BONNER

Madam scorns live not with charity, My conscience is contentedly nt to bear this cross. Time flaters you awhile, heaven has a power, Can change the White to Sable in and hour, My wealthier thoughts, yet tell me I shall live, these scorns to quittance, your free heart to grieve, For time is rich in ransom, she may raise, the scorned and captived Bonner, beware those days. Good morrow to my Lord of Winchester How do you Like our air i'th Marshalseas, From that ith Tower? welcome toot my Lord. Would he not confess Which way his Lady Mistress was escaped? Fox. Where sits the wind, no news from Germane If those malicious fugitives be tayne, Our officers I fear, neglect their charge, Our Captain deals but coldly with the States. Drag them away there, hence away I say. O that that hour were come, the king on I, pray man, pray, that heaven would take Our good king Edward to yond happy land, He's sick, he's sick, heaven take the infant child For this cracked world his virtues are too mild: Is not this charitable, what sayest thou man? And princes Marry well, O how I long to hear his passing bell. Soft who comes here. Queen? is Edward dead? Who, who I beseech thee, guides the state? Good hold my back, this sudden blast of comfort Blows me up, where is my rival Ridley and the rest, They now shall fire for this. And office good my Lord may coin revenge With Justice stamp to pay our enemies. And if affection enifie my duty Let me respectless die without her favour. The good Lord Paget, welcome, pray, what news si ? Without affection of affinity. Then let our Suffolks Dowager expect Answer for her scorned taunts, she threw on me of late That hight spirit, fire and flax, Madam faggot stick, If she recant not I will faggot her, If all the wood in Middlesex can do , Or Londons Bishopric have means to pay fort I'll not niggard her bones and I do, arayne my charit My man, a trusty fellow Worthy employment in the Lollards tower, But here comes Bartie, welcome honest Cluny It was well done, and honest knave, I'll gratify thy love As I will quittance such malignant hates. A vengeance flatter you, Your courteous ear, wears daggers in your heart. They serve ind ed to guide the envious heart. In substance, but how in Religion? My good Lady your With e sir, she's not so. Your credit tut tut, she hangs upon the mercy of the Queen, But it will cast off her opinion. Let him go my Lords, you shall go speed him hence The way is broader unto our revenge, Which I have sworn to take upon that Dame, Whose scornful taunts did so deprave my fame. What says my good Chancellor to this suit. Follow him Cluny and when thou thinkest, The solemn farewell of ivorced lips, Hath partly this husband from his honoured wife, With some especial servants of the Queen Enter the Duchess house in Barbican, Take a true inventory of all her goods, Discharge her household, save a man or two. One Woman, and the Nurse that suckles her Child, And say you have commandment from the Queen To stay there till her highness further pleasure, That she shall walk the highway to the Tower, Be gone, perform thine Office carefully, And I will pay thy pains as liberally. Towards Kenned towards Kenned, post Cluine, run vil lain How starest thou? pack. Live in my bosom if thou bring him back, This Sands is Chaplain to yond scornful Duchess, And he has tayne this lesson from her brains, That house of sly devises, she's all wit, Nor shall I sleep until I ruin it. My Lord fit down, stand forth thou Ipocret. Cluny give evidence against this wretch, Hath set his hand to help a traitor hence. Slave, Villain, Dog, Have we not here the honest testimony Of mine own Parator, that saw him clothed In thy apparel, and darest thou deny it, Faggots, faggots, hence toth' stake with him. So, so, yar a cunning Knave, but sirrah, sirrah, This cannot serve your turn, you rescued him, And that by'th law is held as Capital, As if thy self Wertenberg guilty of the crime. Go too, he must fry fort, he, shall I say the woe Bonner that ere long will purge this land with bonfires, We come not with the Olive branch of Peace, But with the sword of Justice, these Hidraes-heads will Be flourishing, unless at once we giu`t a fatal stroke, Let them convert to ashes, let them burn, So shall the State be quiet how now, what news? What have you caught the Duchess. But we have all this while taine a wrong cour Shall we imagine being hunted thus: She would commit the safeguard of her life To common passage, where she was assured There would be diligent weight laid for her: No, she's more subtle, all the world, my Lord, Shall not persuade, but she's in England still, In Marget, Lee, or some such bordering town. Why brought you not that fellow to our presence? He shall have dispensation how he will, So he be trusty, and perform his word. Well if he come, your ear. Come hither sirrah, you did serve the Duchess, And 'tis no doubt but you can give us notice Which way she's fled, stand no upon nice terms As fearing to incur some deadly sin, But to ll us plainly which way she is gone. Nay thats not likely, soft, some News I hope. No better means then to renew our warrant, And send this fellow with it that does know her, Into what shape so ere she be transformed. It shall be so, I thank thee Pursyvant For thy good news, it glads me at the heart, I shall at length be even with this proud Duchess, At Lee in Essex, o 'tis excellent: But I will tell you how't shall be my Lord, Fox shall not go alone, Cluny and I Will bear him company, and withal, would, would, I cannot choose but laugh to tell the rest, As she's disguised to hide her from my flght, So will I be, to take her, in her slight, Is it not good, is it not rare my Lord, Nay is it not the best that ere you herd, When subtlety by fraud shall be debarred, I warrant you she's ours Cluny, Fox come hither, Provide you straight, Fox thou shalt go with me, Would, wilt thou not. Why now thou pleasest me, And I will richly recompense thy pains, But for we will not, our affairs at home, In the mean time be slacked, or intermitted, You my good Lords shall have a special care About it straight, Fox, Cluny, follow me, This is to Bonner chief felicity. What hast thou found them Fox? Stand by me Cluny, Fox, isle pay thee well, If by thy means we catch these miscreants, 'Twill be thy making Fox, M. Cunstable where will you stand. O I could watch hours, days, nights, months, year So I might see their hearts weep bloody tears. Help, help, for heavens sake help. Help, help, good Fox. O Fox o Cluny, o my Master's all, I am almost drowned, o led me to some fire. O Fox, what meanest thou to rush with such rude force. And are they passed. Thou tellest me a sad tale, Post Fox, run Cluny, hire a ark with speed, Goseling we were suspicious of thy faith, But by this message, thou hast cleared thy self, See Goseling, I am almost drowned. Tush we trifle time in their vain pursuit, Thou shalt have gold Fox; Cluny, thou reward, Help me to fire good Goseling, Fox away, We lose much expedition by thy stay. May all things prosper to thy hearts desire, Come Goseling, prithee led me to a fire. That throne do I interpret, is the stage Of horrid death, these wreathes of Gold, bright flames, That shall not only circle in their brows, But wind about their bodies, till they waste, And be converted to a heap of ashes, Me thinks this work of ours goes slowly forward, The air of England freezeth for defect Of burning Meteors, to keep it warm. Tut this is nothing, every town should blaze, And every street, in every town look read, With glowing sinders of the Miscreants: Till Like to Cockle, they were quite extinct, And nothing seen to flourish but pure Corn: The morning spends apace, where are these knaves, Appointed to bring Faggots for the fire, Wherein bold Latimer, and Ridley must expire. He have no disputations, bring them on. These are those self justifying Publicans, Away with them, conduct them to the fire. Fie, fie, spit at them, offer them no mercy. Which voice is that. I Cranmer, but more favour rests for thee, Because thou art converted from thine errors. Will Cranmer then turn, and return again. Thy recantation underneath thy hand, Is published, and wilt thou now contradict it. Jay lor pull down that scismatick, Lodge him within the dungeon, load his joints With Iron fetters, let him fast from meat, And have no comfort, but continual checks, dispatch, I say. You shall not need to urge our expedition, Lead them away, their Tragedy once ended, We will prepare attentive ears to hear, News of the Duchess landing prisoner. What have I done, you should revile me thus? Defend me Officers, shall I without Law, Be trod to death by the rude Multitude. Farewell, this course inconstant fortune keeps, While won one laughs, and other always weeps. Stay I have bethought me, I'll recant. Yes as thunder, she calm? as a baited Bear, I will oppose my disputation, Against a College of best discipline, Rather then with her brains, she sticks her I sts Like poisoned arrows, in our tender spleens: Thinking the sanctuary of her high birth To privilege her found presumption, Fie on you loitering knaves, Why make you not more hast, be gone, I say, And see the stake, and every thing be ready, See how I am still procrastinated, The Mayor of Oxford, means to dine I think, Before he bring the Prisoners to the stake, How now? where are they?