THE LIFE OF THE DVTCHESS OF SVFFOLKE As it hath beene divers and sundry times acted with good applause Imprinted by A. M. for Jasper Emery at Flowerdeluce in Paules Church-yard 1631 The Actors names Dutches of Suffolke Berty Cranwell Fox Her Servants Duke of Northumberland Earle of Erbaigh Count Palatine Earle of Arundel L. Hunsedon L. Admirall L. Clinton L. Paget Duke Brunswicke Latimer Cranmer and Ridley Erasmus Roterodamus Bonner and Gardner Doctor Sands M. Goseling a Merchant M. Perecell a VValoone 2. Captaines Clunie a Parator 2. Tilers Constable Officers A Nurse A Post Messengers A Sexton Burgomasters Keeper Prisoners Countrey People THE DVTCHESS OF SVFFOLKE Actus Primus Enter FOXE Fox KNights Gentlemen and Yeomen attend her Graces seruice shee le abroad Enter Cranwell vshering the Dutches of Suffolke a gentlewoman bearing vp her trayne Bertie and gentlemen 〈…〉 at the other doore Begger Cran. Be vncoverd Gentelmen Fox Rome there backe Beggers Dutch Bertie deale mine Almes Ber. Pray for the Dutches friends Beg. Heavens preserue your Grace Exeunt Enter one with a Letter delivers it kneeling Dut. What saiest thou from my King I kisse his lips As humbly as my infant penitence When due correction threatned mine offence She 〈◊〉 and 〈◊〉 I may intreat the Palatine with grace All curtesie and favours for my Soveraignes sake I will present him with smooth countenance But for the poynt heere touching Marriage Beseech my Prince of pardon since as yet My Widdowes teares are scarce wipt from my cheeke Touching the businesse boute Sir Roger Willowbie My deere neere kinseman I le not returne You empty handed backe but send His highnesse Parram Lordship to dispose And thanke his gratious providence for him Returne my salutations on my knee And say my whole possessions are all his Berty reward his paines On Enter Gardner to the Tower guarded Stay and know the reason of that guard How giue mine eyes the fulnesse of their wish Skreene not my Ioyes I pray stand all aside My Gossip Gardner led vnto the Tower T is pitty nay man leaue your curtesie My passion has no teares to answer you Truth now I hope hath got a holliday Exit Gardner The tyrant Wolfe in hould the Lambes may play Forward to Sussex house in Barnisby street More obiects yet of comfort what is he Enter Bonner guarded to prison Fox Bonner commanded to the Martial fie Dut. Fagots will then grow cheape they say my Lord That you haue bought vp all our fire-wood To send vs in a shining flame to heauen But Bertie see how leane has studdy made him And his care with sweating in represse of errors Enter Sands An Ell will hardly girdle his leane wast Sands I le defer your welcome yet from Cambridge To shew you heere a president of zeale Bonn Madam these scornes liue not with charity My conscience is content to beare this crosse Dutch And mine as well content that thou should'st beare it think'st thou I will disburthen thy content Good man thou art deceiv'd my charity Shuts vp the doores against thy misery I tell thee all my sorrowes are dried vp With this sweete breath of comfort to see thee Infranchise truth by thy captivity Bonn. Time flaters you awhile heaven has a power Can change the White to Sable in an houre My welthier thoughts yet tell me I shall liue these scornes to quittance your free heart to greeue For time is rich in ransome she may rayse Exit with gardner the scorn'd and captiv'd Bonner ware those dayes Dutch If Englands sinne deserues that curse againe Doubtlesse my life the truth should still maintaine Sand. The grace of heaven make strong that your resolue Dutch Tut Sands I am no novice to beare off The gusty shocke of danger heere is proofe Hath bid the Cannon of rough threatning griefe The deaths of one deere Husband and two Sonnes Regenerate in the fame of their deserts Haue made a violent shot against this brest But by the manly courage of that ioy Is knit vnto my spirits to behold The exild truth now soiourning with time The rage of their repugnancie recoyles And I am Mistris of a Virgin heart Bert. With pardon gratious Madam Could Berties rude perswasion please your eares I wish it cloth'd with Hymens royalties A husband like an Ammell would inrich Your golden vertues Dutch How Men can praise themselues Mariage is good but where 's the husband good A loving husband Bertie true in touch May sweare so they wil be few proue such Bert. Durst my opinion venture but to speake him I could commend that merit to your heart As I presume your fancie would imbrace Dutch Void all the Chamber Bertie but your selfe The husband now come man feare not to speake Exeunt Servants She sits You haue absolution ere you doe begin The husband can report his true deserts Bert. As much as observations greedy eye Could well retayne keepes warme vpon my tongue Which to your noblest consideration was in honors wombe And from her suckt his Nutriment of life His spirit like an ensigne doth display The worthinesse of his heroicke birth His more concealed vertues varnish that To make his Comet merit wondred at Nature in moulding of his lyneaments Has sham'd the cunning workemanship of Arte That he is Madam as your wish would make The richer in desert for your worthes sake Dutch You haue describ'd the substance of a man Such as might ravish the most chastest thoughts Virginity could sinne in wish of him For but on my deceased Brandons breath Did never waite such rich perfections In them I shall but re-espouse mine owne Marry one Husband twice embrace the dead Hug in mine armes a Suffolke buried Bert. If honorable Loue liue in a man It guides the vertues of the Palatine Dutch The Palatine has he your wishes voyce Bert. Could it assure him of your fancies choyce Dutch His stately honors are vnmatcht for mine Berty His greatnesse reflects beames into your shine Dutch That greatnesse claymes a duty from my heart Bert. No more then his loue offers your desert Dutch Your humble eyes see 's merit his will not Our weaker worthes in Marriage are forgot Bert. Nay rather Madam Wedlock doth inroule The speciall essence of your rare deserts Remembring your perfections Dutch I they could liue in your humility And my affections best afford them thee Whilst thy sweete tongue solicites for thy friend Into thy bosome all my thoughts I send 〈◊〉 Cranwell what newes Cranwell Cran. The County Pallatine now king of Poland Dutch King of Poland Bert. Madam survey your thoughts Master your feares and crowne your happinesse Dutch King of Poland Bert. You Queene my hopes would see Dutch Queene of my rich desires in marrying thee What of this king of Poland Cran. He staies your graces leisure Accompanied with the Earle of Arundell Enter the Palatine being King of Poland and Arundell Dutch Intreat their presence Welcome royall Prince My noble Lord Palat. Madam my latest service
But yet this flesh is frayle and full of feares To keepe the soule from yon Celestiall spheares Thy will be done my maker whose great hand Hath now my life from scortching malice fann'd Ex Ienkes Come away Hugh ti ti tiler Now we haue lin'd our backs And warmd our bellies Le ts doe our dayes worke in an houre And drinke our selues drunke all the day after Til. Whope why the Cocke ale has spurd thee already Ien. Thou art a Coxcombe to say so I will run vp and Come downe my Ladder as nimble as a Squerrill Tiler For going vp I know not but thou 't come down With thy head forward Ien. Why then that 's a tricke more then ever thou sawest in thy life oh in my ale I can doe any thing tumble like a Eliphant Enter Clunie and Officers Clunie Now where 's this Tiler Ienkin. At hand quoth pickepurse Ha you any worke for a tiler Clu. Not so much worke sir as you haue made for the searcher And which way crost the man Ien. Should there not be two hundred of slates saist thou Clu. Answere me hobbihorse Which way crost he you saw enow Ien. Who doe you speake to sir We haue forgot the hobbihorse Tiler Yes truely sir Looke well amongst your selues for him Clu. The man the man sirra Saunders that you said you saw Ien. That I saw said you all that I saw was a russet Gentleman with a tosted Cullizance and hee went downe Gutter-lane I assure you Clu. That 's as true as Sands crost this way and wee not see him Tiler Did he crosse this way and you not see him the more blind buzzard you Clu. You told vs sirra enow he went this way Ien. Who I then I told you a lye for I was then sipping my morning draught Clu Say fellowes did not he direct vs thither Ien. I who I Ienken the Tiler Watch. I you Ien. Blesse my slating is the devill amongst you that you fall so fast a lying if I saw any of you before would every slate I haue vvere in your bellies vvhy doe you not know Ienken the Tiler Tiler Nor hugh the good Dutches of Suffolkes man Clu. The Dutches man an Hereticke Ien. Nay nay that 's most certaine what 's an Erewig sir a good fellow I hope Clu, You shall haue that defind When you come before my Lord Tiler Oh by no meanes He spits nothing but fire and fagot-sticks Ien. No matter I haue ale enough in my belly to Quench vm Clu. So guard them safe these villaines haue conveid That traytor Sands their fellow hence Ienk. Not I I desire you I renounce and confound you Clu. Dam vp the brick bats mouth convey them hence T is they shall pay the price of Sands offence Exeunt omnes Enter Dutches like a Citizens Wife with Cranwell Dutch Cranwell Cranw. Madam Dutch Speake softly where is Nurse speake softly prâ— thee Lord why loyters she but call her not soft soft wâ—â— creaking shooes hast thou got Cranw to betray our feares put off them traytors Cranw. Madam Dutch Thou speakest too loud Cran. Neither my tongue nor shoes can reach an eare Dutch Yes Cranwell but they doe of iealous feare My life is on the hazard of this game And I mistrust each step will cheate the same Cran. O that the poyson of this feare were once remove Dutch We should not then halt heere The poyson hath the treason of my foes I wish but patience to abide their blowes But who comes heere Nurse with a candle light T is darkenesse woman must guide out our feere Enter Nurse with a Candle Clunie aboâ—â— Clu. What light is that there ho Dutch Nurse what hast thou done Disperse away to Lyon key begon Clu. What ho will none speake there awake the guard Dut. What stay you for for heavens sake will you go Good Cranwell sweet Nurse linger not my woe Cran. How will you find that way you yet nere wâ—â— Dutch I le trust in him that guides the Innocent Giue me my Child Mantle now heavens pleasure Exe. Cranwell and Nurse Frewell come life or death I le hug my treasure Nay chide not pretty babe our enemies come Thy crying will pronounce thy mothers dome Clunie within Clu. Shee s gone she s gone Dutch Not far but be thou still This gate may shade vs from their envious will Exit Enter Clunie and Garde Clu. Gone gone pursue her or we are vndone Exeunt with Garde Enter Dutches Dutch Oh feare what art thou lend me wings to file Direct me in this plunge of misery Nature has taught the Child obedience Thou hast bin humble to thy mothers wish Oh let me kisse these dutious lips of thine That would not kill thy mother with a cry Now forward whither heaven directs for I Can guide no better then thine infancy Heere are two Pilgrims bound to Lyon-key And neither knowes one footstep of the way Returne you then t is time to shift me hence Exit Enter Clunie with Guards Clu. Search euery corner heere behind this gate Her mantle oh the lucke had we but staid To search this nooke when fury bore vs hence With violence to overtake her course We had prevented her intended scape But what heaven would not could not t is decreed Her innocent life should not by envy bleed But heere we stint not to pursue her flight I know t will boyle vp Bonners rancorous spight Exeunt Enter Dutches Dutch Thus far but Heaven knowes where wee haue escapt The eager pursuite of our enemies Having for guidance my attentiue feare Still I looke backe still starte my tyred feet Which never till now measur'd London street My honors scornd that custome they would ride Now forc't to walke more weary paine to bide Thou shalt not doe so child I le carry thee In sorrowes armes to welcome misery Custome must steele thy youth with pinching want That thy great birth in age may beare with scant Sleepe peaceablie sweete ducke and make no noise Me thinkes each step is deaths aresting voice We shall meete Nurse anon a dug will come To please my quiet infant when Nurse when Enter Nurse Nurse Who 's that calls Nurse Dutch Aye me I am oreheard She hides herselfe Enter Cranwell Nurse Master Cranwell Cranw. Who goes there Nurse Dutch Cranwell Cranw. Madam Nurse My sweete Lady Dutc. Whist honest Nurse how strangely are we 〈◊〉 Cranw. It is the place where you appointed vs Dutch Then heaven is gratious to my ignorance For had this night worne on the pride of day By I it could not haue found out the way Nurse Are you not weary Madam Dut. Admit I be let patience ease all there 's no 〈◊〉 Within cry For Grauesend hoe Dutch What 's that he frighted me Cranw. They call for their passengers to Graues-end Dut. Passe we our feares with them there staies at Lee A Barke that will redeeme our liberty If you dare venture with my fortunes goe A tide of Ioy
Dolet colo perfectiones virtutes quas intimo meo animo Complectar multi pendo Bert. Is this Erasmus borne in Roterdam He that so highly lou'd Sir Thomas More Erasm. Portate hanc ad domum Francisci de Ryvers alias Perecell Sic domino dominaeque Erasmus Rotero damus omnibus Officijs est observantissimus They beare her off in a Chayre Exeunt Finis Actus Tertij Actus Quartus Enter Bertie Bert. Within this towne hath Perecell a house There by the credit of this learned man We haue got harbor till the moneth expire In which her heavy burthen may be eas'd Good heaven looke downe vpon her misery Comfort her in her griefe strengthen her weakenesse Lay not our woes to wretched Bonners charge Free her sweete heaven by thy Almighty hand That we may once revisite our owne land Enter Cranwell Cranw. Now cheere your selfe deere sir here is a time To breath a space this towne 's a quiet port From the tempestuous gusts of Bonners hate Bart. Some refuge I confesse but the distressed Dutch In Child-bed torment is a fresh alarum Of new sprung care I cannot be at quiet Vntill her safe deliuery be past Cran. Doubt not of that the powerfull hand of heauen In such extremities is ever strong Bert. Good heaven when I recount the miseries We haue already past me thinkes the lottery Of cruell Fortune should be quite exhaust And yet when I record the name of Bonner With his desire to become great by blood The greater part of woe seemes still behind Cran. Doubtlesse hee s of a most pernitious spirit But he that hath restrain'd his envious rage And hitherto repulst him still will curbe him Bert. I trust he will Cranwell I prethee step And listen from the women what good newes Enter Perecell and Sands Pere Pray saue that labour we can bring the newes Bert. Welcome good Doctor Sands What in good health Sands Sir thanks to heaven who never leaues his oâ—â— Nor suffers them to perish in distresse Bert. How fares the Dutches Gentle host resolue me Pere Happy and well cheere your declining thought Well that her perillous conflict hath an end And happy that to comfort her withall There 's borne this day a young Lord Willobie Bert. A Boy Pere A goodly Boy M. Bertie And one in whom already doth appeare These signes of Courage to revenge your wrongs Ber. Good heaven I thanke thee This your newes deere friend Is as a summons after death to life the preservation Of his mother in travell was wonderous strange The place where he is borne is strange The loving hands that did first entertayne His presence to this pilgrimage of life Are likewise strange then as his birth hath bin So shall his name wee le call him Peregrine Sands A stranger to his Countrey by that name But by his deeds hereafter time may prooue None more adventured for his Countreys loue A Drum beats a soft March Ber. As it please his starres but soft What Drum is this some galle I feare To intermix our sweete Some sorrow to confound this sudden joy Pere Your servant Fox did vow to bring you word If any hurt were secretly pretended Ber. Is Fox arived vpon what cause Is Fox arived vpon what cause Is he past over doe you know gentle sir Enter Fox Pere Himselfe make answer for himselfe Fox Sir be not you dismayd in breife these drums And those that after these sad Musicke daunce Are none that wish you nor the Dutches good A Captayne sent from England and the bloodhound Clunie With them the Duke of Brunswicke clad in armes And at the least ten Ensignes after him These how ere they vizard their intents With other colour as to vexe the Emperour Yet their whole purpose is to looke for you The gates and walls are every way beset And through the Towne a privy search begun And but you presently devise some meanes To scape from hence they le take you in your lodging Bertie Escape there 's now no time to talke of scape No no the secret providence of heaven Hath so ordain'd we should be Bonner thrall And welcome wished death the end of all Sands My mind presageth of a better speed What M. Bertie why not now escape As well as heeretofore Bertie How can that be The painefull Dutches lying now in Child-bed Sands Is there no art no meanes to blind their eyes Fox You are so many of you t is impossible Besides the Dutches she cannot remooue Bert. Oh were she safe I car'd not for my life Sands Nor I for mine Fox Nor I had I ten thousand liues Pere Cease you your passions my braine hath tutoring 〈◊〉 And in a cunning plot shall set you free Ber. Doe that and Bertie is for ever thine Fox Fox and his sword for that will be thy slaue Cranw. Thy friendship will I beare vnto my graue San. What thou attempt'st My prayers shall helpe to second Pere I neither doe expect thankes nor reward But what I doe is of meere charity Then list vnto me there 's a friend of mine A Countrey Gentleman not far from hence Whose brother late returned from the warres And falling sicke within the Citty heere Dyed some few dayes since now this Gentleman Because his brother shall be buried Amongst his Ancestors decrees this night To haue his body in a Wagon brought Home to the Parish Church where he remaines And for that purpose hath his servants sent To see it safe conveyd A waggon like to theirs Covered with blacke shall be provided straight Into the which by helpe of Womens hands The Dutches and her Infant shall be lifted You and the rest disguis'd in mourning weeds Shall follow after as the guard And in the dead Mans name without suspect Passe by the Souldiers who if they chance To question who you are The Burgers being by and made acquainted With such a herce that is to passe that way Will quickly answer them without more search How like you this Bert. It will I hope proue currant Sands The pretext is fit and for the Dutches ease Fox Fox has no more sence then a batle-doore If in his iudgement we already be not Delivered from the mischiefe of their hands Pere Come I le provide you all things necessary And after pray for your successe therein Fox I le backe to them and helpe you what I can Exeunt Omnes Enter Brunswick L. Paget Portgraue Clunie and Souldiers Paget Great Duke of Brunswick this your flexible And curteous disposition of your troopes To be for Englands service shall receaue The due belongeth to so great a merit Bruns Noble Captaine I were much to be condemned If I neglect my duty to the Church But are you sure these fugetiues are heere Pag. Clunie thou touldst me that thou sawest a man Of theirs since we beset the towne wast true Clu. Yes noble Captaine Cranwell the Dutches vsher And there 's no question but the rest are heere Bru. Well then