SURREY

First, it was usual with him; every day It would infect his Speech: That if the King Should without issue die; he'll carry it so To make the Sceptre his. These very words I've herd him utter to his Son in Law, Lord Aburgany, to whom by oth' he menaced Revenge upon the Cardinal. He was brought to this, By a vain Prophesy of Nicholas Henton. Sir, a Chartreux Fryer, His Confessor, who fed him every minute With words of Sovereignty. Not long before your Hignesse sped to France, The Duke being at the Rose, within the Parish Saint Laurence Poultney, did of me demand What was the speech among the Londoners, Concerning the French Journey. I replied, Men fear the French would prove perfidious To the Kings 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 some moment: Whom after under the Commissions Seal, He solemnly had sworn, that what he spoke My Chaplain to no Creature living, but To me, should utter, with demure Confidence, This pausingly ensued; neither the King, nor's Heirs (Tell you the Duke) shall prosper, bid him strive To the love of the Commonalty, the Duke Shall govern England. On my Soul, I'll speak but truth. I told my Lord the Duke, by the Devils illusions The Monk might be deceived, and that 'twas dangerous For this to ruminate on this so far, until It forged him some design, which being believed It was much Like to do: He answered, Tush, It can do me no damage; adding further, That had the King in his last Sickness failed, The Cardinals and Sir Thomas Lovels heads Should have gone off. I can my Liege. Being at Greenwich. After your Highness had reproved the Duke About Sir William Blumer. If (quoth he) I for this had been committed, As to the Tower, I thought; I would have played The Partly my Father meant to act upon the Usurper Richard, who being at Salsbury, Made suit to come in's presence; which if granted, (As he made semblance of his duty) would Have put his knife into him. After the Duke his Father, with the knife He stretched him, and with one hand on his dagger, Another spread on's breast, mounting his eyes, He did discharge a horrible Oath, whose tenor Was, were he evil used, he would outgo His Father, by as much as a performance Do's and irresolute purpose. I am joyful To meet the least occasion, that may give me Remembrance of my Father-in-Law, the Duke, To be revenged on him. Sir, I should be glad to hear such News as this Once every hour. How came His practises to light? Oh how? how? Ha the King this? Will this work? Would he had. Now all my joy Trace the Conjunction. But will the King Digest this Letter of the Cardinals? The Lord forbid. Sharp enough, Lord for thy Justice. I would 'twer something y to would fret the string, The Master-cord on's heart. The Lord increase this business. The King that gave it. Thou art a proud Traitor, Priest. Thy Ambition (Thou Scarlet sin) robbed this bewailing Land Of Noble Buckingham, my Father-in-Law, The heads of all thy Brother-Cardinals, (With thee, and all thy best parts bound together) Weighed not a hair of his. Plague of your policy, You sent me Deputy for Ireland, Far from his succour; from the King, from all That might have mercy on the fault, thou gavest him: Whilst your great Goodness, out of holy pity, Absolved him with and Axe. By my Soul, Your long Coat (Priest) protects you, Thou shouldst feel My Sword in the life blood of thee else. My Lords, Can you endure to hear this Arrogance? And from this Fellow? If we live thus tamely, To be thus Jaded by a piece of Scarlet, Farewell Nobility: let his Grace go forward, And dare us with his Cap, Like Larks. Yes, that goodness Of gleaning all the Lands wealth into one, Into your own hands (Cardinal) by Extortion: The goodness of your intercepted Packets You writ to 'th Pope, against the King: your goodness Since you provoke me, shall be most notorious. My Lord of Norfolk, as you are truly Noble, As you respect the common good, the State Of our despised Nobility, our Issues, (Whom if he live, will scarce be Gentlemen) Produce the grand sum of his sins, the Articles Collected from his life. I'll startle you Worse then the Sacring Bell, when the brown Wench Lay kissing in your Arms, Lord Cardinal. This cannot save you: I thank my Memory, I yet remember Some of these Articles, and out they shall. Now, if you can blush, and cry guilty Cardinal, You'll show a little Honesty. I had rather want those, then my head; Have at you. First, that without the Kings assent or knowledge, You wrought to be a Legate, by which power You maimed the Jurisdiction of all Bishops. Item, You sent a large Commission To Gregory de Cassado, to conclude Without the Kings will, or the States allowance, A League between his Highness, and Ferrara. Then, That you have sent innumerable substance, (By what means God, I leave to your own conscience) To furnish Room, and to prepare the ways You have for Dignities, to the mere undoing Of all the Kingdom. Many more there are, Which since they are of you, and odious, I will not taint my mouth with. I forgive him. It's no counterfeit. May it please your Grace;—