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Most peftilent to th' hearing; and, to bear 'em,
The back is facrifice to th' load ; they say,
They are devis'd by you, or else you suffer
Too hard an exclamation.
King. Still, exaction!
The nature of it, in what kind let's know
Is this exaction ? :
Queen, I am much too vent'rous
In tempting of your patience, but am bolden'd
Under your promis’d pardon. The subjects grief
Comes through commissions, which coinpel from each
The sixth part of his substance, to be levy'd
Without delay ; and the pretence for this
Is nam’d, your wars in France. This makes bold mouths ;
Tongues spit their duties out, and cold hearts freeze
Allegiance in them ; All their curses now
Live where their pray’rs did; and it's come to pass,
That tractable obedience is a flave
To each incensed will. I would, your Highness
Would give it quick consideration, for
There is no primer baseness.
King. By my life,
This is against our pleasure.
Wol. And for me,
I have no further gone in this, than by
A single voice ; and that not paft me, but
By learned approbation of the judges.
If I'm traduc'd by tongues, which neither know
My faculties, nor person ; yet will be
The chronicles of my doing ; let me fay,
'Tis but the face of place, and the rough brake
That virtue must go through: we must not ftino
Our necessary actions, in the fear
To cope malicious cenfurets ; which
As rav nous fishes do a veffel follow
That is new trimm'd; but benefic no further
Than vainly longing. What we oft do best,
By fick interpreters, or weak ones, is
Not ours, or not allow'd: what worst, as oft
Hitting a groffer quality, is cry'd up
For our best act : if we stand still, in fear
Our motion will be mock'd or carped at,
We should take root here where we fit:
Or sit state-statues only.
King. 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 commiffion? I believe, not any.
We muft not rend our subjects from our laws,
And stick them in our wille Sixth part of each !
A trembling contribution ! why, we take
From ev'ry tree, lop, bark, and part o'th' timber :
And though we leave it with a root, thus hackt,
The air will drink the fap. To ev'ry county,
Where this is question’d, send our letters, with
Free pardon to each man that has deny'd .
The force of this commission : pray, look to't ;
I put it to your care.
Wol. A word with you.
[To the Secretary.
Let there be letters writ to ev'ry shire,
Of the King's grace and pardon: The griev'd commons
Hardly conceive of me, let it be nois'd,
That, through our interceffion, this revokement
And pardon comes; I shall anon advise you
Further in the proceeding.
Queen. I'm sorry that the Duke of Buckingham.
Is run in your displeasure.
King. It grieves many;
The gentleman is learn'd, 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.
Yet fee, when noble benefits shall prove
Not well dispos'd, the mind growing once corrupt,
They turn to vicious forms, ten times more ugly
Than ever they were fair. This man so compleat,
Who was enrolld’mongst wonders, and when we,
Almost with lift'ning ravish'd, 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, you shall hear
(This was his gentleman in trust) of him
Things to strike honour fad. Bid him recount
The fore-recited practices, whereof
We cannot feel too little, hear too much.
Wol. Stand forth, and with bold fpirit relate, what you,
Most like a careful subject, have collected
Out of the Duke of Buckingham.
King. Speak freely
Surv. First, it was úfual with him, ev'ry day
It would infect his speech, that if the King
Should without issue die, he'd carry't so
To make the scepcer his. These very words
I've heard him utter to his son-in-law,
Lord Aberga’ny, to whom by oath he menac'd
Revenge upon the Cardinal.
Wol. Please your Highness, note
His dangerous conception in this point :
Not friended by his wish to your high person,
His will is most malignant, and it stretches
Beyond you to your friends.
Queen. My learn'd lord Cardinal,
Deliver all with charity.
King. Speak on;
How grounded he his title to the Crown,
Upon our fail? to this point halt thou heard him
At any time speak aught?
Surv. He was brought to this,
By a vain prophecie of Nicholas Hopkins. (7)
6) By a vain Prophecy of Nicholas HENTON) We heard before, from Brandon, of one Nicholas Hopkins ; and now his Name is chang'd into Henton; so that Brandon and the Surveyor seem to be in two Stories. There is, however, but one and the fame Person meant, Hopkins ; as I havë restor'd it in the Text: nor will it be any Difficulty to account for the other Name, when we come to consider, that He was a Monk of the Convent, called Henton, near Bristol. So both Hall and Holingshead ac
King. What was that Hopkins ?
Suru. Sir, a Chartreux Friar,
His confeffor, who fed him ev'ry minute
With words of Sov'reignty.
King. How know'st thou this?
Surv. Not long before your Highness fped to France,
The Duke being at the Rose, within the parish
St. Lawrence Poultney, did of me demand
What was the speech among the Londoners
Concerning the French journey? I reply'd,
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,
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 (8)
He folemnly had sworn, that, what he spoke,
My chaplain to no creature living, but
To me, should utter ; with demure confidence,
This paufingly ensu’d;--Neither the King, nor's heirs
(Tell you the Duke) shall prosper; bid him strive
To gain the love o'th' commonalty ; the Duke
Shall govern England.
Queen. If I know you well,
You were the Duke's surveyor, and lost your
office On the complaint o’th'tenants; take good heed, quaint us. And he might, according to the Custom of those Times, be cali'd as well Nicholas of Henton, from the Place ; as Hopkins, from his Family. I formerly set the Text right; and Mr. Pope has since acceded to my Alteration.
 under the Commission's Seal
He folemnly had frorn,] So all the Editions down from the very Begin-. ning. But, what Commision's Seal? That is a Question, I dare lay, none of our diligent Editors ever ask'd themselves. The Text must be reford, as I have corrected it; and honest Holingshead, from whom our Author took the Substance of this Paffage, may be call'd in as a Testi“ The Duke in Talk told the Monk, that he had done very
well o bind his Chaplain, John de la Court, under the Seal of Confesion, to keep secret fuch Matt r" Vid. Life of Henry VIII. p. 863.
You charge not in your spleen a noble person,
And spoil your nobler foul : I say, cake heed; ()
Yes, heartily I befeech you.
King, Let him on.
Surv. On my foul, I'll speak but truth.
I told my lord the Duke, by th’ devil's illusions
The Monk might be deceiv'd, and that 'twas dang'rous
For him to ruminate on this, until
It forgʻd 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.
King. Ha! what, so rank ? ah ha
There's mischief in this man ; canst thou say further?
Surv. I can, my Liege.
Surv. Being at Greenwich,
After your Highness had reprov'd the Duke
About Sir William Blomer
King. I remember
Of such a time, he 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 plaid
The part my father meant to act upon
Th’usurper Richard, who being at Salisbury,
Made suit to come in's presence ; which, if granted,
(As he made semblance of his duty) would
Have put his knife into him.
King. A giant traitor!
Wol. Now, Madam, may his Highness live in freedom,
And this man out of prison?
 And spoil your noble Soul:] Mr. Rozue's Edition, I think, firft fophisticated this Passage: The oldest Copies read, nabler. And it seems very proper for a pious Queen to say, the Soul of any Perfon was of a nobler Regard than the Life of the most noble Perfen.