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But we shall teach the lad another language: 'Tis good we have him fast.
Daw. The hangman's physic
K. Hen. Very likely:
Enter OXFORD, KATHERINE in her richest Attire,
DALYELL, JANE, and Attendants.
K. Hen. Oxford, herein
K. Hen. Our arms
Kath. Oh, sir, I have a husband.
husband ? K. Hen. By all descriptions, you are noble Dal
yell, Whose generous truth hath famed a rare obser
Dal. Worthier than your praises,
Kath. Cruel misery
K. Hen. Forward, lords,
London. --The Tower-hill.
Enter Constable and Officers, WARBECK, URswick,
and LAMBERT SIMNEL as a Falconer, followed by the rabble.
Const. Make room there! keep off, I require you; and none come within twelve foot of his majesty's new stocks, upon pain of displeasure. Bring forward the malefactors.-Friend, you must to this geer, no remedy.-Open the hole, and in with the legs, just in the middle hole; there, thathole. Keep off, or I'll commit you all! shall not a man in authority, be obeyed? So, so, there; 'tis as it should be:-[WARBECK is put in the stocks.] put on the padlock, and give me the key. Off, I say, keep off. Urs. Yet, Warbeck, clear thy conscience; thou
hast tasted King Henry's mercy liberally; the law Has forfeited thy life; an equal jury Have doom'd thee to the gallows. Twice most
wickedly, Most desperately hast thou escaped the Tower; Inveigling to thy party, with thy witchcraft, Young Edward, earl of Warwick, son to Clarence; Whose head must pay the price of that attempt; Poor gentleman !—unhappy in his fate,And ruin’d by thy cunning! so a mongrel
May pluck the true stag down. Yet, yet, confess
War. Baited to my death? Intolerable cruelty! I laugh at The duke of Richmond's practice on my fortunes; Possession of a crown ne'er wanted heralds.
Simn. You will not know who I am ?
Urs. Lambert Simnel,
grace, but by the king vouchsafed his service. Simn. I would be earl of Warwick, toil'd and
ruffled Against my master, leap'd to catch the moon,
3 Your pedigree is publish'd, &c.] From Bacon.—“ Thus it was. There was a townsman of Tournay, whose name was John Osbeck, a convert Jew, married to Catherine de Faro, whose business drew him to live, for a time, with his wife at London, in King Edward the IVth's days. During which time he had a son by her; and being known in court, the king did him the honour to stand godfather to his child, and named bim Peter. But afterwards proving à dainty and effeminate youth, he was commonly called by the diminutive of his name, Peter-kin or Perkin.” The term land-loper, applied to him by Simnel, is also from the historian. (Perkin) had been from his childhood such a wanderer, or, as the king called him, such a land-loper, as it was extreme hard to hunt out his nest."
Vaunted my name Plantagenet, as you do;
contempt Of injuries, in scorn, may bid defiance To this base man's foul language! Thou poor ver
min, How dar'st thou creep so near me? thou an earl ! Why, thou enjoy'st as much of happiness As all the swing of slight ambition flew at. A dunghill was thy cradle. So a puddle, By virtue of the sunbeams, breathes a vapour To infect the purer air, which drops again Into the muddy womb that first exhaled it. Bread, and a slavish ease, with some assurance