Enter the QUEEN, ushered by GUILDFORD, who places a Cushion, on which she kneels.-The KING rises, takes her up, and places her by him. King, Rise. Queen. Nay, we must longer kneel; I am a suitor. King. Arise, and take your place by us:-Half your suit Never name to us; you have half our power: Queen. Thank your majesty. That you would love yourself; and, in that love, The dignity of your office, is the point Of my petition. King. Lady mine, proceed. Queen. I am solicited, not by a few, And those of true condition, that your subjects My good lord cardinal, they vent reproaches Of these exactions, yet the king our master, Language unmannerly, yea, such which breaks Nor. Not almost appears, It doth appear: for, upon these taxations, Compell'd by hunger, And lack of other means, are all in uproar, King. Taxation! Wherein and what taxation?-My lord cardinal, You that are blam'd for it alike with us, Know you of this taxation? Wol. Please you sir, I know but of a single part, in aught Pertains to the state; and front but in that file Queen. No, my lord, You know no more than others: but you frame Things, that are known alike; which are not whole some To those which would not know them, and yet must King. Still exaction! The nature of it? In what kind, let's know, Queen. I am much too venturous In tempting of your patience; but am bolden'd The sixth part of his substance, to be levy'd Is nam'd, your wars in France: This makes bold mouths: Tongues spit their duties out, and cold hearts freeze Allegiance in them; their curses now, Live where their prayers did. I would, your highness Would give it quick consideration. This is against our pleasure. I have no further gone in this, than by The chronicles of my doing,-let me say, 'Tis but the fate of place, and the rough brake That virtue must go through. If we shall stand still, In fear our motion will be mock'd or carp'd at, King. Things done well, And with a care, exempt themselves from fear; Wol. A word with you. [To CROMWELL. Let there be letters writ to every shire, Of the king's grace and pardon.-The griev'd com mons Hardly conceive of me; let it nois'd, That through our intercession, this revokement And pardon comes: I shall anon advise you Further in the proceeding. [Exit CROMWELL. Queen. I am sorry, that the Duke of Buckingham. Is run in your displeasure. King. It grieves many : The gentleman is learned, a most rare speaker, 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 King. Speak freely. Surv. First, it was usual with him, every day Wol. Please your highness, note This dangerous conception in this point. Beyond you, to your friends. 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, His confessor; who fed him every King. How know'st thou this? that oft minute 66 a Chartreux friar, Hath sent to me, wishing me to permit John de la Court, my chaplain, a choice hour To me, should utter, with demure confidence This pausingly ensu'd,-Neither the king, nor his heirs, (Tell you the duke,) shall prosper: bid him strive 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 To ruminate on this:-He answer'd, “ Tush! King. Ha! what, so rank! Ah, ha! There's mischief in this man :-Canst_thou say ther? Suro. I can, my liege. King. Proceed. Surv. Being at Greenwich, fur |