WYATT

It boots me not to stay, When in this land rebellion bears such sway. Gods will, a Court! 'Tis changed Since Noble Henries days. You have set your hands unto a will. A will you well may call it: So wills Northumberland: So wills great Suffolk, Against Gods will, to wrong those Princely Maids. Health to the Lady Marry. In actions roving rome the bent of truth, We have no persident thus to persist But the bore name of worldly policy. If others have ground from Justice, and the law, As well divine as politic agreeing, They are for no cause to be disinherited. If you not seven years since oh that effect, Swore to the Father to maintain his seed, What dispensation hath acquitted you From your first sacred vows? Yowl say, the will extorted from a child. Oh! let m ne eyes in naming that sweet youth, Observe their partly, Powering down tears, sent from my swelling heart. God, mother, I term child? but isle go on, Say that the will were his, forced by no trick, But for religions love his simple act, Yet note how much you err. You were sworn before to a men will, and not a will alone, But strengthened by and act of Parliament. Beside this sacred proof. The Princely Maids, Had they no will nor act to prove their right? Have birthrights no pri ledge, being a plea so strong, as cannot be refeld, but by plain wrong? Now were you touched. The Lady in tower, alas she's innocent of my claim. Trust me, shee'd thinks to a most happy life, To leave a Queens, and keep a Ladies name. And for the Dukes, your warrants sent them forth, Let the same warrant call them back again. If they refuse to come, the Realm, not they Must be regarded. Be strong and bold: We are the peoples factors. Save our Sons From killing one another, be afraid, To tempt both heanen and earth, so I have said. Never make doubt, setting her ceremonious or der by. She is pure within, and mildly chased without. What need he (Noble Lords) to ask the fruit, when he demands the tree? No Castle, , nor Towers of strength, It boots not, when the chiefest Tower of all The key that opens unto all the Land. I mean our Gracious Sovereign must be his, But he will bear no office in the land, And yet will marry with the Queen of all. Nor be of counsel in the Realms affairs, And yet the Queen enclosed in his arms: I do not Like this strange marriage The Fox is subtle, and his head once The slender body easily will follow. I grant, he offers you in name of dowry, The yearly sum of threescore thousand Duc cats. Beside, the seventeen famous Provinces, And that the heir succeeding from your loins, Shall have the Sovereign rule of both the R alms. What, shall this move your Highness to the match? Spain is too far for England to inherit, But England near enough for Spain to woe. Which of you all, dares justify this match, And not be touched in conscience with and oath? Remember, Oh remember I beseech you, King Henries last will, and his act at Court, I mean that royal Court of Parliament, That does prohibit Spaniards from the Land, That Will and Act, to which you all are sworn, And do not dam your souls with perjury. He that loves freedom and his Country, Cry a Wyat: he that will not, with my heart Let him stand forth, shake hands, And weel depart. Knock him down, fie no, Weel handle him, he shall found before he go. Sweet music, Gallant fellow-Londi ners. You shall be all Lord Maiores at least, Those eight shall do service now against their Masters Norfolk and Arundel, They may to their heals more then their hands for saving of their lives, When soldiers turn surveyors and measure Lands, God help poor . Soldiers and friend , let v all play ni ble blood, Hounds, and hunt them step by step, We hear the Lawyers plead in Armour steed of Gowns, if they fallen out about the case they Jar, Then they may c each the Bar. Soft, this is Ludg are, stand knock. A Wyat, a true friend, Open your gates, you louring Citizen , I bring you freedom, from a Prince, The Queen has herd your suit, And 'tis her pleasure the C tie gates, Stand open to us. She commands high us. Oh London, London, thou perfidious Town, Why hast thou broke, thy promise to thy friend? That for thy sake, and for thy general sake, Hath thrust my self into the mouth of danger? March back to Fleetstreet, if that Wy to die, London unjustly, buy thy treachery. Traitor and Wyats name, Differ as far as Winchester and ho . I'll damned my soul for no man, no for no man, who at dooms day must answer for my sin: Not you, nor you my Lords, Who nam'de Queen Jane in noble Henries days, Which of you all durst once displace his issue? My Lords, my Lords, you whet your knives so sharp, To carve your meat, That they will cut your fingers. The strength is weakness that you build upon, The King is sick, God mend him, I, God mend him: But were his soul from his pale body free, Adieu my Lords, the Court no court for me. Thats my name indeed. Ask that of Suffolk duke, & great Northumber land Who in your steed hath Crowned another. Nothing more true then that: Nothing more true then you are the true heir, Come leave this Cloister and be seen abroad, Your very sighed will stir the peoples heatts, and make them cheerly, for Queen Mary's cry. One comfort I can tell you: the tenants of the Dukes Northumberland and Suffolk denied their aid, In these unlawful arms: to all the counsel I denied my hand, and for King Henries Issue still will stand. Come let us straight from hence, From Framingham: Cheer your spirits. I'll to the Dukes at Cambridge, and discharge them all: Prosper me God in these affairs, I loved the Father well, I loved the Son, And for the Daughter I through death will run. Exeunt Omnes. I had forgotten: when we wear at counsel, He stole away, and went home to his house, And by much intreaty was won to return, In brief they all incline to Queen Marry My Lord farewell, each hastic hour: Will colder tidings cell. The Lady Jane most mighty Sovereign, Alyde to you in blood: for shes the Daughter of your Father's Sister. Marry the Queen of France: Charles Brandons Wife your Niece, your next of blood, except your sister, Deserves some pity, so does youthful Guilford. And you to proud vouchsafe? Oh base! I hope sheele no vouchsafe to take the Emperor's son to her deer mercy. What loud knaves that? Stay, lets know him first. Where all my Soldier ? what all gone, And left my Drum and colours without guard? Oh infilicitie of careful men! Yet will I fell my ho Our blood as deer, S ever did faithful subject to his Prince. A divine spirit teach your honours truth, Open your eyes of judgement to behold The true Legitimate, Marry your undoubted sovereign. You have advised well honourable Lords, So will the Citizens be wholly ours, and if the Dukes be cross, weel cross their powers. My Lord 'tis true, you sent unto the counsel for fresh supplies, what succour, what supplies? Happy is he can draw his neck out of the collar, and make his peace with Marry. My Lord of Winchester, still thirsts for . Vouchsafe! my Lord of Winchester, pray what? To marry with our Queen: mean you not so? I grant, your predecessors oft have sought Their Queen ne from France, And sometime to from Spain. But never could I hear that England yet Has been so base, to seek a King from either: 'Tis policy deer Queen, no love at all. And ere he land in England, I will offer My loyal breast for him to tread upon. Oh who so forward Wyat as thy self, To raise this troublesome Queen in this her Throne? Philip is a Spaniard, a proud Nation, Whom naturally our Country men abhor. Assist me gracious heavens, and you shall see What hate I bear unto their Slavery. I'll into Kenned, there muster up my friends, To save this Country, and this Realm defend. Sir George be ruled, Since we profess the Art of War, Let's not be hist at for our ignorance, He shall pass and repass, juggle the best he can, Led him into the Crai . Norry set forth Set forth thy brazen throat and call all Rochester About thee: do thy office, fill their Light heads with proclamations, do, Catch Fools with Lime-twigs dipped with pardons. But Sir George and good sir Harry Isley, If this Gallant open his mouth too wide, Powder the Varlet, Pistol him, fire the Roof that's over his mouth He craves the law of Arms, and he shall have't, Teach him our law, to cut's throat if he prate. If louder reach thy Proclamation, The Lord have mercy upon thee. A March! Norfolks Drum upon my life. I pray see what Drum it is. The word is given, arm, arm flies through the camp As loud, though not so full of dread thunder: For no men look pale, but every face, Is lifted up above his foremans head, And every Soldier does on stand, shaking a drawn sword in his threatening hand. Lords I yield, and easy conquest 'tis to win the field, After al's lost I am wounded, let me have a surgeon, that I may go unto my grau . 'Tis not the name of Traitor Paul's me, Nor plucks my weapon from my hand. Use me how you can, though you say Traitor, I am a Gentleman. Your dreadful shaking me, which I defy, Is a poor lose of life, I wish to die, Death spirit, no more then can my bed, Nor will I change one hair, losing this head. Oh God! is she a beg r, a forsaken Maid, that she hath need of grace from for ine princes? By Gods deer mother, Oh God p rdon swea e I, Me thinks she is a fair and lovely Prince, Her only beauty (were she of meam e birth) Able to make the greatest , I the great Emperor of the Cham, That hath mor under his Command, Then spanish Philip's Like to inherit towns, To come and lay his Sc pter at her feet, And to entreat her to vouchsafe the grace To take him and his Kingdom to her mercy. Pardon me Madam, he respect your more that your person? think of that. Hold Drum, stand Gentlemen, Give the word along: stand, stand: Masters, friends, Soldiers, and therefore Gentle men, I know some of you wear warm purses Linde with gold, to them I sp ke not, But to such lean knaves that cannot put up Crosses, thus I say, fight valiantly, And by the marry God, you that have all Your life time silver lacked, Shall now get Crowns, marry they must be cracked. Saint George for England, Wiat for poor Kenned, Blood lost in Countries Q arrell, is nobly spent. But it must needs be so, deer Country men, For Soldiers are the masters of wars mint, Blows are the stamps, they set upon with bullets, And broken pates are when the brains lies spilled: These light crowns, that with blood are double gilded, But thats not all, that your stout hearts shall earn, Stick to this glorious quarrel, and your names Shall stand in Chronicles ranked with King You f e your Country from base spanish thrall, From Ignominious slavery, Who can digest a Spaniard, that's a true English man? At whom, at whose Drum? Soft, he shall pay more for them. Sir Robert Rodston, bring our , To our , let all our archery, Fallen off in of shot a both sides of the van, To gall the first Horse of the enemy That shall come fiercely on: Our , bid that m to charge, charge my . What have we to do with the Lord P broke, where the Queens Lieutenant? Are you Lord Mayor? And what am I? Is your grace so short? Belike you come to make my death a sport. Then the end of Wy rising up, Ito was , Right willingly I yield my self to that, But so ry such, should have my place of birth. Had London kept his word, Wyat had ood, But now King Philip enters through my blood. I, I, do, blow thy self hence Exit. Harper Isoly, and Norry. Whoreson proved Herald, because he can give arms, he thinks to cut us off by the elbows. Masters and fellow Soldiers, say, will you leave old Tom Wiat? The sad aspect, this prison does , Jumps with the measure that my heart doth And this enclosure here, of nought but stone, Yields far mòre comfort then the stony hearts Of them that wronged their country, and their friend Here is no peri Counsellors to swear sacred oath, and that forswear the same, No innovators here, does harbour keep, A steadfast silence, does possess the place, In this the Tower is noble being base. Then her,S no entrance. No matter where, I hope for nothing, therefore nothing fear. Insult not too much, oreth' unfortunate, I have no Bishops Rochet to declare my innocen cy, This is my cross, that causeless I must suffer my heads lose. When that hour comes, wherein my blood is spilled, My cross will look as bright as yours twice gilded. thought better of a Counter item, His name was Harper, was it not? him go, Hence all for his sake shall stand, But for plain nine pence, throughout all the land. They come, no man give ground in these hight Can es, Be Englishmen and them to their faces. Exeunt