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Buck. I read in's looks

Matter against me, and his eye revil'd

Me as his abject object; at this inftant

He bores me with fome trick, he's gone to th' King:
I'll follow and out-ftare him.

Nor. Stay, my lord;

And let your reafon with your choler question
What 'tis you go about. To climb steep hills,
Requires flow pace at firft. Anger is like
A full-hot horfe, who being allow'd his way,
Self-mettle tires him: not a man in England
Can advise me, like you: be to your self,
As you would to your friend.

Buck. I'll to the King,

And from a mouth of honour quite cry down.
This Ipfwich fellow's infolence; or proclaim,
There's diff'rence in no perfons.

Nor. Be advis'd;

Heat not a furnace for your foe fo hot,
That it do finge your felf. We may out-run
By violent swiftnefs, that which we run at ;
And lofe by over-running: know you not,
The fire that mounts the liquor 'till't run o'er,
Seeming t'augment it, waftes it? be advis'd:
I fay again, there is no English Soul

More stronger to dire& you than yourfelf;
If with the fap of reason you
would quench,
Or but allay, the fire of paffion.

Buck. Sir,

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 fee each grain of gravel, I do know

To be corrupt and treasonous.

Nr. Say not, treafonqus.

[ftrong 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 ravʼnous,

As he is fubtle; and as prone to mifchief,

As

As able to perform't ;) his mind and place
Infecting one another, yea reciprocally,
Only to fhew his pomp, as well in France
As here at home, fuggefts the King our mafter
To this laft coftly treaty, th' enterview,

That fwallow'd fo much treasure, and like a glafs
Did break i'th' rinfing.

Nor. Faith, and fo it did.

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Buck. Pray give me favour, Sir.This cunning CarThe 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, treafon ;) Charles the Emperor,
Under pretence to fee the Queen his aunt,
(For 'twas indeed his colour, but he came
To whisper Wolfey ;) here makes vifitation:
His fears were, that the interview, betwixt
England and France might through their amity
Breed him fome 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 defir'd,
That he would please to alter the King's course,
And break the forefaid peace. Let the King know,
(As foon he shall by me) that thus the Cardinal
Does buy and fell his honour as he pleases,
And for his own advantage.

Nor. I am forry

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 fhape,
He fhall appear in proof.

Enter

Enter Brandon, a Serjeant at Arms before him, and two or three of the guard.

Bran. Your office, Serjeant; execute it.
Serj. Sir,

My lord the Duke of Buckingham, and Earl
Of Hertford, Stafford, and Northampton, I
Arreft thee of high treafon, in the name
Of our most Sov'reign King.

Buck. Lo you, my lord,

The net has fall'n upon me; I fhall perish
Under device and practice.

Bran. I am forry

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To fee you ta'en from liberty, to look on

The business prefent.

You fhall to th' Tower.

'Tis his Highness' pleasure

Buck. It will help me nothing

To plead mine innocence; for that dye is on me,
Which makes my whit'ft part black. The will of heav'n
Be done in this and all things! I obey.

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my lord Aberga'ny, fare ye well.

Bran. Nay, he must bear you company. The King Is pleas'd you fhall 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 publifh'd my SHAKESPEARE reftor'd, I, from the Authorities of Hall and Holingfhead, chang'd it to Chancellour. And our Poet himself, in the Beginning of the fecond Act vouches for this Correction.

At which; appear'd against him his Surveyor,

Sir Gilbert Peck his Chancellor

Mr. Pope, in his last Edition, has vouchsaf'd to embrace my Correction.

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Buck,

Buck. So, fo;

These are the limbs o'th' plot: no more, I hope?
Bran. A monk o'th' Chartreux.

Buck. Nicholas Hopkins? (6)

Bran. He.

Buck. My furveyor is falfe, the o'er-great Cardinal
Hath fhew'd him gold; my life is spann'd already
I am the shadow of poor Buckingham,
Whofe figure ev'n this inftant cloud puts on,
By dark'ning my clear fun. My lord, farewel.

[Exe.

SCENE changes to the Council-Chamber.

Cornet:

Enter King Henry, leaning on the Cardinal's foulder; the Nobles, and Sir Thomas Lovel; the Cardinal places himself under the King's feet, on his right fide.

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Thanks you for this great care: I ftood i'th
Of a full-charg'd confed'racy, and give thanks
that choak'd it. Let be call'd before us

To you
That gentleman of Buckingham's in perfon;
I'll hear him his confeffions juftifie,

And point by point the treafons of his mafter
He fhall again relate.

A noife within, crying, Room for the Queen. Enter the
Queen uber'd by the Duke of Norfolk, and Suffolk ;
She kneels. The King rifeth from his ftate, takes her up,
kiffes and placeth her by him.

Queen. Nay, we must longer kneel; I am a fuitor. King. Arife, and take your place by us; half your fuit Never name to us; you have half our power:

The other moiety, ere you ask, is given;
Repeat your will, and take it.

Queen. Thank your Majefty.

(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 likewife adopted in his laft Edition.

That you
would love your felf, and in that love
Not unconfider'd leave your honour, nör
The dignity of your office, is the point
Of my petition.

King. Lady mine, proceed.

Queen. I am follicited, not by a few,

And thofe of true condition, that your fubjects

Are in great grievance. There have been commiffion's
Sent down among 'em, which have flaw'd the heart
Of all their loyalties; wherein although

[To Wolfey. (My good lord Cardinal) they vent reproaches Moft bitterly on you, as putter onpudo Of these exactions; yet the King our mafter

(Whofe honour heav'n fhield from foil) ev'n he escapes not Language unmannerly yea fuch, which breaks

The fides of loyalty, and almost appears

In loud rebellion.

Nor. Not almoft appears,

It doth appear; for upon thefe taxations,
The clothiers all, not able to maintain
The many to them 'longing, have put off
The spinfters, carders, fullers, weavers, who,
Unfit for other life, compell'd by hunger
And lack of other means, in defp'rate manner
Daring th' event to th' teeth, are all in uproar,
And danger ferves 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, Sif,

I know but of a fingle part in ought

Pertains to th' ftate, and front but in that file

Where others tell fteps 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 thofe which would not know them, and yet must
Perforce be their acquaintance. Thefe exactions
(Whereof my Sov'raign would have note) they are

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