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
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
of ground where we must die Sprinckle their bloodes Though I know no cause why Norf: Speake you to me Lord Guilford Gui: Norfolke no I speake to Norf: To whome Gui: Alasse I doe not knowe which of vs two dies first Win: The better part Gui: O rather kill the worst Iane T is I sweete loue that first must kisse the blocke Guilf. I am a man 〈◊〉 men better brooke shocke of threatning death Your sexe are euer The thoughts of death a womans hearte will breake Iane But I am armde to die Guilf: Likelyer to liue Death to the vnwilling dooth his presence giue Hee dares not looke the bolde man in the face But on the fearefull layes his killing Mace Winc. It is the pleasure of the Queene that the Lady Iane must first suffer death Iane I thanke her Highnesse That I shall first depart this haplesse world and not Suruiue to see my dere loue dead Guilfo: She dying first I three times loose my head Enter the Headsman Headsm. Forgiue me Lady I pra'y your death Guilf: Ha hast thou the heart to kill a face so faire Win It is her Heades-man Guil: And demaundes a pardon Onely of her for taking off her head Iane I gentle Guilford and I pardon him Guil: But I le not pardon him thou art my wife And he shall aske me pardon for thy life Hed: Pardon me my Lord Gui: Rise doe not kneele Though thou submit'st thou hast a lowring steele Whose fatal declynation brings our death Good man of earth make haste to make vs earth Heds. Pleaseth the Lady Iane I le helpe her off with her night-Gowne Iane Thankes gentle friend But I haue other waiting women to attend mee Good Mistris Ellin lend me a helping hand To strip me of this worldly ornament Off with these robes O teare them from my side Such silken couers are the guilt of pride Insteede of gownes my couerture be earth My worldly death or new Celestiall breath What is it off Lad: Madam almoste Iane Not yet O God! how hardly can we shake off this worldes Pomp That cleaues vnto vs like our bodies skinne Yet thus O God shake of thy seruants sinne Lady Here is a scarfe to blinde your eies Iane From all the world but from my Guilfords sight Before I fasten this beneath my browe Let me behold him with a constant looke Gui: O doe not kill me with that pitious eie Iane T is my last farwell take it patiently My dearest Guilford let vs kisse and part Nowe blinde mine eyes neuer to see the skie 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Guil: Oh! He 〈◊〉 into a trance Norf: How fares my Lord Arun Hee 's falne into a trance Norf: Wake him not vntill hee wake himselfe O happie Guilford if thou die in this Thy soâ—le will be the first in heauenly blisse Enter th◠〈◊〉 〈◊〉 with Ianes head Win: Heare comes the Heads-man with the head of Iane Guil Who spake of Iane who namde my lòuely Iane Win Behold her head Gui. O I shall faint againe Yet let me beare this fight vnto my graue My sweete Ianes head Looke Norfolke Arundell Winchester Doe male factors looke Thus when they die a ruddie lippe A cleere reflecting eye Cheekes purer then the Maiden oreant pearle That sprinckles bashfulnes through the clowdes Her innocence has giuen her this looke The like for me to show so well being dead How innocence would Guilford loose his head Win. My Lord the time runs on Guil So does our death Heere 's one has run so fast shee 's out of breath But the time goes on And my faire Ianes white soule wil be In heauen before me If I doe stay stay gentle wife Thy Guilford followes thee Though on the earth we part by aduerse fate Our soules shall knock together at heauens gate The skie is calme our deathes haue a faire day And we shall passe the smoother on our way My Lords farwell I once farwel to all The Fathers pride has causde the Childrens fall Exi Guilford to Death Norf. Thus haue we seene her Highnesse will perform'd And now their heads and bodies shall bee ioynd and buried in one graue as fits their loues Thus much I le say in their behalfes now dead Their Fathers pride their liues haue seuered FINIS
bankes whose battering ordinance should haue bin imploid against the hindrers of our Royaltie Win: You talke of senceless things Guil: Dooe 's Trees want sence that by the power of musick haue bene drawn to dance a pleasing measure we le come then neerer vnto liuing thinges say wee vsurpe the English Royaltie wa st not by consents I tel you Lords I haue your hands to show Subscrib'd to the Commission of my father By which you did authorice him to wage armes If they were Rebellious against your soueraigne Who cride so loude as you God saue Queene Iane And come you now your Soueraigne to arraigne Come downe come downe here at a Prisoners barre Better doe so then iudge your selues amisse For looke what sentence on our heads you lay Vpon your owne may light another day Win. The Queene hath pardon'd them Guil: And wee must die for a lesse fault O partiallitie Iane Patience my Guilford it was euer knowne They that find least the punishment haue borne Gui. True my faire Queene of sorrowe truely speake Great men like great Flies Through lawes Cobwebs breake But the thin'st frame the prison of the weake Norf: Now trust me Arundell It doth grieue mee much to sit In iudgement of these harmlesse Aru I helpt to attach the Father but the sonne O through my blood I feele compassion Run my Lords wee le be humble suters to the Queen to saue these innocent creatures from their deathes Norf. Le ts breake vp Court If Norfolke long should stay In teares and passion I should melt away Win: Sit still what will you take compassion vpon such they are Heritickes Iane VVe are Christians Leaue our conscience to our selues VVe stand not heere about Religious causes But are accused of Capitall Treason Win: Then you confesse the inditement Gui: Euen what you will Yet saue my Iane although my blood you spill Iane If I must die saue Princely Guilfords life Norf: Who is not moou'd to see this louing strife Arun Pray pardon me doe what you will to day And I le approue it though it be my death Win: Then heare the speedye sentence of your deathes You shall be carried to the place from whence you came from thence vnto the place of Execution through London to be drawne on Hurdles Where thou Iane Gray shalt suffer death by fire Thou GuilforId Dudley hang'd and quartered So Lord haue mercie vpon you Guil: VVhy this is well since we must die That wee must die together VVin: Stay and heere the mercie of the Queene Because you are of noble parentage Although the crime of your offence be greate Shee is onely pleased that you shall Both Will shee pardon vs VVin: Only I say that you shall loose your heads Vpon the Tower-Hill so conuey them hence Leifetenant stricktly looke ynto your charge Guil. Our doomes are knowne Our liues haue plaide their parte Farwell my Iane Iane My Dudley mine owne heart Guil. Faine would I take a serimonious leaue But that 's to die a hundred thousand deaths Ian I cannot speake for teares Lif. My Lord come Guil. Great griefes speake louder When the least are dumb'd Exeunt Enter Sir Thomas Wyat in the Tower Wyat The sad aspect this prison doth affoord Iumpes with the measure that my heart dooth 〈◊〉 And this inclosure here of naught but stone Yeildes far mòre comfort then the stony hearts Of them that wrong'd their country and their friend Heere is no periur'd Counsellors to sweare A sacred oath and then forsweare the same No innovators heere doth harbor keepe A stedfast silence doth possesse the place In this the Tower is noble being base E Lords to Wyat. Norf Sir Thomas Wyat Wyat. That 's my name indeede Win: You should say Traitor Wiat. Traitor and Wyats name Differ as farre as Winchester and honor Win: I am a Piller of the Mother Church Wiat And what am I Win: One that subuerts the state Wiat Insult not too much ore th' vnfortunate I haue no Bishoppes Rochet to declare my innocencie This is my crosse that causelesse I must suffer my heads losse When that houre comes wherein my blood is spilt My crosse will looke as bright as yours twice guilt Norf: Here 's for that purpose Wiat Is your grace so short Belike you come to make my death a sport Win: VVe come to bring you to your execution You must be hang'd and quartered instantly At the parke Corner it a gallous set Whether make hast to tender natures debt Wiat Then here 's the end of Wyats rising vp Ito keepe Spaniards from the Land was sworne Right willingly I yeelde my selfe to death But sorry such should haue my place of birth Had London kept his word VVyat had stood But now King Phillip enters through my blood VVin: Where 's the Lieftenant of the Tower Exit Officers with Wyat. Enter L Lie: Heere my Lord VVin: Fetch foorth your other Prisoners Lief. My Lord I will heere lyes young Guilford heere the Lady Iane Norfol. Conduct them forth Enter Young Guilford and the Lady Iane Guil: Good morrowe once more to my louelye Iane Iane The last good morrow my sweete loue to thee Guil: VVhat were you reading Iane On a prayer booke Guil: Trust me so was I wee hade neede to pray For see the Ministers of death drawe neere Iane To a prepared minde death is a pleasure I long in soule till I haue spent my breath Guil: My Lord High Chancelor you are welcome heather What come you to beholde our execution And my Lord Arundell thrice welcome You helpt to attache our Father come you now To see the blacke conclusion of our Tragedie Win: VVe come to doe our office Guil: So doe wee Our office is to die yours to looke on VVe are beholding vnto such beholders The time was Lords when you did flock amaine To see her crownd but now to kill my Iane The world like to a sickell bends it selfe Men runne their course of liues as in a maze Our office is to die yours but to gaze Iane Patience my Guilford Guil. Patience my louely Iane Patience has blancht thy soule as white as snow But who shall answere for thy death this know An innocent to die what is it lesse But to adde Angels to heauens happiness The guiltie dying doe applaud the law But when the innocent creature stoopes his neck to an vniust doome vpon the Iudge they check Liues are like soules requird of their neglectors Then ours of you that should bee our protectors Win: Raile not against the law Guilfor: No God forbidde my Lord of Winchester It 's made of lawe and should I raile against it T were against you if I forget not You reioyc'd to see the fall of Cromwel Ioy you now at me Oft dying men are fild with prophesies But I le not be a prophet of your il Yet knowe my Lordes they that behold vs now May to the axe of Iustice one day bowe And in that plot