THE Love-sick KING, An English Tragical History: WITH The Life and Death of Cartesmunda, the fair Nun of Winchester. Written by Anth. Brewer, Gent.  
LONDON, Printed for Rob. Pollard at the Ben jonson-head behind the Exchange, and John Sweeting at the Angel in Popes-head-Alley. 1655.   

Persons of the Play.  

Etheldred King of England, slain.  
Alured his Brother, after disguised under the name of Eldred, and at last King.  
Canutus King of Denmark, the Love-sick King.  
The King of Scotland.  
Edmond Duke of Thetford  
Edulf and Edell, Lords.  
1 Captain.  
2. Captain.  
Osbert the Rebel, Duke of Mertia.  
Erkinwald, and Harrold, Lords of Denmark.  
Osrick, Hoffman, & Huldrick, Danes,  
Walcolme, a Scot.  
The Abbot of Winchester.  
Goodgift a Merchant of Newcastle.  
Randal a Coal-Merchant, brother to Goodgifts wife.  
George, Factor to Goodgift  
Thornton the Pedlar.  
Grim the Collier, Servant to Randal▪  
A blacksmith.  
A goldsmith.  
A Workman.  
〈◊〉.  
Elgina, Sister to Canutus King of Denmark.  
Cartesm●nda the fair Nun of Winchester.  
Wife to Goodgift, after his widow.   The Scene, England.  
The Love Sick KING.  

ACT. 1. SCEN. 1.  Enter King Etheldred, Alured his Brother, Edmond Duke of Thetford, Edulf, Edell Earl of Hampshire, with their Swords drawn, and some soldiers wounded before them. Alarms continuing afar off. King, 
O Stay and hear me speak my noble Friends, my Subjects and my soldiers hear your King; in nine set battles ●gainst the conquering Danes hath Ethelred with various fortunes fought, to rescue you and England from the spoils of War and Tyranny: Recall your spirits, this City Winchester is all our strength,  
And if you cease to fight, the Foe comes on,  
With bloody rage, and sad confusion.  Cap. 1. 
The breach is made, the Danes rush o'er the Walls, and like the penned up Ocean 'bove his banks, falls from his height with roaring violence, and drowns us all in blood.  Alu. 
despair not quite,  
We yet may beat 'em back, arm, arm to fight.  Edm. 
The Danes are in the streets, slaughter begins, and execution is their soldier's words. O will you lay your throats beneath their swords, or doth your danger make you desperate? your houses will be preys to fire and theft.  King. 
Your Wives and daughter's slaves to Danish lust.  Alur. 
Your Children in their mother's arms struck dead.  Edm. 
The names of English torn from memory;  
Oh let your valours in one chance be builed,  
Or quite extirp a Nation from the World.  King. 
See, on my knees, I pray you, for yourselves; O 'tis for England's safety not my own, makes me a Subject to my Subjects thus, pity your King, your Country, and yourselves that now are falling, let your valour's rise, and in this last resist your enemies.  Alu. 
Now by my Princely birth( my royal Brother) His sight amazes more than all the Danes; rise, rise, and speak no more; put them away, the stones will sooner yield you aid than they.  2. Capt. 
Rip up our breasts, and see our loyal hearts to fight and die for you in this just cause, But death hath seized us, all our bloods are wasted, and through our many wounds our souls exhausted.  1. Capt. 
And since we can no more, O let your swords take swift revenge, and save the Danes a labour, In killing us you ease our present woes.  Alarm and cries within. Ent Edel. 
Fly royal Princes, save your lives by flight, the day looks clouded, there's no hope of safety; The traitorous Osbert Duke of Mertia makes Head against you, and with all his Troops, enters the City gates, guards in the Danes, triumphs in slaughter through every street. The aged Father of St. Swithins abbey, that with his holy Cross between his hands, mounted the Walls to cause the soldiers on to fight for Freedom and Religion, Seeing this Treason, hath retired himself, and on the holy Altar heaves his hands, awaiting death; the chaste religious maids, with Cartesmunda their fair Governess,  
Flock to the Temple as their last defence,  
Hoping that place may shield their innocence.  King. 
Come, Princely Alured, my noble Brother, let's seek to stop their pressing through the City, if we must die—.  Alur. 
'Tis but our Fate  
Which even till death close by thy side I'll wait.  Exeunt. Alarm. Enter Osbert, Erkinwald, Harrolld, and the Danes crying Kill, kill, the wounded soldiers rise and fight, to them, the King, Alured, and the English, who are driven out and the King slain. Edm. 
Seek for your safety, Sir, the King is dead.  Alur. 
See noble Edmond what the Danes have done, a King, by Heaven created for a Crown, now only made fit for a golden urn, betrayed to death and slaughter pitiless.  Edm. 
Curse on the traitor's heart that wrought this Treason, rebellious Osbert that betrayest thy Country.  Alur. 
Leave his reward to Heaven that will avenge it, and brave Duke Edmond, sith the times are such, let's take disguise with speed and seek for safety; If Heaven be pleased, brave Lord, we yet may live, if not, what Heaven has given, i'll freely give. Hie thee to Thetford, raise thy friends in Norfolk, If I escape with life, I'll post to Scotland, Donald the King is of a noble spirit, and will not slack I know to send his aid against this common Foe to both our Kingdoms.  
There shalt thou meet me, tho our journeys far,  
we'll once again renew this dreadful war.  Edm. 
Spoke like the hope of England! Royal Prince! shake hands in this red City, and then part, for in thy quarrel I will live and die.  Alu. 
First bear hence this cold clay of Majesty, our hapless Brother, and revenge his death.  Edm. 
That, and what else may but express thy Worth and Title to the Crown, i'll still pursue, or may black infamy my baseness tell.  Alu. 
My soul shall quit thy love. Brave Prince farewell.  Exeunt severally. Alarm, Enter Canutus, K. of Denmark, Elgina his Sister, Erkinwald, Osbert, Harrolld, Osrick, soldiers. Osb. 
The Cities won, my Lord, the King is slain, and great Canutus with his Royal Troops may rake possession of this conquered Town.  Canu. 
Thy love brave Osbert duke of Mertia, revolting from the English to our part, has overturned the City Winchester, drowned in the blood of Kingly Etheldred and all his host. Hie thee Duke Erkinwald, conduct our beauteous Sister to our Tent: You shall go back Elgina strongly guarded, till with our swords we clear all passages that may oppose our peaceful entrance.  
Stand on you Hill, and hear the English cries;  
While Trumpets sound the Da●ish Victories.  Conduct her Elkinwald. Erk. 
I shall, great Prince.  Elgi. 
The Gods protect my noble brother's safety, and crown thy brows with wreathes of victory.  Canu. 
Duke Harrolld take our Guards, and march before, ransack the Temple, and each private house,  
Who bears the name of English strike him dead;  
This day the Kingdom's wholly conquered.  Osb. 
Long may it so remain to great Canutus; an hundred thirty years the English Kings have paid just Tribute to the conquering Danes, which now reconquered, with assured hopes to hold possession of the State and Crown, see here the slaughtered Body of a King  
〈◊〉 and disloyal Etheldred,  
Thus 〈…〉 his foot upon thy head,  
That was a 〈◊〉 late with precious 〈◊〉,  
Rejoicing 〈◊〉 by me thy pride is 〈◊〉.  Canu. 
For bear brave English Lord, remember this, he was a King, let not thy Subject foot tread on thy sovereign's head; Take off his Crown, and when the slaughter's past present it to us, and we will then reward thy faithful service; enter the Town, spare neither Sex no● Age,  
Whip out this English Race, with iron rods;  
The vanquished are but men, the Victors, gods,  Exeunt. Alarm. A great Cry within. Enter Abbot bearing a Cross, Cartesmunda with two Tapers burning, which she placeth on the Altar, two or three Nuns following. Abbot. 
Come holy Virgins, hie you to the Altar.  Car. 
The raging Foe pursues, defend us Heaven, Take Virgin tears, the balm of martyred Saints, as tribute due to thy Tribunal Throne; with thy right hand keep us from rage and murder; let not our danger fright us, but our sins: Misfortunes touch our Bodies, not our Souls;  
Keep Faith before us, from Hell none escapes,  
Our deaths may be thy will, but not our Rapes.  Abb▪ 
Fair Cartesmunda, bright illustrious Maid, O be thou constant in this day of trial.  
Virtue is Vice unless it do persever,  
That is true Holiness that lasts for ever.  Car. 
Upon my knees to you and Heaven I swear, when I do yield my Virgin vow to lust, in the soft I wines of an insatiate bed, may I give up the treasure of my youth  
To such a man, whose lust and poisoned breath  
May soon reward my sin, and be my death.  Follow, follow, Alarm, Abb. 
Such Vows being kept are true religious. Hark, hark, the bloody  
Foe has forced the Temple.  
Turn boldly and be constant, here's the trial.  All Virgins, 
To Nature we'll be false, to Heaven be loyal.  Alarm. Enter Canutus, Erkinwald, Harrold, Hoffman, Osri●k, soldiers. Canu. 
On, on, kill all, spare none; this by Canusus dies; ha!  
Who holds my conquering hand? what power unknown,  
By magic thus transforms me to a stone,  
Senseless of all the faculties of life?  
My blood runs back, I have no power to strike.  
Call in our Guards, and bid them all give o'er,  
Sheath up your swords with me, and kill no more;  
Her Angel-beauty cries, she must not die,  
Nor live but mine: O I am taken strangely:  
Methinks I lift my sword against myself,  
When I oppose her: All perfection!  
O see, the pearled dew drops from her eye;  
Arise in peace; fair soul, will you be mine?  Car. 
If you be death not else.  Canut. 
Here is his power, for if my wrath thou move,  
This blow shall rid my heart of torturing love;  
Pale deaths effect shall take away the cause, and I be 〈◊〉 as air: Thou Sorceress, that stayest my hand with Witchcraft, and with Charms: I will unwind thy cunning Ex●rcismes. Rare beauteous Virgin, Will you love Canutus?  Cartes. 
When to these bodies dead, thou givest new l●●e, I then will love thee.  Canut. 
I'll give thee death, As those in blood have fallen; and thou shalt die. I cud,— We will withdraw; Then kill her.  Cartes. 
And I am ready. Ty●ant, do thy worst. O heaven!  Canut. 
Hold traitor, hold, thoust killed thy Sovereign▪ Does she not bleed? O Love how strong's thy fear? All England shall not buy this Jewel from me: Didst thou strike her?  Har. 
I had not drawn my sword, you came so sudden.  Canut. 
Nor never Mayest thou draw it against her life, so she be pleased to love.  Cartes. 
To ha●e thee I will love, but never love thee.  Canut. 
Grant me thy Love, my Royalties are thine, and thou shalt strike the Sun blind with thy lustre, in Ornaments more rich than is the Treasure ●id in the unknown bottom of the Sea; And for thy pleasures—  Cartes. 
Peace, sleek Flattery. Thou seekest to violate my Virgin  
Vow with thy enchanting tongue, which 〈◊〉 I break,  
The heavens shall fright the earth; Saints prove unjust,  
Death lose this power, ere I embrace ma●s lust.  Canut. 
She turns me wild with rage and passion; I'll rip thy bofome up to see that wonder, a constant woman's heart: Sure thine is f●ne, yet thus I'll pierce it were it Adamant: Oh!  Ho offers to strike, and his sword falls. Erkin. 
My Royal Lord.  Har. 
Great Prince recall your spirits.  Canut. 
I'm struck with lightning from the torrid Zone,  
Stand all betwixt me and that flaming Sun;  
Yet do not: Let her heat in death be spent.  
Go Erkinwald, convey her to my Tent.  
Let her be guarded with more watchful eyes,  
Than heaven has stars, for fear she be surprised;  
If here she stay, I shall consume and die,  
'Tis time must give my passions remedy.  
Art thou not gone? Kill him that gazeth on her,  
For all that see her, sure must dote like me,  
And Treason will be wrought against us for her.  
Be sudden. To our Tents, prithee away,  
The hell on earth is love that brings delay.  Exit Erk in. with Cartes. Har. 
The Duke of Mertia with the English Crown attends the pleasure of my Lord the King.  Canut. 
Present him to us; O obdurate Maid,  
The English Crown is value less to thee,  
This thy Idea crowns my victory.  Ent. Osbert. Osb. 
Low, as obedience, thus the vanquished English yields subject duty to the King of Danes, and with this conquered Crown our lives and honours.  Canut. 
You please us well Duke Osbert; come invest us, thy warlike hand shall crown Canutus head, For by thy aid, this Realm is conquered.  Osb. 
Long live Canutus mighty King of Danes, of Denmark, Norway, and of England King.  Flourish. Canut. 
Thanks Duke of Mertia, We must now remember that by thy late revolt we won this City, slew Etheldred the Lord of many thousands.  
Now for reward which should ha' come before,  
Thou never shalt crown King or subject more.  
Off with his head.  Osb. 
My Lord.  Canut. 
A guard I say, stop up the traitor's mouth: Let us have fear, not love; man's nature will be bold where it is liked; A kingdom got by blood must so be kept: I will not hear him speak; Away with him; Bring me his wisdom's head into my Tent, there we'll converse.  Osb. 
Heaven's wrath is justly sent.  Exit with Guard. Canut. 
Here was it that I saw that blazing Star whose bright aspect promised a general peace to this affrighted kingdom: Torches Slaves, the night comes on us, we are all in darkness, prepare my bed, we'll rest us after toil, and sleep, thou mother of forgetfulness, drown all my thoughts that ere I saw this Virgin, make her a stranger to my memory, that I may joy in this, not die for love. Hoffman, her looks are heaven; her eyes are Cupid's darts; Go bring her to me: Art not gone yet slave? It is an embassy too good for Hermes, the herald of the gods: Thou shalt meet Lightning, yet on thou must, go ask that weeping Nun, dost hear me? Art not gone? Were Helen now alive, this Maid alone would stain her beauty and new Troy should burn, Paris would die again to live to see her: O bring me her, Dull slave with reverence; Let not the Sun be more out-worshipped by the tanned Barbarian: Tell her, A bleeding Lover sent thee to her, and name me if thou chance to see her smile: thou'st not forgot my name.  A cup of Wine ready. Hos. 
No my good Lord.  Canut. 
Let me not spurn thee, Go, Fetch me some Wine, we'll war a while with Love. Fair Phaedra, who in Corinth once was found, compared to her, as different they wooed show, as sable Ebony to Alpine Snow; when first I saw her at the holy Altar, Surely the gods more careful of her life, then of a mass of souls brought me upon her, and fixed my soul to hers: Let's have some music.  Ent. Hoffman. 
But thou prevent'st us with a better sound. The Accent of her Name strikes music dumb, for she is air of all perfection.— Her Name?  Hof. 
Her three times sacred Name, most Royal King, is Cartesmunda, a Religious Nun.  Canut. 
It needs no epithet t'express the Name,  
For Cartesmunda is the world's bright frame.  
I charge thee Villain, strait conduct her to me. Her sacred Name is Cartesmunda called; O fairest soul! I fear't a harder Task to conquer thee, than all the spacious Bounds of Barbary; Had the gods none to take my glory from me, but a weak woman? O strange destined Fate! Ten Worlds in Arms against Canutus State.  Enter Osrick and Cartesunda. 
See the day breaks; Look where Aurora comes, and see the morning's dew falls from her eyes, begetting better Flowers than those of May from the glad ravished Earth: O tell me fair, Speak English Maid; How camest thou to my sight? What makest thou here? Camest thou to murder me?  Cartis. 
What all my friends have found but wretched I,  
I seek for, death to end my misery.  Canut. 
But canst not find him, for thou art immortal; Death would die for thee, if he even saw thee, and for thy sake make blunt his Ebon dart; Pray weep no more, He prays that might command; We will not force the Jewel thou so prizest, till, thou bequeathe it freely to my youth. We are o'th' eagles' kind, and scorn to stoop to an ignoble Thought: Sweet will you hear me; 'Twas King Canutus fetched that sigh you heard: Still turn aside! Well, if you loathe me, leave me; there lies your way: Yet be advised, Fond Maid; No sooner shalt thou pass from forth my sight, but the base soldiers will lay hold on thee, and what I value 'bove Religion, will not be thus much there, They'll ravish thee, and therefore prithee stay, with tears I pray thee. Thou frosty April, wilt not love for love? Do't then for honour, Pleasure, Majesty: Ungentle still? Then get thee from my sight: Go to the Woods, and learn of wilder Beasts a little pity: You preserve chastity with a foul sin, Ingratitude: good-night; Yet stay, We are strangers, We may kiss at parting; Thou hast infused Promethean Fires into me: I have two lives, Yet none of them mine own. Fair Cartesmunda, If thou wilt be gone, bid me good-night, though in some Language that I understand not:  Cartes. 
Good-night, My Lord.  Canut. 
When shall I have thy Love?  Cartes. 
When men shall cease to think there is a God, or any thing more strange: Alas, great Prince!  
My Chastity stands at the Bar above,  
My Life I owe to you, but not my Love.  Canut. 
So young, and full of grey haired Purity: In vain I shoot against a wall of brass, that sends mine own shafts back upon myself. I must choose fit time to conquer thee. Lights, and a double guard t' attend my Love.  
( Fairest) Good rest; be duteous in her keeping,  
He wake with thought of thee, and then with weeping.  Exeunt. Manet Erkinwald, Harrolld, Captain. Erk. 
The King is Love-sick Harrolld; join thy powers, and round begir● this City Winchester; Beset the ways, let not the English escape, That stood the siege and sack of Winchester.  Har. 
I think there's few escaped, the King is slain  
And England now submits tothth' conquering Dane.  Erk. 
Prince Alured, the Brother to the King, and Edmond Duke of Thetford both are scaped and may raise powers afresh: Therefore be careful.  Enter Elgina. Har. 
Doubt not my Lord. See here comes the Princes.  Ex. Erk. 
Madam, I bring you dear commends from your great Brother, England is won, and the white flag of peace is reared upon the ruins of this City, King Etheldred slain, and great Canutus invested with his Crown and Dignity. What conquest can be more?  Elg. 
That you subdue your thoughts; and sir, give o'er, till I have conference with the King.  Erk. 
And then you'll love?  Elg. 
Till than i'll love no other.  Enter two soldiers dragging in Alured in disguise. 1 Soul. 
Drag him along, he's English and must die. Come forward sir.  Alu. 
Ye cannot fright me, 'tis my wish to die,  
And I that seek it scoff your Tyranny,  
O for fair England's good and my lost powers,  
Mine be the suffering, and the glory yours.  Erk. 
What prisoner have our Danish soldiers got?  2 Sould. 
One of the straggling English, my good Lord,  
And now are leading him to have him tortured.  Erk. 
Let him come near us, Say, what art thou?  ( Whispers with Alured. Elg. 
Some God, I think, disguised in human shape, come down to court us with bewitching looks,  
There's something tells me, if my thoughts speak truth,  
To thee I owe the pleasure of my youth.  Erk. 
Was that thy fortune, 'thad been better far  
thou'dst fallen amongst thy friends in this dread war  
Then live to further shame. Away and hang him.  Elg. 
Stay good my Lord.  Erk. 
Madam forbear, the King hath sworn the deaths of all that barred his entrance to this City; they scorned his proffered peace, and now must perish. This may suffice, he's English, and must die.  Elg. 
If all the English perish, then must I, for I( now know) in England here was b●ed, although descended of the Danish blood, King 〈◊〉 my Father, thirty years governed the one half of this famous Kingdom, where I, that time was born an English Princess;  
Therefore I pray, my Lord, set this man free  
Let me bestow his life and liberty;  
I'll beg it of the King.  Erk. 
Madam, 'tis yours, go soldiers drink this gold, and let our word to you discharge your Prisoner.  1. S●ul. 
It shall my Lord, wooed we were rid of all the English thus.  Ex. Sould. Elg. 
Pray Sir, resolve me, what has your fortunes been?  Alu. 
The most of woes dear Princess, I have lived to see my Country ruined, my friends murdered,  
Myself condemned to die, and but for you  
I had been dead, that life I have's your due.  Elg. 
Comfort yourself, henceforth you shall be mine,  
Attend this, noble Lord, 'tis for your good;  
Where mildness conquers, we must shed no blood.  Erk. 
You are all compact of Love and Mercy( Lady) attend me sir, and for this Princess sake, we will prefer thee; come beauteous Madam you now must leave the Tents to entertain the glorious triumphs of the great Canutus, whom you must comfort, for the Love-sick King sits sadly doting on a beauteous Nun.  Elg. 
Is't possible( my Lord) the King our brother,  
In midst of Conquest should be Cupid's prisoner?  Erk. 
Such is loves power, it flies with swiftest wings,  
And midst his armed Guards he woundeth Kings.  Elg. 
Venus defend me, if he be thus powerful we shall be all soldiers, and these stern Wars must be transformed into Loves encounters. Well, my good Lord, we'll see this English wonder my Brother so admires, call for our Guard and Train.  Erk. 
They are ready( madam)  Elg. 
Go you before then( sir) and I'll not stay,  
Look to your Prisoner, lest he ●un away.  Erk. 
O fear not Lady— Come sir,  Ex. Erk. Alur. Elg. 
Wooed he wooed run, so he wooed take me with him, by Jove I love him, but 'tis bashfulness, that thus makes women hide their passions, even till we burst and die; we must not plead love,  
Yea, though't be offered we must still refuse it.  
With fo●d denial when we wish to choose it.  
I see no sense for this; well amorous youth,  
For thy sake I'll teach women what to do,  
And spite of custom to begin to woo.  Exit.  

ACT. 2.  Enter Thorneton with Needles, and a A lambskin, Singing. Thor. 
Be gone, be gone, my Juggy, my Puggy, be gone my Love, my Dear, my Money is gone, and ware I have none, but one poor lambskin here: Why so, and who buys this lambskin now, A most fine, dainty, nappy lambskin, if a Lady would line her Petticoat, A sweeter lambskin cannot kiss her Catastrophe: Let me see, how often do I transform myself in four and twenty hours? First, Here in Northumberland, mine own native Country, amongst poor people I change these milan fustian Needles into eggs, than my eggs into money, and then am I a Merchant, not of Eels-skins, but lambskins; and thus poor Thornton of Northumberland, picks out a living in spite of beggary: Yet this is not the living that I aim at neither; for I may tell to all men that I have a terrible mind to be a horrible rich man; nay, I am half assured on't too, for where e'er I go, there's something still whispers in mine ears, I shall be greater, and here at Newcastle too, into which I am now entering. All which to confirm, a Witch or a juggler, has guided my fate in writing, and now I'll read it once again, that all the World may know my fortunes, and wonder at them. Mark then, for thus it goes.  Reads. 
Go to Newcastle, take thy fate,  
Yet ere thou enter, count thy State,  
If service in that place thou get  
Thy wealth will rise to infinite,  
And Thornton's name in England stand,  
The richest Subject in the Land.  
O fortune, how hast thou favoured a poor Merchant stranger? I have all this wealth in conceit already, and all this have I got of cunning man, for two poor Milan Needles, and one of 'em lacks an eye too. No matter. Hope keeps the heart whole, and I shall be rich, that's certain; but how I know not▪ nor care not, so I come in any likeness; my Fortune says, I must get a service here in Newcastle, but ere I enter I must count the wealth I have now, and that's soon reckoned, one poor half penny and a lambskin, is all the wealth I have i'faith and yet for all this my state must stand the richest Subject in the Land; 'tis certain, my mind gives me it, and I am assured on't, yet I must put myself in remembrance of my poverty, lest I should forget myself when I am grown so rich, I will write a note on't ere I enter the Town▪ and hang it here upon some tree, to keep it in mind, as long as the River of Tine runs under it. Let me see, instead of paper this Tile-stone shall serve, and here's and Ink-horn I stole from my Hostis, a scurvy Quean, if I had not given her money for my Ale, she would have chaulked me presently, this shall serve the turn. I'll sit down and write, sweet Helicon inspire me with thy Castalian luck.  Enter Goodgift, and Randolfe, and George, his Wife. Good. 
Come, come dispatch, the wind is North North West, and blows fair on us; Where is George my Factor?  Fact. 
Here Sir,  Good. 
At the next ebb, good George, I and the ship fall down to Tinmouth; are your books made even, the goods made fit, and all things fitting for the voyage.  Fact. 
All's done sir, the Commodities prized and summed; their value at my back return from Sea, I hope to treble to you.  Good. 
Heaven deal in that, or gain, or loss we must be still contented, and therefore are we called Adventurers, because we know 'tis hazard.  Rand. 
●Tis indeed sir, and I do wonder at this gain of hazard you'll set so great a state, seeing the time joins with the Sea in danger; the Danish Fleet watcheth to pill the English Venturers. Then be advised.  Wife. 
Yet to avoid all dangers Husband, I'd have you do as here my Brother doth, ve●ture your state in your own Country, tho the gains be smaller, the safety's not so doubtful.  Good. 
Ay, I, Wife, thy Brother Randolfe here is known a famous Merchant for Newcastle Coals, and England holds the circuit of his traffic, but we that are Adventures abroad, must fame our Country through all Christendom, nay far beyond our Christian Territories, to Egypt, Barbary, and the tawny Moors, Where not indeed? if Sea and wind gives way unto our dancing Vessels; nay, nay, Brother, your merchandise compared with us, I tell you, is but a poor freshwater venture.  Rand. 
Well brother, well, pursue your foreign gain, I rest content at home, at the years end we'll cast the difference 'twixt your far-fetched treasure, and our Newcastle homebred Minerals, you shall perceive strange transformation, black coals turned to white silver, that's my comfort sir.  Good. 
And take it to you sir, with much good I wish it. But stay, slay, who is that?  Rand. 
One that is very brain busy it seems.  Good. 
Peace, peace, observe him prithee,  Thorn. 
Here did Thornton enter in  
With hope, a half penny, and a lambskin,  
It shall go i'faith. I'll never strive to mend it; foot this Poetry, and a man's brains were not well laid in his head, wooed make him mad, I think if there be any Helicon in England 'tis here at Newcastle, I am inspired with it, every Coal-pit has a relish on't, for who goes down but he comes out as black as Ink.  Good. 
Is not this fellow mad?  Rand. 
Good faith I doubt it.  Thorn. 
Well this writing will I set up here at the town's end, that when I have got all these riches together, and sit amongst my comely Brethren, I then may staulk the pace of wit, and worship, here to read this Manuscript, then will I view my warehouses, disperse my coin, comfort the poor, I and perhaps build Churches.  Rand. 
Either he speaks to himself, or he's possessed with some strange talking spirit, that Dialogues within him.  Thorn. 
Then will I have some Fifty Beades-men in my life time, for that's the first way to be prayed for here, and mourned for when I am gone, and on their Gowns their Cullisance shall be six Milan Needles, and a silver lambskin.  Good. 
Ha, ha, the more he speaks, methinks 'tis more distracted. Let's question him.  Wife, 
Is he not, think you Husband, one of those Players of Interludes that dwells at Newcastle, and cunning of his Part, for surely these are other men's matters he talks of? Do you hear honest man, and Friend, let me instruct you to be wise and sober.  Sings. Thorn. 
I come not hither for thee to teach,  
I have no pulpit for to Preach,  
I wooed thou'dst kissed me under the Breech,  
As thou art a Lady gay.  Wife, 
Marry come up with a vengeance.  Good. 
La you wife, you see what 'tis to trouble a man in his Meditations, prithee let him alone, he's not mad I warrant thee.  Thorn. 
With hope, a halfpenny, and a lambskin, I protest I never pleased myself better. Let me see, what day's this; O Monday! I shall love Monday's vein to poe●ize as long as I live, for this trick.  Good. 
Good speed, Good fellow.  Thor. 
Ha, Whose that? O I thank you Gentlemen; If I have good speed, I'll do good deeds the sooner: Your sufferance a little I beseech you; Then will I build some famous Monument.  Rand. 
Thou buildest i'th' air I think: prithee, what countryman art?  Thor. 
Faith Sir, a poor Northumberland man▪ and yet I tell ye Gentlemen, not altogether the poor Fellow, which you behold me; Fortune may change, If you seek what I shall be, 'Tis infinite, and cannot be summed together: But if you wooed know my present store; It is all summed on this oil-stone: I shall be very rich, that's certain; and this Town of Newcastle must be the raising of my fortune, if there I get service, then are Wealth and Treasure my servants.  Good. 
And such a servant cannot want a Master. But prithee tell me, Whence hast thou these hopes?  Thorn. 
Pray Sir, read that, then tell me your opinion.  Good. 
Prithee let's see't. Go to Newcastle take thy Fate,  
Yet ere thou enter, coun● thy State:  
If service in that place thou get,  
Thy wealth will rise to infinite;  
And Thorntons' name in England stand  
The richest subject in the Land.— Excellent i'faith. And dost thou believe all this?  Thorn. 
As sure as you live Sir, and all the world cannot drive me from this opinion, but that I shall be a very rich man.  Good. 
I like thy confidence: How dost desire to have employment? Wilt thou go to Sea.  Thorn. 
Sea or Land, Fire or air; Let Newcastle be my home, and some honest man my Master. This Halfpenny, and this Milan Needle, shall I multiply to a Million of halfpennies, and this innocent lambskin to a Magnificent Lordship.  Good. 
Stay there, I prithee, 'tis wealth enough for a subject, come, I'll give thee handsel, that's Entertainment, my name is Goodgift a Merchant of Newcastle, where thou desirest to serve, give me thy hand, If I do live to see thee this rich man, I shall be proud to say, I was thy Master.  Thorn. 
I am your servant Sir, and will be faithful.  Good. 
Obey me then at first, as I'll employ thee: Thou shalt to Sea, I see thou wilt be thrifty: Come hither George, take him a Shipboard with thee, change his apparel strait, and make him handsome; I begin so well to relish his Plainness that I am half persuaded of his hopes. How sayst thou wife?  Wife. 
Nay, Nay, He bade me kiss his Breech, B●rlady, but that's no matter Husband, seeing I see his Fortunes are so hopeful, he shall have my liking: Come hither Thornton, since thy Master sends thee out to Sea, there's something for thee to begin thy stock with, and if thou double it, I'll ne'er grudge i'faith, So thou'lt remember me, when thou'rt a rich man.  Good. 
Ha, Ha,— she's confident already.  Rand. 
So shall I ne'er be, till I see it Sir.  Good. 
Well, Well, Do as I bid thee George, under thyself, let him have charge of all.  George 
How will he put off these Commodities he has Sir?  Thorn. 
Tush, Tush, I'll have an outcry Fellow George, for so I take it Sir, your name is now.  George 
Why what's thy lambskin good for?  Thorn. 
Marry Muff Sir.  Wife. 
Thou sayst true indeed Thornton, and I'll purchase it of thee, for that purpose, I'll give thee a Groat for it to line my Muff withal.  Thorn. 
And you shall have't Mistress, It has been lain dead on my hands a great while, and now it shall be dead on yours, only this, Sweet Master, I must inteat you, that ere I enter the Town, I may hang up this writing here; I doubt not Sir, but at my coming home, I shall be able to have't cut in stone.  Good. 
Agreed, Agreed, an honest Motion. How now, Who's this comes here?  Enter Grim. Wife. 
'Tis Grim the collier, is't not brother?  Rand. 
O yes sister, the main overseer of all my coals, I warrant you, his heads more troubled too, than Thornton's was to count his hoped-for wealth, and mark how wisely he proceeds about it.  Grim. 
Let me see now, first five hundred cauldron of Coals at ten Groats a cauldron, that is, in Coals, and money; ten Groats, and ten Groats, is twice ten Groats; Then take twice ten out of two times ten, and there remains four times ten: fivescore cauldron at ten Groats a Coal, comes to five shillings, then take me thirty Coals out of thirty cauldron, and put them together, and there's the whole Voyage, so thirty cauldron of Coals, comes to five cauldron of Angels.  Good. 
O rare! He multiplies bravely.  Rand. 
I told you what a reckoning he wooed make on't.  Grim. 
Then to cast how many fourpences halfpennies there are in a cauldron of Angels: Let me see, take half a cauldron out of a whole cauldron, and there remains— No, No, this is not the way; I must begin lower: A cauldron of Angels, if you take nothing out, there remains something: This is the honest way for a servant when he casts up his Master's Reckonings, to take nothing out, and then the whole Stock remains untouched still.  Rand. 
I marry Sir, I like that well; Why, How now Grim, What art thou doing?  Grim. 
I cry you mercy Master, I am even doing my good will to make your Accounts right Sir: There's five hundred cauldron of Coals leaving the River, and shiped away: They'll be Sea-sick to morrow.  Rand. 
How many for London( Grim?)  Grim. 
Three hundred cauldron, Sir.  Rand. 
And whither go the rest?  Grim. 
'Twas purposed they should ha gone to Winchester, but its thought since the Danes came thither, they have little need of Sea-coal, every place is so hot; they say a tailor burned his Goose, and yet no fire came near him.  Rand. 
That's strange▪ Well Grim, bid them alter their course for Winchester, bid them put in at Lyn, and Yarmouth, and let London be the farthest of their journey until these Wars afford us better safety.  Grim. 
Alas Master, if you stow up your ships, you may e'en hang up your colliers, for they'll starve and die if they come above ground once; you have sevescore pits, and seven hundred lusty colliers daily digging in them, and if they come above ground once— What Thornton my old Acquaintance! How is't, How isted man?  Thorn. 
Never better i'faith.  Good. 
Dost thou know him?  Grim. 
Better than the tailor that made his Doublet: Know Thornton, the famous Needle-maker of Northumberland? There's not a Beggar that carries a Patch about her, but knows him; All our colliers buy Needles of him for the same purpose: Many a night has he lain in the cellarage amongst ●Thornton, How many Eggs have you roasted at our fire in the Coal-pits?  Thorn. 
Thou posest me now i'faith Grim, I have been infinitely beholding to thee, and when I am a rich man, here's my hand, I'll requite it.  Grim. 
I had rather thou wouldst set a certain day to do't. Dost thou think to be rich by pedlar's Eggs, and Lambs-skins?  Thorn. 
But I have other employments now Grim.  Good. 
He is my servant Sir, and is already by my best liking voyaging to Sea.  Grim. 
Does he go a foot Sir?  Good. 
Sirrah, sirrah, He's a Venturer too, and when you see his safe return again with wealth from Sea, you'll make legs to him.  Grim. 
How legs to him? I scorn him and his Lambs-skins. No Sir, Thorxton must remember I am controller of the coalpits, and that many a night I have committed him to the Hole, and there he lay forty Fathom deep beneath me, where I could have buried him alive, if I had thought on't: Make legs to him?  Good. 
Come, Come Sir, we'll have you friends at parting; Go George, follow my directions, and let Thornton have that employment I prescribed to you; Come Sir, you shall first erect your Character according to your mind at the town's end, to keep a Record of your Entrance in.  Thorn. 
With hope, a Halfpenny, and a lambskin, that's all Sir.  Grim. 
Ha, Ha, a brave rich man I promise you.  Exeunt. Enter Erkinwald and Alured. Erkin. 
Is thy name Eldred?  Alur. 
Yes, My good Lord.  Erkin. 
Thou art my prisoner still, and we have power o'er all, thy Life and Fortunes.  Alur. 
I still confess it, Sir.  Erkin. 
'Tis well, Canst thou guess then, why my love extends itself so lineally towards thee? Thou know'st that even from death I have advanced thee close to myself, and trust thee with my secrets, and one above the rest, requires thy aid, thy subtle and quick brain can better forge matter of fair discourse than mine can be, The bright Elgina thou must court for me. In Peace and War she has been still my aim, for her the tedious night I do beguile, with serious thoughts of her divinity, and watching till the midnight Chimes be past, have waked again before the Village Cock had called the ploughman to his early labour.  
Go plead my love, yet ere thou go, here swear  
( Yet I with love will win thee, not with fear)  
Never to injure me in this disguise, Nor with Icarian wing to soar too high.  Alur. 
I were a villain to betray your trust, being so meritless of your great favours, and therefore vow by all that man may swear by, I'll be as true to you in this employment, as truth is to the just.  Erk, 
Thou hast said enough, I leave it to thy tr●st— Go, return and make me happy, there's gold, spend freely.  Exit. Alu. 
Fortune I see thou now art blind, and foolish, and without aim directest thy giddy shafts, these gifts thou givest to me, which I despise, what physic h●lps a man just as he dies? 'tis England's peace that I would live to Court, but she is fled, and I a captive Prince, slave to my mortal foes, till time release me, that once I may regret my English friends, which long ere this, I know have wished my presence, to join our forces for our country's freedom. Enter Elgina. But here she comes whom I must plead for love; my faith is past, and were she beauty's Queen, and half the world her dowry, I wooed not wrong  
The trust I have received, I'll court her for him,  
And plead my Master's love, though she abhor him.  Elg. 
Who's there, Eldred?  Alu. 
Your pardon beauteous Princess, I must woo you.  Elg. 
But i'll prevent you sir, for i'll woo you.  Alu. 
For noble Erkinwald my warlike Master. All love from him.  Elg. 
Is nothing like to thee,  
That conquerest love, and Cupid's Deity.  Alu. 
You do amaze me Lady.  Elg. 
Be not afraid,  
But tell me boldly, could you love a Maid  
That for thy sake wooed be a precedent, and teach all women a new way to win the often wished desires of stubborn me●? In me you shall observe patience and duty, tender care, and fear; by thy bright eyes, I'll teach the constant Turtle truer love, and make the Nuns at Vesta's Altar swea●,  
The Virgin state is not so strict to move  
As the obsequious life▪ you lead in love.  
And cannot you yet say, you mean to love me.  Alu. 
Beshrew me Madam but you tempt me shrewdly, pray give me leave to think upon't—. Ha! my vow's not broke yet; for I woo not her, that was my oath sure, and I think there's no man that can withstand the wooing of a woman. Fond fool, how quickly youth and blood transform?  Elg. 
Come, What's your answer?  Alu. 
Dearest Lady, There is but one thing in the world that hates me, and you have brought it with you.  Elg. 
O me! what should it be?  Alu. 
Forgive my rashness, 'tis a thing within you, not you, that charms me from you.  Elg. 
Be it my heart, i'll pull it out, so thou wilt love me.  Alu. 
O gracious Princess, 'tis your Royal blood, so near allied i●to the great Canutus  
Keeps me at distance, were our states made even  
My love should be as strong as zeal to H●aven.  
Therefore Imperial Maid—  Elg. 
No more, if that be all, we will dispense with greatness, use me like one that loves you, I'll Invent a plot that shall in short secure us both; I crave but this, that thou be true of faith: For by my life I love thee.  Alu. 
And( gracious Princess) since now I see your passions are unfeigned, I vow not only to requite your love, but with affected and sincere intents to crown your wishes, though it work my ruin.  Elg. 
Our faiths and hearts are one then, Cupid's wings,  
Can crown mean births, with joy, make slaves of Kings  
Knew Erkinwald my heart, he'd change with thee,  
And be thy slave to have command o'er me.  Lend me thine ear in private. Enter Erkinwald. Erk. 
At it so close? I'll hear their conference, win her, and gain thy Freedom, Love and honour. Ha! That kiss( bold slave) past thy Commission; Death and the Devil, she kisseth him too. O fond Erkinwald be blind and do not see them; thy office was to speak, but not, for thyself.  Alu. 
Nature's Divinity is in thy looks, and he an Atheist sees thee, and not loves. Should Erkinwald now see it, I wooed love thee, tho for each kiss I had a several torture, ten deaths for thy enjoying were my Bliss.  Elg. 
So high I pr●ze thee, by this virgin's kiss.  Erk. 
Yet you make shift to reach him with your lips; Degenerate Princess, I suspect thy birth: Yet well mayst thou be Sister to thy Brother, For Great Canutus blood runs low as t●ine, and Love-sick doa●eth on an English Nun.  Alu. 
Then you resolve to ●ly?  Elg. 
Heaven knows I do.  Erk. 
Here's one will stop your Journey. Thunder part ye, slave.  Elg. 
Ha, O me unfortunate!  Alu, 
Tush, fear not Madam. See here I stand my Lord.  Erk. 
A perjured Villain.  Alu. 
That tongue lies that speaks it— Hea● me, I courted for thee with my best of speech, and showed my faith as firm as Adamant, till fate that rules all love, ore-ruled her so, that she became a suitor for my love,  
And on my worthless self her smiles hath thrown;  
My tongue was yours, but my consent mine ow●.  Erk. 
I'll have that heart she loves— hold eyes from weeping.  Elg. 
But I shall hate that heart if in thy keeping.  
Sheath up thy sword, and hear me Elkinwald, what shall I give thee to renounce my love?  Erk. 
As much as thou wouldst give t' attain Elysium should not avert my love from these fair eyes, Jove's thunder, or eternal miseries shall never so transform me.  Elg. 
Yet I cannot love thee.  Erk. 
But i'll remove the cause of that. Villain, thou hast seen our slaves die, when their Lords have laughed, Come, run on my weapon, this is Princely favour,  
For greater tortures do attend on thee,  
But we'll be merciful in Tyranny.  Elg. 
See, on the Earth, thy sovereign's Sister knelt, to beg thy pity.  Erk. 
There's nothing but thy love can purchase it.  Elg. 
Yet have mercy, the fault in love was thine, thou didst betray me when thou letest me see him; and Villain thou, if thou but touch his life, the Great Canutus shall revenge my wrongs,  
For after him Elgina will not live;  
Bethink thee then, O yet some pity give!  Alu. 
Do not debase yourself, for my poor life,  
I dare his worst, my love is constant still,  
More resolute to die, than thou to kill.  Erk. 
'tis worthy praise, then see, behold thy death.  Alu. 
With open eyes, as I wooed view her state,  
And like a man thus I pursue my fate.  ( They fight, Elgina goes between, Erkinwald kills her.) Elg. 
Hold, hold. O I am slain, farewell dear friend, the loss of thee is Tyranny in d●ath  
And death a dream, so thou but close mine eyes.  
Chaste love is born in Heaven, and never dies.  Erk. 
Amazement to my soul, O my Elgina! O I am most accurs●! 'twas this hand struck thee.  Alu. 
For which I'll be revenged; thus Heaven is just.  Kills him. Erk. 
Base Villain thou hast slain me.  Alu. 
'Tis thy fate, farewell.  
Oh pure, unspotted Maid, unhappy Princess,  
This hand shall keep thy will and close thine eyes,  
Let thy soul joy, for here thy Murderer lies  
Dead at my foot, and I with thee could die,  
Were my poor Country free from misery.  
War calls me to the field. O my Elgina. autumn is on thy ch●eks, the  
Rose is withered, and thou lookest like the alabaster statue,  
Upon thy lips I print this parting kiss,  
And flying from thee, leave all earthly bliss.  Exit. Enter Harrold, Osrick, and Captains. Har. 
Osrick, we hear the Duke of Thatford raiseth men in Norfolk.  Osr. 
All England sure, I think will mutiny, if 〈◊〉 the King neglect his hopeful Conquest, by doting on a woman's lustful Beauty.  Har. 
Never was man in love bewitched like him, he will not suffer speech or any counsel that may dissuade from her; he bars his fight from any but the Nun, and his loo●e Panders. Ha! what sight is this? Duke Erkinwald and the Princess murdered, this sight wo●d sad even Tyranny itself, draw tears from tigers, and make wonder dumb.  
Oh Great Canutus what por●ents are thes●  
This heavy curse lights on thy lust and ease.  
Thy sister, and thy best of friends are slain,  
And safety now is frighted from thy Throne.  
Convey this spectacle of grief aside, and let a guard pursue the m●●derer.  
I'll hie me to the King, and there relate  
Their deaths, his lust, both guided by strong fate.  Exeunt. Banquet. Enter K. Canutus. Can. 
She is an Angel in the shape of woman, chaster than Diana, colder than Freezland snow, and yet she burns me; if I miss her now, my death must be the period of my love; Go, let those Jewels, Cates, perfumes and music, be all produced together in one sense.  
Unite all raptures, let's have nothing s●ant,  
That she may taste at once, what all Queen's want.  Music. 
Strike heavenly music, with a tuneful measure,  
And with thy raptures swell her blood and pleasure.  Enter Cartesmunda and Osrick. 
The star appears, welcome dear soul, to make our joys more full, fit to this Banquet, Great Queen of my heart, and fully joy thy senses in each part.  Cart. 
My senses are entranced, or do I dream;  
O let me back return to hide my shame.  Can. 
O stay divinest soul, hear me but speak.  Cart. 
O I have lost my sense with these enchantments; I am I know not how, for all my powers are useless, but mine eyes to weep.  Can. 
Make not the earth proud to receive thy tears, lest being subject unto me her King, I force her to restore again those pearls, more rich than all the Jewels of our Crown, so high I prize thy tears, yet thee 'bove all.  Cart. 
I am your Servant, Prisoner, Vassal, worse.  Can. 
Thine eyes upon my freedom laid that curse.  
If thou be'st mine, I do command thy love;  
Where Kings of Subjects beg, let pity move.  Cart. 
How can so great a King, be weakness slave?  Can. 
In doting of those joys I near shall have.  Cart. 
Men that lust women once, no more endure 'em,  
In health they loathe the physic that did cure 'em.  Can. 
When I neglect thy love, or touch thy life, may all my battles prove unfortunate, and I lose all the conquering Danes have got, and end my days with shame and inward grief.  Cart. 
Your words be registered, with hands divine,  
O keep your vow( great Prince) for I break mine.  
I blush to say, I yield, I'm wholly yours, a spotless Virgin now is in your power, and as you mildly courted, so this kiss confirms me to you.  Can. 
And my soul to thee.  
Never did man meet more felicity.  
Run Vassals run, prepare all sweet delight  
For Cartesmunda sleeps with me to night.  Enter Harrolld. 
England shall sleep in peace, for all my force  
On Cartesmunda's love shall now be spent,  
Thy Arms shall be my Arms, thy Bed my Tent.  Har. 
Defend me Heaven, how is this King transformed? my news is not so sad, as is this sight.  Can. 
Whose there? Harrolld? what news?  Har. 
The English Princes( mighty Sovereign) seeing your Highness thus forsake the field, threaten fresh war, and England will be lost.  Can. 
But Cartesmunda won, In thee we have all good that England holds,  
All Conquest in these Arms Canutus folds.  
Hast more to say?  Har. 
Yes, but with grief( my Lord) The fair Elgina, your beauteous ●ister, and that only one that made her Sex admired, is slain, great King.  Canut. 
Give me this Bracel●t, I have begged it long.  Har. 
And noble Erkinwald lies murdered too.  Can. 
Why now thou'rt my pretty one, Come, kiss thy Canutus.  Har. 
Had you( my Lord) as I, beheld that sight, the Tyranny of death had sure amazed you.  Can. 
What does he talk on?  Car. 
Do you not mark, my Lord; he says, Your Sister's dead.  Can. 
Let her be buried then: Remove out of mine eye, thou fright'st my love. Some music there: Come Cartesmunda kiss me: Go bid our soldiers hang their Arms up; Fold up our Ensigns, and unbrace our Drums, England is conquered, all our Wars are done, and all in this, that Cartesmunda's won.—  Exeunt. Manet Har. Har. 
O strange enchantment, the sad news I brought, Though now regardless, whilom would have made his eyes start from their orbs to hear of it: O fair Elgina! happy now thou'rt dead, and dost not live to see thy brother's folly. This is not now Canutus, nor his Palace, but rather seems a Roman Theatre, and this young N●ro acting Comedies, with some light Strumpet in bold scenes of Lust; This change with wonder I behold, and see  
That love is powerfulo're inferior things,  
When thus to baseness it transforms great Kings.  Exit.  

Act. III.  Enter Grim and Colliers with Baskets and Sacks. Grim. 
Come Bullies, fetch more Coals, and aboard with 'em lustily, show yourselves Newcastle-men, not proud, but honest and humble, and such as do not scorn to carry Coals.  1 Col. 
I warrant you Mr. Grim, We●'l send'em going, Newcastle Coals are Here●icks, and must be burnt at London.  Exeunt Colliers. Grim. 
You say well, we'll put'em to water first, and then let'em put fire in their tails afterward.  Enter Randolph. Rand. 
Well said Grim, I see thou art not idle.  Grim. 
No Master, I am bailie of your coalpits, and your Worships Benefactor: I will do what lies in a true serva●t; Seven hundred 〈◊〉 Indians, or Newcastle colliers, your Worship keeps daily to dive for Treasure five hundred fathom deep for you, and as they bring it up, I'll send it out to your profit, Sir.  Rand. 
'Tis well done Grim, thy gains will one day be a Gentleman.  Grim. 
A Gentleman? Nay I hope one day to purchase a Lordship, and all my colliers under me shall be Ladies, for I'll maintain'em with black Masks on their faces already; but do you hear Master? I hear there is some disadvantage towards us, and it behoves us to look to't, they say there are a new sort of Colliers crept up near London, at a place called Croyden, that have found out a way by scorching of wood to make Charcoals, and '●is to be feared this may hinder our traffic Master.  Rand. 
How? To make Coals of wood, art sure 'tis so?  Grim. 
Most certain Sir, but never fear it Master, Newcastle Coals shall conquer Croyden, we can give a cauldron of Sea-coals for a sack of Char-coals.  Rand: 
Thou sayst well Grim; but I hear my brother's ship's returned with large Advantage, I mean to see him, mean time insist upon ●hy care, good Grim.  Grim. 
O sweet Master, Let me go with you, I'd fain see how Thornton our Needle-merchant has sped, I doubt me, his lambskin is turned to three sheepskins the wrong side outward.  Rand. 
Come, Let's go; but see they come to us.  Enter Goodgift, his Wife, Thornton and George. Good. 
Now brother Randolph how is'● with you Sir?  Rand. 
Glad by the happy tidings of your News Sir; Fame has out-striped the wind that brought your ships, and tells us of a rich and prosperous Voyage: I'll talk with your Factor, Sir, and know your Pur●hase.  Good. 
Do, Do, Mean time I'll talk with Thornton here my honest Merchant of Milan Needles; How hast thou sped in thy Voyage, how didst thou brook the Sea?  Grim. 
I think he was glad to pump overboard; How say you Thornton?  Thorn. 
Tush, Tush, Thou art a freshwater Fellow ( Grim.)  Grim. 
A freshwater Fellow? O disgrace to a Collier! If ever I kill a Whale hand to hand, it shall be thee.  Good. 
Nay, good Grim.  Grim. 
Mr. Goodgift, I pray pardon me: Shall Grim the collier that has been thus long controller of the coalpits, chief Sergeant of the cellarage, nay the very Demigorgan of the Dungeon, be called a freshwater Fellow?  Good. 
Quietness, I say, we'll have no quarrelling.  Grim. 
I beseech you Sir▪ Let's both be let down into a coal pit five Fathom deep, and he that kills the other, shall be sti●led with a Damp, and so you shall never be troubled to hang, nor bury us.  Good. 
Go to, I say, I'll have ye friends again: Come, shake hands.  Grim. 
Never, unless I may call him, Porpoise, now at single hand, Sir.  Good. 
Ay, I, Thou shalt.  Grim. 
Thou? go thy ways, thou art a Porpoise, and now I am friends with thee.  Good. 
So, So, 'Tis well, and now as I was saying, Thornton, What Voyage hast thou made to benefit thy hopes, your Halfpenny, and your lambskin? My Factor tells me here thou hast been careful and diligent, but to the wealth and greatness you expect, I yet hear nothing.  Wife. 
I marry Husband that's the news I look for; Sir, Come tell us Thornton, How have you bestowed the money that I gave you?  Thorn. 
Faith Mistress, as the rest, my full stock to Sea, you, and my good friends gave, was five shillings, and putting in at Preston for fresh water, I turned it there into six Tun of Iron, one of which Tuns I have already sold unto an Anchor-Smith here in Newcastle for four pound; the rest, if I put off so well, will multiply my stock most richly, Mistress.  Good. 
'Tis well, but far from hope of wealth and Lordships Thornton.  Rand. 
Yet that remultiplied again, good brother, may help his Halfpenny and his lambskin somewhat.  Good. 
Well, well Thornton, thou'rt welcome home however; So art thou George; Go see the ship unl●ded, we'll go before, and view the warehouses.  Fac. 
I shall Sir.  Good. 
Come brother, will you go?  Rand. 
Yes, Sir; You'll quarrel no more, if we leave you together now?  Grim. 
No Sir, I mean to borrow some money of him now.  Rand. 
That's not his way to thrive; Look to him Thornton.  Exeunt. Manent Thorn. Grim. Grim. 
I warrant you Master, we'll agree well enough; Ah sirrah, Mr. Thornton, you have got six Tun of Iron already, you must take heed now that you fall not into some crafty Ironmongers hand to deceive you of your whole stock; Look too't, they are hard dealers that deal in Iron, if you be gulled, remember what Martin said to his man, Whose the Fool now?  Thorn. 
Tush Grim, Look there man, my whole stock lies not in Iron; a little stock I borrowed of my fellow George at Sea, and with it, I have purchased these pearls.  Grim. 
Pearls? Prithee tell me true: Are they Pearls i'faith?  Thorn. 
Pearls? Ay, and precious ones too, I hope.  Grim. 
Ha, ha, good Oyster Pearl, worth twelvepence a pound, I think.  Thorn. 
No matter man, I cannot lose by them howsoever; they cost me little; I have sent for a Goldsmith a purpose to know the certainty.  Enter a Smith. Grim. 
That's well, and in the mean time, here comes your first Chapman: How now good man Iron-fist, Why do you puff and blow so?  Smith. 
O Mr. Thornton, I'm e'en out of breath with seeking you, unless you stand my friend, I shall be undone for ever.  Thorn. 
Why, what's the matter man?  Sm. 
Your Iron, Sir, your Iron, that I bought of you, is not the metal I took it for, 'twill do me no good Sir, there will not a nail be hammered out of it, when I heat it, it melts, and when 'tis cold again, it bends like-lead, and if it lie on my hand, I am undone for ever; I beseech you, Sir, take it again, though I lose ten shillings i'th' price I paid for't.  Thorn. 
Nay, I must not rise by hurt of any man; I'll take't again, and thou shalt lose no penny. I prithee let me see't, Is this a part on't.  Sm. 
Ay, for here's the end of one of the Bars, the poorest piece of Iron I e'er hammered on.  Thor. 
Well, leave this with me, and bear the rest home to my Masters warehouse, thou shalt sustain no loss, thou shalt have thy money.  Sm. 
I thank you Sir, I'll bear it back again, and my wife that yet curseth you most terribly, shall pray for you most horribly.  Thorn. 
This is strange, my great Venture turned to nothing now?  Grim, 
Faith Mr. Thonton, and your pearls prove no better than your Iron, you were best turn Merchant of Lambs-skins again.  Enter Goldsmith. Thorn. 
Well I know the worst on't Grim, see here comes the Goldsmith that I sent for; if my Pearls prove as bad as my Iron, I am quite beggared i'faith,  Gold. 
Now Mr. Thornton what's your business with me?  Thor. 
Your advice in these few pearls sir, and I would know the value of them.  Golds. 
They are fair and round, are they your own sir?  Thorn. 
I'll answer the sail of them.  Gold. 
And have you any more of 'em sir?  Thor. 
Some thirty more, and far more orient than these are too.  Golds. 
I'll give you twenty pound for these two at a venture sir.  Grim. 
You shall have Pearl my dog at that price sir.  Gold. 
What say you Mr. Thornton?  Thorn. 
Twenty pound say y'? there's some hope then towards my halfpenny, I see. Come sir, I'll make a rash bargain, you are my first Ch●pman, and shall have first refusal, both in the price of these and all the rest; and since you give me this good comfort, sir, pray let me trouble you a little further, you have good skill in Metals sir, pray look on this; what metal should this be?  Golds. 
Let me see it sir, I'll tell you presently.  He touches it with a Touchstone. Grim. 
A beastly piece of Iron 'tis, it came new from the Forge, old Iron-fist the Smith has been hammering, but he can do no good on'●.  Thor. 
What think you sir?  Golds. 
Ha! fore Heaven, it touches fair, have you any store of this metal sir?  Thorn. 
Yes sir, six Tun I assure you, I brought it for good Iron, but my small skill has deceived me.  Golds. 
You were well deceived sir, for if the rest▪  
Of your six Tun with th●s in trial stand  
You be now the richest Subject in the Land,  Thor. 
Ha! Gold? Delude me not I beseech you sir, let me believe you plainly. Y'have touched this piece, and this I'll give you to make good your word.  Golds. 
Upon my life I will, 'tis perfect gold, and for this Wedge I will refine it all to its pure lustre, and your infinite profit.  Thorn. 
I make that bargain with you, this piece is yours, and since you give these hopes, I pray conceal it, and meet me at the warehouse, there I'll show you the full six Tun I spoke of, and confer.  Golds. 
I will a●tend you sir, and tell you thus,  
Your For●unes all are rich and wondrous.  Exit. Thor. 
I have a thankful heart to heaven for't, that's my comfort: Why how now fellow Grim, how stand'st thou man?  Grim. 
Six Tun of Gold? O that I durst but embrace you Mr. Thornton!  Thorn. 
Tush man, I prithee do; I'll ne'er foget myself nor thee, I am honest Thornton, and thou honest Grim.  Grim. 
Poor Grim the Collier sir, but I'll never be your worships equal, you shall be triumphant Mr. Thornton, and I poor Grim, your honest friend, and quondam fellow.  Thorn. 
Come, come, no more of this, help me to cast my venture honest Grim: Six tun of gold?  Grim. 
Most right sir.  Thor. 
Three pound an ounce, is threescore pounds a pound.  Grim. 
And that's horrible usury for your worship.  Thor. 
Nay, nay, no worship good Grim, this is heaven's blessing thrown on a poor man's head.  Grim. 
Wooed I were thrown into a Coal-pit with such a blessing on my back.  Thor. 
Nay prithee let's reckon further, three pound an ounce, and threescore a pound, is full sixteen thousand pound a Tun, and doubling that to six times six, comes near to forty hundred thousand pounds, almost four millions.  Grim, 
O Lord sir! is not that better than twenty Milan Needles that your Lordship had wont to sell amongst the Colliers, and when you came to Newcastle, as your writing says, Here did Thornton enter in, with hope, a halfpenny, and a lambskin.  Thor. 
True, true, good Grim, and I shall ne'er forget it.  Grim. 
O that my mother had lapped me in a lambskin the first hour of my begetting, for now I see there is no luck to a lambskin, six Tun of gold at one purchase, and besides all this your Highness does forget the ●earls too.  Thor. 
Nay, nay, no Titles Grim, 'tis all heaven's blessing still.  G●im. 
'tis true sir, and I think your Majesty's the richest man—  Thor. 
Away, away, thou'●t speak Treason anon Grim. The wealth I have I see is in●inite, and be thou secret and conceal a while, and I'll reward thee with large recompense.  Enter Smith. Grim. 
I am your Vassal sir, and will be obedient to your Excellence in all things. But see the foolish Smith is returned to see you.  Thor. 
Prithee be silent. How now honest Smith, hast thou sent home the iron?  Smith. 
O yes sir, I thank Heaven I have rid my hands of it, you have made me a man Mr. Thornton, my house is quiet, my wife silent, I have carried home your leaden iron, return me my silver back again, and my wife and I shall pray for you when you are dead and rotten.  Thor. 
Well sir, withal my heart. I received four pound; Look you sir, there 'tis, all your full sum to a penny.  Smith. 
Sweet Mr. Thornton, shall I not give you four pots for all this kindness? pray sir, 'tis fit I should lose something.  Thor, 
No, no, I'm satisfied.  Grim. 
Do you hear ancient Iron-●ist, the old Smith of Newcastle, I can tell you one thing, if the almanac or Erra-pater be true, you'll hang yourself ere to morrow morning.  Smith. 
How, hang myself!  Thor. 
Nay, prithee Grim, thou wilt discover all anon.  Grim. 
No I warrant you sir, I do it but to work a little profit. Do you hear Smith, what shall I give you for the ashes and rubbish that came off of that old Iron that you refused now?  Smith, 
How? the ashes? marry I mean to sweep 'em out of my shop when I come home i'faith, for fear they infect the rest. What wilt thou do with 'em?  Grim. 
That's all one, Let me have all the ashes and the pieces you broke off that Bar you brought to Mr. Thornton, and I'll give thee five shillings.  Smith. 
Five shillings? I'll not be said to gull you Mr. Grim, but an you'll give me a groat ready money, they're yours.  Grim. 
A bargain: There's your groat.  Smith. 
The ashes, and all the pieces of iron are yours sir.  Grim. 
Bear witness Mr. Thornton, come, I'll go fetch 'em presently, y'●d best make haste, your dismal day's to morrow, you know what I told you, and unless you rid yourself of 'em quickly, you will hang yourself, that's certain.  Exeunt. Manet Thornton. Thorn. 
Ha! Have my hopes o'erta'en me? think on't Thornton, and thank Heaven fo●'●t; here at Newcastle first  
In low estate, did Thornton enter in,  
With hope, a halfpenny, and a lambskin,  
And now my large Accounts, of wealth scarce told,  
I keep possession of six Tun of gold.  
The blessings strange, and I must now resolve  
To tie my vows to my auspicious fate,  
Lest the world curse, and Heaven call me ingra●e;  
To make of this my gold a household God,  
Were mere Idolatry, no'● shall fly abroad:  
Newcastle, to thy good, large sums of love  
My promise oweth, which i'll pay, and prove,  
To grace thy fame, I'll beautify thy ground,  
And build a wall that shall embrace thee round.  Exit. Music. Enter Cartesmunda, and discovereth Canutus asleep, Attendants, Osrick. Car. 
That music is too loud, tread softly sirs; How sweetly in his sleep Can●●us looks? I'll not envy thee Juno, keep thy Jove, here lies the soul of Cartesmunda's love. Now by this kiss Canutus I do love thee, thou needst not dream it, fie, fie, sluggard fie, beshrew the God of dreams, what, did he fright thee? Or art thou fighting of some battle now, wherein thou seest me taken prisoner, and start'st with fear of that? There's nothing else that could affright thee, though it came like thunder, for thou wert made for arms, and for these Arms; and yet thy sword Canutus did not win me. I saw these eyes, when I refused to love thee, begin to lose their splendour, and in tears drown their neglected brightness. I have seen this face half dead when I have frowned upon't, and with my smiles life has returned again; go, go, you wanton, by this kiss I'll beat you.  Can. 
How now sweetheart?  Car. 
Art thou awake my Love? then I am well.  Can. 
Well Cartesmunda, sleep, and I will watch as careful as the tender pelican stands by her tender young; give me a kiss potent as Bacchus to raise appetite, and le●'s go sleep together, if I get a Boy upon thy youth, he shall be King, and half the world shall be his Dower. Knocks within. Whose that knocks so rudely for his death? hath not the slave described the noise?  Enter Hoffman. Hof. Osr. 
It is Duke Harrolld, sir, entreats access.  Can. 
He does not choose his time well. Let him in.  Enter Harrolld. Osr. 
The King is angry sir.  Har. 
Angry, sayst thou? holy Saints defend us,' has foes enough to vent his spleen upon, and not to shroud himself thus from his friends. Most mighty Prince.  Can. 
Rise Harrolld, ●e could chide you; But go on.  Har. 
Pardon( my speech my Lord) it is my duty, and I must needs make bold to tell your Highness, you're no soldier but a Love-sick Prince, And while you dally out your days in love, the English all are raising head against you, the Ga●risons that kept Northumberland are chased as far as York, two thousand Danes, died in that bloody slaughter. And now again those warlike Princes all their Forces join, and seek you forth.  Can. 
Fetch me some wine, we'll drink to all their deaths that dare disturb us; Cartesmunda, thou shalt sweetly pledge me, come faster slave.  Dance. 
Thus in this wine we'll wash away all care,  
My pleasures and my conquest all are here.  
Come pledge me sweet.  Har. 
The Duke of Thetford's Forces raised in Norfolk, have quite expulsed the Danes, the English Nobles bound to your State by conquest and by oath, forsake Allegiance, and with sound of Drums proclaim Prince Alured the English King.  Can. 
Ho, ha, ha.  Cart. 
Why laughs my Love?  Can. 
To see thee pledge me such a hearty draught.  Har. 
You see my Lord he's careless, and neither minds us nor his persons safety.  Osr. 
Most Royal sir, what order for your forces?  Can. 
Let's have some music strait; Come Cartesmunda wee●l dance out half this day, and that being done, we will retire ourselves and sleep again. Why, when ye slaves? do your souls sleep within you? here's good music.  Dance. Har. 
So was the warlike Drum and Trumpet once, great Hardiknute the glory of the Danes. Thy Son plays now the King.  Enter a Captain Capt. 
Hail mighty King.  Can. 
Thunder to thee; Foot can we not be private?  Capt. 
Alas my liege my news is of importance.  Can. 
So is my pleasure slave, avoid our presence, thou and the rest that come to fill our ears with tumults and with bloody Massacres, frighting m● heavenly Love, for whose sweet sake let men fall thicker than the chequered leaves, the stern winds rend and ravish from the tree●, when yellow autumn turns them into gold.  Flourish. 
Be gone, come Cartesmunda let's retire,  
We will not stir were all the world on fire.  Osr. 
Is this the end of all our former conquests? to be reconquered now with wine and women?  Har. 
Ay, this is she that bears so high a stroke, we dare not shake our heads for fear we loose 'em; if she but dreams a dream that not del●ghts her, next morning there are some are sure to bleed for't, whose lot so ere it be.  Osr. 
Wooed it were mine, my Lords, so she could dream, and it would come to pass, the Devil might fetch her.  Har. 
This twelve month sir, he has not touched his armour, nor been i'th' field to cheer his soldiers.  Osr. 
We now must make as great a suit to see him, as if we begged for tips of dignity.  Cap. 
No more, I see your griefs and all our ruins, if we keep sile●t thus. I'll speak to him, and venture life for such a general good, if my plots fail, my tongue shall boldly speak  
To touch his baseness, though I lose my head,  
I'll die, or win him from this strumpet's bed.  
Fear not to second me.  Har. 
Not I, were death assured, I'll first begin,  
A soldier's best fight is to beat down sin.  Enter Canutus and a Guard. Can. 
Double my Guards about her, I will prove  
There's no happiness on earth but love.  Cap. 
Most mighty Prince.  Can. 
Audacious traitor, wherefore com'st thou to us, did we not charge thee to avoid the presence.  Cap. 
Your Father( Royal Sir) knew me a soldier, and I have fought for you, yet if you please, so I may speak, make me your humble Martyr.  Can. 
Slave what wouldst thou say?  Cap. 
That which my life shall prove  
Y'ave lost your conquest in a woman's love.  
Could you untie the vail Cupid has bound about your eyes and forehead, you wooed find she were not all so fair as you esteem her, Nature was never so impartial to give to one to rob a million, arm but yourself and lead your soldiers forth to win another City, you shall find her beauty far out-striped, sacred liege, if like a young man you take counsel ill,  
Destroy me quickly, it shall be my fame  
I died to win you from a strumpet's shame.  Can. 
Thou'st spoke enough to damn thee, Impudent traitor, go die unpit●ied; Though thou hast my hate▪ thou shalt not have the honour of my sword o take away thy l●fe, you of our Guard; See a base death performed upon this Slave.  Capt. 
Farewell my liege you once must have a grave.  Exit with Guard. Har. 
My Resolution's firm, and I will speak, though hell should gape to swallow me alive; What's he chat 's gone to death my Sovereign?  Can. 
A traitor ( Harrolld) to my best content.  Har. 
O pardon sir, your rage has lost a man of more true worth than all this Nation; He was not of that strain of Counsellors, that like a tust of Rushes in a Brook, bends every way the current turns itself, yielding to every puff of Appetite that comes from Majesty, but with true zeal he faithfully declared the grief of all: Pardon me( great Canutus) I must speak, and let thy subject on his knee entreat, the Kingly Lion yet to rouse his strength,  
And chase those English that do only wound,  
Because out Rescuer will not be found.  Can. 
Fond man, how dar'st thou check our Appetite: Hast thou forgot, our frown can strike thee dead.  Har. 
I know't, and willingly lay down my head;  
For 'tis more honour by thy wrath to die,  
Then living to behold thy misery,  
Which sure is coming on.  Can. 
Let it make haste. we'll beat it back with our triumphant host.  Har. 
You cannot, till you beat that wanton hence; She has b●witch'd your senses( mighty Lord)  
Her Tresses, like to Adamantine Chains,  
Have let all heat but lust out of you veins;  
When she is gone, your valour you'll assume,  
But while she stays, she doth your state consume.  Can. 
No more: Go bid the Captains meet me in the Hall; Tell'em to morrow early we'll come down;  
And in strange kind to all your eyes we'll show  
We can command ourselves as well as you.  Away. Har. 
I'll do your will, and hope for good event.  Exit. Can. 
There is no hell on earth but discontent. I feel my blood grows chill, a sudden qualm in a deep Lethe seems to drown my joys.  Enter Cartes. 
But here comes she, by whom those thoughts are gone,  
Earth's happiness, as whose creation  
Nature spent all her stock: Welcome my love to make our joys full, Go adorn thyself in all the richest gems my Coffers yields; Wear all the Jewels purchased with my crown, and outshine Diana in a Robe of stars.  Cart. 
For what, my Lord?  Can. 
To please mine eyes, and make all men admire thy radiancy.  
Thy Beauty shall outbrave the glorious Sun,  Flourish. 
Somewhat canued must do to be talked on.  Exeunt. Enter Mr. Randolph, and his Sister in Mourning. Rand. 
Fie Sister, weep no more, 'tis time to lay by grief, and with the death of your late husband, now bury your sorrows.  Wife. 
Should I forget so soon so good a husband?  Rand. 
His goodness was your good, your late dead husband has left you rich, and full Executrix to be over-seen by Mr. Thornton, whose care I cannot pass without some note; For though his wealth be raised to Infinites, he not forgets a servant's love.  Wife. 
Alas good brother, I have wooed him from it.  Rand. 
How Sister have you wooed him?  Wife. 
Ay, from civility, Methinks 'tis unmannerly in me, to see a man so much in state the better, to be so like a servant to me; I tell you I have wooed him from it.  Rand. 
I think 'twere better far he wooed you Sister.  Wife. 
Wooed me? For what?  Rand. 
For Love Sister.  Wife. 
O ●ie, good Brother: The very word would wrong my husband's grave.  Rand. 
Tush, a woman's Sorrow, has been in black to day, in green to morrow.  Wife. 
Ay, but I am none of those: No, no, I'll never marry.  Rand. 
Come, you are foolish, think upon him, Sister, he's rich man, I tell you. he's now the wealthest subject England hath.  Wife. 
O but my Husband!  Rand. 
Which of 'em? he that's gone, or this to come? Think of Mr. Thornton.  Wife. 
Alas, I am not his equal:  Rand. 
Tush you were once his Better, he's humble still.  Wife. 
Well, I'll speak no more on't.  Rand. 
Well, think on't then.  Wife. 
hay, ho, he's a very honest man truly, and had my husband died but two months ago, I might ha' thought on't.  Rand. 
How fare you Sister?  Wife. 
As a green widow sir; Pray if you see Mr. Thornton, say I'd speak with him.  Enter Thornton and a Workman. Rand. 
Are you there i'faith Sister; See, he's here already.  Thorn. 
Spare for no cost, and ply the Workmen hard, I'll pay'em all, they shall not want for money; have you ta'en the compass of the Wall?  Work. 
We have, to a foot sir.  Thorn. 
How many Towers of strength may be erected, dividing each distance by a hundred pace●.  Work. 
'Tis cast already, and the compass falls,  
A hundred fourscore Towers to grace the Walls.  Thorn. 
How high de'you raise the Walls?  Work. 
As you directed sir, full a hundred foot.  Thorn. 
Right, and twelve in bread●h.  Work. 
Just so sir, 'twill be a pleasant walk to view the Town:  Thorn. 
So I wooed have it; And therefore from the highest erect a Battlement above the Platform four foot high a'both sides, both to secure, and make the place more pleasant; See it raised so.  Work▪ 
I shall sir.  Wife. 
O my dear Husband!  Thorn. 
Why, how now Mistress?  Wife. 
O Mr. Thornton, I never see you, but I think of a good husband.  Rand. 
I marry Sister, that's a pretty cast.  Thorn. 
Your pardon I beseech you gentle Mistress; Your Factor and myself have summed your state, and find it cl●erly, all your debts discharged, in complete value fifteen thousand pound.  Rand. 
Ha, ha, Sister, a good Dowry to get a new husband, trust me.  Wife. 
No, no, I'll ne'er marry again; I'll even follow Mr. Thorntons' rule, you see he lives a bachelor.  Rand. 
Sir, Methinks 'twere good you took a wife, and so leave your own to your own posterity.  Thorn. 
In all, I'll take my Mistress counsel: Pray resolve me, Had I, a mind to marry, which in your judgement were the sitter, a Maid, or Widow?  Wife. 
Truly, I think a Widow sir, you may imagine, I may speak somewhat inmine own Flattery; but alas, 'tis a state I shall not change!  
'Tis for your good, I speak in love, no hate,  
A Widow sir, will best secure your state.  Thorn. 
You counsel well Mistress, and I'll think on't.  Wife. 
The sooner the better too, I can assure you; you'll find much comfort in't, you may elect some young green thing out of a maiden choice, that may be fury and froward, she may please your eye a little, and other parts about you, but vex your heart, and be a gulf to swallow your estate; If you'll deal wisely( as I hope you will) take me a Widow, that knows how and what to do, that has been seasoned in a husband's usage, and one that will obey as you shall honour:  
He that will quietly lay down his head,  
Let him contract a Widow to his bed.  
And still I say, take me a Widow, sir.  Rand. 
Why, you say honestly Sister; Do you understand her sir; she bids you take her a Widow.  Wife. 
You are merry Brother.  Thorn. 
Nay you said so Mistress, speak't again then, for by my Faith, were't not for two things Mistress, I'd come a wooing to you.  Rand. 
Two things? Why three things shall not hinder it; What are they?  Thorn. 
My first fear is, the marriage of so much wealth as ours compounded, would choke all content, and with the superflux change all to cares.  Rand. 
You take good course for that already, sir, your charitable works so well begun, will help to disperse the o'er-plus freely.  Thorn. 
You have removed that well, the other is, that the remembrance of my poor estate, which is so publicly proclaimed to all men, might make my wealthy Mistress here disdain me.  Wife. 
Nay, that's your glory, sir, and cannot be accounted as your shame.  Rand. 
Why lafoy sir, she has helped that herself now.  Thorn. 
I'faith, say then Mistress( I am a bad Wooer, 'tis my beginning) shall it be a match?  Wife. 
I cannot so forget my late lost husband.  Rand. 
Why, this repairs your losses, Sister, you lost a good one, and find his equal with a wealthy purchase.  Thor. 
Put me in hope that I may once enjoy you.  Wife. 
I will not marry, sir, these seven years, trust me.  Rand. 
How? this seven years' Sister▪ fie upon't, we may be all dead and rotten six years before it; come, come, speak in compass sister.  Wife, 
Truly Brother under half a year I won't here on't.  Rand. 
I marry sir, that was well bated. Speak again Sister, and let it be a fortnight.  Wife. 
A fortnight? no, no, not this month, believe me.  Ran. 
Away, away, a months too long, hark you sister, we'll clap it up privately to night, and the Town shall not know on't till a month hence.  Wife. 
To night? O fie upon'●! an you love me Brother let it not be till to morrow morning, I beseech you, for the speech of people.  Ran. 
Afraid of wind? tush let it vanish Sister, I say he shall marry thee to night.  Thor. 
Let it be so, and here's an earnest Mistress.  Kiss. Wife. 
Alas I kiss coldly in a morning Gown sir,  Thor. 
Tush it shall off; we'll marry, then to bed, Wooing is idle, better to be sped.  Wife. 
Use your own will sir.  Ran. 
Why, so, 'tis as it should be now; embrace him sister,  
And live in love and wealth, 'bove all admired,  
Here's seven years quickly in an hour expired.  Exeunt.  

ACT. 4.  Enter King of Scots, Alured, Malcome, Edmond, and Captains, Drums and Colours. K. 
Thus far triumphantly with good success, my Princely friends we have together Marched, and from the North parts quite dispersed the Danes, alone the City York holds firm again, whose buildings we will level with the earth, unless they suddenly yield up the City; give your advice most Princely Alured, on your fair quarrel all our Fates depend.  Alu. 
Your Highness has been fruitful in your love, bringing the best that Scotland can afford, in honourable arms to right our wrong, let's forward then, and dare 'em to the Gates our horses hoofs shall furrow up their Land, and sow the fields with blood instead of corn.  1 Cap. 
Spoke like the Brother of dead Etheldred, summon 'em to the Wals. Drums beat a parley.  Enter Above, Harrold, and soldiers. Har. 
The meaning of this parley.  King. 
Danes ye see all hope of Conquest has forsaken you quite, Two thousand of your stoutest soldiers are fallen already by our conquering swords, if ye will yield affirm it, if not death shall in his meager fury through your Host, revel and catch your jubilee. Then tell us, do you resolve to fight it out or fly.  Mal. 
Or stay and have your throats cut in the fight?  Edm. 
Or leap the walls, and break your necks before us?  Mal. 
Resolve so quickly, and save us a labour.  Har. 
Yes, with immediate speed, set opo the gates  
And like a torrent on their heads we'll fall,  
The Field and Air shall be their burial.  King. 
If there we fall, our fame outlasts times date  
On to the field, blessed with propitious fate.  Exeunt. Alarm, Excursions. Enter King, Alured, Malcome, Edmond, Captains. K. 
All earthly honours are thine own, fair Prince, and Heaven fights in thy cause, the Cities taken.  Alu. 
The Danes are all expulsed and fled for safety.  Edm. 
The Danes are fled from danger, not from shame  
That still pursues 'em wheresoever they fly  
And on their Tombs shall live eternally.  Mal. 
Let's seek the Love-sick King Canutus forth,  
And in one battle try his valour's worth.  Alu. 
That's our intent most noble Malcome, but we must war securely, all their strength will now be band●ed to oppose our coming, and therefore whilst you here refresh your Army, Duke Edmond and myself will try our friends, and in these North parts gather up new Forces to aid us against all Danish stratagems.  King. 
We like it well, assist us gracious Fate,  
To seat a true Prince in his Royal State.  Exeunt. Enter Thornton, Wife, Randolf, the Partners, Workmen, and George, with the table of the writing in golden Letters, and Grims Speech. Part. 
Y'ave stolen a wealthy marriage Mr. Thornton unwar●● to all the Town, but we are glad we are so well deceived.  Thor. 
Faith Gentlemen, it was not to abridge the Nuptial Feast, for that shall have his full Solemnity, but from some private causes of my Mistress.  
Whose power retains all former duty from me,  
And as a Servant still she shall command me.  Wife. 
Not so sir, I resign that title now, myself and state are only by your power to be disposed and swayed.  Rand. 
Ay, well said sister: This match was richly made, with liking and with joy to all the Country. And Brother Thornton( so I'll call you now) I came prepared to give you fit surrender of the last Bargain which you purchased of me.  Thor. 
Your Coal-pits and your Servants Brother Randolf.  Rand. 
Yes sir, and look you, this is the Orator must speak for all, in his mouth they have put the Law and willingness they have to serve.  Enter Grim. Thor. 
Who honest Grim?  Grim. 
Yes sir, and I am the Prologue to the Play,  
And for them all I have to say.  
Seven hundred men in sable wise,  
From forth the Coal-pits shall arise,  
Not melting men made out of wax,  
But such as use Spade and Pick-ax.  
Who when you bid 'em use their skills  
Shall make a Dale of Mauburn hills,  
Then raise a Mount as high as Poles  
And turn it strait to burning coals.  Thor. 
This speech I think was penned on purpose.  Grim. 
I speak deep things, some sir, of 50 fathom deep, I do it de profoundis, and no disparagement to the Author, that which I have spoken was in as  
Good rhyme as ent'ring in,  
With hope, a halfpenny, and a lambskin.  Thor. 
Ha, ha, thou hitest me there i'faith.  Grim, 
I give you a taste sir, how you shall find me here, and as for my seven hundred fellowers they are honest Tartarians, and whosoever deals with 'em shall find them grim fellows I assure you.  Thor. 
Grim thou wert always honest, and on my word thy love shall have reward.  Bailie. 
Sir, all your works, both finished and in●ended, are pious, holy, and religious.  Part. 
And in the goodness if you still persever  
You build yourself a house in Heaven for ever.  Thor. 
Heaven have the praise of all, and look ye Gentlemen. Reach me the Table George, I have here repai●'st the copy of my first arrival here, which yet hangs up ensculpted on a tileshard; but now 'tis rectified in golden Letters, with the same phrase still, only thus altered, Here at this West-gate first, came Thornton in  Grim. 
With hope, a half penny, and a lambskin.  
I remember that still sir.  Georg. 
How now Grim, are you so saucy Sirrah?  Thor. 
'Tis well done Grim, I'd ha'● remembered ever, go place it o'er the gate that all may view it, and witness these great blessings heaven has sent. The reason why I urge this Register,  
To have my memory thus kept in store,  
Is not my wealth, but to record me poor.  
Go see it done.  Ex. Workmen, George George. 
For ever may it stand to your renown.  Part. 
And all succeeding fame,  
While this Town stands still honour Thorntons' name.  Thorn. 
Amidst these poor endeavours of my love, my careful Master must not be forgot, wh●se Heir I am become, and for his sake, I will re-edify All-hallows Church, where in the peaceful bed of death he sleeps, and build a Tomb for him cut out in Touchstone, which in our Persian Voyage was returned, from whence my golden Mineral arrived.  Grim. 
In the likeness of old iron sir.  Thorn. 
Ay, thou sayst true Grim.  Grim. 
I have wondered a thousand times old Iron-fist the Smith did not hang himself for refusing the first Tun of it, a whoreson Coxcomb.  Wife. 
They say you got somewhat by it Grim.  Grim. 
Alas Mistress, a few chips or so, some ten pounds worth for a groat, I think I bought on him,  Shout, Rand. 
How now, what mean these shouts?  Grim. 
I think there's some Match at football towards, the Colliers against the whole Country cut, and long tail.  Enter George Thor. 
What's the News good George?  George▪ 
Prince Alured and Edmond Duke of Thetford are newly lighted, and desire to speak with the Town Magistrates.  Thor. 
We shall with joy receive him as our Prince, and wish he had as free possession of this whole Kingdom, as this Town shall give him.  Enter Alured and Edmond. All, 
See where he comes; All duty to your Highness.  Alu. 
Rise Gentlemen, we have your hearts, forbear your knees, your true Allegaince hath proclaimed itself that never yielded yet to foreign sceptre, you have fortified your walls against all invasions  
And in that circuit gloriously she stands  
With kind embraces to enfold your friends.  Thor. 
Our Town, ourselves, our lives are all your homigers, as the most lawful and indubitate Heir,  
To our late Sovereign Lord, and to your Throne.  
We fall as Subjects, you we know our own.  Alu. 
My best of thanks is due to my best friends. Which is the man amongst ye Gentlemen that bears the name of Thornton?  Thor. 
Your Subject and your Servant, Royal sir.  Alu. 
Let me embrace you sir, and tell you this, your goodness speaks you nobly: England is famed in this fair Town, much honoured by your virtues. Our country's conquest by these Danish wars  
Have not such blazon from our shame exhaled,  
As these your good deeds now have countervailed.  Thor. 
I can do nothing but my duty sir.  Alu. 
'Tis worthy praise in all, and trust me Gentlemen, we have good hope to see a happy day, and once again make England singular, Free in herself and Princes. I came now with my best horsemanship from the Scotch Army, whose Royal King in Neighbor amity, is armed in my just cause, has past the Tweed with prosperous forage through Northumberland, all Holds and Castles taken by the Danes restore themselves to his subjection in our behalf. The City York is won, from whence I came.  Ed. 
And whilst we forage thus, their King Canutus, doting on the beauties of Cartesmunda Nun of Winchester,  
Of his estate so careless now is grown,  
He I put no arms but Cartesmunda's on.  Thor. 
Go forward noble Princes, your work's good, and to encourage it, ten thousand pounds I'll lend your grace to levy soldiers, which if you never pay, I'll never ask, and for my own employment to your aid, I'll lend( if you will honour me so far) all the full strength Newcastle can afford, I have seven hundred men that call me Master.  Grim. 
Besides Grim the chief controller sir.  Thor. 
Very true sir, and these isle four times double,  
And three months shall their charge be mine alone,  
To back your Right and seat you in your Throne.  Alu. 
Your bounty and your love exceeds all means of p●esident and recompense.  Thor. 
'tis but my duty still, which I'll not slack, go Grim and muster my seven hundred Colliers, to them i'll add two thousand more of our Newcastle strength, and thou shalt be an Officer to conduct 'em.  Grim. 
For a Corporal or so, let me alone with my Squadron, I dare undertake with my seven hundred Colliers in six days, under ground, to march to London, they shall dig their way themselves too.  Rand. 
And know 'tis two hundred miles.  Grim. 
That's nothing, I'll march forty miles a day with 'em at pleasure, there is no Pioneer to be compared to a Collier in his Coal-pit, if you'll have a dozen Cities as we go, undermined and blown up, give but every man a bushel of Apples to his Breakfast, and you shall hear the wind roar and shake the ground like an Earthquake.  Thor. 
Well sir, wee'● try their valours; go George, get armour ready, and Grim, get thou a Drum and Marshal 'em.  Grim. 
If you wooed rake hell and Phlegitan, Acaron and Barrathrum, all those Low Countries cannot yield you such a company. Tara, ra, ra, ra, ra, O brave Master, now for a company of conquering Colliers. Come George.  Exit. Thor. 
Now would it please my liege so far to grace his humble Subjects and their new built Town to take a homely Banquet, we should think 'twere royal neighbourhood to heat our buildings.  Alu. 
We cannot be unkind, though to your hurt, we will dispense with our great haste so long, and then from Banquets unto battles fly; Which Heaven( we hope) will guide successfully.  Exeunt. Enter Harrolld, Huldrick, Osrick, Captains, and Lords of Denmark. Hul. 
Go let our Drums and Trumpets spite of fear, thunder aloud i'th' Air, and tell Canutus, his Captains do attend to speak with him he promised to come down.  Har. 
Yes down tothth' earth.  Hul. 
And in the shameful ruins he prepares with lust, and murder, bury up his name, he's known by nothing but a large defame, the City York for want of aid is lost, and still the foe pursues, if thus we stand to soothe him in this sin, our conquest dies.  
And we in blood must end our victories, god's-foot sound and call him.  Enter Hoffman. Hof. 
Give your attendance Lords, the King is coming.  A flourish, and Drums and Trumpets. Hul. 
'Tis time he should, he has been absent long▪  
And done his honour, fame, and Country wrong,  
How did he take your reprehension Harrolld?  Har. 
It startled him at first, but when with mildness he did appoint this general meeting to us, to what good purpose it inclines I know not.  Osr. 
I hope the best. see here he comes, my Lord.  Flourish. Enter Canutus leading Cartesmunda, richly attired and decked with jewels, Hoffman, and Gentlemen attending. Can. 
Where are our Vassals, attend your charge, and our delight, with all your best of care and diligence, or by those s●ars whose influence made me great; you die in Torments all, let not the Sun extort from her bright rays, to give him lustre( or if enamoured as we know he is) unless the alps have frozen up his Flames.  
Let him not on her smooth front dart his heat,  
No, not for all his glory or arched seat.  Omnes. 
All health and honour to the great Canutus.  Can. 
Rise in our favour, veil thy face my love, we must not have thee seen too much by slaves.  Cap. 
Content, attend the King and his fair love.  Osr. 
Long may she be the Mistress of his youth:  Capt. 
And give him heaven on earth.  Har. 
And hell to boot: 'sdeath shall we flatter thus?  Can: 
So, now you crouch and fawn like daunted Curs that dare not look the Lion in the face; Come Cartesmunda mount Canutus Throne.  Flourish. 
Let me unveil thy face, and tell me now, which of you all that thus have taxed my lightness, cued( if possessed of such a gem as this) less value it than I: What think'st thou Osrick?  Osr. 
I have not seen the like.  Can. 
Nor ever shall, what Nature had in store was given to her,  
And can one crowned with such a heavenly weight,  
Live and forgo this centre of delight.  Hul. 
Let not these vain Affections( Royal Lord) sway you from reason thus.  Can. 
Ha! What is he?  Hul. 
Do you not know me sir? the time has been, when in thy battles Huldrick has been seen knee deep in blood, cutting his way by force, careless of life to free thy Royal person, and does your Mightiness not know me now? Then hear the news I bring to comfort you: The Danes once styled by Names of Conquerors, are now subdued and slain, The King of Scots banded together with the English forces, have late at York o'●ethrown our Garrisons, and now to London march victoriously, defacing all, thy conquered Cities burn;  
And in their falls, the flames do rise so high,  
They seem to light the Tapers of the sky.  
And since fame's Trump which of● hath summoned thee, is not so potent asto draw thee forth, thy honour bids me dare thee to the Field, if thy high spirit be not extinct by Lust: Let's arm ourselves for shame.  Can. 
Traitor, thou hast deserved death ere thou diest; and this thy proud presume shall break thy neck, for chasing our high blood; O love thou art unjust, I feel assaults far sharper in my breast, than all the English Forces, against this wall; now love and honour, with their opposite powers  
Afflicts my soul, and with their virtuous strife,  
Plead for my Love, my honour, Fame, and Life;  
With this man's words, my passions strongly move,  
He for my honour speaks. Honour, but Love  
I am thy Martyr now, and must go on,  
For what is honour but Addition,  
Got in our pride of youth; yet stay Canutus, think of thy wont Fame, go on and conquer. Give me my horse, and I will quickly quell 'um.  Cartes. 
What will Canutus do?  Can. 
O Cartesmunda, with that heavenly voice, already I am changed, stern War remains; Kiss me, and kiss me dead, my best of Loves.  Osr. 
he's changed again.  Hul. 
This strumpet's eye, does sure bewitch him with her Sorcery; I'll not endure this shame.  Enter a Post. Post. 
Where is my Lord?  Can. 
Where thou shalt not be long: What wouldst thou Villain?  Post. 
Arm mighty Prince, we have descried at hand, the Horse and Ensigns of the English Army, trooped with their Leaders like the gods of War, who in bright steel, the fields do stoutly bear.  Can. 
And there seek that which thou vile Dog shalt have; Comest thou to fright my Love?  Kills him. Hul. 
Do not expose a mighty Nation, thus naked, to the Tyranny of Lust, Canutus.  Can. 
Traitor.  Hul. 
As thou art great, be just, Let not ● strumpet's love, work all our ruins; the enemy's at hand, and from thy side; I'll force this painted Whore.  Car. 
Help me Canutus.  Hul. 
What, can you cry?  Can. 
Were't thou Jove's minion, slave, thou thus hadst dy'd  Canutus runs at him, catches her up in his arms, and runs upon his sword. Hul. 
I'll meet it thus,  
And dying so my end is glorious.  Car. 
Oh I am slain!  Hul. 
I have my happy wish then, Welcome death,  
I died ( Canutus) to preserve thy breath.  Dyes. Can. 
Sink down to hell; What has my rashness done?  
O Cartesmunda, stay thy fainting breath,  
Thou still shalt live with me in spite of death:  Car. 
My Fate is come, great King, my vestal Vow, that broken, with my wish is fallen upon me.  
For your fair love I failed my faith with heaven,  
And from your hand my death is justly given.  
Such was my former wish, farewel Canutus.  
And with my fall may thy great Fame arise,  
Poor Cartesmunda, thus untimely dies.  Dyes. Can. 
May all the world die with thee; now I see  
The heavens envy an earthly deity.  Har. 
Brave Huldrick that durst die for Countries good,  
And for our freedom spent thy life and blood.  Canut. 
Ha, sit you weeping there; or has Amazement turned you into stone,  
That like men gasping all Medusia's stand,  
To see my Love thus fall by mine own hand:  
Ourselves will instantly be in the Field, and scourge the English pride and Inhabitants. Sound up our D●um, and call our Troops together, and arm with speed, I'll to the Field, and fight; farewell dear Love, whom I of life bereft, for which unwilling Act, O pardon me;  
Canutus arms, a while shall be thy Tomb,  
Then gold enclose thee till the day of Doom.  Exeunt.  

Act. V.  At one Door, Enter Canutus, Harrolld, Captains, with Drum and Colours. At the other, Malcol, Alured, Edm, Drum, with Colours. Can. 
How harsh these Drums sound now, that once like music, did more delight mine ear than Orpheus Lute▪  
Sweet Cartesmunda's death my senses kill,  
Like one long sick, I relish all things ill.  Enter all the Colliers. Har. 
Courage my Lord, see where the English stand braving your Mightiness: Let's set upon 'em, and never leave till to their mother Earth they pay their lives as Tribute. Now, what says Canutus?  Can. 
That ye all are Rebels.  Om. 
Eng. Rebels?  Alu. 
Stay let him speak it out.  Can. 
An hundred thirteen years, the English Kings have paid to Denmark, and our Ancestry an annual Tribute of ten thousand pounds, which you unjustly and rebelliously detain from me, a lawful successor.  Alur. 
'Tis true Canutus, that the Denmark Kings, so long our native Island hath usurped, and whilst they kept within their Danish bounds, and left us to enjoy our own in peace, we justly paid our homage F●alty. But since your Father Hardiknut● arose, and you succeeding him, neither content with that our Tribute, but would further seek our utter Extirpation, which five and twenty years you have attempted, planting here yourselves in Norfolk, Suffolk, and in Cambridgeshire, erecting Garrison● through all our Kingdom against the Laws of former Articles, we now resolve to spend our Royal blood, and either countervail our former loss, or hazard all we hold, by doubtful battle.  Can. 
That is your answer then?  Omnes. 
Resolvedly for all.  Can. 
Now by the high, and Royal blood of Kings.  Edm. 
Swear by the beauteous Nun of Winchester; you oft have kissed that book.  Can. 
And that one word, has raised more vigour in my active blood, then ere her beauty flamed my Appetite to crop the sweets of Love.  Mal. 
It shall be cooled with better spells than erst her wanton magic could e'er invent to lay thy burning ardour.  All. 
Danes. parley no more Canutus.  Can. 
O Cartesmunda from thy gentle Arms,  
I fly to conquer in Wars rough Alarms.  Exeunt. Al●rm, Excursions. Enter Canutus and Alured. Can. 
Why dost not strike? dost thou not like thy aim? or dost not know me? I am the Danish King, that which all soldiers seek in bloody War, may here be got on me, eternal honour and easily too, for by the powers that made me, my senses are benumbed.  Alur. 
I dare not, nor will take no such Advantage, though I on thee could vent my roughest spleen; pass safe, my Lord, I will not fight with you for your fair sister's sake, whose love was to me so high and potent, that it did attract her Virgin-thoughts to dart Loves joys into me, and for the zeal due to her Memory, keep what I could take from you, Life and honour.  Can. 
I prithee take it, I'll yield it willingly, and, for I see thou art religious in thy love, let me embrace thy breast, and of my Love, bright Cartesmunda Nun of Winchester, I'll tell so sad a Tale.  Alur. 
I cannot stay to hear it, hark great Sir,  
Wars Mu sick summos me, for Elgina's sake,  
I slip the Advantage that Fate bids me take.  Exit. Can. 
O for a Midwife, I am big with grief,  
And fain would be delivered, tho with death.  Alarms. Enter Harrolld, Osrick, Captains, and soldiers. Har. 
See where he stands, secure him soldiers, Never did man so feebly use his sword in such sad times of Terror, O my Lord, can you in all this danger be thus calm?  Os. 
Though you neglect yourself, yet prize your honour, or if not that, yet for your subject's sake, be pleased to reassume your wont valour.  Can. 
Can he be valiant that's without a heart? or can a senseless  
Trunk have sense of Loss?  
Such have you made me, therefore share the gain,  
And to these English leave your Lives and Fame.  All. 
There is no way but Flight.  Can. 
Thank yourselves for't; had Cartesmunda lived, and graced mine Attempts, but with a smile; these English, would as soon take part with those that from Olympus strove to pluck down Jove, as look upon Canutus●ound Retreat, the blood of Cartesmunda stirs the gods for this Revenge; and if this may appease her angry soul, we get by losing it; Do what ye will, for I will never more taste joy on earth; her death makes all things poor.  Omnes. 
What shall we do?  Har. 
What else, but fight and die,  
And in our deaths hide all our Infamy.  Alarm. Enter Thornton, Randolph, and the Colliers, they fight and take Canutus prisoner, and drive out the rest. A flourish and a Retreat sounded. K. Scots. Enter Alured, Donald, Malcolme, Edmond, Thornton, with prisoners, Grim, and the Colliers, leading Canutus, and Osrick. K. 
Thus from the usurped Temples of Canutus, we take the English Crown and plant it here, to whom in right it legally belongs. Princes and soldiers, now with me proclaim Victorious Alured, England's Sovereign.  Omnes. 
Long live great Alured our lawful King.  Flourish: Alur. 
First to all-helping heaven due thanks we give,  
Then next to you, by whom our glories live.  Grim. 
'Twas I that took him prisoner, my Lord, the Colliers are the Conquerors.  Alu. 
We will reward your Valours.  Har. 
Propose a ransom Royal Alured, to sad Canutus and his countrymen.  Can. 
Give me no Ransom sir, O let me die, in Cartesmunda's death I broke my vow, and for her sake I have neglected all, and willingly have sought mine own sad ruin; I'll have no Ransom, Cartesmunda's dead, let me be buried with her, that's all the mercy I now will beg of thee from all thy Conquests.  Alu. 
No great Canutus, for I pity thee, I call to mind thy Royal sister's love, beauteous Elgina, worthier than thy Nun, whose loving heart was once unbosom here, and for her ●ake, I'll like a brother use thee, this one condition frees thee ransomless, that you abate the Fealty we paid you, you shall return unto your State in Denmark, and henceforth even as brothers we will live, exchanging Embassies of Love and honour. And now to you my worthy countrymen it shall be texted to your lasting fame, that your Newcastle strength set England free in this days fair and happy Victory, for which, and for thy sake( most worthy Thornton) we'll give a lasting honour to the Town, now beautified by thee with walls and Towers to which we'll add all noble privilege belonging to a Town Incorporate; and for your former Government of Poretereans, we here establish it a Majo●alty, and Thornton as the first we here create Mayor of Newcastle, and give thee the power to elect a brotherhood of Aldermen, with choice of Sheriffs to assist thy Government, your  
Charter shall be drawn wi●h fullest strength,  
Even with the fairest Cities of our Land,  
This Sword confirms it from King Alureds' hand;  
Bear it before ye still.  Thorn. 
Your Highness gives us honour 'bove our Merits.  Alur. 
We have not yet done all, but what we want, we'll study to requite to thee and them.  Grim. 
Then since your grace is got into the giving Vain, I beseech you sir, Let Corporal Grim be bold to put a collier's request into one of your ears.  Alur. 
What's that Grim?  Grim. 
Only this sweet King, I that for thy service sake was Corporal to be Warden of your Coal-Carriers, to provide Coals, sir-reverence, for your Highness own tooth, I'll promise you weight and measure, if none of your Officers do purloin, and warm their Noses at your fires in their own chimneys.  Alu. 
A reasonable Request: Thou art our Coal-carrier.  Grim. 
Nay, I'll carry no Coals neither, I can tell you, and yet I have another cauldron of courtesies to 〈◊〉 from your kindness, that in remembrance of Newcastle Colliers that have fought so bravely, we may from henceforth have the upper shoulder, and the wall of Croyden Colliers, and that if ever they be found with a Goose in their sacks, they may be made to stand a whole Market day in the baker's Pulpit, because they showed themselves Cowards to their Country, and durst not fight against the Danes, as we have done.  Alur. 
All this is granted sir.  Grim. 
Then stand thy ground, old Coal of Newcastle, and a fig for Croyden.  Alur. 
How now, still sad Canutus? We now must war with love, to raise this siege, which we will do with Banquets, and with Revels. Great King of Scotland, we are yet a debtor to your kind love, which thus we begin to pay, all those our Northern borders bounding on Cumberland, from Tine to Tweed, we add unto your Crown, so 'twas forepromised, and 'tis now performed; Most fit it is that we be ever lovers; The Sea that binds us in one Continent,  
Doth teach us to embrace two hearts in one,  
To strengthen both against all invasion.  
Look up Canutus, now all's clear ab●ve,  
Let Cartesmunda die in our●new love;  
And let swift fame thy former glories ring,  
And hide the folly of a Love-sick King.  Exeunt omnes. 
FINIS.