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(Tell you the duke) shall prosper : bid him strive To gain the love of the commonalty; the duke Shall govern England. 2. 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.

Surv. 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'rous 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, 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


further? Surv. I can, my liege. K. Hen.

Proceed. Surv.

Being at Greenwich, After your highness had 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.

What hence? Surv. If, quoth le, I for this had been com

mitted, As to the Tower, I thought,- I would have play'd The part my father meanı to act upon The usurper Richard: who, being at Salisbury,

-But on;

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

freedom, And this man out of prison ? 2. Kath.

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

thee; What say'st? Surv. 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 tenor 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.

[Exeunt. SCENE III.--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 fitl or two of the face; but they are shrewd ones; For when they hold them, you would swear directly,

(1) Grimace.

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 worn out Christendom. How

now? What news, sir Thomas Lovell?

Enter Sir Thomas Lovell. Lov.

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

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.2

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 privilegio,3 wear away
The lag end of their lewdness, and be laugh’d at.

Sands. 'Tis time to give them physic, their dis


(1) A disease incident to horses. (2) A palace at Paris. (3) With authority,



Are grown so catching.

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

Ay, marry, There will be wo indeed, lords ; the sly whoreHave 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

going; (For, sure, there's no converting of them ;) now An honest country lord, as I beaten A long time out of play, may bring his plain

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.

Sir Thomas,
Whither were you a going ?

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

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

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. Cam.

True, they are so;



But few now give so great ones. My barge stays;i
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.

(Exeunt. SCENE IV.-The presence chamber in York

place. Hautboys. A small table under a state for the Cardinal, 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, 2 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.—0, my lord, you are tardy;
Enter Lord Chamberlain, Lord Sands, and Sir

Thomas Lovell.
The very thought of this fair company
Clapp'd wings to me.

Cham. You are young, sir Harry Guildford.

Sands. Sir Thomas Lovell, had the cardinal But half my lay-thoughts in him, some of these Should find a running banquet ere they rested, I think, would better please them: By my life, They are a sweet society of fair ones. Lov. O, that your lordship were but now con

fessor To one or two of these! Sands.

I would I were;

(1) The speaker is at Bridewell, and the cardinal's house was at Whitehall. (2) Company.



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