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SC E N E III.
Enter Brandon, a Serjeant at Arms before him, and two

or three of the guard.
Bran. Your office, Serjeant; execute it.

Serj. Sir,
My Lord the Duke of Buckingham, and Earl
of Hertford, Stafford, and Northampton, I
Arrest thee of high treason, in the name
Of our most Sov’reign King.

Buck. Lo you, my Lord,
The net has fall’n upon me; I shall perish
Under device and practice.

Brand. I am sorry
To see you ta’en from liberty, to look on
The business present. 'Tis his Highness’:pleasure
You shall to th' Tower.

Buck. It will help me nothing
To plead mine innocence; for that dye is on me
Which makes my whit’lt part black. The will of heav'n
Be done in this and all things! I obey.
O my Lord Aberga'nny, fare ye well.

Bran. Nay, he must bear you company. The King.
Is pleas'd you shall to th’ Tower, till you know
How he determines further.

Aber. As the Duke faid,
The will of heav'n be done, and the King's pleasure
By me obey'd !

Bran. Here is a warrant from
The King, t'attach Lord Montague, and the bodies
Of the Duke's confessor, John de la Court,
And Gilbert Peck, his chancellor.

Buck. So, fo;
There are the limbs o'th' plot. . No more, I hope ?

Bran A monk o'th' Chartreux,
Buck, Nicholas Hopkins ?
Bran. He.

Buck. My surveyor is false, the o'er-great Cardinal
Hath thew'd him gold; my life is spann'd already.
I am the fhador of poor Buckingham,
Wbose figure ev’n this iostant cloud puts on,
By dark’ning my clear fun. My Lord, farewel. [Exc.
VOL, V.

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SCENE IV. Changes to the council-chamber. Cornet. Enter King Henry, leaning on the Cardinal's

joulder ; the nobles, and Sir Thomas Lovell ; the car. dinal places himself under the King's

feet on his right side.
King. My life itself, and the best heart of it,
Thanks

you for this great care : I stood i'th' level
Of a full charg'd confed'racy, and give thanks
To you that chok'd it. Let be cali'd before us
That gentleman of Buckingham's in person ;
I'll hear him his confeflions justify,
And point by point the treasons of his master
He shall again relate.
A noise within, crying, Room for the Queen, Enter the

Queen usher'd by the Dukes of Norfolk and Suffolk :
She kneels. The King riseth from his fate, takes her
up, kises, and placeth her by him.
Queen. Nay, we must longer kneel ; I am a fuitor,

King. Arise, and take your place by us; half your
Never name to us; you have half our power: [suit
The other moiety ere you atk, is given;
Repeat your will, and take it.

Queen. Thank your Majesty.
That you would love yourself, and in that love
Not unconsider'd leave your honour, nor
The dignity of your office, is the point
Of my petition,

King. Lady mine, proceed.

Queen. I am solicited not by a few,
And those of true condition, that your subjects
Are in great grievance. There have been commiflions
Sent down among 'em, which have fiaw'd the heart
Of all their loyalties; wherein although, [To Wolsey.
My good Lord Cardinal, they vent reproaches
Most bitterly on you, as putter on
Of these cractions; yet the King our master
(Whofe honour Heav'n fhield from foil) ev'n he 'scapes
Language unmannerly; yea fuch which breaks [not
The sides of loyalty, ard almost appears
In loud rebellion.

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Nor. Not almost appears,
It doth appear; for, upon these taxations,
The clothiers all, not able to maintain
The many to them ’longing, have put off
The spinsters, carders, fullers, weavers ; who,
Unfit for other life, compellid by hunger
And lack of other means, in desp'rate manner
Daring th’ event to th' teeth, are all in uproar,
And danger serves among them.

King. How ! taxation?
Wherein ? and what taxation ? My Lord Cardinal,
You, that are blam'd for it alike with us,
Know you of this taxation ?

Wol Please you, Sir,
I know but of a single part in aught
Pertains to th' state, and front but in that file
Where others tell steps with me.

Queen. No, my Lord,
You know no more than others : but you frame
Things that are known alike *, which are not whol.

fome To those which would not know them, and get must Perforce be their acquaintance. These exactions (Whereof my Sov'reign would have note) they are Most peftilent to th’ hearing; and to bear 'em, The back is sacrifice to th' load ; they say They are devis'd by you, or else

you

suffer Too hard an exclamation.

King. Still, exaction!
The nature of it, in what kind let's know
Is this exaction ?

Queen. I am much too vent'rous
la tempting of your patience, but am bolden'd
Under your promis'd pardon. The subje&ts' grief
Comes thro' commillions, which compel from cach
The sixth part of his substance, to be levy'd
Without delay; and the pretence for this
Is nam'd your wars in France. This makes bold mouths,
Tongues spit their duties out, and cold hearts frecze
Allegiance in them; all their curses now
Live where their pray’rs did ; and 'tis come to pass,
* alike, for equaing to all.

That tractable obedience is a fave
To each incensed will. I would your Highness
Would give it quick consideration, for
There is no primer business.

King. By my life,
This is against our pleasure.

Wol. And for me,
I have no further gone in this, than by
A single voice; and that not past me, but
By learned approbation of the judges,
If I'm traduc'd by tongues, which neither knoir
My faculties, nor person, yet will be
The chronicles of my doing ; let me say,
'Tis but the fate of place, and the rough brake
That virtue must go through : we must not Aint
Our necessary actions, in the fear
To cope

malicious censurers; which ever,
As rav’nous fishes, do a vessel follow
That is new trimm'd, but benefit no further
Than vainly longing. What we oft do beft,
By lick * interpreters, or weak ones, is
Not ours, or not allowed ; what worst, as oft
Hitting a grosser quality, is cry'd up
For our belt act: if we stand till, in fear
Our motion will be mock'd or carped at,
We should take root here where we fit,
Or fit state-statues only.

King. Things done well,
And with a care, exempt themselves from fear;
Things done without example, in their iffue
Are to be fear'd. Have you a precedent
Of this commiffion? 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 ev'ry tree, lop t, bark, and part o'th' timber:
And though we leave it with a root thus hack'd,
The air will drink the fap. To ev'ry county,
Where this is quellion'd, send our letters, with
Free pardon to each man that has deny'd
The force of this commiffion : pray look to't;

* fuck, for prejudiced.
+ Lop is a subliantive, and signifies the branches.

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I 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 commons
Hardly conceive of me, let it be nois'd,
That, through our intercellion, this revokement
And pardon comes; I shall anon advise you
Further in the proceeding.

[Exit Secretary.;
SCENE V. Enter Surveyor.
Queen. I'm sorry that the Duke of Buckingham
Is run in your displeasure.

King. It grieves many.
The gentleman is learn'd, a most rare speaker,
To nature none more bound; his training such,
That he may furnilh and instruct great teachers,
And never seek for aid out of himself.
Yet fee when noble benefits * shall prove
Not well disposid t, the mind growo once corrupt,
They turn to vicious forms t. ten times more ugly
Than ever they were fair. This map so 'complilh'd,
Who was inroll'd 'mongst wonders, and when we,
Almost with list’ning ravilh'd, 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
As if besmear'd in helt. Sit, you shall hear
(This was his gentleman in trust) of him
Things to strike honour fad. Bid bim recount
The fore-recited practices, whereof
We cannot feel too little, hear too much.

Wol. Stand forth, and with bold spirit relate, what
Most like a careful subject, have collected [you,
Out of the Duke of Buckingham.

King. Speak freely.

Suru. Firit, it was usual with him, ev'ry day
It would infe&t bis speech, that if the King
Should without issue die, he'd carry it so
To make the sceptre his. These very words

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benefits, for accomplishments:
+ dispos’d, for placed, situute.

forms, for habits; which he afterwards calls monstrous habits,

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