The duke being at the Rose*, within the parish Spoke by a holy monk; That oft, says he, John de la Court, my chaplain, a choice hour 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, You charge not in your spleen a noble person, And spoil your nobler soul! I say, take heed; Yes, heartily beseech you. 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 'twas dang'rous for him, To ruminate on this so far, until It'd him some design, which, being believ'd, Now Merchant-Taylor's School. The cardinal's and sir Thomas Lovell's heads Should have gone off. K. Hen. Ha! what, so rank? Ah, ha! There's mischief in this man:-Canst thou say fur After your highness had reprov'd the duke K. Hen. I remember, Of such a time:-Being my servant sworn, The duke retain'd him his.But on; What hence? Surv. If, quoth he, I for this had been com. mitted, 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. K. Hen. A giant traitor! Wol. Now, madam, may his highness live in free dom, 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, Does an irresolute purpose K. Hen. There's his period, To sheath his knife in us. He is attach'd; Find mercy in the law, 'tis his; if none, Let him not seek't of us: By day and night, [Exeunt. SCENE III. 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? 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 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. Sands. 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, 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 am glad, 'tis there; now I would pray our monsieurs To think an English courtier may be wise, They must either Lov. Out of a foreign wisdom), renouncing clean 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 dis There will be woe indeed, lords; the sly whoresons Sands. The devil fiddle them! I am glad, they're going; (For, sure, there's no converting of them); now A long time out of play, may bring his plain-song, * A palace at Paris. + With authority. Cham. Your colt's tooth is not cast yet. Sands. Well said, lord Sands; No, my lord; Sir Thomas, To the cardinal's; Nor shall not, while I have a stump. Whither were you a going? Lov. Your lordship is a guest too. Cham. O, 'tis true: This night he makes a supper, and a great one, To many lords and ladies; there will be The beauty of this kingdom, I'll assure you.' Lov. That churchman bears a bounteous mind in. deed, A hand as fruitful as the land that feeds us; Cham. him, Sparing would show a worse sin than ill doctrine: They are set here for examples. True, they are so ; Cham. For I was spoke to, with sir Henry Guildford, Sands I am your lordship's. [Exeunt. The speaker is at Bridewell, and the cardinal's house was at Whitehall. |