With smiling plenty, and fair prosperous days ! Let them not live to taste this land's increase,
Abate the edge of traitors, gracious Lord, That would with treason wound this fair land's peace!
That would reduce these bloody days again, Now civil wounds are stopp’d, peace lives again;
And make poor England weep in streams of blood! That she may long live here, God say Amen! (Exeunt.

K I N G H E N R Y VIII.

persons of the bra m a.
King Henry the Eighth.

Garter, King at Arms,
Cardinal Wolsey. Cardinal CAMPEIOS.

Surveyor to the duke of Buchingham.
Capucius, ambassador from the emperor, Charles V. Brandon, and a Sergeant at Arms.
CRANMER, archbishop of Canterbury

Door-keeper of the council-chamber. Porter, and
Duke of NORFOLK. Duke of BUCKINGHAN.

his Man.
Duke of SUFFOLK. Earl of SURREY.

Page to Gardiner. A Crier.
Lord Chamberlain. Lord Chancellor.

Queen CATHARINE, wife to king Henry, afterwards
Gardiner, bishop of Winchester.

divorced.
Bishop of Lincols. Lord Abergavenny Lord Sards. Anne Bullen, her meid of honour, afterwards queen.
Sir Henry GuildFORD. Sir Thomas LOVELL, An old Lady, friend to Anne Bullen.
Sir Anthony Denny, Sir NICHOLAS Vaux.

Patience, woman to queen Catharine.
Secretaries to Wolsey.

Several Lords and Ladies in the dumb shows; Wo-
Cromwell, servant to Wolsey.

mien attending upon the Queen; Spirits, which apGRIFFITH, gentleman-usher to queen Catharine. pear to her; Scribes, Officers, Guards,

and Three other Gentlemen.

other Attendants. Doctor Butts, physician to the king.

SCENE, — chiefly in London and Westminster; once, ut Kimbolton.

***

GAVENNY,

PROLOGUE.

ACT III.
I come no more to make you laugh; things now, Enter the duke of Norfolk, at one door; at the

SCENE I.-Loydon. An antechamber in the palace.
That bear a weighty and a serious brow,
Sad, high, and working, full of state and woe, other the duke of BUCKINGHAM , and the Lord ABER-
Such poble scenes as draw the eye to flow,
We now present. Those that can pity, here

Buck.Good morrow,and well met!How have you done,

Since last we saw in France?
May, if they think it well, let fall a tear;
The subject' will deserve it. Such, as give

Nor. I thank your grace,
Their money out of hope they may believe,

Healthful; and ever since a fresh admirer

Of what I saw there.
May here find truth too. Those, that come to see
Only a show or two, and so agree,

Buck. An untimely ague
The play may pass; if they be still and willing, Stay'd me a prisoner in my chamber, when
I'll undertake, may see away their shilling

Those suns of glory, those two lights of men,
Richly in two short hours. Only they,

Met in the vale of Arde.
That come to hear a merry, bawdy play,

Nor. 'Twixt Guynes and Arde:
A noise of targets, or to see a fellow

I was then present, saw them salute on horseback ;
In a long motley coat, guarded with yellow,

Beheld them, when they lighted, how they clung
Will be deceiv'd: for, gentle hearers, know,

In their embracement, as they grew together;
To rank oor chosen truth with such a show

Which had they, what fuur thron’d ones could have
As fool and fight is, beside forfeiting

weigh'd
Our own brains, and the opinion, that we bring,

Such a compounded one?
To make that only true, we now jutend,

Buck. All the whole time
Will leave us never an understanding friend.

I was my chamber's prisoner.
Therefore, for goodness' sake, and as you are

Nor. Then you lost
known

The view of earthly glory. Men might say,
The first and happiest hearers of the town,

Till this time pomp was single, but now married
Be sad, as we would make ye! Think, ye see

Io one above itself. Each following day
The very persons of our noble story,

Became the next day's master, till the last
As they were living! think, you see them great,

Made former wonders it's. To-day the French,
And follow'd with the general throng, and sweat

All clinquant, all in gold, like heathen gods,
Of thousand friends; then, in a moment, see,

Shone down the English ; and, to-morrow they
How soon this mightiness meets misery!

Made Britain India : every man, that stood,
And, if you can be merry then, l'll say,

Show'd like a mine. Their dwarfish pages were
A man may weep upon his wedding day,

As cherubins, all gilt: the madams too,
Not us'd to toil, did almost sweat to bear
The pride upon them, that their very labour

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Was to them as a painting: now this mask
Buck. Every man,

An Was cry'd incomparable, and the ensuing night After the hideous storm, that follow'd, was

Th Made it a fool, and beggar. The two kings, A thing inspir'd, and, not consulting, broke

In Equal in lustre, were now best, now worst, Into a general prophecy: that this tempest,

IS As presence did present them ; him in eye, Dashing the garment of this peace, aboded

Mo Still him in praise, and, being present both, The sudden breach on't,

If 1 ”Twas said, they saw but one, and no discerner Nor. Which is budded out;

Or Darst wag his tongue in censure. When these suns For France hath flaw'd the league, and hath attach'd BI (For so they phrase them,) by their heralds challeng'a Our merchants' goods at Bourdeaux.

I ar The noble spirits to arms, they did perform Aber. Is it therefore,

By Beyond thought's compass; that former fabulous story, The ambassador is silenc'd ?

WI Being now scen possible enough, got credit, Nor. Marry, is't.

Fri That Bevis was believ'd.

Aber. A proper title of a peace; and parchasid An Buck. O, you go far. At a superfluous rate!

W. Nor. As I belong to worship, and affect Buck. Why, all this business

То In honour honesty, the tract of every thing Our reverend cardinal carried. Would by a good discourser lose some life, Nor. 'Like it your grace,

B Which action's self was tongue to. All was royal ; The state takes notice of the private difference To the disposing of it nought rebell’d, Betwixt you and the cardinal. I advise you,

As Order gave each thing view; the office did (And take it from a heart, that wishes towards you 01 Distinctly his fall function. Honour and plenteous safety!) that you read

A: Buck. Who did guide, The cardinal's malice and his potency

A I mean, who set the body and the limbs Together: to consider further, that

In of this great sport together, as you guess ? What his high hatred would effect, wants not

Nor. One, certes, that promises no element A minister in his power: you know his nature,
In such a business.

That he's revengeful; and I know, his sword
Buck. I pray you, who, my lord ?

Hath a sharp edge; it's long, and, it may be said, Nor. All this was order'd by the good discretion It reaches far, and where 'twill not extend, of the right reverend cardinal of York.

Thither he darts it. Bosom up my counsel,
Buck. The devil speed him! no man's pie is free'd You'll find it wholesome. Lo, where comes that rock,
From his ambitious finger. What had he

That I advise your shunning.
To do in these fierce vanities? I wonder, Enter Cardinal Wolsey, (the purse borne before him)
That such a keech can with his very bulk

certain of the Guard, and two Secretaries with pa- A Take up the rays o' the beneficial sun,

pers. The Cardinal in his passage fixeth his eye And keep it from the earth.

on BuckingHAM, and Buckingham on him,

both Nor. Surely, sir, full of disdain.

1 There's in him stuff, that pats him to these ends : Wol. The duke of Buckingham's surveyor? ha? For, being not propp'd by ancestry, (whose grace Where's his examination? Chalks successors their way,) nor call'd upon 1 Secr. Here, so please you. For high feats done to the crown, neither allied Wol. Is he in person ready? To eminent assistants, but, spider-like,

1 Secr. Ay, please your grace. Out of his self-drawing web, he gives us note, Wol. Well, we shall then know more, and BackingThe force of his own merit makes his way;

ham A gift, that heaven gives for him, which buys Shall lessen this big look. A place next to the king.

(Exeunt Wolsey and train. Aber. I cannot tell,

Buck. This butcher's cur is venom-mouth'd and I What heaven hath given him ; let some graver eye Have not the power to muzzle him; therefore, best Pierce into that! but I can see his pride Not wake him in his slumber. A beggar's book Peep throagh each part of him. Whence has he that? Out-worths a noble’s blood. If not from hell, the devil is a niggard,

Nor. What, are you chaf*d? Or has given all before, and he begins

Ask God for temperance! that's the appliance only, A new hell in himself.

Which your disease requires.
Buck. Why the devil,

Buck. I read in his looks
Upon this French going out, took he npon him, Matter against me, and his eye revil'd
Without the privity o' the king, to appoint Me, as his abject object : at this instant
Who should attend on him? He makes up the file He bores me with some trick: he's gone to the king,
of all the gentry; for the most part such

I'll follow, and out-stare him.
Too, whom as great a charge, as little honour Nor. Stay, my lord !
He meant to lay upon; and his own letter, And let your reason with your choler question
The honourable board of council out,

What 'tis, you go about. To climb steep hills
Must fetch him, in the papers.

Requires slow pace at first. Anger is like
Aber. I do know

A full hot horse, who being allow'd his way,
Kinsmen of miue, three at the least, that have Self-mettle tires him. Not a man in England
By this so sickened their estates, that never Can advise me like you: be to yourself.
They shall abound, as formerly.

As you would to your friend !
Buck. 0, many

Buck. I'll to the king,
Have broke their backs with laying manors on them and from

a mouth of honour quite cry down
For this great journey. What did this vanity, This Ipswich fellow's insolence, or proclaim,
But minister communication of

There's difference in no persons.
A most poor issue?

Nor. Be advis'd!
Nor. Grievingly I think,

Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot,
The peace between the French and us not values That it do singe yourself! We may outrun,
The cost, that did conclude it.

By violent swiftness, that which we rup at

a

:

Act

And lose by over-running. Know yon pot,

Bran. I am sorry,
The fire, that mounts the liquor, till it run o'er, To see you ta'en from liberty, to look on
In seeming to augment it, wastes it? Be advis'd! The business present. 'Tis his highness' pleasure,
I say again, there is no English soul

You shall to the Tower,
More stronger to direct you, than yourself, Buck. It will help me nothing,
If with the sap of reason you would quench, To plead mine innocence ; for that die is on me,
Or but allay, the fire of passion.

Which makes my whitest part black. The will of
Buck. Sir,

heaven
I am thankful to you, and I'll go along

Be done in this and all things !- I obey. –
By your prescription: - but this top-proud fellow, O my lord Aberga'ny, fare you well!
Whom from the flow of gall I name not, but Bran. Nay, he must bear you company!--The king
From sincere motions, by intelligence,

To Abergavenny.
And proofs as clear, as founts in July, when Is pleas’d, you shall to the Tower, till you know,
We see each grain of gravel, I do know

How he determines further.
To be corrupt and treasonous.

Aber. As the duke said,
Nor. Say not, treasonous !

The will of heaven be done, and the king's pleasure
Buch. To the king I'll say't, and make my vouch By me obey'd !
as strong,

Bran, Here is a warrant from
As shore of rock. Attend! This holy fox,

The king, to attach lord Montacute, and the bodies
Or wolf, or both, (for he is equal ravenous,

Of.the duke's confessor, John de la Court,
As he is subtle, and as prone to mischief,

One Gilbert Peck, his chancellor, –
As able to perform it, his mind and place

Buck. So, so;
Infecting one another, yea, reciprocally,)

These are the limbs of the plot: no more, I hope.
Only to show his pomp as well in France,

Bran. A monk o' the Chartreux.
As here at home, suggests the king our master Buck. O, Nicholas Hopkins ?
To this last costly treaty, the interview,

Bran. He.
That swallow'd so much treasure, and, like a glass, Buck. My surveyor is false; the o'er-great cardinal
Did break i'the rinsing.

Hath show'd him gold: my life is spann'd already:
Nor. 'Faith, and so it did.

I am the shadow of poor Buckingham,
Buck. Pray, give me favour, sir! This cunning car- Whose figure even this instant cloud puts on,
dinal

By dark’ning my clear sun. — My lord, farewell!
The articles o'the combination drew,

(Exeunt.
As himself pleas’d; and they were ratified,
As he cried, Thus let be! to as much end,

SCENE II.- The council-chamber.
As give a crutch to the dead : but our count-cardinal Cornets. Enter King Henry, Cardinal Wolsey, the
Has done this, and 'tis well ; for worthy Wolsey, Lords of the Council, Sir Thomas Lovell, Officers,
Who cannot err, he did it. Now this follows, and Attendants. The King enters leaning on the
(Which, as I take it, is a kind of puppy

Cardinals shoulder.
To the old dam, treason,): Charles the emperor, K. Hen. My life itself, and the best heart of it,
Under pretence, to see the queen his aunt,

Thanks you for this great care: I stood i'the level
(For 'twas, indeed, his colour, but he came Of a full-charg'd confederacy, and give thanks
To whisper Wolsey,) here makes visitation. To you, that chok'd it.- Let be cali'd before us
His fears were, that the interview betwixt That gentleman of Buckingham's: in person
England and France might, through their amity, I'll hear him his confessions justify;
Breed him some prejudice; for from this league And point by point the treasons of his master
Peep'd harms, that menac'd him. He privily He shall again relate.
Deals with our cardinal, and, as I trow,—

The King takes his state. The Lords of the Council
Which I do well; for, I am sure, the emperor take their severat places. The Cardinal places him-
Paid, ere he promis'd, whereby his suit was granted, self under the King's feet, on his right side.
Ere it was ask'd; but when the way was made, A noise within, crying: Room for the Queen!
And par'd with gold, the emperor thus desir'd: Enter the Queen, ushered by the Dukes of NORFOLK
That he would please to alter the king's course,

and SUFFOLK : she kneels. The King riseth from
And break the foresaid peace. Let the king know, his state, takes her up, kisses, and placeth her by
(As soon he shall by me,) that thus the cardinal him.
Does buy and sell his honour, as he pleases, Q. Cath. Nay, we must longer kneel: I am a suitor.
And for his own advantage.

K. Hen. Arise, and take place by us! -Half your suit
Nor, I am sorry

Never name to us! you have half our power;
To hear this of him, and could wish, he were The other moiety, ere you ask, is given:
Something mistaken in't.

Repeat your will, and take it!
Buck. No, not a'syllable !

Q. Cath. Thank your majesty!
I do pronounce him in that very shape,

That you would love yourself, and, in that love,
He shall appear in proof.

Not unconsider'd leave your honour, nor
Enter Brandon; a Sergeant at Arms before him, and The dignity of your office, is the point
two or three of the Guard.

Of my petition.
Bran. Your office, sergeant! execute it.

K. Hen. Lady mine, proceed!
Serg. Sir,

Q. Cath. I am solicited, not by a few,
My lord the duke of Buckingham, and earl And those of true condition, that your subjects
Of Hereford, Stafford, Northampton, 1

Are in great grievance: there have been commissions
Arrest thee of high treason, in the name

Sent down among them, which hath flaw'd the heart of our most sovereign king.

Of all their loyalties : -- wherein, although,
Buck. Lo you, my lord !

My good lord cardinal, they vent reproaches
The net has fall’n upon me; I shall perish

Most bitterly on you, as putter-on
Under device and practice.

Of these exactions, yet the king, our

master,

a

some

Yet see,

G

(Whose honour heaven shield from soil!) even he State statues only.
escapes not

K. Hen. Things, done well,
Language unmannerly, yea, such which breaks And with a care, exempt themselves from fear:
The sides of loyalty, and almost appears

Things, done without example, in their issue
In loud rebellion.

Are to be fear'd. Have you a precedent Nor. Not almost appears,

of this commission? I believe, not any. It doth appear: for, upon these taxations,

We must not rend our subjects from our laws, The clothiers all, not able to maintain

And stick them in our will. Sixth part of each?
The many to them ’longing, have put off

A trembling contribution! Why, we take,
The spinsters, carders, fullers, weavers, who, From every tree, lop, bars, and part o’the timber;
Unfit for other life, compellid by hunger

And, though we leave it with a root, thus hack'd,
And lack of other means, in desperate manner

The air will drink the sap. To every county,. Daring the eveot to the teeth, are all in uproar, Where this is question’d, send our letters, with And danger serves among them.

Free pardon to each man, that has denied
K. Hen. Taxation !

The force of this commission! Pray, look to't!
Wherein ? and what taxation ?-My lord cardinal, I put it to your care.
You, that are blam'd for it alike with us,

Wol. A word with you! [To the Secretary.
Know you of this taxation ?

Let there be letters writ to every shire, Wol. Please you, sir,

of the king's grace and pardon! The griev'd commons I know but of a single part, in aught

Hardly conceive of me; let it be nois'd, Pertains to the state; and front but in that file, That through our intercession this revokement Where others tell steps with me.

And pardon comes. I shall anon advise you Q. Cath. No, my lord,

Further in the proceeding. [Exit Secretary
You know no more, than others : but you frame

Enter Surveyor.
Things, that are known alike; which are not whole- Q. Cath. I am sorry, that the duke of Buckingham

Is run in your displeasure.
To those, which would not know them, and yet must K. Hen. It grieves many:
Perforce be their acquaintance. These exactions, The gentleman is learn’d, and a most rare speaker,
Whereof my sovereign would have note, they are To nature none more bound; his training such,
Most pestilent to the hearing; and, to bear them, That he may furnish and instruct great teachers,
The back is sacrifice to the load. They say, And never seek for aid out of himself.
They are devis’d by you, or else you suffer
Too hard an exclamation.

When these so noble benefits shall prove
K. Hen. Still exaction !

Not well dispos'd, the mind growing once corrupt The nature of it? In what kind, let's know, They turn to vicious forms, ten times more ugly, Is this exaction ?

Than ever they were fair. This man so complete,
Q. Cath. I am much too venturous

Who was enroll'd’mongst wonders, and when we,
In tempting of yonr patience, but am bolden'd Almost with ravish'd list’ning, could not find
Under your promis'd pardon. The subject's grief His hour of speech a minute; he, my lady,
Comes through commissions, which compel from each Hath into monstrous habits put the graces,
The sixth part of his substance, to be levied That once were his, and is become as black,
Without delay; and the pretence for this

As if besmeard in hell. Sit by us! you shall liear
Is nam'd, your wars in France. This makes bold (This was his gentleman in trust,) of him
months :

Things to strike honour sad. - Bid him recount
Tongues spit their duties ont, and cold hearts freeze The fore-recited practices ! whereof
Allegiance in them; their curses now

We cannot feel too little, hear too much.
Live, where their prayers did, and it's come to pass, Wol. Stand forth, and with bold spirit relate what
That tractable obedience is a slave

you,
To each incensed will. I would, your highness Most like a careful snbject, have collected
Would give it quick consideration, for

Out of the duke of Buckingham! There is no primer business.

K. Hen. Speak freely. K. Hen. By my life,

Surv. First, it was usual with him, every day This is against our pleasure.

It would infect his speech, that, if the king Wol. And for me,

Should without issue die, he'd carry it so I have no further gone in this, than by

To make the sceptre his. These very words
A single voice; and that not pass'd me, but I have heard him utter to his son-in-law,
By learned approbation of the judges.

Lord Aberga'ny, to whom by oath he menac'd
If I am traduc'd by tongues, which neither know Revenge upon the cardinal.
My faculties, nor person, yet will be

Wol. Please your highness, note
The chronicles of my doing,-let me say, This dangerous conception in this point!
'Tis but the fate of place, and the rough brake, Not friended by his wish, to your high person
That virtue must go throngh. We must not stint His will is most malignant, and it stretches
Our necessary actions, in the fear

Beyond yon, to your friends.
To cope malicious censurers, which ever,

Q. Cath. My learn'd lord cardioal, As ravenous fishes, do a vessel follow,

Deliver all with charity!
That is new trimm'd, but benefit no further,

K. Hen. Speak on!
Than vainly longing. What we oft do best, How grounded he his title to the crown,
By sick interpreters, once weak ones, is

Upon our fail? to this point hast thou heard him
Not ours, or not allow’d; what worst, as oft, At any time speak aught?
Hitting a grosser quality, is cried up

Surv. He was brought to this
For our best act. If we shall stand still,

By a vain prophecy of Nicholas Hopkios.
In fear our motion will be mock'd or carp'd at, K. Hlen. What was that Hopkins ?
We should take root here where we sit, or sit Surv. Sir, a Chartreux friar,

a

His confessor, who fed him every minute Was: Were he evil us’d, he would out-go
With words of sovereignty.

His father, by as much as a performance
K. Hen. How know'st thou this?

Does an irresolute purpose.
Surv. Not long before your highness sped to France, K. Hen. There's his period,
The duke, being at the Rose, within the parish To sheath his knife in us. He is attach'd.
Saint Lawrency Poultney, did of me demand, Call him to present trial: if he may
What was the speech amongst the Londoners Find mercy in the law, 'tis his! If none,
Concerning the French journey? I replied, Let him not seek’t of us! By day and night,
Men fear'd, the French would prove perfidious, He's traitor to the height.

[Exeunt.
To the king's danger. Présently the duke
Said, 'Twas the fear, indeed; and that he doubted, SCENE III. -- A room in the palace.
'Twould prove the verity of certain words

Enter the Lord Chamberlain, and Lord Sands. Spoke by a holy monk; that oft, says he,

Cham. Is it possible, the spells of France should
Hath sent to me, wishing me to permit

juggle
John de la Court, my chaplain, a choice hour, Men into such strange mysteries ?
To hear from him u matter of some moment :

Sands. New customs,
Whom after under the confession's seal

Though they be never so ridiculous,
He solemnly had sworn, that, what he spoke, Nay, let them be unmanly, yet are follow'd.
My chaplain to no creature living, but

Cham. As far as I see, all the good, our English
To me, should utter,' with demure confidence Have got by the late voyage, is but merely
This pausingly ensu’d, – Neither the king, nor his A fit or two o' the face; but they are shrewd ones;
heirs,

For, when they hold them, you would swear directly,
(Tell you the duke) shall prosper : bid him strive Their very noses had been counsellors
To gain the love of the commonalty; the duke To Pepin, or Clotharius, they keep state so.
Shall
govern England.

Sands. They have all new legs, and lame ones;
Q. Cath. If I know you well,

one would take it,
You were the duke's surveyor, and lost your office That never saw them pace before, the spavin,
On the complaint o'the tenants. Take good heed, A springhalt reign’d among them.
You charge not in your spleen a noble person,

Cham. Death! my lord,
And spoil your nobler soul! I say, take heed! Their clothes are after such a pagan cut too,
Yes, heartily beseech you.

That sure, they have worn out christendom. How now?
K. Hen. Let him on!

What news, sir Thomas Lovell ?
Go forward !

Enter Sir TuOMAS LOVELL.
Surv. On my soul, I'll speak but truth.

Lov. 'Faith, my lord,
I told my lord the duke, by the devil's illusions I hear of none, but the new proclamation,
The monk might be deceiv’d, and that’twas dang’rous That’s clapp'd upon the court-gate.
for him,

Cham. What is't for?
To ruminate on this so far, until

Lov. The reformation of our travell’d gallonts,
It forg'd him some design, which, being believ'd, That fill the court with quarrels, talk, and tailors.
It was much like to do: He answer'd, Tush! Cham. I am glad, 'tis there; now I would pray our
It can do me no damage: adding further,

monsieurs
That, had the king in his last sickucss fail'd, To think, an English courtier may be wise,
The cardinal's and sir Thomas Lovell's heads And never see the Louvre.
Should have gone ofl.

Lov. They must either
K. Hen. Ha! what, so rank? Ah,

ha!

(For so run the conditions), leave these remnants There's mischief in this man Canst thou say of fool, and feather, that they got in Fravce, further?

With all their honourable points of ignorance,
Sury. I can, my liege!

Pertaining thereunto, (as fights, and fireworks;
K: Hen. Proceed !

Abusing better men, than they can be,
Surv. Being at Greenwich,

Out of a foreigo wisdom,) renouncing clean
After your highness had reprov'd the duke The faith, they have in tennis, and tall stockings,
About Sir William Blomer,

Short blister'd breeches, and those types of travel,
K. Hen. I remember

And understand again like honest men;
Of such a time: – being my servant sworn, Or pack to their old playfellows: there, I take it,
The duke retain'd him his. But on! What hence? They may, cum privilegio, wear away

Surv. If, quoth he, I for this had been coinmitted, The lag end of their lewdness, and be langh'd at.
A8, to the Tower, I thought, – I would have play'd Sunds. 'Tis time to give them physic, their diseases
The part, my father meant to act upon

Are grown so catching.
The

usurper Richard: who, being at Salisbury, Cham. What a loss our ladies
Made suit to come in his presence; which, is granted, will have of these trim vanities !
As he made semblance of his duty, would

Lov. Ay, marry,
Have put his knife into him.

There will be woe indeed, lords; the sly whoresons
K. Hen. A giant traitor!

Have got a speeding trick to lay down ladies ;
Wol. Now, madam, may his highness live in freedom, A French song, and a fiddle, has no fellow.
And this man out of prison?

Sands. The devil fiddle them! I am glad, they're
Q. Cath. God mend all!

going ; X, Hen. There's something more would out of (For, sure, there's no converting of them ;) now thee; what say'st?

An honest couutry lord, as I am, beaten
Surv. After the duke his father , — with the A long time out of play, may bring his plain-song,
knife,-

And have an hour of heariug; and, by'r-lady,
He stretch'd him, and, with one hand on his dagger, Held current music too,
Another spread on his breast, mounting his eyes, Cham. Well said, lord Sands!
Ile did discharge a horrible oath, whose to our Your colt's tooth is not cast yet.

a

at!