If with the sap of reason you would quench, Buck. Sir, I am thankful to you, and I'll go along By your prescription; but this top-proud fellow, To be corrupt and treasonous. Nor. Say not, treasonous. Buck. To the king I 'll say 't, and make my vouch as strong Attend. This holy fox, As shore of rock. Or wolf, or both, (for he is equal ravenous, That swallow'd so much treasure, and like a glass Buck. Pray, give me favour, Sir. This cunning cardinal The articles o' the combination drew, As himself pleas'd; and they were ratified, As he cried, "Thus let be," to as much end, As give a crutch t' the dead. But our count-cardinal To the old dam, treason) Charles the emperor, Breed him some prejudice; for from this league, To hear this of him; and could wish he were Buck. No, not a syllable: I do pronounce him in that very shape, He shall appear in proof. Enter BRANDON; a Sergeant at Arms before him, and two or three of the Guard. Bran. Your office, sergeant; execute it. My lord the duke of Buckingham, and earl Buck. The net has fall'n upon me: Under device and practice. Bran. Sir, Lo, you, my lord! I shall perish I am sorry To see you ta'en from liberty, to look on Buck. It will help me nothing, To plead mine innocence; for that die is on me, O! my lord Aberga'ny, fare you well. The king [TO ABERGAVENNY. Is pleas'd you shall to the Tower, till you know The will of heaven be done, and the king's pleasure The king t' attach lord Montacute; and the bodies One Gilbert Peck, his chancellor, Buck. So, so; These are the limbs o' the plot. No more, I hope. Buck. Bran. O! Nicholas Hopkins? He. Buck. My surveyor is false: the o'er-great cardinal Whose figure even this instant cloud puts on, SCENE II. The Council-Chamber. [Exeunt. Cornets. Enter King HENRY, Cardinal WOLSEY, the Lords of the Council, Sir THOMAS LOVELL, Officers, Attendant. The King enters leaning on the Cardinal's Shoulder. K. Hen. My life itself, and the best heart of it, -- Let be call'd before us That gentleman of Buckingham's: in person And point by point the treasons of his master He shall again relate. The King takes his State. The Lords of the Council occupy their several Places. The Cardinal places himself under the King's Feet on his right Side. A Noise within, crying Room for the Queen. Enter the Queen, ushered by the Dukes of NORFOLK and SUFFOLK: she kneels. The King riseth from his State, takes her up, kisses, and placeth her by him. Half your suit Q. Kath. Nay, we must longer kneel: I am a suitor. Q. Kath. Thank your majesty. That you would love yourself, and in that love Not unconsider'd leave your honour, nor The dignity of your office, is the point Of my petition. K. Hen. Lady mine, proceed. Q. Kath. I am solicited not by a few, And those of true condition, that your subjects Are in great grievance. There have been commissions My good lord cardinal, they vent reproaches Most bitterly on you, as putter-on Of these exactions, yet the king our master, Whose honour heaven shield from soil! even he escapes not The sides of loyalty, and almost appears The many to them 'longing, have put off Please you, Sir, I know but of a single part, in ought Pertains to the state; and front but in that file Where others tell steps with me. Q. Kath. No, my lord, You know no more than others; but you frame Things, that are known alike, which are not wholesome The nature of it? In what kind, let's know, Q. Kath. I am much too venturous In tempting of your patience; but am bolden'd Under your promis'd pardon. The subjects' grief 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: their curses now, Live where their prayers did; and it's come to pass, |