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A20096	The famous history of Sir Thomas VVyat With the coronation of Queen Mary, and the coming in of King Philip. As it was plaied by the Queens Maiesties Seruants. Written by Thomas Dickers, and Iohn Webster.	Dekker, Thomas, ca. 1572-1632.; Webster, John, 1580?-1625? aut	1607 (1607)	STC 6537; ESTC S105289	23,849	54

bankes whose battering ordinance should haue bin imploid against the hindrers of our Royaltie Win: You talke of senceless things Guil: Dooe 's Trees want sence that by the power of musick haue bene drawn to dance a pleasing measure we le come then neerer vnto liuing thinges say wee vsurpe the English Royaltie wa st not by consents I tel you Lords I haue your hands to show Subscrib'd to the Commission of my father By which you did authorice him to wage armes If they were Rebellious against your soueraigne Who cride so loude as you God saue Queene Iane And come you now your Soueraigne to arraigne Come downe come downe here at a Prisoners barre Better doe so then iudge your selues amisse For looke what sentence on our heads you lay Vpon your owne may light another day Win. The Queene hath pardon'd them Guil: And wee must die for a lesse fault O partiallitie Iane Patience my Guilford it was euer knowne They that find least the punishment haue borne Gui. True my faire Queene of sorrowe truely speake Great men like great Flies Through lawes Cobwebs breake But the thin'st frame the prison of the weake Norf: Now trust me Arundell It doth grieue mee much to sit In iudgement of these harmlesse Aru I helpt to attach the Father but the sonne O through my blood I feele compassion Run my Lords wee le be humble suters to the Queen to saue these innocent creatures from their deathes Norf. Le ts breake vp Court If Norfolke long should stay In teares and passion I should melt away Win: Sit still what will you take compassion vpon such they are Heritickes Iane VVe are Christians Leaue our conscience to our selues VVe stand not heere about Religious causes But are accused of Capitall Treason Win: Then you confesse the inditement Gui: Euen what you will Yet saue my Iane although my blood you spill Iane If I must die saue Princely Guilfords life Norf: Who is not moou'd to see this louing strife Arun Pray pardon me doe what you will to day And I le approue it though it be my death Win: Then heare the speedye sentence of your deathes You shall be carried to the place from whence you came from thence vnto the place of Execution through London to be drawne on Hurdles Where thou Iane Gray shalt suffer death by fire Thou GuilforId Dudley hang'd and quartered So Lord haue mercie vpon you Guil: VVhy this is well since we must die That wee must die together VVin: Stay and heere the mercie of the Queene Because you are of noble parentage Although the crime of your offence be greate Shee is onely pleased that you shall Both Will shee pardon vs VVin: Only I say that you shall loose your heads Vpon the Tower-Hill so conuey them hence Leifetenant stricktly looke ynto your charge Guil. Our doomes are knowne Our liues haue plaide their parte Farwell my Iane Iane My Dudley mine owne heart Guil. Faine would I take a serimonious leaue But that 's to die a hundred thousand deaths Ian I cannot speake for teares Lif. My Lord come Guil. Great griefes speake louder When the least are dumb'd Exeunt Enter Sir Thomas Wyat in the Tower Wyat The sad aspect this prison doth affoord Iumpes with the measure that my heart dooth 〈◊〉 And this inclosure here of naught but stone Yeildes far mòre comfort then the stony hearts Of them that wrong'd their country and their friend Heere is no periur'd Counsellors to sweare A sacred oath and then forsweare the same No innovators heere doth harbor keepe A stedfast silence doth possesse the place In this the Tower is noble being base E Lords to Wyat. Norf Sir Thomas Wyat Wyat. That 's my name indeede Win: You should say Traitor Wiat. Traitor and Wyats name Differ as farre as Winchester and honor Win: I am a Piller of the Mother Church Wiat And what am I Win: One that subuerts the state Wiat Insult not too much ore th' vnfortunate I haue no Bishoppes Rochet to declare my innocencie This is my crosse that causelesse I must suffer my heads losse When that houre comes wherein my blood is spilt My crosse will looke as bright as yours twice guilt Norf: Here 's for that purpose Wiat Is your grace so short Belike you come to make my death a sport Win: VVe come to bring you to your execution You must be hang'd and quartered instantly At the parke Corner it a gallous set Whether make hast to tender natures debt Wiat Then here 's the end of Wyats rising vp Ito keepe Spaniards from the Land was sworne Right willingly I yeelde my selfe to death But sorry such should haue my place of birth Had London kept his word VVyat had stood But now King Phillip enters through my blood VVin: Where 's the Lieftenant of the Tower Exit Officers with Wyat. Enter L Lie: Heere my Lord VVin: Fetch foorth your other Prisoners Lief. My Lord I will heere lyes young Guilford heere the Lady Iane Norfol. Conduct them forth Enter Young Guilford and the Lady Iane Guil: Good morrowe once more to my louelye Iane Iane The last good morrow my sweete loue to thee Guil: VVhat were you reading Iane On a prayer booke Guil: Trust me so was I wee hade neede to pray For see the Ministers of death drawe neere Iane To a prepared minde death is a pleasure I long in soule till I haue spent my breath Guil: My Lord High Chancelor you are welcome heather What come you to beholde our execution And my Lord Arundell thrice welcome You helpt to attache our Father come you now To see the blacke conclusion of our Tragedie Win: VVe come to doe our office Guil: So doe wee Our office is to die yours to looke on VVe are beholding vnto such beholders The time was Lords when you did flock amaine To see her crownd but now to kill my Iane The world like to a sickell bends it selfe Men runne their course of liues as in a maze Our office is to die yours but to gaze Iane Patience my Guilford Guil. Patience my louely Iane Patience has blancht thy soule as white as snow But who shall answere for thy death this know An innocent to die what is it lesse But to adde Angels to heauens happiness The guiltie dying doe applaud the law But when the innocent creature stoopes his neck to an vniust doome vpon the Iudge they check Liues are like soules requird of their neglectors Then ours of you that should bee our protectors Win: Raile not against the law Guilfor: No God forbidde my Lord of Winchester It 's made of lawe and should I raile against it T were against you if I forget not You reioyc'd to see the fall of Cromwel Ioy you now at me Oft dying men are fild with prophesies But I le not be a prophet of your il Yet knowe my Lordes they that behold vs now May to the axe of Iustice one day bowe And in that plot

of ground where we must die Sprinckle their bloodes Though I know no cause why Norf: Speake you to me Lord Guilford Gui: Norfolke no I speake to Norf: To whome Gui: Alasse I doe not knowe which of vs two dies first Win: The better part Gui: O rather kill the worst Iane T is I sweete loue that first must kisse the blocke Guilf. I am a man 〈◊〉 men better brooke shocke of threatning death Your sexe are euer The thoughts of death a womans hearte will breake Iane But I am armde to die Guilf: Likelyer to liue Death to the vnwilling dooth his presence giue Hee dares not looke the bolde man in the face But on the fearefull layes his killing Mace Winc. It is the pleasure of the Queene that the Lady Iane must first suffer death Iane I thanke her Highnesse That I shall first depart this haplesse world and not Suruiue to see my dere loue dead Guilfo: She dying first I three times loose my head Enter the Headsman Headsm. Forgiue me Lady I pra'y your death Guilf: Ha hast thou the heart to kill a face so faire Win It is her Heades-man Guil: And demaundes a pardon Onely of her for taking off her head Iane I gentle Guilford and I pardon him Guil: But I le not pardon him thou art my wife And he shall aske me pardon for thy life Hed: Pardon me my Lord Gui: Rise doe not kneele Though thou submit'st thou hast a lowring steele Whose fatal declynation brings our death Good man of earth make haste to make vs earth Heds. Pleaseth the Lady Iane I le helpe her off with her night-Gowne Iane Thankes gentle friend But I haue other waiting women to attend mee Good Mistris Ellin lend me a helping hand To strip me of this worldly ornament Off with these robes O teare them from my side Such silken couers are the guilt of pride Insteede of gownes my couerture be earth My worldly death or new Celestiall breath What is it off Lad: Madam almoste Iane Not yet O God! how hardly can we shake off this worldes Pomp That cleaues vnto vs like our bodies skinne Yet thus O God shake of thy seruants sinne Lady Here is a scarfe to blinde your eies Iane From all the world but from my Guilfords sight Before I fasten this beneath my browe Let me behold him with a constant looke Gui: O doe not kill me with that pitious eie Iane T is my last farwell take it patiently My dearest Guilford let vs kisse and part Nowe blinde mine eyes neuer to see the skie 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Guil: Oh! He 〈◊〉 into a trance Norf: How fares my Lord Arun Hee 's falne into a trance Norf: Wake him not vntill hee wake himselfe O happie Guilford if thou die in this Thy so●le will be the first in heauenly blisse Enter th● 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 with Ianes head Win: Heare comes the Heads-man with the head of Iane Guil Who spake of Iane who namde my lòuely Iane Win Behold her head Gui. O I shall faint againe Yet let me beare this fight vnto my graue My sweete Ianes head Looke Norfolke Arundell Winchester Doe male factors looke Thus when they die a ruddie lippe A cleere reflecting eye Cheekes purer then the Maiden oreant pearle That sprinckles bashfulnes through the clowdes Her innocence has giuen her this looke The like for me to show so well being dead How innocence would Guilford loose his head Win. My Lord the time runs on Guil So does our death Heere 's one has run so fast shee 's out of breath But the time goes on And my faire Ianes white soule wil be In heauen before me If I doe stay stay gentle wife Thy Guilford followes thee Though on the earth we part by aduerse fate Our soules shall knock together at heauens gate The skie is calme our deathes haue a faire day And we shall passe the smoother on our way My Lords farwell I once farwel to all The Fathers pride has causde the Childrens fall Exi Guilford to Death Norf. Thus haue we seene her Highnesse will perform'd And now their heads and bodies shall bee ioynd and buried in one graue as fits their loues Thus much I le say in their behalfes now dead Their Fathers pride their liues haue seuered FINIS