As shore of rock. Attend! This holy fox, That swallow'd so much treasure, and, like a glass, Nor. 'Faith, and so it did. Bran. Here is a warrant from The king, to attach lord Montacute, and the bodies Buck. So, so; These are the limbs of the plot: no more, Bran. He. I hope. Buck. My surveyor is false; the o'er-great cardinal Hath show'd him gold: my life is spann'd already: I am the shadow of poor Buckingham, Buck. Pray, give me favour, sir! This cunning car- Whose figure even this instant cloud puts on, dinal The articles o'the combination drew, As himself pleas'd; and they were ratified, To the old dam, treason,): Charles the emperor, Nor, I am sorry To hear this of him, and could wish, he were Buck. No, not a syllable! I do pronounce him in that very shape, He shall appear in proof. By dark'ning my clear sun. -My lord, farewell! SCENE II. The council-chamber. K. Hen. My life itself, and the best heart of it, And point by point the treasons of his master The King takes his state. The Lords of the Council Q. Cath. Nay, we must longer kneel: I am a suitor. Q. Cath. Thank your majesty! That you would love yourself, and, in that love, Enter BRANDON; a Sergeant at Arms before him, and The dignity of your office, is the point two or three of the Guard. Bran. Your office, sergeant! execute it. My lord the duke of Buckingham, and earl Buck. Lo you, my lord! The net has fall'n upon me; I shall perish Of my petition. K. Hen. Lady mine, proceed! Q. Cath. I am solicited, not by a few, And those of true condition, that your subjects Of these exactions, yet the king, our master, (Whose honour heaven shield from soil!) even he State statues only. escapes not Language unmannerly, yea, such which breaks The sides of loyalty, and almost appears Nor. Not almost appears, It doth appear: for, upon these taxations, K. Hen. Taxation! You know no more, than others: but you frame some K. Hen. Things, done well, H And with a care, exempt themselves from fear: To those, which would not know them, and yet must K. Hen. Still exaction! The nature of it? In what kind, let's know, Q. Cath. I am much too venturous Wol. A word with you! [To the Secretary. In tempting of your patience, but am bolden'd Is nam'd, your wars in France. This makes bold Tongues spit their duties out, and cold hearts freeze Live, where their prayers did, and it's come to pass, To each incensed will. I would, your highness K. Hen. By my life, This is against our pleasure. Wol. And for me, I have no further gone in this, than by A single voice; and that not pass'd me, but By learned approbation of the judges. If I am traduc'd by tongues, which neither know To cope malicious censurers, which ever, That is new trimm'd, but benefit no further, Not ours, or not allow'd; what worst, as oft, In fear our motion will be mock'd or carp'd at, Enter Surveyor. Q. Cath. I am sorry, that the duke of Buckingham K. Hen. It grieves many : When these so noble benefits shall prove you, Most like a careful subject, have collected K. Hen. Speak freely. Surv. First, it was usual with him, every day Wol. Please your highness, note Q. Cath. My learn'd lord cardinal, K. Hen. Speak on! How grounded he his title to the crown, Upon our fail? to this point hast thou heard him Surv. He was brought to this By a vain prophecy of Nicholas Hopkins. Surv. Sir, a Chartreux friar, C T S His confessor, who fed him every minute K. Hen. How know'st thou this? Surv. Not long before your highness sped to France, The duke, being at the Rose, within the parish Saint Lawrency Poultney, did of me demand, What was the speech amongst the Londoners Concerning the French journey? I replied, Men fear'd, the French would prove perfidious, To the king's danger. Presently the duke Said, 'Twas the fear, indeed; and that he doubted, "Twould prove the verity of certain words Spoke by a holy monk; that oft, says he, Hath sent to me, wishing me to permit John de la Court, my chaplain, a choice hour, To hear from him a matter of some moment: Whom after under the confession's seal He solemnly had sworn, that, what he spoke, My chaplain to no creature living, but To me, should utter, with demure confidence This pausingly ensu'd, - Neither the king, nor his heirs, (Tell you the duke) shall prosper: bid him strive To gain the love of the commonalty; the duke Shall govern England. Q. Cath. If I know you well, You were the duke's surveyor, and lost your office K. Hen. Let him on! Go forward! Surv. On my soul, I'll speak but truth. 1 told my lord the duke, by the devil's illusions The monk might be deceiv'd, and that 'twas dang'rous for him, To ruminate on this so far, until It forg'd him some design, which, being believ'd, K. Hen. Ha! what, so rank? Ah, ha! further? Surv. I can, my liege! K. Hen. Proceed! Surv. Being at Greenwich, After your highness had reprov'd the duke About Sir William Blomer, K. Hen. I remember SCENE III.A room in the palace. Men into such strange mysteries? Though they be never so ridiculous, To Pepin, or Clotharius, they keep state so. That never saw them pace before, the spavin, Their clothes are after such a pagan cut too, Enter Sir THOMAS LOVELL. Lov. 'Faith, my lord, I hear of none, but the new proclamation, Cham. What is't for? Lov. The reformation of our travell'd gallants, That fill the court with quarrels, talk, and tailers. Cham. I am glad, 'tis there; now I would pray our monsieurs To think, an English courtier may be wise, Lov. They must either (For so run the conditions), leave these remnants Of such a time: - being my servant sworn, K. Hen. A giant traitor! Cham. What a loss our ladies Lov. Ay, marry, There will be woe indeed, lords; the sly whoresons Wol. Now, madam, may his highness live in freedom, A French song, and a fiddle, has no fellow. Sands. The devil fiddle them! I am glad, they're going; (For, sure, there's no converting of them ;) now A long time out of play, may bring his plain-song, Cham. Well said, lord Sands! Nor shall not, while I have a stump, So now you are fairly seated. Sands. No, my Cham. Sir Thomas, Whither were you a-going? Lov. To the cardinal's; Your lordship is a guest too. This night he makes a supper, and a great one, To many lords and ladies; there will be Lov. That churchmau bears a bounteous mind indeed, A hand is fruitful, as the land, that feeds us; Cham. No doubt, he's noble; He had a black mouth, that said other of him. Sands. He may, my lord! he has wherewithal; in him Sparing would show a worse sin, than ill doctrine. Cham. True, they are so; TH Gentlemen, A The penance lies on you, if these fair ladies Sands. For my little cure, Let me alone! Hautboys. Enter Cardinal WOLSEY, attended; and takes his state. Wol. You are welcome, my fair guests! that noble lady Or gentleman, that is not freely merry, Is not my friend. This, to confirm my welcome; Sands. Your grace is noble: But few now give so great ones. My barge stays; Your lordship shall along. - Come, good sir Thomas, We shall be late else: which I would not be, For I was spoke to with sir Henry Guildford This night to be comptrollers. Sands. I am your lordship's. [Exeunt. SCENE IV. The presence-chamber in Yorkplace. Hautboys. A small table under a state for the Cardinal, a longer table for the guests. Enter at one door ANNE BULLEN, and divers Lords, Ladies, and Gentlewomen, as guests; at another door enter Sir HENRY GUILDFORD. Guild. Ladies, a general welcome from his grace Salutes ye all. This night he dedicates I am beholden to you: cheer your neighbours.- Sands. The red wine first must rise In their fair cheeks, my lord; then we shall have them Anne. You are a merry gamester, Sands. Yes, if I make my play. Lov. O, that your lordship were but now confessor Sands. I would, I were; They should find easy penance. Lov, 'Faith, how easy? Sands. I told your grace, they would talk anon. Wol. What's that? [Exit a Servant, Re-enter Servant. Cham. How now? what is't? For so they seem: they have left their barge, and Serv. A noble troop of strangers; Janded, And hither make, as great ambassadors From foreign princes. Sands. As easy, as a down-bed would afford it. Cham, Sweet ladies! will it please you sit? Sir Harry, Place you that side, I'll take the charge of this: His grace is entering. Nay, you must not freeze; Two women plac'd together makes cold weather: My lord Sands, you are one, will keep them waking; Pray, sit between these ladies! Sands. By my faith, And thank your lordship!- By your leave, sweet ladies! [Seats himself between Anne Bullen and another Lady. If I chance to talk a little wild, forgive me! I had it from my father. Anne. Was he mad, sir? Wol. Good lord chamberlain, Go, give them welcome, you can speak the French tongue; And, pray, receive them nobly, and conduct them Into our presence, where this heaven of beauty, Shall shine at full upon them! Some attend him![Exit Chamberlain, attended. All arise, and tables removed. Sands. O, very mad, exceeding mad, in love too: You have now a broken banquet; bat we'll mend it. A good digestion to you all! and, once more, I shower a welcome on you: Welcome all! Hautboys. Enter the King, and twelve Others, torch-bearers, ushered by the Lord Chamberas Maskers, habited like Shepherds, with sixteen lain. They pass directly before the Cardinal, and gracefully salute him. A noble company! what are their pleasures? Cham. Because they speak no English, thus they pray'd To tell your grace: that, having heard by fame Cham. I will, my lord! [Cham. goes to the Company, and returns. Wol. What say they? Cham. Such a one, they all confess, K. Hen. You have found him, cardinal: [Unmasking. Wol. I am glad, Your grace is grown so pleasant. Pr'ythee, come hither! What fair lady's that? The viscount Rochford, one of her highness' women. - I were unmannerly, to take you out, Let it go round! 2 Gent. I am sorry for't. 1 Gent. So are a number more. 1 Gent. I'll tell you in a little. The great duke 2 Gent. That was he, That fed him with his prophecies? All these accus'd him strongly, which he fain 2 Gent. After all this, how did he bear himself? His knell rung out, his judgment, he was stirr'd Sweet-He never was so womanish; the cause Wol. Sir Thomas Lovell, is the banquet ready I'the privy chamber? Lov. Yes, my lord! Wol. Your grace, I fear, with dancing is a little heated. K. Hen. I fear, too much. Wol. There's fresher air, my lord, In the next chamber. Enter two Gentlemen, meeting. 1 Gent. Whither away so fast? 2 Gent. 0,- God save you! Even to the hall, to hear, what shall become Of the great duke of Buckingham. 1 Gent. I'll save you The cardinal is the end of this. 1 Gent. 'Tis likely, By all conjectures. First, Kildair's attainder, Earl Surrey was sent thither, and in haste too, 2 Gent. That trick of state. 1 Gent. At his return, No doubt, he will requite it. This is noted, 2 Gent. All the commons Hate him perniciously, and, oʼ my conscience, The mirror of all courtesy ; 1 Gent. Stay there, sir, And see the noble ruin'd man, you speak of. 2 Gent. Let's stand close, and behold him! That labour, sir! All's now done, but the ceremony You, that thus far have come to pity me, Of bringing back the prisoner. 2 Gent. Were you there? 1 Gent. Yes, indeed, was I. 2 Gent. Pray, speak, what has happen'd? 1 Gent. You may guess quickly, what. 2 Gent. Is he found guilty? Hear what I say, and then go home and lose me! I have this day receiv'd a traitor's judgment, And by that name must die; yet, heaven bear witness, 1 Gent. Yes, truly is he, and condemn'd upon it. It has done, upon the premises, but justice: |