LORD CONSTABLE

My Sovereign, It is from Southampton. That Philip Prince of Spain, Son to the Emperor, is safely arrived, And landed at Southampton. The Lord of Tame and Shandoyse are returned. Madam, the Queen must here you sing another song, Before you part with us. And I receive my prisoner, come will you go? Here's no chair for prisoners, Come will you see your chamber. Tush tush the Queen is young likely to bear, Of her own body a more royal heir. It my appointment, and it shall be so. Now sir, what have you God by your Exeunt omnes, praeter Consta. and Gage. complaining, you common find-fault; what, is your Mistress stomach so queasy? our honest soldiers must not touch her meat, then let her fast, I know her stomach will come down at last. Presume to touch a dish I'll lodge thee there, Where thou shalt see no sun for one hold year. Come talk not to me for I am resolved, Nor lodging, garden, nor lieutenants walks Shall here be granted, she's a prisoner. How, shall they knave? What means her grace by that? The next will be her freedom, o this madds me. This way my Lord. This base groom flouts me, o this frets my heart, These knaves will let upon their privilege, But yet isle vex her, I have found the means, I'll have my cooks to dress my meat with hers, And every officer my men shall match, O that I could but drain her hearts deer blood, O it would feed me, do my soul much good. How now, what means the fellow. Sir 'twas my pleasure and I did command it. No Sir, why say it's I. You will not. Stay him stay him, o have I caught you Sir, Where have you been. A crafty knave my Lords, search him for letters. Come tell me what letters thou carryedst her, I'll give thee figgs and sugar plums. Now tell me what letters thou deliverest. Yes marry will I, take him away, Let him be soundly whipped I charge you sirrah. My Lord she's factious, rather could I wish She were married to some private gentleman, And with her dower conveyed out of the land, Then here to stay and be a mutiner, So may your highness state be more secure. For while she lives wars, and commotions, Foul insurrections will be set abroach, I think 'twere not amiss to take her head: This land would be in quiet, were she dead. When as the King shall come to seal these writes. Sir, Harry do you hear the whispering in the Court, They say the Queen is craysy very ill. 'Tis common through the house. This Cap of maintenance, I present my state of Office, and my utmost service. Pardon me gracious Madame 'twas not spleen, But that alegance that I owed my Queen, Madame I served her truly at that day, And I as truly will your Grace obey, Where she is safe enough I warrant you, I have not granted her the privilege Of any walk, or garden, or to open Her windows, casements to receive the air. My Lord, I hope I know mine office well, And better than your self within this place, Then teach not me my duty, she shall be used so still, The Queen commands, and I'll obey her will, I, if she say the word, it shall be so: My lord of Winchester speaks the contrary, So do the Clergy, they are honest men. Oh you preach well to deaf men, no, not I, So letters may fly in, I'll none of that, She is my prisoner, and if I durst, But that my warrant is not yet so strict, Idem lay her in a dungeon where her eyes, Should not have light to read her prayer book, So would I danger both her soul and body, Cause she and alyen is to us catholics, Her bed should be all snakes, her rest despair, Torture should make her curse, her faythles prayer. Well, I'll have this amended er't be long, And venge my self on her for all their wrong. So so, let me alone, let me alone to coop her, I'll use her so, the Queen shall muth commend My diligent care. When please your Highness to solemnize this your Nup tials? Where lies your grief?