Imatges de pÓgina


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, But our b Court-Cardinal Has done this, and 'tis well-for worthy Wolfey, Who cannot err, he did it. Now this follows, (Which, as I take it, is a kind of puppy To th'old dam, treafon) Charles the Emperor, Under pretence to fee the Queen his aunt, (For 'twas indeed his colour, but he came To whisper Wolfey) here makes vifitation: His fears were, that the interview 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 the Emperor Paid ere he promis'd, whereby his fuit was granted Ere it was ask'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.

As give a crutch to th' dead.

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 shape

He fhall appear in proof.


Enter Brandon, a ferjeant at arms before him; and two or three of the guard.

Bran. Your office, Serjeant; execute it.

b count.


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 fhall per
Under device and practice.

Bran. I am forry

To fee you ta'en from liberty, to look on
The bufinefs prefent.

You fhall to th' Tower.

'Tis his Highness pleasure

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!
Bran. A monk o' th' Chartreux.

Buck. Nicholas Hopkins?

Bran. He.

Buck. My furveyor is falfe, the o'er-great Cardinal Hath fhew'd him gold; my life is fpann'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 stood

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 person,
I'll hear him his confeffions justifie,

And point by point the treafons of his master
He hall again relate.

A noife, with crying, Room for the Queen. Usher'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 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 ask is given;
Repeat your will and take it.

Queen. Thank your Majefty.

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 Wolley.


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(My good lord Cardinal) they vent reproaches
Moft bitterly on you as putter on

Of these exactions, yet the King our mafter
(Whofe honour heav'n fhield from foil) escapes not
Language unmannerly; yea fuch which breaks
The fides of loyalty, and almost appears
In loud rebellion.

Nor. Not almost appears,

It doth appear; for upon these taxations,
The clothiers all, not able to maintain
The many to them longing, have put off
The fpinfters, 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. 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 single part in ought

Pertains to th' ftate, and front but in that file

Where others tell fteps with me..

Queen. No, my lord,


You know no more than others: but you frame
Things that are known alike, which are not wholfome ·
To those which would not know them, and yet muft
Perforce be their acquaintance. These exactions
(Whereof my Sov'raign would have note) they are
Moft peftilent to th' hearing; and to bear 'em,
The back is facrifice to th' load; they fay,
They are devis'd by you, or elfe you fuffer
Too hard an exclamation.

King. Still exaction! *

The nature of it, in what kind let's know
In this exaction?

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Queen. I am much too vent'rous
In tempting of your patience, but am bolden'd
Under your promis'd pardon. The subjects grief


Comes through commiffions, which compel from each
The fixth part of his substance, to be levy'd
Without delay; and the pretence for this

Is nam'd your wars in France. This makes bold mouths;
Tongues fpit their duties out, and cold hearts freeze
Allegiance in them; all their curfes now

Live where their pray'rs did; and it's come to pass,.
That tractable obedience is a flave

To each incenfed will. I would your Highnefs.
Would give it quick confideration, for.
There is no primer baseness..

King. By my life,

This is against our pleasure..
Wol. And for me,

I have no further gone in this, than by
A fingle voice, and that not paft me but
By learned approbation of the judges.


If I'm traduc'd by tongues, which neither know
My faculties nor perfon, yet will be

The chronicles of my doing; let me fay,
'Tis but the fate of place; and the rough brake
That virtue must go through: we must not ftint:
Our neceffary actions, in the fear

To cope malicious cenfures; which ever,
As rav'nous fifhes do a veffel follow

That is new trimm'd; but benefit no further
Than vainly longing. What we oft do beft,
By fick interpreters, or weak ones, is
Not ours, or not allow'd: what worst, as oft
Hitting a groffer quality, is cry'd up
For our best act: if we ftand still, in fear-
Our motion will be mock'd or carped at,
We fhould take root here where we fit::
Or fit ftate-statues only.

King. Things done well

And with a care, exempt themselves from fear :
Things done without example, in their issue
Are to be fear'd. Have you a precedent
Of this commiffion? I believe not any.
We must not rend our subjects from our laws,


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