If you know not me, You know nobody: Or, The troubles of Queen ELIZABETH.  
 
AT LONDON, Printed for Nathaniel Butter. 1605.   

If you know not me, You know nobody: Or, The troubles of Queen ELIZABETH.  Enter Sussex, and Lo: Chamberlaine. Sussex. 
GOod morrow my good Lord chamberlain.  Cham: 
Many good morrows to my good Lord of Sussex.  Suss: 
whose's with the Queen my Lord.  Cha: 
The Cardinal of Winchester: The Lord of Tame: the good Lord Shandoyse: and beside, Lo: Howard, Sir Henry Beningfeild, and divers others.  Suss: 
A word my Lord in private.  Enter Tame and Shandoyse. Shand: 
Touching the Queen my Lord who now sits high,  
What thinks the realm of Philip th'emperors son,  
A marriage by the Council treated of?  Tame: 
Pray god 't prove well.  Suss: 
Good morrow Lords.  Tame: 
Good morrow my good Lord of Sussex.  Shand: 
I cry your honours mercy.  Chamb: 
Good morrow to the Lords of Tame and Shandoyse.  Tame: 
The like to you my Lord: As you were speaking  Enter Lord Howard and Sir henry Beningfield. Bening: 
Concerning Wyatt and the Kentish rebels,  
Their overthrow is past: the rebel Dukes that sought  
By all means to proclaim queen jane chiefly Northumberland  
For Gilford's sake, he forced his brother Duke unto that war,  
But each one had his merit.  Howard: 
Oh my Lord,  
The Law proceeded 'gainst their great offence,  
And 'tis not well, since they have suffered judgement,  
That we should raise their scandal being dead,  
'tis impious, not by true judgement bread.  Suss: 
Good morrow my Lord, good morrow good Sir Henry.  Bening: 
Pardon my Lord I saw you not till now.  Chamb: 
Good morrow good Lord Howard.  Howa: 
Your honours; The like to you my Lords.  Tame: 
With all my heart Lord Howard.  Cham: 
Forward I pray.  Suss: 
The Suffolk men my Lord, was to the Queen  
The very stairs, by which she did ascend:  
she's greatly bound unto them for their loves.  Enter Cardinal of Winchester. Winch: 
Good morrow Lords, attend the Queen into the presence.  Suss: 
Your duties Lords.  Exeunt omnes. Enter Tame bearing the purse: Shandoyse the Mace: Howard the Sceptre; Sussex the Crown: then the Queen, after her the Cardinal, Sentlow, Gage, and attendant. Queen 
By God's assistance and the power of heaven,  
We are instated in our brother's throne,  
And all those powers, that warred against our right,  
By help of heaven and your friendly aid,  
disperse and fled, here may we sit secure,  
Our hearts is joyful Lords, our peace is pure.  Enter Dodds. Dodds: 
I do beseech your majesty peruse this poor petition.  Queen 
O master Dodds we are indebted to you for your love,  
You stood us in great stead even in our ebb  
Of fortune, when our hopes were near declined,  
And when our state did bear the lowest sail,  
Which we have reason to requite we know;  
Read his petition my good Lord Cardinal.  Dodds. 
Oh gracious sovereign, let my Lord the Duke have the  
Perusing of it, or any other that is near your grace,  
He will be to our suit an opposite.  Winch: 
And reason fellow.  
Madam, here is a large recital & upbraiding of your highness Sovereignty, the Suffolk men that lifted you to the throne, and here possessed you, claim your promise you made them about religion.  Dodds: 
True gracious Sovereign;  
But that we do upbraid your majesty,  
Or make recital of our deeds forepast,  
Other than conscience, honesty and zeal,  
By love, by faith, and by our duty bound,  
To you the next and true successive heir,  
If you contrary this; I needs must say,  
Your skilless tongue doth make our well tuned words,  
jar in the PRINCE's ears, and of our text,  
You make a wrong construction: Gracious Queen,  
Your humble subjects prostrate in my mouth,  
A general suit when we first flocked to you,  
And made first head with you at Framagham,  
'twas thus concluded that we your liegemen:  
Should still enjoy our consciences, and use that faith  
Which in king Edward's days was held Canonical.  Winch: 
May't please your highness note the Commons insolence  
They tie you to conditions, and set limits to your liking.  Queen: 
They shall know,  
To whom their faithful duties they do owe,  
Since they the limbs, the head would seek to sway,  
Before they govern, they shall learn t'obey's  
See it severely ordered Winchester.  Winch: 
Away with him, it shallbe thoroughly scanned,  
And you upon the pillory, three days to stand. Exit Dodds.  Benif: 
Has not your sister (gracious Queen) a hand  
In these petitions; well your highness knows  
She is a favourite of these heretics.  Winch: 
And well remembered, is't not probable,  
That she in Wiat's expedition,  
And other insurrection lately quelled  
Was a confederate; if your highness will your own estate preserve,  
You must foresee fore-danger, and cut off all such  
As would your safety prejudice.  Bening: 
Such is your sister,  
A mere opposite to us in our opinion, and beside  
she's next Successive, should your majesty  
Die issueless, which heaven defend.  Omnes. 
Which heaven defend.  Bening: 
The state of our religion would decline.  Queen: 
My Lord of Tame and Shandoyse,  
You two shall have a firm Commission sealed,  
To fetch our sister young Elizabeth  
From Ashbridge where she lies, and with a band  
Of armed soldiers to conduct her up to London,  
Where we will hear her.  Sentlo: 
Gracious Queen, she only craves but to behold your face,  
That she might clear herself of all supposed treasons,  
Still protesting, she is as true a subject to your grace,  
As lives this day.  Winch: 
Do not you hear, with what a saucy impudence,  
This Sentlo here presumes.  Queen 
Away with him, i'll teach him know his place,  
To frown when we frown, smile on whom we grace.  Winch: 
'twilbe 'a means to keep the rest in awe,  
Making their sovereign's brow, to them a law.  Queen 
All those that seek our sister's cause to favour,  
Let them be lodged.  Winch: 
Young Courtney Earl of Devonshire,  
Seems chiefly to affect her faction.  Queen 
Commit him to the Tower,  
Till time affords us and our Counsel breathing space.  
Whence is that Post? A Horn within.  Const: 
My Sovereign, It is from Southampton.  Queen 
Our Secretary, unseal them and return  
Us present answer of the contents, She speaks to the Lo: Constable.  
What's the main business.  Const: 
That Philip Prince of Spain,  
Son to the Emperor, is safely arrived,  
And landed at Southampton.  Queen 
Prepare to meet him Lords with all our Pomp.  Howard: 
Prepare you Lords with our fair Queen to ride,  
And his high princely state let no man hide.  Queen 
Set forward Lords, this sudden news is sweet,  
Two royal lovers on the mid weigh mere. Exeunt omnes.  Enter Master Gage and a gentlewoman. Gage. 
Good morrow Mistress, came you from the Princess?  Woman: 
Master Gage, I did.  Gage. 
How fares her Grace.  Woman: 
O wondrous crazy gentle master Gage,  
Her sleeps are all unquiet, and her head  
Bears and grows giddy with continual grief.  Gage: 
God grant her comfort, and release her pain,  
So good a Lady few on earth remain.  Enter the Clown. Clown. 
O Arm, arm, arm.  Gage. 
How now what's the matter.  Clown. 
O Lord the house is beset, shoulders are as hot as fire,  
Are ready to enter every hole about the house,  
For as I was a'th' top of the stack, the sound of the Drum,  
hot me such a box a'th' Ear, that I came tumbling down,  
The stack with a thousand billets a'th' top on me, look about,  
And help for God's sake.  Gage. 
Heaven guard the Princess grant that all be well,  
This Drum I fear, will prove her passing-bell.  Enter Tame and Shandoyse with soldiers, Drum. etc. Tame. 
where's the Princess.  Gage. 
O my honoured Lords,  
(May I with reverence presume to ask)  
What means these arms, why do you thus begirt,  
A poor weak Lady, near at point of death.  Shand: 
Resolve the Princess we must speak with her.  Woman: 
My Lords, know there is no admittance to her presence,  
Without the leave, first granted from herself.  Tame: 
Go tell her we must and will.  Woman: 
I'll certify so much. Exit Woman  Gage: 
My Lords, as you are honourably borne,  
As you did love her father, or her brother,  
As you do owe allegiance to the Queen,  
In pity of her weakness, and low state,  
With best of favour, her commiserate.  Enter Woman. Woman: 
Her grace entreats you but to stay till morn?  
And than your message shallbe heard at full.  Shand: 
'tis from the Queen and we will speak with her.  Woman: 
I'll certify so much.  Tame: 
It shall not need, press after her my Lord.  Enter Elizabeth in her bed, Doctor Owine, and Doctor Wendith. Eliz: 
We are not pleased with your intrusions Lords.  
Is your haste such, of your affairs so urgent,  
That suddenly, and at this time of night,  
You press on one, and will not stay till morn?  Tame: 
Sorry we are sweet Lady, to behold you in this sad plight.  Eliz: 
And I my Lords not glad,  
My heart, oh how it beats.  Shand: 
Madam, our messsage and our duty from our Queen,  
we come to tender you, It is her pleasure,  
That you the 7. day of this month appear at Westminster.  Eliza: 
At Westminster? my Lords no soul more glad than I,  
To do my duty to her Majesty,  
But I am sorry at the heart, my heart, oh good Doctor raise me:  
Oh my heart, I hope my Lords, considering my extremity and  
Weakness, you will dispense a little with your haste.  Tame: 
Doctor Owine and Doctor Wendith,  
You are the queen's Physicians truly sworn,  
On your allegiance, as before her highness you will answer it,  
Speak, may the Princess be removed with life.  D. Owine. 
Not without danger Lords, yet without death,  
Her fever is not mortal; yet you see into what danger,  
It hath brought the Princess.  Shand: 
Is your opinion so?  D. Wend. 
My judgement is, not deadly, but yet dangerous,  
No sooner shall she come to take the air,  
But she will faint, and if not well prepared and attended,  
Her life is in much danger.  Tame: 
Madam, we take no pleasure to deliver  
so strict a messsage.  Eliza: 
Nor I my Lords to hear a messsage delivered  
with such strictness; well must I go.  Shand: 
So says the Queen.  Eliza: 
Why then it must be so.  Tame: 
Tomorrow early then you must prepare.  Eliza: 
'tis many a more 〈◊〉 my feeble legs,  
Felt this my Body's weight: O I shall faint,  
And if I taste the rawness of the air,  
I am but dead, indeed I am but dead.  
'tis late, conduct these Lords unto their chambers,  
And cheer them well for they have journeyed hard,  
whilst we prepare us for our morrows journey.  Shand: 
Madam, the Queen hath sent her letter for you.  Eliza: 
The Queen is kind, and we will strive with death  
To tender her our life,  
We are her subject, and obey her hest,  
Good night, we wish you what we want,  
Good rest. Exeunt omnes.  Enter Queen Mary, Phillipp and all the Nobles, but Tame and Shandoyse. Queen 
Thus in the face of heaven, & broad eye of all the multitude,  
We give a welcome to the Spanish Prince,  
Those plausive shouts which give you entertain,  
Echoes as much to the almighty's cares,  
And there they sound with pleasure, and excels  
The clamorous trumpets, and loud ringing bells.  Phil. 
Thrice excellent and ever gracious Princess,  
Doubly famous for virtue and for beauty,  
We embrace your large stretched Honours with the arms of love,  
Our Royal marriage, treated first in Heaven  
To be solemnized here, both by God's voice,  
And by our loves consent, we thus embrace:  
Now Spain and England two populous Kingdoms,  
That have a long time been opposed  
In Hostile-emulation, shallbe at one:  
This shallbe Spanish England, ours English Spain.  Quee. 
Hark the redoubling echoes of the people, flourish.  
How it proclaims their loves; and welcome to this Union.  Phil. 
Then here before the 〈◊〉 of the Land,  
We do embrace and make a public contract.  
Our souls are joyful, then bright Heavens smile,  
Whilst we proclaim our new united Style.  Queen. 
Read Sussex.  Sussex reads. 
Philip and Mary, by the grace of God, King and Queen of England, Spain, France and Ireland, King and Queen of Naples, Sicilia, Leon and Aragon, Arch. Duke and Duchess of Assria, Burgundy, of Brabant Zeland, of Holand: Prince and Princess of Suabia, Count and Countess Hasburdge, Maliorca, Sardinia, of the firm Land, and the main Ocean Sea, Palatines of jerusalem, of Henolt; Lord and Lady of Friesland, and of the Isles: And Governor and Governess of all Africa, and Asia.  Omnes. 
Long live the King and Queen. flourish.  Kin. and Qu. 
We thank you all.  Con. 
When please your Highness to solemnize this your Nuptials?  Qu: 
The 25. day of this month july.  Phil. 
It likes us well, but royal Queen we want  
One Lady at this high solemnity:  
We have a Sister called Elizabeth,  
Whose virtues and endowments of the mind  
Hath filled the ears of Spain.  Winch. 
Great are the causes, now too long to say,  
Why she my Sovereign should be kept away.  Const: 
The Lord of Tame and Shandoyse are returned.  Enter Tame and Shandoyse and Gauge. Quee. 
How fares our Sister? Is she come along?  Tame. 
We found the Princess, sick and in great danger;  
Yet did we urge our strict Commission,  
She much entreated that she might be spared,  
Until her health and strength might be restored.  Shand. 
Two of your highness Doctors we then called,  
And charged them as they would answer it,  
To tell the truth, if that our journeys toil  
Might be no prejudice unto her life;  
Or if we might with safety bring her thence:  
They answered, that we might; we did so,  
Here she is to do her duty to your Majesty.  Queen 
Let her attend, we will find time to hear her.  Phil. 
But royal Queen, yet for her virtues sake,  
Deem her offences, if she have offended,  
With all the lenity a Sister can.  Queen 
My Lord of Winchester, my Lord of Sussex.  
Lord Howard, Tame, and Shandoyse,  
Take you Commission to examine her  
Of all supposed Crimes; so to our Nuptials.  Phil. 
What Festival more Royal hath been seen,  
Than twixt Spain's Prince, and England's Royal Queen.  Exeunt. Enter Elizabeth, her Gentlewoman, and three Household servants. Eli: 
Is not my gentleman usher yet returned.  Woman 
Madam, not yet.  Eliz. 
O God, my fear hath been good physic,  
But the Queen's displeasure, that hath cured my Body's Imperfection,  
Hath made me heart sick, brain sick, and sick even to death.  
What are you?  1. Ser: 
Your household Officers and humble servants,  
Who now your house fair Princess, is dissolved  
And quite broke up, come to attend your grace.  Eliz. 
We thank you, and am more indebted for your loves  
Than we have power: or virtue to requite,  
Alas I am all the Queens, yet nothing of myself,  
But God and innocence, be you my Patrons and defend my cause  
Why weep you gentlemen?  cooks: 
Not for ourselves, men are not made to weep  
At there own fortunes, our eyes are made of fire,  
And to extract water from fire is hard,  
Nothing but such a Princess grief as yours,  
So good a Lady & so beautiful, so absolute a mistress,  
And perfect as you have delivered been,  
Have power to do't, your sorrow makes us sad.  Eliz: 
My innocence yet makes my heart as light,  
As my front's heavy: all that heaven sends is welcome  
Gentlemen divide these few crowns amongst you,  
I am now a prisoner; and shall want nothing,  
I have some friends about her majesty,  
That are providing for me all things; all things;  
ay, even my grave; and being possessed of that,  
I shall need nothing: weep not I pray,  
Rather you should rejoice:  
If I miscarry in this enterprise, and ask you why,  
A Virgin and a Martyr both I die.  Enter Gage. Gage: 
He that first gave you life, protect that life,  
From those that wish your death.  Eliz: 
What's my of offence? who be my accusers.  Gage: 
Madam, that the Queen & Winchester best knows.  Eliz: 
What says the Queen unto my late petition.  Gage. 
You are denied that grace:  
Her Majesty will not admit you conference,  
Sir William Sentlo urging that motion,  
Was first committed, since sent to the Tower,  
Madam, in brief your foes are the queen's friends,  
Your friends her foes,  
Six of the Counsel are this day appointed,  
To examine you of certain articles,  Eliz: 
They shallbe welcome; my god in whom I trust,  
Will help, deliver, save, defend the just.  Enter Winchester, Sussex, Howard, Tame, Shandoyse, and Constable. Suss: 
All forbear this place unless the Princess.  Winch: 
Madam, we from the Queen are joined They sit, she kneels.  
in full commission.  Sussex: 
By your Favour good my Lord ere you proceed,  
Madam, although this place doth tie you to this reverence,  
It becomes not you being a Princess to deject your knee,  
A chair there.  Eliz: 
My duty with my fortunes do agree,  
And to the Queen in you I bend my knee.  Suss: 
You shall not kneel where Sussex sits in place,  
The Chamber keeper, a chair there for her grace.  Winch: 
Madam, perhaps you censure hardly.  
That was enforced in this commission.  Eliz: 
Know you your own guilt my good Lord Chancellor,  
That you accuse yourself, I think not so,  
I am of this mind, no man is my foe.  Winch: 
Madam I would you would submit, unto her highness.  Eliz: 
Submit my Lord of Winchester, 'tis fit  
That none but base offenders should submit,  
No no my Lord, I easily spy your drift,  
Having nothing whereon you can accuse me,  
Do seek to have myself, myself betray,  
So by myself my own blood should be spilled,  
Confess submission I confess a guilt.  Tame: 
What answer you to Wiat's late rebellion,  
Madam, 'tis thought that you did set them on.  Eliza: 
Who is't will say so? men may much suspect,  
But yet my Lord, none can my life detect,  
I a confederate with those kentish rebels?  
If I ere saw or sent to them, let the Queen take my head,  
Hath not proud Wyatt suffered for his offence,  
And in the purging both of soul and body for heaven,  
Did Wyatt then accuse Elizabeth?  Suss: 
Madam he did not.  Eliz: 
My reverent Lord I know it.  Howard: 
Madam he would not.  Eliz: 
Oh my good Lord he could not.  Suss: 
The same day Frogmorton was arraigned in the Guildhall,  
It was imposed on him, whether this Princess had a hand  
With him or no; he did deny it,  
Cleared her sore his death, yet accused others.  Eliz: 
My god be praised, this is news but of a minute old.  Shand: 
What answer you to Sir Peter Carew in the west,  
The western Rebels.  Eliz: 
Ask the unborn Infant, see what that will answer,  
For that and I, are both alike in guilt,  
Let not by rigor Innocent blood be spilled.  Winch: 
Come Madam, answer briefly to these treasons.  Eliz: 
Treason Lords, if it be treason to be the daughter  
To th'Eight Henry; Sister to Edward, and the next of blood unto  
My gracious sovereign now the Queen I am a traitor: if not, I  
Spit at treason. In Henry's reign this Law could not have stood,  
O god that we should suffer for our blood.  Const: 
Madam, the Queen must hear you sing another song,  
Before you part with us.  Eliz: 
My god doth know, I can no note but truth,  
That with heavens King,  
One day in quires of Angels I shall sing.  Winch: 
Then Madam you'll not submit.  Eliz: 
My life I will, but not as guilty,  
My Lords, let pale offenders pardon crave,  
If we offend, laws rigor let us have.  Winch: 
You are stubborn, come let's certify the Queen.  Tame: 
Room for the Lords there. Exeunt Counsel.  Eliz: 
Thou power eternal, Innocents just guide,  
That sways the Sceptre of all Monarchies,  
Protect the guiltless from these ravening jaws,  
That hideous death presents, by Tyrants Laws,  
And as my heart is known to thee most pure,  
Grant me release, or patience to endure.  Enter Gage and Servants. Gage: 
Madam, we your poor humble servants,  
Made bold to press into your grace's presence,  
To know how your cause goes.  Eliz: 
Well, well, I thank my god, well,  
How can a cause go ill with Innocents,  
They that to whom wrongs in this world are done,  
shallbe rewarded in the world to come.  Enter the six Counsellors. Winch: 
It is the pleasure of her majesty,  
That you be straight committed to the Tower.  Eliz: 
The Tower, for what?  Winch: 
Moreover all your household servants we have discharged,  
Except this gentleman your usher & this gentlewoman  
Thus did the Queen command,  
And for your guard, a hundred Northern whitecoats,  
Are appointed to conduct you thither,  
tonight unto your chamber, tomorrow early prepare  
You for the Tower, your barge stands ready,  
To conduct you thither. she kneels.  Eliz: 
Oh god my heart: A prisoner in the Tower,  
Speak to the Queen my Lords, that some other place  
May lodge her sister, that's too vild, too base.  Suss: 
Come my lords, let's all join in one petition  
To the Queen, that she may not be lodged within the Tower.  Winch: 
My Lord, you know it is in vain,  
For the queen's sentence is definitive,  
And we must see't performed.  Eliz: 
Then to our chamber comfortless and sad,  
Tomorrow to the tower that fatal place,  
Where I shall never behold the suns bright face.  Suss: 
Now god forbid, a better hap heaven send:  
Thus men may mourn, for what they cannot mend. Exeunt omnes.  Enter three white-cote soldiers with a jack of beer. 1: 
Come my masters you know your charged, 'tis now about  
Alcavin, here we must watch till morning,  
And then carry the Princess to the tower.  2: 
How shall we spend the time till morning.  3: 
Mase we'll drink and talk of our friends.  2: 
ay but my friend, do not talk of state matters.  1: 
Not I, I'll not meddle with the state,  
I hope this a man may say without offence,  
Prithee drink to me.  3. 
With all my harry faith, this a man might  
Lawfully speak, but now, faith what was't about to say.  1: 
Mass I say this: That the Lady Elizabeth is both a lady,  
And Elizabeth, and if I should say she were a virtuous Princess,  
Were there any harm in that?  2: 
No by my troth, there's no harm in that,  
But beware of talking of the Princess,  
Let's meddle with our kindred there, we may be bold.  1: 
Well sirs I have two sisters, and the one loves the other,  
And would not send her to prison for a million, is there any harm  
In this? i'll keep myself within compass I warrant you,  
For I do not talk of the Queen, I talk of my sisters,  
I'll keep myself within my compass I warrant you.  3: 
ay but Sir, that word sister goes hardly down.  1: 
Why Sir, I hope a man may be bold with his own,  
I learned that of the Queen, I'll keep myself within compass  
I'll warrant you.  2: 
ay but Sir, why is the Princess committed?  1: 
It may be she doth not know herself,  
It may be the Queen knows not the cause,  
It may be my Lord of Winchester does not know,  
It may be so, nothing's unpossible to god,  
It may be there's knavery in monkery,  
there's nothing unpossible, is there any harm in that?  2: 
Shoemaker, you go a little beyond your last.  1: 
Why, in saying nothing's unpossible to God,  
I'll stand to it; for saying a truth's a truth, i'll prove it;  
For saying there may be knavery in monkery, I'll justify it,  
I do not say there is, but may be, I know what I know,  
You know what you know, he knows what he knows,  
Marry we know not what every man knows.  3: 
My masters, we have talked so long that I think 'tis day.  1: 
I think so too, is there any harm in all this?  2: 
No harm i'th' world.  3: 
And I think by this time the Princess is ready  
To take her barge.  1: 
Come then let's go, would all were well,  
Is there any harm in all this? but alas wishes and tears  
Have both one property, they show their love that Exeunt omnes.  
want the remedy.  Enter Winchester and Beningfield. Winch: 
Did you not mark what a piteous eye she cast  
To the Queen's window as she passed along,  
Fain she would have stayed, but that I caused  
The bargemen to make haste and row away.  Bening: 
The bargemen were too desperate my Lord,  
In staying till the water was so low,  
For then you know, being underneath the bridge,  
The barges stern did strike upon the ground,  
And was in danger to have drowned us all.  Winch: 
Well she hath scaped that danger,  
Would she but conform herself in her opinion,  
She only might rely upon my love,  
To win her to the favour of the Queen.  Bening: 
But that will never be, this is my censure,  
If she be guilty in the least degree,  
May all her wrongs survive and light on her:  
If other ways that she be cleared,  
Thus both ways I wish her down,  
Or else her state to raise.  Enter Sussex, Tame, Howard, Shandoyse, and Gage. Suss: 
Why doth the Princess keep her barge so long,  
Why lands she not? Some one go see the cause.  Gage: 
That shall be my charge my Lord. Exit Gage.  Suss: 
Oh me my Lord, her state is wondrous hard,  
I have seen the day, my hand I'd not have lent  
To bring my sovereign's Sister to the Tower:  
Good my Lords, stretch your Commission  
To do this Princess but some little favour.  Shand: 
My Lord, my Lord, let not the love we bear the Princess, incur the queen's displeasure, 'tis no dallying with matters of Estate, who dares gainsay the Queen?  Suss: 
Marry a God not I, no, no, not I;  
Yet who shall hinder these my eyes to sorrow  
For her sorrow: By Gods marry dear,  
That the Queen could not, though herself were here:  
My Lords, my Lords, if it were held foul treason,  
To grieve for her hard usage, by my Soul  
My eyes would hardly prove me a true Subject:  
But 'tis the queen's pleasure, and we must obey:  
But I shall mourn, should the King and Queen say nay.  Enter Gage. Gage. 
My grieved Mistress humbly thus entreats,  
For to remove back to the Common stairs,  
And not to land where Traitors put to shore,  
Some difference she entreats your Honours make  
Twixt Crystal Fountains, and foul muddy Springs,  
Twixt those that are condemned by the law,  
And those whom treason's stain did never blemish:  
Thus she attends your answer, and sits still  
Whilst her wet eyes, full many a tear did spill.  Suss: 
Marry a God, 'tis true and 'tis no reason: Launch Bargeman.  
Good Lady land, where Traitors use to land,  
And fore her guilt be proved, Gods marry no,  
And the Queen wils it, that it should be so.  Shand: 
My Lord, you must look into our Commission,  
No favours granted, she of force must land,  
'tis a decree which we can not withstand,  
So tell her master Gage, Exit Gage.  Suss: 
As good a Lady as ere England bread,  
Would he that caused this woe, had lost his head.  Enter Gage, Elizabeth and Clarentia her gentlewoman. Gage: 
Madam, you have stepped too short into the water.  Eliz: 
No matter where I tread,  
Would where I set my foot, there lay my head,  
Land Traitor like; my foot's wet in the flood,  
So shall my heart ere long be drenched in blood.  Enter Constable. Winch: 
Here comes the Constable of the tower,  
This is your charge.  Const: 
And I receive my prisoner, come will you go?  Eliz. 
Whither my Lord, unto a grate of Iron,  
Where grief and care my poor heart shall environ,  
I am not well.  Sussex: 
A chair for the Princess.  Const: 
Here's no chair for prisoners,  
Come will you see your chamber.  Eliza: 
Then on this stone, this cold stone I will sit,  
I needs must say you hardly me entreat,  
When for a chair, this hard stone is my seat.  Suss: 
My Lord, you deal too cruelly with the Princess,  
You knew her father, she's no stranger to you.  Tame: 
Madam it rains.  Suss: 
Good Lady take my cloak.  Eliz: 
No let it alone: See gentle men,  
The piteous heavens weeps tears into my bosom,  
On this cold stone I sit, rain in my face,  
But better here, than in a worser place  
Where this bad man will lead me.  
Clarentia, reach my book, now lead me where you please  
From sight of day; or in a dungeon; I shall see to pray.  Suss: 
Nay, nay, you need not bolt & lock so fast, Exit Eliz: Gage: Claren: & Constab.  
she is no starter; honourable Lords,  
Speak to the Queen she may have some release.  Enter Constable. Constable. 
So so, let me alone, let me alone to coop her,  
I'll use her so, the Queen shall much commend  
My diligent care.  Howard. 
Where have you left the Princess?  Const. 
Where she is safe enough I warrant you,  
I have not granted her the privilege  
Of any walk, or garden, or to ope  
Her windows, casements to receive the air.  Suss. 
My lord, my lord, you deal without respect,  
And worse than your Commission can maintain.  Const. 
My Lord, I hope I know mine office well,  
And better than yourself within this place,  
Then teach not me my duty, she shallbe used so still,  
The Queen commands, and I'll obey her will,  Suss: 
But if this time should alter, mark me well,  
Could this be answered, could it fellow Peers?  
I think not so.  Const: 
Tush tush the Queen is young likely to bear,  
Of her own body a more royal heir.  Enter Gage. Gage: 
My Lords the Princess humbly entreats,  
That her own servants may bear up her diet,  
A company of base untutored slaves,  
Whose hands did never serve a Princess board,  
Do take that privilege.  Const: 
'twas my appointment, and it shallbe so.  Suss: 
Gods marry dear, but it shall not be,  
Lord Howard join with me, we'll to the King.  Enter soldiers with dishes. Gage: 
Stay good my Lords for instance, see they come,  
If this be seemly, let your honours judge.  Suss: 
Come come my Lords, why do you stay so long,  
The queen's high favour shall amend this wrong.  Const: 
Now sir, what have you got by your Exeunt omnes, praeter Consta. and Gauge.  
complaining, you common find-fault; what, is  
your Mistress stomach so queasy? our honest  
soldiers must not touch her meat, then let her fast,  
I know her stomach will come down at last.  Enter soldiers with more dishes, Gage takes one from them. Gage: 
untutored slave, I'll ease thee of this burden,  
Her highness scorns to touch the dish  
Her servants brings not up.  Const: 
Presume to touch a dish I'll lodge thee there,  
Where thou shalt see no sun for one hole year.  Gage: 
I would to god you would, in any place Exit Const: & soldiers.  
Where I might live from thought of her disgrace,  
O thou all-seeing heavens, with piteous eyes,  
Look on th'oppressions of their cruelty!  
Let not thy truth, by falsehood be oppressed,  
But let her virtues shine and give her rest,  
Confound the sleights, and practice of those men,  
Whose pride do kick against thy seat of heaven.  
Oh draw the curtains from their filthy sin,  
And make them loathe the hell which they live in.  
Prosper the Princess, and her life defend,  
A glorious comfort to her troubles send.  
If ever thou hadst pity, hear my prayer,  
And give releasement to a PRINCE's care. Exit Gage.  A dumb show. Enter six with torches. Tame and Shandoyse, bareheaded, Phillip and Mary after them: then Winchester, Beningfeild, and Attendants: at the other door, Sussex & Howard, Sussex delivers a petition to the King, the King receives it, shows it to the Queen, she shows it to Winchester and to Beningfeild: they storm, the King whispers to Sussex, and raises him & Howard, gives them a petition, they take their leaves and depart, the King whispers a little to the Queen. Exeunt. Enter Constable and Gage. Gage: 
The Princess thus entreats you honoured Lord,  
She may but walk in the Lieutenants garden,  
Or else repose herself in the Queen's lodgings:  
My honoured Lord, grant this as you did love  
The famous Henry her deceased father.  Const: 
Come talk not to me for I am resolved,  
Nor lodging, garden, nor lieutenants walks  
Shall here be granted, she's a prisoner.  Gage: 
My Lord, they shall.  Const: 
How, shall they knave?  Gage: 
If the Queen please, they shall.  
A noble and right reverent Counsellor,  
Promised to beg it of her Majesty:  
And if she say the word, my Lord she shall.  Const. 
ay, if she say the word, it shallbe so:  
My lord of Winchester speaks the contrary,  
So do the Clergy, they are honest men.  Gage. 
My honoured Lord, why should you take delight  
To torture a poor Lady innocent?  
The Queen I know when she shall hear of this,  
Will greatly discommend your cruelty.  
You served her father, and he loved you well,  
You served her brother, and he held you dear,  
And can you hate the sister he best loved?  
You serve her sister, she esteems you high,  
And you may live to serve her ere you die:  
And therefore good my Lord, let this prevail,  
Only the casements of her window ope,  
Whereby she may receive fresh gladsome air.  Const. 
O you preach well to deaf men, no, not I,  
So letters may fly in, I'll none of that,  
She is my prisoner, and if I durst,  
But that my warrant is not yet so strict,  
I'd lay her in a dungeon where her eyes,  
Should not have light to read her prayer book,  
So would I danger both her soul and body,  
'cause she an alien is to us catholics,  
Her bed should be all snakes, her rest despair,  
Torture should make her curse, her faithless prayer.  Enter Sussex, Howard, and servants. Suss: 
My Lord, it is the pleasure of the Queen,  
The prisoner Princess should have all the use  
Of the lieutenants garden, the queen's lodgings,  
And all the liberty this place affords.  Const: 
What means her grace by that?  Suss: 
You may go ask her and you will my Lord,  
Moreover 'tis her highness further pleasure,  
That her sworn servants shall attend on her,  
Two gentlemen of her ewery, two of her Pantry,  
Two of her Kitchen, and two of her wardrobe,  
Besides this gentleman here master Gage.  Const: 
The next willbe her freedom, oh this mads me.  Howard: 
Which way lies the Princess.  Const: 
This way my Lord.  Howard: 
This willbe glad tidings: come let's tell her grace.  Gage, 
willt please your honour, let my Lady Exeunt omnes preter Constable & Gage.  
Walk in the lieutenants garden,  
Or may but see the lodgings of the Queen,  
Or open the casements to receive fresh air,  
Shall she my Lord: shall she this freedom use,  
She shall: for you can neither will nor choose,  
Or shall she have some servants of her own,  
To attend on her: I pray let it be so,  
And let your look no more poor prisoners daunt,  
I pray deny not what you needs must grant. Exit Gage.  Const: 
This base groom flouts me, oh this frets my heart,  
These knaves will let upon their privilege,  
But yet i'll vex her, I have found the means,  
I'll have my cooks to dress my meat with hers,  
And every officer my men shall match,  
Oh that I could but drain her hearts dear blood,  
Oh it would feed me, do my soul much good.  Enter the Clown, beating a soldier. Exeunt. Enter Cook beating another soldier. Const: 
How now, what means the fellow.  Cook: 
Audacious slave presuming in my place.  Const: 
Sir 'twas my pleasure and I did command it.  Cook: 
The proudest he that keeps within the tower,  
Shall have no eye into my private office.  Const: 
No Sir, why say 'tis I.  Cook: 
Be it yourself or any other here,  
I'll make him sup the hottest broth I have.  Const: 
You will not.  Cook: 
Zounds I will,  
I have been true to her, and will be still. Exit Cook.  Const. 
Well, I'll have this amended ere't be long,  
And venge myself on her for all their wrong.  Exeunt omnes. Enter a boy with a Nosegay. Boy. 
I have got another Nosegay for my young Lady,  
My Lord said I should be soundly whipped  
If I were seen to bring her any more,  
But yet I'll venture once again, she's so good,  
Oh here's her chamber, I'll call and see if she be stirring,  
Where are you Lady?  Eliz: 
Welcome sweet boy, what hast thou brought me there.  Boy: 
Madam, I have brought you another nose gay,  
But you must not let it be seen, for if it be,  
I shall be soundly whipped, indeed-la la, indeed I shall.  Eliz: 
God a mercy boy, here's to requite thy love.  Exit Eliz. Enter Constable, Sussex, Howard and Attendants. Const: 
Stay him stay him, oh have I caught you Sir,  
Where have you been.  Boy: 
To carry my young Lady some more flowers,  How: 
Alas my Lord a child, pray let him go.  Const: 
A crafty knave my Lords, search him for letters.  Suss: 
Letters my Lord, it is impossible.  Const: 
Come tell me what letters thou carryedst her,  
I'll give thee figs and sugar plums.  Boy: 
Will you indeed, well i'll take your word,  
For you look like an honest man.  Const: 
Now tell me what letters thou deliverest.  Boy: 
Faith gaffer I know no letters but great A,  
B and C: I am not come to K yet,  
Now gaffer will you give me my sugar plums.  Const: 
Yes marry will I, take him away,  
Let him be soundly whipped I charge you sirrah.  Enter Elizabeth: Gage and Clarentia. Eliz: 
They keep even infants from us, they do well,  
My sight they have too long bar, and now my smell,  
This tower hath made me fall to housewifry,  
I spend my labours to relieve the poor,  
Go Gage distribute these to those that need.  Enter Winchester, Beningfeild and Tame. Winch: 
Madam the Queen out of her royal bounty,  
Hath freed you from the thraldom of the tower,  
And now this gentleman must be your guardian.  
I thank her: she hath rid me of a Tyrant,  
Is he appointed now to be my keeper?  
What is he Lords?  Tame: 
A gentleman in favour with the Queen.  Eliz: 
It seems so by his charge, but tell me Gauge,  
Is yet the scaffold standing on tower hill,  
Whereon young Gilford and the Lady jane did suffer death.  Gage: 
Upon my life it stands not.  Eliz: 
Lord Howard what is he.  How: 
A gentleman, though of a stern aspect,  
Yet mild enough I hope your Grace will find.  Eliza: 
Hath he not think you a stretch conscience,  
And if my secret murder should be put into his hands,  
Hath he not heart think you to execute.  How: 
Defend it heaven, and Gods almighty hand,  
Betwixt your Grace, and such intendments stand.  Bening: 
Come madam will you go.  Eliz: 
With all my heart, farewell, farewell,  
I am freed from limbo to be sent to hell. Exeunt omnes.  Enter Cook and Pantler. Cook: 
What storm comes next: this hath dispersed us quite  
And shattered us to nothing; though we be denied the presence  
Of our mistress, yet we will walk a loof, and none control us.  Pantler 
Here will she cross the river, stand in her eye,  
That she may take some notice of our neglected duties,  Enter three poor men. 1. 
Come this way they say, the sweet Princess comes,  
Let us present her with such tokens of good will,  
As we have.  2. 
They say she's such a virtuous Princess, that she'll  
except of a cup of cold water, and I have even  
a nosegay for her Grace, here she comes.  Enter Elizabeth, Beningfeild, Gage and Tame. Omnes: 
The Lord preserve thy sweet Grace.  Eliz: 
What are these?  Gage: 
The townsmen of the country gathered here,  
To greet your Grace, hearing you past this way.  Eliz: 
Give them this Gold, and thank them for their loves.  Bening: 
what traitor knaves are gathered here to make a tumult?  Omnes: 
Now the Lord bless thy sweet Grace.  Bening: 
If they persist, I charge you soldiers stop their mouths.  Eliz. 
It shall not need the poor are loving, but the rich despise,  
And though you curb their tongue, spare them their eyes,  
Your love my smart always not but prolongs,  
Pray for me in your hearts, not with your tongues,  
See see my Lord, look I have stilled them all,  
Not one amongst them, but debates my fall.  Tame: 
Alas Sir Harry these are honest country men,  
That much rejoice to see the Princess well.  Bening: 
My lord my Lord, my charge is great.  Tame: 
And mine as great as yours. Bells.  Bening. 
Hark hark my Lord, what Bells are these?  Gage: 
The townsmen of this village,  
Hearing your highness pass this way,  
Salutes your coming with this peal of Bells.  Bening: 
traitors and knaves ring Bells,  
When the queen's enemy passeth through the town,  
Go set he knaves byth' heals, make their pates ring noon,  
I charge thee Barwick. Exit Barwick.  Eliz: 
Alas poor men, help them thou God above,  
Thus men are forced to suffer for my love,  
What said my servants, those that stood aloof?  Gage: 
They deeply conjured me out of their loves,  
To know how your case goes, which these poor people second.  Eliz: 
Say to them tanquam Ouis.  Bening: 
Come come away, this lingering will benight us.  Tame: 
Madam this night your lodge's at my house,  
No prisoner are you madam for this night.  Bening: 
How? no prisoner.  Tame: 
No, no prisoner, what I intend to do i'll answer,  
madam, will't please you go. Exit Eliz: Bening: & Tame.  Cook: 
Now gentle master usher, what says my Lady.  Gage: 
Thus did she bid me say tanquam Ouis,  
Farewell I must away. Exit Gage  1. 
Tanqus Ourus pray what's tanqus Ourus' neighbour.  2. 
If the priest were here he'd smell it out straight.  Cook: 
myself have been a scholar, and I understand  
What tanquam Ouis means.  
We sent to know how her Grace did fare,  
She, tanquam Ouis said, even like a sheep,  
That's to the slaughter led.  1. 
Tanqus Ourus, that I should live to see, tanqus Ouris.  2. 
I shall near love tanquam Ouris again for this trick.  Exeunt omnes. Enter Beningfeild, and Barwick his man. Bening: 
Berwick, is this the chair of state.  Bar: 
ay sir, this is it.  Bening: 
Take it down, and pull of my boots.  Bar: 
Come on Sir.  Enter Clown. Clown: 
O monstrous, what a saucy companion's this?  
To pull of his boots in the chair of state,  
I'll fit you a pennyworth for it.  Bening: 
Well said Barwick, pull knave.  Bar: 
A ha Sir. The Clown pulls the Chair from under him.  Bening: 
Well said, now comes.  Clo: 
God's pity I think you are down, cry you mercy.  Bening: 
What saucy arrant knave art thou, how?  Clo: 
Not so saucy an arrant knave as your worship takes me to be.  Bening: 
Villain thou hast broken my crupper.  Clo: 
I am sorry 'tis no worse for your worship.  Bening: 
Knave, dost flout me? Exeunt. He beats him out.  Enter the Englishman, and Spaniard. Spa: 
The wall, the wall.  Eng: 
'sblood Spaniard you get no wall here, unless you would  
Have your head and the wall knocked together.  Spa: 
signior Cavalero Danglatero,  
I must have the wall.  Eng: 
I do protest, hadst not thou enforced it,  
I had not regarded it, but since you will needs  
Have the wall, I'll take the pains to thrust  
You into the kennel.  Spa: 
O base Cavalero, my sword and poniard well  
Tried in Tolledo, shall give thee the Imbrocado.  Eng 
Marry, and welcome Sir, come on. They fight, he hurts the Spaniard.  Spa: 
Holo holo, thou hast given me  
The canvisado.  Eng: 
Come Sir will you any more.  Spa: 
signior Cavalero look behind thee,  
A blade of Tolledo is drawn against thee.  He looks back, he kills him. Enter Phillip, Howard, Sussex, Constable, and Gresham. Phill: 
Hand that Ignoble groom,  
Had we not beheld thy cowardice,  
We should have sworn,  
Such baseness had not followed us.  Spa: 
Oh vostro mandado grand Emperato.  How: 
Pardon him my Lord.  Phill: 
Are you respectless of our honour Lords,  
That you would have us bosom cowardice,  
I do protest the great Turks Empire,  
Shall not redeem thee from a felons death,  
What place is this my Lords?  Suss: 
Charing cross my Liege.  Phill: 
Then by this cross, where thou hast done this murder,  
Thou shalt be hanged, so Lords away with him. Exit Spaniard.  Suss: 
Your Grace may purchase glory from above,  
And entire love from all your people's hearts,  
To make atonement twixt the woeful Princess,  
And our dread sovereign, your most virtuous Queen.  How: 
It were a deed worthy of memory.  Const: 
My Lord she's factious, rather could I wish  
She were married to some private gentleman,  
And with her dower conveyed out of the land,  
Then here to stay and be a mutineer,  
So may your highness state be more secure.  
For whilst she lives wars, and commotions,  
Foul insurrections willbe set abroach,  
I think 'twere not amiss to take her head:  
This land would be in quiet, were she dead.  Suss: 
O my Lord, you speak not charitably.  Phill: 
Nor will we Lords embrace his heedless counsel,  
I do protest as I am King of Spain,  
My utmost power i'll stretch to make them friends,  
Come Lords let's in, my love and wit i'll try  
To end this jar; the Queen shall not deny. Exeunt omnes.  Enter Elizabeth, Beningfeild, Clarentia, Tame, Gage and Barwick. Eliz: 
What fearful terror doth assail my heart?  
Good Gage come hither and resolve me true  
In thy opinion; shall I out live this night,  
I pray thee speak.  Gage: 
Out live this night, I pray Madam why.  Eliz: 
Then to be plain this night I look to die.  Gage: 
O Madam, you were borne to better fortunes,  
That God that made you, will protect you still  
From all your enemies that wish you ill.  Eliz: 
My heart is fearful.  Gage: 
O my honoured Lord,  
As ever you were noble in your thoughts,  
Speak, shall my Lady out live this night, or no?  Tame: 
You much amaze me sir, else heaven forefend.  Gage: 
For if we should imagine any plot,  
Pretending to the hurt of our dear mistress,  
I and my fellows though far unable are  
To stand against your power, will die together.  Tame: 
And I with you would spend my dearest blood,  
To do that virtuous Lady any good.  
Sir Harry, now my charge I must resign,  
The lady's wholly in your custody,  
Yet use her kindly as she well deserves,  
And so I take my leave, Madame adieu. Exit Tame  Eiz: 
My honoured Lord farewell, unwilling I  
With grief and woe must continue,  
Help me to some ink and paper good Sir Harry.  Bening: 
What to do Madam.  Eliz: 
To write a letter to the Queen my sister.  Bening: 
I find not that in my Commission.  Eliz: 
Good jailor urge not thy Commission.  Bening: 
No jailor, but your guardian Madam.  Eliz: 
Then reach me pen and ink.  Bening: 
Madam I dare not, my Commission serves not.  Eliz: 
Thus you have driven me of from time to time,  
Still urging me with your Commission.  
Good jailor be not so severe.  Bening: 
Good madam I entreat you lose that name  
Of jailor, twill be a byword to me and my posterity.  Eliz: 
As often as you name your Commission,  
So often will I call you jailor.  Bening: 
Say I should reach you pen, ink and paper,  
Who be't dare bear a letter sent from you.  Eliz: 
I do not keep a servant so dishonest,  
That would deny me that.  Bening: 
whoever dares, none shall.  Gage: 
madam, impose the letter to my trust,  
Were I to bear it through a field of pikes,  
And in my way ten thousand armed men ambushed,  
I'd make my passage through the midst of them,  
And perforce bear it to the Queen your sister.  Bening: 
Baddy of me, what a bold knave's this?  Eliz: 
Gage leave me to myself,  
Thou ever living power, that givest all hearts,  
Give to my pen, a true persuasive style,  
That it may move my impatient sister's ears,  
And urge her to compassionate my woe. she writes.  Beningfeild takes a book and looks into it. Bening: 
What has she written here? He reads.  
Much suspected by me, nothing proved can be,  
Finis quoth Elizabeth the prisoner,  
Pray god it prove so, soft what book's this,  
Marry a God, what's here an English bible?  
Sanctum Maria pardon this profanation of my heart,  
Water Barwick, water, I'll meddle with't no more.  Eliz: 
My heart is heavy and my heart doth close,  
I am weary of writing, sleepy on the sudden,  
Clarentia, leave me, and command some music  
In the withdrawing chamber. she sleeps.  Bening: 
Your letter shallbe forthcoming Lady,  
I will peruse it ere it scape me now. Exit Beningfeild.  A dumb show. Enter Winchester, Constable, Barwick, and Friars: at the other door 2. Angels: the Friar steps to her, offering to kill her: the Angels drives them back. Exeunt. The Angel opens the Bible, and puts it in her hand as she sleeps, Exeunt Angels, she wakes. Eliz: 
O God, how pleasant was this sleep to me?  
Clarentia, sawst thou nothing?  Cla: 
madam, not I,  
I near slept soundlier for the time.  Eliz: 
Nor heard'st thou nothing?  Cla: 
Neither madam.  Eliz 
Didst not thou put this book into my hand?  Cla: 
madam not I.  Eliz 
Then 'twas by inspiration, heaven I trust  
With his eternal hand, will guide the just.  
What chapter's this? Who so putteth his trust in the Lord,  
Shall not be confounded:  
My saviour thanks, on thee my hope I build,  
Thou lov'st poor Innocents, and art their shield.  Enter Beningfeild, and Gage. Bening: 
Here have you writ a long excuse it seems,  
But no submission to the Queen your sister.  Eliz: 
Should they submit that never wrought offence,  
The Law will always quit wronged Innocence:  
Gage, take my letter, to the Lords commend my humble duty.  Gage: 
madam I fly,  
To give this letter to her majesty:  
Hoping when I return,  
To give you comfort that now sadly mourn. Exeunt omnes preter Ben:  Bening: 
I do write and send, I'll cross you still;  
She shall not speak to any man alive,  
But i'll o'erhear her, no letter nor no token  
Shall ever have access unto her hands,  
But first i'll see it;  
So like a subject to my sovereigns state,  
I will pursue her with my deadly hate.  Enter Clown. Clown: 
O Sir Harry, you look well to your office,  
Yonder's one in the garden with the Princess.  Bening: 
how knave, with the Princess? she parted even now.  Clown: 
ay sir that's all one, but she no sooner came into the  
Garden, but he leapt o'er the wall, and there  
They are together busy in talk Sir.  Bening: 
here's for thy pains, thou art an honest fellow:  
Go take a Guard and apprehend them straight. Exit Clown.  
Bring them before me,  
O this was well found out,  
Now will the Queen commend my diligent care,  
And praise me for my service to her grace.  
Ha, traitors swarm so near about my house,  
'tis time to look into't:  
O well said Barwick,  
where's the prisoner.  Enter Clown, Barwick, and soldiers: leading of a Goat, his sword drawn. Clown: 
Here he is in a string my Lord.  Bening: 
Lord bless us, knave what hast thou there?  Clown: 
This is he I told you was busy in talk with the Princess;  
What 'a did there, you must get out of him by examination.  Bening: 
Why knave, this is a beast.  Clown: 
So may your worship be for any thing that I know.  Bening: 
What art thou knave?  Clown: 
If you worship does not remember me,  
I hope your worship's crupper doth:  
But if you have any thing to say to this honest fellow,  
Who for his grey head and reverent beard is so like,  
He may be a kin to you.  Bening: 
A kin to me, knave i'll have thee whipped.  Clown: 
Then your worship will cry quittance with my  
Posteriors for misusing of yours.  Bening: 
Nay, but dost thou flout me still. He beats him.  Exeunt. Enter Winchester, Gresham with paper, Constable with a pursuivant. Gres: 
I pray your honour to regard my haste,  Winch: 
I know your business, and your haste shall stay,  
As you were speaking my Lord Constable.  Const: 
whenas the King shall come to seal these writes.  Gres: 
My Lord you know his highness treasure stays,  
And cannot be transported this three months,  
Unless that now your honour seal my warrant.  Winch: 
Fellow what then: This warrant that concerns  
The Princess death, shuffle amongst the rest,  
he'll near peruse't.  Gres: 
How, the Princess death? thanks heaven,  
By whom I am made a willing instrument her life to save,  
That may live crowned when thou art in thy grave.  Winch: 
Stand ready pursuivant, Exit Gresham.  
That when 'tis signed,  
Thou mayst be gone, and gallop with the wind.  Enter Phillip, Sussex, and Gage. Phil: 
Our Chancellor Lords, this is our sealing day,  
This our states business; is our signet there?  Enter Howard, and Gresham as he is sealing. Howard: 
Stay your Imperial hand, let not your seal imprint  
Deaths impress in your sister's heart.  Phyl: 
Our sister's heart, Lo: Howard what means this?  How: 
The Chancellor and that injurious Lord,  
Can well expound the meaning.  Winch: 
Oh chance accursed, how came he by this notice?  
Her life is guarded by the hand of heaven,  
And we in vain pursue it.  Phill: 
Lord Chancellor, your dealing is not fair,  
See Lords, what writs affords itself  
To the impress of our scale.  Suss: 
See my Lord, a warrant for the Princess death  
Before she be convicted, what juggling call you this?  
See, see for God's sake.  Gage: 
And a pursuivant ready to post away with it,  
To see it done with speed,  
What flinty breast could brook to see her bleed?  Phill: 
Lord Chancellor, out of our prerogative  
We will make bold to enterlyne your warrant.  Suss: 
Whose plot was this?  How: 
The Chancellors and my Lord Constables.  Suss: 
How was't revealed?  How: 
By this gentleman Master Gresham the king's Agent here.  Suss: 
He hath showed his love to the King & queen's majesties,  
His service to his Country, and care of the Princess.  Gres: 
My duty to them all.  Phill: 
In stead of charging of the Sheriffs with her,  
We here discharge her keeper Beningfeild:  
And where we should have brought her to the block,  
We now will have her brought to Hampton court,  
There to attend the pleasure of the Queen,  
The Pursuivant that should have posted down  
With tidings of her death,  
Bear her the messsage of her reprieved life,  
You master Gage assist his speed, a good days work we ha' made,  
To rescue Innocence so soon betrayed.  Enter Clown and Clarentia. Clo: 
Whether go you so fast mistress Clarentia.  Cla: 
A milking.  Clo: 
A milking, that's a poor office for a madam.  Cla: 
Better be a Milkmaid free, than a madam in bondage.  
Oh hadst thou heard the Princess yesternight,  
Sitting within an arbour all alone to hear a Milkmaid sing,  
It would have moved a flinty heart to melt,  
Weeping and wishing, wishing and weeping,  
A thousand times she with herself debates,  
With the poor Milkmaid to exchange estates,  
She was a Sempster in the tower being a Princess,  
And shall I her poor gentlewoman, disdain  
To be a Milkmaid in the country.  Clo: 
Troth you say true, every one to his fortune,  
As men go to hanging, the time hath been,  
When I would ha' scorned to carry coals, but now the case is altered,  
Every man as far as his talent will stretch.  Enter a gentlewoman. Woman: 
where's mistress Clarentia to horse to horse,  
The Princess is sent for to the Court  
she's gone already, come let's after.  Cla: 
The Princess gone, and I left here behind,  
Come, come our horses shall outstrip the wind.  Clown 
And I'll not be long after you, for I am sure  
My curtal will carry me as fast as your double Gelding.  Exeunt. Enter Elizabeth and Gauge. Eliz: 
I wonder Gage that we have stayed so long,  
So near the Court, and yet have heard no news  
From our displeased sister, this more affrights me  
Then my former troubles, I fear this Hampton court  
willbe my grave.  Gage: 
Good madam, blot such thoughts out of your mind,  
The Lords I know, are still about your suit,  
And make no doubt, but they will so prevail  
Both with the King and Queen, that you shall see  
Their heinous anger willbe turned to love.  Enter Howard. Howard: 
Where is the Princess.  Eliz: 
Welcome my good Lo: Howard what says the Queen,  
Will she admit my sight?  Howard: 
Madam she will, this night she hath appointed,  
That she herself in person means to hear you,  
Protract no time, then come let's hast away. Exeunt.  Enter four torches: Phillip, Winchester, Howard, Shandoyse, Beningfeild, and Attendants. Queen 
Where is the Princess.  How: 
She waits your pleasure at the common stairs.  Queen 
Usher her in by torch light.  How: 
Gentlemen ushers, & gentlemen Pensioners, lights  
For the Princess, attendance gentlemen.  Phill: 
For her supposed virtues, Royal Queen  
Look on your sister with a smiling brow,  
And if her fault merit not too much hate,  
Let her be censured with all lenity,  
Let your deep hatred end where it began,  
She hath been too long banished from the sun.  Queen 
Our favour shallbe far 'bove her desert,  
And she that hath been banished from the light,  
Shall once again behold our cheerful sight.  
You my Lord shall step behind the arras,  
And hear our conference, we'll show her Grace,  
For there shines too much mercy in your face.  Phill: 
We bear this mind, we errors would not feed,  
Nor cherish wrongs, nor yet see Innocents bleed.  Quee. 
Call the Princess. Exeunt for the Princess, Phillip behind the arras.  Enter all with Elizabeth. 
All forbear this place, except our sister now? Exeunt omnes.  Eliz: 
That God that raised you, stay you, and protect  
You from your foes, and clear me from suspect.  Queen 
Wherefore do you cry?  
To see yourself so low, or us so high.  Eliz: 
Neither dread Queen, mine is a womanish tear,  
In part compelled by joy, and part by fear:  
joy of your sight, these brinish tears have bread,  
For fear of my queen's frown, to strike me dead.  Queen 
Sister, I rather think they're tears of spleen.  Eliz: 
You were my sister, now you are my Queen.  Queen 
ay, that's your grief.  Eliz. 
madam, he was my foe, and not your friend  
That hath possessed you so, I am as true a  
Subject to your Grace, as any lives this day,  
Did you but see,  
My heart it bends, far lower than my knee.  Quee. 
we know you can speak well: will you submit?  Eliz: 
My life madam I will, but not as guilty,  
Should I confess  
Fault done by her, that never did transgress.  
I joy to have a sister Queen so royal,  
I would it as much pleased your majesty,  
That you enjoy a sister that's so true:  
If I were guilty of the least offence,  
madam, 'twould taint the blood even in your face,  
The treasons of the father being noble,  
Unnobles all your children, let your grace  
Exact all torture and imprisonment,  
whate'er my greatest enemies can devise,  
And they all have done their worst, yet I  
Will your true subject and true sister die.  Phill: 
Mirror of virtue and bright nature's pride, behind the arras.  
Pity it had been, such beauty should have died  Queen 
You'll not submit but end as you begin.  Eliz: 
madam to death I will, but not to sin.  Queen 
You are not guilty then?  Eliz: 
I think I am not.  Queen 
I am not of your mind.  Eliz: 
I would your highness were.  Queen 
How mean you that.  Eliz: 
To think as I think that my soul is clear.  Queen 
You have been wrong imprisoned then.  Eliz: 
I'll not say so.  Queen 
whate'er we think arise and kiss our hand,  
Say God hath raised you friends.  Eliz: 
Then God hath kept his promise.  Queen 
Promise, why?  Eliz: 
To raise them friends that on his word rely.  Enter Phillip. Phil: 
And may the heavens applaud this unity,  
accursed be they that first procured this wrong,  
Now by my crown, you ha' been kept down too long.  Queen 
Sister this night yourself shall feast with me,  
Tomorrow for the country you are free,  
Lights for the Princess conduct her to her chamber. Exit Eliz:  Phil: 
My soul is joyful that this peace is made,  
A peace that pleaseth heaven and earth, and all,  
Redeeming captive thoughts from captive thrall,  
Fair Queen, the serious business of my father,  
Is now at hand to be accomplished,  
Of your fair sight needs must take my leave,  
Return I shall, though parting cause us grieve.  Queen 
Why should two hearts be forced to separate,  
I know your business but believe me sweet,  
My soul divines we never more shall meet.  Phil: 
Yet fair Queen hope the best I shall return,  
Who met with joy, though now sadly mourn.  Bening: 
What, droops your honour? Exeunt omnes Phil: & Queen.  Winch: 
Oh, I am sick.  Con: 
Where lies your grief?  Winch: 
Where yours and all good subjects else should lie,  
near at the heart, this confirmation I do greatly dread,  
For now our true religion will decay,  
I do divine whoever lives seven year,  
Shall see no Religion here but heresy.  Bening: 
Come come my Lord, this is but for a show,  
Our Queen I warrant wishes in her heart,  
Her sister Princess were without her head.  Winch: 
No, no my Lords, this peace is natural,  
This combination is without deceit,  
But I will once more write to incense the Queen,  
The plot is laid, thus it shallbe performed:  
Sir Harry, you shall go attach her servant  
Upon suspicion, of some treachery,  
Wherein the Princess shallbe accessary,  
If this do fail, my policy is down,  
But I grow faint, the fever steals on me,  
Death like a vulture tires upon my heart,  
I'll leave you two to prosecute this drift,  
My bones to earth I give, to heaven my soul lift.  Ex. omnes. Enter Gage and Clarentia. Gage: 
Madam Clarentia, is my Lady stirring?  Cla: 
Yes master Gage, but heavy at the heart,  
For she was frighted with a dream this night.  
She said, she dreamt her sister was new married,  
And sat upon a high Imperial throne,  
That she herself was cast into a dungeon,  
Where enemies environed her about,  
Offering their weapons to her naked breast;  
Nay they would scarcely give her leave to pray,  
They made such haste to hurry her away.  Gage: 
Heaven shield my Mistress, and make her friends increase,  
Convert her foes, estate her in true peace.  Cla: 
Then did I dream of weddings, and of flowers,  
methought I was within the finest garden,  
That ever mortal eye did yet behold,  
Then straight methought some of the chief were picked  
To dress the bride, O 'twas the rarest show,  
To see the bride go smiling longest the streets,  
As if she went to happiness eternal.  Gage: 
Oh most unhappy dream, my fear is now  
As great as yours, before it was but small,  
Come let's go comfort her, that joys us all.  Exeunt. Enter, A dumb show: six Torches. Sussex bearing the Crown, Howard bearing the Sceptre, the Constable the Mace, Tame the Purse, Shandoyse the Sword, Phillip and Mary; after them the Cardinal Poole, Beningfeild & Attendants: Phillip and Mary confers; he takes leave, and Exit. Nobles bring him to the door, and return; she falls in a swoon; they comfort her; a dead march. Enter four with the hearse of Winchester, with the Sceptre and Purse lying on it, the Queen takes the Sceptre and Mace, and gives it Cardinal Poole; a sennet, and Exeunt Omnes, preter Sussex. Suss: 
Winchester's dead, O God upon even at his death,  
He showed his malice to the sweet young Princess,  
God pardon him, his soul must answer all,  
She's still preserved, and still her foes do fall,  
The Queen is much besotted on these Prelates,  
For there's another raised more base than he,  
Pool that Arch, for truth and honesty.  Enter Beningfeild. Ben: 
My Lord of Sussex I can tell ill news,  
The Cardinal Pool that now was firmly well,  
Is suddenly fallen sick and like to die.  Suss: 
Let him go, why, then there's a fall of Prelates.  
This realm will never stand in perfect state,  
Till all their faction be clear ruinated.  Enter Constable. Const: 
Sir, Harry do you hear the whispering in the Court,  
They say the Queen is craysy very ill.  Suss: 
How hard you that?  Const: 
'tis common through the house.  Enter Howard. How: 
'tis a sad Court my Lord.  Suss. 
What's the matter say: how fairs the Queen?  How: 
Whether in sorrow for the king's departure,  
Or else for grief at Winchester's decease,  
Or else that Cardinal Poole is suddenly dead,  
I cannot tell, but she's exceeding sick.  Suss: 
The state begins to alter.  How: 
Nay more my Lord, I came now from the presence,  
I heard the Doctors whisper it in secret,  
There is no way but one.  Suss: 
God's will be done; whose's with the Queen, my Lord?  How: 
The Duke of Norfolk, the Earl of Oxford,  
The Earl of Arundel, and divers others,  
They are withdrawn into the inward chamber,  
There to take counsel, and entreat your presence.  Suss: 
we'll weight upon their Honours. Exeunt omnes.  Enter Elizabeth, Gage and Clarentia above. Eliz: 
O God, my last night's dream I greatly fear,  
It doth presage my death, good master Gage  
Look to the pathway that doth come from the court,  
I look each minute for death's messenger.  
Would he were here now, so my soul were pure,  
That I with patience might the stroke endure.  Gage: 
madam I see from far a horseman coming,  
This way he bends his speed he comes so fast,  
That he is covered in a cloud of dust,  
And now I have lost his sight, he appears again,  
Making his way over Hill, Hedge, Ditch and Plain:  
One after him, they two strive  
As on the race they had wagered both their lives,  
Another after him.  Eliz: 
O God, what means this haste?  
Pray for my soul, my life cannot long last.  Gage: 
Strange and miraculous, the first being at the gate,  
His horse hath broke his neck, and cast his rider.  Eliz: 
This same is but as prologue to my death,  
My heart is guiltless though they take my breath.  Enter sir Henry Karow. Karow: 
God save the Queen, God save Elizabeth.  Eliz: 
God save the Queen, so all good subjects say:  
I am her subject, and for her still pray.  Karew: 
My horse did you allegiance at the gate,  
For there he broke his neck, and there he lies,  
For I myself had much ado to rise,  
The fall hath bruised me, yet I live to cry,  
God bless your Grace, God bless your majesty.  Gage: 
Long live the Queen, long live your majesty,  Eliz: 
This news is sweet, my heart was sore afraid:  
Rise thou first baron that we ever made.  Karew: 
Thanks to your majesty, happy be my tongue,  
That first breathed right, to one that had such wrong.  Enter sir john Brocket. Broc: 
Am I prevented in my haste, O chance accursed!  
My hopes did soothe me, that I was the first;  
Let not my duty be over swayed by spleen,  
Long live my Sovereign, and God save the Queen.  Eliz: 
Thanks good Sir john, we will deserve your love.  Enter Howard How: 
Though third in order, yet the first in love,  
I tender my allegiance to your Grace,  
Live long fair Queen, thrice happy be your reign,  
He that instates you, your high state maintain.  Eliz: 
Lord Howard thanks you ever were our friend,  
I see your love continues to the end,  
But chiefly, thanks to you my Lord of Hunsdon.  How: 
Meaning this Gentleman?  Eliz: 
The very same;  
His tongue was first proclaimer of our name:  
And trusly Gage in token of our Grace,  
We give to you a captain pensioners place.  How: 
madam the Counsel are here hard at hand.  Eliz: 
We will descend & meet them.  Karew. 
Let's guard our Sovereign praising that power:  
That can throw down and raise within an hour. Ex: omnes.  Enter the Clown, and one more with faggots. Clown 
Come neighbour, come away, every man his faggot,  
And his double pot, for joy of the old queen's death,  
Let bells ring, and children sing.  
For we may have cause to remember,  
The seventeenth day of November.  Enter Lord of Tame. Tame: 
How now my masters what's here to do.  Clo: 
Faith making Bonfires for joy of the new Queen,  
Come sir your penny, and you be a true subject,  
You'll battle with us your faggot, we'll be merry i'fath.  Tame: 
And you do well: and yet methink 'twere fit,  
To spend some funeral tears upon her hearse.  
Who while she lived was dear unto you all.  Clown 
ay, but do not you know the old proverb,  
We must live by the quick, and not by the dead.  Tame: 
Did you not love her father when he lived,  
As dearly as you ere did love any,  
And yet rejoiced at his funeral:  
Likewise her brother you esteemed emed him dear,  
Yet once departed, joyfully you sung,  
Run to make Bonfires, to proclaim your love  
Unto the new, forgetting still the old:  
Now she is gone, how you moan for her,  
Were it not fit a while to moan her hearse,  
And dutifully there rejoice the other;  
Had you the wisest and the lovingest Prince,  
That ever swayed a Sceptre in the world,  
This is the love he shall have after life:  
Let Princes while they live have love or fear 'tis fit,  
For after death, there's none continues it.  Clo: 
By my faith my masters, he speaks wisely,  
Come we'll to the end of the lane, and there we'll  
Make a bonfire and be merry,  
Faith agreed i'll spend my halfpenny towards  
Another faggot, rather than the new Queen shall  
Want a Bonfire. Exeunt manet Tame.  Tame: 
I blame you not, nor do I you commend,  
For you will still the strongest side defend. Exit.  A Sennet. Enter 4. Trumpeters, after them sergeant Trumpeter with a Mace, after him Purse-bearer, Sussex with the Crown, Howard the sceptre, Constable with the Cap of maintenance, Shandoyse with the Sword, Tame with the Collar and a George, four Gentlemen bearing the canopy over the Queen, two Gentlewomen bearing up her train, six gentlemen Pensioners, the Queen takes state. Omnes: 
Long live, long reign our Sovereign.  Eliz: 
We thank you all.  Suss: 
The imperial Crown, I here present your Grace,  
With it my staff of Office and my place.  Eliz: 
Whilst we this Crown so long your place enjoy.  How: 
Th'imperial Sceptre here I offer up.  Eliz: 
Keep it my Lord, and with it be you high admiral.  Const: 
This Cap of maintenance, I present my state  
of Office, and my utmost service.  Eliz: 
Your love we know.  Const: 
Pardon me gracious madam 'twas not spleen,  
But that allegiance that I owed my Queen,  
madam I served her truly at that day,  
And I as truly will your Grace obey,  Eliz: 
We do as freely pardon as you truly serve,  
Only your staff of Office we'll displace,  
In stead of that we'll owe you greater Grace,  Enter Beningfeild. Bening: 
Long live the Queen, long live your Majesty,  
I have bid hard to be the first reporter,  
Of these glad tidings first; and all these here.  Suss: 
You are in your love as free as in your care,  
You're come even just a day after the fair.  Eliz: 
What's he, my jailor?  Bening. 
God preserve your Grace.  Eliz: 
Be not ashamed man, look me in the face,  
Who have you now to patronize your strictness on?  
For your kindness this I will bestow,  
When we have one we would have hardly used  
And cruelly dealt with, you shall be the man,  
This is a day for peace, not for vengeance fit,  
All your good deeds we'll quit, all wrongs remit.  
Where we left off, proceed.  Shand: 
The Sword of justice on my bended knee,  
I to your Grace present, heaven bless your reign.  Eliz: 
This Sword is ours, this staff is yours again.  Tame: 
This Garter with the order of the George,  
Two Ornaments unto the Crown of England,  
I here present.  Eliz: 
Possess them still my Lord, what Offices bear you?  Gage: 
I Captain of your highness Pensioners.  Brock: 
I of your Guard.  
I sergeant Trumpeter present my Mace.  Eliz: 
Some we intend to raise, none to displace;  
Lord Hunsdon, we will one day find a staff  
To poised your hand: you are our cozen,  
And deserve to be employed nearer our person:  
But now to you from whom we take this staff,  
Since Cardinal Poole is now deceased and dead,  
To show all malice from our breast is worn,  
Before you let that Purse and Mace be borne,  
And now to London Lords lead on the way,  
Praising that King, that all Kings else obey.  Sennet about the stage in order, the Maior of London meets them. Maior: 
I from this City London do present,  
This Purse and Bible to your Majesty,  
A thousand of your faithful Citizens,  
In Velvet Coats and Chains well mounted, stay  
To greet their royal Sovereign on the way.  Eliz: 
We thank you all: but first this book I kiss.  
Thou art the way to honour; thou to bliss,  
An English Bible, thanks my good Lord Maior,  
You of our body and our soul have care,  
This is the jewel that we still love best,  
This was our solace when we were distressed,  
This book that hath so long concealed itself,  
So long shut up, so long hid; now Lords see,  
We here unclasp, for ever it is free:  
Who looks for joy, let him this book adore,  
This is true food for rich men and for poor,  
Who drinks of this, is certain near to perish,  
This will the soul with heavenly virtue cherish,  
Lay hand upon this Anchor every soul,  
Your names shallbe in an eternal scroll;  
Who builds on this, dwells in a happy state,  
This is the fountain clear immaculate,  
That happy issue that shall us succeed,  
And in our populous Kingdom this book read:  
For them as for our own selves we humbly pray,  
They may live long and blessed; so lead the way.  
FINIS.