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Good my lord cardinal, I have half a dozen healths
To drink to these fair ladies, and a measure*
To lead them once again ; and then let's dream!
Who's best in favour.-Let the musick knock it.

(Ereunt, with trumpets.


SCENE I. A street.

Enter two Gentlemen, meeting.

1 Gent. Whither away so fast?
2 Gent.

0,-God save you ! Even to the hall, to hear what shall become Of the great duke of Buckingham. 1 Gent.

I'll save you That labour, sir. All's now done, but the ceremony Of bringing back the prisoner. 2 Gent.

Were you there? 1 Gent. Yes, indeed, was I. 2 Gent. Pray, speak, what has happen'd? 1 Gent. You may guess quickly what. 2 Gent.

Is he found guilty ? 1 Gent. Yes, truly is he, and condemn'd upon it. 2 Gent. I am sorry for't. 1 Gent.

So are a number more. 2 Gent. But, pray, how pass'd it?

1 Gent. I'll tell you in a little. The great duke Came to the bar; where, to his accusations, He pleaded still, not guilty, and alleg'd Many sharp reasons to defeat the law. The king's attorney, on the contrary, Urg'd on the examinations, proofs, confessions Of divers witnesses; which the duke desir'd To him brought, viva voce, to bis face;

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At which appear'd against him, his surveyor;
Sir Gilbert Peck his chancellor; and John Court,
Confessor to him; with that devil-monk,
Hopkins, that made this mischief.
2 Gent.

That was he,
That fed him with his prophecies?
1 Gent.

The same.
All these accus'd him strongly; which he fain
Would have flung from him, but, indeed, he could

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 judgement,-he was stirr'u With such an agony, he sweat extremely, And something spoke in choler, ill, and hasty: But he fell to himself 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, By all conjectures: First, Kildare's attainder, Then deputy of Ireland; who remov'd, Earl Surrey was sent thither, and in haste too, Lest he should help his father. 2 Gent.

That trick of state Was a deep envious one. 1 Gent.

At his return,
No doubt, he will requite it. This is noted,
Avd generally; whoever the king favours,
The cardinal instantly will find employment,
And far enough from court too.

2 Gent.

All the commons Hate him perniciously, and, o' my conscience, Wish him ten fathom deep: this duke as much They love and dote on; call him, bounteous Buck

ingham, 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; Tip.

staves before him, the are with the edge towards him; halberds on each side: with him Sir Tho mas Lovell, Sir Nicholas Vaux, Sir William Sands, and common people.

2 Gent. Let's stand close, and behold him.

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 judgement,
And by that name must die; Yet, heaven bear wit.

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 Chris.

tians :
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 guiltless blood must cry against them:
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 lov'd

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 soul to heaven.-Lead on, o'God's name.

Lov. I do beseech your grace, for charity,
If ever any malice in your heart
Were hid against me, vow to forgive me frankly.

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 make* my grave.--Commend me 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!

Loo. To the water-side I must conduct your grace;
Then give my charge up to sir Nicholas Vaux,
Who undertakes you to your end.

Prepare there,
The duke is coming: see, the barge be ready;
And fit it with such furniture, as suits
The greatness of his person.

Nay, sir Nicholas, Let it alone; my state now will but mock me. When I came hither, I was lord high constable, And duke of Buckingham; now, poor Edward Bo.

Yet I am richer than my base accusers,
That never knew what truth meant : I now seal it;
And with that blood will make them one day groan

My noble father, Henry of Buckingham,
Who first rais'd head against usurping Richard,
Flying for succour to his servant Banister,

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Beiug distress'd, was by that wretch betray'd,
And without trial fell; God's peace be with 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,
Made my 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 makes me
A little liappier than my wretched father :
Yet thus far we are one in fortunes,-Both
Fell by our servants, by those men we loy'd most;
A most unnatural and faithless service!
Heaven has an end in all: Yet, you that hear me,
This from a dying man receive as certain:
Where you are liberal of your loves, and counsels,
Be sure, you be not loose; for those you make

And give your hearts to, when they once perceive
The least rub in your fortunes, fall away
Like water from ye, never found again
But where they mean to sink ye. All good people,
Pray for me! I must now forsake ye; the last hour,
Of my long weary life is come upon me.
Farewell :
And when you would say something that is sad,
Speak how I fell.-I have done ; and God forgive

me! [Exeunt Buckingham and train. 1 Gent. O, this is full of pity !-Sir, it calls, I fear, too many curses on their heads, That were the authors. 2 Gent.

If the duke be guiltless, 'Tis full of woe: yet I can give you inkling Of an ensuing evil, if it fall, Greater than this. 1 Gent.

Good angels keep it from us! Where may it be? You do not doubl my faith, sir?

2 Gent. This secret is so weighty, 'twill require A strong faith* to conceal it.


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