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
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
this hand Is richer then the Empire of this land Enter Sir Henry Beningfield Ben. Pardon me Madam that so boldly I presse into your Chamber I salute your Highnesse with the high stile of Queene Mar. Queene may it be Or iest you at my lowring miserie Ben Your Brother King is dead And you the catholicke Queene must now succede Mar. I see my God at length hath heard my prayer You Sir Harry for your glad tydings Shall be held in honour and due regard Enter sir Thomas Wyat Wiat. Health to the Lady Mary Mar. And why not Queene Sir Thomas Wia: Aske that of Suffolke duke great Northumberland Who in your steede hath Crown'd another Mar: another Queene Sir Thomas wee aliue The true immediate heires of our dread Father Wia: Nothing more true then that Nothing more true then you are the true heire Come leaue this Cloyster and be seene abroad Your verie sight will stirre the peoples heatts and make them cheerely for Queene Maries crie One comfort I can tell you the tenants of the Dukes Northumberland and Suffolke denide their ayde In these vnlawfull armes to all the Counsell I denide my hand and for King Henries Issue still will stand Mary Your Counsel good sir Thomas is so pithy That I am woon so like it Wia: Come let vs streight from hence From Framingham Cheere your spirits I le to the Dukes at Cambridge and discharge them all Prosper me God in these affaires I lou'd the Father wel I lou'd the Sonne And for the Daughter I through death will run Exeunt Omnes Enter Northumberland Suffolke Bret and souldiers Nor. wher 's Captaine Bret Bre: Heere my Lord Suff: Are all our numbers full Bre: They are my Lord Suff: See them arain'd I will set forward steright Nor: Honorable friends and natiue peeres That haue chosen me to be the leader of these martiall troopes to march against the sister Of our late dead Soueraigne Beare witnesse of my much vnwillingnesse In furthering these attemps I rather ioy to thinke vpon our ancient victories Against the French and Spaniard Whose high pride we leueled with the waues of brittish shore Dying the hauen of Brit with guiltie blood Till all the Harbor seem'd a sanguine poole Or we desire these armes we are now to warre Gainst the perfidious northern enemie Who trembling at our first shocke voice and sight Like cowards turn'd their backes with shamefull flight But those rich spoiles are past we are now to goe Being natiue friends against a natiue foe In your hands we leaue the Queene elected She hath seisure of the Tower If you'be confident as you haue sworne Your selues true liege men to her highnesse She no doubt with royall fauour will remunerate The least of your desertes Farwell My teares into your bosomes fall With one imbrace I doe include you all Aru: My Lord most lou'd with what a mourning heart I take your farwell let the after signes Of my imployment witnesse I protest Did not the sacred person of my Queene Whose weale I tender as my soules cheefe blisse Vrge my abode I would not thinke it shame To traile a pike where you were generall But wishes are in vaine I am bound to stay And vrgent businesse calls your grace away See on my knees I humbly take my leaue And steep my wordes with teares Nor. Kinde Arundell I bind thee to my loue Once more farwell Arun. Heauens giue your grace successe Commend vs to the Queene and to your Sonne Within one weeke I hope war will be done Bre. Come my Lords shall vs march Exit Northumb. Nor: I I for Gods sake on T is more then time my friendes that we were gone Exeunt Omnes Enter Treasurer and Porter Tre: What ho Porter open the gate Por. I beseech your honour to pardon me The Counsell hath giuen strict commaund Not any shall passe this way Tre. Why you idle fellow am I not sent vppon the Queenes affaires commanded by the Lords and know you not that I am Treasurer come open the Gate you doe you know not what Por. Well my Lord I doe aduenture on your word The Dukes displeasure all the Counsell boord Bésides may be my heauie enemies But goe a Gods name I the worst will proue And if I die I die for him I loue Tre. I thanke thee and will warrant thee from death Is my Horse ready Por: It is my Lord Tre: Then will I flie this fearefull Counsell boord Exit Tre. Por: My heart misgiues me I haue done amisse Yet being a Counsellor one of the number Nothing can prooue amisse Now shall I know the worst Heere comes my Lord of Arundell Enter Arundell Arun Porter Did the Lord Treasurer passe this way Por: But now my gratious Lord Arun Vngratious Villaine follow Bring him backe againe If not by faire meanes bring him backe by force And heare you sirra as you goe will the Lord Maior and some Aldermen of his Bretheren and some especiall Citttzens of note to attend our further pleasures presently The Treasurer fled the Duke is but newly arrested some purpose on my life to crosse their plots wee le set strong watches see Gates and walles well mand t is ten to one but princely innocence Is these strange turmoiles wisest violence Enter Winchester Arundell and other Lords the Lord Treasurer kneeling at the Counsell Table Arun Though your attempt Lord Treasurer be such That hath no colour in these troublous times But an apparant purpose of reuolt From the deceast Kings will and our degree Yet for you are a Counsellor of note One of our number and of high degree Before we any way presume to iudge We giue you leaue to speake in your behalfe Tre. My Lord the businesse of these troublous times Binding vs al still to respect the good of common weale Yet doth it not debar priuate regard of vs of our own The generall weale is treasur'd in your brest And all my ablest powers haue bin imployed To stir them there yet haue I borne a part Laying the commons troubles next my heart My ouersight in parting without leaue Was no contempt but onely for an houre To order home affaires that none of mine In these nice times should vnto faction clime Aru. Nay my good Lord be plaine with vs I pray Are you not grieu'd that we haue giuen consent To Lady Ianes election Trea. My Lords I am not Arun. Speake like a Gentleman vpon your word Are you not discontent Tre. Troth to be plaine I am not pleas'd That two such princely Maides lineally descended From our royall King and by his testimonie Confirmed heyre if that their Brother dying Issules And one that neuer dream't it neuer desired The rule of Soueraignetie But with virgins teares hath oft bewaild her miserie Should politickly by vs be nam'd a Queene Arun. You haue said nobly sit and take your place Enter Porter Por. My Lords Sir Thomas Wyat craues accesse vnto your honours Arun Let him come
flie to your manner there studdie for your saftie Nor: Boy thou saist well And since the Lords haue all reuolted from me My selfe will now reuolt against my selfe Call me a Herald to fill their emptie eares Assist me Sonne my good Lord Huntington Euen in this market Towne proclaime Queene Mary A trumpet soundes a parley the Herald proclaimes He. Mary by the grace of God Queene of England France and Ireland defendres of the Faith Amen Within a shoute and a flourish Nor: Amen I beare a part I with my tongue I doe not with my heart Now they can crie now they can baule and yell Base minded slaues sincke may your soules to hell Enter Maister Roose with Letters Roo My honored Lord the Counsell greetes you with these Letters Nor. Stay Maister Roose ere you depart receiue an answere and reward He readeth the Letter In the Soueraigne name of Mary our Queene You shal vppon the sight hereof Surcease your armes discharge your Souldiers And presently repaire vnto the Court Or else to be held as an Arch-Traitor No. T is short sharp Maister Roose we do obey your warrant but I pray tel mee how doth all our friendes at Court is there not a great mortalitie amongst them Is there not a number of them deade of late since I came thence Ro. My gratious Lord not any Nor. O maister Roose it cannot bee I will assure you At my departure thence I left liuing there at least Fiue hundred friendes and now I haue not one simply not one friendes ha ha ha Commission Thou must be my friend And stand betiwixt me and the stroake of death Were thy date out my liues date were but short They are colde friends that kils their friends in sport Am. Heere comes your honoured friend the Earle of Arundell Enter Arundell Nor. My honourd friend Arun I am no friend to Traitors in my moste high Princely Soueraignes name I doe arrest your honour of high Treason Nor: A Traitor Arundell haue I not your hand in my commission let me peruse it as I tak 't t is heere and by your warrant haue so strict proceeded Is the limits of my warrant broke answere me Arun. It may be that it hath pleased her Maiestie To pardon vs and for to punnish you I know no other reason this I must I am commounded and the act is Iust Nor: And I obey you when we parted last My Lord of Arundel our farwell was Better then our greeting now Then you cride God speede Now you come on me ere you say take heede Then you did owe me your best bloods nay green'd You could not spend them in my seruice O then it was a double death to stay behinde But I am ouertooke and you are kinde I am beshrew you else but I submit My crime is great and I must answere it Arun You must with your three Sons be guarded safe Vnto the Tower with you those Lords and Knights That in this faction did associate you For so I am inioyn'd Then peaciuely let vs conduct you thither Nor. O my Children my soule weepes endlesse teares for you O at the generall Sessions when all soules Stand at the bar of Iustice And hold vp their new immortalized handes O then let the remembrance of their tragick endes Be racd out of the bed-rowle of my sinnes When ere the black booke of my crime 's vnclaspt Let not these scarlet Letters be found there Of all the rest onely that page be cleere But come to my arraignement then to death The Queene and you haue long aim'd at this head If to my Children she sweet grace extend My soule hath peace and I imbrace my end Exeunt Enter the Duke of Suffolke Suff. Three daies are past Monday Tuesday and Wednesday too Yet my protesting seruant is not come Himselfe conducted me to this hard lodging A simple Cabin for so great a Prince And then he swore but oathes you see are vaine That he would hourely come and visite me I that was wont to surfeit in estate Am now through hunger almost desolate Enter Homes sweating with bottell and Bag. Hoom. My Lord Suff: Ned Homes speake hast thou brought me meate Hom: With much a doe my Lord meat bread wine While you refresh your selfe I will recorde The cause of my long stay Suff. I prethee doe neede bids me eate Neede bids me heare thee too Hom. The night I left you in the hollow tree My house was searched Suff, Goe on goe on Hom: And I no sooner entred but attached Threatned the Rack and if I did not yeeld Your gracious selfe into their gracelesse hands Suff: And thou hast don 't thou hast betraied me Hom. Done it o betraie you O noe First would I see my loued wife and Children Murdered and tos'd on speares before I would Deliuer your grace vnto their handes For they intend your death Suff: Goe on goe on Hom: and offer'd a thousand Crownes to him that can Bring newes of your abode t was offer'd in my hands Which I beseech may stop my Vitall breath When I am feede with golde to worke your death Enter Sheriffe and Officers Sher See yonder sits the Duke Suff: I kisse thee in requitall of this loue Hom: and in requitall of so great a grace I kisse your hand that dares to kisse my face She So Iudas kist his Maister ceaze the Duke Suff: Ah me Ned Homes we are vndone Both thou and I betraide She. My Lord late Duke of Suffolke in her highnesse name I doe arrest you of high Treason Suff: I doe obey and onely craue this kindnesse You would be good vnto my Seruant Homes Where in releeuing me hath but performde The duetie of a seruant to his Lord She. You are deceiu'd sir in your seruant much Hee is the man that did betray you Heere Maister Homes towards your thousand pounds Heere is a hundred markes Come to the Exchequer you shall haue the rest Suff: Hast thou betraide me yet with such a tongue so smoothly oilde slight of my dangers feare O break my heart this griefe 's too great to beare Ho: Pardon me my Lord Suff: God pardon thee and lay not to thy soule This greeuous sinne Farwell And when thou spendest this ill got golde Remember how thy Maisters life was solde Thy Lord that gaue thee Lordships made thee great Yet thou betraidst him as he sat at meate On to my graue t is time that I were dead When he that held my heart betraies my head Hom. O God O God that euer I was borne This deede hath made me slaue to abiect scorne Enter the Clowne Clo: O poore shrimpe how art thou falne away for want of mouching O Colen cries out most tirannically the little gut hath no mercie what 's heere vittailes O rare O good Feede chops drinke throate good victailes makes good blood Enter Homes with a Halter about his necke But stay whose heere more Sheriffes more searchers O no this is Homes