(Tell you the duke) shall prosper: bid him strive 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, Yes, heartily beseech you. K. Hen. Go forward. Surv. Let him on : 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, K. Hen. Ha! what, so rank? Ah, ha! There's mischief in this man :-Canst thou say fur ther? Surv. I can, my liege. K. Hen. Surv. Proceed. 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.- -But on; What hence? Surv. If, quoth he, I for this had been committed, 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. K. Hen. A giant traitor! Wol. Now, madam, may his highness live in freedom, And this man out of prison? Q. 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, K. Hen. There's his period, Find mercy in the law, 'tis his; if none, [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. Though they be never so ridiculous, New customs, 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 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. That never saw them pace before, the spavin, Cham. 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? Lov. Enter Sir Thomas Lovell. 'Faith, my lord, I hear of none, but the new proclamation 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, They must either Lov. Out of a foreign wisdom,) renouncing clean Or pack to their old playfellows there, I take it, The lag end of their lewdness, and be laugh'd at. Sands. 'Tis time to give them physic, their dis eases (1) A disease incident to horses. (2) A palace at Paris. (3) With authority, Are grown so catching. What a loss our ladies Ay, marry, Cham. Will have of these trim vanities! Lov. There will be wo indeed, lords; the sly whore sons Have got a speeding trick to lay down ladies; 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 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 music too. Well said, lord Sands; No, my lord; Sir Thomas, To the cardinal's; Nor shall not, while I have a stump. Cham. O, 'tis true: This night he makes a supper, and a great one, Lov. That churchman bears a bounteous mind indeed, A hand as fruitful as the land that feeds us, Cham. 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;I I am your lordship's. [Exeunt. SCENE IV.-The presence chamber in Yorkplace. 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 The very thought of this fair company Cham. You are young, sir Harry Guildford. Lov. O, that your lordship were but now confessor 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. |