PHILIP

Hand that Ignoble groom, Had we not beheld thy cowardice, We should have sworn, Such baseness had not followed us. Are you respectless of our honour Lords, That you would have us bosom cowardice, I do protest the great turks Empire, Shall not redeem thee from a felons death, What place is this my Lords? Then by this cross, where thou hast done this murder, Thou shalt be hanged, so Lords away with him. Exit Spaniard. Nor will we Lords embrace his heedless counsel, I do protest as I am King of Spain, My utmost power isle stretch to make them friends, Come Lords let's in, my love and wit isle try To end this Jar; the Queen shall not deny. Exeunt omnes. Lord Chancellor, your dealing is not fair, See Lords, what writs affords it self To the impress of our scale. Lord Chancellor, out of our prerogative We will make bold to enterlyne your warrant. In stead of charging of the Sheriffs with her, We here discharge her keeper Beningfeild: And where we should have brought her to the block, We now will have her brought to Hampton court, There to attend the pleasure of the Queen, The Pursuivant that should have posted down With tidings of her death, Bear her the message of her reprieved life, You master Gage assist his speed, a good days work we would made, To rescue Innocence so soon betrayed. For her supposed virtues, Royal Queen Look on your sister with a smiling brow, And if her fault merit not too much hate, Let her be censured with all lenity, Let your deep hatred end where it began, She hath been too long banished from the sun. We bear this mind, we errors would not feed, Nor cherish wrongs, nor yet see Innocents bleed. Mirror of virtue and bright nature's pride, behind the arras. Pity it had been, such beauty should have died Thrice excellent and ever gracious Princess, Doubly famous for virtue and for beauty, We embrace your large stretched Honours with the arms of love, Our Royal marriage, treated first in Heaven To be solemnized here, both by Gods voice, And by our loves consent, we thus embrace: Now Spain and England two populous Kingdoms, That have a long time been opposed In Hostile-emulation, shall be at one: This shall be Spanish England, ours English Spain. Then here before the of the Land, We do embrace and make a public contract. Our souls are joyful, then bright Heavens smile, Whilst we proclaim our new united Style. It likes us well, but royal Queen we want One Lady at this hie solemnity: We have a Sister called Elixaebeth, Whose virtues and endowments of the mind Hath filled the ears of Spain. But royal Queen, yet for her virtues sake, Deem her offences, if she have offended, With all the lenity a Sister can. What Festival more Royal hath been seen, Than betwixt Spain's Prince, and England's Royal Queen. Our Chancellor Lords, this is our sealing day, This our states business; is our signet there? And may the heavens applaud this unity, Accursed be they that first procured this wrong, Now by my crown, you would been kept down too long. My soul is joyful that this peace is made, A peace that pleases heaven and earth, and all, Redeeming captive thoughts from captive thrall, Fair Queen, the serious business of my father, Is now at hand to be accomplished, Of your fair sighed needs must take my leave, Return I shall, though parting cause us grieve. Yet fair Queen hope the best I shall return, Who met with joy, though now sadly mourn. Our sisters heart, Lo: Howard what means this?