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,
It was much like to do: He answer'd, "Tush!
It can do me no damage:" adding further,
That had the king in his last sickness fail'd,
The cardinal's and sir Thomas Lovell's heads
Should have gone off.

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,
Made suit to come in his presence; which if granted,
As he made semblance of his duty, would

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,
He did discharge a horrible oath; whose tenor
Was,—were he evil us'd, he would outgo
His father, by as much as a performance
Does an irresolute purpose.

K. Hen.

There's his period,

To sheathe his knife in us. He is attach'd;
Call him to present trial: if he may

Find mercy in the law, 't is his; if none,
Let him not seek 't of us: by day and night,
He 's traitor to the height.

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.
Cham. 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 shrewd ones;
For when they hold them, 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 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.
They must either
(For so run the conditions) leave those 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 clean
The faith they have in tennis and tall 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. "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,
And have an hour of hearing; and, by 'r lady,
Held current music too.

Cham.

Whither were you a going?

Lov.

Sir Thomas,

To the cardinal's;

O, 't is true:

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 everywhere.

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;
Your lordship shall along :-Come, good sir Thomas,
We shall be late else; which I would not be,

For I was spoke to, with sir Henry Guildford,
This night to be comptrollers.

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
Salutes ye all: This night he dedicates
To fair content, and you: none here, he hopes,
In all this noble bevy," has brought with her
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. 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.
So, now you are fairly seated:-Gentlemen,
The penance lies on you, if these fair ladies.
Pass away frowning.