The Famous History of Sir Thomas Wyatt · chunk 12 of 22
Heywood, Thomas / Dekker, Thomas / Chettle, Henry / Webster, John · published 1607 · first performed or written 1602 (Annals) history · Worcester's Men T43 York and Lancaster: dynastic claims and typicality 0.76 · 493 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T43: henry, king, richard, warwick, york, edward, father, duke, crown, son.
Wyat you are too hot. And you to proud vouchsafe? O base! I hope she'll not vouchsafe to take the Emperor's son to her dear mercy. proceed my Lord of Winchester I pray. Then still I say, we have cause to thank our God, That such a mighty Prince will look so low, As to respect this Island and our Queen. Pardon me Madam, he respect your island more than your person? think of that. Wyatt, you wrong the affection of the Prince, For he desires no fortresses nor towns, Nor to bear any office, rule or state, Either by person or by Substitute, Nor yet himself to be a Counsellor in our affairs. What need he (Noble Lords) to ask the fruit, when he demands the tree? No Castle, fortresses, nor Towers of strength, It boots not, when the chiefest Tower of all The key that opens unto all the Land. I mean our Gracious Sovereign must be his, But he will bear no office in the land, And yet will marry with the Queen of all. Nor be of counsel in the realms affairs, And yet the Queen enclosed in his arms: I do not like this strange marriage The Fox is subtle, and his head once in, The slender body easily will follow. I grant, he offers you in name of dower, The yearly sum of threescore thousand Ducats. Besides, the seventeen famous Provinces, And that the heir succeeding from your loins, Shall have the Sovereign rule of both the Realms. What, shall this move your Highness to the match? Spain is too far for England to inherit, But England near enough for Spain to woe. Has not the Kings of England (good Sir Thomas) Espoused the Daughters of our Neighbour Kings? I grant, your predecessors oft have sought Their Queen from France, And sometimes to from Spain. But never could I hear that England yet Has been so base, to seek a King from either: 'tis policy dear Queen, no love at all. 'tis love great Queen, no policy at all. Which of you all, dares justify this match, And not be touched in conscience with an oath? Remember, O remember I beseech you, King Henry's last will, and his act at Court, I mean that royal Court of Parliament, That does prohibit Spaniards from the Land, That Will and Act, to which you all are sworn, And do not dam your souls with perjury. But that we know thee Wyatt to be true Unto the Crown of England and to us, Thy overboldness should be paid with death. But cease, for fear your liberal tongue offend, With one consent my Lords you like this match? We do great Sovereign. Call in Count Edmond Honourable Lords. we have determined of your embassy, and thus I plight, our love to Philip's heart, Embark you straight, the wind blows wondrous fair: Till he shall land in England, I am all care.
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Wat you are too hot. And you to proude vouchsafe? O base! I hope sheele no vouchsafe to take the Emperors sonne to her deare mercie. my Lord of Winchester I pra'y. Then I say, we haue cause to thanke our God, That such a mightie Prince will look so lowe, As to respect this Iland and our Queene. Pardon me Madam, hee respect your more th your person? thinke of that. Wiat, you wrong the affection of the Prince, For he desires noe nor townes, Nor to beare any office, rule or state, Either by person or by Substitu, Nor yet himselfe to be a Counsellor in our affaires. What neede hee (Noble Lords) to aske the fruite, when he demaundes the tree? No Castle, , nor Towers of strength, It bootes not, when the chiefest Tower of all The key that opens vnto all the Land. I meane our Gratious Soueraigne must be his, But he will beare no office in the land, And yet will marry with the Queen of all. Nor be of counsell in the Realmes affaires, And yet the Queene inclosed in his armes: I doe not like this strange marriage The Fox is suttle, and his head once The slender body easily will follow. I grant, he offers you in name of dowre, The yearely summe of threescore thousand Duccats. Besides, the seauenteene famous Prouinces, And that the heire suceeding from your loynes, Shall haue the Souereigne rule of both the Ralmes. What, shall this mooue your Highnesse to the match? Spaine is too farre for England to inherit, But England neare enough for Spaine to woe. Has not the Kinges of England (good Sir Thomas) Espous'd the Daughters of our Neighbour Kinges? I graunt, your predecessors oft haue sought Their Qune from France, And sometimes to from Spaine. But neuer could I heare that England yet Has bin so base, to seeke a King from either: Tis policie deare Queene, no loue at all. Tis loue great Queene, no pollicie at all. Which of you all, dares iustifie this match, And not be toucht in conscience with an oath? Remember, O remember I beseech you, King Henries last will, and his act at Court, I meane that royall Court of Parliament, That does prohibit Spaniards from the Land, That Will and Act, to which you all are sworne, And doe not damme your soules with periurie. But that wee knowe thee Wyat to be true Vnto the Crowne of England and to vs, Thy ouer-boldnesse should bee payde with death. But cease, for feare your liberàll tongue offend, With one consent my Lordes you like this match? We doe great Soueraigne. Call in Count Edmond Honorable Lords. Wee haue determined of your Ambassie, and thus I plight, our loue to Philips heart, Imbarke you straight, the winde blowes wondrous faire: Till he shall land in England, I am all care.