Of such a time :-Being my servant sworn, The duke retain'd him his.- -But on; What hence? The usurper Richard: who, being at Salisbury, Have put his knife into him. K. Hen. A giant traitor! Wol. Now, madam, may his highness live in free Surv. After the duke his father,—with the knife,- His father, by as much as a performance 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, [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. A fit or two o'the face; but they are shrewd ones; 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, A springhalt reign'd among them. Cham. Death! my lord, Their clothes are after such a pagan cut too, That, sure, they have worn out christendom. How That's clapp'd upon the court-gate. 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, And never see the Louvre. 4 Lov. They must either (For so run the conditions,) leave these remnants 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. There will be woe indeed, lords; the sly whoresons 4 A palace at Paris. s With authority. 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, Held current musick too. Cham. Your colt's tooth is not cast yet. Sands. Nor shall not, while I have a stump. Cham. Well said, lord Sands; No, my lord; Sir Thomas, To the cardinal's ; O, 'tis true: Whither were you a going? Lov. Your lordship is a guest too. Cham. 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 indeed, A hand as fruitful as the land that feeds us; His dews fall every where. Cham. No doubt, he's noble; He had a black mouth, that said other of him. Sands. He may, my lord, he has wherewithal; in him, Sparing would show a worse sin than ill doctrine: They are set here for examples. Cham. True, they are so ; But few now give so great ones. My barge stays;6 Sands. I am your lordship's. [Exeunt. SCENE IV. The Presence-Chamber in York-Place. Hautboys. A small table under a state for the Cardinal, a longer table for the guests. Enter at one door ANNE BULLEN, and divers Lords, Ladies, and Gentlewomen, as guests; at another door, enter sir HENRY GUILDFORD. Guild. Ladies, a general welcome from his grace 7 One care abroad; he would have all as merry As first-good company, good wine, good welcome Can make good people.-O, my lord, you are tardy; Enter Lord Chamberlain, Lord SANDS, and Sir THOMAS LOVELL. The very thought of this fair company Clapp'd wings to me. Cham. You are young, sir Harry Guildford. The speaker is at Bridewell, and the Cardinal's house was at Whitehall. 7 Company. |