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SCENE 1. A Street.
Enter two Gentlemen, meeting. 1 Gent. Whither away so fast? 2 Gent.
0, God save you! 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 happened? 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. 1 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
That was he,
The saine. All these accus'd him strongly; which he fain Would have flung from him, but, indeed, he could not : And so his peers, upon this evidence, Have found him guilty of high treason. Much He spoke, and learnedly, for life: but all Was either pitied in bim, or forgotten.
2 Gent. After all this, how did he bear himself?
1 Gent. When he was broughtagain to the bar,--to hear His knell rang out, his judgment, he was stirr'd 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.
si 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,
All the commons
.. Stay there, sir, And see the noble ruin'd man you speak of. 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 this 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 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 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 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, oply 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,
Lov. I do beseech your grace, for charity,
Buck. Sir Thomas Lovell, I as free forgive you,
Lov. To the water side I must conduct your grace;
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 vow seal it; And with that blood will make them one day groan fort. 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,
This from a dying man receive as certain :
[Exeunt Buckingham and Train. 1 Gent. 0, 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 froin 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.
Let me have it;
I am confident ;