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      <description><![CDATA["professed a soldier or a man at arms
as I am one deprived from the world
and from my Cradle Called to serve the Lord
I would with lance approve his title nought
and plead your Coronation with my sword
Canutus:
Stout-hearted Bishop spoken like a Man
would all the English lords were of thy
mind
South:
Am I not ready to defend your right
with force of arms as doth become a knight
Leofricke:
I never was slack or hindmost of the rest
but ever first and foremost with the best
Edricus
Had I not been a help unto your father
whenas he first arrived in Albion
you never had stood in question for the Crown
nor had your fathers wars so prospered
It was I that first did Counsel Egelred
to pay you tribute and to buy your league
whereby we emptied all the
treasury
and had not gold failed you had never been
king."
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      <description><![CDATA["professed a soldier or a man at arms
as I am one deprived from the world
and from my Cradle Called to serve the Lord
I would with lance approve his title nought
and plead your Coronation with my sword
Canutus:
Stout-hearted Bishop spoken like a Man
would all the English lords were of thy
mind
South:
Am I not ready to defend your right
with force of arms as doth become a knight
Leofricke:
I never was slack or hindmost of the rest
but ever first and foremost with the best
Edricus
Had I not been a help unto your father
whenas he first arrived in Albion
you never had stood in question for the Crown
nor had your fathers wars so prospered
It was I that first did Counsel Egelred
to pay you tribute and to buy your league
whereby we emptied all the
treasury
and had not gold failed you had never been
king."
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      <description><![CDATA["Who would excite the king
to Tyranny
against his Countrymen but only he
I am a Deign renowned Sovereign
you have experience of my loyalty
and that my Council is not mercenary
if I were wise enough to give advice
You should not prove a tyrant but a king
A Tyrant is abhorred of god and man
whenas a king loved and honoured
accountest thou Edricus the Saxons fools
or rather hardy wise and valorous
their names discover what their natures
are
more hard than stones and yet not stones indeed
In fight more than stones detesting
flight
in peace as soft as wax wise provident
witness the many Combats they have fought
Denmarke or Countries loss by them and theirs
with many other witnesses of worth
how often they have driven us to our shifts
and made us take the sea for our defence
when we in number have been
three to one
O you deceive yourself and eke the king
in wishing him so much against himself
recall the former perils we have past
whose dear-bought times are freshly yet in mind
The tyranny your father Swanus used
in tithing people, killing 9 of 10
what did ensue, why lose of many
holds
bloodshed and war, rebellion, sword, and fire:
for they are Englishmen, easy to rule
with lenity, so they be used like men
patient of right, impatient of wrong
brooking no tyranny in any
sort,
But hating and revenging it with death,
therefore I Counsel you, if it might stand
to wine their hearts, not by severity
but by your favour love and lenity
Canutus:
Good Vskataulf I allow your speech
and praise your Counsel by my own
Consent
I will endeavour to suppress my rage
and quench the burning Choler of my heart
which sometimes so inflames
my inward parts
as I fall out with my best loved friends
I will therefore so moderate myself
as Englishmen shall think me English
born
I will be mild and gentle to my foes
if gentleness Can win their stubborn hearts
But let us hence my Lords by
this the Earl
expects us at Southampton their
we will rest
till we Consult if peace or war be best
Exeunt omnes
Leofricke pulls Turkillus by the sleeve,
as hee is goeinge and stayes him:
Leofricke:
A word my lord
Turkillus:
So you use no blows:
Leofricke:
I think you noble, virtuous, secret, wise
else would I not have opened my intent
which doth so much
Concern or private good
to you in private so it is my
lord
I oft have noted your discontented gate
which measured by my own
do well declare
the mind that rules your body is not pleased
And since so sweet a Symphony
appears:
betwixt our body's, Discontent I Judge
our minds disturbance to be only one
Caused from the sad neglect of these strange Days
O what a grief is it to noble bloods
to see each base born groom promoted up
each dunghill brat arreared to dignity
each flatterer esteemed virtuous
When the true noble virtuous gentlemen
are scorned disgraced and held in obliquity
Base Edricus a traitor to his king
is held in honour, we two
trusty subjects
are feared, suspected and have liberty
only to live, yet not in liberty
for what is it but prisonment or worse
whenas our Children blood of our own blood
are kept Close prisoners pledges for our faiths
King Edmond who indeed is our true king
for good regard of merit and desert
for honour fame and true nobility
is rightly termed mirror of majesty
Canutus is a prudent noble prince
and lives to hear him Called so too too much
But I will tell you this as long as we
take part against our Sovereign Ironside
we are but traitors therefore ~~
Turkillus:
Stay noble Chester for I spy your drift
to heap as many titles on your
head
as you have poured on mine, were but your due
yet to Cut off such trotting thieves of time
I say Amen to your intention
which is to leave Canutus and his Court
and fly to Edmond our true lawful king
But lest you should suspect my secrecy
by being won so soon to your Device:
I here assure you that this very plot
hath long been hammering in my
troubled brain
and had not you prevented my intent
I should ere long have moved you herein
but what shall then become of our Two boys
who are our pledges they shall surely die
Leofricke:
Tut it is no matter if they die they die
they Cannot suffer in a better time
nor for a better Cause their Countries good
we gave them life for us
they shed their blood
Turkullus:
He that sent them Can send us
more again
then let us hence delay of time is
vain
Exeunt
Enter Edricus solus:
Edricus. /"
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      <description><![CDATA["I had a Navy once the time when it was
in Egelredus days your father living
with which I should have met you
on the sea
within the straits of England and I wist
had then no little vantage on your
ships
yet I as favouring your party most
gave way and let you land without
resistance
and for that fact rest foully scandalized."
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      <description><![CDATA["Cuntrymen:
Where is the king that he may right
our wrong
Canutus/
The king is here, who is it Calls the king
I am your king, speak gentle Countrymen
what lawless hand hath Done you injury
One of the Cuntry:
Renowned Canutus we are all Danes by birth
the remnant of thy needy followers
who when thy father lived, lived here
secure
and dwelt amongst the fattest of this land
we then did yoke the Saxons and Compelled
their stubborn necks to ear the fallow fields
We then did force them honour us as lords
and be our slaves our drudges and our dogs
But now I know not what the Cause should be
unless the instigation of their prince
young Ironside, or else their stubborn nature
They all rebel and with Conjoined force
assault us manly and from every part
of this perturbed Island banish us
we are not able to resist their
powers
but fall like leaves before the Northern wind
huge heaps of us lie dead in every place
and we unless you help shall all
be slain
All Crye:
Help, help Canutus help and succour us."
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      <description><![CDATA["Cuntrymen:
Where is the king that he may right
our wrong
Canutus/
The king is here, who is it Calls the king
I am your king, speak gentle Countrymen
what lawless hand hath Done you injury
One of the Cuntry:
Renowned Canutus we are all Danes by birth
the remnant of thy needy followers
who when thy father lived, lived here
secure
and dwelt amongst the fattest of this land
we then did yoke the Saxons and Compelled
their stubborn necks to ear the fallow fields
We then did force them honour us as lords
and be our slaves our drudges and our dogs
But now I know not what the Cause should be
unless the instigation of their prince
young Ironside, or else their stubborn nature
They all rebel and with Conjoined force
assault us manly and from every part
of this perturbed Island banish us
we are not able to resist their
powers
but fall like leaves before the Northern wind
huge heaps of us lie dead in every place
and we unless you help shall all
be slain
All Crye:
Help, help Canutus help and succour us."
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      <description><![CDATA["Who would excite the king
to Tyranny
against his Countrymen but only he
I am a Deign renowned Sovereign
you have experience of my loyalty
and that my Council is not mercenary
if I were wise enough to give advice
You should not prove a tyrant but a king
A Tyrant is abhorred of god and man
whenas a king loved and honoured
accountest thou Edricus the Saxons fools
or rather hardy wise and valorous
their names discover what their natures
are
more hard than stones and yet not stones indeed
In fight more than stones detesting
flight
in peace as soft as wax wise provident
witness the many Combats they have fought
Denmarke or Countries loss by them and theirs
with many other witnesses of worth
how often they have driven us to our shifts
and made us take the sea for our defence
when we in number have been
three to one
O you deceive yourself and eke the king
in wishing him so much against himself
recall the former perils we have past
whose dear-bought times are freshly yet in mind
The tyranny your father Swanus used
in tithing people, killing 9 of 10
what did ensue, why lose of many
holds
bloodshed and war, rebellion, sword, and fire:
for they are Englishmen, easy to rule
with lenity, so they be used like men
patient of right, impatient of wrong
brooking no tyranny in any
sort,
But hating and revenging it with death,
therefore I Counsel you, if it might stand
to wine their hearts, not by severity
but by your favour love and lenity
Canutus:
Good Vskataulf I allow your speech
and praise your Counsel by my own
Consent
I will endeavour to suppress my rage
and quench the burning Choler of my heart
which sometimes so inflames
my inward parts
as I fall out with my best loved friends
I will therefore so moderate myself
as Englishmen shall think me English
born
I will be mild and gentle to my foes
if gentleness Can win their stubborn hearts
But let us hence my Lords by
this the Earl
expects us at Southampton their
we will rest
till we Consult if peace or war be best
Exeunt omnes
Leofricke pulls Turkillus by the sleeve,
as hee is goeinge and stayes him:
Leofricke:
A word my lord
Turkillus:
So you use no blows:
Leofricke:
I think you noble, virtuous, secret, wise
else would I not have opened my intent
which doth so much
Concern or private good
to you in private so it is my
lord
I oft have noted your discontented gate
which measured by my own
do well declare
the mind that rules your body is not pleased
And since so sweet a Symphony
appears:
betwixt our body's, Discontent I Judge
our minds disturbance to be only one
Caused from the sad neglect of these strange Days
O what a grief is it to noble bloods
to see each base born groom promoted up
each dunghill brat arreared to dignity
each flatterer esteemed virtuous
When the true noble virtuous gentlemen
are scorned disgraced and held in obliquity
Base Edricus a traitor to his king
is held in honour, we two
trusty subjects
are feared, suspected and have liberty
only to live, yet not in liberty
for what is it but prisonment or worse
whenas our Children blood of our own blood
are kept Close prisoners pledges for our faiths
King Edmond who indeed is our true king
for good regard of merit and desert
for honour fame and true nobility
is rightly termed mirror of majesty
Canutus is a prudent noble prince
and lives to hear him Called so too too much
But I will tell you this as long as we
take part against our Sovereign Ironside
we are but traitors therefore ~~
Turkillus:
Stay noble Chester for I spy your drift
to heap as many titles on your
head
as you have poured on mine, were but your due
yet to Cut off such trotting thieves of time
I say Amen to your intention
which is to leave Canutus and his Court
and fly to Edmond our true lawful king
But lest you should suspect my secrecy
by being won so soon to your Device:
I here assure you that this very plot
hath long been hammering in my
troubled brain
and had not you prevented my intent
I should ere long have moved you herein
but what shall then become of our Two boys
who are our pledges they shall surely die
Leofricke:
Tut it is no matter if they die they die
they Cannot suffer in a better time
nor for a better Cause their Countries good
we gave them life for us
they shed their blood
Turkullus:
He that sent them Can send us
more again
then let us hence delay of time is
vain
Exeunt
Enter Edricus solus:
Edricus. /"
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      <description><![CDATA["Who would excite the king
to Tyranny
against his Countrymen but only he
I am a Deign renowned Sovereign
you have experience of my loyalty
and that my Council is not mercenary
if I were wise enough to give advice
You should not prove a tyrant but a king
A Tyrant is abhorred of god and man
whenas a king loved and honoured
accountest thou Edricus the Saxons fools
or rather hardy wise and valorous
their names discover what their natures
are
more hard than stones and yet not stones indeed
In fight more than stones detesting
flight
in peace as soft as wax wise provident
witness the many Combats they have fought
Denmarke or Countries loss by them and theirs
with many other witnesses of worth
how often they have driven us to our shifts
and made us take the sea for our defence
when we in number have been
three to one
O you deceive yourself and eke the king
in wishing him so much against himself
recall the former perils we have past
whose dear-bought times are freshly yet in mind
The tyranny your father Swanus used
in tithing people, killing 9 of 10
what did ensue, why lose of many
holds
bloodshed and war, rebellion, sword, and fire:
for they are Englishmen, easy to rule
with lenity, so they be used like men
patient of right, impatient of wrong
brooking no tyranny in any
sort,
But hating and revenging it with death,
therefore I Counsel you, if it might stand
to wine their hearts, not by severity
but by your favour love and lenity
Canutus:
Good Vskataulf I allow your speech
and praise your Counsel by my own
Consent
I will endeavour to suppress my rage
and quench the burning Choler of my heart
which sometimes so inflames
my inward parts
as I fall out with my best loved friends
I will therefore so moderate myself
as Englishmen shall think me English
born
I will be mild and gentle to my foes
if gentleness Can win their stubborn hearts
But let us hence my Lords by
this the Earl
expects us at Southampton their
we will rest
till we Consult if peace or war be best
Exeunt omnes
Leofricke pulls Turkillus by the sleeve,
as hee is goeinge and stayes him:
Leofricke:
A word my lord
Turkillus:
So you use no blows:
Leofricke:
I think you noble, virtuous, secret, wise
else would I not have opened my intent
which doth so much
Concern or private good
to you in private so it is my
lord
I oft have noted your discontented gate
which measured by my own
do well declare
the mind that rules your body is not pleased
And since so sweet a Symphony
appears:
betwixt our body's, Discontent I Judge
our minds disturbance to be only one
Caused from the sad neglect of these strange Days
O what a grief is it to noble bloods
to see each base born groom promoted up
each dunghill brat arreared to dignity
each flatterer esteemed virtuous
When the true noble virtuous gentlemen
are scorned disgraced and held in obliquity
Base Edricus a traitor to his king
is held in honour, we two
trusty subjects
are feared, suspected and have liberty
only to live, yet not in liberty
for what is it but prisonment or worse
whenas our Children blood of our own blood
are kept Close prisoners pledges for our faiths
King Edmond who indeed is our true king
for good regard of merit and desert
for honour fame and true nobility
is rightly termed mirror of majesty
Canutus is a prudent noble prince
and lives to hear him Called so too too much
But I will tell you this as long as we
take part against our Sovereign Ironside
we are but traitors therefore ~~
Turkillus:
Stay noble Chester for I spy your drift
to heap as many titles on your
head
as you have poured on mine, were but your due
yet to Cut off such trotting thieves of time
I say Amen to your intention
which is to leave Canutus and his Court
and fly to Edmond our true lawful king
But lest you should suspect my secrecy
by being won so soon to your Device:
I here assure you that this very plot
hath long been hammering in my
troubled brain
and had not you prevented my intent
I should ere long have moved you herein
but what shall then become of our Two boys
who are our pledges they shall surely die
Leofricke:
Tut it is no matter if they die they die
they Cannot suffer in a better time
nor for a better Cause their Countries good
we gave them life for us
they shed their blood
Turkullus:
He that sent them Can send us
more again
then let us hence delay of time is
vain
Exeunt
Enter Edricus solus:
Edricus. /"
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      <description><![CDATA["Who would excite the king
to Tyranny
against his Countrymen but only he
I am a Deign renowned Sovereign
you have experience of my loyalty
and that my Council is not mercenary
if I were wise enough to give advice
You should not prove a tyrant but a king
A Tyrant is abhorred of god and man
whenas a king loved and honoured
accountest thou Edricus the Saxons fools
or rather hardy wise and valorous
their names discover what their natures
are
more hard than stones and yet not stones indeed
In fight more than stones detesting
flight
in peace as soft as wax wise provident
witness the many Combats they have fought
Denmarke or Countries loss by them and theirs
with many other witnesses of worth
how often they have driven us to our shifts
and made us take the sea for our defence
when we in number have been
three to one
O you deceive yourself and eke the king
in wishing him so much against himself
recall the former perils we have past
whose dear-bought times are freshly yet in mind
The tyranny your father Swanus used
in tithing people, killing 9 of 10
what did ensue, why lose of many
holds
bloodshed and war, rebellion, sword, and fire:
for they are Englishmen, easy to rule
with lenity, so they be used like men
patient of right, impatient of wrong
brooking no tyranny in any
sort,
But hating and revenging it with death,
therefore I Counsel you, if it might stand
to wine their hearts, not by severity
but by your favour love and lenity
Canutus:
Good Vskataulf I allow your speech
and praise your Counsel by my own
Consent
I will endeavour to suppress my rage
and quench the burning Choler of my heart
which sometimes so inflames
my inward parts
as I fall out with my best loved friends
I will therefore so moderate myself
as Englishmen shall think me English
born
I will be mild and gentle to my foes
if gentleness Can win their stubborn hearts
But let us hence my Lords by
this the Earl
expects us at Southampton their
we will rest
till we Consult if peace or war be best
Exeunt omnes
Leofricke pulls Turkillus by the sleeve,
as hee is goeinge and stayes him:
Leofricke:
A word my lord
Turkillus:
So you use no blows:
Leofricke:
I think you noble, virtuous, secret, wise
else would I not have opened my intent
which doth so much
Concern or private good
to you in private so it is my
lord
I oft have noted your discontented gate
which measured by my own
do well declare
the mind that rules your body is not pleased
And since so sweet a Symphony
appears:
betwixt our body's, Discontent I Judge
our minds disturbance to be only one
Caused from the sad neglect of these strange Days
O what a grief is it to noble bloods
to see each base born groom promoted up
each dunghill brat arreared to dignity
each flatterer esteemed virtuous
When the true noble virtuous gentlemen
are scorned disgraced and held in obliquity
Base Edricus a traitor to his king
is held in honour, we two
trusty subjects
are feared, suspected and have liberty
only to live, yet not in liberty
for what is it but prisonment or worse
whenas our Children blood of our own blood
are kept Close prisoners pledges for our faiths
King Edmond who indeed is our true king
for good regard of merit and desert
for honour fame and true nobility
is rightly termed mirror of majesty
Canutus is a prudent noble prince
and lives to hear him Called so too too much
But I will tell you this as long as we
take part against our Sovereign Ironside
we are but traitors therefore ~~
Turkillus:
Stay noble Chester for I spy your drift
to heap as many titles on your
head
as you have poured on mine, were but your due
yet to Cut off such trotting thieves of time
I say Amen to your intention
which is to leave Canutus and his Court
and fly to Edmond our true lawful king
But lest you should suspect my secrecy
by being won so soon to your Device:
I here assure you that this very plot
hath long been hammering in my
troubled brain
and had not you prevented my intent
I should ere long have moved you herein
but what shall then become of our Two boys
who are our pledges they shall surely die
Leofricke:
Tut it is no matter if they die they die
they Cannot suffer in a better time
nor for a better Cause their Countries good
we gave them life for us
they shed their blood
Turkullus:
He that sent them Can send us
more again
then let us hence delay of time is
vain
Exeunt
Enter Edricus solus:
Edricus. /"
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      <description><![CDATA["Who would excite the king
to Tyranny
against his Countrymen but only he
I am a Deign renowned Sovereign
you have experience of my loyalty
and that my Council is not mercenary
if I were wise enough to give advice
You should not prove a tyrant but a king
A Tyrant is abhorred of god and man
whenas a king loved and honoured
accountest thou Edricus the Saxons fools
or rather hardy wise and valorous
their names discover what their natures
are
more hard than stones and yet not stones indeed
In fight more than stones detesting
flight
in peace as soft as wax wise provident
witness the many Combats they have fought
Denmarke or Countries loss by them and theirs
with many other witnesses of worth
how often they have driven us to our shifts
and made us take the sea for our defence
when we in number have been
three to one
O you deceive yourself and eke the king
in wishing him so much against himself
recall the former perils we have past
whose dear-bought times are freshly yet in mind
The tyranny your father Swanus used
in tithing people, killing 9 of 10
what did ensue, why lose of many
holds
bloodshed and war, rebellion, sword, and fire:
for they are Englishmen, easy to rule
with lenity, so they be used like men
patient of right, impatient of wrong
brooking no tyranny in any
sort,
But hating and revenging it with death,
therefore I Counsel you, if it might stand
to wine their hearts, not by severity
but by your favour love and lenity
Canutus:
Good Vskataulf I allow your speech
and praise your Counsel by my own
Consent
I will endeavour to suppress my rage
and quench the burning Choler of my heart
which sometimes so inflames
my inward parts
as I fall out with my best loved friends
I will therefore so moderate myself
as Englishmen shall think me English
born
I will be mild and gentle to my foes
if gentleness Can win their stubborn hearts
But let us hence my Lords by
this the Earl
expects us at Southampton their
we will rest
till we Consult if peace or war be best
Exeunt omnes
Leofricke pulls Turkillus by the sleeve,
as hee is goeinge and stayes him:
Leofricke:
A word my lord
Turkillus:
So you use no blows:
Leofricke:
I think you noble, virtuous, secret, wise
else would I not have opened my intent
which doth so much
Concern or private good
to you in private so it is my
lord
I oft have noted your discontented gate
which measured by my own
do well declare
the mind that rules your body is not pleased
And since so sweet a Symphony
appears:
betwixt our body's, Discontent I Judge
our minds disturbance to be only one
Caused from the sad neglect of these strange Days
O what a grief is it to noble bloods
to see each base born groom promoted up
each dunghill brat arreared to dignity
each flatterer esteemed virtuous
When the true noble virtuous gentlemen
are scorned disgraced and held in obliquity
Base Edricus a traitor to his king
is held in honour, we two
trusty subjects
are feared, suspected and have liberty
only to live, yet not in liberty
for what is it but prisonment or worse
whenas our Children blood of our own blood
are kept Close prisoners pledges for our faiths
King Edmond who indeed is our true king
for good regard of merit and desert
for honour fame and true nobility
is rightly termed mirror of majesty
Canutus is a prudent noble prince
and lives to hear him Called so too too much
But I will tell you this as long as we
take part against our Sovereign Ironside
we are but traitors therefore ~~
Turkillus:
Stay noble Chester for I spy your drift
to heap as many titles on your
head
as you have poured on mine, were but your due
yet to Cut off such trotting thieves of time
I say Amen to your intention
which is to leave Canutus and his Court
and fly to Edmond our true lawful king
But lest you should suspect my secrecy
by being won so soon to your Device:
I here assure you that this very plot
hath long been hammering in my
troubled brain
and had not you prevented my intent
I should ere long have moved you herein
but what shall then become of our Two boys
who are our pledges they shall surely die
Leofricke:
Tut it is no matter if they die they die
they Cannot suffer in a better time
nor for a better Cause their Countries good
we gave them life for us
they shed their blood
Turkullus:
He that sent them Can send us
more again
then let us hence delay of time is
vain
Exeunt
Enter Edricus solus:
Edricus. /"
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      <description><![CDATA["Who would excite the king
to Tyranny
against his Countrymen but only he
I am a Deign renowned Sovereign
you have experience of my loyalty
and that my Council is not mercenary
if I were wise enough to give advice
You should not prove a tyrant but a king
A Tyrant is abhorred of god and man
whenas a king loved and honoured
accountest thou Edricus the Saxons fools
or rather hardy wise and valorous
their names discover what their natures
are
more hard than stones and yet not stones indeed
In fight more than stones detesting
flight
in peace as soft as wax wise provident
witness the many Combats they have fought
Denmarke or Countries loss by them and theirs
with many other witnesses of worth
how often they have driven us to our shifts
and made us take the sea for our defence
when we in number have been
three to one
O you deceive yourself and eke the king
in wishing him so much against himself
recall the former perils we have past
whose dear-bought times are freshly yet in mind
The tyranny your father Swanus used
in tithing people, killing 9 of 10
what did ensue, why lose of many
holds
bloodshed and war, rebellion, sword, and fire:
for they are Englishmen, easy to rule
with lenity, so they be used like men
patient of right, impatient of wrong
brooking no tyranny in any
sort,
But hating and revenging it with death,
therefore I Counsel you, if it might stand
to wine their hearts, not by severity
but by your favour love and lenity
Canutus:
Good Vskataulf I allow your speech
and praise your Counsel by my own
Consent
I will endeavour to suppress my rage
and quench the burning Choler of my heart
which sometimes so inflames
my inward parts
as I fall out with my best loved friends
I will therefore so moderate myself
as Englishmen shall think me English
born
I will be mild and gentle to my foes
if gentleness Can win their stubborn hearts
But let us hence my Lords by
this the Earl
expects us at Southampton their
we will rest
till we Consult if peace or war be best
Exeunt omnes
Leofricke pulls Turkillus by the sleeve,
as hee is goeinge and stayes him:
Leofricke:
A word my lord
Turkillus:
So you use no blows:
Leofricke:
I think you noble, virtuous, secret, wise
else would I not have opened my intent
which doth so much
Concern or private good
to you in private so it is my
lord
I oft have noted your discontented gate
which measured by my own
do well declare
the mind that rules your body is not pleased
And since so sweet a Symphony
appears:
betwixt our body's, Discontent I Judge
our minds disturbance to be only one
Caused from the sad neglect of these strange Days
O what a grief is it to noble bloods
to see each base born groom promoted up
each dunghill brat arreared to dignity
each flatterer esteemed virtuous
When the true noble virtuous gentlemen
are scorned disgraced and held in obliquity
Base Edricus a traitor to his king
is held in honour, we two
trusty subjects
are feared, suspected and have liberty
only to live, yet not in liberty
for what is it but prisonment or worse
whenas our Children blood of our own blood
are kept Close prisoners pledges for our faiths
King Edmond who indeed is our true king
for good regard of merit and desert
for honour fame and true nobility
is rightly termed mirror of majesty
Canutus is a prudent noble prince
and lives to hear him Called so too too much
But I will tell you this as long as we
take part against our Sovereign Ironside
we are but traitors therefore ~~
Turkillus:
Stay noble Chester for I spy your drift
to heap as many titles on your
head
as you have poured on mine, were but your due
yet to Cut off such trotting thieves of time
I say Amen to your intention
which is to leave Canutus and his Court
and fly to Edmond our true lawful king
But lest you should suspect my secrecy
by being won so soon to your Device:
I here assure you that this very plot
hath long been hammering in my
troubled brain
and had not you prevented my intent
I should ere long have moved you herein
but what shall then become of our Two boys
who are our pledges they shall surely die
Leofricke:
Tut it is no matter if they die they die
they Cannot suffer in a better time
nor for a better Cause their Countries good
we gave them life for us
they shed their blood
Turkullus:
He that sent them Can send us
more again
then let us hence delay of time is
vain
Exeunt
Enter Edricus solus:
Edricus. /"
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      <styleUrl>#TLCMapStyle</styleUrl>
      <description><![CDATA["Who would excite the king
to Tyranny
against his Countrymen but only he
I am a Deign renowned Sovereign
you have experience of my loyalty
and that my Council is not mercenary
if I were wise enough to give advice
You should not prove a tyrant but a king
A Tyrant is abhorred of god and man
whenas a king loved and honoured
accountest thou Edricus the Saxons fools
or rather hardy wise and valorous
their names discover what their natures
are
more hard than stones and yet not stones indeed
In fight more than stones detesting
flight
in peace as soft as wax wise provident
witness the many Combats they have fought
Denmarke or Countries loss by them and theirs
with many other witnesses of worth
how often they have driven us to our shifts
and made us take the sea for our defence
when we in number have been
three to one
O you deceive yourself and eke the king
in wishing him so much against himself
recall the former perils we have past
whose dear-bought times are freshly yet in mind
The tyranny your father Swanus used
in tithing people, killing 9 of 10
what did ensue, why lose of many
holds
bloodshed and war, rebellion, sword, and fire:
for they are Englishmen, easy to rule
with lenity, so they be used like men
patient of right, impatient of wrong
brooking no tyranny in any
sort,
But hating and revenging it with death,
therefore I Counsel you, if it might stand
to wine their hearts, not by severity
but by your favour love and lenity
Canutus:
Good Vskataulf I allow your speech
and praise your Counsel by my own
Consent
I will endeavour to suppress my rage
and quench the burning Choler of my heart
which sometimes so inflames
my inward parts
as I fall out with my best loved friends
I will therefore so moderate myself
as Englishmen shall think me English
born
I will be mild and gentle to my foes
if gentleness Can win their stubborn hearts
But let us hence my Lords by
this the Earl
expects us at Southampton their
we will rest
till we Consult if peace or war be best
Exeunt omnes
Leofricke pulls Turkillus by the sleeve,
as hee is goeinge and stayes him:
Leofricke:
A word my lord
Turkillus:
So you use no blows:
Leofricke:
I think you noble, virtuous, secret, wise
else would I not have opened my intent
which doth so much
Concern or private good
to you in private so it is my
lord
I oft have noted your discontented gate
which measured by my own
do well declare
the mind that rules your body is not pleased
And since so sweet a Symphony
appears:
betwixt our body's, Discontent I Judge
our minds disturbance to be only one
Caused from the sad neglect of these strange Days
O what a grief is it to noble bloods
to see each base born groom promoted up
each dunghill brat arreared to dignity
each flatterer esteemed virtuous
When the true noble virtuous gentlemen
are scorned disgraced and held in obliquity
Base Edricus a traitor to his king
is held in honour, we two
trusty subjects
are feared, suspected and have liberty
only to live, yet not in liberty
for what is it but prisonment or worse
whenas our Children blood of our own blood
are kept Close prisoners pledges for our faiths
King Edmond who indeed is our true king
for good regard of merit and desert
for honour fame and true nobility
is rightly termed mirror of majesty
Canutus is a prudent noble prince
and lives to hear him Called so too too much
But I will tell you this as long as we
take part against our Sovereign Ironside
we are but traitors therefore ~~
Turkillus:
Stay noble Chester for I spy your drift
to heap as many titles on your
head
as you have poured on mine, were but your due
yet to Cut off such trotting thieves of time
I say Amen to your intention
which is to leave Canutus and his Court
and fly to Edmond our true lawful king
But lest you should suspect my secrecy
by being won so soon to your Device:
I here assure you that this very plot
hath long been hammering in my
troubled brain
and had not you prevented my intent
I should ere long have moved you herein
but what shall then become of our Two boys
who are our pledges they shall surely die
Leofricke:
Tut it is no matter if they die they die
they Cannot suffer in a better time
nor for a better Cause their Countries good
we gave them life for us
they shed their blood
Turkullus:
He that sent them Can send us
more again
then let us hence delay of time is
vain
Exeunt
Enter Edricus solus:
Edricus. /"
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      <description><![CDATA["if chance he proffer any Courtesy
behave yourself in honourable sort
and answer him with modesty and mirth
A means may be to make thee Queen
Canutus:
What is your daughter come, welcome fair
lady
your presence is as welcome as the day
after A long and weary watchful night
sit down fair lady sit down noble lord
fill me a Cup of wine here is to
the health
of Ironside and all his followers
who will pledge me
Egina:
Pardon your hand maid and Egina will
Canutus
Wilt pledge me to the health of Ironside
what reason moves you so to fancy him
Egina
The good regard I bear your Majesty
for should he die before these wars
were done
and you have finished strife through victory
some other CADMVS bird worse than himself
might hap to broach some new Commotion
and trouble all the state with mutinies
where if he lives till
you have Conquered him
none after him dares renovate the wars
Canutus:
Sweetly and wisely answered noble Queen
for by that name if heaven and thou Consent
by sunset all the Camp shall wish thee health
my lord what say you to this motion
South:
As it shall pleas your Royal Majesty
dispose of me and whatsoever is
mine
Canutus:
Madam pleaseth it you to be A Queen
Egina
What my dread Sovereign, if my father wills
I dare not nay I will not Contradict
Canutus:
Then for a manual seal receive this kiss
he kesseth her
the Chief dumb utterer of the hearts intent
and noble father, now I will Call you so
if this rash-seeming match do like you well
deliver me possession presently
of this fair lady, your beloved child
and we will straight to church and Celebrate
the duties which belong to Marriages
Bishop of Canterbury you will marry us
without the sibert asking will ye not
Arch: B:
I am prepared if every part be pleased
Canutus:
faith I am pleased
Arch: B:
But what say you
Egina:
I say a Woman's silence is Consent
Canutus:
Why here is a match ex tempore small
ado
about a weighty matter, some perhaps
would have Consumed millions to effect
what I by some spent breath have Compassed
Lords let us in for I intend
to be
espoused tonight with all solemnity
after our marriage we do
mean to go
to meet in open field our open foe
Exeunt omnes
Enter Edricke a poore man his wife and Stich:
Edric:
Nay Stich if you once see my son you will swear he is
a bouncer, all in silks and gold vengeable rich
Stich:
How say you that
Wife:
I Can tell you, you may bless the day that ever you
happed in to his service, he is a man
every hairs breadth ~~
a most vild brave man in faith:
Stich:
Then we shall be well met for I love bravery and
cleanliness out of all cry and indeed of all things I
cannot brooke an ill-favoured face hang him that wants
a good face
Edric:
you are of my mind we may say a Pox of all good
faces and never hurt our own
Stich:
We may indeed god be praised but what house is this
how far off are we from Southampton:
Wife:
why we are in the Town the king Canutus lies here
now, and my son is here and all our neighbours will be here
today, at the bridal for alms
Enter Edricus
Edricus:
Whoso desires to mount a lofty pitch
must bear himself against the stubborn wind
and shun base Common popularity:
Stich:
who is this:
wife:
O it is my son, make
ye handsome, tie your garters for shame
wipe your shoes, mend your shirt-band:
Edric:
O let me go to him first, God save ye son
Edricus:
A pox upon him it is the knave my
father
good fellow hast thou any suite to us
deliver up thy Supplication
Edricke:
O Sir ye know me well enough I am goodman Edricke
your father
us:
My father grout head sir knave I say you
lie
you whoreson Cuckold you base vagabond you slave
you mongrel peasant dolt and fool, canst thou not know
a Duke from common men
Wife:
By my troth I learned him all these names to call his father
when he was a child, and see if he can forget them yet
O he is a wise man, for in faith my
husband is none
of his father, for indeed a soldier bigot him of me
as I went once to a fair, But son know ye me
Edricus:
Thee old hag, witch, quean slut drab, whore
and thief, how should I know the black Egyptian:
Wife:
This is his old tricks husband, Come, Come, son I am sure, ye know me
Edricus:
Aye if not too well,
wherefore comes yon sheep-biter, you sir knave
you are my brother are ye not I pray
Stich:
No sir if it like ye
Edricus:
It likes me very well, what is your name,
wherefore Came ye hither:
Wife:
His name is Stich my son, we
Came with him
to help him to your service
Edricus:
You answer for him gossip, wants he tongue
Stich:
No sir, I have tongue enough if that be good
hee shewes his tongue
Edricus:
What Can ye do
Stich:
Anything, dress a horse, scour a Chamber pot, go to
plough, Thrash, Dicke, and indeed what not:
Edricus:
Canst make clean shoes
Stich:
Who I. it is part of my occupation,
you wine my heart."
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      <description><![CDATA["What shall I think of him that means to beg
and Can thus finely live upon his
wit
I was as mean as any basely born
fie say not so it will discredit thee
Tut no man here is me I but think not so
for it will make thy peacocks
plumes fall down
if one such abject thought posse thy mind
it is strange to see how I am favoured
posses thy dukedom and Canutus grace
and am the Chief of all his Counsellors
whenas my betters are exiled the
Court
being discountenanced and out of grace
They Cannot so dissemble as I Can
Cloak, Cousin, Cog and flatter with the king
Crouch and seem Courteous promise and protest
say much do nought in all things use
deceit
tell troth to no man Carry tales abroad
whisper Close secretes in the giddy air
be as a news monger feed the king with soothes
please all men's humours with humility
which he must do that is a Courtier
and minds to keep in favour with the king
he that had hard my story from the end
how many treasons I have practised
how many vild things I have brought to pass
and what great wonders have been Compassed
by this deep reaching pate would think I wist
I had been bound apprentice to deceit
and from my birth day studied villainy
I understand prince Edmondes up in arms
lays hold upon occasions sluggish lock
And whilst Canutus here securely sleeps
he wines with ease what we with pain have got
Mass if he do and
fortune favour him
I will so work as I will
be in his grace
and keep my living and myself unhurt
But if Canutus Chance to gain a gain
then I am his for I Can gloss with all
And yet indeed to say the very troth
rather of both I love Canutus best
for Edmonds father first did raise me up
and from a Ploughman's son promoted me
to be a duke for all my villainy
and so as often as I look on him
I must remember what he did for me
and whence I did decent, and what I am
which thoughts abase my state most abjectly
Therefore I hate him, and desire his death
and will procure his end in what I can
But for Canutus he doth honour me
because he knows not whence I did
descend
Therefore of the Two I love Canutus best
yet I Can play an Ambidexter's part
and swear I love, yet hate him with my heart
Exit
Enter Edmond and Alfricke the
generall vnder the kinge:
Edmond
But are ye sure my Lord that all is fit
are all my soldiers furnished for this war
what have they meat and drink to their Content
do not the Captains pince them of their
pay
Alfric
Assure your Majesty my Care is such
as I do daily oversee them all
and Cause the meanest soldier to be served
and have his fill of meat and drink that is good
without Controlment Check or menaces
for the only means to mare a soldiers fight
pinch him of meat and pay and pinch his might
Edmond
Then do ye well for I am of this mind
he that for private base Commodity
will starve his soldiers or keep back their pay
he that to deck himself in gorgeous tire
will see his men go naked, die for Cold
is a plain Cutthroat to the Commonwealth
A worthy Captain seeing a tall soldier
march barefoot halting plucked off his own shows
and gave them to the soldier, saying fellow
when I want shoes, then give me these
again
But Captains nowadays
pluck off their soldiers shoes nay sell their lives
to make them rich and gallant to the eye
but soft what are yon Two strangers
Enter Turkullus and
Leofricke
Turkullus:
We are rebellious traitors to your grace:
they kneell
born Englishmen but strangers to ourselves
who in remorse of Conscience knowing well
we have in taking part with
Danish Canutus
deserved, death come of our own free wills
either to suffer for our heinous facts
or else embrace our pardons which we crave
even as hereafter we shall merit it
Edmond
Rise up Turkullus, Leofricke arise
give me your hands and with your hands your hearts
I more esteem the life of one True subject
than the destruction of a Thousand foes
One sheep that was lost I more rejoice to find
than Twenty other which I never
missed
A friend of whose return I stood in doubt
is more welcome to me than forty
other
O that when Strangers cannot Conquer us
we should Conspire with them
against ourselves
England if ever war thy face doth spoil
thank not thy outward foe but inward friend
for thou shalt never perish till that day
when thy right hand shall make thy heart
away
go in brave lords your sight doth me
more joy
than Agamemnon when he Conquered
Troye
Exeunt eos
Act 2dus
The Drumme and Trumpetts sound
Enter wth a banquet: Then Enter
Canutus South: Arch: Bish: Vskataulf and Swetho Edricus:
Canutus:
My lord My lord you are too bountiful
half this expense would well have satisfied
the homely stomachs of our soldiers
and entertained ourself right royally
where is your Daughter
South:
She shall give attendance, to wait upon
your grace at diner time
Canutus:
Nay good my lord unless you give her leave
to sit at board and find me Table talk
I shall not think myself a welcome guest
uth:
May I Crave pardon of your Majesty
my daughter being young in
years and manners
is far unfit to keep a Queens estate
Canutus:
I faith my lord you are too scrupulous
too unadvised too fearful without Cause
to stand upon such nice excuses
I love to see a Table furnished
and sure I will not sit till she Comes
in
South:
Egina daughter Come away sweet girl
Enter Egina
the king will have thee dine with
him today
be not too coy, nor yet too flexible."
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and Can thus finely live upon his
wit
I was as mean as any basely born
fie say not so it will discredit thee
Tut no man here is me I but think not so
for it will make thy peacocks
plumes fall down
if one such abject thought posse thy mind
it is strange to see how I am favoured
posses thy dukedom and Canutus grace
and am the Chief of all his Counsellors
whenas my betters are exiled the
Court
being discountenanced and out of grace
They Cannot so dissemble as I Can
Cloak, Cousin, Cog and flatter with the king
Crouch and seem Courteous promise and protest
say much do nought in all things use
deceit
tell troth to no man Carry tales abroad
whisper Close secretes in the giddy air
be as a news monger feed the king with soothes
please all men's humours with humility
which he must do that is a Courtier
and minds to keep in favour with the king
he that had hard my story from the end
how many treasons I have practised
how many vild things I have brought to pass
and what great wonders have been Compassed
by this deep reaching pate would think I wist
I had been bound apprentice to deceit
and from my birth day studied villainy
I understand prince Edmondes up in arms
lays hold upon occasions sluggish lock
And whilst Canutus here securely sleeps
he wines with ease what we with pain have got
Mass if he do and
fortune favour him
I will so work as I will
be in his grace
and keep my living and myself unhurt
But if Canutus Chance to gain a gain
then I am his for I Can gloss with all
And yet indeed to say the very troth
rather of both I love Canutus best
for Edmonds father first did raise me up
and from a Ploughman's son promoted me
to be a duke for all my villainy
and so as often as I look on him
I must remember what he did for me
and whence I did decent, and what I am
which thoughts abase my state most abjectly
Therefore I hate him, and desire his death
and will procure his end in what I can
But for Canutus he doth honour me
because he knows not whence I did
descend
Therefore of the Two I love Canutus best
yet I Can play an Ambidexter's part
and swear I love, yet hate him with my heart
Exit
Enter Edmond and Alfricke the
generall vnder the kinge:
Edmond
But are ye sure my Lord that all is fit
are all my soldiers furnished for this war
what have they meat and drink to their Content
do not the Captains pince them of their
pay
Alfric
Assure your Majesty my Care is such
as I do daily oversee them all
and Cause the meanest soldier to be served
and have his fill of meat and drink that is good
without Controlment Check or menaces
for the only means to mare a soldiers fight
pinch him of meat and pay and pinch his might
Edmond
Then do ye well for I am of this mind
he that for private base Commodity
will starve his soldiers or keep back their pay
he that to deck himself in gorgeous tire
will see his men go naked, die for Cold
is a plain Cutthroat to the Commonwealth
A worthy Captain seeing a tall soldier
march barefoot halting plucked off his own shows
and gave them to the soldier, saying fellow
when I want shoes, then give me these
again
But Captains nowadays
pluck off their soldiers shoes nay sell their lives
to make them rich and gallant to the eye
but soft what are yon Two strangers
Enter Turkullus and
Leofricke
Turkullus:
We are rebellious traitors to your grace:
they kneell
born Englishmen but strangers to ourselves
who in remorse of Conscience knowing well
we have in taking part with
Danish Canutus
deserved, death come of our own free wills
either to suffer for our heinous facts
or else embrace our pardons which we crave
even as hereafter we shall merit it
Edmond
Rise up Turkullus, Leofricke arise
give me your hands and with your hands your hearts
I more esteem the life of one True subject
than the destruction of a Thousand foes
One sheep that was lost I more rejoice to find
than Twenty other which I never
missed
A friend of whose return I stood in doubt
is more welcome to me than forty
other
O that when Strangers cannot Conquer us
we should Conspire with them
against ourselves
England if ever war thy face doth spoil
thank not thy outward foe but inward friend
for thou shalt never perish till that day
when thy right hand shall make thy heart
away
go in brave lords your sight doth me
more joy
than Agamemnon when he Conquered
Troye
Exeunt eos
Act 2dus
The Drumme and Trumpetts sound
Enter wth a banquet: Then Enter
Canutus South: Arch: Bish: Vskataulf and Swetho Edricus:
Canutus:
My lord My lord you are too bountiful
half this expense would well have satisfied
the homely stomachs of our soldiers
and entertained ourself right royally
where is your Daughter
South:
She shall give attendance, to wait upon
your grace at diner time
Canutus:
Nay good my lord unless you give her leave
to sit at board and find me Table talk
I shall not think myself a welcome guest
uth:
May I Crave pardon of your Majesty
my daughter being young in
years and manners
is far unfit to keep a Queens estate
Canutus:
I faith my lord you are too scrupulous
too unadvised too fearful without Cause
to stand upon such nice excuses
I love to see a Table furnished
and sure I will not sit till she Comes
in
South:
Egina daughter Come away sweet girl
Enter Egina
the king will have thee dine with
him today
be not too coy, nor yet too flexible."
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      <description><![CDATA["What shall I think of him that means to beg
and Can thus finely live upon his
wit
I was as mean as any basely born
fie say not so it will discredit thee
Tut no man here is me I but think not so
for it will make thy peacocks
plumes fall down
if one such abject thought posse thy mind
it is strange to see how I am favoured
posses thy dukedom and Canutus grace
and am the Chief of all his Counsellors
whenas my betters are exiled the
Court
being discountenanced and out of grace
They Cannot so dissemble as I Can
Cloak, Cousin, Cog and flatter with the king
Crouch and seem Courteous promise and protest
say much do nought in all things use
deceit
tell troth to no man Carry tales abroad
whisper Close secretes in the giddy air
be as a news monger feed the king with soothes
please all men's humours with humility
which he must do that is a Courtier
and minds to keep in favour with the king
he that had hard my story from the end
how many treasons I have practised
how many vild things I have brought to pass
and what great wonders have been Compassed
by this deep reaching pate would think I wist
I had been bound apprentice to deceit
and from my birth day studied villainy
I understand prince Edmondes up in arms
lays hold upon occasions sluggish lock
And whilst Canutus here securely sleeps
he wines with ease what we with pain have got
Mass if he do and
fortune favour him
I will so work as I will
be in his grace
and keep my living and myself unhurt
But if Canutus Chance to gain a gain
then I am his for I Can gloss with all
And yet indeed to say the very troth
rather of both I love Canutus best
for Edmonds father first did raise me up
and from a Ploughman's son promoted me
to be a duke for all my villainy
and so as often as I look on him
I must remember what he did for me
and whence I did decent, and what I am
which thoughts abase my state most abjectly
Therefore I hate him, and desire his death
and will procure his end in what I can
But for Canutus he doth honour me
because he knows not whence I did
descend
Therefore of the Two I love Canutus best
yet I Can play an Ambidexter's part
and swear I love, yet hate him with my heart
Exit
Enter Edmond and Alfricke the
generall vnder the kinge:
Edmond
But are ye sure my Lord that all is fit
are all my soldiers furnished for this war
what have they meat and drink to their Content
do not the Captains pince them of their
pay
Alfric
Assure your Majesty my Care is such
as I do daily oversee them all
and Cause the meanest soldier to be served
and have his fill of meat and drink that is good
without Controlment Check or menaces
for the only means to mare a soldiers fight
pinch him of meat and pay and pinch his might
Edmond
Then do ye well for I am of this mind
he that for private base Commodity
will starve his soldiers or keep back their pay
he that to deck himself in gorgeous tire
will see his men go naked, die for Cold
is a plain Cutthroat to the Commonwealth
A worthy Captain seeing a tall soldier
march barefoot halting plucked off his own shows
and gave them to the soldier, saying fellow
when I want shoes, then give me these
again
But Captains nowadays
pluck off their soldiers shoes nay sell their lives
to make them rich and gallant to the eye
but soft what are yon Two strangers
Enter Turkullus and
Leofricke
Turkullus:
We are rebellious traitors to your grace:
they kneell
born Englishmen but strangers to ourselves
who in remorse of Conscience knowing well
we have in taking part with
Danish Canutus
deserved, death come of our own free wills
either to suffer for our heinous facts
or else embrace our pardons which we crave
even as hereafter we shall merit it
Edmond
Rise up Turkullus, Leofricke arise
give me your hands and with your hands your hearts
I more esteem the life of one True subject
than the destruction of a Thousand foes
One sheep that was lost I more rejoice to find
than Twenty other which I never
missed
A friend of whose return I stood in doubt
is more welcome to me than forty
other
O that when Strangers cannot Conquer us
we should Conspire with them
against ourselves
England if ever war thy face doth spoil
thank not thy outward foe but inward friend
for thou shalt never perish till that day
when thy right hand shall make thy heart
away
go in brave lords your sight doth me
more joy
than Agamemnon when he Conquered
Troye
Exeunt eos
Act 2dus
The Drumme and Trumpetts sound
Enter wth a banquet: Then Enter
Canutus South: Arch: Bish: Vskataulf and Swetho Edricus:
Canutus:
My lord My lord you are too bountiful
half this expense would well have satisfied
the homely stomachs of our soldiers
and entertained ourself right royally
where is your Daughter
South:
She shall give attendance, to wait upon
your grace at diner time
Canutus:
Nay good my lord unless you give her leave
to sit at board and find me Table talk
I shall not think myself a welcome guest
uth:
May I Crave pardon of your Majesty
my daughter being young in
years and manners
is far unfit to keep a Queens estate
Canutus:
I faith my lord you are too scrupulous
too unadvised too fearful without Cause
to stand upon such nice excuses
I love to see a Table furnished
and sure I will not sit till she Comes
in
South:
Egina daughter Come away sweet girl
Enter Egina
the king will have thee dine with
him today
be not too coy, nor yet too flexible."
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      <description><![CDATA["What shall I think of him that means to beg
and Can thus finely live upon his
wit
I was as mean as any basely born
fie say not so it will discredit thee
Tut no man here is me I but think not so
for it will make thy peacocks
plumes fall down
if one such abject thought posse thy mind
it is strange to see how I am favoured
posses thy dukedom and Canutus grace
and am the Chief of all his Counsellors
whenas my betters are exiled the
Court
being discountenanced and out of grace
They Cannot so dissemble as I Can
Cloak, Cousin, Cog and flatter with the king
Crouch and seem Courteous promise and protest
say much do nought in all things use
deceit
tell troth to no man Carry tales abroad
whisper Close secretes in the giddy air
be as a news monger feed the king with soothes
please all men's humours with humility
which he must do that is a Courtier
and minds to keep in favour with the king
he that had hard my story from the end
how many treasons I have practised
how many vild things I have brought to pass
and what great wonders have been Compassed
by this deep reaching pate would think I wist
I had been bound apprentice to deceit
and from my birth day studied villainy
I understand prince Edmondes up in arms
lays hold upon occasions sluggish lock
And whilst Canutus here securely sleeps
he wines with ease what we with pain have got
Mass if he do and
fortune favour him
I will so work as I will
be in his grace
and keep my living and myself unhurt
But if Canutus Chance to gain a gain
then I am his for I Can gloss with all
And yet indeed to say the very troth
rather of both I love Canutus best
for Edmonds father first did raise me up
and from a Ploughman's son promoted me
to be a duke for all my villainy
and so as often as I look on him
I must remember what he did for me
and whence I did decent, and what I am
which thoughts abase my state most abjectly
Therefore I hate him, and desire his death
and will procure his end in what I can
But for Canutus he doth honour me
because he knows not whence I did
descend
Therefore of the Two I love Canutus best
yet I Can play an Ambidexter's part
and swear I love, yet hate him with my heart
Exit
Enter Edmond and Alfricke the
generall vnder the kinge:
Edmond
But are ye sure my Lord that all is fit
are all my soldiers furnished for this war
what have they meat and drink to their Content
do not the Captains pince them of their
pay
Alfric
Assure your Majesty my Care is such
as I do daily oversee them all
and Cause the meanest soldier to be served
and have his fill of meat and drink that is good
without Controlment Check or menaces
for the only means to mare a soldiers fight
pinch him of meat and pay and pinch his might
Edmond
Then do ye well for I am of this mind
he that for private base Commodity
will starve his soldiers or keep back their pay
he that to deck himself in gorgeous tire
will see his men go naked, die for Cold
is a plain Cutthroat to the Commonwealth
A worthy Captain seeing a tall soldier
march barefoot halting plucked off his own shows
and gave them to the soldier, saying fellow
when I want shoes, then give me these
again
But Captains nowadays
pluck off their soldiers shoes nay sell their lives
to make them rich and gallant to the eye
but soft what are yon Two strangers
Enter Turkullus and
Leofricke
Turkullus:
We are rebellious traitors to your grace:
they kneell
born Englishmen but strangers to ourselves
who in remorse of Conscience knowing well
we have in taking part with
Danish Canutus
deserved, death come of our own free wills
either to suffer for our heinous facts
or else embrace our pardons which we crave
even as hereafter we shall merit it
Edmond
Rise up Turkullus, Leofricke arise
give me your hands and with your hands your hearts
I more esteem the life of one True subject
than the destruction of a Thousand foes
One sheep that was lost I more rejoice to find
than Twenty other which I never
missed
A friend of whose return I stood in doubt
is more welcome to me than forty
other
O that when Strangers cannot Conquer us
we should Conspire with them
against ourselves
England if ever war thy face doth spoil
thank not thy outward foe but inward friend
for thou shalt never perish till that day
when thy right hand shall make thy heart
away
go in brave lords your sight doth me
more joy
than Agamemnon when he Conquered
Troye
Exeunt eos
Act 2dus
The Drumme and Trumpetts sound
Enter wth a banquet: Then Enter
Canutus South: Arch: Bish: Vskataulf and Swetho Edricus:
Canutus:
My lord My lord you are too bountiful
half this expense would well have satisfied
the homely stomachs of our soldiers
and entertained ourself right royally
where is your Daughter
South:
She shall give attendance, to wait upon
your grace at diner time
Canutus:
Nay good my lord unless you give her leave
to sit at board and find me Table talk
I shall not think myself a welcome guest
uth:
May I Crave pardon of your Majesty
my daughter being young in
years and manners
is far unfit to keep a Queens estate
Canutus:
I faith my lord you are too scrupulous
too unadvised too fearful without Cause
to stand upon such nice excuses
I love to see a Table furnished
and sure I will not sit till she Comes
in
South:
Egina daughter Come away sweet girl
Enter Egina
the king will have thee dine with
him today
be not too coy, nor yet too flexible."
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      <description><![CDATA["O:
O: O good Stich hold thy
hand
Exeunt
Enter Canutus Arch B: Edricus
Vskataulf Swetho:
Canutus:
Then are they gone, it is Certain they are
fled
Turkullus and Leofricke who would have thought it
did not I use them well, gave them good words
Rewarded their Endeavours, and besides
graced them as much as any parson here
Edricus:
You used them but too well and let me say
your lenity did Cause them run away
Canutus:
Have we not pledges of their
loyalty
Edricus:
ye have my lord
Canutus:
Their eldest sons I think
Edricus:
True but they know you are too merciful
Canutus:
They are deceived, for since they have disturbed
the settled solace of our marriage day
and daunted our determined merriments
with Causeless flight, to plague their
fathers fact
I will lay the treason on their Children's back
and make their guiltless shoulders bear the burthen
fetch me the Pledges swetho, and with
them
some bloody varlet from the Danish host
and let him bring an axe, a block and
knife
along with him but do it quickly Sweth:
Exet Swetho:
and Come again as fast
Edricus:
What doth your grace intend to do with them
Canutus
I will Cut their hands and noses
off
Edricus:
Your Judgment doth not far enough extend
unto the hight of runaways desert
death is too light a punishment for traitors
and loss of hands and nose is less than death
Vskata:
If an honest man had said so I
would
have liked it never the worse
Canutus:
This punishment is worse than lose of life
for it is a stinging Corsive to their souls
as often as they do behold themselves
lopped and bereft of those Two ornaments
which necessary use doth daily Crave
Again it giveth others daily cause
to think how traitors should be
handled
whereas the memory of present death
is quickly buried in oblivion
doing no good but whilst it is in
doing
A traitor may be likened to a tree
which being shred and topped when
it is green
doth for one twig which from the same was cut
yield Twenty arms yea twenty arms for one
but being hacked and mangled with an
Axe
the Root straight dies and piecemeal rots away
Even so of traitors Cut me off their heads
still more out of the selfsame stock
will sprout
but plague them with the loss of needful members
as Eyes nose, hands, ears, feet or any such
O these are Cutting Cards unto their souls
Earmark to know a traitorous villain by
even as a brand is to descry a thief
these desperate persons for examples sake
these Ruffians these altering lusty bloods
these Court appendixes these madcap lads
these nothing fearing hotspurs that attend
our Royal Court tell them of hanging Cheer
they will say it is a trick or two above ground
tell them of quartering or the heading Axe
they will swear beheading is a gallant death
and he is a dastard that doth fear to die
But say to them, you shall be
branded
or your hands Cut off or your nostrils slit
Then shallow fear makes their quivering tongues
to speak abruptly, rather let us die
than we should suffer this vild
Ignomy
A valiant heart esteemeth light of death
but honourable minds are Jealous
of honourable names, then to be marked
which robs them of their honours
likewise robs
their hearts of Joy, and like to
irksome owls
they will be bashful to be
seen abroad
Vskataulf:
Alas poor souls it was against their wills
that their hardhearted fathers broke the league
Edricus:
Alas poor souls it is against their wills
that they must loose their noses and their hands
Enter Swetho the Two Pledges and Stich wth an Axe:
Canutus:
Come on Gentlemen Cause I have found
your fathers trusty as they promised
unto my father and to me
Therefore I mean to make you worthy men
such as the world shall afterwards report
did suffer torments for their Countries good
Come on I say prepare your visages
to bear the tokens of eternity
prepare your noses, bid your hands adieu
because your sires have proved themselves so true
i Pledge:
Rather than this O kill us presently
these being gone we do abhor our
lives
and having these we loath to live accursed
accompted traitors to our native soil
Suffer us first to try our
stripling force
with any Giant of your Cyclops Size
and let our arms fight once before
our deaths
to reek their malice on their masters foes
so let us
perish like to Gentlemen
like to ourselves and like to Englishmen."
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      <description><![CDATA["if chance he proffer any Courtesy
behave yourself in honourable sort
and answer him with modesty and mirth
A means may be to make thee Queen
Canutus:
What is your daughter come, welcome fair
lady
your presence is as welcome as the day
after A long and weary watchful night
sit down fair lady sit down noble lord
fill me a Cup of wine here is to
the health
of Ironside and all his followers
who will pledge me
Egina:
Pardon your hand maid and Egina will
Canutus
Wilt pledge me to the health of Ironside
what reason moves you so to fancy him
Egina
The good regard I bear your Majesty
for should he die before these wars
were done
and you have finished strife through victory
some other CADMVS bird worse than himself
might hap to broach some new Commotion
and trouble all the state with mutinies
where if he lives till
you have Conquered him
none after him dares renovate the wars
Canutus:
Sweetly and wisely answered noble Queen
for by that name if heaven and thou Consent
by sunset all the Camp shall wish thee health
my lord what say you to this motion
South:
As it shall pleas your Royal Majesty
dispose of me and whatsoever is
mine
Canutus:
Madam pleaseth it you to be A Queen
Egina
What my dread Sovereign, if my father wills
I dare not nay I will not Contradict
Canutus:
Then for a manual seal receive this kiss
he kesseth her
the Chief dumb utterer of the hearts intent
and noble father, now I will Call you so
if this rash-seeming match do like you well
deliver me possession presently
of this fair lady, your beloved child
and we will straight to church and Celebrate
the duties which belong to Marriages
Bishop of Canterbury you will marry us
without the sibert asking will ye not
Arch: B:
I am prepared if every part be pleased
Canutus:
faith I am pleased
Arch: B:
But what say you
Egina:
I say a Woman's silence is Consent
Canutus:
Why here is a match ex tempore small
ado
about a weighty matter, some perhaps
would have Consumed millions to effect
what I by some spent breath have Compassed
Lords let us in for I intend
to be
espoused tonight with all solemnity
after our marriage we do
mean to go
to meet in open field our open foe
Exeunt omnes
Enter Edricke a poore man his wife and Stich:
Edric:
Nay Stich if you once see my son you will swear he is
a bouncer, all in silks and gold vengeable rich
Stich:
How say you that
Wife:
I Can tell you, you may bless the day that ever you
happed in to his service, he is a man
every hairs breadth ~~
a most vild brave man in faith:
Stich:
Then we shall be well met for I love bravery and
cleanliness out of all cry and indeed of all things I
cannot brooke an ill-favoured face hang him that wants
a good face
Edric:
you are of my mind we may say a Pox of all good
faces and never hurt our own
Stich:
We may indeed god be praised but what house is this
how far off are we from Southampton:
Wife:
why we are in the Town the king Canutus lies here
now, and my son is here and all our neighbours will be here
today, at the bridal for alms
Enter Edricus
Edricus:
Whoso desires to mount a lofty pitch
must bear himself against the stubborn wind
and shun base Common popularity:
Stich:
who is this:
wife:
O it is my son, make
ye handsome, tie your garters for shame
wipe your shoes, mend your shirt-band:
Edric:
O let me go to him first, God save ye son
Edricus:
A pox upon him it is the knave my
father
good fellow hast thou any suite to us
deliver up thy Supplication
Edricke:
O Sir ye know me well enough I am goodman Edricke
your father
us:
My father grout head sir knave I say you
lie
you whoreson Cuckold you base vagabond you slave
you mongrel peasant dolt and fool, canst thou not know
a Duke from common men
Wife:
By my troth I learned him all these names to call his father
when he was a child, and see if he can forget them yet
O he is a wise man, for in faith my
husband is none
of his father, for indeed a soldier bigot him of me
as I went once to a fair, But son know ye me
Edricus:
Thee old hag, witch, quean slut drab, whore
and thief, how should I know the black Egyptian:
Wife:
This is his old tricks husband, Come, Come, son I am sure, ye know me
Edricus:
Aye if not too well,
wherefore comes yon sheep-biter, you sir knave
you are my brother are ye not I pray
Stich:
No sir if it like ye
Edricus:
It likes me very well, what is your name,
wherefore Came ye hither:
Wife:
His name is Stich my son, we
Came with him
to help him to your service
Edricus:
You answer for him gossip, wants he tongue
Stich:
No sir, I have tongue enough if that be good
hee shewes his tongue
Edricus:
What Can ye do
Stich:
Anything, dress a horse, scour a Chamber pot, go to
plough, Thrash, Dicke, and indeed what not:
Edricus:
Canst make clean shoes
Stich:
Who I. it is part of my occupation,
you wine my heart."
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      <description><![CDATA["if chance he proffer any Courtesy
behave yourself in honourable sort
and answer him with modesty and mirth
A means may be to make thee Queen
Canutus:
What is your daughter come, welcome fair
lady
your presence is as welcome as the day
after A long and weary watchful night
sit down fair lady sit down noble lord
fill me a Cup of wine here is to
the health
of Ironside and all his followers
who will pledge me
Egina:
Pardon your hand maid and Egina will
Canutus
Wilt pledge me to the health of Ironside
what reason moves you so to fancy him
Egina
The good regard I bear your Majesty
for should he die before these wars
were done
and you have finished strife through victory
some other CADMVS bird worse than himself
might hap to broach some new Commotion
and trouble all the state with mutinies
where if he lives till
you have Conquered him
none after him dares renovate the wars
Canutus:
Sweetly and wisely answered noble Queen
for by that name if heaven and thou Consent
by sunset all the Camp shall wish thee health
my lord what say you to this motion
South:
As it shall pleas your Royal Majesty
dispose of me and whatsoever is
mine
Canutus:
Madam pleaseth it you to be A Queen
Egina
What my dread Sovereign, if my father wills
I dare not nay I will not Contradict
Canutus:
Then for a manual seal receive this kiss
he kesseth her
the Chief dumb utterer of the hearts intent
and noble father, now I will Call you so
if this rash-seeming match do like you well
deliver me possession presently
of this fair lady, your beloved child
and we will straight to church and Celebrate
the duties which belong to Marriages
Bishop of Canterbury you will marry us
without the sibert asking will ye not
Arch: B:
I am prepared if every part be pleased
Canutus:
faith I am pleased
Arch: B:
But what say you
Egina:
I say a Woman's silence is Consent
Canutus:
Why here is a match ex tempore small
ado
about a weighty matter, some perhaps
would have Consumed millions to effect
what I by some spent breath have Compassed
Lords let us in for I intend
to be
espoused tonight with all solemnity
after our marriage we do
mean to go
to meet in open field our open foe
Exeunt omnes
Enter Edricke a poore man his wife and Stich:
Edric:
Nay Stich if you once see my son you will swear he is
a bouncer, all in silks and gold vengeable rich
Stich:
How say you that
Wife:
I Can tell you, you may bless the day that ever you
happed in to his service, he is a man
every hairs breadth ~~
a most vild brave man in faith:
Stich:
Then we shall be well met for I love bravery and
cleanliness out of all cry and indeed of all things I
cannot brooke an ill-favoured face hang him that wants
a good face
Edric:
you are of my mind we may say a Pox of all good
faces and never hurt our own
Stich:
We may indeed god be praised but what house is this
how far off are we from Southampton:
Wife:
why we are in the Town the king Canutus lies here
now, and my son is here and all our neighbours will be here
today, at the bridal for alms
Enter Edricus
Edricus:
Whoso desires to mount a lofty pitch
must bear himself against the stubborn wind
and shun base Common popularity:
Stich:
who is this:
wife:
O it is my son, make
ye handsome, tie your garters for shame
wipe your shoes, mend your shirt-band:
Edric:
O let me go to him first, God save ye son
Edricus:
A pox upon him it is the knave my
father
good fellow hast thou any suite to us
deliver up thy Supplication
Edricke:
O Sir ye know me well enough I am goodman Edricke
your father
us:
My father grout head sir knave I say you
lie
you whoreson Cuckold you base vagabond you slave
you mongrel peasant dolt and fool, canst thou not know
a Duke from common men
Wife:
By my troth I learned him all these names to call his father
when he was a child, and see if he can forget them yet
O he is a wise man, for in faith my
husband is none
of his father, for indeed a soldier bigot him of me
as I went once to a fair, But son know ye me
Edricus:
Thee old hag, witch, quean slut drab, whore
and thief, how should I know the black Egyptian:
Wife:
This is his old tricks husband, Come, Come, son I am sure, ye know me
Edricus:
Aye if not too well,
wherefore comes yon sheep-biter, you sir knave
you are my brother are ye not I pray
Stich:
No sir if it like ye
Edricus:
It likes me very well, what is your name,
wherefore Came ye hither:
Wife:
His name is Stich my son, we
Came with him
to help him to your service
Edricus:
You answer for him gossip, wants he tongue
Stich:
No sir, I have tongue enough if that be good
hee shewes his tongue
Edricus:
What Can ye do
Stich:
Anything, dress a horse, scour a Chamber pot, go to
plough, Thrash, Dicke, and indeed what not:
Edricus:
Canst make clean shoes
Stich:
Who I. it is part of my occupation,
you wine my heart."
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      <description><![CDATA["O:
O: O good Stich hold thy
hand
Exeunt
Enter Canutus Arch B: Edricus
Vskataulf Swetho:
Canutus:
Then are they gone, it is Certain they are
fled
Turkullus and Leofricke who would have thought it
did not I use them well, gave them good words
Rewarded their Endeavours, and besides
graced them as much as any parson here
Edricus:
You used them but too well and let me say
your lenity did Cause them run away
Canutus:
Have we not pledges of their
loyalty
Edricus:
ye have my lord
Canutus:
Their eldest sons I think
Edricus:
True but they know you are too merciful
Canutus:
They are deceived, for since they have disturbed
the settled solace of our marriage day
and daunted our determined merriments
with Causeless flight, to plague their
fathers fact
I will lay the treason on their Children's back
and make their guiltless shoulders bear the burthen
fetch me the Pledges swetho, and with
them
some bloody varlet from the Danish host
and let him bring an axe, a block and
knife
along with him but do it quickly Sweth:
Exet Swetho:
and Come again as fast
Edricus:
What doth your grace intend to do with them
Canutus
I will Cut their hands and noses
off
Edricus:
Your Judgment doth not far enough extend
unto the hight of runaways desert
death is too light a punishment for traitors
and loss of hands and nose is less than death
Vskata:
If an honest man had said so I
would
have liked it never the worse
Canutus:
This punishment is worse than lose of life
for it is a stinging Corsive to their souls
as often as they do behold themselves
lopped and bereft of those Two ornaments
which necessary use doth daily Crave
Again it giveth others daily cause
to think how traitors should be
handled
whereas the memory of present death
is quickly buried in oblivion
doing no good but whilst it is in
doing
A traitor may be likened to a tree
which being shred and topped when
it is green
doth for one twig which from the same was cut
yield Twenty arms yea twenty arms for one
but being hacked and mangled with an
Axe
the Root straight dies and piecemeal rots away
Even so of traitors Cut me off their heads
still more out of the selfsame stock
will sprout
but plague them with the loss of needful members
as Eyes nose, hands, ears, feet or any such
O these are Cutting Cards unto their souls
Earmark to know a traitorous villain by
even as a brand is to descry a thief
these desperate persons for examples sake
these Ruffians these altering lusty bloods
these Court appendixes these madcap lads
these nothing fearing hotspurs that attend
our Royal Court tell them of hanging Cheer
they will say it is a trick or two above ground
tell them of quartering or the heading Axe
they will swear beheading is a gallant death
and he is a dastard that doth fear to die
But say to them, you shall be
branded
or your hands Cut off or your nostrils slit
Then shallow fear makes their quivering tongues
to speak abruptly, rather let us die
than we should suffer this vild
Ignomy
A valiant heart esteemeth light of death
but honourable minds are Jealous
of honourable names, then to be marked
which robs them of their honours
likewise robs
their hearts of Joy, and like to
irksome owls
they will be bashful to be
seen abroad
Vskataulf:
Alas poor souls it was against their wills
that their hardhearted fathers broke the league
Edricus:
Alas poor souls it is against their wills
that they must loose their noses and their hands
Enter Swetho the Two Pledges and Stich wth an Axe:
Canutus:
Come on Gentlemen Cause I have found
your fathers trusty as they promised
unto my father and to me
Therefore I mean to make you worthy men
such as the world shall afterwards report
did suffer torments for their Countries good
Come on I say prepare your visages
to bear the tokens of eternity
prepare your noses, bid your hands adieu
because your sires have proved themselves so true
i Pledge:
Rather than this O kill us presently
these being gone we do abhor our
lives
and having these we loath to live accursed
accompted traitors to our native soil
Suffer us first to try our
stripling force
with any Giant of your Cyclops Size
and let our arms fight once before
our deaths
to reek their malice on their masters foes
so let us
perish like to Gentlemen
like to ourselves and like to Englishmen."
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      <description><![CDATA["I am a Cobbler for need I Can piece a shoe as well as the best
wipe a shoe look you here else give me your foot
Edricus:
Staye not so hasty
we that by sly devices mean to mount
and creep into opinion by deceit
must not of all things have a scholar know
our practices, we must suppress
good wits
and keep them under, we must
favour fools
And with promotions win their shallow
pates
A Ready wit would quickly wind us out
and pry into our secret treacheries
and wade as deep in policy as we
But such loose brained windy headed slaves
such blockheads dolts, fools, dunces, idiots
such logger-headed rogues are best for us
for we may work their wills
to what we will
and win their hearts with gold to
anything
Come hither Stich this villain and this quean
that brought thee hither Claim an interest
in my nobility, whenas god knows
my noble father died long since in
wars
being duke of Mercia then as I am now
therefore, but first to Cut off long
delays
I entertain thee for my Chamberlain
and as thou shalt prove secret, trusty, true
I will reward thee with some higher place
but first to try thee fetch the Constable
yet staye a while they would suspect the truth
I will have thee when thou seest me
gone away
beat these Two beggars hence and teach them how
they shall hereafter Chose a meaner son
wilt thou be trusty, wilt thou Cudgel them:
Stich:
Never take Care for that I will beat them they
were never
better beaten since they were born
Edricus:
Aye do so, Stich
I prithee beat them well
hark ye?"
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      <name><![CDATA[yorke]]></name>
      <styleUrl>#TLCMapStyle</styleUrl>
      <description><![CDATA["make haste I pray
he is gone to fetch a torch to
light the day
Enter Edricus
Edricus:
My lord the misty vapours were so
thick
they almost quenched the torch
Canutus:
True as all the rest, I say thy wit is thick
gross flattery: all-soothing Sycophant
doth blind thy eyes and will not let
thee see
that others see thou art a flatterer
Amend, amend thy life learn to speak truth
for shame do not in thy
declining age
Children may see thy lies they are so plain
O whilst ye live from flattery refrain
Edricus::
It stands not with my Zeal and plighted
faith
otherwise to say than as your highness saith
your grace is able to give all their due
to make truth lie and likewise make lies true
Canutus:
I would It lay in me to make
thee true
but who can Change the
Ethiophians hew
Act 3
Enter at one doore: ye Arch B: Cauntery at th'other ye Arch B: of Yorke
Caunterb::
Why bends not the presumptuous knee of Yorke
when Canter: speaks: Cannot the Curse
of god and me the metropolitan
under the Pope of all Dominions
within this realm of England Cause thee fear
proud irreligious prelate know my power
stretcheth beyond thy Compass even as much
as Rome doth mine then quiver when I Curse
and like a Child indeed prostrate thyself
before my feet that thy humility
may move me to absolve thy former
sins
and set thee free from Hells Damnacon
Yorke:
Traitor to god and to thy lawful king
where thou dost bless I Curse where Curse I bless
as thou art Bishop my Commission
stretcheth as far as thine, and let me say
( unless thou leave thy Contumelious threats)
further than mine No Canterbury no
I humble me to God and not to thee
A traitor a betrayer of his king
A rebel a profane priest a Pharisee
A parasite, an enemy to peace
A foe to truth and to Religion
I say I will not bend myself to him
and such a one art thou and therefore here
unless repentance bend thy stubborn heart
I here pronounce the Curse of god and man
upon thy soul and so farewell and mend
yorke offers to Departe
Canter:
Stay Yorke and hear me speak, thy puffy words
thy windy threats thy railing Curses light
upon thy stubborn neck unless with speed
thou dost forsake the part of Ironside
and cleave unto Canutus, and more submit thyself
to me thy head and to our
mother Church
reply not Bishop for I seal thy lips
with my Irrevocable bitter Curse
if one untoward word slip from thy tongue
Yorke
So heapest thou Cole of fire upon thy head
and blessest me with Cursing impious priest
o let me die whenas I leave
my king
A true born prince for any foreigner
Canter':
O I Could eat thee, now my Crosier staff
longs to be pelting that old hoary pate
my hands do quake with rage
Yorke
You are a Champion for the Devil and Canutus
I fly not from thy Curses but thy strokes
Exet Yorke
Cant'
I will follow thee with Curses and
with Clubs
Exit Cant'
Enter Canuts South: Edricus Vskataulf
Swetho Harrold at arms and soldiers
Canuts."
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      <description><![CDATA["Hee Cutts offe the other hande
now sir fight your fill
i Pledge:
Let these my stumps Crave vengeance at
thy hands
thou Judge of Judges and thou king of kings
Canutus:
Cut off his nose then let him pray again
perchance his praying mitigates his pain
Hee Cutts off his Nose
i Pledge:
Pour thy vengeance on this bloody deign
and let him die some unheard monstrous death
Canutus:
Make quick dispatch to execute the other
I am sure you will not now be pardoned
2 Pledge
Not I thou Murthering stony-hearted deign
I am resolved to suffer this and more
to do my father or my Country good
they gave me life for them I will
shed my blood
Hee Cutts his handes and Nose
i Pledge:
Now thou hast spit thy venom bloody king
we do return defiance in thy face
Canutus:
Sirs temper well your tongues and be advised
if not I will Cut them shorter by an
Inch
remember that you both have lost your hands
because your fathers did abuse their
tongues
in perjury, go quickly away
and tell your traitorous fathers what I say
2 Pledge:
We go but to thy Cost proud Danish Canute
throughout this Isle thy tyranny to brute
i Pledge
We go thy
Cruel butchery to Ringe
o England never trust a foreign king
Exit Pledes
Edricus:
Ha."
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he is gone to fetch a torch to
light the day
Enter Edricus
Edricus:
My lord the misty vapours were so
thick
they almost quenched the torch
Canutus:
True as all the rest, I say thy wit is thick
gross flattery: all-soothing Sycophant
doth blind thy eyes and will not let
thee see
that others see thou art a flatterer
Amend, amend thy life learn to speak truth
for shame do not in thy
declining age
Children may see thy lies they are so plain
O whilst ye live from flattery refrain
Edricus::
It stands not with my Zeal and plighted
faith
otherwise to say than as your highness saith
your grace is able to give all their due
to make truth lie and likewise make lies true
Canutus:
I would It lay in me to make
thee true
but who can Change the
Ethiophians hew
Act 3
Enter at one doore: ye Arch B: Cauntery at th'other ye Arch B: of Yorke
Caunterb::
Why bends not the presumptuous knee of Yorke
when Canter: speaks: Cannot the Curse
of god and me the metropolitan
under the Pope of all Dominions
within this realm of England Cause thee fear
proud irreligious prelate know my power
stretcheth beyond thy Compass even as much
as Rome doth mine then quiver when I Curse
and like a Child indeed prostrate thyself
before my feet that thy humility
may move me to absolve thy former
sins
and set thee free from Hells Damnacon
Yorke:
Traitor to god and to thy lawful king
where thou dost bless I Curse where Curse I bless
as thou art Bishop my Commission
stretcheth as far as thine, and let me say
( unless thou leave thy Contumelious threats)
further than mine No Canterbury no
I humble me to God and not to thee
A traitor a betrayer of his king
A rebel a profane priest a Pharisee
A parasite, an enemy to peace
A foe to truth and to Religion
I say I will not bend myself to him
and such a one art thou and therefore here
unless repentance bend thy stubborn heart
I here pronounce the Curse of god and man
upon thy soul and so farewell and mend
yorke offers to Departe
Canter:
Stay Yorke and hear me speak, thy puffy words
thy windy threats thy railing Curses light
upon thy stubborn neck unless with speed
thou dost forsake the part of Ironside
and cleave unto Canutus, and more submit thyself
to me thy head and to our
mother Church
reply not Bishop for I seal thy lips
with my Irrevocable bitter Curse
if one untoward word slip from thy tongue
Yorke
So heapest thou Cole of fire upon thy head
and blessest me with Cursing impious priest
o let me die whenas I leave
my king
A true born prince for any foreigner
Canter':
O I Could eat thee, now my Crosier staff
longs to be pelting that old hoary pate
my hands do quake with rage
Yorke
You are a Champion for the Devil and Canutus
I fly not from thy Curses but thy strokes
Exet Yorke
Cant'
I will follow thee with Curses and
with Clubs
Exit Cant'
Enter Canuts South: Edricus Vskataulf
Swetho Harrold at arms and soldiers
Canuts."
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now sir fight your fill
i Pledge:
Let these my stumps Crave vengeance at
thy hands
thou Judge of Judges and thou king of kings
Canutus:
Cut off his nose then let him pray again
perchance his praying mitigates his pain
Hee Cutts off his Nose
i Pledge:
Pour thy vengeance on this bloody deign
and let him die some unheard monstrous death
Canutus:
Make quick dispatch to execute the other
I am sure you will not now be pardoned
2 Pledge
Not I thou Murthering stony-hearted deign
I am resolved to suffer this and more
to do my father or my Country good
they gave me life for them I will
shed my blood
Hee Cutts his handes and Nose
i Pledge:
Now thou hast spit thy venom bloody king
we do return defiance in thy face
Canutus:
Sirs temper well your tongues and be advised
if not I will Cut them shorter by an
Inch
remember that you both have lost your hands
because your fathers did abuse their
tongues
in perjury, go quickly away
and tell your traitorous fathers what I say
2 Pledge:
We go but to thy Cost proud Danish Canute
throughout this Isle thy tyranny to brute
i Pledge
We go thy
Cruel butchery to Ringe
o England never trust a foreign king
Exit Pledes
Edricus:
Ha."
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      <description><![CDATA["make haste I pray
he is gone to fetch a torch to
light the day
Enter Edricus
Edricus:
My lord the misty vapours were so
thick
they almost quenched the torch
Canutus:
True as all the rest, I say thy wit is thick
gross flattery: all-soothing Sycophant
doth blind thy eyes and will not let
thee see
that others see thou art a flatterer
Amend, amend thy life learn to speak truth
for shame do not in thy
declining age
Children may see thy lies they are so plain
O whilst ye live from flattery refrain
Edricus::
It stands not with my Zeal and plighted
faith
otherwise to say than as your highness saith
your grace is able to give all their due
to make truth lie and likewise make lies true
Canutus:
I would It lay in me to make
thee true
but who can Change the
Ethiophians hew
Act 3
Enter at one doore: ye Arch B: Cauntery at th'other ye Arch B: of Yorke
Caunterb::
Why bends not the presumptuous knee of Yorke
when Canter: speaks: Cannot the Curse
of god and me the metropolitan
under the Pope of all Dominions
within this realm of England Cause thee fear
proud irreligious prelate know my power
stretcheth beyond thy Compass even as much
as Rome doth mine then quiver when I Curse
and like a Child indeed prostrate thyself
before my feet that thy humility
may move me to absolve thy former
sins
and set thee free from Hells Damnacon
Yorke:
Traitor to god and to thy lawful king
where thou dost bless I Curse where Curse I bless
as thou art Bishop my Commission
stretcheth as far as thine, and let me say
( unless thou leave thy Contumelious threats)
further than mine No Canterbury no
I humble me to God and not to thee
A traitor a betrayer of his king
A rebel a profane priest a Pharisee
A parasite, an enemy to peace
A foe to truth and to Religion
I say I will not bend myself to him
and such a one art thou and therefore here
unless repentance bend thy stubborn heart
I here pronounce the Curse of god and man
upon thy soul and so farewell and mend
yorke offers to Departe
Canter:
Stay Yorke and hear me speak, thy puffy words
thy windy threats thy railing Curses light
upon thy stubborn neck unless with speed
thou dost forsake the part of Ironside
and cleave unto Canutus, and more submit thyself
to me thy head and to our
mother Church
reply not Bishop for I seal thy lips
with my Irrevocable bitter Curse
if one untoward word slip from thy tongue
Yorke
So heapest thou Cole of fire upon thy head
and blessest me with Cursing impious priest
o let me die whenas I leave
my king
A true born prince for any foreigner
Canter':
O I Could eat thee, now my Crosier staff
longs to be pelting that old hoary pate
my hands do quake with rage
Yorke
You are a Champion for the Devil and Canutus
I fly not from thy Curses but thy strokes
Exet Yorke
Cant'
I will follow thee with Curses and
with Clubs
Exit Cant'
Enter Canuts South: Edricus Vskataulf
Swetho Harrold at arms and soldiers
Canuts."
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      <description><![CDATA["make haste I pray
he is gone to fetch a torch to
light the day
Enter Edricus
Edricus:
My lord the misty vapours were so
thick
they almost quenched the torch
Canutus:
True as all the rest, I say thy wit is thick
gross flattery: all-soothing Sycophant
doth blind thy eyes and will not let
thee see
that others see thou art a flatterer
Amend, amend thy life learn to speak truth
for shame do not in thy
declining age
Children may see thy lies they are so plain
O whilst ye live from flattery refrain
Edricus::
It stands not with my Zeal and plighted
faith
otherwise to say than as your highness saith
your grace is able to give all their due
to make truth lie and likewise make lies true
Canutus:
I would It lay in me to make
thee true
but who can Change the
Ethiophians hew
Act 3
Enter at one doore: ye Arch B: Cauntery at th'other ye Arch B: of Yorke
Caunterb::
Why bends not the presumptuous knee of Yorke
when Canter: speaks: Cannot the Curse
of god and me the metropolitan
under the Pope of all Dominions
within this realm of England Cause thee fear
proud irreligious prelate know my power
stretcheth beyond thy Compass even as much
as Rome doth mine then quiver when I Curse
and like a Child indeed prostrate thyself
before my feet that thy humility
may move me to absolve thy former
sins
and set thee free from Hells Damnacon
Yorke:
Traitor to god and to thy lawful king
where thou dost bless I Curse where Curse I bless
as thou art Bishop my Commission
stretcheth as far as thine, and let me say
( unless thou leave thy Contumelious threats)
further than mine No Canterbury no
I humble me to God and not to thee
A traitor a betrayer of his king
A rebel a profane priest a Pharisee
A parasite, an enemy to peace
A foe to truth and to Religion
I say I will not bend myself to him
and such a one art thou and therefore here
unless repentance bend thy stubborn heart
I here pronounce the Curse of god and man
upon thy soul and so farewell and mend
yorke offers to Departe
Canter:
Stay Yorke and hear me speak, thy puffy words
thy windy threats thy railing Curses light
upon thy stubborn neck unless with speed
thou dost forsake the part of Ironside
and cleave unto Canutus, and more submit thyself
to me thy head and to our
mother Church
reply not Bishop for I seal thy lips
with my Irrevocable bitter Curse
if one untoward word slip from thy tongue
Yorke
So heapest thou Cole of fire upon thy head
and blessest me with Cursing impious priest
o let me die whenas I leave
my king
A true born prince for any foreigner
Canter':
O I Could eat thee, now my Crosier staff
longs to be pelting that old hoary pate
my hands do quake with rage
Yorke
You are a Champion for the Devil and Canutus
I fly not from thy Curses but thy strokes
Exet Yorke
Cant'
I will follow thee with Curses and
with Clubs
Exit Cant'
Enter Canuts South: Edricus Vskataulf
Swetho Harrold at arms and soldiers
Canuts."
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      <description><![CDATA["make haste I pray
he is gone to fetch a torch to
light the day
Enter Edricus
Edricus:
My lord the misty vapours were so
thick
they almost quenched the torch
Canutus:
True as all the rest, I say thy wit is thick
gross flattery: all-soothing Sycophant
doth blind thy eyes and will not let
thee see
that others see thou art a flatterer
Amend, amend thy life learn to speak truth
for shame do not in thy
declining age
Children may see thy lies they are so plain
O whilst ye live from flattery refrain
Edricus::
It stands not with my Zeal and plighted
faith
otherwise to say than as your highness saith
your grace is able to give all their due
to make truth lie and likewise make lies true
Canutus:
I would It lay in me to make
thee true
but who can Change the
Ethiophians hew
Act 3
Enter at one doore: ye Arch B: Cauntery at th'other ye Arch B: of Yorke
Caunterb::
Why bends not the presumptuous knee of Yorke
when Canter: speaks: Cannot the Curse
of god and me the metropolitan
under the Pope of all Dominions
within this realm of England Cause thee fear
proud irreligious prelate know my power
stretcheth beyond thy Compass even as much
as Rome doth mine then quiver when I Curse
and like a Child indeed prostrate thyself
before my feet that thy humility
may move me to absolve thy former
sins
and set thee free from Hells Damnacon
Yorke:
Traitor to god and to thy lawful king
where thou dost bless I Curse where Curse I bless
as thou art Bishop my Commission
stretcheth as far as thine, and let me say
( unless thou leave thy Contumelious threats)
further than mine No Canterbury no
I humble me to God and not to thee
A traitor a betrayer of his king
A rebel a profane priest a Pharisee
A parasite, an enemy to peace
A foe to truth and to Religion
I say I will not bend myself to him
and such a one art thou and therefore here
unless repentance bend thy stubborn heart
I here pronounce the Curse of god and man
upon thy soul and so farewell and mend
yorke offers to Departe
Canter:
Stay Yorke and hear me speak, thy puffy words
thy windy threats thy railing Curses light
upon thy stubborn neck unless with speed
thou dost forsake the part of Ironside
and cleave unto Canutus, and more submit thyself
to me thy head and to our
mother Church
reply not Bishop for I seal thy lips
with my Irrevocable bitter Curse
if one untoward word slip from thy tongue
Yorke
So heapest thou Cole of fire upon thy head
and blessest me with Cursing impious priest
o let me die whenas I leave
my king
A true born prince for any foreigner
Canter':
O I Could eat thee, now my Crosier staff
longs to be pelting that old hoary pate
my hands do quake with rage
Yorke
You are a Champion for the Devil and Canutus
I fly not from thy Curses but thy strokes
Exet Yorke
Cant'
I will follow thee with Curses and
with Clubs
Exit Cant'
Enter Canuts South: Edricus Vskataulf
Swetho Harrold at arms and soldiers
Canuts."
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      <description><![CDATA["make haste I pray
he is gone to fetch a torch to
light the day
Enter Edricus
Edricus:
My lord the misty vapours were so
thick
they almost quenched the torch
Canutus:
True as all the rest, I say thy wit is thick
gross flattery: all-soothing Sycophant
doth blind thy eyes and will not let
thee see
that others see thou art a flatterer
Amend, amend thy life learn to speak truth
for shame do not in thy
declining age
Children may see thy lies they are so plain
O whilst ye live from flattery refrain
Edricus::
It stands not with my Zeal and plighted
faith
otherwise to say than as your highness saith
your grace is able to give all their due
to make truth lie and likewise make lies true
Canutus:
I would It lay in me to make
thee true
but who can Change the
Ethiophians hew
Act 3
Enter at one doore: ye Arch B: Cauntery at th'other ye Arch B: of Yorke
Caunterb::
Why bends not the presumptuous knee of Yorke
when Canter: speaks: Cannot the Curse
of god and me the metropolitan
under the Pope of all Dominions
within this realm of England Cause thee fear
proud irreligious prelate know my power
stretcheth beyond thy Compass even as much
as Rome doth mine then quiver when I Curse
and like a Child indeed prostrate thyself
before my feet that thy humility
may move me to absolve thy former
sins
and set thee free from Hells Damnacon
Yorke:
Traitor to god and to thy lawful king
where thou dost bless I Curse where Curse I bless
as thou art Bishop my Commission
stretcheth as far as thine, and let me say
( unless thou leave thy Contumelious threats)
further than mine No Canterbury no
I humble me to God and not to thee
A traitor a betrayer of his king
A rebel a profane priest a Pharisee
A parasite, an enemy to peace
A foe to truth and to Religion
I say I will not bend myself to him
and such a one art thou and therefore here
unless repentance bend thy stubborn heart
I here pronounce the Curse of god and man
upon thy soul and so farewell and mend
yorke offers to Departe
Canter:
Stay Yorke and hear me speak, thy puffy words
thy windy threats thy railing Curses light
upon thy stubborn neck unless with speed
thou dost forsake the part of Ironside
and cleave unto Canutus, and more submit thyself
to me thy head and to our
mother Church
reply not Bishop for I seal thy lips
with my Irrevocable bitter Curse
if one untoward word slip from thy tongue
Yorke
So heapest thou Cole of fire upon thy head
and blessest me with Cursing impious priest
o let me die whenas I leave
my king
A true born prince for any foreigner
Canter':
O I Could eat thee, now my Crosier staff
longs to be pelting that old hoary pate
my hands do quake with rage
Yorke
You are a Champion for the Devil and Canutus
I fly not from thy Curses but thy strokes
Exet Yorke
Cant'
I will follow thee with Curses and
with Clubs
Exit Cant'
Enter Canuts South: Edricus Vskataulf
Swetho Harrold at arms and soldiers
Canuts."
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mean to sack
new Troy the state of Edmond Ironside
Command a parley at the City gates
bid them Choose whether they will let us in
or else withstand the vtmost of our wrath
and be Consumed to ashes and to Coals
with flamingo fire which Whilom did destroy
their mother City Quondam Called Troy
The Herrold departeth from the kinge to the walls
soundinge his trumpit The Balifes appeare aboue
Herrold:
Canutus king of England prince of Danes
greets you by me his trusty messenger
Commanding you to serve him as your lord
bidding you wait on him as on your king
and you shall be entreated lovingly
if not he is prepared with fire and sword
to race your City thus he sends you
word:
1 Balife
Go tell your Master thus we answer him
his ships that proudly ride upon the Thames
shall anchor on the ground where he
abides
born by the bloodshed of our Carcasses
and we Compelled by thirst to suck the stream
of this fair river dry, so that his men
may dry-shod march over the floating deeps
ere we will let him enter
in these gates
or ope our lips to Call him sovereign
tell him we are resolved to keep him back
Tell him we are no Traitors but
are sworn
to be king Edmonds liegemen while
we live
and if he staye that shall he soon perceive
Harrold:
Advise you Bailiffs what is best to do
incur not danger with security
Canutus is your king then him obeye
and to his gentle Message say not nay
Both Blifes:
We are resolved to put Canutus back
he comes not here his threats are spent in vain
Herrold:
I fear your wills will put your wits
to pain
if you repent it when it
is too late
i Balife:
You have your answers soldiers guard the
gate
Balifes departe Herrold retvrneth:
Herrold."
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mean to sack
new Troy the state of Edmond Ironside
Command a parley at the City gates
bid them Choose whether they will let us in
or else withstand the vtmost of our wrath
and be Consumed to ashes and to Coals
with flamingo fire which Whilom did destroy
their mother City Quondam Called Troy
The Herrold departeth from the kinge to the walls
soundinge his trumpit The Balifes appeare aboue
Herrold:
Canutus king of England prince of Danes
greets you by me his trusty messenger
Commanding you to serve him as your lord
bidding you wait on him as on your king
and you shall be entreated lovingly
if not he is prepared with fire and sword
to race your City thus he sends you
word:
1 Balife
Go tell your Master thus we answer him
his ships that proudly ride upon the Thames
shall anchor on the ground where he
abides
born by the bloodshed of our Carcasses
and we Compelled by thirst to suck the stream
of this fair river dry, so that his men
may dry-shod march over the floating deeps
ere we will let him enter
in these gates
or ope our lips to Call him sovereign
tell him we are resolved to keep him back
Tell him we are no Traitors but
are sworn
to be king Edmonds liegemen while
we live
and if he staye that shall he soon perceive
Harrold:
Advise you Bailiffs what is best to do
incur not danger with security
Canutus is your king then him obeye
and to his gentle Message say not nay
Both Blifes:
We are resolved to put Canutus back
he comes not here his threats are spent in vain
Herrold:
I fear your wills will put your wits
to pain
if you repent it when it
is too late
i Balife:
You have your answers soldiers guard the
gate
Balifes departe Herrold retvrneth:
Herrold."
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mean to sack
new Troy the state of Edmond Ironside
Command a parley at the City gates
bid them Choose whether they will let us in
or else withstand the vtmost of our wrath
and be Consumed to ashes and to Coals
with flamingo fire which Whilom did destroy
their mother City Quondam Called Troy
The Herrold departeth from the kinge to the walls
soundinge his trumpit The Balifes appeare aboue
Herrold:
Canutus king of England prince of Danes
greets you by me his trusty messenger
Commanding you to serve him as your lord
bidding you wait on him as on your king
and you shall be entreated lovingly
if not he is prepared with fire and sword
to race your City thus he sends you
word:
1 Balife
Go tell your Master thus we answer him
his ships that proudly ride upon the Thames
shall anchor on the ground where he
abides
born by the bloodshed of our Carcasses
and we Compelled by thirst to suck the stream
of this fair river dry, so that his men
may dry-shod march over the floating deeps
ere we will let him enter
in these gates
or ope our lips to Call him sovereign
tell him we are resolved to keep him back
Tell him we are no Traitors but
are sworn
to be king Edmonds liegemen while
we live
and if he staye that shall he soon perceive
Harrold:
Advise you Bailiffs what is best to do
incur not danger with security
Canutus is your king then him obeye
and to his gentle Message say not nay
Both Blifes:
We are resolved to put Canutus back
he comes not here his threats are spent in vain
Herrold:
I fear your wills will put your wits
to pain
if you repent it when it
is too late
i Balife:
You have your answers soldiers guard the
gate
Balifes departe Herrold retvrneth:
Herrold."
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mean to sack
new Troy the state of Edmond Ironside
Command a parley at the City gates
bid them Choose whether they will let us in
or else withstand the vtmost of our wrath
and be Consumed to ashes and to Coals
with flamingo fire which Whilom did destroy
their mother City Quondam Called Troy
The Herrold departeth from the kinge to the walls
soundinge his trumpit The Balifes appeare aboue
Herrold:
Canutus king of England prince of Danes
greets you by me his trusty messenger
Commanding you to serve him as your lord
bidding you wait on him as on your king
and you shall be entreated lovingly
if not he is prepared with fire and sword
to race your City thus he sends you
word:
1 Balife
Go tell your Master thus we answer him
his ships that proudly ride upon the Thames
shall anchor on the ground where he
abides
born by the bloodshed of our Carcasses
and we Compelled by thirst to suck the stream
of this fair river dry, so that his men
may dry-shod march over the floating deeps
ere we will let him enter
in these gates
or ope our lips to Call him sovereign
tell him we are resolved to keep him back
Tell him we are no Traitors but
are sworn
to be king Edmonds liegemen while
we live
and if he staye that shall he soon perceive
Harrold:
Advise you Bailiffs what is best to do
incur not danger with security
Canutus is your king then him obeye
and to his gentle Message say not nay
Both Blifes:
We are resolved to put Canutus back
he comes not here his threats are spent in vain
Herrold:
I fear your wills will put your wits
to pain
if you repent it when it
is too late
i Balife:
You have your answers soldiers guard the
gate
Balifes departe Herrold retvrneth:
Herrold."
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mean to sack
new Troy the state of Edmond Ironside
Command a parley at the City gates
bid them Choose whether they will let us in
or else withstand the vtmost of our wrath
and be Consumed to ashes and to Coals
with flamingo fire which Whilom did destroy
their mother City Quondam Called Troy
The Herrold departeth from the kinge to the walls
soundinge his trumpit The Balifes appeare aboue
Herrold:
Canutus king of England prince of Danes
greets you by me his trusty messenger
Commanding you to serve him as your lord
bidding you wait on him as on your king
and you shall be entreated lovingly
if not he is prepared with fire and sword
to race your City thus he sends you
word:
1 Balife
Go tell your Master thus we answer him
his ships that proudly ride upon the Thames
shall anchor on the ground where he
abides
born by the bloodshed of our Carcasses
and we Compelled by thirst to suck the stream
of this fair river dry, so that his men
may dry-shod march over the floating deeps
ere we will let him enter
in these gates
or ope our lips to Call him sovereign
tell him we are resolved to keep him back
Tell him we are no Traitors but
are sworn
to be king Edmonds liegemen while
we live
and if he staye that shall he soon perceive
Harrold:
Advise you Bailiffs what is best to do
incur not danger with security
Canutus is your king then him obeye
and to his gentle Message say not nay
Both Blifes:
We are resolved to put Canutus back
he comes not here his threats are spent in vain
Herrold:
I fear your wills will put your wits
to pain
if you repent it when it
is too late
i Balife:
You have your answers soldiers guard the
gate
Balifes departe Herrold retvrneth:
Herrold."
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      <description><![CDATA["Their answer good my Lord is negative
full of haughty Courage and disdainful pride
this little peace hath brought their stomachs up
which makes them to disdain your princely mercy
Canutes:
And dare they thus refuse my proffered grace
set they so light by my Commandment
assault, the City batter down the walls
scale all the Turrets, rush the gates asunder
why slack ye soldiers who is foremost man
to give a valiant onset on the Town:
assayle the walls
Enter a Messenger
Messeng'
Worthy Commander of these Warlike troops
Edmond your foe is coming hitherward
with a Choice Company of Armed men
intending to surprise you suddenly
Canutus:
He is welcome though I hope unto his
Cost
We are beholding to his excellence
that he vouchsafe for safeguard of his Town
to yield himself without Compulsion
We are as forward and as fit as he
to give his force an equal Counterbuff
though he suppose to take us unawares
Now noble Lords or never show your
might
to put his Men to sword and him to flight
South:
He that gives back let him be slain
by his next fellow that doth second him
if English men at first begin to fly
Southampton willingly for them will die
Vska:
This day shall manifestly be known
how Danes have better hearts than Englishmen
and bodies answerable to the same
else let them loose their everlasting fame
Edricus:
The day is yours before the fight begins
great and renowned prince fair England's king
for emulation which doth sometime loose
now doth assure you of the victory
See you not how the English Lords Contend
Who should excel in feats of Chivalry
and Creep up farthest in your
highness grace."
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      <description><![CDATA["Their answer good my Lord is negative
full of haughty Courage and disdainful pride
this little peace hath brought their stomachs up
which makes them to disdain your princely mercy
Canutes:
And dare they thus refuse my proffered grace
set they so light by my Commandment
assault, the City batter down the walls
scale all the Turrets, rush the gates asunder
why slack ye soldiers who is foremost man
to give a valiant onset on the Town:
assayle the walls
Enter a Messenger
Messeng'
Worthy Commander of these Warlike troops
Edmond your foe is coming hitherward
with a Choice Company of Armed men
intending to surprise you suddenly
Canutus:
He is welcome though I hope unto his
Cost
We are beholding to his excellence
that he vouchsafe for safeguard of his Town
to yield himself without Compulsion
We are as forward and as fit as he
to give his force an equal Counterbuff
though he suppose to take us unawares
Now noble Lords or never show your
might
to put his Men to sword and him to flight
South:
He that gives back let him be slain
by his next fellow that doth second him
if English men at first begin to fly
Southampton willingly for them will die
Vska:
This day shall manifestly be known
how Danes have better hearts than Englishmen
and bodies answerable to the same
else let them loose their everlasting fame
Edricus:
The day is yours before the fight begins
great and renowned prince fair England's king
for emulation which doth sometime loose
now doth assure you of the victory
See you not how the English Lords Contend
Who should excel in feats of Chivalry
and Creep up farthest in your
highness grace."
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      <description><![CDATA["Their answer good my Lord is negative
full of haughty Courage and disdainful pride
this little peace hath brought their stomachs up
which makes them to disdain your princely mercy
Canutes:
And dare they thus refuse my proffered grace
set they so light by my Commandment
assault, the City batter down the walls
scale all the Turrets, rush the gates asunder
why slack ye soldiers who is foremost man
to give a valiant onset on the Town:
assayle the walls
Enter a Messenger
Messeng'
Worthy Commander of these Warlike troops
Edmond your foe is coming hitherward
with a Choice Company of Armed men
intending to surprise you suddenly
Canutus:
He is welcome though I hope unto his
Cost
We are beholding to his excellence
that he vouchsafe for safeguard of his Town
to yield himself without Compulsion
We are as forward and as fit as he
to give his force an equal Counterbuff
though he suppose to take us unawares
Now noble Lords or never show your
might
to put his Men to sword and him to flight
South:
He that gives back let him be slain
by his next fellow that doth second him
if English men at first begin to fly
Southampton willingly for them will die
Vska:
This day shall manifestly be known
how Danes have better hearts than Englishmen
and bodies answerable to the same
else let them loose their everlasting fame
Edricus:
The day is yours before the fight begins
great and renowned prince fair England's king
for emulation which doth sometime loose
now doth assure you of the victory
See you not how the English Lords Contend
Who should excel in feats of Chivalry
and Creep up farthest in your
highness grace."
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      <description><![CDATA["Their answer good my Lord is negative
full of haughty Courage and disdainful pride
this little peace hath brought their stomachs up
which makes them to disdain your princely mercy
Canutes:
And dare they thus refuse my proffered grace
set they so light by my Commandment
assault, the City batter down the walls
scale all the Turrets, rush the gates asunder
why slack ye soldiers who is foremost man
to give a valiant onset on the Town:
assayle the walls
Enter a Messenger
Messeng'
Worthy Commander of these Warlike troops
Edmond your foe is coming hitherward
with a Choice Company of Armed men
intending to surprise you suddenly
Canutus:
He is welcome though I hope unto his
Cost
We are beholding to his excellence
that he vouchsafe for safeguard of his Town
to yield himself without Compulsion
We are as forward and as fit as he
to give his force an equal Counterbuff
though he suppose to take us unawares
Now noble Lords or never show your
might
to put his Men to sword and him to flight
South:
He that gives back let him be slain
by his next fellow that doth second him
if English men at first begin to fly
Southampton willingly for them will die
Vska:
This day shall manifestly be known
how Danes have better hearts than Englishmen
and bodies answerable to the same
else let them loose their everlasting fame
Edricus:
The day is yours before the fight begins
great and renowned prince fair England's king
for emulation which doth sometime loose
now doth assure you of the victory
See you not how the English Lords Contend
Who should excel in feats of Chivalry
and Creep up farthest in your
highness grace."
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      <description><![CDATA["Their answer good my Lord is negative
full of haughty Courage and disdainful pride
this little peace hath brought their stomachs up
which makes them to disdain your princely mercy
Canutes:
And dare they thus refuse my proffered grace
set they so light by my Commandment
assault, the City batter down the walls
scale all the Turrets, rush the gates asunder
why slack ye soldiers who is foremost man
to give a valiant onset on the Town:
assayle the walls
Enter a Messenger
Messeng'
Worthy Commander of these Warlike troops
Edmond your foe is coming hitherward
with a Choice Company of Armed men
intending to surprise you suddenly
Canutus:
He is welcome though I hope unto his
Cost
We are beholding to his excellence
that he vouchsafe for safeguard of his Town
to yield himself without Compulsion
We are as forward and as fit as he
to give his force an equal Counterbuff
though he suppose to take us unawares
Now noble Lords or never show your
might
to put his Men to sword and him to flight
South:
He that gives back let him be slain
by his next fellow that doth second him
if English men at first begin to fly
Southampton willingly for them will die
Vska:
This day shall manifestly be known
how Danes have better hearts than Englishmen
and bodies answerable to the same
else let them loose their everlasting fame
Edricus:
The day is yours before the fight begins
great and renowned prince fair England's king
for emulation which doth sometime loose
now doth assure you of the victory
See you not how the English Lords Contend
Who should excel in feats of Chivalry
and Creep up farthest in your
highness grace."
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      <description><![CDATA["on the other side, behold brave minded Danes
scorning to o'er-match in feats of Arms
strive who should Compass most by power or wit
to amplify your honourable fame
The soldiers are not slothful in this stir
but ready, forward prompt, and fit to fight
expecting gladly that delightsome hour
When they shall grapple with their
enemies
Then in assurance of this happy Day
arm to the fight it is in vain to staye
Canutus:
I do presume on this to win the field
but all my striving is to get the Crown
Sound Drum wthin
Soft what Churlish Drum doth
ringe so rude appeal
within the hearing of our Armed troops
It is Edmund strike up drums
Enter Edmund wth souldiers
and trumpittes sound
I will not delay my hopes with any parley
Alarum they fight Edmond drives Canutus
offe the stage The drume soundes a farr offe
Enter attired in blacke sayinge:
Chorus:
The fight is hot but Canutus is overcome
and Edmond hunts him out from place to place
he flies to Worcester Edmond follows him
the way is long and I am waxen faint
I fain would have you understand the truth
and see the battles Acted on the stage
But that their length will be
too tedious
then in dumb shows I will explain at large
their fights their flights and Edmonds
victory
for as they strived to Conquer and to kill
even so we strive to purchase your good will
Alarum Enter Canutus flyinge Edmond followinge
they fight The Two kinges parley sounde a Retreate
and parte
Chorus
Canutus is beholding to the gracious sun
who grieved to see such heaps of Carcasses
lie mangled and besmeared in their gore
made haste and went to rest before his time
so that the kings for want of light agreed
to part until Aurora raise the lark
and now it is morning and they join to fight
Alarum Enter Canutus at one dore and Edmu
at the other they fight Canutus gives backe and
flies Enter the souldiers of Edmond persuing
Canutus and his lords Edricus takes a dead m
head vppon his swords poynt holdinge yt vppe
Edmonds souldiers they flie Enter Edmond a
Cheeringe them vp and makes Canutus flie:
Chorus:
Edricus perceiving Canutus to have the worst
and Edmond like to triumph in their fall
out of the bowels of a Traitorous heart
brought forth this subtle dangerous stratagem
whilst the Two Battles dealt the dole of Death
and Edmond in the forefront stoutly fought
with words encouraging his soldiers
and with rude strokes discouraging the Danes
Edricus took up an English dead man's head
and sticking it upon his bloody
sword
unto the vanward of king Edmondes
tropes
held his despiteful and most speedy Course
telling the soldiers Edmond Ironside
was slain, bidding the soldiers yield
or fly the field and trust unto their
heels
The soldiers in a maze began to fly
then Edmond hearing of this stratagem
amongst the Thickest of his enemies
gave notice that he lived a conqueror
his soldiers taking heart returned and fought
his enemies despairing Rune away
Edmond returns in triumph to the field
But Canutus returns in passion and in rage
what after happens with your patience
the entering Actors gives intelligence
Exit
Enter Edmond Ironside wth Lordes and souldiors:
Edmond
Praised be the eternal bulwark of this
land
the fortress of my Crown in whom I trust
that hath thus discomfited my foes
by his omnipotent all-conquering arm
And worthy Lords triumphant warriors
whose valours echo through the mouth of fame
and writes you worthies in the book of life
maugre the envy of detraction
we render hearty thanks to each of you
for fighting in our rites with such bold spirits
Continue to be valiant, and if god
make us once happy in a peaceful Reign
I will guerdon every soldier bounteously
that lifts a weapon to defend our rite
Let us not loiter opportunity
but follow danish Canute and force him fly
One march afore, sound trumpets strike up drums
let shrieking fifes tell Canute that Edmond Comes
The souldiors shout et exeunt
Enter Canutus Edricus wth other Lords and souldiers
Canutus:
A plague upon you all for arrant Cowards
look how a dunghill Cock, not rightly bred
doth come into the pitt with greater grace
rustling his feathers, setting up his plumes
Clapping his wings and Crowing louder out
than doth a cock of game that means to fight
Yet after when he feels the spurs to prick
crakes like a Craven and bewrays himself
Even so my bigbond Danes addressed to fight
as though they meant to scale the Cope of heaven
(and like the Giants grapple with the
gods)
at first encounter rush upon their
foes
but straight retire?"
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      <description><![CDATA["on the other side, behold brave minded Danes
scorning to o'er-match in feats of Arms
strive who should Compass most by power or wit
to amplify your honourable fame
The soldiers are not slothful in this stir
but ready, forward prompt, and fit to fight
expecting gladly that delightsome hour
When they shall grapple with their
enemies
Then in assurance of this happy Day
arm to the fight it is in vain to staye
Canutus:
I do presume on this to win the field
but all my striving is to get the Crown
Sound Drum wthin
Soft what Churlish Drum doth
ringe so rude appeal
within the hearing of our Armed troops
It is Edmund strike up drums
Enter Edmund wth souldiers
and trumpittes sound
I will not delay my hopes with any parley
Alarum they fight Edmond drives Canutus
offe the stage The drume soundes a farr offe
Enter attired in blacke sayinge:
Chorus:
The fight is hot but Canutus is overcome
and Edmond hunts him out from place to place
he flies to Worcester Edmond follows him
the way is long and I am waxen faint
I fain would have you understand the truth
and see the battles Acted on the stage
But that their length will be
too tedious
then in dumb shows I will explain at large
their fights their flights and Edmonds
victory
for as they strived to Conquer and to kill
even so we strive to purchase your good will
Alarum Enter Canutus flyinge Edmond followinge
they fight The Two kinges parley sounde a Retreate
and parte
Chorus
Canutus is beholding to the gracious sun
who grieved to see such heaps of Carcasses
lie mangled and besmeared in their gore
made haste and went to rest before his time
so that the kings for want of light agreed
to part until Aurora raise the lark
and now it is morning and they join to fight
Alarum Enter Canutus at one dore and Edmu
at the other they fight Canutus gives backe and
flies Enter the souldiers of Edmond persuing
Canutus and his lords Edricus takes a dead m
head vppon his swords poynt holdinge yt vppe
Edmonds souldiers they flie Enter Edmond a
Cheeringe them vp and makes Canutus flie:
Chorus:
Edricus perceiving Canutus to have the worst
and Edmond like to triumph in their fall
out of the bowels of a Traitorous heart
brought forth this subtle dangerous stratagem
whilst the Two Battles dealt the dole of Death
and Edmond in the forefront stoutly fought
with words encouraging his soldiers
and with rude strokes discouraging the Danes
Edricus took up an English dead man's head
and sticking it upon his bloody
sword
unto the vanward of king Edmondes
tropes
held his despiteful and most speedy Course
telling the soldiers Edmond Ironside
was slain, bidding the soldiers yield
or fly the field and trust unto their
heels
The soldiers in a maze began to fly
then Edmond hearing of this stratagem
amongst the Thickest of his enemies
gave notice that he lived a conqueror
his soldiers taking heart returned and fought
his enemies despairing Rune away
Edmond returns in triumph to the field
But Canutus returns in passion and in rage
what after happens with your patience
the entering Actors gives intelligence
Exit
Enter Edmond Ironside wth Lordes and souldiors:
Edmond
Praised be the eternal bulwark of this
land
the fortress of my Crown in whom I trust
that hath thus discomfited my foes
by his omnipotent all-conquering arm
And worthy Lords triumphant warriors
whose valours echo through the mouth of fame
and writes you worthies in the book of life
maugre the envy of detraction
we render hearty thanks to each of you
for fighting in our rites with such bold spirits
Continue to be valiant, and if god
make us once happy in a peaceful Reign
I will guerdon every soldier bounteously
that lifts a weapon to defend our rite
Let us not loiter opportunity
but follow danish Canute and force him fly
One march afore, sound trumpets strike up drums
let shrieking fifes tell Canute that Edmond Comes
The souldiors shout et exeunt
Enter Canutus Edricus wth other Lords and souldiers
Canutus:
A plague upon you all for arrant Cowards
look how a dunghill Cock, not rightly bred
doth come into the pitt with greater grace
rustling his feathers, setting up his plumes
Clapping his wings and Crowing louder out
than doth a cock of game that means to fight
Yet after when he feels the spurs to prick
crakes like a Craven and bewrays himself
Even so my bigbond Danes addressed to fight
as though they meant to scale the Cope of heaven
(and like the Giants grapple with the
gods)
at first encounter rush upon their
foes
but straight retire?"
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      <description><![CDATA["Renowned Sovereign do not fret yourself
Fortune in turning will exalt your state
and Change the Countenance of her Cloudy brow
now you must hope for better still and better
and Edmond must expect still worse and worse
A lowering morning proves a fairer day
fortunes il-lfavoured frown shows she will smile
on you and frown on Ironside:
Canutus:
What tellest thou me of fortune and her frowns
of her sour visage and her rolling stone
thy tongue rolls headlong in to flattery
now by these heavens above or
wretched heads
ye are but Cowards every one of you
Edmond is blessed, o had I but his men
I would not dout to Conquer all the world
in shorter time than Alexander did
But all my Danes are Braggadocios
and I accursed to be the general
of such A flock of fearful runaways
South:
Remember you have lost Ten Thousand men
all English born except a Thousand Danes
your pensive looks will kill them that survive
if thus to Choler you give liberty
Canutus:
It were no matter if they all were slain
then they should never run away
again
Vska:
My noble lord our Country men are safe
in all these broils English against
English fight
the Danes or none or very few are slain
Turns towards Vskataul
Canutus:
It was a sign ye fled and did not fight
Is it not a Dishonour unto you
to see a foreign nation fight for me
whenas my homebred Countrymen do run
leaving their king amongst his enemies
Edricus:
Give not such scoop to humorous discontent
we all are partners of your private
griefs
Kings are the heads and if the head but ache
the little finger is distempered
we grieve to see you grieved
which hurteth us
and yet avails not to assuage your grief
You are the Sun my lord we
Marigolds
whenas you shine we spread ourselves abroad
and take our glory from your influence
and
when you hide your face or darken it
with the least encounter of a Cloudy look
we Close our eyes as partners of
your woes
Drooping our heads as grass down weighed with dew
Then Clear ye up my lord and Cheer up us
for now our valours are extinguished
and all our force lies drowned in brinish tears
as Jewels in the bottom of the sea
I do beseech your grace to hear me speak

Edricus talkes to him
South:
I do not like this humour in my
son
it will quite discourage all his followers
Vska:
He stops his ears to all persuasions
his Council cannot be admitted speech
his father Swaine was much more patient
and Could as well brooke loss as victory
Canut:
These words proceed not from A shallow, brain
Edricus
Praise the event my lord the end is all
in the mean time I will go write
to Ironside
craving forgiveness and insinuate:
his yielding favour, he is pitiful
and I am rare in moving passion
I know the prince will quickly Credited me
and putt affiance in my smooth pretence
but whatsoever he doth or minds
to do
you shall be sure to have
intelligence
But good my Lord leave me a little while
to private Contemplation for my head
swims full of plots and other stratagems
of great avail and I must empty it
Canute:
God prosper what thou dost intend
Edricus:
Pray to the devil god is not my friend
Exeunt manet Edricus
Stich, what Stich, Call in Stich
Enter Stich
Stich:
Here is a Stiching indeed, you have made Stich have a stich
in his
side, with Coming so hastily after
diner
Edricus:
Why villain darest thou eat meat
in these troublesome times
Stich:
Dare I eat meat aye and eat time be he never so troublesome
my lord were Mars himself made of beef and brews
I durst in this Choleric stomach devour him quick
Edrick:
Sure ye are a tall man
Stich:
Aye sir at the end of a fray, and beginning of a feast
Edricus:
well fetch me paper and a Corngraph
Stich:
a horngrafter what is that, sir?"
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      <description><![CDATA["Renowned Sovereign do not fret yourself
Fortune in turning will exalt your state
and Change the Countenance of her Cloudy brow
now you must hope for better still and better
and Edmond must expect still worse and worse
A lowering morning proves a fairer day
fortunes il-lfavoured frown shows she will smile
on you and frown on Ironside:
Canutus:
What tellest thou me of fortune and her frowns
of her sour visage and her rolling stone
thy tongue rolls headlong in to flattery
now by these heavens above or
wretched heads
ye are but Cowards every one of you
Edmond is blessed, o had I but his men
I would not dout to Conquer all the world
in shorter time than Alexander did
But all my Danes are Braggadocios
and I accursed to be the general
of such A flock of fearful runaways
South:
Remember you have lost Ten Thousand men
all English born except a Thousand Danes
your pensive looks will kill them that survive
if thus to Choler you give liberty
Canutus:
It were no matter if they all were slain
then they should never run away
again
Vska:
My noble lord our Country men are safe
in all these broils English against
English fight
the Danes or none or very few are slain
Turns towards Vskataul
Canutus:
It was a sign ye fled and did not fight
Is it not a Dishonour unto you
to see a foreign nation fight for me
whenas my homebred Countrymen do run
leaving their king amongst his enemies
Edricus:
Give not such scoop to humorous discontent
we all are partners of your private
griefs
Kings are the heads and if the head but ache
the little finger is distempered
we grieve to see you grieved
which hurteth us
and yet avails not to assuage your grief
You are the Sun my lord we
Marigolds
whenas you shine we spread ourselves abroad
and take our glory from your influence
and
when you hide your face or darken it
with the least encounter of a Cloudy look
we Close our eyes as partners of
your woes
Drooping our heads as grass down weighed with dew
Then Clear ye up my lord and Cheer up us
for now our valours are extinguished
and all our force lies drowned in brinish tears
as Jewels in the bottom of the sea
I do beseech your grace to hear me speak

Edricus talkes to him
South:
I do not like this humour in my
son
it will quite discourage all his followers
Vska:
He stops his ears to all persuasions
his Council cannot be admitted speech
his father Swaine was much more patient
and Could as well brooke loss as victory
Canut:
These words proceed not from A shallow, brain
Edricus
Praise the event my lord the end is all
in the mean time I will go write
to Ironside
craving forgiveness and insinuate:
his yielding favour, he is pitiful
and I am rare in moving passion
I know the prince will quickly Credited me
and putt affiance in my smooth pretence
but whatsoever he doth or minds
to do
you shall be sure to have
intelligence
But good my Lord leave me a little while
to private Contemplation for my head
swims full of plots and other stratagems
of great avail and I must empty it
Canute:
God prosper what thou dost intend
Edricus:
Pray to the devil god is not my friend
Exeunt manet Edricus
Stich, what Stich, Call in Stich
Enter Stich
Stich:
Here is a Stiching indeed, you have made Stich have a stich
in his
side, with Coming so hastily after
diner
Edricus:
Why villain darest thou eat meat
in these troublesome times
Stich:
Dare I eat meat aye and eat time be he never so troublesome
my lord were Mars himself made of beef and brews
I durst in this Choleric stomach devour him quick
Edrick:
Sure ye are a tall man
Stich:
Aye sir at the end of a fray, and beginning of a feast
Edricus:
well fetch me paper and a Corngraph
Stich:
a horngrafter what is that, sir?"
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      <description><![CDATA["on the other side, behold brave minded Danes
scorning to o'er-match in feats of Arms
strive who should Compass most by power or wit
to amplify your honourable fame
The soldiers are not slothful in this stir
but ready, forward prompt, and fit to fight
expecting gladly that delightsome hour
When they shall grapple with their
enemies
Then in assurance of this happy Day
arm to the fight it is in vain to staye
Canutus:
I do presume on this to win the field
but all my striving is to get the Crown
Sound Drum wthin
Soft what Churlish Drum doth
ringe so rude appeal
within the hearing of our Armed troops
It is Edmund strike up drums
Enter Edmund wth souldiers
and trumpittes sound
I will not delay my hopes with any parley
Alarum they fight Edmond drives Canutus
offe the stage The drume soundes a farr offe
Enter attired in blacke sayinge:
Chorus:
The fight is hot but Canutus is overcome
and Edmond hunts him out from place to place
he flies to Worcester Edmond follows him
the way is long and I am waxen faint
I fain would have you understand the truth
and see the battles Acted on the stage
But that their length will be
too tedious
then in dumb shows I will explain at large
their fights their flights and Edmonds
victory
for as they strived to Conquer and to kill
even so we strive to purchase your good will
Alarum Enter Canutus flyinge Edmond followinge
they fight The Two kinges parley sounde a Retreate
and parte
Chorus
Canutus is beholding to the gracious sun
who grieved to see such heaps of Carcasses
lie mangled and besmeared in their gore
made haste and went to rest before his time
so that the kings for want of light agreed
to part until Aurora raise the lark
and now it is morning and they join to fight
Alarum Enter Canutus at one dore and Edmu
at the other they fight Canutus gives backe and
flies Enter the souldiers of Edmond persuing
Canutus and his lords Edricus takes a dead m
head vppon his swords poynt holdinge yt vppe
Edmonds souldiers they flie Enter Edmond a
Cheeringe them vp and makes Canutus flie:
Chorus:
Edricus perceiving Canutus to have the worst
and Edmond like to triumph in their fall
out of the bowels of a Traitorous heart
brought forth this subtle dangerous stratagem
whilst the Two Battles dealt the dole of Death
and Edmond in the forefront stoutly fought
with words encouraging his soldiers
and with rude strokes discouraging the Danes
Edricus took up an English dead man's head
and sticking it upon his bloody
sword
unto the vanward of king Edmondes
tropes
held his despiteful and most speedy Course
telling the soldiers Edmond Ironside
was slain, bidding the soldiers yield
or fly the field and trust unto their
heels
The soldiers in a maze began to fly
then Edmond hearing of this stratagem
amongst the Thickest of his enemies
gave notice that he lived a conqueror
his soldiers taking heart returned and fought
his enemies despairing Rune away
Edmond returns in triumph to the field
But Canutus returns in passion and in rage
what after happens with your patience
the entering Actors gives intelligence
Exit
Enter Edmond Ironside wth Lordes and souldiors:
Edmond
Praised be the eternal bulwark of this
land
the fortress of my Crown in whom I trust
that hath thus discomfited my foes
by his omnipotent all-conquering arm
And worthy Lords triumphant warriors
whose valours echo through the mouth of fame
and writes you worthies in the book of life
maugre the envy of detraction
we render hearty thanks to each of you
for fighting in our rites with such bold spirits
Continue to be valiant, and if god
make us once happy in a peaceful Reign
I will guerdon every soldier bounteously
that lifts a weapon to defend our rite
Let us not loiter opportunity
but follow danish Canute and force him fly
One march afore, sound trumpets strike up drums
let shrieking fifes tell Canute that Edmond Comes
The souldiors shout et exeunt
Enter Canutus Edricus wth other Lords and souldiers
Canutus:
A plague upon you all for arrant Cowards
look how a dunghill Cock, not rightly bred
doth come into the pitt with greater grace
rustling his feathers, setting up his plumes
Clapping his wings and Crowing louder out
than doth a cock of game that means to fight
Yet after when he feels the spurs to prick
crakes like a Craven and bewrays himself
Even so my bigbond Danes addressed to fight
as though they meant to scale the Cope of heaven
(and like the Giants grapple with the
gods)
at first encounter rush upon their
foes
but straight retire?"
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      <description><![CDATA["Renowned Sovereign do not fret yourself
Fortune in turning will exalt your state
and Change the Countenance of her Cloudy brow
now you must hope for better still and better
and Edmond must expect still worse and worse
A lowering morning proves a fairer day
fortunes il-lfavoured frown shows she will smile
on you and frown on Ironside:
Canutus:
What tellest thou me of fortune and her frowns
of her sour visage and her rolling stone
thy tongue rolls headlong in to flattery
now by these heavens above or
wretched heads
ye are but Cowards every one of you
Edmond is blessed, o had I but his men
I would not dout to Conquer all the world
in shorter time than Alexander did
But all my Danes are Braggadocios
and I accursed to be the general
of such A flock of fearful runaways
South:
Remember you have lost Ten Thousand men
all English born except a Thousand Danes
your pensive looks will kill them that survive
if thus to Choler you give liberty
Canutus:
It were no matter if they all were slain
then they should never run away
again
Vska:
My noble lord our Country men are safe
in all these broils English against
English fight
the Danes or none or very few are slain
Turns towards Vskataul
Canutus:
It was a sign ye fled and did not fight
Is it not a Dishonour unto you
to see a foreign nation fight for me
whenas my homebred Countrymen do run
leaving their king amongst his enemies
Edricus:
Give not such scoop to humorous discontent
we all are partners of your private
griefs
Kings are the heads and if the head but ache
the little finger is distempered
we grieve to see you grieved
which hurteth us
and yet avails not to assuage your grief
You are the Sun my lord we
Marigolds
whenas you shine we spread ourselves abroad
and take our glory from your influence
and
when you hide your face or darken it
with the least encounter of a Cloudy look
we Close our eyes as partners of
your woes
Drooping our heads as grass down weighed with dew
Then Clear ye up my lord and Cheer up us
for now our valours are extinguished
and all our force lies drowned in brinish tears
as Jewels in the bottom of the sea
I do beseech your grace to hear me speak

Edricus talkes to him
South:
I do not like this humour in my
son
it will quite discourage all his followers
Vska:
He stops his ears to all persuasions
his Council cannot be admitted speech
his father Swaine was much more patient
and Could as well brooke loss as victory
Canut:
These words proceed not from A shallow, brain
Edricus
Praise the event my lord the end is all
in the mean time I will go write
to Ironside
craving forgiveness and insinuate:
his yielding favour, he is pitiful
and I am rare in moving passion
I know the prince will quickly Credited me
and putt affiance in my smooth pretence
but whatsoever he doth or minds
to do
you shall be sure to have
intelligence
But good my Lord leave me a little while
to private Contemplation for my head
swims full of plots and other stratagems
of great avail and I must empty it
Canute:
God prosper what thou dost intend
Edricus:
Pray to the devil god is not my friend
Exeunt manet Edricus
Stich, what Stich, Call in Stich
Enter Stich
Stich:
Here is a Stiching indeed, you have made Stich have a stich
in his
side, with Coming so hastily after
diner
Edricus:
Why villain darest thou eat meat
in these troublesome times
Stich:
Dare I eat meat aye and eat time be he never so troublesome
my lord were Mars himself made of beef and brews
I durst in this Choleric stomach devour him quick
Edrick:
Sure ye are a tall man
Stich:
Aye sir at the end of a fray, and beginning of a feast
Edricus:
well fetch me paper and a Corngraph
Stich:
a horngrafter what is that, sir?"
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      <description><![CDATA["on the other side, behold brave minded Danes
scorning to o'er-match in feats of Arms
strive who should Compass most by power or wit
to amplify your honourable fame
The soldiers are not slothful in this stir
but ready, forward prompt, and fit to fight
expecting gladly that delightsome hour
When they shall grapple with their
enemies
Then in assurance of this happy Day
arm to the fight it is in vain to staye
Canutus:
I do presume on this to win the field
but all my striving is to get the Crown
Sound Drum wthin
Soft what Churlish Drum doth
ringe so rude appeal
within the hearing of our Armed troops
It is Edmund strike up drums
Enter Edmund wth souldiers
and trumpittes sound
I will not delay my hopes with any parley
Alarum they fight Edmond drives Canutus
offe the stage The drume soundes a farr offe
Enter attired in blacke sayinge:
Chorus:
The fight is hot but Canutus is overcome
and Edmond hunts him out from place to place
he flies to Worcester Edmond follows him
the way is long and I am waxen faint
I fain would have you understand the truth
and see the battles Acted on the stage
But that their length will be
too tedious
then in dumb shows I will explain at large
their fights their flights and Edmonds
victory
for as they strived to Conquer and to kill
even so we strive to purchase your good will
Alarum Enter Canutus flyinge Edmond followinge
they fight The Two kinges parley sounde a Retreate
and parte
Chorus
Canutus is beholding to the gracious sun
who grieved to see such heaps of Carcasses
lie mangled and besmeared in their gore
made haste and went to rest before his time
so that the kings for want of light agreed
to part until Aurora raise the lark
and now it is morning and they join to fight
Alarum Enter Canutus at one dore and Edmu
at the other they fight Canutus gives backe and
flies Enter the souldiers of Edmond persuing
Canutus and his lords Edricus takes a dead m
head vppon his swords poynt holdinge yt vppe
Edmonds souldiers they flie Enter Edmond a
Cheeringe them vp and makes Canutus flie:
Chorus:
Edricus perceiving Canutus to have the worst
and Edmond like to triumph in their fall
out of the bowels of a Traitorous heart
brought forth this subtle dangerous stratagem
whilst the Two Battles dealt the dole of Death
and Edmond in the forefront stoutly fought
with words encouraging his soldiers
and with rude strokes discouraging the Danes
Edricus took up an English dead man's head
and sticking it upon his bloody
sword
unto the vanward of king Edmondes
tropes
held his despiteful and most speedy Course
telling the soldiers Edmond Ironside
was slain, bidding the soldiers yield
or fly the field and trust unto their
heels
The soldiers in a maze began to fly
then Edmond hearing of this stratagem
amongst the Thickest of his enemies
gave notice that he lived a conqueror
his soldiers taking heart returned and fought
his enemies despairing Rune away
Edmond returns in triumph to the field
But Canutus returns in passion and in rage
what after happens with your patience
the entering Actors gives intelligence
Exit
Enter Edmond Ironside wth Lordes and souldiors:
Edmond
Praised be the eternal bulwark of this
land
the fortress of my Crown in whom I trust
that hath thus discomfited my foes
by his omnipotent all-conquering arm
And worthy Lords triumphant warriors
whose valours echo through the mouth of fame
and writes you worthies in the book of life
maugre the envy of detraction
we render hearty thanks to each of you
for fighting in our rites with such bold spirits
Continue to be valiant, and if god
make us once happy in a peaceful Reign
I will guerdon every soldier bounteously
that lifts a weapon to defend our rite
Let us not loiter opportunity
but follow danish Canute and force him fly
One march afore, sound trumpets strike up drums
let shrieking fifes tell Canute that Edmond Comes
The souldiors shout et exeunt
Enter Canutus Edricus wth other Lords and souldiers
Canutus:
A plague upon you all for arrant Cowards
look how a dunghill Cock, not rightly bred
doth come into the pitt with greater grace
rustling his feathers, setting up his plumes
Clapping his wings and Crowing louder out
than doth a cock of game that means to fight
Yet after when he feels the spurs to prick
crakes like a Craven and bewrays himself
Even so my bigbond Danes addressed to fight
as though they meant to scale the Cope of heaven
(and like the Giants grapple with the
gods)
at first encounter rush upon their
foes
but straight retire?"
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      <description><![CDATA["I will quickly know
come hither fellow tell thy master thus:
he pulls of the velvet patch of his face
what Edricus is is you I thought no less
you meant some good no dot tell me the troth
what was the reason you Came this disguised
Edricus:
Now wit or never help, poor naked truth
hath taken away suspicion of deceit
I need no art, Art cannot help
me now
then plainly thus renowned sovereign
I came thus plainly to your majesty
disguised in clowns attire to sound the truth
what opinion if good or bad
You had of me, And if I found it good
I had dethroned to bewray myself
if otherwise, I meant with secret speed
to leave my native country and to exile
myself from England sailing into Spaine
whereas I meant in Contemplation
in pilgrimage and prayers for your grace
to end my life."
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      <description><![CDATA["Renowned Sovereign do not fret yourself
Fortune in turning will exalt your state
and Change the Countenance of her Cloudy brow
now you must hope for better still and better
and Edmond must expect still worse and worse
A lowering morning proves a fairer day
fortunes il-lfavoured frown shows she will smile
on you and frown on Ironside:
Canutus:
What tellest thou me of fortune and her frowns
of her sour visage and her rolling stone
thy tongue rolls headlong in to flattery
now by these heavens above or
wretched heads
ye are but Cowards every one of you
Edmond is blessed, o had I but his men
I would not dout to Conquer all the world
in shorter time than Alexander did
But all my Danes are Braggadocios
and I accursed to be the general
of such A flock of fearful runaways
South:
Remember you have lost Ten Thousand men
all English born except a Thousand Danes
your pensive looks will kill them that survive
if thus to Choler you give liberty
Canutus:
It were no matter if they all were slain
then they should never run away
again
Vska:
My noble lord our Country men are safe
in all these broils English against
English fight
the Danes or none or very few are slain
Turns towards Vskataul
Canutus:
It was a sign ye fled and did not fight
Is it not a Dishonour unto you
to see a foreign nation fight for me
whenas my homebred Countrymen do run
leaving their king amongst his enemies
Edricus:
Give not such scoop to humorous discontent
we all are partners of your private
griefs
Kings are the heads and if the head but ache
the little finger is distempered
we grieve to see you grieved
which hurteth us
and yet avails not to assuage your grief
You are the Sun my lord we
Marigolds
whenas you shine we spread ourselves abroad
and take our glory from your influence
and
when you hide your face or darken it
with the least encounter of a Cloudy look
we Close our eyes as partners of
your woes
Drooping our heads as grass down weighed with dew
Then Clear ye up my lord and Cheer up us
for now our valours are extinguished
and all our force lies drowned in brinish tears
as Jewels in the bottom of the sea
I do beseech your grace to hear me speak

Edricus talkes to him
South:
I do not like this humour in my
son
it will quite discourage all his followers
Vska:
He stops his ears to all persuasions
his Council cannot be admitted speech
his father Swaine was much more patient
and Could as well brooke loss as victory
Canut:
These words proceed not from A shallow, brain
Edricus
Praise the event my lord the end is all
in the mean time I will go write
to Ironside
craving forgiveness and insinuate:
his yielding favour, he is pitiful
and I am rare in moving passion
I know the prince will quickly Credited me
and putt affiance in my smooth pretence
but whatsoever he doth or minds
to do
you shall be sure to have
intelligence
But good my Lord leave me a little while
to private Contemplation for my head
swims full of plots and other stratagems
of great avail and I must empty it
Canute:
God prosper what thou dost intend
Edricus:
Pray to the devil god is not my friend
Exeunt manet Edricus
Stich, what Stich, Call in Stich
Enter Stich
Stich:
Here is a Stiching indeed, you have made Stich have a stich
in his
side, with Coming so hastily after
diner
Edricus:
Why villain darest thou eat meat
in these troublesome times
Stich:
Dare I eat meat aye and eat time be he never so troublesome
my lord were Mars himself made of beef and brews
I durst in this Choleric stomach devour him quick
Edrick:
Sure ye are a tall man
Stich:
Aye sir at the end of a fray, and beginning of a feast
Edricus:
well fetch me paper and a Corngraph
Stich:
a horngrafter what is that, sir?"
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      <description><![CDATA["Renowned Sovereign do not fret yourself
Fortune in turning will exalt your state
and Change the Countenance of her Cloudy brow
now you must hope for better still and better
and Edmond must expect still worse and worse
A lowering morning proves a fairer day
fortunes il-lfavoured frown shows she will smile
on you and frown on Ironside:
Canutus:
What tellest thou me of fortune and her frowns
of her sour visage and her rolling stone
thy tongue rolls headlong in to flattery
now by these heavens above or
wretched heads
ye are but Cowards every one of you
Edmond is blessed, o had I but his men
I would not dout to Conquer all the world
in shorter time than Alexander did
But all my Danes are Braggadocios
and I accursed to be the general
of such A flock of fearful runaways
South:
Remember you have lost Ten Thousand men
all English born except a Thousand Danes
your pensive looks will kill them that survive
if thus to Choler you give liberty
Canutus:
It were no matter if they all were slain
then they should never run away
again
Vska:
My noble lord our Country men are safe
in all these broils English against
English fight
the Danes or none or very few are slain
Turns towards Vskataul
Canutus:
It was a sign ye fled and did not fight
Is it not a Dishonour unto you
to see a foreign nation fight for me
whenas my homebred Countrymen do run
leaving their king amongst his enemies
Edricus:
Give not such scoop to humorous discontent
we all are partners of your private
griefs
Kings are the heads and if the head but ache
the little finger is distempered
we grieve to see you grieved
which hurteth us
and yet avails not to assuage your grief
You are the Sun my lord we
Marigolds
whenas you shine we spread ourselves abroad
and take our glory from your influence
and
when you hide your face or darken it
with the least encounter of a Cloudy look
we Close our eyes as partners of
your woes
Drooping our heads as grass down weighed with dew
Then Clear ye up my lord and Cheer up us
for now our valours are extinguished
and all our force lies drowned in brinish tears
as Jewels in the bottom of the sea
I do beseech your grace to hear me speak

Edricus talkes to him
South:
I do not like this humour in my
son
it will quite discourage all his followers
Vska:
He stops his ears to all persuasions
his Council cannot be admitted speech
his father Swaine was much more patient
and Could as well brooke loss as victory
Canut:
These words proceed not from A shallow, brain
Edricus
Praise the event my lord the end is all
in the mean time I will go write
to Ironside
craving forgiveness and insinuate:
his yielding favour, he is pitiful
and I am rare in moving passion
I know the prince will quickly Credited me
and putt affiance in my smooth pretence
but whatsoever he doth or minds
to do
you shall be sure to have
intelligence
But good my Lord leave me a little while
to private Contemplation for my head
swims full of plots and other stratagems
of great avail and I must empty it
Canute:
God prosper what thou dost intend
Edricus:
Pray to the devil god is not my friend
Exeunt manet Edricus
Stich, what Stich, Call in Stich
Enter Stich
Stich:
Here is a Stiching indeed, you have made Stich have a stich
in his
side, with Coming so hastily after
diner
Edricus:
Why villain darest thou eat meat
in these troublesome times
Stich:
Dare I eat meat aye and eat time be he never so troublesome
my lord were Mars himself made of beef and brews
I durst in this Choleric stomach devour him quick
Edrick:
Sure ye are a tall man
Stich:
Aye sir at the end of a fray, and beginning of a feast
Edricus:
well fetch me paper and a Corngraph
Stich:
a horngrafter what is that, sir?"
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      <description><![CDATA["Renowned Sovereign do not fret yourself
Fortune in turning will exalt your state
and Change the Countenance of her Cloudy brow
now you must hope for better still and better
and Edmond must expect still worse and worse
A lowering morning proves a fairer day
fortunes il-lfavoured frown shows she will smile
on you and frown on Ironside:
Canutus:
What tellest thou me of fortune and her frowns
of her sour visage and her rolling stone
thy tongue rolls headlong in to flattery
now by these heavens above or
wretched heads
ye are but Cowards every one of you
Edmond is blessed, o had I but his men
I would not dout to Conquer all the world
in shorter time than Alexander did
But all my Danes are Braggadocios
and I accursed to be the general
of such A flock of fearful runaways
South:
Remember you have lost Ten Thousand men
all English born except a Thousand Danes
your pensive looks will kill them that survive
if thus to Choler you give liberty
Canutus:
It were no matter if they all were slain
then they should never run away
again
Vska:
My noble lord our Country men are safe
in all these broils English against
English fight
the Danes or none or very few are slain
Turns towards Vskataul
Canutus:
It was a sign ye fled and did not fight
Is it not a Dishonour unto you
to see a foreign nation fight for me
whenas my homebred Countrymen do run
leaving their king amongst his enemies
Edricus:
Give not such scoop to humorous discontent
we all are partners of your private
griefs
Kings are the heads and if the head but ache
the little finger is distempered
we grieve to see you grieved
which hurteth us
and yet avails not to assuage your grief
You are the Sun my lord we
Marigolds
whenas you shine we spread ourselves abroad
and take our glory from your influence
and
when you hide your face or darken it
with the least encounter of a Cloudy look
we Close our eyes as partners of
your woes
Drooping our heads as grass down weighed with dew
Then Clear ye up my lord and Cheer up us
for now our valours are extinguished
and all our force lies drowned in brinish tears
as Jewels in the bottom of the sea
I do beseech your grace to hear me speak

Edricus talkes to him
South:
I do not like this humour in my
son
it will quite discourage all his followers
Vska:
He stops his ears to all persuasions
his Council cannot be admitted speech
his father Swaine was much more patient
and Could as well brooke loss as victory
Canut:
These words proceed not from A shallow, brain
Edricus
Praise the event my lord the end is all
in the mean time I will go write
to Ironside
craving forgiveness and insinuate:
his yielding favour, he is pitiful
and I am rare in moving passion
I know the prince will quickly Credited me
and putt affiance in my smooth pretence
but whatsoever he doth or minds
to do
you shall be sure to have
intelligence
But good my Lord leave me a little while
to private Contemplation for my head
swims full of plots and other stratagems
of great avail and I must empty it
Canute:
God prosper what thou dost intend
Edricus:
Pray to the devil god is not my friend
Exeunt manet Edricus
Stich, what Stich, Call in Stich
Enter Stich
Stich:
Here is a Stiching indeed, you have made Stich have a stich
in his
side, with Coming so hastily after
diner
Edricus:
Why villain darest thou eat meat
in these troublesome times
Stich:
Dare I eat meat aye and eat time be he never so troublesome
my lord were Mars himself made of beef and brews
I durst in this Choleric stomach devour him quick
Edrick:
Sure ye are a tall man
Stich:
Aye sir at the end of a fray, and beginning of a feast
Edricus:
well fetch me paper and a Corngraph
Stich:
a horngrafter what is that, sir?"
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      <description><![CDATA["I will quickly know
come hither fellow tell thy master thus:
he pulls of the velvet patch of his face
what Edricus is is you I thought no less
you meant some good no dot tell me the troth
what was the reason you Came this disguised
Edricus:
Now wit or never help, poor naked truth
hath taken away suspicion of deceit
I need no art, Art cannot help
me now
then plainly thus renowned sovereign
I came thus plainly to your majesty
disguised in clowns attire to sound the truth
what opinion if good or bad
You had of me, And if I found it good
I had dethroned to bewray myself
if otherwise, I meant with secret speed
to leave my native country and to exile
myself from England sailing into Spaine
whereas I meant in Contemplation
in pilgrimage and prayers for your grace
to end my life."
			<p><a href='https://tlcmap.org/search?id=tec2d8'>TLCMap</a></p>
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      <description><![CDATA["saith:
Ifaith ye lie
they whisper againe
Tut, tut, it cannot be
they whisper againe
If this be true I pardon thee for all
and will reward thee with deserved grace
I will not dot it, faith I think it is true
though it were not in hope thou wilt amend
go let us in and let all quarrels end
for now I mean indeed to Credited thee
by being captain general of my army
Edricus:
Duty and thanks I give it is all I have
See what dissimulation brings to pass
how quickly I Can make the king an ass
Exeunt
Enter Emma her Two sonnes Alphred and
Edward in each hand Gunthranus goeinge before
Emma:
Sweet Boys born to be crossed before your time
o let me kiss you ere you go away
cursed be the Cause of our departing thus
the prosecution of these bloody Danes
whose unrelenting eyes delight to see
the full conclusion of or tragedy
Alphred:
Good mother sorrow not though we depart
we shall be welcome to our uncle Richard
and safer there than in this troubled Isle
which like the reeling sea is tossed with war
here we are ever in continual broils
there in tranquillity in peace and rest
here in the midst of unknown enemies
there in the arms of true approved friends
here danger eminent doth Compass us
there friends and friendly Counsel shall defend us
Therefore rejoice we are escaped the Danes
whose greedy maws devours the Saxons blood
like hungry lions, void of any good
Emma:
Good boy in whom thy fathers feature lives
though death hath seized him in his wasteful arms
if I could moderate my grieved mind
without remembrance whatever now I was
then should my grief diminish with my tears
But memory the afflictor of the soul
bides me remember how I was a Queen
how Egelredus was my lawful Lord
how Normands Duke was my renowned sire
how England was my pleasures paradise
and how time was when time did wait on me
All these are but Bellows to the fire
to burn my heart, consumed afore with sighs
Alphred, Need is a child thou art of age
to take example by my misery
not to believe foul fortunes flattery
ward
Good mother weep not, if ye do I will cry
Emma:
Ah my pretty heart
hast thou a feeling of my passion?"
			<p><a href='https://tlcmap.org/search?id=tec2dc'>TLCMap</a></p>
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      <styleUrl>#TLCMapStyle</styleUrl>
      <description><![CDATA["saith:
Ifaith ye lie
they whisper againe
Tut, tut, it cannot be
they whisper againe
If this be true I pardon thee for all
and will reward thee with deserved grace
I will not dot it, faith I think it is true
though it were not in hope thou wilt amend
go let us in and let all quarrels end
for now I mean indeed to Credited thee
by being captain general of my army
Edricus:
Duty and thanks I give it is all I have
See what dissimulation brings to pass
how quickly I Can make the king an ass
Exeunt
Enter Emma her Two sonnes Alphred and
Edward in each hand Gunthranus goeinge before
Emma:
Sweet Boys born to be crossed before your time
o let me kiss you ere you go away
cursed be the Cause of our departing thus
the prosecution of these bloody Danes
whose unrelenting eyes delight to see
the full conclusion of or tragedy
Alphred:
Good mother sorrow not though we depart
we shall be welcome to our uncle Richard
and safer there than in this troubled Isle
which like the reeling sea is tossed with war
here we are ever in continual broils
there in tranquillity in peace and rest
here in the midst of unknown enemies
there in the arms of true approved friends
here danger eminent doth Compass us
there friends and friendly Counsel shall defend us
Therefore rejoice we are escaped the Danes
whose greedy maws devours the Saxons blood
like hungry lions, void of any good
Emma:
Good boy in whom thy fathers feature lives
though death hath seized him in his wasteful arms
if I could moderate my grieved mind
without remembrance whatever now I was
then should my grief diminish with my tears
But memory the afflictor of the soul
bides me remember how I was a Queen
how Egelredus was my lawful Lord
how Normands Duke was my renowned sire
how England was my pleasures paradise
and how time was when time did wait on me
All these are but Bellows to the fire
to burn my heart, consumed afore with sighs
Alphred, Need is a child thou art of age
to take example by my misery
not to believe foul fortunes flattery
ward
Good mother weep not, if ye do I will cry
Emma:
Ah my pretty heart
hast thou a feeling of my passion?"
			<p><a href='https://tlcmap.org/search?id=tec2de'>TLCMap</a></p>
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      <name><![CDATA[danes]]></name>
      <styleUrl>#TLCMapStyle</styleUrl>
      <description><![CDATA["saith:
Ifaith ye lie
they whisper againe
Tut, tut, it cannot be
they whisper againe
If this be true I pardon thee for all
and will reward thee with deserved grace
I will not dot it, faith I think it is true
though it were not in hope thou wilt amend
go let us in and let all quarrels end
for now I mean indeed to Credited thee
by being captain general of my army
Edricus:
Duty and thanks I give it is all I have
See what dissimulation brings to pass
how quickly I Can make the king an ass
Exeunt
Enter Emma her Two sonnes Alphred and
Edward in each hand Gunthranus goeinge before
Emma:
Sweet Boys born to be crossed before your time
o let me kiss you ere you go away
cursed be the Cause of our departing thus
the prosecution of these bloody Danes
whose unrelenting eyes delight to see
the full conclusion of or tragedy
Alphred:
Good mother sorrow not though we depart
we shall be welcome to our uncle Richard
and safer there than in this troubled Isle
which like the reeling sea is tossed with war
here we are ever in continual broils
there in tranquillity in peace and rest
here in the midst of unknown enemies
there in the arms of true approved friends
here danger eminent doth Compass us
there friends and friendly Counsel shall defend us
Therefore rejoice we are escaped the Danes
whose greedy maws devours the Saxons blood
like hungry lions, void of any good
Emma:
Good boy in whom thy fathers feature lives
though death hath seized him in his wasteful arms
if I could moderate my grieved mind
without remembrance whatever now I was
then should my grief diminish with my tears
But memory the afflictor of the soul
bides me remember how I was a Queen
how Egelredus was my lawful Lord
how Normands Duke was my renowned sire
how England was my pleasures paradise
and how time was when time did wait on me
All these are but Bellows to the fire
to burn my heart, consumed afore with sighs
Alphred, Need is a child thou art of age
to take example by my misery
not to believe foul fortunes flattery
ward
Good mother weep not, if ye do I will cry
Emma:
Ah my pretty heart
hast thou a feeling of my passion?"
			<p><a href='https://tlcmap.org/search?id=tec2d9'>TLCMap</a></p>
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      <description><![CDATA["Enter a messenger runinge
Messenger:
Haste, haste, king Edmund to relieve thy land
which is oppressed by multitudes of Danes
they swarm along thy Costs like little gnats
over."
			<p><a href='https://tlcmap.org/search?id=tec2db'>TLCMap</a></p>
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      <name><![CDATA[danes]]></name>
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      <description><![CDATA["a river in a Summers night
or like to bees when they begin to flight
so Comes these Danes prepared fit to fight
Their Battle mane of Threescore Thousand men
with bristle pointed spears which upright stand
shows like a new shred grove of Ashes tall
or else a wood of pines and cedars tall small
Their flags and Banners yellow, blue and red
resembles much the weeds in ripened Corn
Their Drums and Trumpets with a dreadful sound
of Clashing armour and fire-breathing steeds
sounds like the fearful Thunder sent from heaven
mixed with Eolus boisterous northern breath
They pray upon thy subjects cruelly
like hungry Tigers upon silly kids
sparing not Ancient men for reverence
nor women for imbecility
nor guiltless babes for their unspotted life
nor holy men their madness is so rife
Edmund:
A sunshine Day is quickly overcast
a springing bud is killed with a blast
I see my state is fickle and unsure
there is nothing in this world can firmly Endure
yet courage Lords we were and are the same
our hearts are sound our bodies are not lame
then let not fear dismay your warlike might
god fights for us, god will defend the right
Base Edricus thou wert the fatal Crow
that by thy horrid voice this news did show
thou camest to gain with Cursed treachery
the surname of vild inkname policy
Right did I think whenas the fox did preach
he meant to get a goose within his reach
right did I Guess when with thy oily speech
thou didst my pardon and my grace beseech
some mischief was a-broach but god above
Doth always at a pinch my patron prove
And we have now learned though to our laile
not to believe each smooth face forged tale
Edricus:
Now my most gracious Lord as god shall help me
my coming was only for this intent
to unfold Canutus coming and bewray
matters of secret to your majesty
Counsels of great avail rare stratagems
plotted by Canutus which now shall die with me
if you seem any whit suspicious
Edmund
Aye prithee hark, let me hear some of them
Edrius talketh wth Edmund secretly Alfricke pulls him backe
Alfricke:
Traitor darest thou presume
to speak unto thy sovereign?"
			<p><a href='https://tlcmap.org/search?id=tec2dd'>TLCMap</a></p>
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      <name><![CDATA[troye]]></name>
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      <description><![CDATA["then will I weep the more to ease my heart
I will morn for thee, for him and for myself
for England and for Edmund Ironside
whose part god prosper, Heaven defend the right
Gun:
Madam your helpless tears are but a means
to draw more tears from us to drown our
hearts
Emma:
Why man I weep to ease and not to load
I trow the more I shed, the less I have
and as my tears waste so my cares consume
To damn my eyes were but to drown my heart
like Hecuba the woeful Queen of Troye
who having no avoidance for her grief
Ran mad for sorrow cause she could not weep
But good Gunthranus to omit vain talk
since I have heretofore approved thy faith
I make a Choice of thee amongst the rest
of many friends to guide my little Boys
and to conduct them into Normandye
entreat my brother for to entreat them well
they are his Nephews and his sisters joy
if any thing amiss should light on them
the same on me should be redoubled
> Gunthra:
Madam even by the living god I vow
I will attend and watch them as my soul
knowing duke Richard will accompt of them
as nigh of blood unto his Royal self
Emma:
Then farewell boys the Comfort of my life
they offer to departe
Yet Come again ye shall not so depart
if that we die we will Choose to die together."
			<p><a href='https://tlcmap.org/search?id=tec2e6'>TLCMap</a></p>
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      <description><![CDATA["saith:
Ifaith ye lie
they whisper againe
Tut, tut, it cannot be
they whisper againe
If this be true I pardon thee for all
and will reward thee with deserved grace
I will not dot it, faith I think it is true
though it were not in hope thou wilt amend
go let us in and let all quarrels end
for now I mean indeed to Credited thee
by being captain general of my army
Edricus:
Duty and thanks I give it is all I have
See what dissimulation brings to pass
how quickly I Can make the king an ass
Exeunt
Enter Emma her Two sonnes Alphred and
Edward in each hand Gunthranus goeinge before
Emma:
Sweet Boys born to be crossed before your time
o let me kiss you ere you go away
cursed be the Cause of our departing thus
the prosecution of these bloody Danes
whose unrelenting eyes delight to see
the full conclusion of or tragedy
Alphred:
Good mother sorrow not though we depart
we shall be welcome to our uncle Richard
and safer there than in this troubled Isle
which like the reeling sea is tossed with war
here we are ever in continual broils
there in tranquillity in peace and rest
here in the midst of unknown enemies
there in the arms of true approved friends
here danger eminent doth Compass us
there friends and friendly Counsel shall defend us
Therefore rejoice we are escaped the Danes
whose greedy maws devours the Saxons blood
like hungry lions, void of any good
Emma:
Good boy in whom thy fathers feature lives
though death hath seized him in his wasteful arms
if I could moderate my grieved mind
without remembrance whatever now I was
then should my grief diminish with my tears
But memory the afflictor of the soul
bides me remember how I was a Queen
how Egelredus was my lawful Lord
how Normands Duke was my renowned sire
how England was my pleasures paradise
and how time was when time did wait on me
All these are but Bellows to the fire
to burn my heart, consumed afore with sighs
Alphred, Need is a child thou art of age
to take example by my misery
not to believe foul fortunes flattery
ward
Good mother weep not, if ye do I will cry
Emma:
Ah my pretty heart
hast thou a feeling of my passion?"
			<p><a href='https://tlcmap.org/search?id=tec2df'>TLCMap</a></p>
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      <styleUrl>#TLCMapStyle</styleUrl>
      <description><![CDATA["saith:
Ifaith ye lie
they whisper againe
Tut, tut, it cannot be
they whisper againe
If this be true I pardon thee for all
and will reward thee with deserved grace
I will not dot it, faith I think it is true
though it were not in hope thou wilt amend
go let us in and let all quarrels end
for now I mean indeed to Credited thee
by being captain general of my army
Edricus:
Duty and thanks I give it is all I have
See what dissimulation brings to pass
how quickly I Can make the king an ass
Exeunt
Enter Emma her Two sonnes Alphred and
Edward in each hand Gunthranus goeinge before
Emma:
Sweet Boys born to be crossed before your time
o let me kiss you ere you go away
cursed be the Cause of our departing thus
the prosecution of these bloody Danes
whose unrelenting eyes delight to see
the full conclusion of or tragedy
Alphred:
Good mother sorrow not though we depart
we shall be welcome to our uncle Richard
and safer there than in this troubled Isle
which like the reeling sea is tossed with war
here we are ever in continual broils
there in tranquillity in peace and rest
here in the midst of unknown enemies
there in the arms of true approved friends
here danger eminent doth Compass us
there friends and friendly Counsel shall defend us
Therefore rejoice we are escaped the Danes
whose greedy maws devours the Saxons blood
like hungry lions, void of any good
Emma:
Good boy in whom thy fathers feature lives
though death hath seized him in his wasteful arms
if I could moderate my grieved mind
without remembrance whatever now I was
then should my grief diminish with my tears
But memory the afflictor of the soul
bides me remember how I was a Queen
how Egelredus was my lawful Lord
how Normands Duke was my renowned sire
how England was my pleasures paradise
and how time was when time did wait on me
All these are but Bellows to the fire
to burn my heart, consumed afore with sighs
Alphred, Need is a child thou art of age
to take example by my misery
not to believe foul fortunes flattery
ward
Good mother weep not, if ye do I will cry
Emma:
Ah my pretty heart
hast thou a feeling of my passion?"
			<p><a href='https://tlcmap.org/search?id=tec2e0'>TLCMap</a></p>
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      <description><![CDATA["then will I weep the more to ease my heart
I will morn for thee, for him and for myself
for England and for Edmund Ironside
whose part god prosper, Heaven defend the right
Gun:
Madam your helpless tears are but a means
to draw more tears from us to drown our
hearts
Emma:
Why man I weep to ease and not to load
I trow the more I shed, the less I have
and as my tears waste so my cares consume
To damn my eyes were but to drown my heart
like Hecuba the woeful Queen of Troye
who having no avoidance for her grief
Ran mad for sorrow cause she could not weep
But good Gunthranus to omit vain talk
since I have heretofore approved thy faith
I make a Choice of thee amongst the rest
of many friends to guide my little Boys
and to conduct them into Normandye
entreat my brother for to entreat them well
they are his Nephews and his sisters joy
if any thing amiss should light on them
the same on me should be redoubled
> Gunthra:
Madam even by the living god I vow
I will attend and watch them as my soul
knowing duke Richard will accompt of them
as nigh of blood unto his Royal self
Emma:
Then farewell boys the Comfort of my life
they offer to departe
Yet Come again ye shall not so depart
if that we die we will Choose to die together."
			<p><a href='https://tlcmap.org/search?id=tec2e1'>TLCMap</a></p>
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      <description><![CDATA["then will I weep the more to ease my heart
I will morn for thee, for him and for myself
for England and for Edmund Ironside
whose part god prosper, Heaven defend the right
Gun:
Madam your helpless tears are but a means
to draw more tears from us to drown our
hearts
Emma:
Why man I weep to ease and not to load
I trow the more I shed, the less I have
and as my tears waste so my cares consume
To damn my eyes were but to drown my heart
like Hecuba the woeful Queen of Troye
who having no avoidance for her grief
Ran mad for sorrow cause she could not weep
But good Gunthranus to omit vain talk
since I have heretofore approved thy faith
I make a Choice of thee amongst the rest
of many friends to guide my little Boys
and to conduct them into Normandye
entreat my brother for to entreat them well
they are his Nephews and his sisters joy
if any thing amiss should light on them
the same on me should be redoubled
> Gunthra:
Madam even by the living god I vow
I will attend and watch them as my soul
knowing duke Richard will accompt of them
as nigh of blood unto his Royal self
Emma:
Then farewell boys the Comfort of my life
they offer to departe
Yet Come again ye shall not so depart
if that we die we will Choose to die together."
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      <description><![CDATA["Canutus:
Courage brave Captains Conquest is at hand
this letter comes from trusty Edricus
and certifies me that he is in grace
with Edmund Ironsid, and howe he leads
the vanguard of the princes army
now he assures me of the victory
without the loss of many soldiers
for he will disappoint the warlike youth
and flee to us, leaving him desolate
wherefore brave soldiers put forth all your might
to quail their stomachs at the first approach
he that doth take the prince in fight or flight
shall have his ransom and dubbed a knight
1 Soul:
I will venture hard to make Ioane my wife a Lady
2 Soul:
The king shall scape my fingers narrowly
3 Soul:
Mass if I had steel sides as he hath Ironsides
I would gore him thim that I would
4 Soul:
What if miss the king, I will have a Duke
an Earl a Lord, a knight, or gentleman
South:
Or nobody and then you will hit it
tell not your chickens sires, ere they be hatched
perchance the eggs are rotten in the nest
then all your brooding hopes is cast away
and you remain as rich as new shorn sheep
I never loved to gain by treachery
for that again was lost by treachery
I do remember hardy Hanniball:
did use these words at won Tarentums loss
Eadem arte qua prius coepimus
Tarentum amisimus
fraud won Tarentum fraud Tarentum lost
so Hanniball reaps his labour for his Cost
The drums sound afar off
Canutus:
So Edmund so thou Comest unto thy cost
thy roarings drum presageth thy mishap
ringing thy souls knell with a hollow voice
as thine doth mourn so let our Drum rejoice
The Drume sound Enter
Edmond wth Edricus other
Lordes and souldiers they fight
Canutus gives et exeunt
Enter at one dore Canutus and at th'other Edricus
t us:
Edricus
ricus
My Lord: hie Cheer your flying troops
and bid them stay awhile for victory
whenas you see me lead my men aloof
then take occasion and assail the prince
and I will be absent when he needs me most
and present for your best avail, make haste
Canutus:
How much I love thee Edricus heavens do know
and I with gifts one day will manifest
Exit Canute
Edricus."
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      <description><![CDATA["Canutus:
Courage brave Captains Conquest is at hand
this letter comes from trusty Edricus
and certifies me that he is in grace
with Edmund Ironsid, and howe he leads
the vanguard of the princes army
now he assures me of the victory
without the loss of many soldiers
for he will disappoint the warlike youth
and flee to us, leaving him desolate
wherefore brave soldiers put forth all your might
to quail their stomachs at the first approach
he that doth take the prince in fight or flight
shall have his ransom and dubbed a knight
1 Soul:
I will venture hard to make Ioane my wife a Lady
2 Soul:
The king shall scape my fingers narrowly
3 Soul:
Mass if I had steel sides as he hath Ironsides
I would gore him thim that I would
4 Soul:
What if miss the king, I will have a Duke
an Earl a Lord, a knight, or gentleman
South:
Or nobody and then you will hit it
tell not your chickens sires, ere they be hatched
perchance the eggs are rotten in the nest
then all your brooding hopes is cast away
and you remain as rich as new shorn sheep
I never loved to gain by treachery
for that again was lost by treachery
I do remember hardy Hanniball:
did use these words at won Tarentums loss
Eadem arte qua prius coepimus
Tarentum amisimus
fraud won Tarentum fraud Tarentum lost
so Hanniball reaps his labour for his Cost
The drums sound afar off
Canutus:
So Edmund so thou Comest unto thy cost
thy roarings drum presageth thy mishap
ringing thy souls knell with a hollow voice
as thine doth mourn so let our Drum rejoice
The Drume sound Enter
Edmond wth Edricus other
Lordes and souldiers they fight
Canutus gives et exeunt
Enter at one dore Canutus and at th'other Edricus
t us:
Edricus
ricus
My Lord: hie Cheer your flying troops
and bid them stay awhile for victory
whenas you see me lead my men aloof
then take occasion and assail the prince
and I will be absent when he needs me most
and present for your best avail, make haste
Canutus:
How much I love thee Edricus heavens do know
and I with gifts one day will manifest
Exit Canute
Edricus."
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      <description><![CDATA["Canutus:
Courage brave Captains Conquest is at hand
this letter comes from trusty Edricus
and certifies me that he is in grace
with Edmund Ironsid, and howe he leads
the vanguard of the princes army
now he assures me of the victory
without the loss of many soldiers
for he will disappoint the warlike youth
and flee to us, leaving him desolate
wherefore brave soldiers put forth all your might
to quail their stomachs at the first approach
he that doth take the prince in fight or flight
shall have his ransom and dubbed a knight
1 Soul:
I will venture hard to make Ioane my wife a Lady
2 Soul:
The king shall scape my fingers narrowly
3 Soul:
Mass if I had steel sides as he hath Ironsides
I would gore him thim that I would
4 Soul:
What if miss the king, I will have a Duke
an Earl a Lord, a knight, or gentleman
South:
Or nobody and then you will hit it
tell not your chickens sires, ere they be hatched
perchance the eggs are rotten in the nest
then all your brooding hopes is cast away
and you remain as rich as new shorn sheep
I never loved to gain by treachery
for that again was lost by treachery
I do remember hardy Hanniball:
did use these words at won Tarentums loss
Eadem arte qua prius coepimus
Tarentum amisimus
fraud won Tarentum fraud Tarentum lost
so Hanniball reaps his labour for his Cost
The drums sound afar off
Canutus:
So Edmund so thou Comest unto thy cost
thy roarings drum presageth thy mishap
ringing thy souls knell with a hollow voice
as thine doth mourn so let our Drum rejoice
The Drume sound Enter
Edmond wth Edricus other
Lordes and souldiers they fight
Canutus gives et exeunt
Enter at one dore Canutus and at th'other Edricus
t us:
Edricus
ricus
My Lord: hie Cheer your flying troops
and bid them stay awhile for victory
whenas you see me lead my men aloof
then take occasion and assail the prince
and I will be absent when he needs me most
and present for your best avail, make haste
Canutus:
How much I love thee Edricus heavens do know
and I with gifts one day will manifest
Exit Canute
Edricus."
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      <description><![CDATA["Canutus:
Courage brave Captains Conquest is at hand
this letter comes from trusty Edricus
and certifies me that he is in grace
with Edmund Ironsid, and howe he leads
the vanguard of the princes army
now he assures me of the victory
without the loss of many soldiers
for he will disappoint the warlike youth
and flee to us, leaving him desolate
wherefore brave soldiers put forth all your might
to quail their stomachs at the first approach
he that doth take the prince in fight or flight
shall have his ransom and dubbed a knight
1 Soul:
I will venture hard to make Ioane my wife a Lady
2 Soul:
The king shall scape my fingers narrowly
3 Soul:
Mass if I had steel sides as he hath Ironsides
I would gore him thim that I would
4 Soul:
What if miss the king, I will have a Duke
an Earl a Lord, a knight, or gentleman
South:
Or nobody and then you will hit it
tell not your chickens sires, ere they be hatched
perchance the eggs are rotten in the nest
then all your brooding hopes is cast away
and you remain as rich as new shorn sheep
I never loved to gain by treachery
for that again was lost by treachery
I do remember hardy Hanniball:
did use these words at won Tarentums loss
Eadem arte qua prius coepimus
Tarentum amisimus
fraud won Tarentum fraud Tarentum lost
so Hanniball reaps his labour for his Cost
The drums sound afar off
Canutus:
So Edmund so thou Comest unto thy cost
thy roarings drum presageth thy mishap
ringing thy souls knell with a hollow voice
as thine doth mourn so let our Drum rejoice
The Drume sound Enter
Edmond wth Edricus other
Lordes and souldiers they fight
Canutus gives et exeunt
Enter at one dore Canutus and at th'other Edricus
t us:
Edricus
ricus
My Lord: hie Cheer your flying troops
and bid them stay awhile for victory
whenas you see me lead my men aloof
then take occasion and assail the prince
and I will be absent when he needs me most
and present for your best avail, make haste
Canutus:
How much I love thee Edricus heavens do know
and I with gifts one day will manifest
Exit Canute
Edricus."
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      <description><![CDATA["are these my wages which I won with blood
blood of myself, and proudest deign that fought
doth Edmund thus reward his followers
that pawn their lives for him and in his Cause
then bootless have I skirmished so long
and sent so many Danes unto their graves
In vain have I lift up my wasting arm
and brandished my falchion over thy foes
In vain this curtle-axe was reared aloft
which made a lane throughout thy foemens troops
In vain, my lance did overthrow and spoil
In vain I live to be requited thus
Stich:
In vain, what a vain, vain my Master is in
Edmund:
Didst thou not fly vild traitor to my foe?"
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      <description><![CDATA["Edricus:
Edmund is gone and I must after him
to staye long here would breed suspicion
then mighty Canute live long a Conqueror
and when thou hast the Crown remember me
Canutus:
if I forget thee, god forget my suite
when like a sinner I do humbly pray
forget the Edricke god above doth see
how good a heart I ever bore to thee
Edricus:
Then noble Canutus, I pawn a soldiers faith
by my best blood, and by my after hopes
I will remain to thee and to thy heirs
as true, as false to Edmund Ironside
Let us not linger here muster your men
and make them reddy for a new assault
I will to Edmund and excuse myself
and how I served him now I will serve him then:
exeunt
Act 5
Enter Edmund Ironside Alfricke
Vlfkettle Goodwine wth others:
Edmund:
Vild Edricus all this proceeds from him
I saved his life and he doth thirst for mine
ungrateful wretch, hellish incarnate devil
for sure no man was ever so unkind
unto his king and loving Countrymen
disloyal and unfaithful Sycophant
it grieves my vexed soul to think on thee
Alfricke:
Let it not grieve you, rather joy to think
you are escaped from the hands of him
that sought like Iudas to betraye his Lord
into the hands of blood thirsty Danes
Vlfkettle:
Surely my Lord you are highly favoured
of god who sees each human action
that he hath given you warning with small loss
of the contagious mind of Edricus:
Enter Edricus wth his hand in a skarfe,
haultinge, with him Stich
Stich:
Master I would not wish you haughty
Edricus:
Why so
Stich:
Marry sir you know Alfricke is a cripple and the proverb is
it is ill halting before a cripple He will
perceive it."
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      <description><![CDATA["Canutus:
Look how Cold water Cast on burning Coals
doth make the fire more fervently to flame
Even so your tears doth add unto my rage
and makes it hotter when it begins to Cool
it is not my pleasure you should suffer death
Cause I believe it would ease your fathers griefs
it is not my pleasure you should try your
powers
so I should give you honours undeserved
and you perchance might so redeem yourselves
But you shall see our Judgments straight performed
do execution on them presently
I will teach your fathers if they do not know
what it is to violate a lawful oath
I teach them what it is to play with
kings
presuming on their mercy, Come I say
what trifle ye delay no more the time
for you must suffer for your fathers Crime
2 Pledge:
What sir must you Cut off my hands
Stich:
Aye and your noses too, it
were pity infaith to mar two such faces
Boys will you Change beards with me
i Pledge:
You shall not touch my nose with those base hands
by heaven I will sooner Cut it off myself
Stich:
You will think A worse pair than
these a good pair ere night
how they will look when their noses
be off, every one will
take them for frenchmen
Canutus:
dispatch I say I must not staye so
long
the more you delay the time the worse you speed
i Pledge:
Give me the Axe I will quickly execute
this direful Judgment on my guiltless hands
Stich:
with all my heart you save me a labour
Canutus:
Staye unadvised villain hold thy hand
or I will hack thee piecemeal with
thy Axe
why art thou mad to give thy enemy
an instrument to Kill thyself and me
Cut off his hands first, then deliver it him
Hee cutts offe one hande
So Cut off the
other."
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      <styleUrl>#TLCMapStyle</styleUrl>
      <description><![CDATA["on the other side, behold brave minded Danes
scorning to o'er-match in feats of Arms
strive who should Compass most by power or wit
to amplify your honourable fame
The soldiers are not slothful in this stir
but ready, forward prompt, and fit to fight
expecting gladly that delightsome hour
When they shall grapple with their
enemies
Then in assurance of this happy Day
arm to the fight it is in vain to staye
Canutus:
I do presume on this to win the field
but all my striving is to get the Crown
Sound Drum wthin
Soft what Churlish Drum doth
ringe so rude appeal
within the hearing of our Armed troops
It is Edmund strike up drums
Enter Edmund wth souldiers
and trumpittes sound
I will not delay my hopes with any parley
Alarum they fight Edmond drives Canutus
offe the stage The drume soundes a farr offe
Enter attired in blacke sayinge:
Chorus:
The fight is hot but Canutus is overcome
and Edmond hunts him out from place to place
he flies to Worcester Edmond follows him
the way is long and I am waxen faint
I fain would have you understand the truth
and see the battles Acted on the stage
But that their length will be
too tedious
then in dumb shows I will explain at large
their fights their flights and Edmonds
victory
for as they strived to Conquer and to kill
even so we strive to purchase your good will
Alarum Enter Canutus flyinge Edmond followinge
they fight The Two kinges parley sounde a Retreate
and parte
Chorus
Canutus is beholding to the gracious sun
who grieved to see such heaps of Carcasses
lie mangled and besmeared in their gore
made haste and went to rest before his time
so that the kings for want of light agreed
to part until Aurora raise the lark
and now it is morning and they join to fight
Alarum Enter Canutus at one dore and Edmu
at the other they fight Canutus gives backe and
flies Enter the souldiers of Edmond persuing
Canutus and his lords Edricus takes a dead m
head vppon his swords poynt holdinge yt vppe
Edmonds souldiers they flie Enter Edmond a
Cheeringe them vp and makes Canutus flie:
Chorus:
Edricus perceiving Canutus to have the worst
and Edmond like to triumph in their fall
out of the bowels of a Traitorous heart
brought forth this subtle dangerous stratagem
whilst the Two Battles dealt the dole of Death
and Edmond in the forefront stoutly fought
with words encouraging his soldiers
and with rude strokes discouraging the Danes
Edricus took up an English dead man's head
and sticking it upon his bloody
sword
unto the vanward of king Edmondes
tropes
held his despiteful and most speedy Course
telling the soldiers Edmond Ironside
was slain, bidding the soldiers yield
or fly the field and trust unto their
heels
The soldiers in a maze began to fly
then Edmond hearing of this stratagem
amongst the Thickest of his enemies
gave notice that he lived a conqueror
his soldiers taking heart returned and fought
his enemies despairing Rune away
Edmond returns in triumph to the field
But Canutus returns in passion and in rage
what after happens with your patience
the entering Actors gives intelligence
Exit
Enter Edmond Ironside wth Lordes and souldiors:
Edmond
Praised be the eternal bulwark of this
land
the fortress of my Crown in whom I trust
that hath thus discomfited my foes
by his omnipotent all-conquering arm
And worthy Lords triumphant warriors
whose valours echo through the mouth of fame
and writes you worthies in the book of life
maugre the envy of detraction
we render hearty thanks to each of you
for fighting in our rites with such bold spirits
Continue to be valiant, and if god
make us once happy in a peaceful Reign
I will guerdon every soldier bounteously
that lifts a weapon to defend our rite
Let us not loiter opportunity
but follow danish Canute and force him fly
One march afore, sound trumpets strike up drums
let shrieking fifes tell Canute that Edmond Comes
The souldiors shout et exeunt
Enter Canutus Edricus wth other Lords and souldiers
Canutus:
A plague upon you all for arrant Cowards
look how a dunghill Cock, not rightly bred
doth come into the pitt with greater grace
rustling his feathers, setting up his plumes
Clapping his wings and Crowing louder out
than doth a cock of game that means to fight
Yet after when he feels the spurs to prick
crakes like a Craven and bewrays himself
Even so my bigbond Danes addressed to fight
as though they meant to scale the Cope of heaven
(and like the Giants grapple with the
gods)
at first encounter rush upon their
foes
but straight retire?"
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      <styleUrl>#TLCMapStyle</styleUrl>
      <description><![CDATA["on the other side, behold brave minded Danes
scorning to o'er-match in feats of Arms
strive who should Compass most by power or wit
to amplify your honourable fame
The soldiers are not slothful in this stir
but ready, forward prompt, and fit to fight
expecting gladly that delightsome hour
When they shall grapple with their
enemies
Then in assurance of this happy Day
arm to the fight it is in vain to staye
Canutus:
I do presume on this to win the field
but all my striving is to get the Crown
Sound Drum wthin
Soft what Churlish Drum doth
ringe so rude appeal
within the hearing of our Armed troops
It is Edmund strike up drums
Enter Edmund wth souldiers
and trumpittes sound
I will not delay my hopes with any parley
Alarum they fight Edmond drives Canutus
offe the stage The drume soundes a farr offe
Enter attired in blacke sayinge:
Chorus:
The fight is hot but Canutus is overcome
and Edmond hunts him out from place to place
he flies to Worcester Edmond follows him
the way is long and I am waxen faint
I fain would have you understand the truth
and see the battles Acted on the stage
But that their length will be
too tedious
then in dumb shows I will explain at large
their fights their flights and Edmonds
victory
for as they strived to Conquer and to kill
even so we strive to purchase your good will
Alarum Enter Canutus flyinge Edmond followinge
they fight The Two kinges parley sounde a Retreate
and parte
Chorus
Canutus is beholding to the gracious sun
who grieved to see such heaps of Carcasses
lie mangled and besmeared in their gore
made haste and went to rest before his time
so that the kings for want of light agreed
to part until Aurora raise the lark
and now it is morning and they join to fight
Alarum Enter Canutus at one dore and Edmu
at the other they fight Canutus gives backe and
flies Enter the souldiers of Edmond persuing
Canutus and his lords Edricus takes a dead m
head vppon his swords poynt holdinge yt vppe
Edmonds souldiers they flie Enter Edmond a
Cheeringe them vp and makes Canutus flie:
Chorus:
Edricus perceiving Canutus to have the worst
and Edmond like to triumph in their fall
out of the bowels of a Traitorous heart
brought forth this subtle dangerous stratagem
whilst the Two Battles dealt the dole of Death
and Edmond in the forefront stoutly fought
with words encouraging his soldiers
and with rude strokes discouraging the Danes
Edricus took up an English dead man's head
and sticking it upon his bloody
sword
unto the vanward of king Edmondes
tropes
held his despiteful and most speedy Course
telling the soldiers Edmond Ironside
was slain, bidding the soldiers yield
or fly the field and trust unto their
heels
The soldiers in a maze began to fly
then Edmond hearing of this stratagem
amongst the Thickest of his enemies
gave notice that he lived a conqueror
his soldiers taking heart returned and fought
his enemies despairing Rune away
Edmond returns in triumph to the field
But Canutus returns in passion and in rage
what after happens with your patience
the entering Actors gives intelligence
Exit
Enter Edmond Ironside wth Lordes and souldiors:
Edmond
Praised be the eternal bulwark of this
land
the fortress of my Crown in whom I trust
that hath thus discomfited my foes
by his omnipotent all-conquering arm
And worthy Lords triumphant warriors
whose valours echo through the mouth of fame
and writes you worthies in the book of life
maugre the envy of detraction
we render hearty thanks to each of you
for fighting in our rites with such bold spirits
Continue to be valiant, and if god
make us once happy in a peaceful Reign
I will guerdon every soldier bounteously
that lifts a weapon to defend our rite
Let us not loiter opportunity
but follow danish Canute and force him fly
One march afore, sound trumpets strike up drums
let shrieking fifes tell Canute that Edmond Comes
The souldiors shout et exeunt
Enter Canutus Edricus wth other Lords and souldiers
Canutus:
A plague upon you all for arrant Cowards
look how a dunghill Cock, not rightly bred
doth come into the pitt with greater grace
rustling his feathers, setting up his plumes
Clapping his wings and Crowing louder out
than doth a cock of game that means to fight
Yet after when he feels the spurs to prick
crakes like a Craven and bewrays himself
Even so my bigbond Danes addressed to fight
as though they meant to scale the Cope of heaven
(and like the Giants grapple with the
gods)
at first encounter rush upon their
foes
but straight retire?"
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