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And, if he speak of Buckingham, pray, tell him,
You met him half in heaven: my vows and prayers
Yet are the king's; and, till my soul forsake me,
Shall cry for blessings on him: May he live
Longer than I have time to tell his years!
Ever belov’d, and loving, may his rule be!
And, when old time shall lead him to his end,
Goodness and he fill up one monuinent;

Lov. To the water side I must conduct your grace; Then give my charge up to sir Nicholas Vaux, Who undertakes



end. Vaux.

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

Yet I am richer than my base accusers,
That never knew what truth meant: I now seal it;
And with that blood will make them one day groan

My noble father, Henry of Buckingham,
Who first rais'd head against usurping Richard,
Flying for succour to his servant Banister,
Being distress’d, was by that wretch betray'd,
And without trial fell; God's peace be with him!
Henry the seventh succeeding, truly pitying
My father's loss, like a most royal prince,

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,
Made my name once more noble. Now his son,
Henry the eighth, life, honour, name, and all
That made me happy, at one stroke has taken
For ever from the world. I had my trial,
And, must needs say, a noble one; which makes me
A little happier than my wretched father:
Yet thus far we are one in fortunes, Both
Fell by our servants, by those men we lov’d most;
A most unnatural and faithless service!
Heaven has an end in all: Yet, you that hear me,
This from a dying man receive as certain :
Where you are liberal of your loves, and counsels, ,
Be sure, you be not loose; for those you make friends,
And give your hearts to, when they once perceive
The least rub in your fortunes, fall away
Like water from ye, never found again
But where they mean to sink ye. All good people,
Pray for me! I must now forsake ye; the last hour
Of my long weary life is come upon me.
And when you would say something that is sad,
Speak how I fell.—I have done; and God forgive

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,
'Tis full of woe: yet I can give you inkling
Of an ensuing evil, if it fali,
Greater than this.

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.


1 Gent.

Let me have it;
I do not talk much.
2 Gent.

I am confident:
You shall, sir: Did you not of late days hear
A buzzing, of a separation
Between the king and Katharine?
1 Gent.

Yes, but it held not:
For when the king once heard it, out of anger
He sent command to the lord mayor, straight
To stop the rumour, and allay those tongues
That durst disperse it.
2 Gent.

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
Lord Chamberlain.

Good day to both your graces.
Suf. How is the king employ’d?

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.

'Tis so;

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.

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