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The youngest fayd, me loued me as a child
Might do: her answere I efteem'd most vild,
And presently in an outragious mood,
I turnd her from me to go finke or fwym :
And all I had, euen to the very clothes,
I gaue in dowry with the other two:
And she that best deseru'd the greatest fhare,
I gave her nothing, but disgrace and care.
Now mark the sequell: when I had done thus,
I soiournd in my eidest daughters houfe,
Where for a time I was intreated well,
And liu'd in fate fufficing my content:
But euery day her kindnesse did grow cold,
Which I with patience put vp well ynough,
And seemed not to see the things 1 faw:
But at the last she grew so far incenst
With moody fury, and with caufleffe hate,
That in most vild and contumelious termes,
She bade me pack, and harbour fomewhere elfe.
Then was I fayne for refuge to repayre
Vnto my other daughter for reliefe.
Who gaue me pleasing and most courteous words;
But in her actions Thewed her felfe fo fore,
As neuer any daughter did before :
She prayd me in a morning out betime,
Togo to a thicket two miles from the court,
Poyoting that there he would come talke with me :
There she had set a shag hayrd murdring wretch,
To massacre my honest friend and me
Then iudge your felfe, although my tale be briefe,
If euer man had greater cause of griefe.
King. Nor neuer like impiety was done,
Since the creation of the world begun.
Leir. And now I am constraind to seeke reliefe
Of her, to whom I haue bin so vnkind;
Whofe censure, if it do award me death,
I must confesse she payes me but my due:
But if she thew à louing daughters part,
It comes of God and her, not my desert.
Cor. No doubt she will, I dare be sworne she will.
Leir. How know you thát, not knowing what she is ?
Cor. My felfe a father haue a great way hence,
Víde me as ill as euer you did her ;
Yet, that his reuerend age I once might see,
Ide creepe along, to meet him on my knee.
Leir. O, no mens children are vnkind but mine.
Cor. Condemne not all, because of others crime:
But looke, deare father, looke, behold and see
Thy louing daughter speaketh voto thee.
Leir. O, stand thou vp, it is my part to kneele, And afke forgiuenelle for my former faults.
He kneeles. Cor. O, if you wish I should inioy my breath, Deare father rise, or I receive my death.
He rifeth. Leir. Then I will rise, to satisfy your mind, But kneele againe, til pardon be resigad.
Cor. I pardon you: 'the word beseemes not me:
But I do fay so, for to ease your knee,
You gaue me life, you were the cause ihat I
Am what I am, who else had neuer bin.
Leir. But you gaue life to me and to my friend,
Whose dayes had else, had an vntimely end.
Cor. You brought me vp, when as I was but young, And far vnable for to helpe my selfe.
Leir. I cast thee forth, when as thou wast but young, And far vnable for to helpe thy felfe.
Cor. God, world and nature say I do you wrong,
That can indure to see you kneele so long.
King. Let me breake off this louing controuersy,
Which doth reioyce my very foule to see.
Good father, rise, she is your louing daughter,
And honours you with as respectiue duty,
As if you were the monarch of the world.
Cor. But I will neuer rise from off my knee,
Vntill I haue your blessing, and your pardon
Of all my faults committed any way,
From my first birth vnto this present day.
Leir. The blessing, which the God of Abraham gaue
Vnto the trybe of luda, light on thee,
And multiply thy dayes, that thou mayst see
Thy childrens children prosper after thee.
Thy faults, which are iust none that I do know,
God pardon on high, and I forgiue below.
Cor. Now is my heart at quiet, and doth leape
Within my brest, for ioy of this good hap:
And now (deare father) welcome to our court,
And welcome (kind Perillus) vnto me,
Myrrour of vertue and true honesty.
Leir. O, he hath bin the kindest friend to me,
That euer man had in aduersity.
Per. My toung doth faile, to say what heart doth think, I am so rauifht with exceeding ioy.
King. All you haue spoke : now let me speak my mind, And in few words much matter here conclude :
He kneeles. If erc my heart do harbour any ioy, Or true content repose within my brest, Till I haue rooted out this viperous fect, And reposest my father of his crowne, Let me be counted for the periurdst man, That euer spake word since the world began. Rife. Mum. Let me pray to, that neuer pray'd before ;
Mumford kneeles. If ere I refalute the Brittis earth, (As (ere't be long) I do presume I shall) And do returne from thence without my wench, Let me be gelded for my recompence.
Rife. King. Come, let's to armes for to redresse this wrong: Till I am there, me thinks the time seemes long. Exeunt.
Enter Ragan fola.
Rag. I feele a hell of conscience in my brest,
Tormenting me with horrour for my fact,
And makes me in an agony of doubt,
For feare the world should find my dealing out.
The Naue wliom I appoynted for the act,
I ne're set eye vpon the peasant since :
O, could I get him for to make him sure,
My doubts would cease, and I should rest fecure.
But if the old men, with perswafue words,
Haue fau'd their liues, and made him to relent;
Then are they fed vnto the court of Fraunce,
And like a trumpet manifest my shame.
A shame on these white-liuerd Naues, say I,
That with fayre words so soone are ouercome.
O God, that I had bin but made a man ;
Or that my strength were equall with my will !
These foolith men are nothing but meere pity,
And melt as butter doth against the fun.
Why should they hąue preeminence ouer vs,
Since we are creatures of more braue resolue ?
I sweare, I am quite out of charity
With all the heartlesse men in Christendome.
A poxe vpon them, when they are affrayd
To giue a stab, or slit a paltry wind-pipe,
Which are so easy matters to be done.
Well, had I thought the flaue would ferue me fa,
My felfe would haue bin executioner:
Tis now yndone, and if that it be koowne,
Ile make as good shift as I can for ope.
He that repines at me, how ere it stands,
'Twere belt for him to keepe him from my hands.
Sound drums and trumpets : Enter the Gallian king, Leir,
Mumford and the army:
King. Thus haue we brought our army to the sea,
Whereas our ships are ready to receyue vs :
The wind stands fayre, and we in foure houres fayle,
May easily arriue on Brittish shore,
Where vnexpected we may them surprise,
And gayne a glorious victory with ease.
Wherefore, my louing countreymen, resolue,
Since truth and iustice fighteth on our sides,
That we shall march with conquest where we ga
My felfe will be as forward as the first,
And step by step march with the hardiest wight:
And not the meanet fouldier in our campe