NORTHUMBERLAND

Even as a dying man, whose life Like to quick lighting, which is no sooner seen, but is extinct. I, thats the point that we level at. But o, the confirmation of that will, 'tis all, 'tis all. Sir Thomas booted and spurred, whither away so fast? The voice of the whole Land-speakes in my tongue It is concluded your Majesty must ride, From hence unto the Tower: there to stay Until your Coronation. Honourable friends, and native peers, That have chosen me to be the leader of these martial troops, to march against the sister Of our late dead Sovereign. Bear witness of my much unwillingness, In furthering these attempts, I rather joy to think upon our ancient victories Against the French and Spaniard, Whose high pride we seueld with the waves of british shore Dying the haven of Briȝt, with guilty blood, TO ll all the Harbour seemed a sanguine pool: Or we desire these arms, we are now to war Gainst the perfidious northern enemy, Who trembling at our first shock voice and sighed, Like cowards turned their backs with shm efull flight But those rich spoils are passed: we are now to go, Being native friends, against a native foe. In your hands we leave the Queen elected, She hath seizure of the Tower, If you'be confident, as you have sworn Your selves true li ge men to her highness She no doubt, with royal favour will remunerate The least of your . Farewell My tears into your bosoms f ll, With one I do include you all. I, I, sor Gods sake on. 'Tis more then time my friends, that we were gone. Excunt Omnes. . Come they in thunder, we will meet with them? In the loudest language that their ordinance speaks, Ours shall answer theirs. Call me a Herald, and in the market place Proclaim Queen ane. The streets are full, The town is populous, the people gape for novelty. Trumpets speak to them, That they may answer with and echoning cry, God save Queen Jane, God save her Majesty. Would? a bore report of Trumpets! Are the slaves horse, or want they art to speak? Oh me! This Town consi S on famous Colleges, Such as know both how, and what, and when to speak, Well, yet we will proceed, and smother what close envy hath decreed. Ambrose my Son, what news? Boy, speak the worst, That which sounds deadly est, let me hear that first. Then they revolt the alegeance from my Daugh ter, and give it to another: God take them to his mercy, they had need, Of grace and patience, for they both must bleed, Poor Innocentsoules, they both from gilded are free. Boy, thou sayest well, And since the Lords have all revolted from me, My self will now revolt against my self. Call me a Herald to fill their empty ears, Assist me Son, my good Lord Huntington, Even in this market Town proclaim Queen Marry. Amen, I bear a partly, I with my tongue, I do not with my heart, Now they can , now they can bawl and yell, Base minded slaves, sink may your souls to hell. A Traitor Arundel? have I not your hand in my commission? let me peruse it: as I 'tis here, and by your warrant have so strict proceeded. Is the limits of my warrant broke answer me. And I obey you: when we parted last My Lord of Arundel, our farewell was then our greeting now. Then you cried God speed, Now you come on me ere you say take heed: Then you did owe me your best bloods: nay greened You could not spend them in my service. Oh then it was a double death to stay behind, But I am overtook and you are kind, I am, beshrew you else, but I submit, My crime is great, and I must answer it. I am a Herald, and challenge safety By the law of arms. No kna Sir Thomas, I am a true man to my Queen, to whom thou art a Traitor. Stand Traitor stand, or thou shalt never stand over. Right, & my Son is married to your daughter. My Lord, in and even plain way, I will Derive the Crown unto your Daughters head. What though the King hath left behind, Two Sisters, lawful and immediate heirs, To succeed him in his Throne Lies it not In our powers to contradict it? Have we not the King and Counsels hands unto it? Tut, we stand high in men opinion, And the world's broad eye. Will you not subscribe your hand with other of the Lords? Not with me, that in my hands, Surprise the Sovereignty? Dead! send for Heralds, call me Pursuivants, Where's the King at arms? in every market town Proclaim Queen Jane. Set forward then. The Tower will be a place of ample state, Some lodgings in it, will Like dead men's skulls, Remember us of frailty. where's Captain Bret? Kind Arundel, I bind thee to my love. Once more farewell. How stands the Treasurer addicted to us? We in our selves are strong. Stay Master Roose, ere you depart receive and and swear and reward. In the Sovereign name of Marry our Queen You all upon the sighed hereof, Surcease your arms, discharge your Soldiers, And presently repair unto the Court, Or else to be held as and Arch-Ttaitor. Oh master Roose, it cannot be, I will assure you At my departure thence, I left living there at least Five hundred friends, and now I have not one, simply not one: friends! would, would, would, Commission Thou must be my friend. And stand betiwixt me and the stroke of death, Were thy date out, my lives date were but short, They are cold friends, that kills their friends in sport My friend! Oh my Children! my soul weeps endless tears for you. Oh at the general Sessions, when all souls Stand at the bar of Justice, And hold up their new immortalized hands, Oh then lot the of their tragic ends Be racd out of the bed-rowle of my sins: When ere the black book of my crime's unclasped. Let not these scarlet Letters be found there: Of all the rest, only that page be clear. But come to my arraignment, then to death, The Queen and you have long aimed at this head, If to my Children, she sweet grace extend, My soul hath peace, and I embrace my end. Exeunt. Farewell, I fear thee not. The Fly is angry, but he wants a sting, And all the counsel: only this perverse And peevish Lord, hath only denied his hand To the investing of your princely Daughter. He's idle, and wants power. Our Ocean shall these petty brooks devour, Here comes his Highness Doctor. You are too timorous. We in our selves Are power sufficient: the King being dead. This hand shall place the crown On Queen Janes head. Trumpets and Drums, with your notes resound, Her royal name, that must in state be crowned. Exeum ̄ to Om Sir Thomas, I must do my office. 'Tis short & sharp, Master Roose, we do obey your warrant: but I pray tell me, how does all our friends at Court? is there not a great mortality amongst them? Is there not a number of them dead of late since I came thence?