The Famous History of Sir Thomas Wyatt · chunk 11 of 22
Heywood, Thomas / Dekker, Thomas / Chettle, Henry / Webster, John · published 1607 · first performed or written 1602 (Annals) history · Worcester's Men unassigned nearest T10 England and France: war, embassy and pea · 501 words
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O my Lord of Arundel, we remember that, But shall a Subject force his Prince to swear Contrary to her conscience and the Law? we here release unto our faithful people, one entire Subsidy, Due unto the Crown in our dead Brother's days. The Commonalty shall not be o'erburdened In our reign, let them be libre all in Religion, and we will spare their treasure to themselves: Better a poor Prince than the Nation poor, The subjects Treasure, in the sovereign's store. What is your highness pleasure about the Rebels? The Queenlike Rebels, Mean you not Queen Iane? Guilford and Iane, with great Northumberland, and haughty Suffolk's Duke. The Duke of Suffolk is not yet apprehended, Therefore my Lords, Some of you most dear to us in love, Be careful of that charge: The rest we'll leave for try all of the other prisoners. The Lady Iane most mighty Sovereign, allied to you in blood: for she's the Daughter of your Father's Sister. Mary the Queen of France: Charles Brandon's Wife your Niece, your next of blood, except your sister, Deserves some pity, so doth youthful Guilford. Such pity as the law allows to Traitors. They were misled by their ambitious Fathers, What Son to obey his Father proves a Traitor, Must buy their disobedience with their death. My Lord of Winchester, still thirsts for blood. Wyatt no more, the law shall be their judge, Mercy to mean offenders we'll ostend, Not unto such that dares usurp our Crown. Count Edmond the Ambassador from Spain, attends your highness answer, brought those Letters sent from the Emperor In his sons behalf. In the behalf of lovely Princely Philip, Whose person we have shrined in our heart? at the first sight of his delightful picture That picture should have power to tingle Love in Royal breasts: the Darts of love are words, pictures, conceit, he'll prevail by any, Your counsel Lords about this foreign business. I say and it like your royal Majesty, a royal treaty, and to be confirmed, and I allow the match. Allow it Lords, we have cause To thank our God, that such a mighty Prince as Philip is, Son to the Emperor, Heir to wealthy Spain, and many spacious Kingdoms, will vouchsafe— Vouchsafe! my Lord of Winchester, pray what? To grace our mighty Sovereign with his honourable Title. To marry with our Queen: mean you not so? I do, what then? O God! is she a beggar, a forsaken Maid, that she hath need of grace from foreign princes? By God's dear mother, O God pardon swear I, methinks she is a fair and lovely Prince, Her only beauty (were she of mean birth) Able to make the greatest Potentate, I the great Emperor of the mighty Cham, That hath more Nations under his Command, Then spanish Philip's like to inherit towns, To come and lay his sceptre at her feet, And to entreat her to vouchsafe the grace To take him and his Kingdom to her mercy.
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O my Lord of Arundell, wee remember that, But shall a Subiect force his Prince to sweare Contrarie to her conscience and the Law? Wee heere release vnto our faithfull people, one Subsidie, Due vnto the Crowne in our dead Brothers daies. The Commonaltie shal not be burdned In our reigne, let them be liber all in Religion, and wee will spare their treasure to themselues: Better a poore Prince then the Nation poore, The Subiects Treasure, in the Soueraignes store. What is your Highnesse pleasure about the Rebels? The Queene-like Rebels, Meane you not Queene Iane? Guilford and Iane, with great Northumberland, and hauty Suffolkes Duke. The Duke of Suffolke is not yet apprehended, Therefore my Lords, Some of you most deare to vs in loue, Be carefull of that charge: The rest weele leaue for try all of the other prisoners. The Lady Iane most mightie Soueraigne, Alyde to you in blood: for shes the Daughter of your Fathers Sister. Mary the Queene of France: Charles Brandons Wife your Neece, your next of blood, except your sister, Deserues some pittie, so doth youthfull Guilford. Such pittie as the law alowes to Traitors. They were misled by their ambitious Fathers, What Sonne to obey his Father proues a Traitor, Must buy their disobedience with their death. My Lord of Winchester, still thirsts for . Wiat no more, the law shall be their Iudge, Mercie to meane offenders weele ostend, Not vnto such that dares vsurpe our Crowne. Count Edmond the Embassador from Spaine, attends your highnesse answere, brought those Letters sent from the Emperor In his Sonnes behalfe. In the behalfe of louely Princely Philip, Whose person wee haue shrined in our heart? at the first sight of his delightfull picture That picture should haue power to tingle Loue in Royall brests: the Dartes of loue are wordes, pictures, conceite, heele preuaile by any, Your counsell Lords about this forraine businesse. I say and it like your royall Maiestie, a royall treatie, and to be confirm'd, and I alowe the match. Alow it Lordes, we haue cause To thanke our God, that such a mightie Prince as Phillip is, Sonne to the Emperor, Heire to wealthy Spaine, and many spacious Kingdomes, will vouchsase — Vouchsafe! my Lord of Winchester, pray what? To grace our mightie Soueraigne with his honourable Title. To marrie with our Queene: mean you not so? I doe, what then? O God! is shee a beggr, a forsaken Maide, that she hath neede of grace from forrine princes? By Gods deare mother, O God prdon sweae I, Me thinkes she is a faire and louely Prince, Her onely beautie (were she of meae birth) Able to make the greatest , I the great Emperor of the Cham, That hath mor vnder his Commaund, Then spanish Philip's like to inherrit townes, To come and lay his Scpter at her feet, And to intreate her to vouchsafe the grace To take him and his Kingdome to her mercy.