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If I but knew him, with my Love and Duty
I would furrender it.

Cham. I will, my Lord.

Wol. What fay they?

Cham. Such a one, they all confess,

[Whisper.

There is indeed, which they would have your Grace
Find out, and he will take it.

Wol. Let me fee then,

By all your good leaves, Gentlemen, here I'll make
My Royal Choice.

King. You have found him, Cardinal:

You hold a fair Affembly, you do well, Lord.
You are a Church-man, or I'll tell you, Cardinal,
I fhould judge now unhappily.

Wol. I am glad

Your Grace is grown fo pleasant.

King. My Lord Chamberlain,

Prithee 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's Women.

King. By Heav'n fhe's a dainty one : Sweet heart,

I were unmannerly to take you out,

[To Anne Bullen.

And not to Kiss you. A Health, Gentlemen,

Let it go round.

Wol. Sir Thomas Lovell, is the Banquet ready

I'th' Privy Chamber?

Lov. Yes, my Lord.

Wol. Your Grace,

I fear, with Dancing is a little heated.

King. I fear too much.

Wol. There's fresh Air, my Lord,

In the next Chamber.

King. Lead in your Ladies every one: Sweet Partner, I must not yet forfake you; let's be merry, Good my Lord Cardinal: I have a dozen Healths To drink to thefe fair Ladies, and a measure To lead 'em once again, and then let's dream Who's best in Favour. Let the Mufick knock it.

Exeunt with Trumpets.

ACT

1 Gen.

АСТ II.

SCENE I.

Enter two Gentlemen at feveral Doors.

7 Hither away fo faft?

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2 Gen. O, God fave ye:

Even to the Hall, to hear what shall become

Of the great Duke of Buckingham.

I Gen. I'll fave you

That labour, Sir. All's now done, but the Ceremony
Of bringing back the Prifoner.

2 Gen. Were you there?

I Gen. Yes indeed was I.

2 Gen. Pray speak what has hapned.
1 Gen. You may guess quickly what.
2 Gen. Is he found guilty?

1 Gen. Yes, truly is he, And condemn'd upon't.

2 Gen. I am forry for't.

I Gen. So are a number moře.
2 Gen. But pray how paft it?

1 Gen. I'll tell you in a little. The great Duke
Came to the Bar; where, to his Accufations
He pleaded ftill Not guilty, and alledged
Many sharp Reasons to defeat the Law.
The King's Attorney, on the contrary,
Urg'd on the Examinations, Proofs, Confeffions
Of divers Witneffes, which the Duke defir'd
To have brought viva voce to his Face;
At which appear'd against him, his Surveyor.
Sir Gilbert Pecke, his Chancellor, and John Car
Confeffor to him, with that Devil Monk,
Hopkins, that made this mifchief.

2 Gen. That was he,

That fed him with his Prophecies.

I Gen. The fame.

All these accus'd him ftrongly, which he fain
Would have flung from him; but indeed he could not,
And fo his Peers upon this Evidence,

Have found him guilty of high Treafon. Much

He

He spoke, and learnedly for Life; but all
Was either pitied in him, or forgotten.

2 Gen. After all this, how did he bear himself?
I Gen. When he was brought again to th'Bar, to hear
His Knell rung out, his Judgment, he was ftirr'd
With fuch an Agony, he fweat extreamly,
And fomething fpoke in choler, ill and hafty;
But he fell to himself again, and fweetly,
In all the reft, fhew'd a moft noble Patience.
2 Gen. I do not think he fears death.

1 Gen. Sure he does not,

He never was fo Womanish, the caufe
He may a little grieve at.

2 Gen. Certainly,

The Cardinal is the end of this.

1 Gen. 'Tis likely,

By all conjectures: First Kildare's Attainder,
Then Deputy of Ireland, who remov❜d,
Earl Surrey was fent thither, and in haste too,
Left he should help his Father.

2 Gen. That trick of State

Was a deep envious one.
I Gen. At his return,

No doubt he will requite it; this is noted
And generally, who ever the King favours,
The Cardinal inftantly will find employment for,
And far enough from Court too.

2 Gen. All the Commons

Hate him perniciously, and O' my Confcience,
With him ten Fathom deep : This Duke as much
They love and doat on, call him Bounteous Buckingham,
The Mirror of all Courtefie.

Enter Buckingham from his Arraignment. Tipftaves before him, the Axe with the edge towards him, Halberds on each fide, accompanied with Sir Thomas Lovel, Sir Nicholas Vaux, Walter Sands, and common People, &c.

I Gen. Stay there, Sir,

And fee the noble ruin'd Man you speak of.

2 Gen. Let's ftand close and behold him.

Buck

Buck. All good People,

go

You that thus far have come to pity me.
Hear what I fay, and then home and lofe me,
I have this day receiv'd a Traitor's Judgment,
And by that name muft die; yet Heav'n bear witness,
And if I have a Confcience, let it fink me,

Even as the Axe falls, if I be not faithful.
To th'Law I bear no malice for my death,
'T has done upon the Premifes, but Juftice:
But thofe that fought it, I could wish more Christians:
Be what they will, I heartily forgive 'em;
Yet let 'em lock they glory not in mifchief,
Nor build their evils on the Graves of great Men;
For then, my guiltlefs Blood muft cry against 'em.
For further life in this World I ne'er hope,
Nor will I fue, although the King have Mercies
More than I dare make Faults.

You few that lov'd me,

And dare be bold to weep for Buckingham,
His noble Frie. ds 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 fweet Sacrifice,
And lift my Soul to Heav'n.

Lead on a God's Name.

Lov. I do befeech your Grace for Charity,
If ever any malice in your Heart

Were hid against me, now to forgive me frankly.
Buck. Sir Thomas Lovell, I as free forgive you

As I would be forgiven: I forgive all.
There cannot be thofe numberless Offences
'Gainft me, that I cannot take peace with:
No black envy fhall make my

Commend me to his Grace:

Grave.

And if he fpeak of Buckingham, pray tell him,
You met him half in Heav'n: My Vows and Prayers,
Yet are the King's; and 'till my Soul forfake me,
Shall cry for Bleffings 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 fhall lead him to his end,
Goodness and he fill up one Monument.

Lov. To th'Water-fide I must conduct your Grace,
Then give my Charge up to Sir Nicholas Vaux,
Who undertakes you to your end.

Vaux. Prepare there,

The Duke is coming: See the Barge be ready,
And fit it with fuch Furniture as fuits
The greatness of his Perfon.

Buck. Nay, Sir Nicholas,

Let it alone; my State now will but mock me.
When I came hither, I was Lord High Conftable,
And Duke of Buckingham; now, poor Edward Bohun;
Yet I am richer than my bafe Accufers,

That never knew what Truth meant: I now feal it;
And with that Blood will make 'em one Day groan for't.
My noble Father, Henry of Buckingham,
Who first rais'd head against Ufurping Richard,
Flying for fuccour to his Servant Banister,
Being diftreft, was by that wretch betray'd,
And without Trial, fell; God's peace be with him.
Henry the Seventh fucceeding, truly pitying
My Father's lofs, like a moft Royal Prince
Reftor'd me to my Honours; and out of Ruins
Made my Name once more Noble. Now his Son,
Henry the Eighth, Life, Honour, Name, and all
That made me happy, at one ftroke has taken
For ever from the World. I had my Trial,
And muft needs fay, a Noble one; which makes me
A little happier than my wretched Father:
Yet thus far are we one in Fortune, both
Fell by our Servants, by thofe Men we lov'd moft:
A most unnatural and faithlefs Service.

Heav'n has an end in all; yet, you that hear me,
This from a dying Man receive as certain:
Where you are liberal of your Loves and Counfels,
Be fure you be not loofe; for those you make Friends,
And give your Hearts to, when they once perceive
The leaft rub in your Fortunes, fall away

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