Drue, Thomas · published 1631 · first performed or written 1624 [licensed for stage, Jan 2] (Annals) history · Prince Palatine's (Palsgrave's) Men T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour typicality 0.85 · 501 words
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Your honour still shall find me the same man. In substance, but how in Religion? As than a member of the self same Church. My good Lady your Wife sir, she's not so. I do beseech your Lordships to suspend And smother your opinions till a trial Blow up the embers to an open flame, Then censure as you find, and give's your doom. If we but find her answers half so calm. Yes as thunder, she calm? as a baited Bear, I will oppose my disputation, Against a College of best discipline, Rather than with her brains, she sticks her jests, Like poisoned arrows, in our tender spleens: Thinking the sanctuary of her high birth To privilege her fond presumption, My credit sir be pawned. Your credit tut tut, she hangs upon the mercy of the Queen, But it will cast off her opinion. Should she be cold, my Lords, or set a frown Upon the alteration of her faith, Your Lordships know the sums of money due, From Charles the Emperor to her in the right, Of her departed husband, Suffolk's Duke, Which if your honourable licence would Assign me a free passage to those parts To gather up your unexpected love, Would heat her good opinion with the zeal. Where now the strangeness makes her somewhat stagger. Let him go my Lords, you shall go speed him hence The way is broader unto our revenge, Which I have sworn to take upon that Dame, Whose scornful taunts did so deprave my fame. What says my good Chancellor to this suit. You have free passage Bertie, when you please. To scape your envies, if we cross the seas. Follow him Clunie and when thou thinkest, The solemn farewell of divorced lips, Hath part this husband from his honoured wife, With some especial servants of the Queen Enter the Duchess house in Barbican, Take a true inventory of all her goods, Discharge her household, save a man or two. One Woman, and the Nurse that suckles her Child, And say you have commandment from the Queen To stay there till her highness' further pleasure, That she shall walk the highway to the Tower, Be gone, perform thine Office carefully, And I will pay thy pains as liberally. I go my Lord, but do you hear the news? How doctor Sands is scaped from the king's bench, and fled. Send forth our warrants into every Coast. Towards Kent, towards Kent, post Clunie, run villain How starest thou? pack. Live in my bosom if thou bring him back, This Sands is Chaplain to yond scornful Duchess, And he has ta'en this lesson from her brains, That house of sly devices, she's all wit, Nor shall I sleep until I ruin it. Madam, my promise of your penitence, Weighed with the puissance of your high birth, Wherein you are allied unto the Queen, Calmed the rough Menace of stout Gardner, And set a reverence on stern Bonners tongue, Humbly to wish your reformation.
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Your honor still shall find me the same man. In substance, but how in Religion? As then a member of the selfe same Church. My good Lady your Wie sir, shees not so. I doe beseech your Lordships to suspend And smother your opinions till a triall Blow vp the embers to an open flame, Then censure as you find, and giue's your doome. If we but finde her answers halfe so calme. Yes as thunder, she calme? as a baited Beare, I will oppose my disputation, Against a Colledge of best discipline, Rather then with her braines, she sticks her ists▪ Like poysoned arrowes, in our tender spleenes: Thinking the sanctuary of her high birth▪ To priviledge her fond presumption, My credit sir be pawnd. Your credit tut tut, she hangs vpon the mercy of the Queene, But it will cast off her opinion. Should she be cold, my Lords, or set a frowne Vpon the alteration of her faith, Your Lordships know the somes of money due, From Charles the Emperour to her in the right, Of her departed husband, Suffolkes Duke, Which if your honorable licence would Assigne me a free passage to those parts To gather vp your vnexpected loue, Would heate her good opinion with the zeale. Where now the strangenes makes her somewhat stagger. Let him goe my Lords, you shal go speed him hence The way is broader vnto our reuenge, Which I haue sworne to take vpon that Dame, Whose scornefull taunts did so depraue my fame. What saies my good Chancelor to this sute. You haue free passage Bertie, when you please. To scape your envies, if we crosse the seas. Follow him Clunie and when thou thinkest, The solemne farewell of ivorced lips, Hath part this husband from his honor'd wife, With some especiall servants of the Queene Enter the Dutches house in Barbican, Take a true inventory of all her goods, Discharge her household, saue a man or two. One Woman, and the Nurse that suckles her Child, And say you haue commandement from the Queene To stay there till her highnesse further pleasure, That she shall walke the hie-way to the Tower, Be gon, performe thine Office carefully, And I will pay thy paines as liberally. I goe my Lord, but doe you heare the newes? How Docter Sands is scapt from the kings bench, and fled. Send foorth our warrants into every Coast. Towards Kent▪ towards Kent, post Cluine, run villaine How starest thou? packe. Liue in my bosome if thou bring him backe, This Sands is Chaplaine to yon scornefull Dutches, And he has tayne this lesson from her braynes, That house of slie deuises, shees all wit, Nor shall I sleepe vntill I ruine it. Madam, my promise of your penitence, Wayed with the puissance of your high birth, Wherein you are alied vnto the Queene, Calmed the rough Menace of stout Gardner, And set a reverence on sterne Bonners tongue, Humbly to wish your reformation.