A strain to shame us keep you to yourselves; Of Geoffrey's book, or him of Malleor's, one Touch'd by the adulterous finger of a time That hover'd between war and wantonness, So loyal is too costly! friends-your love withal And meaning, whom the roar of Hougou- Thy poet's blessing, and his trust that For ever-broadening England, and her And that which knows, but careful for THE PRINCESS ELIZABETH. REGINALD POLE, Cardinal and Papal Legate. SIMON RENARD, Spanish Ambassador. Le Sieur de NOAILLES, French Ambassador. THOMAS CRANMER, Archbishop of Canterbury. SIR NICHOLAS HEATH, Archbishop of York; Lord Chancellor after Gardiner. LORD WILLIAM HOWARD, afterwards Lord Howard, and Lord High Admiral. LORD PAGet. LORD PETRE. STEPHEN GARDINER, Bishop of Winchester and Lord Chancellor. EDMUND BONNER, Bishop of London. THOMAS THIRLBY, Bishop of Ely. Lords and other Attendants, Members of the Privy Council, Members of Parliament, Two Gentlemen, Aldermen, Citizens, Peasants, Ushers, Messengers, Guards, Pages, Gospellers, Marshalmen, etc. ACT I. SCENE I.-ALDGATE RICHLY CROWD. MARSHALMEN. Marshalman. Stand back, keep a clear lane! When will her Majesty pass, sayst thou? why now, even now; wherefore draw back your heads and your horns before I break them, and make what noise you will with your tongues, so it be not treason. Long live Queen Mary, the lawful and legitimate daughter of Harry the Eighth! Shout, knaves! Citizens. Long live Queen Mary! First Citizen. That's a hard word, legitimate; what does it mean? Second Citizen. It means a bastard. Third Citizen. Ay, the Parliament can make every true-born man of us a bastard. Old Nokes, can't it make thee a bastard? thou shouldst know, for thou art as white as three Christmasses. Old Nokes (dreamily). Who's a-passing? King Edward or King Richard? Third Citizen. No, old Nokes. Old Nokes. It's Harry! Third Citizen. It's Queen Mary. Old Nokes. The blessed Mary's apassing! [Falls on his knees. Nokes. Let father alone, my masters! he's past your questioning. Third Citizen. Answer thou for him, then! thou'rt no such cockerel thyself, for thou was born i' the tail end of old Harry the Seventh. Nokes. Eh that was afore bastardmaking began. I was born true man at five in the forenoon i' the tail of old Harry, and so they can't make me a bastard. Third Citizen. But if Parliament can make the Queen a bastard, why, it follows all the more that they can make thee one, who art fray'd i' the knees, and out at elbow, and bald o' the back, and bursten at the toes, and down at heels. Nokes. I was born of a true man and a ring'd wife, and I can't argue upon it; but I and my old woman 'ud burn upon it, that would we. Marshalman. What are you cackling of bastardy under the Queen's own nose? I'll have you flogg'd and burnt too, by the Rood I will. [The Procession passes, Mary and Elizabeth riding side by side, and disappears under the gate. Citizens. Long live Queen Mary! down with all traitors! God save her Grace; and death to Northumberland ! [Exeunt. Manent Two Gentlemen. First Gentleman. By God's light a noble creature, right royal! Second Gentleman. She looks comelier than ordinary to-day; but to my mind the Lady Elizabeth is the more noble and royal. First Gentleman. I mean the Lady Elizabeth. Did you hear (I have a daughter in her service who reported it) that she met the Queen at Wanstead with five hundred horse, and the Queen (tho' some say they be much divided) took her hand, call'd her sweet sister, and kiss'd not her alone, but all the ladies of her following. Second Gentleman. Ay, that was in her hour of joy; there will be plenty to sunder and unsister them again: this Gardiner for one, who is to be made Lord Chancellor, and will pounce like a wild beast out of his cage to worry Cranmer. First Gentleman. And furthermore, my daughter said that when there rose a talk of the late rebellion, she spoke even of Northumberland pitifully, and of the good Lady Jane as a poor innocent child who had but obeyed her father; and furthermore, she said that no one in her time should be burnt for heresy. Second Gentleman. for happy times. First Gentleman. thing against them. know. Well, sir, I look There is but one I know not if you to the Tower to loose the prisoners there, and among them Courtenay, to be made Earl of Devon, of royal blood, of splendid feature, whom the council and all her people wish her to marry. May it be so, for we are many of us Catholics, but few Papists, and the Hot Gospellers will go mad upon it. Second Gentleman. Was she not betroth'd in her babyhood to the Great Emperor himself? First Gentleman. Ay, but he's too old. Second Gentleman. And again to her cousin Reginald Pole, now Cardinal; but I hear that he too is full of aches and broken before his day. First Gentleman. O, the Pope could dispense with his Cardinalate, and his achage, and his breakage, if that were all : will you not follow the procession? Second Gentleman. enough for this day. No; I have seen First Gentleman. Well, I shall follow; if I can get near enough I shall judge with my own eyes whether her Grace incline to this splendid scion of Plantagenet. [Exeunt. SCENE II. A ROOM IN LAMBETH PALACE. Cranmer. To Strasburg, Antwerp, Frankfort, Zurich, Worms, Those that are now her Privy Council, sign'd Before me nay, the Judges had pronounced That our young Edward might bequeath the crown Of England, putting by his father's will. Yet I stood out, till Edward sent for me. The wan boy-king, with his fast-fading eyes Fixt hard on mine, his frail transparent hand, Damp with the sweat of death, and griping mine, Whisper'd me, if I loved him, not to yield Nay, for bare shame of inconsistency, Peter Martyr. That might be forgiven. Cranmer. Step after step, Thro' many voices crying right and left, Have I climb'd back into the primal church, Geneva, Basle-our Bishops from their And stand within the porch, and Christ Of Christchurch, Durham, Exeter, and Queen Catharine and her father; hence, That should already have seen your steps Mary till Elizabeth lose her head.' a mile From me and Lambeth? God be with you! Go. Peter Martyr. Ah, but how fierce a letter you wrote against Their superstition when they slander'd you For setting up a mass at Canterbury Cranmer. It was a wheedling monk Set up the mass. Peter Martyr. Lord. I cannot catch what Father Bourne is saying. Roger. Quiet a moment, my masters; I know it, my good hear what the shaveling has to say for himself. Crowd. Bourne. Hush-hear! and so this unhappy land, long divided in itself, and sever'd from the faith, will return into the one true fold, seeing that our gracious Virgin Queen hath Crowd. No pope! no pope! Roger (to those about him, mimicking Bourne). -hath sent for the holy legate of the holy father the Pope, Cardinal Pole, to give us all that holy absolution which First Citizen. Old Bourne to the life! Third Citizen. Down with the Papist ! [Hubbub. Bourne. -and now that your good bishop, Bonner, who hath lain so long under bonds for the faith- [Hubbub. Noailles. Friend Roger, steal thou in among the crowd, And get the swine to shout Elizabeth. |