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the death on us; and you'll set the Divil's Tower a-spitting, and he'll smash all our bits o' things worse than Philip o' Spain.

2 Woman. Don't ye now go to think that we be for Philip o' Spain.

3 Woman. No, we know that ye be come to kill the Queen, and we'll pray for you all on our bended knees. But o' God's mercy don't ye kill the Queen here, Sir Thomas; look ye, here's little Dickon, and little Robin and little Jenny-though she's but a side-cousinand all on our knees, we pray you to kill the Queen farther off, Sir Thom

as.

Wyatt. My friends, I have not come to kill the Queen [all, Or here or there: I come to save you And I'll go farther off.

Crowd. Thanks, Sir Thomas, we be beholden to you, and we'll pray for you on our bended knees till our Lives' end.

Wyatt. Be happy, I am your friend. To Kingston; forward. [Exeunt. SCENE IV.-Room in the Gatehouse of Westminster Palace. Mary, Alice, Gardiner, Renard, Ladies.

Alice. O madam, if Lord Pembroke should be false?

Mary. No, girl: most brave and loyal, brave and loyal.

His breaking with Northumberland

broke Northumberland. [guards. At the park gate he hovers with our These Kentish ploughmen cannot

break the guards.

Enter Messenger.

Mes. Wyatt, your Grace, hath broken thro' the guards And gone to Ludgate. Gard.

Madame, I much fear That all is lost; but we can save your Grace.

The river still is free. I do beseech
you,
[to Windsor.
There yet is time, take boat and pass
Mary. I pass to Windsor and I lose
my crown.

Gard. Pass, then, I pray your
Highness, to the Tower.

Mary. I shall but be their prisoner in the Tower.

[Pembroke!

Cries without. The traitor! treason!
Ladies.
Treason! Treason!
[to me?

Mary. Peace. False to Northumberland, is he false Bear witness, Renard, that I live and die [A sound The true and faithful bride of PhilipOf feet and voices thickening hitherblows[gates, Hark, there is battle at the palace And I will out upon the gallery.

Ladies. No, no, your Grace; see there the arrows flying.

Mary. I am Harry's daughter, Tudor, and not fear,

[Goes out on the gallery. The guards are all driven in, skulk into corners [guard

Like rabbits to their holes. A gracious Truly; shame on them, they have shut the gates!

Enter Sir Robert Southwell. South. The porter, please your Grace, hath shut the gates On friend and foe. Your gentlemenat-arms,

If this be not your Grace's order, cry To have the gates set wide again, and they [you right With their good battle-axes will do Against all traitors.

Mary. They are the flower of Eng land; set the gates wide.

[Exit Southwell.

Enter Courtenay.

Court. All lost, all lost, all yielded; a barge, a barge,

The Queen must to the Tower.
Mary. Whence come you, sir?
Court. From Charing Cross; the
rebels broke us there, [might

And I sped hither with what haste I
To save my royal cousin.
Mary. Where is Pembroke?
Court. I left him somewhere in the

thick of it. [that wouldst be King, Mary. Left him and fled; and thon And hast no heart nor honor. I myself Will down into the battle and there bide

[those

The upshot of my quarrel, or die with That are no cowards and no Courtenays [should call me coward. Court. I do not love your Grace

Enter another Messenger. Mes. Over, your Grace, all crush'd; The brave Lord William Thrust him from Ludgate, and the traitor flying [Berkeley

To Temple Bar there by Sir Maurice Was taken prisoner.

Mary.

To the Tower with him! Mes. "Tis said he told Sir Maurice there was one [unto, Cognizant of this, and party thereMy Lord of Devon.

Mary. To the Tower with him! Court. O la, the Tower, the Tower always the Tower, [the Tower. I shall grow into it-I shall be Mary. Your Lordship may not have so long to wait.

Remove him!

Court. La, to whistle out my life, And carve my coat upon the walls again! [Exit Courtenay guarded. Mes. Also this Wyatt did con'e s the Princess [unto. Cognizant thereof, and party thereMary. What? whom - whom did you say?

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Your Royal sister.
Mary. To the Tower with her!
My foes are at my feet and I am
Queen.

[Gardiner and her Ladies kneel to her. Gard. (rising.) There let them lie, your footstool! (Aside.)

Can I strike

[life Elizabeth ?-not now and save the Of Devon: if I save him, he and his Are bound to me-may strike hereafter. (Aloud.) Madam,

What Wyatt said, or what they said he said,

Cries of the moment and the street-
Mary.
He said it.
Gard. Your courts of justice will
determine that.

Ren. (advancing.) I trust by this your Highness will allow Some spice of wisdom in my telling [not come When last we talk'd, that Philip would Till Guildford Dudley and the Duke of Suffolk

you,

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Enter Sir Ralph Bagenhall and Sir Thomas Stafford.

Bag. A hundred here and hundreds hang'd in Kent. [at last, The Tigress had unsheath'd her nails And Renard and the Chancellor sharpen'd them. [stood.

In every London street a gibbet They are down to-day. Here by this house was one; [door,

The traitor husband dangled at the And when the traitor wife came out for bread

To still the petty treason therewithin,
Her cap would brush his heels.
Staf
It is Sir Ralph,
And muttering to himself as hereto-
fore.

Sir, see you aught up yonder?

Bag.

I miss something,

The tree that only bears dead fruit is

[sir, Well, the tree in Virgil, That bears not its own apples.

gone.

Staf. What tree, sir? Bag

Staf.

What the gallows?

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But that a shock may rouse hier. Bag.

Sir Thomas Stafford ?

Staf.

I believo 1 am ill disguised.

Bag. Well, are you not in peril
here?
Staf.
I think so.

I came to feel the pulse of England,
whether
[you see 't?

It beats hard at this marriage. Did Bag. Stafford, I am a sad man and a serious.

Far liefer had I in my country hall Been reading some old book, with mine old hound [flask of wine Couch'd at my hearth, and mine old Beside me, than have seen it, yet I saw it.

Staf. Good, was it splendid? Bag. Ay, if Dukes, and Earls, And Counts, and sixty Spanish cavaliers, [pearls, Some six or seven Bishops, diamonds, That royal commonplace too, cloth Could make it so. [of gold, Staf And what was Mary's dress? Bag. Good faith, I was too sorry

for the woman

To mark the dress. She Staf

Bag. Scarlet, as if her washed in blood, As if she had waded in it. Staf

[shoes!

wore red

Red shoes?

feet were

Were your eyes

So bashful that you look'd no higher?
Bag.
A diamond,
And Philip's gift, as proof of Philip's
[true one,
Who hath not any for any,-tho' a
Blazed false upon her heart.

love,

Staf.

But this proud PrinceBag. Nay, he is King, you know, the King of Naples.

The father ceded Naples, that the son Being a King, might wed a Queen-O he [trunk hose, Flamed in brocade-white satin his Inwrought with silver,-on his neck a collar, [down from this Gold, thick with diamonds; hanging The Golden Fleece-and round his knee, misplaced,

Our English Garter, studded with great emeralds, [had enough

Rubies, I know not what. Have you Of all this gear?

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from the charge

Of being his co-rebels?

Ay, but then

Bag. What such a one as Wyatt says is nothing: [Lords We have no men among us. The new Are quieted with their sop of Abbeylands, [Gardiner buys them And cv'n before the Queen's face With Philip's gold. All greed, no

faith, no courage! [umberland, Why, cv'n the haughty prince, NorthThe leader of our Reformation, knelt And blubber'd like a lad, and on the scaffold [Rome.

Recanted, and resold himself to Staf. I swear you do your country wrong, Sir Ralph.

I know a set of exiles over there, Dare-devils, that would eat fire and spit it out [already.

At Philip's beard: they pillage Spain The French King winks at it.

hour will come

seas. No men?

An

When they will sweep her from the

[man?

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Fly, would he not, when all men bade him fly.

And what a letter he wrote against the Pope?

There's a brave man, if any.

Bag.

Ay; if it hold. [Graces! Crowd (coming on). God save their Staf Bagenhall, I see The Tudor green and white. (Trumpets.) They are coming now. And here's a crowd as thick as herring-shoals. (we are torn Bag. Be limpets to this pillar, or Down the strong wave of brawlers. Crowd. God save their Graces. [Procession of Trumpeters, Jarelinmen, etc.; then Spanish and Flemish Nobles intermingled.

Staf. Worth seeing, Bagenhall! These black dog-Dons

Garb themselves bravely. Who's the long-face there.

Looks very Spain of very Spain?

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Staf. But then he looks so merry. Bag. I cannot tell you why they call him so.

[The King and Queen pass, attended by Peers of the Realm, Officers of State, etc. Cannon shot off. Crowd. Philip and Mary, Philip and Mary. [Philip and Mary. Long live the King and Queen, Staf. They smile as if content with

one another.

Bag. A smile abroad is oft a scowl at home.

[King and Queen pass on. Procession.

Cit. I thought this Philip had been one of those black devils of Spain, but he hath a yellow beard.

2 Cit. Not red like Iscariot's.

1 Cit. Like a carrot's, as thou sayst, and English carrot's better than Spanish licorice; but I thought he was a beast.

3 Cit. Certain I had heard that every Spaniard carries a tail like a devil under his trunk hose.

Tailor. Ay, but see what trunkhoses! Lord! they be fine; I never stitch'd none such. They make amends for the tails.

4 Cit. Tut! every Spanish priest will tell you that all English heretics have tails.

5 Cit. Death and the Devil-if he find I have. one

4 Cit. Lo! thou hast call'd them up here they come-a pale horse for Death and Gardiner for the Devil.

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I cannot lift my hands unto my
Gard. Knock off his cap there, some
of you about him!
[hands.
See there be others that can use their
Thou art one of Wyatt's men?
Man.
No, my Lord, no.
Gard. Thy name, thou knave?
Man.
I am nobody, my Lord.
Gard. (shouting). God's passion!
knave, thy name?

Man. Gard. Ay, rascal, if I leave thee ears to hear. [Attendant). Find out his name and bring it me (to Ay, my Lord. Gard. Knave, thou shalt lose thine ears and find thy tongue, And shalt be thankful if I leave thee that.

I have ears to hear.

At.

[Coming before the Conduit. The conduit painted-the nine worthies-ay!

But then what's here? King Harry with a scroll.

[God!

Ha-Verbum Dei-verbum-word of God's passion! do you know the knave that painted it?

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Gard. Ay kuave.

Man.

Thine is a half voice and a lean assent.

What is thy name?

Man.

Sanders.

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Gard.

In Cornhill.

Where, knave, where? Man. Sign of the Talbot. Gard. Come to me to-morrow.Rascal-this land is like a hill of fire, One crater opens when another shuts. But so I get the laws aga.nst the heretic, [liam Howard, Spite of Lord Paget and Lord Wil And others of our Parliament, revived, [and fire

I will show fire on my side-stake Sharp work and short. The knaves are easily cow'd.

Follow their Majesties.

[Exit. The crowd following.

Bag.
As proud as Becket.
Staf. You would not have him mur-
der'd as Becket was ?

Bag. No-murder fathers murder: but I say [woman with usThere is no man-there was one It was a sin to love her married, dead I cannot choose but love her.

Staf.

Crowd (going off).

I will, my Lord.

Graces.

Staf.

The man shall paint a pair of gloves. [ignorantly, (Knowing the man) he wrought it And not from any malice.

Gard.

Word of God In English! over this the brainless loons [Paul, That cannot spell Esaias from St. Make themselves drunk and mad, fly out and flare [burnt.

Into rebellions. I'll have their Bibles The Bible is the priest's. Ay! fellow, what! [ing rogue. Stand staring at me! shout, you gapMan. I have, my Lord, shouted till I am hoarse. [knave?Gard. What hast thou shouted, Mun. Long live Queen Mary. Gard. Knave, there be two. The be both King and Queen,

Philip and Mary. Shout.

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Lady Jane? God save their

Did you see her die ?

Bag. No, no; her innocent blood had blinded me. [enough,

You call me too black-blooded-true Her dark dead blood is in my heart with mine.

If ever I cry out against the Pope, Her dark dead blood that ever mores with mine [the cry.

Will stir the living tongue and make Staf. Yet doubtless you can tell me how she died?

Bag. Seventeen-and knew eight languages-in music

have heard

Peerless-her needle perfect, and her learning [so modest. Beyond the churchmen: yet so meek, So wife-like humble to the trivial boy Mismatch'd with her for policy! I [of lim, She would not take a last farewell She fear'd it might unman him for his end [outwoman'dShe could not be unmann'd-no nor Seventeen-a rose of grace!

rose:

Girl never breathed to rival such a [a bud. Rose never blew that equal'd such a Staf. Pray you go on.

Bag. She came upon the scaffold,

And said she was condemn'd to die for treason; [those She had but follow'd the device of Her nearest kin: she thought they knew the laws [law, But for herself, she knew but little And nothing of the titles to the crown; [her hands, She had no desire for that, and wrung And trusted God would save her thro' Of Jesus Christ alone. [the blood Staf Pray you go on. Bag. Then knelt and said the Miserere Mei[again, But all in English, mark you; rose And, when the headsman pray'd to be forgiven, [crown at last, Said, "You will give me my true But do it quickly;" then all wept but she, [the block, Who changed not color when she saw But ask'd him, childlike: "Will you [am," he said, Before I lay me down?" No, madGasping; and when her innocent eyes were bound,

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Not for myself, but for the kingdomSir, [with us. I trust that you would fight along Bag. No; you would fling your lives into the gulf. [like to do, Staf But if this Philip, as he's Left Mary a wife-widow here alone, Set up a viceroy, sent his myriads hither [make us

To seize upon the forts and fleet, and A Spanish province; would you not fight then?

Bag. I think I should fight then. Staf I am sure of it. Hist! there's the face coming on hero of one [Fare you well, Who knows me. I must leave you. You'll hear of me again.

Bag. Upon the scaffold. [Exeunt. SCENE. II.-Room in Whitehall Palace. Mary. Enter Philip and Cardinal Pole.

Pole. Ava Maria, gratia plena, Benedicta tu in mulieribus. Mary. Loyal and royal cousin, humblest thanks. [river? Had you a pleasant voyage up the Pole. We had your royal barge, and

that same chair,

Or rather throne of purple, on the deck.

Our silver cross sparkled before the prow, [mond-dance,

The ripples twinkled at their diaThe boats that follow'd, were as glowing-gay [of swans As regal gardens; and your flocks As fair and white as angels; and your shores Wore in mine eyes the green of ParaMy foreign friends, who dream'd us blanketed

[dise.

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In ever-closing fog, were much amazTo find as fair a sun as might havo flash'd [Thames; Upon their Lake of Garda, fire tho Our voyage by sea was all but miracle; [sea,

And here the river flowing from tho Not toward it (for they thought not of our tides), [glideSeem'd as a happy miracle to mako In quiet-home your banish'd country[in Flanders, cousin. Mary. We heard that you were sick Pole. A dizziness.

man.

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