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 0.79 · 478 words
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His crime my Lord is it not manifest, That he's a favourer of these Schismatics, And what is that but flat rebellion. Goe too, he must frye fort, he, shall I say the wo Bonner that ere long will purge this land with bonfires, We come not with the Olive branch of Peace, But with the sword of justice, these Hydras-heads will still Be flourishing, unless at once we give't a fatal stroke, Let them convert to ashes, let them burn, So shall the State be quiet: how now, what news? What have you caught the Duchess. Most strangely sir, she did escape my hands, Besides at Billingsgate have I kept narrow search, Yet for my life could set no eye on her. But we have all this while ta'en a wrong course, Shall we imagine being hunted thus: She would commit the safeguard of her life To common passage, where she was assured There would be diligent weight laid for her: No, she's more subtle, all the world, my Lord, Shall not persuade, but she's in England still, In Margot, Lee, or some such bordering town. And in good time I met a man of hers, One Fox, my Lord, a fellow, as it seems, Disgraced by her, that told me we were wide In that we went about. Where met you him. Coming from Algate. Would he not confess Which way his Lady Mistress was escaped? With much ado my Lords, with threats and promises, At last he told me he would bring Where we might trace her, and entrap her too. Why brought you not that fellow to our presence? He shall have dispensation how he will, So he be trusty, and perform his word. He promised faithfully to meet me here. Well if he come, your ear. Now Fox devise to qualify Thy nature to thy name, These be mere Cannibals That take no pleasure but in sucking blood, And though unluckily it was thy chance, To fall into their hands, yet be not thou (however outward grievances may urge) A traitor to thy Lady; smooth with these, That under colour to betray the Duchess, She may have safer liberty to pass. See my Lords, he's come. Come hither sirrah, you did serve the Duchess, And 'tis no doubt but you can give us notice Which way she's fled, stand no upon nice terms As fearing to incur some deadly sin, But tell us plainly which way she is gone. My Lords, I cannot readily discover Which way she's gone, by reason I have been Long in disgrace, and quite dismissed the house, But sure it is, she went disguised from hence, And 'tis not possible but she must lurk, Within some Haven town near to the coast. What Town, as thou imaginest? My Lords I think toward Dover, Or the Downs of Kent.
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His crime my Lord is it not manifest, That hees a favourer of these Sismatikes, And vvhat is that but flat rebellion. Goe too, he must frye fort, he, shall I say the wo Bonner that ere long will purge this land with bonfiers, We come not with the Oliue branch of Peace, But with the sword of Iustice, these Hidraes-heads will Be florishing, vnlesse at once we giu't a fatall stroke, Let them convert to ashes, let them burne, So shall the State be quiet how now, vvhat newes? What haue you caught the Dutches. Most strangely sir, she did escape my hands, Besides at Billinsgate haue I kept narrow search, Yet for my life could set no eye on her. But vve haue all this vvhile taine a vvrong cour Shall vve imagine being hunted thus: She vvould commit the sauegard of her life To common passage, where she was assurd There vvould be diligent waight laid for her: No, shees more subtile, all the vvorld, my Lord, Shall not perswade, but shees in England still, In Marget, Lee, or some such bordering towne. And in good time I met a man of hers, One Fox, my Lord, a fellow, as it seemes, Disgrac't by her, that told me we were wide In that we vvent about. Where met you him. Comming from Algate. Would he not confesse Which vvay his Lady Mistrisse vvas escapt? With much a doe my Lords, with threars and promises, At last he told me he would bring Where we might trace her, and intrap her too. Why brought you not that fellow to our presence? He shall haue dispensation how he will, So he be trusty, and performe his word. He promis'd faithfully to meete me heere. Well if he come, your eare. Now Fox devise to qualifie Thy nature to thy name, These be meere Caniballs That take no pleasure but in sucking blood, And though vnluckly it was thy chance, To fall into their hands, yet be not thou (How ever outward grievances may vrge) A traytor to thy Lady; smooth with these, That vnder collour to betray the Dutches, She may haue safer liberty to passe. See my Lords, hee's come. Come hither sirra, you did serue the Dutches, And tis no doubt but you can giue vs notice Which vvay shee's fled, stand no vpon nice tearmes As fearing to incurre some deadly sinne, But tll vs plainely which way she is gone. My Lords, I cannot readily discover Which way shee's gone, by reason I haue bin Long in disgrace, and quite dismist the house, But sure it is, she went disguis'd from hence, And tis not possible but she must lurke, Within some Haven towne neere to the coast. What Towne, as thou imaginest? My Lords I thinke toward Dover, Or the Downes of Kent.