Enter Brandon; a Serjeant at arms before him, and two or three of the guard. Bran. Your office, ferjeant; execute it. My lord the duke of Buckingham, and earl Buck. Lo you, my lord, The net has fallen upon me; I fhall perish Bran. I am forry To see you ta'en from liberty, 'to look on Buck. It will help me nothing, To plead mine innocence; for that dye is on me, my lord Aberga'ny, fare Bran. Nay, he must bear you company :-The king [Tr Aberg. Is pleas'd, you fhall 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 pleasure Bran. Here is a warrant from The king, to attach lord Montacute; and the bodies 9 device and pra&tice.]—evil machination, and stratagem. attachment. One One Gilbert Peck, his chancellor, Buck. So, fo; 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 furveyor is false; the o'er-great cardinal "Whose figure even this inftant cloud puts out, SCENE II. The Council Chamber. Cornet. Enter king Henry, leaning on the Cardinal's fhoulder; the Nobles, and Sir Thomas Lovel. The Cardinal places himself under the King's feet, on his right fide. King. My life itself, and "the best heart of it, And point by point the treafons of his mafter • My furveyor]-My steward. is Spann'a-within my enemy's gripe; its term is now fixed, contracted to a span. "Whofe figure even this inftant cloud puts out, &c ]-The figure or outline of my fhadow begins now to fade away, being extinguished by this impending cloud-my prefent difgrace, which darkens, or interpofes between me and my clear fky-my prince's favour.-puts on the best beart of it,]-" my heart of heart." Ham. *' the level]-within the line and reach of the piece. POEMS. 759. A noife Q92 A noife within, crying, Room for the Queen. Enter the Queen, ufbered by the Dukes of Norfolk and Suffolk: fhe kneels. The King rifeth from his state, takes her up, kisses, and placeth her by him. Queen. Nay, we must longer kneel; I am a fuitor. King. Arife, and take your place by us:-Half your fuit Never name to us; you have half our power: The other moiety, ere you ask, is given; Queen. Thank your majesty. That you would love yourself; and, in that love, The dignity of your office, is the point King. Lady mine, proceed. y Queen. I am folicited, not by a few, And thofe of true condition, that your subjects Are in great grievance: There have been commiffions My good lord cardinal, they vent reproaches b Of these exactions, yet the king our master, [To Wolfey. (Whose honour heaven fhield from foil!) even he escapes not Language unmannerly, yea, fuch which breaks In loud rebellion. Nor. Not almost appears, y I am folicited, &c.]-I have been entreated, by a confiderable number of well difpofed perfons, to inform you, that, &c. 2 commiffions-warrants to levy contributions. a flaw'd-broken. putter-cn-the chief promoter. It doth appear: for, upon these taxations, King. Taxation ! Wherein and what taxation ?-My lord cardinal, You that are blam'd for.it alike with us, Know you of this taxation? Wol. Please you, fir, "I know but of a fingle part, in aught Pertains to the ftate; and front but in that file Where others tell fteps with me. Queen. No, my lord, You know no more than others: but you frame Things, that are "known alike; which are not wholesome Too hard an exclamation. many]-CORIOLANUS, A&III. S. 1. Their numerous dependents. d Unfit for other life,]-Having no other method of gaining a livelihood. And lack of other means,]-of relief, than the prefent outrageous ones. fferves]-as their leader. I know but of a single part, &c.]—Though I rank in the line of counsellors, I am admitted but to a common fhare in the fecrets of ftate;—I am but one of the many, that advised this ftep, and therefore only refponfible for it in conjunction with the reft. known alike; which are not wholefome]-throughout the realm, univerfally; which are irkfoms uneasy. 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 Is nam'd, your wars in France: This makes bold mouths: Live where their prayers did; and it's come to pass, To each incenfed will. I would, your highness There is no primer business. King. By my life, This is against our pleasure. Wol. And for me, I have no further gone in this, than by The chronicles of my doing,-let me fay, 'Tis but the fate of place, and the 'rough brake That virtue muft go through. We must not "ftint 1 tractable obedience is a flave, &c.]-a once orderly people are now changed into obftinate oppofers of government, and entirely under the wild control of a will exafperated with oppreffion. no primer business.]-that more requires difpatch-baseness—no evil that calls louder for redress. 1 rough brake]-the thorny path. m fint]-interrupt the course of. Our |