Nor. 'Like it your grace, The state takes notice of the private difference Together: to consider further, that What his high hatred would effect, wants not Thither he darts it. Bosom up my counsel, 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? Where's his examination? 1 Secr. Here, so please you. Wol. Is he in person ready? 1 Secr. Ay, please your grace. Wol. Well, we shall then know more; and Buck ingham Shall lessen this big look. [Exeunt Wolsey, and 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 nobie's blood. Nor. What, are you chaf'd? * Wolsey was the son of a butcher. 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 objeet: at this instant He bores me with some trick: He's gone to the king; Nor. As you would to your friend. Buck. I'll to the king; And from a mouth of honour quite cry down Nor. More stronger to direct you than yourself; Buck. Sir, I am thankful to you; and I'll go along By your prescription:-but this top proud fellow, (Whom from the flow of gall I name not, but From sincere motions), by intelligence, And proofs as clear as founts in July, when *Stabs. 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, That swallow'd so much treasure, and like a glass 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, As he cried, Thus let be: to as much end, As give a crutch to the dead: But our count-cardinal To the old dam, treason),-Charles the emperor, • Excites. (As soon he shall by me), that thus the cardinal 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, 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 Bran. I am sorry To see you ta'en from liberty, to look on The business present: 'Tis his highness' pleasure 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. O my lord Aberga'ny, fare you well. king Bran. Nay, he must bear you company:-The [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. *Unfair stratagem. Bran. Here is a warrant from The king, to attach lord Montacute; and the bodies Buck. So, so; Tirese are the limbs of the plot: no more, I hope. Bran. A monk o' the Chartreux. Buck. Bran. O, Nicholas Hopkins? He. Buck. My surveyor is false; the o'er-great car dinal Hath show'd him gold: my life is spann'd already: Whose figure even this instant cloud puts on, [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, And point by point the treasons of his master Measured. |