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Reference: h1v - Histories, p. 70

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The Life of Henry the Fift Turne him to any Cause of Pollicy, The Gordian Knot of it he will vnloose, Familiar as his Garter: that when he speakes, The Ayre, a Charter'd Libertine, is still,
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And the mute Wonder lurketh in mens eares, To steale his sweet and honyed Sentences: So that the Art and Practique part of Life, Must be the Mistresse to this Theorique. Which is a wonder how his Grace should gleane it,
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Since his addiction was to Courses vaine, His Companies vnletter'd, rude, and shallow, His Houres fill'd vp with Ryots, Banquets, Sports; And neuer noted in him any studie, Any retyrement, any sequestration,
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From open Haunts and Popularitie.
B. Ely. The Strawberry growes vnderneath the Nettle, And holesome Berryes thriue and ripen best, Neighbour'd by Fruit of baser qualitie: And so the Prince obscur'd his Contemplation
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Vnder the Veyle of Wildnesse, which (no doubt) Grew like the Summer Grasse, fastest by Night, Vnseene, yet cressiue in his facultie.
B. Cant. It must be so; for Miracles are ceast: And therefore we must needes admit the meanes,
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How things are perfected.
B. Ely. But my good Lord: How now for mittigation of this Bill, Vrg'd by the Commons? doth his Maiestie Incline to it, or no? B. Cant.
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He seemes indifferent: Or rather swaying more vpon our part, Then cherishing th'exhibiters against vs: For I haue made an offer to his Maiestie, Vpon our Spirituall Conuocation,
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And in regard of Causes now in hand, Which I haue open'd to his Grace at large, As touching France, to giue a greater Summe, Then euer at one time the Clergie yet Did to his Predecessors part withall.
B. Ely.
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How did this offer seeme receiu'd, my Lord?
B. Cant. With good acceptance of his Maiestie: Saue that there was not time enough to heare, As I perceiu'd his Grace would faine haue done, The seueralls and vnhidden passages
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Of his true Titles to some certaine Dukedomes, And generally, to the Crowne and Seat of France, Deriu'd from Edward, his great Grandfather.
B. Ely. What was th'impediment that broke this off? B. Cant. The French Embassador vpon that instant
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Crau'd audience; and the howre I thinke is come, To giue him hearing: Is it foure a Clock?
B. Ely. It is. B. Cant. Then goe we in, to know his Embassie: Which I could with a ready guesse declare,
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Before the Frenchman speake a word of it.
B. Ely. Ile wait vpon you, and I long to heare it. Exeunt.
[Act 1, Scene 2] Enter the King, Humfrey, Bedford, Clarence, Warwick, Westmerland, and Exeter. King.

Where is my gracious Lord of Canterbury?

Exeter.

Not here in presence.

King. Send for him, good Vnckle. Westm.
[140]
Shall we call in th'Ambassador, my Liege?
King. Not yet, my Cousin: we would be resolu'd, Before we heare him, of some things of weight, That taske our thoughts, concerning vs and France.

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Enter two Bishops. B. Cant. God and his Angels guard your sacred Throne,
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And make you long become it.
King. Sure we thanke you. My learned Lord, we pray you to proceed, And iustly and religiously vnfold, Why the Law Salike, that they haue in France,
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Or should or should not barre vs in our Clayme: And God forbid, my deare and faithfull Lord, That you should fashion, wrest, or bow your reading, Or nicely charge your vnderstanding Soule, With opening Titles miscreate, whose right
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Sutes not in natiue colours with the truth: For God doth know, how many now in health, Shall drop their blood, in approbation Of what your reuerence shall incite vs to. Therefore take heed how you impawne our Person,
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How you awake our sleeping Sword of Warre; We charge you in the Name of God take heed: For neuer two such Kingdomes did contend, Without much fall of blood, whose guiltlesse drops Are euery one, a Woe, a sore Complaint,
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'Gainst him, whose wrongs giues edge vnto the Swords, That makes such waste in briefe mortalitie. Vnder this Coniuration, speake my Lord: For we will heare, note, and beleeue in heart, That what you speake, is in your Conscience washt,
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As pure as sinne with Baptisme.
B. Can. Then heare me gracious Soueraign, & you Peers, That owe your selues, your liues, and seruices, To this Imperiall Throne. There is no barre To make against your Highnesse Clayme to France,
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But this which they produce from Pharamond, In terram Salicam Mulieres ne succedaul, No Woman shall succeed in Salike Land: Which Salike Land, the French vniustly gloze To be the Realme of France, and Pharamond
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The founder of this Law, and Female Barre. Yet their owne Authors faithfully affirme, That the Land Salike is in Germanie, Betweene the Flouds of Sala and of Elue: Where Charles the Great hauing subdu'd the Saxons,
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There left behind and settled certaine French: Who holding in disdaine the German Women, For some dishonest manners of their life, Establisht then this Law; to wit, No Female Should be Inheritrix in Salike Land:
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Which Salike (as I said) 'twixt Elue and Sala, Is at this day in Germanie, call'd Meisen. Then doth it well appeare, the Salike Law Was not deuised for the Realme of France: Nor did the French possesse the Salike Land,
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Vntill foure hundred one and twentie yeeres After defunction of King Pharamond, Idly suppos'd the founder of this Law, Who died within the yeere of our Redemption, Foure hundred twentie six: and Charles the Great
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Subdu'd the Saxons, and did seat the French Beyond the Riuer Sala, in the yeere Eight hundred fiue. Besides, their Writers say, King Pepin, which deposed Childerike, Did as Heire Generall, being descended
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Of Blithild, which was Daughter to King Clothair, Make Clayme and Title to the Crowne of France. Hugh Capet also, who vsurpt the Crowne Of

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[Act 1, Scene 2] Enter the King, Humfrey, Bedford, Clarence, Warwick, Westmerland, and Exeter. King.

Where is my gracious Lord of Canterbury?

Exeter.

Not here in presence.

King. Send for him, good Vnckle. Westm.
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Shall we call in th'Ambassador, my Liege?
King. Not yet, my Cousin: we would be resolu'd, Before we heare him, of some things of weight, That taske our thoughts, concerning vs and France. Enter two Bishops. B. Cant. God and his Angels guard your sacred Throne,
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And make you long become it.
King. Sure we thanke you. My learned Lord, we pray you to proceed, And iustly and religiously vnfold, Why the Law Salike, that they haue in France,
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Or should or should not barre vs in our Clayme: And God forbid, my deare and faithfull Lord, That you should fashion, wrest, or bow your reading, Or nicely charge your vnderstanding Soule, With opening Titles miscreate, whose right
[155]
Sutes not in natiue colours with the truth: For God doth know, how many now in health, Shall drop their blood, in approbation Of what your reuerence shall incite vs to. Therefore take heed how you impawne our Person,
[160]
How you awake our sleeping Sword of Warre; We charge you in the Name of God take heed: For neuer two such Kingdomes did contend, Without much fall of blood, whose guiltlesse drops Are euery one, a Woe, a sore Complaint,
[165]
'Gainst him, whose wrongs giues edge vnto the Swords, That makes such waste in briefe mortalitie. Vnder this Coniuration, speake my Lord: For we will heare, note, and beleeue in heart, That what you speake, is in your Conscience washt,
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As pure as sinne with Baptisme.
B. Can. Then heare me gracious Soueraign, & you Peers, That owe your selues, your liues, and seruices, To this Imperiall Throne. There is no barre To make against your Highnesse Clayme to France,
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But this which they produce from Pharamond, In terram Salicam Mulieres ne succedaul, No Woman shall succeed in Salike Land: Which Salike Land, the French vniustly gloze To be the Realme of France, and Pharamond
[180]
The founder of this Law, and Female Barre. Yet their owne Authors faithfully affirme, That the Land Salike is in Germanie, Betweene the Flouds of Sala and of Elue: Where Charles the Great hauing subdu'd the Saxons,
[185]
There left behind and settled certaine French: Who holding in disdaine the German Women, For some dishonest manners of their life, Establisht then this Law; to wit, No Female Should be Inheritrix in Salike Land:
[190]
Which Salike (as I said) 'twixt Elue and Sala, Is at this day in Germanie, call'd Meisen. Then doth it well appeare, the Salike Law Was not deuised for the Realme of France: Nor did the French possesse the Salike Land,
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Vntill foure hundred one and twentie yeeres After defunction of King Pharamond, Idly suppos'd the founder of this Law, Who died within the yeere of our Redemption, Foure hundred twentie six: and Charles the Great
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Subdu'd the Saxons, and did seat the French Beyond the Riuer Sala, in the yeere Eight hundred fiue. Besides, their Writers say, King Pepin, which deposed Childerike, Did as Heire Generall, being descended
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Of Blithild, which was Daughter to King Clothair, Make Clayme and Title to the Crowne of France. Hugh Capet also, who vsurpt the Crowne Of Charles the Duke of Loraine, sole Heire male Of the true Line and Stock of Charles the Great:
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To find his Title with some shewes of truth, Though in pure truth it was corrupt and naught, Conuey'd himselfe as th'Heire to th' Lady Lingare, Daughter to Charlemaine, who was the Sonne To Lewes the Emperour, and Lewes the Sonne
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Of Charles the Great: also King Lewes the Tenth, Who was sole Heire to the Vsurper Capet, Could not keepe quiet in his conscience, Wearing the Crowne of France, 'till satisfied, That faire Queene Isabel, his Grandmother,
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Was Lineall of the Lady Ermengare, Daughter to Charles the foresaid Duke of Loraine: By the which Marriage, the Lyne of Charles the Great Was re-vnited to the Crowne of France. So, that as cleare as is the Summers Sunne,
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King Pepins Title, and Hugh Capets Clayme, King Lewes his satisfaction, all appeare To hold in Right and Title of the Female: So doe the Kings of France vnto this day. Howbeit, they would hold vp this Salique Law,
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To barre your Highnesse clayming from the Female, And rather chuse to hide them in a Net, Then amply to imbarre their crooked Titles, Vsurpt from you and your Progenitors.
King. May I with right and conscience make this claim? Bish. Cant.
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The sinne vpon my head, dread Soueraigne: For in the Booke of Numbers is it writ, When the man dyes, let the Inheritance Descend vnto the Daughter. Gracious Lord, Stand for your owne, vnwind your bloody Flagge,
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Looke back into your mightie Ancestors: Goe my dread Lord, to your great Grandsires Tombe, From whom you clayme; inuoke his Warlike Spirit, And your Great Vnckles, Edward the Black Prince, Who on the French ground play'd a Tragedie,
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Making defeat on the full Power of France: Whiles his most mightie Father on a Hill Stood smiling, to behold his Lyons Whelpe Forrage in blood of French Nobilitie. O Noble English, that could entertaine
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With halfe their Forces, the full pride of France, And let another halfe stand laughing by, All out of worke, and cold for action.
Bish. Awake remembrance of these valiant dead, And with your puissant Arme renew their Feats;
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You are their Heire, you sit vpon their Throne: The Blood and Courage that renowned them, Runs in your Veines: and my thrice-puissant Liege Is in the very May-Morne of his Youth, Ripe for Exploits and mightie Enterprises.
Exe.
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Your Brother Kings and Monarchs of the Earth Doe all expect, that you should rowse your selfe, As did the former Lyons of your Blood.
West. They know your Grace hath cause, and means, and (might; So hath your Highnesse: neuer King of England
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Had Nobles richer, and more loyall Subiects, Whose hearts haue left their bodyes here in England, And lye pauillion'd in the fields of France.
Bish. Can. O let their bodyes follow my deare Liege With Bloods, and Sword and Fire, to win your Right:
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In ayde whereof, we of the Spiritualtie Will rayse your Highnesse such a mightie Summe, As neuer did the Clergie at one time Bring in to any of your Ancestors.
King. We must not onely arme t'inuade the French,
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But lay downe our proportions, to defend Against the Scot, who will make roade vpon vs, With all aduantages.
Bish. Can. They of those Marches, gracious Soueraign, Shall be a Wall sufficient to defend
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Our in-land from the pilfering Borderers.
King. We do not meane the coursing snatchers onely, But feare the maine intendment of the Scot, Who hath been still a giddy neighbour to vs: For you shall reade, that my great Grandfather
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Neuer went with his forces into France, But that the Scot, on his vnfurnisht Kingdome, Came pouring like the Tyde into a breach, With ample and brim fulnesse of his force, Galling the gleaned Land with hot Assayes,
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Girding with grieuous siege, Castles and Townes: That England being emptie of defence, Hath shooke and trembled at th'ill neighbourhood.
B. Can. She hath bin thēthen more fear'd thēthen harm'd, my Liege: For heare her but exampl'd by her selfe,
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When all her Cheualrie hath been in France, And shee a mourning Widdow of her Nobles, Shee hath her selfe not onely well defended. But taken and impounded as a Stray, The King of Scots: whom shee did send to France,
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To fill King Edwards fame with prisoner Kings, And make their Chronicle as rich with prayse, As is the Owse and bottome of the Sea With sunken Wrack, and sum-lesse Treasuries.
Bish. Ely. But there's a saying very old and true,
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If that you will France win, then with Scotland first begia. For once the Eagle (England) being in prey, To her vnguarded Nest, the Weazell (Scot) Comes sneaking, and so sucks her Princely Egges, Playing the Mouse in absence of the Cat,
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To tame and hauocke more then she can eate.
Exet. It followes the n, the Cat must stay at home, Yet that is but a crush'd necessity, Since we haue lockes to safegard necessaries, And pretty traps to catch the petty theeues.
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While that the Armed hand doth fight abroad, Th'aduised head defends it selfe at home: For Gouernment, though high, and low, and lower, Put into parts, doth keepe in one consent, Congreeing in a full and natural close,
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Like Musicke.
Cant. Therefore doth heauen diuide The state of man in diuers functions, Setting endeuour in continual motion: To which is fixed as an ayme or butt,
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Obedience: for so worke the Hony Bees, Creatures that by a rule in Nature teach The Act of Order to a peopled Kingdome. They haue a King, and Officers of sorts, Where some like Magistrates correct at home:
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Others, like Merchants venter Trade abroad: Others, like Souldiers armed in their stings, Make boote vpon the Summers Veluet buddes: Which pillage, they with merry march bring home: To the Tent-royal of their Emperor:
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Who busied in his Maiesties surueyes The singing Masons building roofes of Gold, The ciuil Citizens kneading vp the hony; The poore Mechanicke Porters, crowding in Their heauy burthens at his narrow gate:
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The sad-ey'd Iustice with his surly humme, Deliuering ore to Executors pale The lazie yawning Drone: I this inferre, That many things hauing full reference To one consent, may worke contrariously,
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As many Arrowes loosed seuerall wayes Come to one marke: as many wayes meet in one towne, As many fresh streames meet in one salt sea; As many Lynes close in the Dials center: So may a thousand actions once a foote,
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And in one purpose, and be all well borne Without defeat. Therefore to France, my Liege, Diuide your happy England into foure, Whereof, take you one quarter into France, And you withall shall make all Gallia shake.
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If we with thrice such powers left at home, Cannot defend our owne doores from the dogge, Let vs be worried, and our Nation lose The name of hardinesse and policie.
King. Call in the Messengers sent from the Dolphin.
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Now are we well resolu'd, and by Gods helpe And yours, the noble sinewes of our power, France being ours, wee'l bend it to our Awe, Or breake it all to peeces. Or there wee'l sit, (Ruling in large and ample Emperie,
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Ore France, and all her (almost) Kingly Dukedomes) Or lay these bones in an vnworthy Vrne, Tomblesse, with no remembrance ouer them: Either our History shall with full mouth Speake freely of our Acts, or else our graue
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Like Turkish mute, shall haue a tonguelesse mouth, Not worshipt with a waxen Epitaph. Enter Ambassadors of France. Now are we well prepar'd to know the pleasure Of our faire Cosin Dolphin: for we heare, Your greeting is from him, not from the King.
Amb.
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May't please your Maiestie to giue vs leaue Freely to render what we haue in charge: Or shall we sparingly shew you farre off The Dolphins mea ning, and our Embassie.
King. We are no Tyrant, but a Christian King,
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Vnto whose grace our passion is as subiect As is our wretches fettred in our prisons, Therefore with franke and with vncurbed plainnesse, Tell vs the Dolphins minde.
Amb. Thus than in few:
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Your Highnesse lately sending into France, Did claime some certaine Dukedomes, in the right Of your great Predecessor, King Edward the third. In answer of which claime, the Prince our Master Sayes, that you sauour too much of your youth,
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And bids you be aduis'd: There's nought in France, That can be with a nimble Galliard wonne: You cannot reuell into Dukedomes there. He therefore sends you meeter for your spirit This Tun of Treasure; and in lieu of this,
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Desires you let the dukedomes that you claime Heare no more of you. This the Dolphin speakes.
King.

What Treasure Vncle?

Exe. Tennis balles, my Liege. Kin, We are glad the Dolphin is so pleasant with vs,
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His Present, and your paines we thanke you for: When we haue matcht our Rackets to these Balles, We will in France (by Gods grace) play a set, Shall strike his fathers Crowne into the hazard. Tell him, he hath made a match with such a Wrangler,
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That all the Courts of France will be disturb'd With Chaces. And we vnderstand him well, How he comes o're vs with our wilder dayes, Not measuring what vse we made of them. We neuer valew'd this poore seate of England,
[410]
And therefore liuing hence, did giue our selfe To barbarous license: As 'tis euer common, That men are merriest, when they are from home. But tell the Dolphin, I will keepe my State, Be like a King, and shew my sayle of Greatnesse,
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When I do rowse me in my Throne of France. For that I haue layd by my Maiestie, And plodded like a man for working dayes: But I will rise there with so full a glorie, That I will dazle all the eyes of France,
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Yea strike the Dolphin blinde to looke on vs, And tell the pleasant Prince, this Mocke of his Hath turn'd his balles to Gun-stones, and his soule Shall stand sore charged, for the wastefull vengeance That shall flye with them: for many a thousand widows
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Shall this his Mocke, mocke out of their deer hnsbands; Mocke mothers from their sonnes, mock Castles downe: And some are yet vngotten and vnborne, That shal haue cause to curse the Dolphins scorne. But this lyes all within the wil of God,
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To whom I do appeale, and in whose name Tel you the Dolphin, I am comming on, To venge me as I may, and to put forth My rightfull hand in a wel-hallow'd cause. So get you hence in peace: And tell the Dolphin,
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His Iest will sauour but of shallow wit, When thousands weepe more then did laugh at it. Conuey them with safe conduct. Fare you well.
Exeunt Ambassadors. Exe. This was a merry Message. King. We hope to make the Sender blush at it:
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Therefore, my Lords, omit no happy howre, That may giue furth'rance to our Expedition: For we haue now no thought in vs but France, Saue those to God, that runne before our businesse. Therefore let our proportions for these Warres
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Be soone collected, and all things thought vpon, That may with reasonable swiftnesse adde More Feathers to our Wings: for God before, Wee'le chide this Dolphin at his fathers doore. Therefore let euery man now taske his thought,
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That this faire Action may on foot be brought.
Exeunt.
 

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      <l n="194">Nor did the French possesse the<hi rend="italic">Salike</hi>Land,</l>
      <l n="195">Vntill foure hundred one and twentie yeeres</l>
      <l n="196">After defunction of King<hi rend="italic">Pharamond</hi>,</l>
      <l n="197">Idly suppos'd the founder of this Law,</l>
      <l n="198">Who died within the yeere of our Redemption,</l>
      <l n="199">Foure hundred twentie six: and<hi rend="italic">Charles</hi>the Great</l>
      <l n="200">Subdu'd the Saxons, and did seat the French</l>
      <l n="201">Beyond the Riuer Sala, in the yeere</l>
      <l n="202">Eight hundred fiue. Besides, their Writers say,</l>
      <l n="203">King<hi rend="italic">Pepin</hi>, which deposed<hi rend="italic">Childerike</hi>,</l>
      <l n="204">Did as Heire Generall, being descended</l>
      <l n="205">Of<hi rend="italic">Blithild</hi>, which was Daughter to King<hi rend="italic">Clothair</hi>,</l>
      <l n="206">Make Clayme and Title to the Crowne of France.</l>
      <l n="207">
         <hi rend="italic">Hugh Capet</hi>also, who vsurpt the Crowne</l>
      <pb facs="FFimg:axc0427-0.jpg" n="71"/>
      <cb n="1"/>
      <l n="208">Of<hi rend="italic">Charles</hi>the Duke of Loraine, sole Heire male</l>
      <l n="209">Of the true Line and Stock of<hi rend="italic">Charles</hi>the Great:</l>
      <l n="210">To find his Title with some shewes of truth,</l>
      <l n="211">Though in pure truth it was corrupt and naught,</l>
      <l n="212">Conuey'd himselfe as th'Heire to th' Lady<hi rend="italic">Lingare</hi>,</l>
      <l n="213">Daughter to<hi rend="italic">Charlemaine</hi>, who was the Sonne</l>
      <l n="214">To<hi rend="italic">Lewes</hi>the Emperour, and<hi rend="italic">Lewes</hi>the Sonne</l>
      <l n="215">Of<hi rend="italic">Charles</hi>the Great: also King<hi rend="italic">Lewes</hi>the Tenth,</l>
      <l n="216">Who was sole Heire to the Vsurper<hi rend="italic">Capet</hi>,</l>
      <l n="217">Could not keepe quiet in his conscience,</l>
      <l n="218">Wearing the Crowne of France, 'till satisfied,</l>
      <l n="219">That faire Queene<hi rend="italic">Isabel</hi>, his Grandmother,</l>
      <l n="220">Was Lineall of the Lady<hi rend="italic">Ermengare</hi>,</l>
      <l n="221">Daughter to<hi rend="italic">Charles</hi>the foresaid Duke of Loraine:</l>
      <l n="222">By the which Marriage, the Lyne of<hi rend="italic">Charles</hi>the Great</l>
      <l n="223">Was re-vnited to the Crowne of France.</l>
      <l n="224">So, that as cleare as is the Summers Sunne,</l>
      <l n="225">King<hi rend="italic">Pepins</hi>Title, and<hi rend="italic">Hugh Capets</hi>Clayme,</l>
      <l n="226">King<hi rend="italic">Lewes</hi>his satisfaction, all appeare</l>
      <l n="227">To hold in Right and Title of the Female:</l>
      <l n="228">So doe the Kings of France vnto this day.</l>
      <l n="229">Howbeit, they would hold vp this Salique Law,</l>
      <l n="230">To barre your Highnesse clayming from the Female,</l>
      <l n="231">And rather chuse to hide them in a Net,</l>
      <l n="232">Then amply to imbarre their crooked Titles,</l>
      <l n="233">Vsurpt from you and your Progenitors.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h5-hen">
      <speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
      <l n="234">May I with right and conscience make this claim?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h5-can">
      <speaker rend="italic">Bish. Cant.</speaker>
      <l n="235">The sinne vpon my head, dread Soueraigne:</l>
      <l n="236">For in the Booke of<hi rend="italic">Numbers</hi>is it writ,</l>
      <l n="237">When the man dyes, let the Inheritance</l>
      <l n="238">Descend vnto the Daughter. Gracious Lord,</l>
      <l n="239">Stand for your owne, vnwind your bloody Flagge,</l>
      <l n="240">Looke back into your mightie Ancestors:</l>
      <l n="241">Goe my dread Lord, to your great Grandsires Tombe,</l>
      <l n="242">From whom you clayme; inuoke his Warlike Spirit,</l>
      <l n="243">And your Great Vnckles,<hi rend="italic">Edward</hi>the Black Prince,</l>
      <l n="244">Who on the French ground play'd a Tragedie,</l>
      <l n="245">Making defeat on the full Power of France:</l>
      <l n="246">Whiles his most mightie Father on a Hill</l>
      <l n="247">Stood smiling, to behold his Lyons Whelpe</l>
      <l n="248">Forrage in blood of French Nobilitie.</l>
      <l n="249">O Noble English, that could entertaine</l>
      <l n="250">With halfe their Forces, the full pride of France,</l>
      <l n="251">And let another halfe stand laughing by,</l>
      <l n="252">All out of worke, and cold for action.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h5-ely">
      <speaker rend="italic">Bish.</speaker>
      <l n="253">Awake remembrance of these valiant dead,</l>
      <l n="254">And with your puissant Arme renew their Feats;</l>
      <l n="255">You are their Heire, you sit vpon their Throne:</l>
      <l n="256">The Blood and Courage that renowned them,</l>
      <l n="257">Runs in your Veines: and my thrice-puissant Liege</l>
      <l n="258">Is in the very May-Morne of his Youth,</l>
      <l n="259">Ripe for Exploits and mightie Enterprises.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h5-exe">
      <speaker rend="italic">Exe.</speaker>
      <l n="260">Your Brother Kings and Monarchs of the Earth</l>
      <l n="261">Doe all expect, that you should rowse your selfe,</l>
      <l n="262">As did the former Lyons of your Blood.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h5-wes">
      <speaker rend="italic">West.</speaker>
      <l n="263">They know your Grace hath cause, and means, and
      <lb rend="turnover"/>
         <pc rend="turnover">(</pc>might;</l>
      <l n="264">So hath your Highnesse: neuer King of England</l>
      <l n="265">Had Nobles richer, and more loyall Subiects,</l>
      <l n="266">Whose hearts haue left their bodyes here in England,</l>
      <l n="267">And lye pauillion'd in the fields of France.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h5-can">
      <speaker rend="italic">Bish. Can.</speaker>
      <l n="268">
         <hi rend="italic">O</hi>let their bodyes follow my deare Liege</l>
      <l n="269">With Bloods, and Sword and Fire, to win your Right:</l>
      <l n="270">In ayde whereof, we of the Spiritualtie</l>
      <l n="271">Will rayse your Highnesse such a mightie Summe,</l>
      <l n="272">As neuer did the Clergie at one time</l>
      <l n="273">Bring in to any of your Ancestors.</l>
   </sp>
   <cb n="2"/>
   <sp who="#F-h5-hen">
      <speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
      <l n="274">We must not onely arme t'inuade the French,</l>
      <l n="275">But lay downe our proportions, to defend</l>
      <l n="276">Against the Scot, who will make roade vpon vs,</l>
      <l n="277">With all aduantages.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h5-can">
      <speaker rend="italic">Bish. Can.</speaker>
      <l n="278">They of those Marches, gracious Soueraign,</l>
      <l n="279">Shall be a Wall sufficient to defend</l>
      <l n="280">Our in-land from the pilfering Borderers.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h5-hen">
      <speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
      <l n="281">We do not meane the coursing snatchers onely,</l>
      <l n="282">But feare the maine intendment of the Scot,</l>
      <l n="283">Who hath been still a giddy neighbour to vs:</l>
      <l n="284">For you shall reade, that my great Grandfather</l>
      <l n="285">Neuer went with his forces into France,</l>
      <l n="286">But that the Scot, on his vnfurnisht Kingdome,</l>
      <l n="287">Came pouring like the Tyde into a breach,</l>
      <l n="288">With ample and brim fulnesse of his force,</l>
      <l n="289">Galling the gleaned Land with hot Assayes,</l>
      <l n="290">Girding with grieuous siege, Castles and Townes:</l>
      <l n="291">That England being emptie of defence,</l>
      <l n="292">Hath shooke and trembled at th'ill neighbourhood.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h5-can">
      <speaker rend="italic">B. Can.</speaker>
      <l n="293">She hath bin<choice>
            <abbr>thē</abbr>
            <expan>then</expan>
         </choice>more fear'd<choice>
            <abbr>thē</abbr>
            <expan>then</expan>
         </choice>harm'd, my Liege:</l>
      <l n="294">For heare her but exampl'd by her selfe,</l>
      <l n="295">When all her Cheualrie hath been in France,</l>
      <l n="296">And shee a mourning Widdow of her Nobles,</l>
      <l n="297">Shee hath her selfe not onely well defended.</l>
      <l n="298">But taken and impounded as a Stray,</l>
      <l n="299">The King of Scots: whom shee did send to France,</l>
      <l n="300">To fill King<hi rend="italic">Edwards</hi>fame with prisoner Kings,</l>
      <l n="301">And make their Chronicle as rich with prayse,</l>
      <l n="302">As is the Owse and bottome of the Sea</l>
      <l n="303">With sunken Wrack, and sum-lesse Treasuries.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h5-ely">
      <speaker rend="italic">Bish. Ely.</speaker>
      <l n="304">But there's a saying very old and true,</l>
      <l n="305">
         <hi rend="italic">If that you will France win, then with Scotland first begia</hi>.</l>
      <l n="306">For once the Eagle (England) being in prey,</l>
      <l n="307">To her vnguarded Nest, the Weazell (Scot)</l>
      <l n="308">Comes sneaking, and so sucks her Princely Egges,</l>
      <l n="309">Playing the Mouse in absence of the Cat,</l>
      <l n="310">To tame and hauocke more then she can eate.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h5-exe">
      <speaker rend="italic">Exet.</speaker>
      <l n="311">It followes the<c rend="inverted">n</c>, the Cat must stay at home,</l>
      <l n="312">Yet that is but a crush'd necessity,</l>
      <l n="313">Since we haue lockes to safegard necessaries,</l>
      <l n="314">And pretty traps to catch the petty theeues.</l>
      <l n="315">While that the Armed hand doth fight abroad,</l>
      <l n="316">Th'aduised head defends it selfe at home:</l>
      <l n="317">For Gouernment, though high, and low, and lower,</l>
      <l n="318">Put into parts, doth keepe in one consent,</l>
      <l n="319">Congreeing in a full and natural close,</l>
      <l n="320">Like Musicke.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h5-can">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cant.</speaker>
      <l n="321">Therefore doth heauen diuide</l>
      <l n="322">The state of man in diuers functions,</l>
      <l n="323">Setting endeuour in continual motion:</l>
      <l n="324">To which is fixed as an ayme or butt,</l>
      <l n="325">Obedience: for so worke the Hony Bees,</l>
      <l n="326">Creatures that by a rule in Nature teach</l>
      <l n="327">The Act of Order to a peopled Kingdome.</l>
      <l n="328">They haue a King, and Officers of sorts,</l>
      <l n="329">Where some like Magistrates correct at home:</l>
      <l n="330">Others, like Merchants venter Trade abroad:</l>
      <l n="331">Others, like Souldiers armed in their stings,</l>
      <l n="332">Make boote vpon the Summers Veluet buddes:</l>
      <l n="333">Which pillage, they with merry march bring home:</l>
      <l n="334">To the Tent-royal of their Emperor:</l>
      <l n="335">Who busied in his Maiesties surueyes</l>
      <l n="336">The singing Masons building roofes of Gold,</l>
      <l n="337">The ciuil Citizens kneading vp the hony;</l>
      <l n="338">The poore Mechanicke Porters, crowding in</l>
      <l n="339">Their heauy burthens at his narrow gate:</l>
      <pb facs="FFimg:axc0428-0.jpg" n="72"/>
      <cb n="1"/>
      <l n="340">The sad-ey'd Iustice with his surly humme,</l>
      <l n="341">Deliuering ore to Executors pale</l>
      <l n="342">The lazie yawning Drone: I this inferre,</l>
      <l n="343">That many things hauing full reference</l>
      <l n="344">To one consent, may worke contrariously,</l>
      <l n="345">As many Arrowes loosed seuerall wayes</l>
      <l n="346">Come to one marke: as many wayes meet in one towne,</l>
      <l n="347">As many fresh streames meet in one salt sea;</l>
      <l n="348">As many Lynes close in the Dials center:</l>
      <l n="349">So may a thousand actions once a foote,</l>
      <l n="350">And in one purpose, and be all well borne</l>
      <l n="351">Without defeat. Therefore to France, my Liege,</l>
      <l n="352">Diuide your happy England into foure,</l>
      <l n="353">Whereof, take you one quarter into France,</l>
      <l n="354">And you withall shall make all Gallia shake.</l>
      <l n="355">If we with thrice such powers left at home,</l>
      <l n="356">Cannot defend our owne doores from the dogge,</l>
      <l n="357">Let vs be worried, and our Nation lose</l>
      <l n="358">The name of hardinesse and policie.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h5-hen">
      <speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
      <l n="359">Call in the Messengers sent from the Dolphin.</l>
      <l n="360">Now are we well resolu'd, and by Gods helpe</l>
      <l n="361">And yours, the noble sinewes of our power,</l>
      <l n="362">France being ours, wee'l bend it to our Awe,</l>
      <l n="363">Or breake it all to peeces. Or there wee'l sit,</l>
      <l n="364">(Ruling in large and ample Emperie,</l>
      <l n="365">Ore France, and all her (almost) Kingly Dukedomes)</l>
      <l n="366">Or lay these bones in an vnworthy Vrne,</l>
      <l n="367">Tomblesse, with no remembrance ouer them:</l>
      <l n="368">Either our History shall with full mouth</l>
      <l n="369">Speake freely of our Acts, or else our graue</l>
      <l n="370">Like Turkish mute, shall haue a tonguelesse mouth,</l>
      <l n="371">Not worshipt with a waxen Epitaph.</l>
      <stage rend="italic centre" type="entrance">Enter Ambassadors of France.</stage>
      <l n="372">Now are we well prepar'd to know the pleasure</l>
      <l n="373">Of our faire Cosin Dolphin: for we heare,</l>
      <l n="374">Your greeting is from him, not from the King.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h5-amb.1">
      <speaker rend="italic">Amb.</speaker>
      <l n="375">May't please your Maiestie to giue vs leaue</l>
      <l n="376">Freely to render what we haue in charge:</l>
      <l n="377">Or shall we sparingly shew you farre off</l>
      <l n="378">The Dolphins mea<c rend="inverted">n</c>ing, and our Embassie.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h5-hen">
      <speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
      <l n="379">We are no Tyrant, but a Christian King,</l>
      <l n="380">Vnto whose grace our passion is as subiect</l>
      <l n="381">As is our wretches fettred in our prisons,</l>
      <l n="382">Therefore with franke and with vncurbed plainnesse,</l>
      <l n="383">Tell vs the<hi rend="italic">Dolphins</hi>minde.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h5-amb.1">
      <speaker rend="italic">Amb.</speaker>
      <l n="384">Thus than in few:</l>
      <l n="385">Your Highnesse lately sending into France,</l>
      <l n="386">Did claime some certaine Dukedomes, in the right</l>
      <l n="387">Of your great Predecessor, King<hi rend="italic">Edward</hi>the third.</l>
      <l n="388">In answer of which claime, the Prince our Master</l>
      <l n="389">Sayes, that you sauour too much of your youth,</l>
      <l n="390">And bids you be aduis'd: There's nought in France,</l>
      <l n="391">That can be with a nimble Galliard wonne:</l>
      <l n="392">You cannot reuell into Dukedomes there.</l>
      <l n="393">He therefore sends you meeter for your spirit</l>
      <l n="394">This Tun of Treasure; and in lieu of this,</l>
      <l n="395">Desires you let the dukedomes that you claime</l>
      <l n="396">Heare no more of you. This the<hi rend="italic">Dolphin</hi>speakes.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h5-hen">
      <speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
      <p n="397">What Treasure Vncle?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h5-exe">
      <speaker rend="italic">Exe.</speaker>
      <l n="398">Tennis balles, my Liege.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h5-hen">
      <speaker rend="italic">Kin,</speaker>
      <l n="399">We are glad the<hi rend="italic">Dolphin</hi>is so pleasant with vs,</l>
      <l n="400">His Present, and your paines we thanke you for:</l>
      <l n="401">When we haue matcht our Rackets to these Balles,</l>
      <l n="402">We will in France (by Gods grace) play a set,</l>
      <l n="403">Shall strike his fathers Crowne into the hazard.</l>
      <l n="404">Tell him, he hath made a match with such a Wrangler,</l>
      <cb n="2"/>
      <l n="405">That all the Courts of France will be disturb'd</l>
      <l n="406">With Chaces. And we vnderstand him well,</l>
      <l n="407">How he comes o're vs with our wilder dayes,</l>
      <l n="408">Not measuring what vse we made of them.</l>
      <l n="409">We neuer valew'd this poore seate of England,</l>
      <l n="410">And therefore liuing hence, did giue our selfe</l>
      <l n="411">To barbarous license: As 'tis euer common,</l>
      <l n="412">That men are merriest, when they are from home.</l>
      <l n="413">But tell the<hi rend="italic">Dolphin</hi>, I will keepe my State,</l>
      <l n="414">Be like a King, and shew my sayle of Greatnesse,</l>
      <l n="415">When I do rowse me in my Throne of France.</l>
      <l n="416">For that I haue layd by my Maiestie,</l>
      <l n="417">And plodded like a man for working dayes:</l>
      <l n="418">But I will rise there with so full a glorie,</l>
      <l n="419">That I will dazle all the eyes of France,</l>
      <l n="420">Yea strike the<hi rend="italic">Dolphin</hi>blinde to looke on vs,</l>
      <l n="421">And tell the pleasant Prince, this Mocke of his</l>
      <l n="422">Hath turn'd his balles to Gun-stones, and his soule</l>
      <l n="423">Shall stand sore charged, for the wastefull vengeance</l>
      <l n="424">That shall flye with them: for many a thousand widows</l>
      <l n="425">Shall this his Mocke, mocke out of their deer hnsbands;</l>
      <l n="426">Mocke mothers from their sonnes, mock Castles downe:</l>
      <l n="427">And some are yet vngotten and vnborne,</l>
      <l n="428">That shal haue cause to curse the<hi rend="italic">Dolphins</hi>scorne.</l>
      <l n="429">But this lyes all within the wil of God,</l>
      <l n="430">To whom I do appeale, and in whose name</l>
      <l n="431">Tel you the<hi rend="italic">Dolphin</hi>, I am comming on,</l>
      <l n="432">To venge me as I may, and to put forth</l>
      <l n="433">My rightfull hand in a wel-hallow'd cause.</l>
      <l n="434">So get you hence in peace: And tell the<hi rend="italic">Dolphin</hi>,</l>
      <l n="435">His Iest will sauour but of shallow wit,</l>
      <l n="436">When thousands weepe more then did laugh at it.</l>
      <l n="437">Conuey them with safe conduct. Fare you well.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exeunt Ambassadors.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-h5-exe">
      <speaker rend="italic">Exe.</speaker>
      <l n="438">This was a merry Message.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h5-hen">
      <speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
      <l n="439">We hope to make the Sender blush at it:</l>
      <l n="440">Therefore, my Lords, omit no happy howre,</l>
      <l n="441">That may giue furth'rance to our Expedition:</l>
      <l n="442">For we haue now no thought in vs but France,</l>
      <l n="443">Saue those to God, that runne before our businesse.</l>
      <l n="444">Therefore let our proportions for these Warres</l>
      <l n="445">Be soone collected, and all things thought vpon,</l>
      <l n="446">That may with reasonable swiftnesse adde</l>
      <l n="447">More Feathers to our Wings: for God before,</l>
      <l n="448">Wee'le chide this<hi rend="italic">Dolphin</hi>at his fathers doore.</l>
      <l n="449">Therefore let euery man now taske his thought,</l>
      <l n="450">That this faire Action may on foot be brought.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exeunt.</stage>
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