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Said, 'T was the fear, indeed ; and that he doubted,
'T would 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 Car, my chaplain, a choice hour
To hear 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 ensued-Neither the king, nor his heirs,
(Tell you the duke) shall prosper : bid him strive
To gain the love of the commonalty; the duke
Shall govern England.”
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.
Let him on :-
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 't was dangerous
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,
The cardinal's and sir Thomas Lovell's heads
Should have gone off.
Ha! what so rank? Ah, ha! There 's mischief in this man: Canst thou say further ?
Surv. I can, my liege.
Being at Greenwich, . After your highness had reprov'd the duke About sir William Blomer, K. Hen.
Of such a time-Being my sworn servant,
The duke retain'd him his. But on; What hence ?
Surv. “ If," quoth he, “I for this had been com-
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 granted,
As he made semblance of his duty, would
Have put his knife into him."
A giant traitor!
Wol. Now, madam, may his highness live in freedom,
And this man out of prison ?
God mend all! K. Hen. There's something more would out of thee ?
what say'st ? Surv. After the duke his father,"—with “ the
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 outgo
His father, by as much as a performance
Does an irresolute purpose.
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, 't is his; if none,
Let him not seek 't of us : by day and night,
He's traitor to the height.
SCENE III.-A Room in the Palace.
Enter the Lord Chamberlain and Lord Sands.
Cham. Is 't possible the spells of France should juggle
Men into such strange mysteries ?a
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 them pace before, the spavin,
A springhalt reign'd among them.
Death! my lord,
Their clothes are after such a pagan cut too,
That, sure, they have wom out christendom. How now?
What news, sir Thomas Lovell ?
Enter Sir Thomas LOVELL.
'Faith, my lord,
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 't is there ; now I would pray our
monsieurs To think an English courtier may be wise, And never see the Louvre.
a Mysteries-artificial fashions. VOL. VII.
They must either
(For so run the conditions) leave those 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 play fellows: there, I take it,
They may, cum privilegio, wear away
The lag end of their lewdness, and be laugh'd at.
Sands. 'T is time to give them physic, their diseases
Are grown so catching.
What a loss our ladies
Will have of these trim vanities !
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.
Sands. The devil fiddle them! I am glad they 're
(For, sure, there's no converting of them ;) now,
An honest country lord, as I am, beaten
A long time out of play, may bring his plainsong,
And have an hour of hearing; and, by 'r lady,
Held current music too.
Well said, lord Sands;
Your colt's tooth is not cast yet.
No, my lord;
Nor shall not, while I have a stump.
Whither were you a going?
To the cardinal's;
Your lordship is a guest too.
O, 't is 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 everywhere.
No doubt he's noble;
He had a black mouth that said other of him.
Sands. He may, my lord; he has wherewithal; in
Sparing would show a worse sin than ill doctrine:
Men of his way should be most liberal,
They are set here for examples.
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.
I am your lordship's. [Ex.
SCENE IV.-The Presence-Chamber in York-Place.
Hautboys. A small table under a state for the CAR
DINAL, a longer table for the guests. Enter at one door Anne BULLEN, and divers Lords, Ladies, and Gentlewomen, as guests; at another door, enter SIR HENRY GUILDFORD.
Guild. Ladies, a general welcome from his grace Salutes ye all: This night he dedicates To fair content, and you: none here, he hopes, In all this noble bevy, has brought with her One care abroad: he would have all as merry As first-good company, good wine, good welcome, Can make good people. O, my lord, you are tardy;