After your highness had reproved the Duke K. Hen. I remember Of such a time: being my sworn servant, The Duke retained him his.-But on: what hence? Surv. 'If,' quoth he, 'I for this had been com mitted, As, to the Tower, I thought,-I would have played The part my father meant to act upon The usurper Richard; who, being at Salisbury, Made suit to come in 's presence; which if granted, As he made semblance of his duty, would Have pat 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,' He stretched him, and, with one hand on his dagger, Another spread on his breast, mounting his eyes, He did discharge a horrible oath; whose tenor K. Hen. To sheathe his knife in us. There's his period, He is attached d; Call him to present trial: if he may Find mercy in the law, 't is his; if none, Let him not seek 't of us. By day and night, [Exeunt. SCENE III.-A Room in the Palace. Enter the Lord Chamberlain and Lord SANDS. Cham. Is 't possible the spells of France should juggle Men into such strange mysteries? Sands. Though they be never so ridiculous, New customs, Nay, let 'em be unmanly, yet are followed. 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 'em, 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 'em pace before, the spavin And springhalt reigned among 'em. Cham. Death! my lord, Their clothes are after such a pagan cut too, That, sure, they've worn out Christendom. Enter Sir THOMAS LOVELL. How now? What news, Sir Thomas Lovell ? Lov. 'Faith, my lord, I hear of none, but the new proclamation That's clapped upon the court-gate. Cham. What is 't for? Lov. The reformation of our travelled gallants, That fill the court with quarrels, talk, and tailors. Cham. I am glad 't is there: now, I would pray our monsieurs To think an English courtier may be wise, And never see the Louvre. Lov. They must either— For so run the conditions-leave those remnants Of fool, and feather, that they got in France. With all their honourable points of ignorance Out of a foreign wisdom; renouncing clean Or pack to their old playfellows: there, I take it, The lag end of their lewdness, and be laughed at. Sands. 'Tis time to give 'em physic, their diseases 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 'em! I am glad they 're going, For, sure, there's no converting of 'em: 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 music too. Your colt's tooth is not cast yet. Sands. Nor shall not, while I have a stump. Cham. Well said, Lord Sands : No, my lord, Sir Thomas, To the Cardinal's. O, 't is true : Cham. Whither were you a-going? Lov. Your lordship is a guest too. Cham 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 indeed, 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. Sands. He may, my lord,-has wherewithal; in him Sparing would show a worse sin than ill doctrine: Men of his way should be most liberal ; They are set here for examples. Cham. But few now give so great ones. True, they are so; My barge stays; Your lordship shall along.-Come, good Sir Thomas, |