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The duke being at the Rose, within the parish Saint Lawrence Poultney, did of me demand What was the speech amongst 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, 'Twas the fear, indeed; and that he doubted, 'Twould 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 Court, 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 his
heirs, (Tell you the duke) shall prosper: bid hin stride To gain the love of the commonalty; the duke Shall govern England. Q. Kath.
If I know you well, You were the duke's surveyor, and lost your office On the complaint o' the tenants : Take good heed, You charge not in your spleen a noble person, And spoil your nobler soul! I say, take heed; Yes, heartily beseech you. K. Hen.
Let him on:Go forward.
Suro. 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 'twas dang'r
ous for him, To ruminate ou this so far, until It iuo'd him some design, which, being believ'd, It was muu. like to do: He answer'd, Tush! It can do me nouumage: adding further, That, had the king in fins lunt sickness fail'd,
* Now Merchant-Taylor's School.
The cardinal's and sir Thomas Lovell's heads
Ha! what, so rank? Ah, ha! There's mischief in this man:-Canst thou say fur
ther? Suro. I can, my liege. K. Hen.
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 servant sworn, The duke retain'd him his. But on; What hence? Surv. If, quoth he, I for this had been com
A giant traitor! Wol. Now, madam, may his highness live in free
dom, And this man out of prison? Q. Kath.
God mend all! K. Hen. There's something more would out of
thee; What say'st? Suru. After the duke his father, --- with the
Find mercy in the law, 'tis his; if none,
A room in the Palace.
Enter the Lord Chamberlain, and Lord Sands. Cham. Is it possible, the spells of France should
juggle Men into such strange mysteries? Sands.
New customs, Though they be never so ridiculous, Nay, let them be unmanly, yet are follow'd.
Cham, As far as I see, all the good our English
one would take it,
Death! my lord,
now? What news, sir Thomas Lovell?
Enter Sir Thomas Lovell.
'Faith, my lord,
+ Disease incident to horses.
I hear of none, but the new proclamation
What is't for? Lov. The reformation of our travellid gallants, That fill the court with quarrels, talk, and tailors. Cham. I am glad, 'tis there ; now I would pray
They must either
What a loss our ladies
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 musick too.
* A palace at Paris.
+ With aythority.
Well said, lord Sands; Your colt's tooth is not cast yet. Sands.
No, my lord;
To the cardinal's;
O, 'tis true:
deed, A hand as fruitful as the land that feeds us; His dews fall every where. | 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.
• The speaker is at Bridewell, and the cardinal's house was at Whitehall.