comes to bring An old affection from a new made king Dutch My Pristine gratulations thus accept The humble proffer of your soueraigne heart But let me tell you my thrice gratious Lord You deale not Kingly by advantag'd meanes To set vpon my infancy of Loue To ambush lay it by intelligence You know my meaning there 's a privie theefe I know you set to pillage my affections He durst not else haue broke my secrets vp His travell has not loytered in your sute Nor will I be vngratefull to his paines Enter Fox The Duke Northumberland with the Earle of Erbaigh Desire to haue accesse vnto your grace Dutch More sutors well they are all welcome vsher them in Enter Northumberland and Erbaigh North. Health and faire fortune Waite on Suffolks Dutches Dutch Your wishes returne their vertues on your selfe North. The king salutes you in my vassall breath And bad me tell you he received your gift With thankefull welcome and bestowed the same Peec'd out with honor from his noble bounty Vpon your cosen Sir Roger Willowby Creating him Lord Willowby of Parram To build remembrance of your gracious gift Further he praies you to intreat this Prince The Earle of Erbaigh with faire curtesie Erba. Madam the loue of your perfections Hath call'd me hither and of them I craue A welcome to my loyalty of heart Dutch I wish sir my perfections of that wealth To rate so high a merit as yours is But Princes leaue this cheapning of my loue It is a bad thing deere Shall I beseech of you my Lord of Poland and the rest Princes or whosoever tenders me The humble service of his noble heart As to digest my choyce with patience Amongst you I will choose and at this time And in his like interre my vviddowhood Amongst a throng of merits one but enters One wins the Goale still though a thousand venters This man must but possesse me let the voyce Of my affections please all with her choyce Arun. Pleas'd or displeas'd you vvomen choose you◠kisse And reason you should haue it or al 's one You le take a fall to haue it fancies force Makes honest plainnesse often speed the worse Choose Madam choose and please thine owne content Berty The king of Poland Madam Dutch How this fellow Wakes my remembrance for the king of Poland As though my fancy hung vpon his tongue I never shot a blunted arrow foorth Nor shall my choyce recoyle vpon his worth Whom I le call mine come worst of fate Berty I choose thy selfe my marriage mate Vpon this low foundation I erect The Pallace of mine honors on this knee I place the head of mine authority Let hand from hand exchange their offices What 's mine is thine thine mine seal'd with this kisse Arun. How madcap Dutches what and ioyne lips What ere we thought I see it is a match Dutch You see blind fancies follie in my choyce His worth prevailes nor will I change my voyce Berty By the deere loyalty my thoughts doe owe To this vnmeasur'd grace you heape on me And by the vertue of a Christian faith The rellish of this blessing is so strong That when I leaue to loue I liue too long Dutch Princes let your displeasure chide his merit Which stole my loue your honors would inherit Palat. My fury thus bursts forth to wish increase Of your spouse vertues in your liues sweete peace Erba. My hatred dies not so but I would see Your merits liue in your posteritie Dutch Whereat frowne you sir Fox I hope it is no breach of duty to conceale Our close affections they are priviledg'd And I will keepe them so you haue my seruice If it may pleasure so if not I care not I le mourne mine owne sinnes Take your Cloke and spare not Dutch If you be tired with the wearing it Good speed you I le not breake you backe with care Fox You haue my heart whil'st I an honest asse For so I count all men of patience Haue laden it with whole loades of businesses With iaunting on your errands drudgt at home With so strong diligence that sleepe could scarce Approch my eye-lids for a sennights space The honor of your Celler liues in me You scarce command a throat can gulpe a health You thinke I flatter take good fellowes words And him whose merit claymes preheminence By their opinion deale your recompence Bert. If you meane me I will not canvase With you for the voyce of quaint opinion You le waye downe the scales Her honorable loue the gift of fate Not due of merrit doth advance my state Fox Why sir might she not bestow her loue on me Bert. She might Fox She might more foole she did not but al 's one All friends now heere 's my hand my spleenes downe Bert, In this imbrace I send a generall loue To all my fellow servitors I know some lowres vpon my happinesse How vndeserued let my offices Of loue to you and duty to her grace In their impartiall verdit render vp Cran. O take my answere as the generall voyce For from my mouth breathes their opinions She lessens not her honours in your choyce But makes you Lord of her affections And them we serue not but her royalties Which as they are not lessened why should we Shrinke from their seruice whom her loue doth honour May challenge from vs speciall reverence And so shall you as homage for that loue Whose soverainty commands our services North. Consent I see is liberall to this match And offers franckly my applauding heart Wishing of heauen to smile vpon your loues That from them may grow vp such gallant spirits As may renowne this land with honor'd merits 〈◊〉 Enter Bonner and Gardner Bonn. Good morrow to my Lord of Winchester How doe you like our ayre i' th Marshalseas From that i th Tower vvelcome too t my Lord Gard. Oh I thanke your loue But had we once our liberties We would set night vpon these morning skies Bon. Oh that that houre were come the king on◠Gard. What 's that my Lord of London Bon. I pray man pray that heaven would take Our good king Edward to yon happy land Hee 's sicke hee 's sicke heaven take the infant child For this crack'd world his vertues are too milde Is not this charitable what sayst thou man Gard. But is the king sicke Bon. And princes Mary vvell Oh how I long to heare his passing bell Soft who comes heere Enter Clunie Clu. Health to my honour'd Lords Gard. That were thou meanest Clu. That are I bring your Lordships from our an 〈◊〉 Bon. Queene is Edward dead Clu. King Edward of that name the sixt is dead and Bon. Who who I beseech thee guides the state Clu. She that repeales you to your former seats Royall Queene Mary Gard. See Bon. Good hold my backe this suddaine blast of comfort Blowes me vp where is my rivall Ridley and the rest They now shall fire for this Clu. Sent downe to Oxford
there I charge you in the Princes name Bert. It seemes these men are thirsty for my blood And without law are set to take my life Then it were madnesse for a man to yeeld To abide a triall and the iudgement past Since I must dye I le choose the death my selfe And that 's to stand on a defensiue guard Except you sweare as you 'r a Christian A Magistrate and one that will doe right That I shall haue due processe of the Law And be defended from the multitude Dutch Doe not I pray indanger so your life But trust vnto the shelter you haue got Burg. A sorry fortresse to defend his life Bert. But will you take that oath Burg. By heaven I doe and I will see it kept inviolate Bert. Then worke the worst of fate if right beare sway He cannot speed amisse that does no wrong Oh innocence is bold free liberall Fearelesse of any danger that may fall I 〈◊〉 me sir a Prisoner to the law Iustice is blind gaze not vpon our persons Although our birth be neare so meane or base But fixe the eye of iudgement on our case Bur. So bind their hands lead them to the statehouse They shall haue iustice done immediately Dutch Oh stay a while I haue lost my little babes What savadge hand hath tane my children hence Whil'st we were busied in this lucklesse brawle Bert. My Children borne away oh then I feare It is some treason to abridge our liues And that the Captaine that did wrong vs thus Did it to that intent Dutch T is so till now we nere were truely miserable Our other miseries were sunneshine dayes Compar'd vnto the greatnesse of this storme Oh suffer me good sir to seeke them out For without them I am but halfe my selfe Burg. A strict enquiry shall be made foorthwith In every place that borders heere abouts Greeue not too much though such are poore mens treasure What needy thiefe to steale them would take pleasure Exeunt Omnes Finis Actus Quarti Actus Quintus Enter Burgomaster Bertie Dutches followed by Souldiers other side Palsegraue Erbaigh and Lords attendants Pals Right welcome 's Erbaigh to the Poland king Nich'as Van houe our worthy Burgomaster What meanes this concourse of so many men And what are they that you lead bound with you Burg. Strangers an please your excellence my Lord That haue committed murder in your realme Slaine Wisendrop a Captaine of your band For which offence our purpose is to lead them vnto the State-house to receiue their iudgement Erba. If I mistake not I should know that face Oh t is the vertuous Lady Katherine This M. Berty her espoused husband And has your good starrs in your Pilgrimage Brought you amongst you Friends Pals. The Lady Katherine what the Suffolks Dutches My quondam Loue haild through the streets with cords And for the murther of a man that liues Oh t is vncivill vsage my good Lady Y ar villaines all vnto our Soveraigntie How dare you thus abuse her royall birth Burg. Pardon my Lord we did not know her state Pals. Her heavenly face then which there 's none more faire In England or the World Might without other witnesse of her state Suffice to tell you she was nobly borne This is that Dutches mirror of this age Shee whom the lordly Bishops of the Realme Bonner and Gardner persecute so much Pardon me Madam that I haue so long Suffered your excellence to stay in bonds Dutc. This your acknowledgment most mighty king Amazeth me considering my distresse For t is a common custome in the world To take no notice of the miserable Pals. I stand amaz'd at this strange accident The circumstance whereof wee le heare elsewhere Meane time thrice welcome to the Polands king And much it greeues me that so great a Princes Should be so basely handled in my land Enter Sands and Cranwell Sand. Oh helpe deere Lord and shield vs from our foe We are pursued by Brunswicke and his Captaines Who seeke our liues we flie to your protection Pals. Whence are you friends Dutch The truest friends we haue Of England mighty Prince I know them both The first is Doctor Sands a worthy man The other Cranwell and my Secretary Enter Brunswicke English Captaines and Souldiers Bruns My Lord of Erbaigh and the king of Poland Shield not those traytors both to heaven and men From the due punishment of their offence Behold an Englishman a Commander of a good esteeme Has his commission signed to apprehend This Sands and Cranwell fled to you for helpe Then as you tender the priviledge of Princes Ore their subiects Suffer this writ to haue his current heere As I haue done through all my territories Bert. It ill beseemes the noble duke of Brunswicke To be a persecutor of good men Dutch Or you good Captaine agent in this cause 1. Cap. That 's recreant Berty and the Suffolks Dutches They likewise are included in this scroule Bruns My Lord of Poland we demand them all Then yeeld them royall sir vnto our hands Pals. First will I sacrifice ten thousand liues Ere suffer these religious soules to dye My Lord of Brunswicke you are over bould To make so rash an entrance in my land Without our speciall licence granted first Bruns The league betwixt vs warrants my approach Pals. The League for this time is your priveledge But as you dread the Palsgraues puisance And feare to violate our wrighten loue Immediately vntred your forward steps Forsake the soyle where you haue set your foote Or looke to be withstood with fire and sword These Lambes are fled into our foulds for ayd And wee le defend them say what may be sayd Bruns This disobedience drawes vpon your land Deserved malediction from the Church Pals. That wee le dispence withall and to let you know How we doe slight those stinglesse menaces Heere I create this noble Gentleman Earle of Crozam an Earledome vnder vs Religious Docter Sands our Chapleine And M. Cranwell our chiefe Secretary So tell Lord Bonner Gardner and the rest Enter Atkinson Atkin. Health and long life vnto the King of Poland Captaine from Englands queene I thus salute you Heere is a countermand for your Commission By which you are inioyned to stay the search After the Suffolke Dutches and her friends 1 Cap. To stay the search is our dread Soveraigne Altered in her Religion or is she dead Atkin. Shee 's dead good sir Queene Mary is deceas't And the most vertuous Lady Elizabeth Invested in the regall dignity My Soveraigne hearing that the Lady Katherine The Suffolke Dutches her allie in blood Did liue obscurely in these Provinces In want in misery and great distresse Sends to repeale both her and all her friends If such a Lady harbor in your land I doe intreate her highnesse Proclamation May haue his currant course through every towne Pals. In you deere sir the Proclamation ends Heere is the Dutches here are all her friends Dutch I kindly thanke