He fpoke, and learnedly for Life; but all
Was either pitied in him, or forgotten.

2 Gen. After all this, how did he bear himself?

1 Gen. When he was brought again to th' Bar, to hear His Knell rung out, his Judgment, he was stirr'd With fuch an Agony, he fweat extreamly, And fomething fpoke in choler, ill and hafty; But he fell to himself again, and fweetly, In all the reft, fhew'd a moft noble Patience. 2 Gen. I do not think he fears death. 1 Gen. Sure he does not,

He never was fo Womanish, the cause
He may a little grieve at.

2 Gen. Certainly,

The Cardinal is the end of this.
1 Gen. 'Tis likely,

By all conjectures: First Kildare's Attainder,
Then Deputy of Ireland, who remov'd,
Earl Surrey was fent thither, and in haste too,
Left he should help his Father.

2 Gen. That trick of State

Was a deep envious one.

1 Gen. At his return,

No doubt he will requite it; this is noted
And generally, who ever the King favours,
The Cardinal inftantly will find employment for,
And far enough from Court too.

2 Gen. All the Commons

Hate him perniciously, and O' my Conscience,
With him ten Fathom deep: This Duke as much
They love and doat on, call him Bounteous Buckingham,
The Mirror of all Courtefie.

Enter Buckingham from his Arraignment. Tipftaves before him, the Axe with the edge towards him, Halberds on each fide, accompanied with Sir Thomas Lovel, Sir Nicholas Vaux, Walter Sands, and common People, &c.

1 Gen. Stay there, Sir,

And fee the noble ruin'd Man you speak of.

2 Gen. Let's ftand close and behold him.

Buck

Buck. All good People,

You that thus far have come to pity me;

Hear what I fay, and then go home and lofe me.
I have this day receiv'd a Traitor's Judgment,
And by that name muft die; yet Heav'n bear witness,
And if I have a Confcience, let it fink me,
Even as the Axe falls, if I be not faithful.
To th' Law I bear no malice for my death,
'T has done upon the Premises, but Juftice:
But those that fought it, I could with more Chriftians:
Be what they will, I heartily forgive 'em;
Yet let 'em look they glory not in mischief,
Nor build their evils on the Graves of great Men;
For then, my guiltless Blood muft cry against 'em.
For further life in this World I ne'er hope,
Nor will I fue, 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 Heav'n.

Lead on a God's Name.

Lov. I do befeech your Grace for Charity,
If ever any malice in your Heart

Were hid against me, now to forgive me frankly.
Buck. Sir Thomas Lovell, I as free forgive you

As I would be forgiven: I forgive all.
There cannot be thofe numberless Offences
'Gainft me, that I cannot take peace with:
No black envy fhall make my Grave.
Commend me to his Grace:

And if he fpeak of Buckingham, pray tell him,
You met him half in Heav'n: My Vows and Prayers,
Yet are the King's; and 'till my Soul forfake me,
Shall cry for Bleffings 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 fhall lead him to his end,
Goodness and he fill up one Monument.

Lov. To th' Water-fide I muft conduct your Grace,
Then give my Charge up to Sir Nicholas Vaux,
Who undertakes you to your end.

Vaux. Prepare there,

The Duke is coming: See the Barge be ready,
And fit it with fuch Furniture as fuits
The greatness of his Perfon.

Buck. Nay, Sir Nicholas,

Let it alone; my State now will but mock me.
When I came hither, I was Lord High Conftable,
And Duke of Buckingham; now, poor Edward Bobun;
Yet I am richer than my bafe Accufers,

That never knew what Truth meant: I now feal it ;
And with that Blood will make 'em one Day groan for't.
My noble Father, Henry of Buckingham,
Who first rais'd head against Ufurping Richard,
Flying for fuccour to his Servant Banifter,
Being diftreft, was by that wretch betray'd,
And without Trial, fell; God's peace be with him.
Henry the Seventh fucceeding, truly pitying
My Father's lofs, like a moft Royal Prince
Reftor'd me to my Honours; and out of Ruins
Made my Name once more Noble. Now his Son,
Henry the Eighth, Life, Honour, Name, and all
That made me happy, at one ftroke has taken
For ever from the World. I had my Trial,
And muft needs fay, a Noble one; which makes me
A little happier than my wretched Father:
Yet thus far are we one in Fortune, both
Fell by our Servants, by thofe Men we lov'd most:
A most unnatural and faithless Service.

Heav'n has an end in all; yet, you that hear me,
This from a dying Man receive as certain:
Where you are liberal of your Loves and Counfels,
Be fure you be not loofe; for thofe you make Friends,
And give your Hearts to, when they once perceive
The leaft rub in your Fortunes, fall away

Like Water from ye, never found again,

But where they mean to fink ye; all good People'
Pray for me, I muft now forfake ye; the laft hour
Of my long weary Life is come upon me:

Farewel; and when you would fay fomething that is fad, Speak how I fell

I have done; and God forgive me.

[Exeunt Buckingham and Traini

1 Gen. O, this is full of pity; Sir, it calls, I fear, too many curfes on their Heads,

That were the Authors.

2 Gen. If the Duke be guiltless,

'Tis full of woe; yet I can give you inkling Of an enfuing evil, if it fall,

Greater than this.

1 Gen. Good Angels keep it from us:

What may it be? you do not doubt my Faith, Sir? 2 Gen. This Secret is fo weighty, 'twill require A ftrong faith to conceal it.

1 Gen. Let me have it;

I do not talk much.

2 Gen. I am confident;

You fhall, Sir: Did you not of late Days hear
A buzzing, of a Separation,

Between the King and Katharine ?

I Gen. Yes, but it held not;

For when the King once heard it, out of anger
He fent command to the Lord Mayor ftraight
To ftop the Rumour, and allay the Tongues
That durft difperfe it.

2 Gen. But that flander, Sir,

Is a found truth now; for it grows again

Fresher than e'er it was, and held for certain

The King will venture at it. Either the Cardinals

Or fome about him near, have, out of malice
To the good Queen, poffeft him with a fcruple
That will undo her: To confirm this too,
Cardinal Campeius is arriv'd, and lately,

As all think, for this bufinefs.

i Gen. 'Tis the Cardinal;

And heerly to revenge him on the Emperors
You: IV.

P

For not beftowing on him, at his asking,

The Arch-Bishoprick of Toledo, this is purpos'd. 2 Gen. I think

You have hit the mark; but is't not cruel,

That she should feel the fmart of this? the Cardinal
Will have his Will, and the muft fall.

1 Gen. 'Tis woful.

We are too open here to argue this:

Let's think in Private more.

M

SCENE II.

Enter Lord Chamberlain, reading a Letter.

[Exeunt.

r Lord, the Horfes your Lordship fent for, with all the care I had I saw well chofen, ridden, and furnish'd. They were young and handfome, and of the best Breed in the North. When they were ready to fet out for London, a Man of my Lord Cardinal's, by Commission and main Power took 'em from me, with this reafon: His Mafter would be ferv'd before a Subject, if not before the King, which stopp'd our Mouths, Sir.

I fear, he will indeed; well, let him have them; he will have all, I think.

Enter to the Lord Chamberlain, the Dukes of Norfolk and Suffolk.

Nor. Well met, my Lord Chamberlain.
Cham. Good day to both your Graces.
Suf. How is the King employ'd?

Cham. I left him private,

Full of fad Thoughts and Troubles.

Nor. What's the Caufe?

Cham. It feems the Marriage with his Brother's Wife,

Has crept too near his Confcience.

Suf. No, his Confcience

Has crept too near another Lady.

Nor. 'Tis fo;

This is the Cardinal's doing; the King-Cardinal:
That blind Prieft, like the eldeft Son of Fortune,

Turns what he lift. The King will know him one Day.

Sef.