Most like a careful subject, have collected
Out of the Duke of Buckingham.

K. Hen.

Speak freely.

Surv. First, it was usual with him, every day It would infect his speech, that if the King

Should without issue die,

he 'll carry 't so

These very words

To make the sceptre his.

I've heard him utter to his son-in-law,

Lord Abergavenny, to whom by oath he menaced Revenge upon the Cardinal.

Wol.

Please your highness, note

This dangerous conception in this point.

Not friended by his wish, to your high person
His will is most malignant; and it stretches
Beyond you, to your friends.

Q. Kath.

Deliver all with charity.

K. Hen.

My learned lord Cardinal,

Speak on.

How grounded he his title to the crown

Upon our fail to this point hast thou heard him

At any time speak aught?

Surv.

He was brought to this

By a vain prophecy of Nicholas Henton.

K. Hen. What was that Henton.

Surv.

His cónfessor: who fed him

Sir, a Chartreux friar,

every minute

With words of sovereignty.

K. Hen.

How know'st thou this?

Surv. Not long before your highness sped to

France,

The Duke being at the Rose, within the parish
Saint Lawrence Poultney, did of me demand
What was the speech among the Londoners
Concerning the French journey? I replied,
Men feared the French would prove perfidious,
To the King's danger. Presently the Duke
Said, 't was the fear, indeed; and that he doubted
"T would prove the verity of certain words
Spoke by a holy monk, "that oft," says he,
"Hath sent to me, wishing me to permit
John de la Car, my chaplain, a choice hour
To hear from him a matter of some moment:
Whom after, under the confession's seal,
He solemnly had sworn that what he spoke
My chaplain to no creature but to me

Should utter, with demure confidence

This pausingly ensued,-'Neither the King nor's heirs,

Tell you the Duke, shall prosper: bid him

strive

To gain the love of the commonalty: the Duke Shall govern England.'

Q. Kath.

If I know you well,

You were the Duke's surveyor, and lost your

office

On the complaint o' the tenants: take good heed
You charge not in your spleen a noble person,

And spoil your nobler soul. I say, take heed;
Yes, heartily beseech you.

K. Hen.

Go forward.

Surv.

Let him on.

On my soul, I'll speak but truth.

I told my lord the Duke, by the devil's illusions The monk might be deceived; and that 't was dangerous for him

To ruminate on this so far until

It forged him some design, which, being believed,
It was much like to do. He answered, Tush!
It can do me no damage;' adding further,
That had the King in his last sickness failed,
The Cardinal's and Sir Thomas Lovell's heads
Should have gone off.

K. Hen.

Ha! what, so rank? Ah ha! There's mischief in this man.-Canst thou say

After your highness had reproved the Duke
About Sir William Bulmer,-

K. Hen.

I remember

Of such a time: being my sworn servant,

The Duke retained him his.-But on what hence?

Surv. 'If,' quoth he, 'I for this had been committed,

As, to the Tower, I thought,-I would have played The part my father meant to act upon

The usurper Richard; who, being at Salisbury, Made suit to come in 's presence'; which if granted, As he made semblance of his duty, would

Have put his knife into him.'

K. Hen.

A giant traitor!

Wol. Now, madam, may his highness live in

freedom,

And this man out of prison?

Q. Kath.

God mend all!

K. Hen. There's something more would out of thee what say'st?

Surv. After the Duke his father,' with 'the

knife,'

He stretched him, and, with one hand on his

dagger,

Another spread on his breast, mounting his eyes,

He did discharge a horrible oath; whose tenor
Was,-were he evil used, he would outgo
His father, by as much as a performance

Does an irresolute purpose.

K. Hen.

To sheathe his knife in us.

There's his period,

He is attached;

Call him to present trial: if he may

Find mercy in the law, 't is his; if none,

Let him not seek 't of us.

By day and night,

He's traitor to the height.

[Exeunt.

SCENE III.-A Room in the Palace

Enter the Lord Chamberlain and Lord SANDS

Cham. Is 't possible the spells of France should

juggle

Men into such strange mysteries?

Sands.

Though they be never so ridiculous,

New customs,

Nay, let 'em be unmanly, yet are followed.

Cham. As far as I see, all the good our English Have got by the late voyage is but merely

A fit or two o' the face; but they are shrewd

ones,

For when they hold 'em, you would swear directly