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Till now I never knew thee.
[Musick. Dance. Wol. My lord, Cham.
Your grace? Wol. Pray, tell them thus much from me: There should be one amongst them, by his person, More worthy this place than myself; to whom, If I but knew him, with my love and duty I would surrender it. Cham.
I will, my lord. [CHAM. goes to the Company, and returns. Wol. What say they? Cham.
Such a one, they all confess, There is, indeed; which they would have your grace Find out, and he will take it." Wol.
Let me see then.
[Comes from his State. By all your good leaves, gentlemen ;-Here I'll make My royal choice. K. Hen. You have found him, cardinal :
I am glad,
My lord chamberlain,
len's daughter, The viscount Rochford, one of her highness' wo
K Hen. By heaven, she is a dainty one. -Sweet
heart, I were unmannerly, to take you out,
take it.] That is, take the chief place. 6 — unhappily,] That is, unluckily, mischievously.
And not to kiss you.”—A health, gentlemen,
Wol. Sir Thomas Lovell, is the banquet ready
Yes, my lord.
K. Hen. I fear, too much.
There's fresher air, my lord,
partner, I must not yet forsake you:-Let's be merry;Good my lord cardinal, I have half a dozen healths To drink to these fair ladies, and a measure To lead them once again; and then let's dream Who's best in favour. Let the musick knock it.
[Exeunt, with Trumpets.
SCENE 1. A Street.
Enter Two Gentlemen, meeting. i 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.
] Gent. That labour, sir. All's now done, but the ceremony Of bringing back the prisoner.
I'll save you
? I were unmannerly, to take you out
And not to kiss you.] A kiss was anciently th established fee of a lady's partner.
2 Gent. Were you there? i Gent. Yes, indeed, was I. 2 Gent. Pray, speak, what has happen'd? I Gent. You may guess quickly what. 2 Gent.
Ís he found guilty? i 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?
i 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 Many sharp reasons to defeat the law. The king's attorney, on the contrary, Urg'd on the examinations, proofs, confessions Of divers witnesses; which the duke desir'd To him brought, vivá voce, to his face: At which appear'd against him, his surveyor; Sir Gilbert Peck his chancellor; and John Court, Confessor to him; with that devil-monk, Hopkins, that made this mischief. 2 Gent.
That was he, That fed him with his prophecies? I Gent.
The same. 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 him, or forgotten. 2 Gent. After all this, how did he bear him
self? i Gent. When he was brought again to the bar,
to hear His knell rung out; his judgment,-- he was stirr'd With such an agony, he sweat extremely,
Areching poke in coler, ill, and hasty :
Sure, he does not,
"Tis likely, Hi all wentues: First, Kiklare's attainder, These depuler Terland; who removd, Na Sutras sent thither, and in haste too, In he should help his father. fred
That trick of state Was a deep envious one. i Gent.
At his return,
All the commons Hate him perniciously, and, o'my conscience, Wish him ten fathom deep: this duke as much They love and dote on; call him, bounteous Buck
ingham, The mirror of all courtesy: 1 Gent.
Stay there, sir, And see the noble ruin'd man you speak of.
Enter BUCKINGHAM from his Arraignment; Tip
staves 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,
tians: 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 loy'd
me, And dare be bold to weep for Buckingham, His noble friends, and fellows, whom to leave Is only bitter to him, only 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, And lift my soul to heaven.-Lead on, o'God's
Lov. I do beseech your grace, for charity,
Buck. Sir Thomas Lovell, I as free forgive you,
no black enty Shall make my grave.] Shakspeare, by this expression, meant