THE LIFE OF THE duchess OF Suffolk.  
As it hath been divers and sundry times acted, with good applause.  
Imprinted by A. M. for Jasper Emery; at Flowerdeluce in Paul's Churchyard. 1631.   


The Actors names.  
Duchess of Suffolk.  
Berty.  
Cranwell.  
Fox.  
Her Servants.  
Duke of Northumberland.  
Earl of Erbaigh.  
Count Palatine.  
Earl of Arundel.  
L. Hunsedon.  
L. Admiral.  
L. Clinton.  
L. Paget.  
Duke Brunswick.  
Latimer, Cranmer, and Ridley.  
Erasmus Roterodamus.  
Bonner and Gardner.  
Doctor Sands.  
M. Goseling a Merchant.  
M. Perecell a Walloon.  
2. captains.  
cluny a Parator.  
2. Tilers.  
Constable.  
Officers.  
A Nurse.  
A Post.  
Messengers.  
A Sexton.  
Burgomasters.  
Keeper.  
Prisoners.  
Country People.    

THE duchess OF Suffolk.  

Actus Primus.  Enter fox. Fox. 
KNights, Gentlemen, and Yeomen,  
attend her grace's service; she'll abroad.  Enter Cranwell ushering the Duchess of Suffolk, a gentlewoman bearing up her train, Bertie, and gentlemen. at the other door Begger Cran. 
Be uncovered Gentlemen.  Fox. 
Rome there, back Beggars.  Dutch. 
Bertie, deal mine Alms.  Ber. 
Pray for the Duchess, friends.  Beg. 
Heavens preserve your Grace.  Exeunt Beg. Enter one with a Letter, delivers it kneeling. Dut. 
What sayest thou? from my King? I kiss his lines,  
As humbly as my infant penitence,  
When due correction threatened mine offence:  She reads and smiles 
I may entreat the Palatine with grace,  
All courtesy and favours, for my sovereign's sake,  
I will present him with smooth countenance,  
But for the point here touching Marriage,  
Beseech my Prince of pardon, since, as yet,  
My Widow's tears are scarce wiped from my cheek,  
Touching the business, about Sir Roger willoughby,  
My dear near kinsman, I'll not return  
You empty handed back, but send  
His highness Parram Lordship to dispose,  
And thank his gracious providence for him.  
Return my salutations on my knee,  
And say my whole possessions are all his,  
Berty reward his pains, On;  Enter Gardner to the Tower guarded. 
Stay, and know the reason of that guard,  
How? give mine eyes the fullness of their wish,  
screen not my joys, I pray stand all aside,  
My Gossip Gardner led unto the Tower,  
'tis pity, nay man leave your courtesy,  
My passion has no tears to answer you,  
Truth now I hope hath got a holiday,  Exit Gardner. 
The tyrant Wolf in hold, the Lambs may play,  
Forward to Sussex house in Barnisby street:  
More objects yet of comfort? what is he?  Enter Bonner guarded to prison. Fox. 
Bonner commanded to the Martialsie.  Dut. 
Faggots will then grow cheap, they say, my Lord,  
That you have bought up all our firewood,  
To send us in a shining flame to heaven,  
But Bertie, see how lean has study made him,  
And his care with sweating in repress of errors,  Enter Sands. 
An Ell will hardly girdle his lean waist.  
Sands, I'll defer your welcome yet from Cambridge,  
To show you here a precedent of zeal.  Bonn. 
Madam these scorns live not with charity,  
My conscience is content to bear this cross.  Dutch. 
And mine as well content that thou shouldst bear it,  
think'st thou I will disburden thy content,  
Good man thou art deceived, my charity  
Shuts up the doors against thy misery,  
I tell thee, all my sorrows are dried up,  
With this sweet breath of comfort, to see thee,  
Infranchise truth by thy captivity.  Bonn. 
Time flatters you awhile, heaven has a power,  
Can change the White to Sable in an hour,  
My wealthier thoughts, yet tell me I shall live,  
these scorns to quittance, your free heart to grieve,  
For time is rich in ransom, she may raise,  
Exit wit● gard●●▪ the scorned and captived Bonner, ware those days.  Exit with gard. Dutch. 
If England's sin deserves that curse again,  
Doubtless my life the truth should still maintain.  Sand. 
The grace of heaven make strong that your resolue.  Dutch. 
Tut Sands, I am no novice to bear off  
The gusty shock of danger, here is proof,  
Hath bid the Cannon of rough threatning grief,  
The deaths of one dear Husband, and two Sons,  
(Regenerate in the fame of their deserts.)  
Have made a violent shot against this breast,  
But by the manly courage of that joy,  
Is knit unto my spirits, to behold  
The exiled truth, now sojourning with time,  
The rage of their repugnancy recoils,  
And I am Mistress of a Virgin heart.  Bert. 
With pardon gracious Madam,  
Could Bertie's rude persuasion please your ears,  
I wish it clothed with Hymen's royalties:  
A husband, like an Ammell, would enrich  
Your golden virtues.  Dutch. 
How Men can praise themselves.  
Marriage is good, but where's the husband good?  
A loving husband, Bertie, true in touch  
May swear, so they willbe, few prove such.  Bert. 
Durst my opinion venture, but to speak him,  
I could commend that merit to your heart,  
As I presume, your fancy would embrace.  Dutch. 
Void all the Chamber, Bertie, but yourself,  
The husband now, come man, fear not to speak,  Exeunt Servants. She sits. 
You have absolution, ere you do begin,  
The husband can report his true deserts.  Bert. 
As much as observations greedy eye,  
Could well retain, keeps warm upon my tongue,  
Which to your noblest consideration was in honour's womb,  
And from her sucked his Nutriment of life,  
His spirit like an ensign doth display  
The worthiness of his heroic birth,  
His more concealed virtues varnish that,  
To make his Comet (merit,) wondered at,  
Nature in moulding of his lineaments,  
Has shamed the cunning workmanship of Art,  
That he is Madam, as your wish would make,  
The richer in desert for your worths sake.  Dutch. 
You have described the substance of a man,  
Such as might ravish the most chastest thoughts,  
Virginity could sin in wish of him,  
For but on my deceased Brandon's breath,  
Did never wait such rich perfections,  
In them I shall but re-espouse mine own,  
Marry one Husband twice, embrace the dead,  
Hug in mine arms a Suffolk buried.  Bert. 
If honourable Love live in a man,  
It guides the virtues of the Palatine.  Dutch. 
The Palatine? has he your wishes voice.  Bert. 
Could it assure him of your fancy's choice.  Dutch. 
His stately honours are unmatched for mine.  Berty. 
His greatness reflects beams into your shine.  Dutch. 
That greatness claims a duty from my heart.  Bert. 
No more than his love offers your desert.  Dutch. 
Your humble eyes see's merit, his will not,  
Our weaker worths in Marriage are forgot.  Bert. 
Nay rather Madam Wedlock doth enrol,  
The special essence of your rare deserts,  
Remembering your perfections.  Dutch. 
ay, they could live in your humility,  
And my affections best afford them thee,  
Whilst thy sweet tongue solicits for thy friend,  
Into thy bosom all my thoughts I send.  Enter Cranwell. 
Cranwell what news.  Cranwell Cran. 
The County Palatine, now king of Poland.  Dutch. 
King of Poland?  Bert. 
Madam survey your thoughts,  
Master your fears, and crown your happiness,  Dutch. 
King of Poland?  Bert. 
You Queen my hopes would see.  Dutch. 
Queen of my rich desires in marrying thee,  
What of this king of Poland?  Cran. 
He stays your grace's leisure,  
Accompanied with the Earl of Arundel.  Enter the Palatine being King of Poland, and Arundell. Dutch. 
Entreat their presence,  
Welcome royal Prince,  
My noble Lord.  Palat. 
Madam, my latest service comes to bring  
An old affection from a new made king.  Dutch. 
My Pristine gratulations thus accept  
The humble proffer of your sovereign heart:  
But let me tell you, my thrice gracious Lord,  
You deal not Kingly, by advantaged means  
To set upon my infancy of Love,  
To ambush lay it by intelligence:  
You know my meaning, there's a privy thief  
I know you set to pillage my affections,  
He durst not else have broke my secrets up.  
His travel has not loitered in your suit,  
Nor will I be ungrateful to his pains.  Enter Fox. 
The Duke Northumberland, with the Earl of Erbaigh,  
Desire to have access unto your grace.  Dutch. 
More suitors? well, they are all welcome; usher them in.  Enter Northumberland, and Erbaigh. North. 
Health and fair fortune  
Wait on suffolk's Duchess.  Dutch. 
Your wishes return their virtues on yourself.  North. 
The king salutes you in my vassal breath,  
And bade me tell you, he received your gift  
With thankful welcome, and bestowed the same  
(Pieced out with honour, from his noble bounty)  
Upon your x Sir Roger Willowby,  
Creating him Lord Willowby of Parram,  
To build remembrance of your gracious gift:  
Further he prays you to entreat this Prince,  
The Earl of Erbaigh with fair courtesy.  Erba. 
Madam, the love of your perfections  
Hath called me hither, and of them I crave,  
A welcome to my loyalty of heart.  Dutch. 
I wish sir, my perfections of that wealth  
To rate so high a merit as yours is:  
But Princes, leave this cheapening of my love,  
It is a bad thing dear.  
Shall I beseech of you my Lord of Poland, and the rest,  
Princes or whosoever tenders me  
The humble service of his noble heart  
As to digest my choice with patience:  
Amongst you I will choose, and at this time  
And in his like inter my widowhood,  
Amongst a throng of merits one but enters,  
One wins the Goal still, though a thousand venters,  
This man must but possess me, let the voice  
Of my affections, please all with her choice.  Arun. 
Pleased or displeased, you women choose your liking,  
And reason you should have it, or all's one  
You'll take a fall to have it; fancies force  
Makes honest plainness often speed the worse,  
Choose Madam choose, and please thine own content.  Berty. 
The king of Poland Madam.  Dutch. 
How this fellow  
Wakes my remembrance for the king of Poland,  
As though my fancy hung upon his tongue,  
I never shot a blunted arrow forth,  
Nor shall my choice recoil upon his worth,  
Whom I'll call mine; come worst of fate,  
Berty I choose thyself my marriage mate,  
Upon this low foundation I erect  
The Palace of mine honours, on this knee  
I place the head of mine authority;  
Let hand from hand exchange their offices,  
What's mine is thine, thine mine, sealed with this kiss.  Arun. 
How madcap Duchess; what and ioyne lips to?  
whate'er we thought, I see it is a match.  Dutch. 
You see blind fancies folly in my choice,  
His worth prevails, nor will I change my voice.  Berty. 
By the dear loyalty my thoughts do owe  
To this unmeasured grace you heap on me,  
And by the virtue of a Christian faith,  
The relish of this blessing is so strong,  
That when I leave to love, I live too long.  Dutch. 
Princes, let your displeasure chide his merit,  
Which stole my love your honours would inherit.  Palat. 
My fury thus bursts forth, to wish increase  
Of your spouse virtues in your lives sweet peace.  Erba. 
My hatred dies not so, but I would see  
Your merits live in your posterity.  Dutch. 
Whereat frown you sir?  Fox. 
I hope it is no breach of duty, to conceal  
Our close affections, they are privileged,  
And I will keep them so, you have my service;  
If it may pleasure, so; if not, I care not:  
I'll mourn mine own sins,  
Take your Cloak and spare not.  Dutch. 
If you be tired with the wearing it,  
Good speed you, I'll not break you back with care.  Fox. 
You have my heart, whilst I an honest ass,  
(For so I count all men of patience,)  
Have laden it with whole loads of businesses,  
With jaunting on your errands, drudged at home,  
With so strong diligence, that sleep could scarce  
Approach my eyelids for a se'ennight's space:  
The honour of your Cellar lives in me,  
You scarce command a throat can gulp a health,  
You think I flatter, take good fellows words,  
And him whose merit claims pre-eminence,  
By their opinion, deal your recompense.  Bert. 
If you mean me, I will not canvas  
With you for the voice of quaint opinion;  
You'll way down the scales,  
Her honourable love, the gift of fate,  
Not due of merit, doth advance my state.  Fox. 
Why sir, might she not bestow her love on me?  Bert. 
She might.  Fox. 
She might, more fool she did not, but all's one  
All friends now, here's my hand, my spleens down.  Bert, 
In this embrace I send a general love,  
To all my fellow servitors:  
I know some lours upon my happiness,  
How undeserved, let my offices  
Of love to you, and duty to her grace,  
In their impartial verdict render up.  Cran. 
O, take my answer as the general voice,  
For from my mouth breathes their opinions:  
She lessens not her honours in your choice,  
But makes you Lord of her affections,  
And them we serve not, but her royalties,  
Which, as they are not lessened, why should we  
Shrink from their service; whom her love doth honor,  
May challenge from us special reverence,  
And so shall you, as homage for that love,  
Whose sovereignty commands our services.  North. 
Consent I see is liberal to this match,  
And offers frankly my applauding heart,  
Wishing of heaven to smile upon your loves,  
That from them may grow up such gallant spirits  
As may renown this land with honoured merits.  Exeunt. Enter Bonner, and Gardner. Bonn. 
Good morrow to my Lord of Winchester;  
How do you like our air i'th' Marshalseas,  
From that i'th' Tower? welcome to't my Lord.  Gard. 
Oh I thank your love,  
But had we once our liberties,  
We would set night upon these morning skies.  Bon. 
Oh that that hour were come, the king once dead.  Gard. 
What's that my Lord of London?  Bon. 
ay, pray man, pray, that heaven would take  
Our good king Edward to yond happy land,  
he's sick, he's sick, heaven take the infant child:  
For this cracked world his virtues are too mild:  
Is not this charitable, what sayst thou man?  Gard. 
But is the king sick?  Bon. 
And princes Mary well,  
Oh how I long to hear his passing bell.  
Soft who comes here.  Enter cluny. Clu. 
Health to my honoured Lords.  Gard. 
That were, thou meanest.  Clu. 
That are, I bring your Lordships from our anointed Queene.  Bon. 
Queen? is Edward dead?  Clu. 
King Edward, of that name the sixth, is dead, and  Bon. 
Who, who I beseech thee, guides the state?  Clu. 
She that repeals you to your former seats,  
Royal Queen Mary.  Gard. 
See.  Bon. 
Good hold my back, this sudden blast of comfort  
Blows me up, where is my rival Ridley and the rest,  
They now shall fire for this.  Clu. 
Sent down to Oxford.  Gard. 
Thence they shall not stir,  
Till fire consume them, if I be Winchester.  Clu. 
By me her highness greets you with that sea,  
Adding unto it, high Chancellor of England.  Bon. 
An office good my Lord may coin revenge  
With justice' stamp to pay our enemies.  Clu. 
My Lord of London, that's your title now,  
Restored unto it with her grace's favour.  Bon. 
And if affection lenify my duty,  
Let me respectless die without her favour.  Exit cluny. Enter Lord Paget. Paget. 
Where be the Lords of Winchester & London?  Bon. 
The good Lord Paget, welcome, pray, what news sir?  Paget. 
Her highness gives us joint commission  
By virtue of this Patent to peruse,  
And cleanse the state of impious sectaries,  
Wherewith it was infected in the days  
Of her deceased brother Edward's reign,  Bon. 
Without affection of affinity.  Paget. 
Of any, not her sister is except.  Bon. 
Then let our Suffolk's Dowager expect  
Answer for her scorned taunts, she threw on me of late  
That hot spirit, fire and flax, Madam faggot stick,  
If she recant not I will faggot her,  
If all the wood in Middlesex can doo 't,  
Or London's Bishopric have means to pay for't  
I'll not niggard her bones and I do, arraign my charity.  Paget. 
I have already sent Process for her husband,  
Forth by cluny.  Enter Bertie and cluny. Bon. 
My man, a trusty fellow  
Worthy employment in the Lollards tower,  
But here comes Bartie, welcome honest cluny  
It was well done, an honest knave, I'll gratify thy love  
As I will quittance such malignant hates.  Ber. 
As whose, an't please your Lordship.  Bon. 
A vengeance flatter you,  
Your courteous ear, wears daggers in your heart.  Ber. 
My ear, my Lord, is servant to my heart.  Bon. 
They serve indeed to guide the envious heart.  Gard. 
Sure I think Bertie be an honest man,  
Religious was his education,  
With our deceased Chancellor whom he served,  
If since his Lady have not weaned him from it.  Ber. 
Your honour still shall find me the same man.  Bon. 
In substance, but how in Religion?  Ber. 
As than a member of the self same Church.  Bon. 
My good Lady your Wife sir, she's not so.  Ber. 
I do beseech your Lordships to suspend  
And smother your opinions till a trial  
Blow up the embers to an open flame,  
Then censure as you find, and give's your doom.  Gard. 
If we but find her answers half so calm.  Bon. 
Yes as thunder, she calm? as a baited Bear,  
I will oppose my disputation,  
Against a College of best discipline,  
Rather than with her brains, she sticks her jests▪  
Like poisoned arrows, in our tender spleens:  
Thinking the sanctuary of her high birth  
To privilege her fond presumption,  Ber. 
My credit sir be pawned.  Bon. 
Your credit tut tut, she hangs upon the mercy of the Queen,  
But it will cast off her opinion.  Bert. 
Should she be cold, my Lords, or set a frown  
Upon the alteration of her faith,  
Your Lordships know the sums of money due,  
From Charles the Emperor to her in the right,  
Of her departed husband, Suffolk's Duke,  
Which if your honourable licence would  
Assign me a free passage to those parts  
To gather up your unexpected love,  
Would heat her good opinion with the zeal.  
Where now the strangeness makes her somewhat stagger.  Bon. 
Let him go my Lords, you shall go speed him hence  
The way is broader unto our revenge,  
Which I have sworn to take upon that Dame,  
Whose scornful taunts did so deprave my fame.  
What says my good Chancellor to this suit.  Gard. 
You have free passage Bertie, when you please.  Ber. 
To scape your envies, if we cross the seas.  Exit Ber. Bon. 
Follow him cluny and when thou thinkest,  
The solemn farewell of divorced lips,  
Hath part this husband from his honoured wife,  
With some especial servants of the Queen  
Enter the Duchess house in Barbican,  
Take a true inventory of all her goods,  
Discharge her household, save a man or two.  
One Woman, and the Nurse that suckles her Child,  
And say you have commandment from the Queen  
To stay there till her highness' further pleasure,  
That she shall walk the highway to the Tower,  
Be gone, perform thine Office carefully,  
And I will pay thy pains as liberally.  Clu. 
I go my Lord, but do you hear the news?  
How doctor Sands is scaped from the king's bench, and fled.  Gard. 
Send forth our warrants into every Coast.  Bon. 
Towards Kent, towards Kent, post cluny, run villain  
How starest thou? pack.  
Live in my bosom if thou bring him back,  
This Sands is Chaplain to yond scornful Duchess,  
And he has ta'en this lesson from her brains,  
That house of sly devices, she's all wit,  
Nor shall I sleep until I ruin it.  Exeunt omnes. 
Finis Actus Primi.   

Actus Secundus.  Enter Bertie and Duchess. Bertie. 
Madam, my promise of your penitence,  
Weighed with the puissance of your high birth,  
Wherein you are allied unto the Queen,  
Calmed the rough Menace of stout Gardner,  
And set a reverence on stern Bonners tongue,  
Humbly to wish your reformation.  Dutch. 
The Queen is near and dear unto my blood,  
In the remembrance of our mother's loves,  
Which chargeth greater sorrow at my heart,  
Than the huge shock of their malignant threats;  
My soul hath lodged the Truth, it shall not thence,  
Whilst this weak flesh displays her airy sense.  Ber. 
But Madam, let your wisdom shut her up,  
Commit her not unto your state to guard,  
But humble your high spirit, sleike your speech,  
That envy may not stumble at mistrust,  
Or find a rub to start suspicion:  
Wear a smooth brow in presence of your foes,  
Be shaken with their threats, retreat your spirit,  
Till they insult upon your patience:  
The Conquest won in your submission,  
They slake the eager pursuit of revenge,  
To give you time to purvey for your scape;  
You know my leave of passage o'er the seas,  
And with what cunning I have coloured it,  
To free my conscience from the gale of fear.  Dutch. 
But still leave mine upon the rock of care.  Ber. 
I go to seek releasement of that care,  
Freely to spread the ensign of your Faith:  
A simple, rustic home of liberty,  
Is worth your honours in captivity.  Dutch. 
It is, it is, and would befit our hues,  
To wear them out in contemplation:  
There should we read, upon the naked walls,  
The first creation of our wretchedness;  
There no intruding objects of gay clothes,  
Embroidered hangings, or rich tapestry,  
Shall wound the service which we owe to heaven.  
Oh M. Bertie, there my wish would be;  
Change honoured woe for poor felicity.  Ber. 
I'll lay a Bark at Leigh shall stay for you,  
To be transported to me at Midelborow.  Dutch. 
But who conducts me to that Bark at Leigh?  
Fear is a trusty guide, it is, it is,  
She that knows no way, that way will not miss,  
I prithee go, my Conscience to set free,  
My tender feet shall learn to follow thee.  Ber. 
I go.  Dutch. 
Yet stay, nay go, alas which way?  
And must we part?  Ber. 
We must,  
My body's here, thou hast my heart along with thee  
Make much o''nt prithee, till we meet again,  
My body and my soul you both retain.  Dutch. 
Slip not my duty, I beseech your love,  
To her for whom my sorrows shed more tears,  
Then is my wounded Conscience charged with fears.  Ber. 
Patience, good Madam.  Dutch. 
Passion Master Bertie,  
My spleen is wounded with compassionate pity,  
I could drop out my Liver, rob my life  
Of her dear essence, with immoderate sighs,  
For that sweet Princes, wronged Elizabeth;  
Now in the gripe of their pernicious hate,  
A guard of Angels ring her life about,  
From the malicious practice of her foes;  
Rebate their furies, cross their treacherous ways,  
Let truth in her outlive these bloody days.  Ber. 
Amen, amen, what shall I deliver to her from your grace?  Dutch. 
A comfortable salutation  
To that heart sorrowing Lady which my prayer  
From heaven has carried to her heart before.  Ber. 
Will you ought else?  Dutch. 
A kind embrace from you, exchange a tear, two,  
And so farewell.  Kisse. Ber. 
Oh this doth clog me more, ways down my speed  
Should bear our fortunes to a soft repose,  
Not daring here to peep out of our thoughts,  
Without the danger of the Vulture's gripe,  
Whose watching eyes of inquisition  
Steals covertly upon our purposes,  
And yet you lag me with your load of griefs.  
I could toss woe for woe until tomorrow,  
But then weed wake the wolf with bleating sorrow.  
With what unwillingness I part from you  
Let that and these received.  Kisse. 
Adieu, adieu.  Exeunt severally Weeping. Enter Cranwell— Cranwell meeteth her Cran. 
Madam.  Dut. 
Now Cranwell, what wouldst thou? thy M. gone.  Cran. 
I am glad he stayed not, to piece out our money  Duke. 
What heavy thought strains moisture from thy heart  Cran. 
To see your greatness struck with envy's dart.  
Her highness' servants have attached your goods,  
Discharging all your household officers.  Du. 
What remedy? this was my expectation: I was armed  
With complete resolution, to abide  
The rigorous wrestle of this stream-born tide.  
Faintest thou at this? than thou wouldst swoon to see  
My honoured state changed to ragged misery.  Cran. 
I will not line to see that.  Dutch. 
Then thy love is tried:  
I thought it would have lackeyed by my side.  Cran. 
How mean you Madam?  
When it tires in service of your Grace,  
May I ne'er more have being on the earth,  
Were you to pass th'extremest of all woe,  
Might I be worthy, I would share with you.  Dutch. 
Upon thy trust, than I repose my life,  
Provide me 'gainst this even a citizen's Gown,  
Ath meanest fashion, like my present fortunes:  
This night I'll hazard to escape from hence,  
Putting my fears into the hand of fate,  
To trample on or readvance my state,  
Wilt thou about it?  Cran. 
With a winged speed:  
To cure your sorrows this manly heart shall bleed.  Exit Cran. Enter Fox, and cluny. Fox. 
Madam this world is changed.  Duchess 
Change thou with it.  Fox. 
Change, and I did it were no heresy:  
These humours grapple with my honesty,  
But they are frantic fits, I let them pass.  Duchess 
Sir what are you?  Clu: 
My name is cluny, and now your grace's keeper.  Dutch. 
I hear you have discharged my household Servants.  Clu: 
It is her highness' pleasure.  Dut: 
Or Bonner's hate, but I accept it with a thankfulness.  Clu: 
All are not yet discharged, but your choice  
May call two men, a woman, and a Nurse.  Duchess 
Nay, Cranwell is all I will beseech of you.  Fox. 
Why Cranwell, more than Fox?  Duchess 
Because more stayed, with him,  
Because of most continuance,  
And longest wearing in my services.  Fox: 
What mean you by this wearing? I am sure,  
My wits are worn as thin as a Paper-leaf:  
But 'tis the fairest end of Serving-men,  
When we have spent the pleasure of our youth,  
e'en sweat it out with painful industry,  
To have such itching slaves to eat us out,  
Do you so light respect me? I as light  
Will make of you, and it come within my power.  Duchess 
Farewell, pull down thy stubborness of spirit:  
There breathes no servant of more honesty:  
willit please your kindness, keeper, usher me,  
To teach my steps to usher misery.  Exeunt Duchess and Clunie. Fox: 
Now Thomas?  
What will you do now, Thomas?  
Your Mistress has discharged you, and your coat, Thomas,  
Which was as dear to you, as your skin, Thomas,  
It is pulled over your ears, what remedy:  
Has Fox ne'er a hole to hide's head in these extremities  
Now I remember my cousin Raynauld lives not far hence,  
To him I'll make repair, and feed on country poultry  
For a while, till I can cry Vindicta on this Duchess.  
Well what I'll do my thoughts not yet approve,  
Fox will prove true to trust, not false to love,  Exit. A cry within follow, follow Enter Hughe Tiler, and jenkin going to work with a trey of Tiles and a Ladder. Til. 
jenkin where art thou, hark what a kennel of hounds  
Gives us our welcome into kent, set up, come & to this gear  
Stamp the frost out of thy feet into the mortar for me,  
I'll catch me a heat or I'll bear it out att'h stones.  Beats his fingers against his sides. Ien. 
A good fire would do better with the fingers ends.  Tiler. 
But a pot of Ale and a toast would do best of all  
With a cold stomach, over go to the Cock  
And see if he came a'th' kind, if his ale will  
Make a man crow, we'll leave our implements here  
They will not run away, and here's no great crowd  
Of People i'th' town, but if they be stolen, we may find 'em  
Come jenken, nimbly and stay by't.  Exeunt. A cry within follow, follow. Enter Sands, looking about. Sands. 
Whither now wilt thou dispose thyself  
From the enraged pursuit of this search  
That with their fresh breathings have oft tired thee,  
After so many hazards, whence my care  
Has sweat in water to redeem my fear,  
Must I at last be forced to yield and die  Finds the Tilers things. 
Oh grief, but who can slip his destiny  
They come and I am tired,  
thanks heaven I have found a means  
I hope to shelter me in these extremes.  Goeth up the Ladder and works. Enter cluny, with many Officers. cluny. 
Follow, pursue with swiftness and he's ours,  
Soft here's a Tiler, we'll inquire of him  Sands sings 
Which way he took, sirrah you Tiler ho  
Durtdauber with a vengeance answer me,  
leave singing of your neck verse, Rogue your best  
Lest it prove so indeed, you'll answerer'  
Tiler ho.  Shakes the Ladder. Sands. 
Say you sir, say you.  cluny. 
Say you goodman rascal?  
Saw you not a man pass this way  
With a speedy course but now.  Sands. 
He crossed down that way.  cluny. 
How the devil did we miss him?  
tired I hold my life, and tayne some barn,  
Or privy shed; come let's back, search every nook,  
Ransack the bushes, in each corner look.  Exeunt. Sands. 
How strong my spirit is to call them back,  
Armed with the steeled proof of innocence,  
That can rebate the edge of tyranny,  
Invulnerable innocence she would go,  
But yet this flesh is frail and full of fears,  
To keep the soul from yond Celestial spheres,  
Thy will be done my maker, whose great hand  
Hath now my life from scorching malice fanned.  Exit. Ienkes, 
Come away Hugh ti ti tiler,  
Now we have lined our backs,  
And warmed our bellies,  
let's do our days work in an hour  
And drink ourselves drunk all the day after.  Til. 
Whope, why the Cock ale has spurred thee already.  Ien. 
Thou art a Coxcomb to say so, I will run up, and Come down my Ladder as nimble as a Squirrel.  Tiler, 
For going up I know not, but thou'lt come down With thy head forward.  Ien. 
Why then that's a trick more than ever thou sawest in thy life, oh in my ale I can do any thing, tumble like an elephant.  Enter cluny, and Officers. cluny. 
Now where's this Tiler.  Ienkin. 
At hand quoth pickpurse,  
ha' you any work for a tiler.  Clu. 
Not so much work sir as you have made for the searcher.  
And which way crossed the man?  Ien. 
Should there not be two hundred of slates, sayst thou?  Clu. 
Answer me hobby-horse,  
Which way crossed he you saw enough?  Ien. 
Who do you speak to sir,  
We have forgot the hobby-horse.  Tiler. 
Yes truly sir,  
Look well amongst yourselves for him.  Clu. 
The man, the man sirrah Saunders, that you said you saw.  Ien. 
That I saw said you, all that I saw was a russet  
Gentleman with a toasted Cullisance, and he went down  
Gutter-lane I assure you.  Clu. 
That's as true as Sands crossed this way, and we not see him.  Tiler. 
Did he cross this way and you not see him, the more blind buzzard you.  Clu. 
You told us sirrah enough, he went this way.  Ien. 
Who I, than I told you a lie, for I was then sipping my morning draught.  Clu 
Say fellows did not he direct us thither.  Ien. 
ay, who I? jenken the Tiler.  Watch. 
I you.  Ien. 
Bless my slating, is the devil amongst you, that you fall so fast a lying, if I saw any of you before would every slate I have were in your bellies, why do you not know jenken the Tiler.  Tiler. 
Nor hugh the good Duchess of Suffolk's man.  Clu. 
The Duchess man, an Heretic.  Ien. 
Nay nay, that's most certain, what's an Earwig sir, a good fellow I hope.  Clu, 
You shall have that defined,  
When you come before my Lord.  Tiler, 
Oh by no means,  
He spits nothing but fire and faggot-sticks.  Ien. 
No matter, I have ale enough in my belly to  
Quench 'em.  Clu. 
So guard them safe, these villains have conveyed  
That traitor Sands their fellow, hence.  Ienk. 
Not I, I desire you, I renounce and confound you.  Clu. 
Dam up the brick bat's mouth, convey them hence,  
'tis they shall pay the price of Sands offence.  Exeunt omnes. Enter Duchess like a citizen's Wife with Cranwell. Dutch. 
Cranwell.  Cranw. 
Madam.  Dutch. 
Speak softly, where is Nurse, speak softly prithee Lord, why loiters she, but call her not: soft, soft, what creaking shoes hast thou got Cranw. to betray our feares, put off them traitors.  Cranw. 
Madam.  Dutch. 
Thou speakest too loud.  Cran. 
Neither my tongue, nor shoes, can reach an eare.  Dutch. 
Yes Cranwell but they do of jealous fear.  
My life is on the hazard of this game  
And I mistrust each step will cheat the same.  Cran. 
O that the poison of this fear were once removed.  Dutch. 
We should not then halt here  
The poison hath the treason of my foes,  
I wish but patience to abide their blows,  
But who comes here, Nurse, with a candle light  
'tis darkness woman must guide out our fear.  Enter Nurse with a Candle. cluny aboue. Clu. 
What light is that there ho?  Dutch. 
Nurse what hast thou done?  
Disperse away, to Lion key begone.  Clu. 
What ho, will none speak there, awake the guard.  Dut. 
What stay you for, for heaven's sake will you go,  
Good Cranwell, sweet Nurse, linger not my woe.  Cran. 
How will you find that way you yet ne'er went?  Dutch. 
I'll 'trust in him that guides the Innocent,  
Give me my Child, & Mantle, now heaven's pleasure:  Exe. Cranwell and Nurse. 
Frewell, come life or death, I'll hug my treasure,  
Nay chide not pretty babe, our enemies come  
Thy crying will pronounce thy mother's doom.  cluny within. Clu. 
she's gone, she's gone.  Dutch. 
Not far, but be thou still  
This gate may shade us from their envious will.  Exit. Enter cluny and Garde. Clu. 
Gone, gone, pursue her or we are undone.  Exeunt with Guard. Enter Duchess. Dutch 
Oh fear what art thou! lend me wings to file,  
Direct me in this plunge of misery,  
Nature has taught the Child obedience,  
Thou hast been humble to thy mother's wish,  
Oh let me kiss these duteous lips of thine,  
That would not kill thy mother with a cry,  
Now forward whither heaven directs, for I  
Can guide no better than thine infancy,  
Here are two Pilgrims bound to Lion-key,  
And neither knows one footstep of the way,  
Return you, then 'tis time to shift me hence.  Exit. Enter cluny with Guards. Clu. 
Search every corner, here, behind this gate  
Her mantle, oh the luck, had we but stayed  
To search this nook, when fury bore us hence  
With violence to overtake her course,  
We had prevented her intended scape  
But what heaven would not, could not, 'tis decreed,  
Her innocent life, should not by envy bleed:  
But here we stint not, to pursue her flight,  
I know 'twill boil up Bonners rancorous spite.  Exeunt. Enter Duchess. Dutch. 
Thus far, but Heaven knows where we have escaped  
The eager pursuit of our enemies,  
Having for guidance my attentive fear,  
Still I look back, still start my tired feet,  
Which never till now measured London street,  
My honours scorned that custom, they would ride,  
Now forced to walk, more weary pain to bide:  
Thou shalt not do so child, I'll carry thee  
In sorrows arms to welcome misery,  
Custom must steel thy youth with pinching want,  
That thy great birth, in age may bear with scant,  
Sleep peaceably sweet duck, and make no noise  
methinks each step is deaths arresting voice,  
We shall meet Nurse anon, a dug will come  
To please my quiet infant, when, Nurse, when?  Enter Nurse. Nurse. 
Who's that calls Nurse?  Dutch. 
ay me I am o'erheard.  She hides herselfe. Enter Cranwell. Nurse. 
Master Cranwell.  Cranw. 
Who goes there? Nurse?  Dutch. 
Cranwell.  Cranw. 
Madam.  Nurse: 
My sweet Lady.  Dutc. 
Whist honest Nurse? how strangely are we met?  Cranw. 
It is the place where you appointed us.  Dutch. 
Then heaven is gracious to my ignorance,  
For had this night worn on the pride of day,  
By I it could not have found out the way.  Nurse. 
Are you not weary Madam?  Dut. 
Admit I be, let patience ease all, there's no remedy:  
Within cry. For Gravesend hoe.  Dutch. 
What's that, he frighted me.  Cranw. 
They call for their passengers to Graves-end.  Dut. 
Pass we our fears with them, there stays at Lee  
A Bark that will redeem our liberty,  
If you dare venture, with my fortunes go,  
A tide of joy, may turn this stream of Woe.  Cranw. 
How you resolve of me, I know not, try,  
And when I shrink, brand me with infamy.  Dut. 
In heaven's name, on then, fellows all in sorrow,  
When we stand need, we'll mutual comfort borrow.  Exeunt. Enter Bonner, Gardner, cluny, jenkin and Tiler, guarded. Bon. 
My Lord sit down, stand forth thou hypocrite.  Ien. 
I never drunk hippocras in my life sir,  
'twas strong Ale that I am guilty of.  Bon. 
cluny give evidence against this wretch,  
Hath set his hand to help a traitor hence.  Ien. 
Indeed my Lord I am no Traitor, I am a Tiler,  
cluny tells your Lordship a fable, we saw no such Man, not we.  Gard. 
No, wilt thou obstinately stand in it,  
Didst not thou lend him a disguise, employ him  
'mongst other labourers about thy work,  
And yet wilt thou deny thou art no Traitor.  Bon. 
Slave, Villain, Dog,  
Have we not here the honest testimony  
Of mine own Parator, that saw him clothed  
In thy apparel, and darest thou deny it,  
Faggots, faggots, hence toth' stake with him.  Ien. 
Oh good my Lord, I shall never endure it,  
I was once but burned i'th' hand, and I have been  
The worse for't ever since, do but hear me,  
Prove that I had any other apparel this seven years,  
Then that you see upon my back, and burn me not,  
But cut me into rashers, and broil me for Carbonadoes.  Clu. 
My Lords as I am cluny, and your Parator,  
This counterfeit simplicitude was he,  
That 'twixt the hours of 12. and 1. at Noon,  
Conveyed the impious Traitor from our search,  
By shifting him into his homely rags.  Ien. 
Twixt 12. and 1. ne'er trust me, but at that very time I and my fellow here, (canst thou speak nothinge for thyself) were at dinner at mother Puttocks, with a piece of a Tripe and a black-pudding, by the same token there was a candle's end in't as long as my thumb.  Bon. 
So, so, youare a cunning Knave, but sirrah, sirrah,  
This cannot serve your turn, you rescued him,  
And that byth' law is held as Capital,  
As if thyself wert guilty of the crime.  Gard. 
His crime my Lord is it not manifest,  
That he's a favourer of these Schismatics,  
And what is that but flat rebellion.  Bon. 
Go too, he must fry for't, he, shall I say the word,  
Bonner that ere long will purge this land with bonfires,  
We come not with the Olive branch of Peace,  
But with the sword of justice, these Hydras-heads will still  
Be flourishing, unless at once we give't a fatal stroke,  
Let them convert to ashes, let them burn,  
So shall the State be quiet: how now, what news?  
What have you caught the Duchess.  Enter Messenger. Mess. 
Most strangely sir, she did escape my hands,  
Besides at Billingsgate have I kept narrow search,  
Yet for my life could set no eye on her.  Bon. 
But we have all this while ta'en a wrong course,  
Shall we imagine being hunted thus:  
She would commit the safeguard of her life  
To common passage, where she was assured  
There would be diligent weight laid for her:  
No, she's more subtle, all the world, my Lord,  
Shall not persuade, but she's in England still,  
In Margot, Lee, or some such bordering town.  Messen. 
And in good time I met a man of hers,  
One Fox, my Lord, a fellow, as it seems,  
Disgraced by her, that told me we were wide  
In that we went about.  Gard. 
Where met you him.  Messen. 
Coming from Algate.  Bonn. 
Would he not confess  
Which way his Lady Mistress was escaped?  Mes. 
With much ado my Lords, with threats and promises,  
At last he told me he would bring  
Where we might trace her, and entrap her too.  Bon. 
Why brought you not that fellow to our presence?  
He shall have dispensation how he will,  
So he be trusty, and perform his word.  Messen. 
He promised faithfully to meet me here.  Bon. 
Well if he come, your ear.  They whisper. Enter Fox. Fox. 
Now Fox devise to qualify  
Thy nature to thy name,  
These be mere Cannibals  
That take no pleasure but in sucking blood,  
And though unluckily it was thy chance,  
To fall into their hands, yet be not thou  
( however outward grievances may urge)  
A traitor to thy Lady; smooth with these,  
That under colour to betray the Duchess,  
She may have safer liberty to pass.  Messen. 
See my Lords, he's come.  Bon. 
Come hither sirrah, you did serve the Duchess,  
And 'tis no doubt but you can give us notice  
Which way she's fled, stand no upon nice terms  
As fearing to incur some deadly sin,  
But tell us plainly which way she is gone.  Fox. 
My Lords, I cannot readily discover  
Which way she's gone, by reason I have been  
Long in disgrace, and quite dismissed the house,  
But sure it is, she went disguised from hence,  
And 'tis not possible but she must lurk,  
Within some Haven town near to the coast.  Gard. 
What Town, as thou imaginest?  Fox. 
My Lords I think toward Dover,  
Or the Downs of Kent.  Bon. 
Nay that's not likely, soft, some  A horne. 
News I hope.  Enter A Post. Post. 
Health to this honourable presence,  
I come to certify your Lordships all,  
That as we kept the Ports on Essex side,  
'twas credibly reported, that the Duchess  
With little or no train, is lodged in Lee,  
And for she is disguised, and our Commission  
Expired the date, we crave a fresh supply,  
And some direction how to intercept her.  Bon. 
No better means than to renew our warrant,  
And send this fellow with it that doth know her,  
Into what shape soe'er she be transformed.  
It shall be so, I thank thee pursuivant  
For thy good news, it glads me at the heart,  
I shall at length be even with this proud Duchess,  
At Lee in Essex, oh 'tis excellent:  
But I will tell you how't shall be my Lord,  
Fox shall not go alone, cluny and I  
Will bear him company, and withal, ha, ha,  
I cannot choose but laugh to tell the rest,  
As she's disguised to hide her from my sight,  
So will I be, to take her, in her slight,  
Is it not good, is it not rare my Lord,  
Nay is it not the best that ere you heard,  
When subtlety by fraud shall be debarred,  
I warrant you she's ours cluny, Fox come hither,  
Provide you straight, Fox thou shalt go with me,  
Ha, wilt thou not.  Fox. 
(A plague upon you,) I must answer, I.  
howe'er my heart abhor this treachery,  
My Lord I will.  Bon. 
Why now thou pleasest me,  
And I will richly recompense thy pains,  
But for we will not, our affairs at home,  
In the mean time be slacked, or intermitted,  
You my good Lords shall have a special care  
About it straight, Fox, cluny, follow me,  
This is to Bonner chief felicity.  Exeunt all but Fox, and Ienken. Fox. 
Yes, I will follow,  
Though not further ye,  
I trust this is a means ordained of Heaven,  
To bridle this bloodsuckers cruelty,  
But how now, what art thou.  Ienken. 
Marry sir an honest man and a Tiler, that was sent for hither to be examined about wan M. Sands, and it seems for joy they have to know where the Duchess is, they have forgotten me, what were I best to do.  Fox. 
What else but get thee home unto thy house,  
Away be packing, since they have forgot thee,  
Do not thou tarry to revive their memory.  Ien. 
Nay if I put them in mind on't, let me be choked,  
For want of drink, since Ale thou art so lucky,  
I'll take the other pot while it is nappy.  Exit Ienken, 
Finis Actus Secundi.   

Actus Tertius.  Enter Duchess, Cranwell, Nurse, the Child, Sands, Master Goseling a Merchant. Goseli. 
Most honoured Princes, think yourself as safe,  
In my protection at this town of Lee,  
As in the strongest hold you do possess.  Dut: 
Good M. Goseling now we fly to you  
As to our harbour, in your hands it lies,  
Either to comfort, or confound our lives?  Sands. 
We now are chased by many savage men,  
That with bloodthirstiness pursue our deaths,  
Being yet within the closure of their arms,  
And desperate of all hope to you we fly.  Cranw. 
x Goseling 'mongst a world of other men.  
The providence of heaven chose out you,  
Either to be made famous for true faith,  
Or by disloyal dealing infamous,  
Presuming on your perfect honesty,  
I brought my noble mistress, this grave Doctor,  
This infant Lady, and present us all,  
To your safe conduct: o betray our lives,  
Bonner will give you gold, woe to that good  
That bad men get, by selling guiltless blood,  
If any such thought have possessed your heart,  
Make Merchandise of mine, let these escape,  
For these are precious in the eyes of heaven,  
Let them depart, lead me to Bonner first,  
Happy my blood, to quench his raging thirst.  Gosel. 
x I wonder, what desert of mine  
Hath bred in you this bad opinion,  
But I impute it rather to the zeal  
You bear your lady's safety, than the thought  
Of any treason you discern in me,  
Madam my life, yet out of danger's gripe,  
I thrust into your peril, witness heaven,  
I take upon me to conceal your flight,  
And now I am as deep in Bonners hate  
As near to danger, as the next to death,  
Be confident in me, the zeal I bear,  
To the sincere profession of the truth,  
Is a sure guard for you to trust upon.  Dut. 
The poorest Princes, only rich in faith,  
Will pay you a large bounty of her prayers,  
Remember than you call me Mistress White,  
For by that name I passed from Billingsgate,  
Thence to Graves-end, and so from thence to Lee,  
Where under your protection we remain.  Sands. 
In every place we here the Hue and Cry,  
Pursue our fearful flight, in every town  
We hear the voice of persecution.  Noise within. Craenw. 
And hark I here the officers within  
If we be known, we are but dead.  Gosel. 
Tush Mistress White,  
That name shall give free scope unto your flight.  Enter Constable, and Officers. Consta 
Good you, good even M. Gosseling,  
Good you, good even.  Gosel. 
Welcome good M. Constable,  
what's the news with you.  Consta. 
Marry we have a warrant here from the high Commission, to seek for a Duchess, and certain other People, that are in her company, as Doctor Sands, and one Master Cranwell, her Gentleman-usher, we are commanded to search your house for such suspected Persons.  Gosel. 
See M. Constable, with me remains  
No more than these, if Mistress White my daughter,  
Come with her Child, and Nurse to visit me,  
With this her husband, this her husband's father,  
If you think her a Duchess, him a Doctor,  
Than you may apprehend them at your pleasure,  
If not, you had best to make a further search,  
For I protest, no stranger more than these,  
Harbours within my roof.  Con. 
I take your word sir, and yet I will not, I wil search within.  
She a Duchess bless her good Woman,  
Good Mistress White y'are welcome to Lee, as I may say within.  
We have an honest neighbour of your Father,  
Is this your Child, heaven bless the little mops,  
Alack, alack, it is as like the Grandsire  
As ever it may look, my pretty duck.  Enter Fox. Fox. 
Where's M. Constable, have you made search,  
In these suspicious houses.  Dut. 
Good heaven protect us, now we are betrayed,  
This Villain will, I fear, discover us.  Fox. 
I know her, them, and all.  Dutch. 
Good M. Goseling stand to us now,  
Or we are betrayed.  Gosel. 
Get you into my house.  Fox. 
Stand there attend there M. Constable,  
My M. Doctor Bonner in disguise,  
Stays at the gate, let me survey these parties.  Cranw. 
Thou knowest us Fox, we have been fellow servants,  
Confer the years past, with the present times,  
And it will make thy flinty heart relent.  Fox. 
I know thee not.  Cranw. 
O Fox, she hath been the most honoured Mistris,  
That ever servant served, stay me,  
And whilst their bloody hands are busied,  
With seizing me, let her, and these escape.  Fox. 
Peace fellow, now no fellows, thy Mistr. when she was  
In prosperity, turned me off, and therefore I will not know  
Her in extremity.  Cranw. 
Wilt thou not know her in extremity,  
Ungrateful villain.  Fox. 
No sir, I will not, I come to look a Duchess,  
Woman be gone, I know thee not, thou a Doct, thou a dunce,  
Get thee gone, Cranwell I knew, he was my fellow servant,  
Thee I know not, thou art a paltry fellow,  
Away Goseling, take in your geese,  
Ship them at your pleasure, when the coast is clear,  
I myself will give you a watchword.  Sands. 
The fellow may mean well, let us withdraw.  Dut. 
I now perceive, I have done his faith much wrong,  
His heart has no relation to his tongue.  Exeunt. Fox. 
Away, where's the Constable.  
here's neither Cranwell, Sands, Duchess, nor Child,  
Go call in my Lord Bonner.  Enter Bonner, and cluny. Bonn. 
Fox.  Fox. 
My Lord.  Bon. 
What hast thou found them Fox?  Fox. 
My Lord we had a wrong intelligence,  
But thus you shall surprise them, pass they cannot  
But by this way, now will we watch these passages,  
For now the tide's at height, if they intend  
To ship themselves, it must be presently,  
Place yourself here, directly by this well,  
By you cluny, here I mean to stand,  
Guard that place well, by me this shall be manned.  Bon. 
Stand by me cluny, Fox, I'll pay thee well,  
If by thy means we catch these miscreants,  
'twill be thy making Fox, M. constable where will you stand.  Fox. 
Let him keep that way, that bears to landward,  
That way, I am sure they will not take,  
Go make a strong watch there.  Con. 
I warrant you M. Fox, let us alone to guard that passage.  Clu. 
My Lord, you had best sit for your ease.  Exit Con. Bon. 
Oh I could watch hours, days, nights, months, yeeres,  
So I might see their hearts weep bloody tears.  Fox. 
Look you stand sure Lord Bonner, for I hope,  
Anon you'll need a bucket, and a rope.  Enter Goseling, Duchess, Sands, Cranwell, Nurse, and Child. Gose. 
Keep close together, lest you lose your train,  
My bark is ready to receive you straight,  
That way you need must take, I'll not be seen,  
Heaven be your guide, with me you have not been.  Exit. Dutch. 
Good sir farewell, my prayers on you attend,  
I will report you for a PRINCE's friend.  Fox. 
Stand, trust me and keep on,  
whate'er you see shrink not, away begone,  
My Lord they come, they come, away, away.  Bon. 
Help, help, for heaven's sake help.  Exeunt they. Clu. 
My Lord is in the well.  Fox. 
A rope for Bishop Bonner, cluny run,  
Call help, a rope, or we are all undone.  Clu. 
I'll to the watch for help.  Exit Clunie. Bon. 
Help, help, good Fox.  Fox. 
Soft Bonner, not too fast  
Here is no coming out till they be past,  
My arms too short my Lord, a rope is coming.  Enter cluny, Constable, Watch, with Ropes. Clu. 
Here in this well, ropes, ropes my masters.  Fox. 
By this they are far enough,  
Well done my Masters, lends your hands,  
Draw Dun out of the ditch.  
Draw, pull, help all, so, so, well done.  They pull him out. Bon. 
Oh Fox oh cluny, oh my Masters all,  
I am almost drowned, oh lead me to some fire.  
Oh Fox, what meanest thou to rush with such rude force.  Fox. 
What would you have me do, I saw them coming,  
And I had not the power to stay myself.  Enter Goseling. Bon. 
And are they passed.  Gose. 
What stand you trifling here, what seek you for?  
If for the Duchess, if for Doctor Sands,  
For Cranwell, and the rest, they in disguise,  
Are got aboard a Ship, and with full sails,  
Fly from the Shore.  Bon. 
Thou tell'st me a sad tale,  
Post Fox, run cluny, hire a bark with speed,  
Goseling we were suspicious of thy faith,  
But by this message, thou hast cleared thyself,  
See Goseling, I am almost drowned.  Gos. 
I am sorry for your honour, that you 'scaped.  Bon. 
Tush we trifle time in their vain pursuit,  
Thou shalt have gold Fox; cluny, thou reward,  
Help me to fire good Goseling, Fox away,  
We lose much expedition by thy stay.  Fox. 
I'll after them my Lord.  Bon. 
May all things prosper to thy hearts desire,  
Come Goseling, prithee lead me to a fire.  Exeunt Omnes. Enter Bartie, and Pericell a Walloune. Bertie. 
And as I told you sir, with that excuse,  
I grounded this my colourable passage,  
And sent a ship, which stays for her at Lee,  
Where by appointment she had promised meeting,  
But She is so watched, so guarded, and so bar,  
Of her true servants presence and access,  
That I despair of her arrival here.  Pere. 
Good M. Bertie, cheer your drooping thoughts,  
We are Walloons, but in subjection,  
And strict obedience to the church of Rome,  
Rewards and promises, are sent abroad,  
To every foreign Prince, and Burgomaster,  
To stay the Duchess, for the rumor runs,  
She is escaped already from her house.  Enter Sands. Ber. 
'tis very certain M. perecell,  
Now shall we hear some news,  
Here's Doctor Sands.  Sands. 
News of the Duchess, that will please but ill,  
I will forbear to speak of our escapes,  
All which were winged, with fortune, and success,  
And tell you of one hapless accident,  
We all took Ship at Lee, but not together,  
For I alone passed in a Hollander,  
No sooner did the wind blow from the shore,  
But rose a tempest, which dispersed our ships,  
And we might see the Bark wherein she went,  
By violence of the waves forced back again,  
Even to the haven's mouth.  Ber. 
Even to deaths lean arms,  
Thy tragic news, hath slain me M. Sands,  
We are as one, and what beside her person,  
I feel in a true essence of her grief.  Pere. 
In these extremes, 'tis good to hope the best.  Ber. 
Oh M. Perecill, the worst of ills,  
Falls on her head, and can I hope the best,  
she's like a Lamb, trapped with a herd of Wolves,  
A harmless Dove amongst a thousand Hawks,  
If she returned, what providence can save,  
A body doomed already to the grave.  Enter Cranwell, Duchess Nurse, Child. Sands. 
See M. Bertie, lift up your sad eyes.  Dutch. 
Bertie.  Bertie. 
Madam.  Kiss. Sands. 
Oh see the meeting of two faithful souls,  
What a sweet union it doth make of hearts,  
When one another mutual joy imparts.  Dutch. 
Defer the story, of our dangers past,  
To acquaint us with some comfortable aid.  Bert. 
Oh pardon me one minute gentle Madam,  
If I delay your fair request a little,  
To take my fellow servants by the hand,  
Good M. Cranwell, the firm loyalty,  
You bear you Mistress, in her great extremes,  
Shall be recorded in a book of Brass.  Cranw. 
Alas I have scanted of my duty much,  
My liberal will's joined with unable power,  
With my true service I do join my life,  
And owe them both, unto your princely Wife.  Bert. 
You are a Mirror, Nurse, so art thou,  
Thy noble carriage, thus I Kiss with joy,  
Alas poor Lady, thou, ere thou canst go,  
Art forced to leave thy country, thy return,  
Will make them smile, that now are forced to mourn,  
Thy infancy in Pilgrimage is spent,  
Yet thy abode hereafter shall be Kent,  
And be an honoured Countess of that name,  
For so my true divining spirits do aim.  Dutch. 
What Gentleman is that.  Bert. 
'tis a Walloone Feris de Ryviers, alias Perecell.  Dutch. 
May we repose with him?  Bert. 
Madam you may not,  
Neither in this place may I challenge you,  
For I am noted, and your coming hither,  
Both promised, and expected by great men,  
Who to surprise you, have received reward,  
All Ports are laid, all passages are stopped,  
Search, and inquiry posts through every town.  Pere. 
Madam 'tis true, nor would I have you stay,  
In Emden long, for you are laid for here.  Dutch. 
What shall we then do?  Sands. 
Madam, let's to Santon,  
Let M. Bertie stay with Perecell,  
And meet us there hereafter.  Dutch. 
Content, let it be so,  
Never two lovers, Married to more woe,  
Here meet we, and here part we, oh short pleasure,  
Which fortune serves us, in too small a measure.  Bert. 
My body is divided in the midst,  
That way goes half my heart, and this way other,  
Necessity thy stern deeds I beshrew,  
That thy rude hand, gives us the parting blow,  
At Santon I will meet you Madam, here  
I dare not know you, so adieu my dear.  Exeunt Berty, Perecell. Dutch. 
Berty farewell, to Santon bound we are,  
With these companions, and our conduct care,  
You people happy in a land of peace,  
That joy your consciences, with the world's increase,  
Look with indifference into my sad life,  
Here my poor husband, dares not know his wife,  
And I a prince's, to avoid like danger,  
Must use my own dear husband, as a stranger,  
Towards Santon we, through deserts, any way,  
Though all should leave me, I for grief must stay.  Cranw. 
Madam, you see what strictness, we are forced to.  
let's wing our feet, till we can get to Santon,  Sands. 
Madam, let me admire your constancy,  
For heaven hath proved your patience every way,  
Yet you are confident, and more your zeal to try,  
you're forced your loyal husband to deny,  Cran. 
Then what pale trembling cowards heart would faint,  
To wade through danger with so pure a saint?  Enter 4. or 5. thieves. 1. Thief. 
A booty, stend, despoil them, down with them.  Dutch. 
We are beset with thieves.  Sands. 
Sands, thou must fly,  
For weaponless, thou canst no mastery try.  Exit Sands. Nurse. 
thieves, thieves.  Exit Nurse, and Child. 1. Thief. 
Pursue them not, let's seize on them that stay,  Fight, wound Cranwell. Cranw. 
Slaves, you have murdered me.  Thief. 
No matter, seize on her, and rifle both,  
Ha, by my faith a gallant lusty wench,  
'tis the best booty, that we met this month.  Dut. 
Oh my true servant's death, doth grieve me more,  
Than all the sorrows that I felt before.  They draw her aside to rifle her. Enter Bertie. Ber. 
I am jealous of the safety of my wife,  
And to escape the better through the woods,  
I have clothed myself thus in an outlaw's shape,  
Oh, sight of ruth, my fellow Cranwell slain:  
My wife grasped in the arms of ravishers,  
Then heaven instruct me with some present means,  
That I may find some aid to rescue them,  
I have it, a booty, a booty, a brave booty:  
But we want help, and aid to compass it,  
four wealthy Merchants, are come down this hill,  
Some little aid, and we shall share them all.  2. Thief. 
Some of you look to see the Woman safe,  
I'll help to take the booty.  3. Thief. 
And so will I.  1. Thief. 
One bird i'th' hand's worth two i'th' bush:  
I'll take my present purchase.  2. Thief. 
we'll share a both sides, come conduct us to them.  Bert. 
I will, stir not from hence with her,  
Till we return.  Exeunt. 1. Thief. 
My life for yours, come, will you uncase.  Dut. 
Do not disrobe me of my clothes, as y'are a man.  1. Thief. 
Tut, stand not upon terms,  
I love to see a Woman naked.  Dutch. 
Defend me heaven.  Enter. Bertie. Bert. 
So ho, ho, I have lost a jewel,  
And left it here behind, when I departed hence.  1. Thief. 
What value.  Bert. 
More precious than thy soul, and this it is,  
Villain, think not to scape, your mates are far enough.  1. Thief. 
How goodman rascal.  They fight, the Thief falls. Bert. 
Thus, Villain, for the world,  
I would not stain my hands with thy base blood:  
But rascal, I will bind you to the peace,  Binds him. 
So now, let this ditch shelter you.  Dutch. 
My Berty? heaven be praised,  
Though I am robbed of all the wealth I have,  
I am rich enough, in my possessing thee,  Bert. 
Is M. Cranwell slain?  Cranw. 
But sorely hurt, and I am near to death.  Dutch. 
Bind up your wounds, with this white handkerchief,  Bertie, 
I am so used to misery,  
That it seems nothing, where's the Nurse and Child?  Bert. 
Oh cross on cross, let's look about the woods.  Dutch. 
My Susan lost, I will not stir one foot,  
But to the Villains be a second prey,  
Unless I find her.  Cranw. 
Lend me your hand dear sir, get I once up,  
I'll spend the remnant of my blood that's left,  
In search of my young Mistress.  Exeunt Omnes. Enter Nurse, and Child. Nurse. 
Oh whither shall I fly, to save my life,  
From the rude hands of these fell ravishers?  
My hapless Lady, and her husband both,  
By this, have felt the cruel stroke of death,  
Or which is worse, are captive led away,  Noise within so ho, ho Nurse 
And to the Vulture's gripes become a prey,  
Oh hark, I hear them coming, hence begone,  
Hard is thy hap, that must be left alone,  
Dear babe forgive me, I am forced for life,  Lean Child. 
To ease my carriage, leave thee to their strife.  Exit. Enter Berty, and Duchess looking. 
On forwards Madam, this way they are gone,  
Heaven be propitious, direct us in our search.  Dutch. 
Amen, amen.  Enter Cranwell staggering, and falls near the Bush where the Child is. Cranw. 
Oh I am lost, sink body to the earth,  
Ascend my soul, 'mongst Saints receive new birth.  Dutc. 
Help Bertie, help, 'tis Cranwell faints, oh help.  Bert. 
Speak to me man, look up, some wound belike  
Is yet unstopped, from whence proceeds this large effusion,  
It's here, lend me some linen, so, so, he comes again,  
And see heavens bounty, he at once hath given,  
Your Servant, and your Child: look Madam, see,  
Thrown in a bush, and smiles, and laughs at ye.  Dutc. 
Having my Husband, Child, and this my servant,  
I am the richest Princes on the earth,  
But Berty, where's the Nurse, and doctor Sands.  Bert. 
Both fled, but wherefore Madam look you pale.  Dutch. 
Oh Berty, I do feel the time approach  
Of my delivery, oh for help of Women.  Bert. 
What shall we do, I am beyond myself.  Dutch. 
Cranwell, what town is this that stands before.  Cran. 
Madam, they call it weezle.  It snows, and rains, thunders. Dutch. 
Go, begone,  
Thy looks pleads for a cunning Surgeon,  
We shall not need, thy help, thy wound is deep,  
But stay you Bertie, you the Child must keep.  Cra. 
Madam, this storm, the cold, and my deep wounds,  
May well excuse me, till my hurts are dressed.  Duchess 
Be gone I say.  Bert. 
How fare you Madam.  Dutch. 
Sick I am, heaven knows,  
Ready to die, with these my pinching throws,  
It rains, and hails, and snows, and blows at once,  
Where Berty, may we hide us from this storm.  Bert. 
Here in this Church-porch, Madam pray remoue,  Dutch. 
Help, and lead me thither, now lay the Child down Berty.  
Go gather sticks, to help to make a fire,  
More plagues my sins do merit year by year,  
But these, good heavens, are more than I can bear.  Bert. 
Alas, alas, this is a homely place,  
To bring a Princess of such state to bed,  
A wide Church-porch, is made her bedchamber,  
And the cold stones her couch, here are no curtains,  
But the bleak Winds, could Clouds and storms of hayle,  
And they begird her round, heaven for thy mercy,  
This poor distressed Princes shield and save,  
Whose cold head lies upon some dead man's grave,  
Here comes the Sexton, I will speak to him,  
It may be, he may help us to relief.  Enter Sexton. Sex. 
God's sacrament vat maukt ye dare.  Bert, 
Patience good sir.  Sex. 
Vat bedlers in den kerke, looped hence strax.  Bert. 
Uncivil fellow, what thou speakest, I know not,  
But thy ill meaning by thy deeds, I guess:  
Take that to teach thee more civility.  Exit Crying help. Sex. 
Out skellum one hundred thousand devil.  Bert. 
Still fortune is against us, this base fellow  
Will raise some tumult to betray our lives,  
Yet yonder comes & man of gravity,  Enter Erasmus, & others. 
It may be he can speak the Latin tongue,  
In that I'll let him understand my grief:  
Optime & ornatissime vir, audi quaeso.  Eras. 
Quis es qui tot clamoribus, & tanta exclamatione,  
Non modo Divinum Cenatorij locum irreverenter &  
Orrose occupas, at urbem tam claram civesque & Senatores,  
Propter etates svas adoratissimas tam flactiose disturbas.  Dutch. 
Si cum fronte tam generosa cour tuum humanum consentire  
Videtur, infortunij nostri miserere.  Era. 
Erasmus Roterodamus propter miserias vestras toto cord  
Dolet, colo perfectiones & virtutes, quas intimo meo animo  
Complectar, multi pendo.  Bert. 
Is this Erasmus borne in Rotterdam,  
He that so highly loved Sir Thomas More?  Erasm. 
Portate hanc ad domum Francisci de Rivers alias Perecell  
Sic domino dominaeque Erasmus Rotero damus omnibus  
Officijs est observantissimus.  They bear her off in a Chair. Exeunt. 
Finis Actus Tertij.   

Actus Quartus.  Enter Bertie. Bert. 
Within this town hath Perecell a house,  
There, by the credit of this learned man,  
We have got harbour till the month expire,  
In which her heavy burden may be eased,  
Good heaven look down upon her misery,  
Comfort her in her grief, strengthen her weakness,  
Lay not our woes to wretched Bonners charge,  
Free her sweet heaven, by thy Almighty hand,  
That we may once revisit our own land.  Enter Cranwell. Cranw. 
Now cheer yourself dear sir, here is a time,  
To breathe a space, this town's a quiet port,  
From the tempestuous gusts of Bonner's hate.  Bart. 
Some refuge I confess, but the distressed duchess,  
In Childbed torment is a fresh alarum  
Of new sprung care, I cannot be at quiet,  
Until her safe delivery be passed.  Cran. 
Doubt not of that, the powerful hand of heaven,  
In such extremities is ever strong.  Bert. 
Good heaven, when I recount the miseries  
We have already passed, methinks the lottery  
Of cruel Fortune, should be quite exhaust,  
And yet when I record the name of Bonner,  
With his desire to become great by blood,  
The greater part of woe seems still behind.  Cran. 
Doubtless he's of a most pernicious spirit,  
But he that hath restrained his envious rage,  
And hitherto repulsed him, still will curb him.  Bert. 
I trust he will, Cranwell I prithee step,  
And listen from the women what good news.  Enter Perecell, and Sands. Pere. 
Pray save that labour, we can bring the news.  Bert. 
Welcome good Doctor Sands,  
What; in good health?  Sands. 
Sir, thanks to heaven, who never leaves his own  
Nor suffers them to perish in distress.  Bert. 
How fares the Duchess.  
Gentle host resolve me.  Pere. 
Happy and well, cheer your declining thoughts,  
Well that her perilous conflict hath an end,  
And happy that to comfort her withal,  
There's borne this day a young Lord willoughby.  Bert. 
A Boy.  Pere. 
A goodly Boy M. Bertie.  
And one in whom already doth appear,  
These signs of Courage, to revenge your wrongs.  Ber. 
Good heaven I thank thee,  
This your news dear friend,  
Is as a summons after death to life, the preservation  
Of his mother in travel, was wondrous strange,  
The place where he is borne is strange,  
The loving hands, that did first entertain  
His presence to this pilgrimage of life,  
Are likewise strange, then as his birth hath been,  
So shall his name, we'll call him Peregrine.  Sands. 
A stranger to his Country by that name,  
But by his deeds hereafter time may prove,  
None more adventured for his Countries' love.  A Drum beats a soft March. Ber. 
As it please his stars, but soft,  
What Drum is this, some gall I fear,  
To intermix our sweet,  
Some sorrow to confound this sudden joy.  Pere. 
Your servant Fox did vow to bring you word,  
If any hurt were secretly pretended.  Ber. 
Is Fox arrived, upon what cause,  
Is Fox arrived, upon what cause  
Is he passed over, do you know gentle sir.  Enter Fox. Pere. 
Himself make answer for himself.  Fox. 
Sir, be not you dismayed, in brief these drums,  
And those that after these sad Music dance,  
Are none that wish you, nor the Duchess good,  
A Captain sent from England, and the bloodhound cluny,  
With them the Duke of Brunswick, clad in arms,  
And at the least, ten Ensigns after him,  
These howe'er they vizard their intents,  
With other colour, as to vex the Emperor,  
Yet their whole purpose, is to look for you,  
The gates, and walls, are every way beset,  
And through the Town, a privy search begun,  
And but you presently devise some means,  
To scape from hence, they'll take you in your lodging.  Bertie. 
Escape, there's now no time to talk of scape,  
No, no, the secret providence of heaven,  
Hath so ordained, we should be Bonner's thrall,  
And welcome wished death, the end of all.  Sands. 
My mind presageth of a better speed.  
What M. Bertie why not now escape,  
As well as heretofore.  Bertie. 
How can that be,  
The painful Duchess, lying now in Childbed.  Sands. 
Is there no art, no means to blind their eyes.  Fox. 
You are so many of you, 'tis impossible,  
Besides the Duchess, she cannot remove.  Bert. 
Oh, were she safe, I cared not for my life.  Sands. 
Nor I for mine.  Fox. 
Nor I, had I ten thousand lives,  Pere. 
Cease you your passions, my brain hath tutored me,  
And in a cunning plot shall set you free.  Ber. 
Do that, and Bertie is for ever thine.  Fox. 
Fox, and his sword, for that will be thy slave.  Cranw. 
Thy friendship will I bear unto my grave.  San. 
What thou attemptest,  
My prayers shall help to second.  Pere. 
I neither do expect thanks, nor reward,  
But what I do is of mere charity,  
Then list unto me, there's a friend of mine,  
A Country Gentleman, not far from hence,  
Whose brother late returned from the wars,  
And falling sick, within the City here,  
Died some few days since, now this Gentleman,  
Because his brother shall be buried,  
Amongst his Ancestors, decrees this night,  
To have his body in a Wagon brought,  
Home to the Parish Church, where he remains,  
And for that purpose hath his servants sent,  
To see it safe conveyed: A waggon like to theirs,  
Covered with black, shall be provided straight,  
Into the which, by help of Women's hands,  
The Duchess, and her Infant shall be lifted,  
You, and the rest disguised in mourning weeds,  
Shall follow after as the guard,  
And in the dead Man's name without suspect,  
Pass by the Soldiers, who if they chance,  
To question who you are,  
The Burghers being by, and made acquainted,  
With such a hearse, that is to pass that way,  
Will quickly answer them, without more search,  
How like you this.  Bert. 
It will I hope prove currant.  Sands. 
The pretext is fit, and for the Duchess ease:  Fox. 
Fox has no more sense than a battle-door,  
If in his judgement, we already be not  
Delivered from the mischief of their hands.  Pere. 
Come I'll provide you all things necessary.  
And after pray for your success therein.  Fox. 
I'll back to them, and help you what I can.  Exeunt Omnes. Enter Brunswick, L. Paget, Portgrave, cluny, and Soldiers. Paget. 
Great Duke of Brunswick, this your flexible,  
And courteous disposition of your troops,  
To be for England's service, shall receive  
The due belongeth to so great a merit.  Bruns. 
Noble Captain, I were much to be condemned,  
If I neglect my duty to the Church,  
But are you sure, these fugitives are here?  Pag. 
cluny, thou toldst me, that thou sawest a man  
Of theirs, since we beset the town waste true?  Clu. 
Yes noble Captain, Cranwell the Duchess usher,  
And there's no question, but the rest are here,  Bru. 
Well then Captain, the other Ports being garded,  
Here with this company we'll keep our station,  
Where is the Portgrave? have you sent abroad,  
Sufficient search amongst the private houses?  Port. 
We have my Lord.  Bruns. 
They cannot be in Weasel,  
But either coming forth, or lurking here,  
They must in all sorts be discovered by us.  Cap. 
Oh they are politic, and passing subtle,  
And if or art, or policy, can help them,  
There's in their company, an Instrument.  
Can plot a hundred wales for their escape.  Brun. 
Let them express their cunning, if they can,  
And scape our hands, now we have scented them.  Enter Fox. Fox. 
How now my Lord, oh I am out of breath,  
In coming to you, yet I hope my haste,  
Is little for your purpose, they are coming,  
Stand on your guard, for this way they must pass,  
there's Bertie, Cranwell, Sands, with them the Duchess,  Cap. 
'twas well done Fox, there's thy reward, stand close,  
Or, now, or never, let us show our care, stand, who goes there?  Enter four, bearing a hearse, Bertie, Sands, Cranwell, Mourners. Bruns. 
Some funeral it seems.  Cap. 
It may be some device procured by them,  
So to escape the danger of our watch, stand.  Port. 
I can assure your Lordship, 'tis not so,  
This is the body of young Vandermast,  
Whose brother dwelling some four leagues from hence,  
Although he died here, yet will have him buried,  
Whereas his Ancestors are all entombed,  
And for that cause, hath sent his servants for him.  Bruns. 
Is it no otherwise.  Berty. 
No mighty Prince,  
And would to heaven it had not been so now:  Cap. 
Pass then, pass, it is not you we look for.  Exeunt they. Bruns. 
What was this Vandermast, a Citizen?  Port. 
No my good Lord, he was a Soldier,  
A proper Gentleman, and one had served  
The Emperor, and others in their wars,  
Yet was ordained, to end his days at home.  Enter second Funeral. Bruns 
A thing no more than usual, but how now,  
What's here, another funeral? nay then  
It is a hazard, we are all deluded.  Cap. 
My thoughts began to prophesy as much,  
Speak, are not you the parties that even now  
Came this way, with a mourning funeral.  1. Mour. 
Not we my Lord, this is the first appearance,  
We made this evening.  Bruns. 
What have you there concealed.  1. Mour. 
Nothing my Lord, but a dead body Coffined,  
The brother of our M. late deceased.  Port. 
ay, this is Vandermast, the other past,  
Upon my life, was Barty, and the Duchess.  Cap. 
They were unwilling to look up methought.  Bruns: 
And he that spoke, spoke with a feigned voice.  Fox. 
'twas they, 'twas they, oh, I could tear my hair,  
To think we were so grossly overseen.  Cap: 
I said as much, come let us follow them,  
Send horsemen out, to every quarter straight,  
My Lord of Brunswick.  Bruns: 
You need not bid me ride,  
This oversight, hath clapped wings to my thoughts.  Exeunt all but Fox. Fox. 
Now for some pretty policy again,  
To lead them forth the way, until the Duchess,  
May reach Polonia, and deserve the prize,  
Fox play thy part, some stratagem devise.  Exit Fox. Enter Bonner, and Gardner. Bonn. 
Where sits the wind, no news from Germany?  
If those malicious fugitives be ta'en,  
Our officers I fear, neglect their charge,  
Our Captain deals but coldly with the States.  Gard. 
I dreamed my Lord, that Bertie and the Duchess,  
Were both advanced upon a regal throne,  
And had their temples wreathed with glittering gold.  Bon. 
That throne do I interpret, is the stage  
Of horrid death, these wreathes of Gold, bright flames,  
That shall not only circle in their brows,  
But wind about their bodies, till they waste,  
And be converted to a heap of ashes,  
methinks this work of ours goes slowly forward,  
The air of England freezeth for defect  
Of burning Meteors, to keep it warm.  Gard. 
See yet my Lord, there hath of late been sacrific'd,  
In sundry places, many persons, of several qualities,  
Whose names were tedious to relate.  Bon. 
Tut this is nothing, every town should blaze,  
And every street, in every town look red,  
With glowing cinders of the Miscreants:  
Till like to Cockle, they were quite extinct,  
And nothing seen to flourish but pure Corn:  
The morning spends apace, where are these knaves,  
Appointed to bring Faggots for the fire,  
Wherein bold Latimer, and Ridley must expire.  Enter two with Faggots. Gard. 
They come my Lord.  Bonner. 
Fie on you loitering knaves,  
Why make you not more haste, be gone, I say,  
And see the stake, and every thing be ready,  
See how I am still procrastinated,  
The Maior of Oxford, means to dine I think,  
Before he bring the Prisoners to the stake,  
How now? where are they?  Enter Sheriff. Sheriff. 
Hard at hand my Lord,  
But the weak age of Latimer is such,  
They cannot come so fast, as else they would,  
Besides some disputations as they pass,  
Had with the Scholars, hath detained their speed.  Bon. 
He have no disputations, bring them on.  Enter Latimer, and Ridley, with Halberds. Ridley. 
Come brother Latimer, lend me your arm,  
The weak, the weak, but not the blind, the blind,  
This day in Oxford, shall be seen to guide.  Lati. 
My heart is jocund, brother Ridley, still,  
And in my Spirit, I fly unto yond place,  
But these weak withered saplings are too blame,  
These legs of mine, that having now at least,  
Full four score and eight winter's done me service,  
Should now deceive me trust me, but my soul is  
Linked in charity, with all the world,  
I could be well content, to chide with them.  Bon. 
These are those self justifying Publicans,  
Away with them, conduct them to the fire.  Gard. 
Come, come, spend no time in talk,  
Will you convert, be sorry for your crime,  
And you shall yet find favour with the Queen.  Bon. 
Fie, fie, spit at them, offer them no mercy.  Ridley. 
Proceed in scorn, so was our Master used,  
The servants are not better than their Lord,  Bonn. 
Drag them away there, hence away I say.  Cranm. 
Stay, stay.  Cranmer within. Bon. 
Which voice is that.  Gard. 
Some one that's prisoner in Bocardo here,  Enter Cranmer. Cranm. 
Oh stay my Lords, whom lead you there to death?  
The reverent fathers, Ridley, and Latimer?  Bon. 
I Cranmer, but more favour rests for thee,  
Because thou art converted from thine errors.  Cranm. 
Did you not tell me, they were likewise changed,  
And have you falsely circumvented me?  
Oh heaven, forgive my traitorous revolt,  
And you the chosen vessels of his love,  
Dear Latimer, sweet Ridley pardon me,  
To make amends, I'll come and die with you.  Lati. 
As your revolt, grave Cranmer, was our grief,  
So to hear these repentant graceful words,  
Infuse our hearts with joy, beyond compare.  Bon. 
Will Cranmer then turn, and return again.  Cranm. 
To turn to virtue never comes too late.  Bon. 
Thy recantation underneath thy hand,  
Is published, and wilt thou now contradict it.  Cranm. 
Bonner, to cut off needless circumstance,  
Let this declare my resolution,  
This hand that writ that faithless recantation,  
Since I am bar from dying with my friends,  
Mark how I punish in this lingering flame,  
It shall burn off, as an assured sign,  
Hereafter of my constant martyrdom,  
No scandal shall be left by my default,  
Open you heavens, and entertain my willing sacrifice,  
Yet this is but an earnest of that love,  
Hereafter shall in greater measure shine.  Bon. 
Jailor pull down that schismatic,  
Lodge him within the dungeon, load his joints  
With Iron fetters, let him fast from meat,  
And have no comfort, but continual checks, dispatch, I say.  Cranm. 
Farewell religious mates,  
What earth doth separate, I hope ere long,  
Shall meet in heaven, spite of proud Bonner's tongue.  Rid. 
Farewell kind brother, ne'er decline no more,  
But follow us, as we have gone before.  Laty. 
What stay we for, my quiet thoughts desire,  
To clothe this flesh, in purple robes of fire.  Bon. 
You shall not need to urge our expedition,  
Lead them away, their Tragedy once ended,  
We will prepare attentive ears to hear,  
News of the Duchess landing prisoner.  Exeunt. Enter Duchess, and Bertie, with their Children. Dutches. 
Yet we have scaped the danger of our foes,  
And I that whilom was exceeding weak,  
Through my hard travel in this infant's birth,  
Am now grown strong upon necessity,  
How forwards are we towards Windam Castle.  Bert. 
just half our way, but we have lost our friends,  
Through the hot pursuit of our enemies.  Dutch. 
We are not utterly devoid of friends,  
Behold the young Lord Willowby smiles on us,  
And 'tis great help, to have a Lord our Friend.  Bert. 
Good heaven I pray once sort to happy end,  
This dangerous Pilgrimage, here undertook,  
Sit on this bank a while, and rest our limbs,  
Wearied with travail, as our minds with care.  Sits down. Enter Fox, cluny, Captain, and Soldiers. Clu. 
You are a Captain of the Palsgrave's band,  
These are the other recreants, cease them both,  
The hundred Crowns proposed, are surely yours,  
I know him valiant, and therefore I will climb  
Up in this tree, to see, and not be seen,  
Pray lends a hand, whilst you surprise them,  
I will laughing stand.  Climbs up the tree. Fox, 
If I fit you not, ere you come down,  
Say Fox is a Goose.  2. Cap. 
Sir I attach you as an enemy  
Unto the palsgrave, in whose land you are,  
You and you Trull, obey it ye were best,  
Or in resistance hazard both your lives.  Ber. 
Attach me sir, I know no reason why,  
Nor to my knowledge am an enemy,  
Unto the Palsgrave, or the meanest man  
Within his confines, were are Travellers,  
And will immediately forsake the land.  2. Cap. 
You are a Lance knight, this your Concubine.  
And these your Bastards, that by rapine live,  
And thus disguised you come to undermine,  
Our country's government, then yield yourselves.  Dutch. 
Though misery hath stamped upon out brow  
The mark of poverty, yet gentle stranger,  
Do not so far forget all manliness,  
To be a slanderer of the Innocent.  2. Cap. 
Term me a slanderer.  Bert. 
And a Villain too, if thou maintain these defamations,  
Term me a Thief, my wife a Concubine,  
My Children base borne; by a soldier's faith,  
Wert thou the greatest spirit the Palgrave hath,  
I cannot brook this slavish insolence,  
That I am angry, witness this reply,  
I will defend mine honour though I die.  Strikes him. 2. Cap. 
villains I charge you all environ him,  They fight. Dutch. 
So many to one silly passenger,  
Then farewell woman weakness, welcome sword,  
For once I'll play the man, to save my Lord.  She fights, beats them off. Clu. 
Why this is excellent, now I hope to live  
To see them apprehended or else slain.  Fox. 
These hopes I'll cross, by cutting down the branch  
Whereon he builds this weak foundation.  cuts the branch Clu. 
Oh I shall fall, help me good M. Fox.  Fox. 
ay, wherefore cluny, to betray my Lady?  
So hateful Bonner, dived into the well,  
So fall this damned Parator to hell,  
And now I'll help my Mistress to my power,  
Fox, come out a your hole, and take your cousin's part  
Or I'll pull you out by the ears.  cry within. 
Help, help, our Captains murdered, raise the town.  Fox. 
The Captain slain then Fox 'tis best to fly,  
And lest some sad mischance should second them,  
I will convey these Children to the Woods,  
That borders near at hand, oh heaven I pray,  Exit with children. 
Make this disastrous time a happy day.  
Cry within .Help, help, our Captains slain.  Clu. 
I must down, bless my neck and care not.  
Cry within .Follow, follow, follow.  Clu. 
Oh, my guts, a vengeance on this Fox.  
Cry within .This way, this way follow.  Exit creeping. Enter Berty, and Duchess. Dut. 
What cries are these, oh hast thou slain the Cap.  Bert. 
If he be slain, require not heaven his blood,  
Of miserable Berty.  
Within .Help, help, help.  Dut. 
A second volley of heart wounding words,  
Oh fly my love, fly, fly, and save thy life,  
Before the town be raised, shift for yourself,  
If you be taken, there's no way but death.  
Within. Here, here, this way.  Dut. 
Why stir you not, our foes are hard at hand.  Bert. 
I am so amazed I know not where to go,  
I'll take this way.  Dut. 
Rather dear Love take this.  Bert. 
That way they come.  Dutch. 
What shall we do,  
Behold a Ladder raised against this house,  
In happy time, mount up and save your life,  
I will defend the bottom with my sword,  
And though heaven knows I am o'erlaid with woe,  
I'll rather die than see your overthrow.  Bert. 
But I shall leave thee to thine enemies.  Dutch. 
Shift for your own life, take, no care for mine,  
For heavens sake quickly, you delay the time.  Bert. 
Fear lend me wings, but oh my griefs so great,  
It ways me down, and I must needs retreat.  
Cry within .Come away, come away, ho! come away.  Duchess 
They are at hand, oh good my love mount up.  Gets up the Ladder. Enter Burgomaster, with Soldiers. Soul. 
See where they are that made the fray.  Burg. 
You fellow, that run up the Ladder,  
Down, down, or I'll pull you down in a rope's name.  Dut. 
He is my husband, and a Gentleman,  
And I'll defend him from your tyranny.  Burg. 
A Woman fight.  Dut. 
Such are my fortunes now,  
Therefore keep off, who ventures on this way,  
Treadeth a path that leadeth to his death.  Bert. 
My friends what seek you, wherefore come you armed?  Bur. 
You have slain a Captain of the palsgrave's Band  
Wounded his soldiers, and beside we hear,  
You are a Lanceknight, this your Concubine,  
And come disguised to undermine the State,  
In whose defence these men have armed themselves.  Bert. 
You seem a Burgomaster, by your habit,  
And they that misinformed you were too blame,  
Know gentle sir, I am an Englishman,  
And on some special business bound this way,  
Toward Windam-Castle, till we were disturbed,  
By the oppression of the man that's slain.  Burg. 
I wreak not friend of what estate you are,  
Nor to what end you travail through these parts,  
You have slain a map, and you must answer it,  
According to the law of Nations.  Soul. 
Down with him, he shall answer it with death.  Burg. 
Peace there, I charge you, in the PRINCE's name.  Bert. 
It seems these men are thirsty for my blood,  
And without law are set to take my life,  
Than it were madness for a man to yield,  
To abide a trial, and the judgement past:  
Since I must die, I'll choose the death myself,  
And that's to stand on a defensive guard,  
Except you swear as you're a Christian,  
A Magistrate, and one that will do right,  
That I shall have due process of the Law  
And be defended from the multitude.  Dutch. 
Do not, I pray, endanger so your life,  
But trust unto the shelter you have got.  Burg. 
A sorry fortress to defend his life.  Bert. 
But will you take that oath.  Burg. 
By heaven I do, and I will see it kept inviolate.  Bert. 
Then work the worst of fate, if right bear sway,  
He cannot speed amiss that does no wrong,  
Oh, innocence is bold, free, liberal,  
Fearless of any danger, that may fall,  
I yield me sir, a Prisoner to the law,  
justice is blind gaze not upon our persons,  
Although our birth be ne'er so mean or base,  
But fix the eye of judgement on our case.  Bur. 
So, bind their hands, & lead them to the statehouse,  
They shall have justice done immediately,  Dutch. 
Oh stay a while, I have lost my little babes,  
What savage hand hath ta'en my children hence,  
Whilst we were busied in this luckless brawl.  Bert. 
My Children borne away! oh then I fear,  
It is some treason to abridge our lives,  
And that the Captain, that did wrong us thus,  
Did it to that intent.  Dutch. 
'tis so, till now we ne'er were truly miserable,  
Our other miseries were sunshine days,  
Compared unto the greatness of this storm,  
Oh suffer me good sir, to seek them out,  
For without them, I am but half myself.  Burg. 
A strict enquiry shall be made forthwith,  
In every place that borders hereabouts,  
Grieve not too much, though such are poor men's treasure,  
What needy thief to steal them would take pleasure.  Exeunt Omnes. 
Finis Actus Quarti.   

Actus Quintus.  Enter Burgomaster, Bertie, Duchess, followed by Soldiers: other side, Palsegrave, Erbaigh, and Lords attendants. Pals. 
Right welcome's Erbaigh, to the Poland king,  
Nich'as Van houe, our worthy Burgomaster,  
What means this concourse of so many men,  
And what are they that you lead bound with you.  Burg. 
Strangers, an please your excellence my Lord,  
That have committed murder in your realm,  
Slain Wisendrop a Captain of your band,  
For which offence, our purpose is to lead them,  
unto the Statehouse to receive their judgement.  Erba. 
If I mistake not, I should know that face,  
Oh 'tis the virtuous Lady Katherine,  
This M. Berty, her espoused husband,  
And has your good stars in your Pilgrimage,  
Brought you amongst you Friends?  Pals. 
The Lady Katherine, what the suffolk's Duchess,  
My quondam Love, hailed through the streets with cords,  
And for the murder of a man that lives,  
Oh 'tis uncivil usage, my good Lady,  
youare villains all unto our Sovereignty,  
How dare you thus abuse her royal birth.  Burg. 
Pardon my Lord, we did not know her state.  Pals. 
Her heavenly face, than which there's none more fair,  
In England, or the World,  
Might without other witness of her state,  
Suffice to tell you, she was nobly borne,  
This is that Duchess, mirror of this age,  
She whom the lordly Bishops of the Realm,  
Bonner, and Gardner, persecute so much,  
Pardon me Madam, that I have so long,  
Suffered your excellence to stay in bonds.  Dutc. 
This your acknowledgement, most mighty king,  
Amazeth me, considering my distress,  
For 'tis a common custom in the world,  
To take no notice of the miserable.  Pals. 
I stand amazed at this strange accident,  
The circumstance whereof we'll hear elsewhere,  
Mean time thrice welcome to the Polands king,  
And much it grieves me that so great a princess,  
Should be so basely handled in my land.  Enter Sands, and Cranwell. Sand. 
Oh help dear Lord, and shield us from our foes,  
We are pursued by Brunswick, and his Captains,  
Who seek our lives, we fly to your protection.  Pals. 
Whence are you friends.  Dutch. 
The truest friends we have,  
Of England mighty Prince, I know them both,  
The first is Doctor Sands, a worthy man,  
The other Cranwell, and my Secretary.  Enter Brunswick, English Captains, and Soldiers. Bruns. 
My Lord of Erbaigh, and the king of Poland,  
Shield not those traitors, both to heaven and men,  
From the due punishment of their offence,  
Behold an Englishman, & a Commander of a good esteem,  
Has his commission signed to apprehend,  
This Sands, and Cranwell, fled to you for help,  
Then as you tender the privilege of Princes,  
o'er their subjects,  
Suffer this writ to have his current here,  
As I have done through all my territories.  Bert. 
It ill beseems the noble duke of Brunswick,  
To be a persecutor of good men.  Dutch 
Or you good Captain, agent in this cause.  1. Cap. 
That's recreant Berty, and the suffolk's Duchess,  
They likewise are included in this scroll.  Bruns. 
My Lord of Poland, we demand them all,  
Then yield them royal sir, unto our hands.  Pals. 
First will I sacrifice ten thousand lives,  
Ere suffer these religious souls to die,  
My Lord of Brunswick, you are over bold,  
To make so rash an entrance in my land,  
Without our special licence granted first.  Bruns. 
The league betwixt us warrants my approach.  Pals. 
The League, for this time, is your privilege,  
But as you dread the Palsgrave's puissance  
And fear to violate our wrighten love,  
Immediately untread your forward steps,  
Forsake the soil where you have set your foot,  
Or look to be withstood with fire and sword,  
These Lambs are fled into our folds for aid,  
And we'll defend them, say what may be said.  Bruns. 
This disobedience draws upon your land,  
Deserved malediction from the Church.  Pals. 
That we'll dispense withal, and to let you know,  
How we do slight those stingless menaces,  
Here I create this noble Gentleman,  
Earl of Crozam, an Earldom under us,  
Religious doctor Sands, our Chaplain,  
And M. Cranwell our chief Secretary,  
So tell Lord Bonner, Gardner, and the rest.  Enter Atkinson. Atkin. 
Health and long life unto the King of Poland,  
Captain, from England's queen, I thus salute you,  
Here is a countermand for your Commission,  
By which you are enjoined to stay the search,  
After the Suffolk Duchess, and her friends.  1 Cap. 
To stay the search? is our dread Sovereign,  
Altered in her Religion, or is she dead:  Atkin. 
she's dead good sir, Queen Mary is deceased,  
And the most virtuous Lady Elizabeth,  
Invested in the regal dignity,  
My Sovereign hearing, that the Lady Katherine,  
The Suffolk Duchess, her ally in blood,  
Did live obscurely in these Provinces,  
In want, in misery, and great distress,  
Sends to repeal both her, and all her friends,  
If such a Lady harbour in your land,  
I do entreat her highness' Proclamation,  
May have his currant course through every town.  Pals. 
In you dear sir the Proclamation ends,  
Here is the Duchess, here are all her friends.  Dutch. 
I kindly thank you, for your worthy pains,  
Hath the director of all humane lives,  
Preserved my Sovereign, that heroic Maid,  
From the intangling snares of blood and death,  
And changed her prison, to a royal Throne?  
Here on this ground, where first I heard the news,  
I render thanks unto the gracious heavens,  
Thou that send'st Balm of comfort to the wounded,  
joy to the bruised heart, oppressed for truth,  
Lengthen her days as long as heaven hath stars,  
Or this fair frame foundation for a world,  
Or if it be thy gracious providence,  
For to remove her to a happier place,  
Let in her stead arise, and from her ashes come,  
A Phoenix may enlighten Christendom,  
Oh, had I now my Children lately lost,  
I should survive as I had near been crossed.  Enter Fox, and Children. Fox. 
That comfort Madam on my bended knee,  
Your servant Fox humbly presents your grace.  Dutch. 
My Peregrine, my Susan, then for care  
To make a mixture with this too much joy,  
Or I shall surfeit with the rarety.  Enter cluny. Clu. 
justice my Lord, justice, Fox hath broke my necke.  Pals. 
How comes it Fox, that he exclaims on thee?  Fox. 
Marry an'dt please your Majesty, 'twas thus,  
This villainous rascal, followed to surprise my Lady,  
And being afraid to venture himself, set on one of the  
Palsgrave's Captains to do it, whilst he climbed  
Up into a tree and stood laughing, now sir, I cut the bow,  
And he fell down, and if you have not broke your neck,  
I would you had.  Pals. 
If this be true, he has bought his pleasure dear,  
Sirrah begone, this justice I allow,  
For his derision then, deride him now.  Clu. 
All things goes backward for our good,  
Madam farewell, your punishment is past,  
Now set your mind to punish us at last.  Dutch. 
Revenge shall be a stranger in my heart,  
The tortures I'll inflict upon my foes,  
Is kindness, for unkindness, grace for death,  
For what's prosperity but a puff of breath,  
My Lord of Brunswick, pray let us be friends.  Bru. 
With all my heart, since every heart befriends you.  Pals. 
It joys me that your sorrows here take end,  
willit please you Madam, here to stay with us  
Or go for England, if you so resolve,  
I'll see you furnished with a noble fleet.  Dutch. 
To England with full sails, blow gentle wind,  
I long to see my Sovereign noble maid,  
Princes I humbly thank you for these honours,  
Done to your handmaid, far unworthy them,  
But time shall testify my thankfulness,  
Be smooth rough sea, that I may pass a main,  
To do my duty to my Sovereign.  Exeunt. Enter Bonner, with officers after him, two Men, and a Woman 1. 
Down with him, give us leave to be revenged on him.  2. 
For all the tyranny that he hath used  Bon. 
What have I done, you should revile me thus?  3. 
What hast thou done to deserve our hate?  Bon. 
Defend me Officers, shall I without Law,  
Be trod to death by the rude Multitude.  1 Offic. 
Keep off my Masters,  
'tis her highness' pleasure,  
He shall not be convicted but by Law.  3. 
And whether goes he.  1. Offi. 
To the Marshalsea.  All. 
We will not leave him, till we see him in.  Enter Keeper, Grindall, Cox, and Scory. Offi. 
This is the Prison, here the Keeper comes,  
And with him Master Grindall, Scory, Cox,  
Such reverent men as, Bonner, by your means,  
These many years have suffered much distress.  Keep. 
But now they are delivered, and their place,  
Bonner, you must another while supply,  
So says the strict Commission I have here.  Grind. 
Trust me, I glory not to see his fall.  Story. 
Believe me, nor do I.  Cox. 
Though we know, had not our Keeper been more kind to vs.  
Than you were M. Bonner, we might here,  
Have starved for want of meat, but heaven forgive you,  
We do with all our hearts.  Scory. 
And we will labour too, so much as in us lies,  
Unto the Council, you may be favourably  
Dealt withal, so fare you well.  Exeunt Bon. 
Farewell, this course inconstant fortune keeps,  
While wan one laughs, another always weeps.  Exeunt. Enter Lord Hunsdon, Admiral, and Clinton. 1. 
Such measure as to others he hath met,  
The same let him receive, good M. Keeper.  2. 
Remember Lollards-tower.  3. 
Let his best diet be but from the basket,  
Nay, bread and water, is too good for him,  
His fat Shrove-Tuesday sides may well endure,  
A hungry Lent or two, and never hurt him.  Offic. 
Here I deliver up my charge.  Keep. 
And I receive him,  
Come M. Bonner, you must go with me  Bon. 
Stay I have bethought me, I'll recant.  Keep. 
It cannot serve your turn.  3. 
Recant, he hath already twice or thrice done so.  2. 
Tut, he can turn with every weathercock,  
Away with him.  Keep. 
Come sir, will you go.  Exeunt Omnes. Enter Lord Hunsedon, Admiral and Clinton, with staves, Gentlemen atendants. Admi. 
Who was't that said the Duchess came through Southwark.  Huns. 
'twas the Lord Clinton.  Clin. 
I left her Grace now at S. George's Church,  
Accompanied with M. Richard Berty,  
With Doctor Sands, Cranwell, and trusty Fox,  
And divers other Gentlemen attendants.  Admi. 
Here at the Marshalsea we'll stay her coming,  
And hark, her trumpets sounds her near approach,  
Lords, Knights, and Gentlemen, I pray you all  
By that dear love you owe her majesty,  
To be officious in the entertain,  
Of this renowned Lady Katherine.  Enter in state, the Duchess, Berty, Sands, Cranwell, and Fox. 
Cry with in .Heavens preserve your grace,  
Your relief to poor Prisoners.  Dutch. 
What Prison call you this?  Cran. 
The kings-bench Madam, where all these prisoners,  
Are detained for debt.  Dutch. 
If they be able to make satisfaction, & will not,  
They are worthy to lie there,  
But if by cruelty of Creditors,  
'tis Christian charity to succour such.  Sands. 
I have heard that some lie there in policy,  
And have engrossed into their greedy hands,  
The goods of divers thrifty minded men,  
And though well able, yet they will not pay.  Dutch. 
Great pity that such men escape unpunished,  
But are they in the number that do beg.  Sands. 
No Madan, they are laid on beds of down,  
Fare daintily, and never taste of want,  
Except it be the want of Liberty,  
And that's no want, because they have large walks,  
As yards, and gardens, and fair bowling-alleys,  
With company at will to spend the time.  Dutch. 
To them we wish a better Conscience,  
But to the poor, and such as want indeed,  
One of you give amongst them 40. Angels,  
My troubles make me sensible of theirs:  
Distress is sharply set, and bites too sore,  
To be endured by such as are true poor,  
So forwards Gentlemen.  Fox. 
Room for the Lords.  Admi. 
Thrice welcome is the noble suffolk's Duchess,  
To us, and to her royal majesty,  
In whose high favour, you are highly placed.  Clin. 
In sign whereof her princely Majesty,  
Restores you to your ancient Signories,  
Entitles you, as due to you by title,  
Baroness of Willowby, and earsby,  
Duchess Dowager of Suffolk,  
Her highness nearest and most dearest subject.  Hunsd. 
Your goods, and lands extracted violently,  
Her Majesty restores to you again,  
here's the true inventory of them all,  
As they were seized into the bishop's hands.  Admi. 
And that you may build on her Princely love,  
It is her pleasure, M. Richard Berty,  
The husband of your troubles and your cares,  
Should be chief Secretary to the State,  
Till higher titles do advance his worth.  Bert. 
An honour my good Lord Admiral,  
That I esteem, and yet desire it not,  
O be it not offensive to her Grace,  
That I have leave to lead a private life,  
After my painful travel in strange Lands.  Adm. 
Enjoy your mind's contentment with your mind.  Hun. 
You, Doctor Sands, her highness, and the Clergy,  
Do consecrate Archbishop of York.  Sands. 
An honour far exceeding my desert.  Clint. 
Master Cranwell Gentleman usher to her grace,  
Her highness will retain in self same place,  
To attend her Majesty.  Cranw. 
With all my heart, I humbly tender a true subjects  
Yet might it please her royal Majesty,  
Since I have served my Lady in distress,  
Endured so many troubles for her sake  
That I may live, and die in serving her.  Clint. 
A virtuous inclination, hold it still,  
It will renown thee more than to be great.  Dutch. 
My Lord of Hunsdon, Clinton, Effingam,  
I humbly thank her Majesty, and you,  
Oh may I live to express a loving heart,  
By some good action pleasing to you all.  Enter Prisoner with a Box. Pri. 
Madam be good unto a company of poor Prisoners.  Dutch. 
What other Prison Cranwell call you this.  Cranw. 
This is the Prison of the Marshalsea,  
Chiefly pretended for her highness' household,  
But there are divers other prisoners.  Enter Goseling. Dutch. 
'tis charity to help distressed men,  
Of what estate soe'er, 'cause they be men,  
I leave their faults respect unto the Law,  
Give them as much as th'other Prisons,  
But what is he that with a downcast look,  
Gives signs of discontentment.  Gos. 
Madam I am a Prisoner here,  
But joy to see your Grace at liberty.  Dutch. 
That face and voice, I oft have seen and heard,  
Did not you sometime make abode in Lee.  Gos. 
Madam I did, and those that knew me called me Goseling.  Dutch. 
Then I am sure, you knew one Mistress White,  
This is the man that helped me to escape,  
When we were near beset with Bonner's trains.  Cranw. 
It is my kinsman Madam, now I know him,  
What cause hath brought thee to this hard distress.  Gos 
The cause even now alleged.  Dutch. 
Hath Bonner been so cruel to my friend,  
Before mine eyelids wear the seal of sleep,  
If heaven be pleased I will release thee Goseling.  
And pay thy charges to the utmost farthing,  
Oh my dear friend, it never shall be said  
I was ungrateful, where I was befriended,  
And now his troubles make me call to mind,  
The faithful dealing of my servant Fox,  
See Lords, a man whom I dismissed my service,  
More through self-will, than any just offence,  
Yet hath he quitted that disgrace so well,  
That I admire the strangeness of his art,  
For Bonner used him as a special means,  
To seek my life, which oftentimes he saved,  
Paying my great unkindness, with kind love,  
Many such servants may this land afford,  
That use their wits to such good purposes,  
Here as a part of thy deserved reward,  
I freely give thee a hundred pounds a year,  
And when I die my land shall make it good.  Fox. 
And when Fox fails you, let him die in a ditch.  Dutch. 
Gramercies gentle servant, now my Lords,  
let's bend our pace towards famous London-Bridge,  
How pleasing is the prospect of the City,  
Now I have been five years a stranger here,  
Thorough the same to Whitehall to her grace,  
That I may see my loving sovereign's face.  
FINIS.