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King. Ha! what 3 so rank? ah, ha
Suru. I can, my Liege.
Surv. Being at Greenwich,
King. I remember
Surr. If, quoth he, I for this had been commirred,
father meant to act upon
his knife into him, King. A giant traitor ! Wol. Now, Madam, may his Highnefs live in
Queen. God mend all!
what say'st ?
King. There's his period,
3 jo rank.) Rank weeds, says the King, was be advanced are weeds that are grown up to to this pitch ? great height and strength. What,
Find mercy in the law, 'tis his; if
none, Let him not leek’t of us. By day and night, He's traitor to the height.
An Apartinent in the Palace,
Enter Lord Chamb:r'ein, and Lord Sands.
Sands. New customs,
+ B't pofle, the spells of out regard to the metaphor, but
France should juggle .. in order to improve on the emenr Men into fuch strange MYSTE- dation, reads mimick’ries; not
RIES ?] These mysteries were considering neither that whatsoethe fantaftic court-fashions. He ver any thing is changed or jugfavs they were occasioned by the gled into by Spells, must have a Spells of France. , Now it was pasive signification, as mockiries, the opinion of the common peo- [i. e. visible figures) not an aie ple, that conjurers, jugglers, iive, as mimick’ries. Co with spells and charms could
WARBURTON. force men to commit idle fan. I do not deny this note to be tallic actions; and change even plaufible, but am in doubt whetheir fhapes to something ridicu- ther it be right. I believe the Jous and grotesque. To this su- explanation of the word myfteries perftition the poet alludes, who, will spare us the trouble of trytherefore, we must think, wrote , ing experiments of emendation. the second line chus,
Myfleries were allegorical shews, Men into juch Arange MOCKE: which the mummers of those
times exhibited in odd and A word wel.cupressive of the fantastic habits. Mysteries are whimsical falh n here com- used, by an easy figure, for those plained of. Sir Thomas More, that exhibited myfieries; and the Ipeaking of this very matter at sense is only, that the travelled the same time, fuys,
Englishmen were metamorphosed, C't more si mai fi lubwet fingere by foreign fashions, into Tuch an E: amulari Gallicas ineptias. uncoosh appearance, that they But the Oxford Editor, with- looked like mummers in a myitery.
Cham. As far as I see, all the good our English Have got by the last voyage, is but inerely, * A fit or cwo o’th'face, but they are shrewd ones, For when they hold 'em, you would swear directly Their very noses had been counsellors To Pepin or Clotbarius, they keep state so. Sands. They've all new legs, and lame ones; one
would take it, That never saw 'em pace before, the spavin And spring-halt reign'd among 'em.
Cham. Death! my Lord.
Enter Sir Thomas Lovell.
Cham. What is't for?
Lov. The reformation of our travelld gallants, That fill the court with quarrels, talk, and tailors. Cham. I'm glad, 'tis there; now I would pray our
Lov. They must either
A fit or trvo o'th'face,-] A we now term a grimace, an artifit of the face seems to be what ficial cast of the countenance.
Or pack to their old play-fellows; there, I take it,
Sands. '1'is time to give them physick, their diseases Are grown fo catching.
Cham. What a loss our ladies Will have of these trim vanities?
Lov. Ay, marry,
Cbam. Well said, Lord Sands;
Sands. No, my Lord,
Cham, Sir Thomas,
Lov. To the Cardinal's ; Your Lordship is a guest too:
Chan. O, 'tis true ; This night he makes a supper, and a great one, To many Lorus and Ladies; there will be The beauty of this Kingdom, I'll assure you. Lov. That church min bears a bounteous mind in.
deed, A hand as fruitful as the land that feeds us, His dew falls ev'ry where.
Charir. No doubt he's noble; He had a black mouth, that faid other of him. Sunds. He may, my Lord, t'as wherewithal; in him,
Sparing would shew a worse fin than ill doctrine.
Cham. True, they are so;
Changes to York-House. Hautboys. A small table under a state 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, enter Sir Henry Guilford.
Guil. L a
Salutes ye all; this night he dedicates To fair content and you ; none here, he hopes, In all this ' noble bevy, has brought with her One care abroad; he would have all as merry As first, good company, then good wine, good wel.
come, Can make good people.
noble bevy.] *Milton As first-good Company, good has copied this word:
Wine, good Welcome, &c. A bevy of fair dames. i. e. he wou'd have you as merry 6 Ås, first, good Company, good as these three Things can make
wine, &c.] As this Paffage you, the best Company in the has been all along pointed, Sir Land, of the beft Rank, good Harry Guilford is made to include Wine, &c. THEOBALD. all these under the forf Article ; Sir T. Hanmer has mended it and then gives us the Drop as to more commodiously: what should follow. The Poet, As forfi, good company, then, I am persuaded, wrote ;
good wine, &c.