The Famous History of Sir Thomas Wyatt · chunk 19 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 · 481 words
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I say unguilty still, yet I am guilty, Slander not thyself, If there be any guilty it was I, I was proclaimed Queen, I the crown should wear. Because I was thy Husband I stand here. Our wee our , our , And shall our fathers faults our lives divide? It was my father that made thee distressed, O but for mine, my Guilford had been My Iane had as . My Guilford free from this soul grieving care. If we be guilty, 'tis no fault of ours, And shall , for in We sought no kingdom, we desired no Crown, It was imposed upon us by constraint, Like golden fruit hung on a barren Tree, And will you such ? Then make the silver Thames, As black as Sickts, because it was constrained to bear the banks, whose battering ordinance should have been employed against the hinderers of our Royalty. You talk of senseless things. Dooe's Trees want sence, that by the power of musick? haue bene drawn to dance a pleasing measure, wcome then vnto liuing thinges, say wee vsurpe the English Royaltie, wast not by your I tell you Lords, I have your hands to show, Subscrib'd to the Commission of my father, cons? By which, you did authorize him to wage arms, If they were Rebellious against your sovereign Who cried so loud as you, God save Queen Iane? And come you now your Sovereign to arraign? Come down, come down, here at a prisoner's bar Better do so, then judge yourselves amiss: For look what sentence, on our heads you lay, Upon your own, may light another day. The Queen hath pardoned them: And we must die, for a less fault, O partiality! Patience my Guilford, it was ever known, They that find least, the punishment have borne. True, my fair Queen of sorrow truly speak. Great men like great Flies, Through laws Cobwebs break, But the thin'st frame, the prison of the weak. Now trust me Arundell, It doth grieve me much, to sit In judgement of these harmless— I helped to attach the Father, but the son— O through my blood, I feel compassion. Run my Lords, we'll be humble suitors to the Queen to save these innocent creatures from their deaths. Let's break up Court, If Norfolk long should stay, In tears and passion, I should melt away. Sit still, what will you take compassion upon such? they are heretics. We are Christians, Leave our conscience to ourselves: We stand not here about Religious causes But are accused of Capital Treason. Then you confess the indictment. even what you will, Yet save my Iane, although my blood you spill. If I must die, save Princely Guilford's life. Who is not moved, to see this loving strife? Pray pardon me, do what you will today, And i'll approve it though it be my death.
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I say vnguiltie still, yet I am guiltie, Slander not thy selfe, If there be any guiltie was I, I was Queene, I the should weare. I was thy Husband I . Our wee our , our , And shall our fathers liues ? It was my that made thee , O but for , my Guilford . My Iane had as . My free from this soule . If wee bee guiltie, tis fault , And shall , for in We sought no , we no Crowne, It was imposde vpon by , Like goulden on a Tree, And will you such ? Then make the , As blacke as Sickts, because it was constraind to beare the bankes, whose battering ordinance should haue bin imploid against the hindrers of our Royaltie. You talke of senceless ethings. Dooe's Trees want sence, that by the power of musick? haue bene drawn to dance a pleasing measure, wcome then vnto liuing thinges, say wee vsurpe the English Royaltie, wast not by your I tel you Lords, I haue your hands to show, Subscrib'd to the Commission of my father, cons? By which, you did authorice him to wage armes, If they were Rebellious against your Souaigne Who cride so loude as you, God saue Queene Iane? And come you now your Soueraigne to arraigne? Come downe, come downe, here at a Prisoners barre Better doe so, then iudge your selues amisse For looke what , on our heads you lay, Vpon your owne, may light another day. The Queene hath pardon'd them: And wee must die, for a lesse fault, O partiallitie! Patience my Guilford, it was euer knowne, They that find least, the punishment haue borne. True, my faire Queene of sorrowe truely speake. Great men like great Flies, Through lawes Cobw breake, But the thin'st the prison of the weake. Now trust me Arund ell, It doth gri mee much, to sit In iudgement of these harmlesse — I helpt to attach the Father, but the sonne — O through my blood, I feele compassion. Ru my Lords, weele be humble suters to the Queen to saue these innocent creatures from their deathes. Lets breake vp Court, If Norfolke long should stay, In teares and passion, I should melt away. Sit still, what will you take compassion vpon such? they are Heritickes. VVe are Christians, Leaue our conscience to our selues: VVe stand not heere about Religious causes But are accused of Capitall Treason. Then you confesse the inditement. Euen what you will, Yet saue my Iane, although my blood you spill. If I must die, saue Princely Guilfords life. Who is not moou'd, to see this louing strife? Pray pardon me, doe what you will to day, And ile approue it though it be my death.