I've heard him utter to his fon-in law, Lord Aberga'nny; to whom by oath he menac'd Wol. Pleate your Highnefs, note His dangerous conception in this point: Queen. My learn'd Lord Cardinal, King Speak on. How grounded he his title to the crown Surv. He was brought to this, By a vain prophecy of Nicholas Hopkins. Surv. Sir, a Chartreux frier, His confeffor, who fed him ev'ry minute King. How know'st thou this? Surv. Not long before your Highnefs fped to France, The Duke being at the Rofe, within the parish St Lawrence Poultney, did of me demand "He folemnly had fworn, that what he spoke To me, fhou'd utter; with confidence demure, Thus paufingly enfu'd;-Neither the King nor's heirs Queen. If I know you well, You were the Duke's furveyor, and lost your office King. Let him on. Go forward. Surv. On my foul, I'll speak but truth. I told my Lord the Duke, by th' devil's illufions It forg'd him fome defign; which, being believ'd, It was much like to do. He answer'd, Tufh, King Ha! what fo rank? ah ha There's mifchief in this man. Surv. I can, my Liege. King. Proceed. Surv. Being at Greenwich, Canft thou fay further? After your Highnefs had reprov'd the Duke King. I remember Of fuch a time, he being my fworn servant, Th' ufurper Richard, who, being at Salisbury, King A giant-traitor! Wol. Now, Madam, may his Highness live in free And this man out of prifon? Queen. God mend all! [dom, King. here's fomething more would out of thee; what fay'ft? Surv. After the Duke his father with the knife, He stretch'd him, and with one hand on his dagger, King. There's his period, To fheath his knife in us; he is attach'd, [Exeunt SCENE VI. An apartment in the palace. 4 Enter Lord Chamberlain, and Lord Sands. Cham. Is't poffible the fpells of France fhould juggle Men into fuch ftrange 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 A fit or two o' th' face: but they are fhrewd ones; To Pepin or Clotharius, they keep ftate fo. Sands. They've all new legs, and lame ones; one would take it, (That never faw 'em pace before), the spavin And ftring-halt reign d among 'em. Cham. Death! my Lord, Their cloaths are after fuch a Pagan cut too, That, fure, they've 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 Cham. What is't for? • Irrefolute, for unperformed simply. Lov. The reformation of our travell'd gallants, To think an English courtier may be wise, Lov. They must either (For fo run the conditions)" leave those remnants "Out of a foreign wifdom; clean renouncing Or pack to their old play fellows: there, I take it, The lag-end of their lewdnefs, and be laugh'd at. Cham. What a lofs our ladies Will have of these trim vanities? Lov. Ay, marry, There will be woe indeed, Lords; the fly whor fons A French fong and a fiddle has no fellow. [ing: Sands. The devil fiddle 'em! I'm glad they're go- A long time out of play, may bring his plain fong, Cham. Well faid, Lord Sands; Nor fhall not, while I have a ftump. Lov. To the Cardinal's ; This night he makes a fupper, and a great one, To many Lords and Ladies; there will be The beauty of this kingdom, I'll affure you. Lov. That churchman bears a bounteous mind in A hand as fruitful as the land that feeds us, Cham. No doubt he's noble ; He had a black mouth that faid other of him. [deed; Sands. He may, my Lord, h'as wherewithal: in him Sparing would fhew a worfe fin than ill doctrine. Men of his way fhould be moft liberal, They're fet here for examples. Cham True, they are fo; But few now give fo great ones. My barge ftays; Your Lo dfhip thall along: come, good Sir Thomas, We shall be late elfe, which I would not be, For I was spoke to, with Sir Henry Guilford, This night to be comptrollers. SCENE VII. [Exeunt. Changes to York-house. Hautboys. A fmall table under a ftate for the Cardinal, a longer table for the guests. Then enter Anne Bullen, and divers other ladies and gentlewomen, as guefts, 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, As, firft, good company, then good wine, good welcome, 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 |