That he's revengeful; and I know, his sword 131 You'll find it wholesome. Lo, where comes that rock, That I advise your shunning. Enter Cardinal WOLSEY, the Purse borne before him, certain of the Guard, and two Secretaries 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 surveyor? ha! Secr. Here, so please you. Secr. Ay, please your grace. Wol. Well, we shall then know more; and Buck ingham Shall lessen this big look. 140 [Exeunt Cardinal, and his Train. Buck. This butcher's cur is venom-mouth'd, and I Have not the power to muzzle him; therefore, best Not wake him in his slumber. A beggar's book Out-worths a noble's blood. Nor. What, are you chaf'd? Ask God for temperance; that's the appliance only, Which your disease requires. Buck. I read in his looks Matter Matter against me; and his eye revil'd Me, as his abject object: at this instant 150 He bores me with some trick: He's gone to the king; I'll follow, and out-stare him. Nor. Stay, my lord, And let your reason with your choler question 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 so hot I say again, there is no English soul More stronger to direct you than yourself; If with the sap of reason you would quench, Buck. Sir, I am thankful to you; and I'll go along 160 170 By By your prescription :-but this top-proud fellow, (Whom from the flow of gall I name not, but From sincere motions) by intelligence, 180 And proofs as clear as founts in July, when Nor. Say not, treasonous. Buck. To the king I'll say't, and make my vouch as strong As shore of rock. Attend. This holy fox, 192 That swallow'd so much treasure, and like a glass Did break i' the rinsing. Nor. 'Faith, and so it did. Buck. Pray, give me favour, sir. This cunning cardinal The articles o' the combination drew, As himself pleas'd; and they were ratify'd, 200 As he cry'd, Thus let be: to as much end, As give a crutch to the dead: But our court cardinal Has done this, and 'tis well; for worthy Wolsey, Under 210 Under pretence to see the queen his aunt 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. Enter BRANDON; a Serjeant at Arms before him, and two or three of the Guard. Bran. Your office, serjeant; execute it. 230 Arrest Arrest thee of high treason, in the name The net has fallen upon me; I shall perish Under device and practice. Bran. I am sorry To see you ta'en from liberty, to look on 240 The business present: 'Tis his highness' pleasure, You shall to the Tower. Buck. It will help me nothing To plead mine innocence; for that dye is on me, Which makes my whitest part black. The will of heaven Be done in this and all things!—I obey. O my lord Aberga'ny, fare you well. Bran. Nay, he must bear you company :-The king [To ABERG. Is pleas'd, you shall to the Tower, 'till you know How he determines further. Aber. As the duke said, 250 The will of heaven be done, and the king's pleasure By me obey'd. Bran. Here is a warrant from The king, to attach lord Montacute; and the bodies Of the duke's confessor, John de la Court, One Gilbert Peck, his chancellor Buck. So, so; These are the limbs of the plot: No more, I hope. Bran. A monk o'the Chartreux. Buck, O, Nicholas Hopkins? 260 Bran. |