Thither he darts it. Bofom up my counsel,

You'll find it wholfome. Lo, where comes that rock
That I advise your fhunning.

SCENE II.

Enter Cardinal Wolfey, the purfe born before him, certain of the guard, and two Secretaries with papers; the Cardinal in bis paffage fixeth his eye on Buckingham, and Buckingham on him, both full of disdain.

Wol. The Duke of Buckingham's furveyor? ha? Where's his examination ?

Secr. Here, fo please you.

Wol. Is he in perfon ready?
Secr. Ay, an't please

Your Grace.

Wol. It is well, we fhall then know more,

And Buckingham fhall leffen this big look.

[Exeunt Cardinal and his train. Buck. This butcher's cur is venom-mouth'd, and I Have not the pow'r to muzzle him, therefore best Not wake him in his flumber. A beggar's book Out-worths a Noble's blood.

Nor. What, are you chaf'd?

Afk God for temp'rance, that's th' appliance only
Which your disease requires.

Buck. I read in's looks

Matter against me, and his eye

revil'd

Me as his abject object; at this instant

He bores me with fome trick, he's gone to th' King:
I'll follow and out-ftare him.

Nor. Stay, my Lord,

And let your reafon with your choler question
What 'tis you go about. To climb fteep hills
Requires flow pace at firft. Anger is like
A full-hot horfe, who being allow'd his way,
Self-mettle tires bim: not a man in England
Can advise me, like you: be to your felf
As you would to your friend.

Buck. I'll to the King,

And from a mouth of honour quite cry down
This Ipfwich-fellow's infolence, or proclaim

A a 2

There

There's diff'rence in no perfons.

Nor. Be advis'd;

Heat not a furnace for your foe fo hot
That it do finge your felf. We may out-run
By violent fwiftness, that which we run at ;
And lofe by over-running: know you not,
The fire that mounts the liquor 'till't run o'er,
In feeming to augment it, waftes it? be
Advis'd I fay again, there is no English
Soul ftronger to direct you than your self,
If with the fap of reafon you would quench,
Or but allay the fire of paffion.

Buck. Sir,

I'm thankful to you, and I'll go along

By your prescription; but this top-proud fellow,
Whom from the flow of gall I name not, but
From fincere motions, by intelligence
And proofs as clear as founts in July when
We fee each grain of gravel, I do know
To be corrupt and treasonous.

Nor. Say not, treasonous.

Buck. To th' King I'll fay't, and make my vouch as Arong As fhore of rock- attend. This holy fox,

Or wolf, or both (for he is equal rav'nous

As he is fubtle, and as prone to mischief
As able to perform't) his mind and place
Infecting one another, yea, reciprocally;
Only to fhew his pomp, as well in France
As here at home, fuggefts the King our mafter
To this laft coftly treaty, th' enterview,

That swallow'd fo much treafure, and like a glafs
Did break i' th' rinfing.

Nor. 'Faith, and fo it did.

Buck. Pray give me favour, Sir,

this cunning Cardinal

The articles o' th' combination drew
As himself pleas'd; and they were ratify'd

As he cry'd, let it be

-to as much end,

As give a crutch to th' dead. But our Court-Cardinal
Has done this, and 'tis well- for worthy Wolfey,
Who cannot err, he did it. Now this follows,

(Which,

(Which, as I take it, is a kind of puppy
To th' old dam, treafon) Charles the Emperor,
Under pretence to see the Queen his aunt,
(For 'twas indeed his colour, but he came
To whisper Wolfey) here makes vifitation:
His fears were, that the enterview betwixt
England and France might through their amity
Breed him fome prejudice; for from this league
Peep'd harms that menac'd him.
He privily
Deals with our Cardinal, and as I trow,

Which I do well- for I am fure th' Emperor
Paid ere he promis'd, whereby his fuit was granted
Ere it was afk'd. But when the way was made,
And pav'd with gold; the Emp'ror thus defir'd,
That he would please to alter the King's course,
And break the forefaid peace. Let the King know,
(As foon he fhall by me) that thus the Cardinal
Does buy and fell his honour as he pleases,
And for his own advantage.

Nor. I am forry

To hear this of him; and could wish you were
Something mistaken in't.

Buck, No, not a fyllable:

I do pronounce him in that very fhape

He shall appear in proof.

SCENE

III.

Enter Brandon, a Serjeant at arms before him, and tévo or

three of the Guard.

Bran. Your office, Serjeant; execute it.
Serj. Sir,

My Lord the Duke of Buckingham, and Earl
Of Hertford, Stafford, and Northampton, I
Arreft thee of high treafon, in the name
Of our most Sov'reign King.

Buck. Lo you, my Lord,

The net has fall'n upon me; I shall perish
Under device and practice.

Bran. I am forry

To fee you ta'en from liberty, to look on

The bufinefs prefent, 'Tis his Highness' pleasure

You fhall to th' Tower.

Buck. It will help me nothing

To plead mine innocence; for that dye is on me,
Which makes my whit'ft part black. The will of heav'n
Be done in this and all things! I obey.

O my Lord Aberga'nny, fare ye well!

Bran. Nay, he must bear you company. The King
Is pleas'd you shall to th' Tower, 'till you know
How he determines further.

Aber. As the Duke faid,

The will of heav'n be done, and the King's pleasure
By me obey'd!

Bran. Here is a warrant from

The King, t' attach Lord Montague and the bodies
Of the Duke's confeffor, John de la Car,

One Gilbert Peck, his chancellor.

Buck. So, fo;

These are the limbs o' th' plot: no more, I hope?
Bran. A monk o' th' Chartreux.

Buck. Nicholas Hopkins?

Bran, He.

Buck. My furveyor is false, the o'er-great Cardinal
Hath fhew'd him gold; my life is fpann'd already:
I am the shadow of poor Buckingham,

Whofe figure ev'n this inftant cloud puts on,

By dark'ning my clear fun. My Lord, farewel! [Exeunt.
SCENE IV. The Council-Chamber.

Cornet. Enter King Henry, leaning on the Cardinal's fhoul-
der; the Nobles and Sir Thomas Lovell; the Cardinal
places himself under the King's feet, on bis right fide.
King. My life itself, and the beft heart of it,
Thanks you for this great care: I ftood i' th' level
Of a full-charg'd confed'racy, and give thanks
To you that choak'd it. Let be call'd before us
That gentleman of Buckingham's in perfon;
I'll hear him his confeffions juftifie,

And point by point the treasons of his master
He fhall again relate.

A noife, with crying, Room for the Queen. Uber'd by the
Duke of Norfolk, Enter the Queen, Norfolk and Suf-

folk;

folk; he kneels. The King rifeth from bis ftate, takes ber up, kiffes and placeth ber by him.

Queen. Nay, we must longer kneel; I am a fuitor.
King. Arife, and take place by us; half your fuit
Never name to us; you have half our power:
The other moiety ere you afk is given;
Repeat your will and take it.

Queen. Thank your Majesty.

That you would love your felf, and in that love
Not unconfider'd leave your honour, nor

The dignity of your office, is the point

Of my petition.

King. Lady mine, proceed.

Queen. I am follicited, not by a few,

And thofe of true condition, that your fubjects

Are in great grievance. There have been commiffions
Sent down among 'em, which have flaw'd the heart
Of all their loyalties; wherein although,

[To Wolfey, My good Lord Cardinal, they vent reproaches Moft bitterly on you as putter on

Of these exactions, yet the King our mafter

(Whose honour heav'n fhield from foil) escapes not Language unmannerly; yea, fuch which breaks The fides of loyalty, and almoft appears

In loud rebellion.

Nor. Not almoft appears,

It doth appear; for upon these taxations,
The clothiers all, not able to maintain
The many to them 'longing, have put off
The spinfters, carders, fullers, weavers, who
Unfit for other life, compell'd by hunger
And lack of other means, in defp'rate manner
Daring th' event to th' teeth, are all in uproar,
And danger ferves among them.

King. How! taxation?

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 fingle part in ought

Per