There should be one amongst them, by his person,
More worthy this place than myself; to whom
If I but knew him, with my love and duty

I would surrender it.

Cham. I will, my lord.

[CHAMRLAIN goes to the Company.

Wol. What say they?

Cham. Such a one they all confess,

There is, indeed; which they would have your grace Find out, and he will take it.

Wol. Let me see then.

By all your good leaves, gentlemen:-Here I'll make My royal choice.

King. You've found him, cardinal :

[The KING unmasks—all rise, and bow. You hold a fair assembly; you do well, lord: You are a churchman, or, I'll tell you, cardinal, I should judge now unhappily.

Wol. I am glad,

Your grace is grown so pleasant.

King. My lord chamberlain,What fair lady's that?

Cham. An't please your grace, Sir Thomas Bullen's daughter,

The Viscount Rochford, one of her highness' women-
King. By Heaven, she is a dainty one-Sweetheart-
I were unmannerly, to take you out,

[TO ANNE BULLEN.

And not to kiss you.-A health, gentlemen,

Let it go round.

Wol. Sir Thomas Lovel, is the banquet ready I' the privy chamber?

Lov. Yes, my lord.

Wol. Your grace,

I fear, is a little heated.

King. I fear, too much.

Wol. There's fresher air, my lord,

In the next chamber.

King. Lead in your ladies, every one.--Nay,'

come;

I must not yet forsake you:-Let's be merry;
Good my lord cardinal, I've half a dozen healths
To drink to these fair ladies, and a measure
To lead them once again;

Which being ended, they shall all go sleep:
Then this, which doth a happy vision seem,
May be again repeated in a dream.

[Flourish of Drums and Trumpets.]

[Exeunt WOLSEY, with Lights, the KING and
ANNE BULLEN, CHAMBERLAIN, NOR
FOLK, and SUFFOLK, LORD SANDS, and
LADY DENNY, CROMWELL, Two PAGES,
LOVEL and GUILDFORD, and the rest of the
Guests.

ACT THE SECOND.

SCENE I.

A Street.

A Bell tolls, and muffled Drums beat.

Enter GUARDS, TIPSTAVES, LOVEL, EXECUTIONER, BUCKINGHAM, GUILDFORD, GENTLEMEN, and GUARDS.

Buck. You that thus far have come to pity me, Hear what I say, and then go home and lose me.

I have this day receiv'd a traitor's judgment,

And by that name must die; Yet Heaven bears wit

ness,

And, if I have a conscience, let it sink me,
Even as the axe falls, if I be not faithful!
The law I bear no malice for my death,
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 them.
For further life in this world I ne'er hope,

Nor will I sue, although the king have mercies
More than I dare make faults. You few, that lov'd

And dare be bold to weep for Buckingham,

His noble friends, and fellows, whom to leave

Is only bitter to him, only dying,

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. [Bell tolls.] Lead on.
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 Lovel, I as free forgive you,
As I would be forgiven.

Commend me to his grace;

And if he speak of Buckingham, 'pray, tell him,
You met him half in heaven: my vows and prayers
Yet are the king's; and, till my soul forsake me,
Shall cry
for blessings on him: May he live
Longer than I have time to tell his years!
Ever belov❜d, and loving, may his rule be!
And, when old time shall lead him to his end,
Goodness and he fill up one monument !

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.

Guild. 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 Henry,

Let it alone; my state now will but mock me.
When I came hither, I was lord high constable,
And Duke of Buckingham; now, poor Edward Bo-
hun:

Yet I am richer than my base accusers,
That never knew what truth meant:

My noble father, Henry of Buckingham,

Who first rais'd head against usurping Richard,
Flying for succour to his servant Banister,
Being distress'd, was by that wretch betray'd,
And without trial fell: I had my trial,

And, must needs say, a noble one; which makes me
A little happier than my wretched father:
Yet thus far we are one in fortunes,-Both
Fell by our servants, by those men we lov'd most :--
Heaven has an end in all: Yet, you that hear me,
This from a dying man receive as certain:

Where you are liberal of your loves, and counsels,
Be sure, you be not loose; for those you make
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 you.

All good people,

[The Bell tolls.

Pray for me! I must now forsake you; the last hour Of my long weary life is come upon me.

Farewell:

And when you would say something that is sad,
Remember Buckingham.

The Bell tolls.-Muffled Drums beat.

[Exeunt GUARDS, TIPSTAVES, EXECUTIONER," BUCKINGHAM, LOVEL, GUILDFORD, GEN TLEMEN, and GUARDS,

SCENE II.

An Antichamber in the Palace.

Enter NORFOLK and SUFFOLK, meeting the CHAM

BERLAIN.

Nor. Well met, my lord chamberlain.
Cham. Good day to both your graces.
Suf. How is the king employ'd?

Cham. I left him private,

Full of sad thoughts and troubles.

Nor. What's the cause?

Cham. It seems the marriage with his brother's wife Has crept too near his conscience.

Suf. No, his conscience

Has crept too near another lady.

Nor. 'Tis so;

This is the cardinal's doing, the king-cardinal:

That blind priest, like the eldest son of fortune,

Turns what he lists. The king will know him one day.

Suf. 'Pray Heaven he do! he'll never know himself else.

Nor. We had need pray,

And heartily, for our deliverance;

Or this imperious man will work us all

From princes into pages. Let us in;

And, with some other business, put the king

From these sad thoughts, that work too much upon

him :

My lord, you'll bear us company?

Cham Excuse me ;

The king hath sent me other where: besides,