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Queen. I am much too venturous In tempting of your patience; but am bolden'd Under your promis'd pardon. The subjects' grief Comes through commissions, which compell from
each The sixth part of his substance, to be levy'd Without delay; and the pretence for this Is nam'd, your wars in France: This makes bold
King. By my life,
Wol. And for me,
King. Things done well,
Where this is question'd, send our letters, with
[T. CROMWELL. Let there be letters writ to every shire, Of the king's grace and pardon.-The griev'd com
Hardly conceive of me; let it be nois’d,
[Exit CromweLL. Queen. I am sorry, that the, duke of Buckingham Is run in your displeasure.
King. It grieves many :
graces That once were his, and is become as black As if besmear'd in hell.
Enter Surveyor. Sit by us; you shall hear (This was his gentleman in trust,) of him Things to strike honour sad.-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
you, Most like a careful subject, have collected Out of the duke of Buckingham.
King. Speak freely.
Surv. First, it was usual with him, every day
Wol. Please your highness, note
Queen. My learn'd lord cardinal,
King. Speak on:
Surv. He was brought to this
King. How know'st thou this?
Surv. There is, says he, a Chartreux friar, that ofa Hath sent to me, wishing me to permit John de la Court, my chaplain, a choice hour To hear from him a maiter of some moment : Whom after under the confession's seal He solemnly had sworn, that what he spoke My chaplain to no creature living, but To me, should utter, with demure confidence This pausingly ensuid, -Neither the king, nor his heirs, (Tell you the duke,) shall prosper : bid him strive To the love of the commonalty; the duke Shall govern England.
Queen. If I know you well, You were the duke's surveyor, and lost your office On the complaint o'the tenants : Take good heed, You charge not in your spleen a noble person, And spoil your nobler soul; I say, take heed.
King. Go forward.
Surv. On my soul, I'll speak but truth. I told my lord the duke, By the devil's illusions The monk might be deceiv'd; and that 't was dan
g'rous for him To ruminate on this :-He answer'd, Tush! It can do me no damage : adding further,
That, had the king in his last sickness fail'd,
off. King. Ha! what, so rank! Ah, ha! There's mischief in this man :-Canst thou
fura ther? Surv. I can, my liege. King. Proceed.
Surv. Being at Greenwich,
King. I remember
Surv. If, quoth he, I for this had been committed,
Richard: who, being at Salisbury,
King. A giant traitor !
Queen. Heaven mend all! King. There's something more would ont of thee ; What say’st ?
Surv. After--the duke his father ;-with-the knife,-
King. (Rises.) There's his period,
Let him not seek’t of us ; By day and night,
An Apartment in the Palace.
Enter Chamberlain, and Lord Sands.
Sands. New customs, Though they be never so ridiculous, Nay, let 'em be unmanly, yet are follow'd. They've all new legs, and lame ones; one would
Lov. 'Faith, my lord,
Cham. What is 't for?
Lov. The reformation of our travel'd gallants, That fill the court with quarrels, talk, and tailors. Cham. I am glad, 't is there ; now I would pray
our monsieurs To think an English courtier may be wise, And never see the Louvre.
Sands. What a loss our ladies
Lov. Ay, marry,