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Queen. I am sorry, that the duke of Buckingham Is run in your displeasure. King. It grieves many :
The gentleman is learn'd, a most rare speaker,
As if besmear'd in hell. 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
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
It would infect his speech, That, if the king
Wol. Please your highness, note
This dangerous conception in this point.
Not friended by his wish, to your high person
Queen. My learn'd lord cardinal,
Deliver all with charity.
King. Speak on:
How grounded he his title to the crown,
Upon our fail to this point hast thou heard him
At any time speak aught ?
Surv. He was brought to this
By a vain prophecy of Nicholas Hopkins.
King, What was that Hopkins?
Surv, Sir, a Chartreux friar,
His confessor; who fed him every minute
With words of sovereignty.
King. How know'st thou this?
Surv. Not long before your highness sped to
The duke being at the Rose, within the parish
Men fear'd, the French would prove perfidious,
Said, 'Twas the fear, indeed; and that he doubted,
To me, should utter, with demure confidence
Shall govern England.
Queen. If I know you well,
You were the duke's surveyor, and lost your office
Surv. On my soul, I'll speak but truth.
I told my lord the duke, By the devil's illusions
'g'rous for him
To ruminate on this so far, until
It forg'd him some design, which, being believ'd,
It was much like to do: He answer'd, Tush!
King. Ha! what, so rank? Ah, hal
There's mischief in this man :-Canst thou say fur
Surv. I can my liege.
Surv. Being at Greenwich,
After your highness had reprov'd the duke
King. I remember
Of such a time :-Being my sworn servant,
The duke retain'd him his.-But on; What hence? Surv. If, quoth he, I for this had been committed, As to the Tower, I thought, I would have play'd
The part my father meant to act upon
The usurper Richard: who, being at Salisbury,
Have put his knife into him.
King. A giant traitor!
Wol. Now, madam, may his highness live in freedom,
And this man out of prison?
Queen. God mend all!
King. There's something more would out of thee;
He stretch'd him, and, with one hand on his dagger,
King. There's his period,
To sheath his knife in us. He is attach'd;
An Apartment 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?
Sands. New customs,
Though they be never so ridiculous,
Nay, let 'em be unmanly, yet are follow'd.
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;