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, As give a crutch to th' dead. But our b Court-Cardinal Has done this, and 'tis well. for worthy Wolsey, Who cannot err, he did it. Now this follows, (Which, as I take it, is a kind of puppy To th' old dam, treason) Charles the Emperor, Under pretence to see the Queen his aunt, (For 'twas indeed his colour, but he came To whisper Wolfey) here makes visitation: His fears were, that the interview betwixt England and France, might through their amity Breed him some 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 sure the Emperor

Paid ere he promis’d, whereby his suit was granted
Ere it was ask'd. But when the way was made,
And pav'd with gold; the Emp'ror thus desir'd,
That he would please to alter the King's course,
And break the foresaid peace. Let the King know,
(As soon he thall by me) thật thus the Cardinal
Does buy and sell his honour as he pleases,
And for his own advantage. :

Nor. I am sorry
To hear this of him; and could wish you were
Something mistaken in't.

Buck. No, not a syllable:
I do pronounce him in that very shape
He shall appear in proof.

Enter Brandon, a serjeant at arms, before him; and

two or three of the guard. Bran. Your office, Serjeant; execute it.

Serj. b count.

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

Buck. Lo you, my lord,
The net has fallin upon me; I shall per
Under device and practice.

Bran. I am sorry
To see you ta'en from liberty, to look on
The business present. 'Tis his Highness pleasure
You shall to th' Tower.

Buck. It will help me nothing,
To plead mine innocence; for that dye is on me,
Which makes my whit'st part black. The will of heay'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 shall to the Tower, 'till you know How he determines further.

Aber. As the Duke said, The will of heav'n be done, and the King's pleasur* 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'tha Chartreux.
Buck. Nicholas Hopkins ?
Bran. He.

Buck. My surveyor is false, the o'er-great Cardinal
Hath shew'd him gold; my life is spann'd already :
I am the shadow of poor Buckingham,
Whose figure ev'n this instant cloud puts oh,
By dark’ning my clear fun, My lord, farewel. (Exe.


Cornet. Enter King Henry, leaning on the Cardinal's

shoulder; the 'Nobles and Sir Thomas Lovel; the
Cardinal places himself under the King's feet, on his
right side.

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you for this great care : I stood

i'th' level
Of a full charg'd confed'racy, and give thanks
To you that choakd it. Let be called before us
That gentleman of Buckingham's in person,
l'll hear him his confessions justifie,
And point by point the treasons of his master
He Mall again relate.

A noise, with crying, Room for the Queen. Usher'd by

the Duke of Norfolk, Enter the Queen, Norfolk and
Suffolk ; she kneels. The King riseth from his state,
takes her up, kisses and placeth her by him.
Queen. Nay, we must longer kneel, I am a suitor,

King. Arile,and take place by us; half your suit
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 Majesty.
That you would love your self, and in that love
Not unconsider'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 those of true condition, that your subjects
Are in great grievance. There have been commiflions
Sent down among 'em,' which have faw'd the heart
Of all their loyalties; wherein although [To Wolley.


(My good lord Cardinal) they vent reproaches
Most bitterly on you as putter on
Of these exactions, yet the King our master
(Whose honour heav'n shield from soil) escapes not
Language unmannerly; yea such which break's
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 Spinsters, carders, fullers, weavers, who
Unfit for other life, compellid by hunger
And lack of other means, in desp'rate manner
Daring tho event to th' teeth, are all in uproar, .
And danger serves 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 steps with me.

Queen. No, my lord,
You know no more than others : but

you frame.
Things that are known alike, which are not whollome
To those which would not know them, and yet mufti
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 sacrifice to th' load; they say,
They are devis'd by you, or else you

suffer Too hard an exclamation.

King. Still exa&tion!
The nature of it, in what kind let's know
In this exaction ?

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


Comes through commissions, 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 spit their duties out, and cold hearts freeze
Allegiance in them; all their curses now
Live where their pray’rs did; and it's come to passy.
That tractable obedience is a flave
To each incensed will. I would your Highness
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 single voice, and that's

not paft me but
By learned approbation of the judges.
If I'm traduc'd by tongues, which neither know:
My faculties nor person, yet will be

The chronicles of my doing; let me say,
'Tis but the fate of place; and the rough brake
That virtue must go through :: we must not flint:
Our necessary a&tions, in the fear
To cope malicious cenfures ; which ever,
As rav'nous fishes do a vefsel follow
That is new trimm'd; but benefit no further
Than vainly longing. What we oft do best,
By sick 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 stand still, in fear
Our motion will be mock'd or carped at,
We should take root here where we sit ::
Or sit state-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 read our subjects from our laws,


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