LOVELL

Faith my Lord, I hear of none but the new Proclamation, That's clapped upon the Court Gate. I marry, There will be woe indeed Lords, the sly whoresons Have God a speeding trick to lay down Ladies. A French Song, and a Fiddle, ha no Fellow. I do beseech your Grace, for charity If ever any malice in your heart Were hid against me, now to forgive me frankly. Now Sir, you speak of two The most remarked in the Kingdom: as for Cromwell, Beside that of the Jewelhouse, is made Master OF the Rolls, and the Kings Secretary. Further Sir, Stands in the gap and Trade of more Preferments, With which the Lime will load him. the Archbishop Is the Kings hand, and tongue, and who dare speak One syllable against him? The reformation of our traveled Gallants, That fill the Court with quarrels, talk, and Tailors. To the Cardinals; Your Lordship is a guest too. That Churchman Bears a bounteous mind indeed, A hand as fruitful as the Land that feeds us, His dews fallen every where. Oh that your Lordship were but now Confessor, To one or two of these. Faith how easy? Yes, my Lord. To the water side I must conduct your Grace; Then give my Charge up to Sir Nicholas Ʋ aux, Who undertakes you to your end. Came you from the King, my Lord? I must to him too Before he go to bed. I'll take my leave. My Lord, I love you; And durst commend a secret to your ear Much weightier then this work. The Queen's in Labour They say in great Extremity, and feared Shee'l with the Labour, end. Me thinks I could Cry the Amen, and yet my Conscience says She's a good Creature, and sweet-Ladie do's Deserve our better wishes. Many good nights, my Lord, I rest your servant. I could not personally deliver to her What you commanded me, but by her woman, I sent your Message, who returned her thanks In the greatest hum see, and desired your Highness Most heartily to pr So said her woman, and that her sufferance made Almost each pang, a death. This is about that, which the Bishop spoke, I am happily come hither. Sir. They must either (For so run the Conditions) leave those remnants Of Fool and Feather, that they God in France, With all their honourable points of ignorance Pertaining thereunto; as Fights and Fireworks, Abusing better men then they can be Out of a foreign wisdom, renouncing clean The faith they have in Tennis and tall Stockings, Short blistered 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 Praulegio, we away The lag end of their lewdness, and be laughed at.