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Sent down among them, which have flaw'd the heart
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
The sides of loyalty, and almost appears
In loud rebellion.
Nor. Not almost appears,
It doth appear; for, upon these taxations,
And lack of other means, in desperate manner
K. Hen. Taxation!
and what taxation ?-My lord cardinal,
You that are blamed for it alike with us,
Wol. Please you, Sir,
I know but of a single part, in aught
Pertains to the state; and front but in that file*
Q. Kath. No, my lord,
You know no more than others: but you frame
Things, that are known alike; which are not wholesome
K. Hen. Still exaction!
The nature of it? In what kind, let's know
Q. Kath. I am much too venturous
In tempting of your patience; but am bolden'd
Under your promised pardon. The subject's grief
Comes through commissions, which compel from each
Without delay; and the pretence for this
Is named, your wars in France: This makes bold mouths:
Tongues spit their duties out, and cold hearts freeze
Allegiance in them; their curses now,
Live where their prayers did; and it's come to pass,
To each incensed will. I would, your highness
* I am only one among the other counsellors.
Would give it quick consideration, for
This is against our pleasure.
I have no farther gone in this, than by
A single voice; and that not pass'd me, but
If I am traduced by tongues, which neither know
The chronicles of my doing,-let me say,
"Tis but the fate of place, and the rough braket
To cope§ malicious censurers; which ever,
That is new trimmed; but benefit no further
what worst, as oft. Hitting a grosser quality, is cried up
For our best act. If we shall stand still,
In fear our motion will be mock'd or carp'd at,
K. Hen. Things done well,
And with a care, exempt themselves from fear;
From every tree, lop,** bark, and part o' the timber:
The force of this commission: Pray, look to't;
Wol. A word with you.
Let there be letters writ to every shire,
Of the king's grace and pardon. The grieved commons
Hardly conceive of me; let it be noised,
That, through our intercession, this revokement
And pardon comes: I shall anon advise you
Q. Kath. I am sorry, that the duke of Buckingham Is run in your displeasure.
K. Hen. It grieves many :
The gentleman is learn'd, and a most rare speaker,
When these so noble benefits shall prove
Not well dispos'd, the mind growing once corrupt,
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
Out of the duke of Buckingham.
K. Hen. Speak freely.
Surv. First, it was usual with him, every day
Wol. Please your highness, note
This dangerous conception in this point.
His will is most malignant; and it stretches
Beyond you, to your friends.
QKath. My learn'd lord cardinal,
Deliver all with charity.
K. Hen. Speak on:
How grounded he his title to the crown,
Upon our fail; to this point hast thou heard him
At any time speak aught?
Surv. He was brought to this
By a vain prophecy of Nicholas Hopkins.
K. Hen. What was that Hopkins?
Surv. Sir, a Chartreux friar,
His confessor; who fed him every minute
With words of sovereignty.
K. Hen. How know'st thou this?
Surv. Not long before your highness sped to France,
The duke being at the Rose,† within the parish
• Conduct, manage.
† Now Merchant Taylors' School.
Saint Lawrence Poultney, did of me demand
To me, should utter, with demure confidence
This pausingly ensued,-Neither the king, nor his heirs,
Q. Kath. If I know you well,
You were the duke's surveyor, and lost your office
K. Hen. Let him on:
Surv. On my soul, I'll speak but truth.
I told my lord the duke, By the devil's illusions
The monk might be deceived; and that 'twas dang'rous for him,
To ruminate on this so far, until
It forged him some design, which, being believed,
It was much like to do: He answer'd, Tush!
It can do me no damage: adding further,
K. Hen. Ha! what, so rank ?* Ah, ha!
Surv. I can, my liege.
K. Hen. Proceed.
Surv. Being at Greenwich,
-Canst thou say further ?
After your highness had reproved 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 committed, As to the Tower, I thought,-I would have play'd The part my father meant to act upon
The usurper Richard: who, being at Salisbury,
* I. e. as strong weeds.
Made suit to come in his presence; which if granted,
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; What say'st!
Surv. After-the duke his father, with the knife,-
K. Hen. There's his period,
To sheath his knife in us. He is attach'd;
SCENE III.—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 fitt 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
And 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.
* Convulsions in horses.