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 T15 Friars and holy orders in plot · 520 words
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Trust me, my Lord Bishop, whether Irish, Or English, Harpoole or not Harpoole, that I leave to be decided by the trial: But sure I am this man by face and speech Is he that murdered young sir Richard Lee: I met him presently upon the fact, And that he slew his master for that gold, Those jewels, and that chain I took from him. Well, our affairs do call us back to London, So that we cannot prosecute the cause As we desire to do, therefore we leave The charge with you, to see they be conveyed To Hartford Sise: both this counterfeit And you sir Iohn of Wrotham, and your wench, For you are culpable as well as they, Though not for murder, yet for felony. But since you are the means to bring to light This graceless murder, you shall bear with you, Our letters to the judges of the bench, To be your friends in what they lawful may. I thank your Lordship. So, away with them. Bring forth the prisoners, see the court prepared, The justices are coming to the bench. So, let him stand, away, and fetch the rest. Oh give me patience to endure this scourge, Thou that art fountain of that virtuous stream, And though contempt, false witness, and reproach Hang on these iron gives, to press my life As low as earth, yet strengthen me with faith, That I may mount in spirit above the clouds. Here comes my lady, sorrow 'tis for her, Thy wound is grievous, else I scoff at thee. What and poor Harpoole! art thou i'th' briars too? i'faith my Lord, I am in, get out how I can. Say (gentle Lord) for now we are alone, And may confer, shall we confess in brief, Of whence, and what we are, and so prevent The accusation is commenced against us? What will that help us? being known, sweet love, We shall for heresy be put to death, For so they term the religion we profess. No, if it be ordained we must die, And at this instant, this our comfort be, That of the guilt imposed, our souls are free. Yea, yea my lord, Harpoole is so resolved, I wreak of death the less, in that I die Not by the sentence of that envious priest The Bishop of Rochester, oh were it he, Or by his means that I should suffer here, It would be double torment to my soul. Well, be it then according as heaven please. Now M. Maior, what gentleman is that, You bring with you, before us and the bench? The Lord Powes if it like your honour, And this his Lady, traveling toward Wales, Who for they lodged last night within my house, And my Lord Bishop did lay search for such, Were very willing to come on with me, Lest for their sakes, suspicion we might wrong. We cry your honour mercy good my Lord, willt please ye take your place, madame your ladyship, May here or where you will repose yourself, Until this business now in hand be passed.
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Trust me, my Lord Bishop, whether Irish, Or English, Harpoole or not Harpoole, that I leaue to be decided by the triall: But sure I am this man by face and speech Is he that murdred yong sir Richard Lee: I met him presently vpon the fact, And that he slew his maister for that gold, Those iewells, and that chaine I tooke from him. Well, our affaires doe call vs backe to London, So that we cannot prosecute the cause As we desire to do, therefore we leaue The charge with you, to see they be conuaide To Hartford Sise: both this counterfaite And you sir Iohn of Wrotham, and your wench, For you are culpable as well as they, Though not for murder, yet for felony. But since you are the meanes to bring to light This gracelesse murder, you shall beare with you, Our letters to the Iudges of the bench, To be your friendes in what they lawfull may. I thanke your Lordship. So, away with them. Bring forth the prisoners, see the court preparde, The Iustices are comming to the bench. So, let him stand, away, and fetch the rest. Oh giue me patience to indure this scourge, Thou that art fountaine of that vertuous streame, And though contempt, false witnes, and reproch Hang on these yron gyues, to presse my life As low as earth, yet strengthen me with faith, That I may mount in spirite aboue the cloudes. Here comes my lady, sorow tis for her, Thy wound is greeuous, else I scoffe at thee. What and poore Harpoole! art thou ith bryars too? I faith my Lord, I am in, get out how I can. Say (gentle Lord) for now we are alone, And may conferre, shall we confesse in briefe, Of whence, and what we are, and so preuent The accusation is commenede against vs? What will that helpe vs? being knowne, sweete loue, VVe shall for heresie be put to death, For so they tearme the religion we professe. No, if it be ordained we must die, And at this instant, this our comfort be, That of the guilt imposde, our soules are free. Yea, yea my lord, Harpoole is so resolude, I wreake of death the lesse, in that I die Not by the sentence of that enuious priest The Bishop of Rochester, oh were it he, Or by his meanes that I should suffer here, It would be double torment to my soule. VVell, be it then according as heauen please. Now M. Maior, what gentleman is that, You bring with you, before vs and the bench? The Lord Powes if it like your honor, And this his Lady, trauelling toward Wales, Who for they lodgde last night within my house, And my Lord Bishop did lay search for such, Were very willing to come on with me, Lest for their sakes, suspition we might wrong. We crie your honor mercy good my Lord, Wilt please ye take your place, madame your ladyship, May here or where you will repose your selfe, Vntill this businesse now in hand be past.