Abbildungen der Seite


'Like it your grace, The state takes notice of the private difference Betwixt you and the cardinal. I advise you, (And take it from a heart that wishes towards you Honour and plenteous safety), that you read The cardinal's malice and his potency Together: to consider further, that What his high hatred would effect, wants not A minister in his power: You know his nature, That he's revengeful ; and I know, his sword Hath a sharp edge: it's long, and, it may be said, It reaches far; and where 'twill not extend, Thither he darts it. Bosom up my counsel, You'll find it wholesome. Lo, where comes that

rock, That I advise your shunning.

Enter Cardinal Wolsey (the purse borne before

him), certain of the guard, and two Secretaries with papers.

The Cardinal in his passage företh his eye on Buckingham, and Buckiugham on him, both full of disdain,

Wol. The duke of Buckingham's surveyor, ha? Where's his examination ? 1 Secr.

Here, so please you. Wol. Is he in person ready? 1 Secr.

Ay, please your grace. Wol. Well, we shall then know more; and Buck.

ingham Shall lessen this big look.

[Ereunt Wolsey, and train. Buck. This butcher's cur* is venom-mouth'd,

and I Have not the power to muzzle him ; therefore, best Not wake him in his slumber. A beggar's book Out-worths a nobie's blood. Nor.

What, are you chaf’d?

* Wolsey was the son of a butcher.

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

I read in his looks
Matter against me; and his eye revil'd
Me, as his abject objeet: at this instant
He bores* me with some trick: He's gone to the king;
I'll follow, and out-stare him.

Stay, my lord,
And let your reason with your choler question
What’tis you go about: To climb steep hills,
Requires slow pace at first: Anger is like
A full hot horse; 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.

I'll to the king;
And from a mouth of honour quite cry down
This Ipswich fellow's insolence; or proclaim,
There's difference in no persons.

Be advis'd;
Heat not a furnace for your foe so lot
That it do singe yourself: We may outrun,
By violent swiftness, that which we run at,
And lose by over-running. Know you not,
The fire, that mounts the liquor till it run o'er,
In seeming to augment it, wastes it? Be advis'd :
I say again, there is no English soul
More stronger to direct you than yourself;
If with the sap of reason you would quench,
Or but allay, the fire of passion.

Sir, I am 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 sincere motions), by intelligence, And proofs as clear as founts in Júly, when We see each grain of gravel, I do know To be corrupt and treasonous.

* Stabs,


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, Or wolf, or both (for lie is equal ravenous, As he is subtle; and as prone to mischief, As able to perform it: his mind and place Infecting one another, yea, reciprocally), Only to show his pomp as well in France As here at home, suggests* the king our master To this last costly treaty, the interview, That swallow'd much treasure, and like a glass Did break i' the rinsing. 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 ratified, As he cried, Thus let be: to as much end, As give a crutch to the dead: But our count-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 kivd of puppy To the 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 ernperor 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 emperor thus desir'd;That he would please to alter the king's course, And break the foresaid peace. Let the king know,

• Excites.

(As soon he shall by me), that thus the cardinal
Does buy and sell his honour as he pleases,
And for his own advantage.

To hear this of him; and could wish, he were
Something mistaken in't.

No, not a syllable;
I do pronounce him in that very shape,
He shall appear in proof.

I am sorry

Enter Brandon; a Serjeant at Arms before him,

and two or three of the guards. Bran. Your office, serjeant; execute it. Serj.

My lord the duke of Buckingham, and earl
Of Hereford, Stafford, and Northampton, I
Arrest thee of high treason, in the name
Of our most sovereign king.

Lo you, my lord,
The net has fallin upon me; I shall perish
Under device and practice*.

I am sorry
To see you ta'en from liberty, to look on
The business present : 'Tis bis highness' pleasure
You shall to the Tower.

It will help me nothing, To plead mine innocence; for that die is on me, Which makes my whitest part black. The will of

Heaven 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. Abcr.

As the duke said, The will of heaven be done, and the king's pleasure By me obey'd.

* Unfair stratagem.


Here is a warrant from The king, to attach lord Montacute; and the bodies Of the duke's confessor, John de la Court, One Gilbert Peck, his chancellor,Buck.

So, so; Tirese are the limbs of the plot: no more, I hope.

Bran. A monk o' the Chartreux,

0, 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* already: I am the shadow of poor Buckingham; Whose figure even this instant cloud puts on, By dark’uing my clear sun.-My lord, farewell.



The council chamber.

Cornets. Enter King Henry, Cardinal Wolsey,

the Lords of the Council, Sir Thomas Lovell, Officers, and Assistants. The King enters, leaning on the Cardinals 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 To you that chok'd it.-Let be call'd before us That gentleman of Buckingham's: in person I'll hear him his confessions justify; And point by point the treasons of his master He shall again relate.

• Measured.

« ZurückWeiter »