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And stick them in our will. Sixth part of each!
[To the Secretary.
Wol. A word with you. Let there be letters writ to ev'ry fhire Of the King's grace and pardon: The griev'd commons Hardly conceive of me; let it be nois'd, That through our interceffion, this revokement And pardon comes; I fhall anon advise you Further in the proceeding.
Queen. I'm forry that the Duke of Buckingham Is run in your displeasure.
King. It grieves many;
The gentleman is learn'd, a moft rare fpeaker,,
We cannot feel too little, hear too much.
King. Speak freely.
Surv. First, it was ufual with him, ev'ry day
Wol. Please your Highness, note
His dangerous conception in this point,
Queen. My learn'd lord Cardinal,
King. Speak on;
How grounded he his title to the crown
Surv. He was brought to this,
By a vain prophefie of Nicolas Hopkins.
His confeffor, who fed him ev'ry minute
King. How know'st thou this?
Surv. Not long before your Highnefs fped to France, The Duke being at the Rofe, within the parish St. Lawrence Poultrey, did of me demand What was the fpeech among the Londoners Concerning the French journey? I reply'd, Men fear'd the French would prove perfidious To the King's danger: prefently 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, fays he,.
Hath fent to me, wifhing me to permit
To me fhould utter) with demure confidence
Queen. If I know you well,
You were the Duke's furveyor, and loft your office
King. Let him on.
Surv. On my foul, I'll fpeak but truth. I told my lord the Duke, by th' devil's illufions The Monk might be deceiv'd, and that 'twas dang'rous For him to ruminate on this, until
It forg'd him fome defign, (which, being believ'd,
It can do me no damage: adding further,
King. Ha! what, fo rankah ha
There's mifchief in this man; can't thou fay further?
Surv. Being at Greenwich,
After your Highnefs had reprov'd the Duke
King. I remember
Of fuch a time, he being my fworn fervant,
As to the Tower, I thought; I would have plaid
King. A giant traitor!
Wol. Now, Madam, may his Highness live in freedoms And this man out of prifon?
Queen. God mend all.
King. There's fomething more would out of thee; what fay'ft?
Surv. After the Duke his father with the knife, He ftretch'd him, and with one hand on his dagger, Another spread on's breaft, mounting his eyes, He did discharge a horrible oath, whofe tenour. Was, were he evil us'd, he would out-go His father, by as much as a performance Does an irrefolute purpofe.
King. There's his period,
To heath his knife in us: he is attach'd,
Enter Lord Chamberlain, and Lord Sands.
Chamb. S't poffible the fpells of France fhould juggle
Cham. As far as I fee, all the good our English
Their very nofes had been counsellors
Sands. They've all new legs, and lame ones; one
(That never faw 'em pace before) the spavin. And fpring-halt reign'd among 'em.
Cham. Death! my lord,
Their clothes are after fuch a pagan cut too,
Enter Sir Thomas Lovell.
Lov. 'Faith, my lord,
I hear of none, but the new proclamation
Cham. What is't for?
Lov. The reformation of our travell'd gallants, That fill the court with quarrels, talk and tailors.
Cham. I'm glad 'tis there; now I would pray out
To think an English courtier may be wife,
Lov. They must either
(For fo run the conditions) leaye those remnants
Or pack to their old play-fellows; there, I take it,
The lag-end of their lewdnefs, and be laugh'd at. Sands. 'Tis time to give them phyfick, their diseases are grown fo catching.
Cham. What a lofs our ladies Will have of these trim vanities? Lov. Ay marry,