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As water is into a broken ship.
Well, after him Ile send such thunderclaps
Of Naunder, scandal), and inuented tales,
That all the blame shall be remou'd from me,
And vnperceiu'd rebound vpon himselfe.
Thus with one nayle another Ile expell,
And make the world judge, that I vsde him well.

Enter the messenger that should go to Cambria, with a letter in

his hand.

Gon. My honest friend, whither away so fast?
Mej. To Cambria, madam, with letters fro the king.
Gon. To whom?
Mel. Vnto your father, if he be there.
Gon. Let me see them.

She opens them.
Mel. Madam, I hope your grace will stand
Betweene me and my neck-verse, if I be
Calld in question, for opening the kings letters.

Gon. 'Twas I that opened them, it was not thou.

Mef. I, but you need not care, and so must I,
A hansome man, be quickly trust vp,
And when a man's hang'd, all the world cannot faue him.

Gon. He that hangs thee, were better hang his father,
Or that but hurts thee in the least degree,
I tell thee, we make great account of thee.

Mes. I am o're-ioy'd, I surfet of sweet words:
Kind queene, had I a hundred liues, I would
Spend ninety nyne of them for you, for that word.

Gon. I, but thou wouldst keepe one life still, And that's as many as thou art like to haue.

Mel. That one life is 'not too deare for my good queene; this sword, this buckler, this head, this heart, these hands, armes, legs, tripes, bowels, and all the members else what. soeuer, are at your dispose; vse me, trust mé, commaund mei

skin on my

if I fayle in any thing, tye me to a dung 'cart, and make a scauengers horse of me, and whip me, fo long as I haue any

Gon. In token of further imployment, take that.

Flings him a purse. Mes. A strong bond, a firme obligation, good in law, good in law: if I keepe not the condition, let my necke be the forfeyture of my negligence.

Gon. I like thee well, thou haft a good toung.

Mes. And as bad a toung if it be set on it, as any oyster wife at Billinfgate hath: why, I haue made many of my neighbours forsake their houses with rayling vpon them, and go dwell elfe where; and so by my meanes houses have bin good cheape in our parih: my toung being well whetted with choller, is more sharpe then a razer of Palersio.

Gon. Othou art a fit man for my purpose.
Mes. Commend me not, sweet queene, before you try me,


so do think of me. Gon. Well fayd, then this is thy tryall : instead of carrying the kings letters to my father, carry thou thefe letters to my fifter, which contayne matter quite contrary to the other: there fhal she be giuen to vnderstand, that my father hath detracted her, giuen out Naundrous speaches against her; and that hee hath most intollerably abused me, set my lord and me at va, riance, and made mutinyes amongst the commons. These things (although it be not fo) Yet thou must affirme them to be true, With othes and protestations as will serue, To driue my sister out of love with him. And cause my will accomplished to be. This do, thou winst my fauour for euer, And makest a hye way of preferment to thee And all thy friends,



As my

Mef. It fufficeth, conceyt it is already done :
I will so toung-whip him, that I will
Leaue him as bare of credit, as a poulter
Leaues a cony, when she pulls off his skin.

Gon. Yet there is a further matter.
Mef, I thirst to heare it.

Gon. If my sister thinketh.conuenient, as my letters importeth, to make him away, haft thou the heart to effect it?

Mel. Few words are best in so small a matter : These are but trifles. By this booke I will.

Kile the pager. Gon. About it presently, I long till it be done. Mes. I fly, I fiy.


Enter Cordella folus.

I haue bin ouer-negligent to day,
In going to the temple of my God,
To render thanks for all his benefits,
Which he miraculously hath bestowed on me,
In rayfing me out of my meane estate,
When as I was deuoyd of worldly friends,
And placing me in such a sweet content,
As far exceeds the reach of my deserts.
My kingly husband, myrrour of his time,
For zeale, for iustice, kindnesle, and for care
To God, his subiects, me, and common weale,
By his appoyntment was ordaynd for me.
I cannot wish the thing that I do want;
I cannot want the thing but I may haue,
Saue only this which I shall ne're obtayne,
My fathers loue, oh this I ne're shall gayne.
I would abftayne from any nutryment,
And pyne my body to the very bones :


Bare foote I would on pilgrimage set forth
Vnto the furthest quarters of the earth,
And all my life time would I fackcloth weare,
And mourning-wise powre duft vpon my head :
So he but to forgiue me once would please,
That his gray haires might go to heauen in peace,
And yet I know not how I him offended,
Or wherein iustly I haue deserued blame.
Oh sisters ! you are much to blame in this,
It was not he, but you that did me wrong,
Yet God forgiue both him, and you and me.
Euen as I doe in perfit charity.
I will to church, and pray vnto my Sauiour,
That ere I dye, I may obtayne his fauour.


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Enter Leir and Perillus fayntly. Per. Rest on me, my lord, and stay your felfe, The way seemes tedious to your aged lymmes.

Leir. Nay, rest on me, kind friend, and stay thy felfe, Thou art as old as I, but more kind.

Per. Ah, good my lord, it ill befits, that I
Should leane vpon the person of a king.

Leir. But it fits worse, that I should bring thee forth,
That had no cause to come along with me,
Through these vncouth paths, and tirefull wayes,
And neuer ease thy faynting limmes a whit.
Thou hast left all, I, all to come with me,
And I, for all, haue nought to guerdon thee.

Per. Ccafe, good my lord, to aggrauate my woes,
With these kind words, which cuts my heart in two,
To think your will should want the power to do.

Leir. Cease, good Perillus, for to call me lord, And think me but the shaddow of my felfe.


Per. That honourable title will I giue,
Vnto my lord, so long as I do liue.
Oh, be of comfort; for I see the place
Whereas your daughter keeps her residence.
And loe, in happy time the Cambrian prince
Is here arriu'd, to gratify our comming.

Enter the prince of Cambria, Ragan, and nobles : looke upon

them, and whisper together. Leir. Were I best speak, or fit me downe and dye? I am asham'd to tell this heauy tale.

Per. Then let me tell it, if you please, my lord : Tis shame for them that were the cause thereof.

Cam. What two old men are those that seeme fo fad ? Me thinks, I should remember well their lookes.

Rag. No, I mistake not, sure it is my father : I must dissemblc kindnesle now of force.

She runneth to him, and kneeles downe, saying :

Father, I bid you welcome, full of griefe,
To see your grace víde thus vnworthily,
And ill befitting for your reuerend age,
To come on foot a journey so indurable.
Oh, what disaster chaunce hath bin the cause,
To make your cheeks fo hollow, fpare and leane?
He cannot speake for weeping: for Gods loue, come,
Ler vs refresh him with some needfull things,
And at more leysare we may better know,
Whence springs the ground of this vnlookt for wo.

Cam. Come, father, e're we any further talke,
You Mall refresh you after this weary walk.

Exeunt, manet Ragan.


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