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

K. Hen. What was that Hopkins ?

Sir, a Chartreux friar, His confessor; who fed him

every minute With words of sovereignty. K. Hen.

How know'st thou this? Surv. Not long before your highness sped to

France, The duke being at the Rose,* within the parish Saint Lawrence Poultney, did of me demand What was the speech amongst the Londoners Concerning the French journey: I replied, 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, says he, Hath sent to me, wishing me to permit John de la Court, my chaplain, a choice hour To hear from him a matter of some moment: Whom after under the confession's seal He solemnly had sworn, ihat, what he spoke, My chaplain to no creature living, but To me, should utter, with demure confidence This pausingly ensu’d,-Neither the king, nor his

heirs, (Tell you the duke) shall prosper: bid him strive To gain the love of the commonalty; the duke Shall govern England. Q. Kath.

If I know you well, You were the duke's surveyor, and lost your office On the complaint o'the tenants: Take good heed,

* The duke being at the Rose, &c.] This house was purchased about the year 1561, by Richard Hill, sometime master of the Merchant Tailors company, and is now the Merchant Tailors school, in Suffolk-lane. VOL. VII.


You charge not in your spleen a noble person,
And spoil your nobler soul! I say, take heed;
Yes, heartily beseech you.
K. Hen.

Let him on :-
Go forward.

Surv. On my soul, I'll speak but truth. I told my lord the duke, By the devil's illusions The monk might be deceiv'd; and that was dang’rous

for him, To ruminate on this so far, until It forg'd him some 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 sickness fail'd, The cardinal's and sir Thomas Lovell's heads Should have


off. K. Hen.

Ha! what, so rank?" Ah, ha! There's mischief in this man:

-Canst thou say further? Surv. I can, my liege. K. Hen.

Proceed. Surv.

Being at Greenwich, After your highness had reprov'd the duke About sir William Blomer,K. Hen.

I remember, Of such a time:—Being my servant sworn, The duke retain'dhim his.- -Buton; What hence?

Surv. If, quoth he, I for this had been committed, As, to the Tower, I thought,—I would have play'd The part my father meant to act upon The usurper Richard: who, being at Salisbury, Made suit to come in his presence; which if granted, As he made semblance of his duty, would Have put his knife into him.

so rank?] Rank weeds, are weeds grown up to great height and strength. What, says the King, was he advanced to this pitch? Johnson.

K. Hen.

A giant traitor! Wol. Now, madam, may his highness live in

freedom, And this man out of prison? Q. Kath.

God mend all ! K. Hen. There's something more would out of

thee; What say'st ? Surv. Afterthe duke his father,—with the knife, He stretch'd him, and, with one hand on his dagger, Another spread on his breast, 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 irresolute

purpose. K. Hen.

There's his period,
To sheath his 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.



A Room in the Palace.

Enter the Lord Chamberlain, and Lord Sands. Cham. Is it possible, the spells of France should

juggle Men into such strange mysteries ??

By day and night,] This, I believe, was a phrase anciently signifying at all times, every way, completely. The king's words, however, by some criticks have been considered as an adjuration. I do not pretend to have determined the exact force of them. STEEVENS. ? Is it possible, the spells of France should juggle

Men into such strange mysteries?] i. e. those fantastick manners and fashions of the French, which had operated as spells or enchantments.


New customs, Though they be never so ridiculous, Nay, let them be unmanly, yet are follow'd.

Cham. As far as I see, all the good our English
Have got by the late voyage, is but merely
A fit or two o' the face; but they are shrewd ones;
For when they hold them, you would swear directly,
Their very noses had been counsellors
To Pepin, or Clotharius, they keep state so.
Sand. They have all new legs, and lame ones;

one would take it,
That never saw them pace before, the spavin,
A springhalto reign’d among them.

Death! my lord,
Their clothes are after such a pagan cut too,
That, sure, they have 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 That's clapp'd upon the court-gate. Cham.

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

our monsieurs
To think an English courtier may
And never see the Louvre.

They must either (For so run the conditions,) leave these remnants

be wise,

8 A fit or two o'the face;] A fit of the face is what we dow term a grimace, an artificial cast of the countenance.

9 A springhalt -) The stringhalt, or springhalt, is a disease inçident to horses, which gives them a convulsive motion in their


Of fool, and feather,' that they got in France,
With all their honourable points of ignorance,
Pertaining thereunto, (as fights, and fireworks;
Abusing better men than they can be,
Out of a foreign wisdom,) renouncing clean
The faith they have in tennis, and tall stockings,
Short blister'd breeches, and those types of travel,
And understand again like honest men;
Or pack to their old playfellows: 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

Are grown so catching.

What a loss our ladies
Will have of these trim vanities!

Ay, marry,
There will be woe indeed, lords; the sly whoresons
Have got a speeding trick to lay down ladies;
A French song, and a fiddle, has no fellow.
Sands. The devil fiddle them! I am glad, they're

going; (For, sure, there's no converting of them;) now 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 musick too. Cham.

Well said, lord Sands; Your colt's tooth is not cast yet. Sands.

No, my lord; Nor shall not, while I have a stump.


leave these remnants Of fool, and feather,] An allusion to the feathers which were formerly worn by fools in their caps.

blister'd breeches,] i. e. breeches puff'd, swellid out like blisters. The modern editors read—bolster'd breeches, which has the same meaning.

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