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If you knovv not me, you know no bodie: or, The troubles of Queene Elizabeth; If you know not me, you know no bodie. Part 1
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Heywood, Thomas, d. 1641.
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behold the sunnes bright face Suss: Now god forbid a better hap heauen send Thus men may mourne for what they cannot mend Exeunt omnes Enter three white-cote souldiers with a Iacke of beere 1 Come my masters you know your chardge t is now about Alcauin here we must watche till morning And then carry the Princesse to the tower 2 How shall we spend the time till morning 3 Mase wee le drinck and talke of our frendes 2 I but my frnd do not talke of state matters 1 Not I I le not meddle with the state I hope this a man may say without offence Prethee drincke to me 3. With all my harry faith this a man might Lawfully speake but now faith what wa st about to say 1 Masse I say this That the Lady Elizabeth is both a lady And Elizabeth and if I should say she were a vertuous Princesse Were there any harme in that 2 No by my troth ther 's no harme in that But beware of talking of the Princesse Let 's meddle with our kindred there we may be bold 1 Well sirs I haue two sisters and the one loues the other And would not send her to prison for a million is there any harme In this I le keepe my selfe within compas I warrant you For I doe not talke of the Queene I talke of my sisters I le keepe my selfe within my compas I warrant you 3 I but Sir that word sister goes hardly downe 1 Why Sir I hope a man may be bold with his owne I learn'd that of the Queene I le keepe my selfe within compasse I le warrant you 2 I but Sir why is the Princesse committed 1 It may be she doth not knowe her selfe It may be the Queene knowes not the cause It may be my Lord of Winchester does not know It may be so nothing's vnpossible to god It may be ther 's knauery in Munckery Ther 's nothing vnpossible is there any harme in that 2 Shoomaker you goe a little beyond your last 1 Why in saying nothing's vnpossible to God I le stand to it for saying a truth 's a truth I le proue it For saying there may be knauerie in Monckery I le iustifie it I do not say there is but may be I know what I know You know what you know he knowes what he knowes Marry we know not what euery man knowes 3 My masters we haue talkt so long that I thinke t is day 1 I think so too is there any harme in all this 2 No harme i th world 3 And I thinke by this time the Princesse is ready To take her barge 1 Come then let 's goe would all were well Is there any harme in all this but alas wishes and teares Haue both one property they shew their loue that Exeunt omnes want the remedy Enter Winchester and Beningfield Winch: Did you not marke what a pitious eie she cast To the Queens window as she past along Fayne she would haue stayd but that I caus'd The bargmen to make hast and row away Bening: The bargmen were too desperat my Lord In staying till the water was so lowe For then you know being vnderneath the bridge The barges sterne did strike vppon the ground And was in danger to haue dround vs all Winch: Well she hath scapt that danger Would she but conforme her selfe in her opinion She only might rely vppon my loue To winne her to the fauour of the Queene Bening: But that will neuer be this is my censure If she be guilty in the least degree May all her wronges suruiue and light on her If other wayes that she be cleered Thus both wayes I wish her downe Or els her state to rayse Enter Sussex Tame Howard Shandoyse and Gage Suss: Why doth the Princesse keepe her barge so longe Why lands she not Some one goe see the cause Gage That shall be my charge my Lord Exit Gage Suss: Oh me my Lord her state is wondrous hard I haue seene the day my hand I de not haue lent To bring my Soueraignes Sister to the Tower Good my Lords stretch your Commission To doe this Princesse but some little fauour Shand: My Lord my Lord let not the loue we beare the Princesse incurre the Queenes displeasure t is no dallying with matters of Estate who dares gaine-say the Queene Suss: Marry a God not I no no not I Yet who shall hinder these my eyes to sorrow For her sorrow By Gods marry deere That the Queene could not though her selfe were here My Lords my Lords if it were held fowle treason To grieue for her hard vsage by my Soule My eyes would hardly prooue me a true Subiect But t is the Queenes pleasure and we must obay But I shall mourne should the King and Queene say nay Enter Gage Gage My grieued Mistresse humbly thus intreats For to remooue backe to the Common stayres And not to land where Traytors put to shore Some difference she intreats your Honors make Twixt Christall Fountaines and fowle muddy Springs Twixt those that are condemned by the law And those whome Treasons staine did neuer blemish Thus she attends your answere and sits still Whilst her wet eyes full many a teare did spill Suss: Marry a God t is true and t is no reason Lanch Bargeman Good Lady land where Traitors vse to land And fore her guilt be proou'd Gods marry no And the Queene wils it that it should be so Shand: My Lord you must looke into our Commission No fauors granted she of force must land T is a decree which we can not withstand So tell her master Gage Exit Gage Suss: As good a Lady as ere England bread Would he that caus'd this woe had lost his head Enter Gage Elizabeth and Clarentia her gentlewoman Gage Madam you haue stept too short into the water Eliz No matter where I tread Would where I set my foote there lay my head Land Traytor like my foot 's wet in the flood So shall my hart ere long be drencht in blood Enter Constable Winch: Here comes the Constable of the tower This is your charge Const: And I receiue my prisoner come will you goe Eliz. Whither my Lord vnto a grate of Iron Where greife and care my poore hart shall enuirone I am not well Sussex A chayre for the Princesse Const: Here 's no chayre for prisoners Come will you see your chamber Eliza: Then on this stone this cold stone I will sit I needes must say you hardly me intreat VVhen for a chayre this hard stone is my seate Suss: My Lord you deale too cruelly with the Princesse You knew her father shee 's no stranger to you Tame Madam it raynes Suss: Good Lady take my cloake Eliz No let it alone See gentle men The pittious heauens weepes teares into my bosome On this cold stone I sit raine in my face But better heere than in a worser place VVhere this bad man will lead me Clarentia reach my booke now leade