Nor. Which is budded out; For Francehathflaw'd the league, and hath attach'd Aber. Is it therefore The ambassador is silenc'd1? Nor. Marry, is't. Aber. A propertitle of a peace2; and purchas'd That it do singe yourself: We may out-run, At a superfluous rate! Buck. Why, all this business Our reverend cardinal carry'd. Nor. Like it your grace, The state takes notice of the private difference Enter Cardinal Wolsey, the purse borne before him, Wol. The duke of Buckingham's surveyor? ha? Secr. Here, so please you. By violent swiftness, that which we run at, I am thankful to you; and I'll go along 25 30 Nor. Say not, treasonous. [ingham 35 Did break i' the rinsing. Wol. Well, we shall then know more; and BuckShall lessen this big look. [Exeunt Cardinal, and his train. Buck.Thisbutcher'scur' is venom-mouth'd, and Have not the power to muzzle him; therefore, best Not wake him in his slumber. A beggar's book Out-worths a noble's blood*. Nor. What, are you chaf'd? Ask God for temperance; that's the appliance Buck. I read in his looks 40 Nor. 'Faith, and so it did. Matter against me; and his eye revil'd Nor. Stay, my lord, And let your reason with your choler question 'Silenc'd for recalled. A fine name of a peace! spoken ironically. 'Wolsey, as has been before observed, is said to have been the son of a butcher. + That is, the literary qualifications of a bookish beggar are more prized than the high descent of hereditary greatness. This is a contemptuous exclamation very naturally put into the mouth of one of the ancient, unletter'd, martial nobility. i.e. he stabs or wounds me by some artifice or fiction. ⚫i. e. from honest indignation; warmth of integrity. ? i. e. excites. And break the foresaid peace. Let the king know, Nor. I am sorry To hear this of him; and could wish, he were Buck. No, not a syllable; I do pronounce him in that very shape, Enter Brandon; a Serjeant at Arms before him, and two or three of the guard. Bran. Your office, serjeant; execute it. My lord the duke of Buckingham, and earl Buck. Lo you, my lord, The net has fallen upon me; I shall perish Bran. I am sorry To see you ta'en from liberty, to look on 10 Of a full-charg'd confederacy; and give thanks And point by point the treasons of his master' A noise within, crying, Room for the Queen. Enter the Queen, ushered by the Dukes of Norfolk and Suffolk: she kneels. The king riseth from his state, takes her up, kisses, and places her by him. Queen. Nay,we must longer kneel; I am a suitor. King. Arise, and take your place by us :-Half your suit 15 Never name to us; you have half our power: The other moiety, ere you ask, is given; Repeat your will, and take it. Queen. Thank your majesty. That you would love yourself; and, in that love, 20 Not unconsider'd leave your honour, nor The dignity of your office, is the point Of my petition. Kig. Lady mine, proceed. Queen. I am solicited, not by a few, The business present: 'Tis his highness' pleasure, 25 And those of true condition, that your subjects You shall to the Tower. Buck. It will help me nothing, To plead mine innocence; for that dye is on me, Which makes my whitest part black. The will of heaven Be done in this and all things!I obey.- Bran. Nay, he must bear you company:-The 30 Is pleas'd, you shall to the Tower, 'till you know 35 Buck. So, so; 40 Are in great grievance: There have been com missions [heart Sent down among them, which have flaw'd the Of all their loyalties:-wherein, although, [To Wolsey. My good lord cardinal, they vent reproaches Most bitterly on you, as putter-on Of these exactions, yet the king our master, (Whose honour heaven shield from soil!) even he escapes not Language unmannerly, yea, such which breaks Nor. Not almost appears, It doth appear: for, upon these taxations, The many to them 'longing, have put off These are the limbs of the plot: No more, I hope. 45 And lack of other means, in desperate manner Bran. A monk o' the Chartreux. Buck. O, Nicholas Hopkins? Bran. He. [dinal Buck. My surveyor is false; the o'er-great car- SCENE II. The Council Chamber. [Exeunt. 55 Cornet. Enter King Henry,leaning on the Cardinal's shoulder; the Nobles, and Sir Thomas Lovel. The Cardinal places himself under the King's 60 feet, on his right side. King. My life itself, and the best heart of it, Thanks you for this great care: I stood i' the level i.e. the multitude. i. e. I am but first in the row of counsellors. The The back is sacrifice to the 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 ain much too venturous Let there be letters writ to every shire, commons Hardly conceive of me; let it be nois'd, 5 That, through our intercession, this revokement And pardon comes: I shall anon advise you Further in the proceeding. [Exit Secretary. Enter Surveyor. In tempting of your patience; but am bolden'd The sixth part of his substance, to be levy'd To each incensed will. I would, your highness King. By my life, This is against our pleasure. 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 am To cope' malicious censurers; which ever, King. Things done well, Queen. I am 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 see, When these so 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 complete, 20 Who was enroll'd 'mongst wonders, and when we, Almost with ravish'd list'ning, 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 25 As if besmear'd in hell. Sit by us; you shall hear (This was his gentleman in trust) of him Things to strike honour sad.-Bid him recount The fore-recited practices; whereof 130 35 We cannot feel too little, hear too much. Wol. Stand forth; and with bold spirit relate what you, Most like a careful subject, have collected King. Speak freely. Surv. First, it was usual with him, every day It would infect his speech, That if the king Should without issue die, he'd carry it so To make the sceptre his: These very words I have heard him utter to his son-in-law, 40 Lord Aberga'ny; to whom by oath he menac' Revenge upon the cardinal. Wol. Please your highness, note Queen. My learn'd lord cardinal, 50 How grounded he his title to the crown, And with a care, exempt themselves from fear: Wol. A word with you. [To the Secretary. 60 Surv. He was brought to this By a vain prophecy of Nicholas Hopkins. King. What was that Hopkins? Sure. Sir, a Chartreux friar, His confessor; who fed him every minute With words of sovereignty. [France, King. How know'st thou this? Surv. Not long before your highness sped to The duke being at the Rose, within the parish 2 i. e. stop. 1i. e. no matter of state that more earnestly presses a dispatch. 3 i. e. to enOnce is not unfrequently used for sometime, or at one time or other, among our anLop signifies the branches. counter with. cient writers. Xx2 Saint Saint Lawrence Poultney, did of me demand Queen. If I know you well, You were the duke's surveyor, and lost your office King. Let him on: Go forward. Surv. 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'rous for him To ruminate on this so far, until It forg'd him some design, which, being believ'd, King. Ha! what, so rank1? Ah, ha! [further? Cham. Death! my lord, Their clothes are after such a pagan cut too, [ly, Canst thou say 40 That,sure,they have worn out Christendom. How After your highness had reprov'd the duke King. I remember What news, Sir Thomas Lovel? Enter Sir Thomas Lovel. Lov. Faith, my lord, I hear of none, but the new proclamation 45 That's clapp'd upon the court gate. Of such a time:-Being my sworn servant, The usurper Richard: who, being at Salisbury, Have put his knife into him. Cham. What is 't for? [now ? Lov. 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 monsieurs To think an English courtier may be wise, Lov. They must either (For so run the conditions) leave these remnants |55|Of fool, and feather', that they got in France, 1 Rank weeds are weeds that are grown up to great height and strength.-What, says the king, was he advanced to this pitch? Mysteries were allegorical shews, which the mummers of those times exhibited in odd and fantastic habits. Mysteries are used, by an easy figure, for those that exhibited mysteries; and the sense is only, that the travelled Englishmen were metamorphosed, by foreign fashions, into such an uncouth appearance, that they looked like mummers in a mystery. A fit of the face seems to be what we now term a grimace, an artificial cast of the countenance. 4 The stringhalt, or springhalt, is a disease incident to horses, which gives them a convulsive motion in their paces. This 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 gentemen carrying fans of feathers in their hands. With With all their honourable points of ignorance Or pack to their old play-fellows: there, I take it, Chum. What a loss our ladies Loc. Av, marry, Salutes you all: This night he dedicates The very thought of this fair company Cham. You are young, Sir Harry Guilford. There will be woe indeed, lords: the sly whore- A long time out of play, may bring his plain song, Cham. Well said, lord Sands; 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, Lov. That churchman bears a bounteous mind A hand as fruitful as the land that feeds us; Cham. No doubt, he's noble; He had a black mouth, that said other of him. in him, 20 [fessor Lov. O, that your lordship were but now conTo one or two of these! Sands. I would, I were; They should find easy penance. Lov. 'Faith, how easy? Sands. As easy as a down-bed would afford it. Harry, 25 Place you that side, I'll take the charge of this: 30 Sands. By my faith, 35 40 And thank your lordship.-By your leave, sweet ladies: If I chance to talk a little wild, forgive me; I had it from my father. Anne. Was he mad, sir? [Sits. [too: Sands. O, very mad, exceeding mad, in love [Kisses her. Cham. Well said, my lord.— Sands. For my little cure, Sparing would shew a worse sin than ill doctrine: 45 Let me alone. 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: Thomas, -Come, good Sir 50 We shall be late else; which I would not be, Hautboys. Enter Cardinal Wolsey, and takes his state. Wol. You are welcome, my fair guests; that noble lady, Or gentleman, that is not freely merry, Is not my friend: This, to confirm my welcome; Sands. Your grace is noble :- [Exeunt. 55 And save me so much talking. Changes to York-Place. Hautboys. A small table under a state for the Cardinal, a longer table for the guests. Then enter Anne Bullen, and divers other Ladies and Gen-60 tlewomen, as guests, at one door; at another door, enter Sir Henry Guilford. Guil, Ladies, a general welcome from his grace Wol. My lord Sands, I am beholden to you:-cheer your neighbours:- Sands. The red wine first must rise Anne. You are a merry gamester, i. e. breeches puff'd, swell'd out like blisters. My |