Petitions to Record Yet all wou'd be in vain to Save thy Soul Hadst thou not brought this Saint into the World Dutch Alas I was not Born to be so Curst To pull down Vengeance or worse Death on her Nor Fate nor Malice too can be so Cruel To touch her Life Pemb. O Iane O pretious Light That thou shou'dst be the Off-spring of such Night Thus to our wonder Nature often shews The Thorniest Brake may bear the Sweetest Rose The rarest Graft does from the Crab-Tree shoot And loathsom'st Soil begets the Richest Fruit. Wise Providence no sooner did Create One Woman by mischance to be Man's Fate But did another make to Save us straight O Heav'n O Hell To Mankind all or nought O deadly Poison Pretious Antidote Like Vipers Good and Bad ye Virtues have To cure the deadly wounds your Fellows gave Dutch Insult not o're the Frailties of a Woman But for Poor Iane and for her Sister's sake That lies in the soft Bosom of thy Son Join all thy Power and Interest with the Queen And throw 'em with thy self beneath her Feet To beg for pitty ' midst this Fatal Crew Her Father's Life and Hers She cannot grant you less That snatcht the Crown from her Unlawful Head And put it on her own Pemb. Last Night the Queen Arriv'd at Greenwich but Declares by Vow She will not see the Town nor think of Mercy Till all are Sentenc'd which must be this Morning Soon as the Lords are form'd in t' a Tribunal Northumberland by Arrundel Attach'd His greatest Foe and Posted back to Town No sooner was Dismounted from his Horse But hurried to his Judges in the Hall Dutch The worst Severity on him can ne're Be thought too Cruel Pemb. See the Horrid Shew Lady Jane Gilford Northumberland with three of his other Sons the Marquess of Northampton and several other Prisoners of Quality pass over the Stage Guarded as to their Tryals in a Solmen Manner Behold and if thou hast nor Eyes nor Daggers To penetrate within thy Marble Heart View here a sight wou'd Mortifie the Friends These thy own Bowels which th' Inhumane hands Have torn from thence and hurl'd to Execution Thy Husband Daughter Son in Law poor Gilford The Marquess of Northampton with his Friends The Wretched Dudly too O pitious Object With four of his Unhappy Sons Attended In sad Procession dismal Order come Dutch Ha! Is that Heav'n and are not those her Followers A Golden Troop of Angels No they are not What does that Fiend Northumberland do with her Pemb. See how she takes her Gilford by the Hand Smiling upon him and does seem to say 'T is a more welcome Coronation Day O Blest and Happy Train In following her Your Crimes are all Atton'd for and Forgiven Thus led by her you needs must go to Heaven Dutch Ha! Pemb. Behold the Spoils of thy Luxurious Pride The Trophies of thy Female fierce Ambition O Woman Born to put the Sin in thought Which your first Mother and the Devil got Lest Heav'n in Mercy shou'd forget the Stain And call the Curse on Mankind back again Dutch Where are they gone Pemb. To Hell where shou'd Northumberland be gone To suffer for the Sin that thou hast taught 'em For thy Ambition to be scourg'd with Scepters With red hot Crowns their Temples to be sear'd And burning Globes be hurl'd about their Ears Like Tennis Balls to make the Devils sport Dutch Ha! Have I found thee Ante-Monarchy Go Preach Damnation to thy Cursed Tribe I 'le hear no more such Doctrine Pemb. How she stares How wild she talks Heav'ns I have done amiss This Sight and Apprehension of my words Have turn'd her Wits Dutch What say'st thou Hypocrite Avant I find thee now thou art a Puritan A Pulpit Devil I know thee by thy Cant And thy Geneva Tone thy Cap and Night-Cap Pemb. Hell Dutch I 'le not to Hell Hell is a Commonwealth A Parliament of Rebels Pemb. Madam resume your Wise Couragious Temper I was to blame and meant not this in earnest By all my Hopes I 'me sorry for th' Attempt Your Daughter's Guardian Angel will Protect her Call back the Sentence of the Merciless Laws And stay the Ax from falling on her Head The Queen will Dutch Queen Did you talk of Queens and Axes ha Run Slaves fetch me my Rods and Axes straight Haste to the Forum usher in your Empress Lead to the Senate and Proclaim my Coming Do they deny me Entrance Down with the Gates Off with their Hinges Seize the Capital I 'le make 'em know that I am Caesar's Daughter Look how the fearful Rogues in Scarlet crouch Their trembling Joints and tottering Sconces shake Like Heads of Poppy on their quivering Stalks Give me the Crown Northumberland I 'le seize it Ha! Are you Mute And will not Vote me then Where are my Legions Pile your Faggots round Burn this Rebellious Swarm within their Hive And set the Gawdy Streets of Rome on Fire O! Nero was a Gallant Prince Exit Dutchess Enter Gardner with the Great Seal Attendants Gard. Most Noble Lord Commanded by the Queen I am Commission'd to make one amongst The Judges of her Crown the King's Bench Court An Honour I am Proud of under Pembroke Who is to set Chief Justice for the Day Pemb. My Lord of Winchester and Chancellor This Favour of our Sovereign is Divine Yet not too Great for her we must Arraign Why have you left the Court of Peers my Lords How is the Great Northumberland come off And the Bold Marquess of Northampton Gard. Both are Condemn'd but for the Duke of Suffolk The Queen has Pardon'd him before his Tryal Pemb. A Happy Omen may it be the Prologue To her more wisht for Mercy to his Daughter Gard. The Business of this Grand Consult was short The Haughty Duke who in Prosperity Towr'd like the King of Birds and vy'd the Sun Whilst lesser Flyers of the lower Region Flagg'd out of sight and panted to behold him Yet now in his Disgrace no humble Quarry Dasht from the Pounces of the frightful Hawk Did creep and tremble on the ground so vile Pemb. The Nature of an Upstart Base and Mean None more Imperious Lofty Proud in Office But when Degraded none more Cringing Poor and Fawning Gard. He offer'd but a weak Defence still Pleading That he did Act but by Authority And under the Impression of this Seal His main Exception was against the Lords Urging they could not be his Lawful Judges By whose Commands in Council he Proceeded And they with him Obey'd the Queen in Power Pemb. A stunning Question that Gard. 'T was soon Resolv'd this Seal was prov'd to be The Seal of an Usurper no more Lawful Than any Rebel's putting on a Crown Makes a True King Then for the Lords Wou'd you have all the Council Punish'd for The Treason of this foul Rebellious Duke That one Man's curst Ambition drew 'em to That were a Cruel Decimation worse Than the most Barbarous Justice
of Old Rome The Innocent to suffer with the Guilty As there perhaps the Valiant with the Coward Pemb. Then my Lord For all these strong Exceptions of the Duke Since no Attainder was against the Peers His Brethren in Guilt they by our Laws Were held as equal Judges as the best Gard. They were I 'le wait on you my Lord. As they are going out Suffolk meets them and Jane and Gilford at at another Door as going to their Tryals Gard. My Lord of Suffolk wou'd you ought with us Ia. Alas my Father Pemb. What wou'd your Grace The Court does stay my Lord. Suff. If you want Woe to set the nicest touch And Master stroak of Sorrow on this Scene To make this sad Tribunal more compleat And solemn than the last partake of mine Pemb. Wou'd you have any thing that we can grant you Suff. I run to you for shelter from my Griefs But find I must despair to meet it here Such Storms of Misery have shook our House The Pillars of it crack beneath the weight And I am only left to tell the Story Ambitious Fires have sear'd us to the Bone Like Lightning pierc'd and made its fatal way Into the inmost Closets of the Mind Gard. My Lord Suff. The wretched Mother of that woful Daughter The Wife of this Inhumane Flinty Bosom Is grown Distracted by a furious Grief Her Sence dug up and rooted like a Mine Scourg'd by her Tyrant Sorrow from its Throne And like a Fury driven about its House Alas she 's mad Ia. What said my Lord What speaks my Father Suff. Mad as the raging Billows of the Sea The bated Panther or Nemaean Lyon Or as the Tyger in his search of Prey When cruel Appetite had whet his Fury Ia. Just Heav'n these are beginnings of the Treat That w' are invited to partake e're long Suff. O thou best Child of all thy tender Sex Thou Sanctuary of Innocence Let me adore thee It was not long since these Ambitious Arms Took thee by force fast bound thee to the Throne And put the Crown with Threatnings on thy Head For which my Lords lift up your awful hands And with your Sword of Justice cut 'em off These Knees the vile Examples to the Croud That taught 'em first to bow to my Ambition Let 'em do Pennance thus and kneel for ever Kneels Ia. What means my Lord I did not think to stain My haughty and couragious Innocence With the least drop but this alas has wrack'd me My Father's Woes and Mother's dreadful Story Has rung a Torrent from my bleding Eyes With fiercer pain than Vitals from my Heart O best of Fathers wou'd you bless me rise This is the worst of all Idolatries Gard. My Lord of Pembrook see the Court expects us Suff. Stay stay you eager Ministers of Fate In whose one hand is Life the other Death Pemb. My Lord what mean you Suff. Is it for nought dear Country Men you see A guilty Father kneeling to his Daughter Gard. You act against the Justice of our Place We dare nor hear nor suffer this my Lord You must remove from hence till Sentence given Ia. Rise O my Father Gilford lend thy hand This posture does infect our Innocent Blood And makes me guilty of the shame I suffer Pemb. My Lord we must desire you to depart Or else desist and leave us to our Duty Suff. First hear me Lords your Breath is as the Gods As is the voice of Heav'n pronouncing Justice Let not grim Statutes nor the Judges sway you Your Breasts are Oracles and your Decrees Inevitable Acts without Appeal Gard. This is so great a Fact against the Laws Such Boldness to obstruct the course of Justice We blush to hear therefore my Lord be gone Suff. What tho' the Law has stil'd her an Usurper Turn your Eyes inward probe 'em to your hearts Your Consciences from whom is no Appeal Know that your selves the Judges and the Lords Gave both your Votes your Threatnings and your Prayers To set this Innocent against her Will Upon the Throne for which she 's now Arraign'd And for your faults must suffer as a Martyr Pemb. My Lord Suff. Yet yet permit me Hold you that favour from a Duke which you Allow your common Prostitutes of Law A mouth stufft with the Frazes of his Client Suffer an Advocate to rail for Gain A Lawyer for his Fee and will not hear A wretched Father for his Daughter plead Gard. You Preach to Rocks and howl unto the Seas W' are deaf as they to what we dare not hear You must obey the Dictates of the Law And so farewell Exeunt Pemb. and Gard. Suff. Go then but take a Fathers Curse along A wretched Father blast of all his Issue May you like me despairing live like me See all your Children Slaughter'd in your sight And when you come to die consent to 't Heav'n If you to save your selves condemn this Saint May your black Souls on Blasphemy take Wings And meet your just Rewards like Fiends in Hell Ia. O Sir Suff. Weep not thou drooping Flower thou mourning Angel Bright as a Cherubim thou shalt descend Or like a Planet gayer than the Sun Sit with the awfull Judge of all the World At the last day Arraign 'em at the Bar Of Heav'n and plunge them into Fires for this Iane Ia. Sir O Father Suff. O Son O Daughter of my Bowels I bode these Eyes shall never see thee more Far as from Earth to the Immortal Dwelling This Moment parts thee from thy Wretched Father Stain not with Tears th' Injustice nor thy Wrongs But let the Task of Weeping all be mine Ia. This is a Tryal harder to be born Than that we go to meet with Suff. Hadst thou been set by Tygers in the Desart I cou'd have charm'd 'em sooner than thy Judges Or hadst been rack'd upon the milder Ocean I cou'd have swam and born thee o'er the Billows Immur'd with fires I cou'd have snatch'd thee thus And held thy Body in these Arms unscorch'd Pull'd thee from forth the Jaws of Plagues and Famine But from inexorable Laws and Judges I cannot Ia. Blame not the Laws nor mitigate my Crime But bless the Queen that sav'd my Father's life Speak Comfort to my Mother and be Loyal Farewell Suff. Be Loyal What a Parodox is that Can Suffolk Loyal be when thou art slain Preach Loyalty to Lucifer that fell To Tygers that are rob'd to Fiends in Hell But not to me my Child A long Farewell Ex. Suff. Scence draws and discovers Pembrook Gardner Iudges Officers and all Formalities of the Court Pemb. My Lord Chief Justice and my Lords the Judges I am not ignorant that this great Session Is the most prime Prerogative of the Crown The highest and most awful Seat of Justice And that the Queen presides in Person here Above all other Courts Gard. Room for the Lady make the Prisoners way Pemb. Most Virtuous Lady we intreat you sit Ia. My Lord you might have
spar'd the stile of Virtuous Ill sits that Title on Delinquents Brows We come to be Arraign'd by other Names Gard. Now pray proceed my Lord. Pemb. I come not here to alter any Rules Neither to act in favour nor against The Noble Prisoners now to be Arraign'd Nor that the Queen suspects your Trust my Lords But know most equal Judges of the Land This most unfortunate this Princely Lady Whom y' are to try besides her Godlike Parts Such rare and vast Endowments of her Mind Which far excel all Paterns of her Sex That ever went before her likewise is Of such high Birth and of a Line so Sacred That the bright Beams proceeding from the Sun Come not more near to the Imperial Light That guilds the World than she is to the Royal Fountain Yet so severe so straiten'd are our Laws She cannot claim the Priviledge of her Peers Which some this day though far beneath her Person In right of Blood and Virtues are allow'd Gard. First let a Chair be brought Pemb. We beg you wou'd sit down Ia. Shou'd I a Criminal sit down before My immortal Judge above and Judges here Yet think not Noble Lords I hither come Before my Mind had form'd within it self The fiercest grim Idea of your Justice Which e're a Mortal Guilt cou'd pull from Heav'n Nor think I can be frighted with your Forms Tho' all your Scarlet Robes shot Flames of Fire And all your words were Parthian Darts to hit me In my uneasie Pomp I felt the dread And when the fatal Crown was on my Head This Shew was in my Heart Gilf. Go on and strike your Thunder through our Ears Shoot all your Barbarous Terms of frightful Laws Paint to our Eyes the Monstrous Shapes of Judgment Look terrible as executing Angels And for your simple Sword to plague us more Produce your whole Artillery of Justice I 'll bear 'em all and if I chance to faint Steal but a look from hence and I am heal'd Gard. Proceed in calling Witnesses Pemb. Stay give me first the Charge Most Noble Lady 'T is the Queen's Pleasure you shou'd be Arraign'd Not as vile Rogues and foulest Traytors are With one hand trembling giving my Commission And with the other lifted up to Heav'n She cry'd alas and then some Tears that fell Stopp'd for a while the rest she had to say I give thee this not to be Slave to Statutes But curb the rigid Law be merciful Let Royal Pity Seal thy tender Breast And if thou weep'st say 't was thy Queen that taught thee The form of your Indictment you have heard I 'll only then repeat the substance to you Gard. Most Worthy Gentlemen that are the Jury Cast your eyes on the Prisoners at the Bar And hear my Lord pronounce their mighty Charge Pemb. Madam and you my Lord are both Indicted As false and Perjur'd Traytors to the Queen O that those Syllables Were Poison to the Tongue from whence they flow'd E'er I had breath to utter such a sound That you I say contriv'd and levy'd War Against our Soveraign Lady now the Queen And both together Trayterously depos'd Whilst Madam you Usurp'd the Royal Throne Of England and Proclaim'd your self its Queen Your True and Lawful Soveraign then alive And this I think 's the Substance of your Charge To which you both must plead and now be Try'd Gard. What say you are you Guilty or not Guilty Gilf. My Lord to this Indictment at the Bar As to Deposing of the Queen to kill her And our repeating Murders in her Kingdoms To the malitious words as they are laid We say we are not guilty yet intend No Plea in Bar of Justice for the Angels Are not more clear from the vile sin of Devils Than were our Souls from such a black Design But now my Lord to cut this tedious Loom That else wou'd be too long a winding up And make the cause but short To spare your florid Council in the Laws Their hoard of Eloquence for time of need To let 'em fall like Torrents on the Heads Of sturdy Malefactors at the Bar As to th' Offence the Treason of the mind We still persist and plead our Innocence But to the Fact on which the Law takes hold We say w' are Guilty Pemb. Ha! Gilford Lady think on what you say Gard. You say y' are Guilty both Pemb. For Heav'ns sake pray my Lord Ia. Gilf. We are both Guilty Pemb. Seas and vast Mountains fall upon my head Rather than this be real See O Iane Thy Judge descending from his Throne of Justice Both Sword and Scales he throws beneath thy Feet His Life to boot to save thy drop of Blood Consider what thou say'st Gilf. Ia. We both are Guilty Pemb. O Gilford say 't not for a Kingdom Gard. Record their Plea and this their bold Confession They 've own'd the Charge and you must find 'em guilty Gilf. Pronounce our Doom why d' ye delay our Sentence Pemb. O Pattern of the brightest Saint in Heav'n Recall that word the Terror of which sound Has struck thy Judges with a Mortal Wonder We had a thousand hopes to save thy life But now alas have none Gard. Madam and you my Lord are both convicted And you must now prepare to hear your Sentence If you have any thing to say against it Or why it should not pass the Court will hear you Ia. What can I say to beg my Life I will not Gard. Then hear the Court My Lord pronounce Ia. A word my Lords My Lord of Pembrook you are our Relation The Queen owes to your Loyalty and Virtue All that she has the Banishment of Treason And this most welcome and applauded Justice You my Lord Chancellor are Wise and Just With Pity that adorns your Pious Function And you my Lords the Judges read in Statutes Learn'd in the Laws and Customs of the Nation Behold this Noble Youth undone by me This goodly Flower nipp'd in its tender growth By me a Poysonous Yew a fatal Blast I do not sue to bar your welcome Justice To take my life out of the Scale but his Commend him as an Object to the Queen As she wou'd spare a Child that 's to be born Whose Parent had like me committed Treason The thoughtless Infant sleeping in the Womb. Pemb. Madam we 'll faithfully obey your Pleasure And hope the Queen as readily will grant Gilf. Hear her not awful Judges noble Pembrook But let your Godlike Justice strike th' Offender By me she 's here by my Ambition err'd And when the Nation all combin'd to force her You all can witness how she bore th' Assault Stood like the Capitol Besieg'd by Gauls Whilst the whole Roman Empire was at Stake And when nor Prayers nor Tears nor Threats cou'd move her Her Parents danger nor my Love so priz'd Till she beheld a Weapon at this Breast She stood impregnable to all those Batteries And then at last did suffer to be dragg'd More like a Malefactor in