If you knovv not me,
You know no bodie :

Or,
The troubles of Queene ELIZABETH.

Enter Suffex, and Lo: Chamberlaine.

Suffex.

Ood morrow my good Lord Chamberlaine,

Chamb. Many good morrowes to my good
Lord of Suffex..

Suf. Who's with the Queene my Lord?

Cha. The Cardinall of Winchefter : The Lord
of Tame : the good Lord Shandoyfe : and beids,

Lo: Howard: fir Henry Beningfield, and diuers others.

Suf. A word my Lord in priuate.

Enter Tame and Shandoyfe.

Shand. Touching the Queene my Lord who now fits hie,
What thinks the realme of Philip ch'Emperours fonne,
A marriage by the Councell treated of?

Tame. Pray Godt proue well.

Suf. Good morrow Lords.

Tame. Good morrow my good Lord of Suffex,

Shan. I cry your Honours mercy.

Cham. Good morrow to the Lords of Tame and Shandoyfe.

Tame. The like to you my Lord : As you were speaking.

A 3

Enter.

# If you know not me,

Enter Lord Howard, and Sir Henry Bening field.

Ben. Concerning Wiat and the Kentish rebellis,
Their ouerthrow is paft : the rebel Dukes that soughe
By all meanes to proclaime queene Iane chiefly Northumberland
For Gilfords fake, he forst his brother Duke vnto that warre,
But each one had his merite.

How. Oh my Lord,
The Law proceeded gainst their great offence,
And'tis not well, since they haue suffered iudgement,
That we should rayse their scandall being dead,
Tis impious, not by true iudgement bred.

Suf. Good morrow my Lord, good morrow good sir Henry.

Ben. Pardon, my Lord, I saw you not till now.

Cham. Good morrow good Lord Howard.

How. Your honours : The Like to you my Lords,

Tame. With all my heart Lord Howard.

Cham. Forward I pray.

Suf. The Suffolke men my Lord was to the Queene
The very ftaires, by which she did ascend :
Shee's greatly bound vnto them for their loues.

Enter Cardinal of Winchester.

Wi. Good morrow Lords, attend the Queene into the preſence,

Suf. Your duties Lords. Exeunt omnes.

Enter Tame bearing the Purſe : Shandoyſe the Mace : Howard
the Scepter : Suffex the Crowne ; then the Queene, after her
the Cardinal, Sentlow, Gage, and attendants.

Queene. By Gods asſistance, and the power of heauen,
We are inſtated in our brothers throane,
And all thofe powers that warr'd againſt our right,
By helpe of heauen, and your friendly ayde,
Diſperſt and fled, heere may we fit ſecure,
Our heart is ioyfull Lords, our peace is pure.

Enter Dodds.

Dodds. I do beſeech your maiestie perſe this poore petition.

Qu. O maiſter Dodds, we are indebted to you for your loue,
You ſtood vs in great ſtead even in our ebbe
Of fortune, when our hopes were neere declin'd,

And

you know no bodie.

And when our state did beare the lowest layle,
Which we haue reafon to requite we know :
Reade his petition my good Lord Cardinall.

Dodds. O gratious Soueraigne, let my Lord the Duke haue the Perusing of it, or any other that is neere your grace,
He will be to our suite an oppofite.

Win. And reafon fellow.

Madam, heere is a large recitall and vpbraiding of your highnes Soueraignty, the suffolke men that lifted you to the throne, and heere posseft you, cliame your promise you made the about Religion.

Dods. True gratious Soueraigne,
But that we do vpbraid your Maiestie,
Or make recitall of our decedes forepaft,
Other then confcience, honesty and zeale,
By loue, by fayth, and by our ducty bound,
To you the next and true ſuccesſue heyre,
If you contrary this, I needes muſt lay,
Your ſkilleſſe tongue doth make our well tun'd words,
Iare in the Princes cares, and of our text
You make a wrong ſonſtruction. Gracious Queene,
Your humble ſubieſts proſtrate in my mouth,
A generall ſuite when we firſt flockt to you,
And made firſt head with you at Fromagham,
Twas thus concluded, that we your liege-men
Should ſtill enjoy our confciences, and vſe that faith
Which in King Edwards dayes was held canonicallyll.

Win. May't please your highnes note the commons insolence
They tie you to conditions, and ſet limits to your liking.

Queene. They ſhall know,
To whom their faithfull duties they doe owe,
Since they the limes, the head would feeke to ſway,
Before they gouerne, they ſhall learne t' obay:
See it ſeuerely ordred *Winchefter*.

Win. Away with him, it shall be throughly ſcand,
And you vpon the pillory, three daies to stand.

Exit Dodds.
Bess.

If you know not me,

Benif. Haz not your fifter (gratious Queene) a hand
In these petitions? well your Highnes knowes
She is a fauorite of these heretiques.

Win. And well remembred, is't not probable,
That she in Wiats expedition
And other infurrections lately queld,
Was a confederate? if your highnes will your own estate preferue,
You muft foresee fore-dangers, and cut off all such
As would your safetie preiudice.

Ben. Such is your fitter,
A meere oppofite to vs in our opinion: and befides,
Shee's next ſuccellue, ſhould your Maiety
Die iffueleſſe, which heauen defend.

Omnes. Which heauen defend.

Ben. The state of our religion would decline.

Queen. My Lords of Tame and Shandoyſe,
You two ſhall haue a firme Commission ſeald.
To fetch our fitter yoong Elizabeth
From Aſhbridge where ſhe lies, and with a band
Of armed ſouldiers to conduct her vp to London,
Where wee will heare her.

Son. Gratious Queen, ſhe only craues but to behold your face,
That ſhe might cleare her ſelfe of all ſuppoſed treaſons,
Still protesting, ſhee is as true a ſubieſt to your Grace,
As liues this day.

Win. Do not you heare with what a fawcie impudence,
This Sentlow here prefumes?

Queene. Away with him, Ile teach him know his place,
To frowne when we frowne, ſmile on whom we grace.

Win. Twill be a meanes to keepe the reſt in awe,
Making their Soueraignes brow to them a law.

Queene. All thofe that ſeeke our Sifters cauſe to ſauour,
Let them be lodged.

Winch. Young Courtney Earle of Denonſhire,
Seemes chiefly to affect her faction.

Qu. Commit him to the Tower,

Till

you know no body.

Till time affords vs and our Councell breathing space.

Whence is that poſte ?

A horne within.

Conſt. My Soueraigne, it is from Southampton.

Queene. Our Secretary, vnſeale them, and returne

Vs preſent anſwere of the contents,

What's the maine buſines ?

She ſpeakes to the
Lord Conſtable.

Conſt. That Phillip Prince of Spaine,
Sonne to the Emperour, is safely arriu'd,
And landed at Southampton.

Queene. Prepare to meete him Lords with all our pompe.

Howard. Prepare you Lords with our faire Queene to ride,
And his high princely ſtate let no man hide.

Queene. Set forward Lords, this ſodaine newes is ſweete,
Two royall Louers on the midde way meete. ex omnes

Enter maifter Gage and a Gentlewoman.

Gage. Good morrow miſtreſſe, came you from the Princeſſe?

Wom. Maifter Gage, I did.

Gage. How fares her Grace?

Wom. O wondrous crazie, gentle maifter Gage,
Her ſleepes are all vnquiet, and her head
Beats, and growes giddy with continuall griefe.

Gage. God graunt her comfort, and releaſe her paine,
So good a Lady few on earth remaine.

Enter the Clowne.

Clowne. O Arme, arme, arme.

Gage. How now, what's the matter ?

Clowne, O Lord the houſe is beſet, ſhouldiers are as hot as fire,
Are ready to enter euery hole about the houſe,

For as I was a'th toppe of the ſtacke, the ſound of the drumme

Hot me ſuch a box a'th eare, that I came tumbling downe,

The ſtacke with a thousand billets a'th top on me, looke about,

And helpe for Gods ſake.

Gage. Heauen gard the Princeſſe, grant that all be well,
This Drumme I feare will prooue her paſſing bell.

B

Enter

# If you know not me,

Enter Tame and Shandoy, few with Souldiers, Drums, &c.

Tame. Where's the Princeſſe ?

Gage. Only honoi'd Lords !

(May I with reverencc prefume to aske)

What meanes theſe armes ? why doe you thus begirt

A poore weake Lady, neare at point of death ?

Shan. Reſolue the Princeſſe we muſt ſpeake with her.

Wo. My Lords, know there is no admittance to her preſence,
Without the leaue, firſt granted from her ſelſe.

Tame. Go tell her, we muſt, and will.

Wom. Ile certifie ſo much.

Exit woman.

Gage. My Lords, as you are honourably borne,
As you did loue her father, or her brother,
As you doe owe allegiance to the Queene.

In pittie of her weaknes, and low eſtate,

With beſt of ſauour her commiserate.

Enter woman.

Wom. Her grace intreates you but to stay till me ore,
And then your meſſage ſhall be heard at full.

Shan. Tis from the Queene, and we will ſpeake with her,

Wom. Ile certifie ſo much.

Tame. It ſhall not neede, preſſe after her my Lord,

Enter Elizabeth in her bed, Doctor Owine, and
Dattor Wendith.

Eliz. We are not pleaſe with your intrusions Lords,
Is your hafte ſuch, or your affaires ſo vrgent,

That ſodainely, and at this time of night,

You preſſe on me, and will not stay till me ore ?

Tame. Sory we are (s-v., ccc. Lady) to behold you in this ſadde

Eliz. And I my Lords not glad, (plight

My heart, oh, how it beats ! It is a PLIGHT

Shan. Madam, our meſſage and our duty from our Queene,
We come to tender you, It is her pleaſure,

That you the 7. day of this month appeare at Westminſter.

Eliz. At Westminſter my Lords, no ſoule more glad than I,
To

To

you know no body.

To do my duty to her Maiestie,
But I am fory at the heart, my heart, oh good Doctor raise me;
Oh my heart, I hope my Lords, confidering my extremitie and
weakenes, you will dispence a little with your hafte.

Tame. Doctor Owine, and Doctor Windeth.

You are the Queenes Phisitions truly tworne,
On your allegeance, as before her Highnes you will answere it,
Speake, may the Princeſſe be remoou'd with life?

D. Owine. Not without danger Lords, yet without death,
Her feuer is not mortall; yet you ſee into what danger
It hath brought the Princeſſe.

Shan. Is your opinion so?

D. Win. My iudgment is, not deadly, but yet dangerous.
No sooner ſhall she come to take the aire,
But she will faint, and if not well prepar'd and attended,
Her life is in much danger.

Tame. Madam, we take no pleasure to deliuer
ſo ſtrict a meſſage.

Eliz. Nor I my Lords to heare a meſſage deliuered
With ſuch ſtrictnes: well, muſt I goe?

Shan. So ſayes the Queene.

Eliz. Why then it muſt be so.

Tame. To morrow earlye then you muſt prepare.

Eliz. Tis many a morrow ſince my feeble legges
Felt this my bodies weight: O I ſhall faint,
And if I tafe the rawneſſle of the aire,
I am but dead, indeed I am but dead,
Tis late, conduct these Lords vnto their chambers,
And cheere them well, for they hauc iourneyd hard.

Whilſt we prepare vs for our morrowes iourney.

Shan. Madam, the Queene hath ſent her letter for you.

Eliz. The Queene is kind, and we will ſtrieue with death
To tender her our life,

We are her ſubieſt, and obay her heſt,
Good night, we will you what we want,

Good reſt.

Exeunt omnes.

B 2

Enter

# If you know not me,

Enter Queene Mary, Philip, and all the Nobles,
but Tame and Shandoyse.

Quee. Thus in the face of heauen and broad eie of all the mul-
We giue a welcome to the Spanish Prince, (titude)
Thofe plaufiue ſhowts which giue you entertaine,
Ecchoes as much to the Almightie eares,
And there they found with pleafure, and excels
The clamorous trumpets, and lowd ringing bells.

Phil. Thrife excellent and euer gratious Princeſle,
Double famous for Vertue and for beautie,
We embrace your large ſtretcht Honors with the armies of loue,
Our royall mariage, treated firſt in heauen
To be ſolemniz'd heere, both by Gods voyce,
And by our loues conſent, we thus embrace ;
Now Spaine and England two populous kingdomes,
That haue a long time beene oppofde
In hoſtile emulation, ſhall be at one :

This ſhall be Spanish England, ours English Spaine.

Qu. Hearke the redoubling ecchoes of the people,
How it proclames their loues, and welcome to this Union.

Phil. Then heere before the Pillars of the Land,
We doe embrace and make a publike contract :
Our ſoules are ioyfull, then bright heauens ſmile,
Whilft we proclaime our new vnited ſtyle,

Que. Reade Suffex.

## Suffex Reades.

Philip and Mary, by the grace of God, King and
Queene of England, Spayne, France, and Ireland,
King and Queene of Naples, Seifcillia, Leon and
Aragon, Archduke & Dutches of Alftria, Burgun-
dy, of Brabant, Zeland, of Holland : Prince and
Princesſe

you know no bodie.

Princeſſe of Sweaue, Count and Counteſſe Haf-
burdge, Meliorca, Sardinia, of the firme Land &
the maine Ocean Sea, Palatins of Ieruſalem, of
Henolt, Lord and Lady of Freſeſland, and of the
Ifles: And Gouernor and Gouerneſſe of all Affrica,
and Aſia.

Omnes. Long liue the King and Queene.

Flourish.

Kin. and Qu. We thanke you all.

Con. When pleate your Highnes to Solemnize this your Nup-

One. The 25, day of this month of Iuly.

(tials

Phil. It likes vs well, but royall Queene we want

One Lady at this high Solemnitie :

We haue a Sifter cal'd Elizabeth,

Whose vertues and indowments of the minde

Hath fild the eares of Spaine.

Win. Great are the caufes, now too long to ſay,

Why ſhe, my Soueraigne, ſhould be kept away,

Con. The Lord of Tame and Chandoyſe are return'd.

Enter Tame, Shandoyſe, and Gage.

Queene. How fares our Sifter ? is ſhe come along ?

Tame. We found the Princeſſe ſicke, and in great danger.

Yet did we vrge our strict Commission,

She much intreated that ſhe might be ſpar'd,

Vntill her health and ſtrength might be restor'd.

Shan. Two of your highnes Doctors we then cal'd.

And charg'd them as they would anſwere it,

To tell the truth, if that our iournies toyle

Might be no preiudice vnto her life;

Or if we might with safety bring her thence ?

They anſwered, that we might; we did so,

Heere ſhe is to doe her duty to your Maiestie.

Quee. Let her attend, we will find time to ſpare her,

Phil. But royall Queene, yet for her vertues ſake,

Deeme her offences, if ſhe haue offended,

B. 3

Wish

# If you know not me,

With all the lenitie a Sifter can.

Queene. My Lord of Winchester, my Lord of Suffolk,
Lord Howard, Tame, and Shandoyse,
Take you commission to examine her
Of all supposed crimes; so to our Nuptials.

Phi. What festivall more royall hath been seene,
Than twixt Spaines Prince, and Englands Royall Queene.

Exeunt.

Enter Elizabeth, her gentlewoman, and three
household Seruants.

Eliz. Is not my gentleman Wher yet return'd?

Wom. Madam, not yet.

Eliz. O God, my feare hath beene good Phiſicke, (Etion,
But the Queens displeasure, that hath cur'd my bodies imperfe-
Hath made me heart-ſicke, braine-ſicke, and ſicke euen to death.
What are you?

I. Ser: Your howſhold officers and humble ſeruants,
Who, now your house (faire Princesſe) is diffolu'd
And quite broke vp, come to attend your grace.

Eliz. We thanke you, and am more indebted for your loues,
Than we haue power, or vertue to requite,
Alas, I am all the Queens, yet nothing of my ſelſe,
But God and innocence, be you my patrons, & defend my cauſer
Why weepe you gentlemen?

Cookes. Not for our ſelues, men are not made to weepe
At their owne fortunes, our eies are made of fire,
And to extract water from fire, is hard:
Nothing but ſuch a Princesſe grieſe as yours
So good a Lady, and so beautifull, so absolute a miſtris,
And perſect as you haue euer beene,
Haue power to doo't, your ſorrow makes vs fad.

Eliz. My innocence yet makes my heart as light,
As my front's heauie: all that heauen ſends, is welcome:
Gentlemen, deuide these crownes amongſt yon,
I am now a prisoner, and ſhall want nothing,

I

you know no bodie.

I haue some friends about her Maiesty,
That are prouiding for me all things; all things:
I, euen my graue; and being possest of that,
I shall neeue nothing: weepe not I pray,
Rather you should reioyce
If I miscarry in this enterprise? and aske you why?
A Virgine and a Martyre both I die.

Enter Gage

Gage. He that first gaue you life, protect that life,
From thofe that wifh your death.

Eli. Whats my offence? who be my accufers ?

Gage. Madam, that the Queene & Winchester beſt knowes.

Eli. What faies the Queene vnto my late petition ?

Gage, You are denide that grace :

Her Maiestie will not admit you conference,

Sir William Sentlow vrging that motion,

Was first committed, ſince ſent to the Tower,

Madam, in briefe your foes are the Queenes friends,

Your friends her foes,

Six of the Councell are this day appointed,

To examine you of certaine articles.

Eli. They shall be welcome; my God in whom I truft,

Will help, deliuer, faue, defend the iuſt.

Enter Winchelſter, Suffeſ, Howard, Tame, Shandoyſe,
and Constable.

Suf. All forbeare this place, vnleſſe the Princesſe.

Wm. Madam, we from the Queene are ioynd.
in full commission.

They fit,
Shee kneeles.

Suf. By your fauour (good my Lord) are you proceede,
Madam, although this place doth tie you to this reuerence,
It becomes not you being a Princesſe to deieſt your knee,
A chaire there.

Eli. My duty with my fortunes doe agree,

And

# If you know not me,

And to the Queene, in you I bend my knee.

Suf. You shall not kneele where Suffix fits in place.

The Chamber-keeper, a chaire there for her grace,

Win. Madam, perhaps you censure hardly,

That was inforſt in this commission.

Eli. Know you your owne guilt, my good Lord Chancellor,

That you accufe your ſelfe; I thinke not so,

I am of this mind, no man is my foe.

Win. Madam, I would you would submit vnto your highnes.

Eli. Submit my Lord of Winchelſter, tis fit

That none but baie offenders should submit:

No no my Lord, I easilie ſpie your drift,

Having nothing whereon you can accufe me,

Do seeke to haue my ſelfe, my ſelfe betray,

So by my ſelfe my owne bloud should be spilt,

Confefſe Submission, I confefſe a guilt

Tame. What anſwere you to Wiat's late rebellion ?

Madam, tis thought that you did ſet them on.

Eli. Who is't will ſay so ; men may much ſuspect,

But yet (my Lord) none can my life detect.

I a confederate with thoſe kentiſh rebels ?

If I ere ſaw or ſent to them, let the Queene take my head.

Hath not prowd Wiat ſuffred for his offence,

And in the purging both of ſoule and body for heauen,

Did Wiat then accufe Elizabeth ?

Suf. Madam, he did not.

Eli. My reuerend Lord, I know it.

How. Madam, he would not

Eli. Oh my good Lord he could not.

Suf. The fame day Flegmorten was arraignd in the Guild-hall

It was impoſde on him, whether this Princesſe had a hand

With him, or no; he did deny it,

Cleer'd her fore his death, yet accuſde others.

Eli. My God be prayſde, this is newes but of a minute olde,

Choir. What anſwere you to ſir Peter Carew in the well,

The weſterne Rebels?

Eliz.

you know no body.

Eli. Aske the vnborne infant, see what that will anſwere?
For that and I are both alike in guilt,
Let not by rigor innocent blood be ſpilt.

Win. Come Madam, anſwere briefly to theſe treaſons.

Eli. Treafon Lords, if it be treaſon to be the daughter
To th'eight Henry, ſifter to Edward, and the next of blood vnto
My gratious ſoueraigne now the Queene, I am a traitor: if not, I
Spit at treaſon. In Henries raigne this Law could not haue ſlood,
O God that we should ſuffer for our blood!

Con. Madam, the Queene muſt heare you ſing another ſong,
Before you part with vs.

Eli. My God doth know, I can no note but truth,
That with heauens King,
One day in quiers of Angels I ſhall ſing.

Win. Then Madam you'le not ſubmit.

Eli. My life I will, but not as guiltie,
My Lords, let palle offenders pardon craue,
If we offend, Lawes rigor let vs haue.

Win. You are ſtubborne, come, letts certifie the Queene.

Tame. Rowme for the Lords there.

Exeunt

Eli. Thou power eternall, Innocents juſt guide,¹
That ſwayes the Septer of all Monarchies,
Proteſt the guiltleſe from theſe rauening jawes,
That hidious death preſents, by Tyrants lawes,
And as my heart is knowne to thee moſt pure,
Grant me reſeafe, or patience to endure.

Councell.

Enter Gage and Servants.

Gage. Madam, we your poore humble ſeruants,
Made bold to preſſe into your Graces preſence,
To know how your cauſe goes.

Eli. Well, well, I thanke my God, well,
How can a cauſe goe ill with Innocents?
They that to whome wrongs in this world are done,
Shall be rewarded in the world to come.

Enter the ſix Counſellors.

Win. It is the pleafure of her maieſtie,
That you be ſtraight committed to the Tower.

Eli. The Tower ! for what?

C

Win.

# If you know not me,

Wi. Moreouer all your household ſeruants we haue diſcharg'd
Except this gentleman your vſher, and this gentlewoman,
Thus did the Queene command,
And for your guard a hundred Northerne white cotes
Are appointed to conduct you thither,
To night vnto your chamber, to morrow early prepare
You for the tower, your Barge stands ready:
To conduct you thither. Shee kneeles.

Eli. Oh God my hart: A prisoner in the Tower,
Speake to the Queene my Lords, that some other place
May lodge her ſilter, that's too vilde, too bafe.

Suff. Come my Lords, let's all joyne in one petition
To the Queene, that she may not be lodg'd within the Tower.

Win. My Lord, you know it is in Vaine,
For the Queenes ſentence is definitive,
And we muſt see it perform'd

Eliz. Then to our chamber comfortlesſe and ſad,
To Morrow to the Tower that fatall place,
Where I ſhall neuer behold the Sunnes bright face.

Suff. Now God forbid, a better hap heauen ſend:
Thus men may mourne for what they cannot mend.
Exeunt
Omnes.
Enter three white-cote ſouldiers with a iacke of beere.

1. Come my maſters, you know your charge, tis now about
A leauen, heere we muſt watch till morning,
And then carry the Princesſe to the Tower.

2. How ſhall wee ſpend the time till morning ?

3. Maſſe weele drincke and talke of our friends.

2. I but my friend, doe not talke of state matters.

1. Not I, ile not meddle with the State,
I hope this a man may ſay without offence,
Prethee drinke to me.

3. With all my heart yfaith, this a man might lawfully ſpeake,
But now; faith what waſt about to ſay ?

1. Maſſe I ſay this; That the Lady Elizabeth is both a Lady
And Elizabeth, and if I ſhould ſay ſhe were a vertuous Princesſe,
Were there any harme in that?

2. No by my troth ther's no harme in that,
But beware of talking of the p. incoſſe,

Let's

you know no body.

Let's meddle with our kindred, there we may be bold

1. Well firſ, I haue twoo lifters, and the one loues the other,
And would not ſend her to prifon for a millio; is there any harm
In this? Ile keepe my ſelfe within compaſſe I warrant you.
For I doe not talke of the Queene, I talke of my lifters.
Ile keepe my ſelfe within compaſſe I warrant you.

3. I but fir, that word firſter goes hardly downe.

1. Why fir, I hope a man may be bold with his owne,
I learn'd that of the Queene, ile keepe my ſelfe within compaſſe
Ile warrant you.

2. I but fir, why is the Princesſe committed?

1. It may be ſhe doth not know her ſelfe,
It may be the Queene knowes not the cauſe,
It may be my Lord of Winchester does not know?
It may be ſo, nothing is vnpoſſible to god,
It may be there's knauery in Monkery,

There's nothing vnpoſſible, is there any harme in that?

2. Shomaker, you goe a little beyond your laſt.

1. Why, in ſaying nothing's vnpoſſible to God,
Ile ſtand to it; for ſaying a truth's a truth, Ile proue it;
For ſaying there may be knauery in Monkery, Ile juſtifie it;
I doe not ſay there is, but may be, I know what I know,
You know what you know, he knowes what he knowes,
Mary we know not what euery man knowes.

3. My maifters, we haue talkt so long that I thinke tis day.

1. I thinke so too, is there any harme in all this?

2. No harme ith world.

3. And I thinke by this time the Princesſe is ready
To take her barge.

1. Come then let's goe, would all were well,
Is there any harme in all this? But alas, wisheſ and teares
Haue both one propertie, they ſhew their loue that
Want the remedy.

Exennt omnes

Enter Winchefter and Beningfield.

Win. Did you not marke what a piteous eie the caſt
To the Queenes window as ſhe pafft along?
Faine ſhe would haue ſtaied, But that I cauſde
The bargemen to make haſt, and to row away.

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Ben.

# If you know not me,

Ben. The bargemen were too desperate my Lord,
In staying till the water were so lowe,
For then you know, being vnderneath the bridge,
The barges sterne did strike vpon the ground,
And was in danger to haue drownd vs all.

Win. Well, she hath scapt that danger,
Would she but conforme her selfe in her opinion,
She only might rely vpon my loue,
To winne her to the fauour of the Queene.

Ben. But that will neuer be, this is my censure,
If she be guilty in the least degree,
May all her wrongs surviue and light on her :
If other waies that she be cleared,
Thus both waies I will her downe,
Or else her state to raise.

Enter Sussex, Tame, Howard, Shandoyse and Gage.

Suff. Why doth the Princesse keepe her barge so long?
Why lands she not? Some one goe see the cause.

Gage. That shall be my chargemy Lord.

Exit Gage.

Suffes. Oh me my Lords her state is wondrous hard,
I haue seene the day, my hand ide not haue lent
To bring my Soneraigns fifter to the Tower.

Good my Lords, stretch your Commission
To do the Princesse but some little fauour.

(ceffe,

Shan. My Lord, my Lord, let not the loue we beare the Prin-
Incurre the Queenes difpleasure, tis no dallying with matters of
Estate, who dares gaine-lay the Queene?

Suff. Mary God not I, no, no, not I;
Yet who shall hinder these mine eies to sorrow
For her sorrow? By Gods mary deere,
That the Queene could not, though her selfe were here:
My Lords, my Lords, if it were held fowle treason,
To griefe for her hard vsage, by my soule,
Myne eies would hardly prooue a true subject.

But tis the Queenes pleasure, and we must obay:
But I shall mourne, should the King and Queene say nay.

Enter Gage.

Gage. My grieued Miftris humbly thus intreats,

For

you know no bodie.

Forto remoue back to the common staires,
And not to land where traitors put to shore,
Some difference she intreats your Honors make
Twixt Christall Fountaine and fowle muddy Springs,
Twixt those that are condemned by the law,
And those whome Treaſons ſtaine did neuer blemiſh :
Thus she attends your anſwere and ſits ſill,
Whilſt her wet eies full many a teare did ſpill.

Suf. Mary a God, tis true, and tis no reaſon: Launch Barge
Good Lady, land where traitors vſe to land,
And fore her guilt be proou'd, Gods mary no,
And the Queene wils it, that it ſhould be so.

Chan. My Lord, you muſt looke into our Commiſſion,
No ſauour's graunted, ſhe of force muſt land,
Tis a decree which we cannot withstand,
So tell her, maſter Gage.

Exit Gage.

Suf. As good a lady as ere England bred,
Would he that cauſ'd this woe, had loft his head.

Enter Gage, Elizabeth, and Clarentia her
gentlewoman.

Gage. Madam, you haue ſtept too ſhort, into the water.

Eli. No matter where I treade,
Would where I fet my foot, there lay my head,
And traitor like ! my foot's wet in the flood,
So ſhall my hart ere long be drencht in blood.

Enter Conſtable.

Win. Heere comes the Conſtable of the Tower,
This is your charge.

Conſt. And I receiue my prifoner, come, will you goe?

Eli. Whither my Lord, vnto a grate of yron,
Where grieſe and care my poore heart ſhall environ me:
Tam not well.

Suf. A chaire for the Princesſſe.

Con. Heer's no chaire for prifoners,
Come, will you ſee your chamber?

Eli. Then on this ſtone this cold ſtone will I ſay,
I needs muſt ſay, you hardly me intreate,
When for a chaire, this hard ſtone is my ſeat.

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Suff.]

# If you know not me,

Suff. My Lord, you deale too cruelly with the Princeſſe,
You knew her father, ſhee's no ſtranger to you.

Tame. Madam it raines.

Suff. Good Lady take my cloake.

Eli. No, let it alone; See Gentlemen,
The pityous heauens weepes teares into my boſome,
On this cold ſtone I fit, raine in my face,
But better heere, then in a worſer place
Where this bad man will lead me.

Cla. Reach me my booke; now lead me where you please
From fight of day, or in a dungeon, I shall see to pray.

Suff. Nay, nay, you need not bolt and locke me faſt, Exit Eli.
Shee is no ſtarter, honorable Lords,

Gage. Clarendon
Speake to the Queene ſhe may haue some reſeafe.
Consta,
Enter Constable.

Const. So, so, let me alone, let me alone to coope her,
Ile vſe her so, the Queene ſhall much commend
My diligent care.

Howard. Where haue you left the Princeſſe?

Con. Where ſhe is ſafe ynough I warrant you,
I haue not granted her the priuledge
Of any walke, or garden, or to ope
Her windowes, cafements to receive the aire,

Suff. My Lord, my Lord, you deale without reſpect,
And worſe than your Commission can maintaine.

Con. My Lord, I hope I know my office well,
And better than your ſelſe within this place,
Then teach not me my duty, ſhe ſhall be vſde so ſtill,
The Queene commands, and ile obey her wer will.

Suff. But if this time should alter, marke me well,
Could this be anſwer'd? could it fellow Peeres?
I thinke not so,

Con. Tuſh, tuſh, the Queene is yong, likely to beare
Of her owne body a more royall heire.

Enter Gage.

Gage. My Lords, the Princeſſe humbly intreats,
That her owne ſeruants may beare vp her dyer,
A company of baſe vntutor'd ſlaues,

Whole

you know no bodie.

Whose hands did neuer ferue a Princeſſe boord,
Doe take that priuilege.

Con. Twas my appointment and it ſhall be ſo.
Suff. Gods mary deere, but it ſhall not be,
Lord Howard joyne with me, weele to the king.

Enter Souldiers with diſhes.

Gage. Stay good my Lords for inſtance, ſee they come,
If this be ſeemely, let your Honors judge.

Suf. Come, come my Lords, why do we ſtay so long?
The Queenes high ſauour ſhall amend this wrong?

Con. Now fir, what haue you got by your
complaining, you common find-fault; what, is
your Miftris ſtomacke ſo queaſie, our honest

Souldiers muſt not touch her meate; Then let her ſaſt :
I know her ſtomacke will come downe at laſt.

Exeunt omnes
preter Const.
and Gage.

Enter ſouldiers with more diſhes, Gage.
Takes one from them.

Gage. Vntutor'd ſlaue, Ile eafe thee of this burthen,
Her highnes ſcornes to touch the diſh

Her ſeruants brings not vp.

Con. Preſume to touch a diſh, Ile lodge thee there
Where thou ſhalt ſee no ſunne for one whole yeare :

Exit Con.

Gage. I would to God you would, in any place
Where I might liue from thought of her diſgrace ;

O thou all-ſeeing heauens, with piteous cies,
Looke on th' oppreſſions of their cruelty :

Let not thy truth by falſhood be oppreſſ,
But let her vertues ſhine and giue her reſt,

Conſound the ſleights, and practice of those men,
Whofe pride doe kicke against the ſeat of heauen,

Oh draw the curtaines from their filthy ſinne,

And make them loath the hell which they liue in,

Proſper the Princeſſe and her life defend,
A glerious comfort to her trouble ſend.

If euer thou hadſt pitrie, heare my prayer,

And giue realcaſement to a princes care.

Exit Gage.
A dumbe.

you know no body.

Whereby she may receive fresh gladsome air.
Con, O you preach well to deafe men I no not I;

So Letters may flye in, Ile none of that,
She is my prisoner, and if I durst,

But that my warrant is not yet so strict,
Ide lay her in a dungeon where her eies
Should not have light to reade her praier booke ;

So would I danger both her soule and bodie,
Caufe she an alien is to vs Catholiques.

Her bed should be all snakes, her rest deaire,
Torture should make her curse her faithlesse praier.

Enter Suffolk, Howard, and SERUANTS.

Suff. My Lord, it is the pleasure of the Queene,
The prisoner Princesse should have all the vse
Of the Lieutenants garden, the Queenes Lodgings,
And all the libertie this place affords.

Con. What meanes her Grace by that?

Suff. You may goe aske her and you will my Lord,
Moreover, tis her highnes furder pleasure,
That herSWORNE SERUANTS shall attend on her,
Two gentlemen of her Ewrie, two of her pantrie,

Two of her Kitchin, and two of her wardrobe,
Besides this gentleman here maiſter Gage.

Con. The next will be her fredome; oh this maddes me.

How. Which way lies the princeſle ?

Con. This way my Lord.

How. This will be glad tidings, come let's tell her grace.

Gage. Wil't please your honor, let my Lady
Walke in the Lieutenants garden, (prayer Conſtable & Gage.
Or may but see the lodgings of the Queene,

Or ope the casements to receive fresh aire,
Shall she my Lord ? shall she this freedome vſe ?

She Shall: for you can neither will nor chuse,

Or shall she have some ſeruants of her owne
To attend on her ? I pray let it be so,

And let your looke no more poore prisoners daunt,
I pray deny not what he needs muſt graunt.

Exit Gage.

Con. This bafe groome flowts me, oh this frets my heart !

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These

# 'If you know not me,

These knaues will jet vpon their priuile dge,
But yet ile vex her, I haue found the meanes :
Ile haue my Cookes to dresse my meate with hers,
And euery officer my men shall match,
O that I could but draine her hearts deare blood,
Oh it would feed me, doe my soule much good.

Enter the Clowne beating a Souldier; & exeunt.
Then enter the Cooke beating another.

Con. How now, what meanes the fellow ?
Cooke. Audacious slaue presuming in my place.
Con. Sir, t'was my pleasure, and I did command it,
Cooke. The Prowdeft he that keepes within the Tower,
Shall haue no eie into my priuate office.
Con. No fir, why say tis I.
Cooke. Be it your selfe, or any other here,
Ile make him suppe the hottest broath I haue.
Con. You will not.
Cooke. Zwounds I will:
I haue bin true to her and will be still. Exit Cooke.
Const. Well, Ile haue this mended ere't be long,
And venge my selfe on her for all their wrong.
Ex: omnes.

Enter a Boy with a Nose-gay.

Boy. I haue got another Nose-gay for my young Lady,
My Lord fayd I should be foundly whipt,
If I were feene to bring her any more,
But yet Ile venture once againe, she is so good;
Oh heere's her chamber, Ile call and see if she be flirring,
Where are you Lady ?

Enter Eli:

Eli. Weltoome sweet boy, what haft thou brought me there?
Boy. Madam, I haue brought you another Nose-gay,
But you must not let it be feene; for if it be,
I shall be foundly whipt, indeedla, indeed I shall.
Eli. God a mercy boy, heere's to requite thy loue. Exit Eli.

Enter Constable, Suffolk, Howard, and Attendants.

Con. Stay him, lay him; Oh haue I caught you fir?

Where

you know no bodie.

Where haue you bin ?

Boy. To carry my yong Ladie some more flowers.

How. Alas my Lord, a child, pray let him go.

Con. A crafty knaue my Lords, search him for letters.

Suff. Letters my Lord, is vnpossible.

Const. Come, tell me what letters thou carriedst her,

Ile giue thee figges and sugar plummes.

Boy. Will you indeed? well, Ile take your word,

For you looke like an honest man.

Con. Now tell me what letters thou deliueredst.

Boy. Faith gaffer I know no letters but great A,

B, and C; I am not come to K yet:

Now gaffer, will you giue me my sugar plummes ?

Con. Yes mary will I, take him away,

Let him be foundly whipt I charge you firra.

Enter Elizabeth, Gage and Clarentia.

Eli. They keepe euen Infants from vs, they doe well,
My fight they haue too long barr'd, and now my smell a
This tower hath made me fall to hufwifry,
I spend my labours to relieve the poore,
Goe Gage, diſtribute these to those that neede.

Enter Wincheſter, Beningfield and Tame.

Win. Madam, the Queene out of her royall bounty,
Hath freed you from the thraldome of the Tower,
And now this gentleman muſt be your guardian.

Eli. I thanke her, ſhe hath rid me of a tyrant :

Is he appointed now to be my keeper ?

What's he Lords?

Tame. A gentleman in favour with the Queene.

Eliz. It feemes ſoby his charge : but tell me Gage,
Is yet the scaffold standing on Tower hill,
Whereon yong Gilford and the Lady Iane did suffer death?

Gage. Upon my life it stands not.

Eli. Lord Howard, what is he ?

How: A gentleman, tho of a ſterne aspect,
Yet mild enough I hope your Grace will find.

Eli. Hath he not thinke you a ſtretcht conſcience ?

And if my ſecret murder should be put into his hands,

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Hath

# If you know not me,

Hath he not a heart thinke you to execute?

How. Defend it heauen, and Gods almightie hand,
Betwixt your Grace, and such intendants stand.

Ben. Come Madam, will you goe?

Eli. With all my heart, farewell, farewell,
I am freed from Limbo, to be sent to hell.

Enter Cooke and Pantler.

Exeunt.

Cooke. What storme comes next? this hath disperſt vs quite,
And ſhattered vs to nothing; though we be denide the preſence
Of our Miftris, yet we will walke a loofe and none controwle vs.

Pant. Here will ſhe croſſe the riuer, ſtand in her eie,
That ſhe may take some note of our neglected dueties.

Enter three poore men.

1. Come, this way they ſay the ſweete princeſſe comes,
Let vs preſent her with ſuch tokens of good will,
As we haue.

2. They ſay ſhee's ſuch a vertuous Princeſſe that ſheele
Axcept of a cup of cold water, and I haue euen
A noſe-gay for her Grace; heere ſhe comes.

Enter Elizabeth, Beningfield, Gage, and Tame.

Omnes. The Lord preferue thy ſweete Grace,

Eli. What are these?

Gage. The towneſmen of the country gathered heere
To greet your Grace, hearing you paffe this way.

Eli. Giue them this gold, and thanke them for their loues.

Ben. What traytor knaues are gather'd here to make a tumult?

Omnes. Now the Lord bleſſe thy ſweet grace.

Ben. If they perſt, I charge you ſouldiers ſtop their mouthes.

Eli. It shall not need, the poore are louing, but the rich deſpife.
And though you curbe their tongues, ſpare them their cares.

Your loue my ſmart a layes nor, but prolongs a

Pray for me in your hearts not in your tongues.

See, ſee, my Lord, looke, I haue ſtild them all,
Not one amongſt them, but debates my fall.

Tame. Alas fir Harry these are honest countrymen,
That much reioyce to ſee the Princeſſe well.

Ben. My Lord, my Lord, my charge is great.

Tame, And mine as great as yours.

Bells.
Ben.

you know no bodie.

Ben. Harke, harke my Lord, what Bels are these?
Gage. The townsmen of this village,
Hearing your highnes paſſe this way,
Salutes your coming with a peale of Bels.

Ben. Traitors and knaues, ring Bels
When the Queenes enemy paſſeth through the Towne,
Go fet the knaues by' th heeles, make their pates ring noone,
I charge thee Barwicke.
Exit Barwicke.

Eli. Alas poore men, helpe them thou God aboue,
Thus men are forſt to ſuffer for my loue,
What ſaid my ſeruants, thoſe that ſtand aloofe?

Gage. They deeply conjur'd me out of their loues,
Toknow how your cafe goes, which these poore people ſecond,

Eli. Say vnto them, *Tanquam Ovis,*
Ben. Come away, this lingting will be-night vs
Tame. Madam, this night your lodging's at my house,
No prifoner are you Madam for this night.

Ben. How, no prifoner?
Tame. No, no prifoner, what I intend to do, Ile anſwere:
Madam wil't pleaſe you go?
Exeunt Eli. Ben. and Tame.

Cooke. Now gentle Maſter Vſher, what ſaies my Lady?
Gage. Thus did the bid me ſay, *Tanquam Ovis,*
Farewell I muſt away.
Exit Gage.

1. *Tanquam ovis*, pray what's *Tanquam ovis* neighbour?
2. If the Prieft were here hee'd ſmel it out ſtraight.
Cooke. My ſelfe hath been a Scholler, and I vnderſtand
What *Tanquam ovis* meanes,

We ſent to know how her Grace did fare,
She *Tanquam ovis* ſayd, euen like a ſheep

That's to the ſlaughter led.

1. *Tanquam ovis*, that I ſhould liue to ſee, *Tanquam ovis*?
2. I ſhall neuer loue *Tanquam ovis* againe for this tricke.

Ex: omnes.

Enter Beningfield and Barwicke his man.

Ben. Barwicke, Is this the chaire of State?
Bar. I ſir, this is it.

Ben. Take it downe, and pull of my bootes.

Bar. Come on fir.

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# If you know not me,

Enter Clowne.

Clo. O monstrous I what a fawcy companion's this,
To pull off his bootes in the chaire of State ;

He fit you a peniworth for it,

Ben. Well fayd Barwicke, pull knaue.

Bar. A ha fir. The clowne pulls the chaire away.

Ben. Well said, now't comes.

Clo. Gods pittie, I thinke you are downe, cry you mercy,

Ben. What fawcy arrant knaue art thou ! how?

Clo. Not so fawcy an arrant knaue as your worshif
takes me to be.

Ben. Villiane, thou haft broke my crooper,

Clo. I am fory tis no worſe for your worſhip.

Ben. Knaue dooft, flowt me? He beates him, exeunt.

Enter the Englishman and Spaniard.

Span. The wall, the wall.

Eng. Sblood Spaniard you get no wall here, vnleſſe you
Would haue your head and the wall knockt together.

Span. Seignior Caualero Danglatero,
I muſt houe the wall.

Eng. I do proteſt, hadſt not thou enforſt it,
I had not regarded it, but ſince you will needs
Haue the wall, ile take the paines to thruſt
You into the kennell.

Spa. O bafe Caualero, my ſword and poniard well
Tride in Tolledo, ſhall giue thee the Imbrocado.

Eng. Mary and welcome fir, come on.

Spa. Holo, holo, thou haſt giuen me
The canuſado.

Eng. Come fir, will you any more ?

Spa. Seignior Caualero looke behind thee,
A blade of Tolledo is drawne againſt thee.

He lookes backe, he kills him.

Enter Phillip, Howard, Suffolk, Conſtable and Gresham.

Phil. Hand that Ignoble groom,
Had we not beheld thy cowardize.

We should haue ſworne,

They fight:
He hurts the
Spaniard.

Such