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len's daughter, The Viscount Rochford, one of her highness' women. K. Hen. By heaven, she is a dainty one.—Sweet

I were unmannerly, to take you out,
And not to kiss you.—A health, gentlemen,
Let it round.

wol. Sir Thomas Lovell, is the banquet ready I'the privy chamber? Lov.

I fear, with dancing is a little heated.

K. Hen. I fear, too much.

There's fresher air, my lord, In the next chamber.


Yes, my

Your grace,

• A kiss was anciently the established fee of a lady's partner. Thus in A Dialogue between Custom and Veritie, concerning the Use and Abuse of Dauncing and Minstrelsie, blk. l. printed by John Allde, no date:

• But some reply, what foole would daunce

If that when daunce is doon
He may not have at ladyes lips

That which in daunce he woon.' The custom is still prevalent among country people in many parts of the kingdom.

? According to Cavendish, the king, on discovering himself, being desired by Wolsey to take his place under the state or seat of honour, said that he would go first and shift his apparel, and so departed, and went straight into my lord's bedchamber, where a great fire was made and prepared for him, and there new apparelled him with rich and princely garments. And in the time of the king's absence the dishes of the banquet were cleane taken up, and the tables spread with new and sweet perfumed cloths.--Then the king took his seat under the cloth of estate, commanding no man to remove, but set still as they did before. Then in came a new banquet before the king's majesty, and to all the rest through the tables, wherein, I suppose were served two hundred dishes or above. Thus passed they forth the whole night with banquetting,' &c.

K. Hen. Lead in your ladies, every one. --Sweet

partner, I must not yet forsake you.—Let's be merry ; Good my lord cardinal, I have half a dozen healths To drink to these fair ladies, and a measure To lead them once again; and then let's dream Who's best in favour.-Let the musick knock it 8.

[Exeunt, with trumpets.


SCENE I. A Street.

I'll save you

Enter two Gentlemen, meeting. 1 Gent. Whither away so fast? 2 Gent.

0,-God save you! Even to the hall to hear what shall become Of the great duke of Buckingham.

1 Gent. That labour, sir. All's now done, but the ceremony 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 condemnd upon it. 2 Gent. I am sorry for’t. 1 Gent.

So are a number more.

8 Thus in Antonio and Mellida:

* Fla. Faith the song will seem to come off hardly.
Catz. Troth, not a whit, if you seem to come off quickly.
Fla. Pert Catzo, knock it then.'

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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, He pleaded still, not guilty, and alleg’d Many sharp reasons to defeat the law. The king's attorney, on the contrary, Urg'd on the examinations, proofs, confessions Of divers witnesses; which the duke desir'd To have brought, viva voce, to his face: At which appear'd against him, his surveyor ; Sir Gilbert Peck his chancellor; and John Court, Confessor to him; with that devil-monk, Hopkins, that made this mischief. 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,
Have found him guilty of high treason. Much
He spoke, and learnedly, for life : but all
Was either pitied in him, or forgotten".

2 Gent. After all this, how did he bear himself? 1 Gent. When he was brought again to the bar,

to hear His knell rung out, his judgment,—he was stirrid 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 He may a little grieve at.

| Either produced no effect, or produced only ineffectual pity.

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2 Gent.

Certainly, The cardinal is the end of this. 1 Gent.

'Tis likely, By 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,
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: tbis duke as much
They love and dote on; call him, bounteous Buck-

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; Tip-

staves before him, the axe with the edge towards
him ; halberds on each side: with him, SIR THO-
William SANDS', and common People.
2 Gent. Let's stand close, and behold him.

All good people,
You that thus far have come to pity me,

? The report in the Old Year Book, referred to above, thus describes him :

-Car il fut tres noble prince et prudent, et mirror de tout courtesie.'

3 The old copy reads ‘Sir Walter.' The correction is justified by Holinshed. Sir William Sands was at this time (May, 1521) only a knight, not being created Lord Sands till April 27, 1527.

Hear what I say, and then go home and lose me.
I have this day receiv'd a traitor's judgment,
And by that name must die; Yet, heaven bear

And, if I have a conscience, let it sink me,
Even as the axe falls, if I be not faithful!
The law I bear no malice for


death, It has done, upon the premises, but justice: But those, that sought it, I could wish more christians: Be what they will, I heartily forgive them: Yet let them look they glory not in mischief, Nor build their evils - on the


of great men; For then my guiltless blood must cry against them. For further life in this world I ne'er hope, Nor will I sue, although the king have mercies More than I dare make faults. You few that loy'd me, And dare be bold to weep for Buckingham, His noble friends, and fellows, whom to leave Is only bitter to him, only dying, Go with me, like good angels, to my end; And, as the long divorce of steel falls on me, Make of your prayers one sweet sacrifice, And lift my soul to heaveno.—Leadon, o'God's name. Shakspeare probably did not know that he was the same person whom he has already introduced with that title. The error arose by placing the king's visit to Wolsey (at which time Sir William was Lord Sands) and Buckingham's condemnation in the same year; whereas the visit was made some years afterwards.

4 Evils are forciæ. So in Measure for Measure, Act ii. Sc. 2:

having waste ground enough, Shall we desire to raze the sanctuary,

And pitch our evils there ?' 5 Thus in Lord Sterline's Darius :

Scarce was the lasting last divorcement made

Betwixt the bodie and the soule.' o Johnson observes with great truth, that these lines are remarkably tender and pathetic.



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