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England。〃' QUEEN KATHARINE。 If I know you well； You were the
Duke's surveyor； and lost your office On the complaint o' th' tenants。 Take
good heed You charge not in your spleen a noble person And spoil your
nobler soul。 I say； take heed； Yes； heartily beseech you。 KING。 Let him on。
Go forward。 SURVEYOR。 On my soul； I'll speak but truth。 I told my lord
the Duke； by th' devil's illusions The monk might be deceiv'd； and that
'twas dangerous 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； It can do me no damage'； adding further That； had the King in his
last sickness fail'd； The Cardinal's and Sir Thomas Lovell's heads Should
have gone off。 KING。 Ha！ what； so rank？ Ah ha！ There's mischief in this
man。 Canst thou say further？ SURVEYOR。 I can； my liege。 KING。
Proceed。 SURVEYOR。 Being at Greenwich； After your Highness had
reprov'd the Duke About Sir William Bulmer KING。 I remember Of such
a time： being my sworn servant； The Duke retain'd him his。 But on： what
hence？ SURVEYOR。 'If' quoth he 'I for this had been committed As to
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the Tower I thoughtI would have play'd The part my father meant to act
upon Th' usurper Richard； who； being at Salisbury； Made suit to come in's
presence； which if granted； As he made semblance of his duty； would
Have put his knife into him。' KING。 A giant traitor！ WOLSEY。 Now；
madam； may his Highness live in freedom； And this man out of prison？
QUEEN KATHARINE。 God mend all！ KING。 There's something more
would out of thee： what say'st？ SURVEYOR。 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 tenour Was； were he evil us'd； he would outgo His father by as
much as a performance Does an irresolute purpose。 KING。 There's his
period； To sheath his knife in us。 He is attach'd； Call him to present trial。 If
he may Find mercy in the law； 'tis his； if none； Let him not seek't of us。 By
day and night！ He's traitor to th' height。 Exeunt
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ACT I。 SCENE 3。
London。 The palace
Enter the LORD CHAMBERLAIN and LORD SANDYS
CHAMBERLAIN。 Is't possible the spells of France should juggle Men
into such strange mysteries？ SANDYS。 New customs； Though they be
never so ridiculous； Nay； let 'em be unmanly； yet are follow'd。
CHAMBERLAIN。 As far as I see； all the good our English Have got by
the late voyage is but merely A fit or two o' th' face； but they are shrewd
ones； For when they hold 'em； you would swear directly Their very noses
had been counsellors To Pepin or Clotharius； they keep state so。 SANDYS。
They have all new legs； and lame ones。 One would take it； That never saw
'em pace before； the spavin Or springhalt reign'd among 'em。
CHAMBERLAIN。 Death！ my lord； Their clothes are after such a pagan
cut to't； That sure th' have worn out Christendom。
Enter SIR THOMAS LOVELL
How now？ What news； Sir Thomas Lovell？ LOVELL。 Faith； my lord；
I hear of none but the new proclamation That's clapp'd upon the court gate。
CHAMBERLAIN。 What is't for？ LOVELL。 The reformation of our
travell'd gallants； That fill the court with quarrels； talk； and tailors。
CHAMBERLAIN。 I am glad 'tis there。 Now I would pray our monsieurs
To think an English courtier may be wise； And never see the Louvre。
LOVELL。 They must either； For so run the conditions； leave those
remnants Of fool and feather that they got in France； With all their
honourable points of ignorance Pertaining thereuntoas fights and
fireworks； Abusing better men than they can be； Out of a foreign wisdom
renouncing clean The faith they have in tennis； and tall stockings； Short
blist'red breeches； and those types of travel And understand again like
honest men； Or pack to their old playfellows。 There； I take it； They may；
cum privilegio； wear away The lag end of their lewdness and be laugh'd at。
SANDYS。 'Tis time to give 'em physic； their diseases Are grown so
catching。 CHAMBERLAIN。 What a loss our ladies Will have of these trim
vanities！ LOVELL。 Ay； marry； There will be woe indeed； lords： the sly
whoresons Have got a speeding trick to lay down ladies。 A French song
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and a fiddle has no fellow。 SANDYS。 The devil fiddle 'em！ I am glad they
are going； For sure there's no converting 'em。 Now An honest country lord；
as I am； beaten A long time out of play； may bring his plainsong And have
an hour of hearing； and； by'r Lady； Held current music too。
CHAMBERLAIN。 Well said； Lord Sandys； Your colt's tooth is not cast yet。
SANDYS。 No； my lord； Nor shall not while I have a stamp。
CHAMBERLAIN。 Sir Thomas； Whither were you a…going？ LOVELL。 To
the Cardinal's； Your lordship is a guest too。 CHAMBERLAIN。 O； 'tis true；
This night he makes a supper； and a great one； To many lords and ladies；
there will be The beauty of this kingdom； I'll assure you。 LOVELL。 That
churchman bears a bounteous mind indeed； A hand as fruitful as the land
that feeds us； His dews fall everywhere。 CHAMBERLAIN。 No doubt he's
noble； He had a black mouth that said other of him。 SANDYS。 He may；
my lord； has wherewithal。 In him Sparing would show a worse sin than ill
doctrine： Men of his way should be most liberal； They are set here for
examples。 CHAMBERLAIN。 True； they are so； But few now give so great
ones。 My barge stays； 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 Guildford； This night to be comptrollers。 SANDYS。 I am your
lordship's。 Exeunt
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ACT I。 SCENE 4。
London。 The Presence Chamber in York Place
Hautboys。 A small table under a state for the Cardinal； a longer table
for the guests。 Then enter ANNE BULLEN； and divers other LADIES and
GENTLEMEN； as guests； at one door； at another door enter SIR HENRY
GUILDFORD
GUILDFORD。 Ladies； a general welcome from his Grace Salutes ye
all； this night he dedicates To fair content and you。 None here； he hopes； In
all this noble bevy； has brought with her One care abroad； he would have
all as merry As； first； good company； good wine； good welcome； Can
make good people。
Enter LORD CHAMBERLAIN； LORD SANDYS； and SIR
THOMAS LOVELL
O； my lord； y'are tardy； The very thought of this fair company
Clapp'd wings to me。 CHAMBERLAIN。 You are young； Sir Harry
Guildford。 SANDYS。 Sir Thomas Lovell； had the Cardinal But half my
lay thoughts in him； some of these Should find a running banquet ere they
rested I think would better please 'em。 By my life； They are a sweet
society of fair ones。 LOVELL。 O that your lordship were but now
confessor To one or two of these！ SANDYS。 I would I were； They should
find easy penance。 LOVELL。 Faith； how easy？ SANDYS。 As easy as a
down bed would afford it。 CHAMBERLAIN。 Sweet ladies； will it please
you sit？ Sir Harry； Place you that side； I'll take the charge of this。 His
Grace is ent'ring。 Nay； you must not freeze： Two women plac'd together
makes cold weather。 My Lord Sandys； you are one will keep 'em waking：
Pray sit between these ladies。 SANDYS。 By my faith； And thank your
lordship。 By your leave； sweet ladies。 ＇Seats himself between ANNE
BULLEN and another lady＇ If I chance to talk a little wild； forgive me； I
had it from my father。 ANNE。 Was he mad； sir？ SANDYS。 O； very mad；
exceeding m