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And, though we leave it with a root, thus hack'd
The air will drink the sap. To every county,
Where this is question'd, send our letters, with
Free pardon to each man that has denied
The force of this commission : Pray, look to 't;
I put it to your care.

A word with you. [To the Secretary.
Let there be letters writ to every shire,
Of the king's grace and pardon. The griev'd com-
Hardly conceive of me; let it be nois'd,
That through our intercession this revokement
And pardon comes : I shall anon advise you
Further in the proceeding.

[Exit Secretary.
Enter Surveyor.
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,
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,
Who was enrolld '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
As if besmear'd in hell. Sit by 118 ; you shall hear
(This was his gentleman in trust) of him
Things to strike honour sad.-Bid him recount
The fore-recited practices ; whereof
We caunot feel too little, hear too much.


Wol. Stand forth ; and with bold spirit relate what

Most like a careful subject, have collected
Out of the duke of Buckingham.
K. Hen.

Speak freely.
Surv. First, it was usual with hiin, 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,
Lord Aberga'ny; to whom by oath he menac'd
Revenge upon the cardinal.

Please your highness, note
This dangerous conception in this point.
Not friended by his wish, to your high person
His will is most malignant; and it stretches
Beyond you, to your friends.
Q. Kath.

My learu'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?

He was brought to this
By a vain prophecy of Nicholas Henton.

K. Hen. What was that Henton ?

Sir, a Chartreux friar,
His confessor ; who feil 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 Saint Lawrence Poultney, did of me demand What was the speech among the Londoners Concerning the French journey : I replied, Men fear'd the French would prove perfidions, To the king's danger. Presently the duke

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Said, 'T was the fear, indeed ; and that he doubted,
’T would prove the verity of certain words
Spoke by a holy monk : “ that oft,” says he,
“ Hath sent to me, wishing me to permit
John de la Car, my chaplain, a choice hour
To hear from him a matter of some moment;
Whom after under the confession's seal
He solemnly had swom, that, what he spoke,
My chaplain to no creature living, but
To me, should utter, with demure confidence
This pausingly ensued-Neither the king, nor his heirs;
(Tell you the duke) shall prosper : bid him strive
To gain the love of the commonalty; the duke
Sball govern England.”.
Q. Kath.

If I know you well,
You were the duke's surveyor, and lost your office
On the complaint o' the tenants : Take good heed
You charge not in your spleen a noble person,
And spoil your nobiler soul! I say, take heed;
Yes, heartily beseech you.
K. Hen.

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 deceiy'd; and that 't was dangerous

for him
To ruminate on this so far, until
It forg'd him some design, which, being believ'd,
It was much like to do: He answer'd, “Tush !
It can do me no damage:” adding further,
That had the king in his last sickness fail'd,
The cardinal's and sir Thomas Lorell's heads
Should have gone oft.
K. Hen.

Ha! what so rank? Ab, ha ! There's mischief in this man : Canst thou say further ?

Surv. I can, my liege.
K. Hen.



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 ? Surv. “If,” quoth he, “I for this had been com

mitted, 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, Made suit to come in his presence; which if granter, 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?

what say'sť? Surv. After the duke his father,"—with “the

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

-were he evil us'd, he would outgo
His father, by as much as a performance
Does an irresolute purpose.
K. Hen.

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, 't is his; if none,
Let him not seek 't of us: by day and night,
He's traitor to the height.


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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 ?a

New customs,
Though they be ever so ridi
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 neyer saw them pace before, the spavin,
A springhalt reign'd among them.

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 ?


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

What is 't for?
Lov. The reformation of our travell’d 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.

* Mysteries—artificial fashions.

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