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That you would love your
self, and in that love
Not unconfider'd leave your honour, nor
The dignity of your office, is the point
Of my petition.
King. Lady mine, proceed.
Queen. I am sollicited, not by a few,
And those of true condition, that your subjects
Are in great grievance. There have been commissions
Sent down among 'em, which have flaw'd the heart
Of all their loyalties ; wherein although [To Wolsey.
(My good lord Cardinal) they vent reproaches
Most bitterly on you, às putter on
Of these exactions ; yet the King our master
(Whose honour heav'n fhield from foil) ev'n he escapes not
Language unmannerly, yea fuch, which breaks
The sides of loyalty, and almost appears
In loud rebellion.
Nor. Not almost appears,
It doth appear ; for upon these taxations,
The clothiers all, not able to maintain
The many to them 'longing, have put of
The spinsters, carders, fullers, weavers; who,
Unfit for other life, compelld by hunger
And lack of other meatis, in defp'rate manner
Daring th' event to th' teeth, are all in uproar,
And danger ferves
King. Taxation ?
Wherein ? and what taxation? my lord Cardinal,
You that are blam'd for it alike with us,
of this taxation ?
Wol. Please you, Sir,
I know but of a fingle part in ought
Pertains to th' state, and front but in that file
Where others tell Ateps with me.
Queen. No, my lord,
You know no more than others : but you frame
Things that are known alike, which are not wholesome,
To those which would not know them, and yet must
Perforce be their acquaintance. These exactions
(Whereof my Sov'raign would have note) they are
Most pestilent to th' hearing; and, to bear 'em,
The back is facrifice to th' loads 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 compel 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 fpit their duties out, and cold hearts freeze
Allegiance in them ; All their curses now
where their pray’rs did ; and it's come to pafs,
That tractable obedience is a Nave
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 pleafure.
Wol. And for me,
I have no further gone in this, than by
A single voice; and that not past 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 say,
'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
To cope malicious censurers ; which ever,
As rav nous filhes do a veffel follow
That is new trimm'd; but benefit no further
Than vainly longing. What we oft do best,
By sick interpreters, or weak ones, 'is
Not ours, or not allow'd: what worst, as oft
Hitting a groffer quality, is cry'd up
Queen. God mend all!
King. There's something more would out of thee; what
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 tenour
Was, were he evil us'd, he would out-go-
His father, by as much as a performance
Does an irresolute purpose.
King. There's his period,
To sheath his knife in us; he is attach’d,
Call him to present tryal ; if he may
Find mercy in the Law, 'tis his ; if none,
Let him not seek’t of us: by day and night,
He's traitor to the height.
S.CENE, an Apartment in the Palace.
Enter Lord Chamberlain, and Lord Sands.
Cham. I S't poslīble che spells of France should juggle
Men into such frange mysteries.? (10)
Sai ds. New customs,
Though they be never so ridiculous,
Nay let 'em be unmanly, yet are follow'd:
Ĉbam. As far as I fee, all the good our English
Have got by the last voyage, is but merely
A fit or two o'ch' face, but they are shrewd ones ;
For when they hold 'em, you would swear directly
(10) Men in to such frange Mysteries ?] What Mysteries were these? Why, new fantastick Court-Fashions. But to prove it beyond Doubt to be a spurious Reading, let us consider the Nature of those Superstitions ; that the Metaphors in the foregoing Line allude to. It was the Opinion of the Common People at that time, that Conjurers, Jugglers &c. with their Spells and Charms could force Men to commit idle fantastick Actions ; or change their Shapes into something grotesque and ridiculous. This being alluded to here, tis plain, we must read in the 2d Line ;
Men into such frange Mockeries. a Word, which very well expresses the whimsical Fashions here complain'd
Their very noses had been counsellors
To Pepin or Clotharius, they keep state so. (take it,
Sands. They've all new legs, and lame ones; one would (That never saw 'em pace before) the spavin And spring-halt reign'd among 'em.
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 ?
Enter Sir Thomas Lovell,
Lov. Faith, my lord,
I hear of none, but the new proclamation
That's clap'd upon the court-gate.
Cham. What is’t for?
Lov. The reformation of our travelld gallants, That fill the court with quarrels, talk, and tailors.
Cham. I'm glad, 'tis there ; now I would pray our To think an English courtier may be wile, [Monsieurs 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 fire-works ;
Abusing better men than they can be,
Out of a foreign wisdom ; clean renouncing,
The faith they have in tennis, and tall stockings,
Short bolster'd breeches, and those types of travel ;
And understand again like honeft men,
Or pack to their old play-fellows; 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 grown fo catching.
Cham. What a loss oor 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 'em! I'm glad, they're going : For, sure, there's no converting 'em : now, Sirs, 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 mufick too,
Cbam. Well said, lord Sands;
Your colt's tooth is not cast yet?
Sands. No, my lord,
Nor shall not, while I have a stump.
Chani. Sir Thomas,
Whither are 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,
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 dew falls ev'ry where.
Cbam. No doubt, he's noble;
He had a black mouth, that said other of him.
Sands. He may, my lord, h’as wherewithal: in him,
Sparing would shew a worse sin than ill doctrine. (11)
Men of his way should be most liberal, ..
They're fet here for examples.
Chom. 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 elfe, which I would not be,
For I was spoke to, with Sir Henry Guilford,
b'as wherewithal in him ; Sparing would shew &c.] Thus this has hitherto been falsely pointed. The wherewithal, intended by Lord Sands, was not in the Cardinal's internal Wealth, the Bounty of his Mind; but the Goods of Fortune, his outward Treasures, large Revenues: which would have aggravated the Sin of Parfimony in him. The ingenious Dr. Thirlby likewise corrected this Passage, as I have done,