Lords, Ladies, Archbishops, Bishops, Judges, Lord Mayor and Aldermen, Barons of the Cinque Ports, Doctors of Divinity, Doctors of Law, Chaplains, Priests, Monks, Secretaries, Gentlemen, Choristers, Pursuivants, Vergers, Rowers, Tipstaves, Guards, Trumpeters, Henchmen, Torchbearers, Drummers, Fifers, Mace-bearers, Gentlemen Ushers, Pillar-bearers, Crossbearers, Footmen, Citizens, Soldiers, Executioner, &c., &c. The Overture, Entractes, and incidental Music have been composed by MR. EDWARD GERMAN. SCENE 2.-Outside the Palace SCENE 3.-The Council Chamber in SCENE 3.-A Garden in the Palace... SCENE 4-A Hall in Blackfriars ... ACT III. Hawes Craven.. SCENE 1.-The Queen's Apartments) 7. Harker. Stay'd me a prisoner in my chamber, when Then you lost Nor. Still him in praise: and, being present both, 'Twas said they saw but one. Buck. Who did guide, I mean, who set the body and the limbs Of this great sport together, as you guess? Nor. All this was order'd by the good discretion Of the right-reverend Cardinal of York. Buck. The devil speed him! no man's pie is freed From his ambitious finger. I wonder That such a keech can, with his very bulk, Nor. Grievingly I think, The peace between the French and us not values Buck. Our reverend Cardinal carried. Nor. All this business Like it your grace, The state takes notice of the private difference And take it from a heart that wishes towards you Together; to consider further that What his high hatred would effect wants not where comes that rock That I advise your shunning. Enter CARDINAL WOLSEY, the purse borne before him, certain of the Guard, Secretaries and others. The CARDINAL in his passage fixeth his eye on BUCKINGHAM, and BUCKINGHAM on him, both full of disdain. Wol. The Duke of Buckingham's surveyor, ha? 'Where's his examination? First Secr. Here, so please you. Wol. Is he in person ready? Ay, please your grace. Wol. Well, we shall then know more; and Buck ingham Shall lessen this big look. [Exeunt WOLSEY and train. Buck. This butcher's cur is venom-mouth'd, and I Have not the power to muzzle him. I read in's looks Matter against me; and his eye revil'd Me as his abject object : at this instant He bores me with some trick: he's gone t' the king; I'll follow and outstare him. Nor. Stay, my lord, And let your reason with your choler question 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 Nor. Be advis'd; Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot Buck. Sir, |