SCENE II.-The Council-Chamber. Cornets. Enter King HENRY, Cardinal WOLSEY, the Lords of the Council, Sir THOMAS LOVELL, Officers, and Attendants. The KING enters, Leaning on the CARDINAL's shoulder. K. Hen. My life itself, and the best heart of it, [level Thanks you for this great care: I stood i'the 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. The KING takes his state." The Lords of the Council take their several places. The CARDINAL places himself under the KING's feet on his right side. A noise within, crying, Room for the Queen. Enter the QUEEN, ushered by the Dukes of NORFOLK and SUFFOLK: she kneels. The KING riseth from his state, takes her up, kisses, and placeth her by him.' Q. Kath. Nay, we must longer kneel; I am a suitor. K. Hen. Arise, 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. Q. Kath. Thank your majesty. That you would love yourself; and, in that love, 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 hath been commissions [heart Sent down among them, which have flaw'd the 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, Language unmannerly, yea, such which breaks Nor. Not almost appears, It doth appear; for, upon these taxations, K. Hex. Taxation! [nal, Wherein? and what taxation?-My lord cardi- Wol. Please you, Sir, I know but of a single part, in aught Q. Kath. No, my lord, You know no more than others: but you frame * Chair. † I am only one among the other counsellors. them, The back is sacrifice to the load. They say, They are devis'd by you; or else you suffer Too hard an exclamation. K. Hen. Still exaction! The nature of it? In what kind, let's know Is this exaction? Q. Kath. I am much too venturous In tempting of your patience; but am bolden'd Under your promis'd pardon. The subject's grief Comes through commissions, which compel from each The sixth part of his substance, to be levied to pass, K. Hen. By my life, I have no farther gone in this, than by K. Hen. Things done well, And with a care, exempt themselves from fear; Wol. A word with you. And pardon comes: I shall anon advise you Q. Kath. I am sorry, that the duke of Buck- My chaplain to no creature living, but (Tell you the duke) shall prosper: bid him strive Q. Kath. If I know you well, K. Hen. It grieves many: [ers, When these so noble benefits shall prove (This was his gentleman in trust,) of him Most like a careful subject, have collected K. Hen. Speak freely. Surv. First, it was usual with him, every day Wol. Please your highness, note Q. Kath. My learn'd lord cardinal, Deliver all with charity. K. Hen. Speak on: How grounded he his title to the crown, Upon our fail; to this point hast thou heard At any time speak aught? Surv. He was brought to this By a vain prophecy of Nicholas Hopkins. His confessor; who fed him every minute K. Hen. How know'st thou this? [him Surv. Not long before your highness sped to The duke being at the Rose, within the parish "Twould prove the verity of certain words * Beyond. + Conduct, manage. Now Merchant Taylors' School. office On the complaint o' the tenants: Take good Go forward. I told my lord the duke, By the devil's illusions To ruminate on this so far, until -Canst thou There's mischief in this man:- After your highness had reprov'd the duke K. Hen. I remember, Of such a time:-Being my servant sworn, The duke retain'd him his. But on; What hence? Surv. If, quoth he, I for this had been com mitted, The part my father meant to act upon granted, As he made semblance of his duty, would K. Hen. A giant traitor! Wol. Now, madam, may his highness live in freedom, And this man out of prison? Q. Kath. God mend all! K. Hen. There's something more would out of thee; What say'st? Surv. After the duke his father,—with the knife,Another spread on his breast, mounting his He stretch'd him, and, with one hand on his [dagger, He did discharge a horrible oath; whose [tenour Was,-Were he evil us'd, he would outgo His father, by as much as a performance Does an irresolute purpose. eyes, K. Hen. There's his period, SCENE III-A Room in the Palace. ones; For when they hold them, you would swear directly, Their very noses had been counsellors That never saw them pace before, the spavin, Cham. Death! my lord, Their clothes are after such a pagan cut too, That, sure, they have worn out Christendom. How now? What news, Sir Thomas Lovell? Enter Sir THOMAS LOVELL. Lov. 'Faith, my lord, I hear of none but the new proclamation Cham. What is't for? Lot. The reformation of our travell'd gallants, [tailors. That fill the court with quarrels, talk, and Cham. I am glad, 'tis there; now I would pray our monsieurs To think an English courtier may be wise, Lov. They must either [nants (For so run the conditions,) leave these remOf fool, and feather, that they got in France, With all their honourable points of ignorance, Pertaining thereunto, (as fights, and fireworks; Abusing better men than they can be, Out of a foreign wisdom,) renouncing clean The faith they have in tennis, and tall stockings, Cham. O, 'tis true: This night he makes a supper, and a great one A hand as fruitful as the land that feeds us: Cham. No doubt, he's noble; He had a black mouth, that said other of him. Sands. He may, my lord, he has wherewithal; in him, [trine: Sparing would show a worse sin than ill docMen of his way should be most liberal, They are set here for examples. Cham. True, they are so; [stays;* But few now give so great ones. My barge Your lordship shall along:-Come, good Sir Thomas, We shall be late else: which I would not be, [Exeunt. Can make good people.-O, my lord, you are tardy; [travel, Enter Lord CHAMBERLAIN, Lord SANDS, and Sir THOMAS Lovell. Short blister'd breeches, and those types of at. Sands. "Tis time to give them physic, their Are grown so catching. [diseases Chum. What a loss our ladies Will have of these trim vanities! Lov. Ay, marry, [whoresons There will be woe indeed, lords; the sly Have got a speeding trick to lay down ladies; A French song, and a fiddle, has no fellow. Sands. The devil fiddle them! I am glad they're going; (For, sure, there's no converting of them;) now An honest country lord, as I am, beaten A long time out of play, may bring his plain song, And have an hour of hearing; and, by 'r-lady, Held current music too. Cham. Well said, lord Sands; Nor shall not, while I have a stump. Whither were you a-going? Lov. To the cardinal's; Your lordship is a guest too. BERLAIN. They pass directly before the Car dinal, and gracefully salute him. A noble company! what are their pleasures To tell your grace;-That, having heard by Crave leave to view these ladies, and entreat Hautboys. Enter Cardinal WOLSEY, attended; They have done my poor house grace; for and takes his state.* Sands. Yes, if I make my play.+ which I pay them A thousand thanks, and pray them take their pleasures. [Ladies chosen for the dance. The KING chooses ANNE BULLEN. K. Hen. The fairest hand I ever touch'd! O, beauty, Till now I never knew thee. [Music. Dance. Wol. My lord, Cham. Your grace? Wol. Pray, tell them thus much from me: There should be one amongst them, by his person, More worthy this place than myself; to whom, Cham. I will, my lord. [CHAM. goes to the company, and returns. Wol. What say they? Cham. Such a one, they all confess, There is, indeed; which they would have your grace Here's to your ladyship; and pledge it, madam, Find out, and he will take it.* For 'tis to such a thing, Anne. You cannot show me. Sunds. I told your grace, they would talk anon. Re-enter SERVANT. Cham. How now? what is't? For so they seem: they have left their barge, and landed; And hither make, as great ambassadors Wol. Good ford chamberlain, Go, give them welcome, you can speak the French tongue; [them, And, pray, receive them nobly, and conduct Into our presence, where this heaven of beauty Shall shine at full upon them:-Some attend him. [Exit CHAMBERLAIN, attended. All arise, and Tables removed. You have now a broken banquet; but we'll mend it. A good digestion to you all: and, once more, I shower a welcome on you;-Welcome all. Hautboys-Enter the KING, and twelve others, as Maskers, habited like Shepherds, with sixteen Torch-bearers; ushered by the Lord CHAM• Chair. + Choose my game. Small cannon. Pr'ythec, come hither: What fair lady's that? Cham. An't please your grace, Sir Thomas Bullen's daughter, The viscount Rochford, one of her highness' women. K. Hen. By heaven, she is a dainty one.—- I were unmannerly, to take you out, Wol. Sir Thomas Lovell, is the banquet 'the privy chamber? Lov. Yes, my lord. Wol. Your grace, fear, with dancing is a little heated. K. Hen. I fear, too much. Wol. There's fresher air, my lord, In the next chamber. [ready K. Hen. Lead in your ladies, every one.→ Sweet partner, I must not yet forsake you :-Let's be merry; Good my lord cardinal, 】 have half a dozen healths Of bringing back the prisoner. 2 Gent. Were you there? 1 Gent. Yes, indeed, was I. 2 Gent. Pray, speak, what has happen'd? 1 Gent. You may guess quickly what. 2 Gent: Is he found guilty? 1 Gent. Yes, truly is he, and condemn'd upon it. 2 Gent. I am sorry for't. 7 Gent. So are a number more. 2 Gent. But, pray, how pass'd it? 1 Gent. I'll tell you in a little. The great duke Came to the bar; where, to his accusations, At which appear'd against him, his surveyor; Confessor to him; with that devil-monk, 2 Gent. That was he, That fed him with his prophecies? 1 Gent. The same. All these accus'd him strongly; which he fain Would have flung from him, but, indeed, he could not: And so his peers, upon this evidence, 2 Gent. After all this, how did he bear himself? 1 Gent. When he was brought again to the bar,-to hear [stirr'd His knell wrung out, his judgement, he was With such an agony, he sweat extremely, And something spoke in choler, ill, and hasty: But he fell to himself again, and, sweetly, In all the rest show'd a most noble patience. 2 Gent. I do not think, he fears death. 1 Gent. Sure, he does not, He never was so womanish; the cause 2 Gent. Certainly, The cardinal is the end of this. 1 Gent. "Tis likely, Py all conjectures: First, Kildare's attainder, Then deputy of Ireland; who remov'd, Earl Surrey was sent thither, and in haste too, Lest he should help his father. 2 Gent. That trick of state Was a deep envious one. 1 Gent. At his return, No doubt he will requite it. This is noted, * Dance. And generally; whoever the king favours, The cardinal instantly will find employment, And far enough from court too. 2 Gent. All the commons Hate him perniciously, and, o' my conscience, Wish him ten fathom deep: this duke as much They love and dote on; call him, bounteous Buckingham, The mirror of all courtesy ; 1 Gent. Stay there, Sir, And see the noble ruin'd man you speak of. Enter BUCKINGHAM from his arraignment; Tipstaves before him, the axe with the edge towards him; halberts on each side: with him, Sir THOMAS LOVELL, Sir NICHOLAS VAUX, Sir WILLIAM SANDS, and common people. 2 Gent. Let's stand close, and behold him. Buck. All good people, You that thus far have come to pity me, [me. And if I have a conscience, let it sink me, men; Be what they will, I heartily forgive them: And dare be bold to weep for Buckingham, Go with me, like good angels, to my end; name. Lov. I do beseech your grace, for charity, If ever any malice in your heart Tly. Were hid against me, now to forgive me frank Buck. Sir Thomas Lovell, I as free forgive As I would be forgiven: I forgive all; [you, There cannot be those numberless offences 'Gainst me, I can't take peace with: no black envy [grace; Shall make my grave.-Commend me to his And, if he speak of Buckingham, pray, tell him, [prayers You met him half in heaven: my vows and Yet are the king's; and, till my soul forsake me, Shall cry for blessings on him: May he live Longer than I have time to tell his years! Ever belov'd, and loving, may his rule be! And, when old time shall lead him to his end Goodness and he fill up one monument! Lov. To the water side I must conduct your |