17 May 1536 – And thus farewell each one in hearty wise!

Posted By on May 17, 2016

Tower Hill scaffold memorial

Tower Hill scaffold memorial

Anne Boleyn is everywhere at the moment. Lots of blogs, Facebook pages and Twitter accounts are sharing the events of her fall in May 1536 and discussing it. It is wonderful that she is getting so much attention 480 years after her execution and that people from all over the world are coming together to discuss her and to pay tribute to her in some way. But let’s not forget that five men were also executed in what Thomas Wyatt the Elder, the poet and their contemporary and friend, called “those bloody days”.

If we believe that Queen Anne Boleyn was innocent of the charges outlined in the indictments, then these men were also innocent. They were collateral damage of a plot to bring down the queen, whatever your thoughts on who was ultimately responsible for Anne’s fall. They deserve to be remembered. Their names were Mark Smeaton, Sir Henry Norris, Sir Francis Weston, William Brereton and George Boleyn, Lord Rochford. They were executed on this day in history, 17th May 1536, on Tower Hill. When you visit the Tower of London, make sure that you also visit the Tower Hill Scaffold Memorial. It is across the road from the Tower, near the Tower Hill Tube station, in Trinity Square Gardens which is also the site of a World War II memorial.

You can find out more about the five men and their executions in this excerpt from the audio book version of my book The Fall of Anne Boleyn: A Countdown

Simply press play to listen now or Click here to download 17 May Audio Recording.

I’ll leave you with Thomas Wyatt’s poem about the executions of these men. Wyatt was, of course, also a prisoner in the Tower of London in May 1536.

In mourning wise since daily I increase,
Thus should I cloak the cause of all my grief;
So pensive mind with tongue to hold his peace’
My reason sayeth there can be no relief:
Wherefore give ear, I humbly you require,
The affect to know that thus doth make me moan.
The cause is great of all my doleful cheer
For those that were, and now be dead and gone.
What thought to death desert be now their call.
As by their faults it doth appear right plain?
Of force I must lament that such a fall should light on those so
wealthily did reign,
Though some perchance will say, of cruel heart,
A traitor’s death why should we thus bemoan?
But I alas, set this offence apart,
Must needs bewail the death of some be gone.

As for them all I do not thus lament,
But as of right my reason doth me bind;
But as the most doth all their deaths repent,
Even so do I by force of mourning mind.
Some say, ‘Rochford, haddest thou been not so proud,
For thy great wit each man would thee bemoan,
Since as it is so, many cry aloud
It is great loss that thou art dead and gone.’

Ah! Norris, Norris, my tears begin to run
To think what hap did thee so lead or guide
Whereby thou hast both thee and thine undone
That is bewailed in court of every side;
In place also where thou hast never been
Both man and child doth piteously thee moan.
They say, ‘Alas, thou art far overseen
By thine offences to be thus dead and gone.’

Ah! Weston, Weston, that pleasant was and young,
In active things who might with thee compare?
All words accept that thou diddest speak with tongue,
So well esteemed with each where thou diddest fare.
And we that now in court doth lead our life
Most part in mind doth thee lament and moan;
But that thy faults we daily hear so rife,
All we should weep that thou are dead and gone.

Brereton farewell, as one that least I knew.
Great was thy love with divers as I hear,
But common voice doth not so sore thee rue
As other twain that doth before appear;
But yet no doubt but they friends thee lament
And other hear their piteous cry and moan.
So doth each heart for thee likewise relent
That thou givest cause thus to be dead and gone.

Ah! Mark, what moan should I for thee make more,
Since that thy death thou hast deserved best,
Save only that mine eye is forced sore
With piteous plaint to moan thee with the rest?
A time thou haddest above thy poor degree,
The fall whereof thy friends may well bemoan:
A rotten twig upon so high a tree
Hath slipped thy hold, and thou art dead and gone.

And thus farewell each one in hearty wise!
The axe is home, your heads be in the street;
The trickling tears doth fall so from my eyes
I scarce may write, my paper is so wet.
But what can hope when death hath played his part,
Though nature’s course will thus lament and moan?
Leave sobs therefore, and every Christian heart
Pray for the souls of those be dead and gone.

Also on this day in 1536, at Lambeth, Archbishop Thomas Cranmer, in the presence of Sir Thomas Audley, the Duke of Suffolk, the Earl of Oxford and others, declared that the marriage between Henry VIII and Anne Boleyn was null and void. This sentence of ‘nullity’ meant that it was as if the marriage had never happened, and automatically rendered the couple’s daughter, Elizabeth, illegitimate.

9 thoughts on “17 May 1536 – And thus farewell each one in hearty wise!”

  1. Gev Sweeney says:

    A shameful time. An awful day. A fitting memorial.

  2. Dr Harry W Oxford Jr says:

    The Earl of Oxford, was my 19th great-grandfather’s.

  3. CarolCHC says:

    What a sad poem. It is the first time I have seen it so thanks for sharing.

  4. I have had the GREAT misfortune to lose a son. I CAN’T even begin to imagine how Elizabeth Boleyn felt loosing both Anne and George! My thoughts are about her in this whole bloody mess too!

    1. Esther says:

      My condolences on the loss of your son.

    2. Christine says:

      Dear Jean I’m so very sorry your darling son died, I hope you will find the peace you deserve, god bless.

      1. Banditqueen says:

        So sad that you lost your son. The loss of a child is a terrible sorry. Take care of yourself Jean. Peace and love

  5. Christine says:

    That is such a beautiful poem and describes completely the horror of those days and of Wyatts feelings at the time, they resonate down the centuries and we can reach out to him and sympathise at what he felt at the loss of these friends of his and the way they died, they also had family’s and one of them had a baby son not sure if it was Weston or Brereton, but their family’s believed in their innocence, King Henrys court I believe was the most dangerous court to live in at the time and these men were simply sacrificed just to bring down Henrys unwanted Queen, it was a completely shameful episode in English history and it’s only right they should be remembered as well as Anne.

  6. Banditqueen says:

    A beautiful mournful poem from one who knew the men so well, their faults and humanities, their whit and boldness, their fullness of life and the hole their passing would leave, their talents and humour, the affect they had on those around them, their love of life, maybe a little too much, their seeking to rise to greater heights or just improve their lot, their skills and place around the court that they lite with their presence. Even Wyatts swipe at Smeaton, whose tongue has caused some to this doom, is with regret and sorrow. Thomas Wyatt’s poem memorialises this doleful day and each one’s personal passing eloquently.

    Sir William Brereton, Sir Henry Norris, Master Mark Smeaton, George Boleyn, Lord Rochford and Sir Francis Weston RIP YNWA.

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