Drue, Thomas · published 1631 · first performed or written 1624 [licensed for stage, Jan 2] (Annals) history · Prince Palatine's (Palsgrave's) Men unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 512 words
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You, Doctor Sands, her highness, and the Clergy, Do consecrate Archbishop of York. An honour far exceeding my desert. Master Cranwell Gentleman usher to her grace, Her highness will retain in self same place, To attend her Majesty. With all my heart, I humbly tender a true subjects Yet might it please her royal Majesty, Since I have served my Lady in distress, Endured so many troubles for her sake That I may live, and die in serving her. A virtuous inclination, hold it still, It will renown thee more than to be great. My Lord of Hunsdon, Clinton, Effingam, I humbly thank her Majesty, and you, Oh may I live to express a loving heart, By some good action pleasing to you all. Madam be good unto a company of poor Prisoners. What other Prison Cranwell call you this. This is the Prison of the Marshalsea, Chiefly pretended for her highness' household, But there are divers other prisoners. 'tis charity to help distressed men, Of what estate soe'er, 'cause they be men, I leave their faults respect unto the Law, Give them as much as th'other Prisons, But what is he that with a downcast look, Gives signs of discontentment. Madam I am a Prisoner here, But joy to see your Grace at liberty. That face and voice, I oft have seen and heard, Did not you sometime make abode in Lee. Madam I did, and those that knew me called me Goseling. Then I am sure, you knew one Mistress White, This is the man that helped me to escape, When we were near beset with Bonner's trains. It is my kinsman Madam, now I know him, What cause hath brought thee to this hard distress. The cause even now alleged. Hath Bonner been so cruel to my friend, Before mine eyelids wear the seal of sleep, If heaven be pleased I will release thee Goseling. And pay thy charges to the utmost farthing, Oh my dear friend, it never shall be said I was ungrateful, where I was befriended, And now his troubles make me call to mind, The faithful dealing of my servant Fox, See Lords, a man whom I dismissed my service, More through self-will, than any just offence, Yet hath he quitted that disgrace so well, That I admire the strangeness of his art, For Bonner used him as a special means, To seek my life, which oftentimes he saved, Paying my great unkindness, with kind love, Many such servants may this land afford, That use their wits to such good purposes, Here as a part of thy deserved reward, I freely give thee a hundred pounds a year, And when I die my land shall make it good. And when Fox fails you, let him die in a ditch. Gramercies gentle servant, now my Lords, let's bend our pace towards famous London-Bridge, How pleasing is the prospect of the City, Now I have been five years a stranger here, Thorough the same to Whitehall to her grace, That I may see my loving sovereign's face.
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You, Doctor Sands, her highnesse, and the Clergie, Doe consecrate Archbishop of Yorke. An honor far exceeding my desert. Master Cranwell Gentleman vsher to her grace, Her highnesse will retayne in selfe same place, To attend her Maiestie. Withall my heart, I humblie tender a true subiects Yet might it please her royall Maiestie, Since I haue serv'd my Lady in distresse, Indur'd so many troubles for her sake That I may liue, and dye in serving her. A vertuous inclination, hold it still, It will renowne thee more then to be great. My Lord of Hunsdon, Clinton, Effingam, I humbly thanke her Maiestie, and you, Oh may I liue to expresse a loving heart, By some good action pleasing to you all. Madam be good vnto a company of poore Prisoners. What other Prison Cranwell call you this. This is the Prison of the Marshalsea, Chiefely pretended for her Highnesse household, But there are divers other prisoners. Tis charity to helpe distressed men, Of what estate so ere, cause they be men, I leaue their faults respect vnto the Law, Giue them as much as the'ther Prisones, But what is he that with a downecast looke, Giues signes of discontentment. Madam I am a Prisoner heere, But ioy to see your Grace at liberty. That face and voyce, I oft haue seene and heard, Did not you sometime make abode in Lee. Madam I did, and those that knew mee cald mee Goseling. Then I am sure, you knew one Mistris White, This is the man that helpt me to escape, When we were neere beset with Bonners traynes. It is my kinseman Madam, now I know him, What cause hath brought thee to this hard distresse. The cause even now aleaged. Hath Bonner bin so cruell to my friend, Before mine eyelids weare the seale of sleepe, If heaven be pleas'd I will release thee Goseling. And pay thy charges to the vtmost farthing, Oh my deere friend, it never shall be said I was vngratefull, where I was befriended, And now his troubles make me call to mind, The faithfull dealing of my servant Fox, See Lords, a man whom I dismist my service, More through selfe-will, then any iust offence, Yet hath he quitted that disgrace so well, That I admire the strangenesse of his art, For Bonner vs'd him as a speciall meanes, To seeke my life, which oftentimes he sav'd, Paying my great vnkindnesse, with kind loue, Many such servants may this land afford, That vse their wits to such good purposes, Heere as a part of thy deserv'd reward, I freely giue thee a hundred pounds a yeere, And when I dye my land shall make it good. And when Fox failes you, let him dye in a ditch. Gramercies gentle servant, now my Lords, Lets bend our pace towards famous London-Bridge, How pleasing is the prospect of the City, Now I haue bin fiue yeares a stranger heere, Thorow the same to White-hall to her grace, That I may see my loving Soveraignes face.