Yorke. Take her away, for she hath liu"d too long, To fill the world with vicious qualities

Puc. First let me tell you whom you haue condemn"d; Not me, begotten of a Shepheard Swaine, But issued from the Progeny of Kings.

Vertuous and Holy, chosen from aboue, By inspiration of Celestiall Grace, To worke exceeding myracles on earth.

I neuer had to do with wicked Spirits.

But you that are polluted with your l.u.s.tes, Stain"d with the guiltlesse blood of Innocents, Corrupt and tainted with a thousand Vices: Because you want the grace that others haue, You iudge it straight a thing impossible To compa.s.se Wonders, but by helpe of diuels.



No misconceyued, Ione of Aire hath beene A Virgin from her tender infancie, Chaste, and immaculate in very thought, Whose Maiden-blood thus rigorously effus"d, Will cry for Vengeance, at the Gates of Heauen

Yorke. I, I: away with her to execution

War. And hearke ye sirs: because she is a Maide, Spare for no f.a.ggots, let there be enow: Place barrelles of pitch vpon the fatall stake, That so her torture may be shortned

Puc. Will nothing turne your vnrelenting hearts?

Then Ione discouer thine infirmity, That warranteth by Law, to be thy priuiledge.

I am with childe ye b.l.o.o.d.y Homicides: Murther not then the Fruite within my Wombe, Although ye hale me to a violent death

Yor. Now heauen forfend, the holy Maid with child?

War. The greatest miracle that ere ye wrought.

Is all your strict precisenesse come to this?

Yorke. She and the Dolphin haue bin iugling, I did imagine what would be her refuge

War. Well go too, we"ll haue no b.a.s.t.a.r.ds liue, Especially since Charles must Father it

Puc. You are deceyu"d, my childe is none of his, It was Alanson that inioy"d my loue

Yorke. Alanson that notorious Macheuile?

It dyes, and if it had a thousand liues

Puc. Oh giue me leaue, I haue deluded you, "Twas neyther Charles, nor yet the Duke I nam"d, But Reignier King of Naples that preuayl"d

War. A married man, that"s most intollerable

Yor. Why here"s a Gyrle: I think she knowes not wel (There were so many) whom she may accuse

War. It"s signe she hath beene liberall and free

Yor. And yet forsooth she is a Virgin pure.

Strumpet, thy words condemne thy Brat, and thee.

Vse no intreaty, for it is in vaine

Pu. Then lead me hence: with whom I leaue my curse.

May neuer glorious Sunne reflex his beames Vpon the Countrey where you make abode: But darknesse, and the gloomy shade of death Inuiron you, till Mischeefe and Dispaire, Driue you to break your necks, or hang your selues.

Exit

Enter Cardinall.

Yorke. Breake thou in peeces, and consume to ashes, Thou fowle accursed minister of h.e.l.l

Car. Lord Regent, I do greete your Excellence With Letters of Commission from the King.

For know my Lords, the States of Christendome, Mou"d with remorse of these out-ragious broyles, Haue earnestly implor"d a generall peace, Betwixt our Nation, and the aspyring French; And heere at hand, the Dolphin and his Traine Approacheth, to conferre about some matter

Yorke. Is all our trauell turn"d to this effect, After the slaughter of so many Peeres, So many Captaines, Gentlemen, and Soldiers, That in this quarrell haue beene ouerthrowne, And sold their bodyes for their Countryes benefit, Shall we at last conclude effeminate peace?

Haue we not lost most part of all the Townes, By Treason, Falshood, and by Treacherie, Our great Progenitors had conquered: Oh Warwicke, Warwicke, I foresee with greefe The vtter losse of all the Realme of France

War. Be patient Yorke, if we conclude a Peace It shall be with such strict and seuere Couenants, As little shall the Frenchmen gaine thereby.

Enter Charles, Alanson, b.a.s.t.a.r.d, Reignier.

Char. Since Lords of England, it is thus agreed, That peacefull truce shall be proclaim"d in France, We come to be informed by your selues, What the conditions of that league must be

Yorke. Speake Winchester, for boyling choller chokes The hollow pa.s.sage of my poyson"d voyce, By sight of these our balefull enemies

Win. Charles, and the rest, it is enacted thus: That in regard King Henry giues consent, Of meere compa.s.sion, and of lenity, To ease your Countrie of distressefull Warre, And suffer you to breath in fruitfull peace, You shall become true Liegemen to his Crowne.

And Charles, vpon condition thou wilt sweare To pay him tribute, and submit thy selfe, Thou shalt be plac"d as Viceroy vnder him, And still enioy thy Regall dignity

Alan. Must he be then as shadow of himselfe?

Adorne his Temples with a Coronet, And yet in substance and authority, Retaine but priuiledge of a priuate man?

This proffer is absurd, and reasonlesse

Char. "Tis knowne already that I am possest With more then halfe the Gallian Territories, And therein reuerenc"d for their lawfull King.

Shall I for lucre of the rest vn-vanquisht, Detract so much from that prerogatiue, As to be call"d but Viceroy of the whole?

No Lord Amba.s.sador, Ile rather keepe That which I haue, than coueting for more Be cast from possibility of all

Yorke. Insulting Charles, hast thou by secret meanes Vs"d intercession to obtaine a league, And now the matter growes to compremize, Stand"st thou aloofe vpon Comparison.

Either accept the t.i.tle thou vsurp"st, Of benefit proceeding from our King, And not of any challenge of Desert, Or we will plague thee with incessant Warres

Reig. My Lord, you do not well in obstinacy, To cauill in the course of this Contract: If once it be neglected, ten to one We shall not finde like opportunity

Alan. To say the truth, it is your policie, To saue your Subiects from such ma.s.sacre And ruthlesse slaughters as are dayly seene By our proceeding in Hostility, And therefore take this compact of a Truce, Although you breake it, when your pleasure serues

War. How sayst thou Charles?

Shall our Condition stand?

Char. It Shall: Onely reseru"d, you claime no interest In any of our Townes of Garrison

Yor. Then sweare Allegeance to his Maiesty, As thou art Knight, neuer to disobey, Nor be Rebellious to the Crowne of England, Thou nor thy n.o.bles, to the Crowne of England.

So, now dismisse your Army when ye please: Hang vp your Ensignes, let your Drummes be still, For heere we entertaine a solemne peace.

Exeunt.

Actus Quintus.

Enter Suffolke in conference with the King, Glocester, and Exeter.

King. Your wondrous rare description (n.o.ble Earle) Of beauteous Margaret hath astonish"d me: Her vertues graced with externall gifts, Do breed Loues setled pa.s.sions in my heart, And like as rigour of tempestuous gustes Prouokes the mightiest Hulke against the tide, So am I driuen by breath of her Renowne, Either to suffer Shipwracke, or arriue Where I may haue fruition of her Loue

Suf. Tush my good Lord, this superficiall tale, Is but a preface of her worthy praise: The cheefe perfections of that louely Dame, (Had I sufficient skill to vtter them) Would make a volume of inticing lines, Able to rauish any dull conceit.

And which is more, she is not so Diuine, So full repleate with choice of all delights, But with as humble lowlinesse of minde, She is content to be at your command: Command I meane, of Vertuous chaste intents, To Loue, and Honor Henry as her Lord

King. And otherwise, will Henry ne"re presume: Therefore my Lord Protector, giue consent, That Marg"ret may be Englands Royall Queene

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