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 T18 Rebels, barons and the king's wars at ho · 483 words
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Thus mighty King, by general consent, A messenger was sent to cite this Lord, To make appearance in the consistory, And coming to his house, a ruffian slave, One of his daily followers, met the man, Who knowing him to be a parator, Assaults him first, and after in contempt Of us, and our proceedings, makes him eat The written process, parchment, seal and all: Whereby his master neither was brought forth, Nor we but scorned, for our authority. When was this done? At six o'clock this morning. And when came you to court? Last night my Lord. By this it seems, he is not guilty of it, And you have done him wrong t'accuse him so. But it was done my lord by his appointment, Or else his man durst ne'er have been so bold. Or else you durst be bold, to interrupt, And fill our ears with frivolous complaints, Is this the duty you do bear to us? Was't not sufficient we did pass our word To send for him, but you misdoubting it, Or which is worse, intending to forestall Our regal power, must likewise summon him? This savours of Ambition, not of zeal, And rather proves, you malice his estate, Than any way that he offends the law. Go to, we like it not, and he your officer, That was employed so much amiss herein, Had his desert for being insolent: So Cobham when you please you may depart. I humbly bid farewell unto my liege. Farewell, what's the news by Huntington? Sir Roger Acton, and a crew, my Lord, Of bold seditious rebels, are in Arms, Intending reformation of Religion. And with their Army they intend to pitch, In Ficket field, unless they be repulsed. So near our presence? dare they be so bold? And will proud war, and eager thirst of blood, Whom we had thought to entertain far off, Press forth upon us in our native bounds? Must we be forced to handsel our sharp blades In England here, which we prepared for France? Well, a God's name be it, what's their number? say, Or who's the chief commander of this rout? Their number is not known, as yet (my Lord) But 'tis reported Sir Iohn Oldcastle Is the chief man, on whom they do depend. How, the Lord Cobham? Yes my gracious Lord. I could have told your majesty as much Before he went, but that I saw your Grace Was too much blinded by his flattery. Send post my Lord to fetch him back again. Traitor unto his country, how he smoothed, And seemed as innocent as Truth itself? I cannot think it yet, he would be false, But if he be, no matter let him go, we'll meet both him and them unto their woe. This falls out well, and at the last I hope To see this heretic die in a rope.
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Thus mightie King, by generall consent, A messenger was sent to cite this Lord, To make appearance in the consisorie, And comming to his house, a ruffian slaue, One of his daily followers, met the man, Who knowing him to be a parator, Assaults him first, and after in contempt Of vs, and our proceedings, makes him eate The written processe, parchment, seale and all: Whereby his maister neither was brought forth, Nor we but scornd, for our authoritie. When was this done? At sixe a clocke this morning. And when came you to court? Last night my Lord. By this it seemes, he is not guilty of it, And you haue done him wrong t'accuse him so. But it was done my lord by his appointment, Or else his man durst ne're haue bin so bold. Or else you durst be bold, to interrupt, And fill our eares with friuolous complaints, Is this the duetie you do beare to vs? Was't not sufficient we did passe our word To send for him, but you misdoubting it, Or which is worse, intending to forestall Our regall power, must likewise summon him? This sauours of Ambition, not of zeale, And rather proues, you malice his estate, Than any way that he offends the law. Go to, we like it not, and he your officer, That was imployde so much amisse herein, Had his desert for being insolent: So Cobham when you please you may depart. I humbly bid farewell vnto my liege. Farewell, what's the newes by Huntington? Sir Roger Acton, and a crue, my Lord, Of bold seditious rebels, are in Armes, Intending reformation of Religion. And with their Army they intend to pitch, In Ficket field, vnlesse they be repulst. So nere our presence? dare they be so bold? And will prowd warre, and eager thirst of bloud, Whom we had thought to entertaine farre off, Presse forth vpon vs in our natiue boundes? Must wee be forc't to hansell our sharp blades In England here, which we prepar'd for France? Well, a Gods name be it, what's their number? say, Or who's the chiefe commander of this rowt? Their number is not knowne, as yet (my Lord) But tis reported Sir Iohn Old-castle Is the chiefe man, on whom they do depend. How, the Lord Cobham? Yes my gracious Lord. I could haue told your maiestie as much Before he went, but that I saw your Grace Was too much blinded by his flaterie. Send poast my Lord to fetch him backe againe. Traitor vnto his country, how he smooth'de, And seemde as innocent as Truth it selfe? I cannot thinke it yet, he would be false, But if he be, no matter let him go, Weele meet both him and them vnto their wo. This falls out well, and at the last I hope To see this heretike die in a rope.