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And stick them in our will. Sixth part of each!
Wol. A word with you.
Let there be letters writ to ev'ry fhire
[To the Secretary.
Of the King's grace and pardon: The griev'd commons
That through our interceffion, this revokement
Queen. I'm forry that the Duke of Buckingham Is run in your displeasure.
King. It grieves many;
The gentleman is learn'd, a moft rare fpeaker,
We cannot feel too little, hear too much.
Wol. Stand forth, and with bold fpirit relate, what you,' Most like a careful fubje&t, have collected
Out of the Duke of Buckingham.
King. Speak freely.
Surv. First, it was ufual with him, ev'ry day
To make the scepter his. These very words
Wol. Pleafe your Highness, 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,
Surv. Sir, a Chartreux Friar,
His confeffor, who fed him ev'ry minute
King. How know'st thou this?
Surv. Not long before your Highnefs fped to Franci The Duke being at the Rofe, within the parish St. Lawrence Poultrey, did of me demand What was the fpeech among the Londoners Concerning the French journey? I reply'd, Men fear'd 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 fent to me, wifhing me to permit
To me fhould utter) with demure confidence
Thus paufingly enfu'd; Neither the King, nor's heirs
Queen. If I know you well,
You were the Duke's furveyor, and loft your office
King. Let him on.
Surv. On my foul, I'll speak but truth.
It forg'd him fome defign, (which, being believ'd,
King. Ha! what, fo rank? ah ha
There's mischief in this man; can't thou fay further?
Surv. I can, my Liege..
Surv. Being at Greenwich,
After your Highnefs had reprov'd the Duke
About Sir William Blomer
King. I remember
Of fuch a time, he being my fworn fervant,
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 plaid
Th' ufurper Richard, who being at Salisbury, Made fuit to come in's prefence, which, if granted, (As he made femblance 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 fomething more would out of thee; what fay'ft?
Surv. After the Duke his father with the knife, He ftretch'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 evil us'd, he would out-go His father, by as much as a performance Does an irrefolute purpofe.
King. There's his period,
To fheath his knife in us: he is attach'd,
Enter Lord Chamberlain, and Lord Sands.
Chamb. S't poffible the fpells of France fhould juggle
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
Their very nofes had been counsellors
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 pavin
Their clothes 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?
Lov. The reformation of our travell'd gallants, That fill the court with quarrels, talk and tailors.
Cham. I'm glad 'tis there; now I would pray out
To think an English courtier may be wife,
Lov. They must either
(For fo run the conditions) leave those remnants
Out of a foreign wisdom, clean renouncing
Or pack to their old play-fellows; there, I take it,
The lag-end of their lewdness, and be laugh'd at. Sands. 'Tis time to give them phyfick, their diseases are grown fo catching.
Cham. What a lofs our ladies
Will have of these trim vanities?