K. Hen. Go forward. Surv. 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 deceiv'd; and that 't was dangerous for him a To ruminate on this so far, until It forg'd him some design, which, being believ'd, 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. Surv. Proceed. Being at Greenwich, 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.- -But on; What hence? Surv. "If," quoth he, "I for this had been committed, 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, Have put his knife into him." K. Hen. A giant traitor! 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,"-with "the knife," He stretch'd him, and, with one hand on his dagger, a For him. In the original for this. Another spread on his breast, mounting his eyes, K. Hen. There's his period, To sheathe his knife in us. He is attach'd; Find mercy in the law, 't is his; if none, SCENE III.-A Room in the Palace. [Exeunt. Enter the Lord Chamberlain and LORD SANDS. Cham. Is 't possible the spells of France should juggle Men into such strange mysteries? a 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 now? What news, sir Thomas Lovell ? Lov. Enter SIR THOMAS LOVELL. 'Faith, my lord, I hear of none, but the new proclamation 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 't is there; now I would pray our mon sieurs To think an English courtier may be wise, And never see the Louvre. Lov. 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. Sands. "T is time to give them physic, their diseases Are grown so catching. Cham. What a loss our ladies Will have of these trim vanities! Lov. Ay, marry, There will be woe, indeed, lords; the sly whoresons Have got a speeding trick to lay down ladies; A French song, and a fiddle, has no fellow. Sands. The devil fiddle them! I am glad they are going; (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-song, Cham. Whither were you a going? Lov. Sir Thomas, To the cardinal's; O, 't is true: Your lordship is a guest too. Cham. Lov. That churchman bears a bounteous mind indeed, 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 : Men of his way should be most liberal, They are set here for examples. Cham. True, they are so; But few now give so great ones. My barge stays; For I was spoke to, with sir Henry Guildford, 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 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. Sands. Sir Thomas Lovell, had the cardinal But half my lay-thoughts in him, some of these Should find a running banquet ere they rested, I think would better please them: By my life, They are a sweet society of fair ones. Lov. O, that your lordship were but now confessor To one or two of these! Sands. I would I were ; They should find easy penance. Lov. 'Faith, how easy? Sands. As easy as a down-bed would afford it. Cham. Sweet ladies, will it please you sit? Sir Harry, Place you that side, I'll take the charge of this: His grace is ent'ring.-Nay, you must not freeze; Two women plac'd together makes cold weather :My lord Sands, you are one will keep them waking; Pray, sit between these ladies. By my faith, Sands. And thank your lordship.—By your leave, sweet ladies: [Seats himself between ANNE BULLEN and another lady. If I chance to talk a little wild, forgive me; I had it from my father. Anne. Was he mad, sir? Sands. O, very mad, exceeding mad, in love too : But he would bite none; just as I do now, He would kiss you twenty with a breath. [Kisses her. Well said, my lord. Cham. |