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Good my lord Cardinal: I have a dozen healths
[Exeunt with Trumpets.
ACT II. SCENE 1.
Enter two Gentlemen at several Doors.
HITHER away so fast ?
2 Gen. O Sir, God save ye:
1 Gen, I'll save you
the ceremony Of bringing back the pris'ner.
2 Gen. Were you there?
i Gen. I'll tell you in a little. The great Duke
of divers witnesses, which the Duke desir'd
Ž Gen. That was he
1 Gen. The same.
2 Gen. After all this, how did he bear himself?
2 Gen, I do not think he fears death.
1 Gen. Sure he does not, He never was so womanish;
the cause He may a little grieve at,
2 Gen. Certainly,
i Gen. 'Tis likely,
2 Gen. That trick of ftate Was a deep envious one.
I Gen. At his return,
And far enough from court too.
2 Gen. All the commons Hate himn perniciously, and o* my conscience Wish him ten fathom deep: this Duke as much They love and doat on, call him bounteous Buckingham, The Mirror of all courtesie
SCENE II. Enter Buckingham from his Arraignment. Tipstaves be
. fore him, the Axe with the edge towards him. Halberds on each side, accompanied with Sir Thomas Lovel, Sir Nicholas Vaux, Walter Sands, and common People, &c.
1 Gen. Stay there, Sir, And see the noble ruin'd Man you fpeak of.
2 Gen. Let's stand close and behold him.
Buck. All good People, You that thus far have come to pity me, Hear what I say, and then go home and lose me: I have this day receiv'd a traitor's judgment, And by that name muft die; yet heav'n bear witness, And if I have a conscience let it fink me Even as the axe falls, if I be not faithful. To th' law I bear no malice for my death, 'T has done, upon the Premises, but Justice: But those that sought it, I could wish more christians; Be what they will, I heartily forgive 'em Yet let 'em look they glory not in mischief, Nor build their evils on the graves of great men; For then, my guildless blood must cry against 'em. For further life in this world I ne'er hope, Nor will I sue, although the King have mercies More than I dare make faults. You few that loy'd me, And dare be bold to weep for Buckingham, His noble friends and fellows, whom to leave Is only bitter to him, only dying; Go with me like good Angels to my end, And as the long divorce of steel falls on me, Make of your prayers one sweet sacrifice,
And lift, my foul to heav'n. Lead on a God's name.
Lov. I do beseech your Grace for charity,
Buck. Sir Thomas Lovell, I as free forgive you
Buck. Nay, Sir Nicholas,
my bare accusers, That never knew what truth meant; I now seal it; And with that blood will make 'em one day groan før't, My noble father, Henry of Buckingham, Who first rais'd head against alusping Richard, Flying for succour to his servant Banister, Being distress'd, was by that wretch betray'd, And without tryal fell; God's peace be with him! Henry the Sev'nth succeeding, truly pitying My father's loís, like a moft royal Prince Restor’d to me my honours; and from ruins, Made my name once more noble. Now his son,
Henry the Eight, a name, honour, life, and all
loves and counsels,
(Exeunt Buckingham and Traine
2 Gen. If the Duke be guiltless, 'Tis full of woe; yet I can give you inkling of an ensuing eyil, if it fall, Greater than this.
1 Gen. Good angels keep it from us : What may it be; you do not doubt my faith, Sira
2 Gen. This secret is so weighty, 'will require A strong faith to conceal it.
I Gen. Let me have it;
2 Gen. I am confident;