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WOLSEY in his passage fixes his eye on BUCKINGHAM, and BUCKINGHAM on him, both full of disdain.
Wol. The duke of Buckingham's surveyor? ha? Where's his examination?
Crom. Here, so please you.
Wol. Well, we shall then know more :-and Buck
Shall lessen this big look.
[Exeunt WOLSEY, and his train.
Buck. This butcher's cur is venom-mouth'd, and I
Have not the power to muzzle him.
I read in his looks
Matter against me; and his eye revil'd
Me, as his abject object: at this instant
He bores me with some trick: He's gone to the king; I'll follow, and out-stare him.
Nor. Stay, my lord.
And let your reason with your choler question
What 't is you go about.
Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot
That it do singe yourself:-Nay, be advis'd.
I am thankful to you; and I'll go along
By your prescription :-but this top-proud fellow,
And proofs as clear as founts in July, when
Nor. Say not, treasonous.
Buck. To the king I'll say 't; and make
As shore of rock.
Attend. This holy fox, Or wolf, or both, (for he is equal ravenous, As he is subtle; and as prone to mischief, As able to perform 't;)
Only to show his pomp as well in France
To this last costly treaty, the interview,
Nor. 'Faith, and so it did.
Buck. 'Pray, give me favour, sir. This cunning
The articles o' the combination drew,
As himself pleas'd; and they were ratify'd,
Nor. I am sorry
To hear this of him; and could wish, he were
Buck. No, not a syllable;
I do pronounce him in that very shape,
Enter Sergeant at Arms, BRANDON, and Guards. Bran. Sir,
My lord the duke of Buckingham, and earl
Of Hereford, Stafford, and Northampton, I
Buck. Lo you, my lord,
The net has fallen upon me; I shall perish
Bran. I am sorry
To see you ta'en from liberty; "T is his highness' pleasure, You shall to the Tower.
Buck. It will help me nothing,
To plead mine innocence; for that dye is on me, Which makes my whitest part black. The will of heaven
Be done in this and all things!-I obey.
Bran. Here is a warrant from
The king, to attach lord Montacute; and the bodies Of the duke's chaplain, nam'd John de la Court, One Gilbert Peck, his chancellor,
Buck. So, so;
These are the limbs of the plot: No more, I hope. Bran. A monk o' the Chartreux.
Buck. O, Nicholas Hopkins?
Buck. My surveyor is false; the o'er-great cardinal
Whose figure even this instant cloud puts on,
Flourish of Trumpets.
Enter the Lord Chamberlain, King HENRY, leaning on WOLSEY's shoulder; NORFOLK, the Duke of SUFFOLK, Sir THOMAS LOVEL, and CROMWELL.-The Cardinal places himself at the King's feet, on his right side.
King. My life itself, and the best heart of it, Thanks you for this great care: I stood i' the level Of a full-charg'd confederacy; and give thanks you that chok'd it.
[The King and WOLSEY sit.]
Let be call'd before us
That gentleman of Buckingham's: in person
And point by point the treasons of his master
Sir HENRY GUILDFORD without.]
Guil. Room for the queen.
Enter the Queen, ushered by GUILDFORD, who places a cushion on which she kneels:-The King rises, takes her up, and places her by him.
Queen. Nay, we must longer kneel; I am a suitor. King. Arise, and take your place by us :-Half your suit
Never name to us; you have half our power:
The other moiety, ere you ask, is given;
Repeat your will, and take it.
Queen. Thank your majesty.
That you would love yourself; and, in that love,
Not unconsider'd leave your honour, nor
The dignity of your office, is the point
Of my petition.
King. Lady mine, proceed.
Queen. I am solicited, not by a few,
And those of true condition, that your subjects
My good lord cardinal, they vent reproaches
Of these exactions, yet the king our master,
Language unmannerly, yea, such which breaks
Nor. Not almost appears,
It doth appear: for, upon these taxations,
Compell'd by hunger,
And lack of other means, are all in uproar,
And Danger serves among them.
Wherein? and what taxation?-My lord cardinal
You that are blam'd for it alike with us,
Know you of this taxation?
Wol. Please you, sir,
I know but of a single part, in aught
Pertains to the state; and front but in that file
Where others tell steps with me.
Queen. No, my lord,
You know no more than others: but you frame Things, that are known alike; which are not whole
To those which would not know them, and yet must
King. Still exaction!
The nature of it? In what kind, let's know,