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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 noble’s blood.
Nor.

What, are you chaf'd ?
Ask God for temperance; that's the appliance only
Which your disease requires.
Buck.

I read in his looks
Matter against me; and his eye revil'd
Me, as his abject object: at this instant
He boresa me with some trick: He's gone to the king ;
I'll follow, and out-stare him.
Nor.

Stay, my lord,
And let your reason with your choler question
What 't is 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.
Buck.

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.
Nor.

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 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.
Buck.

Sir,
I am thankful to you: and I 'll go along

* Bores—wounds-thrusts. So in the Winter's Tale :' “ Now the ship boring the moon with her mainmast.”

By your prescription :—but this top-proud fellow,
(Whom from the flow of gall I name not, but
From sincere motions,a) 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.
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,
Or wolf, or both (for he 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, suggestsb the king our master
To this last costly treaty, the interview,
That swallow'd so much treasure, and like a glass
Did break i’ the rinsing.c
Nor.

'Faith, and so it did.
Buck. Pray, give me favour, sir. This cunning cardinal
The articles oʻthe 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 '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

a Motions—impulses.
b Suggests—excites.
c Rinsingin the original wrenching.

Vol. VII.

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.
Nor.

I am sorry
To hear this of him; and could wish he were
Something mistakena in ’t.
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.

Sir,
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.
Buck.

Lo you, my lord,
The net has fallen upon me; I shall perish
Under device and practice.b
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.
Buck.

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

a Mistaken-misapprehended.
Practice artifice. So in Othello :'-

“ Fallen in the practice of a cursed slave.”'

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

CRGAVENNY.

Is pleas'd you shall to the Tower, till you know
How he determines further.
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, to attach lord Montacute; and the bodies
Of the duke's confessor, John de la Car,a
One Gilbert Peck, his chancellor,-
Buck.

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

Bran. A monk o' the Chartreux.
Buck.

0, Michael 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 dark’ning my clear sun.--My lords, farewell. [Exeunt.

a John de la Car—the name of the original and of the 'Chronicles;' but ordinarily printed John de la Court.

o Michael Hopkins. So the original. The same person—the “ Chartreux friar" -is in the next scene called by the Surveyor” Nicholas Henton : in both these passages the name is changed by the modern editors to Nicholas Hopkins. Some confusion is probably saved by this; but we also think that the poet might intend Buckingham to give the Nicholas Hopkins of the Chronicles 'a wrong Christianname in his precipitation; and that the Surveyor might call him by his more formal surname, Nicholas Henton-Nicholas of Henton--to which convent he belonged. With this explanation we retain the original text, in both cases.

c This passage is not easy to be understood. Is the comparison a single or a double one? Douce says it is double : “ Buckingham is first made to say that he is but a shadow; in other terms a dead man. He then adverts to the sudden cloud of misfortune that overwhelms him, and, like a shadow, obscures his prosperity." Johnson treats the comparison as single : I am the shadow of poor Buckingham, whose post and dignity is assumed by the cardinal that overclouds and oppresses me, and who gains my place by darkening my clear sun.” Offering another explanation, Johnson would read puts out ; and Steevens inclines to pouts on. We think the comparison is continuous, though not exactly single: I am the shadow of poor Buckingham-Buckingham is no longer a reality—but even this figure of

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, 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 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,
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,

himself is absorbed, annihilated, by the instant cloud. The metaphor, however, forgets that

“ the shadow proves the substance true.”

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