BEDINGFIELD

Concerning Wiatt and the Kentish rebels, Their overthrow is passed: the rebel Dukes that sought By all means to proclaim queen Jane chiefly Northumberland For Gilfords sake, he forced his brother Duke unto that war, But each one had his merit. Pardon my Lord I saw you not till now. Such is your sister, A mere opposite to us in our opinion, and beside She's next Successive, should your majesty Die yssules, which heaven defend. The state of our religion would decline. The bargmen were too desperate my Lord, In staying till the water was so low, For then you know, being underneath the bridge, The barges stern did strike upon the ground, And was in danger to have drowned us all. But that will never be, this is my censure, If she be guilty in the least degree, May all her wrongs survive and light on her: If other ways that she be cleared, Thus both ways I wish her down, Or else her state to raise. Come madam will you go. what traitor knaves are gathered here to make a tumult? If they persist, I charge you soldiers stop their mouths. My lord my Lord, my charge is great. Traitors and knaves ring Bells', When the Queens enemy passes through the town, Go set he knaves by'th heals, make their pates ring noon, I charge thee Berwick. Exit Berwick. Come come away, this lingering will benight us. How? no prisoner. Berwick, is this the chair of state. Take it down, and pull of my boots. Well said Berwick, pull knave. Well said, now comes. What saucy arrant knave art thou, how? Villain thou hast broken my crooper. Knave, dost flout me? Exeunt. He beats him out. What to do Madam. I find not that in my Commission. No Jailer, but your guardian Madam. Madam I dare not, my Commission serves not. Good madam I entreat you lose that name Of Jailer, twilbe a byeword to me and my posterity. Say I should reach you pen, ink and paper, Who is't dare bear a letter sent from you. Who ever dares, none shall. Baddy of me, what a bold knave's this? What has she written here? He reads. Much suspected by me, nothing proved can be, Finis quoth Elizabeth the prisoner, Pray God it prove so, soft what book's this, Marry a God, whats here and English bible? Sanctum Maria pardon this profanation of my heart, Water Berwick, water, I'll meddle with't no more. Your letter shall be forthcoming Lady, I will peruse it ere it escape me now. Exit Beningfeild. Here have you writ a long excuse it seems, But no submission to the Queen your sister. I do write and send, I'll cross you still; She shall not speak to any man alive, But isle overhear her, no letter nor no token Shall ever have access unto her hands, But first isle see it; So Like a subject to my sovereigns state, I will pursue her with my deadly hate. how knave, with the Princess? she parted even now. Here's for thy pains, thou art and honest fellow: Go take a Guard and apprehend them straight. Exit Clown. Bring them before me, Oh this was well found out, Now will the Queen commend my diligent care, And praise me for my service to her grace. Would, traitors swarm so near about my house, 'Tis time to look into't: Oh well said Berwick, Where's the prisoner. Lord bless us, knave what hast thou there? Why knave, this is a beast. What art thou knave? A kin to me, knave isle have thee whipped. Nay, but dost thou flout me still. He beats him. What, droops your honour? Exeunt omnes Phil: & Queen. Come come my Lord, this is but for a show, Our Queen I warrant wishes in her heart, Her sister Princess were without her head. Long live the Queen, long live your Majesty, I have bid hard to be the first reporter, Of these glad tidings first; and all these here. My Lord of Sussex I can tell ill news, The Cardinal Pool that now was firmly well, Is suddenly fallen sick and Like to die. Has not your sister (gracious Queen) a hand In these petitions; well your highness knows She is a favourite of these heretics. Hark hark my Lord, what Bells' are these? God preserve your Grace.