examined about wan M. Sands and it seemes for Ioy they haue to kno vvhere the Dutches is they haue forgotten me what were I best to doe Fox What else but get thee home vnto thy house Away be packing since they haue forgot thee Doe not thou tarry to reviue their memory Ien. Nay if I put them in mind on 't let me be chokt For want of drinke since Ale thou art so luckie I le take the tother pot while it is nappy Exit Ienken Finis Actus Secundi Actus Tertius Enter Dutches Cranwell Nurse the Child Sands Master Goseling a Merchant Goseli. Most honourd Princes thinke your selfe as safe In my protection at this towne of Lee As in the strongest hould you doe possesse Dut: Good M. Goseling now vve flie to you As to our harbor in your hands it lies Either to comfort or confound our liues Sands We now are chaced by many savage men That vvith blood-thirstinesse pursue our deaths Being yet vvithin the closure of their armes And desperate of all hope to you we flie Cranw. Cosen Goseling 'mongst a world of other men The providence of heaven chose out you Either to be made famous for true faith Or by disloyall dealing infamous Presuming on your perfit honesty I brought my noble mistresse this graue Doctor This infant Lady and present vs all To your safe conduct o betray our liues Bonner will giue you gold woe to that good That bad men get by selling guiltlesse blood If any such thought haue possest your heart Make Marchandise of mine let these escape For these are pretious in the eyes of heaven Let them depart leade me to Bonner first Happy my blood to quench his raging thirst Gosel. Cosen I wonder what desert of mine Hath bred in you this bad opinion But I impute it rather to the zeale You beare your Ladies safety then the thought Of any treason you discerne in me Madam my life yet out of dangers gripe I thrust into your perill witnesse heaven I take vpon me to conceale your flight And now I am as deepe in Bonners hate As neere to danger as the next to death Be confident in me the zeale I beare To the sincere profession of the truth Is a sure guard for you to trust vpon Dut. The poorest Princes only rich in faith Will pay you a large bounty of her praiers Remember then you call me Mistrisse White For by that name I past from Billings-gate Thence to Graues-end and so from thence to Lee Where vnder your protection we remayne Sands In every place we heere the Hue and Cry Pursue our fearefull flight in every towne We heare the voyce of persecution Noyse within Craenw. And harke I heere the officers within If we be knowne we are but dead Gosel. Tush Mistrisse White That name shall giue free scope vnto your flight Enter Constable and Officers Consta Good you good even M. Gosseling Good you good even Gosel. Welcome good M. Constable what 's the newes with you Consta Marry wee haue a warrant heere from the high Commission to seeke for a Dutches and certaine other People that are in her company as Doctor Sands and one Master Cranwell her Gentleman-vsher we are commanded to search your house for such suspected Persons Gosel. See M. Constable with me remaines No more then these if Mistris White my daughter Come with her Child and Nurse to visit me With this her husband this her husbands father If you thinke her a Dutches him a Doctor Then you may apprehend them at your pleasure If not you had best to make a further search For I protest no stranger more then these Harbors within my roofe Con. I take your word sir and yet I wil not I wil sea She a Dutches blesse her good Woman Good Mistris White y' ar welcome to Lee as I may say witâ— We haue an honest neighbor of your Father Is this your Child heaven blesse the little mopps Alack alack it is as like the Grand-sire As ever it may looke my pretty ducke Enter Fox Fox Where 's M. Constable haue you made search In these suspitious houses Dut. Good heaven protect vs now we are betraid This Villaine will I feare discover vs Fox I know her them and all Dutch Good M. Goseling stand to vs now Or we are betrayd Gosel. Get you into my house Fox Stand there attend there M. Constable My M. Doctor Bonner in disguise Stayes at the gate let me survey these parties Cranw. Thou knowest vs Fox wee haue bin fellow vaâ—â— Confer the yeeres past with the present times And it will make thy flinty heart relent Fox I know thee not Cranw. O Fox she hath bin the most honord Mistris That ever servant serued stay me And whilst their bloody hands are busied With ceising me let her and these escape Fox Peace fellow now no fellowes thy Mistr. when 〈◊〉 In prosperity turn'd me off and therefore I will not know Her in extremity Cranw. Wilt thou not know her in extremity Vngratefull villaine Fox No sir I will not I come to looke a Dutches Woman be gon I know thee not thou a Doct thou a dunce Get thee gon Cranwell I knew he was my fellow servant Thee I know not thou art a paultrey fellow Away Goseling take in your geese Ship them at your pleasure when the coast is cleere I my selfe will giue you a watch-word Sands The fellow may meane well let vs withdraw Dut. I now perceiue I haue done his faith much wrong His heart has no relation to his tongue Exeunt Fox Away wher 's the Constable Heere 's neither Cranwell Sands Dutches nor Child Goe call in my Lord Bonner Enter Bonner and Clunie Bonn. Fox Fox My Lord Bon. What hast thou found them Fox Fox My Lord we had a wrong intelligence But thus you shall surprise them passe they cannot But by this way now will we watch these passages For now the tide 's at height if they intend To ship themselues it must be presently Place your selfe heere directly by this well By you Clunie heere I meane to stand Guard that place well by me this shall be mand Bon. Stand by me Clunie Fox I le pay thee well If by thy meanes we catch these miscreants T will bee thy making Fox M. Cunstable where will you stand Fox Let him keepe that way that beares to landward That way I am sure they will not take Goe make a strong watch there Con. I warrant you M. Fox let vs alone to guard that passage Clu. My Lord you had best sit for your ease Exit 〈◊〉 Bon. Oh I could watch houres daies nights moneths yeeres So I might see their hearts weepe bloody teares Fox Looke you stand sure Lord Bonner for I hope Anon you le neede a bucket and a rope Enter Goseling Dutches Sands Cranwell Nurse and Childe Gose. Keepe close together lest you loose your trayne My barke is ready to receaue you straight That way you neede must take I le
may turne this streame of Woe Cranw. How you resolue of me I know not try And vvhen I shrinke brand me vvith infamy Dut. In heavens name on then fellowes all in sorrow When we stand need wee le mutuall comfort borrow Exeunt Enter Bonner Gardner Clunie Ienkin and Tiler guarded Bon. My Lord sit downe stand foorth thou Ipocret Ien. I never drunke Ippocrasse in my life sir T was strong Ale that I am guilty of Bon. Clunie giue evidence against this wretch Hath set his hand to helpe a traytor hence Ien. Indeed my Lord I am no Traytor I am a Tilor Clunie tells your Lordship a fable we saw no such Man not vvee Gard. No wilt thou obstinately stand in it Didst not thou lend him a disguise imploy him Mongst other laborers about thy worke And yet vvilt thou deny thou art no Traytor Bon. Slaue Villaine Dogge Haue we not heere the honest testimony Of mine owne Parator that saw him clothed In thy apparell and darest thou deny it Fagots fagots hence toth ' stake with him Ien. Oh good my Lord I shall never indure it I was wance but burnt i th hand and I haue bin The worse for t ever since doe but heere me Prooue that I had any other apparell this seven yeares Then that you see vpon my backe and burne me not But cut me into rashers and broyle me for Carbonadoes Clu. My Lords as I am Clunie and your Parator This counterfeit simplicitude was he That twixt the houres of 12. and 1. at Noone Convayed the impious Traytor from our search By shifting him into his homely raggs Ien. Twixt 12. and 1. nere trust me but at that 〈◊〉 time I and my fellow heere canst thou speake nothinge thy selfe were at dinner at mother Puttocks with a piâ—â— of a Tripe and a blacke-Pudding by the same token thâ—â— was a candles end in 't as long as my thumbe Bon. So so y ar a cunning Knaue but sirra sirra This cannot serue your turne you rescued him And that by 'th law is held as Capitall As if thy selfe wert guilty of the crime Gard. His crime my Lord is it not manifest That hee s a favourer of these Scismatikes And vvhat is that but flat rebellion Bon. Goe too he must frye for t he shall I say the woâ— Bonner that ere long will purge this land with bonfiers We come not with the Oliue branch of Peace But with the sword of Iustice these Hidraes-heads will fly Be florishing vnlesse at once we giu 't a fatall stroke Let them convert to ashes let them burne So shall the State be quiet â— how now vvhat newes What haue you caught the Dutches Enter Messenger Mess. Most strangely sir she did escape my hands Besides at Billinsgate haue I kept narrow search Yet for my life could set no eye on her Bon. But vve haue all this vvhile taine a vvrong course Shall vve imagine being hunted thus She vvould commit the sauegard of her life To common passage where she was assurd There vvould be diligent waight laid for her No shee s more subtile all the vvorld my Lord Shall not perswade but shee s in England still In Marget Lee or some such bordering towne Messen. And in good time I met a man of hers One Fox my Lord a fellow as it seemes Disgrac't by her that told me we were wide In that we vvent about Gard. Where met you him Messen. Comming from Algate Bonn. Would he not confesse Which vvay his Lady Mistrisse vvas escapt Mes. With much a doe my Lords with threats and promises At last he told me he would bring Where we might trace her and intrap her too Bon. Why brought you not that fellow to our presence He shall haue dispensation how he will So he be trusty and performe his word Messen. He promis'd faithfully to meete me heere Bon. Well if he come your eare They whisper Enter Fox Fox Now Fox devise to qualifie Thy nature to thy name These be meere Caniballs That take no pleasure but in sucking blood And though vnluckly it was thy chance To fall into their hands yet be not thou How ever outward grievances may vrge A traytor to thy Lady smooth with these That vnder collour to betray the Dutches She may haue safer liberty to passe Messen. See my Lords hee 's come Bon. Come hither sirra you did serue the Dutches And t is no doubt but you can giue vs notice Which vvay shee 's fled stand no vpon nice tearmes As fearing to incurre some deadly sinne But tell vs plainely which way she is gone Fox My Lords I cannot readily discover Which way shee 's gone by reason I haue bin Long in disgrace and quite dismist the house But sure it is she went disguis'd from hence And t is not possible but she must lurke Within some Haven towne neere to the coast Gard. What Towne as thou imaginest Fox My Lords I thinke toward Dover Or the Downes of Kent Bon. Nay that 's not likely soft some A heâ—â—â— News I hope Enter A Post Post Health to this honorable presence I come to certifie your Lordships all That as we kept the Ports on Essex side T was credibly reported that the Dutches With little or no trayne is lodg'd in Lee And for she is disguis'd and our Commission Expir'd the date we craue a fresh supply And some direction how to intercept her Bon. No better meanes then to renew our vvarrant And send this fellow with it that doth know her Into vvhat shape so ere she be transform'd It shall be so I thanke thee Pursyvant For thy good newes it glads me at the heart I shall at length be even with this proud Dutches At Lee in Essex oh t is excellent But I will tell you how 't shall be my Lord Fox shall not goe alone Clunie and I Will beare him companie and vvithall ha ha I cannot choose but laugh to tell the rest As shee 's disguis'd to hide her from my flght So vvill I be to take her in her slight Is it not good is it not rare my Lord Nay is it not the best that ere you heard When subtilty by fraud shall be debar'd I vvarrant you shee 's ours Clunie Fox come hither Provide you straight Fox thou shalt goe vvith me Ha vvilt thou not Fox A plague vpon you I must answer I How ere my heart abhor this treachery My Lord I vvill Bon. Why now thou pleasest me And I will richly recompence thy paines But for we vvill not our affaires at home In the meane time be slackt or intermitted You my good Lords shall haue a speciall care About it straight Fox Clunie follow me This is to Bonner chiefe felicity Exeunt all but Fox and Ienken Fox Yes I vvill follow Though not further ye I trust this is a meanes ordain'd of Heaven To bridle this bloodsuckers cruelty But how now vvhat art thou Ienken Marry sir an honest man and a Tiler that vvas sent for hither to bee
Dolet colo perfectiones virtutes quas intimo meo animo Complectar multi pendo Bert. Is this Erasmus borne in Roterdam He that so highly lou'd Sir Thomas More Erasm. Portate hanc ad domum Francisci de Ryvers alias Perecell Sic domino dominaeque Erasmus Rotero damus omnibus Officijs est observantissimus They beare her off in a Chayre Exeunt Finis Actus Tertij Actus Quartus Enter Bertie Bert. Within this towne hath Perecell a house There by the credit of this learned man We haue got harbor till the moneth expire In which her heavy burthen may be eas'd Good heaven looke downe vpon her misery Comfort her in her griefe strengthen her weakenesse Lay not our woes to wretched Bonners charge Free her sweete heaven by thy Almighty hand That we may once revisite our owne land Enter Cranwell Cranw. Now cheere your selfe deere sir here is a time To breath a space this towne 's a quiet port From the tempestuous gusts of Bonners hate Bart. Some refuge I confesse but the distressed Dutch In Child-bed torment is a fresh alarum Of new sprung care I cannot be at quiet Vntill her safe deliuery be past Cran. Doubt not of that the powerfull hand of heauen In such extremities is ever strong Bert. Good heaven when I recount the miseries We haue already past me thinkes the lottery Of cruell Fortune should be quite exhaust And yet when I record the name of Bonner With his desire to become great by blood The greater part of woe seemes still behind Cran. Doubtlesse hee s of a most pernitious spirit But he that hath restrain'd his envious rage And hitherto repulst him still will curbe him Bert. I trust he will Cranwell I prethee step And listen from the women what good newes Enter Perecell and Sands Pere Pray saue that labour we can bring the newes Bert. Welcome good Doctor Sands What in good health Sands Sir thanks to heaven who never leaues his oâ—â— Nor suffers them to perish in distresse Bert. How fares the Dutches Gentle host resolue me Pere Happy and well cheere your declining thought Well that her perillous conflict hath an end And happy that to comfort her withall There 's borne this day a young Lord Willobie Bert. A Boy Pere A goodly Boy M. Bertie And one in whom already doth appeare These signes of Courage to revenge your wrongs Ber. Good heaven I thanke thee This your newes deere friend Is as a summons after death to life the preservation Of his mother in travell was wonderous strange The place where he is borne is strange The loving hands that did first entertayne His presence to this pilgrimage of life Are likewise strange then as his birth hath bin So shall his name wee le call him Peregrine Sands A stranger to his Countrey by that name But by his deeds hereafter time may prooue None more adventured for his Countreys loue A Drum beats a soft March Ber. As it please his starres but soft What Drum is this some galle I feare To intermix our sweete Some sorrow to confound this sudden joy Pere Your servant Fox did vow to bring you word If any hurt were secretly pretended Ber. Is Fox arived vpon what cause Is Fox arived vpon what cause Is he past over doe you know gentle sir Enter Fox Pere Himselfe make answer for himselfe Fox Sir be not you dismayd in breife these drums And those that after these sad Musicke daunce Are none that wish you nor the Dutches good A Captayne sent from England and the bloodhound Clunie With them the Duke of Brunswicke clad in armes And at the least ten Ensignes after him These how ere they vizard their intents With other colour as to vexe the Emperour Yet their whole purpose is to looke for you The gates and walls are every way beset And through the Towne a privy search begun And but you presently devise some meanes To scape from hence they le take you in your lodging Bertie Escape there 's now no time to talke of scape No no the secret providence of heaven Hath so ordain'd we should be Bonner thrall And welcome wished death the end of all Sands My mind presageth of a better speed What M. Bertie why not now escape As well as heeretofore Bertie How can that be The painefull Dutches lying now in Child-bed Sands Is there no art no meanes to blind their eyes Fox You are so many of you t is impossible Besides the Dutches she cannot remooue Bert. Oh were she safe I car'd not for my life Sands Nor I for mine Fox Nor I had I ten thousand liues Pere Cease you your passions my braine hath tutoring 〈◊〉 And in a cunning plot shall set you free Ber. Doe that and Bertie is for ever thine Fox Fox and his sword for that will be thy slaue Cranw. Thy friendship will I beare vnto my graue San. What thou attempt'st My prayers shall helpe to second Pere I neither doe expect thankes nor reward But what I doe is of meere charity Then list vnto me there 's a friend of mine A Countrey Gentleman not far from hence Whose brother late returned from the warres And falling sicke within the Citty heere Dyed some few dayes since now this Gentleman Because his brother shall be buried Amongst his Ancestors decrees this night To haue his body in a Wagon brought Home to the Parish Church where he remaines And for that purpose hath his servants sent To see it safe conveyd A waggon like to theirs Covered with blacke shall be provided straight Into the which by helpe of Womens hands The Dutches and her Infant shall be lifted You and the rest disguis'd in mourning weeds Shall follow after as the guard And in the dead Mans name without suspect Passe by the Souldiers who if they chance To question who you are The Burgers being by and made acquainted With such a herce that is to passe that way Will quickly answer them without more search How like you this Bert. It will I hope proue currant Sands The pretext is fit and for the Dutches ease Fox Fox has no more sence then a batle-doore If in his iudgement we already be not Delivered from the mischiefe of their hands Pere Come I le provide you all things necessary And after pray for your successe therein Fox I le backe to them and helpe you what I can Exeunt Omnes Enter Brunswick L. Paget Portgraue Clunie and Souldiers Paget Great Duke of Brunswick this your flexible And curteous disposition of your troopes To be for Englands service shall receaue The due belongeth to so great a merit Bruns Noble Captaine I were much to be condemned If I neglect my duty to the Church But are you sure these fugetiues are heere Pag. Clunie thou touldst me that thou sawest a man Of theirs since we beset the towne wast true Clu. Yes noble Captaine Cranwell the Dutches vsher And there 's no question but the rest are heere Bru. Well then
not be seene Heaven be your guide with me you haue not bin Ex. Dutch Good sir farewell my prayers on you attend I will report you for a Princes friend Fox Stand trust me and keepe on What ere you see shrinke not away begon My Lord they come they come away away Bon. Helpe helpe for heavens sake helpe Exeunt theâ—â— Clu. My Lord is in the well Fox A rope for Bishop Bonner Clunie run Call helpe a rope or we are all vndone Clu. I le to the watch for helpe Exit Clunie Bon. Helpe helpe good Fox Fox Soft Bonner not too fast Heere is no comming out till they be past My armes too short my Lord a rope is comming Enter Clunie Constable Watch with Ropes Clu. Heere in this well ropes ropes my masters Fox By this they are far enough Well done my Masters lends your hands Draw Duâ— out of the ditch Draw pull helpe all so so well done They pull him out Bon. Oh Fox oh Clunie oh my Masters all I am almost drown'd oh lead me to some fire Oh Fox what meanest thou to rush with such rude force Fox What would you haue me doe I saw them comming And I had not the power to stay my selfe Enter Goseling Bon. And are they past Gose. What stand you trifeling here what seeke you for If for the Dutches if for Doctor Sands For Cranwell and the rest they in disguise Are got abord a Ship and with full sailes Flye from the Shore Bon. Thou telst me a sad tale Post Fox run Clunie hire a â—arke with speede Goseling we were suspitious of thy faith But by this message thou hast cleer'd thy selfe See Goseling I am almost drownd Gos. I am sorry for your honor that you scap't Bon. Tush we trifle time in their vaine pursute Thou shalt haue gold Fox Clunie thou reward Helpe me to fire good Goseling Fox away We loose much expedition by thy stay Fox I le after them my Lord Bon. May all things prosper to thy hearts desire Come Goseling prethee lead me to a fire Exeunt Omnes Enter Bartie and Pericell a Walloune Bertie And as I told you sir with that excuse I grounded this my colorable passage And sent a ship which staies for her at Lee Where by appointment she had promis'd meeting But She is so watcht so guarded and so bard Of her true servants presence and accesse That I despaire of her arrivall here Pere Good M. Bertie cheere your drooping thoughts We are Walloones but in subiection And strict obedience to the church of Rome Rewards and promises are sent abroad To every forreine Prince and Burgomaster To stay the Dutches for the rumor runns She is escapt already from her house Enter Sands Ber. T is very certaine M. Pericell Now shall we heare some newes Here 's Doctor Sands Sands Newes of the Dutches that will please but ill I will forbeare to speake of our escapes All which were wing'd with fortune and successe And tell you of one haplesse accident We all tooke Ship at Lee but not together For I alone past in a Hollander No sooner did the wind blow from the shore But rose a tempest which disperst our ships And we might see the Barke wherein she went By violence of the waues forc'd backe againe Even to the havens mouth Ber. Even to deaths leane armes Thy tragicke newes hath slaine me M. Sands We are as one and what beside her person I feele in a true essence of her griefe Pere In these extreames t is good to hope the best Ber. Oh M. Perecill the worst of ills Falls on her head and can I hope the best Shee s like a Lambe trapt with a heard of Wolues A harmelesse Doue amongst a thousand Haukes If she return'd what providence can saue A body doom'd already to the graue Enter Cranwell Dutches Nurse Child Sands See M. Bertie lift vp your sad eyes Dutch Bertie Bertie Madam Kisse Sands Oh see the meeting of two faithfull soules What a sweete vnion it doth make of hearts When one another mutuall ioy imparts Dutch Defer the story of our dangers past To acquaint vs with some comfortable ayd Bert. Oh pardon me one minute gentle Madam If I delay your faire request a little To take my fellow servants by the hand Good M. Cranwell the firme loyalty You beare you Mistrisse in her great extreames Shall be recorded in a booke of Brasse Cranw. Alas I haue scanted of my duty much My liberall will 's ioyn'd with vnable power With my true service I doe ioyne my life And owe them both vnto your princely Wife Bert. You are a Mirror Nurse so art thou Thy noble carriage thus I Kisse with ioy Alas poore Lady thou ere thou canst goe Art forst to leaue thy countrey thy returne Will make them smile that now are forst to mourne Thy infancy in Pilgrimage is spent Yet thy abode heereafter shall be Kent And be an honord Countesse of that name For so my true divining spirits doe ayme Dutch What Gentleman is that Bert. T is a Walloone Feris de Ryviers alias Perecell Dutch May we repose with him Bert. Madam you may not Neither in this place may I challenge you For I am noted and your comming hither Both promised and expected by great men Who to surprise you haue receiv'd reward All Ports are laid all passages are stop't Search and inquirie posts through every towne Pere Madam t is true nor would I haue you stay In Emden long for you are laid for heere Dutch What shall we then doe Sands Madam le ts to Santon Let M. Bertie stay with Perecell And meete vs there heereafter Dutch Content let it be so Never two lovers Married to more woe Heere meete we and heere part we oh short pleasure Which fortune serues vs in too small a measure Bert. My body is devided in the midst That way goes halfe my heart and this way tother Necessity thy sterne deeds I beshrow That thy rude hand giues vs the parting blow At Santon I will meete you Madam heere I dare not know you so adue my deere Exeunt Berty Pererell Dutch Berty farewell to Santon bound we are With these companions and our conduct care You people happy in a land of peace That ioy your consciences with the worlds increase Looke with indifference into my sad life Heere my poore husband dares not know his wife And I a Princes to avoid like danger Must vse my owne deere husband as a stranger Towards Santon we through deserts any way Though all should leaue me I for griefe must stay Cranw. Madam you see what strictnes we are forced to Le ts wing our feet till we can get to Santon Sands Madam let me admire your constancy For heaven hath prov'd your patience every way Yet you are confident and more your zeale to trie Yo 'r forst your loyall husband to deny Cran. Then what pale trembling cowards heart would faint To wade through danger with so pure a saint Enter