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I've heard him utter to his son-in law,
Wol. Please your tighnefs, note
Queen. My learn'd Lord Cardinal,
King Speak on.
Sury. He was brought to this,
King. What was that Hopkins ?
Surv. Sir, a Chartreux frier,
King. How know'st thou this?
Surv. Not long before your Highness fped to France, The Duke being at the Rose, within the parish St Lawrence Poultney, did of me demand What was the speech among the Londoners Concerning the French journey? I reply'd, Men fear's 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, fays he, Hath lent to me, wishing me to permit John de la Court, my chaplain, a choice hour To hear from him a matter of fome moment: Who after under the confeffion's seal "He folemnly had sworn, that what he spoke My chaplain to no creature living, but To me, shou'd utter; with confidence demure, Thus pausingly enfu'd ;-Neither the King nor's heirs (Tell you the Duke) shall prosper ; bid him strive To gain the love o'th'commonalty; the Duke Shali
Queen. If I know you well,
King. Let him on.
Surv. On my soul, I'll speak but truth. I told my Lord the Duke, by th' devil's illusions The monk might be deceiv’d; and that 'twas dang'rous For him to ruminate on this, until It forg'd him fome 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 fickness failid, The Cardinal's and Sir Thomas Lovell's heads Should have gone off.
King. Ha! what fo rank? ah ha.
Suro. I can, my Liege.
Surv. Being at Greenwich,
King. I remember
Suru If, quoth he, I for this had been committed To the Tower, as I thought; I would have play'd, The part my father meant to act upon Th' ufurper Richard, who, being at Salisbury, Made suit to come in's presence; which if granted, (As he made semblance of his duty), he would Have put his knife into him.
King A giant-traitor!
Wol. Now, Madam, may his Highness live in freeAnd this man out of prison ?
what fay'st ?
He stretch'd him, and with one hand on his dagger,
King. There's his period,
in the law, 'tis his; if none, Let him not seek’t of us : by day and night, He's traitor to the height.
[Excunt. SCENE VI. An apartment in the palace.
Enter Lord Chamberlain, and Lord Sands.
Sands. New customs,
Cham. As far as I fee, all the good our English
would take it, (That never saw 'em pace before), the fpavin And string-halt reign d among 'em.
Cham. Death! my Lord,
Enter Sir Thomas Lovell.
• Irrefolute, for unperformed limply.
Lov. The reformation of our travellid gallants,
Lov. They must either
Abusing better men than they can be, " Out of a foreign wisdom; clean renouncing • The faith they have in tennis, and tall stockings, • Short bolster'd breeches, and those types of travel ; 66 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. 'Tis time to give them phyfic, their diseases Are grown fo catching,
Cham. What a loss our ladies Will have of these trim vanities?
LOU. Ay, marry, There will be woe indeed, Lords; the fly whorfons Have got a speeding trick to lay down ladies : A French song and a fiddle has no fellow. [ing:
Sands. The devil fiddle 'em! I'm glad they're goFor, sure, there's no converting 'em. Now, Sirs, 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. Gbum. Well said, Lord Sands
Sands. No, my Lord,
Cham. Sir Thomas,
Lov. To the Cardinal's ; Your Lord hip is a guest too.
Chain, 0, 'tis true;
This night he makes a fupper, and a great one,
Lov. That churchman bears a bounteous mind inA hand as fruitful as the land that feeds us, [deed; His dew falls ev'ry where.
Cham. No doubt he's noble ;
Sands. He may, my Lord, h'as wherewithal: in him
Cham True, they are so ; But few now give fo great ones. My barge stays ; Your Lo: dfhip thall along : come, good Sir Thomas, We shall be late else, which I would not be, For I wa, spoke to, with Sir Henry Guilford, This night to be comptrollers. Sands. I'm your Lordship's.
[Exeunt, SC E N E VII. Changes to York-house. Hautboys. A small table under a state for the Cardinal,
a longer table for the guests. Then enter Anne Bullen, and divers other ladies and gentlewomen, as guests, at one door; at another door, enter Sir Henry Guilford.
Guil. Ladies, a gen’ral welcome from his Grace Salutes
you all : this night he dedicates To fair content and you : none here, he hopes, In all this poble bevy, has brought with her One care abroad: he would have all as merry, As, first, good company, then good wine, good welcome, Can make good people.
Enter Lord Chamberlain, Lord Sands, and Lovell. O my Lord, y'are tardy ; The very thoughts of this fair company Clapp'd wings to me.
Cham. You're young, Sir Harry Guilford.
Sands. Sir Thomas Lovell, had the Cardinal