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King. Ha! what 3 so rank? ah, ha
There's mischief in this man. Canft thou fay further?

Suru. I can, my Liege.
King. Proceed.

Surv. Being at Greenwich,
After your Highness had reprov'd the Duke
About Sir William Blomer

King. I remember
Of such a time. He being my sworn fervant,
The Duke retain'd him his. But on; what hence ?

Surr. If, quoth he, I for this had been commirred,
As to the Tower, I thought; I would have play'd
part my

father meant to act upon
Th’usurper Richard, who, being at Salisbury,
Made fuit to come in's presence ; which, if granted,
As he made femblance of his duty, would T


his knife into him, King. A giant traitor ! Wol. Now, Madam, may his Highnefs live in

And this man out of prison?

Queen. God mend all!
King. There's something more would out of thee;

what say'st ?
Surv. After the Duke his father with the knife,
He stretch'd him, and with one hand on his dagger,
Another spread on's breast, mounting his eyes,
He did discharge a horrible oath, whose tenour
Was, were he evil-us’d, he would out-go
His father, by as much as a performance
Does an irresolute purpose.

King. There's his period,
To sheath his knife in us. He is attach'd;
Call him to present trial; if he may

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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,


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Enter Lord Chamb:r'ein, and Lord Sands.
S't posible, the spells of France should

Men into such strange mysteries?

Sands. New customs,
Though they be never so ridiculous,
Nay, let 'em be unmaniy, yet are follow'd.

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+ 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.
Their cloaths are after such a pagan cut too,
That, sure, they've worn out christendom. How now!
What news, Sir Thomas Lovell ?

Enter Sir Thomas Lovell.
Lov. Faith, my Lord,
I hear of none, but the new proclamation
That's clap'd upon the court-gate.“

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

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
Pertaining thereunto, as fights and fire-works,
Abusing better men than they can be,
Out of a foreign wisdom, clean renouncing
The faith they have in tennis, and tall stockings,
Short bolster'd breeches, and those types of travel ;
And understand again like honest men,

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,
They may, cum privilegio, wear away
The lag-end of their lewdness, and be laugh'd at.

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,
There will be woe indeed, Lords ; the sy whoresons
Have got a speeding trick to lay down Ladies.
A French song and a fiddle has no fellow.
Sands. The devil fiddie 'em! I'm glad, they're

For, sure, there's no converting 'em. Now, Sirs,
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 mufick too.

Cbam. Well said, Lord Sands;
Your colt's tooth is not cast yet?

Sands. No, my Lord,
Nor shall not, while I have a stump.

Cham, Sir Thomas,
Whither are you going?

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,


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Sparing would shew a worse fin than ill doctrine.
Men of his way should be most liberal,
They're set here for examples.

Cham. True, they are so;
But few now give so great ones. My barge stays ;
Your Lordship shall along. Come, good Sir Tbomas,
We shall be late elfe, which I would not be,
For I was spoke to, with Sir Henry Guilford,
This night to be comptrollers.
Sands. I'am your Lordship’s.


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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.


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