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Charles Brandon, Dudleu, and my good Lord Grey, Prepare your selves, and be in readiness e, To entertain these French Ambassadors, Meet them before our royal Palace Gate: And so conduct them to our Majesty. We mean this day to give them Audience. How now Queen Jane (Mother of God) my love Thou wilt never be able to fit half this time: Ladies, I fear she'll wake you, yerbe long, Me thinks she bears her burden veric heavily, And yet good sister and my honoured Lords, If this fair hour exceed not her expect. And pass the callender of her accounts, She will hear this Embassage, Jane wilt thou nor Let their welcome be thy care good Woolsey. Spare for no cost, Compton, what news? Enough, go give them entertainment Lords, Charles Brandon, hearst thou, give them courtesy Enough, and state enough, go conduct them. How now William, what? post, post, where have you be riding. Why, where hast thou been: Was that your nearest way William? But this news came a pace Will, that came from Room to London since Friday last, Would, would, what a fools this, Jane, and what do they say he comes for, Will: Ladies attend her, Countess of Salisbury, sister Marry Who first brings word that Harri hath a Son Shall be rewarded well: Welcome Lord Bonnevet, welcome Bishop What from our brother brings this Embassage. We kindly do receive your Masters love, And yet our grant stands strong unto his suit, If that no following censure eeble it: For we herein must take our Counsels aid. But howsoever our answer shall be swift, Mean time we grant you fair access to woe, And win her (if you can) to be his Queen. Our self will second you. Right welcome both, Lord Cardinal, these Lords shall be your Guests, But let our Treasure wast to welcome them: Banquet them, how they will, what cheer, what sport, Let them see Harry keeps a kingly Court: How knowest thou him to be old, thou never him? Nay, go good William: Immediately (sayest thou) Oh, 'tis no quick resolve Can give good verdict in so sad a choice: To lose my Queen, that is my some of bliss, More virtuous than a thousand Kingdoms be; And should I loose my Son (if Son it be) That all my subjects to desire to see. I lose the hope of this great Monarchy. What shall I do? I not forget her (Sister) Oh poor soul, But I forget thy pain and misery, Go, let the Child die; let the Mother live, Heavens powerful hand may more children give: Away, and comfort her with our reply, Harry will have his Queen though thousands die. I know no issue of her princely womb: Why then should I preferre't before her life. Whose death ends all my hopeful loys on earth. God's will be done, for sure it is his will, For secret reasons to himself best known: Perhaps he did mould forth a Son for me, And seeing (that sees all) in his creation, To be some impotent and coward spirit, Unlike the figure of his Royal Father: Has thus decreed, least he should blur out fame, As Whilom did the sixth king of my name Lose all his Father (the first Henry) won. I'll thank the Heavens for taking such a Son. Whose within there? My Lord. Sad messenger of woe; o my poor Queen, Canst thou so soon consent to leave this life, So precious to our soul, so deer to all, To yield the hopeful issue of thy loins, To raise our second comfort, well, be it so: Ill, be it so: stay, I revoke my word, But that you say helps not, for she must die: Yet if you can save both, isle give my crown: Nay, all I have, and enter bonds for more, Which with my conquering sword with fury bent, I'll purchase in the farthest continent, Use all your chiefest skill, make hast away, While we for your success devoutly pray. Joy be it good Lord Seymer noble father, Or joy, or grief, thou hast a partly in it, Thou comit to greet us in a doubtful hour, Thy daughter and my Queen lies now in pain, And if I lose, Seymer thou canst not gain. Be thou a Prophet Seymer in thy words, Thy love some comfort to our Hope's affords, How now. Even now I wept with sorrow, now with joy, Take that for thy good news, how fares my Queen. Tell no more of woe, speak, does she live? What? weep you all, nay, then my heart misgives, Resolve me sister, is the news worth hearing. Now, by my crown, thou dimst my royalty, And with thy cloudy looks eclipsed my joys, Thy silent eye betrays a ruthful found, Stopped in the organs of thy troubled spirit: Say, is she dead. Mother of God, how are we attended on: who weights without. Did we not charge that none should trouble us, Presumptuous priest, proud prelate as thou art, How comes it you are grown so saucy sir, Thus to presume upon our patience, And cross our royal thought disturbed and vexed, By all your negligence in our estate, Of us and of our countries happiness. Fawning beast stand back: Or by my crown, isle foot thee to the earth, Where Brandon, Surrey, Seymer, Grey, Where is your counsel now, Oh now you crooch, And stand Like pictures at our presence door, Call in our guard, and bear them to the Tower, Mother of God, isle have the traitors heads, Go hale them to the block, up, up, stand up, I'll make you know your duties to our state, Am I a cypher, is my sighed grown stale, Am I not Hary, am I not England's king, Would. We have be too familiar, now I see, And you may dally with our majesty: Where are my pages there. Then keep it still, we will not hear it yet, Get all of you away, avoid our presence We cannot yet command our patience, Reach me a chair. Will Summers, prithee tell me why didst thou send him first. But wherefore came you. He shall keep his word will, go call him in, Call in the Lords tell them our spleen is calmbd: Mother a God we must give way to warth. That cham es our Royal blood with anger thus: And use some mirth I see to comfort us. Draw near us Lords, Charles Brandon lift to me: Will Summers here must have a Coat of you, But Patch has earned it dearest wheres the fool? I and thou wilt Will, he shall be defender of the faith too one day. Lord Legate, so we reverence Room and you, As nothing you demand, shall be den ed: The Turk will we expel from Changed tendome, Sending stout soldiers to his holiness, And mon to relecue diftressed R ho des: So if you please, pass in to banqueting, Go Lords attend them, Brandon and Compton stay, We have some business to confer upon. Most hearty welcome to my reverent Lords. So, now to our business, , Hear ye no tidings from our sister Marry, Since her arrival in the Reahme of France? 'Tis well, but Brandon and Compion list to me, I must employ your aid and secrecy, This night we mean in some disguised shape; To visit London, and to walk the round, Pass through their watches, and observe the care And special diligence to keep our peace. They say night-walkers, hourly pass the streets, Committing the , and hated sacrilege: And flightly pass unstayed, or unpunished, Go Compton, go, and get me some disguise, This night weel see our Cities government: Brandon, do you attend at Baynar's. Castio, Compton shall go disguised along with me, Our swords and bucklers shall conduct us safe, But if we catch a knock to quit our pain, Weel put it up, and buy us home again. Come sir William, We may now stand upon our gaurd you see, The watch has given uz leave to arm our selves, They fear no danger, for they sleep secure: Go carry those bills we took to Baynar's Castle, And bid Charles Brandon to disguise himself, And meet me presently at Grace Church Corner, We will attempt to pass through all the watches, And so I take's will be and easy task, Therefore make haste. The watchword if I chance to send to ye, Is the great Stag of Baydon, so my name shall be. good fellow. Stands a heinous word ethe Kings High way you have be at Noddy, I see. About a little business that I have in hand. Why this is easy enough, heres passage at pleasure, What wertch so wicked, would not give fair words After the foulest fact of V llainie? That may escape vaseene so easily, Or what should let him that is so resolved To murder, rapine, theft, or sacrilege: I see the City are the sleepy heads, To do it, and pass thus unexamined. Found heedless men, what boots it for a King, To toil hithselfe in this lugh state affairs, To summon Parhaments, and call together The wise heads of all his Provinces: Making statutes for his subjects peace, That thus neglecting them, their woes increase. Well, weel further on, soft here comes one, I'll stay and see, how he escapes the watch. Such a Fellow would I feign meet withal: Well overtaken sir. A man atleast. I carry a sword and a bucklerye see. No trust me. Oh ves, some of his guard. Me thinks thou Wertenberg better live at Court as I do, King Harry loves a man, I can tell you. Hast thou such store of ruing? Keep thine own counsel, and fear not, For of my faith the King shall know no more for me, then thou tellest him. I shall be glad of your conduct sir. Faith excellent: but prethe tell me, dost thou face the world with thy manhood, that thus they fear thee, or art thou truly valiant? I am for you, theres near a man the King keeps shall refuse you: but tell me, wilt thou keep the Kings Act for fighting. I am pleased, have at you sir. I am the Kings man sir, and of his Guard. Never entreat man, we shall have bail I doubt it not, But master Constable, I hope yowl do me this favour, to let one of your watchmen go of and arrant for me, if I pay him? Hold thee good fellow, heres and angel for thee, go thy way to Baynar's Castle, & ask for one Brandon, he serves the Duke of Suffolk, and tell him his bedfellow, or the great stag of Baydo this night is clapteth Counter, and bid him come speak with me. Come Constable lets go, syrrha make hast. Hoe Porter, whose without there? No trust me, 'twill be morning presently, And I have hope I shall be bailde ere then: I prethe if thou canst, entreat some of the prisoners to keep me company a pair of hours, or so: and weel spend them: ethe rouse of healths, and all shall be my cost. Say wilt thou pleasure me? The es a couple of Gentlemen in the next room, I prethe let them come in, and the and Harry Sovereign for thee. I, I assure thee thou art. Well M. Constable, you have made the Counter This night, the royal Court of England's King: And by my crown I swear, I would not for A thousand pound t'ware otherwise. The Officers in Cities, now I see, Are Like and Orchard set with several Trees, Where one must cherish one, rebuke the other: And in this wretched Counters I perceive, Money plays fast and lose, purchases favour, And without that, nought but misery. A poor Gentleman hath made complaint to me,, I am undone (quoth he) and kept in prison, For one of your fellows that serves the King, Being bound for him, and he neglecting me. Hath brought me to this woe and misery. Another Citizen there is, complains Of one belonging to the Cardinal , That in his M isters name hath taken up Commodity , valued at a thousand pound: The payment being deferde hath caused him break, And so is quite undone. Thus kings & Lords I see, Are oft abused by eruants treachery. But whist a while, here comes my fellow prisoners. I thank you sir, nay weel be as great as our word, I assure ye. Here Porter, the money, fetch wine I prethe: Gentlemen you cannot be merry in this melancholy place; but heres a Lad has his heart as light as his purse. Sirrah, thou art some mad slave I think, a regular companion: wone that that uses to walk a nights, or so. Art thou not? And excellent policy. Oh sir, fear it not, be merry Gentlemen: Is not this wine come yet? Gods me, forget our chief ge st, where my sword and buckler-man? where Black will? how now man, melancholy? let not a little wipe make us enemies, clap hands, and be friends. When 'tis at highest 'twill fallen again, come hands, hands. I a good smart stroke. Nay I have stout guard I assure you. Stand up good men: beshrew you Brandon for disco overing us, we shall not spend our time so well this month: but theres no remedy now, the worst is this, The court good fellows must be removed the sooner, You all are cour iers yet. Nay, nay, come forward, Even now you know we were more familiar: You see policies holds not always currant, I am found out, and so I think will you be: Go Porter let him be removed to Newga This place I see is too secure for him: Weel send you further word for his bestowin. Where Will, nay come nearer man, I came nearer you, though ye mislikte my play. Nay now ye latter me. I But it but by chance you know, but now your heads broke, you look for a plaster I am sure. Nay soft sir, the Keeper will deny ye that privilege, Come hither syrrha, because you shall know King Harry loves a man, & I perceive theres some mettle in thee, theres Angels for thee, marry it shall be to keep ye in prison still, till we have further use for you. If ye can break through what ches with eg es and regres so valiantly, you shall doote amongst your countries enemies. Begun: sir, keeper I thank you for our lodging, Nay indeed I do, I know had you known us, it had been better, Pray tell the Constable that brought us hither, We thank him, and commend his faithful service, Gentlemen lets hear from you, & so God morrow, Keeper, theres for my fees, discharge the offices: And give them charge that none discover us, Till we are passed the city: in this disguise we came. Weel keep us still, and so depart again. Once more God morrow, you may now report, Your connter was one night king He rises court. Away and leave us, Brandon what further news? God forbid man, what not so soon I hope, She has not yet been married forty days: Is this news certain? Alas poor Marry, so soon a widow, Before thy wedding robes be half worn out: We must then prepare black funeral garments too, Well, weel have her home, the league I broke: And weel not trust her safety with the French. Charles Brandon you shall go to France for her, See that your train be richly furnished, And if the daring French, brave thee in attempts Of honour, Barriers, Tilt, and & TO arnament: So to retain her, bore thee Like thy self, And English man, dreadless of the proudest: And highly scorning lowly hardiness Commend me to the Lady Cat erine Parry, Give her this Ring, tell her on sunday next She shall be Queen, and crowned at W stminster: And A e of Clea e shall be sent home again: Come sirs, weel leave the city, and the counter now, The day begins to break, le S hie to court. And once a quar er we desire such sport. Welcome Queen Katherine, seat thee by our side, Thy sighed fair Queen, by us thus dignified, Earls, flarro , Knights, and Gentlemen, Against ye all, weel be chief challenger, To fight at Barriours, Tilt, and Tournament, In honour of the fair Queen Katherine, God a mercy, but where are our children? Prince Edward, Marry, and Elizabeth, The royal Issue of three famous Queens, How haps we have not seen them here to day? 'Tis well, Dudh call Cranmer in, He is chief Tutor to our Princely son, For precepts that concern divinity. And here he comes, Cranmer, you must ply the Prince, Let his wast hours be spent in getting learning: And let those linguists for choice languages, Be careful for him in their best endeavours, Bid Doctor Tie, ply him to Music hard, He's apt to learn, therefore be diligent, He may requite your love when we are gone. We thank ye. I tell thee Cranmer he is all our Hope's, That what our age shall leave unfinished, In his fair reign shall be accomplished. Go and attend him, how now Will Summers, whats the news with you? Read them Semer. The Lady Seaton, Gods holy mother, Her son has had our pardon wise already, For two stout Subject's that his hand hath slain. The fool tells true, they wrong our Majesty That seek our pardon for such cruelty: A way with it. We know the inside then, come give them me, Lord Cardinal, heres one is dedicated to you. How! read it: whose there? Compto inquire for Rookesbie a Groom of the wardrobe, and bring him hither. Cardinal, what find ye written there? Take heed what ye say Kate, what a Lutheran? Go too fool. Well William your tongue is priuiledgde. Oh sir, you're welcome, Is your name ? Our servant we geffe ye by the clo that ye uvea e, but for Your pouertic 'tis doubtful, your credit is so good. Lets see whats the men name, would! Hopki , do you know the man? ? No my Lord. Had you never no dealings with such a man? No, if it Like our Maies j, saucy varlet: It likes not our Majesty, thou shouldst say no: It likes us not thou liest, for that we know. You know him not, but he too well knows you, And lies imprisoned slave, for whats thy endue. Darest thou deny it still, outfacing knave, Mother a God, isle hang thee presently. Sirrah you lie: and though you wear the kings cloth, Yet we dare tell you so before the king: Slave thou dost know him. He here complains he is undone by thee, And the kings man hath caused his misery. Yet yowl outface it still, deny, forswear, and lie fir, would Take that, and know your time to tell your Message: Sirrah, I am busy. Would, pardon these I tell thee did it touch thy life in ou ht, more then mine own di pleasure, not the world should purchase it, vild aus e: hadst thou neglected this thy dut e to our persons danger: Hadst thou thy self against me ought attempted, I might be sooner won to pardon thee, then for a subjects hate ull injury. Away Kate speak not for him, Out of my le city I let him live, Discharge him from my cloth and countenance, To the Counter to redeem his creditor, Where he shall satisfy the most mi e Of any debt, default or hindrance: I'll keep no man to blur my credit so, My cloth shall not pay what my servants owe. Away with him. Now my Lord Cardinal, speaks not your paper so? Where this fellow now that brings this news? And whats the now . O, he's returned from France: And who comes with him? Would royal wife: whose that? I were better he had never seen the Town. Dares any Subject mix his blood with ours, without our leave Nay you have taken leave, away with him, bid the Captain of our Guard, convey him to the Tower. Go too, your prayers will scarce save your self, Durst you contract your self without our knowledge? Hence with that harebrain, Duke to the Tower I say, And bear our careless sister to the Fleet: I know sir, you broke a Lance for her, And bravely did unhorse the Challengers: Yet was there no such prize set on her head, That you without our leave should marry her. Tut Kate, though thus I seem A while to threaten them, mean not to disgrace my sister so: A way with them. What say you Lords, Is he not worthy death for his misdeed? He deserves it then? You are knaves and fools, and you latter me: Gods holy Mother, I'll not have him hu to, for all your heads: Dear Brandon, I embrace thee in mine arms: Kind sister, I love you both so well. I cannot dart another angry from ne To gain a kingdom: here take him Mar e, I hold the happier in this English choice, Then to be Q. of France: Charles, love her well. And tell on Brandon, whats the news in France. God and S. George, weel meet his Majesty, And strike a league of Christian ami j. Lord Cardinal, you shall to France with speed, And in our name salute the Emperor, Weel give direction for your Embassage. The next fair wind, shall make us France to gre to, Where Charles the Emperor, and king shall meet. Godamercy Ned; I, at your book so hard, t'is well, t'is well; now Bishop Cran ar, and good doctor Tie, I was going to the gallory, and thought to have had your Scholar with me, but seeing you're so busy, I'll not trouble him, come on Will, come, go you along with me, what make you among the scholars here? Who W , young Brown, Gods Marry mother, his father is a gallant Knight, as any these south parts of England holds. When was he made a knight Will. But who knighted him, William? Would, how, come hither Ned, is this true? Confirm it, Gods holy mother, what shrode boys are these? Cranmar and Tie, do ye observe the Prince, now by my Crown young Ned thou hast ho nord me. I Like thy kingly spirit that loves to S e Thy friends advanced to types of dignity. Young Knight come hither, what the Prince hath done We here confirm, be still Sir Edward Brown: But hear you Ned, now you have made him Knight, You must give him some living, or else 'tis nothing. Well, what will you give him Ned? 'Tis well said: but for your sake Son Ed ward, wele provide for him; Cranmar, see presently a Patent drawn, wherein were will confirm to him from our Exchequor a Thousand Marks a year. Well Ned, ee you ply your learning, and lets have no more Knights made in this Actium, look to him Brown, if he loiter, his Tutors will have you up for't. Be lady Sir, thats doubtful. Well Cranmar wele leave you, when your pupyll has done his task you set him now, let him come and visit us: on Gentlemen into the Gallery. Where Brandon? Come hither Kate. I Gardener 'twill be his best policy, Their friendship must advance his dignity. If ere he get the Papal governance. Fore-god 'tis a gallant Priest, come hither Charlcs prithee let me lean a thy shoulder, by Saint George, Kate grow stiff me thinks. No, no Kate, I'll walk still, Brandon shall stay mine arm, I me fat and pursy, and 'twill get me a stomach: Sawest the Prince to day Kate? God blenn him, and make him fortunate, I tell ye Lords, the hope that England hath, is now in him, fore-god I think old Harry must leave ye shortly; well, Gods will be done, heerle be old shuffling then, would will there not; well, you say nothing, pray God there be not, I Like not this difference in religion I, Gods deer Lady, and I live but seven year longer, weel take order thoroughly. Gods-mother Kate, thoust touched them there, What say ye to that Bonner? Where are those Articles Kate? Guard, watch the doors and let none come never us, But such as are attendant on our person Mother a God 'tis ime to stir, I see, When tram ors creeps so never our majesty: Must English walk with armed Guards, Now in his old age, must I fear my life, By hateful to eason of my Queen and wife. Go too Ned, I charge you speak not for her, shes a dangerous travtor how now, who knocks so loud there. Oh thou art deceived Ned, It is too certain, Heyday more knocking, knock irons and his heals, And bear him hence what ere he be disturb us, who is't? Well what's your business. Sir William Compton, here take my ring, Bid Doctor Cranmer haste to Cou to again, Give him that token of king Henries love, Discharge our guards, we fear no tray ors hand. Our State, beloved of all does firmly stand: Go Compton. Y are a couple of Gods holy mother, she is more true and joust, Then any Prelate that Subornes the Pops: Thus to usum pe upon our gove nment? Call you her traitor? you're lying beasts and false conspirators. God a-mercie Jane, reach me thy princely hand. Thou art now a right woman, goodly, chief of thy sex; Me thinks thou art a Queen suparlatiue, Mother, a God this is a woman's glory, Like good September Vines laden with fruit. How ill did they define the name of women, Adding so soul a preposition: To call it woe to man, 'tis woe from man. If woe it be, and then who dus not know, That Women still from men receive their woe. Yes, heigh love men for it, but whats their gain, Poor souls no more but travail for their pain; Come, love thou art sad, call Will Summers in, to Make her merry, where is the fool to day, What Cumpton, Carew. Hes never from him, go let a grome be sent, And fetch him home, my good Lord Cardinal: Who are the chief of these Ambassadors? Then you here of the Ambassadors that are come. Without offence, sayest thou, heaven take my soul, What can be more offensive to my life: Then sad remembrance of my fair Queens death, Thou woeful man, that camest to comfort me: How shall I ease thy hearts calamity? That cannot help thy self, how one sad minute Hath raised a fount of sorrows in his eyes, And bleared his aged cheeks, yet Seymer see, She hath left partly of her self, a son to me: To thee a grandchild, unto the land a Prince, The perfect substance of his royal mother, In whom her memory shall ever live: Phoenix Iana obit nato Phoenice, Dolendum secula phoenices nullam tulisse duas. One Phoenix dying, gives another life, Thus must we flatter our extremest grief. What day is this. Prepare for christening, Edward shall be his name, Truss sirrah, none to put my garter on, Give me some wine, here stuff a the tother side, Proud Cardinal who followed our affairs in Italy, That we that honoured so Pope Julius, By dedicating books at thy request, Against that upstarted sect of Lutheraus, Should by that heretic be banded thus, But by my George, I swear, if Henry live, I'll hunt base Luther through all Germany, And pull those seven electors on their knees: If they but back him against our dignities. Base slave tie soft, thou hurst my leg, And now in Ireland the Burkes rebel, And with his stubborn kerns makes hourly roads, To burn the borders of the English pale, And which of all your counsels helps us now. Drink, and be damned, I cry thee mercy Cumpton, What the devil ments thou to come behind me so, I did mistake, isle make thee amends for it, By holy Paul, I am so cro to and vexed, I knew not what I did, and here at home, Such careful statsemen do attend us, And looks so wisely to our common weal, That we have ill May-dayes, and riots made: For lawless rebels do disturb our state, Twelve times this term, have we in person sat, Both in the star chamber, and Chancery courts, To hear our subjects suits determined: Yet 'tis your office Woolfie, but all of you May make a packhorse of king Henry now: Well, what would you say. So, now weel forward, soft yonder's light, I and a watch, and all asleep byr'lady: These are good peaceable subjects, heres none Beckons to any, all may pass in peace: Ho sirrah. And our brother king, your Message is before you sir: off with his head. I'll speak we anon, I'll speak we anon: Come Kate lets walk a little, whose there? my Lords of London and of Winchester, welcome, welcome: by this your master the Cardinal I troe, has parted with the Emperor, & set a league between the French and him, Mother of God, I would our self in person had been there, But Wolseys diligence we need not fear, Would think ye he will not. Haw, whats that ye talk there. Bonner 'tis true, and we have answered it, Blaming at first his haughty insolence, And now his lightnesle and inconstancy, That writ he knew not what so childisbly. Thou sayest well Kate, so they agree with the scriptures, I think 'tis lawful to peruse and read them, speak Bishops? Well said Kate, to them again good wench, Lords give us leave awhile, avoid the Presence there, we l hear the Bishops and my Queen dispute. Go fetch them Kate: a sirta, we have wome ̄ doctors, Now I see, Mother a God, here's a fine world the whilst, That betwixt so many men's opinions, The holy Scriptures must be banded thus. Would take heed what you say Gardener. Shrode proofs byr'lady and by saint Peter, I swcare we will not trust their gentleness, Speak Gardener and resolve us speedily, Whose the ringleader of this Iusty crew? We pardon what you speak, resolve us speedily. Haw, the Queen, bold Sir advise you well, Take heed you do not wrong her loyalty. Mother a God these proofs are probabell, And strong presumptions do your words, within there, ho? Sir William Compton see the doors made fast Double our guard let none come never our person Summon the counsel to confer with us, Bid them attend us in the pri ty chamber, Dam bd Scysmatick still will he trouble us with books and letters, leave it and be gone The villain thinks to smooth his treachery, By sawning speeches to our majesty, But by my George Lord Bishops if I live, I'll root his favourites from England's bounds What writes his worship? Holy sain: Peter what a knane is this, Ere while he writ submissively to us; And now again repents his humbleness, Bishops it seems being touched with our reply He wrights thus boldly to our majesty, Gardener look here he was deceived he says When he thought to find John Baptist in the Courts of princes, or resident with those that are Clothed in purple, Mother a God, Is't not a dangerous knave. Weel cut his friends off, ere they grow too strong And sweep these vypets from our state ere long, No marvel though Queen Katherne plead for him, That is I see the greatest Lutherin, How is your counsels we proceed in these? Let it be so, go get a warrant drawn, And with a strong guard bear her to the Tower. Our hand shall sign your large commission, Let Cranmer from the Prince be straight removed, And come not near the Court on pain of death, Mother a God, shall I be basseld thus, By traitors, rebels and false he ickes: Get Articles for her araignement ready, If she of treasou be convict, I swear, Her head goes off, were she my kingdoms air. And it be the Devil tell him he comes not here. Bid him attend us to ll our be er lea ure: Come hither Ned let me con err with you. Didst ever hear the disputation Betwixt Cranmer and the Queen about Religion. Is't he, well let him in, Gods holy mother, here's a stir indeed, Compton you knock too loud for entrance here. You care not though the king be near so near, say you sir haw. Body a me, is she not rested yet. Why do they not convey her to the Tower, We gave commission to attach her presently. Where is she? So never our presence, keep her out I charge you. Bend all your Holbeards points against the door, If she presume to enter strike her through, Dare she presume again to look on us. Up Ned, stand up I will not look on her, Mother a God, stand close and guard it sure, If she come in, isle hang you all I swear. Sir boy no more isle here no more of her, Proud slut, bold traitress, and forgetful beast, Yet dare she further move our patience. Will you pawn your word for her mother a God The Prince of Wales his word is warrant for a king, And we will take it Ned, go call her in. Sir William let the guard attend without, Reach me a chair, all but the prince depart. How now, what do you weep and kneel, Dus your black soul the guilt of conscience feel, Out, out, your a traitor. Canst thou deny it. Some probable effects my self can witness, Others our faithful subjects, can testify: Have you not oft maintained arguments, Even to our face against religion: Which joined with other complots show it self, As it is gathered by our loyal subjects, For treason Capital against our person, Gods holy mother yowl emove us quickly, And turn me out, old Harry must away, Now in mine age, lame and half bedrid, Or else yowl keep me fast enough in prison, Haw, mistress, these are no hateful treasons these. Would, aist thou so, was it no otherwise. Thats my good Kat , but byth marry God, Queen Ka there e you must thank prince Edward here. For but for him th'adst gone tooth tower I swear, Go to William, how now Jane what groaning, Gods me th'hast and Angry soldiers frown: This is strange indeed, but is this all. The Ambassadors are coming, and hear William see that you be silent, when you see them hear. Gods holy mother, Ladies leau her to her cham ̄ ber, Go bid the Midwives, and the Nurses v. aight, Make hold some fierce and take her from the Air, Now Jane God bring me but a chopping boy, Be but the Mother to a Prince of Wales And a ninth Henry to the English Crown, And thou makest full my Hope's, fair Queen adieu: And may heavens helping hand our joys renew: Go Compton, bid Lord Seimer come to me, The honoured Father of my woeful Queen Now now what news? Who set this natural ere to trouble me. And why I pray, Brandon and Seymer, place your selves by us, To hear this message from his holiness, You reverent princes pillars of the Church: Legates, Apostolic, how fares the Pope, Do not think so fair Queen, go to thy bed, Let not my love be so discomforted. I is no matter ill, How now Ladies, What more Lord Legate does his holiness will? Well sir bequiet, and my reverent Lords, I thank you for your patient suffering, We were disturbed in our thoughts we swear, We now entreat you speak and we will hear, Peace We thank his holiness for this princely avour, Receiving it with thanks and reverence: In which while we have life, his grace shall see, Our sword de endear of the faith shall be, Go one of you salute the Mayor of London, Bid him with Herralds and with Trumpets found, Proclaim our Titles through his government, Go Grey, see it done, attend him fellows: Away William you must be gove, hers women's matters in hand Out periurde knave, what dost thou serve the King. And darste thou thus abuse our Maiesti : And wrong my subjects by thy treachery? Thinkest thou false thief, thou shalt be privileged Because thart my man, to hurt my people: Villain, those that guard me, shall regard mine ho nou_r_: Put off that coat of proof, that strong security: Under which you march Like a halbertere, Passing through purgatory, and none dare strike: A Sergeants mace must not presume to touch Your sacred shoulders with the kings own wri Gods deer Lady, does the cloth you wear, Such privilege and strong prevention bear. Would, is't Rookesby? Go too meddle not you with the Popes matters: You Pierce me with your news, run, send for help. Spend the revenues of my Crown for aid, To save the life of my beloved Queen: How hap't she is so ill attended on. That we are put to this extremity, To save the Mother or the child to die. Would, would, the fool tells you true (my gentle sister) But to our business, how fares my Queen? How fares my Jane, has she a son for me? To raise again our kingdoms sovereignty I am a Coatercard indeed. I am right born I ass re thee. Theres no grace in thee, nor one for thee: Go, away with him. Gentlemen, you that have been wrongde by my servants and the Cardinals, shall give me nearer notes of it, Both what they are, and how much debt they owe ye: Send your pe ions to the Court to me. And doubt not but you shall have remedy: Theres forty Angels, drink to King Harries health, And think withal, much wrong Kings men may do: The which their masters never consent unto. 'Twill be your best course sir, go take him in, When we have needs of men, weel send for him. Bid Woe Say haste him to our royal presence, Great Charles the mighty Roman Emperor, Our Nephew, and the hope of Christendom Is landed in our fair Dominion, To see his Uncle and the English Court; We'll entertain him with imperial port: Come hither Ned. How now, whats here to do? With bills and halberds, well, tarry there Kate, I'll go my self; Now wherefore come you? Here you Bonner, you are a whoreson coxcomb, What proofs had you, but treasons of your own inven to ons? Alas poor Kate, thou thinkest full little what they come for; Thou hast small reason to commend their loves, That falsely have accused thy harmless life. Lets see it then. So, now ye have both my hand to contradict what one hand did: and now out word g ine shall serve as warrant to bear you both as prisoners to the Fleet, Where you shall answer this conspiracy. You fellows that came to atta h the Queen's, Lay hands on them, and bear them to the Fleet. Stand up good Kate, thou wrongest thy Majesty, To plead for them that thus have iniurde thee Mother of God, what a foolish woman's this, Well, for her sake we rovoke our doom, But come not near us as you love your lives: Away and leave us, you are knaves and miscreants, Wherson Cai ifes, come to attach my Queen! Mother a God, I'll temper some on them for't How now Branden? Get a train ready there, Charles Branden, continued c Weel me to the Mon rke of imperial Room: Go Ned, prepare your self to meet the Emperor, Weel send you further notice of our pleasure. Attend the Prince there: Welcome Lord Cardinal, Hath not our tedious journey into France, Disturbed your Graces hea that and reverend person? What, W liam, how chance I have not seen you to day? I thought you would not have been the hind most man to salute me. Will he not come in? Is his wine turned into gold, Will? Go too fool, you wrong that Cardinal, But grieve not Woolsey, Will am will be bold: I pray you set on to meet the Empe our, The Mayor and Cit izens are gone before, The Prince of Wales shall follow presently, And with our George and collar of esta e, Present him with the order of the Gam ter: Great Maximilian his progenitor, Upon his breast did wear the English Cross, And und rneath our Standard marched in arms, Receiving pay for all his warlike hos e; And Cham less with knighthood shall be honoured: Begin Lord Cardinal, greet his Majesty, And we our self will follow presently. T'is no matter Kate, I'll anger him worse are long, Though for a while I smooth it to his face: I did suspect what here the fool hath found, He keeps forsooth; a high Court Legantine, Taxing our subjects, gathering sums of gold, Which he belike hath hid to make him Pope; A Gods name let him, that shall be our own. But to our business, come Queen Katherin, You shall with us to meet the Emperor, Let all your Ladies be in readiness: Go, let our guard attend the Prince of Wales, Upon our self, the Lords and Pensioners Shall give attendance in their best array, Let all estates be ready come fair Kate, The Emperor shall see our English state. Hold, stand I say. Is the Emperor yet come in sighed of us? Then , shea the Sword and bear our Maces down, In honour of my Lord, the Emperor: Forward ag ne. Great Changed less, the first Emperor of All ayne, King of the Roma S, Semper Angustus, warlike king of Spain and Cicily, both Naples, Navarre and Arrag , king of Crete and great Jerusalem, Archduke of Austria, Duke of Milan, Brabant, Burg ndy, Tyrrell and Flan dears, with this great title I embrace thy breast, And how thy sighed does please, suppose the rest, Found trumpets, while my fair Queen Katre e Gives entertainment to the Emperor. Welcome again to England princely Cousin, We dwell here, but in and ou ward continent, Where winter's ice- ckles hangs on our beards, Bordering upon the frozen Orcades, Our mother-point, compassed with the Artike sea, Where raging Boreas sties from winter's mouth, Yet are our bloods as hight, as where the Sun does rise, We have no golden mines to lead you to, But hearts of proof, and what we speak, weel do. My Heroalds to desire your Majesty? Your grace mistakes, we sent Ambassadors To treat a peace between the French and you, Not to defy you as and enemy. Mother of God, if this be true, we see, There are more kings in England now then we: Where Cardinal Woolsey? Herd you this news in France? Durst thou presume so, baseborn Cardinal, Without our knowledge to abuse our name; Presumptuous to aitor, under what pretence Didst thou attempt to brave the Emperor? Belike thou meantest to level at a crown But thy ambitious crown shall hu le thee down. Be the devils Deputy, I care not I, I'll not be baffeld by your treachery; You're false abusers of religion, You can corrupt it and forbid the King, Upon the penalty of the Popes black curse. If he , Not to suppress and old Abbey Yet you at pleasure have subver ed foute, Seizing their lands, tunning up heaps of gold, Secret convaiance of our royal Seal, To raise Collections to in changed thy state, For which sir, we command you leave the Court. We he re discharge you of your offices: You that are Cat as, or great Cardinal, Haste you with unto your Bishopric, There keep you till you hear further from us: Away and speak not. No matter , bes rew his trench rous heart. Haz moved my blood to much impatience. When es will summer come on wise, William, We must use your little w to , to thase this Anger from our blood again: What art doing? Say ye Weel put you to and presently. Answer this sir, The bud is spread the God mother Kate wilt thou believe the fool? he lies, he ies, a sirrah William, I perceive an't had been so, you would have shamed me before the Emperor, et William have at you once more, In yonder Tower theres a flower, that hath my heart. The Queen , took to your self, To him Kate. Enough good William, you're too hard for all: My Lord the Emperor, we delay too long, Your promised welcome to the English Court, The honourable order of the garter, Your Majesty shall take immediately, And fit instalde to erewith in Winds r Castle, I tell you there are lads girded with that order, That will ungirded proudest Champion: Set forward there egard the Emperors state, First in our Court weel banquet merrily, Then mount on steeds, and girded in complete steel, Weel tug at Barriers, Tilt and tournament: Then shall ye see the Yeomen of my guard Wrestle, shoot, throw the sledge, or pitch the bar, Or any other active exercise: Those triumphs passed, weel forthwith haste to Windsor, S. Gorges knight shall be the Christian Emperor Body a me, what ever asting knaves are these that wrong thee thus, alas poor Kate, come stand up stand up, wipe thine eyes, wipe thine eyes, foregod it told me that thou Wertenberg a traitor: I could hardly think it, but that it was appl de so hard to me, Godsmother Kate I ear my life I tell you, King Harry would be loath to die by treason now, that has bid so many bru ts vublemished, yet I con fe e that now I grow stifte, my legs fail me first but they stand furthiest from my heart, and thats still found, I thank my God, give me thy hand, come kiss me Kate, so now e friends again, hurson knaves, craft y varlets, make thee a tray tor to old Harries life, well, well, isle meet with some on them, Sfou e come fit on my knee Kate. Mother a God he that says th'art false to me by England's crown isle hang him pre sently. Ou sister Q. his : who gave him her? Take hence the fool. What a knavish fools this, Lords you must bear with him come hither Will, what saift thou to this new tytell given us by the Pope, speak, is't not rare? All these nothing; the title of defender of the faith is worth ye, twice as much, say, is it not. Vilaine, thou canst not answer it to me, Nor shadow thy insulting treachery: How durst you sirrah, in your ambassage, Unknown to us stamp in our royal coin The base impression of your Cardinal hat. As if you were copartner in the Crown? Ego & Rexme S: you and your king must be In equal state, and pomp, and Majesty: Out of my presence hateful impudency. Mother of God whats that. Out ass take that and tumble at my eete. For thus I'll spurn thee up and down the house: Alas, poor pach hold ther's and Angel to buy you points. So is he Woolsey credit me. Let him draw near, weel give him Audience, Why William, is the Cardinals wine so good? Whose that stands laffing there, the fool, would, would, Where Compto ̄ . Mother a God I have found his dri to, 'tis the cra tiest old villain in christendom, mark good Sir William, because the fool durst not come near himself, seeing our anger, sent this silly Ass, that we might wreak our royal spleen on him: whilst he sta ̄ ds laffing to behold the left, bith blessed La (Copto ) I'll not leave the fool, to gain a million, he contents me so, come hither Will, Well William I am beholding to you. You shall have a new Coat and a cap for this. Come K to weell walk a while eth garden here, who keeps the dote there?