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What his high hatred would affect, wants not
A minister in his pow'r. You know his nature,
That he's revengeful; and I know his sword
Hath a sharp edge: it's long, and't may be faid,
It reaches far; and where 'twill not extend,
Thither he darts it. Bosom up my counsel,
You'll find it wholsome. Lo, where comes that rock
That I advise your shunning.

SCENE II.

Enter Cardinal Wolsey, the purse born before him, cer-tain of the guard, and two secretaries with papers. the Cardinal in his passage fixeth his eye on Bucking-ham, and Buckingham on him, both full of disdain. Wol. The Duke of Buckingham's surveyor? ha!:

Where's his examination ?

Secr. Here, so please you.
Wol. Is he in person ready?

Secr. Ay, an't please your Grace.

Wol. Well, we shall then know more,

And Buckingham shall lessen this big look.

[Exeunt Cardinal and his train..

Buck. This butcher's cur is venom-mouth'd, and I Have not the pow'r to muzzle him, therefore best Not wake him in his slumber. A beggar's book Out-worths a noble's blood.

Nor. What, are you chaf'd?.

Ask God for temperance, that's th' appliance only
Which your disease requires.

Buck. I read in's looks

Matter against me, and his eye revil'd

Me as his abject object; at this instant

He bores me with fome trick, he's gone to th' King::

I'll follow and out-stare him.

Nor. Stay, my lord,

And let your reason with your choler question
What 'tis you go about. To climb fteep hills
Requires flow pace at first. Anger is like
A full-hot horfe, who being allow'd his way,

As

Self

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Self-mettle tires him: Not a man in England
Can advise me, like you: be to your self
As you would to your friend.

Buck. I'll to the King,

And from a mouth of honour quite cry down
This Ipswich fellow's insolence, or proclaim
There's diff'rence in no persons.

Nor. Be advis'd;

Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot
That it do finge your self. We may out-run,
By violent swiftness, that which we run at;
And lofe by over-running: know you not,
The fire that mounts the liquor 'till't run o'er,
In seeming to augment it, wastes it: be
Advis'd I say again, there is no English
Soul stronger to direct you than your self,
If with the sap of reason you would quench,
Or but allay the fire of passion..

Buck. Sir,

I'm thankful to you, and I'll go along

By your prescription; but this top-proud fellow,
Whom from the flow of gall I name not, but
From fincere motions; by intelligence

And prrofs as clear as founts in July, when.

We see each grain of gravel, I do know

To be corrupt and treasonous.

Nor. Say not, treasonous.

Buck. To th' King I'll say't, and make my vouch as

strong

As shore of rock attend. This holy fox,
Or wolf, or both (for he is equal rav'nous
As he is subtle, and as prone to mischief
As able to perform't) his mind and place
Infecting one another; yea, reciprocally,
Only to shew his pomp, as well in France.
As here at home, suggests the King our master
To this last costly treaty, th' interview,
That swallow'd fo much treasure, and like a glass
Did break i'th' rinfing..

Nor. Faith, and so it did.

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Buck

Buck. Pray give me favour, Sir -
Cardinal

this cunning

The articles o' th' combination drew
As himself pleas'd; and they were ratify'd
As he cry'd, let it be
- to as much end,
As give a crutch to th' dead. But ourb Court-Cardinal
Has done this, and 'tis well-for worthy Wolsey,
Who cannot err, he did it. Now this follows,
(Which, as I take it, is a kind of puppy
To th'old dam, treason) Charles the Emperor,
Under pretence to see the Queen his aunt,
(For 'twas indeed his colour, but he came
To whisper Wolsey) here makes visitation:
His fears were, that the interview betwixt
England and France, might through their amity
Breed him some prejudice; for from this league
Peep'd harms that menac'd him. He privily
Deals with our Cardinal, and as I trow,
Which I do well - for I am sure the Emperor!
Paid ere he promis'd, whereby his suit was granted,
Ere it was ask'd. But when the way was made,
And pav'd with gold; the Emp'ror thus defir'd,
That he would please to alter the King's course,
And break the foresaid peace. Let the King know,
(As foon he shall by me) that thus the Cardinal
Does buy and fell his honour as he pleases,
And for his own advantage.

Nor. I am forry

To hear this of him; and could wish you were

Something mistaken in't.

Buck. No, not a fyllable:

I do pronounce him in that very shape

He shall appear in proof.

SCENE III.

Enter Brandon, a ferjeant at arms before him, and

two or three of the guard.

Bran. Your office, Serjeant; execute it.

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Serj. Sir,

My lord the Duke of Buckingham, and Earl
Of Hertford, Stafford, and Northampton, I
Arrest thee of high treason, in the name
Of our most Sov'reign King.

Buck. Lo you, my lord,

The net has fall'n upon me; I shall perifa
Under device and practice.

Bran. I am forry

To see you ta'en from liberty, to look on

The business present.

You shall to th' Tower.

'Tis his Highness pleasure

Buck. It will help me nothing

To plead mine innocence; for that dye is on me, Which makes my whit'st part black. The will of heav'n Be done in this and all things: I obey.

O my lord Aberganny, fare ye well.

Bran. Nay, he must bear you company. The King Is pleas'd you shall to the Tower, 'till you know How he determines further.

Aber. As the Duke faid,

The will of heav'n be done, and the King's pleasure By me obey'd.

Bran. Here is a warrant from

The King, t'attach lord Mantague, and the bodies Of the Duke's confeffor, John de la Car,

And Gilbert Peck, his chancellor.

Buck. So, fo;

These are the limbs o'th' plot: no more, I hope!
Bran. A monk o' th' Chartreux.

Buck. Nicholas Hopkins ?

Bran. He.

Buck. My furveyor is false, the o'er-great Cardinal Hath shew'd him gold; my life is spann'd already : I am the shadow of poor Buckingham,

Whose figure ev'n this instant cloud puts on,

By dark'ning my clear fun. My lord, farewel. [Exe.

SCENE

SCENE IV.

Cornet, Enter King Henry, leaning on the Cardinal's shoulder; the Nobles and Sir Thomas Lovel; the Cardinal places himself under the King's feet, on his right fide.

King.

M

it,

Y life it felf, and the best heart of
Thanks you for this great care: I stood
i'th' level

Of a full charg'd confed'racy, and give thanks
To you that choak'd it. Let be call'd before us
That gentleman of Buckingham's in person,
I'll hear him his confeffions justifie,
And point by point the treasons of his master
He shalt again relate.

'A noise, with crying, Room for the Queen. Usher'd by the Duke of Norfolk, Enter the Queen, Norfolk and Suffolk; he kneels. The King riseth from his state, takes her up, kiffes and placeth her by him.

Queen. Nay, we must longer kneel, I am a fuitor
King. Arite, and take place by us; half your suit

Never name to us, you have half our power :
The other moiety ere you ask is given;
Repeat your will and take it.

Queen. Thank your Majesty.

That you would love your felf, and in that love
Not unconfider'd leave your honour, nor
The dignity of your office, is the point
Of my petition.

King. Lady mine, proceed.

Queen. I am follicited, not by a few, And those of true condition, that your subjects

Are in great grievance. There have been commiffions Sent down among 'em, which have flaw'd the heart

Of all their loyalties; wherein although [To Wolfey.

(My

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