The Famous History of Sir Thomas Wyatt Dekker, Thomas; Webster, John This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription A20096 of text S105289 in the English Short Title Catalog (STC 6537). Textual changes and metadata enrichments aim at making the text more computationally tractable, easier to read, and suitable for network-based collaborative curation by amateur and professional end users from many walks of life. The text has been tokenized and linguistically annotated with MorphAdorner. The annotation includes standard spellings that support the display of a text in a standardized format that preserves archaic forms ('loveth', 'seekest'). Textual changes aim at restoring the text the author or stationer meant to publish. Martin Mueller Incompletely or incorrectly transcribed words were reviewed and in many cases fixed by Nayoon Ahn Lydia Zoells This text has not been fully proofread EarlyPrint Project Evanston IL, Notre Dame IN, St.Louis, Washington MO 2017 Distributed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial 3.0 Unported License A20096.xml 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. 27 600dpi TIFF G4 page images University of Michigan, Digital Library Production Service Ann Arbor, Michigan 2003 January (TCP phase 1) 99841018 STC (2nd ed.) 6537. Greg, I, 256(a). 5575 A20096 2240853109

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 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. Famous history of Sir Thomas Wyat Famous historie of Sir Thomas Wyat. Lady Jane. Sir Thomas Wyat. Dekker, Thomas, ca. 1572-1632. Webster, John, 1580?-1625?. [54] p. Printed by E[dward] A[llde] for Thomas Archer, and are to be solde at his shop in the Popes-head Pallace nere the Royall Exchange, London : 1607. 1602

Probably derived from the two parts of the lost play "Lady Jane", by Dekker, Thomas Heywood, John Webster, Henry Chettle, and Wentworth Smith.

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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 . Exeunt 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 neare .

Enter Wyat. Por.

Roume for Sir Thomas Wyat .

Wiat. A diuine spirit teach your honours truth , Open your eyes of iudgement to beholde The true Legitimate , Mary your vndoubted soueraigne . Arun : A rise sir Thomas , sit and take your place . Now to our former businesse : The obligation wherein we all stood bound To the deceased late Kings will and our decree , His cousen Iane , and the two absent Dukes Cannot be conceal'd without great reproach To vs and to our Issue . We haue sworn in presence of the sacred host of heauen Vnto our late young Lord , to both the Dukes , That no impeachment should diuert our heartes From the impeachment of the Lady Iane . To this end we haue ceased her in the tower , By publike proclamation made her Queene : To this end we haue armed the Duke , with power Giuen them commission vnder our owne handes To passe against the Lady . You performe in hostile maner And no doubt , the spleene of the vndanted spirit Of Northumbers Earle , will not be called With writings of repeale . Aduice in this , I holde it better farre To keepe the course we runne then seeking change , Hazard our liues , our heires and the Realmes . Wiat. In actions roauing from the bent of truth , We haue no persident thus to persist But the bare name of worldly policie . If others haue ground from Iustice , and the law , As well diuine as politicke agreeing , They are for no cause to be disinherited . If you not seauen yeares since to that effect , Swore to the Father to maintaine his seede , What dispensation hath acquited you From your first sacred vowes ? You le say , the will extorted from a childe . O! let mine eyes in naming that sweete youth , Obserue their part , Powring downe teares , sent from my swelling heart . God , mother , I tearme childe ? but i le goe on , Say that the will were his , forced by no tricke , But for religions loue his simple act , Yet note how much you erre . You were sworne before to a mans will , and not a will alone , But strengthned by an act of Parliament . Besides this sacred proofe . The Princely Maides , Had they no will nor act to prooue their right ? Haue birthrights no priuiledge , being a plea so strong , as cannot be refeld , but by plaine wrong ? Now were you toucht . The Lady in tower , alasse shee 's innocent of my claime . Trust me , shee 'd thinks it a moste happy life , To leaue a Queenes , and keepe a Ladies name . And for the Dukes , your warrants sent them foorth , Let the same warrant call them backe againe . If they refuse to come , the Realme , not they Must be regarded . Be strong and bold : We are the peoples factors . Saue our Sonnes From killing one another , be affraide , To tempt both heauen and earth , so I haue said . Arun : Why then giue order that she shall be Queene , Send for the Maior , her errors we le forget , Hoping she will forgiue . Wiat. Neuer make doubt , setting her ceremonious order by . She is pure within , and mildly chast without . Arun : Giue order to keepe fast the Lady Iane , Dissolue the the Counsell . Let vs leaue the Tower , and in the Citie hold our audience . Wyat You haue aduised well honorable Lordes , So will the Citizens be wholly ours , and if the Dukes be crosse , wee le crosse their powers . Enter Bret , Clown & Souldiers . Exeunt Omnes Bre:

Lance persado , quarter , quarter ,

Clo:

What shall we quarter Captaine ?

Bre:

Why the Souldiers ?

Clo.

Why they are not hang'd nor drawn'e yet ?

Bre.

Sir I meane quarter them , that the offended multitude , may passe in safetie .

Clo.

May we not take tooles of the pies & the aple-women

Bre.

Not in any sorte the Dukes pleasure will passe free .

Clo: The Commons shal be vsed with al common curtesie That goes in rank like beanes and cheese-cakes on their heads in steade of Cappes . Bre. Sire , this is a famous Vniuersitie , and those schollers , those lofty buildings and goodly houses , Founded by noble Patrons . But no more . Set a strong watch . That be your cheefest care . Enter a Countryman and a 〈◊〉 . Man.

What 's heere Souldiers ?

Bre. Feare not , good speech , thuse rude armes I beare , I st not to fight , Sweet , gentle Peace away , But to succour your liues , passe peaceibly away . Clo:

Crie God saue the Queene as you goe , and God send you a good market .

Man . God saue the Queene , what Queene ? there lies the sense When we haue none , it can be no offence . Clo.

What carry you there in your basket ? Mat . Egs forsooth .

Clo. Well , crie God saue Queene Iane as you goe , and God send you a good Market . Mai. Is the right Queene called Iane ? alacke for woe , at the first she was not christened so . Exit . Br. Thus olde and young still descant on her name , Nor lend no eare , when wee horstile proclaime . I feare , I feare . Fear Bret , what shouldst thou feare ? Thou hast a brest compos'd of adamant . Fall what ill betide , my anchor is cast , and I in Harbor ride . Enter Northumberland and Wyat. Wia.

My Lord t is true , you sent vnto the Counsell for fresh supplies , what succour , what supplies ? Happie is he can draw his necke out of the coller , and make his peace with Marie .

Nor.

How stands the Treasurer addicted to vs ?

Wia: I had forgot : when we weare at counsell , He stole away , and went home to his house , And by much intreatie was woon to returne , In briefe they all incline to Queene Mary My Lord farwell , each hastie houre : Will coulder tydings cell . Exit Wyat Nor: Come they in thunder , we will meete with them ? In the loudest language that their ordinance speakes , Ours shall answere theirs . Call me a Herald , and in the market place Proclaime Queene Iane . The streetes are full , The towne is populous , the people gape for noueltie . Trumpets speake to them , That they may answere with an echoning crie , God saue Queene Iane , God saue her Maiestie . A Trumpet sounds , and no answere . The Herald soundes a parlee , and none answers . Nor: Ha ? a bare report of Trumpets ! Are the slaues horse , or want they arte to speake ? O me ! This Towne consists on famous Colledges , Such as know both how , and what , and when to speake , Well , yet wee will proceede , and smother what close enuie hath decreed . Ambrose my Sonne , what newes ? Enter Ambrose . Amb.

O my thrice honoured Father ,

Nor: Boy , speake the worst , That which soundes deadly est , let me heare that first . Amb.

The Lords haue all reuolted from your faction

Nor.

Wee in our selues are strong .

Am: In Baynards Castle was a counsell held , Whether the Maior and Sheriffes did resort , And t was concluded to proclaime Queene Mary . Nor:

Then they reuolt the alegeance from my Daughter , and giue it to another :

Am: True my thrice honoured Father , Besides , my brother Guilford and his wife Where she was proclaimde Queene , are now close Prisoners , namely in the Tower . Nor: God take them to his mercie , they had neede , Of grace and patience , for they both must bleede , Poore Innocent soules , they both from guilt are free . Am. O my thrice honoured Father ! might I aduise you , 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 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 . Wia:

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 from France , And sometimes to from Spaine . But neuer could I heare that England yet Has bin so base , to seeke a King from either : T is policie deare Queene , no loue at all . Win.

T is loue great Queene , no pollicie at all .

Wiat. Which of you all , dares iustifie this match , And not be toucht in conscience with an oath ? Remember , O remember I beseech you , King Henries last will , and his act at Court , I meane that royall Court of Parliament , That does prohibit Spaniards from the Land , That Will and Act , to which you all are sworne , And doe not damme your soules with periurie . Mary . But that wee knowe thee Wyat to be true Vnto the Crowne of England and to vs , Thy ouer-boldnesse should bee payde with death . But cease , for feare your liberàll tongue offend , With one consent my Lordes you like this match ? Omnes .

We doe great Soueraigne .

Mary .

Call in Count Edmond Honorable Lords .

Enter Edmond . Wee haue determined of your Ambassie , and thus I plight , our loue to Philips heart , Imbarke you straight , the winde blowes wondrous faire : Till he shall land in England , I am all care . 〈◊〉 all but Sir Thomas Wyat . Wia. And ere hee land in England , I will offer My loyall brest for him to treade vpon . O who so forward Wyat as thy selfe , To raise this troublesome Queene in this her Throane ? Philip is a Spaniard , a proud Nation , Whome naturally our Countrie men abhorre . Assist me gratious heauens , and you shall see What hate I beare vnto their Slauerie . I le into Kent , there muster vp my friendes , To saue this Countrie , and this Realme defend . Exit Sir Thomas Wyat. Enter Guilford , Dudley , Iane , and 〈◊〉 . Guil.

God morrow to the Patron of my woe .

Iane . God morrowe to my Lord , my louely Dudley . Why doe you looke so sad my dearest Lord ? Guil. Nay why doth Iane , thus with a heauie eye , And a defected looke , salute the day ? Sorrow doth ill become thy siluer brow , Sad griefe lyes dead , so long as thou liues fayre , In my Ianes ioy , I doe not care for care . Iane . My lookes ( my loue ) is sorted with my heart , The Sunne himselfe , doth scantly show his face , Out of this firme grate , you may perceiue the Tower-Hill Thronged with store of people , As if they gap'd for some strange Noueltie . Guil. Though sleepe doe sildome dwéll in men of care , Yet I did this night sleepe , and this night dream't , My Princely father great ( Northumberland ) Was marryed to a stately Bride : And then me thought , iust on his Bridall day , A poysoned draught did take his life away . Iane . Let not fond visions so appale my Loue , For dreames doe oftentimes contrarie prooue . Guil. The nights are teadious , and the daies are sad , And see you how the people stand in heapes , Each man sad , looking on his aposed obiect , As if a generall passion possest them ? Their eyes doe seeme , as dropping as the Moone , As if prepared for a Tragedie . For neuer swarmes of people there doe tread , But to rob life , and to inrich the dead And shewe they wept . Lef

My Lord they did so , for I was there .

Gui. I pra'y resolue vs good Maister Lieftenant Who was it yonder , that rendered vp his life To natures death ? Lief.

Pardon me my Lord , t is fellony to acquaint you with death of any Prisoner , yet to resolue your grace , it was your Father , great Northumberland , that this day lost his head .

Guil Peace rest his soule , his sinnes be buried in his graue , And not remembred in his Epitaph : but who comes heere ? Iane .

My Father Prisoner !

Enter Suffolke garded foorth . Suff: O Iane ! now naught but feare thy Tytle & thy state , Thou now must leaue for a small graue . Had I bin contented to a bin great , I had stood , But now my rising , is puld downe with blood . Farwell , point me my house of prayers . Iane . Is greefe so short ? t wa's wont to be full of wordes , T is true , but now Deathes lesson , bids a coulde adue . Farwell , thus friendes on desperate iourneys parte , Breaking of wordes with teares , that swelles the heart . Exit Suffolke . Leef : It is the pleasure of the Queene that you part lodgings . Till your Arrainement , which must be to morrow . Iane :

Good Maister Lieftenant let vs pray together .

Lief.

Pardon me Madam I may not , they that owe you , sway me .

Guil: Intreate not Iane , though shee our bodies part , Our soules shall meete . Farwell my loue . Iane .

My Dudley , my owne heart . Exeunt O● .

Enter Wyat with Souldiers . UUiat : Hold Drumme , stand Gentlemen , Giue the word along : stand , stand : Maisters , friendes , Souldiers , and therefore Gentlemen , I know some of you weare warme pursses Linde with golde , to them I speake not , But to such leane knaues that cannot put vp Crosses , thus I say , fight valiantly , And by the mary God , you that haue all Your life time siluer lackt , Shall now get Crownes , marry they must be crackt . Sol:

No matter , wee le change them for white money .

Wiat : But it must needs be so , deare Countriemen , For Souldiers are the maisters of wars mint , Blowes are the stamps , they set vpon with bullets , And broken pates are when the braines lyes spilt : These light crownes , that with blood are double guilt , But that s not all , that your stout hearts shall earne , Sticke to this glorious quarrell , and your names Shall stand in Chronicles ranck'd euen with Kings You free your Countrie from base spanish thrall , From Ignominious slauerie , Who can disgest a Spaniard , that 's a true Englishman ? Solo

Would he might choake that disgest him .

Wiat. Hee that loues freedome and his Countrie , Crie a Wyat : he that will not , with my heart Let him stand foorth , shake handes , And wee le depart . Sol.

A Wyat , a Wyat , a Wyat .

Enter Norry sounding a Trumpet . Har: Forbeare , or with the breath thy Trumpet spends , This shall let foorth thy soule . Nor: I am a Herald , and chalenge safetie By the lawe of armes . Her:

So shalt thou when thou art lawfully imploide

Wia:

What loude knaues that ?

Nor: No knaue Sir Thomas , I am a true man to my Queene , to whome thou art a Traytor . Sol.

Knocke him downe .

Wiat. Knocke him downe , fie no , Wee le handle him , he shall sound before he goe . Har.

Hee comes from Norfolke and those fawning Lords , in Maries name , waying out life to them that will with basenesse burie it

Ceaze on him as a pernitious enemie .

Wia. Sir George be ruld , Since we professe the Arte of Warre , Let 's not be hist at for our ignorance , Hee shall passe and repasse , iuggle the best he can , Lead him into the Cittie . Norry set foorth Set foorth thy brasen throate and call all Rochester About thee : doe thy office , fill their Light heads with proclamations , doe , Catch Fooles with Lime-twigs dipt with pardons . But Sir George and good sir Harry Isley , If this Gallant open his mouth too wide , Powder the Varlet , pistoll him , fire the Roofe that 's ore his mouth He craues the law of Armes , and he shall ha 't , Teach him our law , to cut 's throate if he prate . If lowder reach thy Proclamation , The Lord haue mercie vppon thee . Nor

Sir Thomas , I must doe my office .

Har:

Come . Wee le doe ours too ,

Wia. I , I , doe , blowe thy selfe hence Exit . Harper Isoly , and Norry . Whorson prou'd Herrald , because he can giue armes , he thinkes to cut vs off by the elbowes . Maisters and fellow Souldiers , say , wil you leaue old Tom Wiat ? Omnes .

No , no , no .

Wia. A March ! t is Norfolkes Drum vpon my life . I pra'y see what Drum it is . Within crie arme . The word is giuen , arme , arme flies through the camp As loude , though not so full of dread as thunder : For no mans cheekes looke pale , but euerie face , Is lifted vp aboue his foremans head , And euerie Souldier does on tip-toe stand , shaking a drawne sword in his threatning hand . Wiat :

At whome , at whose Drum ?

Rod: At Norfolke , Norfolkes Drum : With him comes Arundell , you may beholde The silken faces of their ensignes showe , Nothing but wrinckles stragling in the winde , Norfolke rides formostly , his crest well knowne , Proud , as if all our heads were now his owne . Wiat : Soft , he shall pay more for them . Sir Robert Rodston , bring our Muscateers , To flancke our Pikes , let all our archery , Fall off in winges of shot a both sides of the van , To gall the first Horse of the enemie That shall come fiercely on : Our Canoneres , bid them to charge , charge my l●a●ts . Omnes .

Charge , charge .

UUiat : Saint George for England , Wiat for poore Kent , Blood lost in Countries quarrell , is nobly spent . Isely : Base slaue , hard hearted fugitue , He that you sent with Norry , false sir George Is fled to Norfolke . Rod:

Sir George Harper fled ?

Wiat : I nere thought better of a Counterfeite , His name was Harper , was it not ? let him goe , Hencefoorth all Harpers for his sake shall stand , But for plaine nine pence , throughout all the land . They come , no man giue ground in these hot cases , Be Englishmen and berd them to their faces . Exeunt Enter Norfolke , 〈◊〉 , Bret 〈◊〉 Souldiers . Norf. Yonder the Traitor marcheth with a steele bowe . Bent on his Souereigne , and his kingdomes peace : To waue him to vs with a flag of truce , And tender him soft mercie , Were to call our right in question , Therefore put in act , your resolute intendments , If rebellion be suffered to take head , She liues too long , treason doth swarme . Therefore giue signall to the fight , Bre.

T is good , t is good , my Lord .

Norf.

Where 's Captaine Bret ?

Br.

Heere my Lord .

Norf: To doe honour to you and those fiue hundred Londoners that march after your colours , You shall charge the Traitor in the Vantgard Whilst my selfe with noble Arundell And stout Iarningam , second you in the maine , God and Saint George , this day fight on our side . While thus we tame a desperate Rebels pride . Exit all but Bret and souldierr . Br:

Countrimen and friendes , And you the moste valiant sword and BucklerMen of London , the Duke of Norfolk in honour has promoted you to the Vangard , and why to the Vangard ? but because he knowes you to be eager men , martiall men , men of good stomacks , verie hot shots , verie actions for valour , such as scornes to shrink for a wetting , who wil beare off any thing with head and shoulders .

Om.

Well forwarde , good commaunder for wards ,

Br.

I am to lead you , & whether ? to fight : and with whome ? with Wyat : and what is Wyat ? a moste famous and Arch-Traytor , to nobody by this hand that I knowe .

Omnes :

Nay , speake out good Captaine .

Bre:

I say againe , is worthy Norfolke gone ?

Omnes

I , I , 〈◊〉 , gon , gon .

Bre:

I say agen , that Wyat for rising thus , In armes with the Kentishmen dangling thus at his taile , is worthy to be hang'd like a Iuell in the Kingdomes eare , say I well my Lads ?

Omnes :

Forwards , forwards .

Bre:

And whosoeuer cuts off his head shall haue for his labour —

Clo:

What shall I haue ? I le doo te .

Bre:

The pox , the plague , and all the deseases , the Spittle-houses and Hospitalles can throwe vppon lum .

Clo:

I le not doo 't , that 's flat .

Bre:

And wherefore is Wyat vp ?

Clo:

Because he cannot keepe his bed .

Bre:

No , Wyat is vp to keepe the Spaniards down , to keepe King Philip out , whose comming in will giue the Land such a Phillip , t will make it reele agen .

Clo.

A would it were come to that , wee would , wee wold leaue off Philips and fall to Hot-cockles .

Bre:

Philip is a Spaniard , and what is a Spaniard ?

Clo:

A Spaniard is no Englishman that I knowe .

Bre:

Right , a Spaniard is a Camocho , a Callimanco , nay which is worse , a Dondego , and what is a Dondego ?

Clo:

A Dondego is a kinde of Spanish Stockfish , or poore Iohn .

Bre.

No , a Dondego is a desperate Viliago , a very Castilian , God blesse vs .

There came but one Dundego into England , & hee made all Paules stincke agen , what shall a whole army of Dondegoes doe my sweete Countrimen ?

Clo:

Marry they will make vs all smell abhominably , hee comes not heere that 's flat .

Bre.

A Spaniard is cald so , because hee 's a Spaniard his yard is but a span .

Clo:

That 's the reason our Englishwomen loue them not .

Bre:

Right , for he caries not the English mans yard about him , if you deale with him looke for hard measure : if you giue an inch hee 'le take an ell : if he giue an ell , hee le take an inch . Therefore my fine , spruce , dapper , finicall , fellowes , if you are now , as you haue alwaies bin , counted politique Londiners , to fly to the stronger side , leaue Arundell , leaue Norfolke , and loue Bret .

Clo:

Wee le fling our flat Caps at them .

Bret.

Weare your owne Neates-leather shooes ? Scorn Spanish Leather , crie a figge for the Spaniard : ( saide I ) well bollies ?

Omnes .

I , I , I .

Bre

Why then fiat , fiat , and euerie man dye at his foote , that cries not a Wyat , a Wyatt .

Omnes .

A Wyat , Wyat , a Wyat .

Enter Wyat. Wiat.

Sweete musicke , Gallant fellow-Londiners .

Clo.

Y faith wee are the Mad caps , we are the licke-pennies .

Wiat.

You shall be all Lord Maiores at least ,

Exeunt Wyat , Bret and Souldiers . Alarum 〈◊〉 , and 〈◊〉 Wyat , Bret , Rodston , Isely , and 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 . Wiat. Those eight brass peeces shall doe seruice now against their Maisters Norfolke and Arundell , They may thank their heeles more then their hands for sauing of their liues , When souldiers turne surueyors and measure Lands , God helpe poore farmers . Souldiers and friends , let vs all play nimble bloud , Houndes , and hunt them step by step , We heare the Lawyers plead in Armour steede of Gownes , if they fall out about the case they Iar , Then they may cuffe each other from the Bar . Soft , this is Ludgate , stand aloofe , I le knock . He 〈◊〉 . Enter Pembroke vpon the Walles Pem.

Who knockes ?

Wiat. A Wyat , a true friend , Open your gates , you louring Citizens , I bring you freedome , from a forraine Prince , The Queene has heard your suite , And t is her pleasure the Citie gates , Stand open to receiue vs . Pem. Auaunt thou Traitor , thinkes thou by forgerie To enter London with rebellious armes ? Knowe that these gates are bard against thy entrance And it shall cost the liues of twentie thousand true subiects to the Queene before a Traytor enters . Omnes :

Shoote him through .

Wia:

Stay , le ts know him first .

Clo:

Kill him , then le ts know him afterwards .

Pem:

Looke on my face , and blushing , see with shame , thy treasons Charecter'd .

Bre:

T is the Lord Pembroke .

Wiat :

What haue wee to doe with the Lord Pembroke , where 's the Queenes Lieftenant ?

Pem:

I am Lieftenant of the Citie now .

Wiat :

Are you Lord Maior ?

Pem:

The greatest Lord that breathes enters not beere , without expresse commaund from my deare Queene .

Wiat.

She commaundes hy vs .

Pem: I doe commaund thee in her highnesse name , To leaue the Cittie gates , or by my honour , A peece of ordinance shall be straite dischargd , To be thy deathes man , & shoote thee to thy graue . Wya.

Then heer 's no entrance .

Pemb:

No , none .

Exit Pembroke . Bre:

What should wee doe following Wyat anye longer .

Wiat. O London , London , thou perfidious Town , Why hast thou broke , thy promise to thy friend ? That for thy sake , and for thy generall sake , Hath thrust my selfe into the mouth of danger ? March backe to Fleet-streete , if that Wyat die , London vniustlie , buy thy treacherie . Bre:

Wold I could steale away from Wyat , it should be the first thing that I would doe ,

Heare they all steale away from Wyat and leaue him alone . Wia: Where s all my Souldiers ? what all gone , And left my Drum and colours without guard ? O infilicitie of carefull men ! Yet will I sell my honoured blood as deere , as euer did faithfull subiect to his Prince . Exit Wyat. Enter Norfolke & Iseley . Isl.

Pembroke reuolts , and flies to Wyats side .

Norf:

Hee 's damb'd in hell that speakes it .

Enter Harper . Isl: O my good Lord ! t is spred , That Pembroke and Count Arundell both are fled . Enter Pembroke and Arundell . Pem:

Sfoote who said so ? what diuil dares sturre my patience ? zwounds I was talking with a crue of vagabonds that lagd at Wiats taile , and am I thus paide for my paines ?

Norf.

And there being mist , some villaine finding you out of sight hath raisde this slander on you , but come my Lord .

Pem.

I le not fight .

Norf:

Nay sweete Earle .

Pem.

Zoundes fight , and heare my name dishonoured ?

Arun.

Wiat is marcht downe Fleete-streete : after him .

Pem.

Why doe not you , and you , pursue him ?

Norfol.

If I strike one blow may my hand fall off .

Pem:

And if I doe by this —

Norf. Come leaue your swearing , Did not countries care vrge me to this quarrell ? For my part I would not strike a blowe . Pem. No more would I , i le eate no wrongs , Let 's all die , and i le die . Enter Messenger . Mes.

Stand on your Guard , for this way Wyat is persude a maine .

A great noise , f●llow . Enter Wyat with his sword drawne being wounded . Within .

Follow , follow .

Nor:

Stand Traitor stand , or thou shalt nere stand more .

Wia. Lords I yeeld , an easie conquest t is to win the field , After als lost I am wounded , let me haue a surgion , that I may goe sound vnto my graue . T is not the name of Traitor paules me , Nor pluckes my weapon from my hand . Vse me how you can , though you say Traitor , I am a Gentleman . Your dreadfull shaking me , which I defie , Is a poore losse of life , I wish to die , Death frights my spirit , no more then can my bed , Nor will I change one haire , loosing this head . Pem.

Come guard him , guard him .

Wiat. No matter where , I hope for nothing , therefore nothing feare . Exit Omnes . Enter Winchester , Norfolke , 〈◊〉 , Pembroke with other Lordes . Win. My Lord of Norfolke , will it please you sit By you the noble Lord of Arundell , Since it hath pleasde her sacred Maiestie , To nominate vs heere Commissioners : Let vs without all partialitie be open eard , To what they can aleadge : where 's the Lieftenant of the Tower ? Enter Lieftenant of the T. Lief.

Heere my good Lord .

Win. Fetch foorth the prisoners , Place them seuerally in chaires of state . Clarke of the Crowne proceede as law requires . Clark :

Guilford Dudley , hold vp thy hand at the barre .

Guil: And would to God , this hand heau'de to the law , Might haue aduanc'd it selfe in better place , For Englands good , and for my Soueraignes weale . Clark , Iane Gray , Lady Iane Gray , Hould vp thy hand at the Barre . Iane : A hand as pure from Treasons Innocence , At the white liuerie , worne by the Angels in their makers sight . Clarke :

You are heere indited by the names of Guilford Dudly , Lord Dudley ; Iane Gray , Lady Iane Gray ; of Capitall and high Treason , against our moste Soueraige Lady the Queenes Maiestie .

That is to say , that you Guilford Dudley , and Ladye Iane Gray , haue by all possible meanes sought to procure vnto your selues , the Royaltie of the Crowne of England , to the disinheriting of our new Soueraigne Lady the Queenes Maiestie , the true and lawfull Issue to that famous King Henrie the eight , and haue manifestly adorned your selues with the states Garland imperiall , and haue graunted Warrants , Commissions , and such like , for leuying of men and Souldiers to bee sent against the saide maiestie : what answere you to this Inditement , guiltie or not guiltie ?

Guil: Our answere shall be seuerall like our selves : Yet Noble Earle wee confesse the inditement , May we not make some Apolegie vnto the Court ? Norf:

It is against the order of the Law , therfore directlye pleade vnto the Inditement , and then you shall be heard .

Guil. Against the law ? , For what so ere you say , And you will follow it vnto our deathes . Norfo:

Speake , are you guiltie of these crimes or no ?

Iane : I le answere first I am , and I am not , But should we stand vnto the last vnguilty ? You haue large conscience Iurors to besmeare The fairest browe with stile of Trecherie . Norfo :

The Barrons of the Land shall bee your Iurie .

Iane . An honorable and worthy Tryall , And God forbid , so many Noblemen Should be made guiltie of our Timelesse deathes . Aru .

You le answere to the Inditement , will you not ?

Guil.

My Lord I will , I am .

Norf:

What , are you guiltie or noe ?

Guil.

I say vnguiltie still , yet I am guiltie ,

Iane : Slander not thy selfe , If there be any guiltie it was I , I was proclaimde Queene , I the Crowne should weare . Guil.

Because I was thy Husband I stand heere .

Iane . Our loues wee 〈◊〉 our selues , but not our pride , And shall our fathers faults our liues deuide ? Guil.

It was my father that made thee distrest ,

Iane .

O but for mine , my Guilford had beene blest .

Guil.

My Iane had beene as fortunate as faire .

Iane :

My Guilford free from this soule greeving care .

Guils: If wee bee guiltie , t is no fault of ours , And shall wee die , for what 's not in our powers ? We sought no Kingdome , we desired no Crowne , It was imposde vpon vs by constraint , Like goulden fruite hung on a barren Tree , And will you count such forcement treacherie ? Then make the silver Thames ,

As blacke as Sickts , because it was constraind to beare the 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. Let s 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 . We are Christians , Leaue our conscience to our selues : We 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: Why this is well , since we must die , That wee must die together . Win: 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 ?

Win: 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: We 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 , Wyat had stood , But now King Phillip enters through my blood . Win:

Where s the Lieftenant of the Tower ?

Exit Officers with Wyat. Enter L . Lie:

Heere my Lord .

Win:

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:

What 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:

We come to doe our office .

Guil: So doe wee . Our office is to die , yours to looke on : We 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 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 soule will be the first in heauenly blisse Enter the 〈◊〉 - 〈◊〉 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 .
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b●eath He that ruld all , euen with his princely breath , Is forc'd to stoope now to the stroake souldi●ers Enter Northumberland , Suffolke , Bret and souldiers . seueld French and Spaniard , Whose high pride we leueled with the waues of brittish shore Dying the T●ll the hauen of Brit , with guiltie blood , Till all the Harbor seem'd a sanguine poole : shm●efull sight , Like cowards turn'd their backes with shamefull flight But those rich spoiles are past : 〈◊〉 fauour will remunerate The least of your desertes . Farwell My teares into your bosomes fall f●ll 〈◊〉 . Farwell My teares into your bosomes fall , With one 〈◊〉 I doe include you all . 〈◊〉 teares into your bosomes fall , With one imbrace I doe include you all . imploym nt your farwell , let the after signes Of my imployment witnesse . I protest . Did not the sacred Exii Exit . Northumb. Excunt Exeunt Omnes . 〈 ◊〉 . 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 honour to pardon me , The Counsell hath giuen strict commaund Not 〈◊〉 shall 〈◊〉 this way . 〈◊〉 The Counsell hath giuen 〈◊〉 commaund Not any shall 〈◊〉 this way . 〈◊〉 Counsell hath giuen 〈◊〉 commaund Not 〈◊〉 shall passe this way . 〈◊〉 that I am Treasurer ? come open the Gate , you doe you know not what . 〈◊〉 attend our further pleasures presently . The Treasurer fled : the Duke is but newly arrested weeleset purpose , on my life , to crosse their plots : weele set strong watches , see Gates and walles 〈◊〉 Is these strange turmoiles wisest violence . 〈◊〉 Arundell , and other Lords : the Lord Treasurer kneeling at the Counsell Table . disc●ntent a Gentleman , vpon your word Are you not discontent ? W●at.. Wiat. chan● To keepe the course we runne then seeking change , Hazard our liues , our heires and the ●rom In actions roauing from the bent of truth , We haue no persident m●ne the will extorted from a childe . O! let mine eyes in naming that sweete youth , Obserue pri●ledge prooue their right ? Haue birthrights no priuiledge , being a plea so strong , as cannot be W●at. Wyat B●et Enter Bret , Clown & Souldiers . Ex●unt Exeunt Omnes Br● Bre : pie● May we not take tooles of the pies & the aple-women pasle Not in any sorte the Dukes pleasure will passe free . 〈◊〉 more . Set a strong watch . That be your cheefest care . What Whats 〈◊〉 Souldiers● ? 〈◊〉 What heere Souldiers● ? Souldiers● What 〈◊〉 Souldiers ? B●e. Bre. 〈◊〉 Crie God saue the Queene as you goe , and God send 〈◊〉 Man . se●se the Queene , what Queene ? there lies the sense When we haue none , it can be no offence ●orsooth carry you there in your basket ? Mat . Egs forsooth . C●o. Clo. s●nd God saue Queene Iane as you goe , and God send you a good Market . Ma●.. Mai. Fa●l ? Thou hast a brest compos'd of adamant . Fall what ill betide , my anchor is cast , and hastic incline to Queene Mary My Lord farwell , each hastie houre : Will coulder tydings cell . ●ane and in the market place Proclaime Queene Iane . The streetes are full , The towne is populous consi●s want they arte to speake ? O me ! This Towne consi●ts on famous Colledges , Such as know both re uolted The Lords haue all reuolted from your faction Innocentsoules patience , for they both must bleede , Poore Innocent soules , they both from guilt are free . 〈◊〉 , I doe not with my heart , Now they can crie , now they can baule and yell , Base minded 〈◊〉 Roo : ●al the Soueraigne name of Mary our Queene You shal vppon the sight hereof , Surcease your armes Arch-Ttaitor vnto the Court , Or else to be held as an Arch-Traitor . come●s Heere comes your honoured friend the Earle of Arundell 〈◊〉 My honourd friend ! ar●st high & Princely Soueraignes name , I doe arrest your honour of high Treason . 〈◊〉 in my commission ? let me peruse it : as I tak't tis heere , and by your warrant haue so 〈◊〉 last My Lord of Arundel , our farwell was Better then our greeting now . Then you cride God 〈◊〉 For so I am inioyn'd . Then peaciuely , let vs conduct you thither , lot vp their new immortalized handes , O then let the 〈◊〉 of their tragick endes Be racd out 〈◊〉 new immortalized handes , O then lot the remembrance of their tragick endes Be racd out of the S〈◊〉 Enter the Duke of Suffolke . vain● And then he swore , but oathes you see are vaine , That he would hourely come and visite sur 〈◊〉 come and visite me : I that was wont , to surfeit in estate , Am now through hunger almost ●inne , and lay not to thy soule This greeuous sinne : Farwell . And when thou spendest this Maister● spendest this ill got golde Remember how thy Maisters life was solde . Thy Lord that gaue thee H●. Ho. firstmine drinke of the same sauce . Gold , you are first mine , you must helpe To shift my selfe M●. Ma 〈◊〉 minde full of the late Oath you tooke at Framingam 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 heere release vnto our faithfull people , one intire Subsidie , Due vnto the Crowne in our dead 〈◊〉burdned Brothers daies . The Commonaltie shal not be ore-burdned In our reigne , let them be liber all in 〈◊〉 My Lord of Winchester , still thirsts for blood . vouchsase Spaine , and many spacious Kingdomes , will vouchsafe — mean● To marrie with our Queene : meane you not so ? Wia●. Wiat. begg●r O God! is shee a beggar , a forsaken Maide , that she hath neede swea●e princes ? By Gods deare mother , O God pardon sweare I , Me thinkes she is a faire and louely 〈◊〉 of meane birth ) Able to make the greatest Potentate , I the great Emperor of the 〈◊〉 Cham , 〈◊〉 greatest 〈◊〉 , I the great Emperor of the mightie Cham , That hath more 〈◊〉 vnder his Commaund mor● great Emperor of the 〈◊〉 Cham , That hath more 〈◊〉 vnder his Commaund , Then spanish Philip's 〈◊〉 Emperor of the 〈◊〉 Cham , That hath more Nations vnder his Commaund , Then spanish Philip's Sc●pter to inherrit townes , To come and lay his Scepter at her feet , And to intreate her to vouchsafe W●at Wyat you are too hot . 〈◊〉 Proceede my Lord of Winchester I pra'y . 〈◊〉 Then still I say , we haue cause to thanke our God look● our God , That such a mightie Prince will looke so lowe , As to respect this Iland and our 〈◊〉 Pardon me Madam , hee respect your Iland more than your person ? thinke of that . 〈◊〉 Norf. . 〈◊〉 affection of the Prince , For he desires noe fortrises nor townes , Nor to beare any office , rule Substitu● , rule or state , Either by person or by Substitute , Nor yet himselfe to be a Counsellor in 〈◊〉 when he demaundes the tree ? No Castle , fortrises , nor Towers of strength , It bootes not Queen● in the land , And yet will marry with the Queene of all . Nor be of counsell in the Realmes 〈◊〉 marriage The Fox is suttle , and his head once in, The slender body easily will follow . I R●almes Shall haue the Souereigne rule of both the Realmes . What , shall this mooue your Highnesse 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 all but Sir Thomas 〈◊〉 . 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 all but Sir 〈◊〉 VVyat . Gnilford Enter Guilford , Dudley , Iane , and 〈◊〉 . i●ch there doe tread , But to rob life , and to inrich the dead And shewe they wept . m● Pardon me my Lord , tis fellony to acquaint you with Gui● Guil 〈◊〉 remembred in his Epitaph : but who comes heere ? 〈◊〉 Enter Suffolke 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 . 〈◊〉 Enter 〈◊〉 garded 〈◊〉 . 〈◊〉 Enter 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 foorth . ●ght O Iane ! now naught but feare thy Tytle & thy state , Thou now fearethy O Iane ! now ●ght but feare thy Tytle & thy state , Thou now must leaue 〈◊〉 Iane . Ex● Exeunt O● . 〈◊〉 your names Shall stand in Chronicles ranck'd euen with Kings You f●e your Countrie from base King● Shall stand in Chronicles ranck'd 〈◊〉 with Kings You f●e your Countrie from base spanish f●e in Chronicles ranck'd 〈◊〉 with Kings You free your Countrie from base spanish thrall , Crai● iuggle the best he can , Lead him into the Cittie . Norry set foorth Set foorth thy brasen 〈◊〉 A March ! tis Norfolkes Drum vpon my life . I pra'y see 〈◊〉 Within 〈◊〉 . 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 crie arme . 〈◊〉 camp As loude , though not so full of dread as thunder : For no mans 〈◊〉 looke pale , but 〈◊〉 so full of dread 〈◊〉 thunder : For no mans cheekes looke pale , but euerie face , Is lifted 〈◊〉 foremans head , And euerie Souldier does on tip-toe stand , shaking a drawne sword in his threatning 〈◊〉 you may beholde The silken faces of their ensignes showe , Nothing but 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 in the winde 〈◊〉 silken faces of their 〈◊〉 showe , Nothing but wrinckles 〈◊〉 in the winde , Norfolke rides 〈◊〉 , 〈◊〉 faces of their 〈◊〉 showe , Nothing but 〈◊〉 stragling in the winde , Norfolke rides 〈◊〉 , his 〈◊〉 but 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 in the winde , Norfolke rides formostly , his crest well knowne , Proud , as if hi● knowne , Proud , as if all our heads were now his owne . 〈◊〉 for them . Sir Robert Rodston , bring our Muscateers , To 〈◊〉 our 〈◊〉 , let all our archery , 〈◊〉 . Sir Robert Rodston , bring our 〈◊〉 , To flancke our 〈◊〉 , let all our archery , Fall off 〈◊〉 Robert Rodston , bring our 〈◊〉 , To 〈◊〉 our Pikes , let all our archery , Fall off in 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 our 〈◊〉 , let all our archery , Fall off in winges of shot a both sides of the van , To gall 〈◊〉 enemie That shall come fiercely on : Our Canoneres , bid them to charge , charge my 〈◊〉 . th●m That shall come fiercely on : Our 〈◊〉 , bid them to charge , charge my 〈◊〉 . 〈◊〉 Our 〈◊〉 , bid them to charge , charge my l●a●ts . q●arrell for poore Kent , Blood lost in Countries quarrell , is nobly spent . 〈◊〉 Base slaue , hard hearted fugitue , He that you sent 〈◊〉 that you sent with Norry , false sir George Is 〈◊〉 to Norfolke . 〈◊〉 you sent with Norry , false sir George 〈◊〉 fled to Norfolke . 〈◊〉 Wiat: 〈◊〉 I 〈◊〉 thought better of a Counter ●ite , His 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 nere thought better of a Counter ●ite , His name Counter ●ite 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 thought better of a Counterfeite , His name was Harper , was it not 〈◊〉 ●ite , His name was Harper , was it not ? let him goe , Hence 〈◊〉 all 〈◊〉 for his sake Hence 〈◊〉 name was Harper , was it not ? 〈◊〉 him goe , Hencefoorth all 〈◊〉 for his sake shall stand , But 〈◊〉 was it not ? 〈◊〉 him goe , Hence 〈◊〉 all Harpers for his sake shall stand , But for plaine Ca●es They come , no man giue ground in these hot cases , Be Englishmen and 〈◊〉 them to their faces 〈◊〉 ground in these hot Ca●es , Be Englishmen and berd them to their faces . Exeunt 〈◊〉 Enter Norfolke , 〈◊〉 , Bret 〈◊〉 Souldiers . So●ldiers Enter 〈◊〉 , 〈◊〉 , Bret 〈◊〉 Souldiers . swar●e head , She liues too long , treason doth swarme . Therefore giue signall to the fight , ●econd with noble Arundell And stout Iarningam , second you in the maine , God and Saint George 〈◊〉 the Vangard ? but because he knowes you to be 〈◊〉 men , martiall men , men of good stomacks 〈◊〉 Vangard ? but because he knowes you to 〈◊〉 eager men , martiall men , men of good stomacks mar●tall but because he knowes you to 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 men , martiall men , men of good stomacks , 〈◊〉 hot 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 men , martiall men , men of good stomacks , verie hot 〈◊〉 , verie actions for valour , such 〈◊〉 martiall men , men of good stomacks , 〈◊〉 hot shots , verie actions for valour , such as scornes 〈◊〉 scornes to shrink for a wetting , who wil beare off any thing with head and shoulders . forward● Well forwarde , good commaunder for wards , 〈◊〉 Omnes : again● I say againe , is worthy Norfolke gone ? 〈◊〉 Omnes 〈◊〉 I , 〈◊〉 , gon , gon . th●t I say agen , that Wyat 〈◊〉 thus , In 〈◊〉 with the 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 I say agen , that Wyat for rising thus , In 〈◊〉 with the 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 thus at his 〈◊〉 I say agen , that Wyat 〈◊〉 thus , In armes with the 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 thus at his taile , is 〈◊〉 agen , that Wyat 〈◊〉 thus , In 〈◊〉 with the Kentishmen 〈◊〉 thus at his taile , is worthy to be 〈◊〉 that Wyat 〈◊〉 thus , In 〈◊〉 with the 〈◊〉 dangling thus at his taile , is worthy to be hang'd 〈◊〉 his taile , is worthy to be hang'd like a Iuell in the Kingdomes 〈◊〉 , say I well my Lads 〈◊〉 to be hang'd like a 〈◊〉 in the Kingdomes eare , say I well my Lads ? 〈◊〉 Bre: 〈◊〉 And whosoeuer 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 off his head shall haue for 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 And 〈◊〉 cuts 〈◊〉 off his head shall haue for 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 And 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 off his head shall haue for his 〈◊〉 — 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 off his head shall haue for 〈◊〉 labour — 〈◊〉 Clo : 〈◊〉 What shall I haue ? ile 〈◊〉 . 〈◊〉 What shall I haue ? 〈◊〉 doote . 〈◊〉 Bre: 〈◊〉 , the plague , and all the deseases , the Spittle-houses 〈◊〉 and 〈◊〉 can throwe vppon 〈◊〉 . 〈◊〉 , and all the deseases , the 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 and Hospitalles can throwe vppon 〈◊〉 . 〈◊〉 deseases , the 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 and 〈◊〉 can throwe vppon lum . 〈◊〉 Clo : 〈◊〉 Ile not 〈◊〉 , 〈◊〉 flat . 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 not doo't , 〈◊〉 flat . 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 not 〈◊〉 , thats flat . 〈◊〉 Because he cannot keepe his bed . 〈◊〉 Bre : 〈◊〉 No , Wyat is vp to keepe the Spaniards down , to keepe King Philip P●illip to 〈◊〉 the Spaniards down , to keepe King Philip out , whose comming in will giue the Land ●will comming in will giue the Land such a Phillip , twill make it 〈◊〉 agen . 〈◊〉 giue the Land such a Phillip , twill make it reele agen . 〈◊〉 Clo . th●t A would it were come to that , wee would , wee wold leaue off Philips 〈◊〉 , wee would , wee wold leaue off Philips and f●ll to 〈◊〉 . f●ll wee would , wee wold leaue off Philips 〈◊〉 fall to 〈◊〉 . 〈◊〉 , wee wold leaue off Philips 〈◊〉 f●ll to Hot-cockles . 〈◊〉 Spaniard is a Camocho , a Callimanco , nay which is worse , a Dondego , and what is a Dondego doemy agen , what shall a whole army of Dondegoes doe my sweete Countrimen ? B●. Bre. ca●d A Spaniard is cald so , because hee's a Spaniard his yard is B● Bre : ●bout , for he caries not the English mans yard about him , if you deale with him looke for 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 about him , if you deale with him looke for hard 〈◊〉 sure : if you giue an inch hee'le take sure , if you deale with him looke for 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 measure : if you giue an inch hee'le take an ell 〈◊〉 if you giue an inch hee'le take an ell : if he giue an ell , heele take an inch . Therefore 〈◊〉 Therefore my fine , spruce , dapper , finicall , fellowes , if you 〈◊〉 now , 〈◊〉 you haue alwaies 〈◊〉 spruce , dapper , finicall , 〈◊〉 , if you are now , 〈◊〉 you haue alwaies bin , counted 〈◊〉 dapper , finicall , 〈◊〉 , if you 〈◊〉 now , as you haue alwaies bin , counted politique t●y alwaies bin , counted politique Londiners , to fly to the stronger side , leaue Arundell , Aru●ll Londiners , t●y to the stronger side , leaue Arundell , leaue Norfolke , and loue Bret . o● Weare your owne Neates-leather shooes ? Scorn Spanish Leather faide Leather , crie a figge for the Spaniard : ( saide I ) well bollies ? Br● Bre ● euerie man dye at his foote , that cries not a Wyat , a Wyatt . Wya● at his foote , that cries not ● Wyat , a Wyatt . Om●es Omnes . Wya● A Wyat , Wyat , a Wyat . 〈◊〉 Clo . 〈◊〉 Y faith wee are the Mad caps , we are the licke-pennies . Ex●ni Exeunt Wyat , B● and Souldiers . Alarum 〈◊〉 , and B● Exeunt Wyat , Bret and Souldiers . Alarum 〈◊〉 , and 〈◊〉 Wyat Alaru● Exeunt Wyat , B● and Souldiers . Alarum 〈◊〉 , and 〈◊〉 Wyat , Bret , Rodston , Isely 〈◊〉 Those eight brass 〈◊〉 shall doe seruice now against their 〈◊〉 Those eight 〈◊〉 peeces shall doe seruice now against their Maisters 〈◊〉 surueyors and measure Lands , God helpe poore farmers . Souldiers and friends , let vs all play friend● Lands , God helpe poore 〈◊〉 . Souldiers and friends , let vs all play nimble bloud , Houndes v● helpe poore 〈◊〉 . Souldiers and friends , let vs all play nimble bloud , Houndes , and hunt ni●ble . Souldiers and friends , let vs all play nimble bloud , Houndes , and hunt them step by c● out about the case they Iar , Then they may cuffe each 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 the Bar . Soft , this is 〈◊〉 the case they Iar , Then they may c● each other 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 the Bar . Soft , this is Ludgate 〈◊〉 case they Iar , Then they may c● each 〈◊〉 from 〈◊〉 the Bar . Soft , this is Ludgate , stand Ludg are each 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 the Bar . Soft , this is Ludgate , stand 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 knock . 〈◊〉 the Bar . Soft , this is Ludg are , stand aloofe 〈◊〉 knock . 〈◊〉 Bar . Soft , this is Ludg are , stand 〈◊〉 ile knock . Citizen● true friend , Open your gates , you louring Citizens , I bring you freedome , from a 〈◊〉 Prince 〈◊〉 Citizens , I bring you freedome , from a forraine Prince , The Qu● has heard your suite , Qu● bring you freedome , from a 〈◊〉 Prince , The Queene has heard your suite , And tis her pleasure C●tie heard your suite , And tis her pleasure the Citie gates , Stand open to 〈◊〉 vs . 〈◊〉 pleasure the Citie gates , Stand open to receiue vs . Q●eene of twentie thousand true subiects to the Queene before a Traytor enters . P●broke What haue wee to doe with the Lord Pembroke , wheres the Queenes Lieftenant ? 〈◊〉 her highnesse name , To leaue the Cittie gates , or by my honour , A peece of ordinance Wya● Heare they all steale away from Wyat and leaue him alone . ho●oured infilicitie of carefull men ! Yet will I sell my honoured blood as deere , as euer did faithfull subiect ●s will I sell my honoured blood as deere , as euer did faithfull subiect to his Prince Is●leyM Exit Wyat. Enter Norfolke & Iseley . Arund●ll Enter Pembroke and Arundell . patience●●ounds who said so ? what diuil dares sturre my patience? zwounds I was talking with a ●ue of vagabonds that ●ue sturre my patience●●ounds I was talking with a crue of vagabonds that lagd at Wiats taile , paid● that lagd at Wiats taile , and am I thus paide for my paines ? march● Wiat is marcht downe Fleete-streete : after him . blo● If I strike one blow may my hand 〈◊〉 off . 〈◊〉 If I strike one blow may my hand fall off . gr● A great noise , f●llow . ●ore Traitor stand , or thou shalt nere stand more . 〈◊〉 , let me haue a surgion , that I may goe sound vnto my graue . Tis not the name of Traitor 〈◊〉 poore losse of life , I wish to die , Death frights 〈◊〉 spirit , no more then can my bed , Nor 〈◊〉 losse of life , I wish to die , Death 〈◊〉 my spirit , no more then can my bed , Nor will Wi●.. Wiat. 〈◊〉 Enter Winchester , Norfolke , 〈◊〉 , 〈◊〉 broke with ●her 〈◊〉 . 〈◊〉broke Enter Winchester , 〈◊〉 , 〈◊〉 , Pembroke with ●her 〈◊〉 . ●her Enter Winchester , 〈◊〉 , 〈◊〉 , 〈◊〉 broke with other 〈◊〉 . 〈◊〉 Winchester , 〈◊〉 , 〈◊〉 , 〈◊〉 broke with ●her Lordes . 〈◊〉 partialitie be open eard , To what they can aleadge : where's the Lieftenant of the Tower ? 〈◊〉 Heere my good 〈◊〉 . 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 my good Lord . 〈◊〉 Fetch foorth the prisoners , Place them seuerally in 〈◊〉 of state . Clarke of the 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 foorth the prisoners , Place them 〈◊〉 in chaires of state . Clarke of the 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 requires 〈◊〉 them 〈◊〉 in 〈◊〉 of state . Clarke of the Crowne 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 requires . 〈◊〉 them 〈◊〉 in 〈◊〉 of state . Clarke of the 〈◊〉 proceede 〈◊〉 requires . 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 in 〈◊〉 of state . Clarke of the 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 as law requires . 〈◊〉 Guilford Dudley , hold vp thy hand at the barre . 〈◊〉 {gap-line-1} And would to God , this hand 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 , Might haue 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 {gap-line-1} And would to God , this 〈◊〉 heau'de 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 , Might haue 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 , For 〈◊〉 {gap-line-1} And would to God , this 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 to 〈◊〉 , Might haue 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 , For 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 {gap-line-1} And would to God , this 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 the law , Might haue 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 , For 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 to God , this 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 , Might haue aduanc'd 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 , For 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 , and 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 God , this 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 , Might haue 〈◊〉 it 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 , For 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 , and 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 this 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 , Might haue 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 selfe 〈◊〉 , For 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 , and 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 weale 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 , Might haue 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 in better place , For 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 , and 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 weale . 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 , Might haue 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 , For Englands 〈◊〉 , and 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 weale . 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 , Might haue 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 , For 〈◊〉 good , and 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 weale . 〈◊〉 haue 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 , For 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 , and for 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 weale . 〈◊〉 haue 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 , For 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 , and 〈◊〉 my 〈◊〉 weale . 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 , For 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 , and 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Soueraignes weale . 〈◊〉 Iane Gray , Lady Iane Gray , Hould vp thy hand 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 . 〈◊〉 Gray , Lady Iane Gray , Hould vp thy 〈◊〉 at 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 . 〈◊〉 Gray , Lady Iane Gray , Hould vp thy 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 the 〈◊〉 . 〈◊〉 Lady Iane Gray , Hould vp thy 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Barre . 〈◊〉 A hand as pure from 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 , At the white liuerie , worne 〈◊〉 A hand as 〈◊〉 from Treasons 〈◊〉 , At the white liuerie , worne by the 〈◊〉 A hand as 〈◊〉 from 〈◊〉 Innocence , At the white liuerie , worne by the Angels 〈◊〉 Dudley ; Iane Gray , Lady Iane Gray ; of Capitall and high Treason , against our moste 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 and high Treason , against our moste Soueraige Lady the Queenes Maiestie . 〈◊〉 and Ladye Iane Gray , haue by all possible meanes sought to procure vnto your selues , the Royal● sought to procure vnto your selues , the Royaltie of the Crowne of England , to the disinheriting ●ting Royal● of the Crowne of England , to the disinheriting of our new Soueraigne Lady the Qu● Maiestie Qu● disinheriting of our new Soueraigne Lady the Queenes Maiestie , the true and lawfull Issue to l●full Lady the Qu● Maiestie , the true and lawfull Issue to that famous King Henrie the eight , and ●ly that famous King Henrie the eight , and haue manifestly adorned your selues with the states Garland 〈◊〉 states Garland imperiall , and haue graunted Warrants , Commissions , and such like , for leuying 〈◊〉 and Souldiers to bee sent against the saide maiestie : what answere you to this In● , 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 In● the saide 〈◊〉 : what answere you to this Inditement , 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 ? 〈◊〉 saide 〈◊〉 : what answere you to this In● , guiltie 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 ? 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 : what answere you to this In● , 〈◊〉 or 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 ? 〈◊〉 : what answere you to this In● , 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 not 〈◊〉 ? 〈◊〉 what answere you to this In● , 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 guiltie ? G● Guil : 〈◊〉 Our answere shall be seuerall like 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 : Yet Noble 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Our answere 〈◊〉 be seuerall like our 〈◊〉 : Yet Noble 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 the 〈◊〉 , May 〈◊〉 Our answere 〈◊〉 be seuerall like 〈◊〉 selves : Yet Noble 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 the 〈◊〉 , May we 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 be seuerall like 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 : Yet Noble Earle 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 the 〈◊〉 , May we not make some Apolegie 〈◊〉 be seuerall like 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 : Yet Noble 〈◊〉 wee 〈◊〉 the 〈◊〉 , May we not make some Apolegie 〈◊〉 seuerall like 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 : Yet Noble 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 confesse the 〈◊〉 , May we not make some Apolegie 〈◊〉 like 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 : Yet Noble 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 the inditement , May we not make some Apolegie vnto the Cou● , May we not make some Apolegie vnto the Court? 〈◊〉 Norf: : 〈◊〉 It is against 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 of the Law , therfore directlye 〈◊〉 It is 〈◊〉 the 〈◊〉 of the Law , therfore directlye pl● 〈◊〉 It is 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 order of the Law , therfore directlye pl● vnto pl● 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 of the Law , therfore directlye pleade vnto the 〈◊〉 , and then you shall be 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 the Law , therfore directlye pl● vnto the Inditement , and then you shall be 〈◊〉 . 〈◊〉 pl● vnto the 〈◊〉 , and then you shall be heard . 〈◊〉 Guil. . 〈◊〉 Against the law ? {gap-line-1} , For what 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 the law ? {gap-line-1} , For what so 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 , And you 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 our 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 the law ? {gap-line-1} , For what 〈◊〉 ere 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 , And you 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 our deathes 〈◊〉 the law ? {gap-line-1} , For what 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 you 〈◊〉 , And you 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 our deathes 〈◊〉 law ? {gap-line-1} , For what 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 say , And you 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 our deathes . 〈◊〉 {gap-line-1} , For what 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 , And you will 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 our deathes . 〈◊〉 , For what 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 , And you 〈◊〉 follow 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 our deathes . 〈◊〉 For what 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 , And you 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 it 〈◊〉 our deathes . 〈◊〉 what 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 , And you 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 vnto our deathes . 〈◊〉 Norfo: : 〈◊〉 Speake , 〈◊〉 you 〈◊〉 of these crimes or not 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 , are you 〈◊〉 of these crimes or not 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 , 〈◊〉 you guiltie of these crimes or not not 〈◊〉 , 〈◊〉 you 〈◊〉 of these crimes or no? 〈◊〉 Iane : 〈◊〉 Ile answere first I am , and I am not , But should we 〈◊〉 vnto the last vnguilty ; You 〈◊〉 first I am , and I am not , 〈◊〉 should we stand vnto the last vnguilty ; You 〈◊〉 large conscience ; 〈◊〉 should we 〈◊〉 vnto the last vnguilty ? You 〈◊〉 large conscience 〈◊〉 to 〈◊〉 The 〈◊〉 should we 〈◊〉 vnto the last vnguilty ; You haue large conscience 〈◊〉 to 〈◊〉 The 〈◊〉 browe 〈◊〉 last vnguilty ; You 〈◊〉 large conscience Iurors to 〈◊〉 The 〈◊〉 browe with stile of 〈◊〉 . 〈◊〉 vnguilty ; You 〈◊〉 large conscience 〈◊〉 to besmeare The 〈◊〉 browe with stile of 〈◊〉 . 〈◊〉 ; You 〈◊〉 large conscience 〈◊〉 to 〈◊〉 The fairest browe with stile of 〈◊〉 . 〈◊〉 conscience 〈◊〉 to 〈◊〉 The 〈◊〉 browe with stile of Trecherie . 〈◊〉 Norfo: 〈◊〉 The Barrons of the Land shall bee your Iurie . 〈◊〉 Iane . 〈◊〉 forbid , so many Noblemen Should be made guiltie of 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 . 〈◊〉 , so many Noblemen Should be made 〈◊〉 of our 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 . 〈◊〉 so many Noblemen Should be made 〈◊〉 of 〈◊〉 Timelesse 〈◊〉 . 〈◊〉 many Noblemen Should be made 〈◊〉 of 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 deathes . 〈◊〉 Aru . 〈◊〉 Youle answere to the Inditement , will you 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Youle answere to the 〈◊〉 , will you not? 〈◊〉 Guil. . 〈◊〉 Norf: . 〈◊〉 What , are you guiltie or 〈◊〉 ? 〈◊〉 What , are you 〈◊〉 or noe ? 〈◊〉 Guil. . 〈◊〉 Iane : 〈◊〉 Slander not thy selfe , If there be any guiltie it was I , I was 〈◊〉 Queene , I the 〈◊〉 should 〈◊〉 If there be any guiltie 〈◊〉 was I , I was proclaimde Queene , I the 〈◊〉 should weare . 〈◊〉 guiltie 〈◊〉 was I , I was 〈◊〉 Queene , I the Crowne should weare . 〈◊〉 Guil. : 〈◊〉 Because I was thy Husband I 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 . 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 I was thy Husband I stand 〈◊〉 . 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 I was thy Husband I 〈◊〉 heere . 〈◊〉 Iane . 〈◊〉 Our loues wee 〈◊〉 our 〈◊〉 , 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 our 〈◊〉 , And 〈◊〉 Our 〈◊〉 wee 〈◊〉 our selues , 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 our 〈◊〉 , And shall our fathers 〈◊〉 Our 〈◊〉 wee 〈◊〉 our 〈◊〉 , but 〈◊〉 our 〈◊〉 , And shall our fathers 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Our 〈◊〉 wee 〈◊〉 our 〈◊〉 , 〈◊〉 not our 〈◊〉 , And shall our fathers 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Our 〈◊〉 wee 〈◊〉 our 〈◊〉 , 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 our pride , And shall our fathers 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 liues 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 , 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 our 〈◊〉 , And shall our fathers faults 〈◊〉 liues 〈◊〉 ? 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 our 〈◊〉 , And shall our fathers 〈◊〉 our liues 〈◊〉 ? 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 , And shall our fathers 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 liues deuide ? 〈◊〉 Guil. . 〈◊〉 It was my father that made thee 〈◊〉 , 〈◊〉 It was my 〈◊〉 that made thee distrest , 〈◊〉 Iane . 〈◊〉 O but for mine , my Guilford 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 . 〈◊〉 O but for 〈◊〉 , my Guilford had 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 . 〈◊〉 O but for 〈◊〉 , my Guilford 〈◊〉 beene 〈◊〉 . 〈◊〉 O but for 〈◊〉 , my Guilford 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 blest . 〈◊〉 Guil. . 〈◊〉 My Iane had beene 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 as 〈◊〉 . 〈◊〉 My Iane had 〈◊〉 as 〈◊〉 as 〈◊〉 . 〈◊〉 My Iane had 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 fortunate as 〈◊〉 . 〈◊〉 My Iane had 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 as faire . 〈◊〉 Iane : 〈◊〉 My Guilford free from this soule 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 . 〈◊〉 My 〈◊〉 free from this soule greeving 〈◊〉 . 〈◊〉 My 〈◊〉 free from this soule 〈◊〉 care . 〈◊〉 If wee bee guiltie , tis no fault 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 , And shall 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 , for 〈◊〉 If wee bee guiltie , tis 〈◊〉 fault of 〈◊〉 , And shall 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 , for 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 in 〈◊〉 If wee bee guiltie , tis 〈◊〉 fault 〈◊〉 ours , And shall 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 , for 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 in 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 guiltie , tis 〈◊〉 fault 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 , And shall wee 〈◊〉 , for 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 in 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 We sought no 〈◊〉 guiltie , tis 〈◊〉 fault 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 , And shall 〈◊〉 die , for 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 in 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 We sought no 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 fault 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 , And shall 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 , for whats 〈◊〉 in 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 We sought no 〈◊〉 , we 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 fault 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 , And shall 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 , for 〈◊〉 not in 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 We sought no 〈◊〉 , we 〈◊〉 no 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 , And shall 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 , for 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 in our 〈◊〉 We sought no 〈◊〉 , we 〈◊〉 no Crowne 〈◊〉 , And shall 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 , for 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 in 〈◊〉 powers? We sought no 〈◊〉 , we 〈◊〉 no Crowne , It 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 , for 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 in 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 We sought no Kingdome , we 〈◊〉 no Crowne , It was imposde vpon 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 in 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 We sought no 〈◊〉 , we desired no Crowne , It was imposde vpon 〈◊〉 by 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 , we 〈◊〉 no Crowne , It was imposde vpon vs by 〈◊〉 , Like goulden 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 on a 〈◊〉 Tree 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 no Crowne , It was imposde vpon 〈◊〉 by constraint , Like goulden 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 on a 〈◊〉 Tree , And 〈◊〉 was imposde vpon 〈◊〉 by 〈◊〉 , Like goulden fruite 〈◊〉 on a 〈◊〉 Tree , And will you 〈◊〉 such 〈◊〉 imposde vpon 〈◊〉 by 〈◊〉 , Like goulden 〈◊〉 hung on a 〈◊〉 Tree , And will you 〈◊〉 such 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 vpon 〈◊〉 by 〈◊〉 , Like goulden 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 on a barren Tree , And will you 〈◊〉 such 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 ? Then 〈◊〉 goulden 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 on a 〈◊〉 Tree , And will you count such 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 ? Then make the 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 , 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 on a 〈◊〉 Tree , And will you 〈◊〉 such forcement 〈◊〉 ? Then make the 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 , 〈◊〉 on a 〈◊〉 Tree , And will you 〈◊〉 such 〈◊〉 treacherie ? Then make the 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 , 〈◊〉 will you 〈◊〉 such 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 ? Then make the silver 〈◊〉 , 〈◊〉 you 〈◊〉 such 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 ? Then make the 〈◊〉 Thames , z ordinance should haue bin imploid against the hindrers of our Royaltie . ethings You talke of senceless things . welcome bene drawn to dance a pleasing measure , wele come then 〈◊〉 vnto liuing thinges , say wee vsurpe 〈◊〉 to dance a pleasing measure , welcome then neerer vnto liuing thinges , say wee vsurpe the your vsurpe the English Royaltie , wast not by consents? amisse● barre Better doe so , then iudge your selues amisse: : For looke what 〈◊〉 , on our heads you 〈◊〉 iudge your selues amisse : For looke what sentence , on our heads you lay , Vpon your owne 〈◊〉 Through lawes Cobwebs breake , But the thin'st frame, the prison of the weake . Arund ell Now trust me Arundell , It doth gri● mee much , to sit In iudgement gri● Now trust me Arundell , It doth grieue mee much , to sit In iudgement of these A● Aru : Ru● O through my blood , I feele compassion . Run my Lords , weele be humble suters to the 〈◊〉 Iane : 〈◊〉 My Dudley , mine owne heart . G●l Guil. : death● leaue , But thats to die a hundred thousand deaths : 〈◊〉 Ian : EEx● Exeunt. To● Enter Sir Thomas Wyat in the Tower . 〈◊〉 The sad aspect , this prison doth affoord , Iumpes with the measure that my heart peri● their country , and their friend Heere is no periur'd Counsellors to sweare 〈◊〉 sacred oath , 〈◊〉 Heere is no periur'd Counsellors to sweare A sacred oath , and th● forsweare the same th● Counsellors to sweare 〈◊〉 sacred oath , and then forsweare the same , No innovators heere N 〈◊〉 Norf : ho● name , Differ as farre as Winchester and honor . W 〈◊〉 Wiat : 〈◊〉 to your execution , You must be hang'd and quartered instantly : At the parke Corner , it a gallous 〈◊〉 gallous set , Whether make hast to tender natures debt . 〈◊〉 Then here's the end of Wyatt rising vp , Ito 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Wyatt Then 〈◊〉 the end of Wyats rising vp , Ito 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 was 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Then 〈◊〉 the end of Wyatt rising vp , Ito keepe 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 was 〈◊〉 , Right willingly I 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 the end of Wyatt rising vp , Ito 〈◊〉 Spaniards 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 was 〈◊〉 , Right willingly I yeelde 〈◊〉 the end of Wyatt rising vp , Ito 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 from 〈◊〉 was 〈◊〉 , Right willingly I yeelde my selfe 〈◊〉 end of Wyatt rising vp , Ito 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 the Land was 〈◊〉 , Right willingly I yeelde my selfe 〈◊〉 Wyatt rising vp , Ito 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 was sworne , Right willingly I yeelde my selfe to ●th ●th 〈◊〉 , Right willingly I yeelde my selfe to death , But so●ry such , should haue my place so●ry willingly I yeelde my selfe to ●th , But sorry such , should haue my place of birth . Had Li● Wheres the Lieftenant of the Tower ? heerelyes My Lord I will , heere lyes young Guilford , heere the Lady Iane 〈◊〉 Conduct them forth . lo●lye Good morrowe once more to my louelye Iane . 〈◊〉 innocent to die , what is it lesse , But to adde Angels 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 , The guiltie dying , 〈◊〉 die , what is it lesse , But to 〈◊〉 Angels to 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 , The guiltie dying , doe applaud 〈◊〉 what is it lesse , But to 〈◊〉 Angels 〈◊〉 heauens 〈◊〉 , The guiltie dying , doe applaud the 〈◊〉 what is it lesse , But to 〈◊〉 Angels 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 happiness , The guiltie dying , doe applaud the law 〈◊〉 neglectors , Then ours of you , that should bee our 〈◊〉 . 〈◊〉 , Then ours of you , that should bee 〈◊〉 protectors . Lor● No , God forbidde , my Lord of Winchester , It's made of lawe , and Wi●chester No , God forbidde , my Lord of Winchester , It's made of lawe , and should 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Winchester , It's made of lawe , and should I 〈◊〉 Twere against you , if I forget 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Winchester , It's made of lawe , and should 〈◊〉 raile against it? Twere against you , if I forget 〈◊〉 , You forg●t and should 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Twere against you , if I forget 〈◊〉 , You reioyc`d to see the fall of 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 should 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Twere against you , if I forget not , You reioyc`d to see the fall of 〈◊〉 , 〈◊〉 forget 〈◊〉 , You reioyc`d to see the fall of Cromwel , Ioy you now at me ? Oft dying men are Iustic● they that behold vs now , May to the axe of Iustice one day bowe , And in that plot of ground 〈◊〉 day bowe , And in that plot of ground where we must di● , Sprinckle their bloodes , Though I di● bowe , And in that plot of ground where 〈◊〉 die , Sprinckle their bloodes , Though I know 〈◊〉 Speake you to me Lord Guilford Guilfo● Speake you to me 〈◊〉 Guilford Norfolk● Norfolke no , I speake to — whi●h Alasse I doe not knowe which of 〈◊〉 dies first . 〈◊〉 Alasse I doe not knowe which of vs two dies first . 〈◊〉 O 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 rather 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 kill 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 the worst. 〈◊〉 Tis I sweete loue , that first 〈◊〉 kisse the blocke . 〈◊〉 Tis I sweete loue , 〈◊〉 must kisse the blocke . brook● I am a man 〈◊〉 men better brooke shocke of threatning death , 〈◊〉 sexe are thr●tning am a man 〈◊〉 men better brooke shocke of threatning death , 〈◊〉 sexe are euerweake The thoughts 〈◊〉 better brooke shocke of threatning death , Your sexe are euer weake The thoughts of death euerweake shocke of threatning death , 〈◊〉 sexe are euer weake The thoughts of death , a womans hearte 〈◊〉 shall first depart this haplesse world , and not Suruiue to see my dere loue dead . d●re haplesse world , 〈◊〉 not Suruiue to see my dere loue dead . E●ter Enter the Headsman . Head●. Headsm. 〈◊〉 Win: 〈◊〉 Iane : 〈◊〉 Hed: : Pard● Pardon 〈◊〉 Lord . 〈◊〉 Pardon me my Lord . Th●ugh Rise , doe not kneele . Though thou submit'st , thou hast a lowring steele ear● Good man of earth , make haste to make vs earth . ●riend Thankes gentle friend , But I haue other waiting women to attend ornamen● helping hand , To strip me of this worldly ornament Off with these robes , O 〈◊〉 the● from my 〈◊〉 worldly ornament Off with these robes , O teare the● from my side , Such silken couers are the● worldly ornament Off with these robes , O 〈◊〉 them from my side , Such silken couers are the coue● robes , O 〈◊〉 the● from my side , Such silken couers are the guilt of pride . Insteede of gownes prid● side , Such silken couers are the guilt of pride . Insteede of gownes , my 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 , My worldly 〈◊〉 guilt of pride . Insteede of gownes , my couerture 〈◊〉 , My worldly death 〈◊〉 new 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 . 〈◊〉 guilt of pride . Insteede of gownes , my 〈◊〉 be earth , My worldly death 〈◊〉 new 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 . What 〈◊〉 of gownes , my 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 , My worldly death or new 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 . What is it off ? 〈◊〉 gownes , my 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 , My worldly death 〈◊〉 new Celestiall 〈◊〉 . What is it off ? 〈◊〉 my 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 , My worldly death 〈◊〉 new 〈◊〉 breath . What is it off ? 〈◊〉 Pomp , That cleaues vnto vs like our bodies skinne? Yet thus O God shake of thy seruants sinne you● Here is a scarfe to blinde your 〈◊〉 . 〈◊〉 Here is a scarfe to blinde you● eies . 〈◊〉 Iane : Befor● the world , but from my Guilfords sight : Before 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Let me 〈◊〉 with a 〈◊〉 looke 〈◊〉 world , but from my Guilfords sight : Before I 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Let me 〈◊〉 with a 〈◊〉 looke 〈◊〉 but from my Guilfords sight : Before 〈◊〉 fasten 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Let me 〈◊〉 with a 〈◊〉 looke . 〈◊〉 from my Guilfords sight : Before 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 this 〈◊〉 Let me 〈◊〉 with a 〈◊〉 looke . 〈◊〉 from my Guilfords sight : Before 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 beneath my browe, Let me 〈◊〉 with a 〈◊〉 looke . 〈◊〉 Guilfords sight : Before 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Let me behold him with a 〈◊〉 looke . 〈◊〉 Before 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Let me 〈◊〉 with a constant looke . 〈◊〉 O doe not kill me with that pitious eie: 〈◊〉 Tis my last farwell , take it patiently : My dearest Guilford 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Nowe blinde : Tis my last farwell , take it 〈◊〉 , My dearest Guilford 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Nowe blinde 〈◊〉 farwell , take it 〈◊〉 : My dearest Guilford let 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Nowe blinde mine eyes , 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 farwell , take it 〈◊〉 : My dearest Guilford 〈◊〉 vs 〈◊〉 Nowe blinde mine eyes , 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 take it 〈◊〉 : My dearest Guilford 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 kisse and part, Nowe blinde mine eyes , 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Guilford 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Nowe blinde mine eyes , neuer 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Guilford 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Nowe blinde mine eyes , 〈◊〉 to 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Nowe blinde mine eyes , 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 see 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Nowe blinde mine eyes , 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 the 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Nowe blinde mine eyes , 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 skie, 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 He 〈◊〉 into a trance. 〈◊〉 Norf: : Lo●d How fares my Lord fal● Hee's falne into a 〈◊〉 . 〈◊〉 Hee's fal● into a trance . 〈◊〉 Norf: : 〈◊〉 Wake 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 , 〈◊〉 Guilford if thou 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 him 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 , 〈◊〉 Guilford if thou 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 not, 〈◊〉 , 〈◊〉 Guilford if thou 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 vntill hee wake himselfe , 〈◊〉 Guilford if thou 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 , O happie Guilford if thou 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Guil●rd 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 , 〈◊〉 Guilford if thou 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 will be 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 , 〈◊〉 Guilford if thou die 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 will be the first in 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 , 〈◊〉 Guilford if thou 〈◊〉 in 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 will be the first in heauenly 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 , 〈◊〉 Guilford if thou 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 this, 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 will be the first in heauenly 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 , 〈◊〉 Guilford if thou 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Thy 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 will be the first in heauenly blisse 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 , 〈◊〉 Guilford if thou 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 so●le 〈◊〉 will be the first in heauenly blisse heaue●ly 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 will be the first in heauenly blisse bliss● 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 will be the first in heauenly blisse E●ter Enter th● 〈◊〉 - 〈◊〉 with Ianes 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Enter th● 〈◊〉 - 〈◊〉 with Ianes head. 〈◊〉 Guil: 〈◊〉 Win: againel O I shall faint againe! ! Yet let me beare this fight vnto my 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 againe ! Yet let me beare this fight vnto my graue My sweete Ianes head : Looke Norfolke , 〈◊〉 male factors , looke : Thus when they die a ruddie lippe , A cleere reflecting eye , ruddi● factors , looke : Thus when they die 〈◊〉 ruddie lippe , A cleere reflecting eye , Cheekes 〈◊〉 eye , Cheekes purer then the Maiden oreant pearle, That 〈◊〉 bashfulnes through the 〈◊〉 Her 〈◊〉 Cheekes purer then the Maiden oreant 〈◊〉 That sprinckles bashfulnes through the 〈◊〉 Her innocence bash●lnes purer then the Maiden oreant 〈◊〉 That 〈◊〉 bashfulnes through the 〈◊〉 Her innocence , has giuen 〈◊〉 oreant 〈◊〉 That 〈◊〉 bashfulnes through the clowdes Her innocence , has giuen her this looke 〈◊〉 Win. , run● My Lord , the time runs on . 〈◊〉 Guil, 〈◊〉 out of breath , But the time goes on , And my faire Ianes white soule , wil be In heauen ge●tle In heauen before me If I doe stay : stay gentle wife , Thy Guilford followes thee , Though wi●e heauen before me If I doe stay : stay gentle wife , Thy Guilford followes thee , Though on Guilf●rd me If I doe stay : stay gentle wife , Thy Guilford followes thee , Though on the earth we part s●all earth we part , by aduerse fate , Our soules shall knock together at heauens gate . The 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 shall knock together at heauens gate . The skie is 〈◊〉 deathes haue a 〈◊〉 And we 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 knock together at heauens gate . The 〈◊〉 is calme, our deathes haue a 〈◊〉 And we 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 the smoother 〈◊〉 heauens gate . The 〈◊〉 is 〈◊〉 deathes haue a faire day, And we 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 the smoother on our way . 〈◊〉 The 〈◊〉 is 〈◊〉 deathes haue a 〈◊〉 And we shall 〈◊〉 the smoother on our way . My Lords farwell 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 is 〈◊〉 deathes haue a 〈◊〉 And we 〈◊〉 passe the smoother on our way . My Lords farwell 〈◊〉 smoother on our way . My Lords farwell , I once farwel to all , The Fathers pride has causde prid● farwell , 〈◊〉 farwel to all , The Fathers pride has causde the Childrens fall . Guilf●rd Exi : Guilford to Death . 〈◊〉 Norf. . beeioynd perform'd , And now their heads and bodies shall bee ioynd and buried in one graue , as fits fi●s shall bee ioynd and buried in one graue , as fits their loues . Thus much ile say in their 〈◊〉 much ile say in their behalfes now dead , Their Fathers pride their liues haue seuered .