SCENE III.--_At Court.

_Enter the_ EMPEROR _with a pointless sword; next the_ KING OF CASTILE _carrying a sword with a point;_ LACY _carrying the globe;_ WARREN _carrying a rod of gold with a dove on it;_[236] ERMSBY _with a crown and sceptre;_ PRINCESS ELINOR _with_ MARGARET, _Countess of Lincoln, on her left hand;_ PRINCE EDWARD; KING HENRY; FRIAR BACON; _and_ Lords _attending._

_P. Edw._ Great potentates, earth's miracles for state, Think that Prince Edward humbles at your feet, And, for these favours, on his martial sword He vows perpetual homage to yourselves, Yielding these honours unto Elinor.

_K. Hen._ Gramercies, lordings; old Plantagenet, That rules and sways the Albion diadem, With tears discovers these conceivèd joys, And vows requital, if his men-at-arms, The wealth of England, or due honours done To Elinor, may quite his favourites. But all this while what say you to the dames That shine like to the crystal lamps of heaven?

_Emp._ If but a third were added to these two, They did surpass those gorgeous images That gloried Ida with rich beauty's wealth.

_Mar._ 'Tis I, my lords, who humbly on my knee Must yield her orisons to mighty Jove For lifting up his handmaid to this state; Brought from her homely cottage to the court, And grac'd with kings, princes, and emperors, To whom (next to the noble Lincoln Earl) I vow obedience, and such humble love As may a handmaid to such mighty men.

_P. Elin._ Thou martial man that wears the Almain crown, And you the western potentates of might, The Albion princess, English Edward's wife, Proud that the lovely star of Fressingfield, Fair Margaret, Countess to the Lincoln Earl, Attends on Elinor,--gramercies, lord, for her,-- 'Tis I give thanks for Margaret to you all, And rest for her due bounden to yourselves.

_K. Hen._ Seeing the marriage is solémnizèd, Let's march in triumph to the royal feast.-- But why stands Friar Bacon here so mute?

_Bacon._ Repentant for the follies of my youth, That magic's secret mysteries misled, And joyful that this royal marriage Portends such bliss unto this matchless realm.

_K. Hen._ Why, Bacon, what strange event shall happen to this land? Or what shall grow from Edward and his Queen?

_Bacon._ I find[237] by deep prescience of mine art, Which once I temper'd in my secret cell, That here where Brute did build his Troynovant, From forth the royal garden of a king Shall flourish out so rich and fair a bud, Whose brightness shall deface proud Phœbus' flower, And overshadow Albion with her leaves. Till then Mars shall be master of the field, But then the stormy threats of wars shall cease: The horse shall stamp as careless of the pike, Drums shall be turn'd to timbrels of delight; With wealthy favours plenty shall enrich The strand that gladded wandering Brute to see; And peace from heaven shall harbour in these leaves, That, gorgeous, beautify this matchless flower: Apollo's heliotropion then shall stoop, And Venus' hyacinth shall vail her top; Juno shall shut her gilliflowers up, And Pallas' bay shall 'bash her brightest green; Ceres' carnation, in consort with those, Shall stoop and wonder at Diana's rose.

_K. Hen._ This prophecy is mystical.-- But, glorious commanders of Europa's love, That make fair England like that wealthy isle Circled with Gihon and swift Eúphrates, In royalizing Henry's Albion With presence of your princely mightiness,-- Let's march: the tables all are spread, And viands, such as England's wealth affords, Are ready set to furnish out the boards. You shall have welcome, mighty potentates: It rests to furnish up this royal feast, Only your hearts be frolic; for the time Craves that we taste of naught but jouissance. Thus glories England over all the west. [_Exeunt Omnes._

_Omne tulit punctum qui miscuit utile dulci._

JAMES THE FOURTH

Three of Greene's plays, _A Looking-Glass, Orlando Furioso_ and _Friar Bacon_, are known to have been printed in 1594. Two plays, _James IV._ and _Friar Bacon_, were entered on the Stationers' Registers on the same day, 14th May 1594. It is altogether probable that the first printing of _James IV._ occurred in the same year, though no trace of such an edition has been found. The earliest extant Quarto is dated 1598, and was printed by Thomas Creede. Of this two copies are known, one in the British Museum and one in the South Kensington Museum. Lowndes records a reprint of 1599, but none such has been discovered. The play is not mentioned by Henslowe, and there is no record of its performance. The text of the Quarto of 1598 is in very poor state, and shows indications that the play was either published from a stage copy or that type was set by dictation. In V. 3, the King of England is called Arius, though elsewhere he is given his own title. In II. 2 and III. 2, Ateukin is called Gnatho; in V. 2, Ateukin and Gnatho appear together. This last duplication of Ateukin and his Terentian prototype is held by Fleay to indicate another hand in the composition of the play. Gnatho here, however, stands instead of Jaques. It should be noticed that in the original story by Cinthio, the Capitano is equivalent to both Ateukin and Jaques. The confusion probably arose then from an uncertainty in Greene's mind as to names rather than from double authorship. In the hasty first composition Greene probably used the well-known dramatic type-name for "sycophant," and was later careless in substituting the name of his choice. The plot of the play is taken, as indicated by Mr P. A. Daniel in 1881, from the first novel of the third decade of Cinthio's _Hecatommithi_. The play makes no pretence to historical accuracy, and the title itself, in so far as it refers to Flodden Field, is misleading. Nevertheless the play is by some held to be "the finest Elizabethan historical play outside of Shakespeare." By its acted prologue and interplay it served as a model for Shakespeare's _Taming of the Shrew_ and _Midsummer Night's Dream_.

DRAMATIS PERSONÆ

KING OF ENGLAND.

LORD PERCY.

SAMLES.

KING OF SCOTS.

LORD DOUGLAS.

LORD MORTON.

LORD ROSS.

BISHOP OF ST ANDREWS.

LORD EUSTACE.

SIR BARTRAM.

SIR CUTHBERT ANDERSON.

ATEUKIN.

JAQUES.

A Lawyer.

A Merchant.

A Divine.

SLIPPER, NANO, a dwarf, sons to BOHAN.

ANDREW.

Purveyor, Herald, Scout, Huntsmen, Soldiers, Revellers, etc.

DOROTHEA, Queen of Scots.

COUNTESS OF ARRAN.

IDA, her daughter.

LADY ANDERSON.

Ladies, etc.

OBERON, King of Fairies.

BOHAN.

Antics, Fairies, etc.

_JAMES THE FOURTH_[238]

THE INDUCTION.

_Music playing within. Enter after_ OBERON, _King of Fairies, an_ Antic,[239] _who dance about a tomb placed conveniently on the stage; out of which suddenly starts up, as they dance,_ BOHAN, _a Scot, attired like a ridstall_[240] _man, from whom the_ Antics _fly._ OBERON _remains._

_Boh._ Ah say, what's thou?

_Ober._ Thy friend, Bohan.

_Boh._ What wot I or reck I that? whay, guid man, I reck no friend nor ay reck no foe; als ene to me. Git thee ganging, and trouble not may whayet,[241] or ays gar[242] thee recon me nene of thay friend, by the Mary mass, sall I!

_Ober._ Why, angry Scot, I visit thee for love; then what moves thee to wrath?

_Boh._ The de'il a whit reck I thy love; for I know too well that true love took her flight twenty winter sence to heaven, whither till ay can, weel I wot, ay sal ne'er find love: an thou lovest me, leave me to myself. But what were those puppets that hopped and skipped about me year whayle?[243]

_Ober._ My subjects.

_Boh._ Thay subjects! whay, art thou a king?

_Ober._ I am.

_Boh._ The de'il thou art! whay, thou lookest not so big as the King of Clubs, nor so sharp as the King of Spades, nor so fain as the King a Daymonds: be the mass, ay take thee to be the king of false hearts; therefore I rid[244] thee away, or ayse so curry your kingdom that you's be glad to run to save your life.

_Ober._ Why, stoical Scot, do what thou darest to me: here is my breast, strike.

_Boh._ Thou wilt not threap[245] me, this whinyard[246] has gard many better men to lope then thou! [_Tries to draw his sword._] But how now! Gos sayds, what, will't not out? Whay, thou witch, thou de'il! Gad's fute, may whinyard!

_Ober._ Why, pull, man: but what an 'twere out, how then?

_Boh._ This, then,--thou weart best be gone first; for ay'l so lop thy limbs that thou's go with half a knave's carcass to the de'il.

_Ober._ Draw it out: now strike, fool, canst thou not?

_Boh._ Bread ay gad, what de'il is in me? Whay, tell me, thou skipjack, what art thou?

_Ober._ Nay, first tell me what thou wast from thy birth, what thou hast passed hitherto, why thou dwellest in a tomb and leavest the world; and then I will release thee of these bonds; before, not.

_Boh._ And not before! then needs must, needs sall. I was born a gentleman of the best blood in all Scotland, except the king. When time brought me to age, and death took my parents, I became a courtier; where, though ay list not praise myself, ay engraved the memory of Bohan on the skin-coat of some of them, and revelled with the proudest.

_Ober._ But why, living in such reputation, didst thou leave to be a courtier?

_Boh._ Because my pride was vanity, my expense loss, my reward fair words and large promises, and my hopes spilt; for that after many years' service one outran me; and what the de'il should I then do there? No, no; flattering knaves, that can cog and prate fastest, speed best in the court.

_Ober._ To what life didst thou then betake thee?

_Boh._ I then changed the court for the country, and the wars for a wife: but I found the craft of swains more vile than the knavery of courtiers, the charge of children more heavy than servants, and wives' tongues worse than the wars itself; and therefore I gave o'er that, and went to the city to dwell; and there I kept a great house with small cheer, but all was ne'er the near.[247]

_Ober._ And why?

_Boh._ Because, in seeking friends, I found table-guests to eat me and my meat, my wife's gossips to bewray the secrets of my heart, kindred to betray the effect of my life: which when I noted,--the court ill, the country worse, and the city worst of all,--in good time my wife died, ay would she had died twenty winter sooner, by the mass! leaving my two sons[248] to the world, and shutting myself into this tomb, where, if I die, I am sure I am safe from wild beasts, but, whilst I live, cannot be free from ill company. Besides, now I am sure, gif all my friends fail me, I sall have a grave of mine own providing. This is all. Now, what art thou?

_Ober._ Oberon, King of Fairies, that loves thee because thou hatest the world; and, to gratulate thee, I brought these antics to show thee some sport in dancing, which thou hast loved well.

_Boh._ Ha, ha, ha! thinkest thou those puppets can please me? whay, I have two sons, that with one Scottish jig shall break the necks of thy antics.

_Ober._ That I would fain see.

_Boh._ Why, thou shalt.--Ho, boys!

_Enter_ SLIPPER _and_ NANO.

Haud your clacks,[249] lads; trattle not for thy life, but gather up your legs, and dance me forthwith a jig worth the sight.

_Slip._ Why, I must talk, an I die for't: wherefore was my tongue made?

_Boh._ Prattle, an thou darest, one word more, and ais dab this whinyard in thy wemb.

_Ober._ Be quiet, Bohan. I'll strike him dumb, and his brother too; their talk shall not hinder our jig.--Fall to it; dance, I say, man!

_Boh._ Dance, Humer, dance, ay rid thee. [_The two dance a jig devised for the nonst._ Now get you to the wide world with more than my father gave me; that's learning enough both kinds, knavery and honesty; and that I gave you, spend at pleasure.

_Ober._ Nay, for their sport I will give them this gift: to the dwarf I give a quick wit, pretty of body, and awarrant his preferment to a prince's service, where by his wisdom he shall gain more love than common; and to loggerhead your son I give a wandering life, and promise he shall never lack, and avow that, if in all distresses he call upon me, to help him. Now let them go. [_Exeunt_ SLIPPER _and_ NANO _with courtesies._

_Boh._ Now, king, if thou be a king, I will show thee whay I hate the world by demonstration. In the year fifteen hundred and twenty, was in Scotland a king, over-ruled with parasites, misled by lust, and many circumstances too long to trattle on now, much like our court of Scotland this day. That story have I set down. Gang with me to the gallery, and I'll show thee the same in action by guid fellows of our country-men; and then, when thou see'st that, judge if any wise man would not leave the world if he could.

_Ober._ That will I see: lead, and I'll follow thee. [_Exeunt._

_Laus Deo detur in æternum._

ACT THE FIRST