Buck. I read in's looks

Matter against me, and his eye revil'd

Me as his abject object; at this inftant

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 firft. Anger is like
A full hot horfe, who being allow'd his way,
Self-mettle tires him: not a man in England
Can advise me, like you: be to yourself,
As you would to your friend.

Buck. I'll to the King,

And from a mouth of honour quite cry down
This Ipfwich fellow's infolence; 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 felf. We may out run
By violent swiftnefs, that which we run at ;
And lose by over-running: know you not,
The fire that mounts the liquor 'till't run o'er,
Seeming t'augment it, wastes it? be advis'd :
I fay again, there is no English Soul
More ftronger to direct you than yourself;
If with the fap of reafon you would quench,
Or but allay, the fire of paffion.

Buck. Sir,

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

By your Prefcription; but this top-proud fellow,
Whom from the flow of gall I name not, but
From fincere motions; by intelligence,
And proofs as clear as founts in July, when
We fee each grain of gravel, I do know
To be corrupt and treasonous.

Nor. Say not, treasonous.

Buck. To th' King I'll fay't, and make my

strong

As fhore of rock

vouch as

Or wolf, or both, (for he is equal rav'nous,
As he is fubtle; and as prone to mischief,
As able to perform't;) his mind and place
Infecting one another, yea, reciprocally,
Only to fhew his pomp, as well in France
As here at home, fuggefts the King our mafter
To this laft coftly treaty, th' interview,

That swallow'd fo much treasure, and like a glass
Did break i' th' rinfing.

Nor. Faith, and fo it did.

Buck. Pray, give me favour, Sir.This cunning
Cardinal

The articles o' th' combination drew,

to as much end,

As himself pleas'd; and they were ratify'd,
As he cry'd, let it be –
As give a crutch to th' dead. But our Court Cardinal
Has done this, and 'tis well-for worthy Wolfey,
Who cannot err, he did it. Now this follows,
(Which, as I take it, is a kind of puppy
To th' old dam, treafon ;) Charles the Emperor,
Under pretence to fee the Queen his aunt,
(For 'twas indeed his colour, but he came
To whisper Wolfey ;) here makes visitation :
His fears were, that the interview betwixt
England and France might through their amity.
Breed him fome prejudice; for from this league
Feep'd harms, that menac'd him. He privily
Deals with our Cardinal, and, as I trow,
Which I do well-for, I am fure, the Emperor
Paid ere he promis'd, whereby his fuit 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 forefaid 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.

VOL. V.

Buck.

Buck. No, not a fyllable:

I do pronounce him in that very shape,

He shall appear in proof.

Enter Brandon, a ferjeant at Arms before him, and two or three of the guard.

Bran. Your office, Serjeant; execute it.
Serj. Sir,

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

Buck. Lo you, my lord,

The net has fall'n upon me; I fhall perish
Under device and practice.

Bran. I am forry

o fee you ta'en from liberty, to look on The bufinefs prefent.

You fhall to th' Tower.

'Tis his Highness' pleafare

Buck. It will help me nothing

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

O my lord Aberga'ny, fare ye well.

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

Aber. As the Duke said,

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

Bran. Here is a warrant from

The King, t'attach lord Montague; and the bodies
Of the Duke's confeffor, John de la Court
And Gilbert Peck, his chancellor. (5)

(5) One Gilbert Peck, bis Counsellor.] So the Old Copies have it, but, I, from the Authorities of Hall and Holingshead, chang'd it to Chancellor. And our Poet himself, in the Beginning of the fecond Act, vouches for this Correction.

At which, appear'd against him his Surveyor,
Sir Gilbert Peck bis Chancellor-

Buck.

Buck. So, fo;

These are the limbs o' th' plot; no more, I hope?

Bran. A monk o' th' Chartreux.

Buck. Nicholas Hopkins? (6)

Bran. He.

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

Whofe figure ev'n this inftant cloud puts on,

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

SCENE changes to the Council-Chamber. -Cornet. Enter King Henry, leaning on the Cardinal's fhoulder; the Nobles, and Sir Thomas Lovell; the Cardinal places himself under the King's feet, on his right fide.

King M Thanks you for this great care; I ftood i' th'

Y life itself, and the beft heart of it,

level

Of a full-charg'd confed'racy, and give thanks

Το you that choak'd it.

Let be call'd before us

That gentleman of Buckingham's in perfon;

I'll hear him his confeffions justifie,

And point by point the treasons of his master
He fhall again relate.

A noise within, crying, Room for the Queen. Enter the
Queen usher'd by the Dukes of Norfolk, and Suffolk:
She kneels. The King rifeth from his fate, takes her
up, kifles and placeth her by him.

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

fuit

Never name to us; you have half our power:
The other moiety, ere you ask, is given;

(6) Michael Hopkins?] So all the Old Copies had it; and fo Mr. Rowe and Mr. Pope from them. But here again, by the Help of the Chronicles, I have given the true Reading.

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Repeat

Repeat your will, and take it.

Queen. Thank your Majefty.

That you would love yourself, 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 thofe of true condition, that your fubjects

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 good Lord Cardinal) they vent reproaches Molt bitterly on you, as putter on

Of these exactions; yet the King our master

(Whose honour heav'n fhield from foil) ev'n he fcapes not Language unmannerly; yea fuch, which breaks

The fides of loyalty, and almost appears

In loud rebellion.

Nor. Not almost appears,

It doth appear; for, upon these taxations,
The clothiers all, not able to maintain
The many to them 'longing, have put off
The fpinfters, carders, fullers, weavers; who,
Unfit for other life, compell'd by hunger
And lack of other means, in defp'rate manner
Daring th' event to th' teeth, are all in uproar,
And danger ferves among them.

King. Taxation ?

Wherein? and what taxation? my Lord Cardinal,
You, that are blam'd for it alike with us,

Know you of this taxation?

Wol. Please you, Sir,.

I know but of a single part in aught

Pertains to th' ftate, and front but in that file

Where others tell fteps with me.

Queen. No, my Lord,

You know no more than others: but you frame Things that are known alike, which are not wholfome To those which would not know them, and yet muft

Perforce