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 shall hear
(This was his Gentleman in trust) of him
Things to ftrike Honour fad. Bid him recount
The fore-recited Practices, whereof

We cannot feel too little, hear too much.

Wol. Stand forth, and with bold Spirit relate, what
Most like a careful Subje&, 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. Thefe 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 Aretches

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

you,

St.

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, wishing 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 Commissions 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 beseech 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 anfwer'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 Mischief in this Man; canft thou fay further?
Surv. I can, my Liege.

King. Proceed.

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&t upon

Th' Ufurper Richard, who being at Salisbury,
Made fuit to come in's prefence; which, if granted,
(As he made femblance of his Duty) would
Have put his Knife into him.

King. A Giant Traitor!

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

Queen. God mend all.

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

SCENE

[Exeunt.

III.

Enter Lord Chamberlain, and Lord Sands.

Cham. Is't poffible the Spells of France should juggle

Men into fuch ftrange Mysteries?

Sands. New Cuftoms,

Though they be never fo ridiculous,

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

Cham

Cham. As far as I fee, all the good our English
Have got by the late Voyage, is but meerly
A fit or two o'th' Face, but they are fhrew'd ones;
For when they hold 'em, you would fwear directly
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 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 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 wife,
And never fee 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 thereunto, as Fights and Fire-works,
Abufing better Men than they can be

Out of a foreign Wifdom, 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 Lewdness, and be laugh'd at.
Sands. 'Tis time to give them Phyfick, their Diseases

Are grown fo catching.

Cham. What a lofs our Ladies

Will have of these trim Vanities?

Lov. Ay marry,

There will be wo indeed, Lords, the fly Whorefons
Have got a speeding Trick to lay down Ladies:
A French Song and a Fiddle, has no Fellow.
Sands. The Devil fiddle 'em;

I am glad they are going,

For fure there's no converting 'em : Now
An honeft 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 currant Mufick too.

Cham. Well faid, Lord Sands,
Your Colts Tooth is not calt yet?
Sands. No, my Lord,

Nor fhall not, while I have a Stump.

Cham. Sir Thomas, Whither were you a-going?

Lov. To the Cardinal's;

Your Lordship is a Guest too.

Cham. O, 'tis true;

This Night he makes a Supper, and a great one,
To many Lords and Ladies; there will be
The Beauty of this Kingdom, I'll affure you.
Lov. That Churchman

Bears a bounteous mind indeed;

A hand as fruitful as the Land that feeds us,

His Dew falls every where.

Cham. No doubt, he's noble ;

He had a black Mouth that faid other of him.

Sands. He may, my Lord,

Ha's wherewithal in him;

Sparing would fhew a worfe fin, than ill Doctrine.

Men of his way fhould be moft liberal,

They are fet here for Examples.

Cham. True, they are so;

But few now give fo great ones:

My Barge stays;

Your Lordship fhall along: Come, good Sir Thomas,
We fhall be late elfe, which I would not be,

For