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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 >

Sure. I can, my liege.

K. Hen. Proceed.

Sun. 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?

Sun. If, quoth he, I for this had been committed,
As, In the Tower, I thought,—/ would have play'd
The part my father meant to act upun
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; Whatsay'st?

Sure. After—the duke his father,—with the knife,

He stretch'd him, and, with one hand on his dagger,
Another spread on his 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.

K. lien. There's his period,

To sheath his knife in us. He is attach'd;
Call him to present trial: 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. [Exeunt.


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
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?

Enter Sir Thomas Lovell.

Lov. 'Faith, my lord,

I hear of none, but the new proclamation
That's clapp'd upon the court-gate.

Cham. What is't for?

Loo. The reformation of our travell'd gallants, That fill the court with quarrels, talk, and tailors.

Cham. I am glad, 'tis there; now I would pray our


To think an English courtier may be wise,
And never see the Louvre.

Lov. They must either

(For so run the conditions,) leave these 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.

Sainis. Tis time to give them physick, their diseases Are grown so catching.

Cham. What a loss our ladies

Will have of these trim vanities!

Lav. 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're


(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.

Cham. Well said, lord Sands;

Your colt's tooth is not cast yet.

Sands. No, my lord;

Nor shall not, while I have a stump.

Cham. Sir Thomas,

Whither were you a 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,
To many lords and ladies; there will be
The beauty -of this kingdom, I'll assure you.

Lov. That churchman bears a bounteous mind


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


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 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 Sullen, and divers Lords, Ladies, and

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