke it from me with his owne hand , O.

Fau. Heere s a deuice to bring me in contempt With the olde King , that I euer lou'd , Princes and Shiriffe , you can witnesse with me , That I haue bin with you , this after noone , Onely with you , with no body but you , And now a fellow whome the King would saue , By a repreiue , this fellow sayes is hang'd , Io. If thou hadst done it , I de haue iustified it , But Richard I conceipt this iest already , This mad mate Skinke , this honest merry knaue , Meeting this Purseuant , and hearing tell He had a warrant to repreeue a slaue , Whome we would hang : stole it away from him . This is sure the Iest , vpon my life it is , Pur.

O but my warrant , how shall I doe ? O ,

Ric. But looke about you , hot braind brother Iohn , And I beleeue you 'l finde it otherwise , Gloster hath got the warrant in disguise , And sau'd the fellow you so faine would hang. Io.

No , no , how say you M. Shiriffe , is he not hang'd ?

Shi. My Lord , the gibbet was set vp by noone In the olde Bayly , and I charg'd my men , If I returne not , though it were by Toarch light , To see him executed ere they come . Jo.

I am greedy to heare newes .

Fau. Rob'd of my chaine , out-fac'd I had a swoord , Accus'd of poysoning , cousonage , seeking bloud ? Not to be borne : it is vntollerable . Rich.

Sir Richard , I prethee haue some patience .

Fau. I le to Blacke-heath , talke not of patience , It is intollerable , not to be borne . Io. It is intollerable not to be borne , A warrant brother , Faukenbridge a warrant ? Fau.

I saw no warrant , I defie you all .

Jo.

A slaue , a Purseuant , one winter borne .

Fau.

I care not for thee that winter borne .

Pur.

O it is I sir , that 's my warrant .

Io. I st you ? you rogue , you drunkerd ; yeare cheated , And we are cheated of the prisoner , Out dog , dog . Pur.

O ô ô ô my Lord. Exit and Drawer .

Shi.

Haue patience and we wil haue a priuy search .

Ioh. Goe hang ye block-heads , get ye from my sight , O would I were a Basiliske , to kill These gleare ey'd villaines . Shir. Come away let 's leaue him , Exeunt Shiriffes and Officers . We haue a warrant let him doe his worst . Fau. I le to Blacke-heath , I le to the holy Hermit , There shall I knowe not onely these deceiuers , But how my wife playes fast and loose with Richard . Ha , I shall fit them , I le tickle them , I le doo 't , I le hence , I le to the Heath amaine , Exit . Ioh. There shall I know , where this damned Gloster is , I le haue the Deuils rous'd to finde that Deuill , Or else I le coniure the olde Coniurer . I le to Blacke-heath , and there with friends conspire , But I le haue Glosters head my hearts desire . Rich. Would mad Earle Robyn saw these humouristes . T wol'd feed him fat with Laughter ; O t wold sit him , Where euer he is , I knowe the bate consaite Is better to him than his daintiest foode , Well , and it fits mee well , now I haue time , To coort my Lady Faukenbridge at leysure , Loue I emplore thy aide faire Cipria , Thou sea-borne mother at affections ring , Shine brightly in thy sphere , that at my starre , My plannet thou of all lights most beautious , Be thou to my desires Auspitious . Exit . Enter Robin Hood in the Lady Faukenbridges gowne , night attire on his head . Rob.

O for this Lady , was neuer poore Gentleman troubled with Gentlewoman as I am with my selfe , my Lady Faukenbridge hath fitted me a turne , heere I am visited with sleeuelesse errands and with asking for this thing Madam and that thing Madam , that they make me almost mad in earnest , whoop heer 's another Client .

Enter a Seruingman . Ser.

Heer 's my Lady Rawfords Page attends to speake with your Ladyship .

Rob. I pray ye bid her Lordships Page come into my Ladyship : well Robin Hood , part with these pettycoates , And cast these loose deuices from thy backe , I le nere goe more vntrust , neuer bee kercheft . Neuer haue this adoe , with what doe you lacke ? Enter Page . Pag. Madam my Lady greets your honour kindely , And sends you the first grapes of her young vine . Rob

I am much indepted to her honour , ther s an angel for you to drinke ; set them vp till after supper . Humphery , pray looke about for Blocke . Humphery ? trust mee I thinke the foole be lost .

Pa.

No forsooth , Madam hee 's vpon the greene Iesting with a stammerer , one Redcap .

Rob.

It is a lewd fellowe , pray bid him come in youth , I le giue him his welcome at the doore : commend me to your Lady , I pray ye hartily . Exit Page

Humphrey , I maruell where sir Richard is so late ? truely , truely hee does not as beseemes a gentleman of his calling , pray let some goe foorth to meete him on the greene , and send in that blockehead Blocke . Exit Humphrey .

Enter Redcap and Blocke after him . Bloc .

Wil ye tel tales ye asse , will ye ?

Red.

I le te te tell your La La Lady or I would to g God we were ha hang'd else , as my fa father should haue bin .

Rob.

Now what 's the matter there I pray you ? what company haue you there a gods name ? where spend you the day I pray ?

Bloc .

Why where you gaue me leaue , at the gallows I was , no farther .

Red.

A a and you be his La Lady , you are the La Lady Fau Faukenbridge , the Earle of glo Glosters sister .

Rob.

I am so fellow .

Red.

Y y your man b b Blocke heere , does no nothing but f f floute m me , a and cr cries r run Re Redcap ad s s see your f f father ha ha hang'd . I sh shal g go neere to m make m murder and he v vse it .

Rob.

Wel firra , leaue your mocking you were best , I le bob your beetle head and if you mocke him .

Blo .

He 's run Redcap .

Red.

La la law ma Madam .

Rob.

Away ye saucy foole , goe waite within .

Blo .

Run Redcap , run Redcap . Exit .

Rob.

Art thou the Porters sonne , that was condemned about my brother Gloster ?

Red.

I g g God be with ye , I am the p p Porters son , I m must r run to s s seeke your b br brother .

Rob.

Wel , drinke that fellow , if thou finde my brother bee not too violent , and I le reward thee .

Red.

I th th thanke ye h hartily , and I had not bin cousoned with Sk Skinke , I had no nee need of these ia iaunts , for Gl Gloster was s safe enough .

Enter Blocke and the Porter with his cloake muffled . Blo .

Ah farewel Redcap .

Red ,

Fa fare we wel and be ha hang. Exit .

Rob.

You 'll neuer leaue your knauery , whose there more ?

Blo .

One Madam that hath commendations to you from your brother .

Rob.

Commest thou from Gloster ? thou art welcome friend

Blo .

O it's one of the kindest Ladies ( though she wil now & then haue about with Block ) that euer breath'd and she had been in her mood now , Redcap would haue made her such sp sp sport as 't a pa pa past .

Rob.

Wil you make sport and see who knockes againe ?

Bl.

Our gates are like an Anuile , from foure to ten , nothing but knicke a knocke vpon 't . Exit .

Rob. Wil you be gone sir ? honest friend I am glad My brother Gloster got thy liberty , Whose flight was cause of thy captiuity : Nor shal there be in vs such negligence , Though thou haue lost thy Office and thy house , But we wil see thee better farre prouided , Than when thou wert porter in the Fleete . Enter Blocke . Blo . Madam your olde friend Prince Richard , All alone , making mone , fetching many a greeuous grone . Rob. Prince Richard come so late ? lights to his chamber , Sirra , in any case say I am sicke . Blo .

Very sicke , sicke and like to dye : I le sing it and you wil.

Ro. Away ye knaue , tel him , in the morning I le humbly waite vpon his excellence . Blo .

That 's all his desire to haue ye lowly and humble , and t is a courteous thing in a Lady . Exit .

Ro. Hence , or else i le set you hence : goe in good friend . Come Lady Faukenbridge , it 's time to come , Robin can holde out no longer I see , Hot wooers will be tempters presently . Exit Enter Skinke like a Hermit . Ski . Now holy Skinke in thy religious weed , Looke out for purchase , or thy wonted clyants : Warrents quoth you , I was fairely warrented , Young Robin Hood the Earle of Huntington , Shall neuer fetch me more vnto his Prince . Enter Ladie Faukenbridge in Merchants wiues attyre . But pauca verba Skinke , a prize , a prize , By th' mas a pretty girle , close Hermit close , Ore-heare if thou canst , what she desires , For so my cunning and my credit spreads . La. See how affection armes my feeble strength , To this so desperate iourneying all alone , While Robin Hood young Earle of Huntington , Playes Lady Faukenbridge for me at home . Ski . What mistery is this ? the Lady Faukenbridge , It 's she , sweet fortune thou hast sent her wel , I will intice this morcell to my Cell : Her husband 's iealious , I will giue him cause , As he beleeues , I hope it shall succeed ; Nay swounds it shal , she 's mine in scorne of speed . La. By this broad beaten path , it should appeare , The holy Hermits Caue cannot be farre , And if I erre not , this is he himselfe . Ski .

What honour'd tongue enquereth for the Hermit ?

La.

What honour'd tongue ?

Ski . I Lady Faukenbridge , I know ye , and I know for what you come . For Gloster and your husbands iealousie . La. O thou , whose eye of contemplation , Lookes through the windows of the highest heauens , Resolue thy Hand-maide , where Earle Gloster liues : And whether he shal liue , and scape the hate , Of proude young Henry and his brother Iohn ? Ski . I le haue you first in , I le tel you more anone . Madam , they say bushes haue eares and eyes , And these are matters of great secrecy : And you 'll vouchsafe enter my holy Cell , There what you long to know , i le quickely tell . Enter Iohn and Faukenbridge . La.

Stay heere are strangers .

Ski . A plague vpon them , come they in the nicke , To hinder Raynald of his Foxes tricke ? Jo.

Good day olde Hermit .

Fau.

So to you faire Dame .

Io. By Elinors gray eye she 's faire indeed ; Sweet heart come ye for holy benizons ? Hermit hast thou good custome with such Cliants ? I cannot blame your feates , your iugling trickes , Plague iuggle you . La.

Why cursse ye sacred worth ?

Fau. Ill done in sooth my Lord , very ill done , Wrong holines : a very pretty woman . Mocke grauity ; by the masse a cherry lippe , A it 's not wel done , deride a holy Hermit ? Ioh.

I haue it in my purse shall make amends .

Ski . His purse and yours , shall make me some amends , For hindring me this morning from the Lady ; For scaring me at Tauerne yesternight , For hauing backe your chaine , I le fit you both . Io.

Hermit , a word .

Fau.

A word with you faire mistresse .

Io. Where lye your deuils that tel all your newes ? Would you would trouble them for halfe an houre , To know what 's become of traytor Gloster , That in my cloathes brake prison in the Fleete ? Ski .

No , it was Skinke .

Jo.

Come olde foole yee dote .

Ski .

But heare me .

Fau.

Heare him Prince .

Io.

Swounds who heares you ? I le make your Lady graft ye for this worke : but to your tale sir .

Ski . Knowe thrise honour'd Prince , that Skinke did cousen Redcap of his cloathes . Gloster did couzen Skinke , and so escapt . Jo.

Well done Faukenbridge ?

Fau.

My Lord , he tels you true .

Jo.

You finde it on her lippes : but forward sir .

Ski . T was Skinke in Glosters gowne , whome you did visit , That playd at bowles and after stole your cloths , While you went into the Lord Moortons chamber . Io.

This sauors of some truth ,

Fau.

T is very like ,

Joh.

Well Faukenbridge by heauen I le tell your wife ,

Fau. She 'l much beleeue you : you will come ? Tell me of my wife : this euening faile me not . My wife quoth you : I le send my wife from home , Do , tell my wife prince Iohn , by my deare mother , I loue her too too well to like another . La. It seemes so fox , O what a world is this , There most sinne raynes where least suspition is , Fau.

You 'l come .

La.

I will not faile , I warrant you ,

Jo.

Hermit is all this true ,

Ski . Himselfe deliuer not so much before ye sleepe , Roote me from out the borders of this Realme . Jo. Well by your leaue sir Richard Faukenbridge , Hence free from feare , you 'l melt you 'l melt olde man , Fau. Nay take her to you , she is a shrow I warrant , I le to the holy Hermit , and inquire , About my chaine your sword , the Purseuant And other matters that I haue to aske . Ski .

Your welcome good sir Richard ,

Io. Nay doe not stand on tearmes , I am fire , all life , Nor neuer tell me that I haue a wife . I doe not meane to marry , ye think so , But to be merry , you the manner knowe . And you will haue me , haue me , poynt a meeting , I le be your true loue , you shall be my sweeting , If you deny to promise , this is plaine I le haue my will eare you get home againe . La.

most gratious Lord .

Io. Tut tell not me of grace I like no goodnes but a beautious face . Be therefore breefe , giue me your hand & sweare , Or I le away with you into the heath , Neither shall Faukenbridge nor Hermit helpe , And what I doe I le answer well enough . La.

Why , then my Lord .

Jo. Nay do not stand on then , But tell me when my Lord shall haue you Lady , It s presently , i le venter for a baby . La. This night at stepney by my summer house , There is a tauerne which I sometime vse , When we from London come a gossoping , It is the Hinde , Io. Giue me thy pretty hand . Thou 'lt meet me at the Hinde , I le by thy Roe , La.

One word 's enough ,

Ioh.

Suffice then be it so ,

La. I le fit my olde adulterer and your grace , I le send the Princesse thether in my place . Fa. Prince Iohn , Prince Iohn the Hermit teles me wonders . He sayes it was Skinke that scapt vs at the Tauerne , Skinke had my chaine : nay sure that Skinke did all . Skin . I say goe but to yonder corner , And ere the Sun be halfe an hower higher , Ther will the theefe attempt a robery , Io.

Who Skinke ?

Fau.

Will Skinke ?

Ski .

I Skinke vpon my word .

Fau.

Shal we goe seaze vpon him good Prince Iohn ?

Io. Nay we will haue him that 's no question . And yet not hurte the honest rogue . he 'll helpe vs well in quest of changeing Gloster , Hermit farwell , Lady keepe your houre . Fau.

Adeiu olde Hermit : soone in th' euening Lasse ,

La. I le meet you both , and meet with both of you . Father what answere doe you giue to me ? Ski . Lady start downe I must into my cell , Where I am curing of a man late hurt , He drest , I must vnto my Orizons , In halfe an houre al wil be dispatcht , And then I will attend your Ladyship . La. At your best leasure father , O the life That this thrise reuerend Hermit leadeth heere . How farre remote from mortall vanities , Baites to the soule , enticements to the eye ? How farre is he vnlike my lustfull Lord ? Who being giuen himselfe to be vnchaste , Thinke all men like himselfe , in their effects , And iniures me , that neuer had a thought , To wrong the sacred rytes of spotlesse faith . Enter Skinke with a patch on his face , and a Faulconers lure in his hand . Ski .

Hermit farewel , i le pay ye or speake with ye next time I see yee . Sweete mouse the Hermit bids you stay heere , he 'll visit you anon . Now Iohn and Faukenbridge , I le match yee , and I doe not say Skinke's a wretch , a wren , a worme , when I haue trickt them , Madam I will trimme you . Commodity is to be prefer'd before pleasure . About profit Skink , for crownes for crownes , that make the kingly thoughts .

La. I am assur'd that man 's some murderer , Exit . Good Father Hermit speake and comfort me , Are ye at prayers good olde man ? I pray ye speake , What 's heere a beard ? a counterfeited hayre ? The Hermits portes ? garments and his beades ? Iesus defend me I will fly this denne , It 's some theeues caue , no haunt for holy men . What if the murderer , ( as I ges him one ) Set on my husband , tush Prince Iohn and hee Are able to defend them noble selues , How eare , I will not tarry , I le away , Least vnto theft and rape , I prooue apray . Exit . Enter Skinke Solus . Skin . Younder they are I le fit them , heer 's my ground : Wa ha how , wa ha how , wa ha how ? Enters Faukenbridge . Fau.

I warrant ye my Lord some man 's distrest .

Ioh.

Why man t is a Faulconer .

Fa.

Mary of me good fellow , I did think thou hadst bin robd .

Ski .

Rob'd , sir no , he that comes to rob me shal haue a hard match on 't , yet two good fellows had like to bin rob'd by one tall theefe , had not I stept in : abots on him , I lost a hauke by him , & yet I car'd not to send another after him , so I could find the theefe ; and here about he is . I know he is squatted .

Fau. Sayst thou me so ? we 'l finde him by S. Mary . An honest fellow , a good common wealths man . Io.

There are caues heereabout good fellow , are there not ?

Ski .

Yes sir , tread the ground sir , & you shal heare their hollownes , this way sir this way .

Io.

Help Faukenbridge .

Fau.

O help me good prince Iohn .

Skin .

I le helpe you both , deliuer sir deliuer , Swounds linger not : Prince Iohn put vp your pursse , or i le throw ponniards downe vpon your pate . Quickely , when ? I am Skink that scapt ye yesternight , and fled the Fleete in your cloake , carrying mee cleane out of winde and raine . I broke the bonds and linkes that fettered your chaine amity , this cheate is mine : Farewel I cannot stay , sweet Prince , olde Knight , I thanke ye for this pray .

Fau. Gods mary mother , heer 's a iest indeed , We came to take , a theefe takes vs : Where are ye good my Lord ? Jo. No matter where , I thinke I was fore-spoken at the teate , This damn'd rogue seru'd me thus ? Gloster and he Vpon my life conclude in villany . He was not wont to plot these stratagems , Lend me your hand a little , come away , Let 's to the Cell againe , perchaunce the Hermit Is Skinke , and theefe , and Hermit al in one . Fau. Mary a God then ten to one it s so , Wel thought on Princely Iohn , He had my chayne , no doubt he had your swoord . Ioh. If there be now no Hermit at the Cel , I le sweare by al the Saints it s none but he . Exeunt . Enter Gloster in the Hermits gowne , putting on the beard . Glo. This accident hath hit thy humour Gloster , From purseuant i le turne a Hermit now . Sure he that keeps this Cell is a counterfeit , Else what does he heere with false hayre and beard ? Well how so eare it be , I le seeme to be The holy Hermit : for such fame there is , Of one accounted reuerend on this heath . Enter Skinke . Ski . I le faine vnto my cell , to my faire Lady , But Iohn and Faukenbridge are at my heeles . And some od mate is got into my gowne , And walks deuoutly like my counterfeite , I cannot stay to question with you now , I haue another gowne , and all things fit , These guests once rid , new mate ? I le bum , I le marke you . Gl. What 's he a gods name ? he is quickly gone , I am for him , were he Robin-goodfellow , Whose yonder the Prince Iohn and Faukenbridge ? I thinke they haunt me like my genii , One good the other ill , by th' mas they prye And looke vppon me but suspitiously . Io. This is not Skinke , the Hermit is not Skinke : He is a learned reuerend holy man . Fau. He is he is a very godly man . I warrant ye , he 's at his booke at 's prayers , Wee should haue tooke you , by my hollydam Euen for a very theefe . Glo. Now God forfend such noblemen as you should gesse me so , I neuer gaue such cause for ought I knowe . Ioh. Yet thou didst tell vs Skinke should doe a roberye , Appoynted vs the place , and there we found him , Fau.

And he felt vs , for he hath rob'd vs both .

Glo.

He 's a lewd fellow , but he shall be taken .

Io.

I had rather heere of Gloster then of him .

Glo Gloster did cheat him , of the same golde chaine , That deceiu'd Sir Richard Faukenbridge . He got your sword Prince Iohn : t wa's he that saude The porter , and beguil'd the Purseuant , Ioh.

A vengaunce on him .

Glo.

Doo not cursse good Prince , he 's bad enough , t were better pray for him .

Jo. I le kill thee , and thou bid me pray for him . I le fell woods , and ring thee round with fire , Make thee an offring vnto fierce reuenge , If thou haue but a thought to pray for him . Glo.

I am bound to pray for all men , chefely christians .

Ioh. Ha ha , for christians , thinkst thou he is one ? For men : hast thou opinion he is a man ? He that changes himselfe to sundry shapes , Is he a christian ? can he be a man ? O , Irreligious thoughts , Glo.

Why worthy Prince I saw him christened , dept into the font

Io. Then nyne times like the northen laplanders , He backward circled the sacred Font , And nyne times backward sayd his Orisons , As often curst the glorious hoast of heauen , As many times inuocke the fiends of hell , And so turn'd witch , for Gloster is a witch . Glo. Haue patient Gentle Prince , he shall appeare , Before your Kingly father speedily . Io. Shall he indeed ? sweet comfort kisse thy cheeke , Peace circle in thy aged honoured head , When he is taken : Hermit I protest I le build thee vp a chappell and a shrine : I le haue thee worshipt , as a man deuine , Assure he shall come , and Skinke shall come . Glo.

I that same Skinke , I prethee send that Skinke ,

Joh. Send both , and both as prisoners crimminate Shall forfeite their last liues to Englands state , Which way will Faukenbridge ? Fau.

Ouer the water , and so with al speed I may to Stepney

Io. I must to Stepney too , and reuile , and be blith , Olde winke at my mirth , t' may make amends , So thou , and I , and our friends , may be friends , Fau. Withall my heart , withall my heart Prince , Olde Faukenbridge will waite vppon your grace , Be good to Gloster for my Marrians sake , And me and myne you shall your seruants make , Glo. Of that anon my pleasure being seru'd , Gloster shall haue what Gloster hath deseru'd . Fau.

Why , that 's well said , adew good honest Hermit , Exit .

Io. Hermit farwell , if I had my desire , I le make the world thy wonderous deeds admire , Exit . Glo. Still good , still passing good , Gloster is still Henryes true hate , foe to Iohns froward will . No more of that for them in better tyme , If this same Hermit be an honest man , He will protect me by this simple life , If not I care not , I le be euer Gloster , Make him my foot stole if he be a slaue , For Basenesse ouer worth can haue no power . Robin be thinke thee , thou art come from Kings . Then scorne to be slaue to vnderlings , Looke well about thee Lad and thou shalt see , Them burst in enuy that would iniure thee . Hermit I le meet you in your Hermits gowne , Honest , I le loue you : worse , I le knocke you downe . Exit . Enter Prince Richard with musicke . Kinde friends , wee haue troubled Lady Faukenbridge , And eyther she 's not willing to be seene , Or els not well : or with our boldnesse greeu'd , To ease these I haue brought you to this window , Knowing your are in musicke excellent , I haue pend a ditty heere : and I desire You would sing it for her loue and my content , Musi .

With all my heart my Lord .

Enter Robin Hood like the Lady . Rob. Your excellence forgets your Princely worth , If I may humbly craue it at your hands , Let me desire this musicke be dismist . Ric. For beare I pray and with draw your selues . Be not offended gratious Marrian , Exeunt Musicke . Vnder the vpper heauen , nine goodly spheres , Turne with a motion euer musicall , In Pallaces of Kings , meliodious sound Offer pleasures to ther soueraignes eares . In Temples , milke white clothed queristors , Sing sacred Anthemes bowing to the shrine , And in the feelds whole quires of winged clarkes , Salutes the morning bright and Christaline , Then blame not me , you are my heauen , my Queene , My saint , my comfort , brighter then the morne , To you all musicke , and all praise is due . For your delight you for delight was borne , The world wold haue no mirth , no ioy , no day , If from the world your beautie were away . Rob. Fie on loues blasphemie and forgery , To call that in , that s onely misery , I that am wedded to suspitious age , Solicited by your lasciuious youth , I that haue one poore comforte liuing , Gloster my brother , my hie harted brother , He flies for feare , least he should faint and fall Into the hands of hate tirannicall . Ric.

What would you I should doe ?

Rob.

I would full faine , my brother Gloster had his peace againe .

Ric. Shall loue be my reward if I doe bring A certaine token of his good estate . And after pacyfie my brothers wrath ? Say you 'l loue , we 'l be fortunate , Rob.

I will .

Rich. No more , I vow to dye vnblest If I performe not this inposed quest , But one word Madam pray can you tell , Where Huntington my ward is ? Rob. I was bold to send yong Robin Hood your noble ward Vpon some busines of import for me . Ri. I am glad he is imployde in your affayres , Farewell kinde faire , let one cloudy frowne Shaddow the bright sunne of thy beauties light . Be confident in this , i le finde thy brother , Rayse power but we 'l haue peace , onely performe Your gratious promise at my backe returne . Rob. Wel , heer 's my hand , Prince Richard that same night Which secondeth the day of your returne , I le be your bedfellow , and from that houre Forsweare the loathed bed of Faukenbridge : Be speedy therefore , as you hope to speed . Ric. O that I were as large wing'd as the winde , Then should you see my expeditious will : My most desire , adew , guesse by my haste , Of your sweet promise the delicious taste . Exit . Rob. Why so : I am rid of him by this deuise , He would else haue tyred me with his sighes and songs , Enter Blocke . But now I shall haue ease , heere comes the Saint , To whom such sute was made . Bl.

My Lady Gentlewoman is euen heere in her priuitye walke , Madam heer 's the Marchants wife was heere yesterday would speake with yee ; O I was somewhat bolde to bring her in .

Ro.

Wel leaue vs sir ; y' are welcome gentlewoman .

Blo . These women haue no liberality in the world in them , I neuer let in man to my Lady , but I am rewarded . Rob.

Please ye to walke sir ? wherfore mumble ye ?

La.

Robin what newes ? how hast thou done this night ?

Ro. My Ladiship hath done my part , my taske , Lyne all alone for lacke of company , I might haue had Prince Richard , La.

Was he heere ?

Rob. He went away but now ; I haue bin lou'd & wood too simply , God rid me of the woman once againe , I le not be tempted so for all the world , Come , wil you to your chamber and vncase ? La. Nay keep my habit yet a little while , Olde Faukenbridge is almost at the gate , I met him at Black heath iust at the Hermits , And taking me to be a Merchants wife , Fell mightily in loue , gaue me his ring , Made me protest that I would meete him heere . I tolde him of his Lady , O tut quoth he , I le shake her vp , i le packe her out of sight , He comes kinde Robin Hood , holde vp the iest . Enter Sir Rich. Faukenbridge and Blocke . Fau.

Gods mary knaue , how long hath she bin heere ?

Blo .

Sir she came but euen in afore you .

Fa. A cunning queane , a very cunning queane , Go to your busines Block , i le meete with her . Blo .

Ah old Muttonmounger I beleeue heer 's worke towards . Exit .

Fau. Doe not beleeue her Mall , doe not beleeue her : I onely spake a word or two in iest , But would not for the world haue bin so mad , Doe not beleeue her Mall , doe not beleeue her : Rob.

What should I not beleeue ? what doe you meane ?

La. Why good Sir Richard , let me speake with you , Alas wil you vndoe me ? wil you shame me ? Is this your promise ? came I heere for this ? To be a laughing stocke vnto your Lady Rob.

How now Sir Richard , what 's the matter there ?

Fa. I le talke with you anon , come hyther woman ? Didst not tel my wife what match we made : ? La. I tel your wife ? thinke ye I am such a beast ? Now God forgiue ye , I am quite vndone . Fau.

Peace duck , peace ducke , I warrant al is wel .

Rob.

What 's the matter ? I pray ye sir Richard tell me ?

Fau. Mary Mall thus , about some twelue monthes since , Your brother Gloster , that mad prodigall , Caus'd me to passe my word vnto her husband , For some two thousand pound : or more perchaunce , No matter what it is , you shall not know , Nay ye shal neuer aske to know . Rob.

And what of this ?

Fau. Mary the man 's decayde , And I beleeue a little thing would please her ; A very little thing , a thing of nothing . Goe in good Mall , and leaue vs two alone , I le deale with ye as simply as I can . La.

Fox looke about ye , ye are caught yfaith .

Rob. Deale with her simply , ô ho ; what kinde of dealing ? Can ye not deale with her and I be by ? Fau. Mary a God , what are ye iealous ? Ye teach me what to doe : in , get you in . O I haue heard Prince Richard was your guest , How dealt you than ? In get you in I say , Must I take care about your brothers debts , And you stand crossing me , in , or i le send you in . Exit Robin . Ha sirra , you 'l be master , you 'l weare the yellow , You 'l be an ouer-seer : mary shal yee . La.

Ye are too curst ( me thinkes sir ) to your Lady ;

Fau. Ah wench content thee , I must beare her hard , Else she 'l be prining into my dalliances : I am an olde man sweet girle I must be merry , All steele , al spright , keep in health by change , Men may be wanton , wowen must not range . La. You haue giuen good counsel sir , i le repent me , Heer 's your ring , i le onely loue my husband . Fau. I meane not so , I thinke to day thou toldes me Thy husband was an vnthrift , and a bankrout , And he be so , tut thou hast fauour store , Let the knaue beg , beauty cannot be poore . La Indeed my husband is a bankrout , Of faith , of loue , of shame , of chastity , Dotes vpon other women more then me . Fau. Ha doe he so ? then giue him tit for tat , Haue one so young and faire , and loues another , He 's worthy to be coockolded by the masse . What is he olde or young ? La.

About your age .

Fa. An old knaue and cannot be content with such a peate , Come to my closet girle , make much of me , We 'll appoint a meeting place some twise a weake , And i le maintaine thee like a Lady , ha ? La. O but you 'll forget me presently , When you looke well vpon your Ladies beauty . Fau. Who vpon her ? why she is a very dowdy , A dishclout , a foule Iipsie vnto thee , Come to my closset lasse , there take thy earnest Of loue , of pleasure and good maintenaunce . La.

I am very fearefull .

Fau. Come foole neuer feare I am Lord heate , who shall disturb as then ? Nay come , or by the rood I le make you come , La.

Help Madam Faukenbridge for gods sake .

Enter Robin Hood and Blocke . Fau.

How now , what meanst ?

La.

Help Gentle Madam help ,

Rob.

How now what aylst thou ?

Bloc .

Nay and 't be a woman , nere feare my master Madam

La.

Why speakst thou not , what aylst thou ?

Fau.

Why nothing , by the rood nothing she ayls .

La. O Madam this vile man would haue abused me , And forcst me to his closset , Rob ,

Ah olde cole , now looke about , you are catcht ,

La.

Call in your fellowes blocke ,

Fa.

Doe not thou knaue ,

La ,

Doe or I le cracke your crowne ,

Blo .

Nay I le doo 't , I knowe she meanes to shame you . Exit .

Fau. Why Mall wilt thou beleeue this paultrie woman ? Huswife I le haue you whipt for slaundring me . Ro. What Leacher , no she is an honest woman , Her husband 's well knowne , all the houshold knowes . Blo .

Heer 's some now , to tell all the towne your mynd ,

La. Before ye all I must sure complaine , You see this wicked man , and ye all knowe How oft he hath byn Iealous of my life , Suspecting falshood being false himselfe ; Blo .

O maister , O maister ,

Fau. She slaunders me , she is a cousoning queane , Fetch me the Constable , I le haue her punisht , La. The Constable for me fie , fie vpon ye . Madam do you know this ring ? Rob.

It is sir Richards .

Blo .

O I , that 's my masters too sure .

Fau. I mary , I did lend it to the false drab To fetch some money for that bankrout knaue Her husband , that lyes prisoner in the Fleete . La. My husband bankrout ? my husband in the Fleete prisoner ? No , no , he is as good a man as you . Rob. I that he is , and can spend pound for pound With thee yfaith , wert richer then thou art , I know the gentleman . La. Nay Madam he is hard by , there must be Reuelles at the Hinde to night ; Your copesmate there , Prince Iohn . Rob.

Ther 's a hot youth .

Bl.

O , afierce Gentleman .

La. He was fierce as you , but I haue matcht him , The Princesse shall be there in my attyre . Fau. A plaguy crafty queane , mary a God I see Prince Iohn , coorted as well as I , And since he shal be mockt as well as I , It s some contentment . Bl. Masse he droopes , fellow Humphrey , he is almost taken , Looke about ye old Richard ? Fau. Hence knaues , get in a little , prethee Mall Let thou and I and she , shut vp this matter . Rob.

Away sirs , get in .

Bl.

Come , come let 's goe , he wil be baited now , farewel old Richard . Exit

Rob.

Now sir , what say you now ?

Fa. Mary sweet Mall I say I met this woman , likt her , lou'd her , For she is worthy loue I promise thee ; I say I coorted her : tut make no braule Twixt thou and I , we 'l haue amends for all . Ro.

Had I done such a tricke , what then ? what then ?

Fau.

Ah prethee Mall , tut beare with men .

Rob. I , we must beare with you ; you 'l be excus'd , When women vndeserued are abus'd . Fau. Nay doe not weep , pardon me gentle Lady , I know thee vertuous , and I doo protest , Neuer to haue an euill thought of thee . Rob.

I , I , ye sweare , who 's that that will beleeue ye ?

Fau. Now by my holy dam and honest faith , This Gentlewoman shall witnes what I sweare . Sweet Ducke a little help me ? La.

Trust him Madam .

Fau. I will be kinde , credulous , constant euer , Doe what thou wilt , i le be suspitious neuer . Ro.

For which I thanke noble Faukenbridge .

Fau.

Body of me who 's this ? yong Huntington ?

La. And I your Lady whome you coorted last , Ye lookt about you ill , foxe we haue caught ye , I met ye at Blacke heath , and ye were hot . Fau. I knew thee Mall , now by my swoord I knew thee , I winkt at all , I laught at euery iest . Rob.

I , he did winke , the blinde man had an eye .

Fa.

Peace Robin , thou 't once be a man as I.

La.

Well , I must beare it all .

Fa.

Come , & ye beare , it s but your office , come forget sweet Mall .

La.

I doe forgiue it and forget it sir .

Fa. Why that 's well said , that 's done like a good girle : Ha sirra , ha you matcht me pretty Earle ? Rob. I haue , ye see sir I must vnto Blacke heath , In quest of Richard , whom I sent to seeke Earle Gloster out , I know he 's at the Hermits ; Lend me your Coach ; I le shift me as I ride , Farewell sir Richard . Exit . Fau. Farewell Englands pride , by the mattins Mall it is a pretty childe ; Shall we goe meete Iohn ? shall we goe mocke the Prince ? La.

We will .

Fa. O then we shall haue sport anon , Neuer weare yellow Mall , t was but a tricke , Olde Faukenbridge wil stil be a mad Dicke . Exeunt . Enter Redcap and Gloster . Red.

Doe ye s s say fa fa father Hermit , th that Gl Gloster is about this Heath ?

Glo. He is vpon this Heath Sonne looke about it , Run but the compasse , thou shalt finde him out , Red.

R r run ? i le r run the co compasse of all k Kent but I le f finde him out , my f f father ( where ere hee layes his head ) dare ne neuer co come home I know , t t till hee bee fo fo found .

Gl.

Wel thou shalt find him , knowst thou who 's a hunting ?

Red.

M m mary t is the Earles of La La Lancaster and Le Leyster . Fa fa farewell f father , and I finde Skink or Glo Gloster , I le g g giue thee the pr prise of a penny p p pudding for thy p paines .

Glo. Adew good friend : this is sure the fellow I sent on message from the Parlament . The Porters sonne , he 's still in quest of me , And Skinke that cousoned him of his red cap. Enter Richard like a Seruing man . But looke about thee Gloster , who comes yonder ? O a plaine seruingman , & yet perhaps his bags are lyn'd , And my pursse now growes thin : if he haue any I must share with him . Enter Skinke like a Hermit . And who 's on yond side ? O it is my Hermit , Hath got his other sute since I went foorth . Ski . Sbloud yonder 's company , i le backe againe , Else I would be with you counterfeite , I le leaue the rogue till opportunity , But neuer eate till I haue quit my wrong . Exit Ric. I saw two men attend like holy Hermits , One's slipt away , the other at his beades , Now Richard for the loue of Marian , Make thy inquiry where mad Gloster liues . If England or the verge of Scotland holde him , I le seeke him thus disguis'd : if he be past To any forraigne part ; i le follow him . Loue thou art Lord of hearts , thy lawes are sweet , In euery troubled way , thou guidst our feete . Louers inioyn'd to passe the daungerous Sea Of big swolne sorrow , in the Barke affection ; The windes and waues of woe need neuer feare , While Loue , the helme doth like a Pylate steare . Glo. Heer 's some louer come , a mischiefe on him , I know not how to answere these mad fooles , But i le be briefe , i le marre the Hermits tale ; Off gowne , holde Buckler , slice it bilbowe blade . Ric.

What 's this ? what should this meane ? old man , good friend

Glo.

Young foole deliuer else see your end .

Ric.

I thought thou hadst been holy and a Hermit .

Glo. What ere you thought , your pursse ? come quickly sir ? Cast that vpon the ground , and then conferre . Ric.

There it is .

Glo.

Falles it so heauy ? then my heart is light .

Ric. Thou 't haue a heauy heart before thou touch it , Theft shrinde in holy weedes ? stand to 't y' are best . Glo. And if I doe not , seeing such a pray , Let this be to me a disaster day . Ric.

Art thou content to breath ? Fight & part once or twise

Glo.

With al my heart , take halfe thy money & we 'l friendly part .

Ric.

I will not cherish theft .

Glo.

Then I defye thee . Fight againe and breath ,

Ric. Alas for pitty , that so stout a man , So reuerend in aspect , should take this course . Glo. This is no common man with whom I fight , And if he be , he is of wondrours spright , Shall we part stakes ? Ric.

Fellow take the pursse vpon condition thou wilt follow me ▪

Glo. What waite on you ? weare a turn'd Liuery ? Whose man 's your master ? If I be your man , My mans mans office will be excellent : There lyes your pursse againe , win it and weare it . Fight . Enter Robin Hood , they breath , offer againe . Rob. Clashing of weapons at my welcome hyther ? Bickring vpon Blacke-heath , well said olde man , I le take thy side , the yonger hath the oddes . Stay , end your quarrell , or I promise ye I le take the olde mans part . Ric.

You were not wont yong Huntington , stil on Richards side

Rob.

Pardon gratious Prince I knew ye not .

Gl. Prince Richard : then lye enuy at his foote , Pardon thy cousen Gloster , valiant Lord , I knew no common force confronted myne , O heauen I had the like conseite of thine . Ric. I tell thee Robin Gloster thou art met , Bringing such comfort vnto Richards heart . As in the foyle of warre when dust and sweat , The thirst of weake , and the Sunnes fiery heate , Haue seazd vppon the soule of valiaunce , And he must faint except he be refresht . To me thou comst as if to him should come , A perry from the North , whose frostie breath Might fan him coolnesse in that doubt of death . With me then meets , as he a spring might meet , Cooling the earth vnder his toyle partcht feet , Whose christall moysture in his Helmit taine , Comforts his spyrits , makes him strong againe . Glo. Prince , in short termes if you haue brought me comfort Know if I had my pardon in this hand That smit base Skinke in open Parlament , I would not come to Court , till the high feast Of your proud brothers birth day be expyred , For as the o●●e King as he made a vow At his vnluckie Coronation , Must waite vpon the boy and fill his cuppe , And all the Pieres must kneele while Henry kneeles Vnto his cradle ; he shall hang me vp , Eare I commit that vile Idolatrie . But when the feast is past if you 'll befrend me , I le come and braue my proud foes to their teeth , Ric. Come Robin , and if my brothers grace denye , I le take thy parte , them and their threates defye , Glo.

Gramercy Princly Dicke ,

Rob.

I haue some power , I can rayse two thousand Soldiers in an hower ,

Glo. Gramercy Robin , gramercy little wag , Prince Richard , pray let Huntington Carry my sister Faukenbridge this ring , Ric. I le carry it my selfe , but I had rather Had thy kinde company , thou mightst haue mou'd Thy Sister , whome I long haue vainely lou'd , Glo. I like her that she shunes temptation Prince Richard , but I beare with doting louers , I should not take it well , that you vrge me To such an office : but I beare with you , Loue 's blind and mad , hie to her boldly , try her ; But if I know she yeeld , faith I le defie her . Ric. I like thy honorable resolution , Gloster I pray thee pardon my intreate , Glo. it s mens custome ; part part Gentle Prince , Farwell good Robin this gold I will borrow , Meet you at stepney pay you all to morrow , Rob.

A dew Gloster ,

Gl.

Farwell , be short ; you gone , I hope to haue a little sport

Ric:

Take heed mad Cuz . Exeunt .

Glo. Tut tell not me of heed , He that 's too wray neuer hath good speed . Hollowing within , Enter Lanc. with a broken staffe in his hand . Whos 's this old Lancaster my honoured frend ? Lan. These knaues haue seru'd me well , left me alone , I haue hunted fairely , lost my purse , my chaine , My Iewels , and bin bangd by a bold knaue , Clad in a Hermits gowne like an olde man , O what a world is this ? Glo.

It s ill my Lord .

Lan. Hee 's come againe , O knaue t is the worse for thee , Keepe from me , be content with that thou hast , And see thou flie this heath , for if I take thee , I le make thee to all theeues aspectacle , Had my staffe held , thou hadst not scaped me so , But come not neare me , follow not thou art best , Holla , Earle Leyster , holla Huntsman hoe ? Glo. Vppon my life , old Lancaster a Hunting , Hath met my fellow Hermit , could I meet him , I de play rob theefe , at least part stakes with him . Skin . Zounds he is yonder alone , Enter Redcap with a cudgell . Skinke now reuenge thy selfe on yonder slaue . Znayles still preuented ? this same Redcap rogue Runs like hob-goblin vp and downe the heath . Red. Wh wh wh whope He Hermit , ye ha ha ma ma made Re Redcap run a fine co co compasse , ha haue you not ? Ski .

I made thee run ?

Glo.

Younder s my euill Angell , were redcap gone , Gloster would coniure him .

Red.

Ie Ie Iesus bl blesse me , whop to to two Hermits ? I le ca ca caperclaw to to tone of yee , for mo mo mocking me , and I d d doo not ha ha hang me : wh wh which is the fa fa false k k k knaue ? for I am s s sure the olde He He Hermit wo would neuer mo mocke an honest man .

Glo. he is the counterfet he mockt thee fellow . I did not see thee in my life before , He weares my garments , and has coussoned me , Red. Haue you co co cousoned the he Hermit and m made Redcap run to no pu pu purpose ? Ski . No he 's counterfet I will tell no lyes , As sure as Skinke deceiu'd thee of thy clothes , Sent thee to Kent , gaue thee thy fare by water , So sure hee 's false , and I the perfet Hermit , Glo. This villaine is a coniurer I doubt , Were he the deuill yet I would not budge , Red.

Si si sirra , you are the co countefeite , O this is the tr tr true He Hermit , sta sta stand still g good man at that , i le bu bumbast you yfaith , i le make you g giue the olde m m man his gowne .

Offers to strike , Gloster trippes vp his heeles , shifts Skinke into his place .

G g gods lid are ye go good at that ? i le cu cudgell yee f f for this tr tr tricke .

Ski .

It was not I t was he that cast thee downe ,

Red.

You li li li lye you ra ra rascall you , I le left ye st standing he heare .

Ski .

Zounds hold you stammerer , or I le cut your stumps .

Gl.

He 's for me he 's weapon'd , I like that .

Red.

O heer 's a ro ro rogue in ca ca carnat , help , mu murder murder .

Enter Lancaster & Huntsmen at one doore , Leyster & Huntsmen at another . Lan.

Lay holde vpon that theeuish counterfeit ,

Ley.

Why heares another Hermit Lancaster :

Glo. I am the Hermit sir , that wretched man Doth many a robberie in my disguise : Skin .

It s he that robs , he slaunders me , he lies .

Lan.

Which set on thee ?

Red.

Th this f f fellow has a s s sword and a buckler .

Lan. Search him ; this is the theefe , o heares my purse , My chaine , my Iewels : oh thou wicked wretch , How darst thou vnder show of holines , Commit such actions of impietie ? Bind him , I le haue him made a publicke scorne . Ski . Lay holde vpon that other hermit . He is a counterfeit as well as I , He stole those clothes from me , for I am Skinke , Search him , I know him not , he is some slaue . Glo.

Thou lyest base varlet .

Re.

O g God he has a sword too , S Skink are you ca catcht ?

Lan.

Villaine thou shalt with me vnto the Court.

Ley.

And this with me , this is the traytor Gloster .

Glo.

Thou lyest proud Leyster I am no traytor .

Re.

G gloster ? O b braue , now m my father sh shal be f free

Lan.

Earle Gloster I am sorry thou art taken .

Glo. I am not taken yet , nor will I yeild To any heare but noble Lancaster , Let Skinke be Leysters prisoner I le be thine . Ley ,

Thou shalt be mine .

Gl. First through a crimson sluce , I le send thy hated soule to those blacke fiendes That long haue houered gaping for their parte , When tyrant life should leaue thy traytor heart . Come Lancaster keep Skinke i le goe with thee , Let loose the mad knaue , for I prayse his shifts , He shall not starte away , i le be his guide , And with proude looks outface young Henries pride . Ley.

Looke to them Lancaster vpon thy life .

Red.

Well i le r r run and get a p pardon of the K K KKing , Gl Gloster and Skinke ta ta taken ? O b b braue , r r r run re Re Red ca cap a and ca ca cary the first n n newes to co co court .

Ley.

Lancaster i le helpe to guarde them to the Court.

Lan.

Doe as you please .

Glo.

Leyster doe not come neare me , for if thou doe , thou shalt buy it dearely .

Ley.

I le haue thy hand for this .

Glo.

Not for thy heart .

Ski .

Braue Earle , had Skinke knowne thou hadst been the Noble Gloster ( whose mad trickes haue made mee loue thee ) I would haue dy'd Blacke heath red with the bloud of millions , ere we would haue been taken ; but what remedy , we are fast & must answere it like Gentlemen , like Souldiers , like resolutes .

Gl. I ye are a gallant , come olde Lancaster , For thy sake will I goe ; or else by heauen I de send some dozen of these slaues to hel . Exeunt . Enter Prince Richard , Robert Hoode & Lady Faukenbridge . La , Your trauaile and your comfortable newes , This Ring , the certaine signe you met with him , Bindes me in duetyous loue vnto your grace : But on my knees I fall , and humbly craue , Importune that no more , you nere can haue . Ric. Nay then ye wrong me Lady Faukenbridge , Did you not ioyne your faire white hand ? Swore that ye would forsweare your husbands bed , If I could but finde out Gloster ? La.

I sweare so ?

Ric.

By heauen

Rob.

Take heed , it s a high oath my Lord .

Ric.

What meanst thou Huntington ?

Ro. To saue your soule , I doe not loue to haue my friends forsworne , She neuer promist that you vrge her with . Ric.

Goe to , prouoke me not .

Rob. I tell you true , t was I in her attyre that promist you , She was gone vnto the wizard at Blacke heath , And there had suters more then a good many . Ric.

Was I deluded then ?

La. No not deluded , but hindred from desire vnchast and rude : O let me wooe yee with the tongue of ruth , Dewing your Princely hand with pitties teares , That you would leaue this most vnlawful sute , If ere we liue till Faukenbridge be dead , ( As God defend his death I should desire ) Then if your highnes daine so base a match , And holy lawes admit a mariage , Considering our affinity in bloud , I will become your Handmayde not your harlot . That shame shall neuer dwell vpon my brow . Rob. I faith my Lord she 's honorably resolu'd , For shame no more , importune her no more . Ri. Marian I see thy vertue , and commend it , I know my error seeking thy dishonor , But the respectlesse , reasonles commaund Of my inflamed loue , bids me still try , And trample vnder foote all pietye . Yet for I will not seeme too impyous , Too inconsiderate of thy seeming griefe , Vouchsafe to be my Mistris : vse me kindely , And I protest i le striue with all my power , That lust himselfe may in his heate deuour . La.

You are my seruant then .

Ric.

Thankes sacred Mistresse .

Ro.

What am I ?

La.

You are my fellow Robert .

Enter Faukenbridge in his hose and dublet . Fau. What Prince Richard ? noble Huntington ? Welcome , yfaith welcome , by the morrow Masse You are come as fitly as my heart can wish : Prince Iohn this night will be a Reueller , He hath inuited me and Marian. Gods mary mother goe along with vs , It s but hard by , close by , at our towne Tauerne . Ric.

Your Tauerne ?

Fau. O I I I t is his owne made match , I le make you laugh , i le make you laugh yfaith ; Come , come , he 's ready , O come , come away . La.

But wher 's the Princesse ?

Fa. He 's ready too , Block Bl. my man , must be her waiting man , Nay wil ye goe ? for gods sake let vs goe . Ri.

Is the iest so ? nay then let vs away .

Rob.

O t will allay his heate , make dead his fire .

Fau. Ye bob'd me first , ye first gaue me my hyre , But come a gods name , Prince Iohn stayes for vs . Exeunt . Rob. This is the word , euer at spend-thriftes feastes , They are guld themselues , and scoft at by their guests . Exit . Enter John . Ioh. Buffild and scoft , Skinke , Gloster , women , fooles , and boyes abuse me ? I le be reueng'd , Ric. Reueng'd , and why good childe ? Olde Faukenbridge hath had a worser basting . Fa. I , they haue banded from chase to chase ; I haue been their tennis ball , since I did coort , Ric. Come Iohn , take hand with vertuous Isabell , And lets vnto the Court like louing friends , Our Kingly brothers birth daies feastiuall , Is foorthwith to be kept , thether we 'l hye , And grace with pompe that great solemnity . Jo. Whether ye wil , I care not where I goe : If griefe wil grace it , i le adorne the shew . Fa.

Come Madam , we must thither we are bound .

La. I am loath to see the Court , Gloster being from thence , Or kneele to him that gaue vs this offence . Fa.

Body of me peace woman . I prethee peace .

Enter Redcap . Red.

Go go god ye , go god s speed ye ,

Ioh.

Whether run you sir knaue ?

Red.

R r run ye sir knaue ? why I r run to my La Lady Fa Faukenbridge , to te te tell her Sk Skinke and Gl Gloster is t taken , and are gg one to the CC Court with L Lord Leyster , and L Lord la la Lancaster .

Io. Is Gloster taken ? thether will I flye Vpon wraths wings , not quiet til he dye . Exit with Princesse Rich.

Is Gloster taken ?

Red :

I he is ta taken I wa warrant ye with a wi witnes ,

Ric. Then will I to Court , & eyther set him free , or dye the death , Follow me Faukenbridge , feare not faire Madam : You said you had the Porter in your house , Some of your seruants bring him , on my life One hayre shal not be taken from his head , Nor he , nor you , nor Gloster iniured . Fa.

Come Mall , and Richard say the word nere feare .

Ro. Madam , we haue twenty thousand at our call , The most , young Henry dares , is but to braule . La:

Pray God it prooue so .

Ric:

Follow Huntington : sir Rich. doe not faile to send the Porter .

Fa:

Blocke , bring the Porter of the Fleete to Court .

Bl.

I wil sir .

Red :

The p p Porter of the fl fl Fleete to Court ? what p p porter of the fl fl Fleete ?

Blo .

What Redcap , run redcap , wilt thou see thy father ?

Red.

My fa father ? I that I w wold s see my f father , & there be a p porter in your ho house , it s my f father .

Bl.

Follow me Redcap then . Exit .

Red.

And you were two to twenty b Blockes , i de f f follow ye s so I would , and r run to the co co court too , and k kneele before the k k King f f for his pa pardon .

Block within .

Come away Redcap , run Redcap .

Red.

I I I r r run as f f fast as I I ca ca can run I wa warrant yee .

Enter a Sinet , first two Herraldos , after them Leyster with a Scepter , Lancaster with a Crowne Imperiall on a cushion : After them Henry the elder bareheaded , bearing a swoord and a Globe : after him young Henry Crowned : Elinor the mother Queene Crowned : young Queene Crowned . Henry the elder places his Sonne , the two Queenes on eyther hand , himselfe at his feete , Leyster and Lancaster below him . Hen. Herrald , fetch Lancaster and Leyster Coronets , Suffer no Marquesse , Earle , nor Countesse enter , Except their temples circled are in golde , He deliuers Coronets to Leyster and Lancaster . Shew them our vize-roys : by our will controld As at a cornation , euery Peere Appeares in all his pompe , so at this feast Held for our birth-right , let them be adorn'd . Let Gloster be brought in , crown'd like an Earle , Exit This day we 'll haue no parley of his death , But talke of Iouisanes and gleefull mirth . Let Skinke come in , giue him a Barons seat , High is his spirrit , his deserts are greate . Kin. You wrong the honour of Nobilitie , To place a robber in a Barons stead , Quee.

It s well ye tearme him not a murtherer .

Kin.

Had I mistearmed him ?

Quee. I that had you Henry . He did a peece of Iustice at my Bidding . Kin.

Who made you a Iustice ?

Hen.

I that had the power .

Kin.

You had none then .

Enter Gloster and Skinke . Ley.

Yes he was crownd before .

Hen.

Why does not Gloster weare a Coronet ?

Glo.

Because his Soueraigne doth not weare a Crowne .

Hen. By heauen put on thy Coronet , or that heauen Which now with a clear , lends vs this light , Shall not be courtain'd with the vaile of night , Eare on thy head I clap a burning Crowne , Of red hot Yron that shall seare thy braines . Ri.

Good Gloster Crowne thee with thy Coronet .

Lan.

Doo gentle Earle .

Skin .

Swounds doo , would I had one .

Qu.

Doo not I prethee keepe thy proud heart still .

Glo.

I le weare it but to crosse thy froward will .

Hen.

Sit downe and take thy place .

Glo. It s the low earth . To her I must , from her I had my breath . Hen.

We are pleas'd thou shalt sit there , Skinke take thy place among my nobles .

Enter Iohn and Jsabell with Coronets . Ski .

Thankes to King Henries grace .

Io. Iohn Earle of Morton and of Notingham , With Isabell his Countesse , bow themselues Before their brother Henries Royall Throane . Hen.

Assend your seats liue in our daily loue .

Enter Richard , and Robert with Coronts . Ric. Richard the Prince of England , with his Ward The noble Robert Hood , Earle Huntington , Present their seruice to your Maiestie . Hen.

Y' are welcome too , though little be your loue .

Enter Faukenbridge with his Lady , she a Coronet Fa. Olde Richard Faukenbridge , Knight of the crosse , Lord of the Cinque ports , with his noble wife Dame Marrian Countesse of west Hereford , Offer their duties at this Royall meeting . Hen. Sit downe , thou art a newter , she a foe , Thy loue we doubt her hart too well we know . What sutors are without , let them come in . Glo.

And haue no Iustice where contempt is King .

Hen.

Mad man I giue no eare to thy loose words .

Jo.

O sir y' are welcome , you haue your old seat .

Glo.

Though thou sit hier yet my heart 's as great .

Que.

Great heart wee 'll make you lesser by the head .

Glo.

Ill comes not euer to the threatned .

Enter Blocke and Redcap . Hen.

What are you two ?

Red.

M ma mary and 't please you I am re re Redcap .

Hen.

And what 's your mate ?

Blo .

A poore Porter sir .

Ioh.

The Porter of the fleet that was condemned .

Blo . No truely sir I was Porter last , when I left The doore open at the Tauerne . Io.

O i st you sir ?

Ley.

And what would you two haue ?

Red.

I co co come to re re re qui quier the young K K King of his go goo goodnes , since Glo Gloster is t taken , that he wo wo would let my fa fa father haue his pa pa pardon .

Hen. Sirra your father has his pardon sign'd , Go to the office it shall be deliuered . Red.

And shall he be p p Porter a ga gaine ?

Hen. I that he shall , but let him be aduis'd Heareafter , how lets out prisoners , Red.

I wa warrant ye my Lord .

Hen.

What hast thou more to say ?

Red.

Marry I wo would haue Skinke pu punisht for co co Cunnicatching me .

Ley ,

Is that your busines ?

Red.

I by my t t troth is it .

Hen.

Then get away .

Glo. Against Skinke ( poore knaue ) Thou gets no right this day . Blo .

O but run backe Redcap for the Purseuant .

Red.

O I Lord s sir , I haue another s sute for the p p Purseuant , that has l l lost his b b box , and his wa wa warrant .

Hen.

What meanes the fellow ?

Red.

Why the pu pu Purseuant sir and the po po Porter .

Glo.

The box that I had from him , there it is .

Fau. Mary a me , and I was chargd with it . Had you it brother Gloster ? Gods good mercy , Hen.

And what haue you to say ?

Bl.

Nothing sir but God blesse you , you are a goodly company , except sir William or my Lady wil command me any more seruice .

Fau.

A way you prating knaue , hence varlet , hence . Exit .

Ley.

Put forth them fellowes there .

Red.

A f fo fore I go goe I b b be s s seech you let Sk Skinke and gl Gloster be lo lo looked too , for they haue p p playd the k k knaues to to to b b bad .

Hen.

Take hence that stuttering fellow , shut them forth .

Red.

Nay I le ru ru run , faith you shall not n n need to b b b bid him ta ta take m me away , for re re Redcap will r ru run rarely . Exit .

Hen. The sundrie misdemeanors late committed , As theftes and shifts in other mens disguise , We now must ( knaue Skinke ) freely tell thy faults . Skin .

Sweet King by these two terrors to myne enemies , that lend light to my bodies darknes : Cauilero Skinke being beleagerd with an hoste of leaden heeles , arm'd in ring Irish : cheated my hammerer of his Red cap and Coate ; was surprised , brought to the fleet as a person suspected , past currant , till Gloster stript me from my counterfet , clad my backe in silke and my hart in sorrow , and so left me to the mercy of my mother witt : how Prince Iohn releast me , he knowes : howe I got Faukenbridges chaine , I know : but how he will get it againe , I know not .

Fau.

Where is it sirra , tell me where it is ?

Glo.

I got it from him , and I got Iohns sword ,

Joh.

I would t were to the hilts vp in thy harte .

Ric.

O be more charitable brother Iohn .

Ley. My Leidge , you need not by perticulars Examine what the world knows too plaine , If you will pardon Skinke , his life is sau'd , If not , he is conuicted by the Law . For Gloster : as you worthyly resoul'd , First take his hand , and afterward his head . Hen.

Skinke thou hast life , our pardon and our loue .

Ski .

And your forgiuenesse for my robbery ?

Io. Tut neuer trouble me with such a toy . Thou hindrest me from hearing of my ioye . Hen. Bring forth a blocke , wine , water and towell , Kniues , and a Surgion to binde vp the vaines , Of Glosters arme : when his right hand is off , His hand that strooke Skinke at the Parlament : Sk.

I shall beare his blowes to my graue my Lord .

Kin. Sonne Henry see thy fathers palzie hands , Ioyn'd like two supplyants , pressing to thy throwne ? Looke how the furrowes of his aged cheeke , Fild with the reuolets of wet eyde mone , Begs mercy for Earle Gloster ? weigh his gilt , Why for a slaue , should Royall blood be spilt ? Ski .

You wrong myne honour : Skink may be reueng'd ,

Hen. Father I doe commend your humble course . But quite dislike the proiect of your sute , Good words in an ill cause makes the fact worse , Of blood or Basenes , Iustice will dispute , The greater man the greater his transgression , Where strength wrongs weaknes , it is meare oppression , La. O but King Henry heare a sister speake , Gloster was wrong'd , his lands were giuen away , They are not Iustly said . Iust lawes to break , That keep their owne right , with what power they may , Thinke then thy Royall selfe began the wrong , In giuing Skinke what did to him belong . Quee. Heare me Sonne Henry , while thou art a King , Giue , take , pryson , thy subiects are thy slaues , Life , need , thrones proud hearts in dungions fling . Grace men to day , to morrowe giue them graues . A King must be like Fortune ; euer turning , The world his football , all her glory spurning . Glo. Still your olde counsaile Beldam pollicie , You 'r a fit Tutresse in a Monarchy . Rich. Mother you are vniust , sauage , too cruell , Vnlike a woman : gentlenes guides their sexe , But you to furyes fire ad more fewell , The vexed spirit , will you delight to vex ? O God when I consaite what you haue done , I am a sham'd to be estem'd your sonne . Jo. Base Richard I disdaine to call thee brother , Takest thou a traytors part in our disgrace ? For Gloster , wilt thou wrong our sacred mother ? I scorne thee and defie thee to thy face . O that we were in field , then shouldst thou trie , Rob. How fast Earle Iohn would from Prince Richard flye Thou meet a Lyon in feeld ? poore mouse , All thy Carreers are in a Brothell house . Ioh.

Zounds boy .

Ric.

Now man :

Ley.

Richard you wrong Prince Iohn .

Ric.

Leyster t weare Good you proou'd his Champion .

Jo. Hasten the execution Royall Lord , Let deeds make answer for their worthlesse wordes . Glo. I know if I respected hand or head , I am encompassed with a world of frends , And could from fury bee deliuered . But then my freedom hazards many liues . Henry performe the vtmost of thy hate , Let thy hard harted mother haue her wil , Giue Franticke Iohn no longer cause to prate , I am prepared for the worst of ill , You see my knees kisse the could pauements face , They are not bent to Henry nor his frends , But to all you whose bloud fled to your hearts , Shewes your true sorrowe in your ashye cheekes : To you I bend my knees , you I intreat , To smile on Glosters Resolution . Who euer loues me will not shed a teare , Nor breath a sigh , nor show a cloudy frowne , Looke Henry , heares my hand , I lay it downe , And sweare as I haue Knighthood heer 't shall lye , Till thou haue vsed all thy tyranny . La.

Has no man heart to speake ?

Glo.

Let all that loue me keepe silence , or by heauen I le hate them dying .

Quee.

Harry off with his hand , then with his head .

Fau. By the red rood I cannot chuse but weepe . Come loue or hate my teares I cannot keepe . Que.

When comes this lingring executioner ?

Joh.

An executioner : an executioner :

Hen. Call none till we haue drunke : father fill wine , To day your Office is to beare our cupp . Ric.

I le fill it Henry . K. kneele downe .

He.

Dick you are too meane , so bow vnto your soueraigne ,

Gl. Kneele to his childe ? O hell ! O tortor ! ( Gloster learne : Who would loue life , to see this huge dishonor ? Hen. Saturne kneel'd to his Sonne the God was faine To call young Ioue his ages Soveraigne . Take now your seate againe and weare your Crowne ; Now shineth Henry like the Middayes Sonne , Through his Horizon , darting all his beames , Blinding with his bright splendor euery eye , That stares against his face of Maiesty . The Commets , whose malicious gleames Threatned the ruyne of our Royalty , Stands at our mercy , yet our wrath denyes All fauour , but extreame extreamityes . Gloster , haue to thy sorrow chafe thy arme That I may see thy bloud ( I long'd for oft ) Gush from thy vaines , and staine this Pallace roofe . Io.

T would exceed gilding .

Quee.

I as golde doth Oaker .

Glo.

It s wel ye count my bloud so precious .

Hen.

Leyster reach Gloster wine .

Ley.

I reach it him ?

Hen.

Proude Earle i le spurne thee , quickely go & beare it

Glo.

I le count it poyson if his hand come neere it .

Hen.

Giue it him Leyster vpon our displeasure .

Glo. Thus Gloster takes it , thus againe he flings it , In scorne of him that sent it , and of him that brought it . Ski .

O braue spirit ▪

La.

Brauely resolu'd brother , I honour thee .

Quee. Harke how his sister ioyes in his abuse ? Wilt thou indure it Hall ? Fau.

Peace good Marian.

Hen. Auoyde there euery vnder Officer . Leaue but vs , our Pieres and Ladyes heere . Richard you loue Earle Gloster looke about If you can spye one in this company , That hath not done as great a sinne as Gloster ; Chuse him , let him be the executioner . Ric. Thou hast done worse then , like rebellie us head , Hast arm'd ten thousand hands against his life That lou'd thee so , as thou wert made a King , Being his childe , now he 's thy vnderling . I haue done worse : thrise I drew my swoord , In three set battles for thy false defence . Iohn hath done worse , he still hath tooke thy part , All of vs three haue smitte our fathers heart ; Which made proude Leyster bolde to strike his face , To his eternall shame , and our disgrace . Hen. Silence , I see thou leanst to finde none fit . I am sure , nor Lancaster nor Huntington , Nor Faukenbridge , will lay a hand on him . Mother , wife , brother , let s descend the Throane Where Henry is the Monarch of the West , Hath set amongst his Princes dignified . Father take you the place , see Iustice . Kin.

It s iniust Iustice I must tell thee Sonne .

Hen. Mother holde you the Bason , you the Towell , I know your French hearts thirst for English bloud ; Iohn , take the Mallet , I will holde the knife , And when I bid thee smite , strike for thy life : Make a marke Surgion , Gloster now prepare thee . Glo.

Tut , I am ready , to thy worst I dare thee .

Hen. Then haue I done my worst , thrise honoured Earle , I doe imbrace thee in affections armes . Quee.

What meanes thou Henry ? O what meanes my Son ?

Hen. I meane no longer to be lullaby'd , In your seditious armes . Hen. wife .

Mordieu Henry .

Hen: Mordieu nor deuill , little tit of Fraunce , I know your hart leapes , at our hearts mischaunce , Jo.

Swounds Henry thou art mad :

Hen. I haue bin mad ; what stampst thou Iohn ? knowst thou not who I am ? Come stamp the deuill out , suckt from thy Dam. Que.

I le cursse thee Henry .

Hen. Your best be quiet , least where we finde you , to the Tower we beare you , For being abroad , England hath cause to feare yee . Kin.

I am strucke dombe with wonder .

Glo.

I amaz'd , imagine that I see a vizion .

Hen. Gloster , I giue thee first this Skinke , this slaue , It s in thy power , his life to spill or saue , Skin .

He 's a noble gentleman , I doe not doubt his vsage .

Hen. Stand not thus wondring , Princes kneele all downe , And cast your Coronets before his Crowne . Downe stubborne Queene , kneele to your wronged King , Downe Mammet ; Leyster i le cut of thy legs , If thou delay thy duety : when proude Iohn ? Io.

Nay if all kneele , of force I must be one .

Fau.

Now by my holydom a vertuous deed .

Hen. Father you see your most rebellious sonne , Stricken with horror of his horred guilt , Requesting sentence fitting his desart , O treade vpon his head , that trode your heart . I doe deliuer vp all dignity , Crowne , Scepter , swoord vnto your Maiesty . Kin. My heart surfets with ioy in hearing this . And deare Sonne i le blesse thee with a kisse . Hen. I will not rise , I will not leaue this ground , Till all these voyces ioyned in one sound : Cry , God saue Henry second of that name , Let his friends liue , his foes see death with shame . All. God saue Henry second of that name , Let his friends liue , his foes see death with shame . Hen.

Amen , Amen , Amen .

Joh. Harke mother harke ? My brother is already turned Clarke . Quee.

He is a recreant , I am mad with rage .

Hen. Be angry at your enuy gracious mother , Learne patience and true humility Of your worst tuter'd Sonne , for I am he . Send hence that Frenchwoman , giue her her dowry , Let her not speake , to trouble my milde soule , Which of this world hath taken her last leaue : And by her power , will my proude flesh controule . Off with these silkes , my garments shall be gray , My shirt hard hayre , my bed the ashey dust , My pillow but a lumpe of hardned clay : For clay I am , and vnto clay I must , O I beseech ye let me goe alone , To liue , where my loose life I may bemone . Kin.

Sonne ?

Quee.

Sonne ?

Ric.

Brother ?

Io.

Brother ?

Hen. Let none call me their Sonne , I am no mans brother , My kindred is in heauen , I know no other , Farewell , farewell , the world is yours , pray take it , I le leaue vexation , and with ioy forsake it . Exit . La.

Wondrous conuersion .

Fau.

Admirable good : now by my holydam Mall passing good .

Ric. H' ath fired my soule I will to Palestine , And pay my vowes before the Sepulcher , Among the multitude of misbeliefe . I le shew my selfe the Souldier of Christ , Spend bloud , sweat teares , for satisfaction Of many many sinnes which I lament : And neuer thinke to haue them pardoned , Till I haue part of Sirria conquered . Glo. He makes me wonder , and inflames my spirits , With an exceeding zeale to Portingale , Which Kingdome the vnchristned Sarisons , The blacke fac'd Affricans , and tawny Moores , Haue got vniustly in possession : Whence I will fire them with the help of heauen . Ski . Skinke will scotrch them braue Gloster Make Carbonadoes of their Bacon fletches ; Deserue to be counted valiant by his valour , And Ryuo will he cry , and Castile too , And wonders in the land of Ciuile doo . Rob. O that I were a man to see these fights , To spend my bloud amongst these worthy Knights . Fa. Mary aye me , were I a boy againe , I de either to Ierusalem or Spaine . Ioh. Faith I le keepe England , mother you and I Will liue , for all this fight and foolery . Kin. Peace to vs all , let 's all for peace giue prayse , Vnlookt for peace , vnlookt for happy dayes . Loue Henries birth day , he hath bin new borne , I am new crowned , new settled in my seate . Let s ' all to the Chappell , there giue thankes and praise , Beseeching grace from Heauens eternal Throne , That England neuer know more Prince then one . Exeunt FJNIS .
NOLI ALTVM SAPERE