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Sket. My brother Heron hath right wisely deliver'd his opinion; for he that threads his needle with the sharp eyes of industry, shall in time go thorough-stitch with the new suit of preferment.
Ast. Spoken to the purpose, my fine witted brother Sketon; for as no indenture but has its counterpane; no noverint but his condition or defeisance; so no right but may have claim, no claim but
may have possession, any act of parliament to the contrary notwithstanding.
Fri. You are all read in mysteries of state, And quick of apprehension, deep in judgment, Active in resolution; and 'tis pity Such counsel should lie buried in obscurity. But why, in such a time and cause of triumph, Stands the judicious mayor of Cork so silent ? Believe it, sir, as English Richard prospers, You must not miss employment of high nature.
J. a-Wat. If men may be credited in their mortality, which I dare not peremptorily aver but they may, or not be; presumptions by this marriage are then, in sooth, of fruitful expectation. Or else I must not justify other men's belief, more than other should rely on mine. Fri. Pith of experience! those that have borne
office, Weigh every word before it can drop from them. But, noble counsellors, since now the present Requires, in point of honour, (pray mistake not,) Some service to our lord; 'tis fit the Scots
Should not engross all glory to themselves,
Sket. The Scots ? the motion is defied: I had rather, for my part, without trial of my country, , suffer persecution under the pressing-iron of reproach; or let my skin be punch'd full of oyletholes with the bodkin of derision.
Ast. I will sooner lose both my ears on the pillory of forgery
Her. Let me first live a bankrupt, and die, in the lousy hole, of hunger, without compounding for sixpence in the pound.
J. a-Wat. If men fail not in their expectations, there may be spirits also that digest no rude affronts, master secretary Frion, or I am cozen'd; which is possible, I grant. Fri. Resolv'd like men of knowledge! at this
feast, then, In honour of the bride, the Scots, I know, Will in some shew, some masque, or some device, Prefer their duties: now, it were uncomely, That we be found less forward for our prince, Than they are for their lady; and by how much We outshine them in persons of account, By so much more will our endeavours meet with A livelier applause. Great emperors Have, for their recreations, undertook Such kind of pastimes; as for the conceit, Refer it to my study; the performance You all shall share a thanks in : 'twill be grateful.
Her. The motion is allow'd; I have stole to a dancing-school when I was a prentice.
Ast. There have been Irish-hubbubs, when I have made one too.
Sket. For fashioning of shapes, and cutting a cross-caper, turn me off to my trade again.
J. a-Wat. Surely, there is, if I be not deceived, a kind of gravity in merriment; as there is, or perhaps ought to be, respect of persons in the quality of carriage, which is, as it is construed, either so,
Fri. Still you come home to me; upon occa
I find you relish courtship with discretion;
[Exeunt all but Frion.
4 Irish-hubbubs.] Tumultuous merry-meetings at wakes and fairs, The speakers, it should be observed, are all from Ireland. Astley, as has been said, was a petty-fogger ; his presence at these hubbubs therefore is natural enough. s Yet our tide, &c.] i.e. hitherto, thus far, &c. as in p. 62.
ACT III. SCENE I.
Westminster. --The Palace.
Enter King HENRY, with his Gorget on, his Sword,
Plume of Feathers, and leading-staff, (truncheon )
K. Hen. A bloody hour will it prove to some,
Urs. They are all silent.
Urs. The powers, who seated
in his defence.
George Abergeny, Cobham, Poynings, Guilford,
instead of subsidies, their lives, We may continue sovereign! Yet, Urswick, We'll not abate one penny, what in parliament Hath freely been contributed; we must not; Money gives soul to action. Our competitor, The Flemish counterfeit, with James of Scotland, Will
prove what courage need and want can nou
Without the food of fit supplies :—but, Urswick,
bound, And free it at my pleasure without bloodshed. Urs. Your majesty's a wise king, sent from
heaven, Protector of the just.
K. Hen. Let dinner cheerfully Be serv'd in ; this day of the week is ours, Our day of providence; for Saturday Yet never fail'd, in all my undertakings, To yield me rest at night.'—[A Flourish.]—What
means this warning ? Good fate, speak peace to Henry!
for Saturday Yet never fail'd me, &c.] The king's predilection for Saturday is noticed by Lord Bacon. Henry had taken great pains to