you know no body.

Such baſeneſſe had not followed vs.

Spa. Oh voftromandado grand! Emperato.

How: Pardon him my Lord.

Phil. Are you reſpeſtſe of our honor Lords?
That you would haue vs boſome cowardize,

I doe proteſt, The great Turkes Emperie

Shall not redeem thee from a felons death :

What place is this my Lords?

Suff. Charing croſſe my Liege.

Phi. Then by this croſſe, where thou haſt donne this murder,
Thou ſhalt be hang'd, so Lords away with him. Ex: Spaniard.

Suff. Your Grace may purchase glory from aboue,
And intire loue from all your peoples hearts,

To make attonement twixt the woſull Princeſſe,

And our dread Soueraigne, your moſt vertuous Queene,

How. It were a deed worthy of memorie.

Con. My Lord, ſhee's factious, rather could I with
Shee were married to ſome priuate gentleman,

And with her dower conuaid out of the Land,

Than heere to ſtay and be a mutiner,

So may your highnes State be more ſecure:

For whilſt ſhe liues, warres, and commotions,

Foule inſurrections will be fet abroch;

I thinke twere not amiffle to take her head,

This land would be in quiet were ſhe but dead.

Suff. O my Lord you ſpeake not charitably.

Phil. Nor will we Lords embrace his needleſſe counſell,
I doe proteſt, as I am King of Spaine,

My vrtmoſt power Ile ſtretch to make them friends :

Come Lords let's in, my loue and wit Ile trie

To end this jarre, the Queene ſhall not denie.

Exeunt

Enter Elizabeth, Beningfield, Clarentia, Tame, Gage,
and Barwicke.

Eli. What fearefull terour doth affaile my heart?
Good Gpge come hither, and refolue me true.

In thy opinion ? ſhall I out-lie this ?

I pre thee ſpeake;

Gage. Out-lie this night, I pray Madam why?

Eli.

# If you know not me,

Eli. Then to be plaine this night I thinke to die.

Gage. O Madam, you were borne to better fortunes:
That God that made you, will protect you still
From all your enemies that wifh you ill.

Eli. My heart is fearefull.

Gage. O my honor'd Lord,
As euer you were noble in your thoughts,
Speake, shall my Lady out-lue this night, or no?

Tame. You much amaze me fir, else heauen forfend.

Gage. For, if we should jmagine any plor,
Pretending to the hurt of our deere Mistris,
I and my fellowes, though farre vnable are
To stand againft your power, will die together.

Tame. And I with you would spend my deereft blood,
To doe that vertuous Lady any good.

Sir Harry, now my charge I muft resign,
The Ladie's wholy in your custodie,
Yet vse her kindly as she well deferues,
And so I takemy leaue; Madam adue.

Eli. My honor'd Lord farewell, vnwilling I
With griefe and woe muft continue,
Help me to some inke and paper good fir Harry.

Ben. What to doe Madam?

Eli. To write a Letter to the Queene my fiter.

Ben. I find not that in my Commission.

Eli. Good jaylor, vrge not thy Commission.

Ben. No jaylor, but your guardian Madam.

Eli. Then reach me pen and inke.

Ben. Madam I dare not, my Commission ferues not.

Eli. Thus you haue driuen me off from time to time,
Still vrging me with your Commission,
Good jaylor be not so feuere.

Ben. Good Madam I intreate you loofe that name
Of jaylor, twill be a by-word to me and my pofteritie.

Eli. As often as you name your Commission,
So often will I call you Jaylor.

Ben. Say I should reach you pen, inke, and paper,
Who is't dare beare a Letter ſent from you?

Eli.

you know no bodie.

Eli. I doe not keepe a feruant so dishonest,
That would deny me that.

Ben. Who euer dares, none shall.

Gage. Madam, impose the Letter to my trust,
Were I to beare it through a field of pikes,
And in my way ten thoufand arm'd men ambuscated,
Ide make my paflage through the midft of them,
And perforce beare it to the Queene your fifter.

Ben. Body of me, what a bold knaue's this?

Eli. Gage, leaue me to my selfe,
Thou euer-liuing power that guid'ft all hearts,
Giu'e to my pen a true perſwafiue ſtyle,
That it may mooue my impatient lifters cares,
And vrge her to compassionate my woe.

Shee writes.

Beningfield takes a booke and lookes into it.

Ben. What haz thee written here?

He reades.

Much suspected by me, nothing proou'd can be:
Finis quoth Elizabeth the prifoner.

Mary a God, what's sheere, an English bible?

Sanctum Maria, pardon this prophanation of my heart,
Water Barwicke, water, Ile meddle with't no more.

Eli. My heart is heauie, and mine eies doe clofe,
I am wearie with writing, fleepie on the sodaine;
Clarentia, leaue me, and command some muſicke
In the with-drawing chamber.

She Sleepes.

Ben. Your Letter ſhall be foorth-comming Ladie,
I will perſue it ere it ſcape me now.

Exit Ben.

A dumber ſhew.

Enter Winchefter, Conſtible, Barwicke, and Friars: at the other
door two Angels: the Friars ſteps to her, offering to kill her: the
Angels drive them bakc. Exeunt. The Angels open the bible
and put it in her hands. Exeunt Angels: She wakes.

Eli. O God how pleafant was this sleepe to me!
Clarentia, law'ſt thou nothing?

Cla. Madam, not I;

I ne'r Slept foundlier for the time.

Eli. Nor heardst thou nothing?

Cla. Neither Madam.

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Eli.

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Eli. Didst not thou put this Booke into my hand?

Cla. Madam, not I.

Eli. Then was by inspiration, heauen I trust
With his eternall hand will guide the iust.
What chapter's this, Who so putteth his trust in the Lord,
Shall not be confounded?

My faujour, thanks, on thee my hope I build,
Thou lou'ft poore Innocents, and art their shield.

Enter Beningfield and Gage.

Ben. Heere haue you writ a long excuse it seemes,
But no submiffion to the Queene your Sifter.

Eli. Should they Submit that never wrought offence?
The lawe will alwaies quit wrong'd innocence:
Gage, take my letter, & to the Lords commend my humble duty.

Gage. Madam, I fly.

To giue this letter to her Maiestie,
Hoping when I returne,

To giue you comfort that now sadly mourne.
Exeunt. Omnes præter Ben.

Ben. I, do write and send, Ile croffe you still,
Shee Shall not speake to any man aliue,
But Ile ore-heare her, no letter nor no token
Shall neuer haue acceſſe vnto her hands,
But firſt Ile see it;

So like a Subieſt to my Soueraignes ſtate,
I will purſue her with my deadly hate.

Enter Clowne.

Clo. O fir Harry, you looke well to your office,
Yonders one in the Garden with the Princesſe.

Ben. How knaue with the Princesſe : ſhe parted euen now.

Clo. Ifir, that's all one, but ſhe no sooner came into the
Garden, but he leapt ore the wall, and there
They are together buſie in talke fir.

Ben. Heere's for thy paines, thou art an honest fellow :
Goe take a Guard and apprehend them ſtrait.
Exit Clowne.

Bring them before me.
O this is well found out.

Now will the Queene commend my diligent care,
And prais me for my ſeruice to her Grace.
Ha' traitors ſwarme so neare about my house ?

Tis

you know no bodie.

Tis time to looke into't;

O well faid Barwicke,

Where's the prifoner ?

Enter Clowne, Barwicke, and Souldiers leading of a Goate, his Sword, drawne.

Clo. Heere he is in a string my Lord.

Ben. Lord bleſſe vs, knaue, what haſt thou there?

Clo. This is he I told you was buſie in talke with the Princesſe,

What a did there, you muſt get out of him by examination.

Ben. Why knaue, this is a beaſt.

Clo. So may your worſhip be for any thing I know.

Ben. What art thou knaue ?

Clo. If your worſhip does not remember me,

I hope your worſhips crooper doth :

But if you haue any thing to ſay to this honef t fellow,

Who for his gray head and reuerent beard is ſo like,

He may be a kinne to you.

Ben. A kinne to me, knaue Ile haue thee whipt.

Clo. Then your worſhip will crie quittance with my

Pomerions for my miſuſing of yours.

Ben. Nay, but dooſt thou flowt me still? He beates him.

Enter Winchefter, Grefham with paper, Conſtable Exeunt. with a Purſeuant,

Grefh. I pray your Honor to regard my haſt.

Win. I know your buſineſſe, and your haſt ſhall ſtay,

As you were ſpeaking my Lord Conſtable.

Conſt. When as the King ſhall come to ſeale theſe Writs,

Grefh. My Lord, you know his highneſſe treaſure ſtaies,

And cannot be tranſported theſe three months,

Vnleſſe that now your Honor ſeale my warrant.

Win. Fellow what then ? This warrent that concernes

The Princesſe death, ſhuffle in amongst the reſt,

Hee'le nere peruſe it.

Grefh. How, the Princesſe death ? thanks heauen,

By whom I am made a willing inſtrument her life to ſaue,

That may liue crown'd when thou art in thy graue.

Win. Stand redy Purſeuant, Exit Grefhem.

That when this ſign'd,

E. 2.

Thou

# If you know not me,

Thou maist be gone, and gallop with the winde.

Enter Philip, Suffolk, and Gage.

Phil. Our Chauncellor Lords, this is our fealing day,
This our States buſines; is our Signet there?

Enter Howard, and Gresham as he is fealing.

How. Staie your impertiall hand, let not your ſeale imprint.
Deaths imprefſe in your ſifters heart.

Phil. Our ſifters heart ! Lord Howard what meanes this?

How. The Chancellor and that iniurious Lord
Can well expound the meaning.

Win. Oh chance accurſt, how came he by this notice?
Her life is guarded by the hand of heauen,
And we in vaine purſue it.

Phil. Lord Chancellor your dealing is not faire,
See Lords, what writs affoords it ſelfe
To the imprefſe of our ſeale.

Suff. See my Lord, a warrant for the Princeſſe death
Before ſhe be conuicted, what jugling call you this?
See, ſee for Gods ſake.

Gage. And a purſeuant ready to poſt away with it,
To ſee it donne with ſpeed?

What flinty breaſt could brooke to ſee her bleed?

Phil. Lord Chancellor, out of our prerogatiue,
We will make bold to enterline your warrant.

Suff. Whofe plot was this?

How. The Chancellors, and my Lord Conſtables.

Suf. How was't reueald?

Ho. By this gentleman maſter Gresham the Kings Agent here.
Suf. He hath ſhewd his loue to the King and Queens maiſty,
His ſeruice to his country, and care of the Princeſſe.

Gresh. My duetic to them all.

Phil. In ſtead of charging of the Sheriffs with her,
We heere diſcharge her keeper Beningfield;
And where we ſhould haue brought her to the blocke,
We now will haue her brought to Hampton Court,
There to attend the pleafure of the Queene:
The Purſeuant that ſhould haue poſed downe
With tidings of her death,

Beare

you know no body.

Beare her the message of her repriued life,
You M. Gage affift his ſpeed, a good daies worke we haue made,
To reſcue innocence ſo ſoone betraid.

Enter Clowne and Clarentia.

Clo. Whither goe you ſo ſalt Mittris Clarentia?

Cla. A milking.

Clo. A milking! that's a poore office for a Madam.

Cla. Better a Milke-maid free than a Madam in bondage,
Oh, hadst thou heard the Princesſe yefernight.

Sitting within an arbor all alone to heare a Milke-maide ſing,
It would haue moou'd a flintie heart to melt,

Weeping and wifhing, wifhing and weeping,

A thouand times ſhe with her ſelfe debates,

With the poore Milke-maide to exchange eſtates,

She was a Sempfter in the Tower being a Princeſſe,

And ſhall I her poore gentlewomen diſdaine

To be a Milke-maid in the country ?

Clo. Trothy oufay true, euery one to his fortune,
As men goe to hanging, the time hath beene
When I would ha ſcorn'd to carry coles, but now the cafe is

Euery man as farre as his tallent will ſtretch.

(alter'd)

Enter a Gentlewoman.

Wom. Where's mittris Clarentia? to horſe, to horſe,

The Princesſe is ſent for to the Court,

Shee's gone already, come let's after.

Cla. The Princesſe gone, and I left heere behind !

Come, come, our horſes ſhall out-ſtrip the wind.

Clo. And He not be long after you, for I am ſure

My Curtall will carry me as ſaft as your double Gelding. Exeunt.

Enter Elizabeth and Gage.

Eh. I wonder Gage, that we haue ſtaid ſo long,
So neere the Court, and yet haue heard no newes

From our diſpleafed ſifter, this more affrights me

Than my former troubles, I feare this Hampton Court

Will be my graue.

Gage. Good Madam, blot ſuch thoughts out of your mind,
The Lords I knowe are ſtill about your ſute,

And make no doubt, but they will ſo preuaile,

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Both with the King and Queene, that you shall see
Their hainous anger will be turn'd to loue.

Enter Howard.

How. Where is the Princesse?

Eli. Welcome my good Lo: Howard, what faies the Queene,
Will she admit me fight?

How: Madam she will, this night she hath appointed,
That she her selfe in person meanes to heare you,
Protract no time, then come, let's haft away.

Exeunt.

Enter four Torches: Philip, Winchester, Howard, Shandoyfe, Beningfield, and attendants.

Queene. Where is the Princesse?

How. She waits your pleasure at the common-staires.

Queene. Vs her her in by Torch-light.

How. Gentlemen Vs hers, and gentlemen Pensioners, lights
For the Princesse, attendance gentlemen.

Phil. For her supposed vertues, Royall Queene.
Looke on your fiter with a smiling brow,
And if her fault merite not too much hate,
Let her be cenfur'd with all lenitie,
Let your deepe hatred end where it began,
She hath been too long banisht from the funne.

Queene. Our fauour shall be farre boue her defert,
And she that hath been banisht from the light,
Shall once againe behold our cheerefull fight.
You my Lord shall step behind the Arraffe,
And heare our conference, weele shew her grace,
For there fhines too much mercy in your face.

Phil. We beare this mind, we errours would not feed,
Nor cherifh wrongs, nor yet see innocents bleed

Quee, Call the Princesse.

Exeunt for the Princesse.
Philip behind the Arras.

Enter all with Elizabeth.

All forbeare this place except our fiter now.

Exeunt omnes.

Eli. That God that raifde you, stay you, and protec't
You from your foes, and cleare me from suspect.

Quee. Wherefore doe you act like this?

Eli. Neither dread Queene, mine is a womanish teare.

I am

you know no body.

In part compeld by ioy, and part by feare :
Ioy of your fight the brinifh teares haue bred,
For feare of my Queenes frowne, to strike me dead.

Quee. Sifter, I rather thinke th'are teares of spleene.

Eliz. You were my fifter, now you are my Queene.

Quee. I that's your griefe.

Eli. Madam, he was my foe and not your friend

That hath poffeſt you so, I am as true a

Subiect to your Graec, as any liues this day.

Did you but fee,

My heart it bends farre lower than my knee.

Quee. We know you can ſpeake well, will you ſubmit?

Eli. My liefe Madam I will, but not as guilty,

Should I confefſe

Fault done by her that neuer did tranſgreſſe?

I joy to haue a ſifter Queene so royall.

I would it as much pleaſde your Maieſtie,

That you enioy a ſifter that's ſo true.

If I were guilty of the leaſt offence,

Madam'twould taint the blood euen in your face

The treaſons of the father being noble,

Vnnobles all your children: let your Grace

Exact all torture and imprisonment,

What ere my greatest enemies can deuife,

And when they all haue done their worſt, yet I

Will your true ſubieſt and true ſifter die.

Phi. Mirror of vertue and bright natures pride,
Pitty it had been ſuch beautitie should haue dide.

Quee. You'le not ſubmit, but end as you begin.

Eli. Madam, to death I will, but not to finne.

Quee. You are not guilty then?

Eli. I thinke I am not.

Quee. I am not of your mind.

Eli. I would your Highneſſe were.

Quee. How meane you that?

Eliz. To thinke as I thinke, that my ſoule is cleare.

Quee. You haue been wrong imprisonment'd then?

Eli. Ile not ſay so.

Behind the
Arras,

Queens

# If you know not me,

Queene. What ere we thinke, arise and kisse our hand,
Say God hath raiſde you friends.

Eli. Then God hath kept his promise.

Queene. Promife, why?

Enter

Philip.

Eli. To raiſe them friends that on his word relie.

Phil. And may may the heauens applaud this vnite,
Accurſt be they that firſt procur'd this wrong,
Now by my Crowne, you haue been kept downe too long,

Queene. Sifter, this night your ſelfe ſhall feaſt with me,
To morrow for the country you are free,
Lights for the Princesſe, conduct her to her chamber.

Ex Eli.

Phil. My ſoule is ioyfull that this peace is made,
A peace that pleaſeth heauen and earth, and all,
Redeeming captive thoughts from captive thrall,
Faire Queene, the ſerious buſines of my father
Is now at hand to be accomplished,
Of your faire fight I needs muſt take my leaue,
Returne I ſhall, tho parting cauſe vs grieue.

Quee. Why ſhould two hearts be forſt to ſeperate?
I know your buſines, but beleeue me, sweete,
My ſoule diuines we neuer more ſhall meete.

Phil. Yet faire Queene hope the beſt I ſhall returne,
Who met with ioy though now fadly mourne.

Exeunt Philip

and the Queene.

Ben. What, droopes your honour?

Win. Oh, I am ſicke.

Con. Where lies your grieke?

Win. Where yours and all good ſubjects eſſe ſhould lie,
Neare at the heart, this confirmation I doe greatly dread,
For now our true religion will decaie,
I doe diuine, who euer liues ſeauen yeare,
Shall see no Religion heere, but hereſie.

Ben. Come, come my Lord, this is but for a ſhew,
Our Queene I warrant wishes in her heart,
Her ſifter Princesſe were without her head.

Win. No, no my Lords, this peace is naturall,
This combination is withhot deceit,
But I will once more write to incenſe the Queene,
The plot is laid, thus it ſhall be perform'd:

Sir

you know no bodie.

Sir Harry, you shall goe to attach her feruant
Vpon sufпition of some treacherie,
Wherein the Princeſſe ſhall be acceſſarie :
If this doe faile, my policie is downe.
But I grow faint the ſeuer ſtaies on me,
Death like a Vulture tires vpon my heart,
Ile leaue you two to prosecute this drift,
My bones to earth I giue, t'heauen my ſoule I lift.

Ex. omnes.

Enter Gage, and Clarentia.

Gage. Madam Clarentia, is my Lady stirring?
Cla. Yes, after Gage, but heauie at the heart,
For she was frighted with a dreame this night,
She ſaid, she dream'd her ſifter was new married,
And fate vpon a high Emperiall throne :
That ſhe her ſelfe was caſt into a dungeon,
Whence enemies enuiron'd her about,
Offering their weapons to her naked breaſt;
Nay they would ſcarcely giue her leaue to pray,
They made ſuch haſt to hurrie her away.

Gage. Heauen ſhield my miſtris, & make her friends increafe,
Conuert her foes, eſtate her in true peace,
Cla. Then did I dreame of weddings, and of flowers,
Me thought I was within the fineſt Garden,
That euer mortall eie did yet behold,
Then ſtraight me thought, some of the chieſe were pickt
To drefſe the Bride; O twas the rareſt ſhew,
To ſee the Bride goe smiling longſt the streetes,
As if ſhee went to happines eternall.

Gage. Oh moſt vnhappy dreame! my ſeare is now
As great as yours, before it was but ſmall :

Come, let's goe comfort her that ioyes vs all.

Exeunt.

Enter a dumbe ſhew : fix Torches : Suffle bearing the Crowne,
Howard bearing the Scepter, the Conſtable the Mace, Tame
the Purſe, Shandoife the Sword, Philip and Marie, after them
the Cardinall Poole, Beningfield and Attendants : Philip and
Marie conferres : he takes leaue, and Exit. Nobles bring him
to the doore, and returne; She falles in a Swound : They com-
fort her, a deadmarch. Enter ſouse with the Hearſe of Win-
chelſter

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chefter with the Scepter and Purse lying on it: The Queene taketh the Scepter and Mace, and gives it Cardinall Pooke: a fennet, and Exeunt omnes preter Sufflex.

Suff. Winchester's dead, O God, vpon euen at his death,
He shewd his malice to the sweet yong Princesse,
God pardon him, his soule muſt anſwere all,
Shee's ſtill preferu'd, and ſtill her foes doe fall,
The Queene is much befotted on theſe prelates,
For there's another raſide more bafe than he,
Poole that Arch, for truth and honesty.

Enter Benningfield.

Ben. My Lord of Suffeſ, I can tell ill newes,
The Cardinall Poole that now was firmly well,
Is ſodainely ſalne ſicke, and like to die.

Suff. Let him goe, why then there is a fall of Prelates,
This realme will neuer ſtand in perfect ſtate,
Till all their ſaction be cleane ruinate.

Enter Conſable.

Con. Sir Harry, do you heare the whispering in the Court?
They ſay the Queene is crazie, very ill.

Suff. How heard you that?

Con. Tis common through the houſe.

Enter Howard.

How. Tis a ſad Court my Lord.

Suff. What's the matter? ſay, how fares the Queene?

How. Whether in ſorrow for the Kings departure,
Or else for griefe at Winchſters deceaſe,
Or else that Cardinall Poole is ſodainely dead,
I cannot tell, but ſhe is exceeding ſicke.

Suff. The State begins to alter.

How. Nay more my Lord, I came now from the Preſence,
I heard the Doctors whifper it in ſecret,
There is no way but one.

Suff. Gods will be done, whoe's with the Queene my Lord?

Ho. The Duke of Norſtolke, the Earle of Oxford,
The Earle of Arundell, and diuers others,
They are withdrawne into the inward chamber,
There to take councell, and intreat your preſence.

Suff. Wee'l e wait vpon their Honors.

Ex: omnes.

Enter

you know no bodie.

Enter Elizabeth, Gage and Clarentia about.

Eli. O God, my last nights dreame I greatly feare
It doth preſage my death, good maſter Gage,
Looke to the path-way that doth come from the Court,
I looke each minute for deaths meſſenger :
Would he were heere now, to my ſoule were pures
That I with patience might the ſtroke endure.

Gage. Madam, I see from farre a horſe-man comming,
This way he bends his ſpeed, he comes to ſaſt
That he is couered with a cloud of duſt,
And now I haue loft his fight, he appeares againe.
Making his way ouer Hill, Hedge, Ditch, and plaine,
One after him, they two ſtriue,
As one the race they had wagerd both their liues,
Another after him.

Eli. O God, what meanes this haſſe?
Pray for my ſoule, my life cannot long laſt.

Gage. Strange and miraculous I the firſt being at the gate,
His horſe hath broke his necke, and caſt his Rider.

Eli. This fame is but a prologue to my death,
My heart is guiltleſſe though they take my breath.

Enter Sir Harry Karew.

Kar. God faue the Queene, God faue Elizabeth.

Eli. God faue the Queene, so all good Subieſts ſay;
I am her Subieſt, and for her ſtill I pray.

Kar. My horſe did you alleagance at the gate,
For there he broke his necke, and there he lies :
For I my ſelfe had much adoe to riſe,
The fall hath bruſde me, yet I liue to crie,
God bleſſe your Grace, God bleſſe your maieftie.

Gage. Long liue the Queene, long liue your maieftie.

Eli. This newes is ſweet, my heart was ſore afraid :
Riſe thou, firſt Baron that we euer made.

Kar. Thanks to your Maieftie, happy be my tongue,
That firſt breath'd right to one that had ſuch wrong.

Enter Sir John Brocket.

Bro. Am I preucented in my haſte, O chance accurſt,
My hopes did ſooth me that I was the firſt;

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Let

# If you know not me,

Let not my duty be o're swaid by splene,
Long liue my Soueraigne, and God faue my Queene.
Eli. Thanks good fir John, we will deferue your loue.

Enter Howard.

How. Though third in order, yet firſt in loue,
I tender my allegiance to your Grace,
Lieue long faire Queene, thrice happy be your raigne,
He that in-ſtates you, your high ſtate maintaine.

Eli. Lord Howard, thanks, you euer were our friend,
I fee your loue continues to the end,
But chiefly, thanks to you my Lord of Hunsdon.

How. Meaning this gentleman?

Eli. The very fame?
His tongue was firſt proclaimer of our name:
And truſtlie Gage, in token of our grace,
We giue to you a captaine Pensioners place.

How. Madam, the Councell are heere at hand.

Eli. We will descend and meete them

Karew. Let's guard our Soueraigne, prayſing that Power,
That can throw downe and raife within an hower. Ex. omnes,
Enter the Clowne and one more with faggots.

Clo. Come neighbor, come away, every man his faggot,
And his double pot, for joy of the old Queenes death;
Let bells ring, and children sing,

For we haue cauſe to remember,
The ſeuenteenth day of Nouember.

Enter Lord of Tame.

Tame. How now my maſters, what's heere to doe?

Clo. Faith making Bone fiers for joy of the new Queene,
Come fir, your penny, and you be a true ſubieſt,
Youle battle with vs your faggot, weele be merry yfaith.

Tame. And you doe well: and yet me thinke t'were fir,
To ſpend some ſunerall teares vpon her hearte,
Who while ſhe liu'd was deare vnto them all.

Clo. I, but doe not you know the old Prouerb?
We muſt liue by the quicke, and not by the dead.

Tame. Did you not loue her father when he liu'd,
As deerely as you ere did loue any,
And yet reioyced at his ſunerall

Like-

you know no body.

Likewise her brother, you esteem'd him deere,
Yet once departed, joyfully you sung,
Runne to make Bone-fiers, to proclaime your loue
Vnto the new, forgetting still the old :
Now she is gone, how you moane for her !
Were it not fit a while to moane her Hearse,
And duetifully there reioyce the other?
Had you the w itself and the louing Prince,
That euer I waid a Scepter in the world,
This is the loue he shall haue after life.
Let Princes while they liue haue loue or feare tis fit,
For after death there's none continues it.

Clo. By my faith my masters, he speaks wisely;
Come, weele to the end of the lane, and there weele
Make a Bone-fire, and be merrie ?
Faith agreed, ile spend my halfe-penny towards
Another faggot, rather than the new Queene shall
Want a Bone-fire.

Exeunt, manet Tame.

Tame. I blame you not, nor doe I you commend,
For you will still the strongest side defend.

Exit.

A fenet. Enter four Trumpeters after them Sergeant Trum-
peter with a Mace, after him the Purse bearer, Suffex with the-
Crowne, Howard the Scepter, Constable with the Cappe of
Maintenance, Shandoye with the Sword, Tame with the
Coller and a George, four gentlemen bearing the Canopy ouer
the Queene, two gentler omen bearing vp her Traine, fix gen-
tlemen Personers, The Queene takes State.

Omnes. Long line, long raigne our Soueraigne,
Eliz. We thanke you all.

Suf. The imperiall crowne I heere present your Grace,
with it my staffe of Office, and my place.

Eli. Whilft we this Crowne, so long your place enjoy.

How. Th' imperiall Scepter heere I offer vp.

Eli. Keepe it my Lord, and with it be you high Admirall!

Con. This Cap of Maintenance, I present my state
of Office, and my vrmoft seruice.

Eli. Your loue we know.

Con. Pardon me gratious Madam, twas not splicenc,

But

# If you know not me,

But that alleageance that I ow'd my Queene,
Madam, I seru'd her truely at that day,
And I as truely will your Grace obay.

Eli. We do as freely pardon, as you truely seru'd;
Onely your staffe of Office weele displace,
In stead whereof, weele owe you greater grace.

Enter Beningfield.

Ben. Long time the Quene, long time your Maieſtie,
I haue rid hard to be the first reporter
Of these glad tidings first, and all these heere,

Snf: You are in your loue as free as in your care,
Y'are come euen first a day after the faire.

Eli. What's he, my laylor?

Ben. God preferue your Grace.

Eli. Be not aflam'd man looke me in the face,
Who haue you now to pat onize your strictnes on?
For your kindnes this I will beflowe a

When we haue one we would haue hardly vsde,
And cruelly dealt with, you shall be the man,
This is a day for peace not for vengeance fit,
All your good deeds weele quit, all wrongs remit.
Where we left off, proceede.

Shan. The Sword of Iustice on my bended knee
I to your Grace preſent, heauen bleſſe your raigne.

Eli. This Sword is ours, this Staffe is yours againe.

Tame. This Garter with the Order of the George,
Two ornaments vnto the Crowne of England,
I here preſent.

(you?)

Eli. Poſſeſſe them ſtill my Lord, what Office beare

Gage. I Captaine of your Highnes Pensioners.

Broc. I of your Guard,

I Sergeant Trumperer, preſent my Mace.

Eli. Some we intend to raiſe, none to displace;
Lord Hunsdon, we will one day find a Staffe

To poize your hand: you are our cousin,
And deferue to be imploy'd neerer our person:

But now to you from whom we take this Staffe,
Since Cardinall Poole is now diceaſde and dead,

To

you know no body.

To shew all mallice from our breast is worne,
Before you let that Purse and Mace be borne.
And now to London Lords lead on the way,
Praising that King that all Kings else obay.

Sennet about the stage in order.
The Maior of London meets them.

Ma. I from this cittie London doe present,
This Purse and Bible to your Maiestie,
A thousand of your faithfull Citizens,
In veluet Coats and Chaines well mounted, stay
To greet their royall Soueraigne on the way.

Eliz. We thanke you all : But first this Booke I kisse.
Thou art the way to Honour, thou to Bliffe :
An English Bible, thanks my good Lord Maior,
You of our body and our soule haue care ;
This is the iewell that we still loue beſt,
This was our ſolace when we were diſtreſſd,
This Booke that hath ſo long conceal'd it ſelſe,
So long ſhut vp, ſo long hid; now Lords ſee,
We here vnclafspe, for euer it is free :
Who lookes for ioy let him this Booke adore,
This is true ſoode for rich men and for poore,
Who drinks of this, is certaine nere to perisſh,
This will the soule with heauenly vertue cheriſh,
Lay hand vpon this Anchor euery soule,
Your name ſhall be in an eternall ſcrowle,
Who builds on this, dwels in a happy ſtate,
This is the fountaine cleare immaculate.
That happy iſtue that ſhall vs ſucceed,
And in our populous Kingdome this Booke read,
For them as for our owne ſelues, we humbly pray,
They may liue long, and bleſt; so leade the way.

FINIS.

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