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Our necessary actions, in the fear

To cope malicious censurers; which ever,
As ravenous fishes, do a vessel follow
That is new trimm'd; but benefit no further
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.

Things done well,

K. Hen. 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? A trembling contribution! Why, we take, From every tree, lop, bark, and part o' the timber; And though we leave it with a root, thus hack'd, The air will drink the sap. To every county, 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; 1 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

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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 cómplete,
Who was enroll'd 'mongst wonders, and when we,
Almost with ravish'd listening, 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

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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?
Surv. Not long before your highness sped to France,
The duke being at the Rose 3, 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
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. Kath.
If I know you well,
You were the duke's surveyor, and lost your office
On the complaint o'the tenants: Take good heed,
You charge not in your spleen a noble person,
And spoil your nobler soul! I say, take heed;
Yes, heartily beseech you.

K. Hen. Go forward. Surv.

Let him on:

On my soul, I'll speak but truth. I 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

As if besmear'd in hell. Sit by us: you shall hear It forg'd him some design, which, being believ'd,

(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.

It was much like to do: He answer'd, Tush! It can do me no damage: adding further, That, had the king in his last sickness fail'd, The cardinal's and sir Thomas Lovell's heads

Wol. Stand forth; and with bold spirit relate what Should have gone off.

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Ha! what, so rank? Ah, ha! There's mischief in this man :- Canst thou say

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, Now Merchant Taylors' School,

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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, if 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.

5

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?

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(For so run the conditions,) leave these remnants
Or 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,
Short blister'd breeches, and those types of travel,
And understand again like honest men;

Or pack to their old playfellows: there, I take it,
They may, cum privilegio7, wear away
The lag end of their wildness, and be laugh'd at.
Sands. 'Tis time to give them physick, their diseases
Are grown so catching.

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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 wherewithal; in him,

Sparing would show a worse sin than ill doctrine:
Men of his way should be most liberal,
They are set here for examples.
Cham.
True, they are so;
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.

SCENE IV..

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I am your lordship's. [Exeunt.

The Presence-Chamber in York

Place.

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 To fair content, and you: none here, he hopes, In all this noble bevy 8, has brought with her One care abroad; he would have all as merry * Company

7 With authority.

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SCENE I. A Street.

Enter two Gentlemen, meeting.

1 Gent. Whither away so fast? 2 Gent.

'Tis likely,

That trick of state

By all conjectures: First, Kildare's attainder, Then deputy of Ireland; who remov'd, Earl Surrey was sent thither, and in haste too, 0, -save you, sir, Lest he should help his father. Even to the hall, to hear what shall become Of the great duke of Buckingham. 1 Gent. I'll save you That labour, sir. All's now done, but the ceremony 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.

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2 Gent.
Was a deep envious one.

This is noted,

1 Gent.
At his return,
No doubt, he will requite it.
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 Buck-
ingham,
The mirror of all courtesy ;
1 Gent.

Stay there, sir,

1 Gent. I'll tell you in a little. The great duke And see the noble ruin'd man you speak of

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And so his peers, upon this evidence
Have found him guilty of high treason.
He spoke, and learnedly, for life: but all
Was either pitied in him, or forgotten.

Much

Enter BUCKINGHAM from his Arraignment; Tip-
staves before him, the Axe with the Edge towards
him; Halberds 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,
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,
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 Chris-
tians:

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 men ; For then my guiltless blood must cry against them. For further life in this world I ne'er hope, Nor will I sue, although the king have mercies His knell rung out, his judgment, — he was stirr'd More than I dare make faults. You few that lov'd

2 Gent. After all this, how did he bear himself?
1 Gent. When he was brought again to the bar,
to hear

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.

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;
Sure, he does not, 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

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

2 Gent.

Certainly,

The cardinal is the end of this.

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Lov. I do beseech 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 those numberless offences
'Gainst me, I can't take peace with: no black envy
Shall make my grave. - Commend me to his grace;
And, if he speak of Buckingham, pray, tell him,
You met him half in heaven: my vows and prayers
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 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 such furniture, as suits

The greatness of his person.

Buck.

Nay, sir Nicholas,

Let it alone; my state now will but mock me. When I came hither, I was lord high constable, And duke of Buckingham; now, poor Edward Bohun :

Yet I am richer than my base accusers,

That never knew what truth meant: I now seal it; And with that blood will make them one day groan

for't.

My noble father, Henry of Buckingham,
Who first rais'd head against usurping Richard,
Flying for succour to his servant Banister,
Being distress'd, was by that wretch betray'd,
And without trial fell; God's peace be with him!
Henry the Seventh succeeding, truly pitying
My father's loss, like a most royal prince,
Restor'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 stroke has taken
For ever from the world. I had my trial,
And, must needs say,
a noble one; which makes me
A little happier than my wretched father:
Yet thus far we are one in fortunes:
Fell by our servants, by those men we lov'd most;
A most unnatural and faithless service!
Heaven 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 counsels,
Be sure, you be not loose; for those you make friends,
And give your hearts to, when they once perceive
The least rub in your fortunes, fall away
Like water from ye, never found again
But where they mean to sink ye. All good people,
Pray for me! I must now forsake ye; the last hour
Of my long weary life is come upon me.
Farewell:

- Both

-

And when you would say something that is sad, Speak how I fell. I have done; and God forgive me! [Exeunt BUCKINGHAM and Train. 1 Gent. O, this is full of pity! — Sir, it calls, I fear, too many curses on their heads, That were the authors.

2 Gent.

If the duke be guiltless, Tis full of woe: yet I can give you inkling Of an ensuing evil, if it fall,

Greater than this.

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Yes, but it held not; For when the king once heard it, out of anger He sent command to the lord mayor straight To stop the rumour, and allay those tongues That durst disperse it.

2 Gent.

But that slander, sir, Is found a truth now: for it grows again Fresher than e'er it was; and held for certain, The king will venture at it. Either the cardinal, Or some about him near, have, out of malice To the good queen, possess'd him with a scruple That will undo her: To confirm this too, Cardinal Campeius is arriv'd, and lately; As all think, for this business.

1 Gent. 'Tis the cardinal; And merely to revenge him on the emperor, For not bestowing on him, at his asking, The archbishoprick of Toledo, this is purpos'd. 2 Gent. I think, you have hit the mark: but is't not cruel,

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SCENE II. An Ante-chamber in the Palace. Enter the Lord Chamberlain, reading a Leller. Cham. My lord, The horses your lordship sent for, with all the care I had, I saw well chosen, ridden, and furnished. They were young, and handsome; and of the best breed in the north. When they were ready to set out for London, a man of my lord curdinal's, by commission, and main power, took 'em from me; with this reason, His master would be served before a subject, if not before the king; which stopped our mouths, sir.

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