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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.

As the duke said,

The will of heaven be done, and the king's pleasure
By me obey'd!

Here is a warrant from

The king to attach Lord Montacute; and the bodies
Of the duke's confessor, John de la Car,

One Gilbert Peck, his chancellor,

So, so;


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

Bran. A monk o' the Chartreux.


O, Nicholas Hopkins?


Buck. My surveyor is false; the o'er-great cardinal
Hath show'd him gold; my life is spann'd already:
I am the shadow of poor Buckingham,
Whose figure even this instant cloud puts on,
By darkening my clear sun. My lord, farewell.


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Enter King Henry, leaning on the Cardinal's shoulder; the Nobles, and Sir Thomas Lovell: the Cardinal places himself under the King's feet on his right side.

King. My life itself, and the best heart of it,

Thanks you for this great care: I stood i' the



Of a full-charged confederacy, and give thanks
that choked it. Let be call'd before us
That gentleman of Buckingham's; in person
I'll hear him his confessions justify;

And point by point the treasons of his master
He shall again relate.

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A noise within, crying Room for the Queen!' Enter Queen Katharine, ushered by the Duke of Norfolk, and the Duke of Suffolk: she kneels. The King riseth from his state, takes her up, kisses and placeth her by


Q. Kath. Nay, we must longer kneel: I am a suitor.
King. Arise, and take place by us: half your suit

Never name to us; you have half our power:


The other moiety ere you ask is given;
Repeat your will and take it.

Q. Kath.


Thank your majesty.

That you would love yourself, and in that love
Not unconsider'd leave your honour nor

The dignity of your office, is the point
Of my petition.

Lady mine, proceed.
Q. Kath. I am solicited, not by a few,


And those of true condition, that your subjects
Are in great grievance: there have been commissions
Sent down among 'em, which hath flaw'd the heart 21
Of all their loyalties: wherein although,

My good lord cardinal, they vent reproaches
Most bitterly on you as putter on

Of these exactions, yet the king our master-
Whose honour heaven shield from soil!-even he
escapes not

Language unmannerly, yea, such which breaks
The sides of loyalty, and almost appears

In loud rebellion.

Not almost appears;

It doth appear; for, upon these taxations,
The clothiers all, not able to maintain
The many to them 'longing, have put off




The spinsters, carders, fullers, weavers, who,
Unfit for other life, compell'd by hunger
And lack of other means, in desperate manner
Daring the event to the teeth, are all in uproar,
And danger serves among them.


Wherein? and what taxation? My lord cardinal,
You that are blamed for it alike with us,

Know you of this taxation?

Please you, sir,


I know but of a single part in aught
Pertains to the state, and front but in that file
Where others tell steps with me.

Q. Kath.

No, my lord,
You know no more than others: but you frame
Things that are known alike, which are not whole-


To those which would not know them, and yet must
Perforce be their acquaintance. These exactions,
Whereof my sovereign would have note, they are
Most pestilent to the hearing; and, to bear 'em,
The back is sacrifice to the load. They say
They are devised by you; or else
Too hard an exclamation.





Still exaction!

The nature of it? in what kind, let's know,

Is this exaction?

Q. Kath.



I am much too venturous

In tempting of your patience, but am bolden'd
Under your promised pardon. The subjects' grief
Comes through commissions, which compel from


The sixth part of his substance, to be levied
Without delay; and the pretence for this..

Is named your wars in France: this makes bold


Tongues spit their duties out, and cold hearts freeze
Allegiance in them; their curses now

Live where their prayers did; and it's come to pass,
This tractable obedience is a slave

To each incensed will. I would your highness
Would give it quick consideration, for

There is no primer business.

This is against our pleasure.

By my life,

And for me,

I have no further gone in this than by

A single voice, and that not pass'd me but

By learned approbation of the judges. If I am


Traduced by ignorant tongues, which neither know

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