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And for me,
Tongues spit their duties out, and cold hearts freeze
By my life,
That virtue must go through. We must not stint 4 ! Our necessary actions, in the fear
To copes malicious censurers; which ever,
Things done well, And with a care, exempt themselves from fear ; Things done without example, in their issue Are to be fear'd. Have you a precedent Of this commission? I believe, not any. We must not rend our subjects from our laws, And stick them in our will. Sixth part of each? A trembling contribution! Why, we take, From every tree, lop, bark, and part o' the timber; And, though we leave it with a root, thus hack’d, The air will drink the sap. To every county, Where this is question'd, send our letters, with Free pardon to each man that has denied The force of this commission : Pray, look to't; I put it to your care. Wol.
A word with you.
[To the Secretary, Let there be letters writ to every shire, Of the king's grace and pardon. The griey'd com
Hardly conceive of me; let it be nois'd,
It grieves many :
And never seek for aid out of himself.
Please your highness, note
8 Beyond. 9 Conduct, manage.
His will is most malignant; and it stretches
My learn'd lord cardinal,
Speak on :
He was brought to this
K. Hen. What was that Hopkins ?
Sir, a Chartreux friar,
How know'st thou this?
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, that, what he spoke, My chaplain to no creature living, but
* Now Merchant Taylor's School.
To me, should utter, with demure confidence
the duke) shall prosper : bid him st rive
If I know you well,
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.
Let him on :Go forward.
Suro. 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 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 faild, 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
further ? Surv. I can, my liege. K. Hen.
Being at Greenwich, After your highness had reprov'd the duke About sir William Blomer,