Nor. Like it your Grace, The state takes notice of the private difference T (And take it from a heart, that wishes tow'rds you' Enter Cardinal Wolfey, the purfe born before him, certain of the guard, and two fecretaries with papers; the Cardinal in his passage fixeth his eye on Buckingham, and Buckingham on him, both full of disdain. Wol. The Duke of Buckingham's furveyor? ha? Where's his examination ? Secr. Here, fo please you. Wel. Is he in perfon ready? Secr. Ay, an't please your Grace. Wol. Well, we shall then know more; And Buckingham fhall leffen this big look. [Exeunt Cardinal and his train. Buck. This butcher's cur is venom-mouth'd, and I Have not the power to muzzle him; therefore beft Not wake him in his flumber. A beggar's book Out-worths a noble's blood. Nor. What, are you chaf'd? " Ask God for temp'rance; that's th' appliance only, 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 And let your reafon with your choler queftion 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, More ftronger to direct you than yourself; Buck. Sir, I'm thankful to you, and I'll go along By your prefcription; but this top-proud fellow, And proofs as clear as founts in July, when To be corrupt and treasonous. Nor. Say not, treasonous. Aftrong Buck. To th' King I'll fay't, and make my vouch as As fhore of rock.- Attend. This holy fox, That That fwallow'd fo much treasure, and like a glafs Nor. Faith, and so it did. Buck. Praygive me favour, Sir.-This cunning Cardinal The articles o' th' combination drew, As himself pleas'd; and they were ratify'd, As give a crutch to th' dead. But our Court-Cardinal Nor. I am forry To hear this of him; and could wish, you were Buck. No, not a syllable : I do pronounce him in that very shape, 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. Serj. Sir, My My Lord the Duke of Buckingham, and Earl Buck. Lo you, my Lord, The net has fall'n upon me; I shall perish Bran. I am forry To fee you ta'en from liberty, to look on 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'st part black. The will of heav'n Be done in this and all things! I obey. O 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 faid, The will of heav'n be done; and the King's pleafure. 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) Buck. So, fo; These are the limbs o' th' plot; no more, I hope? Buck. Nicholas Hopkins? (6) (5) One Gilbert Peck, bis counsellor.] So the old copies have it, but, when I publish'd my SHAKESPEARE reftor'd, I, from the authorities of Hall and Holingfhead, chang'd it to chancellor. 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 vouchfaf'd to embrace my correction. (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 last edition. Bran. 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. SCENE changes to the Council-Chamber. Cornet. Enter King Henry, leaning on the Card nal's shoulder; the Nobles, and Sir Thomas Lovel; the Cardinal places himself under the King's feet, on his right fide. King. MY life itfelf, and the beft heart of it, [level Thanks you for this great care: 1 food i'th Of a full-charg'd confed'racy, and give thanks Το that choak'd it. Let be call'd before us you That gentleman of Buckingham's in perfon; I'll hear him his confeffions justify, And point by point the treafons of his mater ; A noife within, crying, Room for the Queen. Enter the Queen ufher'd by the Duke of Norfolk, and Suffolk She kneels. The King rifeth from his ftate, takes her up. kifles and placeth her by him. -Queen. Nay, we mast 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 afk, is given; Repeat your will, and take it. Queen. Thank your Majesty. That you would love yourfelf, and in that love Of my petition. King Lady mine, proceed. Queen. I am follicited, not by a few, And those of true condition, that your fabjects Are in great grievance. There have been commiffions Sent down among 'em, which have flaw'd the heart VOL. V. of |