GUILDFORD

Our Cousin King is dead. Entreat not Jane, though she our bodies partly, Our souls shall meet. Farewell my love. 1 line And would to God, this , Might have , For , and weal. Do's Trees want sense, that by the power of music? have be drawn to dance a pleasing meam sure, w come then unto living things, say we usurp the English Royalty, wast not by your I tell you Lords, I have your hands to show, Subscribed to the Commission of my father, cons ? By which, you did authorice him to wage arms, If they were Rebellious against your Sou aigne Who cried so loud as you, God save Queen Jane? And come you now your Sovereign to arraign? Come down, come down, here at a Prisoners bar Better do so, then judge your selves amiss For look what , on our heads you lay, Upon your own, may light another day. And we must die, for a less fault, Oh partiality! Why this is well, since we must die, That we must die together. Good morrow once more to my lo lie Jane. What were you reading? Trust me so was I, we hade need to pray, For see, the Ministers of death draw near. My Lord High Chancellor, you are well come heather, What come you to behold our execution? And my Lord Arundel, thrice welcome, You helped to attache our Father, come you now, To see the black conclusion of our Tragedy? So do we. Our office is to die, yours to look on: We are beholding unto such beholders, The time was Lords, when you did flock amain, To see her crowned, but now to kill my Jane, The world Like to a sickell, bends it self, Men run their course of lives as in a maze, Our office is to die, yours but to gaze. And demands a pardon, Only of her, for taking off her head? But isle not pardon him, thou art my wife. And he shall ask me pardon for thy life, O! I hear of it, and I give credit to it What great men fear to be, Their fears grow greater. Our Father's grow ambitious And would force us sail in mighty tempests, And are not Lords of what they do possess. Are not thy thoughts as great? Even what you will, Yet save my Jane, although my blood you spill. Norfolk no, I speak to — Alas I do not know whi h of die first. Rise, do not kneel. That ugh thou submit'st, thou hast a lowering steel Whose fatal declynation brings our death: Good man of earth, make haste to make us ear . Oh do not kill me with that See how thy blood keeps course with mine: Thou must be a Queen, aye me! a Queen, The flattering bells that shrilly found At the Kings funeral with hollow hearts, Will cowardly call thee Sovereign: For indeed thou wouldst prove but and Usurper. We must. We are led with pomp to prison, Oh prophetic soul. Lo we ascend into our chairs of State, Like funeral Coffins, in some funeral Pomp descending to their graves. But we must on. How can we fare well, to keep our Court: Where Prisoners keep their cave? I pray resolve us good Master Lieutenant Who was it yonder, that rendered up his life To nature's death? True, my fair Queen of sorrow truly speak. Great men Like great Flies, Through laws Cobw break, But the thin'st the prison of the weak. Oh I shall faint againel Yet let me bear this fight unto my My sweet Janes head: Look Norfolk, Arundel, Winches Do male factors, look: Thus when they die ruddi lip, A clear reflecting eye, Cheeks purer then the Maiden oreant That bash lnes through the Her innocence, has given her this look: The Like for me to show so well being dead, How innocence, would Guilford lose his head. God morrow to the Patron of my woe. Nay why does Jane, thus with a heavy eye, And a defected look, salute the day? Sorrow does ill become thy silver brow, Sad grief lies dead, so long as thou lives fair, In my Janes joy, I do not care for care. Though sleep do seldom dwéll in men of care, Yet I did this night sleep, and this night dreamt, My Princely father great (Northumberland) Was married to a stately Bride: And then me thought, joust on his Bridal day, A poisoned draught did take his life away. The nights are tedious, and the days are sad, And see you how the people stand in heaps, Each man sad, looking on his aposed object, As if a general passion possessed them? Their eyes do seem, as dropping as the Moon, As if prepared for a Tragedy. For never swarms of people there do tread, But to rob life, and to I changed the dead And show they wept. Our dooms are known, Our lives have played their part, Farewell my Jane. Great griefs speak louder When the least are dumbed. EEx Patience my lovely Jane: Patience has blanched thy soul, as white as snow, But who shall answer for thy death? this know, And innocent to die, what is it less, But to Angels , The guilty dying, do applaud the law, But when the innocent creature stoops his neck to and unjust doom; upon the Judge they check. Lives are Like souls, required of their neglect ors, Then ours of you, that should be . Peace rest his soul, his sins be buried in his graven, And not remembered in his Epitaph: but who comes ? Our answer be several Like : Yet Noble the , May we not make some Apolegie unto the Cou If we be guilty, 'tis fault , And shall , for in We sought no , we no Crown, It was imposed upon by , Like golden on a Tree, And will you such ? Then make the , As black as Sickts, because it was constrained to bear the banks, whose battering ordinance should have been employed against the hindrers of our Royalty. Fain would I take a serimonious leave, But thats to die a hundred thousand death : No, God forbid, my Lor of With chester, It's made of law, and should It against you, if I forg to , You reioyc`worser to see the fallen of , Joy you now at me? Oft dying men are filled with prophecies, But isle not be a prophet of your ill. Yet know my Lords, they that behold us now, May to the axe of Justice one day bow, And in that plot of ground where di , Sprinkle their bloods, Though I know no cause why. I am a man men better brook shock of thr tning death, sex are euerweake The thoughts of death, a woman's heart will break. Likelier to live: Death to the unwilling doth his presence give? He dares not look the bold man in the face, But on the fearful lays his killing Mace. Would? hast thou the heart to kill a face so fair. She dying first, I three times lose my head. the law? 1 line , For what , And you our death's. My Lord I will, I am. My Jane had as . I'll answer first I am, and I am not, should we unto the last unguilty; You large conscience to The brow with style of . Slander not thy self, If there be any guilty was I, I was Queen, I the should wear. I was thy Husband I . Who spoke of Jane? who nam my lòuely Jane? So does our death. Heeres one has run so fast she's out of breath, But the time goes on, And fair Janes white soul, will be In heaven before me If I do stay: stay ge tle with e, Thy Guilf rd follows thee, Though on the earth we partly, by adverse fate, Our souls S all knock together at heavens gate. The is death's have a And we the smoother on our way. My Lords farewell, farewell to all, The Father's pride has caused the Children's fallen.