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The duke being at the Rose*, within the parish
Saint Lawrence Poultney, did of me demand
What was the speech amongst the Londoners
Concerning the French journey: I replied,
Men fear'd, the French would prove perfidious, .
To the king's danger. Presently the duke
Said, 'Twas the fear, indeed ; and that he doubted,
'Twould prove the verity of certain words
Spoke by a holy monk ; That oft, says he,
Hath sent to me, wishing me to permit
John de la Court, my chaplain, a choice hour
To heur from him a matter of some moment:
Whom after under the confession's seal
He solemnly had sworn, that, what he spoke,
My chaplain to no creature living, but
To me, should utter, with demure confidence
This pausingly ensu'd,-Neither the king, nor his

heirs, (Tell you the duke) shall prosper: bid hin stride To gain the love of the commonalty; the duke Shall govern England. Q. Kath.

If I know you well, You were the duke's surveyor, and lost your office On the complaint o' the tenants: Take good heed, You charge not in your spleen a noble person, And spoil your nobler soul! I say, take heed; Yes, heartily beseech you. K. Hen.

Let him on: Go forward.

Suro. On my soul, I'll speak but truth. I told my lord the duke, By the devil's illusions The monk might be deceiv'd; and that 'twas dang'?

ous for him, To ruminate on this so far, until It forg'd him some design, which, being believ'd, It was much like to do: He answer'd, Tush! It can do me no damage: adding further, That, had the king in his last sickness fail'd,

* Now Merchant-Taylor's School.

The cardinal's and sir Thomas Lovell's heads
Should have gone off.
K. Hen,

Ha! what, so rank? Ah, ha! There's mischief in this man:- Canst thou say fur.

ther? Suro. I can, my liege. K. Hen.

Proceed. Suro.

Being at Greenwich, After your highness bad reprov'd the duke About sir William Blomer, K. Hen.

I remember, Of such a time:---Being my servant sworn, The duke retain'd him his. -But on; What hence? Sury. If, quoth he, I for this had been como

As to the Tower, I thought I would have play'd
The part my father meant to act upon
The usurper Richard: who, being at Salisbury,
Made suit to come in his presence; which if

As he made semblance of his duty, would
Have put his knife into him.
K. Hen.

A giant traitor! Wol. Now, madam, may his highness live in free

dom, And this man out of prison ? Q. Kath.

God mend all! K. Hen. There's something more would out of

thee; What say'st? Suro. After the duke his father, - with the

knife,He stretch'd him, and, with one hand on his dagger, Another spread on his breast, mounting his eyes, He did discharge a horrible oath ; whose tenour Was-Were he evil us'd, he would out-go His father, by as much as a performance Does an irresolute purpose. K. Hen.

There's his period, To sheath his knife in us. He is attach'd ; Call him to present trial :'if he may

Find mercy in the law, 'tis his; if none,
Let him not seek’t of us: By day and night,
He's traitor to the height.



A room in the Palace.

Enter the Lord Chamberlain, and Lord Sands.

Cham. Is it possible, the spells of France should

juggle Men into such strange mysteries ? Sands.

New customs, Though they be never so ridiculous, Nay, let them be unmanly, yet are follow'd.

Cham. As far as I see, all the good our English
Have got by the late voyage, is but merely
A fit* or two o'the face; but they are shrewd ones;
For when they hold them, you would swear directly,
Their very noses had been counsellors
To Pepin, or Clotharius, they keep state so.
Sands. They have all new legs, and lame ones;

one would take it,
That never saw thern pace before, the spavin,
A springhaltt reign'd among them.

Death! my lord,
Their clothes are after such a pagan cut too,
That, sure, they have worn out Christendom. How

now? What news, sir Thomas Lovell ?

Enter Sir Thornas Lovell.


'Faith, my lord,

. Grimace.

+ Disease incident to horses.

I hear of none, but the new proclamation
That's clapp'd upon the court-gate.

What is't for? Lov. The reformation of our travell'd gallants, That fill the court with quarrels, talk, and tailors. Cham. I am glad, 'tis there; now I would pray

our monsieurs
To think an English courtier may be wise,
And never see the Louvre*.

They must either
(For so run the conditions) leave these remnants
Of fool, and feather, that they got in France,
With all their honourable points of ignorance,
Pertaining thereunto (as fights, and fireworks;
Abusing better men than they can be,
Out of a foreign wisdom), renouncing clean
The faith they have in tennis, and tall stockings,
Short blister'd breeches, and those types of travel,
And understand again like honest men ;
Or pack to their old playfellows: there, I take it,
They may, cum privilegiot, wear away
The lag end of their lewdness, and be laugh'd at.
Sands. 'Tis time to give them physick, their dis.

Are grown so catching.

What a loss our ladies
Will have of these trim vanities !

Ay, marry,
There will be woe indeed, lords; the sly whoresons
Have got a speeding trick to lay down ladies;
A French song, and a fiddle, has no fellow.
Sunds. The devil fiddle them! I am glad, they're

going; (For, sure, there's no converting of them); now An houest country lord, as I am, beaten A long time out of play, may bring his plain-song, And have an hour of hearing; and, by'r-lady, Held current musick too.

* A palace at Paris.

+ With authority.


Well said, lord Sands;
Your colt's tooth is not cast yet.

No, my lord;
Nor shall not, while I have a stump.

Sir Thomas,
Whither were you a going ?

To the cardinal's;
Your lordship is a guest too.

0, 'tis true:
This night he makes a supper, and a great one,
To many lords and ladies; there will be
The beauty of this kingdom, I'll assure you.
Lov. That churchman bears a bounteous mind in.

A hand as fruitful as the land that feeds us;
His dews fall every where.

No doubt, he's noble; He had a black mouth, that said other of him. Sands. He may, my lord, he has wherewithal; in

him, Sparing would show a worse sin than ill doctrine: Men of his way should be most liberal, They are set here for examples. Cham.

True, they are so; But few now give so great ones. My barge stays* ; Your lordship shall along :-Come, good sir Thomas, We shall be late else: which I would not be, For I was spoke to, with sir Henry Guildford, This night to be comptrollers. Sands.

I am your lordship's.


• The speaker is at Bridewell, and the cardinal's house was at Whitehall.

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