To have brought, viva voce, to his face : At which appear'd against him his surveyor; Sir Gilbert Peck, his chancellor; and John Court, Confessor to him; with that devil-monk, Hopkins, that made this mischief. 2 Gen. That fed him with his prophecies ? 1 Gen. That was he, The same. All these accused him strongly; which he fain Would have flung from him, but, indeed, he could not: And so his peers, upon this evidence, Much 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 With such an agony, he sweat extremely, And something spoke in choler, ill and hasty: But he fell to himself again, and, sweetly, In all the rest, show'd a most noble patience. 2 Gen. I do not think, he fears death. 1 Gen. Sure, he does not; He never was so womanish: the cause 1 Either produced no effect, or only ineffectual pity. The cardinal is the end of this. 1 Gen. 'Tis likely, By all conjectures: first, Kildare's attainder, Earl Surrey was sent thither, and in haste too, Lest he should help his father. 2 Gen. Was a deep envious one. 1 Gen. That trick of state At his return, No doubt, he will requite it. This is noted, And far enough from court too. All the commons 2 Gen. Hate him perniciously, and, o' my conscience, Wish him ten fathom deep: this duke as much They love and dote on; call him, bounteous Buck ingham, 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 towards him halberds on each side: with him, SIR THOMAS LOVELL, SIR NICHOLAS VAUX, SIR WILLIAM SANDS, and common people. 2 Gen. Let's stand close, and behold him. Buck. All good people, You that thus far have come to pity me, Hear what I say, and then go home and lose me. And, if I have a conscience, let it sink me, The law I bear no malice for my death, It has done, upon the premises, but justice; But those that sought it I could wish more Christians: Be what they will, I heartily forgive them : Yet let them look they glory not in mischief, For then my guiltless blood must cry against them : Nor will I sue, although the king have mercies me, And dare be bold to weep for Buckingham ; His noble friends, and fellows, whom to leave Go with me, like good angels, to my end; And, as the long divorce of steel falls on me, Make of your prayers one sweet sacrifice, 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. Buck. Sir Thomas Lovell, I as free forgive you, As I would be forgiven; I forgive all : There cannot be those numberless offences Lov. To the water-side I must conduct your grace; Then give my charge up to sir Nicholas Vaux, 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. Buck. Nay, sir Nicholas, Let it alone; my state now will but mock me. 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 for 't. 1 Close. My noble father, Henry of Buckingham, And, must needs say, a noble one; which makes me Yet thus far we are one in fortunes ;--both Fell by our servants, by those men we loved most; A most unnatural and faithless service! : Heaven has an end in all: yet, you that hear me, 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. Farewell: And when you would say something that is sad, |