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And stick them in our will. Sixth part of each!
A trembling contribution-why we take
From ev'ry tree, lop, bark, and part o’th timber :
And though we leave it with a root thus hackt,
The air will drink the sap. To ev'ry country
Where this is question'd, send our letters, with
Free pardon to each man that has deny'd.
The force of this commission; pray look to't,
I put it to your care.
Wol. A word with you.

[To the Seeretary.
Let there be letters writto ev'ry shire
Of the King's grace and pardon: The griey'd commons
Hardly conceive of me; let it be nois’d,
That through our intercession, this revokement
And pardon comes ; I shall anon advise you
Further in the proceeding.

[Exit Secretary. SCENE V.

Enter Surveyor.
Queen. I'm sorry that the Duke of Buckingham
Is run in your displeasure.

King. It grieves many;
The gentleman is learn'd, a most rare speaker,
To nature none more bound, his training such,
That he may furnish and instruct great teachers,
And never seek for aid out of himself.
Yet see, when noble benefits shall prove
Not well dispos'd, the mind growing once corrupt,
They turn to vicious forms, ten times more ugly
Than ever they were fair. This man so compleat,
Who was enrolld ’mongst wonders, and when we
Almost with lift'ning ravish’d, could not find
His hour of speech, a minute; he, my lady,
Hath into monstrous habits

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That once were his, and is become as black
As if befmear'd in hell. Sit, you shall hear
(This was his gentleman in truft) of him
Things to strike honour sad.

Bid him recount To-fore-recited practices, whereof

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We cannot feel too little, hear too much.

Wol. Stand forth, and with bold spirit relate, what you, Most like a careful subje&, have collected Out of the Duke of Buckingham.

King. Speak freely.

Suru. First, it was usual with him, ev'ry day
It would effe& his speech, that if the King
Should without issue die, he'd carry't so
To make the scepter his. These very words
I've heard him utter to his son-in-law,
Lord Aberganny, to whom by oath he menac'd
Revenge upon the Cardinal.

Wol. Please your Highness, note
His dangerous conception in this point,
Not friended by his wish to your high person,
His will is molt malignant, and it stretches
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 himm
At any time Ipeak ought?

Surv. He was brought to this,
By a vain prophesie of Nicolas Hopkins.
King. What was that Hopkins ?

Surv. Sir, a Chartreux Friar,
His confeffor, who fed him ev'ry minute
With words of Soy'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 Poultrey, did of me demand What was the speech among the Londoners Concerning the French journey? I reply'd, Men feard the French would prove perfidious To the King's danger : presently the Duke Said, 'twas the fear indeed, and that he doubted 'Twould

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Hath sent to me, wishing me to permit
John de la Car my chaplain, a choice hour
To hear from him a matter of fome moment:
Who (after under the commission's seal
He folemnly had sworn that what he spoke
My chaplain to no creature living but
To me should utter) with demure confidence
Thus pausingly ensu'd; Neither the King, nor's heirs
(Tell you the Duke) shall profper, bid hiin strive
To gain the love o'th' commonalty, the Duke
Shall govern England

Queen. If I know you'well,
You were the Duke's surveyor, and lost your office
On the complaint o'ch'tenants; take good heed
You charge not in your fpleen a noble perfon,
And spoil your noble fout, 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 illufions
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 believed,
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 failed,
The Cardinal's and Sir Thomas Lovell's heads
Should have gone off.

King. Ha! what, so rank? ah ha
There's mischief in this man; can'ft thou say further ?

Surv. I can, my Liege..
King. Proceed.
Surv. Being at Greenwich,
After your Highness had reprov'd the Duke
About Sir William Blomera

King. I remember
Of such a time, he being my sworn servant,
The Duke retain'd him his. But on; what hence ?
Surr, If, quoth he, I for this had been committed,

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As to the Tower, I thought; I would have plaid
The part my father meant to act upon
Th' ulurper Richard, who being at Salisbury,
Made suit to come in's presence; which, if granted,
(As he made semblance of his duty) would
Have put his knife into him.

King. A giant traitor!

Wol. Now, Madam, may his Highness live in freedom, And this man out of prison ?

Queen. God mend all.
King. There's something 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,
Another spread on's breaft, mounting his eyes,
He did discharge a horrible oath, whose tenour
Was, were he evîl us'd, he would out-go
His father, by as much as a performance
Does an irrefolute purpole.

King. There's his period,
To sheath his knife in us: he is attach'd,
Call him to present tryal, 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 VI.

Enter Lord Chamberlain, and Lord Sands. Chamb. Sit possible the spells of France should juggle

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Men into
Sands, New customs,
Though they be never so 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 meerly,
A fit or two o'ch' face, but they are shrewd ones;
For when they hold 'em, you would swear directly

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Their very noses had been counsellors
To Pepin or Clotharius, they keep ftate so.
Sands. They've all new legs, and lame ones; one

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

Cham, Beath! my lord,
Their clothes are after such a pagan cut too,
That sure they've worn out Chriftendom: 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 clap'd upon the court-gate.

Cham. What is’t for?
Lov. The reformation of our travelled gallants,
That fill the court with quarrels, talk and tailors.
Cham. I'm glad 'tis there ; now I would pray out

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
Of fool and feather, that they got in France,
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,
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 physick, their diseases are grown fo catching.

Cham. What a loss our ladies Will have of these trim vanities? Lov. Ąy marry,

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