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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. | Gent.
I'll save you
2 Gent. Were you there?
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 have brought, viva voce, to his face: At which appear'd against him, his surveyor ; Sir Gilbert Peck his chancellor; and John Car, Confessor to him; with that devil-monk, Hopkins, that made this mischief.
a In the original, “ to him brought.”
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 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?
2 Gent. I do not think he fears death.
Sure, he does not,
'T is likely,
That trick of state
At his return,
All the commons
Wish him ten fathom deep: this duke as much
ham, The mirror of all courtesy. Enter BUCKINGHAM from his arraignment; Tipstaves
before him; the axe with the edge towards him; halberds on each side ; accompanied with Sır TuoMAS LOVELL, SIR NICHOLAS Vaux, SIR WILLIAM SANDS, and common people. 1 Gent.
Stay there, sir, And see the noble ruin'd man you speak of.
2 Gent. Let 's stand close, and behold him. Buck.
All good people, You that thus far have coine to pity me, Hear what I say, and then go home and lose me. I have this day receiv'd a traitor's judgment, And by that name must die: Yet, heaven bear witness, 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 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 me, 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,
Buck. Sir Thomas Lovell, I as free forgive you
Lov. To the water side I must conduct your grace;
Nay, sir Nicholas,
Henry the seventh succeeding, truly pitying
[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,
Good angels keep it from us !
2 Gent. This secret is so weighty, 't will require A strong faith to conceal it.