This Ipswich fellow's insolence, or proclaim There's difference in no persons.

Nor.

Be advised; Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot That it do singe yourself: we may outrun, By violent swiftness, that which we run at,

And lose by over-running. Know you not, The fire that mounts the liquor till 't run

o'er

In seeming to augment it wastes it? Be advised:

I say again, there is no English soul

More stronger to direct you than yourself,
If with the sap of reason you would quench,
Or but allay, the fire of passion.

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
We see each grain of gravel, I do know
To be corrupt and treasonous.

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,
Or wolf, or both-for he is equal ravenous
As he is subtle, and as prone to mischief
As able to perform 't; his mind and place
Infecting one another, yea, reciprocally—
Only to show his pomp as well in France
As here at home, suggests the king our

master

To this last costly treaty, the interview, That swallow'd so much treasure, and like

a glass

Did break i' the rinsing.

Nor.

Faith, and so it did.

Buck. Pray, give me favour, sir. This cunning cardinal

The articles o' the combination drew

As himself pleased; 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

Has done this, and 'tis well; for worthy
Wolsey,

Who cannot err, he did it. Now this follows

Which, as I take it, is a kind of puppy
To the old dam, treason-Charles the em-

peror,

Under pretence to see the queen his aunt-
For 'twas indeed his colour, but he came
To whisper Wolsey-here makes visitation :
His fears were that the interview betwixt
England and France might through their
amity

Breed him some prejudice; for from this league

Peep'd harms that menaced him: he privily Deals with our cardinal; and, as I trow

Which I do well, for I am sure the emperor Paid ere he promised; whereby his suit was granted

Ere it was ask'd-but when the way was made

And paved with gold, the emperor thus desired,

That he would please to alter the king's course,

And break the foresaid peace. Let the king

know,

As soon he shall by me, that thus the cardinal

Does buy and sell his honour as he pleases, And for his own advantage.

Nor.

I am sorry

To hear this of him, and could wish he were Something mistaken in 't.

Buck.

No, not a syllable:

I do pronounce him in that very shape
He shall appear in proof.

Enter BRANDON, a Sergeant at arms before him, and two or three of the Guard.

Bran. Your office, sergeant; execute it. Serg. Sir, My lord the Duke of Buckingham, and Earl Of Hereford, Stafford, and Northampton, I Arrest thee of high treason, in the name Of our most sovereign king.

Buck.

Lo you, my lord,

The net has fall'n upon me! I shall perish Under device and practice.

Bran.

I am sorry

To see you ta'en from liberty, to look on

The business present: 'tis his highness' pleasure

You shall to the Tower.

Buck.

It will help me nothing

To plead mine innocence; for that dye 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 Abergavenny, fare you well!
Bran. Nay, he must bear you company.
[to Abergavenny.

The king

Is pleased 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

Of the duke's confessor, John de la Car,
One Gilbert Peck, his chancellor,—

Buck.

So, so;

These are the limbs o' the plot: no more, I

hope.

Bran. A monk o' the Chartreux.