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I'll follow, and out-stare him.

(As soon he shall by me) that thus the cardinal

Stay, my lord, Does buy and sell his honour as he pleases,
And let your reason with your choler question And for his own advantage.
What 'tis you go about. To climb steep hills,

Requires slow pace at first : anger is like

To hear this of him; and could wish he were
A full-hot horse, who being allow'd his way,

Something mistaken in't.
Self-mettle tires him. Not a man in England


No, not a syllable:
Can advise me like you : be to yourself,

I do pronounce him in that very shape,
As you would to your

He shall appear in proof.

I'll to the king; Enter BRANDON; a Sergeant at Arms before him, and
And from a mouth of honour quite cry down

two or three of the Guard.
This Ipswich fellow's insolence, or proclaim

Bran. Your office, sergeant; execute it.
There's difference in no persons.



Be advis'd; My lord the duke of Buckingham, and earl
Heat not a furnace for

foe so hot

of Hereford, Stafford, and Northampton, I
That it do singe yourself: we may outrun

Arrest thee of high treason, in the name
By violent swiftness that which we run at,

Of our most sovereign king.
And lose by over-running. Know you not,


Lo, you, my lord !
The fire, that mounts the liquor till't run o'er, The net has fall’n upon me: I shall perish
In seeming to augment it wastes it? Be advis'd : Under device and practice.
I say again, there is no English soul


I am sorry
More stronger to direct you than yourself,

To see you ta'en from liberty, to look on
If with the sap of reason you would quench,

The business present. 'Tis his highness' pleasure,
Or but allay, the fire of passion.

You shall to the Tower.


It will help me nothing
I am thankful to

and I'll go along

To plead mine innocence; for that die is on me,
By your prescription; but this top-proud fellow, Which makes my whit'st part black. The will of
Whom from the flow of gall I name not, but

From sincere motions, by intelligence,

Be done in this and all things.- I obey.-
And proofs as clear as founts in July, when

0! my lord Abergan'y, fare you well.
We see each grain of gravel, I do know

Bran. Nay, he must bear you company.—The king
To be corrupt and treasonous.


Say not, treasonous. Is pleas'd you shall to the Tower, till you know
Buck. To the king I'll say't, and make my vouch How he determines farther.
as strong


As the duke said,
As shore of rock. Attend: this holy fox,

The will of heaven be done, and the king's pleasure
Or wolf, or both, (for he is equal ravenous,

By me obey'a.
As he is subtle, and as prone to mischief,

Bran. Here is a warrant from
As able to perform't, his mind and place

The king t’ attach lord Montacute ; and the bodies
Infecting one another, yea, reciprocally)

Of the duke's confessor, John de la Car,
Only to show his pomp, as well in France

And Gilbert Peck, his chancellor,--
As here at home, suggests the king, our master,

To this last costly treaty, th' interview

These are the limbs o' the plot.-No more, I hope.
That swallow'd so much treasure, and like a glass Bran. A monk o' the Chartreux.
Did break i’ the rinsing.


0! Nicholas Hopkins?
Faith, and so it did.

Buck. Pray, give me favour, sir. This cunning Buck. My surveyor is false : the o'er-great cardinal

Hath show'd him gold. My life is spann'd already:
The articles o' the combination drew,

I am the shadow of poor Buckingham,
As himself pleas'd; and they were ratified,

Whose figure even this instant cloud puts on,
As he cried, “ Thus let be,” to as much end,

By darkening my clear sun.-My lord, farewell

As give a crutch t'the dead. But our count-cardinal
Has done this, and 'tis well; for worthy Wolsey,

SCENE II.-The Council-Chamber.
Who cannot err, he did it. Now this follows,
(Which, as I take it, is a kind of puppy

Cornets. Enter King Henry, leaning on the Cardinal's
To the old dam, treason) Charles the emperor,

shoulder; Wolsey, the Lords of the Council, Sir
Under pretence to see the queen, his aunt,

Thomas Lovell, Officers, Secretary.
(For 'twas, indeed, his colour, but he came

K. Hen. My life itself, and the best heart of it,
To whisper Wolsey) here makes visitation :



for this great care.
His fears were, that the interview betwixt

Of a full charg'd confederacy, and give thanks
England and France might, through their amity, To you that chok'd it.—Let be call'd before us
Breed him some prejudice ; for from this league, That gentleman of Buckingham's: in person
Peep'd harms that menac'd him. He privily I'll hear him his confessions justify,
Deals with our cardinal, and, as I trow,

And point by point the treasons of his master
Which I do well; for, I am sure, the emperor

He shall again relate.
Paid ere he promis'd, whereby his suit was granted,

The King takes his State. The Lords of the Council
Ere it was ask'd : but when the way was made,

occupy their several Places: the Cardinal places him-
And pav'd with gold, the emperor thus desir'd :- self under the King's Feet on his right Side.
That he would please to alter the king's course,

A Noise within, crying Room for the Queen! Enter
And break the foresaid peace. Let the king know,

the Queen, ushered by the Dukes of Norfolk and

So, so;



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Suffolk: she kneels. The King rises from his There is no primer business.
State, takes her up, kisses her, and places her by him. K. Hen.

By my life,
Q. Kath. Nay, we must longer kneel : I am a suitor. This is against our pleasure.
K. Hen. Arise, and take place by us.-- -Half your suit Wol.

And for me,
Never name to us; you have half our power: I have no farther gone in this, than by
The other moiety, ere you ask, is given;

A single voice, and that not pass'd me but Repeat your will, and take it.

By learned approbation of the judges. If I am Q. Kath.

Thank your majesty. Traduc'd by ignorant tongues, which neither know That you would love yourself, and in that love My faculties, nor person, yet will be Not unconsider'd leave your honour, nor

The chronicles of my doing, let me say, The dignity of your office, is the point

'Tis but the fate of place, and the rough brake Of my petition.

That virtue must go through. We must not stint K. Hen. Lady mine, proceed.

Our necessary actions, in the fear
Q. Kath. I am solicited not by a few,

To cope malicious censurers; which ever,
And those of true condition, that your subjects As ravenous fishes, do a vessel follow
Are in great grievance. There have been commissions That is new trimm'd, but benefit no farther
Sent down among them, which hath flaw'd the heart Than vainly longing. What we oft do best,
Of all their loyalties : wherein, although,

By sick interpreters (once weak ones) is
My good lord cardinal, they vent reproaches

Not ours, or not allow'd; what worst, as oft, Most bitterly on you, as putter-on

Hitting a grosser quality, is cried up Of these exactions, yet the king our master,

For our best act. If we shall stand still, Whose honour heaven shield from soil ! even he escapes In fear our motion will be mock'd or carp'd at,

We should take root here, where we sit, or sit Language unmannerly; yea, such which breaks

State statues only. The ties of loyalty, and almost appears

K. Hen.

Things done well,
In loud rebellion.

And with a care, exempt themselves from fear:
Not almost appears,

Things done without example, in their issue
It doth appear; for upon these taxations,

Are to be fear’d. Have you a precedent The clothiers all, not able to maintain

Of this commission ? I believe, not any. The many to them ’longing, have put off

We must not rend our subjects from our laws, The spinsters, carders, fullers, weavers, who,

And stick them in our will. Sixth part of each? Unfit for other life, compelld by hunger

A trebling contribution! Why, we take, And lack of other means, in desperate manner From every tree, lop, bark, and part o' the timber; Daring th' event to the teeth, are all in uproar, And, though we leave it with a root, thus hack’d, And danger serves among them.

The air will drink the sap. To every county K. Hen.

Taxation !

Where this is question'd send our letters, with
Wherein, and what taxation ?–My lord cardinal, Free pardon to each man that has denied
You that are blam'd for it alike with us,

The force of this commission. Pray, look to't;
Know you of this taxation ?

I put it to your care.
Please you, sir,

Wol. A word with you. [To the Secretary. I know but of a single part, in ought

Let there be letters writ to every shire,
Pertains to the state ; and front but in that file Of the king's grace and pardon. The griev'd commons
Where others tell steps with me.

Hardly conceive of me: let it be nois'd,
Q. Kath.

No, my lord, That through our intercession this revokement
You know no more than others; but you frame And pardon comes. I shall anon advise you
Things, that are known, belike, which are not wholesome Farther in the proceeding.

[Exit Secretary. To those which would not know them, and yet must

Enter Surveyor. Perforce be their acquaintance. These exactions, Q. Kath. I am sorry that the duke of Buckingham Whereof my sovereign would have note, they are Is run in your displeasure. Most pestilent to the hearing; and, to bear them, K. Hen.

It grieves many: The back is sacrifice to the load.

The gentleman is learn'd, and a inost rare speaker; They are devis'd by you, or else you suffer

To nature none more bound; his training such, Too hard an exclamation.

That he may furnish and instruct great teachers,
K. Hen.
Still exaction !

And never seek for aid out of himself: yet see,
The nature of it? In what kind, let's know,

When these so noble benefits shall prove Is this exaction ?

Not well dispos’d, the mind growing once corrupt, Q. Kath. I am much too venturous

They turn to vicious forms, ten times more ugly In tempting of your patience; but am bolden’d Than ever they were fair. This man so complete, Under your promis'd pardon. The subjects' grief Who was enrollid 'mongst wonders, and when we, Comes through commissions, which compel from each Almost with ravish'd list’ning, could not find The sixth part of his substance, to be levied

His hour of speech a minute; he, my lady, Without delay; and the pretence for this

Hath into monstrous habits put the graces Is nam'd, your wars in France. This makes bold That once were his, and is become as black mouths :

As if besmear'd in hell. Sit by us; you shall hear
Tongues spit their duties out, and cold hearts freeze (This was his gentleman in trust) of him
Allegiance in them : their curses now,

Things to strike honour sad.-Bid him recount
Live where their prayers did; and it's come to pass, The fore-recited practices, whereof
Their tractable obedience is a slave

We cannot feel too little, hear too much.
To each incensed will. I would, your highness

Wol. Stand forth; and with bold spirit relate what Would give it quick consideration, for


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Most like a careful subject, have collected

K. Hen.

Proceed. Out of the duke of Buckingham.


Being at Greenwich,
K. Hen.

Speak freely. After your highness had reprov'd the duke
Surv. First, it was usual with him, every day About sir William Blomer, -
It would infect his speech, that if the king

K. Hen.

I remember, Should without issue die, he'd carry it so

Of such a time : being my sworn servant, To inake the sceptre his. These very words

The duke retain'd him his.-But on: what hence? I've heard him utter to his son-in-law,

Surv. “ If,” quoth he, “I for this had been comLord Aberga'ny, to whom by oath he menac'd

mitted, Revenge upon the cardinal.

As, to the Tower, I thought, I would have play'd Wol.

Please your highness, note The part my father meant to act upon This dangerous conception in this point.

Th' usurper Richard ; who, being at Salisbury, Not friended by his wish, to your high person Made suit to come in's presence, which if granted, His will is most malignant; and it stretches

As he made semblance of his duty, would
Beyond you, to your friends.

Have put his knife into him."
Q. Kath.
My learn'd lord cardinal, K. Hen.

A giant traitor!
Deliver all with charity.

Wol. Now, madam, may his highness live in freedom,
K. Hen.
Speak on.

And this man out of prison ?
How grounded he his title to the crown,

Q. Kath.

God mend all !
Upon our fail? To this point hast thou heard him K. Hen. There's something more would out of thee :
At any time speak aught?

what say'st ? Surt.

He was brought to this Surv. After the duke his father," with “ the knife,” By a vain prophecy of Nicholas Hopkins.

He stretch'd him, and, with one hand on his dagger, K. Hen. What was that Hopkins ?

Another spread on's breast, mounting his eyes, Surv.

Sir, a Chartreux friar, He did discharge a horrible oath ; whose tenor His confessor; who fed him every minute

Was,—were he evil us’d, he would out-go With words of sovereignty.

His father, by as much as a performance K. Hen.

How know'st thou this? Does an irresolute purpose. Surv. Not long before your highness sped to France, K. Hen.

There's his period, The duke being at the Rose, within the parish To sheathe his knife in us. He is attach'd; Saint Lawrence Poultney, did of me demand

Call him to present trial : if he may What was the speech among the Londoners

Find mercy in the law, 'tis his ; if none,
Concerning the French journey? I replied,

Let him not seek't of us. By day and night,
Men fear'd the French would prove perfidious, He is a daring traitor to the height. (Exeunt.
To the king's danger. Presently the duke

SCENE III.-A Room in the Palace.
Said, 'twas the fear, indeed; and that he doubted,
'Twould prove the verity of certain words

Enter the Lord Chamberlain, and Lord Sands. Spoke by a holy monk; “that oft," says he,

Cham. Is't possible, the spells of France should juggle “Hath sent to me, wishing me to permit

Men into such strange mysteries? John de la Car, my chaplain, a choice hour


New customs, To hear from him a matter of some moment:

Though they be never so ridiculous, Whom after, under the confession's seal,

Nay, let 'em be unmanly, yet are follow'd. He solemnly had sworn, that what he spoke

Cham. As far as I see, all the good our English My chaplain to no creature living, but

Have got by the late voyage is but merely
To me, should utter, with demure confidence

A fit or two o' the face; but they are shrewd ones,
This pausingly ensu'd, -Neither the king, nor's heir, For when they hold 'em, you would swear directly,
(Tell you the duke) shall prosper : bid him strive Their very noses had been counsellors
To gain the love o' the commonalty: the duke To Pepin or Clotharius, they keep state so.
Shall govern England.

Sands. They have all new legs, and lame ones: one
Q. Kath.

If I know


would take it, You were the duke's surveyor, and lost your

office That never saw 'em pace before, the spavin, On the complaint o' the tenants. Take good heed, Or springhalt reign'd among them. You charge not in your spleen a noble person,


Death! my lord,
And spoil your nobler soul: I say, take heed; Their clothes are after such a pagan cut too,
Yes, heartily beseech you.

That, sure, they've worn out Christendom.-How now!
K. Hen.
Let him on.-

What news, sir Thomas Lovell ?
Go forward.

Enter Sir Thomas Lovell.
On my soul, I'll speak but truth.

I told my lord the duke, by the devil's illusions I hear of none, but the new proclamation
The monk might be deceiv’d; and that 'twas dangerous That's clapp'd upon the court-gate.
From this to ruminate on it so far, until

It forg'd him some design, which, being believ'd, Lov. The reformation of our travell’d gallants,
It was much like to do: He answered, “ Tush! That fill the court with quarrels, talk, and tailors.
It can do me no damage:” 'adding farther,

Cham. I am glad 'tis there : now,
That had the king in his last sickness fail'd,

monsieurs The cardinal's and sir Thomas Lovell's heads

To think an English courtier


be wise, Should have gone off.

And never see the Louvre.
K. Hen.

Ha! what, so rank? Ah, ha! Lov.
There's mischief in this man. ---Canst thou say farther? (For so run the conditions) leave those remnants
Surv. I can, my liege.

Of fool, and feather, that they got in France,

'Faith, my lord,

What is't for?

I would



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With all their honourable points of ignorance

Enter Lord Chamberlain, Lord Sands, and Sir Tuomas Pertaining thereunto, as fights and fireworks;

LOVELL. Abusing better men than they can be,

The very thought of this fair company Out of a foreign wisdom; renouncing clean

Clapp'd wings to me. The faith they have in tennis, and tall stockings,

Cham. You are young, sir Harry Guildford. Short blister'd breeches, and those types of travel, Sands. Sir Thomas Lovell, had the cardinal And understand again like honest men,

But half my lay-thoughts in him, some of these Or pack to their old playfellows: there, I take it, Should find a running banquet ere they rested, They may, cum privilegio, wear away

I think, would better please 'em : by my life, The lag end of their lewdness, and be laugh'd at. They are a sweet society of fair ones.

Sands. 'Tis time to give 'em physic, their diseases Lov. O! that your lordship were but now confessor Are grown so catching.

To one or two of these.
What a loss our ladies


I would, I were; Will have of these trim vanities.

They should find easy penance.

Ay, marry,

Faith, how easy? There will be woe indeed, lords: the sly whoresons Sands. As easy as a down-bed would afford it. Have got a speeding trick to lay down ladies ;

Cham. Sweet ladies, will it please you sit? Sir Harry, A French song and a fiddle have no fellow.

Place you that side, I'll take the charge of this. Sands. The devil fiddle them! I am glad they're His grace is entering.–Nay, you must not freeze; going,

Two women plac'd together makes cold weather:For, sure, there's no converting of them: now, My lord Sands, you are one will keep 'em waking; An honest country lord, as I am, beaten

Pray, sit between these ladies. A long time out of play, may bring his plain-song, Sands.

By my faith, And have an hour of hearing, and, by'r-lady, And thank your lordship.—By your leave, sweet ladies : Held current music too.

[Seats himself between Anne Bullen and another Lady. Cham.

Well said, lord Sands : If I chance to talk a little wild, forgive me; Your colt's tooth is not cast yet.

I had it from my father.

No, my lord;

Was he mad, sir?
Nor shall not, while I have a stump.

Sands. O! very mad, exceeding mad ; in love too; Cham.

Sir Thomas, But he would bite none : just as I do now, Whither were you a going ?

He would kiss you twenty with a breath. [Kisses her. Lov. To the cardinal's. Cham.

Well said, my lord.— Your lordship is a guest too.

So, now you are fairly seated.—Gentlemen,

O! 'tis true :

The penance lies on you, if these fair ladies This night he makes a supper, and a great one,

Pass away frowning. To many lords and ladies : there will be



little cure, The beauty of this kingdom, I'll assure you.

Let me alone. Lov. That churchman bears a bounteous mind in- Hautboys. Enter Cardinal Wolsey, attended, and

takes his state. A hand as fruitful as the land that feeds us ;

Wol. Y'are welcome, my fair guests: that noble lady, His dews fall every where.

Or gentleman, that is not freely merry,

No doubt, he's noble ; Is not my friend. This, to confirm my welcome ; He had a black mouth that said other of him.

And to you all good health.

[Drinks. Sands. He may, my lord, he has wherewithal: in Sands.

Your grace is noble: him,

Let me have such a bowl


iny thanks,
Sparing would show a worse sin than ill doctrine. And save me so much talking.
Men of his sway should be most liberal;


My lord Sands, They are set here for examples.

I am beholding to you: cheer your neighbours.Cham.

True, they are so; Ladies, you are not merry :-gentlemen, * But few now give so great ones. My barge stays ; Whose fault is this? Your lordship shall along:-Come, good sir Thomas, Sands.

The red wine first must rise We shall be late else ; which I would not be,

In their fair cheeks, my lord; then, we shall have 'em For I was spoke to, with sir Henry Guildford, Talk us to silence. This night to be comptrollers.


You are a merry gamester,
I am your lordship’s. [Exeunt. My lord Sands.

Sands. Yes, if I make my play.
SCENE IV.—The Presence-Chamber in York-Place. Here's to your ladyship; and pledge it, madam,
Hautboys. A small Table under a State for the Cardinal, For 'tis to such a thing, -
a longer Table for the Guests ; then enter Anne Bul-


You cannot show me. LEN, and divers Lords, Ladies, and Gentlewomen, as

Sands. I told your grace, how they would talk anon. Guests, at one door ; at another door, enter Sir HENRY

[Drum and Trumpets within ; Chambers discharged. GuildfORD.


What's that?

Cham. Look out there, some of you. (Exit a Servant. Guild. Ladies, a general welcome from his grace Wol.

What warlike voice, Salutes ye all: this night he dedicates

And to what end is this ?-Nay, ladies, fear not;
To fair content, and you. None here, he hopes, By all the laws of war y'are privileg'd.
In all this noble bevy, has brought with her

Re-enter Servant.
One care abroad: he would have all as merry

Cham. How now! what is't? As, first, good company, good wine, good welcome Serv.

A noble troop of strangers, Can make good people.-0, my lord ! y'are tardy; For so they seem : they've left their barge, and landed;





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And hither make, as great ambassadors

I would surrender it.
From foreign princes.


I will, my lord.
Good lord chamberlain,

[Cham. whispers the Maskers, and returns.
Go, give them welcome ; you can speak the French Wol. What say they?
tongue :


Such a one, they all confess,
And, pray, receive them nobly, and conduct them There is, indeed; which they would have your grace
Into our presence, where this heaven of beauty Find out, and he will take it.
Shall shine at full upon them.-Some attend him.- Wol.

Let me see then. [Comes from his State.
[Exit Chamberlain attended. All arise, and By all your good leaves, gentlemen, here I'll make
Tables removed.

My royal choice.
You have now a broken banquet; but we'll mend it. K. Hen. You have found him, cardinal. [Unmasking.
A good digestion to you all; and, once more, You hold a fair assembly; you do well, lord :
I shower a welcome on ye.- Welcome all.

You are a churchman, or, I'll tell you, cardinal,
Hautboys. Enter the King, and others, as Maskers, I should judge now unhappily.
habited like Shepherds, ushered by the Lord Chamber- Wol.

I am glad,
lain. They pass directly before the Cardinal, and Your grace is grown so pleasant.
gracefully salute him.

K. Hen.

My lord chamberlain,
A noble company! what are their pleasures ? Pr’ythee, come hither. What fair lady's that?
Cham. Because they speak no English, thus they Cham. An't please your grace, sir Thomas Bullen's
pray'd me

To tell your grace:– That, having heard by fame The viscount Rochford, -one of her highness' women.
Of this so noble and so fair assembly

K. Hen. By heaven, she is a dainty one.-Sweetheart,
This night to meet here, they could do no less, I were unmannerly to take you out,
Out of the great respect they bear to beauty,

And not to kiss you.—[ Kisses her.] A health, gentlemen!
But leave their flocks, and under your fair conduct,

Let it


Crave leave to view these ladies, and entreat

Wol. Sir Thomas Lorell, is the banquet ready
An hour of revels with them.

I' the privy chamber?
Say, lord chamberlain, Lov.

Yes, my lord.
They have done my poor house grace; for which I pay


I fear, with dancing is a little heated.
A thousand thanks, and pray them take their pleasures. K. Hen. I fear, too much.
[Ladies chosen for the Dance. The King Wol.

There's fresher air, my lord,

In the next chamber.
K. Hen. The fairest hand I ever touch'd. O, beauty! K. Hen. Lead in your ladies, every one.—Sweet
Till now I never knew thee. [Music. Dance.

Wol. My lord !

I must not yet forsake you.—Let's be merry :
Cham. Your grace?



lord cardinal: I have half a dozen healths

Pray tell them thus much from me. To drink to these fair ladies, and a measure
There should be one amongst them, by his person, To lead them once again ; and then let's dream
More worthy this place than myself; to whom, Who's best in favour. Let the music knock it.
If I but knew him, with my love and duty

[Exeunt, with Trumpets.

Your grace,

I'll save you

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SCENE 1.- A Street.

Urg'd on the examinations, proofs, confessions
Enter two Gentlemen, meeting.

Of divers witnesses, which the duke desir'd

To have brought, vivá voce, to his face : 1 Gent. Whither away so fast?

At which appeared against him, his surveyor; 2 Gent.

0!—God save you. Sir Gilbert Peck his chancellor; and John Car,
E'en to the hall, to hear what shall become

Confessor to him; with that devil-monk,
Of the great duke of Buckingham.

Hopkins, that made this mischief.
1 Gent.

2 Gent.

That was he,
That labour, sir. All's now done, but the ceremony That fed him with his prophecies?
Of bringing back the prisoner.

1 Gent.

The same. 2 Gent.



All these accus’d him strongly; which he fain
1 Gent. Yes, indeed, was I.

Would have flung from him, but, indeed, he could not: 2 Gent.

Pray, speak what has happen'd. And so his peers, upon this evidence, 1 Gent. You may guess quickly what.

Have found him guilty of high treason. Much
2 Gent.

Is he found guilty? He spoke, and learnedly, for life ; but all
1 Gent. Yes, truly is he, and condemn'd upon it. Was either pitied in him, or forgotten.
2 Gent. I am sorry for't.

2 Gent. After all this, how did he bear himself?
1 Gent.

So are a number more. 1 Gent. When he was brought again to the bar, to 2 Gent. But, pray, how pass'd it?

1 Gent. I'll tell you in a little. The great duke

His knell rung out, his judgment, he was stirred
Came to the bar; where, to his accusations

With such an agony, he sweat extremely,
He pleaded still not guilty, and alleg'd

And something spoke in choler, ill, and hasty:
Many sharp reasons to defeat the law.

But he fell to himself again, and sweetly
The king's attorney, on the contrary,

In all the rest show'd a most noble patience.

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