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SCENE II.-The Council-Chamber.
Cornets. Enter King HENRY, Cardinal WOLSEY,
the Lords of the Council, Sir THOMAS LOVELL,
Officers, and Attendants. The KING enters,
Leaning on the CARDINAL'S shoulder.

K. Hen. My life itself, and the best heart of
it,
[level
Thanks you for this great care: I stood i'the
Of a full-charg'd confederacy, and give thanks
To you that chok'd it.-Let be call'd before us
That gentleman of Buckingham's: in person
I'll hear him his confessions justify;

And point by point the treasons of his master
He shall again relate.

The KING takes his state." The Lords of the
Council take their several places. The CARDI-
NAL places himself under the KING's feet on his
right side.

A noise within, crying, Room for the Queen.
Enter the QUEEN, ushered by the Dukes of
NORFOLK and SUFFOLK: she kneels. The
KING riseth from his state, takes her up, kiss-
es, and placeth her by him.'

Q. Kath. Nay, we must longer kneel; I am
a suitor.

-Half

K. Hen. Arise, and take place by us :-)
your suit

Never name to us; you have half our power:
The other moiety, ere you ask, is given;
Repeat your will, and take it.

Q. Kath. Thank your majesty.

That you would love yourself; and, in that love,
Not unconsider'd leave your honour, nor
The dignity of your office, is the point
Of my petition.

K. Hen. Lady, mine!-proceed.

missions

Q. Kath. I am solicited, not by a few,
And those of true condition, that your subjects
Are in great grievance: there hath been com-
Sent down among them, which have flaw'd the
[heart
Of all their loyalties:-wherein, although,
My good lord cardinal, they vent reproaches
Most bitterly on you, as putter-on

Of these exactions, yet the king our master,
(Whose honour heaven shield from soil!) even
he escapes not

Language unmannerly, yea, such which breaks
The sides of loyalty, and almost appears
In loud rebellion.

Nor. Not almost appears,

It doth appear; for, upon these taxations,
The clothiers all, not able to maintain
The many to them 'longing, have put off
The spinsters, carders, fullers, weavers, who,
Unfit for other life, compell'd by hunger
And lack of other means, in desperate manner
Daring the event to the teeth, are all in uproar,
And danger serves among them.

K. Hen. Taxation!

[nal,

Wherein? and what taxation?-My lord cardi-
You that are blam'd for it alike with us,
Know you of this taxation?

Wol. Please you, Sir,

I know but of a single part, in aught
Pertains to the state; and front but in that filet
Where others tell steps with me.

Q. Kath. No, my lord,

You know no more than others: but you frame
Things, that are known alike; which are not
wholesome
To those which would not know them, and yet
[must

Chair. I am only one among the other counsellors.

601 Perforce be their acquaintance. These exacWhereof my sovereign would have note, they tions, Most pestilent to the hearing; and, to bear

them,

[are

The back is sacrifice to the load. They say,
They are devis'd by you; or else you suffer
Too hard an exclamation.

K. Hen. Still exaction!

The nature of it? In what kind, let's know
Is this exaction?

Q. Kath. I am much too venturous
In tempting of your patience; but am bolden'd
Under your promis'd pardon. The subject's
grief

Comes through commissions, which compel
from each

The sixth part of his substance, to be levied
Without delay; and the pretence for this
Is nam'd, your wars in France: This makes
bold mouths:
[freeze
Tongues spit their duties out, and cold hearts
Allegiance in them; their curses now,
Live where their prayers did; and it's come

to pass,

That tractable obedience is a slave
To each incensed will. I would, your highnes
Would give it quick consideration, for
There is no primer business.

K. Hen. By my life,
This is against our pleasure.

Wol. And for me,

I have no farther gone in this, than by
By learned approbation of the judges.
A single voice; and that not pass'd me, but
If I am traduc'd by tongues, which neither
My faculties, nor person, yet will be [know
The chronicles of my doing,-let me say,
'Tis but the fate of place, and the rough brake*
Our necessary actions, in the fear
That virtue must go through. We must not
To copet malicious censurers; which ever,
[stint+
That is new trimm'd; but benefit no further
As ravenous fishes, do a vessel follow
Than vainly longing. What we oft do best,
By sick interpreters, once weak ones, is
Not ours, or not allow'd ;|| what worst, as oft
Hitting a grosser quality, is cried up
For our best act. If we shall stand still,
In fear our motion will be mock'd or carp'd at,
We should take root here where we sit, or sit
State statues only.

K. Hen. Things done well,

And with a care, exempt themselves from fear;
Things done without example, in their issue
Are to be fear'd. Have you a precedent
Of this commission? I believe, not any.
We must not rend our subjects from our laws,
And stick them in our will. Sixth part of each?
From every tree, lop, bark, and part o the tim-
A trembling contribution! Why, we take,
ber;
[hack'd,
The air will drink the sap. To every county,
And, though we leave it with a root, thus
Where this is question'd, send our letters, with
Free pardon to each man that has denied
The force of this commission: Pray, look to't
I put it to your care.

Wol. A word with you.
[To the SECRETARY
Let there be letters writ to every shire,
Of the king's grace and pardon. The griev'd

commons

That, through our intercession, this revokement
Hardly conceive of me; let it be nois'd,
1 Ketard. + Encounter
il Approved...

Thicket of inurns.

↑ Sometime.

And pardon comes: I shall anon advise you
Further in the proceeding. [Exit SECRETARY.
Enter SURVEYOR.

Q. Kath. I am sorry, that the duke of Buck-
's run in your displeasure.

My chaplain to no creature living, but
He solemnly had sworn, that, what he spoke,
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
Shall govern England.
To gain the love of the commonalty; the duke

Q. Kath. If I know you well,

K. Hen. It grieves many: [ingham The gentleman is learn'd, and a most rare [speaker, To nature none more bound; his training such, That he may furnish and instruct great teach-You were the duke's surveyor, and lost your And never seek for aid out* of himself. [ers, Yet see,

When these so noble benefits shall prove
Not well dispos'd, the mind growing once
corrupt,
They turn to vicious forms, ten times more
[ugly
Than ever they were fair. This man so cóm-
plete,
Who was enroll'd 'mongst wonders, and when
[we,
Almost with ravish'd list'ning, could not find
His hour of speech a minute; he, my lady,
Hath into monstrous habits put the graces
That once were his, and is become as black
As if besmear'd in hell. Sit by us; you shall
hear

(This was his gentleman in trust,) of him
Things to strike honour sad.-Bid him recount
The fore-recited practices; whereof
We cannot feel too little, hear too much.
Wol Stand forth; and with bold spirit re-
late what you,

Most like a careful subject, have collected
Out of the Duke of Buckingham.

K. Hen. Speak freely.

Surv. First, it was usual with him, every day
It would infect his speech, That if the king
Should without issue die, he'd carryt it so
To make the sceptre his: These very words
I have heard him utter to his son-in-law,
Lord Aberga'ny; to whom by oath he menac'd
Revenge upon the cardinal.

Wol. Please your highness, note
This dangerous conception in this point.
Not friended by his wish, to your high person
His will is most malignant; and it stretches
Beyond you, to your friends.

Q. Kath. My learn'd lord cardinal,

Deliver all with charity.

K. Hen. Speak on:

How grounded he his title to the crown,

Upon our fail; to this point hast thou heard

At any time speak aught?

Surv. He was brought to this

By a vain prophecy of Nicholas Hopkins.
K. Hen. What was that Hopkins?
Surv. Sir, a Chartreux friar,

His confessor; who fed him every minute
With words of sovereignty.

K. Hen. How know'st thou this?

[him

Surv. Not long before your highness sped to
France,

The duke being at the Rose, within the parish
Saint Lawrence 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

* Beyond.

+ Conduct, manage. Now Merchant Taylors' School.

office

[heed,

On the complaint o' the tenants: Take good
And spoil your nobler soul! I say, take heed;
You charge not in your spleen a noble person,
Yes, heartily beseech you.

Go forward.
K. Hen. Let him on:-

I told my lord the duke, By the devil's illusions
Surv. On my soul, I'll speak but truth.
The monk might be deceiv'd; and that 'twas
dang'rous for him,

To ruminate on this so far, until
It was much like to do: He answer'd, Tush!
It forg'd him some design, which, being be-
[liev'd,
It can do me no damage: adding further,
The cardinal's and Sir Thomas Lovell's heads
That, had the king in his last sickness fail'd,
Should have gone off.

There's mischief in this man :-
K. Hen. Ha! what, so rank? Ah, ha!
-Canst thou
say further?
Surv. I can, my liege.
K. Hen. Proceed.

After your highness had reprov'd the duke
Surv. Being at Greenwich,
About Sir William Blomer,-

K. Hen. I remember,

Of such a time:-Being my servant sworn, The duke retain'd him his.--But on; What hence?

Surv. If, quoth he, I for this had been com

mitted,

The part my father meant to act upon
As to the Tower, I thought,-I would have play'd

The usurper Richard: who, being at Salisbury,
Made suit to come in his presence; which if
granted,

As he made semblance of his duty, would
Have put his knife into him.

K. Hen. A giant traitor!

Wol. Now, madam, may his highness live in freedom,

And this man out of prison?

Q. Kath. God mend all!

K. Hen. There's something more would out of thee; What say'st?

Surv. After the duke his father, with the knife,Another spread on his breast, mounting his He stretch'd him, and, with one hand on his [dagger, He did discharge a horrible oath; whose [tenour Was,-Were he evil us'd, he would outgo His father, by as much as a performance Does an irresolute purpose.

eyes,

K. Hen. There's his period,
Call him to present trial: if he may
To sheath his knife in us. He is attach'd,
Find mercy in the law, 'tis his; if none,
Let him not seek't of us: By day and night,
He's traitor to the height.
[Exeunt.

SCENE III-A Room in the Palace.
Enter the Lord CHAMBERLAIN, and Lord SANDS
Cham. Is it possible, the spells of France
should juggle

Men into such strange mysteries? Sands. New customs,

Though they be never so ridiculous,
Nay, let them be unmanly, yet are follow'd.
Cham. As far as I see, all the good our
English

Have got by the late voyage, is but merely
A fit or two o' the face; but they are shrewd
ones;

For when they hold them, you would swear directly,

Their very noses had been counsellors
To Pepin, or Clotharius, they keep state so.
Sands. They have all new legs, and lame
ones; one would take it,

That never saw them pace before, the spavin,
A springhalt+ reign'd among them.

Cham. Death! my lord,

Their clothes are after such a pagan cut too, That, sure, they have worn out Christendom. How now?

What news, Sir Thomas Lovell?

Enter Sir THOMAS LOVELL.

Lov. 'Faith, my lord,

I hear of none but the new proclamation
That's clapp'd upon the court-gate.

Cham. What is't for?

Lov. The reformation of our travell'd gallants,

[tailors. That fill the court with quarrels, talk, and Cham. I am glad, 'tis there; now I would pray our monsieurs

To think an English courtier may be wise,
And never see the Louvre.‡

Lov. They must either [nants (For so run the conditions,) leave these remOf fool, and feather, that they got in France, With all their honourable points of ignorance, Pertaining thereunto, (as fights, and fireworks; Abusing better men than they can be,

Out of a foreign wisdom,) renouncing clean The faith they have in tennis, and tall stockings,

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Cham. O, 'tis true: This night he makes a supper, and a great one To many lords and ladies; there will be The beauty of this kingdom, I'll assure you. Lov. That churchman bears a bounteous mind indeed,

A hand as fruitful as the land that feeds us: His dews fall every where.

Cham. No doubt, he's noble;

He had a black mouth, that said other of him.
Sands. He may, my lord, he has where-
withal; in him,
[trine:
Men of his way should be most liberal,
Sparing would show a worse sin than ill doc-
They are set here for examples.
Cham. True, they are so;

[stays;*

But few now give so great ones. My barge
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.

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Hautboys. A small table under a state for the
CARDINAL, a longer table for the guests. En-
ter 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
Salutes ye all: This night he dedicates
To fair content, and you: none here, he hopes,
In all this noble bevy,t has brought with her
As first-good company, good wine, good wel-
One care abroad; he would have all as merry

grace

come

Can make good people.—O, my lord, you are tardy;

[travel, Enter Lord CHAMBERLAIN, Lord SANDS, and Sir THOMAS LOVELL.

Short blister'd breeches, and those types of
And understand again like honest men;
Or pack to their old playfellows: there I take
They may, cum privilegio,§ wear away [it,
The lag end of their lewdness, and be laugh'd

at.

Sands. 'Tis time to give them physic, their Are grown so catching. [diseases

Chum. What a loss our ladies Will have of these trim vanities!

Lov. Ay, marry, [whoresons There will be woe indeed, lords; the sly Have got a speeding trick to lay down ladies; 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 An honest country lord, as I am, beaten A long time out of play, may bring his plain

song,

And have an hour of hearing; and, by 'r-lady,

Held current music too.

Cham. Well said, lord Sands;
Your colt's tooth is not cast yet.
Sands. No, my lord;

Nor shall not, while I have a stump.
Cham. Sir Thomas,

Whither were you a-going?

Lov. To the cardinal's;

Your lordship is a guest too.

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The very thought of this fair company
Clapp'd wings to me.

Cham. You are young, Sir Harry Guildford.
Sands. Sir Thomas Lovell, had the cardinal
But half my lay-thoughts in him, some of these
Should find a running banquet ere they rested,
I think, would better please them: By my life,
They are a sweet society of fair ones.

Lov. O, that your lordship were but now
To one or two of these!
[confessor

Sands. I would, I were;
They should find easy penance.
Lov. 'Faith, how easy?

Sands. As easy as a down-bed would afford
it.

Cham. Sweet ladies, will it please you sit?

[this:

Place you that side, I'll take the charge of
Sir Harry,
His grace is ent'ring-Nay, you must not
freeze;
[ther:

Two women plac'd together makes cold wea-
My lord Sands, you are one will keep them
Pray, sit between these ladies. [waking;
Sands. By my faith,

And thank your lordship.-By your leave,
sweet ladies:

[Seats himself between ANNE BULLEN and another Lady.

The speaker is at Bridewell, and the Cardinal's hours was at Whitehall.

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BERLAIN. They pass directly before the Car dinal, and gracefully salute him.

A noble company! what are their pleasures
Cham. Because they speak no English, thus
they pray'd
[fame

To tell your grace;-That, having heard by
Of this so noble and so fair assembly
This night to meet here, they could do no less,
Out of the great respect they bear to beauty,
But leave their flocks; and, under your fair
conduct,

Crave leave to view these ladies, and entreat
An hour of revels with them.

Wol. Say, lord chamberlain,

Hautboys. Enter Cardinal WOLSEY, attended; They have done my poor house grace; for

and takes his state.*

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Sands. Yes, if I make my play.+

which I pay them

A thousand thanks, and pray them take their pleasures.

[Ladies chosen for the dance. The KING chooses ANNE BULLEN.

K. Hen. The fairest hand I ever touch'd! O,

beauty,

Till now I never knew thee. [Music. Dance. Wol. My lord,

Cham. Your grace?

Wol. Pray, tell them thus much from me: There should be one amongst them, by his

person,

More worthy this place than myself; to whom,
If I but knew him, with my love and duty
I would surrender it.

Cham. I will, my lord.

[CHAM. goes to the company, and returns. Wol. What say they?

Cham. Such a one, they all confess,

There is, indeed; which they would have your

grace

Here's to your ladyship; and pledge it, madam, Find out, and he will take it."

For 'tis to such a thing,

Anne. You cannot show me.

Sands. I told your grace, they would talk

anon.

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Re-enter SERVANT.

Cham. How now? what is't?

Serv. A noble troop of strangers;

For so they seem: they have left their barge, and landed;

And hither make, as great ambassadors
From foreign princes.

Wol. Good lord chamberlain,

Go, give them welcome, you can speak the French tongue; [them,

And, pray, receive them nobly, and conduct 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.

You have now a broken banquet; but 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, as Maskers, habited like Shepherds, with sixteen Torch-bearers; ushered by the Lord CHAM• Cheir. +Choose my game. Small cannon.

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Pr'ythee, come hither: What fair lady's that? Cham. An't please your grace, Sir Thomas Bullen's daughter,

The viscount Rochford, one of her highness'

women.

K. Hen. By heaven, she is a dainty one.~.
Sweet-heart,'

I were unmannerly, to take you out,
And not to kiss you.-A health, gentlemen,
Let it go round.

Wol. Sir Thomas Lovell, is the banquet I'the privy chamber?

I

Lor. Yes, my lord.

Wol. Your grace,

fear, with dancing is a little heated. K. Hen. I fear, too much.

Wol. There's fresher air, my lord,

In the next chamber.

[ready

K. Hen. Lead in your ladies, every one.

Sweet partner,

I must not yet forsake you :-Let's be mer

ry;

Good my lord cardinal, I have half a dozen healths

* The chief place. + Mi chievously.

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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?

1 Gent. Yes, truly is he, and condemn'd upon it.

2 Gent. I am sorry for't.

7 Gent. So are a number more.

2 Gent. But, pray, how pass'd it?

1 Gent. I'll tell you in a little. The great duke

Came to the bar; where, to his accusations,
He pleaded still, not guilty, and alleg'd
Many sharp reasons to defeat the law.
The king's attorney, on the contrary,
Urg'd on the examinations, proofs, confessions,
Of divers witnesses; which the duke desir'd
To him brought, viva voce, to his face:

At which appear'd against him, his surveyor;
Sir Gilbert Peck, his chancellor; and John
Court,

Confessor to him; with that devil-monk,
Hopkins, that made this mischief.

2 Gent. That was he,

That fed him with his prophecies?

1 Gent. The same.

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1 Gent. When he was brought again to the bar,-to hear [stirr'd His knell wrung out, his judgement, he was With such an agony, he sweat extremely, And something spoke in choler, ill, and hasty: But he fell to himself again, and, sweetly, In all the rest show'd a most noble patience. 2 Gent. I do not think, he fears death. 1 Gent. Sure, he does not,

He never was so womanish; the cause
He may a little grieve at.

2 Gent. Certainly,

The cardinal is the end of this.

1 Gent. "Tis likely,

Py all conjectures: First, Kildare's attainder, Then deputy of Ireland; who remov'd,

Earl Surrey was sent thither, and in haste too, Lest he should help his father.

2 Gent. That trick of state

Was a deep envious one.

1 Gent. At his return,

No doubt he will requite it. This is noted,

* Dance.

And generally; whoever the king favours, The cardinal instantly will find employment, And far enough from court too.

2 Gent. All the commons Hate him perniciously, and, o' my conscience, Wish him ten fathom deep: this duke as much They love and dote on; call him, bounteous Buckingham,

The mirror of all courtesy ;

1 Gent. Stay there, Sir,

And see the noble ruin'd man you speak of.

Enter BUCKINGHAM from his arraignment; Tipstares before him, the axe with the edge towards him; halberts on each side: with him, Sir THOMAS LOVELL, Sir NICHOLAS VAUX, Sir WILLIAM SANDS, and common people.

2 Gent. Let's stand close, and behold him. Buck. All good people,

You that thus far have come to pity me, [me.
Hear what I say, and then go home and lose
I have this day receiv'd a traitor's judgement,
And by that name must die; Yet, heaven bear
witness,

And if I have a conscience, let it sink me,
Even as the axe falls, if I be not faithful!
The law I bear no malice for my death,
It has done, upon the premises, but justice.
But those, that sought it, I could wish more
Christians:

Be what they will, I heartily forgive them:
Yet let them look they glory not in mischief,
Nor build their evils on the graves of great
[them.

men;

For then my guiltless blood must cry against
For further life in this world I ne'er hope,
Nor will I sue, although the king have mercies
More than I dare make faults. You few that
lov'd me,

And dare be bold to weep for Buckingham,
His noble friends, and fellows, whom to leave
Is only bitter to him, only dying,

Go with me, like good angels, to my end;
And, as the long divorce of steel falls on me,
Make of your prayers one sweet sacrifice,
And lift my soul to heaven.-Lead on, o'God's

name.

[ly.

Lov. I do beseech your grace, for charity, If ever any malice in your heart Were hid against me, now to forgive me frankBuck. Sir Thomas Lovell, I as free forgive As I would be forgiven: I forgive all; [you, There cannot be those numberless offences 'Gainst me, I can't take peace with: no black envy [grace; Shall make my grave.-Commend me to his And, if he speak of Buckingham, pray, tell him, [prayers You met him half in heaven: my vows and Yet are the king's; and, till my soul forsake me, Shall cry for blessings on him: May he live Longer than I have time to tell his years! Ever belov'd, and loving, may his rule be! And, when old time shall lead him to his end Goodness and he fill up one monument!

Lov. To the water side I must conduct your

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