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 0.77 · 495 words
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Nor I, had I ten thousand lives, Cease you your passions, my brain hath tutored me, And in a cunning plot shall set you free. Do that, and Bertie is for ever thine. Fox, and his sword, for that will be thy slave. Thy friendship will I bear unto my grave. What thou attemptest, My prayers shall help to second. I neither do expect thanks, nor reward, But what I do is of mere charity, Then list unto me, there's a friend of mine, A Country Gentleman, not far from hence, Whose brother late returned from the wars, And falling sick, within the City here, Died some few days since, now this Gentleman, Because his brother shall be buried, Amongst his Ancestors, decrees this night, To have his body in a Wagon brought, Home to the Parish Church, where he remains, And for that purpose hath his servants sent, To see it safe conveyed: A waggon like to theirs, Covered with black, shall be provided straight, Into the which, by help of Women's hands, The Duchess, and her Infant shall be lifted, You, and the rest disguised in mourning weeds, Shall follow after as the guard, And in the dead Man's name without suspect, Pass by the Soldiers, who if they chance, To question who you are, The Burghers being by, and made acquainted, With such a hearse, that is to pass that way, Will quickly answer them, without more search, How like you this. It will I hope prove currant. The pretext is fit, and for the Duchess ease: Fox has no more sense than a battle-door, If in his judgement, we already be not Delivered from the mischief of their hands. Come I'll provide you all things necessary. And after pray for your success therein. I'll back to them, and help you what I can. Great Duke of Brunswick, this your flexible, And courteous disposition of your troops, To be for England's service, shall receive The due belongeth to so great a merit. Noble Captain, I were much to be condemned, If I neglect my duty to the Church, But are you sure, these fugitives are here? Clunie, thou toldst me, that thou sawest a man Of theirs, since we beset the town waste true? Yes noble Captain, Cranwell the Duchess usher, And there's no question, but the rest are here, Well then Captain, the other Ports being garded, Here with this company we'll keep our station, Where is the Portgrave? have you sent abroad, Sufficient search amongst the private houses? We have my Lord. They cannot be in Weasel, But either coming forth, or lurking here, They must in all sorts be discovered by us. Oh they are politic, and passing subtle, And if or art, or policy, can help them, There's in their company, an Instrument. Can plot a hundred wales for their escape. Let them express their cunning, if they can, And scape our hands, now we have scented them.
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Nor I, had I ten thousand liues, Cease you your passions, my braine hath tuto And in a cunning plot shall set you free. Doe that, and Bertie is for ever thine. Fox, and his sword, for that will be thy slaue. Thy friendship will I beare vnto my graue. What thou attempt'st, My prayers shall helpe to second. I neither doe expect thankes, nor reward, But what I doe is of meere charity, Then list vnto me, there's a friend of mine, A Countrey Gentleman, not far from hence, Whose brother late returned from the warres, And falling sicke, within the Citty heere, Dyed some few dayes since, now this Gentleman, Because his brother shall be buried, Amongst his Ancestors, decrees this night, To haue his body in a Wagon brought, Home to the Parish Church, where he remaines, And for that purpose hath his servants sent, To see it safe conveyd: A waggon like to theirs, Covered with blacke, shall be provided straight, Into the which, by helpe of Womens hands, The Dutches, and her Infant shall be lifted, You, and the rest disguis'd in mourning weeds, Shall follow after as the guard, And in the dead Mans name without suspect, Passe by the Souldiers, who if they chance, To question who you are, The Burgers being by, and made acquainted, With such a herce, that is to passe that way, Will quickly answer them, without more search, How like you this. It will I hope proue currant. The pretext is fit, and for the Dutches ease: Fox has no more sence then a batle-doore, If in his iudgement, we already be not Delivered from the mischiefe of their hands. Come Ile provide you all things necessary. And after pray for your successe therein. Ile backe to them, and helpe you what I can. Great Duke of Brunswick, this your flexible, And curteous disposition of your troopes, To be for Englands service, shall receaue The due belongeth to so great a merit. Noble Captaine, I were much to be condemned, If I neglect my duty to the Church, But are you sure, these fugetiues are heere? Clunie, thou touldst me, that thou sawest a man Of theirs, since we befet the towne wast true? Yes noble Captaine, Cranwell the Dutches vsher, And there's no question, but the rest are heere, Well then Captaine, the other Ports being gard Heere with this company weele keepe our station, Where is the Portgraue? haue you sent abroad, Sufficient search amongst the private houses? We haue my Lord. They cannot be in Weasell, But either comming forth, or lurking heere, They must in all sorts be discovered by vs. Oh they are politick, and passing subtile, And if or art, or policie, can helpe them, There's in their company, an Instrument. Can plot a hundred wales for their escape. Let them expresse their cunning, if they can, And scape our hands, now we haue sented them.