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Requires slow pace at first: Anger is like
you would to your friend. Buck.
I'll to the king;
Sir, I am thankful to you; and I'll go along By your prescription :- but this top-proud fellow, (Whom from the flow of gall I name not, but From sincere motions,) by intelligence, And proofs as clear as founts in Júly, when We see each grain of gravel, I do know To be corrupt and treasonous. Nor.
Say not, treasonous. Buck. To the king I'll say't; and make my
vouch as strong As shore of rock. Attend. This holy fox,
Or wolf, or both, (for he is equal ravenous,
'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 be: to as much end, As give a crutch to the dead: But our count-car
dinal Has done this, and 'tis well; for worthy Wolsey, Who cannot err, he did it. Now this follows, (Which, as I take it, is a kind of puppy To the old dam, treason,)-Charles the emperor, Under pretence to see the queen (For 'twas, indeed, his colour; but he came To whisper Wolsey,) here makes visitation: His fears were, that the interview, betwixt England and France, might, through their enmity, Breed him some prejudice; for from this league Peep'd harms that menac'd him: He privily Deals with our cardinal; and, as I trow,Which I do well; for, I am sure, the emperor Pay'd ere he promis’d; whereby his suit was granted, Ere it was ask'd;—but when the way was made,
And pav’d with gold, the emperor thus desir’d;-
No, not a syllable;
I am sorry
Enter Brandon; a Sergeant at arms before him, and
two or three of the guard.
Lo you, my lord,
Bran. To see you ta'en froni liberty, to look on The business present: 'Tis his highness' pleasure, You shall to the Tower. Buck.
It will help me nothing, To plead mine innocence; for that die is on me, Which makes my whitest part black. The will of
I am sorry
Be done in this and all things!—I obey.-
As the duke said, The will of heaven be done, and the king's plea
By me obey'd.
Bran. Here is a warrant from The king, to attach lord Montacute; and the bodies Of the duke's confessor, John de la Court, One Gilbert Peck, his chancellor,-Buck.
Bran. A monk o' the Chartreux.
O, Nicholas Hopkins?
He. Buck. My surveyor is false; the o'er-great car
dinal 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 dark’ning my clear sun.-My lord, farewel.
Cornets. Enter King Henry, Cardinal Wolsey, the
Lords of the Council, Sir Thomas Lovell, Officers, and Attendants. The King enters leaning on the Cardinal's shoulder.
K. Hen. 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.—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.
The King takes his state. The Lords of the Council
take their several places. The Cardinal places himself under the King's feet, on his right side.
A noise within, crying, Room for the Queen. Enter
the Queen, ushered by the Dukes of Norfolk and Suffolk: she kneels. The King riseth from his state, takes her up, kisses, and placeth her by him. Q. Kath. Nay, we must longer kneel; I am a
suitor. K. Hen. 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;