The Famous History of Sir Thomas Wyatt · chunk 7 of 22
Heywood, Thomas / Dekker, Thomas / Chettle, Henry / Webster, John · published 1607 · first performed or written 1602 (Annals) history · Worcester's Men unassigned nearest T38 Death, parting and grief at court · 486 words
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Fear not, good speech, those rude arms I bear, Is't not to fight, Sweet, gentle Peace away, But to succour your lives, pass peaceably away. Cry God save the Queen as you go, and God send you a good market. God save the Queen, what Queen? there lies the sense When we have none, it can be no offence. What carry you there in your basket? Mat. Eggs forsooth. Well, cry God save Queen Iane as you go, and God send you a good Market. Is the right Queen called Iane? alack for woe, at the first she was not christened so. Thus old and young still descant on her name, Nor lend no ear, when we horstile proclaim. I fear, I fear. Fear Bret, what shouldst thou fear? Thou hast a breast composed of adamant. Fall what ill betide, my anchor is cast, and I in Harbour ride. My Lord 'tis true, you sent unto the Counsel for fresh supplies, what succour, what supplies? Happy is he can draw his neck out of the collar, and make his peace with Marie. How stands the Treasurer addicted to us? I had forgot: when we wear at counsel, He stole away, and went home to his house, And by much entreaty was won to return, In brief they all incline to Queen Mary My Lord farewell, each hasty hour: Will colder tidings cell. Come they in thunder, we will meet with them? In the loudest language that their ordinance speaks, Ours shall answer theirs. Call me a Herald, and in the market place Proclaim Queen Jane. The streets are full, The town is populous, the people gape for novelty. Trumpets speak to them, That they may answer with an echoing cry, God save Queen Iane, God save her Majesty. Ha? a bare report of Trumpets! Are the slaves horse, or want they art to speak? O me! This Town consists on famous Colleges, Such as know both how, and what, and when to speak, Well, yet we will proceed, and smother what close envy hath decreed. Ambrose my Son, what news? O my thrice honoured Father, Boy, speak the worst, That which sounds deadly est, let me hear that first. The Lords have all revolted from your faction we in ourselves are strong. In Baynard's Castle was a counsel held, Whether the Maior and Sheriffs did resort, And 'twas concluded to proclaim Queen Mary. Then they revolt the allegiance from my Daughter, and give it to another: True my thrice honoured Father, Besides, my brother Guilford and his wife Where she was proclaimed Queen, are now close Prisoners, namely in the Tower. God take them to his mercy, they had need, Of grace and patience, for they both must bleed, Poor Innocent souls, they both from guilt are free. O my thrice honoured Father! might I advise you, fly to your manner, there study for your safety.
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Feare not, good speech, thuse rude armes I beare, Ist nt to fight, Sweet, gentle Peace away, But to succour your liues, passe peaceibly away. Crie saue the Queene as you goe, and God send you a good market. God saue the Queene, what Queene? there lies the sese When we haue none, it can be no offence. What carry you there in your basket? Mat. Egs orsooth. Well, crie God saue Queene Iane as you goe, and God snd you a good Market. Is the right Queene called Iane? alacke for woe, at the first she was not christened so. Thus olde and young still descant on her name, Nor lend no eare, when wee horstile proclaime. I feare, I feare. Fear Bret, what shouldst thou feare? Thou hast a brest compos'd of adamant. Fal what ill betide, my anchor is cast, and I in Harbor ride. My Lord tis true, you sent vnto the Counsell for fresh supplies, what succour, what supplies? Happie is he can draw his necke out of the coller, and make his peace with Marie. How stands the Treasurer addicted to vs? I had forgot: when we weare at counsell, He stole away, and went home to his house, And by much intreatie was woon to returne, In briefe they all incline to Queene Mary My Lord farwell, each hastic houre: Will coulder tydings cell. Come they in thunder, we will meete with them? In the loudest language that their ordinance speakes, Ours shall answere theirs. Call me a Herald, and in the market place Proclaime Queene ane. The streetes are full, The towne is populous, the people gape for noueltie. Trumpets speake to them, That they may answere with an echoning crie, God saue Queene Iane, God saue her Maiestie. Ha? a bare report of Trumpets! Are the slaues horse, or want they arte to speake? O me! This Towne consis on famous Colledges, Such as know both how, and what, and when to speake, Well, yet wee will proceede, and smother what close enuie hath decreed. Ambrose my Sonne, what newes? O my thrice honoured Father, Boy, speake the worst, That which soundes deadly est, let me heare that first. The Lords haue all re uolted from your faction Wee in our selues are strong. In Baynards Castle was a counsell held, Whether the Maior and Sheriffes did resort, And twas concluded to proclaime Queene Mary. Then they reuolt the alegeance from my Daughter, and giue it to another: True my thrice honoured Father, Besides, my brother Guilford and his wife Where she was proclaimde Queene, are now close Prisoners, namely in the Tower. God take them to his mercie, they had neede, Of grace and patience, for they both must bleede, Poore Innocentsoules, they both from guilt are free. O my thrice honoured Father! might I aduise you, flie to your manner, there studdie for your saftie.