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 0.69 · 475 words
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We now are chased by many savage men, That with bloodthirstiness pursue our deaths, Being yet within the closure of their arms, And desperate of all hope to you we fly. Cosen Goseling 'mongst a world of other men. The providence of heaven chose out you, Either to be made famous for true faith, Or by disloyal dealing infamous, Presuming on your perfect honesty, I brought my noble mistress, this grave Doctor, This infant Lady, and present us all, To your safe conduct: o betray our lives, Bonner will give you gold, woe to that good That bad men get, by selling guiltless blood, If any such thought have possessed your heart, Make Merchandise of mine, let these escape, For these are precious in the eyes of heaven, Let them depart, lead me to Bonner first, Happy my blood, to quench his raging thirst. Cosen I wonder, what desert of mine Hath bred in you this bad opinion, But I impute it rather to the zeal You bear your lady's safety, than the thought Of any treason you discern in me, Madam my life, yet out of danger's gripe, I thrust into your peril, witness heaven, I take upon me to conceal your flight, And now I am as deep in Bonners hate As near to danger, as the next to death, Be confident in me, the zeal I bear, To the sincere profession of the truth, Is a sure guard for you to trust upon. The poorest Princes, only rich in faith, Will pay you a large bounty of her prayers, Remember than you call me Mistress White, For by that name I passed from Billingsgate, Thence to Graves-end, and so from thence to Lee, Where under your protection we remain. In every place we here the Hue and Cry, Pursue our fearful flight, in every town We hear the voice of persecution. And hark I here the officers within If we be known, we are but dead. Tush Mistress White, That name shall give free scope unto your flight. Good you, good even M. Gosseling, Good you, good even. Welcome good M. Constable, what's the news with you. Marry we have a warrant here from the high Commission, to seek for a Duchess, and certain other People, that are in her company, as Doctor Sands, and one Master Cranwell, her Gentleman-usher, we are commanded to search your house for such suspected Persons. See M. Constable, with me remains No more than these, if Mistress White my daughter, Come with her Child, and Nurse to visit me, With this her husband, this her husband's father, If you think her a Duchess, him a Doctor, Than you may apprehend them at your pleasure, If not, you had best to make a further search, For I protest, no stranger more than these, Harbours within my roof.
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We now are chaced by many savage men, That vvith blood-thirstinesse pursue our deaths, Being yet vvithin the closure of their armes, And desperate of all hope to you we flie. Cosen Goseling 'moungst a world of other men The providence of heaven chose out you, Either to be made famous for true faith, Or by disloyall deaing infamous, Presuming on your perfit honesty, I brought my noble mistresse, this graue Doctor, This infant Lady, and present vs all, To your safe conduct: obetray our liues, Bonner will giue you gold, woe to that good That bad men get, by selling guiltlesse blood, If any such thought haue possest your heart, Make Marchandise of mine, let these escape, For these are pretious in the eyes of heaven, Let them depart, leade me to Bonner first, Happy my blood, to quench his raging thirst. Cosen I wonder, what desert of mine Hath bred in you this bad opinion, But I impute it rather to the zeale You beare your Ladies safety, then the thought Of any treason you discerne in me, Madam my life, yet out of dangers gripe, I thrust into your perill, witnesse heaven, I take vpon me to conceale your flight, And now I am as deepe in Bonners hate As neere to danger, as the next to death, Be confident in me, the zeale I beare, To the sincere profession of the truth, Is a sure guard for you to trust vpon. The poorest Princes, only rich in faith, Will pay you a large bounty of her praier, Remembr then you call me Mistrisse White, For by that name I past from Billings-gate, Thence to Graues-end, and so from thence to Lee, Where vnder your protection we remayne. In every place we heere the Hue and Cry, Pursue our fearefull flight, in every towne We heare the voyce of persecution. And harke I heere the officers within If we be knowne, we are but dead. Tush Mistrisse White, That name shall giue free scope vnto your flight. Good you, good even M. Gosseling, Good you, good even. Welcome good M. Constable, whats the newes with you▪ Marry wee haue a warrant heere from the high Commission, to seeke for a Dutches, and certaine other People, that are in her company, as Doctor Sands, and one Master Cranwell, her Gentleman-vsher, we are commanded to search your house for such suspected Persons. See M. Constable, with me remaines No more then these, if Mistris White my daughter, Come with her Child, and Nurse to visit me, With this her husband, this her husbands father, If you thinke her a Dutches, him a Doctor, Then you may apprehend them at your pleasure, If not, you had best to make a further search, For I protest, no stranger more then these, Harbors within my roofe.