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Kath. Oh, sir, I have a husband.
Kath. But my husband ?
yell, Whose generous truth hath famed a rare obser
We thank you; 'tis a goodness gives addition
Dal. Worthier than your praises,
Kath. Cruel misery
K. Hen. Forward, lords,
Enter Constable and Officers, WARBECK, URSWICK,
and LAMBERT SIMNEL as a Falconer, followed by the rabble.
Const. Make room there! keep off, I require you; and none come within twelve foot of his majesty's new stocks, upon pain of displeasure. Bring forward the malefactors.-Friend, you must to this geer, no remedy.-Open the hole, and in with the legs, just in the middle hole; there, that hole. Keep off, or I'll commit you all! shall not a man in authority be obeyed? So, so, there; 'tis as it should be:-[WARBECK is put in the stocks.] put on the padlock, and give me the key. Off, I say, keep off. Urs. Yet, Warbeck, clear thy conscience; thou
hast tasted King Henry's mercy liberally; the law Has forfeited thy life; an equal jury Have doom'd thee to the gallows. Twice most
wickedly, Most desperately hast thou escaped the Tower; Inveigling to thy party, with thy witchcraft, Young Edward, earl of Warwick, son to Clarence; Whose head must pay the price of that attempt; Poor gentleman !—unhappy in his fate,And ruin’d by thy cunning! so a mongrel
May pluck the true stag down. Yet, yet, confess Thy parentage; for yet the king has mercy.
. Simn. You would be Dick the Fourth, very
likely! Your pedigree is publish’d;you are known For Osbeck's son of Tournay, a loose runagate, A land-loper; your father was a Jew, Turn’d Christian merely to repair his miseries : Where's now your kingship?
War. Baited to my death? Intolerable cruelty! I laugh at The duke of Richmond's practice on my fortunes; Possession of a crown ne'er wanted heralds.
Simn. You will not know who I am ?
Urs. Lambert Simnel, Your predecessor in a dangerous uproar: But, on submission, not alone received To grace, but by the king vouchsafed his service. Simn. I would be earl of Warwick, toild and
ruffled Against my master, leap'd to catch the moon,
3 Your pedigree is publish'd, &c.] From Bacon.—" Thus it was. There was a townsman of Tournay, whose name was John Osbeck, a convert Jew, married to Catherine de Faro, whose business drew him to live, for a time, with his wife at London, in King Edward the IVth's days. During which time he had a son by her; and being known in court, the king did him the honour to stand godfather to his child, and named him Peter. But afterwards proving a dainty and effeminate youth, he was commonly called by the diminutive of his name, Peter-kin or Perkin.” The term land-loper, applied to him by Simnel, is also from the historian. (Perkin) had been from his childhood such a wanderer, or, as the king called him, such a land-loper, as it was extreme hard to hunt out his nest.”
Vaunted my name Plantagenet, as you do;
contempt Of injuries, in scorn, may bid defiance To this base man's foul language! Thou poor ver
min, How dar'st thou creep so near me? thou an earl ! Why, thou enjoy’st as much of happiness As all the swing of slight ambition flew at. A dunghill was thy cradle. So a puddle, By virtue of the sunbeams, breathes a vapour To infect the purer air, which drops again Into the muddy womb that first exhaled it. Bread, and a slavish ease, with some assurance
From the base beadle's whip, crown'd all thy
Simn. He's past
Urs. Away, inform the king of his behaviour. Simn. Perkin, beware the rope! the hangman's coming.
[Exit. Urs. If yet thou hast no pity of thy body, Pity thy soul!
Enter KATHERINE, JANE, DALYELL, and Ox
Jane. Dear lady!
Oxf. Whither will you,
Kath. Forbear me, sir,