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There's mischief in this man :-
Suro. I can, my liege.
Suro. Being at Greenwich,
After your highness had reprov'd the duke
K. Hen. I remember,
-Canst thou say
K. Hen. There's his period,
To sheath his knife in us.
Of such a time:-Being my servant sworn,
The duke retain'd him his.—But on; What hence?
The usurper Richard: who, being at Salisbury,
Have put his knife into him.
K. Hen. A giant traitor!
Wol. Now, madam, may his highness live in freedom, And this man out of prison?
Q. Kath. God mend all!
K. Hen. 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 his 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.
He is attach'd;
Call him to present trial: if he may
Sands. New customs,
Though they be never so ridiculous,
SCENE III.-A Room in the Palace.
Enter the Lord Chamberlain, and Lord SANDS. Cham. Is it possible, the spells of France should juggle
Men into such strange mysteries?
Cham. As far as I see, all the good our English Have got by the late voyage, is but merely A fit or two o'the face; but they are shrewd ones; For, when they hold them, you would swear directly, Their very noses had been counsellors
To Pepin, or Clotharius, they keep state so.
Sands. They have all new legs, and lame ones; one would take it,
That never saw them pace before, the spavin,
Cham. Death! my lord,
Enter Sir THOMAS LOVELL,
Their clothes are after such a pagan cut too,
Lov. 'Faith, my lord,
I hear of none, but the new proclamation
Cham. What is't for?
Lov. The reformation of our travell'd gallants, That fill the court with quarrels, talk, and tailors. Cham. I am glad, 'tis there; now I would pray our
To think an English courtier may be wise,
Lov. They must either
(For so run the conditions,) leave these remnants
Or pack to their old playfellows: there, I take it,
The lag end of their lewdness, and be laugh'd at.
Cham. What a loss our ladies
Will have of these trim vanities!
Lov. Ay, marry,
There will be woe indeed, lords; the sly whoresons
Sands. The devil fiddle them! I am glad, they're going;
(For, sure, there's no converting of them ;) now
Cham. Well said, lord Sands;
Your colt's tooth is not cast yet.
Sands. No, my lord;
Nor shall not, while I have a stump.
Whither were you a-going?
Your lordship is a guest too.
Cham. O, tis true:
This night he makes a supper, and a great one,
The beauty of this kingdom, I'll assure you.
Lov. That churchman bears a bounteous mind indeed, A hand as fruitful as the land that feeds us;
His dews fall every where.
Cham. No doubt, he's noble;
He had a black mouth, that said other of him.
Sands. He may, my lord, he has wherewithal; in him Sparing would show a worse sin than ill doctrine: Men of his way should be most liberal, They are set here for examples.
Cham. True, they are so;
But few now give so great ones. My barge stays;
Sands. I am your lordship's.
SCENE IV.-The Presence-Chamber in York-Place.
Hautboys. A small Table under a State for the Cardinal, a longer Table for the Guests. Enter at one Door ANNE BULLEN, and divers Lords, Ladies, and Gentlewomen, as Guests; at another Door, enter Sir HENRY GUILDFORD.
Guild. Ladies, a general welcome from his grace
One care abroad; he would have all as merry
Enter Lord Chamberlain, Lord SANDS, and Sir
The very thought of this fair company
Cham. You are young, sir Harry Guildford.
Lov. O, that your lordship were but now confessor To one or two of these!
Sands. I would, I were;
They should find easy penance.