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 0.75 · 477 words
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Right welcome's Erbaigh, to the Poland king, Nich'as Van houe, our worthy Burgomaster, What means this concourse of so many men, And what are they that you lead bound with you. Strangers, an please your excellence my Lord, That have committed murder in your realm, Slain Wisendrop a Captain of your band, For which offence, our purpose is to lead them, unto the Statehouse to receive their judgement. If I mistake not, I should know that face, Oh 'tis the virtuous Lady Katherine, This M. Berty, her espoused husband, And has your good stars in your Pilgrimage, Brought you amongst you Friends? The Lady Katherine, what the suffolk's Duchess, My quondam Love, hailed through the streets with cords, And for the murder of a man that lives, Oh 'tis uncivil usage, my good Lady, youare villains all unto our Sovereignty, How dare you thus abuse her royal birth. Pardon my Lord, we did not know her state. Her heavenly face, than which there's none more fair, In England, or the World, Might without other witness of her state, Suffice to tell you, she was nobly borne, This is that Duchess, mirror of this age, She whom the lordly Bishops of the Realm, Bonner, and Gardner, persecute so much, Pardon me Madam, that I have so long, Suffered your excellence to stay in bonds. This your acknowledgement, most mighty king, Amazeth me, considering my distress, For 'tis a common custom in the world, To take no notice of the miserable. I stand amazed at this strange accident, The circumstance whereof we'll hear elsewhere, Mean time thrice welcome to the Polands king, And much it grieves me that so great a princess, Should be so basely handled in my land. Oh helpe deere Lord, and shield vs from our fo ▪ We are pursued by Brunswick, and his Captains, Who seek our lives, we fly to your protection. Whence are you friends. The truest friends we have, Of England mighty Prince, I know them both, The first is Doctor Sands, a worthy man, The other Cranwell, and my Secretary. My Lord of Erbaigh, and the king of Poland, Shield not those traitors, both to heaven and men, From the due punishment of their offence, Behold an Englishman, & a Commander of a good esteem, Has his commission signed to apprehend, This Sands, and Cranwell, fled to you for help, Then as you tender the privilege of Princes, o'er their subjects, Suffer this writ to have his current here, As I have done through all my territories. It ill beseems the noble duke of Brunswick, To be a persecutor of good men. Or you good Captain, agent in this cause. That's recreant Berty, and the suffolk's Duchess, They likewise are included in this scroll. My Lord of Poland, we demand them all, Then yield them royal sir, unto our hands.
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Right welcome's Erbaigh, to the Poland king, Nich'as Van houe, our worthy Burgomaster, What meanes this concourse of so many men, And what are they that you lead bound with you. Strangers, an please your excellence my Lord, That haue committed murder in your realme, Slaine Wisendrop a Captaine of your band, For which offence, our purpose is to lead them, vnto the State-house to receiue their iudgement. If I mistake not, I should know that face, Oh tis the vertuous Lady Katherine, This M. Berty, her espoused husband, And has your good starrs in your Pilgrimage, Brought you amongst you Friends? The Lady Katherine, what the Suffolks Dutches, My quondam Loue, haild through the streets with cords, And for the murther of a man that liues, Oh tis vncivill vsage, my good Lady, Yar villaines all vnto our Soveraigntie, How dare you thus abuse her royall birth. Pardon my Lord, we did not know her state. Her heavenly face, then which theres none more faire, In England, or the World, Might without other witnesse of her state, Suffice to tell you, she was nobly borne, This is that Dutches, mirror of this age, Shee whom the lordly Bishops of the Realme, Bonner, and Gardner, persecute so much, Pardon me Madam, that I haue so long, Suffered your excellence to stay in bonds. This your acknowledgment, most mighty king, Amazeth me, considering my distresse, For tis a common custome in the world, To take no notice of the miserable. I stand amaz'd at this strange accident, The circumstance whereof weele heare elsewhere, Meane time thrice welcome to the Polands king, And much it greeues me that so great a Princes, Should be so basely handled in my land. Oh helpe deere Lord, and shield vs from our fo ▪ We are pursued by Brunswicke, and his Captaines, Who seeke our liues, we flie to your protection. Whence are you friends. The truest friends we haue▪ Of England mighty Prince, I know them both, The first is Doctor Sands, a worthy man, The other Cranwell, and my Secretary. My Lord of Erbaigh, and the king of Poland, Shield not those traytors, both to heaven and men, From the due punishment of their offence, Behold an Englishman, & a Commander of a good esteeme▪ Has his commission signed to apprehend, This Sands, and Cranwell, fled to you for helpe, Then as you tender the priviledge of Princes, Ore their subiects▪ Suffer this writ to haue his current heere, As I haue done through all my territories. It ill beseemes the noble duke of Brunswicke, To be a persecutor of good men. Or you good Captaine, agent in this cause. Thats recreant Berty, and the Suffolks Dutches▪ They likewise are included in this scroule. My Lord of Poland, we demand them all, Then yeeld them royall sir, vnto ou hands.