Is nam'd, your wars in France: This makes bold That he may furnish and instruct great teachers, mouths: Tongues fpit their duties out, and cold hearts freeze To each incenfed will. I would, your highness King. By my life, This is against our pleasure. Wol. And for me, but I have no further gone in this, than by And never feek for aid out of himself. Yet fee, Wol. Stand forth; and with bold fpirit relate Moft like a careful fubject, have collected That virtue must go through. We must not stint 2 Out of the duke of Buckingham. To cope 3 malicious cenfurers; which ever, In fear our motion will be mock'd or carp'd at, King. Things done well, And with a care, exempt themfelves from fear : The force of this commiftion: Pray, look to 't; Wol. A word with you. King. Speak freely. Surv. First, it was ufual with him, every day To make the fcepter his : Thefe very words Wol. Pleafe your highness, note 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 prophecy of Nicholas Hopkins. Surv. Sir, a Chartreux friar, His confeffor; who fed him every minute King. How know'it thou this? 1 i. e. no matter of ftate that more earneftly preffes a dispatch. encounter with. ancient writers. 2 i. e. flop. 3 i. e. to 4 Once is not unfrequently used for sometime, or at one time or other, among our 5 Lop lignities the branches. X X 2 Saint Saint Lawrence Poultney, did of me demand Men fear'd, the French would prove perfidious, This paufingly enfa'd,- Neither the king now his heirs, Queen. If I know you well, You were the duke's furveyor, and loft your office King. Let him on :-- Go forward. Surv. On my foul, I'll speak but truth. I told my lord the duke, By the devil's illufions The monk might be deceiv'd; and that 'twas dang rous for him To ruminate on this fo far, until It forg'd him fome, defign, which, being believ'd, King. Ha! what, fo rank? Ah, ha! [further King. Proceed. Suv. Being at Greenwich, After your highness had reprov'd the duke King. I remember King. A giant traitor! [freedom, Wol. Now, madam, may his highnefs live in And this man out of prifon? King. There's fomething more would out of He is attach'd; King. There's his period, SCENE III. [Exeunt. Though they be never fo ridiculous, Sands. They have all new legs, and laine ones; That never faw them pace before, the spavin Cham. Death! my lord, Lot. The reformation of our travell'd gallants, To think an English courtier may be wife, Lov. They muit either For fo run the conditions) leave thefe remnants 3 A Rank weeds are weeds that are grown up to great height and strength. What, fays the king, as he advanced to this pitch? 2 Myfteries were allegorical fhews, which the mummers of those times exhibited in odd and fantastic habits. Myleries are ufcd, by an eafy figure, for those that exhibited myfleries; and the fente is only, that the travelled Englishmen were metamorphofed, by foreign fashions, into fuch an uncouth appearance, that they looked like mummers in a myftery. fit of the face feems to be what we now term a grimace, an artificial caft of the countenance. fringhalt, or Springhalt, is a difcafe incident to hories, which gives them a convulfive motion in their paces. 5 This does not allude to the feathers anciently worn in the hats and caps of our countrymen (a circumftance to which no ridicule could juftly belong), but to an effeininate fathion of young gentlemen carrying fans of feathers in their hauds. 4 The With all their honourable points of ignorance. 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 difAre grown fo catching. Cham. What a lofs our ladies Will have of these trim vanities! Lov. Ay, marry, [eates There will be woe indeed, lords: the fly whorefons Cham. Well faid, lord Sands; Your colt's tooth is not caft yet. Nor fhall not, while I have a stump. Whither were you going? Lov. To the cardinal's; Your lordship is a gueft too. Cham. O, 'tis true: This night he makes a fupper, 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 faid other of him. Sands. He may, my lord, he has wherewithal; in him, Sparing would fhew a worfe fin than ill doctrine: Cham. True, they are fo; But few now give fo great ones. My barge ftays; We fhall be late elfe; which I would not be, SCEN E IV. Changes to York-Place? [Excant. Hautboys. Afmall table under a ftate for the Cardinal, a longer table for the guests. Then enter Anne Bullen, and divers other Ladies and Gentlewomen, as guests, at one door; at another door, en'er Sir Henry Guilford. Guil. Ladies, a general welcome from his grace Salutes you all: This night he dedicates To fair content, and you: none here, he hopes, The very thought of this fair company Cham. You are young, Sir Harry Guilford. Lov. O, that your lordship were but now confeffor To one or two of thefe ! Sands. I would, I were ; They thould find eafy penance. Lov. Faith, how eafy? Sands. As easy as a down-bed would afford it. Cham. Sweet ladies, will it pleafe you fit? Sir Harry, Place you that fide, I'll take the charge of this: His grace is entring.—Nay, you must not freeze; Two women plac'd together make cold weather :— My lord Sands, you are one will keep 'em waking: Pray, fit between thefe ladies. [So, now you are fairly feated :-Gentlemen, Sands. For my little cure, Hautboys. Enter Cardinal Wolfey, and takes his State. I am beholden to you :cheer your neighbours :- Sands. The red wine first must rise Anne. You are a merry gamefter, 1 i. c. breeches puff'd, My For fo they feem: they have left their barge, and My royal choice. landed; And hither make, as great ambassadors From foreign princes. Wol. Good lord chamberlain, Go, give 'em welcome, you can fpeak the French tongue; And, pray, receive 'em nobly, and conduct 'em A noble company! What are their pleasures ? To tell your grace ;-That, having heard by fame This night to meet here, they could do no lefs, King. You have found him, cardinal: You hold a fair assembly; you do well, lord: You are a churchman, or, I'll tell you, cardinal, Wol. I am glad, Your grace is grown fo pleafant. King. My lord chamberlain, Pr'ythee, come hither: What fair lady's that? Cham. An't please your grace, Sir Thomas Ballen's daughter, The vifcount Rochford, one of her highness' women. King. By heaven, fhe is a dainty one.-Sweet heart, King. Lead in your ladies, every one.--Sweet I must not yet foríake you :-Let's be merry ;— Good my lord cardinal, I have half a dozen healths To drink to thefe fair ladies, and a measure Wol. Say, lord chamberlain, [pay them They have done my poor houfe grace; for which I A thousand thanks, and pray them take their plea-To lead them once again; and then let's dream Who's beft in favour.Let the mufick knock it. fures. [Chufe ladies for the dance. King, and Anne Bullen. King. The fairest hand I ever touch'd! O, beauty, [Exeunt, with trumpets. I i. e. if I make my party. 2 A chamber is a gun (ufed only on occafions of rejoicing) which ftands erect on its breech, and fo contrived as to carry great charges, and thereby to make a noife more than proportioned to its bulk. They are called chambers because they are mere chambers to lodge powder; a chamber being the technical term for that cavity in a piece of ordnance which contains the combuftibles. Chambers are still fired in the Park, and at the places oppofite to the Parlia ment-house, when the king goes thither. 3 i. e. take the chief place. 4 i. c. unluckily, #ischievously. 5 A kits was anciently the eftablished fee of a lady's partner. ACT SCENE I. A Strest. ACT II. Enter two Gentlemen at feveral doors. 1 Gen. HITHER away fo faft? 2 Gen. O,-Gud fave you! Even to the hall. to hear what fhall become Of the great duke of Buckingham. I Gen. I'll fave you Then deputy of Ireland; who remov'd, 2 Gen. That trick of state Was a deep envious one. 1 Gen. At his return, No doubt, he will requite it. This is noted, That labour, fir. All's now done, but the ceremony And far enough from court too. Of bringing back the prifoner. 2 Gen. Were you there? 1 Gen. Yes, indeed, was I. 2 Gen. Pray, speak, what has happen'd ? 1 Gen. You may guefs quickly what. 2 Gen. Is he found guilty? 1 Gen. Yes, truly, is he, and condemn'd upon it. And fee the noble ruin'd man you fpeak of. 2 Gen. I am forry for't. 1 Gen. So are a number more. 2 Gen. But, pray, how pafs'd it? 1 Gen. I'll tell you in a little. The great duke Came to the bar; where, to his accufations, He pleaded ftill, not guilty, and alledg'd 2 Gen. That was he, That fed him with his prophecies' 1 Gon. The fame. [not: All thefe accus'd him strongly; which he fain 2 Gen. After all this, how did he bear himself? 1 Gen. When he was brought again to the bar, -to hear His knell rung out, his judgment,--he was ftirr'd He never was fo womanish; the cause 2 Gen. Certainly, The cardinal is the end of this. 1 Gen. 'Tis likely, By all conjectures: First, Kildare's attainder, Enter Buckingham from his arraignment, (Tipflaves before him, the axe with the edge toward him; bilberds on each fide] accompanied with Sir Tho mas Lovel, Sir Nicholas Vaux, Sir William Sands, and common people, c. 2 Gen. Let's ftand clofe, and behold him. Buck. All good people, You that thus far have come to pity me, Hear what I fay, and then go home and lose me. I have this day receiv'd a traitor's judgment, witnefs, And, if I have a confcience, let it fink me, Even as the axe falls, if I be not faithful! The law I hear no malice for my death, 'T has done, upon the premifes, but juftice; Be what they will, I heartily forgive 'em : And dare be bold to weep for Buckingham, Go with me, like good angels, to my end; name. Lov. I do befeech your grace, for charity, If ever any malice in your heart Were hid against me, now to forgive me frankly. This circumftance is taken from Holinfhed. 'Gain |