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(My good lord Cardinal) they vent reproaches
Most bitterly on you as putter on
of these exactions, yet the King our master
(Whose honour heav'n shield from soil) escapes not
Language unmannerly; yea such which breaks
The sides of loyalty, and almost appears
In loud rebellion..
Nor. Not almost appears,
It doth appear ; for upon these taxations,
The clothiers all, not able to maintain
The many to them longing, have put off
The spinsters, carders, fullers, weavers, who
Unfit for other life, compellid by hunger
And lack of other means, in despårate manner
Daring th' event to th' teeth, are all in uproar,
And danger serves among them.
King. Taxation ?
Wherein ? and what taxation? my lord Cardinal,
You that are blam'd for it alike with us,
Know you of this taxation ?
I know but of a single part in ought
Pertains to th’ state, and front but in that file
Where others tell steps with me.
Queen. No, my lord,
You know no more than others :. but
Things that are known alike, which are not wholsome
To those which would not know them, and yet must
Perforce be their acquaintance. These exactions
(Whereof my Sov'raign would have note) they are
Moft peftilent to th' hearing; and to bear 'em,
The back is sacrifice to th' load; they say,
They are devis'd by you, or else you suffer
Too hard an exclamation.
King. Still exadion !
The nature of it, in what kind let's know
In this exaction?
Queen. I am much too vent'rous-
In tempting of your patience, but am bolden'd
Under your promis'd pardon, The subjects grief
Comes through commissions, which compel from each
The fixth part of his substance, to be levy'd
Without delay; and the prevěnce for this
Is nam'd your wars in France. This makes bold mouths;
Tongues spit their duties out, and cold hearts freeze
Allegiance in them; all their curses now
Live where their pray’rs did; and it's come to pass,
That tractable obedience is a slave
To each incensed will. I would your Highness
Would give it quick consideration, for
There is no primer bafeness.
King. By my life,
This is against our pleasure.
Wol. And for me,
I have no further gone in this, than by
A single voice, and that not past me but
By learned approbation of the judges.
If I'm traduc'd by tongues, which neither know
My faculties nor person, yet will be
The chronicles of my doing; let me say,
'Tis but the fate of place; and the rough brake
That virtue must go through : we must not fint
Our necessary a&tions, in the fear
To cope malicious censures ; which
As rav’nous fishes do a vessel follow
That is new trimm'd; but benefit no further
Than vainly longing. What we oft do beft;
By sick interpreters, or weak ones, is
Not ours, or not allow'd: what worst, as oft
Hitting a groffer quality, is cry'd up
For our best act : if we stand still, in fear
Our motion will be mock'd or carped at,
Wė Mould take root here where we sit :
Or sit state-statues only.
King. Things done well
And with a care, exempt themselves from fear :-
Things done without example, in their issue
Are to be fear'd. Have you a precedent
Of this commission? I believe not any.
We must not rend our subjects from our laws,
And stick them in our will. Sixth part of each!
A trembling contribution why we take
From ev'ry tree, lop, bark, and part o'ch' timber :
And though we leave it with a root thus hackt,
The air will drink the sap. To ev'ry.country.
Where this is question'd, send our letters, with
Free pardon to each man that has deny'd
The force of this commillion; pray look to't,
put it to your care.
Wol. A word with you.
[To the Seeretary.
Let there be letters writto ev'ry shire
Of the King's grace and pardon: The griey'd commons
Hardly conceive of me; let it be nois'd,
That ihrough our intercession, this revokement
And pardon comes ; I shall anon advise you
Further in the proceeding,
[Exit Secretary, SCENE V.
Queen. I'm sorry that the Duke of Buckingham
Is run in your displeasure, ,
King. It grieves many;
The gentleman is learn'd, a most rare speaker,
To nature none more bound, his training such,
That he may furnish and instruct great teachers,
And never seek for aid out of himself.
Yet see, when noble benefits shall prove
Not well dispos'd, the mind growing once corrupt,
They turn to vicious forms, ten times more ugly
Than ever they were fair. This man so compleat,
Who was enrolld 'mongst wonders, and when we
Almost with lift'ning ravish’d, could not find
His hour of speech, a minute; he, my lady,
Hath into monstrous habits put the graces
That once were his, and is become as black
As if besmear'd in hell. Sit, you shall hear,
(This was his gentleman in trust) of him
Things to strike honour sad. Bid him recounc,
To-fore-recited practices, whereof
We cannot feel too little, hear too much.
Wol. Stand forth, and with bold fpirit relate, what you) Most like a careful subject, have collected, Out of the Duke of Buckinghama
King. Speak freely.
Surv. First, it was usual with him, ev'ry day
It would effect his speech, that if the King
Should without issue die, he'd carry't so.
To make the scepter his. These very words
I've heard him utter to his son-in-law,
Lord Aberganny, to whom by oath he menac'd
Revenge upon the Cardinal.
Wol. Please your Highness, note
His dangerous conception in this point,
Not friended by his wish to your high person,
His will is moft malignant, and it stretches
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 hiin
At any time speak ought?
Surv. He was brought to this,
By a vain prophesie of Nicolas Hopkins,
King. What was that Hopkins ?
Surv. Sir, a Chartreux Friar,
His confessor, who fed him ev'ry minute
With words of Soy'reignty.
King. How know'ft thou this?
Surv. Not long before your Highness fped to France, The Duke being at the Rose, within the parish St. Lawrence Poultrey, did of me demand What was the speech among the Londoners Concerning the French journey? I reply'd, Men feard the French would prove perfidious To the King's danger : presently the Duke Said, 'twas the fear indeed, and that he doubted 'Twould prove the verity of certain words, Spoke by a holy Monk, that oft, says he,
Hath sent to me, wishing me to permit,
John de la Car my chaplain, a choice hour
To hear from him a matter of fome moment:
Who (after under the commission's seal
He solemnly had sworn that what he spoke
My chaplain to no creature living but
To me should utter) with demure confidence
Thus pausingly ensu'd; Neither the King, nor's heirs
(Tell you the Duke) Tall prosper, bid him ftrive
To gain the love o'th' commonalty, the Duke
Shall govern England
Queen. If I know you well,
You were the Duke's surveyor, and lost your office:
On the complaint o'ch'tenants; take good heed
You charge not in your spleen a noble person,
And spoil your noble soul; I say take heed
Yes, heartily. I beseech you;
King. Let him on. Go forward,
Surv. 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 dang’rous For him to ruminate on this, 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 failed, 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; can'lt thou say further ?
Surv. I can, my Liege.
Surv, Being at Greenwich,
After your Highnefs had reprov'd the Duke
About Sir William Blomer.
King. I remember
Of such a time, he being my sworn servant,
The Duke retain'd him his. But on; what hence ?
Surv, If, quoth he, I for this had been committed,