(Whom from the flow of gall I name not, but Nor. Say not, treasonous. Buck. To the king I'll say't; and make my vouch As shore of rock. Attend. This holy fox, Only to show his pomp as well in France That swallow'd so much treasure, and, like a glass, Nor. 'Faith, and so it did. Buck. 'Pray, give me favour, sir. This cunning cardinal The articles o' the combination drew, As himself pleas'd; and they were ratify'd, As he cry'd, Thus let it 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 To the old dam, treason,)-Charles the emperor, Ere it was ask'd-but when the way was made, Nor. I am sorry To hear this of him; and could wish, he were Buck. No, not a syllable; I do pronounce him in that very shape, Enter SERGEANT AT ARMS, BRANDON, and GUARDS. Bran. Sir, My lord the Duke of Buckingham, and Earl Of Hereford, Stafford, and Northampton, I Arrest thee of high treason, in the name Buck. Lo you, my lord, The net has fallen upon me; I shall perish Bran. I am sorry To see you ta'en from liberty; '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. [Gives his Sword to the SERGEANT. Bran. Here is a warrant from The king, to attach Lord Montacute; and the bodies Buck. So, so; These are the limbs of the plot: No more, I hope. Bran. A monk o' the Chartreux. Buck. O, Nicholas Hopkins? Bran. He. Buck. My surveyor is false; the o'er-great cardinal Whose figure even this instant cloud puts on, [Exeunt. SCENE II. The Council Chamber. Flourish of Trumpets. Enter the LORD CHAMBERLAIN, KING HENRY, leaning on WOLSEY's Shoulder; NORFOLK, the DUKE OF SUFFOLK, SIR THOMAS LOVEL, and CROMWELL.-The CARDINAL places himself at 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 level Of a full-charg'd confederacy; and give thanks To you that chok'd it.-[The KING and WOLSEY sit. 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 Sir Henry Guildford. [Without.] Room for the queen. Enter the QUEEN, ushered by GUILDFORD, who places a Cushion, on which she kneels.-The KING rises, takes her up, and places her by him. King, Rise. Queen. Nay, we must longer kneel; I am a suitor. King. Arise, and take your place by us:-Half your suit Never name to us; you have half our power: Queen. Thank your majesty. That you would love yourself; and, in that love, Of my petition. King. Lady mine, proceed. Queen. I am solicited, not by a few, And those of true condition, that your subjects My good lord cardinal, they vent reproaches Of these exactions, yet the king our master, Language unmannerly, yea, such which breaks Nor. Not almost appears, It doth appear: for, upon these taxations, Compell'd by hunger, And lack of other means, are all in uproar, King. Taxation! Wherein ? and what taxation?-My lord cardinal, You that are blam'd for it alike with us, Wol. Please you sir, I know but of a single part, in aught Pertains to the state; and front but in that file Queen. No, my lord, You know no more than others: but you frame Things, that are known alike; which are not whole some To those which would not know them, and yet must King. Still exaction! The nature of it? In what kind, let's know, Queen. I am much too venturous In tempting of your patience; but am bolden'd The sixth part of his substance, to be levy'd Is nam'd, your wars in France: This makes bold mouths: Tongues spit their duties out, and cold hearts freeze Allegiance in them; their curses now, Live where their prayers did. I would, your highness Would give it quick consideration. This is against our pleasure. Wol. And for me, |