No-Body and Some-Body.

Original spelling; style made consistent.
Transcribed by Barb Flues and Robert S. Brazil, copyright © 2009
Edited and designed for the web by Robert Sean Brazil, copyright © 2009


With the true Chronicle Historie of Elydure,
who was fortunately three several times
crowned King of England.

The true Copy thereof, as it hath been acted
by the Queens Majesties Servants.

Printed for John Trundle, and are to be sold
at his shopin Barbican, at the signe of No-body.

Characters in the Play

Cornwell, an honest Counsellor.
Martianus his friend, an honest Counsellor.
Elydure, Heir to the throne of Britain.
Vigenius, his younger brother.
Peridure, his younger brother.
Archigallo, the corrupt King of Britain.
Lord Sicophant, a fawning courtier.
Two petitioners: Lord Morgan and Lord Malgo.
Lady Elidure
Two Porters
Nobody, an honest subject.
Somebody, his opposite.
Somebody's servants
A Man and His Wife
Two Men
A Prentice
Several Keepers of the Prisons


A subject, of no subject, we present,
for No-body is Nothing:
Who of nothing can something make?
It is a worke beyond the power of wit,
And yet invention is rife:
A morrall meaning you must then expect
grounded on lesser than a shadowes shadow:
Promising nothing where there wants a toong;
And deeds as few, be done by No-bodie:
Yet something out of nothing we will show
To gaine your loves, to whome our selves we owe.

(Enter Cornwell and Martianus.)

CORNWELL: My Lord Martianus.

MARTIANUS: My Lord of Cornwell.



CORNWELL: You are sad my Lord.

MARTIANUS: You melancholy.

The state itself mournes in a robe of Wo.

For the decease of Archigalloes vertues.
I understand you, noble-minded Cornwell.
What generous spirit drawes this Brittish ayre
But droops at Archigalloes government?

CORNWELL: And reason, Martianus. When the Sunne
Struggles to be delivered from the wombe
Of an obscure Eclipse, doth not the earth
Mourne to behold his shine envelloped?
O Corbonon, when I did close thine eyes
I gave release to Britaines miseries.

(Enter Elydure.)

MARTIANUS: Good morrow to Prince Elydure.

ELIDURE: The same to you and you: you are sad my Lordes;
Your harts I thinke are frosty, for your blood
Seemes crusted in your faces, like the dew
In a September morne. How fares the King?
Have you yet bid good morrow to his highnes?

CORNWELL: The King's not stirring yet.

(Enter Vigenius and Peridure.)

PERIDURE: Yonder's old Cornwell; come Vigenius
Weele have some sport with him.

VIGENIUS: Brother, content.

PERIDURE: Good morrow to you brother Elydure.

CORNWELL: God morrow to Cornwell.

VIGENIUS: Morrow old gray-beard.

CORNWELL: My beards not so gray as your wits greene.

VIGENIUS: And why so?

PERIDURE: We shall ha you come out now with some reason
that was borne in my great grandsires time.

CORNWELL: Would you would prove as honest princes as
your great grandsire was, or halfe as wise as your elder brother was!
Theres a couple of you! Sfoote I am ashamed you should be
of the blood royall.

PERIDURE: And why, father Winter?

CORNWELL: You do not know your state. There's Elydure
Your elder brother next unto the King;
He plies his booke; when shall you see him trace
Lascivious Archigallo through the streets,
And fight with common hacksters hand to hand
To wrest from them their goods an dignities?

PERIDURE: You are to saucy, Cornwell.

VIGENIUS: Bridle your spirit.

ELIDURE: Your words are dangerous, good honest subject,
Old reverent states-man, faithful servitor:
Do not traduce the King, hees vertuous.
Or say he tread somewhat besides the line
of vertuous government, his regality
Brookes not taxation: Kings greatest royalties
Are, that their subjects must aplaud their deedes
As well as beare them. Their prerogatives
Are murall interponents twixt the world
And their proceedings.

CORNWELL: Well, well, I have served foure Kings,
And none of those foure but would have ventured
Their safeties on old Cornwels constancy.
But thats all one; now I am cald a dotard.
Go to, though now my limbes be starke and stiffe
When Cornwels dead, Brittayne I know will want
So strong a prop. Alasse, I needs must weepe
And shed teares in abundance, when I thinke
How Archigallo wrongs his government.

VIGENIUS: Nay, now youle fall into your techy humor.

(Enter Lord Sicophant.)

SICOPHANT: My Lords, Princes I should have said, and after, Lords, I am the Usher and Harbinger unto the Kings most excellent person, and his Majesty.

VIGENIUS: is fourth-comming.

SICOPHANT: Or comming fourth, hard by or at hand. Will you
put your gestures of attendance on, to give his Majestie the
Bon joure?

(Enter Archigallo and two Lords, Morgan, Malgo.)

ALL: Good morrow to our soveraigne Archigallo.


CORNWELL: Why do you frowne upon your servants, King?
We love you, and you ought to favor us.
Will you to Counsel? Heeres petitions,
Complaints, and controversies twixt your subjects,
Appealing all to youl

ARCHIGALLO: Lets see those papers. A controversie betwixt the
Lord Morgan and the Lord Malgo, concerning their Tytles to the
Southerne Island. We know this cause and what their titles be.
(To Morgan) You claim it by inheritance?

MORGAN: My liege, I do.

ARCHIGALLO (to Malgo): You by the marriage of Lord Morgans mother, To whom it was left joynture?

MALGO: True gratious Soveraigne.

ARCHIGALLO: Whose evidence is the strongest? To which part
Inclines the censures of our learned Judges?

MORGAN: We come not heer to plead before your grace
But humblie to intreat your Majestie
Peruse our evidence and censure it
According to your wisdome.

ARCHIGALLO: What I determine, then, youle yeeld unto?

BOTH: We will, my Soveraigne.

ARCHIGALLO: (to Sicophant) Then that Southerne Ile
We take to our protection, and make you
Lord governor thereof.

SICOPHANT: I humblie thanke your highnesse.

MALGO: I hope your Majesty --

ARCHIGALLO: Replie not, I but take it to myselfe
Because I would not have dissention
Betwixt two peeres. I love to see you friends;
And now the Islands mine your quarrell ends.
What's next? A poore Northern mans humble petition.
~~ Which is the plaintive?

(Enter clowne, Wench, and Rafe.)

RAFE: If it please your Majestie I was betrothed to this maid.

ARCHIGALLO: Is this true my Wench?

WENCH: Tis verie true, and like your majestie, but this tempting
fellow after that most felloniously stole my hart awaie fro me,
caried it into the church, and I, running after him to get my hart
againe was there married to this other man.

CLOWNE: Tis verie true, and like your majesty; though Raphe
were once tooke for a propper man, yet when I came in place it
appeared otherwise: if your highnesse note his leg and mine,
there is ods; and for a foot, I dare compare. I have a wast to;
and though I say it that should not saye it, there are faces in place
of Gods making.

ARCHIGALLO: Thou art a proper fellow, and this wench is thine
by lawfull marriage.

CLOWNE: Rafe, you have your answer, you may be gon; your
only way to save charges is to buy a halfpenniwoorth of Hobnailes
for your shoes. Alasse, you might have looked into this, before;
go silly Rafe, go, away, vanish.

ARCHIGALLO: Is not this lasse a pretty neat browne wench?

SICOPHANT: She is my liege, and mettell, I dare warrant.

ARCHIGALLO: Fellow, how long hast thou been married?

CLOWNE: I was, as they say, coupled the same day that my
countryman Raphe begunne the law: for to tell your Majestie
the truth, we are yet both Virgins, it did never freese betwixt us two
in a bed I assure your grace.

ARCHIGALLO: Didst never lie with thy wife?

CLOWNE: Never yet, but nowe your Majestie hath ended the matter,
Ile be so bold as take possession.

ARCHIGALLO: Harke my wench, wilt leave these rusticke fellowes and stay with me?

WENCH: What will your highnes doe with me?

ARCHIGALLO: Why, Ile make thee a Lady.

WENCH: And shal I goe in fine clothes like a Lady?

ARCHIGALLO: Thou shalt.

WENCH: Ile be a Lady then, that's flat. Sweet heart, farewell, I
must be a Lady, so I must.

CLOWNE: How now, how now? but hear you Sis.

WENCH: Away you Clowne, away.

CLOWNE: But will your highnes rob me of my spouse?

ARCHIGALLO: What we will we will. away with those slaves.

CLOWNE: Zounds, if ever I take you in Yorkshire for this!

SICOPHANT: Away, you slaves.

CORNWELL: My Lord, these generall wrongs will draw your highnesse Into the common hatred of your subjects.

ARCHIGALLO: Whats that to thee? Old doting Lord, forbeare.
Whats heere? Complaints against one Nobody
For over much releeving of the poore,
Helping distressed prisoners, entertayning
Extravagants and vagabonds. What fellowes this?

CORNWELL: My liedge I know him; he's an honest subject
That hates extortion, usury, and such sinnes
As are too common in this Land of Brittaine.

ARCHIGALLO: Ile have none such as he within my kingdome;
He shall be banisht.

SICOPHANT: Heare my advise my liedge: I know a fellow
Thats opposite to Nobody in all thinges:
As he affects the poore, this other hates them;
Loves usurie and extortion. Send him straight
Into the Country, and upon my life
Ere many monthes he will devise some meanes
To make that Nobody bankrout, make him flie
His Country, and be never heard of more.

ARCHIGALLO: What doost thou call his name?

SICOPHANT: His name is Somebody my liedge.

ARCHIGALLO: Seeke out that Somebody, wele send him straight.
What other matters stay to be decided
Determine you and you. The rest may follow
To give attendance.

(Exeunt all but the Lords. Manent Cornwell and Martianus.)

MARTIANUS: Alls nought already, yet these unripe ills
Have not their full growth; and their next degree
Must needes be worse than nought: and by what name
Doe you call that?

CORNWELL: I know none bad enough:
Base, vild, notorious, ugly, monstrous, slavish,
Intollerable, abhorred, damnable!
Tis worse than bad! Ile be no longer vassaile
To such a tirannous rule, nor accessarie
To the base sufferance of such outrages.

MARTIANUS: Youle not indure it? -- How can you remedie
A mayme so dangerous and incurable?

CORNWELL: There is a way: but walls have eares and eyes.
Your eare, my Lord, and counsell.

MARTIANUS: I have eares
Open to such discourse, and counsell apt,
And to the full recovery of these wounds
Made in the sick state, most effectual.
A word in private.

(Enter Peridure and Vigenius.)

PERIDURE: Come brother, I am tyrde with revelling,
My last Caranta made me almost breathlesse.
Doth not the Kings last wench foote it with art?

VIGENIUS: Oh rarely, rarely, and beyond opinion.
I like this state where all are Libertines
But by ambitions pleasure and large will:
See, see, two of our strict-lived Counsellors
In secret conference: they cannot indure
This freedome.

PERIDURE: Nor the rule of Archigallo
Because tis subject to his libertie.
Are they not plotting now for some installement
And change of state? Old gallants, if you be
Twill cost your heads.

VIGENIUS: Bodies and all for me.
List them; such strict reproovers should not live
Their austere censures on their kings to give.

CORNWELL: He must then be deposed.

PERIDURE: Ey, are you there? that word sounds treason.

VIGENIUS: Nay, but farther heare.

MARTIANUS: The King deposed, how must it be effected?
What strengths and powers can sodenly be levied?
Who will assist this busines, to reduce
The state to better forme and government?

VIGENIUS: Ey, mary, more of that.

CORNWELL: All Cornwells at my becke; Devonshire our neighbour
Is one with us; you in the North command.
The oppressed, wrongd, dejected and supprest
Will flock on all sides to this innovation:
The Clergie late despised, the Nobles scornd,
The Commons trode on, and the Law contemnd,
Will lend a mutuall and combyned power
Unto this happie change.

PERIDURE: Oh monstrous treason!

MARTIANUS: My Lord, we are betraide and over-heard
By the two princes.

CORNWELL: How? betraide?

MARTIANUS: Our plots discovered.

CORNWELL: Ile helpe it all; doe you but sooth me up
Wele catch them in the trap they lay for us.

MARTIANUS: Ile doot.

CORNWELL: Now sir, the King deposd
Who shall succeed?

MARTIANUS: Some would say Elidure.

CORNWELL: Tush, he's too milde to rule.
But there are two young princes, hopefull youths
And of rare expectation in the Land.
Oh, would they daigne to beare this weightie charge
Betwixt them, and support the regal sceptre
With joynt assistance, all our hopes were full!

VIGENIUS: A sceptre!

PERIDURE: And a crown!

MARTIANUS: What if we make the motion? We have wills
To effect it, we have power to compasse it.

VIGENIUS: And if I make refusall, heaven refuse me.

PERIDURE: These Counsellors are wise, and see in us
More vertue then we in ourselves discerne.
Would it were come to such election!

CORNWELL: My honord Lord, wele breake it to those princes,
Those hopefull youths, at our convenient leasure.

MARTIANUS: With all my hart.

CORNWELL: You that our footsteps watcht
Shall in the depth of your owne wiles be catcht. (Exeunt.)


PERIDURE: And were a crowne, a crowne imperiall!

VIGENIUS: And sit in state.

PERIDURE: Command.

VIGENIUS: And be obeyed.

PERIDURE: Our Nobles kneeling.

VIGENIUS: Servants homaging, and crying Ave.

PERIDURE: Oh brother, shall we through nice folly
Despise the profferd bountie of these Lords?

VIGENIUS: Not for the world. I long to sit in state
To purse the bountie of our gracious fate.

PERIDURE: To entertaine forreine Embassadors.

VIGENIUS: And have our names ranckt in the course of kings.

PERIDURE: Shadow us, State, with thy majesticke wings!

(Enter King, Cornwell, Martianus, and Elidure.)

VIGENIUS: Now sir, my brother Archigall deposde.

CORNWELL: Deposd! did you heare that my Lord?

VIGENIUS: For his licensious rule, and such abuses
As wele pretend gainst him in parliament --

ARCHIGALLO: Oh monstrous brothers!

ELIDURE: Oh ambitious youthes!

VIGENIUS: Thus wele divide the Land: all beyond Trent
And Humber, shall suffise one moitie:
The southpart of the Land shall make tother,
Where we will keepe two Courts, and raigne devided,
Yet as deere loving brothers.

ARCHIGALLO: As vild traitors.

PERIDURE: Then Archigall, thou that hast sat in pompe
And seene me vassaile, shalt behold me crownd,
Whilst thou with humble knees vailst to my state.

ARCHIGALLO: And when must this be doone? when shall my crowne
Be parted and devided into halfes?
You raigne on this side Humber, you beyond
The river Trent! When do you take your states?
Sit crownd and scepterd to receive our homage
Our dutie, and our humble vassalage?

PERIDURE: I know not when.



ARCHIGALLO: But I know when you shall repent your pride,
Nor will we use delayes in our revenge.
Ambitious boyes, we doome you prisonment;
Your Pallace royall shall a Jaile be made,
Your thrones a dungeon, and your sceptres Irons,
In which wele bound your proud aspiring thoughts.
Away with them, we will not mount our chayre
Till their best hopes be changd to black despaire.

PERIDURE: Heare us excuse ourselves.

VIGENIUS: Or lets discover
Who drew us to this hope of soveraigntie.

ARCHIGALLO: That shall our further leysures arbitrate.
Our eares are deafe to all excusive pleas.
Come unambitious brother Elidurus,
Helpe us to lavish our abundant treasures
In masks, sports, revells, riots, and strange pleasures. (Exeunt.)

(Enter Somebody, with two or three servants.)

SOMEBODY: But is it true the fame of Nobody
For vertue, alms-deeds, and for charity
Is so renowned and famous in the country?

SERVANT: O Lord, sir, ay, he's talkd of far and near
Fills all the boundless country with applause;
There lives not in all Britain one so spoke of
For pity, good mind, and true charity.

SOMEBODY: Which Somebody shall alter e'er 't be long.

SERVANT: You may, my Lord, being in grace at Court
And the high favours of King Archigallo,
Exile this petty fellow from the land
That so obscures the beauty of your deeds.

SOMEBODY: What doth this Nobody?

SERVANT: You shall hear, my Lord.
Come twentie poore men to his gate at once,
Nobody gives them mony meate and drinke;
If they be naked, clothes. Then come poore souldiers
Sick, maymd and shot, from any forraine warres,
Nobody takes them in, provides them harbor,
Maintaines their ruind fortunes at his charge.
He gives to orphants, and for widdowes buildes
Almes-houses, Spittles, and large Hospitals:
And when it comes in question, who is apt
For such good deeds, tis answerd, Nobody.
Now Nobodie hath entertaind againe
Long banisht Hospitalitie, and at his boord
A hundred lustie yeomen daily waites,
Whose long backs bend with weightie chynes of biefe
And choise of cheere, whose fragments at his gate
Suffice the generall poore of the whole shire.
Nobodies table's free for travellers,
His buttry and his seller ope to all
That starve with drought, or thirst upon the way.

SOMEBODY: His fame is great; how should we helpe it?

SERVANT: My Lord, tis past my reach, tis you must doe it,
Or't must be left undone.

SOMEBODY: What deedes of note
Is he els famous for?

SERVANT: My Lord, Ile tell you.
His Barnes are full, and when the Cormorants
And welthy Farmers hoord up all the graine
He empties all his Garners to the poore
Under the stretcht prise that the market yeelds.
Nobody racks no rents, doth not oppresse
His tenants with extortions. When the King
Knighted the lustie gallants of the Land
Nobody then made daintie to be knighted,
And indeed kept him in his known estate.

SOMEBODY: The slave's ambitious, and his life I hate.

SERVANT: How shall we bring his name in publick scandall?

SOMEBODY: Thus it shall be, use my direction.
In Court and country I am Sombody,
And therefore apt and fit to be employed:
Goe thou in secrete, beeing a subtile knave,
And sowe seditious slaunders through the Land.
Oppresse the poore, suppresse the fatherlesse,
Deny the widdowes foode, the starv'd releefe;
And when the wretches shall complaine their wrongs,
Beeing cald in question sweare twas Nobody.
Racke rents, raise prises,
Buy up the best and choise commodities
At the best hand, then keepe them till their prises
Be lifted to their height, and double rate;
And when the raisers of this dearth are sought,
Though Sombody doe this, protest and sweare
Twas Nobody, fore Judge and Magistrate:
Bring scandalls on the rich, raise mutinous lyes
Upon the state, and rumors in the Court,
Backbite and sow dissention amongst friends,
Quarrels mongst neighbors, and debate mongst strangers,
Set man and wife at ods, kindred at strife;
And when it comes in question, to cleere us
Let every one protest and sweare for one,
And so the blame will fall on Nobody.
About it then; if these things well succeede
You shall prevaile, and we applaude your speede.

(Enter Nobody and the Clowne.)

See where he comes: I will withdraw and see
The event and fortunes of our last pollicie.

NOBODY: Come on, myne owne servaunt, some newes, some newes,
what report have I in the country? how am I talkt on in the Citty,
and what fame beare I in the Court?

CLOWNE: Oh Maister, you are halfe hangd.

NOBODY: Hangd, why man?

CLOWNE: Because you have an ill name: a man had as good
almost serve no Maister as serve you. I was carried afore the
constable but yesterday, and they tooke mee up for a stravagant:
they askt me whom I served; I told them Nobody: they presently
drew me to the post, and there gave me the law of armes.

NOBODY: The law of armes?

CLOWNE: Ey, as much lawe as their armes were able to lay on;
they tickled my Collifodium; I rid post for a quarter of an houre,
with switch though not with spurre.

NOBODY: Sure Sombody was the cause of all.

CLOWNE: Ile be sworne of that. Sombody tickled me a heate, and
that I felt. But Maister, why doe you goe thus out of fashion?
you are even a very hoddy doddy, all breech.

NOBODY: And no body. But if my breeches had as much cloth in
them as ever was drawne betwixt Kendall and Canning street, they
were scarce great enough to hold all the wrongs that I must pocket.
Fie, fie, how I am slaunderd through the world.
Nobody keepes tall fellowes at his heeles,
Yet if you meete a crew of rogues and beggars,
Aske who they serve, theile aunswere, Nobody.
Your Cavaliers and swaggerers bout the towne
That dominere in Taverns, sweare and stare,
Urge them upon some termes: theile turne their malice
To me, and say theile fight with Nobody;
Or if they fight, and Nobody by chaunce
Come in to part them, I am sure to pay for it,
And Nobody be hurt when they scape scotfree:
And not the dastardst coward in the world
But dares a bout with me. What shall I doe?

SOMEBODY: Doe what thou wilt, before we end this strife
Ile make thee tenne times weary of thy life.

CLOWNE: But do you heare Maister, when I have serv'd you a yere
or two, who shall pay me my wages?

NOBODY: Why, Nobody.

CLOWNE: Indeede if I serve Nobody, Nobody must pay me my
wages, therefore Ile even seeke out Sombody or other to get me a
new service; but the best is, Maister, if you runne away, you are
easie to be found againe.

NOBODY: Why so sir?

CLOWNE: Mary, aske a deafe man whom hee heares, heele straight
say Nobody, aske the blindest beetle that is, whom hee sees, and heele
aunswere Nobodie. He that never saw in his life can see you, though
you were as little as a moate; and hee that never heard can heare
you, though you treade as softlie as a Mouse, therefore I shall be
sure never to loose you. Besides you have one commoditie, Maister,
which none hath besides you; if you should love the most fickle
and inconstants wench that is in the world, sheele be true to Nobody,
and therefore constant to you.

NOBODY: And thou sayest true in that my honest servant.
Besides, I am in great especiall grace
With the King Archigallo that now raignes
In tiranny and strange misgovernment.
Nobody loves him, and he loves Nobody.
But that which most torments my troubled soule,
My name is made mere opposite to vertue;
For he is onely held peacefull and quiet
That quarrels, brawles and fights with Nobody.
He's honest held that lies with Nobodies wife,
And he that hurts and injures Nobody,
All the world saies, ey, thats a vertuous man.
And though a man have doone a thousand mischiefes,
And come to prove the forfeit made to law,
If he can prove he hath wrong'd Nobody,
No man can touch his life. This makes me mad,
This makes me leave the place where I was bred,
And thousand times a day to wish me dead.

SOMEBODY: And Ile pursue thee where so ere thou fliest,
Nor shalt thou rest in England till thou diest.

CLOWNE: Maister, I would wish you to leave the Country, and
see what good entertainement you will have in the Citie. I do
not think but there you will be most kindly respected. I have
been there in my youth; there's Hospitalitie, and you talke of
Hospitalitie, and they talke of you, bomination to see. For there,
Maister, come to them as often as you will, foure times a day, and
theyle make Nobody drinke; they love to have Nobody trouble
them, and without good securitie they will lend Nobody mony.
Come into Birchin Lane, theyle give Nobody a sute, chuse where
hee list; goe into Cheapeside, and Nobody may take up as much
plate as he can carrie.

Nobody: Then Ile to London, for the Country tires me
With exclamations and with open wrongs.
Sith in the Cittie they affect me so.

CLOWNE: O Maister, there I am sure Nobody may have any thing
without mony; Nobody may come out of the Tavern without paying
his reckoning at his pleasure.

(Enter a man meeting his wife.)

Nobody: Thats better then the Country. Who comes heere?

MAN: Minion, where have you been all this night?

WIFE: Why do you aske, husband?

MAN: Because I would know, wife.

WIFE: I have beene with Nobody.

NOBODY: Tis a lie good man, beleeve her not,
shee was not with mee.

MAN: And who hath layne with you to-night?

WIFE: Lye with me, why Nobody.

NOBODY: Oh monstrous, they would make me a whore-maister.

MAN: Well, I doe not thinke but Sombody hath been with you.

SOMEBODY: Sombody was indeed.

WIFE: Gods life, husband, you doe me wrong, I lay with Nobody.

MAN: Well minion, though Nobody beare the blame,
Use it no more, least Sombody bide the shame.

NOBODY: I will endure no longer in this Clymate,
It is so full of slaunders. Ile to the Cittie,
And therefore performe the deedes of charitie.

(Enter the 2d man and a prentice.)

2 MAN: Now, you rascall, who have you beene withal at the

PRENTICE: Sooth, I was with Nobody.

NOBODY: Not with me.

2 MAN: And who was drunke there with you?

PRENTICE: Sooth, Nobody was drunke with me.

NOBODY: O intollerable! they would make me a drunkard to.
I cannot indure any longer, I must hence;
No patience with such scandals can dispence.

2 MAN: Well sirra, if I take you so againe, Ile so belabour you;
O neighbour, good morrow.

1 MAN Good morrow.

2 MAN: You are sad, me thinkes.

1 MAN: Faith sir, I have cause; I have lent a friend of mine a
hundred pounde, and have Nobodyes worde for the payment; bill
nor bond, nor any thing to shew.

2 MAN: Have you Nobodies worde? Ile assure you that Nobodie
is a good man; a good man, I assure you, neighbor, Nobodie
will keep his worde; Nobodies worde is as good as his bond.

1 MAN: Ey, say you so? nay then, lets drinke down sorrow;
If none would lend, then Nobody should borrow.

NOBODY: Yet there's one keepes a good tongue in his head,
That can give Nobody a good report;
I am beholding to him for his praise.
But since my man so much commends the Cittie,
Ile thether, and, to purchase me a name,
Take a large house of infinite receipt,
There keepe a table for all good spirits,
And all the chimneyes shall cast smoake at once:
There Ile give schollers pensions, Poets gold,
Arts their deserts, Philosophy due praise,
Learning his merrit, and all worth his meede.
There Ile release poore prisoners from their dungeons,
Pay Creditors the debts of other men,
And get myself a name mongst Cittizens,
That after-times, pertakers of all blisse,
May thus record, Nobody did all this.
Country, farewell, whose slaunderous tongues I flie!
The Cittie now shall lift my name on hie.

SOMEBODY: Whether Ile follow thee with Swallowes wings
And nimble expedition, there to raise
New brawles and rumors to eclipse thy praise.
Those subtile slie insinuating fellowes
Whom Sombody hath sent into the country
To rack, transport, extort, and to oppresse,
Will I call home, and all their wits employ
Against this publique Benefactor, knowne
Honest, for all the rumors by us sowne.
But howsoever, I am sworne his foe,
And opposite to all his meriting deedes.
This way must doe; though my devining thoughts
This augurie amidsts their changes have,
That Sombody will at length be proov'd a knave. (Exeunt.)

(Enter Queen, Sicophant and Lady Elidure severallie.)

SICOPHANT: Good day to you both, faire Ladies!
But fairest of them both, my gratious Queene!
Good day to your high Majestie! and madam,
The royall Lady of great Elidure,
My Soveraignes brother, unto you I wish
This morning proove as gracious and as good.

QUEENE: Those greetings from the Lady Elidure
Would pleasingly sound in our princely eares.

LADY: Such greetings from great Archigalloes queene
Would be most gratious to our princely eare.

QUEENE: What, no good morrow, and our grace so neere?
Reach me my glove.

LADY: Whom speakes this woman to?

QUEENE: Why, to my subject to my waiting maid;
Am I not mightie Archigalloes queene?
Is not my Lord the royall English King?
Thy husband and thy selfe my servitors?

LADY: Is my Coach ready? where are all my men
That should attend upon our awfull frowne?
What, not one neere?

QUEENE: Minion, my glove,

SICOPHANT: Madam, her highnes glove.

LADY: My scarfe is falne, one of you reach it up.

QUEENE: You heare me?

LADY: Painted Majesty, begone!
I am not to be countercheckt by any.

QUEENE: Shall I beare this?

SICOPHANT: Be patient, I will schoole her.
Your excellence greatly forgets your selfe
To be so dutilesse unto the Queene;
I have seene the world; I know what 'tis to obey
And to command. What if it please the Queene
That you her subject should attend on her
And take her glove up, is it meete that I
Should stoope for yours? You're proud, fie, fie, you're proud!
This must not be twixt two such royall sisters
As you by marriage are; go to, submit,
Her Majestie is easie to forgive.

LADY: Sawcie Lord, forbeare; there's for your exhortation! (Strikes him.)

QUEENE: I cannot beare this, tis insufferable:
Ile to the King; and if he save thy life,
He shall have mine: madnes and wrath attend,
My thoughts are leveld at a bloody end. (Exit.)

LADY: Shee's shadow;
We the true substance are: follow her those
That to our greatness dare themselves oppose.

(Enter Cornwell, Martianus, Morgan and Malgo.)

CORNWELL: Helth to your Ladiship. I would say Queene
If I might have my minde, bir lady, Ladie.

MARTIANUS: I had a sute unto the King with this Lord
For the great office of high Seneshall,
Because of our good service to the state.
But he in scorne, as he doth every thing
Hath tane it from us both, and gin't a foole.

MORGAN: To a Sicophant, a courtly parasite.

SICOPHANT: Beare witnes, Madam, Ile goe too the King
That they speake treason.

MALGO: Passe upon our swords,
You old exchecker of all flatterie.
I tell thee, Archigallo shall be deposd,
And thou disroab'd of all thy dignitie.

SICOPHANT: I hope not so.

CORNWELL: See heere the Counsels hands,
Subscrib'd to Archigallos overthrow.
The names of sixteene royall English Peeres
Joynd in a league that is inviolable;
And nothing wants, but Elidurus grant
To accept the kingdome when the deede is done.

SICOPHANT: Nay then, Ile take your parts, and joyne with you.

MARTIANUS: We will not have a Clawbacks hand comixt
With such heroick peeres.

SICOPHANT: I hope, my Lady
Is not of their minds. My most gratious Queene,
What I did speake in reprehensive sort
Was more because her Majestie was present,
Then any offence of yours, and so esteeme it.
God knowes I love your highnes and these Lords.

LADY: Which of you will persuade my Elidure
To take upon him Englands royaltie?

MARTIANUS: Madam, we all have so importund him
Laying unto his judgement every thing
That might attract his sences to the crowne;
But he, frost-braind, will not be obtaind
To take upon him this Realmes government.

MALGO: Hee is the verie soule of lenitie.
If ever moderation liv'd in any,
Your Lord with that rich vertue is possesst.

LADY: This mildnes in him makes me so despisd
By the proude Queene, and by her favourits.

(Enter Elidure.)

CORNWELL: See, Maddam, where he comes, reading a booke.

LADY: My Lord and husband, with your leave, this booke
Is fitter for an Universitie,
Than to be lookt on, and the Crowne so neere.
You know these Lords, for tyrannie, have sworne
To banish Archigallo from the throne,
And to invest you in the royaltie:
Will you not thanke them, and with bounteous hands
Sprinckle their greatnes with the names of Earles,
Dukes, Marquesses, and other higher terms?

ELIDURE: My deerest love, the essence of my soule,
And you my honord Lords; the sute you make,
Though it be just for many wrongs imposd,
Yet unto me it seemes an injurie.
What is my greatnes by my brothers fall,
But like a starved body nourished
With the destruction of the other lymbes?
Innumerable are the griefes that waite
On horded treasures, then much more on Crownes.
The middle path, the golden meane for me!
Leave me obedience, take you Majestie.

LADY: Why, this is worser to my lofty minde
Then the late checks given by the angry Queene.

CORNWELL: If you refuse it, knowe we are determined
To lay it elsewhere.

LADY: On your younger brother,
And then no doubt we shall be awde indeed,
When the ambition of the elders wife
Can scarsly give our patience any bounds.
England is sicke of pride and tirrany,
And in thy goodnes only to be curde.
Thou art cald foorth amongst a thousand men
To minister this soveraigne Antidote;
To amend thy brothers cruelty with love;
And if thou wilt not from oppression free
Thy native Country, thou art vilde as he.

ELIDURE: I had rather stay his leasure to amend.

LADY: Men, heaven, gods, devills, what power should I invoke
To fashion him anew? Thunder, come downe!
Crowne me with ruine, since not with a Crowne.

CORNWELL: Long life unto the Kingly Elidure!
Trumpets, proclaim it, whether he will or no.

LADY: For that conceit, Lords, you have wonne my hart.
In his despight let him be straight waies Crownd,
That I may triumph while the trumpets sound.

ELIDURE: Carry me to my grave, not to a Throne!

LADY: Helpe, Lords, to seate him! nay, helpe every one!
So should the Majestie of England sit,
Whilst we in like state do associate him.

ELIDURE: Never did any less desire to raigne
Then I: heaven knowes this greatnes is my paine.

LADY: Paine me in this sort, great Lords, every day;
Tis sweete to rule.

ELIDURE: Tis sweeter to obay.

CORNWELL: Live King of England long and happily!
As long and happily your Highnes live!

LADY: We thanke you, Lords; now call in the deposd!
Him and his proud Queen, bring unto our sight,
That in her wrongs we may have our delight.

(Enter Archigallo and his Queene bound.)

ARCHIGALLO: Betrayd, tane prisoner, and by those that owe
To me their duty and allegiance!
My brother, the usurper of the Crowne!
Oh, this is monstrous, most insufferable!

ELIDURE: Good brother, grieve not! tis against my will
That I am made a King. Pray take my place;
I had rather be your subject then your Lord.

LADY: So had not I; sit still my gracious Lord,
Whilst I looke through this Tyrant with a frowne.
Minion, reach up my glove.

QUEENE: Thinkst thou because
Thy husband can dissemble piety,
And therein hath deposd my royall Lord,
That I am lesser in estate than Queene?
No, thine owne answere lately given to me
I thus revet. Stoope then, proud queene, for me!

SICOPHANT: Nay then, as I did lately to her Highnes,
I must admonish you. Dejected lady,
You do forget yourself, and where you are.
Duty is debt; and it is fit, since now
You are a subject, to beare humble thoughts.
Follow my counsell, Lady, and submit;
Her Majestie no doubt will pardon it.

QUEENE: There's for your paines! (Strikes him.)

SICOPHANT: Which way soere I goe,
I have it heere, whether it ebbe or flowe.

LADY: That pride of thine shall be thy overthrowe.
And thus I sentence them.

ELIDURE: Leave that to me.

LADY: No, you are too mild; judgment belongs to me.
Thou, Archigallo, for thy tirannie,
For ever be excluded from all rule
And from thy life!

ELIDURE: Not from his life, I pray.

LADY: He unto whom the greatest wrongs are done,
Dispatch him quickly.

MORGAN: That will I.


ELIDURE: And therein, Lords, effect my tragedie.

LADY: Why strike you not? Oh, tis a dangerous thing
To have a living subject of a King:
Much treason may be wrought, when in his death
Our safety is secur'd.

ELIDURE: Banish him rather. Oh sweete, spare his life!
He is my brother.

ARCHIGALLO: Crownd, and pray thy wife.

ELIDURE: Oh brother, if you roughly speake, I knowe
There is no hope but your sure overthrowe.
Pray be not angry with me for my love.
To banishment! since it must needes be so.
His life I give him, whosoere saies no.

LADY: What? and his Ladies to?

ELIDURE: I, hers and all.

LADY: But Ile not have you banisht with the King.
No, minion, no, since you must live, be assur'd
Ile make thee meanest of my waiting Maides.

QUEENE: I scorne thy pride.

ARCHIGALLO: Farewell, deceiving state!
Pride-making Crowne! my deerest wife, farewell!
I have been a Tyrant, and Ile be so still. (Exit.)

ELIDURE: Alas, my brother!

LADY: Dry up childish teares,
And to these Lords that have invested you,
Give gracious lookes an honorable deedes.

ELIDURE: Give them my Crowne, oh, give them all I have!
The throne I reckon but a glorious grave.

LADY: Then from my selfe these dignities receive.
The Hand wrested from you, I restore;
See it be given them backe, Lord Sicophant.
The office of his Seneschall bereft you,
My Lord of Cornwell, to your grace we give.
You, Martianus, be our Treasurer;
And if we find you faithfull, be assured
You shall not want preferment at our hands.
Meanetime this office we impose on you;
Be Tutor to this Lady; and her pride,
With your learned principles whereof you are full,
Turne to humility, or vex her soule.

QUEENE: Torment on torment! tutord by a foole!

SICOPHANT: Madam, it is her Highnes will; be pleased.

LADY: Young Peridurus and Vigenius, Lords,
Release from prison; and because your King
Is mightely affected unto Yorke,
Thether dismisse the Court incontinent.

SICOPHANT: Shall it be so, my Liedge?

LADY: Are not we King?
His silence saies it; and what we ordaine,
Who dares make question of? This day for ever
Thorough our raigne be held a festivall,
And tryumphe, Lords, that England is set free
From a vild tyrant and his crueltie.

ELIDURE: On to our funerall; tis no matter where:
I sin I knowe, in suffering pride so neere. (Exeunt.)

(Enter Nobody and the Clowne.)

NOBODY: Ahem boy, Nobody is sound yet, for all his troubles.

CLOWNE: And so is Nobodies man, for all his whipping. But
Maister, we are now in the Citty, wald about from slaunder; there
cannot a lie come in but it must runne through bricke, or get
the good will of the warders, whose browne bills looke blew upon all

NOBODY: O this Citty, if Nobody live to be as old againe,
be it spoken in secret,
Ile have fenst about with a wall of brasse.

CLOWNE: Of Nobodies making, that will be rare.

NOBODY: Ile bring the Tems through the middle of it, empty
Moore-ditch at my own charge, and build up Paules-steple without
a collection. I see not what becomes of these collections.

CLOWNE: Why, Nobody receaves them.

NOBODY: I, knave?

CLOWNE: You, knave: or as the world goes, Somebody receaves
all and Nobody is blamd for it.

NOBODY: But is it rumord so thorough out the Citty?

CLOWNE: Doe not you knowe that? Theres not an orphants
portion lost out of the Chamber, but Nobody has got it; no Corne
transported without warrant, but Nobody has donne it; no goods
stolne but by Nobody, no extortion without Nobody: and but that
truth will come to light, fewe wenches got with child, but with

NOBODY: Nay, thats by Somebody.

CLOWNE: I thinke Somebody had a hand in 't, but Nobody some
times paies for the nursing of it.

NOBODY: Indeede I have taken into my charge many a poore
infant left to the almes of the wide world; I have helpt many a
vertuous maide to a good husband, and nere desird her maiden-head;
redeemed many Gentlemens lands, that have thankt Nobody for it;
built Pest-houses and other places of retirement in the sicknes time
for the good of the Cittie, and yet Nobody cannot get a good word
for his labor.

CLOWNE: Tis a mad world, Maister.

NOBODY: Yet this mad world shall not make me mad. I am
All spirit, Nobody. Let them grieve
That scrape for wealth; I will the poore relieve.
Where are the Maisters of the several prisons
Within and neere adjoyning to the Citty?
That I may spred my charity abroad.

CLOWNE: Heere they be Sir.

(Enter three or four.)

NOBODY: Welcome, gentlemen!
You are they that make poore men housholders
Against their wills, and yet doe them no wrong:
You have the actions and the cases of your sides,
Whilst your Tenants in comon want money to fill them.
How many Gentlemen of lesse revenewes than Nobody
Lie in your Knights ward for want of maintenance?

ONE: I am, Sir, a Keeper of the Counter, and there are in our wards
above a hundred poore prisoners, that are like nere to come foorth
without satisfaction.

NOBODY: But Nobody will be their benefactor. What in yours?

THREE: Double the number, and in the Gayle.

NOBODY: Talke not of the Gayle; tis full of limetwigs, lifts,
and pickpockets.

ONE: Is it your pleasure, Sir, to free them all?

NOBODY: All that lie in for debt.

TWO: Ten thousand pound, and ten to that, will not doe it.

NOBODY: Nobody, Sir will give a hundred thousand,
Ten hundred thousand! Nobody will not have a prisoner,
Because they all shall pray for Nobody.

CLOWNE: Tis great pitty my Maister has no body,
and so kind a hart.

(A noise within. "Follow, follow, follow.")

NOBODY: What outcries that?

(Enter Somebody with two or three.)

SOMEBODY: This is the gallant, apprehend him straight.
Tis he that sowes sedition in the Land
Under the couler of being charitable.
When search is made for such in every Inne,
Though I have seene them housd, the Chamberlaine,
For gold, will answere there is Nobody.
He for all bankrouts is a common baile;
And when the execution should be servd
Upon the sureties, they find Nobody:
In private houses, who so apt to lie
As those that have been taught by Nobody?
Servants forgetfull of their Maisters friends,
Being askt how many were to speake with him
Whilst he was absent, they say, Nobody.
Nobody breakes more glasses in a house
Then all his wealth hath power to satisfie.
If you will free this Citty then from shame,
Sease Nobody, and let him beare the blame.

CONSTABLE: Lay hold upon him.

NOBODY: What, on Nobody? Give me my sword, my morglay!
My friends, you that doe know how innocent I am,
Draw in my quarrell, succor Nobody!
Wht? Nobody but Nobody remaining?

CLOWN: Yes, Maister, I, Nobodies man.

NOBODY: Stand to me nobly then, and feare them not!
Thy Maister Nobody can take no wounds.
Nobody is no coward; Nobody
Dares fight with all the world.

SOMEBODY: Upon them, then.

(A fight betwixt Somebody and Nobody; Nobody escapes.)

What, has he scapt us?

CONSTABLE: He is gone, my Lord.

SOMEBODY: It shall be thus, now you have seene his shape:
Let him be straight imprinted to the life;
His picture shall be set on every stall,
And proclamation made, that he that takes him
Shall have a hundred pounds of Sombody.
Country and Citty I shall thus set free,
And have more roome to worke my villanie. (Exeunt.)

NOBODY: What? are they gone? Then, Citty, now adew;
Since I have taken such great injury
For my good life within thy government,
No more will Nobody be charitable,
No more will Nobody relieve the poore.
Honor your Lord and Maister Somebody,
For Somebody is he that wrongs you all.
Ile to the Court; the changing of the ayre
May peradventure change my injuries.
And if I speede no better, being there,
Yet say that Nobody liv'd everywhere. (Exit.)

(Enter Archigallo.)

ARCHIGALLO: I was a King, but now I am slave.
How happie were I in this base estate
If I had never tasted royaltie!
But the remembrance that I was a king,
Unseasons the content of povertie.
I heare the hunters musicke; heere Ile lie
To keepe me out of sight till they passe by.

(Enter Morgan and Malgo.)

MORGAN: The stag is hearded; come, my Lord,
Shall we to horse, and single him againe?

MALGO: Content, the King will chase; the day is spent
And we have kild no game. To horse, away! (Exeunt.)

(Enter Elidure.)

ELIDURE: Hearded? goe single him, or couple straight,
He will not fall to day. What fellowes this?

ARCHIGALLO: I am a man.

ELIDURE: A banisht man, I thinke.
My brother Archigallo, ist not so?

ARCHIGALLO: Tis so, I am thy brother, Elidure;
All that thou hast is mine; the Crowne is mine,
Thy royaltie is mine; these hunting pleasures
Thou doost usurpe. Ambitious Elidure,
I was a King.

ELIDURE: And I may be a wretch! Poore Archigallo!
The sight of thee, that wert my Soveraigne,
In this estate, drawes rivers from mine eyes.
Will you be King againe? If they agree,
Ile redeliver all my royaltie,
Save what a second brother and a subject
Keepes in an humble bosome; for I sweare
The Crowne is yours that Elidure doth weare.

ARCHIGALLO: Then give it me; use not the common sleights
To pittie one, and keepe away his right.
Seest thou these ragges? Do they become my person?
O Elidure, take pittie on my state,
Let me not still live thus infortunate.

ELIDURE: Alas, if pittie could procure your good,
Instead of water, Ide weepe teares of blood,
To expresse both love and pittie. Say, deere brother,
I should uncrowne my selfe, the angree Peeres
Will never let me reach the imperiall wreathe
To Archigalloes head. There's ancient Cornwell,
Stout Martianus, Morgan, and bold Malgo,
From whom you tooke the pleasant Southerne Ile,
Will never kneele to you: what should I say?
Your tirannie was cause of your decay.

ARCHIGALLO: What! shall I die then? Welcome be that fate,
Rather then still live in this wretched state!

(Enter Cornwell, Martianus, Morgan and Malgo.)

CORNWELL: Yonders the King. My soveraigne you have lost
The fall of a brave stagg; he's dead, my liedge.
What fellow's this?

ELIDURE: Knowest him not, Cornwell?

CORNWELL: No, my liedge, not I.

ARCHIGALLO: I am thy King.

ELIDURE: Tis Archigallo, man.

CORNWELL: Thou art no King of mine; thou art a traytor;
Thy life is forfeit by thy stay in Brittaine.
Wert thou not banisht?

ELIDURE: Noble Cornwell, speake
More gently, or my piteous hart will breake.
Lord Martianus, Morgan, and the rest,
I am awearie of my government,
And willinglie resigne it to my brother.

MARTIANUS: Your brother was a tyrant, and my knee
Shall never bow to wrong and tirannie.

ELIDURE: Yet looke upon his misery. His teares
Argue repentance. Thinke not, honourd Lords,
The feare of dangers waiting on my Crowne
Makes me so wiling to resigne the same;
For I am lov'd, I know: But justice bids.
I make a resignation; 'tis his right;
My call's but usurpation.

CORNWELL: Elidure,
If you are wearie of your government,
Wele set the Crowne upon a strangers head
Rather then Archigallo. Harke ye, Lords,
Shall we make him our King, we did depose?
So might our heads be chopt of. He loose mine,
Ere my poore Country shall endure such wrongs
As that injurious tyrant plagues her with.

MORGAN: Keepe still your Crowne, my Liedge; happy is Brittaine
Under the government of Elidure.

ARCHIGALLO: Let it be so.
Death is the happy period of all woe.
The wretch thats torne upon the torturing wrack
Feeles not more devilish torment than my hart,
When I but call to minde my tirannie.
I record heaven, my Lords, my brothers sight,
The pitie that he takes of my distresse,
Your love and true allegiance unto him,
Hath wrought in me a reconciled spirit.
I doe confesse my sinne, and freely say
I did deserve to be deposd.

ELIDURE: Alas god prince! my honorable Lords,
Be not flint-harted! pitty Archigallo!
I know his penitentiall words proceede
From a remorcefull spirit. Ile engage
My life upon his righteous government.
Good Cornwell, gentle Martianus, speake!
Shall Archigallo be your king againe?

ARCHIGALLO: By heaven, I not desire it.

ELIDURE: See, my Lords,
Hee's not ambitious. As thou lov'st me, Cornwell,
As thou did love our Father, let his sonne
Be righted; give him backe the government
You tooke from him.

CORNWELL: What should I saye? faith, I shall fall a weeping:
Therefore speake you.

ELIDURE: Lord Martianus, speake.

MARTIANUS: What say these Lords that have been wrongd by him.

ELIDURE: Morgan and Malgo, all I have in Brittaine
Shall be ingag'd to you, that Archigallo
Will never more oppresse you, nor impose
Wrong on the meanest subject in the Land.

MORGAN: Then weele embrace his government.

ELIDURE: Saies Malgo so?

MALGO: I doe my Lord.

ELIDURE: What saies Martianus?

MARTIANUS: Faith, as my Lord of Cornwell.

CORNWELL: I say that I am sorry he was bad,
And now am glad hee's chang'd. His wickednes
We punisht, and his goodnes, there's great reason
Should be rewarded. Therefore, Lords, set on.
To Yorke then, to his Coronation.

ELIDURE: Then happie Elidure, happie day!
That takes from me a kingdomes cares away.

ARCHIGALLO: And happie Archigallo, that have rangd
From sin to sin, and now at last am changd!
My Lords and friends, the wrongs that you have seene
In me, my future vertues shall redeeme.
Come, gentle brother! Pittie, that should rest
In women most, is harbor'd in thy brest. (Exeunt.)

(Enter Queene, Lady Elidure, and Flatterer.)

LADY: Come, have you done your taske? Now doe you see
What 'tis to be so proude of Majestie?
We must take up your glove, and not be thought
Worthy the name of Sister! Thus, you minx,
Ile teach you ply your worke, and thanke me to:
This paines will be your owne, another day.

QUEENE: Insulting, over-proude, ambitious woman,
Queene I disdaine to call thee, thou dost wrong
Thy brothers wife, indeed thy Kings espousd;
And mauger all thy tyrannie, I sweare,
Rather then still live thus, Ile perrish heere.

SICOPHANT: You are not wise, dejected as you are,
To bandie braves against her Majestie.
You must consider you are now her subject.
Your tongue is bounded by the awe of dutie.
Fie, fie, I needes must chide you, since I see
You are so sawcie with her soveraigntie.

QUEENE: Time was, base spaniell, thou didst fawne as much
On me, as now thou strivest to flatter her.
O God, that one born noble should be so base,
His generous blood to scandall all his race!

LADY: My Lord, if she continue these proude terms,
I give you libertie to punish her.
Ile not maintaine my prisoner and my slave
To raile 'gainst any one that honours me.

(Enter Morgan and Malgo.)

MORGAN: Health to the Queene, and happines to her
That must change states with you, and once more raigne
Queene of this Land.

QUEENE: Speake that againe, o I will blesse my fate
If once more I supply my former state.

MALGO: Long may your highnes live. Your banisht Lord
Is by his brother Elidurus seated
Once more in Britaines throne.

LADY: O, I could teare my haire! Base Elidure,
To wrong himselfe, and make a slave of me.

QUEENE: Now, minion, Ile cry quittance with your pride,
And make you stoope at our imperiall side.
But tell me, Morgan, by what accident
You met with my beloved Archigallo?

MORGAN: Even in the woods where we did hunt the stagge,
There did the tender-harted Elidure
Meete his distressed Brother, and so wrought
By his importunate speech, with all his Peeres,
That after much deniall, yet at last
They yeelded their allegiance to your Lord,
Whom now we must acknowledge our dread King,
And you our princelie Queene.

LADY: Thou Screchowle, Raven, uglie throated slave,
There's for thy newes! (She strikes him.)

QUEENE: Restraine her good my Lord.

SICOPHANT: Fie, madam! fie, fore God you are to blame,
In presence of my soveraigne ladie Queene
To be thus rude. It would become you better
To shew more dutie to her Majestie.

LADY: O monstrous! was not I thy Queene, but now?

SICOPHANT: Yes, when your husband was my King, you were.
But now the streame is turnd, and the States currant
Runnes all to Archigallo. Blame not me;
Wisedome nere lov'd declined Majestie.

(Enter Archigallo crownd, Elidure, Peridure, Vigenius, Cornwell, Martianus and others.)

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