When you see me You know me Or the famous Chronicle Historie of king Henry the eight with the birth and vertuous life of Edward Prince of Wales As it was playd by the high and mightie Prince of Wales his seruants By SAMVELL ROVVLY seruant to the Prince LONDON Imprinted for Nathaniell Butter and are to be sold in Paules Church-yeard neare Saint Austines gate 1605 When you see me You know me Enter the Cardinall with the Embassadours of Fraunce in all state and royaltie the Purse and Mace before him Woolsie GEntlemen giue leaue you great embassadors From Francis the most christian king of Fraunce My Lord of Paris and Lord Boneuet Welcome to England since the king your maistes Intreates our furtherance to aduance his peace Giuing vs titles of high dignitie As next elect to Romes Suprenacie Tell him we haue so wrought with English Henry Who as his right hand loues the Cardinall That vn-delaid you shal haue audience And this day will the king in person sit To heare your message and to answere it Boneuet Your grace hath done vs double curtesie For so much doth the king our maister long To haue an answer of this embassage As minutes are thought months till we returne Paris And that is the cause his highnesse moues your grace To quicke dispatch betwixt the king and him And for a quittance of your forwardnesse And hopefull kindnesse to the crowne of Fraunce Twelue reuerent Bishops are sent post to Rome Both from his highnesse and the Emperour To moue Campeus and the Cardinals For your election to the papall throne That Woolsies head may yeare the tripall Crowne Wool We thanke his highnesse for remembring vs And so salute my Lord the Emperour Both which if Woolsie be made Pope of Rome Shall be made famous through all Christendome How now Bonner Enter Bonner Bon. Sir William Cumpton from his highnesse comes To do a message to your excellence VVool. Delay him a while and tell him we are busie Meane time my Lords you shall with draw your selues Our priuate conference must not be knowne Let all your gentlemen in their best array Attend you brauely to king Henries court Where we in person presently will meete you And doubt not we le preuaile succesfully Bone But hath your grace yet moued his highnes sister For kind acceptance of our Soueraignes loue Wool I haue and by the kings meanes finisht it And yet it was a taske I tell yee Lords That might haue bene imposed to Hercules To win a Lady of her spirit and yeares To see her first loue cround with siluer haires As old king Lewes is that bedrid lyes Vnfit for loue or worldly vanities Bon. But t is is countries peace the king respects Wol. We thinke no lesse we haue fully wrought it The Emperours forces that were leuied To inuade the frontyres of loe Burgondy Are staid in Brabant by the kings commaund The Admirall Hayward that was lately sent With threescore saile of ships and pinnaces To Batter downe the townes in Normandy Is by our care for him cald home againe Then doubt not of a faire successefull end Since VVoolsie is esteemd your Soueraines friend Par. We thanke your excellence and take our leaues VVool. Hast ye to court lie meete ye presently Bone God morrow to your grace Exeunt VVol. God morrow Lords go cal Sir VVilliam Cumpton in We must haue narrow eyes and quicke conceit To looke into these dangerous stratagemes I will effect for Fraunce as they for me If Woolsie to the Popes high state attaine The league is kept or else here brea kt againe Enter Bonner and Cumpton Now good Sir William Cum. The king my Lord intreates your reuerent grace There may be had some priuate conference Betwixt his highnesse and your excellence Before he heare the French Embassadors And wils you hasten your repaire to him Wool We will attend his highnesse presently Bonner see all our traine be set in readinesse That in our state and pompe pontificiall We may passe on to grace king Henries court Cump. I haue a message from the Queene my Lord Who much commends humbly thanks your grace For your exceeding loue and zealous prayers By your directions through all England sent To inuocate for her sound prosperous helpe By heauens faire hand in child-bed passions Wool We thanke her highnesse that accepts our loue In all Cathedrall Churches through the land Are Masses Derges and Prosessions sung With prayers to heauen to blesse her Maiestie And send her ioy and quicke deliuery And so Sir William do my duty to her Queene Iane was euer kind and courteous And alwaies of her subiects honoured Cump. I take my leaue my Lord Exit Wol. Adew good knight wee le follow presantly Now Woolsie worke thy wittes like gaddes of steele And make them plyable to all impressions That King and Queene and all may honour thee So toild not Caesar in the state of Roome As Woolsie labours in the affaires of Kings As Hanniball with oyle did melt the Alpes To make a passage into Italie So must we beare our high pitcht Eminence To digge for glorie in the hearts of men Till we haue got the papall diadem And to this end haue I composd this plot And made a League betweene the French and vs And match their Aged King in holy Mariage With Ladie Mary Royall Henries sister That he in peace complotting with the Emperor May plead for vs within the Courts of Rome Wherefore was Alexanders fame so great But that he conquered and deposed Kings And where doth Woolsie faile to follow him That thus comman deth Kings and Emperors Great Englands Lord haue I so won with words That vnder culloure of aduising him I ouerrule both Counsell Court and King Let him command but we will execute Making our glorie to out-shine his fame Till we haue purchast an eternall name Enter Boner Now Boner are those proclamations sente As we directed to the Shriffes of London Of certaine new deuised Articles For ordering those brothelles called the Stewes Bon. They are readie my Lord and the Shrieue attends for them Wol. Dispatch him quickely and haste after me We must attend the Kings high Maiestie Sound Trumpets Enter King Harry the Eight Queene Iane bigge with Child the Cardinall Charles Brandon Duke of Suffolke Dudlit Graye Compton the Ladie Marie The Countesse of Salisburie attending on the Queene King Charles Brandon Dudly and my good Lord Gray Prepare your selues and be in readinesse To entertaine these French Embassadors Meete them before our royall Pallace Gate And so conduct them to our Maiestie We meane this day to giue them Audience Dud. Gray We will my Lord Brand. Le tone attend without And bring vs word when they are comming on King How now Queene Iane Mother of God my loue Thou wilt neuer be able to sit halfe this time Ladies I feare she le wake ye yer be long Me thinkes she beares her burthen verie heauily And yet good sister and
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
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
thou hadst beene Kate Parre still and not great Englands Queene Ent. Comp. Compt. Health to your Maiestie Quee. Wish me good Compton woe and miserie This giddie flattering world I hate and scoffe Ere long I know Queene Katherins head must off Came ye from the King Comp. I did fayre Queene and much sad tidings bring His grace in secret hath reueild to me What is intended to your Maiesty Which I in loue and duty to your highnesse Am come to tell ye and to counsell ye The best I can in this extremitie Then on my knees I dare intreat your grace Not to reuaile what I shall say to you For then I am assurde that death 's my due Quee. I will not on my faith good Comptton speake That with thy sad reports my heart may breake Comp. Thus then at your fayre feete my life I lay In hope to driue your highnes cares away You are accusde of high conspiracy And treason gainst his royall maiesty So much they haue insenst his excellency That he hath granted firme commssion To attach your person and conuay ye hence Close prisoner to the Towre Articles are drawne And time appoynted for arrainement there Good maddame be aduisd by this I know The officers are sent to arest your person Preuent their malice hast ye to the King I le vse such meanes that you shall speake with him There plead your Innocency I know his grace Will heare ye mildly therfore delay not If you be taken ere you see the king I feare ye neuer more shall speake to him Que. Oh Comptton twixt thy loue and my sage feare I feele ten thousand sad vexations here Leade on I pray I le be aduisd by thee The King is angry and the Queene must dye Exit Enter Boner Gardner with the commission Gard. Come Boner now strike sure the yrons hott Vrge all thou canst let nothing be forgot We haue the Kings hand here to warrant vs T was well the Cardinall came and so luckely Who vrgd the state would quite be ruined If that religion thus were altered Which made his highnes with a firy spleene Direct out warrants to attache the Queene Bon. T was excellent that Ceder once orethrowne To crop the lower shrubs let vs alone Gard. Those Articles of accusations We framd against her being lost by you Had like to ouerthrow our pollicy Had we not stoutly vrgd his maiesty Bon. Well well what 's now to be done Gard. A gard must be prouided speedely To beare her prisoner vnto London Towre And watch conuenient place to arest her person Bon. Tush any place shall serue for who dare contradict His highnesse hand euen from his side we le hale her And beare her quickly to her longest home Lest we and ours by her to ruine come Gard. About it then let them vntimely dye that scorne the Pope and Romes supremacie Exeunt Enter the King Prince the Guarde before them King Guarde watch the dores and let none come nere vs But such as are attendant on our person Mother a God t is time to sturre I see When traitors creeps so nere our maiesty Must English Harry walke with armed Gards Now in his old age must I feare my life By hatefull treason of my Queene and wife Prin. I do beseech your royall maiesty To here her speake ere ye condemne her thus King Go too Ned I charge ye speake not for her she s a dangerous travtor how now who knocks so loud there Gard. T is Cardinall Wolsye my Lord Kin. And it be the Deuill tell him he comes not here Byd him attend vs till our better leasure Come hither Ned let me conferre with you Didst euer heare the disputation Twixt Cranmer and the Queene about Religion Prin. Neuer my Lord I thinke they neuer yet At any time had speech concerning it King O thou art deceaued Ned It is too certaine knocke Hoyday more knocking knock yrons an his heeles And beare him hence what ere he be disturbe vs who i st Gard. S. William Compton my Leedge Kin. I st he well let him in Gods holy mother heere 's a stur indeed Compton ye knock too lowde for entrance here You care not though the king be neere so neere say ye sir haw Comp. I do beseech you pardon for my bouldnesse King Well what 's your busines Comp. The Queene my Lord intreats to speake with you Kin. Body a me is she not rested yet Why doe they not conuay her to the Towre We gaue commission to attach her presently Where is she Comp. At the dore my Soueraigne Kin. So nere our presence keepe her out I charge ye Bend all your Holbeards points against the dore If she presume to enter strike her through Dare she presume againe to looke on vs Pri. Vpon my knees I do beseech your highnes To heare her speake Kin. Vp Ned stand vp I will not looke on her Mother a god stand close and gard it sure If she come in I le hang ye all I sweare Prin. I doe beseech your Grace Kin. Sir boye no more I le here no more of her Proud slut bold traitresse and forgetfull beast Yet dare she further moue our patience Prin. I le pawne my princely word right royall father She shall not speake a word to anger ye Kin. Will you pawne your word for her mother a god The Prince of Wales his word is warrant for a king And we will take it Ned go call her in Enter Queene Sir William let the gard attend without Reach me a chaire all but the prince depart How now what doe you weepe and kneele Dus your blacke soule the gylte of conscience feele Out out your a traytor Que. A traytor O you all seeing powres Here witnesse to my Lord my loyalty A traytor O then you are too mercifull If I haue treason in me why rip ye not My vgly hart out with your weapons poynt O my good Lord If it haue traytors blood It will be black deformd and tenibrous If not from it will spring a scarlet fountaine And spit defiance in their periurde throates That haue accusde me to your maiesty Making my state thus full of misery Kin. Canst thou deny it Quee. Else should I wrongfully accuse my selfe Of my deare Lord I do beseech your highnesse To satisfie your wronged Queene in this Vpon what ground growes this suspicion Or who thus wrongfully accuseth me Of cursed treason gainst your maiesty Kin. Some probable effects my selfe can witnesse Others our faithfull subiects can testifie Haue you not oft maintained arguments Euen to our face against religion Which ioynd with other complots show it selfe As it is gathered by our loyall subiects For treason Cappitall against our person Gods holy mother you le remoue vs quickly And turne me out old Harry must away Now in mine age lame and halfe bed-rid Or else you le keepe me fast inough in prison Haw mistris these are no hatefull treasons these Queen Heauen on my
fore-head write my worst intent And let your hate against my life be bent If euer thought of ill against your maiestie Was harbord here refuse me gratious God To your face my ledge if to your face I speake it It manifests no complot nor no treason Nor are they loyall that so iniure me What I did speake was as my womans wit To hold out Argument could compasse it My puny schollership is helde too weake To maintaine proofes about religion Alas I did it but to wast the time Knowing as then your grace was weake and sickly So to expell parte of your paine and griese And for my good intent they seeke my life O God how am I wrongd Kin. Ha saist thou so was it no otherwise Que. What should I say that you might credit me If I am false heauen strike me sodainly King Body a me what euerlasting knaues are these that wrong thee thus alas poore Kate come stand vp stand vp wipe thine eyes wipe thine eyes foregod t was told me that thou wert a traytor I could hardly thinke it but that it was applide so hard to me Godsmother Kate I feare my life I tell ye King Harry would be loath to die by treason now that has bid so many brunts vnblemished yet I confesse that now I growe stiffe my legges faile me first but they stand furthiest from my hart and that 's still sound I thanke my God giue me thy hand come kisse me Kate so now i me friends againe hurson knaues crafty varlets make thee a traytor to oulde Harries life well well I le meete with some on them Sfoute come sit on my knee Kate Mother a god he that says th' art false to me by Englands crowne I le hang him presently Que. When I haue thought of ill against your state Let me be made the vildest reprobate Kin. That 's my good Kate but by th mary God Queene Katherne you must thanke prince Edward here For but for him th'adst gone toth towre I swere Que. I shal be euer thankfull to his highnesse And pray for him and for your maiesty Ki. Come Kate wee ll walke a while eth garden heere who keepes the dote there Compt: My Lord King Sir William Compton here take my ring Bid Doctor Cranmer haste to Court againe Give him that token of king Henries love Discharge our guards we feare no traytors hand Our State beloved of all doth firmely stand Go Compton Comp: I go my Lord King Bid Wolsey haste him to our royall presence Great Charles the mighty Romane Emperour Our Nephew and the hope of Christendome Is landed in our faire Dominion To see his Vnckle and the English Court Wee 'le entertaine him with imperiall port Come hither Ned Enter Bonner and Gardner with the guard Gar Felows stay there and when I cal come forward The service you pursue is for the kings Therefore I charge you to performe it boldly We have his hand and seale to warrant it Guard Wee 'le fellow you with resolution sir The Church is on our side what should we feare Gard: See yonder shee s talking with his Maiesty Thinke you we may attempt to take her heere Bon: Why should we not have we not firme cōmission To attach hir any where be bold and feare not Fellowes come forward King How now what 's heere to do Qu The Bishops it seemes my Lord would speake with you King With bills and holberds well tarry there Kate I le go my selfe Now wherefore come you Gard: As loyall subiects to your state and person We come to apprehend that trayterous woman King Y are a couple of drunken knaves and varlets Gods holy mother shee is more true and iust Then any Prelate that Subornes the Pops Thus to vsurpe vpon our government Call you her traytor y' are lying beastes and false conspiratours Bon: Your Maiesty hath seene what proofes we had King Here you Bonner you are a whorson coxcomb What proofes had ye but treasons of your owne inventions Queene O my deare Lorde respect the reverend Bishoppes Bonner and Gardner loves your Maiestie King Alas poore Kate thou think'st full little what they come for Thou hast small reason to commend their loves That falsly have accusde thy harmelesse life Queene O God are these mine enemies Gard: We have your highnesse hand to warrant it King Le ts see it then Gard: T is heere my Liege King So nowe yee have both my hand to contradict what one hand did and now our word againe shal serve as warrant to beare you both as prisoners to the Fleete Where you shall answer this conspiracie You fellows that came to attach the Queens Lay hands on them and beare them to the Fleete Queene O I beseech your highnesse on my knees Remit the doome of their imprisonment King Stand vp good Kate thou wrongst thy Maiesty To plead for them that thus have iniurde thee Queene I have forgotten it and do still intreate Their humble pardons at your gratious feet King Mother of God what a foolish woman 's this Well for her sake we revoke our doome But come not neere vs as you love your lives Away and leave vs you are knaves and miscreants Whorson Caitifes come to attach my Queene Queene Vex not my Lord it will distemper you Enter Barnden King Mother a God I le temper some on them for 't How now Branden Bran: The Emperour my Lord King Get a traine readie there Charles Branden Wee le meete the Monarke of imperiall Rome Go Ned prepare your selfe to meete the Emperour Wee le send you further notice of our pleasure Enter Cardinall and Wil. Attend the Prince there Welcome Lord Cardinall Hath not our tedious iorney into France Disturbed your Graces health and reverent person Wil No no ne're feare hun Harry he haz got More by the iourney hee le be Pope shortly King What William how chance I have not seene you to day I thought you would not have bin the hindmost man to salute me Wil No more I am not Harry for yonder is Patch behinde me I could never get him before me since thou coniurst him i' th great chamber all the horse i' th towne cannot hawle him into thy presence I warrant thee King Will hee not come in Wil Not for the world he stands watching at the dore Hee 'le not stirre while the Cardinal come Then the foole will follow him every where Wool: I thank you William I am beholding to you stil Wil Na my Lord I am more beholding vnto you I thanke your foole for it we have ransakled your winesellers since you went into France Doe you blush my Lord na that 's nothing you have wine there is able to set a colour in any mans face I warrant it King Why William is the Cardinalls wine so good Wil Better then thine I le be sworne I le take but two handfulls of his wine and it shall fill foure hogges-heads of thine looke here else Wool: Mordieu Wil Mor divell i st