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The Life of King Henry the Eight. Card. Stand forth, & with bold spirit relate what you Most like a carefull Subiect haue collected
[445]
Out of the Duke of Buckingham.
Kin. Speake freely. Sur. First, it was vsuall with him; euery day It would infect his Speech: That if the King Should without issue dye; hee'l carry it so
[450]
To make the Scepter his. These very words I'ue heard him vtter to his Sonne in Law, Lord Aburgany, to whom by oth he menac'd Reuenge vpon the Cardinall.
Card. Please your Highnesse note
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This dangerous conception in this point, Not frended by his wish to your High person; His will is most malignant, and it stretches Beyond you to your friends.
Queen. My learn'd Lord Cardinall,
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Deliuer all with Charity.
Kin. Speake on; How grounded hee his Title to the Crowne Vpon our faile; to this poynt hast thou heard him, At any time speake ought ? Sur.
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He was brought to this, By a vaine Prophesie of Nicholas Henton.
Kin. What was that Henton? Sur. Sir, a Chartreux Fryer, His Confessor, who fed him euery minute
[470]
With words of Soueraignty.
Kin. How know'st thou this? Sur. Not long before your Hignesse sped to France, The Duke being at the Rose, within the Parish Saint Laurence Poultney, did of me demand
[475]
What was the speech among the Londoners, Concerning the French Iourney. I replide, Men feare the French would proue perfidious To the Kings danger: presently, the Duke Said, 'twas the feare indeed, and that he doubted
[480]
'Twould proue the verity of certaine words Spoke by a holy Monke, that oft, sayes he, Hath sent to me, wishing me to permit Iohn de la Car, my Chaplaine, a choyce howre To heare from him a matter of some moment:
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Whom after vnder the Commissions Seale, He sollemnly had sworne, that what he spoke My Chaplaine to no Creature liuing, but To me, should vtter, with demure Confidence, This pausingly ensu'de; neither the King, nor's Heyres
[490]
(Tell you the Duke) shall prosper, bid him striue To the loue o'th'Commonalty, the Duke Shall gouerne England.
Queen. If I know you well, You were the Dukes Surueyor, and lost your Office
[495]
On the complaint o'th'Tenants; take good heed You charge not in your spleene a Noble person, And spoyle your nobler Soule; I say, take heed; Yes, heartily beseech you.
Kin. Let him on: Goe forward. Sur.
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On my Soule, Ile speake but truth, I told my Lord the Duke, by th'Diuels illusions The Monke might be deceiu'd, and that 'twas dangerous For this to ruminate on this so farre, vntill It forg'd him some designe, which being beleeu'd
[505]
It was much like to doe: He answer'd, Tush, It can doe me no damage; adding further, That had the King in his last Sicknesse faild, The Cardinals and Sir Thomas Louels heads

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Should haue gone off. Kin.
[510]
Ha? What, so rancke? Ah, ha, There's mischiefe in this man; canst thou say further?
Sur. I can my Liedge. Kin. Proceed. Sur. Being at Greenwich,
[515]
After your Highnesse had reprou'd the Duke About Sir William Blumer.
Kin. I remember of such a time, being my sworn ser­ (uant, The Duke retein'd him his. But on: what hence? Sur. If (quoth he) I for this had beene committed,
[520]
As to the Tower, I thought; I would haue plaid The Part my Father meant to act vpon Th'Vsurper Richard, who being at Salsbury, Made suit to come in's presence; which if granted, (As he made semblance of his duty) would
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Haue put his knife into him.
Kin. A Gyant Traytor. Card. Now Madam, may his Highnes liue in freedome, And this man out of Prison. Queen. God mend all. Kin.
[530]
Ther's somthing more would out of thee; what (say'st?
Sur. After the Duke his Father, with the knife He stretch'd him, and with one hand on his dagger, Another spread on's breast, mounting his eyes, He did discharge a horrible Oath, whose tenor
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Was, were he euill vs'd, he would outgoe His Father, by as much as a performance Do's an irresolute purpose.
Kin. There's his period, To sheath his knife in vs: he is attach'd,
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Call him to present tryall: if he may Finde mercy in the Law, 'tis his; if none, Let him not seek't of vs: By day and night Hee's Traytor to th'height.
Exeunt.
Scæna Tertia. [Act 1, Scene 3] Enter L. Chamberlaine and L. Sandys. L. Ch. Is't possible the spels of France should iuggle
[545]
Men into such strange mysteries?
L. San. New customes, Though they be neuer so ridiculous, (Nay let 'em be vumanly) yet are follow'd. L. Ch. As farre as I see, all the good our English
[550]
Haue got by the late Voyage, is but meerely A fit or two o'th'face, (but they are shrewd ones) For when they hold 'em, you would sweare directly Their very noses had been Councellours To Pepin or Clotharius, they keepe State so.
L. San.
[555]
They haue all new legs, And lame ones; one would take it, That neuer see 'em pace before, the Spauen A Spring‑halt rain'd among 'em.
L. Ch. Death my Lord,
[560]
Their cloathes are after such a Pagan cut too't, That sure th'haue worne out C istendome: how now? What newes, Sir Thomas Louell?
Enter Sir Thomas Louell. Louell. Faith my Lord, I heare of none but the new Proclamation,
[565]
That's clapt vpon the Court Gate.
L. Cham.

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Scæna Tertia. [Act 1, Scene 3] Enter L. Chamberlaine and L. Sandys. L. Ch. Is't possible the spels of France should iuggle
[545]
Men into such strange mysteries?
L. San. New customes, Though they be neuer so ridiculous, (Nay let 'em be vumanly) yet are follow'd. L. Ch. As farre as I see, all the good our English
[550]
Haue got by the late Voyage, is but meerely A fit or two o'th'face, (but they are shrewd ones) For when they hold 'em, you would sweare directly Their very noses had been Councellours To Pepin or Clotharius, they keepe State so.
L. San.
[555]
They haue all new legs, And lame ones; one would take it, That neuer see 'em pace before, the Spauen A Spring‑halt rain'd among 'em.
L. Ch. Death my Lord,
[560]
Their cloathes are after such a Pagan cut too't, That sure th'haue worne out C istendome: how now? What newes, Sir Thomas Louell?
Enter Sir Thomas Louell. Louell. Faith my Lord, I heare of none but the new Proclamation,
[565]
That's clapt vpon the Court Gate.
L. Cham. What is't for? Lou. The reformation of our trauel'd Gallants, That fill the Court with quarrels, talke, and Taylors. L. Cham. I'm glad 'tis there;
[570]
Now I would pray our Monsieurs To thinke an English Courtier may be wise, And neuer see the Louure.
Lou. They must either (For so run the Conditions) leaue those remnants
[575]
Of Foole and Feather, that they got in France, With all their honourable points of ignorance Pertaining thereunto; as Fights and Fire‑workes, Abusing better men then they can be Out of a forreigne wisedome, renouncing cleane
[580]
The faith they haue in Tennis and tall Stockings, Short blistred Breeches, and those types of Trauell; And vnderstand againe like honest men Or pack to their old Playfellowes; there, I take it, They may Cum Pruiilegio, wee away
[585]
The lag end of their lewdnesse, and be laugh'd at.
L. San. Tis time to giue 'em Physicke, their diseases Are growne so catching. L. Cham. What a losse our Ladies Will haue of these trim vanities? Louell.
[590]
I marry, There will be woe indeed Lords, the slye whorsons Haue got a speeding tricke to lay downe Ladies: A French Song, and a Fiddle, ha's no Fellow.
L. San. The Diuell fiddle 'em,
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I am glad they are going, For sure there's no conuerting of 'em: now An honest Country Lord as I am, beaten A long time out of play, may bring his plaine song, And haue an houre of hearing, and by'r Lady
[600]
Held currant Musicke too.
L. Cham. Well said Lord Sands, Your Colts tooth is not cast yet? L. San. No my Lord, Nor shall not while I haue a stumpe. L. Cham.
[605]
Sir Thomas, Whither were you a going?
Lou. To the Cardinals; Your Lordship is a guest too. L. Cham. O, 'tis true;
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This night he makes a Supper, and a great one, To many Lords and Ladies; there will be The Beauty of this Kingdome Ile assure you.
Lou. That Churchman Beares a bounteous minde indeed,
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A hand as fruitfull as the Land that feeds vs, His dewes fall euery where.
L. Cham. No doubt hee's Noble; He had a blacke mouth that said other of him. L. San. He may my Lord,
[620]
Ha's wherewithall in him; Sparing would shew a worse sinne, then ill Doctrine, Men of his way, should be most liberall, They are set heere for examples.
L. Cham. True, they are so;
[625]
But few now giue so great ones: My Barge stayes; Your Lordship shall along: Come, good Sir Thomas, We shall be late else, which I would not be, For I was spoke to, with Sir Henry Guilford
[630]
This night to be Comptrollers.
L. San. I am your Lordships. Exeunt.
 

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      <l n="579">Out of a forreigne wisedome, renouncing cleane</l>
      <l n="580">The faith they haue in Tennis and tall Stockings,</l>
      <l n="581">Short blistred Breeches, and those types of Trauell;</l>
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      <l n="586">Tis time to giue 'em Physicke, their diseases</l>
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      <speaker rend="italic">L. Cham.</speaker>
      <l n="588">What a losse our Ladies</l>
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      <l n="603">No my Lord,</l>
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      <l n="613">That Churchman</l>
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      <speaker rend="italic">L. Cham.</speaker>
      <l n="617">No doubt hee's Noble;</l>
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      <speaker rend="italic">L. San.</speaker>
      <l n="619">He may my Lord,</l>
      <l n="620">Ha's wherewithall in him;</l>
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      <speaker rend="italic">L. Cham.</speaker>
      <l n="624">True, they are so;</l>
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      <l n="626">My Barge stayes;</l>
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      <l n="630">This night to be Comptrollers.</l>
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      <speaker rend="italic">L. San.</speaker>
      <l n="631">I am your Lordships.</l>
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