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
writ a booke against his Maiestie For taking part with proud Pope Iulius Which being spred by him through Christendome Hath thus incenst his royall maiestie Wool Tush I haue newes my Lord to salue that sore And make the king more feard through christendome Then euer was his famous auncestors Nor can base Luther with his heresies Backt by the proudest germaine potentate Heretically blurre king Henries fame For honour that he did Pope Iulius Who in high fauour of his Maiestie Hath sent Campeus with a bull from Rome To adde vnto his title this high stile That he and his faire posteritie Proclaimd defenders of the faith shall be For which intent the holy Cardinals come As Legats from the Emperiall court of Rome Gr. This newes my Lord may somthing ease his mind T were good your grace would go and visit him Wool I will and doubt not but to please him well Seym. So I am glad he 's in and the king be no better pleased then he was at our last parting he le make him repent his saucinesse Brand. How now old William how chance you go not to the king and comfort him Will. No birlady my Lord I was with him too lately already his fist is too heauie for a foole to stand vnder I went to him last night after you had left him seeing him chase so at Charles here to make him merry and he gaue me such a boxe on the eare that stroke me cleane through three chambers downe foure paire of staires fell ore fiue barrels into the bottome of the seller and if I had not well lickard my selfe there I had neuer liu'd after it Bran. Faith Will I le giue thee a veluet coate and thou canst but make him merry Will. Will ye my Lord and I le venter another boxe on the eare but I le do it Enter Cumpton Cum. Cleare the presence there the king is comming Gods me my Lords what meant the Cardinall So vnexpected thus to trouble him Gray Is the king mou'd at it Enter the king and VVoolsie Cumpt. Iudge by his countenance see he comes Bran. I le not indure the storme Dud. Nor I Wil. Runne foole your maister will be feld else King Did we not charge that none should trouble vs Presumptuous priest proud prelate as thou art How comes it you are growne so saucie sir Thus to presume vpon our patience And crosse our royall thought disturbd and vext By all your negligence in our estate Of vs and of our countries happinesse VVool. My gracious Lord King Fawning beast stand backe Or by my crowne I le foote thee to the earth Where 's Brandon Surrey Seymer Gray Where is your counsell now O now ye crooch And stand like pictures at our presence doore Call in our guard and beare them to the Tower Mother of God I le haue the traitors heads Go hale them to the blocke vp vp stand vp I le make you know your duties to our state Am I a cypher is my sight growne stale Am I not Hary am I not Englands king Ha Will. So la now the watch words giuen nay and hee once cry ha neare a man in the court dare for his head speake againe lye close cosin Patch Patch I le not come neare him cosin has almost kild me with his countenance King We haue bene too familiar now I see And you may dally with our maiestie Where are my pages there Page My Lord Enter pages Kin. Trusse sirra none to put my garter on Giue me some wine here stuffe a the tother side Proud Cardinall who follow'd our affaires in Italy That we that honor'd so Pope Iulius By dedicating bookes at thy request Against that vpstart sect of Lutherans Should by that hereticke be banded thus But by my George I sweare if Henry liue I le hunt base Luther through all Germany And pull those seuen electors on their knees If they but backe him against our dignities Bace slaue tie soft thou hurst my legge And now in Ireland the Burkes rebell And with his stubborne kernes makes hourely rodes To burne the borders of the English pale And which of all your counsels helpes vs now Enter Cumpton with wine Cumpt. Here 's wine my Lord Kin. Drinke and be dambd I cry thee mercy Cumpton What the diuell mentst thou to come behind me so I did mistake I le make thee amends for it By holy Paule I am so crost and vext I knew not what I did and here at home Such carefull statsemen do attend vs And lookes so wisely to our common weale That we haue ill May-dayes and riots made For lawlesse rebels do disturbe our state Twelue times this terme haue we in person sate Both in the starre chamber and Chauncery courts To heare our subiects sutes determined Yet t is your office Woolsie but all of you May make a packehorse of king Henry now Well what would ye say Wool Nothing that might displease your maiesty I haue a message from the Pope to you King Then keepe it still we will not heare it yet Get all of you away auoid our presence We cannot yet commaund our patience Reach me a chaire Brand. Now wil or neuer make the king but smile And with thy mirthfull toyes allay his spleene That we his counsell may conferre with him And by my Honor I le reward thee well Too him good Will Will. Not too fast I pray least will Sommers here bee seene againe I knowe his qualities as well as the best an ye for euer when he 's angry and no body dare speake to him ye thrust me in by the head and shoulders and then wee fall to buffits but I know who has the worst ant but go my Lord stand aside and stirre not till I call yee let my cosin Patch and I alone and hee goe to boxing we le fall both vpon him that 's certain but and the worst come bee sure the Cardinals foole shall pay for t Bra. Vse your best skill good william I le not be seene Vnlesse I see him smile wil. Where art thou cosin alas poore foole he 's crept vnder the table vp cosin feare nothing the stormes past I warrant thee Patch Is the king gon cosin wil. No no yonder he sits we are all friends now The Lords are gone to dinner and thou and I must waite at the kings table Patch Not I birlady I would not waite vpon such a Lord for all the liuings in the land I thought he would haue kild my Lord Cardinall he lookt so terribly wil. Foe he did but iest with him but I le tell the cosin the rarest tricke to bee reueng'd a st passes and I le giue thee this fine silke point and thou 'lt do it Patch O braue o brave giue me it cosin and I le doe what so ere t is wil. I le stand behind the post here and thou shalt goe softly stealing behind him as hee sits reading yonder and when thou comst close to him cry boh and we le
the faith the Pope will haue thee defend euerie thing himself and all king Take hence the foole vvil: I when can ye tel dost thou thinke any oth Lords will take the foole none here I warrant except the Cardinals king What a knauish fooles this Lords you must beare with him come hether VVyll what saist thou to this newe tytell giuen vs by the Pope speake i st not rare VVill I know not how rare it is but I know how deer t will bee for I perceiue t will cost thee twelue thowsand pounds at least besides the Cardynals cost in comming kyng All these nothing the title of defender of the faith is worth yee twise as much say is it not VVyll: No by my troth dost heare old Harie I am suer the true faith is able to defend it selfe without thee and as for the Popes faith good faith 's not worth a farthing and therefore giue him not a penny K Goe too sirra meddle not you with the Popes matters VV: Let him not meddle with thy matters then for and he meddle with thee He middle with him that 's certaine and so farewell I le goe and meete my little young Master Prince Edward they say hee comes to Courte to night I le to horsebacke Prethee Harie send one to hold my sturrup shall I tell the Prince what the Pope has donne King I and thou wilt Will hee shall be defender of the faith too one day Will. No and he and I can defend our selues we care not For we are sure the faith can Exit King Lord Legat so we reuerence Rome and you As nothing you demaund shall be denied The Turke will we expell from Christendome Sending stout souldiers to his holinesse And mony to relecue distressed Rhoades So if you please passe in to banquetting Goe Lords attend them Brandon and Compton stay We haue some businesse to conferre vpon Comp. We take our leaue Exit King Most hartie welcome to my reuerent Lords So now to our businesse Brandon say Heare yee no tydings from our sister Mary Since her arriuall in the Realme of France Bron. Thus much we heard my Lord at Cales met her The youthfull Dolphin and the Peeres of France And brauely brought her to the King at Towers Where he both married her and crownde her Queene King T is well but Brandon and Compion list to me I must imploy your aide and secrecie This night we meane in some disguised shape To visit London and to walke the round Passe through their watches and obserue the care And speciall diligence to keepe our peace They say night-walkers hourely passe the streets Committing theft and hated sacriliege And slightly passe vnstaied or vnpunished Goe Compton goe and get me some disguise This night wee le see our Cities gouernment Brandon doe you attend at Baynards Castio Compton shall goe disguisde along with me Our swordes and bucklers shall conduct vs safe But if we catch a knock to quit our paine Wee le put it vp and bye vs home againe Exit Enter the Constable and Watch Prichall the Cobler being one baring a Lant-horne Constable Come neighbours we have a straight command Our watches be scuerely lookt into Much theft and murder was committed lately There are two strangers marchants of the Stillyard Cruelly slaine found floating on the Temmes And greatly are Stewes had in suspect As places fitting for no better vse Therefore be carefull and examine all Perhaps we may attach the murderer 1 Watch. Nay I assure yee maister Constable those stew houses are places of much slaughter and redemption and many cruell deedes of equitie and wickednesse are committed there for diuers good men loose both their money and their computation by them I abiure yee how say you neighbor Prichall Cob. Neighbour Capcase I knowe you 're a man of courrage and for the merry cobler of Lune streete tho I sit as lowe as Saint Faithes I can looke as high as Paules I haue in my dayes walkte to the stew as as well as my neighbours but if the mad wenches fall to burdering once and cast men into the Thames I haue done with them there 's no dealing if they carrie fire in one hand and water i th tother Con. Well maisters we are now plac'st about the Kings business And I know ye all sufficient in the knowledge of it I need not to repeate your charge againe Good neighbours vse your greatest care I pray And if vnruly persons trouble yee Call and I le come so syrs goodnight Exit Constable 1 Wat. Godyegodnight and twentie syr I warrant yee yee neede not reconcile to our charge vor some on vs has discharged the place this forty yeare I am sure Neighbours what thinke you best to be done Cob. Euery man according to his calling neighbour if the enemie come here lyes my towne of Garrison I set on him as I set on a patch if he tread on this side I vnderlay him on this side or prick him through both sides I yerke him and tricke him pare him and peece him then hang him vp beth heeles till Sunday 1 Wat. How say yee by my faith neighbour Prichall yee speake to the purpose for indeed neighbours euery sencible watch-man is to seeke the best reformation to his owne destruction 2 Wat. But what thinke yee neighbours if euery man take a nap now eth fore hand eth night and goe to bed afterward Cob. That were not a misse neither but and you le take but euery man his pot first you le sleepe like the man eth Moone yfaith 2 Doe yee thinke neighbour there is a man eth Moone 1 Wat. I assure yee in a cleare day I haue seente at midnight 2 Wat. Of what occupation is he trow Cob. Some thinkes he 's a shepheard because on s dog some saies he 's a baker going to heate his ouen with a bauen at s backe but the plaine truth is I thinke he was a cobler for yee know what the song sayes I see a man eth Moone fie man fie I see a man eth Moone clowting Saint Peters shoone and so by this reason he should be a cobler 1 Wat. By my fekins he saith true alas alas goodman Dormouse hath euen giuen vp the gost already us an honest quiet soule I warrant yee Cob. It behoues vs all to be so how doe yee neighbour Darmonse Dor. Godspeed yee Godspeed yee nay and yee goe a godssleepie name I haue nothing to say to yee 2 Lawe yee his minds on s businesse though he be nere so Cob. Come le ts all ioyne with him and steale a nappe euery man maisters to his seuerall stall 2 Agreed Godnight good neighbours Cab. Nay le ts take no leaue I le but winke a while and see you againe Enter King and Compton with bils on his backe King Come sir William We may now stand vpon our guard you see The watch has giuen vz leaue to arme our selues They feare no danger for they sleepe secure
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
thee because thou carriest a Sword and Buckler yet th art not right Cauelere thou knowst not how to vse them thaste a heauie arme King I a good smart stroke Will. Thou cutst my head indeed but t was no play thou layest open enough I could haue entred at my pleasure King Nay I haue stout guard I assure ye Wil. Childish to a man of valour when thou shouldst haue borne thy Buckler here thou lettest it fall to thy knee thou gauest mee a wipe but t was meere chaunce but had we not beene parted I had taught ye a little Schoole play I warrant ye Brandon speakes within Brandon What hoe porter who keepes the gates there Porter Who knockes so fast Enter Brandon and Compton hastily Compt. Stand by sirrah Porter Keepe backe I say whither wil ye presse amongst the prisoners Bran. Sirrah to the Court and we must in Port. Why sir the courts not kept eth Counter to day Bran. Yes when the king is there All happinesse betide our Soueraigne Will. Sownes king Harry 1. Pri. Lord I beseech thee no All We all intreat your grace to pardon vs King Stand vp good men beshrew ye Brandon for discoeouering vs we shall not spend our time so well this moneth but there 's no remedie now the worst is this The court good fellowes must be remoued the sooner Ye all are courtiers yet Nay nay come forward Euen now you know we were more familiar You see pollicies holdes not alwayes currant I am found out and so I thinke will you be Goe Porter let him be remoued to Newgate This place I see is too secure for him Wee le send you further word for his bestowin 1. Pri I beseech your Grace King There 's no grace in thee nor none for thee Goe away with him Exit Porter and Prisoner Will. Sownes I shall to Tyburne presently King Gentlemen you that haue beene wrongde by my seruants and the Cardinals shall giue me neerer notes of it Both what they are and how much debt they owe yee Send your petitions to the Court to me And doubt not but you shall haue remedie There 's fortie Angels drinke to King Harries health And thinke withall much wrong Kings men may do The which their maisters nere consent vnto 2 Pris. God bless your Maiesty with happy life That thus respect your wofull subiects griefe King Where 's Black VVill nay come neerer man I came neerer you though yee mislikte my play VVill. Beth Lord your Maiesties the best sword and buckler man in Europe ye lye as close to your wards carrie your point as faire that no Fencer comes neere ye for gallant Fence-play King Nay now yee flatter me Will. Foregod yee broake my head most gallantly King I But t was but by chance ye know but now your heads broke you looke for a plaster I am sure Will. And your grace will giue me leaue I le put it vp and goe my waies presently King Nay soft syr the Keeper wil denie yee that priuiledge Come hither syrrha because ye shal know King Harrie loues a man I perceiue there 's some mettall in thee there 's twentie Angels for thee marrie it shall be to keepe yee in prison still till we haue further vse for ye If yee can breake through watches with egres and regres so valiantly ye shal doote amongst your countries enemies VVill. The wars sweet King t is my delight my desire my chaire of state create me but a tattord Corporall and giue me some preheminence ouer the vulgar hot-shots and I beat them not forward to as braue attempts and march my selfe I th Vantguard as ere carried against a Castle wall break my head in two places more and consume me with the mouth of a double culuering I le liue and dye with thee sweet King King T will be your best course sir goe take him in VVhen we haue need of men wee le send for him VVill. God bless your maiestie I le goe drinke to your health Exit King Begon sir keeper I thanke you for our lodging Nay indeed I doe I know had ye known vs it had bin better Praie tell the Constable that brought vs hither We thanke him and commend his faithful seruice Gentlemen le ts heare from you so God morrow Keeper there 's for my fees discharge the offices And giue them charge that none discouer vs Till we are past the citie in this disguise we came Wee le keepe vs still and so depart againe Once more God morrow you may now report Your connter was one night king Henries court Away and leaue vs Brandon what further newes Exit Bran. The old king of France is dead my Liege And left your sister Mary a young widdow King God forbid man what not so soone I hope She has not yet bin married fortie daies Is this newes certaine Bran. Most true my Lord King Alas poore Mary so soone a widdow Before thy wedding robes be halfe worne out We must then prepare black funerall garments too Well wee le haue her home the league is broake And wee le not trust her safetie with the French Charles Brandon you shall goe to France for her See that your traine be richly furnished And if the daring French braue thee in attempts Of honour Barriers Tilt and Tarnament So to retaine her bare thee like thy selfe An English man dreadlesse of the prowdest And highly scorning lowly hardinesse Bran. I shall my Soueraigne and in her honour I le cast a challenge through all the court And dare the proudest Peere in France for her King Commend me to the Ladie Catherine Parry Giue her this Ring tell her on sunday next She shall be Queene and crownde at Westminster And Anne of Cleaue shall be sent home againe Come syrs wee le leaue the citie and the counter now The day begins to breake le ts hye to court And once a quarter we desire such sport Exit Enter the Cardinall reading a letter Bonner in his Bishops Râ—â—bes VVol. My reuerent Lord of London Our trustie friend the king of France is dead And in his death our hopes are hindred The Emperour too mislikes his praises But we shall crosse him for t I doubt it not And tread vpon his pompe imperiall That thus hath wrongde the English Cardinall Bon. Your graces letters by Campeus sent I doubt not but shall worke your full content Wol. I that must be our safest way to worke Monie will make vs men when men stand out The Bastard Fredericks to attaine the place Hath made an offer to the Cardinalls Of threescore thousand pound which we will pay Three times thrice double ere we lose the day Enter Will Sommers and Patch Patch Come cousen Willian I le bring yee to my Lord Cardinall presently Will. I thanke yee cousen and when you come to the court I le bring you to the King againe yee knowe cousen he gaue yee an angell Patch I but he gaue me such a blow
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
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