« AnteriorContinua »
Buck. Pray give me favour, Sir this cunning
The articles o' th' combination drew
As himself pleas'd; and they were ratify'd
to as much end,
Nor. I am forry
To hear this of him; and could wish you were
Buck. No, not a fyllable:
I do pronounce him in that very shape
Enter Brandon, a ferjeant at arms before him; and two or three of the guard.
Bran. Your office, Serjeant; execute it.
My lord the Duke of Buckingham, and Earl
The net has fall'n upon me;
To fee you ta'en from liberty, to look on
You fhall to th' Tower.
I fhall per
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 Aberganny, fare ye well.
Bran. Nay, he must bear you company. The King Is pleas'd you fhall to the Tower, 'till you know How he determines further.
Aber. As the Duke faid,
The will of heav'n be done, and the King's pleafur By me obey'd.
Bran. Here is a warrant from
The King, t'attach lord Mantague, and the bodies Of the Duke's confeffor, John de la Car,
And Gilbert Peck, his chancellor.
Buck. So, fo;
These are the limbs o'th' plot: no more, I hope!
Buck. Nicholas Hopkins?
Buck. My furveyor is falfe, the o'er-great Cardinal Hath fhew'd him gold; my life is spann'd already: I am the fhadow of poor Buckingham, Whofe figure ev'n this inftant cloud puts on, By dark'ning my clear fun, My lord, farewel; [Exe
Cornet. Enter King Henry, leaning on the Cardinal's fhoulder; the Nobles and Sir Thomas Lovel; the Cardinal places himself under the King's feet, on his right fide.
King.MY life it felf, and the beft heart of it, Thanks you for this great care: I ftood
Of a full charg'd confed'racy, and give thanks
And point by point the treafons of his master
A noife, with crying, Room for the Queen. Ufher'd by the Duke of Norfolk, Enter the Queen, Norfolk and Suffolk; he kneels. The King rifeth from his state, takes her up, kiffes and placeth her by him.
Queen. Nay, we muft 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 ask is given; Repeat your will and take it.
Queen. Thank your Majefty.
That you would love your felf, and in that love
King. Lady mine, proceed.
Queen. I am follicited, not by a few,
Are in great grievance. There have been commiffions
(My good lord Cardinal) they vent reproaches Moft bitterly on you as putter on Of these exactions, yet the King our master (Whofe honour heav'n fhield from foil) efcapes not Language unmannerly; yea fuch which breaks The fides of loyalty, and almoft appears In loud rebellion.
Nor. Not almost appears,
It doth appear; for upon these taxations,
King. Taxation ? :
Wherein and what taxation? my lord Cardinal,
Wol. Please you, Sir,
I know but of a fingle part in ought
Queen. No, my lord,
You know no more than others: but you frame
King. Still exaction! *
The nature of it, in what kind let's know
Queen. I am much too vent'rous
In tempting of your patience, but am bolden'd
Comes through commiffions, which compel from each
Is nam'd your wars in France. This makes bold mouths;
Live where their pray'rs did; and it's come to pass,. That tractable obedience is a flave
To each incensed will. I would your Highness.
This is against our pleasure..
I have no further gone in this, than by
If I'm traduc'd by tongues, which neither know
'Tis but the fate of place; and the rough brake
To cope malicious cenfures; which ever,
King. Things done well
And with a care, exempt themselves from fear