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And for me,

Tongues spit their duties out, and cold hearts freeze
Allegiance in them; their curses now,
Live where their prayers did; and it's come to pass,
That tractable obedience is a slave
To each incensed will. I would, your highness
Would give it quick consideration, for
There is no primer business.
K. Hen.

By my life,
This is against our pleasure.

I have no farther gone in this, than by
A single voice; and that not pass'd me, but
By learned approbation of the judges.
If I am traduc'd by tongues, which neither know
My faculties, nor person, yet will be
The chronicles of my doing,-let me say,
*Tis but the fate of place, and the rough brake 3

That virtue must go through. We must not stint 4 ! Our necessary actions, in the fear

To copes malicious censurers; which ever,
As ravenous fishes, do a vessel follow
That is new trimm'd; but benefit no further
Than vainly longing. What we oft do best,
By sick interpreters, once weak ones, is
Not ours, or not allow'd ;7 what worst, as oft,
Hitting a grosser quality, is cried up
For our best act. If we shall stand still,
In fear our motion will be mock'd or carp'd at,
We should take root here where we sit, or sit
State statues only.

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K. Hen.

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,
That, through our intercession, this revokement
And pardon comes : I shall anon advise you
Further in the proceeding. [Exit Secretary.

Enter Surveyor.
Q. Kath. I am sorry, that the duke of Buckingham
Is run in your displeasure.
K. Hen.

It grieves many :
The gentleman is learn'd, and a most rare speaker,
To nature none more bound ; his training such,
That he may furnish and instruct great teachers,

And never seek for aid out of himself.
Yet see
When these so noble benefits shall

Not well dispos'd, the mind growing once corrupt,
They turn to vicious forms, ten times more ugly
Than ever they were fair. This man so complete,
Who was enroll’d 'mongst wonders, and when we,
Almost with ravish'd list’ning, could not find
His hour of speech a minute; he, my lady,
Hath into monstrous habits put the graces
That once were his, and is become as black
As if besmear'd in hell. Sit by us ; you shall hear
(This was his gentleman in trust,) of him
Things to strike honour sad.-Bid him recount
The fore-recited practices ; whereof
We cannot feel too little, hear too much.
Wol. Stand forth; and with bold spirit relate what

Most like a careful subject, have collected
Out of the Duke of Buckingham.
K. Hen.

Speak freely.
Surv. First, it was usual with him, every day
It would infect his speech, That if the king
Should without issue die, he'd carry, it so
To make the scepter his : These very words
I have heard him utter to his son-in-law,
Lord Aberga'ny ; to whom by oath he menac'd
Revenge upon the cardinal.

Please your highness, note
This dangerous conception in this point.
Not friended by his wish, to your high person

8 Beyond. 9 Conduct, manage.

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every minute

His will is most malignant; and it stretches
Beyond you, to your friends.
Q. Kath.

My learn'd lord cardinal,
Deliver all with charity.
K. Hen.

Speak on :
How grounded he his title to the crown,
Upon our fail ? to this point hast thou heard him
At any time speak aught?

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
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,

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.


(Tell you

To me, should utter, with demure confidence
This pausingly ensu'd,—Neither the king, nor his heirs,

the duke) shall prosper : bid him st rive
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.

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.

Proceed. Suro.

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

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