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K I N G
R I C H M O N D.
A F T E R
from OXFORD: In a Masque,
presented by the most Illustrious
P R I N C E,
Sept. 12. 1636.
imitari licet facile nonnullis
videatur haud est.
Printed by LEONARD
THE MAIESTIE OF THE
QUEENE OF GREAT
Madam, here, what for your sole delight
Is rais'd of nothing to wast out this night.
Scarse is the Author: what he meanes lesse knowne
None will the words, none will the Musique owne.
Yet here it is; and as o'th'world some thought
That it by Atomes of it selfe was wrought:
So this concurring with your high commands
Came to be thus compacted, as it stands;
For Princes like to Gods with vs on earth
Project on nothing, yet produce a birth.
signifying her pleasure that she would see her Sonne the most
Prince in a dance, His seruaunts and others in the family thought it
amisse to entertaine her a while with a Country dance, and some other
ones, that might better set off the Princes, which were made by Simon
Hopper, and perform'd by those that undertooke them, but all this
the disposition of them was the thing last in their thoughts; so that
of necessity a body was to be fitted to their garment, which made one
the company to shew them, that the country dance might be introduc'd by
some Clownes speaking; And because most of the Interlocutors were Wilshire
men, that country Dialect was chosen, and thus every man fitted his
to his owne fancy, and the constitution of the whole tending to a
bulke, it came to be what it is, without any designe, but rather out of
a kinde of necessity vrging it.
The speakers were
to the Country dance.
As soone as
the Queene had taken her place, a Gentleman-vsher standing
at the entrance of the Scene with a black Calot on his head, and a
of the same colour on his chin, bestirring his stafe much, and his
more saies thus.
Stand by there! Make place, beare back, beare back.
thing that offer'd it selfe to the sight was a pleasant
Country for the most part champain, from whence issued the Country
and first Tom, speaking to the Gentleman-vsher. Tom.
By your leaue M. Iantleman.
sir whare would you gang?
Where is the Queene, chud spoke with the Queene?
away, and be honged you Carle, you speake with the
discouer'd M. Edward Sackvile standing neere the Queene,
as looking on, calls to him.
Tom. O Mr
Yedward: M. Yedward.
How now Tom, what's the matter?
M. Yedward. Helpe me to spoke with the Queene?
With the Queene Tom. Why with the Queene.
Chaue a Presence for her.
Thou dost not meane thine owne Tom, she can hardly see
Chaue a Million for her.
M. Sa. A
million Tom. that were a present for a Queene
indeed. Let him come in, but who hast thou there to helpe thee to bring
not thought you had bin zicke a voole M. Yedward,
as if I were not soffocient to bring a Million my zell. Yes, though it
were as big as a Pompeon.
M. Sa. O,
your simile has made me vnderstand you, but what great
hopes are we falne from by this time, from ten hundred thousand pounds,
to ten groats at the most. Well thou woot deliuer it I see; looke about
the now, throw thy eyes euery way, & thinke which is the Queene.
thonke you M. Yedward, this gay woman shud be
she by her reparrell.
Away you Asse.
thou not see a light outshine the rest,
Giue me thy
Two stars that sparkle in a milky way,
Dimming the shine of Ariadnes crowne,
Or Berenices haire, and so serene,
Their influence speak peace vnto a kingdome,
But thy eyes dazle at such a lustre;
and vaire M. Yedward, two words to a bargaine.
Chil not take all the paine, and loose the thonke to. Chaue no skill of
your vine words, or your Poultry, as they call it. Chaue washt myne
though: and che thinke this be the vairest woman in the company. Chill
giue it her at a venture: Mastris Queene my Master, for valt of a
presence has sent you here a Million -- O tis here now, chud not be
an arrant Asse che warrant you, as when che was here last, che buss't Madge
with with my basket on my shoulder for once. Chil not trust these
no further then che can zee'um. -- How like you it vorzooth, me think
is but voolish meate. O a Pumpion bak'd in the Oven, as Madge
handle it, were meat for a Queene indeed, nay as good as any Counteze
Cursendome cud wush.
Well sir, since you haue redeem'd your credit, trouble
her Majestie no more. Be gone.
plaies at which Tom lookes about as one amaz'd.
What, a Munstrell! this is aumost as good as a Paipe Ifaith.
Good M. Yedward if you haue any busines goe about it, for mine
part che meane to make holyday to day, don’t che chaue my holyday
on, and Madge has hers on too. O for Doll, and Ruchard
now; had they but thought of a Munstrell, the Headborough shud not ha
them a whome, nor their Lasses neither.
see where our Thomas is, Thomas, Thomas,
shall we come in.
cals Thomas. Whoop: Madge, and Ruchard,
and Garuase. -- Pray good Mastris Queene, spoke to the man with
the broad speech to let Madge and her vellowes in, shall zee
fine weele voote it, and when che come next, chill bring you zick a
shall be worth ten Millions. You man with the black dish on your head! Madge
and her vellowes must come in, zo they must. Come in Madge,
in Ruchard; Now goodman Munstrel as thou louest Ale strike vp,
hyreman, play me Wilshire Toms delight, and chill zo
those whiskers of thine in nappy Ale, and besides chill gather groats a
peece of all the company, if thou wert a Paiper shud be worth six pence
a peece to thee: hold Ruchard, let Doll serue you, take
Geruase, and chill ha Madge for my zell, and hay for our
offers to kisse Madge in the dance.
off Ruchard, chill talke with you by and by.
che tell thee, chill not put this vp. Zdaggers death,
busse Madge vore my vace?
shud not busse Madge, chaue as much right to her as
you zell, you can spoke with a better grace che confesse then my zell,
youd be loth though to play at wasters with me for her, chud veize your
good Richard let Thomas alone, Thomas
is not so tall a man of his hands as your selfe Richard.
Ma. I but
Thomas is a man of good parts though Dorothy:
he can zing and paipe, and dance with the best in our hundred, and for
a voote, and a legg at end ont, is Richard comparable thinke
said for thyne owne Madge.
tell you Dorothy with reverence to the company, Thomas
can read and write his owne name, and for a need can help the high
to write his. He is a learn'd man. And what can Richard doe,
a little at wasters, and make the blood (God blesse vs) run about his
eares at a Wake, but turne him to speake to one of vs, he cant say bogh
to a Goose.
I zo? che can doe though, an't were not for making
the company agast, chud so job you and your Sweet-hearts nolls
zo che wud.
Richard, strike a Maid Richard, I hope when
we are married you wont strike me Richard.
cont tell whare youle gi'me cause, cham as likely as
you doe I'le finde some body to strike in your place Richard.
truly Dorothy so my Dame does, if her good-man
fall out with her, shee has a friend in a corner, to fall in with her
and reason good, Madge, one house would neuer
hold them else. Come Madge before this company shall's make a
Ma. Fie Thomas,
you neuer askt me the question.
Don’t I now?
Ma. I but
you shud ha done that before now in private, Thomas.
matter Madge, we haue burst gold together, which
is all one.
Indeed and zo it is, but you that are so good a spokes-man, Thomas,
shud haue vttered your mind before now, must I guesse by your lookes
what shud zay? if thoult ha'me, chill haue thee Madge,
what shuds make many words of nothing, busse and the match is made.
Ruchard, gi'me thy vist. Take Doll Madge; and all friends.
my hand Ruchard, chill take thy part gainst this towne and the
thou zaist zo, chill take thine, and chill zo veeze
the Taylor of Amsburies coate at the next Wake.
enters a shepheard clad in a coate of freeze, and a
shepheadesse in the like manner, habited with broad hats on their
and hookes in their hands: To these Tom. Speakes
Wilkin, you come a day after the vaire, shud ha come
zooner man. Welcome Maull, Mastris Queene, you don’t know who
this Wilkin, or who this Maull is, chill tell you.
were vengeance in loue one with other, as might be my zell and Madge
all the world. Maull here had a very pestilence woman to her mother, as
might be Madges Dame, you know, Madge, your Dame is a
truly Thomas, that see is, as any in Wilshire
though I say it.
that Mother being a pestlence woman as I sed before,
wood by no meanes possible that these twaine loving wretches shud be
and wife together, cause Wilkin had not zheepe enough vorzooth, vor
mother was damnation couetous: Yet for all that Maull being a parlous
as you zee, stole from her mother, and clapt vp the match betweene um,
her mother being as ingrant of it as you are. Now all the parish
why she shud be led into a vooles paradise by him, you zee there are
in place be as proper as him zell every inch, but when all came to all,
she was led away with his singing vorzooth. Now to zay troth he zings
though hee bee nothing comparable to the Munstrell, that zung the zong
of Short-coate, when you were here last, vor all that you shall heare
zing a bomination vyne zong of his loue to Maull. Zing Wilkin,
weele get leaue to stay zo long: What che thinke thou wants a Viddle,
vetch thee a Viddle man, if there be a Viddle in the house.
goes in, and brings out a Theorbo.
Che can borrow no
Viddle but this, and heres one aumost as long as a May-pole;
prithee make zhift for once.
takes the Theorbo and sings.
weele take our leaues for this time, when you haue a
minde to more of this, tell but M. Yedward & weele come at a
Sh. Did not
you once, Lucinda, vow
loue none but me?
Lu. I, but my mother tells me now
I must loue
wealth, not thee.
Sh. 'Tis not
my fault my sheep are leane,
Lu. Nor mine,
I cannot loue so meane,
thy loue is in thy power,
Sheph: thinke how great my dowre
Sh. Ah me: Lu:
Sh: mock you my greife?
Lu: I pitty thy hard fate.
Sh. Pitty for loue is poore releife,
choose thy hate.
Lu: But I
loue thee; Sh: no, Lu: beleiue,
it with a kisse,
And giue thee
no more cause to greiue,
thou find'st in this.
Sh: Lu: Be
witnesse then you Powers aboue,
And by these
Let it appeare that truest loue
Growes not from wealth, or lands.
After the song.
Compartiment was written,
scene changing into a well ordered Campe, in which were
seene seuerall tents, carriages, all kind of warlike ammunition, and a
trench cast round about it, from thence comes forth a Captaine
in a Souldiers habit, after the old British fashion taken from
the Romans, which was a short Coat reaching almost to his
in scales, and on his head a Petasus, buskins or short Bootes
his legs; after him entered a Druyd, which was the Preist
of the ancient Britaines, attired in a Robe of crimson Taffita,
and a Garland on his head. The Captaine first entering speakes thus.
Rally my troups, & see that every Cap.
Maintaine his charg. We will remoue to night
With our whole force! Doe you think Sr Priest
A Prince of so great hopes, & power as ours
Shall tamely like a Iustice in the Country
With a few meager Druyds, & poore Squires
Enter on his designe.
Why, what designe.
That needs your ragged Army to aduance it?
Consisting of so many hungry soules
That gape for prey, iust as death gapes for thee.
are braue fellowes Priest, take heed they heare
Tis not your coat or office can protect you,
Profane & holy, nothing comes amisse
To them, that can inrich um; take you heed,
They hear that you are rich.
And these are fit
At this speech
of the Druyd, the Priests of Apollo enter,
habited after the ancient manner, in long robes of several color'd
They sing this following song, wher ein they attribute the taming of
Souldiours fiercenesse to the Queenes presence.
To guard a Prince?
Why? who can doe it better
this occasion too?
Yes! for you know we are
To enter on the Country of another
From whom though we deriue our selues, we know not
What greeting to expect.
Indeed you doe
Take the right way to find an entertainment
Worthy your paines, that on a peacefull kingdome
Will bring such Harpies. Sure you must haue heard
That this great king, to whom we now addresse vs
Is such a one, as by his famed deeds
Poizes the world about him, whil'st he stands
Vnmou'd in a firme peace of his owne mind,
As well of his kingdome.
Well, what of that?
Should we come as suppliants to learne
The way, to set our Prince on th'head of fortune
Or humane blisse, to make him of himselfe
Depend, & not of others, bring such Theeues
As yours to spoile his Country?
Ha's he not counsell of his owne at home?
Let him advize with vs, & we will shew him
A neerer way how to be absolute;
'Tis but reseruing a convenient Guard,
Some certaine thousands of vs 'bout his person
The thing is done, giue vs but pay enough
Weele warrant him, he shall doe what he list.
This counsell fits a Souldiour to giue,
Not him to take, if he heare vs, weele tell him,
A certaine truth, that he which rules ore slaues
Is not so great as he thats king of freemen:
O to commaund the wils of subjects, rather
Then bodies, is an Empire truely sacred,
And the next way to rule in heauen it selfe!
Well Priest, I will not loose the pay and spoyle
That I shall get in this one expedition
For all your tedious learning.
that's your end
For if you look'd at honour, you would know
He that kils men for money, does no better
Then common Hang-men, perhaps he does worse.
Perswade vs to be Cowards, doe, but they
That did precede you, those braue ancient Druyds
Did not alone instruct vs, that to dye
Was but the midle space of future life,
And that whoeuer dy'd for's country fighting
His soule did enter into some great Prince,
As a soule fit to rule, that knew to fight;
But would themselues be present 'mongst the formost.
would we still, if the same cause provoke vs.
We haue not now to deal with those grand Theeues
The Romans, who to draw in the next country
To their subiection would pretend a shew
Of Iustice, wch indeed was the highest wrong,
When they invaded vs, we all were ready
Not only to perswade; but act our selues,
But now the time is fit for other Counsells.
To heare this pratling, O thou God of warre,
Great father Mars, the first Progenitor
Of B R I T O M A R T, inspire him with a courage
That may extend his Armes, as farre as is
Or earth, or sea, that he may think this kingdome
As Alexander did the worlds, too streight to breath in.
Strike vp a warlike sound, & you my Souldiers
Come forth, and thinke of nothing but fresh booty.
But I will stay their fury. Great Apollo,
That know'st to heale wth thy sweet harmony
The fierce rude minds of men, as well as bodies
Wth thy try'd medicines shew thy power now,
Inspire thy Priests that may restraine this people,
Come forth you sacred Ministers of peace
And with your well tun'd Lutes and sweeter voice
Make this disordred route to learne some measure.
The Priests Song.
how sweet a Majesty
C H O R V S.
Temper'd with grace sits in your eye,
your sex, and state:
'Tis not enough that humane wills
Are led by yours to leaue their ills,
as if you were their Fate,
You will subdue a race of men,
Salvadge and fierce, come from their den.
they your face looke on,
But, as from thence you vertue spoke,
Their vntam'd wildnesse will be broke
measure, and proportion.
kind of manners should we then partake,
When you fierce natures kind and supple make?
Then rush in fiue totter'd Souldiours who begin wildly at
to dance; but conclude with a kinde of timorousnesse, and lay downe
weapons at the Queenes feete.
Their Dance ended
blowes, and a Post enters, who deliuers his message
after this manner, hauing first demanded in Welch, (which they say is
old British Language) where the King and Queene are; he
Here's no body
vnderstands me, neuer a true Britaine amongst you? I'le
try you in French, Messieurs ou est le Roy? Ou est la Royne?
that neither, I must speake your owne language I see? Pray tell me
is the King? which is the Queene? I come in hast, Post-hast. No? I'le
my chance for once; These paire looke like the best in the company,
aduenture vpon them. May it please both your Maiesties to vnderstand,
I my selfe, a certaine midling thing betweene a Spy, and a Courtier,
two parts British of mine owne country, foure French,
little Dutch: an admirable composition, part foole, part hardy,
to saue the charge of an Ambassadour, or rather the time he
take to furnish his liueries; am sent in most voluble Post language,
to demand safe conduct for my Master, the most potent Prince, of a
Gentleman, that your Maiesties kingdomes haue taken notice of,
Prince B R I T O M A R T. For he with some
nobility, little Cavalliers,
his perpetuall adherents is now vpon his way addressing himselfe
you; if you aske me how he comes, I answere after the French
or Post-horse, though he come afoot 'tis all one. Their Squires, or
rather, are come some halfe an houres journey behind, for so it was
fearefull Dwarfe did euer lag behind.
But by the way, I
am to signifie to you, Ladies, that you must not hope
to dance with him; Pray do'nt vrge him to't. Hee'le be angry if you
Now would I faine ingratiate my selfe a little with you, tell you his
aforehand, which is more indeed then an Ambassadour dares doe.
you promise me to say nothing? For all the great stirre, and the debate
of the Captaine, and the Druyd, he comes but to aske
blessing: but Mum: No words. If you discouer me, I shall loose
place, and my pay & be declared incapable, which is as much as to
me out of my nature, for it is more impossible for me to stand still,
a perpetuall motion, Tantost irg, Tantost la, pray dispatch
No? your silence I'le take for a grant, and Me voicy de retour.
returnes he meets with one in a formall garbe and habit of
a Spaniard, reading some paper of instructions, and speakes to him thus.
O sir, you might
ha sau'd your labour, your busines is happily dispatch't
to your hand, you stand so long on your Puntilioes, and formalities,
the course of busines may be turn'd three times before you enter on the
first. O hee's reading his instructions, and regards me not. He'le make
you fine sport anon. I'le steale by him, now I haue forestall'd his
and bequeath him to your laughter.
regarding him not pursues his intention of reading,
when on the suddaine the Violin playes a Pavin, at which amaz'd he
off reading, the Violin stops, and as soone as he falls to reading
it begins a Saraband, which makes him leasurely to take off his Rapier,
and his Cloake, and fold it vp gently, and in this measure to fall into
and he retired, the Chorus of Priests enter and call
forth Prince B R I T O M A R T, and
springing hopes of Armes and Arts,
Bound on a faire aduenture
To take your eyes, and wound your hearts,
Are ready now to enter.
When on a suddaine the Scene flew open, and fiue
Aduenturers were discouered afarre off, sitting on an arch Triumphant,
Prince B R I T O M A R T ouertopping
were all attired alike in a Warlike habit, after the Roman fashion, of
watchit and crimso Taffita, cut vpon siluer in scollops, the bases
the buskins of the same, and their caps after the manner of the Roman
Petasus, with great plumes in them.
They are called
forth by this song.
stay you there braue knights? descend!
of Priests retire, and the Knights moue in
And let these ladies see
The action that your lookes portend,
Which is loues Chiualry.
Why should you feare their eyes to meet?
You haue a sure defence,
That might a greater danger greet;
Your age, and Innocence.
first dance being ended, six Squires or Dwarfes come leaping
in, attir's in short coates of Taffita, bonnets of the same, with
round about them, bearing in their hands euery one their Knights or
sheild, whith their Impresa, or deuice, which in the conclusion
of this dance, they lay at the Queenes feete. Their devices
T H E P
R I N C E S.
The Sunne scarse
risen. Only peeping behind a mountaine, and shedding
light vpon the world.
conspectus illuminat orbem.
My L. DVKE of
welspread tree, and tall, blowne downe to the ground by a tempest,
out of it a streight young tree springing, ouer which a black cloud
and through that cloud the sunne breaking with his beames, and shining
vpon that young tree.
radiis sic iterum resurgam.
My L. FRANCIS
A square Altar
of greene turfe, vpon which is placed an heart crowned,
ouer against this Cupid with a bow in his hand broken with a
At the bottom of the Altar a shaft fastned as shot from the bow, and a
second shaft in the middle way betweene Cupid and the Altar,
flying towards it.
arcu huc destinatur.
My LORD of
An Altar of
stone, vpon it a burning heart, Cupid looking sadly
towards it, and putting vp his arrow in his quiuer, from the Altar to Cupid
Non tibi, sed
My L. CARR'S.
Princes Armes a Youth lying on the ground. the Sunne shining
on him through the feathers.
lucem non impedit vmbra.
A Cupid picking
feathers for his arrowes yet vnfeathered, out of the
Pinces Armes, a Youth opening his breast.
Hinc tibi pro
calamis si data pluma, feri.
retires, the Aduenturers dance their second dance, which
ended they returne to their seats, and the Scene chang'd into a
beautifull Temple, from whence issued the Chorus of Priests,
and sung this song of valediction.
The last Song.
the sad heauens, the Sunne once gone,
What plants, or the earth being widdow'd showes,
When warmth's shut vp, and nothing growes,
And is deny'd, the Elme, and Vine
When forc'd vnkindly to disioyne;
soule the body is,
at a parting kisse:
of Queenes, shall we to night
Be to our selues, and all the world,
When darknesse on this face is hurl'd,
vs withdraw your light,
VVhen no soule's left to animate
This earth, or growth to actuate,
liue, but what must burne
hearts, till you returne.
then for pitty hast you to come hither
Then was the
Curtain let fall, and this folly (as all others doe) had
consum'd it selfe, and left no impression in the spectators, or
had it not bin that much admiration was conceau'd at the great
and aptnesse of the PRINCE, who varying figures so often, was
farre from being out, that he was able to lead the rest.
To keepe these parts aliue, which else must wither.
and action (which grac'd the words) perform'd by my
Lord of Buckhurst, and M. Edward Sacvile, shew'd that
action, was not so much confin'd to the stage, but a Gentleman might
it, if not transcend it. The rest had it's support from the Musique,
prepar'd, and commended the numbers, to the eares of the Auditors, and
was excellently compos'd by Master Charles Coleman.
F I N I S.