ACT I SCENE III

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King Henry VIII

ACT I SCENE IIIAn ante-chamber in the palace.
[Enter Chamberlain and SANDS]
ChamberlainIs’t possible the spells of France should juggle
Men into such strange mysteries?
SANDSNew customs,
Though they be never so ridiculous,
Nay, let ’em be unmanly, yet are follow’d.5
ChamberlainAs far as I see, all the good our English
Have got by the late voyage is but merely
A fit or two o’ the face; but they are shrewd ones;
For when they hold ’em, you would swear directly
Their very noses had been counsellors10
To Pepin or Clotharius, they keep state so.
SANDSThey have all new legs, and lame ones: one would take it,
That never saw ’em pace before, the spavin
Or springhalt reign’d among ’em.
ChamberlainDeath! my lord,15
Their clothes are after such a pagan cut too,
That, sure, they’ve worn out Christendom.
[Enter LOVELL]
How now!
What news, Sir Thomas Lovell?
LOVELLFaith, my lord,20
I hear of none, but the new proclamation
That’s clapp’d upon the court-gate.
ChamberlainWhat is’t for?
LOVELLThe reformation of our travell’d gallants,
That fill the court with quarrels, talk, and tailors.25
ChamberlainI’m glad ’tis there: now I would pray our monsieurs
To think an English courtier may be wise,
And never see the Louvre.
LOVELLThey must either,
For so run the conditions, leave those remnants30
Of fool and feather that they got in France,
With all their honourable point of ignorance
Pertaining thereunto, as fights and fireworks,
Abusing better men than they can be,
Out of a foreign wisdom, renouncing clean35
The faith they have in tennis, and tall stockings,
Short blister’d 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 privilegio,’ wear away40
The lag end of their lewdness and be laugh’d at.
SANDS‘Tis time to give ’em physic, their diseases
Are grown so catching.
ChamberlainWhat a loss our ladies
Will have of these trim vanities!45
LOVELLAy, marry,
There will be woe indeed, lords: the sly whoresons
Have got a speeding trick to lay down ladies;
A French song and a fiddle has no fellow.
SANDSThe devil fiddle ’em! I am glad they are going,50
For, sure, there’s no converting of ’em: now
An honest country lord, as I am, beaten
A long time out of play, may bring his plainsong
And have an hour of hearing; and, by’r lady,
Held current music too.55
ChamberlainWell said, Lord Sands;
Your colt’s tooth is not cast yet.
SANDSNo, my lord;
Nor shall not, while I have a stump.
ChamberlainSir Thomas,60
Whither were you a-going?
LOVELLTo the cardinal’s:
Your lordship is a guest too.
ChamberlainO, ’tis true:
This night he makes a supper, and a great one,65
To many lords and ladies; there will be
The beauty of this kingdom, I’ll assure you.
LOVELLThat churchman bears a bounteous mind indeed,
A hand as fruitful as the land that feeds us;
His dews fall every where.70
ChamberlainNo doubt he’s noble;
He had a black mouth that said other of him.
SANDSHe may, my lord; has wherewithal: in him
Sparing would show a worse sin than ill doctrine:
Men of his way should be most liberal;75
They are set here for examples.
ChamberlainTrue, they are so:
But few now give so great ones. My barge stays;
Your lordship shall along. Come, good Sir Thomas,
We shall be late else; which I would not be,80
For I was spoke to, with Sir Henry Guildford
This night to be comptrollers.
SANDSI am your lordship’s.
[Exeunt]

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