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A20096	The famous history of Sir Thomas VVyat 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.	Dekker, Thomas, ca. 1572-1632.; Webster, John, 1580?-1625? aut	1607 (1607)	STC 6537; ESTC S105289	23,849	54

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 Ma●. 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