that betraide his honest Maister How with a Halter about his necke I hope hee doth not meane to hang himselfe I le step a side Ho. This is the place where I betraide my Lord This is the place where oft I haue releeu'd and villaine I betraide him to the Iawes of death But heere before I further will proceede Heere will I burie this inticing gould Lye there damn'd fiend neuer serue humaine more Clo: This is rare now in this moode hee would hang himselfe t were excellent Ho: Shall I aske mercie no it is too late Heauen will not heare and I am desperate He strangles himselfe Clo: So so a very good ending would all falce Seruants might drinke of the same sauce Gold you are first mine you must helpe To shift my selfe into some counterfeite suite Of apparel and then to London If my olde Maister be hanged why so If not why rusticke and lusticke Yet before I goe I doe not care if I throwe this Dog in a Ditch come away dissembler this cannot chuse but be a hundred pound it wayes so heauy Enter Queene Mary Winchester Norfolke Pembroke Wiat Arundell Attendants Mary By Gods asistance and the power of heauen after our Troubles we are safely set In our inheritance for which we doe subscribe The praise and benefit to God next thankes To you my Lordes Now shall the sanctuarie And the house of the moste high be newly built The ancient honours due vnto the Church Buried within the Ruine Monastaries Shall lift their stately heads and rise againe To astonish the destroyers wandring eyes Zeale shall be deckt in golde Religion not like a virgin robd of all her ponipe But briefly shining in her Iemmes of state Like a faire bride be offerd to the Lord To build large houses pull no churches downe Rather in rich the Temple with our crowne Better a poore Queene then the Subiects poore Win. May it please your grace to giue release Vnto such ancient Bishops that haue lost their Honours in the church affaires Ma We haue giuen order to the Duke of Norfolke to release them Aru: Your sacred Highnesse will no doubt be minde full of the late Oath you tooke at Framingam Ma. O my Lord of Arundell wee remember that But shall a Subiect force his Prince to sweare Contrarie to her conscience and the Law Wee heere release vnto our faithfull people one intire Subsidie Due vnto the Crowne in our dead Brothers daies The Commonaltie shal not be ore-burdned In our reigne let them be liber all in Religion and wee will spare their treasure to themselues Better a poore Prince then the Nation poore The Subiects Treasure in the Soueraignes store Arun. What is your Highnesse pleasure about the Rebels Mar. The Queene-like Rebels Meane you not Queene Iane Arun Guilford and Iane with great Northumberland and hauty Suffolkes Duke Ma: The Duke of Suffolke is not yet apprehended Therefore my Lords Some of you most deare to vs in loue Be carefull of that charge The rest wee le leaue for try all of the other prisoners Wia: The Lady Iane most mightie Soueraigne Alyde to you in blood for she s the Daughter of your Fathers Sister Mary the Queene of France Charles Brandons Wife your Neece your next of blood except your sister Deserues some pittie so doth youthfull Guilford Win. Such pittie as the law alowes to Traitors Norf. They were misled by their ambitious Fathers Win. What Sonne to obey his Father proues a Traitor Must buy their disobedience with their death Wia. My Lord of Winchester still thirsts for blood Mar. Wiat no more the law shall be their Iudge Mercie to meane offenders wee le ostend Not vnto such that dares vsurpe our Crowne Arun. Count Edmond the Embassador from Spaine attends your highnesse answere brought those Letters sent from the Emperor In his Sonnes behalfe Mar: In the behalfe of louely Princely Philip Whose person wee haue shrined in our heart at the first sight of his delightfull picture That picture should haue power to tingle Loue in Royall brests the Dartes of loue are wordes pictures conceite hee le preuaile by any Your counsell Lords about this forraine businesse Arun. I say and it like your royall Maiestie a royall treatie and to be confirm'd and I alowe the match Win. Alow it Lordes we haue cause To thanke our God that such a mightie Prince as Phillip is Sonne to the Emperor Heire to wealthy Spaine and many spacious Kingdomes will vouchsafe Wia. Vouchsafe my Lord of Winchester pray what Win. To grace our mightie Soueraigne with his honourable Title Wia. To marrie with our Queene meane you not so Win. I doe what then Wiat. O God! is shee a beggar a forsaken Maide that she hath neede of grace from forraine princes By Gods deare mother O God pardon sweare I Me thinkes she is a faire and louely Prince Her onely beautie were she of meane birth Able to make the greatest Potentate I the great Emperor of the mightie Cham That hath more Nations vnder his Commaund Then spanish Philip's like to inherrit townes To come and lay his Scepter at her feet And to intreate her to vouchsafe the grace To take him and his Kingdome to her mercy Win. Wyat you are too hot Wia: And you to proude vouchsafe O base I hope shee le not vouchsafe to take the Emperors sonne to her deare mercie Maâ—. Proceede my Lord of Winchester I pra'y Win. Then still I say we haue cause to thanke our God That such a mightie Prince will looke so lowe As to respect this Iland and our Queene VVia: Pardon me Madam hee respect your Iland more than your person thinke of that Norf. Wiat you wrong the affection of the Prince For he desires noe fortrises nor townes Nor to beare any office rule or state Either by person or by Substitute Nor yet himselfe to be a Counsellor in our affaires Wiat. What neede hee Noble Lords to aske the fruite when he demaundes the tree No Castle fortrises nor Towers of strength It bootes not when the chiefest Tower of all The key that opens vnto all the Land I meane our Gratious Soueraigne must be his But he will beare no office in the land And yet will marry with the Queene of all Nor be of counsell in the Realmes affaires And yet the Queene inclosed in his armes I doe not like this strange marriage The Fox is suttle and his head once in The slender body easily will follow I grant he offers you in name of dowre The yearely summe of threescore thousand Duccats Besides the seauenteene famous Prouinces And that the heire suceeding from your loynes Shall haue the Souereigne rule of both the Realmes What shall this mooue your Highnesse to the match Spaine is too farre for England to inherit But England neare enough for Spaine to woe Win. Has not the Kinges of England good Sir Thomas Espous'd the Daughters of our Neighbour Kinges Wia. I graunt your predecessors oft haue sought Their Queene
from France And sometimes to from Spaine But neuer could I heare that England yet Has bin so base to seeke a King from either T is policie deare Queene no loue at all Win. T is loue great Queene no pollicie at all Wiat. Which of you all dares iustifie this match And not be toucht in conscience with an oath Remember O remember I beseech you King Henries last will and his act at Court I meane that royall Court of Parliament That does prohibit Spaniards from the Land That Will and Act to which you all are sworne And doe not damme your soules with periurie Mary But that wee knowe thee Wyat to be true Vnto the Crowne of England and to vs Thy ouer-boldnesse should bee payde with death But cease for feare your liberà ll tongue offend With one consent my Lordes you like this match Omnes We doe great Soueraigne Mary Call in Count Edmond Honorable Lords Enter Edmond Wee haue determined of your Ambassie and thus I plight our loue to Philips heart Imbarke you straight the winde blowes wondrous faire Till he shall land in England I am all care 〈◊〉 all but Sir Thomas VVyat Wia. And ere hee land in England I will offer My loyall brest for him to treade vpon O who so forward Wyat as thy selfe To raise this troublesome Queene in this her Throane Philip is a Spaniard a proud Nation Whome naturally our Countrie men abhorre Assist me gratious heauens and you shall see What hate I beare vnto their Slauerie I le into Kent there muster vp my friendes To saue this Countrie and this Realme defend Exit Sir Thomas Wyat. Enter Guilford Dudley Iane and 〈◊〉 Guil. God morrow to the Patron of my woe Iane God morrowe to my Lord my louely Dudley Why doe you looke so sad my dearest Lord Guil. Nay why doth Iane thus with a heauie eye And a defected looke salute the day Sorrow doth ill become thy siluer brow Sad griefe lyes dead so long as thou liues fayre In my Ianes ioy I doe not care for care Iane My lookes my loue is sorted with my heart The Sunne himselfe doth scantly show his face Out of this firme grate you may perceiue the Tower-Hill Thronged with store of people As if they gap'd for some strange Noueltie Guil. Though sleepe doe sildome dwéll in men of care Yet I did this night sleepe and this night dream't My Princely father great Northumberland Was marryed to a stately Bride And then me thought iust on his Bridall day A poysoned draught did take his life away Iane Let not fond visions so appale my Loue For dreames doe oftentimes contrarie prooue Guil. The nights are teadious and the daies are sad And see you how the people stand in heapes Each man sad looking on his aposed obiect As if a generall passion possest them Their eyes doe seeme as dropping as the Moone As if prepared for a Tragedie For neuer swarmes of people there doe tread But to rob life and to inrich the dead And shewe they wept Lef My Lord they did so for I was there Gui. I pra'y resolue vs good Maister Lieftenant Who was it yonder that rendered vp his life To natures death Lief. Pardon me my Lord t is fellony to acquaint you with death of any Prisoner yet to resolue your grace it was your Father great Northumberland that this day lost his head Guil Peace rest his soule his sinnes be buried in his graue And not remembred in his Epitaph but who comes heere Iane My Father Prisoner Enter Suffolke garded foorth Suff: O Iane now naught but feare thy Tytle thy state Thou now must leaue for a small graue Had I bin contented to a bin great I had stood But now my rising is puld downe with blood Farwell point me my house of prayers Iane Is greefe so short t wa's wont to be full of wordes T is true but now Deathes lesson bids a coulde adue Farwell thus friendes on desperate iourneys parte Breaking of wordes with teares that swelles the heart Exit Suffolke Leef It is the pleasure of the Queene that you part lodgings Till your Arrainement which must be to morrow Iane Good Maister Lieftenant let vs pray together Lief. Pardon me Madam I may not they that owe you sway me Guil: Intreate not Iane though shee our bodies part Our soules shall meete Farwell my loue Iane My Dudley my owne heart Exeunt O◠Enter Wyat with Souldiers UUiat Hold Drumme stand Gentlemen Giue the word along stand stand Maisters friendes Souldiers and therefore Gentlemen I know some of you weare warme pursses Linde with golde to them I speake not But to such leane knaues that cannot put vp Crosses thus I say fight valiantly And by the mary God you that haue all Your life time siluer lackt Shall now get Crownes marry they must be crackt Sol: No matter wee le change them for white money Wiat But it must needs be so deare Countriemen For Souldiers are the maisters of wars mint Blowes are the stamps they set vpon with bullets And broken pates are when the braines lyes spilt These light crownes that with blood are double guilt But that 's not all that your stout hearts shall earne Sticke to this glorious quarrell and your names Shall stand in Chronicles ranck'd euen with Kings You free your Countrie from base spanish thrall From Ignominious slauerie Who can disgest a Spaniard that 's a true Englishman Solo Would he might choake that disgest him Wiat. Hee that loues freedome and his Countrie Crie a Wyat he that will not with my heart Let him stand foorth shake handes And wee le depart Sol. A Wyat a Wyat a Wyat Enter Norry sounding a Trumpet Har: Forbeare or with the breath thy Trumpet spends This shall let foorth thy soule Nor: I am a Herald and chalenge safetie By the lawe of armes Her: So shalt thou when thou art lawfully imploide Wia: What loude knaues that Nor: No knaue Sir Thomas I am a true man to my Queene to whome thou art a Traytor Sol. Knocke him downe Wiat. Knocke him downe fie no Wee le handle him he shall sound before he goe Har. Hee comes from Norfolke and those fawning Lords in Maries name waying out life to them that will with basenesse burie it Ceaze on him as a pernitious enemie Wia. Sir George be ruld Since we professe the Arte of Warre Let 's not be hist at for our ignorance Hee shall passe and repasse iuggle the best he can Lead him into the Cittie Norry set foorth Set foorth thy brasen throate and call all Rochester About thee doe thy office fill their Light heads with proclamations doe Catch Fooles with Lime-twigs dipt with pardons But Sir George and good sir Harry Isley If this Gallant open his mouth too wide Powder the Varlet pistoll him fire the Roofe that 's ore his mouth He craues the law of Armes and he shall ha 't Teach him our law to cut 's throate if he prate If lowder reach thy
against thy entrance And it shall cost the liues of twentie thousand true subiects to the Queene before a Traytor enters Omnes Shoote him through Wia: Stay le ts know him first Clo: Kill him then le ts know him afterwards Pem: Looke on my face and blushing see with shame thy treasons Charecter'd Bre: T is the Lord Pembroke Wiat What haue wee to doe with the Lord Pembroke where 's the Queenes Lieftenant Pem: I am Lieftenant of the Citie now Wiat Are you Lord Maior Pem: The greatest Lord that breathes enters not beere without expresse commaund from my deare Queene Wiat. She commaundes hy vs Pem: I doe commaund thee in her highnesse name To leaue the Cittie gates or by my honour A peece of ordinance shall be straite dischargd To be thy deathes man shoote thee to thy graue Wya. Then heer 's no entrance Pemb: No none Exit Pembroke Bre: What should wee doe following Wyat anye longer Wiat. O London London thou perfidious Town Why hast thou broke thy promise to thy friend That for thy sake and for thy generall sake Hath thrust my selfe into the mouth of danger March backe to Fleet-streete if that Wyat die London vniustlie buy thy treacherie Bre: Wold I could steale away from Wyat it should be the first thing that I would doe Heare they all steale away from Wyat and leaue him alone Wia: Where 's all my Souldiers what all gone And left my Drum and colours without guard O infilicitie of carefull men Yet will I sell my honoured blood as deere as euer did faithfull subiect to his Prince Exit Wyat. Enter Norfolke Iseley Isl. Pembroke reuolts and flies to Wyats side Norf: Hee 's damb'd in hell that speakes it Enter Harper Isl: O my good Lord t is spred That Pembroke and Count Arundell both are fled Enter Pembroke and Arundell Pem: Sfoote who said so what diuil dares sturre my patience zwounds I was talking with a crue of vagabonds that lagd at Wiats taile and am I thus paide for my paines Norf. And there being mist some villaine finding you out of sight hath raisde this slander on you but come my Lord Pem. I le not fight Norf: Nay sweete Earle Pem. Zoundes fight and heare my name dishonoured Arun. Wiat is marcht downe Fleete-streete after him Pem. Why doe not you and you pursue him Norfol. If I strike one blow may my hand fall off Pem: And if I doe by this Norf. Come leaue your swearing Did not countries care vrge me to this quarrell For my part I would not strike a blowe Pem. No more would I I le eate no wrongs Let 's all die and I le die Enter Messenger Mes. Stand on your Guard for this way Wyat is persude a maine A great noise fâ—llow Enter Wyat with his sword drawne being wounded Within Follow follow Nor: Stand Traitor stand or thou shalt nere stand more Wia. Lords I yeeld an easie conquest t is to win the field After al 's lost I am wounded let me haue a surgion that I may goe sound vnto my graue T is not the name of Traitor paules me Nor pluckes my weapon from my hand Vse me how you can though you say Traitor I am a Gentleman Your dreadfull shaking me which I defie Is a poore losse of life I wish to die Death frights my spirit no more then can my bed Nor will I change one haire loosing this head Pem. Come guard him guard him Wiat. No matter where I hope for nothing therefore nothing feare Exit Omnes Enter Winchester Norfolke 〈◊〉 Pembroke with other Lordes Win. My Lord of Norfolke will it please you sit By you the noble Lord of Arundell Since it hath pleasde her sacred Maiestie To nominate vs heere Commissioners Let vs without all partialitie be open eard To what they can aleadge where 's the Lieftenant of the Tower Enter Lieftenant of the T. Lief. Heere my good Lord Win. Fetch foorth the prisoners Place them seuerally in chaires of state Clarke of the Crowne proceede as law requires Clark Guilford Dudley hold vp thy hand at the barre Guil: And would to God this hand heau'de to the law Might haue aduanc'd it selfe in better place For Englands good and for my Soueraignes weale Clark Iane Gray Lady Iane Gray Hould vp thy hand at the Barre Iane A hand as pure from Treasons Innocence At the white liuerie worne by the Angels in their makers sight Clarke You are heere indited by the names of Guilford Dudly Lord Dudley Iane Gray Lady Iane Gray of Capitall and high Treason against our moste Soueraige Lady the Queenes Maiestie That is to say that you Guilford Dudley and Ladye Iane Gray haue by all possible meanes sought to procure vnto your selues the Royaltie of the Crowne of England to the disinheriting of our new Soueraigne Lady the Queenes Maiestie the true and lawfull Issue to that famous King Henrie the eight and haue manifestly adorned your selues with the states Garland imperiall and haue graunted Warrants Commissions and such like for leuying of men and Souldiers to bee sent against the saide maiestie what answere you to this Inditement guiltie or not guiltie Guil Our answere shall be seuerall like our selves Yet Noble Earle wee confesse the inditement May we not make some Apolegie vnto the Court Norf: It is against the order of the Law therfore directlye pleade vnto the Inditement and then you shall be heard Guil. Against the law For what so ere you say And you will follow it vnto our deathes Norfo: Speake are you guiltie of these crimes or no Iane I le answere first I am and I am not But should we stand vnto the last vnguilty You haue large conscience Iurors to besmeare The fairest browe with stile of Trecherie Norfo The Barrons of the Land shall bee your Iurie Iane An honorable and worthy Tryall And God forbid so many Noblemen Should be made guiltie of our Timelesse deathes Aru You le answere to the Inditement will you not Guil. My Lord I will I am Norf: What are you guiltie or noe Guil. I say vnguiltie still yet I am guiltie Iane Slander not thy selfe If there be any guiltie it was I I was proclaimde Queene I the Crowne should weare Guil. Because I was thy Husband I stand heere Iane Our loues wee 〈◊〉 our selues but not our pride And shall our fathers faults our liues deuide Guil. It was my father that made thee distrest Iane O but for mine my Guilford had beene blest Guil. My Iane had beene as fortunate as faire Iane My Guilford free from this soule greeving care Guils: If wee bee guiltie t is no fault of ours And shall wee die for what 's not in our powers We sought no Kingdome we desired no Crowne It was imposde vpon vs by constraint Like goulden fruite hung on a barren Tree And will you count such forcement treacherie Then make the silver Thames As blacke as Sickts because it was constraind to beare the
THE FAMOVS History of Sir Thomas Wyat 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 LONDON Printed by F. A. for Thomas Archer and are to be solde at his shop in the Popes-head Pallace nere the Royall Exchange 1607 THE Famous Historie of Sir Thomas Wyat. Enter Northumberland and Suffolke Suff: HOw fares the King my Lord speakes he cheerely Nor: Euen as a dying man whose life Like to quicke lighting which is no sooner seene but is extinct Suff: Is the Kings will confirm'd Nor: I that 's the point that we leuel at But oh the confirmation of that will t is all t is all Suff: That will confirme my Daughter Queene Nor. Right my Sonne is marryed to your daughter My Lord in an euen plaine way I will Deriue the Crowne vnto your Daughters head What though the King hath left behinde Two Sisters lawfull and immediate heires To succeed him in his Throane Lyes it not In our powers to contradict it Haue we not the King and Counsels hands vnto it Tut wee stand high in mans opinion And the worldes broad eye Enter Sir Thomas Wyat. Suff. Heere comes Sir Thomas Wyat Nor: Sir Thomas booted and spur'd whether away so fast Wiat. It bootes me not to stay When in this land rebellion beares such sway Gods will a Court T is chang'd Since Noble Henries daies You haue set your handes vnto a will A will you well may call it So wils Northumberland So wils great Suffolke Against Gods will to wrong those Princely Maides Nor. Will you not subscribe your hand with other of the Lords Not with me that in my handes Surprise the Soueraigntie Wyat. I le damb'd my soule for no man no for no man who at doomes day must answere for my sinne Not you nor you my Lordes Who nam'de Queene Iane in noble Henries daies Which of you all durst once displace his issue My Lords my Lords you whet your kniues so sharp To carue your meate That they will cut your fingars The strength is weakenesse that you builde vpon The King is sicke God mend him I God mend him But were his soule from his pale body free Adieu my Lords the Court no court for me Exit Wyat. North. Farwell I feare thee not The Fly is angrie but hee wants a sting And all the Counsell onely this peruerse And peeuish Lord hath onely deny'd his hand To the inuesting of your princely Daughter Hee 's idle and wants power Our Ocean shall these petty brookes deuoure Heere comes his Highnesse Doctor 〈◊〉 Enter Doctor Suff: How fares his Highnesse Doct: His body is past helpe We haue left our practice to the Diuines That they may cure his soule Aru: Past phisickes helpe why then past hope of life Heere comes his Highnesse Preacher Life reuerent man Enter Preacher Pre. Life life though death his body doe disseuer Our King liues with the King of heauen for euer Nor. Dead send for Heralds call me Purseuants Wher 's the King at armes in euerie market towne Proclaime Queene Iane Suff. Best to take the opinion of the Counsell Nort. You are too timorous We in our selues Are power sufficient the King being dead This hand shall place the crowne On Queene Ianes head Trumpets and Drums with your notes resound Her royal name that must in state be crown'd Exeūt Om Enter Guilford and Iane Guil: Our Cousen King is dead Ian: Alasse how small an Vrne containes a King He that ruld all euen with his princely breath Is forc'd to stoope now to the stroake of death Heard you not the proclamation Gui: I heare of it and I giue credit to it What great men feare to be Their feares grow greater Our Fathers grow ambitious And would force vs saile in mightie tempests And are not Lordes of what they doe possesse Are not thy thoughts as great Ian. I haue no thoughts so ranke so growne to head As are our Fathers pride Troth I doe inioy a Kingdome hauing thee And so my paine be prosperous in that What care I though a Sheep-cote be my Pallace Or fairest roofe of honour Gui. See how thy blood keepes course with mine Thou must be a Queene aye me a Queene The flattering belles that shrilly sound At the Kings funerall with hollow heartes Will cowardly call thee Soueraigne For indeed thou wouldst prooue but an Vsurper Ian, Who would weare fetters though they were all of golde Or to be sicke though his faint browes For a wearing Night-cap wore a Crowne Thou must assume a tytle that goes on many feet But t is an office wherein the heartes of Schollers And of Souldiers will depend vppon thy Hearse Were this rightly scand Wee scarce should finde a King in any Land Enter Arundell Arun. Honor and happy reigne Attend the new Maiestie of England Ian: To whome my Lord bends this your aue Arun. To your grace dread Soueraigne You are by the Kings will and the consent Of all the Lords chosen for our Queene Ian: O God! me thinkes you sing my death In parts of musickes lowdnes T is not my turne to rise Enter Northumberland Suffolke with the Purse and the Mace with others Nor: The voice of the whole Land-speakes in my tongue It is concluded your Maiestie must ride From hence vnto the Tower there to stay Vntill your Coronation Ian: O God! Suff. Why sighes your Maiestie Ian: My Lord and Father I pray tell me Was your Fathers Father ere a King Suff. Neuer and it like your grace Ian. Would I might still continue of his lyne Not trauell in the cloudes It is often seene the heated blood That couets to be royall leaues off ere it be noble My learned carefull King what must we goe Gui. We must Ian. Then it must be so Nor. Set forward then A dead march and passe round the stage and Guilford speakes The Towre will be a place of ample state Some lodgings in it will like dead mens sculs Remember vs of frailty Gui. We are led with pompe to prison O propheticke soule Lo we ascend into our chaires of State Like funerall Coffins in some funerall Pompe descending to their graues But we must on How can we fare well to keep our Court Where Prisoners keepe their caue A florish Exeunt Omnes Enter Queene Mary with a Prayer Booke in her hand like a Nun Mary Thus like a Nun not like a Princesse borne Descended from the Royall Henries loynes Liue I inuirond in a house of stone My Brother Edward liues in pompe and state I in a mansion here all ruinate Their rich attire delicious banquetting Their seuerall pleasures all their pride and honour I haue forsaken for a rich prayer Booke The Golden Mines of wealthy India Is all as drosse compared to thy sweetnesse Thou art the ioy and comfort of the poore The euerlasting blisse in thee we finde This little volume inclosed in