1 If You Know Not Me You Know Nobody, or The Troubles of Queen Elizabeth · chunk 5 of 23
Heywood, Thomas · published 1605 · first performed or written 1604 [1604-1605; revised c.1632] (Annals) history · Queen Anne's Men unassigned nearest T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation · 502 words
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Two of your highness Doctors we then called, And charged them as they would answer it, To tell the truth, if that our journeys toil Might be no prejudice unto her life; Or if we might with safety bring her thence: They answered, that we might; we did so, Here she is to do her duty to your Majesty. Let her attend, we will find time to hear her. But royal Queen, yet for her virtues sake, Deem her offences, if she have offended, With all the lenity a Sister can. My Lord of Winchester, my Lord of Sussex. Lord Howard, Tame, and Shandoyse, Take you Commission to examine her Of all supposed Crimes; so to our Nuptials. What Festival more Royal hath been seen, Than twixt Spain's Prince, and England's Royal Queen. Is not my gentleman usher yet returned. Madam, not yet. O God, my fear hath been good physic, But the Queen's displeasure, that hath cured my Body's Imperfection, Hath made me heart sick, brain sick, and sick even to death. What are you? Your household Officers and humble servants, Who now your house fair Princess, is dissolved And quite broke up, come to attend your grace. We thank you, and am more indebted for your loves Than we have power: or virtue to requite, Alas I am all the Queens, yet nothing of myself, But God and innocence, be you my Patrons and defend my cause Why weep you gentlemen? Not for ourselves, men are not made to weep At there own fortunes, our eyes are made of fire, And to extract water from fire is hard, Nothing but such a Princess grief as yours, So good a Lady & so beautiful, so absolute a mistress, And perfect as you have delivered been, Have power to do't, your sorrow makes us sad. My innocence yet makes my heart as light, As my front's heavy: all that heaven sends is welcome Gentlemen divide these few crowns amongst you, I am now a prisoner; and shall want nothing, I have some friends about her majesty, That are providing for me all things; all things; ay, even my grave; and being possessed of that, I shall need nothing: weep not I pray, Rather you should rejoice: If I miscarry in this enterprise, and ask you why, A Virgin and a Martyr both I die. He that first gave you life, protect that life, From those that wish your death. What's my of offence? who be my accusers. Madam, that the Queen & Winchester best knows. What says the Queen unto my late petition. You are denied that grace: Her Majesty will not admit you conference, Sir William Sentlo urging that motion, Was first committed, since sent to the Tower, Madam, in brief your foes are the queen's friends, Your friends her foes, Six of the Counsel are this day appointed, To examine you of certain articles, They shallbe welcome; my god in whom I trust, Will help, deliver, save, defend the just.
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Two of your Highnesse Doctors we then cal'd, And charg'd them as they would answere it, To tell the truth, if that our iourneys toyle Might be no preiudice vnto her life; Or if we might with safetie bring her thence: They answered, that we might; we did so, Here she is to doe her dutie to your Maiestie. Let her attend, we will find time to heare her. But royall Queene, yet for her vertues sake, Deeme her offences, if she haue offended, VVith all the lenitie a Sister can. My Lord of VVinchester, my Lord of Sussex. Lord Howard, Tame, and Shandoyse, Take you Commission to examine her Of all supposed Crimes; so to our Nuptials. VVhat Festiuall more Royall hath been seene, Than twixt Spaines Prince, and Englands Royall Queene. Is not my gentleman vsher yet return'd. Madam, not yet. O God, my feare hath been good phisick, But the Queens displeasure, that hath cur'd my bodies Imperfectiō, Hath made me hart sick, braine sick, and sick euen to death. What are you? Your howshold Officers and humble seruants, VVho now your house faire Princesse, is desolu'd And quite broke vp, come to attend your grace. VVe thanke you, and am more indebted for your loues Than we haue power: or vertue to requite, Alas I am all the Queenes, yet nothing of my selfe, But God and Inocence, be you my Patrons and defend my cause VVhy weepe you gentlemen? Not for our selues, men are not made to weepe At there owne fortunes, our eies are made of fire, And to extract water from fire is hard, Nothing but such a Princesse griefe as yours, So good a Ladie & so beautifull, so absolute a mistris, And perfect as you haue deliuered been, Haue power to doo't, your sorrow makes vs sad. My Inocence yet makes my hart as light, As my front's heauie: all that heauen sends is welcome Gentlemen diuide these few crownes amongst you, I am now a prisoner; and shall want nothing, I haue some friends about her maiesty, That are prouiding for mee all things; all things; I, euen my graue; and being possest of that, I shall need nothing: weepe not I pray, Rather you should reioyce: If I miscarry in this enterprise, and aske you why, A Virgine and a Martyr both I dy. He that first gaue you life, protect that life, From those that wish your death. VVhats my of offence? who be my accusers. Madam, that the Queene & VVinchester best knowes. VVhat saies the Queene vnto my late petition. You are deny'd that grace: Her Maiestie will not admitt you conference, Sir William Sentlo vrging that motion, VVas first committed, since sent to the Tower, Madam, in breife your foes are the Queenes freindes, Your freinds her foes, Six of the Counsell are this day appoynted, To examine you of certaine articles, They shalbe welcome; my god in whome I trust, VVill helpe, deliuer, saue, defend the iust.