Requires slow pace at first: anger is like As you would to your friend. I'll to the king; Buck. Nor. Be advis'd; More stronger to direct you than yourself, If with the sap of reason you would quench, Buck. Sir, I am thankful to you, and I'll go along By your prescription; but this top-proud fellow, And proofs as clear as founts in July, when To be corrupt and treasonous. Nor. Say not, treasonous. Buck. To the king I'll say 't, and make my vouch as strong As shore of rock. Attend this holy fox, That swallow'd so much treasure, and like a glass Nor. This cunning cardinal The articles o' the combination drew, As himself pleas'd; and they were ratified, As give a crutch t' the dead. But our count-cardinal To the old dam, treason) Charles the emperor, Ι Which I do well; for, I am sure, the emperor I am sorry Nor. Buck. No, not a syllable : I do pronounce him in that very shape, He shall appear in proof. Enter BRANDON; a Sergeant at Arms before him, and two or three of the Guard. Bran. Your office, sergeant; execute it. Serg. Of our most sovereign king. Buck. Sir, Lo, you, my lord! The net has fall'n upon me: I shall perish Under device and practice. Bran. I am sorry To see you ta'en from liberty, to look on The business present. 'T is his highness' pleasure, You shall to the Tower. It will help me nothing Buck. To plead mine innocence; for that die is on me, Which makes my whit'st part black. The will of heaven Be done in this and all things.-I obey. O! my lord Abergan'y, 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 farther. Aber. As the duke said, The will of heaven be done, and the king's pleasure By me obey'd. The king t' attach lord Montacute; and the bodies And Gilbert Peck, his chancellor, Buck. So, so; These are the limbs o' the plot.-No more, I hope. Buck. Bran. O! Nicholas Hopkins? He. Buck. My surveyor is false: the o'er-great cardinal Hath show'd him gold. My life is spann'd already: I am the shadow of poor Buckingham, Whose figure even this instant cloud puts on, By darkening my clear sun.—My lord, farewell. SCENE II. The Council-Chamber. [Exeunt. Cornets. Enter King HENRY, leaning on the Cardinal's shoulder; WOLSEY, the Lords of the Council, Sir THOMAS LOVELL, Officers, Secretary. K. Hen. My life itself, and the best heart of it, And point by point the treasons of his master The King takes his State. The Lords of the Council Q. Kath. Thank your majesty. That you would love yourself, and in that love Not unconsider'd leave your honour, nor The dignity of your office, is the point 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 commissions Sent down among them, which hath flaw'd the heart Of all their loyalties: wherein, although, My good lord cardinal, they vent reproaches Most bitterly on you, as putter-on Of these exactions, yet the king our master, Whose honour heaven shield from soil! even he escapes not Language unmannerly; yea, such which breaks In loud rebellion. Nor. Not almost appears, It doth appear; for upon these taxations, K. Hen. 1 sides in f. e. Know you of this taxation? Wol. Please you, sir, I know but of a single part, in ought Pertains to the state; and front but in that file No, my lord, Q. Kath. You know no more than others; but you frame Things, that are known, belike', which are not whole some To those which would not know them, and yet must K. Hen. Still exaction! The nature of it? In what kind, let's know, Q. Kath. I am much too venturous In tempting of your patience; but am bolden'd Without delay; and the pretence for this Is nam'd, your wars in France. This makes bold mouths: Tongues spit their duties out, and cold hearts freeze Allegiance in them: their curses now, Live where their prayers did; and it's come to pass, Their tractable obedience is a slave To each incensed will. I would, your highness Would give it quick consideration, for There is no primer business." K. Hen. This is against our pleasure. Wol. By my life, And for me, I have no farther gone in this, than by A single voice, and that not pass'd me but By learned approbation of the judges. If I am The chronicles of my doing, let me say, 1 alike in f. e. 2 baseness: in f. e. |