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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 hot
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 't 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.

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 July, when
We see each grain of gravel, I do know
To be corrupt and treasonous.

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 he is equal ravenous,
As he is subtle, and as prone to mischief,
As able to perform 't, 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, th’ interview
That swallow'd so much treasure, and like a glass
Did break i’ the rinsing.

Faith, and so it did.
Buck. Pray, give me favour, sir. This cunning


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 t the dead. But our count-cardinal
Has done this, and 't is well ; for worthy Wolsey,
Who cannot err, he did it. Now this follows,
(Which, as I take it, is a kind of puppy
To the old dam, treason) Charles the emperor,
Under pretence to see the queen, his aunt,
(For 't was, 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 emperor
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,
(As soon he shall by me) that thus the cardinal
Does buy and sell his honour as he pleases,
And for his own advantage.

I am sorry
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.
Enter BRANDON ; a Sergeant at Arms before him, and

two or three of the Guard.
Bran. Your office, sergeant; execute it.

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 fall'n 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. 'T is his 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 whit’st part black. The will of

heaven Be done in this and all things.- I obey.0! 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.

Bran. Here is a warrant from
The king t attach lord Montacute; and the bodies
Of the duke's confessor, John de la Car,
And Gilbert Peck, his chancellor,-

These are the limbs o' 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 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.


So, so;

SCENE II.-The Council-Chamber. 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, 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.

The King takes his State. The Lords of the Council

occupy their several Places : the Cardinal places him

self 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 rises from his State, takes her up, kisses her, and places her by him. Q. Kath. Nay, we must ger 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 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

Language unmannerly; yea, such which breaks
The ties? of royalty, and almost appears
In loud rebellion.

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 spinsters, carders, fullers, weavers, who,
Unfit for other life, compell’d by hunger
And lack of other means, in desperate manner
Daring th’ event to the teeth, are all in uproar,
And danger serves among them.
K. Hen.

Taxation !
Wherein, and what taxation ?-My lord cardinal,
You that are blam'd for it alike with us,

1 sides : in f. e.

Know you of this taxation ?

Please you, sir,
I know but of a single part, in ought
Pertains to the state ; and front but in that file
Where others tell steps with me.
Q. Kath.

No, my lord,
You know no more than others; but you frame
Things, that are known, belike', which are not whole-


To those which would not know them, and yet must
Perforce be their acquaintance. These exactions,
Whereof my sovereign would have note, they are
Most pestilent to the hearing; and, to bear 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 subjects' grief Comes through commissions, which compel from each The sixth part of his substance, to be levied 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.

By my life,
This is against our pleasure.

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
Traduc'd by ignorant tongues, which neither know
My faculties, nor person, yet will be
The chronicles of my doing, let me say,

And for me,

2 baseness : in f. e.

1 alike : in f. e.

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