The Duchess of Suffolk

THE DVTCHESS OF SVFFOLKE .

Actus Primus . Enter FOXE . Fox . KNights , Gentlemen , and Yeomen , attend her Graces seruice ; shee le abroad . Enter Cranwell vshering the Dutches of Suffolke , a gentlewoman bearing vp her trayne , Bertie , and gentlemen . at the other doore Begger Cran. Be vncoverd Gentelmen . Fox . Rome there , backe Beggers . Dutch. Bertie , deale mine Almes . Ber. Pray for the Dutches , friends . Beg. Heavens preserue your Grace . Exeunt Beg. Enter one with a Letter , delivers it kneeling . Dut. What saiest thou ? from my King ? I kisse his lines , As humbly as my infant penitence , When due correction threatned mine offence : She reads and smiles I may intreat the Palatine with grace , All curtesie and favours , for my Soveraignes sake , I will present him with smooth countenance , But for the poynt heere touching Marriage , Beseech my Prince of pardon , since , as yet , My Widdowes teares are scarce wipt from my cheeke , Touching the businesse , boute Sir Roger Willowbie , My deere neere kinseman , I le not returne You empty handed backe , but send His highnesse Parram Lordship to dispose , And thanke his gratious providence for him . Returne my salutations on my knee , And say my whole possessions are all his , Berty reward his paines , On ; Enter Gardner to the Tower guarded . Stay , and know the reason of that guard , How ? giue mine eyes the fulnesse of their wish , Skreene not my Ioyes , I pray stand all aside , My Gossip Gardner led vnto the Tower , T is pitty , nay man leaue your curtesie , My passion has no teares to answer you , Truth now I hope hath got a holliday , Exit Gardner . The tyrant Wolfe in hould , the Lambes may play , Forward to Sussex house in Barnisby street : More obiects yet of comfort ? what is he ? Enter Bonner guarded to prison . Fox . Bonner commanded to the Martialsie . Dut. Fagots will then grow cheape , they say , my Lord , That you haue bought vp all our fire-wood , To send vs in a shining flame to heauen , But Bertie , see how leane has studdy made him , And his care with sweating in represse of errors , Enter Sands . An Ell will hardly girdle his leane wast . Sands , I le defer your welcome yet from Cambridge , To shew you heere a president of zeale . Bonn . Madam these scornes liue not with charity , My conscience is content to beare this crosse . Dutch. And mine as well content that thou should'st beare it , think'st thou I will disburthen thy content , Good man thou art deceiv'd , my charity Shuts vp the doores against thy misery , I tell thee , all my sorrowes are dried vp , With this sweete breath of comfort , to see thee , Infranchise truth by thy captivity . Bonn. Time flaters you awhile , heaven has a power , Can change the White to Sable in an houre , My welthier thoughts , yet tell me I shall liue , these scornes to quittance , your free heart to greeue , For time is rich in ransome , she may rayse , Exit wit● gard●●▪ the scorn'd and captiv'd Bonner , ware those dayes . Exit with gard. Dutch. If Englands sinne deserues that curse againe , Doubtlesse my life the truth should still maintaine . Sand. The grace of heaven make strong that your resolue . Dutch . Tut Sands , I am no novice to beare off The gusty shocke of danger , heere is proofe , Hath bid the Cannon of rough threatning griefe , The deaths of one deere Husband , and two Sonnes , ( Regenerate in the fame of their deserts . ) Haue made a violent shot against this brest , But by the manly courage of that ioy , Is knit vnto my spirits , to behold The exild truth , now soiourning with time , The rage of their repugnancie recoyles , And I am Mistris of a Virgin heart . Bert. With pardon gratious Madam , Could Berties rude perswasion please your eares , I wish it cloth'd with Hymens royalties : A husband , like an Ammell , would inrich Your golden vertues . Dutch. How Men can praise themselues . Mariage is good , but where s the husband good ? A loving husband , Bertie , true in touch May sweare , so they wil be , few proue such . Bert. Durst my opinion venture , but to speake him , I could commend that merit to your heart , As I presume , your fancie would imbrace . Dutch. Void all the Chamber , Bertie , but your selfe , The husband now , come man , feare not to speake , Exeunt Servants . She sits . You haue absolution , ere you doe begin , The husband can report his true deserts . Bert. As much as observations greedy eye , Could well retayne , keepes warme vpon my tongue , Which to your noblest consideration was in honors wombe , And from her suckt his Nutriment of life , His spirit like an ensigne doth display The worthinesse of his heroicke birth , His more concealed vertues varnish that , To make his Comet ( merit , ) wondred at , Nature in moulding of his lyneaments , Has sham'd the cunning workemanship of Arte , That he is Madam , as your wish would make , The richer in desert for your worthes sake . Dutch. You haue describ'd the substance of a man , Such as might ravish the most chastest thoughts , Virginity could sinne in wish of him , For but on my deceased Brandons breath , Did never waite such rich perfections , In them I shall but re-espouse mine owne , Marry one Husband twice , embrace the dead , Hug in mine armes a Suffolke buried . Bert. If honorable Loue liue in a man , It guides the vertues of the Palatine . Dutch. The Palatine ? has he your wishes voyce . Bert. Could it assure him of your fancies choyce . Dutch. His stately honors are vnmatcht for mine . Berty . His greatnesse reflects beames into your shine . Dutch. That greatnesse claymes a duty from my heart . Bert. No more then his loue offers your desert . Dutch. Your humble eyes see 's merit , his will not , Our weaker worthes in Marriage are forgot . Bert. Nay rather Madam Wedlock doth inroule , The speciall essence of your rare deserts , Remembring your perfections . Dutch. I , they could liue in your humility , And my affections best afford them thee , Whilst thy sweete tongue solicites for thy friend , Into thy bosome all my thoughts I send . Enter Cranwell . Cranwell what newes . Cranwell Cran. The County Pallatine , now king of Poland . Dutch. King of Poland ? Bert. Madam survey your thoughts , Master your feares , and crowne your happinesse , Dutch. King of Poland ? Bert. You Queene my hopes would see . Dutch. Queene of my rich desires in marrying thee , What of this king of Poland ? Cran. He staies your graces leisure , Accompanied with the Earle of Arundell . Enter the Palatine being King of Poland , and Arundell . Dutch. Intreat their presence , Welcome royall Prince , My noble Lord . Palat. Madam , my latest service comes to bring An old affection from a new made king . Dutch. My Pristine gratulations thus accept The humble proffer of your soueraigne heart : But let me tell you , my thrice gratious Lord , You deale not Kingly , by advantag'd meanes To set vpon my infancy of Loue , To ambush lay it by intelligence : You know my meaning , there s a privie theefe I know you set to pillage my affections , He durst not else haue broke my secrets vp . His travell has not loytered in your sute , Nor will I be vngratefull to his paines . Enter Fox . The Duke Northumberland , with the Earle of Erbaigh , Desire to haue accesse vnto your grace . Dutch. More sutors ? well , they are all welcome ; vsher them in . Enter Northumberland , and Erbaigh . North. Health and faire fortune Waite on Suffolks Dutches . Dutch. Your wishes returne their vertues on your selfe . North. The king salutes you in my vassall breath , And bad me tell you , he received your gift With thankefull welcome , and bestowed the same ( Peec'd out with honor , from his noble bounty ) Vpon your cosen Sir Roger Willowby , Creating him Lord Willowby of Parram , To build remembrance of your gracious gift : Further he praies you to intreat this Prince , The Earle of Erbaigh with faire curtesie . Erba. Madam , the loue of your perfections Hath call'd me hither , and of them I craue , A welcome to my loyalty of heart . Dutch. I wish sir , my perfections of that wealth To rate so high a merit as yours is : But Princes , leaue this cheapning of my loue , It is a bad thing deere . Shall I beseech of you my Lord of Poland , and the rest , Princes or whosoever tenders me The humble service of his noble heart As to digest my choyce with patience : Amongst you I will choose , and at this time And in his like interre my widdowhood , Amongst a throng of merits one but enters , One wins the Goale still , though a thousand venters , This man must but possesse me , let the voyce Of my affections , please all with her choyce . Arun. Pleas'd or displeas'd , you women choose your liking , And reason you should haue it , or al s one You le take a fall to haue it ; fancies force Makes honest plainnesse often speed the worse , Choose Madam choose , and please thine owne content . Berty . The king of Poland Madam . Dutch. How this fellow Wakes my remembrance for the king of Poland , As though my fancy hung vpon his tongue , I never shot a blunted arrow foorth , Nor shall my choyce recoyle vpon his worth , Whom I le call mine ; come worst of fate , Berty I choose thy selfe my marriage mate , Vpon this low foundation I erect The Pallace of mine honors , on this knee I place the head of mine authority ; Let hand from hand exchange their offices , What s mine is thine , thine mine , seal'd with this kisse . Arun. How madcap Dutches ; what and ioyne lips to ? What ere we thought , I see it is a match . Dutch. You see blind fancies follie in my choyce , His worth prevailes , nor will I change my voyce . Berty . By the deere loyalty my thoughts doe owe To this vnmeasur'd grace you heape on me , And by the vertue of a Christian faith , The rellish of this blessing is so strong , That when I leaue to loue , I liue too long . Dutch. Princes , let your displeasure chide his merit , Which stole my loue your honors would inherit . Palat. My fury thus bursts forth , to wish increase Of your spouse vertues in your liues sweete peace . Erba. My hatred dies not so , but I would see Your merits liue in your posteritie . Dutch. Whereat frowne you sir ? Fox . I hope it is no breach of duty , to conceale Our close affections , they are priviledg'd , And I will keepe them so , you haue my seruice ; If it may pleasure , so ; if not , I care not : I le mourne mine owne sinnes , Take your Cloke and spare not . Dutch. If you be tired with the wearing it , Good speed you , I le not breake you backe with care . Fox . You haue my heart , whil'st I an honest asse , ( For so I count all men of patience , ) Haue laden it with whole loades of businesses , With iaunting on your errands , drudgt at home , With so strong diligence , that sleepe could scarce Approch my eye-lids for a sennights space : The honor of your Celler liues in me , You scarce command a throat can gulpe a health , You thinke I flatter , take good fellowes words , And him whose merit claymes preheminence , By their opinion , deale your recompence . Bert. If you meane me , I will not canvase With you for the voyce of quaint opinion ; You le waye downe the scales , Her honorable loue , the gift of fate , Not due of merrit , doth advance my state . Fox . Why sir , might she not bestow her loue on me ? Bert. She might . Fox . She might , more foole she did not , but al 's one All friends now , heere s my hand , my spleenes downe . Bert, In this imbrace I send a generall loue , To all my fellow servitors : I know some lowres vpon my happinesse , How vndeserued , let my offices Of loue to you , and duty to her grace , In their impartiall verdit render vp . Cran. O , take my answere as the generall voyce , For from my mouth breathes their opinions : She lessens not her honours in your choyce , But makes you Lord of her affections , And them we serue not , but her royalties , Which , as they are not lessened , why should we Shrinke from their seruice ; whom her loue doth honor , May challenge from vs speciall reverence , And so shall you , as homage for that loue , Whose soverainty commands our services . North. Consent I see is liberall to this match , And offers franckly my applauding heart , Wishing of heauen to smile vpon your loues , That from them may grow vp such gallant spirits As may renowne this land with honor'd merits . Exeunt . Enter Bonner , and Gardner . Bonn. Good morrow to my Lord of Winchester ; How doe you like our ayre i' th Marshalseas , From that i th Tower ? welcome too t my Lord . Gard. Oh I thanke your loue , But had we once our liberties , We would set night vpon these morning skies . Bon. Oh that that houre were come , the king once dead . Gard. What s that my Lord of London ? Bon. I , pray man , pray , that heaven would take Our good king Edward to yon happy land , Hee 's sicke , hee 's sicke , heaven take the infant child : For this crack'd world his vertues are too milde : Is not this charitable , what sayst thou man ? Gard. But is the king sicke ? Bon. And princes Mary well , Oh how I long to heare his passing bell . Soft who comes heere . Enter Clunie . Clu. Health to my honour'd Lords . Gard. That were , thou meanest . Clu. That are , I bring your Lordships from our anointed Queene . Bon. Queene ? is Edward dead ? Clu. King Edward , of that name the sixt , is dead , and Bon. Who , who I beseech thee , guides the state ? Clu. She that repeales you to your former seats , Royall Queene Mary . Gard. See . Bon. Good hold my backe , this suddaine blast of comfort Blowes me vp , where is my rivall Ridley and the rest , They now shall fire for this . Clu. Sent downe to Oxford . Gard . Thence they shall not stirre , Till fire consume them , if I be Winchester . Clu . By me her highnesse greetes you with that sea , Adding vnto it , high Chancellor of England . Bon. An office good my Lord may coyne revenge With Iustice stampe to pay our enemies . Clu. My Lord of London , that s your title now , Restor'd vnto it with her graces favor . Bon. And if affection lenifie my duty , Let me respectlesse die without her favor . Exit Clunie . Enter Lord Paget . Paget . Where be the Lords of Winchester & London ? Bon. The good Lord Paget , welcome , pray , what newes sir ? Paget . Her highnesse giues vs ioynt commission By vertue of this Patent to peruse , And clense the state of impious sectaries , Wherewith it was infected in the dayes Of her deceased brother Edwards raigne , Bon. Without affection of affinity . Paget . Of any , not her sister is except . Bon. Then let our Suffolkes Dowager expect Answere for her scorn'd taunts , she threw on me of late That hot spirit , fire and flax , Madam fagot stick , If she recant not I will fagot her , If all the wood in Middlesex can doo t , Or Londons Bishopricke haue meanes to pay for t I le not niggard her bones and I doe , arayne my charity . Paget . I haue already sent Processe for her husband , Forth by Clunie . Enter Bertie and Clunie . Bon. My man , a trustie fellow Worthy imployment in the Lollards tower , But heere comes Bartie , welcome honest Clunie It was well done , an honest knaue , I le gratifie thy loue As I will quittance such malignant hates . Ber. As whose , an t please your Lordship . Bon. A vengeance flatter you , Your curteous eare , weares daggers in your heart . Ber. My eare , my Lord , is servant to my heart . Bon. They serue indeed to guide the envious heart . Gard. Sure I thinke Bertie be an honest man , Religious was his education , With our deceased Chancelor whom he served , If since his Lady haue not wean'd him from it . Ber. Your honor still shall find me the same man . Bon. In substance , but how in Religion ? Ber. As then a member of the selfe same Church . Bon. My good Lady your Wife sir , shee s not so . Ber. I doe beseech your Lordships to suspend And smother your opinions till a triall Blow vp the embers to an open flame , Then censure as you find , and giue 's your doome . Gard. If we but finde her answers halfe so calme . Bon . Yes as thunder , she calme ? as a baited Beare , I will oppose my disputation , Against a Colledge of best discipline , Rather then with her braines , she sticks her iests ▪ Like poysoned arrowes , in our tender spleenes : Thinking the sanctuary of her high birth To priviledge her fond presumption , Ber. My credit sir be pawnd . Bon. Your credit tut tut , she hangs vpon the mercy of the Queene , But it will cast off her opinion . Bert. Should she be cold , my Lords , or set a frowne Vpon the alteration of her faith , Your Lordships know the somes of money due , From Charles the Emperour to her in the right , Of her departed husband , Suffolkes Duke , Which if your honorable licence would Assigne me a free passage to those parts To gather vp your vnexpected loue , Would heate her good opinion with the zeale . Where now the strangenes makes her somewhat stagger . Bon. Let him goe my Lords , you shal go speed him hence The way is broader vnto our reuenge , Which I haue sworne to take vpon that Dame , Whose scornefull taunts did so depraue my fame . What saies my good Chancelor to this sute . Gard. You haue free passage Bertie , when you please . Ber. To scape your envies , if we crosse the seas . Exit Ber. Bon. Follow him Clunie and when thou thinkest , The solemne farewell of divorced lips , Hath part this husband from his honor'd wife , With some especiall servants of the Queene Enter the Dutches house in Barbican , Take a true inventory of all her goods , Discharge her household , saue a man or two . One Woman , and the Nurse that suckles her Child , And say you haue commandement from the Queene To stay there till her highnesse further pleasure , That she shall walke the hie-way to the Tower , Be gon , performe thine Office carefully , And I will pay thy paines as liberally . Clu. I goe my Lord , but doe you heare the newes ? How Docter Sands is scapt from the kings bench , and fled . Gard. Send foorth our warrants into every Coast . Bon. Towards Kent , towards Kent , post Clunie , run villaine How starest thou ? packe . Liue in my bosome if thou bring him backe , This Sands is Chaplaine to yon scornefull Dutches , And he has tayne this lesson from her braynes , That house of slie deuises , shee s all wit , Nor shall I sleepe vntill I ruine it . Exeunt omnes . Finis Actus Primi .

Actus Secundus . Enter Bertie and Dutches . Bertie . Madam , my promise of your penitence , Wayed with the puissance of your high birth , Wherein you are alied vnto the Queene , Calmed the rough Menace of stout Gardner , And set a reverence on sterne Bonners tongue , Humbly to wish your reformation . Dutch. The Queene is neere and deere vnto my blood , In the remembrance of our mothers loues , Which chargeth greater sorrow at my heart , Then the huge shocke of their malignant threats ; My soule hath lodg'd the Trueth , it shall not thence , Whil'st this weake flesh displayes her ayrie sence . Ber. But Madam , let your wisedome shut her vp , Commit her not vnto your state to guard , But humble your hie spirit , sleike your speech , That envy may not stumble at mistrust , Or find a rub to start suspition : Weare a smoth brow in presence of your foes , Be shaken with their threats , retreat your spirit , Till they insult vpon your patience : The Conquest won in your submission , They slake the eager pursute of revenge , To giue you time to purvey for your scape ; You know my leaue of passage ore the seas , And with what cunning I haue color'd it , To free my conscience from the gaile of feare . Dutch. But still leaue mine vpon the rocke of care . Ber. I goe to seeke releasement of that care , Freely to spread the ensigne of your Faith : A simple , rusticke home of liberty , Is worth your honors in captivity . Dutch. It is , it is , and would befit our hues , To weare them out in contemplation : There should we reade , vpon the naked walls , The first creation of our wretchednesse ; There no intruding obiects of gaie clothes , Imbrodered hangings , or rich tapistrie , Shall wound the seruice which we owe to heaven . Oh M. Bertie , there my wish would be ; Change honor'd woe for poore felicity . Ber. I le lay a Barke at Leigh shall stay for you , To be transported to me at Midelborow . Dutch. But who conducts me to that Barke at Leigh ? Feare is a trusty guide , it is , it is , Shee that knowes no way , that way will not misse , I prethee goe , my Conscience to set free , My tender feet shall learne to follow thee . Ber. I goe . Dutch. Yet stay , nay goe , alas which way ? And must we part ? Ber. We must , My bodie 's heere , thou hast my heart along with thee Make much o' nt prethee , till we meete againe , My body and my soule you both retayne . Dutch. Slip not my duty , I beseech your loue , To her for whom my sorrowes shed more teares , Then is my wounded Conscience charg'd with feares . Ber. Patience , good Madam . Dutch. Passion Master Bertie , My spleene is wounded with compassionate pitty , I could drop out my Liver , rob my life Of her deere essence , with immoderate sighes , For that sweete Princes , wrong'd Elizabeth ; Now in the gripe of their pernitious hate , A guard of Angels ring her life about , From the malitious practise of her foes ; Rebate their furies , crosse their treacherous wayes , Let truth in her outliue these bloody dayes . Ber. Amen , amen , what shall I deliver to her from your grace ? Dutch. A comfortable salutation To that heart sorrowing Lady which my prayer From heaven has carried to her heart before . Ber. Will you ought else ? Dutch. A kind embrace from you , exchange a teare , two , And so farewell . Kisse . Ber. Oh this doth clog me more , waies downe my speed Should beare our fortunes to a soft repose , Not daring heere to peepe out of our thoughts , Without the danger of the Vulters gripe , Whose watching eyes of inquisition Steales covertly vpon our purposes , And yet you lag me with your loade of greefes . I could tosse woe for woe vntill to morrow , But then weede wake the wolfe with bleating sorrow . With what vnwillingnesse I part from you Let that and these receiu'd . Kisse . Adew , adew . Exeunt severally Weeping . Enter Cranwell — Cranwell meeteth her Cran. Madam . Dut. Now Cranwell , what would'st thou ? thy M. gone . Cran. I am glad he stayed not , to peece out our money Du . What heavy thoght straines moisture from thy heart Cran. To see your greatnesse strucke with enuies dart . Her highnesse servants haue attacht your goods , Discharging all your household officers . Du. What remedy ? this was my expectation : I was arm'd With compleat resolution , to abide The rigorous wrastle of this streame-borne tyde . Faintst thou at this ? then thou wouldst swoune to see My honourd state changed to ragg'd misery . Cran. I will not line to see that . Dutch. Then thy loue is tried : I thought it would haue lackied by my side . Cran . How meane you Madam ? When it tires in service of your Grace , May I ne're more haue being on the earth , Were you to passe th' extreamest of all woe , Might I be worthy , I would share with you . Dutch. Vpon thy trust , then I repose my life , Provide me 'gainst this even a Citizens Gowne , At h meanest fashion , like my present fortunes : This night I le hazzard to escape from hence , Putting my feares into the hand of fate , To trample on or readvance my state , Wilt thou about it ? Cran. With a winged speed : To cure your sorrowes this manly heart shall bleed . Exit Cran. Enter Fox , and Clunie . Fox . Madam this world is changed . Dutch: Change thou with it . Fox . Change , and I did it were no heresie : These humors graple with my honesty , But they are franticke fits , I let them passe . Dutch: Sir what are you ? Clu: My name is Clunie , and now your graces keeper . Dutch . I heare you haue discharged my houshould Servants . Clu: It is her highnesse pleasure . Dut: Or Bonners hate , but I accept it with a thankfulnes . Clu: All are not yet discharged , but your choice May call two men , a woman , and a Nurse . Dutch: Nay , Cranwell is all I will beseech of you . Fox . Why Cranwell , more then Fox ? Dutch: Because more staid , with him , Because of most continuance , And longest wearing in my services . Fox : What meane you by this wearing ? I am sure , My wits are worne as thinne as a Paper-leafe : But t is the fairest end of Serving-men , When we haue spent the pleasure of our youth , Ene sweate it out with painefull industry , To haue such itching slaues to eate vs out , Doe you so light respect me ? I as light Will make of you , and it come within my power . Dutch: Farwell , pull downe thy stubbornesse of spirit : There breathes no servant of more honesty : wil t please your kindnesse , keeper , vsher me , To teach my steps to vsher misery . Exeunt Dutches and Clunie . Fox : Now Thomas ? What will you doe now , Thomas ? Your Mistres has discharged you , and your coate , Thomas , Which was as deere to you , as your skin , Thomas , It is puld over your eares , what remedy : Has Fox nere a hole to hide 's head in these extremities Now I remember my Cozen Raynauld liues not far hence , To him I le make repayre , and feede on countrey poultrey For a while , till I can cry Vindicta on this Dutches . Well what I le doe my thoughts not yet aprooue , Fox will prooue true to trust , not false to loue , Exit . A cry within follow , follow Enter Hughe Tiler , and Ienkin going to worke with a tray of Tiles and a Ladder . Til. Ienkin where art thou , harke what a kenell of hounds Giues vs our welcome into kent , set vp , come & to this gere Stampe the frost out of thy feete into the morter for me , I le catch me a heate or I le beare it out at 'h stones . Beats his fingers against his sides . Ien. A good fire would doe better with the fingers ends . Tiler . But a pot of Ale and a tost would doe best of all With a cold stomack , over goe to the Cocke And see if he came a' th kind , if his ale will Make a man crow , wee le leaue our implements heere They will not runne away , and heere s no great croud Of People i th towne , but if they be stolne , we may find 'em Come Ienken , nimbly and stay by 't . Exeunt . A cry within follow , follow . Enter Sands , looking about . Sands . Whither now wilt thou dispose thy selfe From the enraged pursuite of this search That with their fresh breathings haue oft tired thee , After so many hazards , whence my care Has sweat in water to redeeme my feare , Must I at last be forc't to yeild and die Finds the Tilers things . Oh griefe , but who can slip his destenie They come and I am tired , Thankes heaven I haue found a meanes I hope to shelter me in these extreames . Goeth vp the Ladder and workes . Enter Clunie , with many Officers . Clunie . Follow , pursue with swiftnesse and hee s ours , Soft heere s a Tiler , wee le enquire of him Sands sings Which way he tooke , sirra you Tiler ho Durtdauber with a vengeance answere me , leaue singing of your necke verse , Rogue your best Lest it prooue so indeed , you le answerer ' Tiler hoe . Shakes the Ladder . Sands . Say you sir , say you . Clunie . Say you goodman rascall ? Saw you not a man passe this way With a speedy course but now . Sands . He crost downe that way . Clunie . How the devill did we misse him ? Tir'd I hold my life , and tayne some barne , Or privy shead ; come le ts backe , search every nooke , Ransacke the bushes , in each corner looke . Exeunt . Sands . How strong my spirit is to call them backe , Arm'd with the steeled proofe of inocence , That can rebate the edge of tyrany , Invulnerable innocence she would goe , But yet this flesh is frayle and full of feares , To keepe the soule from yon Celestiall spheares , Thy will be done my maker , whose great hand Hath now my life from scortching malice fann'd . Exit . Ienkes , Come away Hugh ti ti tiler , Now we haue lin'd our backs , And warmd our bellies , Le ts doe our dayes worke in an houre And drinke our selues drunke all the day after . Til. Whope , why the Cocke ale has spurd thee already . Ien.

Thou art a Coxcombe to say so , I will run vp , and Come downe my Ladder as nimble as a Squerrill .

Tiler ,

For going vp I know not , but thou 't come downe With thy head forward .

Ien.

Why then that 's a tricke more then ever thou sawest in thy life , oh in my ale I can doe any thing , tumble like an Eliphant .

Enter Clunie , and Officers . Clunie . Now where 's this Tiler . Ienkin. At hand quoth pickepurse , Ha you any worke for a tiler . Clu. Not so much worke sir as you haue made for the searcher . And which way crost the man ? Ien. Should there not be two hundred of slates , saist thou ? Clu. Answere me hobbihorse , Which way crost he you saw enow ? Ien. Who doe you speake to sir , We haue forgot the hobbihorse . Tiler . Yes truely sir , Looke well amongst your selues for him . Clu. The man , the man sirra Saunders , that you said you saw . Ien. That I saw said you , all that I saw was a russet Gentleman with a tosted Cullizance , and hee went downe Gutter-lane I assure you . Clu. That 's as true as Sands crost this way , and wee not see him . Tiler .

Did he crosse this way and you not see him , the more blind buzzard you .

Clu.

You told vs sirra enow , he went this way .

Ien.

Who I , then I told you a lye , for I was then sipping my morning draught .

Clu Say fellowes did not he direct vs thither . Ien. I , who I ? Ienken the Tiler . Watch. I you . Ien.

Blesse my slating , is the devill amongst you , that you fall so fast a lying , if I saw any of you before would every slate I haue were in your bellies , why doe you not know Ienken the Tiler .

Tiler . Nor hugh the good Dutches of Suffolkes man . Clu. The Dutches man , an Hereticke . Ien.

Nay nay , that s most certaine , what s an Erewig sir , a good fellow I hope .

Clu, You shall haue that defind , When you come before my Lord . Tiler , Oh by no meanes , He spits nothing but fire and fagot-sticks . Ien. No matter , I haue ale enough in my belly to Quench vm . Clu. So guard them safe , these villaines haue conveid That traytor Sands their fellow , hence . Ienk. Not I , I desire you , I renounce and confound you . Clu. Dam vp the brick bats mouth , convey them hence , T is they shall pay the price of Sands offence . Exeunt omnes . Enter Dutches like a Citizens Wife with Cranwell . Dutch. Cranwell . Cranw. Madam . Dutch.

Speake softly , where is Nurse , speake softly prethee Lord , why loyters she , but call her not : soft , soft , what creaking shooes hast thou got Cranw . to betray our feares , put off them traytors .

Cranw. Madam . Dutch. Thou speakest too loud . Cran. Neither my tongue , nor shoes , can reach an eare . Dutch. Yes Cranwell but they doe of iealous feare . My life is on the hazard of this game And I mistrust each step will cheate the same . Cran. O that the poyson of this feare were once removed . Dutch. We should not then halt heere The poyson hath the treason of my foes , I wish but patience to abide their blowes , But who comes heere , Nurse , with a candle light T is darkenesse woman must guide out our feere . Enter Nurse with a Candle . Clunie aboue . Clu. What light is that there ho ? Dutch. Nurse what hast thou done ? Disperse away , to Lyon key begon . Clu. What ho , will none speake there , awake the guard . Dut. What stay you for , for heavens sake will you goe , Good Cranwell , sweet Nurse , linger not my woe . Cran. How will you find that way you yet nere went ? Dutch. I le ' trust in him that guides the Innocent , Giue me my Child , & Mantle , now heavens pleasure : Exe. Cranwell and Nurse . Frewell , come life or death , I le hug my treasure , Nay chide not pretty babe , our enemies come Thy crying will pronounce thy mothers dome . Clunie within . Clu. Shee s gone , she s gone . Dutch. Not far , but be thou still This gate may shade vs from their envious will . Exit . Enter Clunie and Garde . Clu. Gone , gone , pursue her or we are vndone . Exeunt with Garde . Enter Dutches . Dutch Oh feare what art thou ! lend me wings to file , Direct me in this plunge of misery , Nature has taught the Child obedience , Thou hast bin humble to thy mothers wish , Oh let me kisse these dutious lips of thine , That would not kill thy mother with a cry , Now forward whither heaven directs , for I Can guide no better then thine infancy , Heere are two Pilgrims bound to Lyon-key , And neither knowes one footstep of the way , Returne you , then t is time to shift me hence . Exit . Enter Clunie with Guards . Clu. Search euery corner , heere , behind this gate Her mantle , oh the lucke , had we but staid To search this nooke , when fury bore vs hence With violence to overtake her course , We had prevented her intended scape But what heaven would not , could not , t is decreed , Her innocent life , should not by envy bleed : But heere we stint not , to pursue her flight , I know t will boyle vp Bonners rancorous spight . Exeunt . Enter Dutches . Dutch. Thus far , but Heaven knowes where wee haue escapt The eager pursuite of our enemies , Having for guidance my attentiue feare , Still I looke backe , still starte my tyred feet , Which never till now measur'd London street , My honors scornd that custome , they would ride , Now forc't to walke , more weary paine to bide : Thou shalt not doe so child , I le carry thee In sorrowes armes to welcome misery , Custome must steele thy youth with pinching want , That thy great birth , in age may beare with scant , Sleepe peaceablie sweete ducke , and make no noise Me thinkes each step is deaths aresting voice , We shall meete Nurse anon , a dug will come To please my quiet infant , when , Nurse , when ? Enter Nurse . Nurse . Who 's that calls Nurse ? Dutch. Aye me I am oreheard . She hides herselfe . Enter Cranwell . Nurse . Master Cranwell . Cranw. Who goes there ? Nurse ? Dutch. Cranwell . Cranw. Madam . Nurse : My sweete Lady . Dutc. Whist honest Nurse ? how strangely are we met ? Cranw. It is the place where you appointed vs . Dutch. Then heaven is gratious to my ignorance , For had this night worne on the pride of day , By I it could not haue found out the way . Nurse . Are you not weary Madam ? Dut. Admit I be , let patience ease all , there s no remedy : Within cry . For Grauesend hoe . Dutch. What s that , he frighted me . Cranw. They call for their passengers to Graues-end . Dut. Passe we our feares with them , there staies at Lee A Barke that will redeeme our liberty , If you dare venture , with my fortunes goe , A tide of Ioy , may turne this streame of Woe . Cranw. How you resolue of me , I know not , try , And when I shrinke , brand me with infamy . Dut. In heavens name , on then , fellowes all in sorrow , When we stand need , wee le mutuall comfort borrow . Exeunt . Enter Bonner , Gardner , Clunie , Ienkin and Tiler , guarded . Bon. My Lord sit downe , stand foorth thou Ipocret . Ien. I never drunke Ippocrasse in my life sir , T was strong Ale that I am guilty of . Bon. Clunie giue evidence against this wretch , Hath set his hand to helpe a traytor hence . Ien. Indeed my Lord I am no Traytor , I am a Tilor ,

Clunie tells your Lordship a fable , we saw no such Man , not wee .

Gard. No , wilt thou obstinately stand in it , Didst not thou lend him a disguise , imploy him Mongst other laborers about thy worke , And yet wilt thou deny thou art no Traytor . Bon. Slaue , Villaine , Dogge , Haue we not heere the honest testimony Of mine owne Parator , that saw him clothed In thy apparell , and darest thou deny it , Fagots , fagots , hence to th' stake with him . Ien. Oh good my Lord , I shall never indure it , I was wance but burnt i th hand , and I haue bin The worse for t ever since , doe but heere me , Prooue that I had any other apparell this seven yeares , Then that you see vpon my backe , and burne me not , But cut me into rashers , and broyle me for Carbonadoes . Clu. My Lords as I am Clunie , and your Parator , This counterfeit simplicitude was he , That twixt the houres of 12. and 1. at Noone , Convayed the impious Traytor from our search , By shifting him into his homely raggs . Ien.

Twixt 12. and 1. nere trust me , but at that very time I and my fellow heere , ( canst thou speake nothinge for thy selfe ) were at dinner at mother Puttocks , with a piece of a Tripe and a blacke-Pudding , by the same token there was a candles end in 't as long as my thumbe .

Bon. So , so , y ar a cunning Knaue , but sirra , sirra , This cannot serue your turne , you rescued him , And that by 'th law is held as Capitall , As if thy selfe wert guilty of the crime . Gard. His crime my Lord is it not manifest , That hee s a favourer of these Scismatikes , And what is that but flat rebellion . Bon. Goe too , he must frye for t , he , shall I say the word , Bonner that ere long will purge this land with bonfiers , We come not with the Oliue branch of Peace , But with the sword of Iustice , these Hidraes-heads will still Be florishing , vnlesse at once we giu 't a fatall stroke , Let them convert to ashes , let them burne , So shall the State be quiet : how now , what newes ? What haue you caught the Dutches . Enter Messenger . Mess. Most strangely sir , she did escape my hands , Besides at Billinsgate haue I kept narrow search , Yet for my life could set no eye on her . Bon. But we haue all this while taine a wrong course , Shall we imagine being hunted thus : She would commit the sauegard of her life To common passage , where she was assurd There would be diligent waight laid for her : No , shee s more subtile , all the world , my Lord , Shall not perswade , but shee s in England still , In Marget , Lee , or some such bordering towne . Messen. And in good time I met a man of hers , One Fox , my Lord , a fellow , as it seemes , Disgrac't by her , that told me we were wide In that we went about . Gard. Where met you him . Messen. Comming from Algate . Bonn. Would he not confesse Which way his Lady Mistrisse was escapt ? Mes. With much a doe my Lords , with threats and promises , At last he told me he would bring Where we might trace her , and intrap her too . Bon. Why brought you not that fellow to our presence ? He shall haue dispensation how he will , So he be trusty , and performe his word . Messen. He promis'd faithfully to meete me heere . Bon. Well if he come , your eare . They whisper . Enter Fox . Fox . Now Fox devise to qualifie Thy nature to thy name , These be meere Caniballs That take no pleasure but in sucking blood , And though vnluckly it was thy chance , To fall into their hands , yet be not thou ( How ever outward grievances may vrge ) A traytor to thy Lady ; smooth with these , That vnder collour to betray the Dutches , She may haue safer liberty to passe . Messen. See my Lords , hee 's come . Bon. Come hither sirra , you did serue the Dutches , And t is no doubt but you can giue vs notice Which way shee 's fled , stand no vpon nice tearmes As fearing to incurre some deadly sinne , But tell vs plainely which way she is gone . Fox . My Lords , I cannot readily discover Which way shee 's gone , by reason I haue bin Long in disgrace , and quite dismist the house , But sure it is , she went disguis'd from hence , And t is not possible but she must lurke , Within some Haven towne neere to the coast . Gard. What Towne , as thou imaginest ? Fox . My Lords I thinke toward Dover , Or the Downes of Kent . Bon. Nay that s not likely , soft , some A horne . News I hope . Enter A Post . Post . Health to this honorable presence , I come to certifie your Lordships all , That as we kept the Ports on Essex side , T was credibly reported , that the Dutches With little or no trayne , is lodg'd in Lee , And for she is disguis'd , and our Commission Expir'd the date , we craue a fresh supply , And some direction how to intercept her . Bon. No better meanes then to renew our warrant , And send this fellow with it that doth know her , Into what shape so ere she be transform'd . It shall be so , I thanke thee Pursyvant For thy good newes , it glads me at the heart , I shall at length be even with this proud Dutches , At Lee in Essex , oh t is excellent : But I will tell you how 't shall be my Lord , Fox shall not goe alone , Clunie and I Will beare him companie , and withall , ha , ha , I cannot choose but laugh to tell the rest , As shee 's disguis'd to hide her from my flght , So will I be , to take her , in her slight , Is it not good , is it not rare my Lord , Nay is it not the best that ere you heard , When subtilty by fraud shall be debar'd , I warrant you shee 's ours Clunie , Fox come hither , Provide you straight , Fox thou shalt goe with me , Ha , wilt thou not . Fox . ( A plague vpon you , ) I must answer , I . How ere my heart abhor this treachery , My Lord I will . Bon. Why now thou pleasest me , And I will richly recompence thy paines , But for we will not , our affaires at home , In the meane time be slackt , or intermitted , You my good Lords shall haue a speciall care About it straight , Fox , Clunie , follow me , This is to Bonner chiefe felicity . Exeunt all but Fox , and Ienken . Fox . Yes , I will follow , Though not further ye , I trust this is a meanes ordain'd of Heaven , To bridle this bloodsuckers cruelty , But how now , what art thou . Ienken .

Marry sir an honest man and a Tiler , that was sent for hither to bee examined about wan M. Sands , and it seemes for Ioy they haue to kno where the Dutches is , they haue forgotten me , what were I best to doe .

Fox . What else but get thee home vnto thy house , Away be packing , since they haue forgot thee , Doe not thou tarry to reviue their memory . Ien. Nay if I put them in mind on 't , let me be chokt , For want of drinke , since Ale thou art so luckie , I le take the tother pot while it is nappy . Exit Ienken , Finis Actus Secundi .

Actus Tertius . Enter Dutches , Cranwell , Nurse , the Child , Sands , Master Goseling a Merchant . Goseli. Most honourd Princes , thinke your selfe as safe , In my protection at this towne of Lee , As in the strongest hould you doe possesse . Dut: Good M. Goseling now we flie to you As to our harbor , in your hands it lies , Either to comfort , or confound our liues ? Sands . We now are chaced by many savage men , That with blood-thirstinesse pursue our deaths , Being yet within the closure of their armes , And desperate of all hope to you we flie . Cranw. Cosen Goseling 'mongst a world of other men . The providence of heaven chose out you , Either to be made famous for true faith , Or by disloyall dealing infamous , Presuming on your perfit honesty , I brought my noble mistresse , this graue Doctor , This infant Lady , and present vs all , To your safe conduct : o betray our liues , Bonner will giue you gold , woe to that good That bad men get , by selling guiltlesse blood , If any such thought haue possest your heart , Make Marchandise of mine , let these escape , For these are pretious in the eyes of heaven , Let them depart , leade me to Bonner first , Happy my blood , to quench his raging thirst . Gosel. Cosen I wonder , what desert of mine Hath bred in you this bad opinion , But I impute it rather to the zeale You beare your Ladies safety , then the thought Of any treason you discerne in me , Madam my life , yet out of dangers gripe , I thrust into your perill , witnesse heaven , I take vpon me to conceale your flight , And now I am as deepe in Bonners hate As neere to danger , as the next to death , Be confident in me , the zeale I beare , To the sincere profession of the truth , Is a sure guard for you to trust vpon . Dut. The poorest Princes , only rich in faith , Will pay you a large bounty of her praiers , Remember then you call me Mistrisse White , For by that name I past from Billings-gate , Thence to Graues-end , and so from thence to Lee , Where vnder your protection we remayne . Sands . In every place we heere the Hue and Cry , Pursue our fearefull flight , in every towne We heare the voyce of persecution . Noyse within . Craenw. And harke I heere the officers within If we be knowne , we are but dead . Gosel. Tush Mistrisse White , That name shall giue free scope vnto your flight . Enter Constable , and Officers . Consta Good you , good even M. Gosseling , Good you , good even . Gosel. Welcome good M. Constable , what s the newes with you . Consta.

Marry wee haue a warrant heere from the high Commission , to seeke for a Dutches , and certaine other People , that are in her company , as Doctor Sands , and one Master Cranwell , her Gentleman-vsher , we are commanded to search your house for such suspected Persons .

Gosel. See M. Constable , with me remaines No more then these , if Mistris White my daughter , Come with her Child , and Nurse to visit me , With this her husband , this her husbands father , If you thinke her a Dutches , him a Doctor , Then you may apprehend them at your pleasure , If not , you had best to make a further search , For I protest , no stranger more then these , Harbors within my roofe . Con. I take your word sir , and yet I wil not , I wil search within . She a Dutches blesse her good Woman , Good Mistris White y' ar welcome to Lee , as I may say within . We haue an honest neighbor of your Father , Is this your Child , heaven blesse the little mopps , Alack , alack , it is as like the Grand-sire As ever it may looke , my pretty ducke . Enter Fox . Fox . Where 's M. Constable , haue you made search , In these suspitious houses . Dut. Good heaven protect vs , now we are betraid , This Villaine will , I feare , discover vs . Fox . I know her , them , and all . Dutch. Good M. Goseling stand to vs now , Or we are betrayd . Gosel. Get you into my house . Fox . Stand there attend there M. Constable , My M. Doctor Bonner in disguise , Stayes at the gate , let me survey these parties . Cranw. Thou knowest vs Fox , wee haue bin fellow servants , Confer the yeeres past , with the present times , And it will make thy flinty heart relent . Fox . I know thee not . Cranw. O Fox , she hath bin the most honord Mistris , That ever servant serued , stay me , And whilst their bloody hands are busied , With ceising me , let her , and these escape . Fox . Peace fellow , now no fellowes , thy Mistr. when she was In prosperity , turn'd me off , and therefore I will not know Her in extremity . Cranw. Wilt thou not know her in extremity , Vngratefull villaine . Fox . No sir , I will not , I come to looke a Dutches , Woman be gon , I know thee not , thou a Doct , thou a dunce , Get thee gon , Cranwell I knew , he was my fellow servant , Thee I know not , thou art a paultrey fellow , Away Goseling , take in your geese , Ship them at your pleasure , when the coast is cleere , I my selfe will giue you a watch-word . Sands . The fellow may meane well , let vs withdraw . Dut. I now perceiue , I haue done his faith much wrong , His heart has no relation to his tongue . Exeunt . Fox . Away , wher s the Constable . Heere s neither Cranwell , Sands , Dutches , nor Child , Goe call in my Lord Bonner . Enter Bonner , and Clunie . Bonn. Fox . Fox . My Lord . Bon. What hast thou found them Fox ? Fox . My Lord we had a wrong intelligence , But thus you shall surprise them , passe they cannot But by this way , now will we watch these passages , For now the tide 's at height , if they intend To ship themselues , it must be presently , Place your selfe heere , directly by this well , By you Clunie , heere I meane to stand , Guard that place well , by me this shall be mand . Bon. Stand by me Clunie , Fox , i le pay thee well , If by thy meanes we catch these miscreants , T will bee thy making Fox , M. Cunstable where will you stand . Fox . Let him keepe that way , that beares to landward , That way , I am sure they will not take , Goe make a strong watch there . Con. I warrant you M. Fox , let vs alone to guard that passage . Clu. My Lord , you had best sit for your ease . Exit Con. Bon. Oh I could watch houres , daies , nights , moneths , yeeres , So I might see their hearts weepe bloody teares . Fox . Looke you stand sure Lord Bonner , for I hope , Anon you le neede a bucket , and a rope . Enter Goseling , Dutches , Sands , Cranwell , Nurse , and Childe . Gose. Keepe close together , lest you loose your trayne , My barke is ready to receaue you straight , That way you neede must take , I le not be seene , Heaven be your guide , with me you haue not bin . Exit . Dutch. Good sir farewell , my prayers on you attend , I will report you for a Princes friend . Fox . Stand , trust me and keepe on , What ere you see shrinke not , away begon , My Lord they come , they come , away , away . Bon. Helpe , helpe , for heavens sake helpe . Exeunt they . Clu. My Lord is in the well . Fox . A rope for Bishop Bonner , Clunie run , Call helpe , a rope , or we are all vndone . Clu. I le to the watch for helpe . Exit Clunie . Bon. Helpe , helpe , good Fox . Fox . Soft Bonner , not too fast Heere is no comming out till they be past , My armes too short my Lord , a rope is comming . Enter Clunie , Constable , Watch , with Ropes . Clu. Heere in this well , ropes , ropes my masters . Fox . By this they are far enough , Well done my Masters , lends your hands , Draw Dun out of the ditch . Draw , pull , helpe all , so , so , well done . They pull him out . Bon. Oh Fox oh Clunie , oh my Masters all , I am almost drown'd , oh lead me to some fire . Oh Fox , what meanest thou to rush with such rude force . Fox . What would you haue me doe , I saw them comming , And I had not the power to stay my selfe . Enter Goseling . Bon. And are they past . Gose. What stand you trifeling here , what seeke you for ? If for the Dutches , if for Doctor Sands , For Cranwell , and the rest , they in disguise , Are got abord a Ship , and with full sailes , Flye from the Shore . Bon. Thou telst me a sad tale , Post Fox , run Clunie , hire a Barke with speede , Goseling we were suspitious of thy faith , But by this message , thou hast cleer'd thy selfe , See Goseling , I am almost drownd . Gos. I am sorry for your honor , that you scap't . Bon. Tush we trifle time in their vaine pursute , Thou shalt haue gold Fox ; Clunie , thou reward , Helpe me to fire good Goseling , Fox away , We loose much expedition by thy stay . Fox . I le after them my Lord . Bon. May all things prosper to thy hearts desire , Come Goseling , prethee lead me to a fire . Exeunt Omnes . Enter Bartie , and Pericell a Walloune . Bertie . And as I told you sir , with that excuse , I grounded this my colorable passage , And sent a ship , which staies for her at Lee , Where by appointment she had promis'd meeting , But She is so watcht , so guarded , and so bard , Of her true servants presence and accesse , That I despaire of her arrivall here . Pere . Good M. Bertie , cheere your drooping thoughts , We are Walloones , but in subiection , And strict obedience to the church of Rome , Rewards and promises , are sent abroad , To every forreine Prince , and Burgomaster , To stay the Dutches , for the rumor runns , She is escapt already from her house . Enter Sands . Ber. T is very certaine M. Pericell , Now shall we heare some newes , Here 's Doctor Sands . Sands . Newes of the Dutches , that will please but ill , I will forbeare to speake of our escapes , All which were wing'd , with fortune , and successe , And tell you of one haplesse accident , We all tooke Ship at Lee , but not together , For I alone past in a Hollander , No sooner did the wind blow from the shore , But rose a tempest , which disperst our ships , And we might see the Barke wherein she went , By violence of the waues forc'd backe againe , Even to the havens mouth . Ber. Even to deaths leane armes , Thy tragicke newes , hath slaine me M. Sands , We are as one , and what beside her person , I feele in a true essence of her griefe . Pere . In these extreames , t is good to hope the best . Ber. Oh M. Perecill , the worst of ills , Falls on her head , and can I hope the best , Shee s like a Lambe , trapt with a heard of Wolues , A harmelesse Doue amongst a thousand Haukes , If she return'd , what providence can saue , A body doom'd already to the graue . Enter Cranwell , Dutches Nurse , Child . Sands . See M. Bertie , lift vp your sad eyes . Dutch. Bertie . Bertie . Madam . Kisse . Sands . Oh see the meeting of two faithfull soules , What a sweete vnion it doth make of hearts , When one another mutuall ioy imparts . Dutch. Defer the story , of our dangers past , To acquaint vs with some comfortable ayd . Bert. Oh pardon me one minute gentle Madam , If I delay your faire request a little , To take my fellow servants by the hand , Good M. Cranwell , the firme loyalty , You beare you Mistrisse , in her great extreames , Shall be recorded in a booke of Brasse . Cranw. Alas I haue scanted of my duty much , My liberall will 's ioyn'd with vnable power , With my true service I doe ioyne my life , And owe them both , vnto your princely Wife . Bert. You are a Mirror , Nurse , so art thou , Thy noble carriage , thus I Kisse with ioy , Alas poore Lady , thou , ere thou canst goe , Art forst to leaue thy countrey , thy returne , Will make them smile , that now are forst to mourne , Thy infancy in Pilgrimage is spent , Yet thy abode heereafter shall be Kent , And be an honord Countesse of that name , For so my true divining spirits doe ayme . Dutch. What Gentleman is that . Bert. T is a Walloone Feris de Ryviers , alias Perecell . Dutch. May we repose with him ? Bert. Madam you may not , Neither in this place may I challenge you , For I am noted , and your comming hither , Both promised , and expected by great men , Who to surprise you , haue receiv'd reward , All Ports are laid , all passages are stop't , Search , and inquirie posts through every towne . Pere . Madam t is true , nor would I haue you stay , In Emden long , for you are laid for heere . Dutch. What shall we then doe ? Sands . Madam , le ts to Santon , Let M. Bertie stay with Perecell , And meete vs there heereafter . Dutch. Content , let it be so , Never two lovers , Married to more woe , Heere meete we , and heere part we , oh short pleasure , Which fortune serues vs , in too small a measure . Bert. My body is devided in the midst , That way goes halfe my heart , and this way tother , Necessity thy sterne deeds I beshrow , That thy rude hand , giues vs the parting blow , At Santon I will meete you Madam , heere I dare not know you , so adue my deere . Exeunt Berty , Perecell . Dutch. Berty farewell , to Santon bound we are , With these companions , and our conduct care , You people happy in a land of peace , That ioy your consciences , with the worlds increase , Looke with indifference into my sad life , Heere my poore husband , dares not know his wife , And I a Princes , to avoid like danger , Must vse my owne deere husband , as a stranger , Towards Santon we , through deserts , any way , Though all should leaue me , I for griefe must stay . Cranw. Madam , you see what strictnes , we are forced to . Le ts wing our feet , till we can get to Santon , Sands . Madam , let me admire your constancy , For heaven hath prov'd your patience every way , Yet you are confident , and more your zeale to trie , Yo 'r forst your loyall husband to deny , Cran. Then what pale trembling cowards heart would faint , To wade through danger with so pure a saint ? Enter 4. or 5. Theeues . 1. Thiefe . A bootie , stend , dispoyle them , downe with them . Dutch. We are beset with theeues . Sands . Sands , thou must flie , For weaponles , thou canst no mastery try . Exit Sands . Nurse . Theeues , theeues . Exit Nurse , and Child . 1. Theefe . Pursue them not , le ts ceise on them that stay , Fight , wound Cranwell . Cranw. Slaues , you haue murderd me . Theefe . No matter , ceise on her , and rifle both , Ha , by my faith a gallant lusty wench , T is the best booty , that we met this moneth . Dut. Oh my true servants death , doth grieue me more , Then all the sorrowes that I felt before . They drawe her aside to rifle her . Enter Bertie . Ber. I am iealous of the safety of my wife , And to escape the better through the woods , I haue cloath'd my selfe thus in an Out-lawes shape , Oh , sight of ruth , my fellow Cranwell slaine : My wife graspt in the armes of ravishers , Then heaven instruct me with some present meanes , That I may find some aid to rescue them , I haue it , a booty , a booty , a braue booty : But we want helpe , and ayd to compasse it , Foure wealthy Merchants , are come downe this hill , Some little ayd , and we shall share them all . 2. Thiefe . Some of you looke to see the Woman safe , I le helpe to take the booty . 3. Thiefe . And so will I . 1. Thiefe . One bird i th' hand 's worth two i th' bush : I le take my present purchase . 2. Thiefe . Wee le share a both sides , come conduct vs to them . Bert. I will , stirre not from hence with her , Till we returne . Exeunt . 1. Theefe . My life for yours , come , will you vncase . Dut. Doe not disrobe me of my clothes , as y' ar a man . 1. Theefe . Tut , stand not vpon tearmes , I loue to see a Woman naked . Dutch. Defend me heaven . Enter . Bertie . Bert. So ho , ho , I haue lost a Iewell , And left it heere behind , when I departed hence . 1. Theefe . What valew . Bert. More pretious then thy soule , and this it is , Villaine , thinke not to scape , your mates are far enough . 1. Theefe . How goodman rascall . They fight , the Theefe falls . Bert. Thus , Villaine , for the world , I would not stayne my hands with thy base blood : But rascall , I will bind you to the peace , Binds him . So now , let this ditch shelter you . Dutch. My Berty ? heaven be prais'd , Though I am rob'd of all the wealth I haue , I am rich enough , in my possessing thee , Bert. Is M. Cranwell slaine ? Cranw. But sorely hurt , and I am neere to death . Dutch. Bind vp your wounds , with this white hankercher , Bertie , I am so vs'd to misery , That it seemes nothing , wheres the Nurse and Child ? Bert. Oh crosse on crosse , le ts looke about the woods . Dutch. My Susan lost , I will not stir one foot , But to the Villaines be a second prey , Vnlesse I find her . Cranw. Lend me your hand deere sir , get I once vp , I le spend the remnant of my blood that s left , In search of my young Mistresse . Exeunt Omnes . Enter Nurse , and Child . Nurse . Oh whither shall I flie , to saue my life , From the rude hands of these fell ravishers ? My haplesse Lady , and her husband both , By this , haue felt the cruell stroake of death , Or which is worse , are captiue led away , Noise within so ho , ho Nurse And to the Vulters gripes become a prey , Oh harke , I heare them comming , hence begone , Hard is thy hap , that must be left alone , Deere babe forgiue me , I am forc'd for life , Leane Child . To ease my carriage , leaue thee to their strife . Exit . Enter Berty , and Dutches looking . On forwards Madam , this way they are gone , Heaven be propitions , direct vs in our search . Dutch. Amen , amen . Enter Cranwell staggering , and falls neere the Bush where the Child is . Cranw. Oh I am lost , sinke body to the earth , Ascend my soule , mongst Saints receaue new birth . Dutc. Helpe Bertie , helpe , t is Cranwell faints , oh helpe . Bert. Speake to me man , looke vp , some wound belike Is yet vnstopt , from whence proceeds this large effusion , It s heere , lend me some linnen , so , so , he comes againe , And see heavens bounty , he at once hath given , Your Servant , and your Child : looke Madam , see , Throwne in a bush , and smiles , and laughes at yee . Dutc. Having my Husband , Child , and this my servant , I am the richest Princes on the earth , But Berty , where 's the Nurse , and Docter Sands . Bert. Both fled , but wherefore Madam looke you pale . Dutch. Oh Berty , I doe feele the time approach Of my delivery , oh for helpe of Women . Bert. What shall we doe , I am beyond my selfe . Dutch. Cranwell , what towne is this that stands before . Cran. Madam , they call it Wezill . It snowes , and raines , thunders . Dutch. Goe , begon , Thy lookes pleads for a cunning Surgeon , We shall not neede , thy helpe , thy wound is deepe , But stay you Bertie , you the Child must keepe . Cra. Madam , this storme , the cold , and my deep wounds , May well excuse me , till my hurts are drest . Dutch: Be gon I say . Bert. How fare you Madam . Dutch. Sicke I am , heaven knowes , Ready to die , with these my pinching throwes , It raines , and hailes , and snowes , and blowes at once , Where Berty , may we hide vs from this storme . Bert. Here in this Church-porch , Madam pray remoue , Dutch. Helpe , and leade me thither , now lay the Child downe Berty . Goe gather sticks , to helpe to make a fire , More plagues my sinnes doe merit yeere by yeere , But these , good heavens , are more then I can beare . Bert. Alas , alas , this is a homely place , To bring a Princesse of such state to bed , A wide Church-porch , is made her bed-chamber , And the cold stones her couch , here are no curtaines , But the bleke Windes , could Clouds and stormes of hayle , And they begirt her round , heaven for thy mercy , This poore distressed Princes shield and saue , Whose cold head lies vpon some dead mans graue , Heere comes the Sexton , I will speake to him , It may be , he may helpe vs to releife . Enter Sexton . Sex . Gods sacrament vat maukt ye dare . Bert, Patience good sir . Sex . Vat bedlers in den kerke , loopt hence strax . Bert. Vncivell fellow , what thou speakest , I know not , But thy ill meaning by thy deeds , I guesse : Take that to teach thee more civillity . Exit Crying helpe . Sex . Out skellum one hundred towsan divel . Bert. Still fortune is against vs , this base fellow Will raise some tumult to betray our liues , Yet yonder comes & man of gravity , Enter Erasmus , & others . It may be he can speake the Latine tongue , In that I le let him vnderstand my griefe : Optime & ornatissime vir , audi quaeso . Eras. Quis es qui tot clamoribus , & tanta exclamatione , Non modo Divinum Cenatorij locum irreverenter & Orrose occupas , at vrbem tam claram civesque & Senatores , Propter etates suas adoratissimas tam flactiose disturbas . Dutch. Si cum fronte tam generosa cor tuum humanum consentire Videtur , infortunij nostri miserere . Era. Erasmus Roterodamus propter miserias vestras toto corde Dolet , colo perfectiones & virtutes , quas intimo meo animo Complectar , multi pendo . Bert. Is this Erasmus borne in Roterdam , He that so highly lou'd Sir Thomas More ? Erasm. Portate hanc ad domum Francisci de Ryvers alias Perecell Sic domino dominaeque Erasmus Rotero damus omnibus Officijs est observantissimus . They beare her off in a Chayre . Exeunt . Finis Actus Tertij .

Actus Quartus . Enter Bertie . Bert. Within this towne hath Perecell a house , There , by the credit of this learned man , We haue got harbor till the moneth expire , In which her heavy burthen may be eas'd , Good heaven looke downe vpon her misery , Comfort her in her griefe , strengthen her weakenesse , Lay not our woes to wretched Bonners charge , Free her sweete heaven , by thy Almighty hand , That we may once revisite our owne land . Enter Cranwell . Cranw. Now cheere your selfe deere sir , here is a time , To breath a space , this towne 's a quiet port , From the tempestuous gusts of Bonners hate . Bart. Some refuge I confesse , but the distressed Dutches , In Child-bed torment is a fresh alarum Of new sprung care , I cannot be at quiet , Vntill her safe deliuery be past . Cran. Doubt not of that , the powerfull hand of heaven , In such extremities is ever strong . Bert. Good heaven , when I recount the miseries We haue already past , me thinkes the lottery Of cruell Fortune , should be quite exhaust , And yet when I record the name of Bonner , With his desire to become great by blood , The greater part of woe seemes still behind . Cran. Doubtlesse hee s of a most pernitious spirit , But he that hath restrain'd his envious rage , And hitherto repulst him , still will curbe him . Bert. I trust he will , Cranwell I prethee step , And listen from the women what good newes . Enter Perecell , and Sands . Pere . Pray saue that labour , we can bring the newes . Bert. Welcome good Doctor Sands , What ; in good health ? Sands . Sir , thanks to heaven , who never leaues his owne Nor suffers them to perish in distresse . Bert. How fares the Dutches . Gentle host resolue me . Pere . Happy and well , cheere your declining thoughts , Well that her perillous conflict hath an end , And happy that to comfort her withall , There s borne this day a young Lord Willobie . Bert. A Boy . Pere . A goodly Boy M. Bertie . And one in whom already doth appeare , These signes of Courage , to revenge your wrongs . Ber. Good heaven I thanke thee , This your newes deere friend , Is as a summons after death to life , the preservation Of his mother in travell , was wonderous strange , The place where he is borne is strange , The loving hands , that did first entertayne His presence to this pilgrimage of life , Are likewise strange , then as his birth hath bin , So shall his name , wee le call him Peregrine . Sands . A stranger to his Countrey by that name , But by his deeds hereafter time may prooue , None more adventured for his Countreys loue . A Drum beats a soft March . Ber. As it please his starres , but soft , What Drum is this , some galle I feare , To intermix our sweete , Some sorrow to confound this sudden joy . Pere . Your servant Fox did vow to bring you word , If any hurt were secretly pretended . Ber. Is Fox arived , vpon what cause , Is Fox arived , vpon what cause Is he past over , doe you know gentle sir . Enter Fox . Pere . Himselfe make answer for himselfe . Fox . Sir , be not you dismayd , in breife these drums , And those that after these sad Musicke daunce , Are none that wish you , nor the Dutches good , A Captayne sent from England , and the bloodhound Clunie , With them the Duke of Brunswicke , clad in armes , And at the least , ten Ensignes after him , These how ere they vizard their intents , With other colour , as to vexe the Emperour , Yet their whole purpose , is to looke for you , The gates , and walls , are every way beset , And through the Towne , a privy search begun , And but you presently devise some meanes , To scape from hence , they le take you in your lodging . Bertie . Escape , there s now no time to talke of scape , No , no , the secret providence of heaven , Hath so ordain'd , we should be Bonner thrall , And welcome wished death , the end of all . Sands . My mind presageth of a better speed . What M. Bertie why not now escape , As well as heeretofore . Bertie . How can that be , The painefull Dutches , lying now in Child-bed . Sands . Is there no art , no meanes to blind their eyes . Fox . You are so many of you , t is impossible , Besides the Dutches , she cannot remooue . Bert. Oh , were she safe , I car'd not for my life . Sands . Nor I for mine . Fox . Nor I , had I ten thousand liues , Pere . Cease you your passions , my braine hath tutord me , And in a cunning plot shall set you free . Ber. Doe that , and Bertie is for ever thine . Fox . Fox , and his sword , for that will be thy slaue . Cranw. Thy friendship will I beare vnto my graue . San. What thou attempt'st , My prayers shall helpe to second . Pere . I neither doe expect thankes , nor reward , But what I doe is of meere charity , Then list vnto me , there 's a friend of mine , A Countrey Gentleman , not far from hence , Whose brother late returned from the warres , And falling sicke , within the Citty heere , Dyed some few dayes since , now this Gentleman , Because his brother shall be buried , Amongst his Ancestors , decrees this night , To haue his body in a Wagon brought , Home to the Parish Church , where he remaines , And for that purpose hath his servants sent , To see it safe conveyd : A waggon like to theirs , Covered with blacke , shall be provided straight , Into the which , by helpe of Womens hands , The Dutches , and her Infant shall be lifted , You , and the rest disguis'd in mourning weeds , Shall follow after as the guard , And in the dead Mans name without suspect , Passe by the Souldiers , who if they chance , To question who you are , The Burgers being by , and made acquainted , With such a herce , that is to passe that way , Will quickly answer them , without more search , How like you this . Bert. It will I hope proue currant . Sands . The pretext is fit , and for the Dutches ease : Fox . Fox has no more sence then a batle-doore , If in his iudgement , we already be not Delivered from the mischiefe of their hands . Pere . Come I le provide you all things necessary . And after pray for your successe therein . Fox . I le backe to them , and helpe you what I can . Exeunt Omnes . Enter Brunswick , L. Paget , Portgraue , Clunie , and Souldiers . Paget . Great Duke of Brunswick , this your flexible , And curteous disposition of your troopes , To be for Englands service , shall receaue The due belongeth to so great a merit . Bruns . Noble Captaine , I were much to be condemned , If I neglect my duty to the Church , But are you sure , these fugetiues are heere ? Pag. Clunie , thou touldst me , that thou sawest a man Of theirs , since we beset the towne wast true ? Clu. Yes noble Captaine , Cranwell the Dutches vsher , And there 's no question , but the rest are heere , Bru. Well then Captaine , the other Ports being garded , Heere with this company wee le keepe our station , Where is the Portgraue ? haue you sent abroad , Sufficient search amongst the private houses ? Port. We haue my Lord . Bruns . They cannot be in Weasell , But either comming forth , or lurking heere , They must in all sorts be discovered by vs . Cap. Oh they are politick , and passing subtile , And if or art , or policie , can helpe them , There 's in their company , an Instrument . Can plot a hundred wales for their escape . Brun. Let them expresse their cunning , if they can , And scape our hands , now we haue sented them . Enter Fox . Fox . How now my Lord , oh I am out of breath , In comming to you , yet I hope my hast , Is little for your purpose , they are comming , Stand on your guard , for this way they must passe , Ther 's Bertie , Cranwell , Sands , with them the Dutches , Cap. T was well done Fox , there 's thy reward , stand close , Or , now , or never , let vs shew our care , stand , who goes there ? Enter foure , bearing a Hearce , Bertie , Sands , Cranwell , Mourners . Bruns . Some funerall it seemes . Cap. It may be some device procured by them , So to escape the danger of our watch , stand . Port. I can assure your Lordship , t is not so , This is the body of young Vandermast , Whose brother dwelling some foure leagues from hence , Although he died heere , yet will haue him buried , Whereas his Ancestors are all intomb'd , And for that cause , hath sent his servants for him . Bruns . Is it no otherwise . Berty . No mighty Prince , And would to heaven it had not bin so now : Cap. Passe then , passe , it is not you we looke for . Exeunt they . Bruns . What was this Vandermast , a Cittizen ? Port. No my good Lord , he was a Souldier , A proper Gentleman , and one had served The Emperour , and others in their warres , Yet was ordain'd , to end his dayes at home . Enter second Funerall . Bruns A thing no more then vsuall , but how now , What s here , an other funerall ? nay then It is a hazzard , we are all deluded . Cap. My thoughts began to prophecie as much , Speake , are not you the parties that even now Came this way , with a mourning funerall . 1. Mour. Not we my Lord , this is the first appearance , We made this evening . Bruns . What haue you there conceal'd . 1. Mour. Nothing my Lord , but a dead body Coffin'd , The brother of our M. late deceast . Port. I , this is Vandermast , the other past , Vpon my life , was Barty , and the Dutches . Cap. They were vnwilling to looke vp me thought . Bruns : And he that spake , spake with a fained voice . Fox . T was they , t was they , oh , I could teare my haire , To thinke we were so grossely overseene . Cap: I said as much , come let vs follow them , Send horsemen out , to every quarter straight , My Lord of Brunswick . Bruns : You need not bid me ride , This oversight , hath clapt wings to my thoughts . Exeunt all but Fox . Fox . Now for some pretty policy againe , To lead them forth the way , vntill the Dutches , May reach Polonia , and deserue the prize , Fox play thy part , some stratagem devise . Exit Fox . Enter Bonner , and Gardner . Bonn. Wher sits the winde , no newes from Germany ? If those malitious fugitiues be tayne , Our officers I feare , neglect their charge , Our Captaine deales but coldly with the States . Gard. I dreamt my Lord , that Bertie and the Dutches , Were both advanc't vpon a regall throne , And had their temples wreath'd with glittering gold . Bon. That throne doe I interpret , is the stage Of horrid death , these wreathes of Gold , bright flames , That shall not onely circle in their browes , But wind about their bodies , till they waste , And be converted to a heape of ashes , Me thinks this worke of ours goes slowly forward , The ayre of England freezeth for defect Of burning Meteors , to keepe it warme . Gard. See yet my Lord , there hath of late bin sacrific'd , In sundry places , many persons , of severall qualities , Whose names were tedious to relate . Bon. Tut this is nothing , every towne should blaze , And every streete , in every towne looke red , With glowing sinders of the Miscreants : Till like to Cockle , they were quite extinct , And nothing seene to florish but pure Corne : The morning spends apace , where are these knaues , Appointed to bring Fagots for the fire , Wherein bold Latimer , and Ridley must expire . Enter two with Fagots . Gard. They come my Lord . Bonner . Fye on you loytering knaues , Why make you not more hast , be gon , I say , And see the stake , and every thing be ready , See how I am still procrastinated , The Maior of Oxford , meanes to dyne I thinke , Before he bring the Prisoners to the stake , How now ? where are they ? Enter Sherife . Sherife . Hard at hand my Lord , But the weake age of Latimer is such , They cannot come so fast , as else they would , Besides some disputations as they passe , Had with the Schollers , hath detayn'd their speede . Bon. He haue no disputations , bring them on . Enter Latimer , and Ridley , with Halberds . Ridley . Come brother Latimer , lend me your arme , The weake , the weake , but not the blind , the blind , This day in Oxford , shall be seene to guide . Lati. My heart is iocund , brother Ridley , still , And in my Spirit , I flye vnto yon place , But these weake withered saplins are too blame , These legs of mine , that having now at least , Full foure score and eight winters done me service , Should now deceaue me trust me , but my soule is Linct in charity , with all the world , I could be well content , to chide with them . Bon. These are those selfe iustifying Publicans , Away with them , conduct them to the fire . Gard. Come , come , spend no time in talke , Will you convert , be sorie for your crime , And you shall yet finde favor with the Queene . Bon. Fye , fye , spit at them , offer them no mercy . Ridley . Proceed in scorne , so was our Master vs'd , The servants are not better then their Lord , Bonn. Drag them away there , hence away I say . Cranm. Stay , stay . Cranmer within . Bon. Which voyce is that . Gard. Some one that s prisoner in Bocardo heere , Enter Cranmer . Cranm. Oh stay my Lords , whom leade you there to death ? The reverent fathers , Ridley , and Latimer ? Bon. I Cranmer , but more fauor rests for thee , Because thou art converted from thine errors . Cranm. Did you not tell me , they were likewise changed , And haue you falsely circumvented me ? Oh heaven , forgiue my trayterous revolte , And you the chosen vessels of his loue , Deere Latimer , sweete Ridley pardon me , To make amends , I le come and dye with you . Lati. As your revolt , graue Cranmer , was our griefe , So to heare these repentant gracefull words , Infuse our hearts with ioy , beyond compare . Bon. Will Cranmer then turne , and returne againe . Cranm. To turne to vertue never comes to late . Bon. Thy recantation vnderneath thy hand , Is publisht , and wilt thou now contradict it . Cranm. Bonner , to cut off needlesse circumstance , Let this declare my resolution , This hand that writ that faithlesse recantation , Since I am bard from dying with my friends , Marke how I punish in this lingring flame , It shall burne off , as an assured signe , Heereafter of my constant Martyrdome , No scandall shall be left by my default , Open you heavens , and entertaine my willing sacrifice , Yet this is but an earnest of that loue , Heereafter shall in greater measure shine . Bon. Iaylor pull downe that scismatick , Lodge him within the dungeon , loade his ioynts With Iron fetters , let him fast from meate , And haue no comfort , but continuall checks , dispatch , I say . Cranm. Farewell religious mates , What earth doth separate , I hope ere long , Shall meet in heaven , spight of proud Bonners tongue . Rid. Farewell kind brother , nere decline no more , But follow vs , as we haue gone before . Laty. What stay we for , my quiet thoughts desire , To cloth this flesh , in purple robes of fire . Bon. You shall not neede to vrge our expedition , Leade them away , their Tragedy once ended , We will prepare attentiue eares to heare , Newes of the Dutches landing prisoner . Exeunt . Enter Dutches , and Bertie , with their Children . Dutches. Yet we haue scapt the danger of our foes , And I that whilom was exceeding weake , Through my hard travell in this infants birth , Am now growne strong vpon necessity , How forwards are we towards Windam Castle . Bert. Iust halfe our way , but we haue lost our friends , Through the hot pursute of our enemies . Dutch. We are not vtterly devoyd of friends , Behold the young Lord Willowby smiles on vs , And t is great helpe , to haue a Lord our Friend . Bert. Good heaven I pray once sorte to happy end , This dangerous Pilgrimage , heere vndertooke , Sit on this banke a while , and rest our limbes , Wearied with travaile , as our minds with care . Sits downe . Enter Fox , Clunie , Captaine , and Soldiers . Clu. You are a Captaine of the Palsegraues band , These are the other recreants , ceaze them both , The hundred Crownes propos'd , are surely yours , I know him valiant , and therefore I will clyme Vp in this tree , to see , and not be seene , Pray lends a hand , whil'st you surprise them , I will laughing stand . Climbs vp the tree . Fox , If I fit you not , ere you come downe , Say Fox is a Goose . 2. Cap. Sir I attach you as an enemy Vnto the Palsegraue , in whose land you are , You and you Trull , obey it ye were best , Or in resistance hazzard both your liues . Ber. Attach me sir , I know no reason why , Nor to my knowledge am an enemy , Vnto the Palsgraue , or the meanest man Within his confines , wer are Travellers , And will immediatly forsake the land . 2. Cap. You are a Launce knight , this your Concubine . And these your Bastards , that by rapine liue , And thus disguis'd you come to vndermine , Our Countries government , then yeeld your selues . Dutch. Though misery hath stampt vpon out brow The marke of poverty , yet gentle stranger , Doe not so far forget all manlinesse , To be a slanderer of the Innocent . 2. Cap. Terme me a slanderer . Bert. And a Villaine too , if thou maintayne these defamations , Terme me a Thiefe , my wife a Concubine , My Children base borne ; by a souldiers faith , Wert thou the greatest spirit the Palesgraue hath , I cannot brooke this slavish insolence , That I am angry , witnesse this reply , I will defend mine honour though I dye . Strikes him . 2. Cap. Villaines I charge you all inviron him , They fight . Dutch. So many to one silly passenger , Then farewell woman weakenes , welcome sword , For once I le play the man , to saue my Lord . She fights , beates them off . Clu. Why this is excellent , now I hope to liue To see them apprehended or else slayne . Fox . These hopes I le crosse , by cutting downe the branch Whereon he builds this weake foundation . cuts the branch Clu. Oh I shall fall , helpe me good M. Fox . Fox . I , wherefore Clunie , to betray my Lady ? So hatefull Bonner , dived into the well , So fall this damned Parator to hell , And now I le helpe my Mistris to my power , Fox , come out a your hole , and take your Cozens part Or I le pull you out by the eares . cry within . Helpe , helpe , our Captaines murthered , raise the towne . Fox . The Captaine slaine then Fox t is best to flie , And lest some sad mischance should second them , I will convey these Children to the Woods , That borders neere at hand , oh heaven I pray , Exit with children . Make this disasterous time a happy day . Cry within . Helpe , helpe , our Captaynes slayne . Clu. I must downe , blesse my necke and care not . Cry within . Follow , follow , follow . Clu. Oh , my guts , a vengeance on this Fox . Cry within . This way , this way follow . Exit creeping . Enter Berty , and Dutches . Dut. What cries are these , oh hast thou slaine the Cap. Bert. If he be slaine , require not heaven his blood , Of miserable Berty . Within . Helpe , helpe , helpe . Dut. A second volley of heart wounding words , Oh flye my loue , flye , flye , and saue thy life , Before the towne be rais'd , shift for your selfe , If you be taken , there s no way but death . Within . Heere , heere , this way . Dut. Why stir you not , our foes are hard at hand . Bert. I am so amaz'd I know not where to goe , I le take this way . Dut. Rather deere Loue take this . Bert. That way they come . Dutch. What shall we doe , Behold a Ladder rais'd against this house , In happy time , mount vp and saue your life , I will defend the bottome with my sword , And though heaven knowes I am orelaid with woe , I le rather dye then see your overthrow . Bert. But I shall leaue thee to thine enemies . Dutch. Shift for your owne life , take , no care for mine , For heavens sake quickly , you delay the time . Bert. Feare lend me wings , but oh my griefs so great , It waies me downe , and I must needs retreat . Cry within . Come away , come away , ho ! come away . Dutch, They are at hand , oh good my loue mount vp . Getts vp the Ladder . Enter Burgomaster , with Souldiers . Soul . See where they are that made the fray . Burg. You fellow , that run vp the Ladder , Downe , downe , or I le pull you downe in a ropes name . Dut. He is my husband , and a Gentleman , And I le defend him from your tyranie . Burg. A Woman fight . Dut. Such are my fortunes now , Therefore keepe off , who ventures on this way , Treadeth a path that leadeth to his death . Bert. My friends what seeke you , wherefore come you arm'd ? Bur. You haue slaine a Captaine of the Palsgraves Band Wounded his souldiers , and besides we heare , You are a Lanceknight , this your Concubine , And come disguis'd to vndermine the State , In whose defence these men haue arm'd themselues . Bert. You seeme a Burgomaster , by your habit , And they that mis-inform'd you were too blame , Know gentle sir , I am an Englishman , And on some speciall busines bound this way , Toward Windam-Castle , till we were disturb'd , By the oppression of the man that 's slayne . Burg. I wreake not friend of what estate you are , Nor to what end you travaile through these parts , You haue slaine a map , and you must answer it , According to the law of Nations . Soul . Downe with him , he shall answer it with death . Burg. Peace there , I charge you , in the Princes name . Bert. It seemes these men are thirsty for my blood , And without law are set to take my life , Then it were madnesse for a man to yeeld , To abide a triall , and the iudgement past : Since I must dye , I le choose the death my selfe , And that s to stand on a defensiue guard , Except you sweare as you 'r a Christian , A Magistrate , and one that will doe right , That I shall haue due processe of the Law And be defended from the multitude . Dutch. Doe not , I pray , indanger so your life , But trust vnto the shelter you haue got . Burg. A sorry fortresse to defend his life . Bert. But will you take that oath . Burg. By heaven I doe , and I will see it kept inviolate . Bert. Then worke the worst of fate , if right beare sway , He cannot speed amisse that does no wrong , Oh , innocence is bold , free , liberall , Fearelesse of any danger , that may fall , I yeeld me sir , a Prisoner to the law , Iustice is blind gaze not vpon our persons , Although our birth be neare so meane or base , But fixe the eye of iudgement on our case . Bur. So , bind their hands , & lead them to the statehouse , They shall haue iustice done immediately , Dutch. Oh stay a while , I haue lost my little babes , What savadge hand hath tane my children hence , Whil'st we were busied in this lucklesse brawle . Bert. My Children borne away ! oh then I feare , It is some treason to abridge our liues , And that the Captaine , that did wrong vs thus , Did it to that intent . Dutch. T is so , till now we nere were truely miserable , Our other miseries were sunneshine dayes , Compar'd vnto the greatnesse of this storme , Oh suffer me good sir , to seeke them out , For without them , I am but halfe my selfe . Burg. A strict enquiry shall be made foorthwith , In every place that borders heere abouts , Greeue not too much , though such are poore mens treasure , What needy thiefe to steale them would take pleasure . Exeunt Omnes . Finis Actus Quarti .

Actus Quintus . Enter Burgomaster , Bertie , Dutches , followed by Souldiers : other side , Palsegraue , Erbaigh , and Lords attendants . Pals. Right welcome 's Erbaigh , to the Poland king , Nich'as Van houe , our worthy Burgomaster , What meanes this concourse of so many men , And what are they that you lead bound with you . Burg. Strangers , an please your excellence my Lord , That haue committed murder in your realme , Slaine Wisendrop a Captaine of your band , For which offence , our purpose is to lead them , vnto the State-house to receiue their iudgement . Erba. If I mistake not , I should know that face , Oh t is the vertuous Lady Katherine , This M. Berty , her espoused husband , And has your good starrs in your Pilgrimage , Brought you amongst you Friends ? Pals. The Lady Katherine , what the Suffolks Dutches , My quondam Loue , haild through the streets with cords , And for the murther of a man that liues , Oh t is vncivill vsage , my good Lady , Y ar villaines all vnto our Soveraigntie , How dare you thus abuse her royall birth . Burg. Pardon my Lord , we did not know her state . Pals. Her heavenly face , then which there s none more faire , In England , or the World , Might without other witnesse of her state , Suffice to tell you , she was nobly borne , This is that Dutches , mirror of this age , Shee whom the lordly Bishops of the Realme , Bonner , and Gardner , persecute so much , Pardon me Madam , that I haue so long , Suffered your excellence to stay in bonds . Dutc. This your acknowledgment , most mighty king , Amazeth me , considering my distresse , For t is a common custome in the world , To take no notice of the miserable . Pals. I stand amaz'd at this strange accident , The circumstance whereof wee le heare elsewhere , Meane time thrice welcome to the Polands king , And much it greeues me that so great a Princes , Should be so basely handled in my land . Enter Sands , and Cranwell . Sand. Oh helpe deere Lord , and shield vs from our foes , We are pursued by Brunswicke , and his Captaines , Who seeke our liues , we flie to your protection . Pals. Whence are you friends . Dutch. The truest friends we haue , Of England mighty Prince , I know them both , The first is Doctor Sands , a worthy man , The other Cranwell , and my Secretary . Enter Brunswicke , English Captaines , and Souldiers . Bruns . My Lord of Erbaigh , and the king of Poland , Shield not those traytors , both to heaven and men , From the due punishment of their offence , Behold an Englishman , & a Commander of a good esteeme , Has his commission signed to apprehend , This Sands , and Cranwell , fled to you for helpe , Then as you tender the priviledge of Princes , Ore their subiects , Suffer this writ to haue his current heere , As I haue done through all my territories . Bert. It ill beseemes the noble duke of Brunswicke , To be a persecutor of good men . Dutch Or you good Captaine , agent in this cause . 1. Cap. That s recreant Berty , and the Suffolks Dutches , They likewise are included in this scroule . Bruns . My Lord of Poland , we demand them all , Then yeeld them royall sir , vnto our hands . Pals. First will I sacrifice ten thousand liues , Ere suffer these religious soules to dye , My Lord of Brunswicke , you are over bould , To make so rash an entrance in my land , Without our speciall licence granted first . Bruns . The league betwixt vs warrants my approach . Pals. The League , for this time , is your priveledge , But as you dread the Palsgraues puisance And feare to violate our wrighten loue , Immediately vntred your forward steps , Forsake the soyle where you haue set your foote , Or looke to be withstood with fire and sword , These Lambes are fled into our foulds for ayd , And wee le defend them , say what may be sayd . Bruns . This disobedience drawes vpon your land , Deserved malediction from the Church . Pals. That wee le dispence withall , and to let you know , How we doe slight those stinglesse menaces , Heere I create this noble Gentleman , Earle of Crozam , an Earledome vnder vs , Religious Docter Sands , our Chapleine , And M. Cranwell our chiefe Secretary , So tell Lord Bonner , Gardner , and the rest . Enter Atkinson . Atkin. Health and long life vnto the King of Poland , Captaine , from Englands queene , I thus salute you , Heere is a countermand for your Commission , By which you are inioyned to stay the search , After the Suffolke Dutches , and her friends . 1 Cap. To stay the search ? is our dread Soveraigne , Altered in her Religion , or is she dead : Atkin. Shee 's dead good sir , Queene Mary is deceas't , And the most vertuous Lady Elizabeth , Invested in the regall dignity , My Soveraigne hearing , that the Lady Katherine , The Suffolke Dutches , her allie in blood , Did liue obscurely in these Provinces , In want , in misery , and great distresse , Sends to repeale both her , and all her friends , If such a Lady harbor in your land , I doe intreate her highnesse Proclamation , May haue his currant course through every towne . Pals. In you deere sir the Proclamation ends , Heere is the Dutches , here are all her friends . Dutch. I kindly thanke you , for your worthy paines , Hath the director of all humane liues , Preserv'd my Soveraigne , that heroicke Maide , From the intangling snares of blood and death , And chang'd her prison , to a royall Throne ? Heere on this ground , where first I heard the newes , I render thanks vnto the gratious heavens , Thou that send'st Balme of comfort to the wounded , Ioy to the brused heart , opprest for truth , Lengthen her dayes as long as heaven hath starres , Or this faire frame foundation for a world , Or if it be thy gratious prouidence , For to remooue her to a happier place , Let in her stead arise , and from her ashes come , A Phenix may enlighten Christendome , Oh , had I now my Children lately lost , I should surviue as I had neere bin crost . Enter Fox , and Children . Fox . That comfort Madam on my bended knee , Your servant Fox humbly presents your grace . Dutch. My Peregrine , my Susan , then for care To make a mixture with this too much Ioy , Or I shall surfet with the raretie . Enter Clunie . Clu. Iustice my Lord , Iustice , Fox hath broke my necke . Pals. How comes it Fox , that he exclaimes on thee ? Fox . Marry an dt please your Maiestie , t was thus , This villanous rascall , followed to surprize my Lady , And being afraid to venter himselfe , set on one of the Palsegraues Captaines to doe it , whilst he climb'd Vp into a tree and stood laughing , now sir , I cut the bow , And he fell downe , and if you haue not broake your necke , I would you had . Pals. If this be true , he has bought his pleasure deere , Sirra begon , this justice I allow , For his derision then , deride him now . Clu. All things goes backward for our good , Madam farewell , your punishment is past , Now set your mind to punish vs at last . Dutch. Revenge shall be a stranger in my heart , The tortures I le inflict vpon my foes , Is kindnesse , for vnkindnesse , grace for death , For what 's prosperity but a puffe of breath , My Lord of Brunswick , pray let vs be friends . Bru. With all my heart , since every heart befriends you . Pals. It joyes me that your sorrowes heere take end , wil t please you Madam , heere to stay with vs Or goe for England , if you so resolue , I le see you furnish't with a noble fleete . Dutch. To England with full sailes , blow gentle wind , I long to see my Soveraigne noble mayd , Princes I humbly thanke you for these honors , Done to your handmaide , far vnworthie them , But time shall testifie my thankefulnesse , Be smooth rough sea , that I may passe a maine , To doe my duty to my Soveraigne . Exeunt . Enter Bonner , with officers after him , two Men , and a Woman 1. Downe with him , giue vs leaue to be revenged on him . 2. For all the tyrany that he hath vs'd Bon. What haue I done , you should revile me thus ? 3. What hast thou done to deserue our hate ? Bon. Defend me Officers , shall I without Law , Be trod to death by the rude Multitude . 1 Offic. Keepe off my Masters , T is her highnesse pleasure , He shall not be convicted but by Law . 3. And whether goes he . 1. Offi. To the Marshalsea . All . We will not leaue him , till we see him in . Enter Keeper , Grindall , Cox , and Scory . Offi. This is the Prison , heere the Keeper comes , And with him Master Grindall , Scory , Cox , Such reverent men as , Bonner , by your meanes , These many yeeres haue suffered much distresse . Keep . But now they are deliver'd , and their place , Bonner , you must an other while supply , So saies the strict Commission I haue heere . Grind. Trust me , I glory not to see his fall . Story . Beleeue me , nor doe I . Cox . Though wee know , had not our Keeper bin more kind to vs . Then you were M. Bonner , we might here , Haue starv'd for want of meat , but heaven forgiue you , We doe with all our hearts . Scory . And we will labour too , so much as in vs lies , Vnto the Councell , you may be favorably Dealt withall , so fare you well . Exeunt Bon. Farewell , this course inconstant fortune keepes , While wan one laughes , an other alwayes weeps . Exeunt . Enter Lord Hunsdon , Admirall , and Clinton . 1. Such measure as to others he hath met , The same let him receiue , good M. Keeper . 2. Remember Lollards-tower . 3. Let his best diet be but from the basket , Nay , bread and water , is too good for him , His fat Shroue-tuesday sides may well endure , A hungry Lent or two , and never hurt him . Offic. Heere I deliver vp my charge . Keep . And I receiue him , Come M. Bonner , you must goe with me Bon. Stay I haue bethought me , I le recant . Keep . It cannot serue your turne . 3. Recant , he hath already twice or thrice done so . 2. Tut , he can turne with every weathercock , Away with him . Keep . Come sir , will you goe . Exeunt Omnes . Enter Lord Hunsedon , Admirall and Clinton , with staues , Gentlemen atendants . Admi. Who wa st that said the Dutches came through Southwark . Huns. T was the Lord Clinton . Clin. I left her Grace now at S. Georges Church , Accompanied with M. Richard Berty , With Doctor Sands , Cranwell , and trustie Fox , And diverse other Gentlemen attendants . Admi. Here at the Martialsea wee le stay her comming , And harke , her trumpets sounds her neere approch , Lords , Knights , and Gentlemen , I pray you all By that deere loue you owe her maiestie , To be officious in the entertayne , Of this renowned Lady Katherine . Enter in state , the Dutches , Berty , Sands , Cranwell , and Fox . Cry with in . Heavens preserue your grace , Your releefe to poore Prisoners . Dutch. What Prison call you this ? Cran. The kings-bench Madam , where all these prisoners , Are detayn'd for debt . Dutch. If they be able to make satisfaction , & will not , They are worthy to lye there , But if by cruelty of Creditors , T is Christian charity to succour such . Sands . I haue heard that some lie there in policy , And haue ingrost into their greedy hands , The goods of divers thrifty minded men , And though well able , yet they will not pay . Dutch. Great pitty that such men escape vnpunisht , But are they in the number that doe beg . Sands . No Madan , they are laid on beds of Downe , Fare daintely , and never tast of want , Except it be the want of Liberty , And that 's no want , because they haue large walkes , As yards , and gardens , and faire bouling-allies , With company at will to spend the time . Dutch. To them we wish a better Conscence , But to the poore , and such as want indeed , One of you giue amongst them 40. Angels , My troubles make me sensible of theirs : Distresse is sharpely set , and bites too sore , To be indur'd by such as are true poore , So forwards Gentlemen . Fox . Roome for the Lords . Admi. Thrice welcome is the noble Suffolks Dutches , To vs , and to her royall maiestie , In whose high favour , you are highly plac't . Clin. In signe whereof her princely Maiestie , Restores you to your ancient Siegnories , Intitles you , as due to you by title , Barronesse of Willowby , and Earsbie , Dutches Dowager of Suffolke , Her highnesse neerest and most deerest subiect . Hunsd. Your goods , and lands extracted violently , Her Maiestie restores to you againe , Heere 's the true inventory of them all , As they were ceis'd into the Bishops hands . Admi. And that you may build on her Princely loue , It is her pleasure , M. Richard Berty , The husband of your troubles and your cares , Should be chiefe Secretary to the State , Till higher titles doe advance his worth . Bert. An honor my good Lord Admirall , That I esteeme , and yet desire it not , O be it not offensiue to her Grace , That I haue leaue to leade a private life , After my painefull travell in strange Lands . Adm. Enioy your minds contentment with your mind . Hun. You , Doctor Sands , her highnesse , and the Clergie , Doe consecrate Archbishop of Yorke . Sands . An honor far exceeding my desert . Clint. Master Cranwell Gentleman vsher to her grace , Her highnesse will retayne in selfe same place , To attend her Maiestie . Cranw. With all my heart , I humblie tender a true subiects Yet might it please her royall Maiestie , Since I haue serv'd my Lady in distresse , Indur'd so many troubles for her sake That I may liue , and dye in serving her . Clint. A vertuous inclination , hold it still , It will renowne thee more then to be great . Dutch. My Lord of Hunsdon , Clinton , Effingam , I humbly thanke her Maiestie , and you , Oh may I liue to expresse a loving heart , By some good action pleasing to you all . Enter Prisoner with a Boxe . Pri. Madam be good vnto a company of poore Prisoners . Dutch. What other Prison Cranwell call you this . Cranw. This is the Prison of the Marshalsea , Chiefely pretended for her Highnesse household , But there are divers other prisoners . Enter Goseling . Dutch. T is charity to helpe distressed men , Of what estate so ere , cause they be men , I leaue their faults respect vnto the Law , Giue them as much as th e'ther Prisones , But what is he that with a downecast looke , Giues signes of discontentment . Gos. Madam I am a Prisoner heere , But ioy to see your Grace at liberty . Dutch. That face and voyce , I oft haue seene and heard , Did not you sometime make abode in Lee . Gos. Madam I did , and those that knew mee cald mee Goseling . Dutch. Then I am sure , you knew one Mistris White , This is the man that helpt me to escape , When we were neere beset with Bonners traynes . Cranw. It is my kinseman Madam , now I know him , What cause hath brought thee to this hard distresse . Gos The cause even now aleaged . Dutch. Hath Bonner bin so cruell to my friend , Before mine eyelids weare the seale of sleepe , If heaven be pleas'd I will release thee Goseling . And pay thy charges to the vtmost farthing , Oh my deere friend , it never shall be said I was vngratefull , where I was befriended , And now his troubles make me call to mind , The faithfull dealing of my servant Fox , See Lords , a man whom I dismist my service , More through selfe-will , then any iust offence , Yet hath he quitted that disgrace so well , That I admire the strangenesse of his art , For Bonner vs'd him as a speciall meanes , To seeke my life , which oftentimes he sav'd , Paying my great vnkindnesse , with kind loue , Many such servants may this land afford , That vse their wits to such good purposes , Heere as a part of thy deserv'd reward , I freely giue thee a hundred pounds a yeere , And when I dye my land shall make it good . Fox . And when Fox failes you , let him dye in a ditch . Dutch. Gramercies gentle servant , now my Lords , Le ts bend our pace towards famous London-Bridge , How pleasing is the prospect of the City , Now I haue bin fiue yeares a stranger heere , Thorow the same to White-hall to her grace , That I may see my loving Soveraignes face . FINIS .