And pardon comes: I shall anon advise you Q. Kath. I am sorry, that the duke of Buck- You were the duke's surveyor, and lost your When these so noble benefits shall prove (This was his gentleman in trust,) of him Most like a careful subject, have collected K. Hen. Speak freely. Surv. First, it was usual with him, every day Wol. Please your highness, note Q. Kath. My learn'd lord cardinal, Deliver all with charity. K. Hen. Speak on: How grounded he his title to the crown, Upon our fail; to this point hast thou heard At any time speak aught? Surv. He was brought to this By a vain prophecy of Nicholas Hopkins. His confessor; who fed him every minute K. Hen. How know'st thou this? [him Surv. Not long before your highness sped to The duke being at the Rose, within the parish "Twould prove the verity of certain words Sure. On my soul, I'll speak but truth. To ruminate on this so far, until [liev'd, K. Hen. Ha! what, so rank? Ah, ha! There's mischief in this man:- -Canst thou say further? Surv. I can, my liege. K. Hen. Proceed. Surv. Being at Greenwich, K. Hen. I remember, Of such a time:-Being my servant sworn, The duke retain'd him his.But on; What hence? Surv. If, quoth he, I for this had been com mitted, As to the Tower, I thought,-1 would have play'd The usurper Richard: who, being at Salisbury, As he made semblance of his duty, would 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 [dagger, eyes, knife,- K. Hen. There's his period, SCENE III-A Room in the Palace. Enter the Lord CHAMBERLAIN, and Lord SANDS. Cham. Is it possible, the spells of France should juggle Men into such strange mysteries? Sands. New customs, Though they be never so ridiculous, Have got by the late voyage, is but merely ones; For when they hold them, you would swear directly, Their very noses had been counsellors That never saw them pace before, the spavin, Cham. Death! my lord, Their clothes are after such a pagan cut too, That, sure, they have worn out Christendom. How now? What news, Sir Thomas Lovell? Enter Sir THOMAS LOVELL. Lov. 'Faith, my lord, I hear of none but the new proclamation Cham. What is't for? Lov. The reformation of our travell'd gallants, [tailors. That fill the court with quarrels, talk, and Cham. I am glad, 'tis there; now I would pray our monsieurs To think an English courtier may be wise, Lov. They must either [nants (For so run the conditions,) leave these remOf fool, and feather, that they got in France, With all their honourable points of ignorance, Pertaining thereunto, (as fights, and fireworks; Abusing better men than they can be, Out of a foreign wisdom,) renouncing clean The faith they have in tennis, and tall stockings, Cham. O, 'tis true: This night he makes a supper, and a great one, A hand as fruitful as the land that feeds us: Cham. No doubt, he's noble; He had a black mouth, that said other of him. [stays;* We shall be late else: which I would not be, [Exeunt. [travel, Enter Lord CHAMBERLAIN, Lord SANDS, and Short blister'd breeches, and those types of at. Sands. "Tis time to give them physic, their Are grown so catching. [diseases Chum. What a loss our ladies Will have of these trim vanities! Lov. Ay, marry, [whoresons There will be woe indeed, lords; the sly 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 an hour of hearing; and, by'r-lady, Held current music too. Cham. Well said, lord Sands; Nor shall not, while I have a stump. Whither were you a-going? Lov. To the cardinal's; Your lordship is a guest too. Cham. You are young, 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 To one or two of these! [confessor Sands. I would, I were; They should find easy penance. Lov. 'Faith, how easy? Sands. As easy as a down-bed would afford it. Cham. Sweet ladies, will it please you sit? Sir Harry, [this: Place you that side, I'll take the charge of His grace is ent'ring.-Nay, you must not freeze; [ther: Two women plac'd together makes cold weaMy lord Sands, you are one will keep them Pray, sit between these ladies. [waking; Sands. By my faith, And thank your lordship.-By your leave, sweet ladies: [Seats himself between ANNE BULLEN and another Lady. * The speaker is at Bridewell, and the Cardinal's house was at Whitehall. + Company. Cham. Well said, my lord.So, now you are fairly seated:-Gentlemen, The penance lies on you, if these fair ladies Pass away frowning. Sunds. For my little cure, Let me alone. BERLAIN. They pass directly before the Cardinal, and gracefully salute him. A noble company! what are their pleasures? Crave leave to view these ladies, and entreat Hautboys. Enter Cardinal WOLSEY, attended; They have done my poor house grace; for and takes his state.* Sunds. Yes, if I make my play.t which 1 pay them A thousand thanks, and pray them take their pleasures. [Ladies chosen for the dance. The KING choose's ANNE BULLEN. K. Hen. The fairest hand I ever touch'd! O, grace Here's to your ladyship; and pledge it, madam, Find out, and he will take it.* For 'tis to such a thing, Anne. You cannot show me. Sands. I told your grace, they would talk Wol. Let me see then. [Comes from his state. By all your good leaves, gentlemen;-Here I'll make My royal choice. K. Hen. You have found him, cardinal: {Unmasking. You hold a fair assembly; you do well, lord: You are a churchman, or, I'll tell you, cardiI should judge now unhappily.† [nal, Wol. I am glad, Your grace is grown so pleasant. K. Hen. My lord chamberlain, Pr'ythee, come hither: What fair lady's that? Cham. An't please your grace, Sir Thomas Bullen's daughter, The viscount Rochford, one of her highness' women. Hautboys.-Enter the KING, and twelve others, 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 music knock it. [Exeunt, with trumpets. ACT II. 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 Came to the bar; where, to his accusations, Confessor to him; with that devil-monk, 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 not: And so his peers, upon this evidence, 2 Gent. After all this, how did he bear him self? 1 Gent. When he was brought again to the bar, to hear [stirr'd His knell wrung out, his judgement, he was 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 2 Gent. Certainly, The cardinal is the end of this. 1 Gent. "Tis likely, Py all conjectures: First, Kildare's attamder, 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, * Dance. And 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 Buckingham, 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; Tipstuves before him, the axe with the edge towards him; halberts on each side: with him, Sir THOMAS LOVELL, Sir NICHOLAS VAUX, Sir WILLIAM SANDS, and common people. 2 Gent. Let's stand close, and behold him. Buck. All good people, You that thus far have come to pity me, [me. And if I have a conscience, let it sink me, men; Be what they will, I heartily forgive them: And dare be bold to weep for Buckingham, Go with me, like good angels, to my end; name. [ly. Lov. I do beseech your grace, for charity, If ever any malice in your heart Were hid against me, now to forgive me frankBuck. Sir Thomas Lovell, I as free forgive As I would be forgiven: I forgive all; [you, There cannot be those numberless offences 'Gainst me, I can't take peace with: no black envy [grace; Shall make my grave.-Commend me to his And, if he speak of Buckingham, pray, tell him, [prayers You met him half in heaven: my vows and 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! Lot. To the water side I must conduct your When I came hither, I was lord high constable, | To the good queen, possess'd him with a And duke of Buckingham; now, poor Ed ward Bohun: 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.for't. My noble father, Henry of Buckingham, Henry the seventh succeeding, truly pitying 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 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! [me, Heaven has an end in all: yet you that hear This from a dying man receive as certain: Where you are liberal of your loves, and counsels, [friends, 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, [hour Pray for me! I must now forsake ye; the last Of my long weary life is come upon me. Farewell: [sad, And when you would say something that is 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! [Sir? Where may it be? You do not doubt my faith, 2 Gent. This secret is so weighty, 'twill reA strong faith to conceal it. 1 Gent. Let me have it; I do not talk much. 2 Gent. I am confident; [quire scruple That will undo her: To confirm this too, 1 Gent. "Tis the cardinal; And merely to revenge him on the emperor, For not bestowing on him, at his asking, The archbishoprick of Toledo, this is purpos'd. 2 Gent. I think you have hit the mark: Bet is't not cruel, That she should feel the smart of this? The cardinal Will have his will, and she must fall. We are too open here to argue this; [Exeunt. SCENE II.-An Ante-chamber in the Palace. Enter the Lord CHAMBERLAIN, reading a Letter. sent for, with all the care I had, I saw well che Cham. My lord,-The horses your lordship sen, ridden, and furnished. They were young, and handsome; and of the best breed in the north. When they were ready to set out for London, e man of my lord cardinal's, by commission, and main power, took 'em from me; with this reason, not before the king: which stopped our mouths, -His master would be served before a subject, if Sir. Turns what he lists. The king will know him one day. Suf. Pray 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 You shall, Sir: did you not of late days hear Between us and the emperor, the queen's A buzzing, of a separation Between the king and Katharine? 1 Gent. Yes, but it held not: For when the king once heard it, out of anger He sent command to the lord mayor, straight To stop the rumour, and allay those tongues That durst disperse it. 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 * Great fidelity great nephew, He dives into the king's soul, and there |