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What his high hatred would affect, wants not
A minifter in his pow'r. You know his nature,
That he's revengeful; and I know his fword
Hath a fharp edge: it's long, and't may be said,
It reaches far; and where 'twill not extend,
Thither he darts it. Bofom up my counfel,
You'll find it wholfome. Lo, where comes that rock.
That I advise your shunning.

SCENE II.

Enter Cardinal Wolfey, the purse born before him, cer-tain of the guard, and two fecretaries with papers; the Cardinal in his 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 pleafe you.

Wol. Is he in perfon ready?

Secr. Ay, an't pleafe your Grace.

Wol. 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?.

Ask God for temperance, 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 inftant

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,

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Self

felf

Self-mettle tires him: Not a man in England`
Can advise me, like you: be to your
As you would to your friend.
Buck. I'll to the King,

And from a mouth of honour quite cry down
This Ipswich fellow's infolence, or proclaim
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 fwiftnefs, 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 felf,
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 prefcription; but this top-proud fellow,
Whom from the flow of gall I name not, but
From fincere motions; by intelligence
And prrofs 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 say't, and make my
ftrong

As fhore of rock.

vouch as

-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 master
To this last coftly treaty, th' interview,

That fwallow'd fo much treasure, and like a glass
Did break i'th' rinfing..

Nor.. Faith, and fo it did

Buck

Buck. Pray give me favour, Sir this cunning

Cardinal

were ratify'd

to as much end, But our b Court-Cardinal for worthy Wolfey, Now this follows,

The articles o' th' combination drew As himself pleas'd; and they As he cry'd, let it be As give a crutch to th' dead. Has done this, and 'tis well Who cannot err, he did it. (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.

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.

SCENE III.

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

Bran. Your office, Serjeant; execute it.

b count,

Serja

Serj. Sir,

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

Buck. Lo you, my lord,

The net has fall'n upon me; I fhall perif
Under device and practice.

Bran. I am forry

t

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 pleasure 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;

Thefe 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

SCENE

SCENE IV.

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. Thanks you for this great care.: 1 ftood King.M

Y life it felf, and the beft heart of it,

i'th' level

Of a full charg'd confed'racy, and give thanks
Το you that choak'd it.

Let be call'd before us

That gentleman of Buckingham's in perfon,
I'll hear him his confeffions justifie,

And point by point the treafons of his master
He fhall 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 ftate, takes her up, kiffes and placeth her by him.

Queen. Nay, we muft longer kneel, I am a fuitor. King. Arite,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 Wolfey.

(My

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