Saint Lawrence Poultney, did of me demand King. A giant traitor !

[freem,
What was the speech among the Londoners Wol. Now, madan, may his highness live in
Conceriung the French journey : I reply'd, And thuis made out of priton ?
Men fear'd, the French would prove perfidiulis, Seen. God mend all !
To the king's danger. Preiently the duke

hing. There's something more would out of Said, 'Twas the fear, indeed; and that he doubted,

thee ; What layoft :

[brit, 'I would prove the verity of certain words

Sury. After----sbe duke bis faiber,witt:Spoke by a holy monk; that oft, says he, He itretch'd him, and, ith one hand on his dagger, Harb fort to me, wijding me to permit

Another spread on his breast, mounting his eyes,
Fabn de la Court, my chaplain, a cboico boas

He did dichiurge a horrible oath ; whole tenou
To bear from him a matter of fome moment : Kas; -- Were he evil-us'], he would out-go
IT hem after under the confilion's fead

His father, by as much as a performance
He folemnly had sworn, thai, what he spoke, Dues an ir reiolute purposc.
My chaplain to no creature living, but

King. There's his period,
To me, jhould utter, with deme confidence

To sheath his knife in us. He is attach'i;
This parforgly enlu’d, -- Veither the king n» bis biirs, Call hic to pretent trial : if he may
(Tell you the duke jhall proper,: bid bim firive Find mercy in the law, 'tis his ; if none,
For the love of tbe com.non alty; tbe duke

Let liim not teek 't of us : By day and night,
Shall govern England.-

He's traitor to the height.

[Exeunt. Quein. If I know you well,

SCENE

III.
You were the duke's surveyor, and lost

your
ofice

ein cipartment in the Palace.
On the complaint o' the tenants: Take good lieed, Enter the Lord Chamberlain, and Lord Sardi.
You charge not in your spleen a noble person, Cham. Is it posible, the spells of France thou'J
And spoil your nobler soul; I fay, take heed ; Men into fuch Its ange mytteries 2 ? (jussie
Yes, heartily beseech you.

Sands. Nei cultoms,
King. Let him on :-

Though they be never so ridiculous, Go forward.

Nay, let thcin be unmanly, yet are followil
Surv. On my soul, I'll speak but truth.

Cham. As far as I fee, all the gooi, our Engluh
I told my lord the duke, By the devil's illusions Have got by the late voyage, is but merely
The monk might he deceiv'd; and that 'twas A fit or two o' the face 3 ; but they are threw'úones;
dang 'rous for him

For, when they hold 'em, you would swear directly,
To ruminate on this so far, until

Their very noles liad been counsellors
It forg'd him some design, which, being believ'd, To Pepin, or Clotharius, they keep itute fo.
It was much like to do : He answer'd, Tujh! Sands. They have all new legs, and laine ones ;
It can do me no damage: adding further,

one would take it,
That, had the king in his last sickness fail'dl, That never faw them pace before, the sporin
The cardinal's and Sir Thomas Lovel's heads And springhalt + reign'd among 'em.
Should have gone off.

C21. Death! my lord,
King. Ha! what, so rank ! ? Alı, ha ! (further : | Their cloaths are after iuch a pagan cut too,
There's mischief in this man :

-Cauft thou jay That, fure, they have worn out Christendom. How
Surv. I can, my liege.

What news, Sir Thomas Lovel:

[now? King. Proceed.

Enter Sir Thomas Lovel.
Sur'u. Being at Greenwich,

Lov. Faith, my lord,
After your highnefs bad reprov'd the duke I hear of none, but the new proclamation
About Sir William Blomer,-

That's clapp'd upon the court gate.
Kirg. I remember

Chann. What is't for ? Of such a time :--Being my sworni fervans,

Loo. The reformation of our travell'd gallants, The juke retain'd him his. But on; that ence: That fill the court with quarrels, talk, and tailors.

Sury. If, quoth he, I for ibis ball 6, 7 cornm tod, Cham. I am glad 'tis there ; now I would pray As to the Terver, I thought, I svould b. me pizza

our monsieurs The pai t my father meant to ači upor.

To thik an English coutier may be wise,
The itfupir Richard: wiro, being at Salisbury, And never icc the Loure.
Made fuit to come in his presence ; which it said, Lov. They muii. «ituer
As be made semblance of bis dury, wouid

For to run the conditions) leive these remnants l'avi püst his knife into biw.

Of tool, and feather, that they got in France,

I Rank weeds are weeds that are grown up to great height and strength. That, says the king, tuis hi advanced to this pirch?. 2 Myferies were llegar al fhews, which the nummers of those zimes exhibited in odd and fantastic habits. Veteries are vicd, by an easy figure, for those that exhibited series; and the sente is only, that the travelled Englishmen were metamorphosed, by foacizn fashions, in:o such an uncouth appearance, that they looked like inu ramers in a mystery. 3 A fit of the face seems to be what we auw term a grimuie, an artificial cast of the countenance.

4 The Alringhalt, or fbrauhait, is a disease incident to hories, which gives them a convullive motion in their paces.

$ This does not allude to the jeuthers anciently worn in the hats and caps of our countrymen (a circumstance in which no ridicule could juftly belong); but to an effeminate fashion of young genilemen carrying fans of feathers in their hauus.

With

mus Lovel.

With all their honourable points of ignorance. Salutes you all : This night he dedicates Pertaining thereunto, (as fights, and fireworks ; To fair content, and you : none here, he hopes, Abusing better men than they can be,

In all this noble bevy, has brought with her Out of a foreign wisdoni) renouncing clean One care abroad; he would have all as merry The faith they have in tennis, and tall stockings, As first-good company, good wine, good welcome, Short blifter'd breeches !, and those types of travel, Can make good people.-O, my lord, you are tardy ; And underttand again like honest men;

Enter Lord Chamberlain, Lord Sands, and Sir ThoOr pack to their old play-fellows: there, I take it, They mas', cum privilgi), wear away

The very thought of this fair company The lag end of their leu dress, and he laugh'd at. Clapp'd wings to me.

Sunds. 'Tis time to give them phyfick, their dif Cham. You are young, Sir Harry Guilford. Are grown (o catching.

[cales Sandi. Sir Thomas Lovel, had the cardinal Chain. What a loss our ladies

But half my lay-thoughts in him, fome of these Will have of these trim vanities !

Should find a running banquet ere they retted, Lov. Ay, marry,

I think, would better please 'em : By my life, There will be woe indeed, lords : the sy whoresons They are a sweet fociety of fair ones. Have got a speeding trick to lay down ladies ; Lov. O, that your lord hip were but now confessor A French long, anui a fiddle, has no fellow. [guing; To one or two of these ! Sands. The devil fiddle 'em! I am glad, they're

Sands. I would, I were ; (For, sure, there's no converting of 'em) nov They should find easy penance. An lionett country lord, as I am, beaten

Lov. "Faith, how easy? A long time out of play, may bring his plaira-fung, Sands. As easy as a down-bed would afford it. And have an hour of hearing; and, by 'r-lady, Cham. Sweet ladies, will it please you fic? Sir Held current music too.

Harry, Cbam. Well said, lord Sands;

Place you that fide, I'll take the charge of this : Your colt's tooth is not cast yet.

His grace is entring.–Nay, you must not freeze ; Sards. No, my lord;

Two women plac'd together make cold weather :Nor shall not, while I have a stump.

My lord Sands, you are one will keep'em waking : Cham. Sir Thomas,

Prav, fit between there ladies. Whither were you a-yoing?

Sunds. By my faith, Lov. To the cardinal's;

And thank your lordihip.---By your leave, sweet Your lordfhip is a guett too.

ladies :

[Siis. Cham. O, 'tis true :

If I chance to talk a little wild, forgive me ; This night he makes a supper, and a great one, i had it froin my father. Tu many lords and ladies; there will be

dine. Was he mad, fir ? The beauty of this kingdom, I'll assure you. Sards. (, very mad, exceeding mad, in love toq: Lov. That churchman bears a bounteous mind But he would bice none ; just as I do now, indeed,

He would kiss you twenty with a breath, A hand as fruitful as the land that feeds us ;

[Kifis ber. His dews fall every where.

Cham. Well faid, my lord.
Ch.m. No doubt, he's nuble ;

So, now you are fairly feated :-Gentlemen,
He had a black mouth, that said other of him. The penance lies on you, if these fair ladies
Sands. He may, :ny lord, he has wherewithal ; Pass away frowning.
in him,

Sands. For my litcle cure,
Sparing would few a worse sin than ill doctrine : Let me alone.
Men of his way should be moft liberal,

Harutbøys. Enter Cardinal Wolsey, and iubes his They are set here for examples.

State. Cham. True, they are fo;

Irol. You are welcome, my fair guests; that But few now give so great ones. My barge stays ;

noble lady, Puur lordship shall along :--Come, good Sir Or gentleman, that is not freely merry, Thomas,

Is not my friend : This, to confirm my welcome ; We shall be late elfe ; which I would not be,' And to you all good health.

[Drinki. For I was spoke to, with Sir Henry Guilford, Sands. Your grace is noble :-This night to be comptrollers.

Let me have luch a bowl may hold my chanks,
Sards. I am your lordship’s. [Exeant. And fare me so much talking,
SCEN E IV.

Mol. My lord Sands,
Changes to York-Place.

I ana beholden to you :-cheer your neighbours Haurboys. A small table under a jłate for the Car- Ladies, you are nut merry ;-Gentlemen,

dinal, a longer table for the guests. Then enter Whose fault is this?
Anne Bulleri, and divers other Ladies and Gentle Sards. The red wine first must rise
women, as guests, at one door; at another door, In their fair cheeks, my lord; then wethull have 'em
en!er Sir Henry Guilford.

Talk us to filence.
Guit Ladies, a general welcome from his grace Ame. You are a merry Jamester,

1 i. e. breeches puff 'd, swell’d oui like llifters.

X X 3

My

My lord Sands.

'Till now I never knew thee. [Mufick. Darch. Sands. Yes, if I make my play ".

Wol. My lord, Here's to your ladyship: and pledge it, madam, Cham. Your grace? For 'tis to such a thing,

Wol. Pray, tell 'em thus much from me : Anne. You cannot thew me.

There should be one amongst them, by his person, Sands. I told your grace, they would talk anon, More worthy this place than myself; to whom,

[Drum and trumpets, chambers 2 discharg’d. If I but knew him, with my love and duty Wol. What's that?

I would surrender it. Cham. Look out there, some of you.

Cham. I will, my lord. [Exit Servant.

[Cham. ques to the company, and returns. Wol. What warlike voice?

Wol. What say they? And to what end is this ?-Nay, ladies, fear not ; Cham. Such a one, they all confess, By all the laws of war you are privileg’d. There is indeed; which they would have your grace Re-enter Servant.

Find out, and he will take it 3. Cham. How now ? what is 't ?

Wol. Let me see then.

(maks Serv. A nohle troop of strangers;

By all your good leaves, gentlemen ;-Here 11 For so they seem : they have left their barge, and My royal choice. landed ;

King. You have found him, cardinal : And hither make, as great ambassadors

You hold a fair assembly; you do well, lord : From foreign princes.

You are a churchman, or, l'll tell you, cardinal, Wol. Good lord chamberlain,

I should judge now 4 unhappily. Go, give 'em welcome, you can speak the French Wol. I am glad, tongue ;

Your grace is grown so pleasant. And, pray, receive 'em nobly, and conduct 'em King. My lord chamberlain, Into our presence, where this heaven of beauty Pr’ythee, come hither : What fair lady's that? Shall shine at full upon them :--Some attend him. Cham. An't pleate your grace, Sir Thomas Bul[All arise, and tables removed.

len's daughter, You have now a broken banquet; but we'll mend it. The viscount Rochford, one of her highness' women. A good digestion to you all : and, once more, King. By heaven, she is a dainty one.-Sweet I lower a welcome on you ;--Welcome all.

heart, Hautboys. Enter the King, and others, as Maskers, I were unmannerly, to take you out, habited like Shepherds, usher'd by the Lord Cham

[To Anne Bulica, berlain. They pas directly before the Cardinal, And not to kiss you S.-A health, gentiemen, and gracefully futute him.

Let it go round. A noble company! What are their pleasures? Wol, Sir Thomas Lovel, is the banquet ready Cham. Because they speak no English, thus they l' the privy chamber.

Lov. Yes, my lord. To tell your grace ;--That, having heard by fame

Wol. Your grace,
Of this so noble and so fair assembly

I fear, with dancing is a little heated,
This night to meet here, they could do no less, King. I fear, too much.
Out of the great respect they bear to beauty, Wol. There's fresher air, my lord,
But leave their flocks ; and, under your fair conduct, In the next chamber.

(partner, Crave leave to view these ladies, and entreat King. Lead in your ladies, every one.---Sweet An hour of revels with them.

I must not yet forsake you :- Let's be merry ;Wol. Say, lord chamberlain, [pay them Goud my lord cardinal, I have half a dozen healths They have done my poor house grace ; for which I To drink to thele fair ladies, and a measure A thousand thanks, and pray them take their plea- To lead them once again; and then let's dream sures.

Who's best in favour. Let the musick knock it. [Chuse ladies for the dance. King, and Anne Bulien.

[Excuni, wil trumpetse King. The fairest hand I ever touch'd! O, beauty,

pray'd

1 i.e. if I make my party. 2 A chamber is a gun (used only on occasions of rejoicing) which ftands erect on its breech, and so contrived as to carry great charges, and thereby to make a noise more than proportioned to its bulk. They are called chambers because they are mere chambers to Jodge powder ; a chamber being the technical term for that cavity in a piece of ordnance which conlains the combustibls. Chambers are still fired in the Park, and at the places opposite to the Parlia. ment-house, when the king goes thither. 3 i.e. take the chief place. 4 1. c. woluckiing mishiwoully. 5 A kils was anciently thc estabifhed fee of a lady's partner.

ACT

SCENE I.

Then deputy of Ireland ; who remov'd,
A S: 66.

Earl Surrey was sent thither, and in haite too,

Left he should help his father.
Entir iwo Gentlemen ai fevera! doors.

2 Gin. Thit trick o state
1 Gen. WHITHER away for fift? Was a deep envious one.

2 Gen. 0,-God save you ! I Gen. At his return,
Even to the hall. to hear whit thall become No doubt, he will requite it. This is noted,
Of the great duke of Buckinghan.

Ani generally ; whoever the king favours,
I Gen. I'll fave you

The cardinal instantly will find employment,
Tluat labour, fir. All's now done, but the ceremony And far enough from court too.
Of bringing back the priloner.

I Gex. All the commons
2. Gen. Were you there?

Hate him perniciously, and, o' my conscience, i Gen. Yes, indeed, was I.

With him ten fathom deep: this duke as much 2 Ger. Pray, speak, what lins happen'u ? They love and doat on ; call him, buunteous Bucki Gen. You may guess quickly what.

The mirrour of all courtesy ;

[ingham, 2 Gen. Is he found guilty?

i Gen. Stay there, sir,
i Gen. Yes, truly, is he, and condcmn'd upon it. And see the noble ruin'd man you speak of.
2 Gen. I am sorry for't.

inter Buckingh.m from his arraignment, /? ipsiaves 1 G'. So are a number more.

before lim, ibe axe with the edge toward bim; 2 Gen. But, pray, how pass'd it?

bilberds on each side) aico:panied svieh Sir Thoe i Gen. I'll tell you in a little. The great duke mas Lovel, Sir Nicholas Vaux, Sir William Sands, Come to the bar ; where, to his accusations, and common people, &c. lle pleadled Itill, not guilty, and alledg'd

2 Gen. Let's stand close, and behold him.
Viny Tharp reasons to defeat the law.

Buck. All good people,
The king's attorney, on the contrary,

You that thus far have come to pity me,
Trg'd on the examinatioas, proofs,,confessions Hear what I say, and then go home and lose me.
Of divers witnesses ; which the duke deurd I have this day receiv'd a traitor's judgment,
To have brought, vivi corr, to his face :

And by that name muit die; Yet, heaven bear
At which appear'd against him, his survevor ;

witness,
Sir Gilbert Peck his chancellor ; and John Court, And, if I have a conscience, let it sink me,
Confeilor tu liim ; with that devil-monk

Even as the axe falls, if I be not faithful !
Hopkins, that made this milchies.

The law I hear no malice for my death,
2 Gen. That was he,

'T has done, upon the premises, but juttice ; That fed him with his prophecies'

But those, that sought it, I could with more chri-
I Gin. The fame.

1tians :
All there accus'u him stroncl: ; ivlich he fain Be what they will, I heartily forgive 'em :
Would have fiung from liim, but, indeca, he could Yet let 'em look they glory not in mischief,
And so his peers, upon this evidence, (DOC : Nor build their evils on the graves of great men;
Have found him guilty of high-treafo:1. Much For then my guiltleis blood muit cry against 'em.
He spoke, and learnedly, for life ; but all For further life in this world I ne'er hope,
Was either pitied in him, or forgotten.

Nor will I fire, although the king have mercies
2. Gen. After all this, how did he bear himself More than I dare make faults. You few that
1 Gen. When he was brought again to the bat,
to bear

And dare be bold to weep for Buckingham,
His knell rung out, his judgment,--he was stirrid His nobile friends, and fellows, whom to leave
With such an agony, he sweat extremely", Is only bitter to him, only dying,
And something ipoke in choler, ill, and hafty : Go with me, like good angels, to my end ;
But be fell to himself again, and, sweetly, And, as the long divorce of 1teel falls on me,
In all the rest thew'd a mort noble patience. Make of your prayers one sweet facrifice,
2 Gen. I do not think, he fears death.

And lift my soul to heaven.-Lead on, o' God's
i Gen. Sure, he does not,
He never was so womanish; the cause

Lov. I do beseech your grace, for charity, He may a little grieve at.

If ever any malice in your heart 2 Gen. Certainly,

Were hid against me, now to forgive me frankly. The cardinal is the end of this.

Bucé. Sir Thomas Lovel, I as free forgive you, i Gen. 'Tis likely,

As I would be forgiven: I forgive all;
By all conjectures : First, Kildare's attainder, There cannot be thote numberlers offences

lov'd me,

name.

groan fort.

'Gainst me, that I can't take peace with : no black I Gen. O, this is full of pity !—Sir, it calls, envy

I fear, too many curses on their heads,
Shall make my grave I.–Commend me to his grace; That were the authors.
And, if he speak of Buckingham, pray, tell him, 2 Ger. If the duke be guiltless,
You met him half in heaven: my vows and 'Tis full of woe : yet I can give you inkling
prayers

Of an ensuing evil, if it fall,
Yet are the king's; and, 'till my soul forsake me, Greater than this.
Shall cry for bleflings on him : May he live

i Gen. Good angels keep it from us! Longer than I have time to tell his years !

What

may it be ? You do not doubt my faith, sir? Ever belov’d, and loving, may his rule be!

2 Gen. This fecret is fo weighty, 'twill require And, when old time thall lead him to his end, A strong faith 2 to conceal it. Goodness and he fill up one monument ! [grace ; i Gen. Let me have it ;

Lov. To the water-side I must conduct your I do not talk much.
Then give my charge up to Sir Nicholas Vaux, 2 Gen. I am confident ;
Who undertakes you to your end.

You shall, sir: Did you not of late days hear Vaux. Prepare there,

A buzzing, of a separation
The duke is coming : see, the barge be ready ; Between the king and Katharine ?
And fit it with such furniture, as suits

I Gen. Yes, but it held not :
The greatness of his person.

For when the king once heard it, out of anger Buck. Nay, Sir Nicholas,

He sent command to the lord mayor, Itraight Let it alone; my state now but will mock me. To stop the rumour, and allay those tongues When I came hither, I was lord high constable, That durft difperfe it. And duke of Buckingham ; now, poor Edward 2 Gen. But that 1ander, sir, Bohun :

Is found a truth now: for it grours again Yet I am richer than my base accusers,

Fresher than e'er it was; and held for certin, That never knew what truth meant : Inow seal it; The king will venture at it. Either the cardinal, And with that blood, will make 'em one day Or fome about him near, have, out of malice

To the good queen, poffefs'd him with a sci uple My noble father, Henry of Buckingham, That will undo her: To confrm this too, Who first rais'd head against usurping Richard, Cardinal Campeius is arrived, and lately ; Figing for succour to his fervant Banitter, As all think, for this business. Bcing distress’d, was hy that wretch betray'd, I Gen. 'Tis the cardinal ; And without trial fell; God's peace be with ivim! And meerly to revenge him on the emperor, Henry the seventh succeeding, truly pitying For not beftowing on him, at his asking, My father's loss, like a moll royal prince, The archbishorrick of Toledo, this is purpos'ı!. Restor'd me to my honours, and, out of ruins, 2 Gin. I think, you have hit the mark: Bui is't Made my name once more noble. Now his fon,

not cruel, Henry the eighth, life, honour, name, and all That the should feel the smart of this? The carThat made me happy, at one stroke has taken

dinal
For ever from the world. I had my trial, Will have his will, and the must fall.
And, must needs say, a noble one; which makes me i Gen. 'Tis woeful.
A little happier than my wietched father : We are too open here to argue this ;
Yet thus far we are one in fortunes, Both Let's think in private miore.

[Exeäni, Fell by our servants, by those men we lov'd

SCENE II. most; A most unnatural and faithless service!

sin intichamber in the Palace Heaven has an end in all: Yet, you that hear me,

Enter the Lord Cbamberlain, sevling « Letur, This from a dying man receive as certain :

My Lord, ibe horses your lordinat. Com fun, wits Where you are literal of your loves and counsels, all ibe care I had, i fou evelt choin, ridding Be iure, you be not loote ; for those you make and furnished. They cuore young, and hand-me; ord friends,

of the best breed in the north. When they were ready And give your hearts to, when they once perceive 10 jet ou: for London, a man of my

lord curdinai's, The least rub in your fortunes, fall away

big commillion, and main power, cook em front me; Like water from ye, never found again

with this serion--His mailer would be jusqu'd befine But where they mean to fink ye. All good people, jubjeti, if not before the king; which foppid cur Pray for me! I must now fortake you ; the latt noutos, liri hour

I fear, he will, indeed : Well, let him have them; Of my long weary life is come upon me.

He will have all, I think.
Farewel:
And when you would say something that is sad,

Enter the Dukes of vafelk, and Suffolk. Speak how I feil.-Ilave done ; and God forgive

Nor. Well met, my lord chanborinin.
me!
[Excurt Buckingham, anci Train.

Chym. Good day to both your graces.