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Enter DAWBENEY, OXFORD, and Attendants.
Oxf. The head of strong rebellion is cut off,
K. Hen. Dawbeney, Oxford,
wishes ? Daw. Briefly thus : The Cornish under Audley, disappointed Of flatter'd expectation, from the Kentish (Your majesty's right trusty liegemen) flew, Feather'd by rage, and hearten’d by presumption, To take the field even at your palace-gates, And face you in your chamber-royal: arrogance Improv'd their ignorance; for they supposing, Misled by rumour, that the day of battle Should fall on Monday, rather brav'd your forces, Than doubted any onset; yet this morning, When in the dawning I, by your direction, Strove to get Deptford-Strand-bridge, there I
found Such a resistance, as might shew what strength Could make: here arrows hail'd in showers upon
us, A full yard long at least; but we prevaild. My lord of Oxford with his fellow peers, induce the insurgents to believe that he intended to put off the action till the succeeding Monday : they fell into the snare, were accordingly unprepared for the attack, which took place on Saturday, the 22d of June.
Environing the hill, fell fiercely on them
K. Hen. Have we lost
Oxf. In the total
Audley, Flammock, Joseph, The ringleaders, 8c.] Lord Audley had been for some time in communication with the leaders of the Cornish men, but did not join them till they reached Wells, in Somersetshire. the historian says, “ of an ancient family, but unquiet and popular, and aspiring to ruin. He was immediately, and with great cries of joy, accepted as their general; they being proud to be led by a nobleman.” Thomas Flammock, a common name in Cornwall, was a lawyer, who by various artifices had obtained great sway among them; and Michael Joseph, a blacksmith or farrier, of Bodmin, “ a notable talking fellow, and no less desirous to be talked of.”
“ He was,”
It should be added, that Ford is indebted to Lord Bacon for most of the incidents in Daubeney's narrative.
8 Railed in ropes.] The 4to is imperfect, and reads, Raled in ropes. As the R is very indistinct, I should have been inclined, perhaps, to make Haled out of it, had I not found the expression
K. Hen. We must pay Our thanks where they are only due: Oh, lords ! Here is no victory, nor shall our people Conceive that we can triumph in their falls. Alas, poor souls ! let such as are escaped Steal to the country back without pursuit: There's not a drop of blood spilt, but hath drawn As much of mine; their swords could have
wrought wonders On their king's part, who faintly were unsheath'd Against their prince, but wounded their own
breasts. Lords, we are debtors to your care; our payment Shall be both sure, and fitting your deserts. Daw. Sir, will you please to see those rebels,
heads Of this wild monster multitude ?
K. Hen. Dear friend, My faithful Dawbeney, no; on them our justice Must frown in terror, I will not vouchsafe An eye of pity to them: let false Audley Be drawn upon an hurdle from the Newgate To Tower-hill in his own coat of arms Painted on paper, with the arms revers'd, Defaced, and torn; there let him lose his head. The lawyer and the blacksmith shall be hang'd,
in Bacon. They were brought to London, all railed in ropes, like a team of horses in a cart.' Flammock and Joseph were hanged at Tyburn.
" The lord Audley was led from Newgate to Tower-hill, in a paper coat, painted with his own arms, the arms reversed, the coat torn, and there beheaded,"
Quarter'd, their quarters into Cornwall sent,
Oxf. I shall, sir.
K. Hen, To Dinham, our high-treasurer,
most constant services.
K. Hen. For it, we will throw
Edinburgh.— The Palace.
Enter HUNTLEY and DALYELL. Hunt. Now, sir, a modest word with
sad gentleman; Is not this fine, I trow, to see the gambols, To hear the jigs, observe the frisks, be enchanted With the rare discord of bells, pipes, and tabours, Hodge-podge of Scotch and Irish twingle-twan
gles, Like to so many choristers of Bedlam Trowling a catch! The feasts, the manly sto
machs, The healths in usquebaugh, and bonny-clabber, The ale in dishes never fetch'd from China, The hundred thousand knacks not to be spoken of, And all this for king Oberon, and queen Mab, Should put a soul into you. Look ye, good man,
, How youthful I am grown! but by your leave, This new queen-bride must henceforth be no more My daughter; no, by’r lady, 'tis unfit! And yet you see how I do bear this change; Methinks courageously: then shake off care In such a time of jollity.
9 The healths in bonny-clabber.] A common name, in our old writers, for curds and whey, or sour butter-milk. It appears to have been a favourite drink both with the Scotch and Irish. See Jonson, vol. v. p. 330.