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Requires slow pace at first: Anger is like
A full-hot horse; who being allow'd his way,
Self-mettle tires him. Not a man in England
Can advise me like you: be to yourself
As

you would to your friend. Buck.

I'll to the king;
And from a mouth of honour quite cry down
This Ipswich fellow's insolence; or proclaim,
There's difference in no persons.
Nor.

Be advis’d;
Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot
That it do singe yourself: We may outrun,
By violent swiftness, that which we run at,
And lose by over-running. Know you not,
The fire, that mounts the liquor till it run o'er,
In seeming to augment it, wastes it? Be advis'd:
I say again, there is no English soul
More stronger to direct you than yourself;
If with the sap of reason you would quench,
Or but allay, the fire of passion..
Buck.

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,
As he is subtle; and as prone to mischief,
As able to perform it: his mind and place
Infecting one another, yea, reciprocally,)
Only to show his pomp as well in France
As here at home, suggests the king our master
To this last costly treaty, the interview,
That swallow'd so much treasure, and like a glass
Did break i' the rinsing.
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 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,

his aunt,

And pav’d with gold, the emperor thus desir’d;-
That he would please to alter the king's course,
And break the foresaid peace. Let the king know,
(As soon he shall by me,) that thus the cardinal
Does buy and sell his honour as he pleases,
And for his own advantage.

Nor.
To hear this of him; and could wish, he were
Something mistaken in't.
Buck.

No, not a syllable;
I do pronounce him in that very shape,
He shall appear in proof.

I am sorry

Enter Brandon; a Sergeant at arms before him, and

two or three of the guard.
Bran. Your office, sergeant; execute it.
Serg.

Sir,
My lord the duke of Buckingham, and earl
Of Hereford, Stafford, and Northampton, I
Arrest thee of high treason, in the name
Of our most sovereign king.
Buck.

Lo you, my lord,
The net has fall’n upon me; I shall perish
Under device and practice.

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

heaven

I am sorry

you well.

Be done in this and all things!—I obey.-
O my lord Aberga'ny, fare
Bran. Nay, he must bear you company :--The
king

[To Abergavenny.
Is pleas’d, you shall to the Tower, till you know
How he determines further.
Aber.

As the duke said, The will of heaven be done, and the king's plea

sure

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.

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 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.

[Ereunt.

SCENE II.

THE COUNCIL-CHAMBER.

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;

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