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


cope 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; what worst, as oft,
Hitting a grosser quality, is cried up

For our best act. If we shall stand still,
In fear our notion will be mock'd or carp'd at,
We should take root here where we sit, or sit
State-statues only.

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.


[To the Secretary] A word with you. Let there be letters writ to every shire,

Of the king's grace and pardon. The grieved


Hardly conceive of me: let it be noised

That through our intercession this revokement
And pardon comes; I shall anon advise you
Further in the proceeding.

Enter Surveyor.

[Exit Secretary.

Q. Kath. I am sorry that the Duke of Buckingham
Is run in your displeasure.



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.

When these so noble benefits shall prove

Yet see,

Not well disposed, 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 listening, 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 you,
Most like a careful subject, have collected
Out of the Duke of Buckingham.

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 'll carry


it so

To make the sceptre his: these very words
I've heard him utter to his son-in-law,


Lord Abergavenny, to whom by oath he menaced
Revenge upon the cardinal.

Please your highness, note

This dangerous conception in this point.

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Not friended by his wish, to your high person
His will is most malignant, and it stretches
Beyond you to your friends.


Q. Kath.

My learn'd lord cardinal,

Deliver all with charity...


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?

By a vain prophecy of Nicholas Henton.

King. What was that Henton?



He was brought to this

Sir, a Chartreux friar,

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His confessor, who fed him every minute
With words of sovereignty.

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 among 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
"Twould 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 Car, 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


To me should utter, with demure confidence
This pausingly ensued: Neither the king nor's

Tell you the duke, shall prosper: bid him strive
To gain the love o' the commonalty: the duke 170
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.

Go forward.

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 deceived; and that 'twas
dangerous for him

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