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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

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 Ma●. 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 liberàll 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