Go forward. Surv. On my soul, I'll speak but truth. I told my Lord the Duke, By the devil's illusions K. Hen. Ha! what, so rank? Ah, ha! say further? Surv. I can, my Liege. K. Hen. Proceed. Surv. Being at Greenwich, Canst thou After your Highness had reprov'd the Duke About Sir William Blomer, K. Hen. I remember Of such a time:* Being my sworn servant, The Duke retain'd him his. hence? But on; What 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 Wol. Now, Madam, may his Highness live in freedom, 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, the knife, - with He stretch'd him, and, with one hand on his dagger, Another spread on his breast, mounting his eyes, K. Hen. There's his period, To sheath his knife in us. He is attach'd; Call him to present trial: if he may SCENE III. A Room in the Palace. [Exeunt. Enter the Lord Chamberlain and Lord SANDS, Cham. Is it possible, the spells of France should juggle Men into such strange mysteries?* Sands. New customs, Though they be never so ridiculous, Nay, let them be unmanly, yet are follow'd. Cha m. 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 shrew'd ones; For when they hold them, you would swear direetly, 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, Their clothes are after such a pagan cut too, That, sure, they have worn out christendom. How now? What news, Sir Thomas Lovell ? Enter Sir THOMAS LOVELL. Lov. 'Faith, my Lord, 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 he wise, Lov. They must either (For so run the conditions,) leave these remnants Of fool, and feather, that they got in France, With all their honourable points of ignorance Pertaining thereunto, (as fights and fireworks; Abusing better men than they can be, Out of a foreign wisdom,) renouncing cleau The faith they have in tennis, and talb stockings, Short blister'd breeches, and those types of travel, And understand again like honest men; Or pack to their old playfellows: there, I take it, They may, cum privilegio, wear away The lag end of their lewdness, and be laugh'd at. Sands. 'Tis time to give them physick, their diseases Are crown so catching. Cham. What a loss qur ladies Will have of these trim vanites! Lov. Ay, marry, There will be woe indeed, Lords; the sly whore sons Have got a speeding trick to lay down ladies; (For, sure, there's no converting of them;) now An honest country lord, as. I am, beaten A long time out of play, may bring his plain And have an hour of hearing; and, by'r-lady, Cham. Well said, Lord Sands; Your colt's tooth is not cast yet. Sands. No, my Lord; Noy shall not, while I have a stump. Cham. Sir Thomas, Whither were you going? Lov. To the Cardinal's; Your Lordship is a guest too, Cham. O, 'tis true: This night he makes, a supper, and a great one, Lov. That churchman bears a bounteous mind indeed, A hand as fruitful as the land that feeds, us; Cham. No doubt, he's noble; He had a black mouth, that said other of him. Sands. He may, my Lord, he has where+ withal; in him, Sparing would show a worse sin than ill doctrine: Cham. True, they are so; But few now give so great ones. My barge stays; Your Lordship shall along: Thomas, Come, good Sir Whe shall be late else; which I would not be, SCENE IV. [Exeunt. 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 GUILD FORD. Guild. Ladies, a general welcome from his Salutes ye all: This night he dedicates |