I say again, there is no English soul Buck. Sir, I am thankful to you; and I'll go along but By your prescription :—but this top-proud fellow, Nor. Say not, treasonous. Buck. To the King I'll say't; and make my As shore of rock. Attend. This holy fox, Did break i' the rinsing. glass Nor. 'Faith, and so it did. Buck. Pray, give me favour, Sir. This cunning Cardinal The articles o' the combination drew, As himself pleas'd; and they were ratify'd; As give a crutch to the dead: But our Count Cardinal Has done this, 'tis well: for worthy Wolsey, he did it. Now this follows, Who cannot err, (Which, as I take it, is a kind of puppy Ere it was ask'd; but when the way was made, Nor. I am sorry To hear this of him; and could wish, he were Buck. No, not a syllable; I do pronounce him in that very shape, 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 Of our most sovereing King. Buck. Lo you, my Lord, The net has fall'n upon me; I shall perish Bran. 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, Which makes my whitest part black. The will of heapen Be done in this and all things! - I obey. O my Lord Aberga'ny, fare you well. Bran. Nay, he must bear you company :- The King [To ABERGAVENNY. Is pleas'd, you shall to the Tower, till you know How he determines further. Aber. As the Duke said, The will of heaven be done, and the King's plea The King, to attack Lord Montacute; and the bodies Of the Duke's confessor, John de la Court, One Gilbert Peck, hic chancellor, Buck. So, so; ' These are the limbs of the plot: No more, I hope. Bran. A monk o' the Chartreux. Buck. O, Nicholas Hopkins? Bran. He. Buck. My surveyor is false; the o'er-great Car dinal Hath show'd him gold: my life is spann'd al ready: I am the shadow of poor Buckingham; SCENE II. The Council- Chamber. Cornets. Enter King HENRY, Cardinal WOLSEY, the Lords of the Council, Sir THOMAS LoVELL, Officers, and Attendants. The King enters leaning on the Cardinal's shoulder. K. Hen. My life itself, and the best heart of it, Thanks you for this great care: I stood, i' the level Of a full-charg'd confederacy, and give thanks That gentleman of Buckingham's: in person And point by point the treasons of his master The King takes his state. The Lords of the A noise within, crying, Room for the Queen. Q. Kath, Nay, we must longer kneel; I am a suitor. Z. Hen. K. Hen. Arise, and take place by us: your suit Never name to us; you have half our power : Q. Kath. Thank your Majesty. Half That you would love yourself; and, in that love, 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 commis sions Sent down among them, which hath flaw'd the heart Of all their loyalties: wherein, although, Of these exactions, yet the King our master, Language unmannerly, yea, such which breaks Nor. Not almost appears, It doth appear: for, upon these taxations, K. Hen. Taxation! VOL. XIII. 2 |