Wilson, Robert / Drayton, Michael / Munday, Anthony / Hathaway, Richard · published 1600 · first performed or written 1599 [Oct 16, payment] (Annals) history · Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men unassigned nearest T31 Popes, cardinals and the crown · 516 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T31: cardinal, pope, king, lord, majesty, holy, rome, france, church, lords.
Yet let search be made, To apprehend his followers that are left. There are some of them, sirs, lay hold on them, Of us, and why? what has her done I pray you? Disarm them Bailiffs. Officers assist. Hear you Lor shudge, what reason is for this? Cosson pe puse for fighting for our Lord? Away with them. Hark you my Lord. Gough my Lord Herbert's man's a shitten knave, Isee live and tie in good quarrel. Pray you do shustice, let awl be preson. Prison no, Lord shudge I wool give you pale, good surety. What Bale? what sureties? Her cousin ap Rises, ap Euan, ap Morrice, ap Morgan, ap Lluellyn, ap Madoc, ap Meredith, ap Griffen, ap Davy, ap Owen ap Shinken Shones. Two of the most, sufficient are enough, an't please your Lordship these are all but one. To jail with them, and the Lord Herbert's men, we'll talk with them, when the Assize is done, Riotous, audacious, and unruly Grooms, Must we be forced to come from the Bench, To quiet brawls, which every Constable In other civil places can suppress? What was the quarrel that caused all this stir? About religion (as I heard) my Lord. Lord Powesse detracted from the power of Rome, Affirming Wickliff's doctrine to be true, And Rome's erroneous: hot reply was made By the lord Herbert, they were traitors all That would maintain it: Powesse answered, They were as true, as noble, and as wise As he, that would defend it with their lives, He named for instance sir Iohn Oldcastle The Lord Cobham: Herbert replied again, He, thou, and all are traitors that so hold. The he was given, the several factions drawn, And so enraged, that we could not appease it. This case concerns the king's prerogative, And's dangerous to the State and common wealth. Gentlemen, justices, master Maior, and master Shrieve, It doth behove us all, and each of us In general and particular, to have care For the suppressing of all mutinies, And all assemblies, except soldiers musters For the king's preparation into France. We hear of secret conventicles made, And there is doubt of some conspiracies, Which may break out into rebellious arms When the King's gone, perchance before he go: Note as an instance, this one perilous fray, What factions might have grown on either part, To the destruction of the King and Realm, Yet, in my conscience, sir Iohn Oldcastle Innocent of it, only his name was used. We therefore from his Highness give this charge. You master Maior, look to your citizens, You master Sheriff unto your shire, and you As justices in every one's precinct There be no meetings. When the vulgar sort Sit on their Alebench, with their cups and cans, Matters of state be not their common talk, Nor pure religion by their lips profaned. Let us return unto the Bench again, And there examine further of this fray. Sirs, have ye taken the lord Powesse yet? No, nor heard of him. No, he's gone far enough. They that are left behind, shall answer all.
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Yet let search be made, To apprehend his followers that are left. There are some of them, sirs, lay hod on them, Of vs, and why? what has her done I pray you? Disarme them Bailiffes. Officers assist. Heare you Lor shudge, what resson is for this? Cosson pe puse for fighting for our Lord? Away with them. Harg you my Lord. Gough my Lorde Herberts man's a shitten ka naue, Ise lie and e in good quarrell. Pray you do shustice, let awl be preson. Prison no, Lord shudge I wooll giue you pale, good suerty. What Bale? what suerties? Her coozin ap Ries, ap Euan, ap Morrice, ap Morgan, ap Lluellyn, ap Madoc, ap Meredith, ap Griffen, ap Dauy, ap Owen ap Shinken Shones. Two of the most, sufficient are ynow, And't please your Lordship these are al but one. To Iayle with them, and the Lord Herberts men, Weele talke with them, when the Assise is done, Riotous, audacious, and vnruly Groomes, Must we be forced to come from the Bench, To quiet brawles, which euery Constable In other ciuill places can suppresse? What was the quarrel that causde all this stirre? About religion (as I heard) my Lord. Lord Powesse detracted from the power of Rome, Affirming Wickliffes doctrine to be true, And Romes erroneous: hot reply was made By the lord Herbert, they were traytors all That would maintaine it: Powesse answered, They were as true, as noble, and as wise As he, that would defend it with their liues, He namde for instance sir Iohn Old-castle The Lord Cobham: Hebert replide againe, He, thou, and all are traitors that so hold. The he was giuen, the seuerall factions drawne, And so enragde, that we could not appease it. This case concernes the Kings prerogatiue, Ands dangerous to the State and common wealth. Gentlemen, Iustices, master Maior, and master Shrieue, It doth behoue vs all, and each of vs In generall and particular, to haue care For the suppressing of all mutinies, And all assemblies, except souldiers musters For the Kings preparation into France. We heare of secret conuenticles made, And there is doubt of some conspiracies, Which may breake out into rebellious armes When the King's gone, perchance before he go: Note as an instance, this one perillous fray, What factions might haue growne on either part, To the destruction of the King and Realme, Yet, in my conscience, sir Iohn Old-castle Innocent of it, onely his name was vsde. We therefore from his Highnesse giue this charge. You maister Maior, looke to your citizens, You maister Sherife vnto your shire, and you As Iustices in euery ones precinct There be no meetings. When the vulgar sort Sit on their Ale-bench, with their cups and kannes, Matters of state be not their common talke, Nor pure religion by their lips prophande. Let vs returne vnto the Bench againe, And there examine further of this fray. Sirs, haue ye taken the lord Powesse yet? No, nor heard of him. No, hee's gone farre enough. They that are left behind, shall answer all.