Percie. A hot yong man, and fo my lords proceed, I let him goe, and better loft than found. Pemb. What fay you lords, will all the rest proceed, Will you all with me fweare vpon the altar, That you wil to the death, be aid to Le. and enemy to Iohn? Euery man lay his hand by mine, in witnes of his harts accord. Wel then, euery man to armes to meet the king, Who is already before London. Enter Meffenger. Pemb. What newes herauld? The right chriftian prince my mafter, Lewis of France, is at hand, comming to vifit your honours, directed hither by the right honourable Richard earle of Bigot, to conferre with your honours. Pemb. How neere is his highneffe? Enter Lewis, earle Bigot, with his troupe. Lew. Faire lords of England, Lewis falutes you all I must acquaint you with our fortunes course. 1 With small repulse, and little crosse of chance. From thence, along the wanton rowling glade With lucke came Lewis, to fhew his troupes of France, Worlds with were mine, in dying noted yours. Salif. Welcom the balme that clofeth vp our wounds, Whereon depends our liues, our lands, our weale, Lew. Thanks to you all of this religious league, I cannot name you lordings, man by man, In generall I promise faithfull loue: „ 150. Lord Lord Bigot brought me to S. Edmunds fhrine, I need not doubt the furetie of your wils, My eyes must witneffe, and thefe eares must heare And after march, to end our commings caufe. Salf. That we intend no other than good truth, In presence of his highneffe, fweare with me, I Thomas Plantaginet, earle of Salisburie, fweare vpon the altar, and by the holy army of faints, homage and allegeance to the right chriftian prince Lewis of France, as true and rightfull king to England, Cornewall, and Wales, and to their territories: in the defence whereof, I vpon the holy altar fweare all forwardneffe. All the Eng. Lo. fweare. As the noble earle hath fworne, so fweare we all. Lew. I reft affured on your holy oath, And on this altar in like fort I fweare' Loue to you all, and princely recompence To guerdon your good wils vnto the full And fince I am at this religious fhrine, My good wel-willers giùe vs leaue a while, To vfe fome orizons our felues apart, To all the holy company of heauen, That they will smile vpon our purposes, And bring them to a fortunate euent. Sal. We leaue your highneffe to your good intent Lew. Now vicount Meloun, what remains behind? Truft me these traytors to their foueraigne ftate, Are not to be beleeu'd in any fort. Meloun. Indeed my lord, they that infringe their oths, And play the rebels gainst their natiue king, Will for as little caufe reuolt from you, If euer opportunitie incite them fo: For once forfworne, and neuer after found, There's no affiance after periury. Lew. Well Meloun, wel, let's fmooth with the awhile, Vntill we haue as much as they can doe : And when their vertue is exhaled drie, Ile hang them for the guerdon of their helpe : Fr. Lo. Tis policy (my lord) to baite our hookes Melun. Truft mee my lord, right well haue you aduisde, Venome for vfe, but neuer for a sport Is to be dallied with, left, it infect. Were you inftald, as foone I hope you shall: Be free from traitors, and difpatch them all.... Nor Nor fhall their heires inioy their feigniories, Lay downe your hands, and fweare the fame with me. Why fo, now call them in, and fpeake them faire, Enter the English lords... Now famous followers, chiefetaines of the world, The heauen in fauour of our high attempt. Leaue we this place, and march we with our power Enter K. Iohn, Bastard, Pandulph, and a many priests with them. Thus Iohn, thou art abfolv'd from all thy finnes, And freed by order from our fathers curfe. Receiue thy crowne againe, with this prouifo, John. I holde the fame as tenant to the pope, Enter |