Surv. He was brought to this By a vain prophecy of Nicholas Hopkins. His confessor; who fed him K. Hen. Sir, a Chartreux friar, every minute How know'st thou this? Surv. Not long before your highness sped to The duke being at the Rose, within the parish 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, K. Hen. Go forward. Surv. Let him on: 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 can do me no damage: adding further, K. Hen. Ha! what, so rank? Ah, ha! There's mischief in this man:- -Canst thou say Being at Greenwich, After your highness had reprov'd the duke About sir William Blomer, K. Hen. I remember, -But on; What hence? Of such a time:-Being my servant sworn, 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. 5 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. After the 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," SCENE III. A Room in the Palace. [Exeunt. 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. 7 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. Sands. Though they be never so ridiculous, New customs, 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 8 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, Cham. 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? Lov. Enter Sir THOMAS LOVELL. 'Faith, my lord, I hear of none, but the new proclamation Cham. our monsieurs To think an English courtier may be wise, Lov. They must either (For so run the conditions,) leave these remnants 8 A fit or two o'the face;] A fit of the face is what we now term a grimace, an artificial cast of the countenance. 9 A springhalt-] The stringhalt, or springhalt, is a disease incident to horses, which gives them a convulsive motion in thei: paces. Of fool, and feather,' that they got in France, Out of a foreign wisdom,) renouncing clean 2 Or pack to their old playfellows: there, I take it, The lag end of their lewdness, and be laugh'd at. Sands. 'Tis time to give them physick, their diseases Are grown so catching. Cham. What a loss our ladies Will have of these trim vanities! Lov. 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, Cham. Well said, lord Sands; No, my lord; Your colt's tooth is not cast yet. Sands. 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. 2 blister'd breeches,] i. e. breeches puff'd, swell'd out like blisters. The modern editors read-bolster'd breeches, which has the same meaning. |