and withall Submits himselfe vnto your Graces pleasure Kin. Bonner t is true and we haue answered it Blaming at first his haughtie insolence And now his lightnesse and inconstancie That writ he knew not what so childishly Gard. Much bloodshed there is now in Germanie About this difference in religion With Lutherans Arians and Anabaptists As halfe the Prouince of Heluetia Is with their tumults almost quite destroyde Quee. Me thinkes t were well my royall Soueraigne Your Grace the Emperour and the Christian kings Would call a Counsaile and peruse the bookes That Luther writ against the Catholickes And superstitions of the Church of Rome And if they teach a truer way to heauen Agreeing with the Hebrew Testament Why should they not be red and followed Kin. Thou sayst wel Kate so they agree with the scriptures I thinke t is lawfull to peruse and read them speake Bishops Gard. Most vnlawfull my deare Soueraigne Vnlesse permitted by his Holynesse Queen How proue ye that my Lord Kin. Well sed Kate to them againe good wench Lordes giue vs leaue awhile auoyde the Presence there wee l heare the Bishops and my Queene dispute Queen I am a weake Scholler my Lord But on conditiō that your Highnesse not these reuerent Lords Will take no exceptions at my womans wit I am content to holde them Argument And first with reuerence to his Maiestie Pray tell me why would ye make the King beleeue His Highnesse and the people vnder him Are tyde so strictly to obay the Pope Bon. Because faire Queene he is Gods Deputie Queen So are all Kings and God himselfe commaunds The King to rule and people to obay And both to loue and honour him But you that are sworne seruants vnto Rome How are ye faithfull subiects to the King When first ye scrue the Pope then after him Gard. Madame these are that sectes of Lutherans That makes your Highnesse so mistake the Scriptures Your slender arguments thus aunswered Before the King God must be must be worshipped Queen T is true but pray ye answere this Suppose the King by Proclamation Commaunded you and euery of his subiects On paine of death and forfeit of his goods To spurne against the Popes authoritie Yee know the Scripture binds yee to obey him But this I thinke if that his Grace did so Your slight obedience all the world should know King Gods-mother Kate thoust toucht them there What say yee to that Bonner Bon. Were it to any but her Maiestie These questions were confuted easily Quee. Pray tell the King then what Scripture haue yee To teach religion in an vnknowne language Instruct the ignorant to kneele to Saints By bare-foote pilgrimage to visite shrines For mony to release from Purgatorie The vildest villaine theefe or murderer All this the people must beleeue you can Such is the dregs of Romes religion Gard. I those are the speeches of those hereticks Cranmer Ridley and blunt Lattimer That dayly raile against his Hollynesse Filling the land with hatefull heresies Quee. Nay be not angry nor mistake them Lords What they haue said or done was mildly followed As by their Articles are euident King Where are those Articles Kate Quee. I le goe and fetch them to your Maiestie And pray your Highnesse view them gratiously Exit Quee. Kin. Go fetch them Kate a sirta we haue womē doctors Now I see Mother a God here 's a fine world the whilste That twixt so many mens opinions The holy Scriptures must be banded thus Gard. God graunt it breede no farther detriment Vnto your crowne and sacred dignite They that would alter thus Religion I feare they scarcely loue your royall person Kin. Ha take heed what you say Gardiner Gard. My loue and dutie to your Maiestie Bids me be bolde to speake my conscience Vnlesse your safetie and your life they hate Why should they dayly thus disturbe the state To smooth the face of false rebellion Proude traytors will pretend religion For vnder colour of reformation The vpstart followers of Wickcliffes doctrine In the fift Henries dayes arise in armes And had nor dilligent care preuented them Their powres had sodainely surprisd the King And good my Leege who knows their proud intent That thus rebell against your gouernment Kin. Shrode proofes berlady and by saint Peter I sweare we will not trust their gentlenesse Speake Gardner and resolue vs speedily Whos 's the ring-leader of this lusty crew Bon. Vnlesse your highnes please to pardon vs We dare not speake nor vrge your maiesty Kin. We pardon what ye speake resolue vs speedely Gard. Then if your royall person will be safe Your life preserude and this faire Realme in peace And all these troubles smoothly pacifide The Queene deare Lord must be remoued from you Kin. Haw the Queene bold Sir aduise ye well Take heede ye do not wrong her loyalty Gard. See here my leege are proofes too manifest Her highnesse with a sect of Lutherans Haue priuate meetings secret conuentickells To wrest the grounds of all religion Seeking by tumults to subuert the state The which without your maiesties consent Is treason capitall against the Crowne Bon. And seeing without the knowledge of your grace They dare attempt these dangerous stratagems T is to be fearde which heauen we pray preuent They do conspire against your sacred life Gard. Why else should all these priuate meetings be without the knowledge of your maiesty Kin. Mother a god these proofes are probabell And strong presumptions doe confirme your words within there ho Enter Compton My Lord Kin. Sir William Compton see the dores made fast Dubble our gard let none come nere our person Sommon the counsell to confer with vs Bid them attend vs in the priuy chamber Comp. Here is a letter for your maiesty From Martin Luther out of Germany Kin. Dambd Scysmatick still will he trouble vs with bookes and letters leaue it and be gone Exit Compt The villaine thinks to smooth his trechery By fawning speeches to our maiesty But by my George Lord Bishops if I liue I le roote his fauorits from Englands bounds What writes his worship Gard. Now Bonner stir the game is set a foot The king is now incenst le ts follow close To haue Queene Katherne shorter by a head These heresies will cease when she is dead Kin. Holy sain: Peter what a knaue is this Ere while he writ submissiuely to vs And now againe repents his humblenesse Bishops it seemes being toucht with our reply He wrights thus boldly to our maiesty Gardner looke here he was deceaued he says When he thought to finde Iohn Baptist in the Courts of princes or resident with those that are Cloathed in purple Mother a god I st not a dangerous knaue Gard. False luther knaues he has great friends in England Else durst he not thus moue your Maiestie Kin. Wee le cut his friends off ere they grow too strong And sweepe these vypers from our state ere long No maruell though Queene Katherne plead for him That is
scarre him so he shall not tell where to rest him Patch But will he not be angry wil. No no for then I le shew my selfe and after he sees who t is he le lafe and be as merie as a magge pie and thow 't bee a mayd man by it for all the house shall see him hugge thee in his armes dandle thee vp and down with hand foot an thou wert a footebal Page O fine come cosen giue me the pynt first I le rore so lowd that I le make him beleeue that the diuels come Will: So doe and feare nothing for an thou wert the diuell himselfe he le coniure thee I warrant thee I would not haue such a coniuring for twentie crownes but whē he has made way I le mak him merry enough I doubt it not so so now cossen looke to your Coxecomb Page Boe. I le Mother of God what 's that Page Boe. King Out asse take that and tumble at my feete For thus I le spurne thee vp an downe the house Pach Helpe cossen helpe Will: No cossen now he 's coniuring I dare not come neere him king Who set this nat'rall heere to trouble me En Comp: Whos 's that stands laffing there the foole ha ha Where 's Comptō Mother a God I haue found his drift t is the craftiest old villaine in christendome marke good Sir William because the foole durst not come neere himselfe seeing our anger sent this sillie Asse that we might wreake our royall spleene on him whilest hee stāds laffing to behold the left by th blessed La Copton I le not leaue the foole to gaine a million he contents me so come hether Will Will. I le know whether ye haue donne knocking first my cosen pach looks pittifully ye had best bee friends with vs I can tell you wee le scare ye out of your skin els King Alas poore pach hold sirra ther 's an Angell to buy you points Wil. Law Cosin did not I say he 'le make much on ye Pach I cosin but has made such a singing in my head I cannot see where I am Will. All the better cosin and your head fall a singing your feete may fall a dauncing so saue charges to the piper King Wil Sommers prethee tell me why didst thou send him first VVil. Because I le haue him haue the first fruits of thy furie I knowe how the matter stood with the next that disturb'd thee therefore I kept i th rereward that if the battaile grew too hot I might run presently King But wherefore came ye Will. To make thee leaue thy mellancholly and turne merrie man againe thou hast made all the Court in such a pittifull case as passes the Lords has attended here this foure daies and none dares speake to thee but thou art readie to choppe of their heads sort and now I seeing what a fretting furie thou continuest in and euerie one said t wol'd kill thee if thou keepst it pulld eene vp my heart and vowd to loose my head but I le make thee leaue it Ling. Well William I am behoulding to ye Ye shall haue a new Coate and a cap for this Wil. Nay then I shall haue two new coats and cap pes for Charles Brandon promised mee one before to performe this enterprise King He shall keepe his word will goe call him in Call in the Lords tell them our spleene is calmbd Mother a God we must giue way to wrath That chafes our Royall blood with anger thus And vse some mirth I see to comfort vs Draw neere vs Lords Charles Brandon lift to me Will Sommers here must haue a Coate of you But Patch has earned it dearest wher 's the foole VVil. Hee s enne creeping as nere the doore as he can Hee le faine begon I see and he could get out Wouldest thou not cosin Pach Yes cosin VVil I ld faine be walking I am afraid I am not as I should be VVil. Come I le helpe thee out then dost thou heare my Lord Cardinall your foole is in a pittifull taking hee smells terriblie Wools: You are too craftie for him William King So is he Woolsey credit me Wil I thinke so my Lord as long as will liue the Cardinals foole must giue way to the kings foole K Well sir be quiet and my reuerent Lords I thanke you for your patient suffering We were disturbed in our thoughts we sweare We now intreat you speake and we will heare Wools. Then may it please your sacred Maiestie Campe. Legate to his holinesse Attends with letters from the Court of Rome King Let him draw neere wee le giue him Audience Dudley and Gray Attend the Cardinall And bring Campeu: to our presence here Dud. Gray We goe my Lord Enter Lords and Legats king Brandon and Seymer place your selues by vs To heare this message from his holinesse You reuerent princes pillers of the Church Legats Apostolicke how fares the Pope Campeus In health great King and from his sacred lips I bring a blessing Appostolicall To English Henrie and his subiects all And more to manifest his loue to thee The prop and piller of the Churches peace And gratifie thy loue made plaine to him In learned books gainst Luthers heresie He sends me thus to greet thy Maiestie VVith stile and titles of high dignitie Command the Heralds and the Trumpets forth Semer: Gentlemen dispatch and call them in VVill Lord blesse vs what 's here to doe now Campe, Receaue this Bull sent from his holinesse For confirmation of his dignitie To thee and to thy faire posteritie VVill T is well the Kings a widdower and he had put forth your Bull with his hornes forward I de haue mard your message I can tell ye K Peace wil Herralds attend him Campe: Trumpets prepare whilst we allowd prouounce This sacred message from his Holinesse And in his reuerent name I heare proclayme Henrie the Eight by the grace of God King of England France and Ireland And to this title from the Pope we giue Defender of the faith in peace to liue VVools Sound Trumpets and God saue the King K VVe thanke his holinesse for this princely fauour Receiuing it with thankes and reuerence In which whilst we haue life his grace shall see Our sword defender of the faith shal be Goe one of you salute the Maior of London Bid him with Herralds and with Trumpets sound Proclaime our Titles through his gouernment Goe Gray see it donne attend him fellowes Gray I goe my Lord Trumpets follow me Exit King What more Lord Legat doth his holinesse will Campe: That Henry Ioyning with the Christian Kings Of France and Spaine Denmarke and Portugale would send an Armic to assaile the Turke That now inuades with Warre the I le of Rhodes Or send twelue thowsand pound to be disposd As his holines thinkes best for their releife Wils: I thought so I knew t woold be a monnie matter when al 's done now th art defēder of
would your Grace a while be patient In Musickes praise thus will I better it Musicke is heauenly for in Heauen is Musicke For there the Seraphins doe sing continually And when the best was borne that euer was man A Quire of Angels sang for joy of it What of Celestiall was reueald to man Was much of Musicke t is sayd the beasts did worship And sang before the Deitie supernall The kingly Prophet sang before the Arke And with his Musicke charmd the heart of Saule And if the Poet sayle vs not my Lord The dulcet tongue of Musicke made the stones To mooue irrationall beast and birds to daunce And last the Trumpets Musicke shall awake the dead And cloath their naked bones in coates of flesh T' appeare in that high house of Parliament When those that gnash their Teeth at Musicke sound Shall make that place where Musicke nere was found Pr. Thou giuest it perfect life skilfull Doctor I thanke thee for the honour'd praise thou giuest it I pray thee le ts heare it too Tye. T is readie for your Grace giue breath to your loude tun'd instruments Loude Musicke Pr. T is well me thinkes in this sound I prooue a comepleat age As Musicke so is man gouern'd by stops Aw'd by diuiding notes sometimes aloft Sometime below and when he hath attain'd His high and loftie pitch breathed his sharpest and most Shrillest ayre yet at length t is gone And fals downe flat to his conclusion Soft Musicke Another sweetnesse and harmonious sound A milder straine another kinde agreement Yet mong'st these many stringes be one vntun'd Or jarreth low or hyer than his course Not keeping steddie meane among'st the rest Corrupts them all so doth bad men the best Tye. Inough let voyces now delight his princely care A Song Pr. Doctor I thanke you and commend your cunning I est haue heard my Father merrily speake In your hye praise and thus his Highnesse sayth England one God one truth one Doctor hath For Musicks Art and that is Doctor Tye Admir'rd for skill in Musickes harmonie Tye. Your Grace doth honor me with kind acceptance Yet one thing more I doe beseech your Excellence To daine to Patronize this homely worke Which I vnto your Grace haue dedicate Pr. What is the Title Tye. The Acts of the holy Apostles turn'd into verse Which I haue set in seuerall parts to sing Worthy Acts and worthily in you remembred I le peruse them and satisfie your paines And haue them sung within my fathers Chappell I thanke yee both Now I le craue leaue a while To be a little idle pray let our lingguistes French and Italians to morrow morne be ready I must confer with them or I shall leese My little practise so God-den good Tutors Exit Cran. Health to your Highnesse God increase your dayes The hope of England and of learnings praise Enter Bonner and Gardiner reading Bon. What haue yee here my Lord of Winchester Gard. Heriticall and damned heresies Precepts that Crammers wisdome taught the Prince The Pope and we are held as heritickes What thinkst thou Bonner of this wouering age Bon. As Sea-men do of stormes yet hope for faire wether Berlady Gardiner we must looke about The Protestants begin to gather head Luther hath sowne well and Englands ground Is fatte and fertile to increase his seed Here 's loftie plants what bishops and Prelats I nobilitie temporall but we shall temper all At the returne of our high Cardinall Gar. Bonner t is true but in meane time we must Preuent this ranckor that now swels so big That it must out or breake they have a dangerous head And much I feare Bon. What not the King I hope Gard. T is doubtfull he will bend but sure Queene Katherens a strong Lutheran hard yee not How in presence of the King and Cardinall She did exsterp against his Holinesse Bon. But had our English Cardinall once attaind The high possession of Saint Peters Chaire Heed barre some toungs than now haue scope too much T is he must doo 't Gardiner t is a perilous thing Queene Katherin can do much with Englands King Gard. I Bonner that 's the summe of all There must be no Queene or the Abbies fall Bon. See where she comes with the Kings Sister And from the Princes lodging le ts salute her Gard. God morrow to your Maiestie Quee. God morrow to my reuerent Lords of London and of Winchester saw yee the King to day Bon. His Highnesse was not yet abroade this morning But here we will attend his excellence Quee. Come sister wee le go see his Maiestie La. Ma We will attend yee Maddam Quee. Gentlemen set forward God morrow Lords Gard. Ill morrow must it be to you or vs Conspirators gainst men religious Bonner these Lutherans do conspire I see And scoffe the Pope and his supremacie Bon. Le ts strike in time then and incense the King And sodainly their stares to ruine bring The Trumpets sounds it seemes the Queene is comming Wee le watch and take aduantage cunningly Enter the King Queene Lady Mary Brandon Semer Gray and Dudley King Where 's Brandon Bran. My Leedge King Come hether Kate Bran. Did your grace call Kin. I le speake we anon I le speake we anon Come Kate le ts walke a little whos 's there my Lords of London and of Winchester welcome welcome by this your maister the Cardinall I troe has parted with the Emperour set a league betweene the French and him Mother of God I would our selfe in person had beene there But Wolseys diligence we neede not feare Ha think yee he will not Gard. No doubt he will my Lord King I Gardner t will be his best pollicie Their friendship must aduance his dignitie If ere he get the Papall gouernance Dud. And that will neuer be I hope Sem. T were pittie it should Gray Hee 's proud enough already Kin. Haw what 's that yee talke there Bran. They say my Lord hee 's gone with such a traine As if he should be elected presently King Fore-god t is a gallant Priest come hether Charles prithee let me leane a thy shoulder by Saint George Kate I grow stiffe me thinkes Quee. Wil t please your Highnesse sit and rest your selfe King No no Kate I le walke still Brandon shall stay mine arme I me fat and pursie and t will get me a stomack Sawst the Prince to day Kate Quee. I my good Lord King God bless him and make him fortunate I tell yee Lords the hope that England hath is now in him fore-god I thinke old Harry must leaue yee shortly well Gods will be done heerle be old shuffling then ha will there not well you say nothing pray God there be not I like not this difference in religion I Gods deere Lady and I liue but seauen yeere longer wee le take order throughly Bon. We heare that Luther out of Germanie Hath with a booke vnto your Maiestie Wherein he much repents his former deeds Crauing your Highnesse pardon