1 If You Know Not Me You Know Nobody, or The Troubles of Queen Elizabeth · chunk 6 of 23
Heywood, Thomas · published 1605 · first performed or written 1604 [1604-1605; revised c.1632] (Annals) history · Queen Anne's Men unassigned nearest T18 Rebels, barons and the king's wars at ho · 499 words
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All forbear this place unless the Princess. Madam, we from the Queen are joined in full commission. By your Favour good my Lord ere you proceed, Madam, although this place doth tie you to this reverence, It becomes not you being a Princess to deject your knee, A chair there. My duty with my fortunes do agree, And to the Queen in you I bend my knee. You shall not kneel where Sussex sits in place, The Chamber keeper, a chair there for her grace. Madam, perhaps you censure hardly. That was enforced in this commission. Know you your own guilt my good Lord Chancellor, That you accuse yourself, I think not so, I am of this mind, no man is my foe. Madam I would you would submit, unto her highness. Submit my Lord of Winchester, 'tis fit That none but base offenders should submit, No no my Lord, I easily spy your drift, Having nothing whereon you can accuse me, Do seek to have myself, myself betray, So by myself my own blood should be spilled, Confess submission I confess a guilt. What answer you to Wiat's late rebellion, Madam, 'tis thought that you did set them on. Who is't will say so? men may much suspect, But yet my Lord, none can my life detect, I a confederate with those kentish rebels? If I ere saw or sent to them, let the Queen take my head, Hath not proud Wyatt suffered for his offence, And in the purging both of soul and body for heaven, Did Wyatt then accuse Elizabeth? Madam he did not. My reverent Lord I know it. Madam he would not. Oh my good Lord he could not. The same day Frogmorton was arraigned in the Guildhall, It was imposed on him, whether this Princess had a hand With him or no; he did deny it, Cleared her sore his death, yet accused others. My god be praised, this is news but of a minute old. What answer you to Sir Peter Carew in the west, The western Rebels. Ask the unborn Infant, see what that will answer, For that and I, are both alike in guilt, Let not by rigor Innocent blood be spilled. Come Madam, answer briefly to these treasons. Treason Lords, if it be treason to be the daughter To th'Eight Henry; Sister to Edward, and the next of blood unto My gracious sovereign now the Queen I am a traitor: if not, I Spit at treason. In Henry's reign this Law could not have stood, O god that we should suffer for our blood. Madam, the Queen must hear you sing another song, Before you part with us. My god doth know, I can no note but truth, That with heavens King, One day in quires of Angels I shall sing. Then Madam you'll not submit. My life I will, but not as guilty, My Lords, let pale offenders pardon crave, If we offend, laws rigor let us have.
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All forbeare this place vnlesse the Princesse. Madam, we from the Queene are ioynd in full commission. By your Fauour good my Lord ere you proceed, Madam, although this place doth tye you to this reuerence, It becomes not you being a Princesse to deiect your knee, A chaire there. My duty with my fortunes do agree, And to the Queene in you I bend my knee. You shall not kneele where Sussex sits in place, The Chamber keeper, a chaire there for her grace. Madam, perhaps you censure hardly. That was enforst in this commission. Knowe you your owne guilt my good Lord Chancelor, That you accuse your selfe, I thinke not so, I am of this mynd, no man is my foe. Madam I would you would submit, vnto her highnes. Submit my Lord of Winchester, tis fit That none but base offenders should submit, No no my Lord, I easily spy your drifte, Hauing nothing whereon you can accuse me, Do seeke to haue my selfe, my selfe betray, So by my selfe my owne blood should be spilt, Confesse submission I confesse a guilt. What answere you to Wiats late rebellion, Madam, tis thought that you did set them on. Who is't will say so? men may much suspect, But yet my Lord, none can my life detect, I a confederate with those kentish rebells? Yf I ere saw or sent to them, let the Queene take my head, Hath not proud Wyat suffered for his offence, And in the purging both of soule and body for heauen, Did Wyat then accuse Elizabeth? Madam he did not. My reuerent Lord I know it. Madam he would not. Oh my good Lord he could not. The same day Frogmorton was arrain'd in the Guild-hall, It was impos'd on him, whether this Princesse had a hand With him or no; he did deny it, Cler'd her sore his death, yet accus'd others. My god be prays'd, this is newes but of a minute old. What answere you to Sir Peter Carew in the west, The westerne Rebels. Aske the vnborne Infant, see what that will answere, For that and I, are both alike in guilt, Let not by rigor Innocent blood be spilt. Come Madam, answere breifly to these treasons. Treason Lords, if it be treason to be the daughter To th'Eight Henry; Sister to Edward, and the next of blood vnto My gratious soueraigne now the Queene I am a traytor: if not, I Spit at treason. In Henryes raigne this Law could not haue stood, O god that we should suffer for our blood. Madam, the Queene must here you sing another song, Before you parte with vs. My god doth know, I can no note but truth, That with heauens King, One day in quiers of Angels I shall singe. Then Madam you'le not submit. My life I will, but not as guilty, My Lords, let pale offendors pardon craue, If we offend, Lawes rigor let vs haue.