King Welcome Lord Bonneuet welcome Bishop What from our brother brings this Embassage Bonneuet Most faire cōmends great renowned Hen We in the person of our Lord and King Here of your highnesse doe intreate a League And to reedifie the former peace Held betwixt the Realmes of England and of France Of late disordred for some pettie wrongs And pray your Maiestie to stay your powers Alreadie leuied in low Burgandie Which to maintaine our oaths shall be ingadge And to confirme it with more surety He craues your faire consent vnto his loue And giue the Lady Mary for his Queene The second sister to your Royall selfe So may an heire springing from both your bloods Make both Realmes happie by a lasting league King Wee kindely doe receiue your Maisters loue And yet our grant stands stronge vnto his suit If that no following censure feeble it For we herein must take our Counsels aide But howsoeuer our answere shall be swift Meane time we grant you faire accesse to woe And winne her if you can to be his Queene Our selfe will second you Right welcome both Lord Cardinall these Lords shall be your Guests But let our Treasure wast to welcome them Banquet them how they will what cheere what sport Let them see Harry keepes a kingly Court VVolsie I shall my Soueraigne Ex. Wools Ki With draw a while our selues will follow ye Now will are you not deceiu'd in this Embassage You heard they came for aide against the Turke Will. Well then now I see there is loud lies told in London But al 's on for their comming 's to as much purpose as the other king And why I pray Wil. Why dost thou thinke thy sister such a foole to marrie such an old dies veneris he get her with Prince I when either I or the Cardinall prooue Pope and that will neuer be I hope King How knowest thou him to be old thou neuer sawest him VVill. No nor he me but I saw his picture with ner-a toothe the head out and all his beard as well fauoured as a white frost but it is no matter if he haue her he will dye shortly and then she may help to bury him Enter Ladyes 1 Lad. Runne Runne good Maddam call the Ladyes in Call for more Womens helpe the Queene is sicke 2 Lad For Gods loue goe backe againe and warme more clothes O let the wine be well burned I charge yee VVill I In any case or I cannot drinke it doost thou heare Harry what a coile they keepe I warrant these women will drinke thee vp more wine with their gossipping then was spent in all the Conduits at thy Coronation Enter Lady Mary and the Countes of Salisbury King T is no matter Will How now Ladies La Mary I beseech your grace command the foole forth of the pesence k. Away William you must be gone her 's womens matters in hand Willi Let them speake loe then I le not out of the roome sure Count Come come let 's thrust him out he 'le not sturre else Will: Thrust me nay and ye goe to thrusting I le thrust some of you downe I warrant ye King Nay goe good William VVill. I le out of their company Harry they will scratch worse then cats if they catch me therefore I le hence and leaue them God boy Ladyes do you heare Maddam Mary you had neede to be wary my newes is worth a white-cake you must play at tennis with old Saint Dennis and your maiden-heade must lye at the stake Exit King Ha ha the foole tels you true my gentle sister But to our businesse how fares my Queene How fares my Iane has she a sonne for me To raise againe our kingdomes soueraignty Lady Mary That yet rests doubtfull O my princely Lord Your poore distressed Queene lyes weake and sicke And be it sonne or daughter deere she buyes it Euen with her deerest life for one must dye All Womens helpe is past Then good my Leige Resolue it quickly if the Queene shall liue The Child must die or if it life recelues You must your hapeles Queene of life bereaue Ki. You peirce me with your newes run send for helpe Spend the reuenewes of my Crowne for aide To saue the life of my beloued Queene How hap't she is so ill attended on That we are put to this extremity To saue the Mother or the child to dye Countesse I beseech your grace resolue immediatly King Immediatly saist thou O t is no quicke resolue Can giue good verdit in so sad a choise To loose my Queene that is my some of blisse More vertuous than a thowsand Kingdomes be And should I lose my Sonne if Sonne it be That all my subiects to desire to see I loose the hope of this great Monarchy What shall I doe Lady Marie Remember the Queene my Lord King I not forget her Sister O poore soule But I forget thy paine and miserie Goe let the Childe die let the Mother liue Heauens powerfull hand may more children giue Away and comfort her with our reply Harry will haue his Queene though thowsands die I know no issue of her princely wombe Why then should I preferre 't before her life Exit La. Whose death ends all my hopefull loyes on earth God's will be done for suer it is his will For secret reasons to himselfe best knowne Perhaps he did mould forth a Sonne for me And seeing that sees all in his creation To be some impotent and coward spirit Vnlike the figure of his Royall Father Has thus decrede least he should blurre out fame As Whylome did the sixt king of my name Loose all his Father the first Henrie wonne I le thanke the Heauens for taking such a Sonne Whos 's within there Enter Compton My Lord king Goe Compton bid Lord Seimer come to me The honor'd Father of my wofull Queene Now now what newes L. Marie We did deliuer what your highnesse wild Which was no sooner by her grace receiud But with the sad report she seemd as dead Which causd vs stay after recourerie She sent vs backe t' intreate your Maiestie As euer you did take delight in her As you preferre the quiet of her soule That now is readie to forsake this life As you desire to haue the life of one She doth intreate your grace that she may dye Least both doth perish in this agonie For to behold the infant suffer death Were endlesse tortures made to stop her breath Then to my Lord quoth she thus gently say The child is faire the mother earth and clay King Sad messenger of woe oh my poore Queene Canst thou so soone consent to leaue this life So pretious to our soule so deere to all To yeeld the hopefull yssue of thy loines To raise our second comfort well be it so Ill be it so stay I reuoke my word But that you say helpes not for she must dye Yet if ye can saue both I le giue my crowne Nay all I haue and
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
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
my honored Lords If this faire houre exceede not her expect And passe the callender of her accounts Shee will heare this Embassage Iane wilt thou nor Q Iane Yes my deere Lord I cannot leaue your sight So long as life retaines this Mantion In whose sweete lookes bright soueraigntyes in Thronde That make all Nations loue and honor thee Within thy frame sits Awfull Maiestie Wrethed in the curled furrowes of thy fronte Admird and feard euen of thine enemies To be with thee is my felicitie Not to behold the state of all the world Could winne thy Queene thy sicke vnwildie Queene To leaue her Chamber in this mothers state But sight of thee vnequall potent ate Kyng God a-mercie Iane reach me thy princely hand Thou art now a right woman goodly cheife of thy sex Me thinkes thou art a Queene suparlatiue Mother a God this is a womans glorie Like good September Vines loden with fruite How ill did they define the name of wemen Adding so soule a preposition To call it woe to man t is woe from man If woe it be and then who dus not know That weomen still from men receaue their woe Yes hey loue men for it but what 's their gaine Poore soules no more but trauaile for their paine Come loue thou art sad call Will Sommers in to Make her merrie where is the foole to day Dud. He was met my Leige they say at London Earely this morning with Doctor Skelton I le Hes neuer from him goe let a grome be sent And fetch him home my good Lord Cardinall Who are the cheife of these Embassadors Wool Lord Boneuet the French high Admirall And Iohn de Mazo reuerent Bishop of Paris King Let their welcome be thy care good Woolsie Wool It shall my Liege Enter Cumpton King Spare for no cost Compton what newes Cump. Embassadors my Liege King Inough go giue them entertainement Lords Charles Brandon hearst thou giue them courtesie Inough and state inough go conduct them Brand. I go my Lord Enter Will sommers booted and spurved blowing a horne King How now William what post post where haue you bene riding Will. Out of my way old Hary I am all on the spurre I can tell yee I haue tidings worth telling King Why where hast thou bin Wil. Marrie I rise early and ride post to London to know what newes was here at Court King Was that your neerest way William Will. O I the verie foote pathe but yet I rid the horse way to here it I warrant there is nere a Cundhead keeper in Londō but knowes what is done in all the Courts in Cristendome Wolsie And what is the best newes there William VVill. Good newes for you my Lord Cardinall for one of the old wemen Waterbearers told me for certain that last Friday all the belles in Rome Rang backward there was a thowsand Derges sung sixe hundred auemaries said euerie man washt his face in holy water the people crossing and blessing themselues to send them a new Pope for the old is gon to purgatory VVolsie Ha ha ha Will. Nay my Lord you 'd laugh if 't were so indeed for euery bodie thinks if the Pope were dead you gape for a benefice but this newes my Lord is cald too good to be true King But this newes came a pace Will that came from Rome to London since Friday last Will. For t was at Billings-gate by Satterday Morning t was a full Moone and it came vp in a spring tide Kin. Then you here of the Embassadors that are come Wills I I that was the cause of my ryding to know what they came for I was told it all at a Barbars King Ha ha what a fooles this Iane and what doe they say he comes for Will William Marry they say he comes to craue thy aide against the great Turk that vowes to ouerrunne all France within this fortnight he 's in a terrible rage belike they say the reason is his old god Mamet that was buried i th top on 's Church at Meca his Tombe fell downe and kilde a Sowe and seuen Pigges whereupon they thinke all swines flesh is new sanctified and now it is thought the Iewes wil fall to eating of porke extreamely after it king This is strang indeede but is this all Will. No there is other newes that was told me among the wemen at a backe house and that is this they say the great Bell in glassenberie Tor has told twise and that king Arthur and his Knights of the round Table that were buried in Armour are aliue again crying Saint Gorge for England and meane shortly to conquere Rome marrie this is thought to be but a morrall king The Embassadors are comming and heare William see that you be silent when you see them heare William I le be wise and say little I warrant thee and therefore till I see em come I le go talke with the Queene how dost thou lane sirra Harrie shee lookes verie bigge vpon me but I care not and shee bring thee a young Prince Will sommers may hap's be his foole whē you two are both dead and rotten Kin: Goe to William how now Iane what groning Gods me th' hast an Angrie soldiers frowne William I thinke to Harrie thou hast prest her often I am sure this two yeres she has seru'd vnder thy stādard Q lane Good faith my Lord I must intreat your grace That with your fauour I may leaue the presence I cannot stay to heare this Embassage king Gods holy mother Ladies leau her to her chāber Goe bid the Midwiues and the Nursses v. aight Make hole some fiers and take her from the Ayer Now Iane God bring me but a chopping boy Be but the Mother to a Prince of Wales Ad a ninth Henrie to the English Crowne And thou mak'st full my hopes faire Queene adew And may heauens helping hand our ioyes renew Comp: God make your Maiestie a happie Mother Dud: And helpe you in your weakest passions With zealous prayer we all will inuocate The powers deuine for your deliuerie Q lane We thanke you all and in faire enterchange We 'l pray for you now on my my humble knees I take my leaue of your high Maiestie God send your highnesse long and happie Raigne And blesse this kingdome and your subiects lyues And to your gratious heart all ioy restore I feare I shall neuer behold you more King Doe not thinke so faire Queene goe to thy bed Let not my loue be so discomforted Wil No no I warrāt thee Iane make hast dispatch this That thou maist haue another against next Christmas King Ladies attend her Countesse of Salisburie sister Mary VVho first brings word that Harrie hath a Son Shall be rewarded well Will, I I le bee his suertie but doe you heare wenches shee that brings the first tydings how soeuer it fall out lot her be sure to say the Child 's like the father or els shee shall haue nothing Enter Lords and Embassadors
thee because thou carriest a Sword and Buckler yet th art not right Cauelere thou knowst not how to vse them thaste a heauie arme King I a good smart stroke Will. Thou cutst my head indeed but t was no play thou layest open enough I could haue entred at my pleasure King Nay I haue stout guard I assure ye Wil. Childish to a man of valour when thou shouldst haue borne thy Buckler here thou lettest it fall to thy knee thou gauest mee a wipe but t was meere chaunce but had we not beene parted I had taught ye a little Schoole play I warrant ye Brandon speakes within Brandon What hoe porter who keepes the gates there Porter Who knockes so fast Enter Brandon and Compton hastily Compt. Stand by sirrah Porter Keepe backe I say whither wil ye presse amongst the prisoners Bran. Sirrah to the Court and we must in Port. Why sir the courts not kept eth Counter to day Bran. Yes when the king is there All happinesse betide our Soueraigne Will. Sownes king Harry 1. Pri. Lord I beseech thee no All We all intreat your grace to pardon vs King Stand vp good men beshrew ye Brandon for discoeouering vs we shall not spend our time so well this moneth but there 's no remedie now the worst is this The court good fellowes must be remoued the sooner Ye all are courtiers yet Nay nay come forward Euen now you know we were more familiar You see pollicies holdes not alwayes currant I am found out and so I thinke will you be Goe Porter let him be remoued to Newgate This place I see is too secure for him Wee le send you further word for his bestowin 1. Pri I beseech your Grace King There 's no grace in thee nor none for thee Goe away with him Exit Porter and Prisoner Will. Sownes I shall to Tyburne presently King Gentlemen you that haue beene wrongde by my seruants and the Cardinals shall giue me neerer notes of it Both what they are and how much debt they owe yee Send your petitions to the Court to me And doubt not but you shall haue remedie There 's fortie Angels drinke to King Harries health And thinke withall much wrong Kings men may do The which their maisters nere consent vnto 2 Pris. God bless your Maiesty with happy life That thus respect your wofull subiects griefe King Where 's Black VVill nay come neerer man I came neerer you though yee mislikte my play VVill. Beth Lord your Maiesties the best sword and buckler man in Europe ye lye as close to your wards carrie your point as faire that no Fencer comes neere ye for gallant Fence-play King Nay now yee flatter me Will. Foregod yee broake my head most gallantly King I But t was but by chance ye know but now your heads broke you looke for a plaster I am sure Will. And your grace will giue me leaue I le put it vp and goe my waies presently King Nay soft syr the Keeper wil denie yee that priuiledge Come hither syrrha because ye shal know King Harrie loues a man I perceiue there 's some mettall in thee there 's twentie Angels for thee marrie it shall be to keepe yee in prison still till we haue further vse for ye If yee can breake through watches with egres and regres so valiantly ye shal doote amongst your countries enemies VVill. The wars sweet King t is my delight my desire my chaire of state create me but a tattord Corporall and giue me some preheminence ouer the vulgar hot-shots and I beat them not forward to as braue attempts and march my selfe I th Vantguard as ere carried against a Castle wall break my head in two places more and consume me with the mouth of a double culuering I le liue and dye with thee sweet King King T will be your best course sir goe take him in VVhen we haue need of men wee le send for him VVill. God bless your maiestie I le goe drinke to your health Exit King Begon sir keeper I thanke you for our lodging Nay indeed I doe I know had ye known vs it had bin better Praie tell the Constable that brought vs hither We thanke him and commend his faithful seruice Gentlemen le ts heare from you so God morrow Keeper there 's for my fees discharge the offices And giue them charge that none discouer vs Till we are past the citie in this disguise we came Wee le keepe vs still and so depart againe Once more God morrow you may now report Your connter was one night king Henries court Away and leaue vs Brandon what further newes Exit Bran. The old king of France is dead my Liege And left your sister Mary a young widdow King God forbid man what not so soone I hope She has not yet bin married fortie daies Is this newes certaine Bran. Most true my Lord King Alas poore Mary so soone a widdow Before thy wedding robes be halfe worne out We must then prepare black funerall garments too Well wee le haue her home the league is broake And wee le not trust her safetie with the French Charles Brandon you shall goe to France for her See that your traine be richly furnished And if the daring French braue thee in attempts Of honour Barriers Tilt and Tarnament So to retaine her bare thee like thy selfe An English man dreadlesse of the prowdest And highly scorning lowly hardinesse Bran. I shall my Soueraigne and in her honour I le cast a challenge through all the court And dare the proudest Peere in France for her King Commend me to the Ladie Catherine Parry Giue her this Ring tell her on sunday next She shall be Queene and crownde at Westminster And Anne of Cleaue shall be sent home againe Come syrs wee le leaue the citie and the counter now The day begins to breake le ts hye to court And once a quarter we desire such sport Exit Enter the Cardinall reading a letter Bonner in his Bishops Râ—â—bes VVol. My reuerent Lord of London Our trustie friend the king of France is dead And in his death our hopes are hindred The Emperour too mislikes his praises But we shall crosse him for t I doubt it not And tread vpon his pompe imperiall That thus hath wrongde the English Cardinall Bon. Your graces letters by Campeus sent I doubt not but shall worke your full content Wol. I that must be our safest way to worke Monie will make vs men when men stand out The Bastard Fredericks to attaine the place Hath made an offer to the Cardinalls Of threescore thousand pound which we will pay Three times thrice double ere we lose the day Enter Will Sommers and Patch Patch Come cousen Willian I le bring yee to my Lord Cardinall presently Will. I thanke yee cousen and when you come to the court I le bring you to the King againe yee knowe cousen he gaue yee an angell Patch I but he gaue me such a blow
I see the greatest Lutherin How is your counsels we proceede in these Bon. t ware best your grace did send her to the Towre Before they further doe consit with her Kin. Let it be so go get a warrant drawne And with a strong garde beare her to the Towre Our hand shall signe your large commission Let Cranmer from the Prince be straight remooued And come not neere the Court on paine of death Mother a God shall I be baffeld thus By traitors rebels and false heritickes Get Articles for her araignement readie If she of treason be conuict I sweare Her head goes off were she my kingdomes aire Sound Exit Enter the Prince Cranm Tye and the young Lords Prin. Cranmer Cran. My Lord Prin. Where is Franciscoe our Italian Tutor Cran. He does attend your Grace without my Lord Prin. Tell him anon we will conferre with him Wee le plie our learning Browne least you be beaten We will not haue your Knighthood so disgrast Brow I thanke yee good my Lord And your Grace would but a little plie your learning I warrant yee I le keepe my Knighthood from breeching Prin. Faith Ned I will how now what letter 's that 1. Ser. From your Graces sister the Lady Mary Prin. Come giue it me we gesse at the contents Cranmer my sister oft hath writ to me That you and Bishop Bonner might conferre About these points of new Religion Tell me Tutor will yee dispute with him Cran. With all my hart my Lord and wish the king Would daine to here our disputarion Prin. What hast thou there 2. Ser. A Letter from your royall sister young Elizabeth Prin. Another Letter ere we open this Well we will view them both immediatly I pray yee attend vs in the next Chamber And Tutors if I call yee not before Giue me some notice if the king my Father Be walkt abroade I must goe visite him Tye. We will faire Prince Prin. What sayes my sister Mary she is eldest And by due course must first be answered The blessed Mother of thy redeemer with all the Angels holy Saints be intermissers to preserue thee of Idolatrie to inuocate the Saints for helpe Alas good sister still in this opinion These are thy blinded Tutors Bonner Gardner That wrong thy thoughts with foolish herisies He read no farther to him will Edward pray For preseruation that can him selfe preserue me Without the helpe of Saint or cerimonie What writes Elizabeth sweete sister thou hast my hart And of Prince Edwards loue hast greatest part Sweet Prince I salute thee with a Sisters loue Be stedfast in thy faith and let thy prayers Be dedicate to God only for t is he alone Can strengthen thee and confound thine enimies Giue a setled assurance of thy hopes in heauen God strengthen thee in all temptations And giue thee grace to shun Idolatrie Heauen send thee life to inherite thy election To God I commend thee who still I pray preserue thee Thy louing Sister Elizabeth Louing thou art and of me best beloued Thy lines shal be my contemplations cures And in thy vertues will I meditate To Christ I le onely pray for me and thee Enter Cranmer This I imbrace away Idolatrie How now Cranmer where 's the King Cran. Conferring with his counsell gratious Prince There is some earnest businesse troubles him The Guardes are doubled and commandment giuen That none be suffered to come neere the presence God keepe his Maiestie from traitors hands Pri. Amen good Cranmer what should disturbe him thus Is Cardinall Wolsey yet returned from France Tye. I my good Lord and this day comes to court Prin. Perhaps this hastie business of the King Is touching Wolsey and his Embassage Cran. Pray God it be no worse my Lord Ent Compt Tye. Here comes sir William Compton from his highnesse Comp. Health to your excellencie Prin. What newes sir William Comp. The King expects your Graces companie And wils vout Highnesse come and speake with him And doctor Cranmer from his Maiestie I charge yee speedily to leaue the Court And come not neere the Prince on paine of death Without direction from the King and Peeres Cran. Sir I obey yee God so deale with me As I haue wisht vnto his Maiestie Prin. Cranmer banisht the Court for what I pray Comp. I know not gratious Lord pray pardon me T is the Kings pleasure and trust me I am sorry It was my hap to bring this heauie message Cran. Nay good sir William your message moues not me My seruice to his royall Maiestie Was alwayes true and iust so helpe me heauen Onely I pray your Grace to moue the King That I may come to tryall speedily And if in ought I haue deserued death Let me not draw another minutes breath Exit Cranmer Compt. Will yee goe my Lord Prin. Not yet we are not your prisoner are we sir Compt. No my deere Lord Prin. Then goe before and we will follow yee Your worship will forget your selfe I see Enter Tye My tutor thrust from court so sodainly this is strange Tye. The Queene my Lord is come to speake with you Enter Queene Prin. Auoyde the presence then and conduct her in I le speake with her and after see the King Quee. Leaue vs alone I pray yee Prin. Your grace is welcome how fares your Maiestie Quee. Neuer so ill deare Prince for now I feare Euen as a wretched caitiffe kild with care I am accusde of treason and the king Is now in counsell to dispose of me I know his frowne is death and I shall dye Prin. Who are your accusers Quee. I know not Prin. How know yee then his Grace is so incenst Quee. One of my Gentlemen passing by the presence Tooke vp this bill of accusations Wherein twelue Articles are drawne against me It seemes my false accusers lost it there Here they accuse me of conspiracie That I with Cranmer Lutimer and Ridley Doo seeke to raise rebellion in the state Alter religion and bring Luther in And to new gouernment inforce the king Prin. Then that 's the cause that Cranmer was remooued But did your Highnesse ere conferre with them As they haue here accusde yee to the king Quee. Neuer nor euer had I one such thought As I haue hope in him my soule hath bought Prin. Then feare not gratious Maddam I le to the king And doubt not but I le make your peace with him Quee. O pleade for me tell him my soule is cleare Neuer did thought of treason harbor heere As I intended to his sacred life So be it to my soule or ioy or greefe Prin. Stay here till I returne I le moue his maiestie That you may answer your accusers presently Exit Prince Quee. O I shall neuer come to speake with him The Lion in his rage is not to sterne As Royall Herry in his wrathfull spleene And they that haue accused me to his grace Will worke such meanes I neare shall see his face Wretched Queene Katherin would