The cardinal's malice and his potency What his high hatred would effect, wants not 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, Where's his examination? 1 Seer. Wol. Is he in person ready? ha? Here, so please you. Ay, please your grace. 1 Secr. Wol. Well, we shall then know more; and Buckingham Shall lessen this big look. [Exe. Wolsey, and train. Buck. This butcher's curl 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 against me; and his eye revil'd Me, as his abject object: at this instant He bores2 me with some trick: He's gone to the king; (1) Wolsey was the son of a butcher. (2) Stabs. I'll follow, and out-stare him. Nor. As you would to your friend. Buck. Nor. Be advis'd; Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot That it do singe yourself: We may outrun, By violent swiftness, that which we run at, And lose by over-running. Know you not, The fire, that mounts the liquor till it run o'er, In seeming to augment it, wastes it? Be advis'd: say again, there is no English soul I 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 By your prescription:-but this top-proud fellow, Nor. as strong As shore of rock. Attend. This holy fox, vouch Only to show his pomp as well in France 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 ratified, To the old dam, treason,)-Charles the emperor, Nor. Buck. No, not a syllable; I do pronounce him in that very shape, (1) Excites. He shall appear in proof. Enter Brandon; a Serjeant at Arms before him, and two or three of the guards. Bran. Your office, serjeant; execute it. Buck. Sir, Lo you, my lord, The net has fall'n upon me; I shall perish Under device and practice. Bran. I am sorry To see you ta'en from liberty, to look on The business present: 'Tis his highness' pleasure You shall to the Tower. Buck. It will help me nothing, To plead mine innocence; for that die is on me, Which makes my whitest part black. The will of Heaven Be done in this and all things!-I obey. my lord Aberga'ny, fare you well. Bran. Nay, he must bear you company :-The king [To Abergavenny. Is pleas'd, you shall to the Tower, till you know How he determines further. Aber. As the duke said, 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 Buck. So, so; These are the limbs of the plot: no more, I hope. Bran. A monk o'the Chartreux. Buck. O, Nicholas Hopkins? (1) Unfair stratagem. Bran. He. Buck. My surveyor is false; the o'er-great cardinal Hath show'd him gold: my life is spann'd' already: I am the shadow of poor Buckingham; Whose figure even this instant cloud puts on, By dark'ning my clear sun.-My lord, farewell. [Exeunt. SCENE II.-The council-chamber. Cornets. Enter King Henry, Cardinal Wolsey, the Lords of the Council, Sir Thomas Lovell, Officers, and Assistants. The King enters, leaning on the Cardinal's shoulder. K. Hen. My life itself, and the best heart of it, Thanks you for this great care: I stood i'the level Of a full-charg'd confederacy, and give thanks To you that chok'd it.-Let be call'd before us That gentleman of Buckingham's in person I'll hear him his confessions justify; And point by point the treasons of his master He shall again relate. : The King takes his state.2 The Lords of the Council take their several places. The Cardinal places himself under the King's feet, on his right side. A noise within, crying Room for the Queen. Enter the Queen, ushered by the Dukes of Norfolk and Suffolk: she kneels. The King riseth from his state, takes her up, kisses, and placeth her by him. Q. Kath. Nay, we must longer kneel; I am a suitor. K. Hen. Arise, and take place by us :-Half your suit Never name to us; you have half our power: |