Trumpets. Enter King Edward, Howard, Sellinger, and the train. King. Now, my lord Mayor, have we not kept our word? Because we could not stay to dine with you, At our departure hence, we promised, First food we tasted at our back return For the great service which you did perform Mayor. My gracious lord, what then we did, And may he never live that not defends The honour of his King and Country! Next thank I God, it likes your majesty To bless my poor roof with your royal presence. To me could come no greater happiness. King. Thanks, good lord Mayor; but where's my lady Mayoress? I hope that she will bid us welcome, too. Mayor. She would, my liege, and with no little joy, Had she but liv'd to see this blessed day; But in her stead this gentlewoman here, My cousin's wife, that office will supply. How say you, Mistress Shore? King. How! Mistress Shore! what, not his wife That did refuse his knighthood at our hand? Mayor. The very same, my lord; and here he is. King. What, master Shore, we are your debtor still; But, by God's grace, intend not so to die; And, gentlewoman, now before your face, I must condemn him of discourtesy; Yea, and of great wrong he hath offer'd you; For you had been a Lady but for him. He was in fault; trust me, he was to blame, To hinder virtue of her due by right. Jane. My gracious Lord, my poor and humble thoughts Ne'er had an eye to such unworthiness; And though some hold it as a maxim, That women's minds by nature do aspire, Yet how, both God and Master Shore, I thank To bid your highness welcome to his house. King. Nor do I, Mistress Shore. Now, my lord Mayor, Edward dare boldly swear that he is welcome. You spake the word well, very well, i'faith: How. Of flesh and blood I never did behold A woman every way so absolute. Sel. Nor I, my liege. Were Sellinger a King, He could afford Shore's wife to be a queen. King. Why, how now, Tom? Nay, rather, how now, Ned? What change is this? proud, saucy, roving Eye, I know it, I see it: fairer than my Queen? I will not credit thee. My Bess is fair, And Shore's wife but a blowze, compar'd to her. All in the honour of your majesty. [The Lord Mayor brings a bowl of wine, and offers it to the King on his knees. King. Nay, drink to us, Lord Mayor; we'll have it so. Go to, I say; you are our taster now. Drink, then, and we will pledge ye. Mayor. All health and happiness to my sovereign! King. Fill full our cup; and, lady Mayoress, This full carouse we mean to drink to you; [drinks. And you must pledge us; but yet no more Than you shall please to answer us withall. [Drinks, and the trumpets sound. Then wine is presented to her, and she offers to drink. Nay, you must drink to somebody; yea, Tom, How now? Enter a Messenger, with letters. Letters to us! From whom? Mes. My liege, this from the Duke of Burgundy, And this is from the Constable of France. King. What news from them? (Reads.) To claim our right in France; And they will aid us. Yea, will ye so? But other aid must aid us, ere we go. [Seems to read the letters, but glances on Jane Shore while reading. A woman's aid, that hath more power than France To crown us, or to kill us with mischance. If chaste resolve be to such beauty tied, Sue how thou canst, thou wilt be still denied. [Starts from table. Mayor. God shield my Sovereign! King. Nay, nothing. I shall be well anon. Jane. May it please your highness, sit. King. Ay, fain with thee. Nay, we must needs be gone. Cousin Howard, convey these letters to our Council; And bid them give us their advice of them. Thanks for my cheer, Lord Mayor! farewell to you! And farewell, mistress Shore! Lady Mayoress, I should say! 'Tis you have caused our parting at this time. Farewell, master Shore! farewell to all! We'll meet once more, to make amends for this. [Exeunt King, Howard, and Sellinger. Mayor. Oh, God! here to be ill! My house to cause my Sovereign's discontent! Cousin Shore, I had rather spent Shore. Content yourself, my lord! Kings have their humours. The letters did contain somewhat, no doubt, That did displease him. Jane. So, my lord, think I. But, by God's help, he will be well again. Mayor. I hope so, too. Well, cousin, for your pains, I can but thank ye: chiefly you, fair niece. At night, I pray ye, both come sup with me. How say ye? will ye? Shore. Yes, my lord, we will. So, for this time, we humbly take our leave. [Exeunt Shore and Wife. Mayor. Oh, how the sudden sickness of my liege Afflicts my soul with many passions! His highness did intend to be right merry; And God he knows how it would glad my soul, If I had seen his highness satisfied With the poor entertainment of his Mayor, His humble vassal, whose lands, whose life, and all, Well, God, I trust, will bless his grace's health, Take away there, ho! rid this place; And God of heaven bless my sovereign's grace! [Exit. SCENE III.—Shore's Shop.—The sign of the Pelican. Enter two Apprentices, preparing the Goldsmith"s First Ap. Sirrah Jack, come set out. Sec. Ap. You are the elder prentice! I pray you do it, lest my mistress talk with you when she comes down. What is it o'clock? First Ap. Six, by Allhallows! |