King Welcome Lord Bonneuet welcome Bishop What from our brother brings this Embassage Bonneuet Most faire cōmends great renowned Hen We in the person of our Lord and King Here of your highnesse doe intreate a League And to reedifie the former peace Held betwixt the Realmes of England and of France Of late disordred for some pettie wrongs And pray your Maiestie to stay your powers Alreadie leuied in low Burgandie Which to maintaine our oaths shall be ingadge And to confirme it with more surety He craues your faire consent vnto his loue And giue the Lady Mary for his Queene The second sister to your Royall selfe So may an heire springing from both your bloods Make both Realmes happie by a lasting league King Wee kindely doe receiue your Maisters loue And yet our grant stands stronge vnto his suit If that no following censure feeble it For we herein must take our Counsels aide But howsoeuer our answere shall be swift Meane time we grant you faire accesse to woe And winne her if you can to be his Queene Our selfe will second you Right welcome both Lord Cardinall these Lords shall be your Guests But let our Treasure wast to welcome them Banquet them how they will what cheere what sport Let them see Harry keepes a kingly Court VVolsie I shall my Soueraigne Ex. Wools Ki With draw a while our selues will follow ye Now will are you not deceiu'd in this Embassage You heard they came for aide against the Turke Will. Well then now I see there is loud lies told in London But al 's on for their comming 's to as much purpose as the other king And why I pray Wil. Why dost thou thinke thy sister such a foole to marrie such an old dies veneris he get her with Prince I when either I or the Cardinall prooue Pope and that will neuer be I hope King How knowest thou him to be old thou neuer sawest him VVill. No nor he me but I saw his picture with ner-a toothe the head out and all his beard as well fauoured as a white frost but it is no matter if he haue her he will dye shortly and then she may help to bury him Enter Ladyes 1 Lad. Runne Runne good Maddam call the Ladyes in Call for more Womens helpe the Queene is sicke 2 Lad For Gods loue goe backe againe and warme more clothes O let the wine be well burned I charge yee VVill I In any case or I cannot drinke it doost thou heare Harry what a coile they keepe I warrant these women will drinke thee vp more wine with their gossipping then was spent in all the Conduits at thy Coronation Enter Lady Mary and the Countes of Salisbury King T is no matter Will How now Ladies La Mary I beseech your grace command the foole forth of the pesence k. Away William you must be gone her 's womens matters in hand Willi Let them speake loe then I le not out of the roome sure Count Come come let 's thrust him out he 'le not sturre else Will: Thrust me nay and ye goe to thrusting I le thrust some of you downe I warrant ye King Nay goe good William VVill. I le out of their company Harry they will scratch worse then cats if they catch me therefore I le hence and leaue them God boy Ladyes do you heare Maddam Mary you had neede to be wary my newes is worth a white-cake you must play at tennis with old Saint Dennis and your maiden-heade must lye at the stake Exit King Ha ha the foole tels you true my gentle sister But to our businesse how fares my Queene How fares my Iane has she a sonne for me To raise againe our kingdomes soueraignty Lady Mary That yet rests doubtfull O my princely Lord Your poore distressed Queene lyes weake and sicke And be it sonne or daughter deere she buyes it Euen with her deerest life for one must dye All Womens helpe is past Then good my Leige Resolue it quickly if the Queene shall liue The Child must die or if it life recelues You must your hapeles Queene of life bereaue Ki. You peirce me with your newes run send for helpe Spend the reuenewes of my Crowne for aide To saue the life of my beloued Queene How hap't she is so ill attended on That we are put to this extremity To saue the Mother or the child to dye Countesse I beseech your grace resolue immediatly King Immediatly saist thou O t is no quicke resolue Can giue good verdit in so sad a choise To loose my Queene that is my some of blisse More vertuous than a thowsand Kingdomes be And should I lose my Sonne if Sonne it be That all my subiects to desire to see I loose the hope of this great Monarchy What shall I doe Lady Marie Remember the Queene my Lord King I not forget her Sister O poore soule But I forget thy paine and miserie Goe let the Childe die let the Mother liue Heauens powerfull hand may more children giue Away and comfort her with our reply Harry will haue his Queene though thowsands die I know no issue of her princely wombe Why then should I preferre 't before her life Exit La. Whose death ends all my hopefull loyes on earth God's will be done for suer it is his will For secret reasons to himselfe best knowne Perhaps he did mould forth a Sonne for me And seeing that sees all in his creation To be some impotent and coward spirit Vnlike the figure of his Royall Father Has thus decrede least he should blurre out fame As Whylome did the sixt king of my name Loose all his Father the first Henrie wonne I le thanke the Heauens for taking such a Sonne Whos 's within there Enter Compton My Lord king Goe Compton bid Lord Seimer come to me The honor'd Father of my wofull Queene Now now what newes L. Marie We did deliuer what your highnesse wild Which was no sooner by her grace receiud But with the sad report she seemd as dead Which causd vs stay after recourerie She sent vs backe t' intreate your Maiestie As euer you did take delight in her As you preferre the quiet of her soule That now is readie to forsake this life As you desire to haue the life of one She doth intreate your grace that she may dye Least both doth perish in this agonie For to behold the infant suffer death Were endlesse tortures made to stop her breath Then to my Lord quoth she thus gently say The child is faire the mother earth and clay King Sad messenger of woe oh my poore Queene Canst thou so soone consent to leaue this life So pretious to our soule so deere to all To yeeld the hopefull yssue of thy loines To raise our second comfort well be it so Ill be it so stay I reuoke my word But that you say helpes not for she must dye Yet if ye can saue both I le giue my crowne Nay all I haue and
When you see me You know me Or the famous Chronicle Historie of king Henry the eight with the birth and vertuous life of Edward Prince of Wales As it was playd by the high and mightie Prince of Wales his seruants By SAMVELL ROVVLY seruant to the Prince LONDON Imprinted for Nathaniell Butter and are to be sold in Paules Church-yeard neare Saint Austines gate 1605 When you see me You know me Enter the Cardinall with the Embassadours of Fraunce in all state and royaltie the Purse and Mace before him Woolsie GEntlemen giue leaue you great embassadors From Francis the most christian king of Fraunce My Lord of Paris and Lord Boneuet Welcome to England since the king your maistes Intreates our furtherance to aduance his peace Giuing vs titles of high dignitie As next elect to Romes Suprenacie Tell him we haue so wrought with English Henry Who as his right hand loues the Cardinall That vn-delaid you shal haue audience And this day will the king in person sit To heare your message and to answere it Boneuet Your grace hath done vs double curtesie For so much doth the king our maister long To haue an answer of this embassage As minutes are thought months till we returne Paris And that is the cause his highnesse moues your grace To quicke dispatch betwixt the king and him And for a quittance of your forwardnesse And hopefull kindnesse to the crowne of Fraunce Twelue reuerent Bishops are sent post to Rome Both from his highnesse and the Emperour To moue Campeus and the Cardinals For your election to the papall throne That Woolsies head may yeare the tripall Crowne Wool We thanke his highnesse for remembring vs And so salute my Lord the Emperour Both which if Woolsie be made Pope of Rome Shall be made famous through all Christendome How now Bonner Enter Bonner Bon. Sir William Cumpton from his highnesse comes To do a message to your excellence VVool. Delay him a while and tell him we are busie Meane time my Lords you shall with draw your selues Our priuate conference must not be knowne Let all your gentlemen in their best array Attend you brauely to king Henries court Where we in person presently will meete you And doubt not we le preuaile succesfully Bone But hath your grace yet moued his highnes sister For kind acceptance of our Soueraignes loue Wool I haue and by the kings meanes finisht it And yet it was a taske I tell yee Lords That might haue bene imposed to Hercules To win a Lady of her spirit and yeares To see her first loue cround with siluer haires As old king Lewes is that bedrid lyes Vnfit for loue or worldly vanities Bon. But t is is countries peace the king respects Wol. We thinke no lesse we haue fully wrought it The Emperours forces that were leuied To inuade the frontyres of loe Burgondy Are staid in Brabant by the kings commaund The Admirall Hayward that was lately sent With threescore saile of ships and pinnaces To Batter downe the townes in Normandy Is by our care for him cald home againe Then doubt not of a faire successefull end Since VVoolsie is esteemd your Soueraines friend Par. We thanke your excellence and take our leaues VVool. Hast ye to court lie meete ye presently Bone God morrow to your grace Exeunt VVol. God morrow Lords go cal Sir VVilliam Cumpton in We must haue narrow eyes and quicke conceit To looke into these dangerous stratagemes I will effect for Fraunce as they for me If Woolsie to the Popes high state attaine The league is kept or else here brea kt againe Enter Bonner and Cumpton Now good Sir William Cum. The king my Lord intreates your reuerent grace There may be had some priuate conference Betwixt his highnesse and your excellence Before he heare the French Embassadors And wils you hasten your repaire to him Wool We will attend his highnesse presently Bonner see all our traine be set in readinesse That in our state and pompe pontificiall We may passe on to grace king Henries court Cump. I haue a message from the Queene my Lord Who much commends humbly thanks your grace For your exceeding loue and zealous prayers By your directions through all England sent To inuocate for her sound prosperous helpe By heauens faire hand in child-bed passions Wool We thanke her highnesse that accepts our loue In all Cathedrall Churches through the land Are Masses Derges and Prosessions sung With prayers to heauen to blesse her Maiestie And send her ioy and quicke deliuery And so Sir William do my duty to her Queene Iane was euer kind and courteous And alwaies of her subiects honoured Cump. I take my leaue my Lord Exit Wol. Adew good knight wee le follow presantly Now Woolsie worke thy wittes like gaddes of steele And make them plyable to all impressions That King and Queene and all may honour thee So toild not Caesar in the state of Roome As Woolsie labours in the affaires of Kings As Hanniball with oyle did melt the Alpes To make a passage into Italie So must we beare our high pitcht Eminence To digge for glorie in the hearts of men Till we haue got the papall diadem And to this end haue I composd this plot And made a League betweene the French and vs And match their Aged King in holy Mariage With Ladie Mary Royall Henries sister That he in peace complotting with the Emperor May plead for vs within the Courts of Rome Wherefore was Alexanders fame so great But that he conquered and deposed Kings And where doth Woolsie faile to follow him That thus comman deth Kings and Emperors Great Englands Lord haue I so won with words That vnder culloure of aduising him I ouerrule both Counsell Court and King Let him command but we will execute Making our glorie to out-shine his fame Till we haue purchast an eternall name Enter Boner Now Boner are those proclamations sente As we directed to the Shriffes of London Of certaine new deuised Articles For ordering those brothelles called the Stewes Bon. They are readie my Lord and the Shrieue attends for them Wol. Dispatch him quickely and haste after me We must attend the Kings high Maiestie Sound Trumpets Enter King Harry the Eight Queene Iane bigge with Child the Cardinall Charles Brandon Duke of Suffolke Dudlit Graye Compton the Ladie Marie The Countesse of Salisburie attending on the Queene King Charles Brandon Dudly and my good Lord Gray Prepare your selues and be in readinesse To entertaine these French Embassadors Meete them before our royall Pallace Gate And so conduct them to our Maiestie We meane this day to giue them Audience Dud. Gray We will my Lord Brand. Le tone attend without And bring vs word when they are comming on King How now Queene Iane Mother of God my loue Thou wilt neuer be able to sit halfe this time Ladies I feare she le wake ye yer be long Me thinkes she beares her burthen verie heauily And yet good sister and
scarre him so he shall not tell where to rest him Patch But will he not be angry wil. No no for then I le shew my selfe and after he sees who t is he le lafe and be as merie as a magge pie and thow 't bee a mayd man by it for all the house shall see him hugge thee in his armes dandle thee vp and down with hand foot an thou wert a footebal Page O fine come cosen giue me the pynt first I le rore so lowd that I le make him beleeue that the diuels come Will: So doe and feare nothing for an thou wert the diuell himselfe he le coniure thee I warrant thee I would not haue such a coniuring for twentie crownes but whē he has made way I le mak him merry enough I doubt it not so so now cossen looke to your Coxecomb Page Boe. I le Mother of God what 's that Page Boe. King Out asse take that and tumble at my feete For thus I le spurne thee vp an downe the house Pach Helpe cossen helpe Will: No cossen now he 's coniuring I dare not come neere him king Who set this nat'rall heere to trouble me En Comp: Whos 's that stands laffing there the foole ha ha Where 's Comptō Mother a God I haue found his drift t is the craftiest old villaine in christendome marke good Sir William because the foole durst not come neere himselfe seeing our anger sent this sillie Asse that we might wreake our royall spleene on him whilest hee stāds laffing to behold the left by th blessed La Copton I le not leaue the foole to gaine a million he contents me so come hether Will Will. I le know whether ye haue donne knocking first my cosen pach looks pittifully ye had best bee friends with vs I can tell you wee le scare ye out of your skin els King Alas poore pach hold sirra ther 's an Angell to buy you points Wil. Law Cosin did not I say he 'le make much on ye Pach I cosin but has made such a singing in my head I cannot see where I am Will. All the better cosin and your head fall a singing your feete may fall a dauncing so saue charges to the piper King Wil Sommers prethee tell me why didst thou send him first VVil. Because I le haue him haue the first fruits of thy furie I knowe how the matter stood with the next that disturb'd thee therefore I kept i th rereward that if the battaile grew too hot I might run presently King But wherefore came ye Will. To make thee leaue thy mellancholly and turne merrie man againe thou hast made all the Court in such a pittifull case as passes the Lords has attended here this foure daies and none dares speake to thee but thou art readie to choppe of their heads sort and now I seeing what a fretting furie thou continuest in and euerie one said t wol'd kill thee if thou keepst it pulld eene vp my heart and vowd to loose my head but I le make thee leaue it Ling. Well William I am behoulding to ye Ye shall haue a new Coate and a cap for this Wil. Nay then I shall haue two new coats and cap pes for Charles Brandon promised mee one before to performe this enterprise King He shall keepe his word will goe call him in Call in the Lords tell them our spleene is calmbd Mother a God we must giue way to wrath That chafes our Royall blood with anger thus And vse some mirth I see to comfort vs Draw neere vs Lords Charles Brandon lift to me Will Sommers here must haue a Coate of you But Patch has earned it dearest wher 's the foole VVil. Hee s enne creeping as nere the doore as he can Hee le faine begon I see and he could get out Wouldest thou not cosin Pach Yes cosin VVil I ld faine be walking I am afraid I am not as I should be VVil. Come I le helpe thee out then dost thou heare my Lord Cardinall your foole is in a pittifull taking hee smells terriblie Wools: You are too craftie for him William King So is he Woolsey credit me Wil I thinke so my Lord as long as will liue the Cardinals foole must giue way to the kings foole K Well sir be quiet and my reuerent Lords I thanke you for your patient suffering We were disturbed in our thoughts we sweare We now intreat you speake and we will heare Wools. Then may it please your sacred Maiestie Campe. Legate to his holinesse Attends with letters from the Court of Rome King Let him draw neere wee le giue him Audience Dudley and Gray Attend the Cardinall And bring Campeu: to our presence here Dud. Gray We goe my Lord Enter Lords and Legats king Brandon and Seymer place your selues by vs To heare this message from his holinesse You reuerent princes pillers of the Church Legats Apostolicke how fares the Pope Campeus In health great King and from his sacred lips I bring a blessing Appostolicall To English Henrie and his subiects all And more to manifest his loue to thee The prop and piller of the Churches peace And gratifie thy loue made plaine to him In learned books gainst Luthers heresie He sends me thus to greet thy Maiestie VVith stile and titles of high dignitie Command the Heralds and the Trumpets forth Semer: Gentlemen dispatch and call them in VVill Lord blesse vs what 's here to doe now Campe, Receaue this Bull sent from his holinesse For confirmation of his dignitie To thee and to thy faire posteritie VVill T is well the Kings a widdower and he had put forth your Bull with his hornes forward I de haue mard your message I can tell ye K Peace wil Herralds attend him Campe: Trumpets prepare whilst we allowd prouounce This sacred message from his Holinesse And in his reuerent name I heare proclayme Henrie the Eight by the grace of God King of England France and Ireland And to this title from the Pope we giue Defender of the faith in peace to liue VVools Sound Trumpets and God saue the King K VVe thanke his holinesse for this princely fauour Receiuing it with thankes and reuerence In which whilst we haue life his grace shall see Our sword defender of the faith shal be Goe one of you salute the Maior of London Bid him with Herralds and with Trumpets sound Proclaime our Titles through his gouernment Goe Gray see it donne attend him fellowes Gray I goe my Lord Trumpets follow me Exit King What more Lord Legat doth his holinesse will Campe: That Henry Ioyning with the Christian Kings Of France and Spaine Denmarke and Portugale would send an Armic to assaile the Turke That now inuades with Warre the I le of Rhodes Or send twelue thowsand pound to be disposd As his holines thinkes best for their releife Wils: I thought so I knew t woold be a monnie matter when al 's done now th art defēder of
my honored Lords If this faire houre exceede not her expect And passe the callender of her accounts Shee will heare this Embassage Iane wilt thou nor Q Iane Yes my deere Lord I cannot leaue your sight So long as life retaines this Mantion In whose sweete lookes bright soueraigntyes in Thronde That make all Nations loue and honor thee Within thy frame sits Awfull Maiestie Wrethed in the curled furrowes of thy fronte Admird and feard euen of thine enemies To be with thee is my felicitie Not to behold the state of all the world Could winne thy Queene thy sicke vnwildie Queene To leaue her Chamber in this mothers state But sight of thee vnequall potent ate Kyng God a-mercie Iane reach me thy princely hand Thou art now a right woman goodly cheife of thy sex Me thinkes thou art a Queene suparlatiue Mother a God this is a womans glorie Like good September Vines loden with fruite How ill did they define the name of wemen Adding so soule a preposition To call it woe to man t is woe from man If woe it be and then who dus not know That weomen still from men receaue their woe Yes hey loue men for it but what 's their gaine Poore soules no more but trauaile for their paine Come loue thou art sad call Will Sommers in to Make her merrie where is the foole to day Dud. He was met my Leige they say at London Earely this morning with Doctor Skelton I le Hes neuer from him goe let a grome be sent And fetch him home my good Lord Cardinall Who are the cheife of these Embassadors Wool Lord Boneuet the French high Admirall And Iohn de Mazo reuerent Bishop of Paris King Let their welcome be thy care good Woolsie Wool It shall my Liege Enter Cumpton King Spare for no cost Compton what newes Cump. Embassadors my Liege King Inough go giue them entertainement Lords Charles Brandon hearst thou giue them courtesie Inough and state inough go conduct them Brand. I go my Lord Enter Will sommers booted and spurved blowing a horne King How now William what post post where haue you bene riding Will. Out of my way old Hary I am all on the spurre I can tell yee I haue tidings worth telling King Why where hast thou bin Wil. Marrie I rise early and ride post to London to know what newes was here at Court King Was that your neerest way William Will. O I the verie foote pathe but yet I rid the horse way to here it I warrant there is nere a Cundhead keeper in Londō but knowes what is done in all the Courts in Cristendome Wolsie And what is the best newes there William VVill. Good newes for you my Lord Cardinall for one of the old wemen Waterbearers told me for certain that last Friday all the belles in Rome Rang backward there was a thowsand Derges sung sixe hundred auemaries said euerie man washt his face in holy water the people crossing and blessing themselues to send them a new Pope for the old is gon to purgatory VVolsie Ha ha ha Will. Nay my Lord you 'd laugh if 't were so indeed for euery bodie thinks if the Pope were dead you gape for a benefice but this newes my Lord is cald too good to be true King But this newes came a pace Will that came from Rome to London since Friday last Will. For t was at Billings-gate by Satterday Morning t was a full Moone and it came vp in a spring tide Kin. Then you here of the Embassadors that are come Wills I I that was the cause of my ryding to know what they came for I was told it all at a Barbars King Ha ha what a fooles this Iane and what doe they say he comes for Will William Marry they say he comes to craue thy aide against the great Turk that vowes to ouerrunne all France within this fortnight he 's in a terrible rage belike they say the reason is his old god Mamet that was buried i th top on 's Church at Meca his Tombe fell downe and kilde a Sowe and seuen Pigges whereupon they thinke all swines flesh is new sanctified and now it is thought the Iewes wil fall to eating of porke extreamely after it king This is strang indeede but is this all Will. No there is other newes that was told me among the wemen at a backe house and that is this they say the great Bell in glassenberie Tor has told twise and that king Arthur and his Knights of the round Table that were buried in Armour are aliue again crying Saint Gorge for England and meane shortly to conquere Rome marrie this is thought to be but a morrall king The Embassadors are comming and heare William see that you be silent when you see them heare William I le be wise and say little I warrant thee and therefore till I see em come I le go talke with the Queene how dost thou lane sirra Harrie shee lookes verie bigge vpon me but I care not and shee bring thee a young Prince Will sommers may hap's be his foole whē you two are both dead and rotten Kin: Goe to William how now Iane what groning Gods me th' hast an Angrie soldiers frowne William I thinke to Harrie thou hast prest her often I am sure this two yeres she has seru'd vnder thy stādard Q lane Good faith my Lord I must intreat your grace That with your fauour I may leaue the presence I cannot stay to heare this Embassage king Gods holy mother Ladies leau her to her chāber Goe bid the Midwiues and the Nursses v. aight Make hole some fiers and take her from the Ayer Now Iane God bring me but a chopping boy Be but the Mother to a Prince of Wales Ad a ninth Henrie to the English Crowne And thou mak'st full my hopes faire Queene adew And may heauens helping hand our ioyes renew Comp: God make your Maiestie a happie Mother Dud: And helpe you in your weakest passions With zealous prayer we all will inuocate The powers deuine for your deliuerie Q lane We thanke you all and in faire enterchange We 'l pray for you now on my my humble knees I take my leaue of your high Maiestie God send your highnesse long and happie Raigne And blesse this kingdome and your subiects lyues And to your gratious heart all ioy restore I feare I shall neuer behold you more King Doe not thinke so faire Queene goe to thy bed Let not my loue be so discomforted Wil No no I warrāt thee Iane make hast dispatch this That thou maist haue another against next Christmas King Ladies attend her Countesse of Salisburie sister Mary VVho first brings word that Harrie hath a Son Shall be rewarded well Will, I I le bee his suertie but doe you heare wenches shee that brings the first tydings how soeuer it fall out lot her be sure to say the Child 's like the father or els shee shall haue nothing Enter Lords and Embassadors
Goe carry those bils we tooke to Baynards Castle And bid Charles Brandon to disguise himselfe And meet me presently at Grace Church Corner We will attempt to passe through all the watches And so I take 's will be an easie taske Therefore make haste Comp. I will my Liege King The watch-word if I chance to send to yee Is the great Stagge of Baydon so my name shall bee Comp. Inough wee le thinke on it Exit Kin. So now wee le forward soft yonder 's light I and a watch and all asleepe burlady These are good peaceable subiects here 's none Beckens to any all may passe in peace Ho sirrha Cob. Stand who goes there King good fellow Stands a hainous word the Kings High way you haue bene at Noddie I see Cob. I and the first card comes to my hand 's a Knaue King I am a Coatercard indeed Cob. Then thou must needs be a Knaue for art neither King nor Queene I am sure But whether goest thou King About a little businesse that I haue in hand Cob. Then good night prethy trouble me no longer King VVhy this is easie enough here 's passage at pleasure What wretch so wicked would not giue faire words After the foulest fact of Villainie That may escape vnseene so easily Or what should let him that is so resolu'd To murder rapine theft or sacriledge I see the Citie are the sleepie heads To do it and passe thus vnexamined Fond heedlesse men what bootes it for a King To toyle hithselfe in this high state affaires To summon Parhaments and call together The wisest heads of all his Prouinces Making statutes for his subiects peace That thus neglecting them their woes increase Well wee le further on soft here comes one I le stay and see how he escapes the watch Enter Blacke VVill Black VVill. So how I am got within the Cittie I am as safe as in a Sanctuarieat is a hard world when Blacke VVill for a venture of fiue pound must commit such pettie robberies at Mile-ende but the plaine truth is the Stewes from whence I had my quartaridgeas now growne too hote for me there 's some suspection of a murther lately done vpon two Marchants of the Stilliard which indeede as farre as some fiue or sixe stabs comes too I confesse I had a hand in But mum-budget all the Dogges in the towne must not barke at it I must withdraw awhile till the heate bee ore remooue my lodging and liue vpon darke nights and mistie mornings Now let me them see the strongest watch in London intercept my passage King Such a Fellow would I faine meete withall Well ouertaken syr Blacke VVill. Sblood come before me syr What a Dieull art thou King A man at least Black And art thou valiant King I carry a sword and a bucklerye see Black A sword and a buckler and know not me Not Blacke Will King No trust mee Blacke Will Slaue then thou art neither Traueller nor Purse-taker for I tell thee Blacke will is knowne and feared through the seuenteene Prouinces there 's not a sword and Buckler man in England nor Europe but has had a taste of my manhood I am tole-free in all Citties the Subburbs about them this is my Sconce my Castle my Cittadell and but King Harry God blesse his Maiestie I feare not the proudest King O ves some of his guard Blacke VVil. Let his guard eats beefe and be thankfull giue me a man wil couer himself with his buckler and not booge and the diuel come King Me thinkes thou wert better liue at Court as I doe King Harry loues a man I can tell ye Blacke Will Would thou and all the men hee keepes were hangde and ye loue not him then but I will not change my reuenues for all his guardes wages King Hast thou such store of liuing Blacke will Art thou a good fellow May I speake freely and wilt not tel the king on t King Keepe thine owne counsell and feare not For of my faith the King shall know no more for mee then thou telst him VVill. And I tell him any thing let him hang me but for thy selfe I thinke if a fat purse come i th way thou wouldest not refuse it Therefore leaue the Court and sharke with me I tell thee I am chiefe commander of all the Stewes there 's not a whoore shifts a smocke but by my priuiledge nor opens her shoppe before I haue my weekely tribute And to assure thee my valour carryes credite with it doe but walke with me through the streetes of London and let mee see the proudest watch disturbe vs King I shall be glad of your conduct syr Black Follow me then and I le tell thee more 1 Watch. Stand who goes there Blac. A good fellow come close regard them not 2. Watch. How shall wee know thee to be a good fellow Blacke VVill. My names Blacke Will 1. Watch. Oh God giue yee good night good Maister Blacke William 2. Watch. God boye sir God boye I am glad we are so well rid on him Will. Law sir you see here 's egresse enough Now follow me you shal see wee le haue regresse backe againe 1. Watch. Hoe comes there Cob. Come afore the Constable VVil What haue ye forgot me so soone t is I 2. VVatch. O t is M. Blacke VVilliam God blesse ye sir God blesse ye Black How likst thou now King Faith excellent but prethe tell me doest thou face the world with thy man-hood that thus they feare thee or art thou truely valiant Blacke VVill. Sfoote doest thou doubt of my man-hood Nay then defend your selfe I le giue you a try all presently betake yee to your tooles sir I le teach ye to stand vpon Intergatories King I am for ye there 's neere a man the King keepes shal refuse ye but tell mee wilt thou keepe the Kings Acte for fighting Blacke As ye please sir yet because th' art his man I le obserue it and neither thrust nore strike beneath the knee King I am pleasde haue at you sir They fight 1. Watch. Helpe neighbours O take ye to your browne Billes call vp the Constable here 's a peece of chance-meddle ready to be committed set on good-man Sprichall Cob. I le ferke them a both sides lye close neighbour Dormouse keepe the kings peace I charge ye helpe M. Constable Enter the Constable Con. Keepe the peace or strike them downe Black Sownes I am hurt hold I say 2. VVatch. Let them not passe nieghbours here 's bloodshed drawne vpon one of the Kings Officers Con. Take away their weapons and since you are so hot I le set you where you shall be coole enough Blacke Wil. Sownes the Moones a wayning harlot with the glimse of her light I lost his poynt mistooke my ward had neere brocht my blood else Con. pray sir what are you King I am the Kings man sir and of his Guard Con. More shame you should so much forget your selfe For
as I takte t is parcell of your oath As well to keepe his peace as guard his person And if a Constable be not present by You may as well as he his place supply And seeing yee so neglect your oath and dutie Goe bare them to the Counter presently There shal yee answere for these misdemeanors 2. Wat. Has broake my head syr and furthermore it bleeds Con. Away with them both they shall pay thee well ere they come forth I warrant thee Will. I beesech yee syr King Neuer intreat man we shall haue baile I doubt it not But maister Constable I hope you le doe me this fauour to let one of your watchmen goe of an arrant for me if I pay him Con. With all my heart syr here 's one shall goe King Hold thee good fellowe here 's an angell for thee goe thy way to Baynards Castle aske for one Brandon he serues the Duke of Suffolke and tell him his bedfellow or the great stagge of Baydon this night is clapteth Counter and bid him come speake with me Come Constable le ts goe syrrha make hast Exit Cob. I warrant you syr and this be all I de haue done it for halfe the mony well I must enquire for one Brandon and tell him the great stag of Baydon is eth Counter burlady I doubt they be both craftie knaues and this is some watch-word betweene them beth masse I doubt hee nere come well by his mony hee s so liberall well I le forward Enter Brandon and Compton Bron. Syr William are you sure it was at Graces-Church His Maiestie appointed we should meete him We haue bin there and mist him what thinke yee syr Comp. Good faith I know not His Highnesse is too vnterous bold my Lord I know he will forsake himselfe in this Opposing still against a world of oddes Bran. Good faith t is true but soft here comes one How now good fellow whether goest thou Cob. It lyes in my authoritie sir To aske you that question For I am one of the kings watch I can tell ye Co. Then perhaps thou canst tel vs some tydings Didst thou not see a good lustie tall bigge set man passe through your watch to night Cob. Yes sir there was such a man came to our watch to to night but none that past through for he behaued himselfe so that he was laid hold on quickly and now he is forth comming in the Counter Brandon And whether art thou going Cob. Faith sir has giuen me an Angel to doe an arrande for him at Baynards Castle to one Brandon that serues the Duke of Suffolke he sayes he is his Bed-fellow and I must tell him the great Stagge of Baydon is eth Counter Bran. If thine errande bee to Brandon I can saue thee a labour for I am the man thou lookst for wee haue beene seeking him almost all this night hold thee there 's an Angel for thy newes I le baile him I warrant thee Exit Cob. I thanke you sir but hee s not so soone baylde as you thinke for there 's two of the Kings watch has their heads broke and that must bee answered for but all 's won to mee let them shuffell as they will the Angels has flowne about to night and two guls are light into my handes and these I le keepe let him get out as he can Exit Enter the King in Prison King Hoe Porter whos 's without there Porter What 's the matter now will yee not goe to bed to night King No trust me t will be morning presently And I haue hope I shall be bailde ere then I prethe if thou canst entreate some of the prisoners to keepe me companie a paire of houres or so and wee le spend them ethe rouse of healthes and all shall be my cost Say wilt thou pleasure me Port. If that will pleasure ye sir ye shall not want for company here 's I now that can tend it they haue hunger and ease enough at all times King There 's a couple of Gentlemen in the next roome I prethe let them come in and ther 's an Harry Soueraigne for thee Port. I thanke you sir I am as much beholding to you as to King Harry for it Exit King I I assure thee thou art Well M. Constable you haue made the Counter This night the royall Court of Englands King And by my crowne I sweare I would not for A thousand pound t' ware otherwise The Officers in Citties now I see Are like an Orchard set with seuerall Trees Where one must cherish one rebuke the other And in this wretched Counters I perceiue Mony playes fast and loose purchaces fauour And without that nought but miserie A poore Gentleman hath made complaint to mee I am vndone quoth he and kept in prison For one of your fellows that serues the King Being bound for him and he neglecting me Hath brought mee to this woe and miserie Another Cittizen there is complaines Of one belonging to the Cardinall That in his Maisters name hath taken vp Commodities valued at a thousand pound The paiment being deferde hath causde him break And so is quite vndone Thus kings Lords I see Are oft abusde by seruants treacherie Enter the prisoners But whist a whyle here comes my fellow prisoners 1. Prisoner Where 's this bullie Grig this lad of life that will scowre the counter with right renish to night Oh Sir you are welcome King I thanke ye syr nay wee le be as great as our word I assure yee Heere Porter ther 's mony fetch wine I prethe Gentlemen you cannot bee merry in this melancholy place but here 's a Lad has his heart as light as his purse Sirra thou art some mad slaue I thinke a reguler companion won that that vses to walke a nights or so Art thou not 1. Pri. Harke ethen eare th art a good fellow King I am right borne I assure thee 1. Pri. King Harry loues a man and thou a woman Shall I teach thee some wit And tell thee why I met thee here I went and set my limbe-twigs and I thinke I got some hundred pound By a crooked measure at Coome Parke And now seeing there was watch layde And much search for suspitious persons I got won as honest as my selfe to arrest me By a contrary name and lay me eth counter And here I know thay le nere seeke me And so when the heats ore I am at libertie And meane to spend my crownes lustily How likst thou this my Bullie King An excellent pollicie 1. Pri. But mum no words vse it for your self or so King O syr feare it not be merry Gentlemen Is not this wine come yet Gods me forget our chiefe geâ—st where 's my sword and buckler-man where 's Blacke will how now man melancholy let not a little wipe make vs enemies clap hands and be friends Will. My bloods vp still King When t is at highest t will fall againe come handes hands Blacke Wil. I le shake hands with
knaues for your fooles are harmelesse Queen Wel sed Wil thou louest thy maisters credit I know Will. I Kate as well as any Courtier he keepes I had rather hee should haue the poores prayers then the Popes Queene Faith I am of thy mind Will I thinke so too King Take heed what yee say Kate what a Lutheran Wol. T is Heresie faire Queene to thinke such thoughts Queene And much vncharity to wrong the poore Will. VVell and when the Pope is at best hee is but Saint Peters debutie but the poore present Christ and therefore should be something better regarded King Goe too foole Wol. Syrrha you le be whipt for this Will. Would the King wood whip thee and all the Popes whelpes out of England once for betweene yee yee haue rackt and puld it so we shal be all poore shortly you haue had foure hundred threescore pound within this three yeare for smoakepence you haue smoakte it yfaith dost heare Harry next time they gather them let them take the chimnies and leaue the coyne behind them wee haue clay enough to make bricke though we want siluer mines to make mony King VVell William your tongue is priuiledgde VVol. But my good Liege I feare there 's shroder heads Although kept close has set this foole a worke Thus to exstirpe against his holinesse VVill. Doe not you thinke so my Lord nor stomake no bodie about it yee know what the old Prouerbe saies therefore be patient great quarrellers small credit winnes VVhen fooles set stooles and wise men breake their shinnes therefore thinke not on it for I le sit downe by thee Kate and say nothing for here comes one to be examined Enter Compton and Rookesbie King O syr you 're welcome Is your name 〈◊〉 Rookes. your poore seruant is so calde my Lord King Our seruant we geffe yee by the cloath yee weare but for Your pouertie t is doubtful your credit is so good Le ts see what 's the mans name ha Hopkins doe you know the man Rookesby Hopkins No my Lord King Had you neuer no dealings with such a man Rookes. No if it like your Maiestie King No if it like our Maiestie saucie varlet It likes not our Maiestie thou shouldst say no It likes vs not thou lyest for that we know You know him not but he too well knowes you And lyes imprisoned slaue for what 's thy due Rookes. Sure some enuious man hath misinformd King Darst thou denie it still out-facing knaue Mother a God I le hang thee presently Sirra ye lie and though ye weare the kings cloath Yet we dare tell ye so before the king Slaue thou doest know him He here complaines he is vndone by thee And the kings man hath causde his miserie Yet you le out-face it still denie forsweare and lie sir ha Wil. Not a word more if thou louest thy life vnlesse thou 't confesse all and speake faire Rookes. I doe beseech your Grace K. Out periurde knaue what doest thou serue the King And darste thou thus abuse our Maiestie And wrong my subiects by thy trecherie Thinkst thou false theefe thou shalt be priuiledged Because th art my man to hurt my people Villaine those that guard me shal regard mine honour Put off that coate of proofe that strong securitie Vnder which ye march like a halbertere Passing through purgatorie and none dare strike A Seriants mace must not presume to touch Your sacred shoulders with the kings owne writ Gods deere Lady does the cloath ye weare Such priuiledge and strong preuention beare Ha i st Rookesby Rookes. My royall Lord Enter a Messenger in haste King Take that and know your time to tell your Message Sirra I am busie Will. So there 's one seru'd I thinke you would take two more with all your heart so you were well rid on him Rookes. Your pardon good my Liege King Ha pardon thees I tell thee did it touch thy life in ought more then mine owne displeasure not the world should purchase it vilde Catiffe hadst thou neglected this thy dutie to our persons danger Hadst thou thy selfe against me ought attempted I might bee sooner wonne to pardon thee then for a subiects hatefull iniurie Queene Let me entreat your Grace to pardon him King Away Kate speake not for him Out of my lenitie I let him liue Discharge him from my cloath and countenance To the Counter to redeeme his creditor Where he shall satisfie the vtmost mite Of any debt default or hindrance I le keepe no man to blurre my credite so My cloth shall not pay what my seruants owe Away with him Exit Now my Lord Cardinal speakes not your paper so Car. Yes my good Lord your Grace hath showne a patterne to draw forth mine by I assure your Highnesse The punishment inflicted on your man Is ment for mine seruants that beares such mindes Their Maisters thus but serues them in their kindes King Where 's this fellow now that brings this newes Will. He is gone with a flea in his eare But has left his Message behind with my Lord Dudley here King And what 's the newes Dudlye Duke Brandon my Liege King Oh hee s returnde from France And who comes with him Dudlye His royall wife my Lord King Ha royall wife whos 's that Dud. Your Highnesse sister the late Q. of France Kin Our sister Q. his wife who gaue him her Gra. T is sed they were maried at Doner my liege King I were better he had nere seen the Towne Dares any Subiect mixe his blood with ours without our leave Enter Brandon and Mary Dudly He comes himself my Liege to answere it Bran. Health to my Soueraigne Kin. And our brother king your Message is before ye sir off with his head Bran. I beseech your Grace giue me leaue King Nay you haue taken leaue away with him bid the Captaine of our Guard conuey him to the Tower Bran. Heare me my Lord Audatious Brandon thinkst thou excuse shall serue Lady Mary Right gracious Lord King Go too your prayers will scarce saue your selfe Durst ye contract your selfe without our knowledge Hence with that hare-braine Duke to the Tower I say And beare our carelesse sister to the Fleete I know syr you broke a Launce for her And brauely did vnhorse the Challengers Yet was there no such prize set on her head That you without our leaue should marry her Queen Oh my Lord let me intreat for them King Tut Kate though thus I seeme A while to threaten them I meane not to disgrace my sister so A way with them What say ye Lords Is he not worthy death for his misdeed Bon Gar. Vnlesse your Grace shall please to pardon him King He deserues it then Bon Gar. He does my Liege King You are knaues and fooles and ye flatter me Gods holy Mother I le not haue him hurt for all your heads Deare Brandon I imbrace thee in mine armes Kind sister I loue you both so well I cannot dart
another angry frowne To gaine a kingdom here take him Marie I hold the happier in this English choyce Then to be Q. of France Charles loue her well And tell on Brandon what 's the newes in France Bran. The league is broke betwixt the Emperor And the yong king of France Forces are mustring On ether part my Lord for horse and foote Hot variance is expected speedily The Emperor is marching now to Landersey There to inuade the townes of Burgondie King God and S. George wee le meet his Maiesty And strike a league of Christian amitie Lord Cardinall you shall to France with speed And in our name salute the Emperor Wee le giue direction for your Embassage The next faire wind shall make vs France to greet Where Charles the Emperor and king shall meete Exit Omnes Enter Cranmar Doctor Tye and young Browne meets them with the Princes cloake and hat Cran. How now yong Browne what haue you there Brown The Princes cloake and hat my Lord Cran. Where is his Grace Browne At Tennis with the Marquesse Dorset Cran. You and the Marquesse draw the Princes mind To follow pleasure neglect his booke For which the King blames vs But credite me You shall be soundly paide immediately Brow I pray ye good my I I le goe call the Prince away Crā. Nay now ye shal not whos 's within there ho Seruant My Lord Cran. Goe beare this yongster to the Chappel straite And bid the M. of the Children whippe him well The Prince will not learne sir and you shall smart for it Bro. O good my L. I le make him ply his booke to morrow Cran. That shall not serue your turne away I say Exit So sir this pollicie was well deuisde Since he was whipt thus for the Princes faults His Grace hath got more knowledge in a month Than he attained in a yeere before For still the fearefull boy to saue his breech Doth hourely haunt him whereso ere he goes Tye. T is true my Lord and now the Prince perceiues it As loath to see him punisht for his faults Plays it of purpose to redeeme the boy But pray my Lord le ts stand aside awhile And note the greeting twixt the Prince and him Cra. See where the boy comes and the Kings Foole with him Le ts not be seene but list their conference Will. Nay boy and ye crie you le spoyle your eye sight come come trusse vp your hose you must hold fast your winde both before and behinde and blow your nose Browne For what Foole Will. Why for the mote in thine eye is there not won in 't wherefore dost thou crie else Br. I prethy Will go cal the Prince from the Tenniscourt Will. Dost thou cry for that nay then I smell a Ratte the Prince has playd the Trewant to day and his Tutors has drawne blood of thy buttocks for t why boy t is honourable to be whipt for a Prince Bro. I would he would either leaue the Tenniscourt and ply his Booke or giue me leaue to be no Courtier Will. I for I le be sworne thy breech lyes i th Hassard about it but looke litle Ned yonder he comes Enter the Prince and the young Marquesse with their Rackets diuers attending Marq. Some Rubbers for the Prince Seruant Here my good Lord Prince One take our Rackets and reach my Cloake By my faith Marques you are too hard for me Ma. Your Grace will say so though ye ouer match me Pr. Why how now Browne what 's the matter Bro. Your Grace loyters and will not ply your booke and your Tutors has whipt me for it Pr. Alas poore Ned I am sorrie for it I 'le take the more paynes and intreat my Tutors for thee yet in troth the lectors they read me last night out of Virgill and Ovid I am perfect in onely I confesse I am something behinde in my Greeke Authors Wil. And for that speech they haue declynde it vpon his breech Prin. And for my logicke thou shalt witnesse thy selfe I am perfect for nowe will I proue that though thou wert whipt for me yet this whipping was good for thee Mar. I le hardly beleeue you my Lord though Ramus himselfe should proue it well probe Pr. Marke my Probleme Bona virga facit bonum puerum Bonum est te esse bonum puerum Ergo bona vorga res bona est And that 's this Ned A good rodde makes a good boy t' is good that thou shouldst be a good boy ergo therefore a good rodis good Wil. Nay berladie the better the rodde is it 's the worse for him that 's certaine but do'st heare me boy since hee can prooue a rodde to bee so good let him tak 't himselfe next time Prin. In trueth I pittie thee and inwardly I feele the stripes thou barest and for thy sake Ned I le pile my booke the fastor in the meane time thou shalt not say but the Prince of Wales will honourably reward thy seruice come Browne kneele downe Wil. What wilt thou knight him Ned Pr. I will my father ha's knighted many a one that neuer shedde drop of blood for him but hee ha's often for mee Wil. O braue hee lookes like the myrrour of knighthood already Enter Crumpt Cleere the presence Gentlemen the King is comming Pr. The King gods me reach me my booke call my Tutors in come Browne I le confirme thy knighthood afore the King Enter the King Mar. Here bee your Tutors my Lorde and yonder the King comes Pri. Health to your Maiestie King Godamercy Ned I at your booke so hard t' is well t' is well now Bishop Cranmar and good doctor Tye I was going to the gallory and thought to haue had your Scholler with me but seeing you 'r so busie I le not trouble him come on Wil come goe you along with me what make you among the schollers here Wil. I come to learne my quy que quod to keepe mee from the rod marre here 's one was whipt in pudding time for he ha's gotten a knighthood about it looke old Harry doe's he not looke more furious then he was wont King Who Wil young Browne Gods Mary mother his father is a gallant Knight as any these south partes of England holds Wil. He cannot compare with his sonne tho if hee were right donsal delphebus or the very knight of the Sunne himselfe yet this knight shall vnhorse him King When was he made a knight Wil Wil. Marry i the last action I can assure you there was hot seruice and some on vm came so neere him they had like to smelt on t but when all was done the poore gentleman was pittifuly wounded in the back partes as may appeare by the scarre if his knightship would but vntrusse there King But who knighted him William Wil. That did Ned here and he has earnd it too for I am sure this two yeere he has bin lasht for his learning King Ha how come hither Ned is this true Pr.
would your Grace a while be patient In Musickes praise thus will I better it Musicke is heauenly for in Heauen is Musicke For there the Seraphins doe sing continually And when the best was borne that euer was man A Quire of Angels sang for joy of it What of Celestiall was reueald to man Was much of Musicke t is sayd the beasts did worship And sang before the Deitie supernall The kingly Prophet sang before the Arke And with his Musicke charmd the heart of Saule And if the Poet sayle vs not my Lord The dulcet tongue of Musicke made the stones To mooue irrationall beast and birds to daunce And last the Trumpets Musicke shall awake the dead And cloath their naked bones in coates of flesh T' appeare in that high house of Parliament When those that gnash their Teeth at Musicke sound Shall make that place where Musicke nere was found Pr. Thou giuest it perfect life skilfull Doctor I thanke thee for the honour'd praise thou giuest it I pray thee le ts heare it too Tye. T is readie for your Grace giue breath to your loude tun'd instruments Loude Musicke Pr. T is well me thinkes in this sound I prooue a comepleat age As Musicke so is man gouern'd by stops Aw'd by diuiding notes sometimes aloft Sometime below and when he hath attain'd His high and loftie pitch breathed his sharpest and most Shrillest ayre yet at length t is gone And fals downe flat to his conclusion Soft Musicke Another sweetnesse and harmonious sound A milder straine another kinde agreement Yet mong'st these many stringes be one vntun'd Or jarreth low or hyer than his course Not keeping steddie meane among'st the rest Corrupts them all so doth bad men the best Tye. Inough let voyces now delight his princely care A Song Pr. Doctor I thanke you and commend your cunning I est haue heard my Father merrily speake In your hye praise and thus his Highnesse sayth England one God one truth one Doctor hath For Musicks Art and that is Doctor Tye Admir'rd for skill in Musickes harmonie Tye. Your Grace doth honor me with kind acceptance Yet one thing more I doe beseech your Excellence To daine to Patronize this homely worke Which I vnto your Grace haue dedicate Pr. What is the Title Tye. The Acts of the holy Apostles turn'd into verse Which I haue set in seuerall parts to sing Worthy Acts and worthily in you remembred I le peruse them and satisfie your paines And haue them sung within my fathers Chappell I thanke yee both Now I le craue leaue a while To be a little idle pray let our lingguistes French and Italians to morrow morne be ready I must confer with them or I shall leese My little practise so God-den good Tutors Exit Cran. Health to your Highnesse God increase your dayes The hope of England and of learnings praise Enter Bonner and Gardiner reading Bon. What haue yee here my Lord of Winchester Gard. Heriticall and damned heresies Precepts that Crammers wisdome taught the Prince The Pope and we are held as heritickes What thinkst thou Bonner of this wouering age Bon. As Sea-men do of stormes yet hope for faire wether Berlady Gardiner we must looke about The Protestants begin to gather head Luther hath sowne well and Englands ground Is fatte and fertile to increase his seed Here 's loftie plants what bishops and Prelats I nobilitie temporall but we shall temper all At the returne of our high Cardinall Gar. Bonner t is true but in meane time we must Preuent this ranckor that now swels so big That it must out or breake they have a dangerous head And much I feare Bon. What not the King I hope Gard. T is doubtfull he will bend but sure Queene Katherens a strong Lutheran hard yee not How in presence of the King and Cardinall She did exsterp against his Holinesse Bon. But had our English Cardinall once attaind The high possession of Saint Peters Chaire Heed barre some toungs than now haue scope too much T is he must doo 't Gardiner t is a perilous thing Queene Katherin can do much with Englands King Gard. I Bonner that 's the summe of all There must be no Queene or the Abbies fall Bon. See where she comes with the Kings Sister And from the Princes lodging le ts salute her Gard. God morrow to your Maiestie Quee. God morrow to my reuerent Lords of London and of Winchester saw yee the King to day Bon. His Highnesse was not yet abroade this morning But here we will attend his excellence Quee. Come sister wee le go see his Maiestie La. Ma We will attend yee Maddam Quee. Gentlemen set forward God morrow Lords Gard. Ill morrow must it be to you or vs Conspirators gainst men religious Bonner these Lutherans do conspire I see And scoffe the Pope and his supremacie Bon. Le ts strike in time then and incense the King And sodainly their stares to ruine bring The Trumpets sounds it seemes the Queene is comming Wee le watch and take aduantage cunningly Enter the King Queene Lady Mary Brandon Semer Gray and Dudley King Where 's Brandon Bran. My Leedge King Come hether Kate Bran. Did your grace call Kin. I le speake we anon I le speake we anon Come Kate le ts walke a little whos 's there my Lords of London and of Winchester welcome welcome by this your maister the Cardinall I troe has parted with the Emperour set a league betweene the French and him Mother of God I would our selfe in person had beene there But Wolseys diligence we neede not feare Ha think yee he will not Gard. No doubt he will my Lord King I Gardner t will be his best pollicie Their friendship must aduance his dignitie If ere he get the Papall gouernance Dud. And that will neuer be I hope Sem. T were pittie it should Gray Hee 's proud enough already Kin. Haw what 's that yee talke there Bran. They say my Lord hee 's gone with such a traine As if he should be elected presently King Fore-god t is a gallant Priest come hether Charles prithee let me leane a thy shoulder by Saint George Kate I grow stiffe me thinkes Quee. Wil t please your Highnesse sit and rest your selfe King No no Kate I le walke still Brandon shall stay mine arme I me fat and pursie and t will get me a stomack Sawst the Prince to day Kate Quee. I my good Lord King God bless him and make him fortunate I tell yee Lords the hope that England hath is now in him fore-god I thinke old Harry must leaue yee shortly well Gods will be done heerle be old shuffling then ha will there not well you say nothing pray God there be not I like not this difference in religion I Gods deere Lady and I liue but seauen yeere longer wee le take order throughly Bon. We heare that Luther out of Germanie Hath with a booke vnto your Maiestie Wherein he much repents his former deeds Crauing your Highnesse pardon
not for without comuting you could never do it But I pray you my Lord call vppon Mor dieu no longer but speake plaine English you have deceived the king in French and Latine long enough a conscience King Is his wine turned into gold Wil Wool: The foole mistakes my gratious Soveraigne Wil. I I my Lord ne're set your wit to the fooles Wil Summers will be secret now and say nothing if I would be a blabbe of my tongue I could tell the King how many barrells full of gold and silver there was sixe times filled with plate and jewells twentie great truncks with Crosses Crosiers Copes Miters Maces golden Crucifixes besides the foure hundreth and twelve thousand pound that poore Chimneys paid for Peeter pence But this is nothing for when you are Pope you may pardon your selfe for more knavery then this comes to King Go too foole you wrong the Cardinall But grieve not Woolsey William will be bold I pray you set on to meete the Emperour The Maior and Citizens are gone before The Prince of Wales shall follow presently And with our George and coller of estate Present him with the order of the Garter Great Maximilian his progenitour Vpon his breast did weare the English Crosse And vnderneath our Standerd marcht in armes Receiving pay for all his warlike hoste And Charles with knighthood shall be honored Beginne Lord Cardinall greete his Maiestie And we our selfe will follow presently Wol. I go my Soveraigne Wil Faire weather after yee Well and ere he come to be Pope I shall bee plung'd for this Queene William you have angred the Cardinall I can tell you King T' is no matter Kate I le anger him worse are long Though for a while I smooth it to his face I did suspect what heere the foole hath found He keepes forsooth a high Court Legantine Taxing our subiects gathering summes of gold Which he belike hath hid to make him Pope A Gods name let him that shall be our owne But to our businesse come Queene Katherin You shall with vs to meete the Emperour Let all your Ladies be in readinesse Go let our guard attend the Prince of Wales Vpon our selfe the Lords and Pentioners Shall give attendance in their best array Sound Let all estates be ready come faire Kate The Emperour shall see our English state Sound Enter Emperour Cardinall Mayor and Gentlemen Wool: Your Maiesty is welcome into England The king our Master will reioyce to see Great Charles the royall Emperours Maiesty Empe: We thank your paines my good L. Cardinall And much our longing eyes desires to see Our kingly vnckle and his princely sonne And therefore when you please I pray set on Wool: On gentlemen and meete the Prince of Wales That comes forerunner to his royall father To entertaine the Christian Emperour Meane while your Maiesty may heere behold This warlike kingdome faire Metropolis The Citty London and the river Thames And note the scituation of the place Empe: We do my Lord and count it admirable But see Lord Admirall the Prince is comming Sound Enter the Prince with a Herald before him bearing the Coller and garter the guard and Lords attending Emp: Well met yong coosen Prin: I kisse your highnesse hand And bid you welcome to my fathers lands I shall not neede inferre comparisons Welcome beyond compare for so your excellencie Hath honoured England in containing you As with all princely pompe and state we can Wee le entertaine great Charles the Austrian And first in signe of honour to your grace I heere present this collar of estate This golden garter of the knighthoods order An honour to renowne the Emperour Thus as my father hath commanded me I entertaine your royall Maiestie Emp: True honoured off-spring of a famous King Thou dost amaze me and doost make me wish I were a second sonne to England Lord In interchange of my imperiall seate To live with thee faire hope of Maiestie So well our welcome we accept of thee And with such princely spirit pronounce the word Thy fathers state can no more state afford Prince Yes my good Lord in him there 's Maiesty In me there 's love with tender infancie Sound trum. Wool: The trumpets found my Lord the King is comming Prince Go all of you attend his royall person Whilst we observe the Emperours Maiesty Sound Enter the Heralds first then the Trumpets next the guard then Mace-bearer and swords then the Cardinall then Branden then the King after him the Queene Lady Mary and Ladies attending King Hold stand I say Bran: Stand gentlemen Wool: Cease those trumpets there King Is the Emperour yet come in sight of vs Wool: His Maiestie is hard at hand my Lord King Then Branden sheathe our Sword and beare our Maces downe In honour of my Lord the Emperour Forward againe Bran: On Gentlemen afore sound trumpets and set forwards Prince Behold my father gratious Emperour Empe: Wee le meete him Coosen Vnckle of England King of France and Ireland defender of the antient Christian faith With greater ioy I do embrace thy breast Then when the seaven Electors crowned me Great Emperour of the Christian Monarchy King Great Charles the first Emperour of Almayne King of the Romans Semper Augustus warlike king of Spaine and Cicily both Naples Navar and Arragon king of Creete and great lerusalem Arch-duke of Austria Duke of Millaine Brabant Burgundy Tyrrell and Flanders with this great title I embrace thy breast And how thy sight doth please suppose the rest Sound trumpets while my faire Queene Katerne Gives entertainment to the Emperour Sound Welcome againe to England princely Coosen We dwell heere but in an outward continent Where winters ice-ickles hangs on our beards Bordring vpon the frozen Orcades Our mother-point compast with the Artike sea Where raging Boreas styes from winters mouth Yet are our bloods as hote as where the Sun doth rise We have no golden mines to leade you to But hearts of proofe and what we speake wee le do Emp: We thanke you Vnckle now must chide you If we be welcome to your Country Why is the antient league now broke betwixt vs Why have your Heralds in the French kings cause Breathed defiance gainst our dignity When face to face we met at Landersey King My Heroalds to desire your Maiestie Your grace mistakes we sent Ambassadors To treate a peace betweene the French and you Not to defie you as an enemy Emp: Yet Vnckle in king Henries name he came And boldly to our face did give the same Card: Hell stop that fatall boding Emperors throte That sings against vs this dismall Ravens note King Mother of God if this be true we see There are more kings in England now then wee Where 's Cardinall Woolsey Heard you this newes in France Wool: I did my Liege and by my meanes t was done I le not deny it I had Commission To ioyne a league betweene the French and him Which he withstanding as an enemie I did