'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 Το cope malicious censurers; which ever, As ravenous fishes, do a vessel follow For our best act. If we shall stand still, And with a care, exempt themselves from fear: Wol. A word with you. [To the Secretary. Let there be letters writ to every shire, Of the king's grace and pardon. The griev'd commons Hardly conceive of me: let it be nois'd, That through our intercession this revokement And pardon comes. I shall anon advise you Farther in the proceeding. Enter Surveyor. [Exit Secretary. Q. Kath. I am sorry that the duke of Buckingham Is one 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, 2 trembling in f. e. 3 run: in f. e. 1 Sometimes. And never seek for aid out of himself: yet see, Not well dispos'd, the mind growing once corrupt, 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 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. K. Hen. Speak freely. Surv. First, it was usual with him, every day Wol. Please your highness, note This dangerous conception in this point. Beyond you, to your friends. Q. Kath. Deliver all with charity. K. Hen. My learn'd lord cardinal, 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? Surv. He was brought to this Sir, a Chartreux friar, By a vain prophecy of Nicholas Hopkins. 1 he'll in folio. The change was made by Rowe. 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 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, 't was the fear, indeed; and that he doubted, 'T would 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 ensu'd,-Neither the king, nor 's heir, If I know you well, Q. Kath. 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 From this to ruminate on it so far, until It forg'd him some design, which, being believ'd, It was much like to do: He answered, "Tush! It can do me no damage:" adding farther, K. Hen. Ha! what, so rank? Ah, ha! There's mischief in this man.-Canst thou say farther? Surv. I can, my liege. Being at Greenwich, After your highness had reprov'd the duke 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 Th' 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, Another spread on 's breast, mounting his eyes, He did discharge a horrible oath; whose tenor Was,-were he evil us'd, he would out-go His father, by as much as a performance Does an irresolute purpose. There's his period, K. Hen. 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 ? Sands. Though they be never so ridiculous, New customs, Nay, let 'em be unmanly, yet are follow'd. Cham. As far as I see, all the good our English 2 He's traitor to the height: in f. e. Have got by the late voyage is but merely A fit or two o' the face; but they are shrewd ones, For when they hold 'em, you would swear directly, 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 'em pace before, the spavin, Or springhalt reign'd among them. Cham. Death! my lord, Their clothes are after such a pagan cut too, That, sure, they've worn out Christendom.-How now! What news, sir Thomas Lovell ? Lov. Enter Sir THOMAS LOVELL. 'Faith, my lord, What is 't for? I hear of none, but the new proclamation Cham. 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 monsieurs 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. 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; VOL. V.-33 |