MARY

Thus Like a Nun, not Like a Princess born, Descended from the Royal Henries loins: Live I environed in a house of stone, My Brother Edward lives in pomp and state, I in a mansion here all ruinate. Their rich attire, delicious banqueting: Their several pleasures: all their pride and honour, I have forsaken for a rich prayer Book. The Golden Mines of wealthy India, Is all as dross compared to thy sweetness. Thou art the joy, and comfort of the poor, The everlasting bliss in thee we find. This little volume enclosed in this hand, Is richer then the Empire of this land. By Gods assistance, and the power of heaven, after our Troubles we are safely set, In our inheritance, for which we do subscribe The praise and benefit to God, next thanks To you my Lords. Now shall the sanctuary, And the house of the most high be newly built. The ancient honours endue unto the Church, Buried within the Ruin Monastaries, Shall lift their stately heads, and rise again To astonish the destroyers wandering eyes. Zeal shall be decked in gold, Religion not Like a virgin robbed of all her ponipe, But briefly shining in her Jems of state, Like a fair bride be offered to the Lord. To built large houses pull no churches down, Rather in rich the Temple with our crown. Better a poor Queen, then the Subjects poor. But that we know thee Wyat to be true Unto the Crown of England and to us, Thy overboldness should be paid with death. But cease, for fear your liberàll tongue of fend, With one consent my Lords you Like this match? Call in Count Edmond Honourable Lords. We have determined of your Ambassy, and thus I plighted, our love to Philips heart, Embark you straight, the wind blows wondrous fair: Till he shall land in England, I am all care. Queen! may it be? Or jest you at my lowering misery. I see my God, at length hath herd my prayer. You Sir Harry, for your glad tidings, Shall be held in honour and endue regard. And why not Queen, Sir Thomas? The Queenlike Rebels, Mean you not Queen Jane? Wiat no more, the law shall be their Judge, Mercy to mean offenders weel ostend, Not unto such that dares usurp our Crown. Your Counsel, good sir Thomas, is so pithy That I am won so Like it. another Queen, Sir Thomas we alive, The true immediate heirs of our dread Father? In the behalf of lovely Princely Philip, Whose person we have shrined in our heart? at the first sighed of his delightful picture That picture should have power to tingle Love in Royal breasts: the Darts of love are words, pic tures, conceit, heel prevail by any, Your counsel Lords about this foreign business. Oh my Lord of Arundel, we remember that, But shall a Subject force his Prince to swear Contrary to her conscience and the Law? We here release unto our faithful people, one Subsidy, Endue unto the Crown in our dead Brother's days. The Commonalty shall not be burdened In our reign, let them be liber all in Religion, and we will spare their treasure to themselves: Better a poor Prince then the Nation poor, The Subjects Treasure, in the Sovereigns store. The Duke of Suffolk is not yet apprehended, Therefore my Lords, Some of you most deer to us in love, Be careful of that charge: The rest weel leave for try all of the other prisoners. Is the right Queen called Jane? alack for woe, at the first she was not christened so. my Lord of Winchester I pray. We have given order to the Duke of Norfolk to release them.