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And, if he speak of Buckingham, pray, tell him,
Lov. To the water side I must conduct your grace; Then give my charge up to sir Nicholas Vaux, Who undertakes
Prepare there, The duke is coming: see, the barge be ready; And fit it with such furniture, as suits The greatness of his person. Buch.
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
no more than to make the Duke say, No action expressive of malice shall conclude my life. The sense will then be, (whether quaintly or poetically expressed, let the reader determine) no malicious action shall close my grave, i. e. attend the conclusion of my existence, or terminate my life; the last action of it shall not be uncharitable. STEEVENS.
Restor'd me to my honours, and, out of ruins,
me! [Exeunt BUCKINGHAM and Train. i Gent. O, 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,
1 Gent. Good angels keep it from 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.
9-strong faith-) Is great fidelity, VOL. VII.
Let me have it;
I am confident:
Yes, but it held not:
But that slander, sir, Is found a truth now: for it grows again Fresher than e'er it was; and held for certain, The king will venture at it. Either the cardinal, Or some about him near, have, out of malice To the good queen, possess'd him with a scruple That will undo her: To confirm this too, Cardinal Campeius is arriv'd, and lately; As all think, for this business. 1 Gent.
'Tis the cardinal; And merely to revenge him on the emperor, For not bestowing on him, at bis asking, The archbishoprick of Toledo, this is purpos'd. 2 Gent. I think, you have hit the mark: But is't
not cruel, That she should feel the smart of this? The cardinal Will have his will, and she must fall. i Gent.
'Tis woful. We are too open here to argue this; Let's think in private more.
An Ante-chamber in the Palace.
Enter the Lord Chamberlain, reading a Letter.
Cham. My lord,—The horses your lordship sent for, with all the care I had, I saw well chosen, ridden and furnished. They were young,
They were young, and handsome; and of the best breed in the north. When they were ready to set out for London, a man of my lord cardinals, by commission, and main power, took 'em from me; with this reason,-His master would be served before a subject, if not before the king; which stopped our mouths, sir. I fear, he will, indeed: Well, let him have them: He will have all, I think.
Enter the Dukes of NORFOLK and SupFOLK.
Well met, my good
Good day to both your graces.
I left him private, Full of sad thoughts and troubles. Nor.
What's the cause? Cham. It seems, the marriage with his brother's
wife Has crept too near his conscience. Suf.
No, his conscience Has crept too near another lady.
Nor. This is the cardinal's doing, the king-cardinal: That blind priest, like the eldest son of fortune, Turns what he lists. The king will know him one day.
Suf. Pray God, he do! he'll never know himself
else. Nor. How holily he works in all his business! And with what zeal! For, now he has crack'd the
league Between us and the emperor, the queen’s great
nephew, He dives into the king's soul; and there scatters Dangers, doubts, wringing of the conscience, Fears, and despairs, and all these for his marriage: And, out of all these to restore the king, He counsels a divorce: a loss of her, That, like a jewel, has hung twenty years About his neck, yet never lost her lustre; Of her, that loves him with that excellence That angels love good men with; even of her That, when the greatest stroke of fortune falls, Will bless the king: And is not this course pious? Cham. Heaven keep me from such counsel! 'Tis
most true, These news are every where; every tongue speaks
them, And every true heart weeps for’t: All, that dare Look into these affairs, see this main end, The French king's sister. Heaven will one day open The king's eyes, that so long have slept upon This bold bad man. Suf.
And free us from his slavery. Nor. We had need pray, And heartily, for our deliverance; Or this imperious man will work us all From princes into pages: all men's honours Lie in one lump before him, to be fashion'd Into what pitch he please.'
| Into what pitch he please.] The mass must be fashioned into pitch or height, as well as into particular form. The meaning is, that the Cardinal can, as he pleases, make high or low.