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Who was enroll'd'mongst wonders, and when we,
, ott My learn'd lord cardinal, Deliver all with charity. K. H.
... fierz. Speak on:
How grounded he his title to the crown,
Surv. He was brought to this By a vain prophecy of Nicholas Hopkins.
K. Hen. W. was that Hopkins?
Surv. Sir, a Chartreux friar, His confessor; who fed him 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 h amongst the Londoners Concerning the French journey: I replied, Men fear'd, the French would prove perfidious, To the king's danger. Presently the duke Said, "Twas the fear, indeed; and that he doubted, 'Twould 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 Court, 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, JMy chaplain to no creature living, but To me, should utter, with demure con ce This pausingly ensu'd-Meither the king, nor his rs,
(Tell you the duke) shall prosper: bid him strive
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.
If I know you well, surveyor, and lost your
(1) Conduct, (2) Now Moylor, School.
Surv. On my soul, I'll speak but truth. I told my lord the duke, By the devil's illusions The monk might be deceiv'd; and that 'twas
dang'rous for him,
To ruminate on this so far, until
K. Hen. Ha! what, so rank? Ah, ha! There's mischief in this man:-Canst thou say fur
Cham. Is it possible, the spells of France should iuggle Men into: strange mysteries? Sands. New customs, Though they be never so ridiculous, Nay, let them be unmanly, yet are follow'd. ham. As far as I see, all the good our English Have got by the late voyage, is but merely A fit or two of the face; but they are shrewdones; For when they hold them, you would swear directly, Their very noses had been counsellors To Pepin, or Clotharius, they keep state so. Sands. They have all new legs, and lame ones; one would take it, That never saw them pace before, the spavin,
A springhalt reign'd among them. ham. Death! my lord, Their clothes are after such a in cut too.
That, sure, they have worn out Christendom. How now *
What news, sir Thomas Lovell? Enter Sir Thomas Lovell.
Lop. 'Faith, my lord, I hear of none, but the new proclamation That's clapp'd upon the court-gate. Cham. What is't for? llants,
Lov. The reformation of our travell'd That fill the court with quarrels, talk, and tailors.
Cham. I am glad, 'tis there; now I would pray
To think an English courtier may be wise,
Lov. They must either §: so run the conditions) leave these remnants
fool, and feather, that they got in France,
With all their honourable points of ignorance,
Sands. 'Tis time to give them physic, their dis
eases hing Are grown so catching.
Cham. What a loss our ladies Will have of these trim vanities'
- Ay, marry, There will be wo indeed, lords; the sly whore
sons Have got a speeding trick to lay down ladies; A French song, and a fiddle, has no fellow. Sands. The devil fiddle them! I am glad, they're
going ; (For, sure, there's no converting of them;) now An honest country lord, as I am, beaten A long time out of play, may bring his plain
song, And have our of hearing; and, by’r-lady, Held current music too. frt. Well said, lord Sands; Your colt's tooth is not cast yet. Sands. No, my lord; Nor shall not, while I have a stump. Whii. inor? Sir Thomas, itner were you a Lov. y going To the cardinal's; Your lordship is a guest too. Cham. O, 'tis true: This night he makes a supper, and a great one, To many lords and ladies; there will be The beauty of this kingdom, I'll assure you. Lov. That churchman bears a bounteous mind indeed, A hand as fruitful as the land that feeds us; His dews fall every where. Cham. No doubt, he's noble; He had a black mouth, that said other of him. nds. He may, my lord, he has wherewithal; in him, i.; would show a worse sin than ill doctrine: Men of his way should be most liberal,
1) A disease incident to horses. 2) A palace at Paris. (3) With authority.
They are set here for examples. 3. p o they are so; But few now give so greatones. My barge stays: Yourlordshi o along-Come, good .#. We shall be late else: which I would not be, For I was spoke to, with sir Henry Guildford, This night, to be comptrollers. o: I am yourlordship's. [Exeunt. SCENTE IV.-The presence chamber in Yorkplace. Hautboys. A small table under a state for the Cardinal, a longer table for the guests. Enter at one door, Anne Bullen, and divers Lords, Ladies, and Gentlewomen, as guests; at another door, enter Sir Henry Guildford.
Guild. Ladies, a general welcome from hisgrace Salutes ye all: This night he dedicates To fair content, and you : none here, he ho In all this noble bevy, has brought with her One care abroad; he : have *::::: As first- corn * wine, welcome, Can #: o my lord, you aretardy; Enter Lord Chamberlain, Lord Sands, and Sir
Thomas Lovell. The very thought of this fair company Clapp'd wings to me. ham. You are o sir Harry Guildford.
Sands. Sir Thomas Lovell, had the cardinal But half my lay-thoughts in him, some of these Should find a running banquet ere they rested, I think, would better please them: By my life, They are a sweet society of fair ones.
Lov. O, that your lordship were but now con
To one or two of these !
I were unmannerly, to take you out,
not: And so his peers, upon this evidence, Have found him guilty of high treason. Much He spoke, and learnedly, for life; but all Was either pitied in him, or forgotten. 2 Gent. After all this, how did he bear himself? 1 Gent. When he was brought again to the bar, to hear His knell rung out, his judgment, he was stirr'd With such an agony, he sweat extremely, And something spoke in choler, ill, and hasty: But he fell to É. again, and, sweetly, In all the rest show'd a most noble patience. 2 Gent. I do not think, he fears death.
1 Gent. Sure, he does not. He never was so womanish: the cause He may a little grieve at.
2 Gent. Certainly, The cardinal is the end of this.
1 Gent. 'Tis likely,
#. all conjectures: First, Kildare's attainder,
2 Gent. That trick of state, Was a deep envious one.
1 - At his return,
2 Gent. All the commons
ing The mirror of all courtesy;1 Gent. Stay there, sir, And see the noble ruin'd man you speak of Enter Buckingham from his arraignment; Tipstaves before him, the are with the edge towards him; halberds on each side; with him, Sir Thomas Lovell, Sir Nicholas Vaux, Sir William Sands, and common people. %. Let's stand close, and behold him. tick. All good le 'You that thus far have come to pity ine, people,
Hear what I say, and then go home and lose me.
ness, And, if I have a conscience, let it sink me, Even as the axe falls, if I be not faithful! The law I bear no malice for my death, It has done, upon the premises, but justice: But those, that sought it, I could wish more Christians: Be what they will, I heartily forgive them: Yet let them look, they glory not in mischief, Nor build their evils on the graves of great men; For then my . blood must cry against them: For further life in this world I ne'er hope, Nor will I sue, although the ki More than I dare make faults.
And dare be bold to weep for Buckingham,
Lov. I do beseech your grace, for charity,
Buck. Sir Thomas Lovell, I as free forgive you, As I would be forgiven: I forgive all; There cannot be those numberless offences 'Gainst me, I can't take peace with: no black envy Shall makel my grave.—Commendme to his grace; And, if he speak of Buckingham, pray, tell him, You met him half in heaven: My vows and prayers Yet are the king
's; and, till my soul forsake me, Shall cry for blessings on him; May he live Longer than I have time to tell his years! Ever belov'd, and loving, may his rule be! And, when old time shall lead him to his end, Goodness and he fill up one monument!
Lov. To the water-side I must conduct your
Then give my charge up to sir Nicholas Waux,
Paur. Prepare there,
Buck. Nay, sir Nicholas, Let it alone; my state now will but mock me. When I came hither, I was lord high constable, And *.: Buckingham; now, poor Edward
un: Yet I am richer than my base accusers, That never knew what truth meant: I now sealitAnd with that blood will make them one day groan
My noble father, Henry of Buckingham,
ho first rais'd head against usurping Richard, Flying for succour to his servant Banister, Being distress'd, was by that wretch betray'd, And without trial fell; God's peace be o, him : Henry the Seventh succeeding, truly pitying My father's loss, like a most royal prince, Restor'd me to my honours, and out of ruins, Mademy name once more noble. Now his son, Henry the Eighth, life, honour, name, and all That made me happy, at one stroke has taken For ever from the world. I had my trial, And, must needs say, a noble one; which makesme A little happier than my wretched father: Yet thus far we are one in fortunes, Both Fell by our servants, by those men we lov'd most
A most unnatural and faithless service:
That were the authors.
1 Gent. Good angels keep it from us! Where may it be? You do not doubt my faith, sir?
2 Gent. This secret is so weighty, 'twill require A strong faith to conceal it.
1 Gent. Let me have it; I do not talk much. 2 Gent I am confident;
You shall, sir; Did you not of late days hear
1 Gent. - Yes, but it held not;
2 Gent. But that slander, sir, Is found a truth now: for it grows again Fresher than e'er it was; and held for certain, The king will venture at it. Either the cardinal, Or some about him near, have, out of malice To the good queen, possess'd him with a scruple That will undo her: To confirm this too, Cardinal Campeius is arriv'd, and lately; As all think, for this business.
1 Gent. "Tis the cardinal; And merely to revenge him on the emperor, For not bestowing on him, at his asking, The archbishopric of Toledo, this is purpos'd.
2 Gent. I think, you have hit the mark: But is't
That she should feel the smart of this? The cardinal Will have his will, and she must fall.
1 Gent. 'Tis woful. We are too open here to argue this; Let's think in private more. [Ereunt.
SCENE II—An ante-chamber in the palace. Enter the Lord Chamberlain, reading a letter.
Cham. JMylord-The horses your lordship sent for, with all the care I had, I saw well chosen, rid. den, and furnished. They were young, and hand. some; and of the best breed in the north. When they were ready to set out for London, a man of my lord cardinal's, by commission, and main power, took 'em from me; with this reason, His master would be served before a subject, if not be. fore the king: which stopped our mouths, sir.
I fear, he will, indeed: Well, let him have them.
He will have all, I think. Enter the Dukes of Norfolk and Suffolk. - Well met, my good
JNoor. Lord chamberlain. Cham. Good day to both your graces. Suff. How is the king employ'd? Cham. I left him private, Full of sad thoughts and troubles. JWor. What's the cause * Cham. * the marriage with his brother's wife Has crept too near his conscience. Suff. No, his conscience Has crept too near another lady. .Noor. 'Tis so: This is the cardinal's doing, the king-cardinal: That blind priest, like the eldest son of fortune, Turns what he lists. The king will know him one
dav. Suff. to, God, he do! he'll never know himself else. .Nor. How holily he works in all his business! And with what zeal For, now he has crack'd the league Between us and the emperor, the queen's great nephew, He dives into the king's soul; and there scatters Dangers, doubts, wringing of the conscience, Fears, and despairs, and all these for his marriage: And, out of all these to restore the king, He counsels a divorce; a loss of her, That, like a jewel, has hung twenty years About his neck, yet never lost her lustre; Of her, that loves him with that excellence That angels love good men with; even of her That, ". the greatest stroke of fortune falls, Will bless the king: And is not this course pious? Cham. Heaven keep me from such counses: 'Tis most true, These news are every where; every tongue speaks them, And every true heart weeps for't; All, that dare k into these affairs, see this main end,he French king's sister. Heavenwill one day open The king's eyes, that so long have slept upon This bold bad man. §s. And free us from his slavery. or. We had need pray, And heartily, for our deliverance; Or this imperious man will work us all From princes into pages: all men's honours Lie in one lump before him, to be fashion'd Into what pitch” he please. Suso. For me, my lords, I love him not, nor fear him; there's my creed: As I am made without him, so I’ll stand, If the king please; his curses and his blessings Touch she alike, they are breath I not believe in. I knew him, and I know him; so I leave him To him, that made him proud, the pope. .Noor. Let's in: And, with some other business, put the king From these sad thoughts, that work too much upon him :— My lord, you'll bear us company Cham. - Excuse me: The king hath sent me other-where: Besides, You'll find a most unfit time to disturb him: Health to your lordships. .Noor Thanks, my good lord chamberlain. [Erit Lord Chamberlain.
(1) Great fidelity.
(2) High or low.