That you would love your felf, and in that love King. Lady mine, proceed. Queen. I am follicited, not by a few, And thofe of true condition, that your fubjects Are in great grievance. There have been commiffion's [To Wolfey. (My good lord Cardinal) they vent reproaches Moft bitterly on you, as putter onyaño Of these exactions; yet the King our master (Whose honour heav'n fhield from foil) ev'n he escapes not Language unmannerly; yea fuch, which breaks The fides of loyalty, and almost appears In loud rebellion. Nor. Not almoft appears, It doth appear; for upon these taxations, Wherein? and what taxation? my lord Cardinal, Know you of this taxation? Wol. Please you, Sif, I know but of a fingle part in ought Pertains to th' ftate, and front but in that file Where others tell fteps with me. Queen. No, my lord, You know no more than others: but you frame Things that are known alike, which are not wholefome. Most Moft peftilent to th' hearing; and, to bear 'em, King. Still, exaction! The nature of it, in what kind let's know Queen. I am much too vent'rous In tempting of your patience, but am bolden'd Without delay; and the pretence for this Is nam'd, your wars in France. This makes bold mouths; Live where their pray'rs did; and it's come to pafs, To each incenfed will. I would, your Highness King. By my life, This is against our pleasure. I have no further gone in this, than by To cope malicious cenfurers; which ever, That is new trimm'd; but benefit no further For Queen. God mend all! [fay'ft? To fheath his knife in us; he is attach'd, Cham. [Exeunt. SCENE, an Apartment in the Palace. Enter Lord Chamberlain, and Lord Sands. IS't poffible the fpells of France fhould juggle Sai ds. New customs, Though they be never fo ridiculous, Nay let 'em be unmanly, yet are follow'd: (10) Men in to fuch ftrange Myfteries ?] What Myfteries were these? Why, new fantaftick Court-Fashions. But to prove it beyond Doubt to be a fpurious Reading, let us confider the Nature, of those Superftitions; that the Metaphors in the foregoing Line allude to. It was the Opinion of the Common, People, at that time, that Conjurers, Jugglers &c. with their Spells and Charms could force Men to commit idle fantastick Actions; or change their Shapes into fomething grotefque and ridiculous. This being alluded to here, tis plain, we must read in the 2d Line; Men into fuch ftrange Mockeries. a Word, which very well expreffes the whimsical Fashions here complain'd of. Mr. Warburton. . Their very nofes had been counsellors To Pepin or Glotharius, they keep state so. [take it, Sands. They've all new legs, and lame ones; one would (That never faw 'em pace before) the spavin And spring-halt reign'd among 'em. Cham. Death! my lord, Their clothes are after fuch a pagan cut too, That, fure, they've worn out Christendom: how now? Enter Sir Thomas Lovell, Lov. Faith, my lord, I hear of none, but the new proclamation Cham. What is't for? Lov. The reformation of our travell'd gallants, That fill the court with quarrels, talk, and tailors. Cham. I'm glad, 'tis there; now I would pray our To think an English courtier may be wife, And never see the Louvre. Lov. They must either [Monfieurs (For fo run the conditions) leave those remnants Or pack to their old play-fellows; there, I take it, The lag-end of their lewdnefs, and be laugh'd at. Cham. What a lofs our ladies Will have of these trim vanities? Lov. Ay, marry, There will be woe indeed, lords; the fly whorefons Have got a speeding trick to lay down ladies: A A French fong and a fiddle has no fellow. Sands. The devil fiddle 'em! I'm glad, they're going: A long time out of play, may bring his plain fong, ; Cham. Well faid, lord Sands Your colt's tooth is not caft yet? Sands. No, my lord, Nor fhall not, while I have a ftump. Cham. Sir Thomas, Whither are you going? Lov. To the Cardinal's; Your lordship is a guest too. Cham. O, 'tis true; This night he makes a fupper, and a great one, To many lords and ladies; there will be The beauty of this kingdom, I'll affure you. Lov. That churchman bears a bounteous mind, indeed; A hand as fruitful as the land that feeds us, His dew falls ev'ry where. Cham. No doubt, he's noble ; He had a black mouth, that faid other of him. Sands. He may, my lord, h'as wherewithal: in him, Sparing would fhew a worse fin than ill doctrine. They're fet here for examples. Cham. True, they are fo; But few now give fo great ones: my Barge stays; (11) bas wherewithal in him; (11) Sparing would fhew &c.] Thus this has hitherto been falfely pointed. The wherewithal, intended by Lord Sands, was not in the Cardinal's internal Wealth, the Bounty of his Mind; but the Goods of Fortune, his outward Treafures, large Revenues: which would have aggravated the Sin of ParAmony in him. The ingenious Dr. Thirlby likewife corrected this Paffage, as I have done. |