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 0.72 · 505 words
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First will I sacrifice ten thousand lives, Ere suffer these religious souls to die, My Lord of Brunswick, you are over bold, To make so rash an entrance in my land, Without our special licence granted first. The league betwixt us warrants my approach. The League, for this time, is your privilege, But as you dread the Palsgrave's puissance And fear to violate our wrighten love, Immediately untread your forward steps, Forsake the soil where you have set your foot, Or look to be withstood with fire and sword, These Lambs are fled into our folds for aid, And we'll defend them, say what may be said. This disobedience draws upon your land, Deserved malediction from the Church. That we'll dispense withal, and to let you know, How we do slight those stingless menaces, Here I create this noble Gentleman, Earl of Crozam, an Earldom under us, Religious doctor Sands, our Chaplain, And M. Cranwell our chief Secretary, So tell Lord Bonner, Gardner, and the rest. Health and long life unto the King of Poland, Captain, from England's queen, I thus salute you, Here is a countermand for your Commission, By which you are enjoined to stay the search, After the Suffolk Duchess, and her friends. To stay the search? is our dread Sovereign, Altered in her Religion, or is she dead: she's dead good sir, Queen Mary is deceased, And the most virtuous Lady Elizabeth, Invested in the regal dignity, My Sovereign hearing, that the Lady Katherine, The Suffolk Duchess, her ally in blood, Did live obscurely in these Provinces, In want, in misery, and great distress, Sends to repeal both her, and all her friends, If such a Lady harbour in your land, I do entreat her highness' Proclamation, May have his currant course through every town. In you dear sir the Proclamation ends, Here is the Duchess, here are all her friends. I kindly thank you, for your worthy pains, Hath the director of all humane lives, Preserved my Sovereign, that heroic Maid, From the intangling snares of blood and death, And changed her prison, to a royal Throne? Here on this ground, where first I heard the news, I render thanks unto the gracious heavens, Thou that send'st Balm of comfort to the wounded, joy to the bruised heart, oppressed for truth, Lengthen her days as long as heaven hath stars, Or this fair frame foundation for a world, Or if it be thy gracious providence, For to remove her to a happier place, Let in her stead arise, and from her ashes come, A Phoenix may enlighten Christendom, Oh, had I now my Children lately lost, I should survive as I had near been crossed. That comfort Madam on my bended knee, Your servant Fox humbly presents your grace. My Peregrine, my Susan, then for care To make a mixture with this too much joy, Or I shall surfeit with the rarety. justice my Lord, justice, Fox hath broke my necke. How comes it Fox, that he exclaims on thee?
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First will I sacrifice ten thousand liues, Ere suffer these religious soules to dye, My Lord of Brunswicke, you are over bould, To make so rash an entrance in my land, Without our speciall licence granted first. The league betwixt vs warrants my approach. The League, for this time, is your priveledge, But as you dread the Palsgraes puisance And feare to violate our wrighten loue, Immediately vntred your forward steps, Forsake the soyle where you haue set your foote, Or looke to be withstood with fire and sword, These Lambes are fled into our foulds for ayd, And weele defend them, say what may be sayd. This disobedience drawes vpon your land, Deserved malediction from the Church. That weele dispence withall, and to let you know, How we doe slight those stinglesse menaces, Heere I create this noble Gentleman, Earle of Crozam, an Earledome vnder vs, Religious Docter Sands, our Chapleine, And M. Cranwell our chiefe Secretary, So tell Lord Bonner, Gardner, and the rest. Health and long life vnto the King of Poland, Captaine, from Englands queene, I thus salute you, Heere is a countermand for your Commission, By which you are inioyned to stay the search, After the Suffolke Dutches, and her friends. To stay the search? is our dread Soveraigne, Altered in her Religion, or is she dead: Shee's dead good sir, Queene Mary is deceas't, And the most vertuous Lady Elizabeth, Invested in the regall dignity, My Soveraigne hearing▪ that the Lady Katherine, The Suffolke Dutches, her allie in blood, Did liue obscurely in these Provinces, In want, in misery, and great distresse, Sends to repeale both her, and all her friends, If such a Lady harbor in your land, I doe intreate her highnesse Proclamation, May haue his currant course through every towne. In you deere sir the Proclamation ends, Heere is the Dutches, here are all her friends. I kindly thanke you, for your worthy paines▪ Hath the director of all humane liues, Preserv'd my Soveraigne, that heroicke Maide, From the intangling snares of blood and death, And chang'd her prison, to a royall Throne? Heere on this ground, where first I heard the newes, I render thanks vnto the gratious heavens, Thou that send'st Balme of comfort to the wounded, Ioy to the brused heart, opprest for truth, Lengthen her dayes as long as heaven hath starres, Or this faire frame foundation for a world, Or if it be thy gratious prouidence, For to remooue her to a happier place, Let in her stead arise, and from her ashes come, A Phenix may enlighten Christendome, Oh, had I now my Children lately lost, I should surviue as I had neere bin crost. That comfort Madam on my bended knee, Your servant Fox humbly presents your grace. My Pergrine, my Susan, then for care To make a mixture with this too much Ioy, Or I shall surfet with the raretie. Iustice my Lord, Iustice, Fox hath broke my neke How comes it Fox, that he exclaimes on thee?