FOX

KNights, Gentlemen, and Yeomen, attend her Graces service; sheele abroad. Room there, back Beggars. Bonner commanded to the Martial sie. I hope it is no breach of duty, to conceal Our close affections, they are privileged, And I will keep them so, you have my service; If it may pleasure, so; if not, I care not: I'll mourn mine own sins, Take your Cloak and spare not. You have my heart, whilst I and honest ass, (For so I count all men of patience,) Have laden it with whole loads of businesses With jaunting on your errands, drudgt at home, With so strong diligence, that sleep could scarce Approach my eye lids for a sennights space: The honour of your Cellar lives in me, You scarce command a throat can gulp a health, You think I flatter, take good fellows words, And him whose merit claims pre-eminence, By their opinion, deal your recompense. Why sir, might she not bestow her love on me? She might, more fool she did not, but al's one All friends now, heeres my hand, my spleens down. Madam this world is changed. Change, and I did it were no heresy: These humours grapple with my honesty, But they are frantic fits, I let them pass. Why Cranwell, more then Fox? Now Fox devise to qualify Thy nature to thy name, These be mere Cannibals That take no pleasure but in sucking blood, And though unluckily it was thy chance, To fallen into their hands, yet be not thou (How ever outward grievances may urge) A traitor to thy Lady; smooth with these, That under colour to betray the Duchess, She may have safer liberty to pass. My Lords, I cannot readily discover Which way she's gone, by reason I have been Long in disgrace, and quite dismissed the house, But sure it is, she went disguised from hence, And 'tis not possible but she must lurk, Within some Haven town near to the coast. My Lords I think towards Dover, Or the Downs of Kenned. (A plague upon you,) I must answer, I. How ere my heart abhor this treachery, My Lord I will. Yes, I will follow, Though not further you, I trust this is a means ordained of Heaven, To bridle this bloodsuckers cruelty, But how now, what art thou. What else but get thee home unto thy house, Away be packing, since they have forgotten thee, Do not thou tarty to revive their memory. Where's M. Constable, have you made search In these suspicious houses. I know her, them, and all. Stand there attend there M. Constable, My M. Doctor Bonner in disguise, Stays at the gate, let me survey these parties. I know thee not. Peace fellow, now no fellows, thy Mistr. when In prosperity, turned me off, and therefore I will not Her in extremity. No sir, I will not, I come to look a Duchess, Woman be gone, I know thee not, thou a Doct, thou a dunce, Get thee gone, Cranwell I knew, he was my fellow servant, Thee I know not, thou art a paltry fellow, Away Goseling, take in your geese, Ship them at your pleasure, when the coast is clear, I my self will give you a watchword. Away, wheres the Constable. Heeres neither Cranwell, Sands, Duchess, nor Child, Go call in my Lord Bonner. My Lord. My Lord we had a wrong intelligence, But thus you shall surprise them, pass they cannot But by this way, now will we watch these passages, For now the tide's at height, if they intend To ship themselves, it must be presently, Place your self here, directly by this well, By you Cluny, here I mean to stand, Guard that place well, by me this shall be manned. Let him keep that way, that bears to landward, That way, I am sure they will not take, Go make a strong watch there. Look you stand sure Lord Bonner, for I hope, Anon you e need a bucket, and a rope. Stand, trust me and keep on, What ere you see shrink not, away begun, My Lord they come, they come, away, away. A rope for Bishop Bonner, Cluny run, Call help, a rope, or we are all undone. Soft Bonner, not too fast Here is no coming out till they be passed, My arms too short my Lord, a rope is coming. By this they are far enough, Well done my Master's, lends your hands, Draw Du out of the ditch. Draw, pull, help all, so, so, well done. What would you have me do, I saw them come ming, And I had not the power to stay my self. I'll after them my Lord. Sir, be not you dismayed, in brief these drums, And those that after these sad Music dance, Are none that wish you, nor the Duchess good, A Captain sent from England, and the bloodhound Cluny, With them the Duke of Brunswick, clad in arms, And at the least, ten Ensigns after him, These how ere they vizard their intents, With other colour, as to vex the Emperor, Yet their whole purpose, is to look for you, The gates, and walls, are every way beset, And through the Town, a privy search begun, And but you presently devise some means, To escape from hence, theyle take you in your lodging. You are so many of you, 'tis impossible, Beside the Duchess, she cannot remove. Nor I, had I ten thousand lives, Fox, and his sword, for that will be thy slave. Fox has no more sense then a batle-doore, If in his judgement, we already be not Delivered from the mischief of their hands. I'll back to them, and help you what I can. How now my Lord, o I am out of breath, In coming to you, yet I hope my hast, Is little for your purpose, they are coming, Stand on your guard, for this way they must pass, Ther's Bertie, Cranwell, Sands, with them the Duchess, It they, it they, o, I could tear my hair, To think we were so grossly overseen. Now for some pretty policy again, To led them forth the way, until the Duchess, May reach Poloniam, and deserve the prize, Fox play thy partly, some stratagem devise. These Hope's I'll cross, by cutting down the branch Whereon he builds this weak foundation. I, wherefore Cluny, to betray my Lady? So hateful Bonner, dived into the well, So fallen this damned Parator to hell, And now I'll help my Mistress to my power, Fox, come out a your hold, and take your Cozens partly Or I'll pull you out by the ears. Help, help, our Captains hered, raise the town. The Captain slain then Fox 'tis best to fly, And lest some sad mischance should second them, I will convey these Children to the Woods, That borders near at hand, o heaven I pray, Make this disastrous time a happy day. Cry within. Help, help, our Captains slain. That comfort Madam on my bent knee, Your servant Fox humbly presents your grace. Marry andt please your Majesty, it thus, This villainous rascal, followed to surprise my Lady, And being afraid to venture himself, set on one of Palsegra es Captains to do it, while he climbed Up into a tree and stood laughing, now sir, I cut the bow, And he fell down, and if you have not broke your neck, I would you had. Room for the Lords. And when Fox fails you, let him die in a ditch. What mean you by this wearing? I am sur My wits are worn as thin as a Paper-leaf: But 'tis the fairest end of Serving men, When we have spent the pleasure of our youth, Ene sweat it out with painful industry, To have such itching slaves to eat us out, Do you so light respect me? I as light Will make of you, and it come within my power Now Thomas? What will you do now, Thomas? Your Mistress has discharged you, and your coat, Though Which was as deer to you, as your skin, Thomas, It is pulled over your ears, what remedy: Has Fox never a hold to hide's head in these extremities Now I remember my Cozen Raynauld lives not far he To him I'll make repair, and feed on country poultr For a while, till I can cry Vindictam on this Duchess. Well what I'll do my thoughts not yet aprooue, Fox will prove true to trust, not false to love, If I fit you not, ere you come down, Say Fox is a Goose.