And lift my foul to heav'n. Lead on, o' God's name. ` Were hid against me, now forgive me frankly. 'Gainft me, I can't take peace with no black envy Lov, To th' water fide I must conduct your Grace, Vaux. Prepare there, The Duke is coming: fee the barge be ready: The greatness of his Perfon. Buck. Nay, Sir Nicholas, Let it alone; my ftate now will but mock me. And Duke of Buckingham; now, poor Edward Bohun : That never knew what truth meant. I now feal it; Who firft rais'd head againft ufurping Richard, Flying for fuccour to his fervant Banifter, Hrary 1 Henry the Eighth, life, honour, name, and all Heav'n has an end in all: yet, you that hear me, Like water from ye, never found again, 1 Gen. O, this is full of pity; Sir, it calls, 2 Gen. If the Duke be guiltless, 'Tis full of woe; yet I can give you inkling Of an enfuing evil, if it fall, Greater than this. 1 Gen. Good angels keep it from us! What may it be? you do not doubt my faith, Sir? 1 Gen. Let me have it; I do not talk much. 2 Gen. I am confident; You fhall, Sir; did you not of late days hear Between the King and Cath'rine? 1 Gen. Yes, but it held not; For when the King once heard it, out of He fent command to the Lord Mayor strait 2. Gen. But that flander, Sir, Is found a truth now; for it grows again 1 Gen. 'Tis the Cardinal; And meerly to revenge him on the Emperor, The Arch-bishoprick of Toledo, this is purpos'd. 2 Gen. I think, you've hit the mark; but is't not cruel, That she should feel the smart of this? the Cardinal Will have his will, and the must fall. 1. Gen. 'Tis woful. We are too open here to argue this: [Exeunt SCENE, an Antichamber in the Palace. M Y lord, the horses your lordship sent for, with all the care I had, I faw well chofen, ridden, and furnifb'd. They were young and handsome, and of the best breed in the North: When they were ready to fet out for London, a man of my lord Cardinal's, by commiffion and main power took 'em from me, with this reafon; his master would be ferv'd before a subject, if not before the King, which flopp'd our mouths, Sir. I fear, he will, indeed; well, let him have them; Enter to the Lord Chamberlain, the Dukes of Norfolk and Suffolk. Nor. Well met, my Lord Chamberlain. Cham. Cham. Good day to both your Graces. Suf. How is the King employ'd? Full of fad thoughts and troubles. Nor. What's the cause? Cham. It feems, the marriage with his brother's wife Has crept too near his confcience. Suf. No, his confcience Has crept too near another lady. Nor. 'Tis fo; This is the Cardinal's doing; the King Cardinal: And with what zeal? for now he has crackt the league Thefe news are ev'ry where; ev'ry tongue fpeaks 'em, The French King's fifter. Heav'n will one day open Suf. And free us from his flavery. Nor. We had need pray, and heartily, for deliv'rance; Or this imperious man will work us all From princes into pages; all men's honours Lye Lye like one lump before him, to be fashion'd Suf. For me, my lords, I love him not, nor fear him, there's my Creed: If the King please: his curfes and his bleffings Nor. Let's in. And with fome other business put the King From these fad thoughts, that work too much upon him; My lord, you'll bear us company? Cham. Excufe me, The King hath fent me other where befides, Health to your lordships. [Exit Lord Chamberlain. Nor. Thanks, my good Lord Chamberlain. The Scene draws, and difcovers the King fitting and reading penfively. Suf. How fad he looks! fure, he is much afflicted. Nor. Pray God, he be not angry. King. Who's there, I fay? how dare you thruft your felves Into my private meditations? Who am I? ha? Nor. A gracious King, that pardons all offences, Malice ne'er meant: our breach of duty, this way, Is business of eftate; in which we come To know your royal pleasure. King. Ye are too bold: Go to: I'll make ye know your times of bufinefs: Enter Wolfey, and Campeius the Pope's Legat, with a Commission. Who's there? my good Lord Cardinal? O my Wolfey, The quiet of my wounded confcience ! Thou |