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Buck. I read in's looks
Matter against me, and his eye revild
Me as his abject object; at this instant
He bores me with some trick, he's gone to th' King:
I'll follow and out-stare him.
Nor. Stay, my lord ;
And let your reason with your choler question
What 'tis you go about. To climb steep hills,
Requires now 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 your self,
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 diff'rence in no persons.
Nor. Be advis'd;
Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot,
That it do finge your self. We may out-run
By violent swiftness, that which we run at ;
And lose by over-running : know you not,
The fire that mounts the liquor 'tillt run o'er,
Seeming t augment it, wastes it? be advis'd:
I lay again, there is no English Soul
More stronger to dire you than yourself ;
If with the lap of reason you would quench,
Or but allay, the fire of pallion.
I'm 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 fincere 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 treafonous.
Nir. Say not, treasongus.
Buck. To th' King I'll fay't, and make my vouch as
As fhore of rock. Attend. This holy fox,
Or wolf, or both, (for he is equal rav'nous,
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 Thew his pomp, as well in France
As here at home, suggests the King our master
To this last costly treaty, th' enterview,
That swallow'd so much treasure, and like a glass
Did break i'th' rinsing.
Nor. Faith, and so it did.
Buck. Pray give me favour, Sir. This cunning Car-
The articles o'th' combination drew,
As himself pleas'd ; and they were ratify'd,
As he cry'd, let it be to as much end,
As give a crutch to th' dead. But our Court-Cardinal
Has done this, and 'tis well for worthy Wolfey,
Who cannot err, he did it. Now this follows,
(Which, as I take it, is a kind of puppy
To th' old dam, treason ;) Charles the Emperor,
Under pretence to see the Queen his aunt,
(For 'twas indeed his colour, but he came
To whisper Wolley ;) 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 fure, the Emperor
Paid ere he promis’d, whereby his fuit was granted
Ere it was ask'd. But when the way was made,
And pav'd with gold; the Emp'ror 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 bụy, and sell his honour. as he pleases,
And for his own advantage.
Nor. Jam sorry.
To hear this of him; and could wish, you were
Something mistaken in’t.
Buck. No, not a syllable:
I do pronounce him in that very hapes
He shall appear in proof,
Enter Brandon, a Serjeant at Arms before him, and two or
three of the guard.
Bran. Your office, Serjeant; execute it.
My lord the Duke of Buckingham, and Earl
Of Hertford, Stafford, and Northampton, I
Arrest thee of high treason, in the name
Of our most Sov'reign King.
Buck. Lo you, my lord,
The net has fall’n upon me; I shall perish
Under device and practice.
Bran. I am sorry
To see you ta'en from liberty, to look on
The business present. 'Tis his Highness' pleasure
You shall to th' Tower.
Buck. It will help me nothing
To plead mine innocence; for that dye is on me,
Which makes my whiťst part black. The will of heav'n
Be done in this and all things ! I obey.
my lord Aberga'ny, fare ye well.
Bran. Nay, he must bear you company. The King
Is pleas'd you shall to th' Tower, 'till you know
How he determines further.
Aber. As the Duke said,
The will of heav'n be done; and the King's pleasure
By me obey'd !
Bran. Here is a warrant from
The King, t'attach lord Montague ; and the bodies
Of the Duke's confeffor, John de la Car;
And Gilbert Peck, his chancellor. (5)
(5) One Gilbert Peck, his Counsellour.) So the Old Copies have it, but, when I publish'd my SHAKE S P E A R & reftor’d, I, from the Authorities of Hall and Holingshead, chang’d it to Chancellour. And our Poet himself, in the Beginning of the second Act vouches for this Correction.
At which; appear'd against him bis Surveyor,
Sir Gilbert Peck his Chancellor Mr. Pope, in his last Edition, has vouchlaf'd to embrace my Correction.
Buck. So, fo;
These are the limbs o'th' plot: no more, I hope ?
Bran. A monk o'th' Chartreux.
Buck. Nicholas Hopkins?' (6)
Buck. My surveyor is false, the o'er-great Cardinal
Hath shew'd him gold ; my life is spann'd already
I am the shadow of poor Buckingham,
Whose figure ev'n this inftant cloud puts on,
By dark’ning my clear sun. My lord, farewel. [Exe.
SCENE changes to the Council-Chamber. Cornets Enter King Henry, leaning on the Cardinal's fboul
der; the Nobles, and Sir Thomas Lovel; the Cardinal places himself under the King's feet, on bis right side.
Y life it self, and the best heart of it, [level
Thanks you for this great care: I stood i'th Of a full-chargʻd confed'racy, and give thanks To you that choak’d it. Let be call'd before us That gentleman of Buckingham's in person ; I'll hear him his confessions justifie, And point by point the treasons of his mafter He shall again relate. A noise within, crying, Room for the Queen. Enter the
Queen ushered by the Duke of Norfolk, and Suffolk she kneels. The King riseth from his state, takes her up, kisses and placeth ber by him. Queen. Nay, we must longer kneel ; I am a suitor.
King. Arise, and take your place by us ; half your suit Never name to usį you have half our power : The other moiety, ere you ask, is given ; Repeat your will, and take it.
Queen. Thank your Majesty.
(6) Michael Hopkins ?] So all the Old Copies had it; and fo Mr. Rowe and Mr. Pope from them. But here again, by the Help of the Chronicles, I have formerly given the true Reading which Mr. Pope has likewise adopted in his lait Edition.
That you would love
self, and in that love
Not unconsider'd leave your honour, nor
The dignity of your office, is the point
Of my petition.
King. Lady mine, proceed.
Queen. I am sollicited, not by a few,
And those of true condition, that your subjects
Are in great grievance. There have been commission's
Sent down among 'em, which have fawod the heart
Of all their loyalties ; wherein although [To Wolsey.
(My good lord Cardinal) they vent reproaches
MoA bitterly on you, àg. putter on
Of these exactions'; yet the King our master
(Whose honour heav'n fhield from foil) ev'n he escapes not
Language unmannefly , yea fuch, which breaks
The sides of loyalty, and almost appears
In loud rebellion.
Nor. Not almost appears,
ft 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, compelld by hunger
And lack of other meatis, in defp'rate manner
Daring th' event to th' teeth, are all in uproar,
And danger serves among them.
King. Taxation ?
Wherein? and what taxation? my lord Cardinal,
You that are blam'd for it alike with us,
Know you of this taxation ?
Wol. Pleafe you, Sir's
I know but of á fingle part in ought
Pertains to th' state, and front but in that file
Where others tell steps with me.
Queen. No, my lord,
You know no more than others : but you frame
Things that are known alike, which are not wholesome,
To those which would not know them, and yet must
Perforce be their acquaintance. These exactions
(Whereof my Sov'raign would have note) they are