SUSSEX

Whose with the Queen my Lord. A word my Lord in private. Good morrow Lords. Good morrow my Lord, good morrow good Sir Henry. The Suffolk men my Lord, was to the Queen The very stairs, by which she did ascend: She's greatly bound unto them for their loves. Your duties Lords. All forbear this place unless the Princess. You shall not kneel where Sussex sits in place, The Chamber keeper, a chair there for her grace. Madam he did not. The same day Frogmorton was arraigned in the Guildhall, It was imposed on him, whither this Princess had a hand With him or no; he did deny it, Cleared her soar his death, yet accused others. Come my lords, let's all join in one petition To the Queen, that she may not be lodged within the Tower. Now God forbid, a better hap heaven send: Thus men may mourn, for what they cannot mend. Exeunt omnes. Why does the Princess keep her barge so long, Why lands she not? Some one go see the cause. O me my Lord, her state is wondrous hard, I have seen the day, my hand Idem not have lent To bring my Sovereigns Sister to the Tower: Good my Lords, stretch your Commission To do this Princess but some little favour. Marry a God not I, no, no, not I; Yet who shall hinder these my eyes to sorrow For her sorrow: By Gods marry deer, That the Queen could not, though her self were here: My Lords, my Lords, if it were held fowl treason, To grieve for her hard usage, by my Soul My eyes would hardly prove me a true Subject: But 'tis the Queens pleasure, and we must obey: But I shall mourn, should the King and Queen say nay. Marry a God, 'tis true and 'tis no reason: Launch Bargeman. Good Lady land, where Traitors use to land, And before her gilded be proved, Gods marry no, And the Queen wills it, that it should be so. As good a Lady as ere England bred, Would he that caused this woe, had lost his head. My Lord, you deal too cruelly with the Princess, You knew her father, she's no stranger to you. Good Lady take my cloak. Nay, nay, you needs not bolt & lock so fast, Exit Eliz: Gage: Claren : & Constab. She is no starter; honourable Lords, Speak to the Queen she may have some release. But if this time should altar, mark me well, Could this be answered, could it fellow Peers? I think not so. Gods marry deer, but it shall not be, Lord Howard join with me, weel to the King. Come come my Lords, why do you stay so long, The Queens high favour shall amend this wrong. My Lord, it is the pleasure of the Queen, The prisoner Princess should have all the use Of the lieutenants garden, the Queens lodgings, And all the liberty this place affords. You may go ask her and you will my Lord, Moreover 'tis her highness further pleasure, That her sworn servants shall attend on her, Two gentlemen of her Ewry, two of her Pantry, Two of her Kitchen, and two of her wardrobe, Besides this gentleman here master Gage. Letters my Lord, it is impossible. Charing cross my Liege. Your Grace may purchase glory from above, And intyer love from all your peoples hearts, To make atonement betwixt the woeful Princess, And our dread sovereign, your most virtuous Queen. Oh my Lord, you speak not charitably. See my Lord, a warrant for the Princess death Before she be convicted, what juggling call you this? See, see for Gods sake. Whose plot was this? How was't revealed? He hath showed his love to the King & Queens majesties, His service to his Country, and care of the Princess. Winchester's dead, Oh God upon even at his death, He showed his malice to the sweet young Princess, God pardon him, his soul must answer all, She's still preserved, and still her foes do fallen, The Queen is much besotted on these Prelates, For ther's another raised more base then he, Pool that Arch, for truth and honesty. Let him go, why, then ther's a fallen of Prelates. This realm will never stand in perfect state, Till all their faction be clear ruinate. How hard you that? The state begins to altar. Gods will be done; whose with the Queen, my Lord? We'll weight upon their Honours. Exeunt omnes. The imperial Crown, I here present your Grace, With it my staff of Office and my place. You are in your love as free as in your care, You're come even joust a day after the fair. By your Favour good my Lord ere you proceed, Madam, although this place does tie you to this reverence, It becomes not you being a Princess to deject your knee, A chair there. A chair for the Princess. My lord, my lord, you deal without respect, And worse than your Commission can maintain. What's the matter say: how fairs the Queen? G Ood morrow my good Lord Chamberlain.