QUEEN ELIZABETH

Lester and Sussex, are those the Ambassadors? We will receive them. Sussex and Lester place the ambassadors, We at our Court of Greenwich will dilate Further of these designs, where's Gresham? Our leasu e now serves to survey your Burse, A goodly frame, a rare proportion. This City our great Chamber cannot show us To add unto our same, a monument Of greater beauty: Leicester what sayest thou? Sussex nor you? Friend, what are you? What is he Leicester, dost thou know this fellow? Gresham or you? Upon my bound. Thanks honest Hobson, as I am true maid, I'll see my self the money back repaid: Thou without grudging lendest, thy Purse is free, Honest as plain. Gresham we will. A Herald and a Trumpet. Proclaim through every high street of this city, This place to be no longer called a Burse, But since the building's stately, fair and strange, Be it for ever called, the Royal Exchange. And whilst this voice flies through the city forthright, Arise Sir Thomas Gresham now a Knight. Be our Ambassadors conducted all Unto their several lodgings: this 23. of January A thousand, five hundred, and seventy, Elizabeth Christens this famous work: now to our Court Of Greenwich; Gresham, thanks for our good cheer: We to our people, they to us are deer. Fair day my Lords, you are all Larks this morning, Up with the Sun, you are stirring early. That you call duty we accept as love, And we do thank you, nay we thank you all; 'Tis not to one, but 'tis in general. Who's there, my kind friend M. Doctor Parry? Why do you tremble M. Doctor? have you any suit to us? Shake not at us, we do our Subjects love, Or doos thy face show signs of discontent Through any heavy want oppresses thee? Though at our Court of Green-which thou Wertenberg crossed In suing to be Master of Saint Katherine's, To do thee good seek out a better place, Shee'le give thee that, the which hath given thee grace. M. Doctor, about the talk we had together, Of English Fugitives that seek my life: You told me of them I am beholding to you. Oh my maker! Parry, Villain, Traitor, What dost thou with that Dag? Pardon thou villain, shows thou art a Traitor, Treason my Lords, Treason. Be not so rash good Leicester, he's dead already, Struck with remorse of that he was come to do: Pray let me speak with him? Say M. Doctor, Wherein have I deserved and ill of you, Unless it were and ill in pardoning you. What have I done towards you to seek my life, Unless it were in taking you to grace. I thank my God, I have mercy to remit A greater sin, if you repent for it. Heaven prosper his proceedings; hark my Lords, Still it increases: O had God and Nature, Given us proportion manlike to our mind, Wee'd not stand here sensed in a wall of Arms, But have been present in these Sea a larmes. Make way there, whats the news, Where did the royal Navies first encounter? Ther's for thy news: he that first lent me breath, Stand in the right of wronged Elizabeth. Welcome a Gods name, what's the news my friend, Alas, good man: his looks speaks for his tongue. How stands the sea-fight. If he Survive, He shall be nobly ransomed: If he die, He lives and honour to his Nation. How fares our Admiral? It cheers my blood and if my God be pleased For some neclected duty in our self, To punish us with lose of them at sea, His will be done: yet will we pray for them. If they return, our self will be the first Will bid them welcome: what saves valiant Leicester? Thou wilt not leave me wilt thou? dost thou look pale? What says old Hunsdon? nay isle speak thy partly, Thy hand old Lord, I am sure I have thy heart. Then let both heart and hand, Be bravely used in honour of our Land. Before thou speakest take that if he be dead, A Queen will see his Funeral honoured. Wars spite indeed, and we to do him right, The ship he sailde in, fought in, called Wars spite. Now noble soldiers rouse your hearts Like me, To noble resolution: if any here There be that love us not, or harbour fear; We give him libertid to leave our Camp Without displeasure. Our Armies royal so be equal our hearts, For with the meanest here isle spend my blood, And so to lose it count my only good. A March, laed on: we'll meet the worst can fallen, A maiden Queen will be your General. What mean these Spannish Ensiges in the hands Of English Subjects? Thanks; general thanks. Towards London march we to a peaceful throne, We wish no wars, yet we must guard our own. Next under God, your valours have the praise: Dismiss our Camp, and tread a royal March Towards S. James, where in martial order We'll meet and parley our Lord Admiral, And set a ransom of his Prisoners. As for those Ensigns see them safely kept, And give commandment to the Dean of Powles, He not forget in his next learned Sermon, To celebrate this conquest at Powles Cross: And to the Audience in our name declare. Our thanks to heaven in universal Prayer: For though our enemies be overthrown, 'Tis by the hand of heaven, and not our own. On: Found a call; Now loving Countrymen, Subjects, and fellow soldiers, that have left Your weeping wives, your goods and children, And laid your lives upon the edge of death, For good of England, and Elizabeth, We thank you all: those that for us would bleed, Shall find us kind to them and to their seed. We hear dismiss you and dismiss our Camp. Again we thank you: pleases God we live, A greater recompense then thanks we'll give. In such a Garden may a Sovereign, Be taught her loving subjects to maintain; Each Plant unto his nature and his worth, Having full cherishing, it springs forth. Weeds must be weeded out, yet weeded so, Till they do hurt, let them a Gods name grow. Good Leicester. A stand there Lords. Whence comes this found of shot? England's God be praised But prethe Drake, for well I kown thy name, And isle not be unmindful of thy worth: Briefly rehearse the danger of the battle, Till Furbisher was rescued we have herd. And will they still persist? do they desire my blood? That wake when I should sleep to do them good.