Ask God for temp'rance, that's th' appliance only Buck. I read in's looks Matter against me, and his eye revil'd He bores me with fome trick, he's gone to th' King; Nor. Stay, my Lord, And let your reason with your choler question 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 fo hot Buck. Sir, I'm thankful to you, and I'll go along By your prefcription; but this top-proud fellow, Nor. Nor. Say not, treasonous. [strong 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 That swallow'd fo much treasure, and like a glass Nor. 'Faith, and fo it did. Buck. Pray give me favour, Sir,- this cunning Cardinal 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 for worthy Wolfey, And And for his own advantage. Nor. I am forry To hear this of him; and could wish you were Buck. No, not a fyllable: I do pronounce him in that very fhape SCENE III. 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 Buck. Lo you, my Lord, The net has fall'n upon me; I fhall perish Bran. I am forry 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, O my Lord Aberga'nny, fare ye well! Bran. Nay, he muft bear you company. The King Is pleas'd you fhall to th' Tower, 'till you know How he determines further. Aber. As the Duke faid, The will of heav'n be done, and the King's pleafure Bran. Here is a warrant from The King, t'attach Lord Montague, and the bodies Of Of the Duke's confeffor, John de la Car, Buck. So, fo; These are the limbs o' th' plot: no more, I hope? 1 Buck. 'Nicholas Hopkins? Bran. He. Buck. My furveyor is falfe, the o'er-great Cardinal Hath fhew'd him gold; my life is fpann'd already: I am the fhadow of poor Buckingham, Whofe figure ev'n this inftant cloud puts on, By dark'ning my clear fun. My Lord, farewel! [Exeunt. S C EN E IV. The Council-Chamber. Cornet. Enter King Henry, leaning on the Cardinal's Shoulder; the Nobles and Sir Thomas Lovell; the Cardinal places bimfelf under the King's feet, on his right fide. King.M [level Y life it felf, and the best heart of it, Of a full-charg'd confed'racy, and give thanks. And point by point the treafons of his master A noife, with crying, Room for the Queen, Uber'd by the Duke of Norfolk, Enter the Queen, Norfolk and Suffolk; he kneels. The King rifeth from his ftate, takes her up, kifles and placeth her by him. Queen. Nay, we must longer kneel; I am a fuitor. King. Arife, and take place by us; half your Queen. Thank your Majefty. That you would love your self, and in that love Of my petition. King. Lady mine, proceed. Queen. I am follicited, not by a few, And thofe of true condition, that your fubjects fuit Are in great grievance. There have been commiffions 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 on Of these exactions, yet the King our mafter (Whose honour heav'n fhield from foil) efcapes not Language unmannerly; yea, fuch which breaks The fides of loyalty, and almoft appears In loud rebellion. Nor. Not almost appears, It doth appear; for upon these taxations, King. How! taxation?` Wherein? and what taxation? my Lord Cardinal, Know you of this taxation? Wol. Please you, Sir, I know but of a fingle part in ought 2 Taxation? Pertains |