No doubt, he will requite it. This is noted, 2 Gent. All the commons Hate him perniciously, and, o'my conscience, 1 Gent. Enter BUCKINGHAM from his Arraignment; Tipstaves 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, But those, that sought it, I could wish more Christians: Yet let them look they glory not in mischief, Nor will I sue, although the king have mercies More than I dare make faults. You few that lov'd me, Go with me, like good angels, to my end; Make of your prayers one sweet sacrifice, And lift my soul to heaven.-Lead on, o'God's name. If ever any malice in your heart Were hid against me, now to forgive me frankly. There cannot be those numberless offences 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; Who first rais'd head against usurping Richard, Made my name once more noble. Now his son, Heaven has an end in all: Yet, you that hear me, Where you are liberal of your loves, and counsels, away Like water from ye, never found again But where they mean to sink ye. All good people, Farewell: 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. 1 Gent. Good angels keep it from us! Where may it be? You do not doubt my faith, sir? 2 Gent. This secret is so weighty, 'twill require A strong faith to conceal it. 1 Gent. I do not talk much. 2 Gent. Let me have it ; I am confident; You shall, sir: Did you not of late days hear A buzzing, of a separation Between the king and Katharine? Yes, but it held not; 1 Gent. 2 Gent. 1 Gent. The archbishopric of Toledo, this is purpos'd. [cruel, 2 Gent. I think, you have hit the mark: But is't not That she should feel the smart of this? The cardinal Will have his will, and she must fall. 1 Gent. We are too open here to argue this; Let's think in private more. "Tis woful. [Exeunt. SCENE II. An Antechamber in the Palace. Enter the Lord Chamberlain, reading a Letter. 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 cardinal'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. I fear, he will, indeed: Well, let him have them: He will have all, I think. Enter the Dukes of NORFOLK and SUFFOLK. Lord chamberlain. Cham. It seems, the marriage with his brother's wife Has crept too near his conscience. Suff Has crept too near another lady. No, his conscience "Tis so; This is the cardinal's doing, the king-cardinal: That blind priest, like the eldest son of fortune, true, These news are every where; every tongue speaks them, The French king's sister. Heaven will one day open Suff Nor. We had need And free us from his slavery. pray, And heartily, for our deliverance; Or this imperious man will work us all |