This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1910 edition. Excerpt: ... A SHOO-MAKER, A GENTLEMAN. Act I. scene 1. A Field of Battle in Britain.' Enter Allured wounded, Elred, Offa and the Queene. Alarum. King. Away, stand off, prop not a falling Castle With your weake strength, tis sinfull Charity, And desperate folly to meet a mischiefe, Whose entertainment is assur'd destruction: Leave me I pray savegard your owne lives. 5 Queen. Oh Royall Sir, tis you that doe dispaire, Wounds are not alwaies mortall. Ellred. Deare sir let them be drest: King. You tire me out of breath with vaine delaies, As well may you give life unto a stone, A sencelesse statue; my lifes but lent 10 To bid you shun your deaths, and in that too Heavens mercy is miraculous, yet you will not heare me: Agen I charge you as a King; yet none regards Declining Majesty; then as a husband, And a Father hear;2 dost thou love me? 15 Quee. Approve it in my death, if thou mistrust it Allured. King. Have you duty, you Phaenix of my age, For though two persons be distinguishable, Yet ought there be but one combined heart In your fraternall union, your knees promise. 20 Both. Our duties are much lower. King. Then here I charge yee for to leave the Field, Texts, "here." Fly from death, hee's now in pursuite of yee: Fly from the Tyrant, for this unhappy day 25 Those bloody Persecutors Maximinus, and Dioclesian, Display their by-neckt3 Eagle over Brittaine, While she lyes under as a bleeding prey, One Talent here is fastned. Laying his hand on his breast.' Enter Amphiabell, and Sir Hugh. Hugh. Fly Noble Princes, Wee have stood out the utmost of the day, 30 Till hope had lost his anchorage, therefore fly, And seeke some other day for victory. Amphi. How fares the King? Al. Ene on4 the Virge of Blisse, O deare Amphiabell. Noble Sir Hugh, What more could I...