The Famous History of Sir Thomas Wyatt · chunk 4 of 22
Heywood, Thomas / Dekker, Thomas / Chettle, Henry / Webster, John · published 1607 · first performed or written 1602 (Annals) history · Worcester's Men unassigned nearest T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour · 477 words
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But those rich spoils are past: we are now to go, Being native friends, against a native foe. In your hands we leave the Queen elected, She hath seizure of the Tower, If you'be confident, as you have sworn yourselves true liege men to her highness She no doubt, with royal favour will remunerate The least of your deserts. Farewell My tears into your bosoms fall, With one embrace I do include you all. My Lord most loved with what a mourning heart I take your farewell, let the after signs Of my employment witness. I protest. Did not the sacred person of my Queen, Whose weal I tender as my soul's chief bliss, Urge my abode, I would not think it shame To trail a pike where you were general. But wishes are in vain, I am bound to stay, And urgent business calls your grace away. See, on my knees I humbly take my leave, And steep my words with tears. Kind Arundel, I bind thee to my love. Once more farewell. heavens give your grace success. Commend us to the Queen and to your Son, Within one week, I hope war will be done. Come my Lords, shall us march. ay, ay, for God's sake on. 'tis more than time my friends, that we were gone. What ho Porter! open the gate. I beseech your honour to pardon me, The Counsel hath given strict command Not any shall pass this way. Why you idle fellow, am I not sent upon the queen's affairs, commanded by the Lords? and know you not that I am Treasurer? come open the Gate, you do you know not what. Well my Lord, I do adventure on your word. The Duke's displeasure: all the Counsel board besides, may be my heavy enemies, But go a God's name, I the worst will prove, And if I die, I die for him I love. I thank thee, and will warrant thee from death. Is my Horse ready? It is my Lord Then will I fly this fearful Counsel board, My heart misgives me, I have done amiss, Yet being a Counsellor one of the number Nothing can prove amiss. Now shall I know the worst. Here comes my Lord of Arundel. Porter, Did the Lord Treasurer pass this way? But now my gracious Lord. Ungracious Villain, follow, Bring him back again, If not, by fair means bring him back by force: And hear you sirrah, as you go, will the Lord Maior and some Aldermen of his Brethren, and some especial citizens of note, to attend our further pleasures presently. The Treasurer fled: the Duke is but newly arrested, some purpose, on my life, to cross their plots: we'll set strong watches, see Gates and walls well manned: 'tis ten to one but princely innocence, Is these strange turmoils wisest violence.
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But those rich spoiles are past: we are now to goe, Being natiue friends, against a natiue foe. In your hands we leaue the Queene elected, She hath seisure of the Tower, If you'be confident, as you haue sworne Your selues true lige men to her highnesse She no doubt, with royall fauour will remunerate The least of your . Farwell My teares into your bosomes fll, With one I doe include you all. My Lord most lou'd with what a mourning heart I take your farwell, let the after signes Of my imploym nt witnesse. I protest. Did not the sacred person of my Queene, Whose weale I tender as my soules cheefe blisse, Vrge my abode, I would not thinke it shame To traile a pike where you were generall. But wishes are in vaine, I am bound to stay, And vrgent businesse calls your grace away. See, on my knees I humbly take my leaue, And steep my wordes with teares. Kinde Arundell, I bind thee to my loue. Once more farwell. Heauens giue your grace successe. Commend vs to the Queene and to your Sonne, Within one weeke, I hope war will be done. Come my Lords, shall vs march. I, I, sor Gods sake on. Tis more then time my friendes, that we were gone. What ho Porter! open the gate. I beseech your honour to pardon me, The Couns hath giuen commaund Not shall this way. Why you idle fellow, am I not sent vppon the Queenes affaires, commanded by the Lords? and know you not that I am Treasurer? come open the Gate, doe you know not what. Well my Lord, I doe aduenture on your word. The Dukes displeasure: all the Counsell boord Bésides, may be my heauie enemies, But goe a Gods name, I the worst will proue, And if I die, I die for him I loue. I thanke thee, and will warrant thee from death. Is my Horse ready? It is my Lord Then will I flie this fearefull Counsell boord, My heart misgiues me, I haue done amisse, Yet being a Counsellor one of the number Nothing can prooue amisse. Now shall I know the worst. Heere comes my Lord of Arundell. Porter, Did the Lord Treasurer passe this way? But now my gratious Lord. Vngratious Villaine, follow, Bring him backe againe, If not, by faire meanes bring him backe by force: And heare you sirra, as you goe, will the Lord Maior and some Aldermen of his Bretheren, and some especiall Citttzens of note, to attend our further pleasures presently. Treasurer fled: the Duke is but newly arrested, some purpose, on my life, to crosse their plots: weeleset strong watches, see Gates and walles well mand: tis ten to one but princely innocence, Is these strange wisest violence.