Wol. Stand forth, and with bold fpirit relate, what you, Moft like a careful fubject, have collected Out of the Duke of Buckingham. King. Speak freely. Surv. First, it was ufual with him, ev'ry day Lord Aberga'ny, to whom by oath he menac'd Wol. Pleafe your Highness, note His dangerous conception in this point: Queen. My learn'd Lord Cardinal, King. Speak on; How grounded he his title to the crown, Surv. He was brought to this, By a vain prophecy of Nicholas Hopkins. (7) Surv. Sir, a Chartreux friar, His confeffor, who fed him ev'ry minute King. How know'st thou this? Surv. Not long before your Highnefs fped to France, (7) By a vain prophecy of Nicholas HENTON] We heard before, from Brandon, of one Nicholas Hopkins; and now his name is chang'd into Henton; fo that Brandon and the furveyor feem to be in two stories. There is, however, but one and the fame perfon meant, Hopkins; as I have reftor'd it in the text: nor will it be any difficulty to account for the other name, when we co ne to confider, that he was a monk of the convent, call'd Henton, near Bristol. So both Hall and Holingfhead acquaint us. And he might, according to the custom of thofe times, be call'd as well Nicholas of Henton, from the place; as Hopkins, from his family. I formerly fet the text right; and Mr. Pope has fince acceded to my alteration. 0 3 The The Duke being at the Rofe, within the parish To me, fhould utter; with demure confidence, This paufingly enfu'd :-Neither the King, nor's heirs Queen. If I know you well, You were the Duke's furveyor, and lost your office And fpoil your nobler foul: I fay, take heed; (9) King. Let him on. Go forward. (8) under the commiffion's feal He folemnly had fworn,] So all the editions down from the very beginning. But, what commiffion's feal? That is a queftion, I dare fay, none of our diligent editors ever afk'd themselves. The text must be reftor'd, as have corrected it; and honeft Holing fhead, from whom our author took the fubftance of this paffage, may be call'd in as a teftimony.-" The Duke in talk told the Monk, that "he had done very well to bind his chaplain, John de la Court, "under the feal of confeffion, to keep fecret fuch matter." Vid. Life of Henry VIII. p. 863. (9) And Spoil your noble foul:] Mr. Rowe's edition, I think, first fophifticated this paffage: The oldeft copies read, nobler. And it feems very proper for a pious Queen to fay, the foul of any perfon was of a nobler regard than the life of the most noble perfon. Surv. On my foul, I'll fpeak but truth. I told my Lord the Duke, by th' devil's illufions It forg'd him fome defign, which, being believ'd, It was much like to do: he anfwer'd, Tush, It can do me no damage: adding further, King. Ha! what, fo rank? ah ah-- There's mischief in this man; canft thou fay further? King. Proceed. Surv. Being at Greenwich, After your Highnefs had reprov'd the Duke About Sir William Blomer- King. I remember Of fuch a time, he being my fworn fervant, The Duke retain'd him his. But on; what hence? Surv. If, quoth he, I for this had been committed, As to the Tower, I thought; I would have plaid The part my father meant to act upon Th' ufurper Richard, who, being at Salisbury, Made fuit to come in's prefence; which, if granted, (As he made femblance of his duty) would Have put his knife into him. King. A giant traitor! Wol. Now, Madam, may his Highness live in freedom, And this man out of prison? Queen. God mend all! [fay'ft? King. There's fomething more would out of thee; what Surv. After the Duke his father with the knife,He stretch'd him, and with one hand on his dagger, Another spread on's breaft, mounting his eyes, He did discharge a horrible oath, whofe tenour Was, were he evil us'd, he would out-go His father, by as much as a performance Does an irrefolute purpose. King. There's his period, To fheath his knife in us; he is attach'd, [Exeunt.. SCENE, an Apartment in the Palace Enter Lord Chamberlain, and Lord Sands. I Cham. S't poffible the fpells of France should juggle Men into fuch ftrange mysteries? (10), Sands. New customs, Though they be never fo ridiculous, Nay let 'em be unmanly, yet are follow'd. A fit or two o' th' face, but they are threwd ones; To Pepin or Clotharius, they keep state fo.. [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 Chriftendom: how now ?: What news, Sir Thomas Lovel? (10) Men into fuch ftrange myfteries?] What myfteries were these? Why, new fantastic court-fafhions. But to prove it beyond doubt to be a fpurious reading, let us confider the nature of thofe fupertitions, that the metaphors in the foregoing line allude to. It was the opinion of the common people at that time, that conjurors, jugglers, &c. with their fpells and charms could force men to commit idle fantaftick actions; or change their shapes into fomething grotefque and ridiculous. This being alluded to here, 'tis plain, we muft read in the 2d line; Men into fuch frange mockeries. a word, which very well expreffes the whimsical fashions here complain'd of. Mr. Warburton. Enter Enter Sir Thomas Lovel. 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 taylors. Cham. I'm glad, 'tis there; now I would pray our To think an English courtier may be wife, [Monfieurs And never fee the Louvre. Lov. They must either (For fo run the conditions) leave thofe remnants Out of a foreign wifdom; clean renouncing 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 thefe trim vanities? Lov. Ay, marry, There will be woe indeed, Lords; the fly whorefons 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; |