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 0.73 · 507 words
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Here I deliver up my charge. And I receive him, Come M. Bonner, you must go with me Stay I have bethought me, I'll recant. It cannot serve your turn. Recant, he hath already twice or thrice done so. Tut, he can turn with every weathercock, Away with him. Come sir, will you go. Who was't that said the Duchess came through Southwark. 'twas the Lord Clinton. I left her Grace now at S. George's Church, Accompanied with M. Richard Berty, With Doctor Sands, Cranwell, and trusty Fox, And divers other Gentlemen attendants. Here at the Marshalsea we'll stay her coming, And hark, her trumpets sounds her near approach, Lords, Knights, and Gentlemen, I pray you all By that dear love you owe her majesty, To be officious in the entertain, Of this renowned Lady Katherine. Heavens preserve your grace, Your relief to poor Prisoners. What Prison call you this? The kings-bench Madam, where all these prisoners, Are detained for debt. If they be able to make satisfaction, & will not, They are worthy to lie there, But if by cruelty of Creditors, 'tis Christian charity to succour such. I have heard that some lie there in policy, And have engrossed into their greedy hands, The goods of divers thrifty minded men, And though well able, yet they will not pay. Great pity that such men escape unpunished, But are they in the number that do beg. No Madan, they are laid on beds of down, Fare daintily, and never taste of want, Except it be the want of Liberty, And that's no want, because they have large walks, As yards, and gardens, and fair bowling-alleys, With company at will to spend the time. To them we wish a better Conscience, But to the poor, and such as want indeed, One of you give amongst them 40. Angels, My troubles make me sensible of theirs: Distress is sharply set, and bites too sore, To be endured by such as are true poor, So forwards Gentlemen. Room for the Lords. Thrice welcome is the noble suffolk's Duchess, To us, and to her royal majesty, In whose high favour, you are highly placed. In sign whereof her princely Majesty, Restores you to your ancient Signories, Entitles you, as due to you by title, Baroness of Willowby, and Earsbie, Duchess Dowager of Suffolk, Her highness nearest and most dearest subject. Your goods, and lands extracted violently, Her Majesty restores to you again, here's the true inventory of them all, As they were seized into the bishop's hands. And that you may build on her Princely love, It is her pleasure, M. Richard Berty, The husband of your troubles and your cares, Should be chief Secretary to the State, Till higher titles do advance his worth. An honour my good Lord Admiral, That I esteem, and yet desire it not, O be it not offensive to her Grace, That I have leave to lead a private life, After my painful travel in strange Lands. Enjoy your mind's contentment with your mind.
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Heere I deliver vp my charge. And I receiue him, Come M. Bonner, you must goe with me Stay I haue bethought me, Ile recant. It cannot serue your turne. Recant, he hath already twice or thrice done so. Tut, he can turne with every weathercock, Away with him. Come sir, will you goe. Who wast that said the Dutches came through Southwark. Twas the Lord Clinton. I left her Grace now at S. Georges Church, Accompanied with M. Richard Berty, With Doctor Sands, Cranwell, and trustie Fox, And diverse other Gentlemen attendants. Here at the Martialsea weele stay her comming, And harke, her trumpets sounds her neere approch, Lords, Knights, and Gentlemen, I pray you all By that deere loue you owe her maiestie, To be officious in the entertayne, Of this renowned Lady Katherine. Heavens preserue your grace, Your releefe to poore Prisoners. What Prison call you this? The kings-bench Madam, where all these prisoners, Are detayn'd for debt. If they be able to make satisfaction, & will not, They are worthy to lye there, But if by cruelty of Creditors, Tis Christian charity to succour such. I haue heard that some lie there in policy, And haue ingrost into their greedy hands, The goods of divers thrifty minded men, And though well able, yet they will not pay. Great pitty that such men escape vnpunisht, But are they in the number that doe beg. No Madan, they are laid on beds of Downe, Fare daintely, and never tast of want, Except it be the want of Liberty, And that's no want, because they haue large walkes, As yards, and gardens, and faire bouling-allies, With company at will to spend the time. To them we wish a better Conscence, But to the poore, and such as want indeed, One of you giue amongst them 40. Angels, My troubles make me sensible of theirs: Distresse is sharpely set, and bites too sore, To be indur'd by such as are true poore, So forwards Gentlemen. Roome for the Lords. Thrice welcome is the noble Suffolks Dutches▪ To vs, and to her royall maiestie, In whose high favour, you are highly plac' ▪ In signe whereof her princely Maiestie, Restores you to your ancient Siegnories, Intitles you, as due to you by title, Barronesse of Willowby▪ and Earsbie, Dutches Dowager of Suffolke, Her highnesse neerest and most deerest subiect. Your goods, and lands extracted violently, Her Maiestie restores to you againe, Heere's the true inventory of them all, As they were ceis'd into the Bishops hands. And that you may build on her Princely loue, It is her pleasure, M. Richard Berty, The husband of your troubles and your cares, Should be chiefe Secretary to the State, Till higher titles doe advance his worth. An honor my good Lord Admirall, That I esteeme, and yet desire it not, O be it not offensiue to her Grace, That I haue leaue to leade a private life, After my painefull travell in strange Lands. Enioy your minds contentment with your mind.