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By fick Interpreters, once weak ones, is
Not ours, or not allow'd; what worst, as oft
Hitting a groffer quality, is cry'd up

For our best Act; if we stand ftill,

In fear our motion will be mock'd or carp'd at,
We should take root here where we fit:
Or fit State-Statues only.
King. Things done well,

And with a care, exempt themfelves from fear.
Things done without Example, in their issue
Are to be fear'd. Have you a Prefident
Of this Commiffion? I believe not any.
We must not rend our Subjects from our Laws,
And stick them in our Will. Sixth part of each!
A trembling Contribution-why we take
From every Tree, Lop, Bark, and part o'th' Timber:
And though we leave it with a root thus hackt,
The Air will drink the Sap. To every Country
Where this is queftion'd, fend our Letters, with
Free pardon to each Man that has deny'd,

The Force of this Commiffion; pray look to't,
I put it to your Care.

Wol. A word with you.

Let there be Letters writ to every Shire

[To the Secretary

Of the King's Grace and Pardon; the griev'd Commons
Hardly conceive of me. Let it be nois'd,

That through our Interceffion, this Revokement

And Pardon comes; I fhall anon advise you

Further in the Proceeding.

Enter Surveyor.

[Exit Secretary

Queen. I am forry that the Duke of Buckingham Is run in your Displeasure.

King. It grieves many;

The Gentleman is Learn'd, and a moft rare Speaker,
To Nature none more bound, his training fuch,
That he may furnish and inftru&t great Teachers,
And never feek for Aid out of himself; yet fee,
When these fo Noble Benefits fhall prove
Not well difpos'd, the Mind growing once corrupt,
They turn to vicious Forms, ten times more ugly
Than ever they were fair. This Man fo compleat,

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Who was enroll'd 'mongst Wonders; and when we
Almost with ravifht liftning, could not find
His hour of Speech, a minute; He, my Lady,
Hath into monftrous habits put the Graces
That once were his, and is become as black,
As if befmear'd in Hell. Sit by us, and you fhall hear
(This was his Gentleman in truft) of him
Things to ftrike Honour fad. Bid him recount
To force-recited Practices, whereof

We cannot feel too little, hear too much.

Wol. Stand forth, and with bold Spirit relate, what you, Moft like a careful Subject, have collected

Out of the Duke of Buckingham.

King. Speak freely.

Surv. First, it was ufual with him every day,
It would infect his Speech, that if the King
Should without Iffue dye, he'll carry it fo
To make the Scepter his. These very Words
I've heard him utter to his Son-in-law,

Lord Abergavenny, to whom by Oath he menac'd
Revenge upon the Cardinal.

Wol. Please your Highness, note

This dangerous Conception in this Point,
Not friended by his wifh to your high Perfon;

His Will is moft malignant, and it ftretches

Beyond you to your Friends.

Queen. My learned Lord Cardinal, Deliver all with Charity.

King. Speak on;

How grounded he his Title to the Crown

Upon our fail; to this point haft thou heard him,

At any time speak ought?

Surv. He was brought to this,

By a vain Prophefie of Nicholas Henton.

King. What was that Henton?

Surv. Sir, a Chartreux Friar,

His Confeffor, who fed him every minute

With words of Sovereignty.

King. How know'st thou this?

Surv. Not long before your Highnefs fped to France,

The Duke being at the Rofe, within the Parish


St. Lawrence Poultney, did of me demand
What was the Speech among the Londoners
Concerning the French Journey. I reply'd,
Men fear the French would prove perfidious
To the King's danger; prefently the Duke
Said, 'twas the fear indeed, and that he doubted
'Twould prove the verity of certain Words
Spoke by a holy Monk, that oft, fays he,
Hath fent to me, withing me to permit
John de la Car, my Chaplain, a choice hour
To hear from him a Matter of fome moment:
Whom after, under the Commiffions Seal,
He folemnly had fworn, that what he spoke
My Chaplain to no Creature living, but
To me, fhould utter, with demure Confidence,
Thus paufingly enfu'd; neither the King, nor's Heirs
(Tell you the Duke) fhall profper, bid him ftrive
To gain the love o'th'Commonalty, the Duke
Shall govern England

Queen. If I know you well,

You were the Duke's Surveyor, and loft your Office
On the complaint o'th'Tenants; take good heed
You charge not in your Spleen a Noble Perfon,
And spoil your Noble Soul; I fay, take heed;
Yes, heartily I befeech you.

King. Let him on. Go forward.

Surv. On my Soul, I'll fpeak but truth.

I told my Lord the Duke, by th' 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,
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 Lovell's Heads
Should have gone off.

King. Ha What, fo rank? Ah, ha

There's Mifchief in this Man; canft thou fay further?

Surv. I can, my Liege,

King. Proceed,

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Surv. Being at Greenwich,

After your Highness had reprov'd the Duke
About Sir William Blumer-

King. I remember of fuch a time, being my fworn Servant, The Duke retain'd him his. But on; what hence ?

Surv. If, quoth he, I for this Deed had been committed, As to the Tower, I thought; I would have plaid The Part my Father meant to A& upon Th'Ufurper Richard, who being at Salisbury, Made fuit to come in's prefence; which, if granted, (As he made semblance of his Duty) would Have put his Knife into him.

King. A Giant Traito!

Wol. Now, Madam, may his Highne fs live in freedom, And this Man out of Prifon?

Queen. God mend all.

King. There's fomething more would out of thee; what
Surv. After the Duke his Father, with the Knife----
He ftretch'd him, and with one Hand upon his Dagger,
Another spread on's Breaft, mounting his Eyes,

He did discharge a horrible Oath, whofe tenour
Was, were he evil us'd, he would out-go

His Father, by as much as a performance
Does an irrefolute purpose.

King. There's his period,

To fheath his Knife in us; he is attach'd,
Call him to prefent Trial; if he may
Find Mercy in the Law, 'tis his; if none,
Let him not feek't of us: By Day and Night
He's Traitor to th' height


Enter Lord Chamberlain, and Lord Sands.


Cham. Is't poffible the Spells of France shouldjuggle Men into fuch ftrange Mysteries?

Sands. New Cuftoms,

Though they be never fo ridiculous,

Nay let 'em be unmanly, yet are follow'd.


Cham. As far as I fee, all the good our English
Have got by the laft Voyage, is but meerly
A fit or two o'th' Face, but they are threw'd ones;
For when they hold 'em, you would swear dire&ly
Their very Nofes had been Counsellors

To Pepin or Clotharius, they keep State fo.
Sands. They have all new Legs,
And lame ones; one would take it,
That never fee 'em pace before, the Spavin,
A Spring-halt, reign'd among 'em.

Cham. Death my Lord,

Their Cloaths are after fuch a Pagan Cut too,

That fure th'have worn out Chriftendom: How now?

What News, Sir Thomas Lovel?

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 travell'd Gallants, That fill the Court with Quarrels, Talk and Tailors. Cham. I'm glad 'tis there;

Now I would pray our Monfieurs

To think an English Courtier may be wise,
And never see the Louvre.

Lov. They must either

(For fo run the Conditions) leave thofe Remnants
Of Fool and Feather, that they got in France,
With all their honourable Points of Ignorance
Pertaining thereupon, as Fights and Fire-works,
Abufing better Men than they can be

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Out of a foreign Wisdom, renouncing clean
The Faith they have in Tennis and tall Stockings,
Short bolftred Breeches, and thofe types of Travel,
And understand again like honest Men;

Or pack to their old Play-fellows, there I take it,
They may, Cum Privilegio, wear away

The Lag-end of their Lewdnefs, and be laugh'd at.
Sands. 'Tis time to give them Phyfick, their Difeafes

Are grown fo catching.

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