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 T31 Popes, cardinals and the crown typicality 0.83 · 527 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T31: cardinal, pope, king, lord, majesty, holy, rome, france, church, lords.
Now my lord Bishop, take free liberty To speak your mind: what is your suit to us? My noble Lord, no more than what you know, And have been oftentimes invested with: Grievous complaints have passed between the lips Of envious persons to upbraid the Clergy, Some carping at the livings which we have, And others spurning at the ceremonies That are of ancient custom in the church. Amongst the which, Lord Cobham is a chief: What inconvenience may proceed hereof, Both to the King and to the common wealth, May easily be discerned, when like a frenzy This innovation shall possess their minds. These upstarts will have followers to uphold Their damned opinion, more than Harry shall To undergo his quarrel 'gainst the French. What proof is there against them to be had, That what you say the law may justify? They give themselves the name of Protestants, And meet in fields and solitary groves. Was ever heard (my Lord) the like till now? That thieves and rebels, 'sblood heretics, Plain heretics, I'll stand to't to their teeth, Should have to colour, their vile practises, A title of such worth, as Protestant? O but you must not swear, it ill becomes One of your coat, to rap out bloody oaths. Pardon him good my Lord, it is his zeal, An honest country prelate, who laments To see such foul disorder in the church. There's one they call him Sir Iohn Oldcastle, He has not his name for nought: for like a castle Doth he encompass them within his walls, But till that castle be subverted quite, We ne'er shall be at quiet in the realm. That is our suit, my Lord, that he be ta'en, And brought in question for his heresy, Beside, two letters brought me out of Wales, Wherein my Lord Herford writes to me, What tumult and sedition was begun, About the Lord Cobham, at the Sises there, For they had much ado to calm the rage, And that the valiant Herbert is there slain. A fire that must be quenched; well, say no more, The King anon goes to the counsel chamber, There to debate of matters touching France: As he doth pass by, I'll inform his grace Concerning your petition: Master Butler, If I forget, do you remember me, I will my Lord. Not for a recompense, But as a token of our love to you, By me my Lords of the clergy do present This purse, and in it full a thousand Angels, Praying your Lordship to accept their gift. I thank them, my Lord Bishop, for their love, But will not take their money, if you please To give it to this gentleman, you may. Sir, than we crave your furtherance herein. The best I can my Lord of Rochester. Nay, pray ye take it, trust me but you shall, Were ye all three upon New Market heath, You should not need strain curtsy who should hait, Sir Iohn would quickly rid ye of that care. The King is coming, fear ye not my Lord, The very first thing I will break with him, Shall be about your matter.
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Now my lord Bishop, take free liberty To speake your minde: what is your sute to vs? My noble Lord, no more than what you know, And haue bin oftentimes inuested with: Grieuous complaints haue past betweene the lippes Of enuious persons to vpbraide the Cleargy, Some carping at the liuings which we haue, And others spurning at the ceremonies That are of auncient custome in the church. Amongst the which, Lord Cobham is a chiefe: What inconuenience may proceede hereof, Both to the King and to the common wealth, May easily be discernd, when like a frensie This innouation shall possesse their mindes. These vpstarts will haue followers to vphold Their damnd opinion, more than Harry shall To vndergoe his quarrell gainst the French. What proofe is there against them to be had, That what you say the law may iustifie? They giue themselues the name of Protestants, And meete in fields and solitary groues. Was euer heard (my Lord) the like til now? That theeues and rebells, s bloud heretikes, Playne heretikes, Ile stand toote to their teeth, Should haue to colour, their vile practises, A title of such worth, as Protestant? O but you must not sweare, it ill becomes One of your coate, to rappe out bloudy oathes. Pardon him good my Lord, it is his zeale, An honest country prelate, who laments To see such foule disorder in the church. Theres one they call him Sir Iohn Old-castle, He has not his name for naught: for like a castle Doth he encompasse them within his walls, But till that castle be subuerted quite, We ne're shall be at quiet in the realme. That is our sute, my Lord, that he be tane, And brought in question for his heresie, Beside, two letters brought me out of Wales, Wherin my Lord Herford writes to me, What tumult and sedition was begun, About the Lord Cobham, at the Sises there, For they had much ado to calme the rage, And that the valiant Herbert is there slaine. A fire that must be quencht; wel, say no more, The King anon goes to the counsell chamber, There to debate of matters touching France: As he doth passe by, Ile informe his grace Concerning your petition: Master Butler, If I forget, do you remember me, I will my Lord. Not for a recompence, But as a token of our loue to you, By me my Lords of the cleargie do present This purse, and in it full a thousand Angells, Praying your Lordship to accept their gift. I thanke them, my Lord Bishop, for their loue, But will not take their mony, if you please To giue it to this gentleman, you may. Sir, then we craue your furtherance herein. The best I can my Lord of Rochester. Nay, pray ye take it, trust me but you shal, Were ye all three vpon New Market heath, You should not neede straine curtsie who should ha'te, Sir Iohn would quickely rid ye of that care. The King is comming, feare ye not my Lord, The very first thing I will breake with him, Shal be about your matter.