Sir Gilbert Peck his chancellor; and John Court, Hopkins, that made this mischief. 2 Gen. That was he, That fed him with his prophecies ? 1 Gen. The same. All these accus'd him strongly; which he fain 30 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 Was either pitied in him, or forgotten. 2 Gen. After all this, how did he bear himself? 1 Gen. When he was brought again to the bar—to hear His knell rung out, his judgment—he was stirr'd 2 Gen. I do not think he fears death. 1 Gen. Sure, he does not, He never was so womanish; the cause He may a little grieve at. 2 Gen. Certainly, 41 The cardinal is the end of this. 1 Gen.. 'Tis likely, By all conjectures: First, Kildare's attainder, Earl Surrey was sent hither, and in haste too, 2 Gen. That trick of state Was a deep envious one. 1 Gen. At his return, No doubt, he will requite it. This is noted, 2 Gen. All the commons Hate him perniciously, and, o'iny conscience, The mirror of all courtesy ; 1 Gen. Stay there, sir, And see the noble ruin'd man you speak of. Enter BUCKINGHAM from his Arraignment (Tipstaves before him, the Axe with the Edge toward him; Halberds on each Side), accompanied with Sir THOMAS LOVEL, Sir NICHOLAS VAUX, Sir WILLIAM SANDS, and common People, &c. . 2 Gen. Let's stand close, and behold him. Buck. All good people, You that thus far have come to pity me, 70 Hear what I say, and then go home and lose me. ness, And, And, if I have a conscience, let it sink me, 'T has done, upon the premises, but justice; But those, that sought it, I could wish more Christians : Be what they will, I heartily forgive 'em: D " Yet let 'em look they glory not in mischief, Nor build their evils on the graves of great men; me, 89 You few that lov'd And dare be bold to weep for Buckingham, Go with me, like good angels, to my end; And, as the long divorce of steel falls on me, And lift my soul to heaven.-Lead on, o'God's name. Lov. I do beseech your grace, for charity, If ever any malice in your heart Were hid against me, now to forgive me frankly. There cannot be those numberless offences 100 'Gainst me, that I can't take peace with: no black envy Shall Shall make my grave.—Commend me to his grace; 110 Lov. To the water side I must conduct your grace; Then give my charge up to Sir Nicholas Vaux, Who undertakes you to your end. Vaux. Prepare there, The duke is coming: see, the barge be ready; Buch. Nay, Sir Nicholas,, Let it alone; my state now will but mock me. 120 And duke of Buckingham; now, poor Edward Bohun : Yet I am richer than my base accusers, That never knew what truth meant: I now seal it; And with that blood, will make 'em one day groan for't. My noble father, Henry of Buckingham, Who first rais'd head against usurping Richard, And without trial fell; God's peace be with him! Henry Henry the seventh succeeding, truly pitying 130 And, must needs say, a noble one; which makes me Fell by our servants, by those men we lov'd most; 141 Heaven has an end in all: Yet, you that hear me, And give your hearts to, when they once perceive Like water from ye, never found again All good people, Pray for me! I must now forsake you; the last hour Of my long weary life is come upon me. Farewel : 151 And when you would say something that is sad, Speak how I fell.—I have done; and God forgive me! [Exeunt BUCKINGHAM, and Train. 1 Gen. O, this is full of pity !--Sir, it calls, I fear, too many curses on thți, Leads, That were the authors. |