The fixth part of his fubftance, to be levy'd Is nam'd, your wars in France: This makes bold Tongues fpit their duties out, and cold hearts freeze To each incenfed will. I would, your highnefs This is against our pleasure. Wel. And for me, I have no further gone in this, than by A fingle voice; and that not past me, but To cope 3 malicious cenfurers; which ever, For our best act. If we fhall ftand still, In fear our motion will be mock'd or carp'd at, King. Things done well, And with a care, exempt themselves from fear: Wel. A word with you. 15 Queen. I am forry, that the duke of Buckingham is run in your displeasure. King. It grieves many : The gentleman is learn'd, a moft rare speaker, Not well difpos'd, the mind growing once corrupt, 25 30 35 140 451 501 55 Things to ftrike honour fad.-Bid him recount We cannot feel too little, hear too much. Wel. Stand forth; and with bold fpirit relate what you, Moft like a careful subject, have collected 6c [To the Secretary. Surv. Not long before your highness sped to France, The duke being at the Rofe, within the parish 1 i. c. no matter of ftate that more earnestly preffes a dispatch. 2 i. e. Nop. 3 i. e. to en counter with. 4 Once is not unfrequently used for fometime, or at one time or other, among our ancient writers. S Lop fignifies the branches. X x 2 Saint Saint Lawrence Poultney, did of me demand To me, fhould utter, with demure confidence This paufingly enfu'd,-Neither the king nor his heirs, (Tell you the duke) shall profper: bid him ftrive Queen. If I know you well, You were the duke's surveyor, and loft your office And spoil your nobler foul; I say, take heed; King. Let him on : Go forward. ́ Surv. On my foul, I'll speak but truth. I told my lord the duke, By the devil's illufions The monk might be deceiv'd; and that 'twas 3 A fit or two o' the face 3; but they are shrewd ones; dang 'rous for him To ruminate on this fo far, until It forg'd him fome defign, which, being believ'd, It can do me no damage: adding further, 35 Should have gone off. King. Ha! what, so rank '? Ah, ha! [further? There's mifchief in this man For, when they hold 'em, you would fwear directly, To Pepin, or Clotharius, they keep ftate fo. That never faw them pace before, the spavin Cham. Death! my lord, Their cloaths are after fuch a pagan cut too, -Canst thou fay 4c That, fure, they have worn out Christendom. How After your highness had reprov'd the duke King. I remember Of fuch a time:-Being my fworn fervant, The part my father meant to act upon The ufurper Richard: who, being at Salisbury, Have put bis knife into bim. (For fo run the conditions) leave thefe remnants |55|Of fool, and feather, that they got in France, I Rank weeds are weeds that are grown up to great height and strength. What, fays the king, was be advanced to this pitch? 2 Mysteries were allegorical fhews, which the mummers of thofe times exhibited in odd and fantaftic habits. Myfteries are used, by an easy figure, for those that exhibited myfteries; and the fenfe is only, that the travelled Englishmen were metamorphofed, by foreign fashions, into fuch an uncouth appearance, that they looked like mummers in a mystery. 3 A fit of the face feems to be what we now term a grimace, an artificial caft of the countenance. 4 The firingbalt, or Springbalt, is a difeafe incident to horfes, which gives them a convulfive motion in their paces. does not allude to the feathers anciently worn in the hats and caps of our countrymen (a circumstance to which no ridicule could justly belong), but to an effeminate fashion of young gentlemen carrying fans of feathers in their hands. 5 This With With all their honourable points of ignorance Or pack to their old play-fellows: there, I take it, 5 Salutes you all: This night he dedicates To fair content, and you: none here, he hopes, The very thought of this fair company The lag end of their lewdness, and be laugh'd at. 10 Clapp'd wings to me. Are grown fo catching. Cham. What a lofs our ladies Will have of these trim vanities! Lev. Ay, marry, Leafes There will be woe indeed, lords: the fly whorefons A long time out of play, may bring his plain-fong, Cham. Well faid, lord Sands; Your colt's tooth is not cast yet. Sands. No, my lord; Nor fhall not, while I have a stump. Cham. You are young, Sir Harry Guilford. Sands. Sir Thomas Lovel, had the cardinal But half my lay-thoughts in him, fome of these Should find a running banquet ere they refted, 15I think, would better please 'em: By my life, They are a fweet fociety of fair ones. 20 25 30 35 40 Lov. O, that your lordship were but now confeffor Sands. I would, I were; Lov. 'Faith, how eafy? Sands. As easy as a down-bed would afford it. So, now you are fairly feated :-Gentlemen, Sands. For my little cure, 45 Let me alone. Hautboys. Enter Cardinal Wolfey, and takes bis flate. Wol. You are welcome, my fair guests; that noble lady, Sirso Or gentleman, that is not freely merry, Is not my friend: This, to confirm my welcome; Sands. Your grace is noble : Let me have fuch a bowl may hold my thanks, [Exeunt. 55 And fave me so much talking. Changes to York-Place. Hautboys. Afmall table under a state for the Cardinal, a longer table for the guifts. Then enter Anne Bullen, and divers other Ladies and Gentle-60| vamen, as guests, at one door; at another door, enter Sir Henry Guilford. Gail, Ladies, a general welcome from his grace I am beholden to you :-cheer your neighbours :- Sands. The red wine firft must rife In their fair cheeks, my lord; then we shall have 'em Anne. You are a merry gamefter, 1 i. e. breeches puff'd, swell'd out like bliftersa X X 3 My tongue; And, pray, receive 'em nobly, and conduct 'em You have now a broken banquet; but we'll mend it. A noble company! What are their pleasures? To tell your grace ;---That, having heard by fame This night to meet here, they could do no lefs, By all your good leaves, gentlemen ;---Here I'l King. You have found him, cardinal: 25 30 35 40 Wol. I am glad, 4 King. Lead in your ladies, every one.---Sweet i. e. if I make my party. 2 A chamber is a gun (ufed only on occafions of rejoicing) which ftands erect on its breech, and fo contrived as to carry great charges, and thereby to make a noife more than proportioned to its bulk. They are called chambers because they are mere chambers to lodge powder; a chamber being the technical term for that cavity in a piece of ordnance which contains the combustibles. Chambers are still fired in the Park, and at the places oppofite to the Parliament-houfe, when the king goes thither. 3. e. take the chief place. • i. e. unluckily, mischievously. Kifs was anciently the established fee of a lady's partner. 5 A ACT 3 CENE I. A Street. ACT II. Enter two Gentlemen at feveral doors. x Gen. W1 Gen. O,-God fave you! HITHER away so fast? Even to the hall, to hear what fhall become Of the great duke of Buckingham. 1 Gen. I'll fave you 5 Then deputy of Ireland; who remov'd, 2 Gen. That trick of ftate Was a deep envious one. 1 Gen. At his return, No doubt, he will requite it. This is noted, That labour, fir. All's now done, but the ceremony 10 And far enough from court too. Of bringing back the prifoner. 2 Gen. Were you there? 1 Gen. Yes, indeed, was I. 2 Gen. Pray, speak, what has happen'd? 1 Gen. You may guess quickly what. 2 Gen. Is he found guilty? 1 Gen. Yes, truly, is he, and condemn'd upon it.] 2 Gen. I am forry for't. 1 Gen. So are a number more. 2 Gen. But, pray, how pass'd it? 1 Gen. I'll tell you in a little. The great duke Came to the bar; where, to his accufations, Urg'd on the examinations, proofs, confeffions At which appear'd against him, his surveyor; 2 Gen. That was he, That fed him with his prophecies? 1 Gen. The fame. [not: All these accus'd him strongly; which he fain 2 Gen. After all this, how did he bear himself? 1 Gen. When he was brought again to the bar, -to hear His knell rung out, his judgment,—he was ftirr'd 1 Gen. Sure, he does not, He never was fo womanify; the cause He may a little grieve at. 2 Gen. Certainly, The cardinal is the end of this. 20 25 Be what they will, I heartily forgive 'em : Yet let 'em look they glory not in mischief, Nor build their evils on the graves of great men ; For then my guiltless blood must cry against 'em. 40 For further life in this world I ne'er hope, Nor will I fue, although the king have mercies More than I dare make faults. You few that lov'd me, And dare be bold to weep for Buckingham, 45 His noble friends, and fellows, whom to leave Is only bitter to him, only dying, Go with me, like good angels, to my end; And, as the long divorce of fteel falls on me, Make of your prayers one sweet sacrifice, 50 And lift my foul to heaven.-Lead on, o' God's |