_Wol._ Now, madam, may his highness live in freedom, 200 And this man out of prison?[164] _Q. Kath._ God mend all! _King._ There's something more would out of thee; what say'st? _Surv._ After 'the duke his father,' with the 'knife,'[165] He stretch'd him, and with one hand on his dagger, Another spread on's breast, mounting his eyes, 205 He did discharge a horrible oath, whose tenour Was, were he evil used, he would outgo His father by as much as a performance Does an irresolute purpose. _King._ There's his period, 210 To sheathe his knife in us. He is attach'd; Call him to present trial: if he may Find mercy in the law, 'tis his; if none, Let him not seek't of us: by day and night![166] He's traitor to the height. [_Exeunt._[167] SCENE III. _An antechamber in the palace._ _Enter the_ LORD CHAMBERLAIN _and_ LORD SANDS.[168] _Cham._ Is't possible the spells of France should juggle[169] Men into such strange mysteries?[170] _Sands._ New customs, Though they be never so ridiculous, Nay, let 'em be unmanly, yet are follow'd.[171] _Cham._ As far as I see, all the good our English 5 Have got by the late voyage is but merely[172] 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 counsellors To Pepin or Clotharius, they keep state so. 10 _Sands._ They have all new legs, and lame ones: one would take it,[173] That never saw 'em pace before, the spavin[174] Or springhalt reign'd among 'em.[175] _Cham._ Death! my lord, Their clothes are after such a pagan cut too,[176] That, sure, they've worn out Christendom. _Enter_ SIR THOMAS LOVELL.[177] How now! 15 What news, Sir Thomas Lovell? _Lov._ Faith, my lord, I hear of none but the new proclamation That's clapp'd upon the court-gate. _Cham._ What is't for? _Lov._ The reformation of our travell'd gallants, That fill the court with quarrels, talk, and tailors. 20 _Cham._ I'm glad 'tis there: now I would pray our monsieurs[178] To think an English courtier may be wise, And never see the Louvre.[179]