WOLSEY

G Entlemen give leave: you great ambassadors, From Francis the most christian king of France: My Lord of Paris, and Lord Bonevet, Welcome to England: since the king your maistes Intreats our furtherance to advance his peace; Giving us titles of high dignity, As next elect to Rome's Suprenacie. Tell him we have so wrought with English Henry (Who, as his right hand loves the Cardinal) That undelayed, you shall have audience: And this day will the king in person fit To hear your message, and to answer it. We thank his highness for remembering us. And so salute my Lord the Emperor, Both which (if Woolsey be made Pope of Room) Shall be made famous through all Christendom. How now . I have, and by the kings means finished it, And yet it was a task, I tell ye Lords, That might have be e imposed to Hercules, To win a Lady of her spirit and years. To see her first love crowned with silver hairs, As old king Lews is, that bedrid lies, Unfit for love, or worldly vanities. We will attend his highness presently, Bonner, see all our train be set in readiness, That in our state and pomp pontificial, We may pass on to grace king Henries court, We thank her highness that accepts our love, In all Cathedral Churches through the land, Are Masses, Derges, and Processions sung: With prayers to heaven to bless her Majesty, And send her joy, and quick delivery: And so Sir William do my duty to her, Queen Jane was ever kind and courteous, And always of her subjects honoured. Lord Boneue the French high Admiral, And John de Mazo reverent Bishop of Paris. It shall my Liege. My Lords of France you have had small cheer with us, But you must pardon us, the times are sad, And focits not now for mirth and banqueting: Therefore I pray make your swift return, Commend me to your king, and kindly tell him, The English Cardinal will remain his friend, The Lady Marry shall be forthwith sent, And overtake you ere you reach to Dover: And for the business that concerns the league, Urge it no more, but leave it to my care, Happily speed my honourable Lords, My heart, I swear, still keeps you company, Farewell to both, pray your king remember, My suit betwixt him and the Emperor, We shall be thankful, if they think on us. Again farewell, Bonner conduct them forth, Now Gardener, what thinkest thou of these times. Gardener 'tis true, so was the rumor spread: But Woolsey wrought such means she lost her head, Tush fear not thou while Haries life does stand, He shall be king, but we will rule the land. Bonner come hither, you are our trusty friend: See that the treasure we have gathered, The Copes, the Vestments, and the Chalices, The smoke pence, and the tributary fees, That English chimneys pay the Church of Room: Be barreled close within the inner seller, Wele send it over shortly to prepare, Our swift advancement to Saint Peters chair, Be trusty, and be sure of honours speedily, The king hath promised at the next election, Bonner shall have the Bishopric of London. And Gardener shall be Lord of Winchester: Had we our Hope's, what shall you not be then, When we have God the Papal diadem. How now William, what? are you here to, What, are you singing sirrah. We thank your honour. What is the occasion, that the kings so moved. Tush, I have news, my Lord, to salve that soar, And make the king more feared through christendom, Then ever was his famous ancestors: Nor can base Luther with his heresies, Backed by the proudest German potentate, Heretically blur king Henries fame: For honour that he did Pope Julius, Who in high favour of his Majesty, Hath sent Campeus with a bull from Room, To add unto his title this high style: That he and his fair posterity, Proclaimed defenders of the faith shall be: For which intent the holy Cardinals come, As Legates from the Imperial court of Room. I will, and doubt not but to please him well. Nothing that might displease your majesty, I have a message from the Pope to you. Delay him a while, and tell him we are busy, Mean time my Lords you shall with draw your selves, Our private conference must not be known, Let all your gentlemen in their best array, Attend you bravely to king Henries coutt, Where we in person presently will meet you: And doubt not wele prevail succ sfully. Hast you to court, lie meet you presently. Why thinkest thou so? My gracious Lord. We think no less, & we have fully wrought it, The Emperors for es that were levied, To invade the frontyres of lo Burgundy, Are stayed in Brabant by the kings command, The Admiral Hayward that was lately sent, With threescore ail of ships and pinnaces, To Batter down the towns in Normandy, I by our care for him, called home again: Then doubt not of a fair success full end; Since Woolsey is esteemed your Sovereigns friend. Adieu good knight weel follow presently, Now Woolsey work thy wits Like gaddes of steel, And make them pliable to all impressions, That King and Queen and all may honour thee: So toiled not Caesar in the state of Room, As Woolsey labours in the affairs of Kings: As Hannibal with oil did melt the Alps: To make a passage into Itali : So must we bear our high pitched Eminence To dig for glory in the hearts of men. Till we have God the papal diadem: And to this end have I composed this plot, And made a League between the French and v And match their Aged King in holy Marriage, With Lady Marry Royal Henries sister: That he in peace complotting with the Emperor May plea for us within the Courts of Room: Wherefore was Alexanders fame so great, But that he conquered and deposed Kings, And where does Woolsey fail to follow him, That thus command death Kings and Emperor's, Great England's Lord have I so wone with words: That under culloure of and sing him, I overrule both counsel, Court, and King: Let him command, but we will execute. Making our glory to outshine his am Till we have purchased and eternal name. Now Boner, are those proclamations sent As we directed to the Shriffes of London, Of certain new devised Articles, For ordering those brothelles called the Stews? Dispatch him quickly, and haste after me; We must attend the Kings high Majesty. I that must be our safest way to work, Money will make us men, when men stand out: The Bastard Frederick's to attain the place, Hath made and offer to the Cardinals, Of threescore thousand pound, which we will pay, Three times thrice double, ere we loose the day. How now Patch, who have you God there? what Will S mmers welcome good William. Married Will, to whom I prithee? Mine own discredit, and the undoing of and honest city's zen, by a false servant. No will? 'Tis Heresy saire Queen, to think such thoughts. God morrow Lords, go call Sir William Cump to n in, We must have narrow eyes, and quick conceit, To look into these dangero is stratagems, I will effect for France, as they for me: If Woolsey to the Popes high state attain, The league is kept, or else he e breakt again, Now good Sir William But my good Liege, I fear theres shroder heads Although kept close, has set this oole a work, Thus to exstirpe against his holiness. And what is the best news there William? Would, would, would, I shall my Sovereign. Ki With draw a while our selves will follow you. Now will are you not deceived in this Embassage, You herd they came for aid against the Turk . You are too cra tie for him William, Then may it please your sacred Majesty, Found Trumpets, and God save the King. I thank you William, I am beholding to you still. Mordie . The fool mistakes, my gracious Sovereign. Your Majesty is welcome into England, Theking our Master, will rejoice to see Great Charles the royal Emperors Majesty. On gentlemen, and me e the Prince of Wales. That comes forerunner to his royal father, To entertain the Christian Emperor: Mean while, your Majesty may here behold This warlike kingdom fair Metropolis, The City London, and the river Thames, And note the situation of the place. The trumpets found my Lord, the King is coming. Cease those trumpets there. His Majesty is hard at hand my Lord. I did my Liege, and by my means it done, I'll not deny it; I had Commission To join a league between the From changed and him Which he withstanding as and enemi . I did defy him from your Majesty. With reverence to your Majesty, I did no more Then I can answer to the holy sea. Remember my Liege, that I am Cardinal And Deputy unto his holiness. Yet will I proudly pass as Cardinal, Although this day define my heavy fallen. Well Will, I'll try your rhyming wits once more, What say you to this? The Bells' hang high, and loud they cry, what do they speak? You are something bitter William: But come on, once more I am for ye. A rod in school, a whip for a fool, is all ways in season. He S too hard for me still, I'll give him over, come tell me Wul, whats the n was at Court? Holy Saint Peter Shield his Majesty, She is to e hope of heresy: If she be Queen, the Protestants will swell, And Cranmer, Tutor to the Prince of Wales, Will boldly speak gainst Rome's Religion But Bishops weel to Court immediately, And plot the downfall of these Lutherans: You two are Tutors to the Princes Marry, Still ply her to the obedience, And make her hate the name of Protestant; I do suspect that Latimer and Chief teachers of the fair , Are not found Catholics, nor friends to It it be so, weel soon remove them all TO is better they should die, then thousands fallen. Come follow us. Ma it, W l, and Patch. Syrrha, yowl be whipped for this. My reverent Lord of Land , Ou trusty friend, the king of France is dead, And in his death, our Hope's are hindered: The Emperor too, mislikes his praises, But we shall cross him fort I doubt it not: And tread upon his pomp imperial, That thus hath wrongde the English Cardinal. A shrewd fool Bonner, come hither William, I have a quarrel to you since our last rhyming. I go my Sovereign. Yes my good Lord, your Grace hath shown a pat terne, to draw forth mine by, I assure your Highness, The punishment inflicted on your man, Is meant for mine servants that bears such minds, Their Masters thus but serves them in their kinds. Hell stop that fatal boding Emperor's throat That sings against us this dismal Ravens note.