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I've heard him utter to his son-in law,
Lord Aberga'nny ; to whom by oath he menac'd
Revenge upon the Cardinal.

Wol. Please your tighnefs, note
His dangerous conception in this point :
Not fiended by his wish to your high perfon,
His will is woft malignant, and it frerches
Beyond you to your friends.

Queen. My learn'd Lord Cardinal,
Deliver all with charity.

King Speak on.
How grounded he his title to the crown
Upon our fail? to this point hast thou heard hine
At any time speak aught?

Sury. He was brought to this,
By a vain prophecy of Nicholas Hopkins.

King. What was that Hopkins ?

Surv. Sir, a Chartreux frier,
His confeffor, who fed him ev'ry minute
With words of sov'reignty:

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

govern England.

Queen. If I know you well,
You were the Duke's surveyor, and lost your office
On the complaint o'th'tenants: take good heed,
You charge not in your spleen a noble person,
And spoil your noble foul; I say, take heed;
Yes, heartily I beseech you.

King. Let him on.
Go forward.

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.
There's mischief in this man. Canst thou say further

Suro. I can, my Liege.
King. Proceed,

Surv. Being at Greenwich,
After your Highness hat reprov'd the Duke
Aboat Sir William Blomer

King. I remember
of such a time, he being my sworn servant,
The Duke retain 'd him his. But on; what hence ?

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 ?

[dom,
Queen. God mend all !
King. I here's something more would out of thee;

what fay'st ?
Surv. After che Duke his father with the knife,

He stretch'd him, and with one hand on his dagger,
Another fpread on's breast, mounting his eyes,
He did discharge a horrible oath, whose tenor
Was, were he evil-usd, he would outgo
His father, by as much as a performance
Does an irresolute * purpose.

King. There's his period,
To sheath bis 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.

[Excunt. SCENE VI. An apartment in the palace.

Enter Lord Chamberlain, and Lord Sands.
Cham. Is't poffible the spells of France should juggle
Men into such strange mockeries?

Sands. New customs,
Though they be never fo ridiculous,
Nay, let 'em be unmanly, yet are follow'd.

Cham. As far as I fee, all the good our English
Have got by the last voyage, is but merely
A fit or two o'th'face : but they are threwd ones;
For when they hold 'em, you would swear direlly
Their very noses had been counsellors
To Pepin or Clotharius, they keep state fo.
Sands. They've all new legs, and lame ones; one

would take it, (That never saw 'em pace before), the fpavin And string-halt reign d among 'em.

Cham. Death! my Lord,
Their cloaths are after such a Pagan cut too,
That, sure, they've worn out Christendom. How aow?
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?

Irrefolute, for unperformed limply.

Lov. The reformation of our travellid gallants,
Thaç fill the court with quarrels, talk, and tailors.
Cham. I'm glad 'tis there ; now I would pray our

Monsieurs
To think an English courtier may be wise,
And never see the Louvre.

Lov. They must either
(For so run the conditions) “ leave those remnants
is Of fool and feather that they got in France ;
os With all their honourable points of ignorance
“ Pertaining thereunto, as fights and fire-works;

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

S;
Your colt's tooth is not cait yet?

Sands. No, my Lord,
Nor shall not, while I have a stump.

Cham. Sir Thomas,
Whither are you going ?

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,
To many Lords and Ladies ; there will be
The he.tury of this kingdom, I'll assure you.

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 ;
He had a black mouth that said other of him.

Sands. He may, my Lord, h'as wherewithal: in him
Sparing would shew a worse sin than ill doctrine.
Men of his way thould be most liberal,
They're set here for examples.

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
But half my lay-thoughts in him, some of theie
Should find a running banquet ere they refted,
I think would better please 'em : by my life,

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