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KING HENRY VIII. Act 2:
Even as the axe falls, if I be not faithful!
The law I bear no malice for my death,
It has done, upon the premises, but justice;
But those, that sought it, I could wish more Chris-

tians :
Be what they will, I heartily forgive them :
Yet let them look they glory not in mischief,
Nor build their evils on the graves of great men;
For then my guiltless blood must cry against 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 me,
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.-Lead on, o'God's name.

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 Lovell, I as free forgive you,
As I would be forgiven: I forgive all;
There cannot be those numberless offences
'Gainst me, I can't take peace with : no black envy
Shall make my grave.- 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.

Vaua.
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 Nicholas,
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 Bohun:

KING HENRY VIII.
Yet I am richer than my base accusers,
That never knew what truth meant: I now seal it;
And with that blood will make them one day
My noble father, Henry of Buckingham,
Who first ried head against usurping Richard,
Flying for succour to his servant Banister,
Being distress'd, was by that wretch betray'd,
And without trial fell; 'God's peace be with him!
Henry the seventh succeeding, truly pitying
My father's loss, like a most royal prines
Restored me to my honours, and, out of rutas,
Made my name once more noble. Now his von,
Henry the eighth, life, honour, name, and all,
That made me happy, at one stroke has taken
For ever from the world. I had my trial,
And, must needs say, a noble one, which makes toe
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
A most unnatural and faithless service!
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 percere
The least rub in your fortunes, tall away
Like water from ye, never found again
But where they mean to sink ye. All good people,
Pray for me! I must now forsake ye; the last hour
Of my long weary life is come upon me,
And when you would say something that is sad,
Speak how I fell.-I have done; and God for-

give me.[Exeunt Buckinghair and Train
1 Gent, O, this is full of pity!-Sir, it calls,
I fear, too many curses on their heads,
That were the authors.
2 Gent.

If the duke be guiltless,
Tis full of woe: yet I can give you inkling
Of an ensuing evil, if it fall,
Greater than this.
Gent.

Good angels keep it from us!
What may it be! You do not doubt my faith, sir!

2 Gent. This secret is so weighty, 'twill require
A strong iaith to conceal it.

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That never kuew what truth meant: I now seal it;
And with that blood will make them one day
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; God's peace be with him!
Henry the seventh succeeding, truly pitying
My father's loss, like a most royal prince,
Restor'd me to my honours, and, out of ruins,
Made my name once more noble. Now his son,
Henry the eighth, life, honour, name, and all,
That made me happy, at one stroke has taken
For ever from the world. 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 ;
A most unnatural and faithless service!
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 means to sink ye. All good people,
Pray for me! I must now forsake ye: the last hour
Of my long weary life is come upon me.
Farewell
And when you would say something that is sad,
Speak how I fell.-I have done; and God for

give me. [Exeunt Buckingham nnd I'ruin.
1 Gent. O, this is full of pity!-Sir, it calls,
I fear, too many curses on their heads,
That were the authors.
2 Gent.

If the duke be guiltless,
'Tis full of woe : yet I can give you inkling
Of an ensuing evil, if it fall,
Greater than this.
I Gent,

Good angels keep it from us!
What may it be? You do not doubt my faith, sir !

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1 Gent.

Let me have it ;
I do not talk much.
2 Gent.

I am confident;
You sball, sir: Did you not of late days hear
A buzzing, of a separation
Between the king and Katharine ?
1 Gent.

Yes, but it held not:
For when the king once heard it, out of anger
He sent command to the lord mayor, straight
To stop the rumour, and allay those tongues,
That durst disperse it.
2 Gent.

But that slander, sir,
Is found a truth now: for it grows again
Fresher than e'er it was; and held for certain,
The king will venture at it. Either the cardinal,
Or some about him near, bave, out of malice
To the good queen, possess'd him

with a scruple,
That will undo her. To confirm this too,
Cardinal Campeius is arriv'd, and lately;
As all think, for this business.
1 Gent.

'Tis the cardinal; And merely to revenge him on the emperor, For not bestowing on him, at his asking, The archbishoprick of Toledo, this is purpos’d. 2 Gent. I think, you have hit the mark: But is't

not cruel, That she should feel the smart of this! The cardinal Will have his will, and she must fall.

1 Gent. We are too open here to argue this; Let's think in private more.

(Exeunt. SCENE II. An ante-chamber in the Palace. Enter the Lord Chamberlain, reading a letter. Cham. My lord, -The horses your lordship sent for, with all the care I had, 7 saro well chosen, ridden, and furnish’d. They were young, and handsome; and of the best breed in the north. When they were ready to set out for London, a man of my lord cardinal's, by commission, and main power, took 'em from me; with this reason, -His master would be served before a subject, if not before the king : which stopped our mouths, sir. fear, he will, indeed : Well, let him hare thems He will have all, I think.

203 Enter the Dukes of NORFOLK and SUFFOLK. Nor,

Well met, my god
Lord chamberlain.
Chian.

Good day to both your graces.
Suf. How is the king employ'd!
Chem.

I left him private,
Full of sad thoughts and troubles.
Nor.

What's the cause 1
Clam. It seems, the marriage with his brother's

wife
Has trept too near his conscience.
Sus

No, bis ease
Has crept too near another lady.
Not

"Tisso;
This is the cardinal's doing, the king-cardinal:
That blind priest, like the eldest son of fortune,
Tarns what he list. The king will know him one day.
Suf. Pray God, he do! he'll never know himself

else.
Nor. How holily he works in all his business!
And with what real! Por, now he has crack'd

league
Between us and the emperor, the queen's great

nephew,
He dives into the king's soul; and there scatters
Dangers, doubts, wringing of the conscience,
Pears, and despairs, and all these for his marriage:
And, out of all these to restore the king,
He counsels a divorce: a loss of her,
That, like a jewel, has hung twenty years
About his neck, yer never lost her lustre
Of her, that loves him with that excellence,
That angels love good men with; even of het,
That, when the

greatest stroke of fortune falls, Will bless the king. And is not this course pious! Chan. Heaven keep me from such counsel! Ta

most true,
These news are every where ; every tongue speaks

them,
And every true heart weeps for't: All, that dare
Look into these affairs, see this main end,
The French king's sister. Heaveo will one day open
The king's eyes, that so long have slept upon
Sus.

And free us from his slavery.

'Tis woful.

"This bola bad man.

Ner. We had need pray,

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Enter the Dukes of NORFOLK and SUFFOLK.
Nor.

Well met, my good
Lord chamberlain.
Clam.

Good day to both your graces.
Suf. How is the king employ'd ?
Cha.

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 list. The king will know him one day.
Suf. Pray God, he do! he'll never know himself

else.
Nor. Hov holily he works in all his business!
And with what zeal! For, now he has crack'd the

league
Between us and the emperor, the queen's great

nephew,
He dives into the king's soul; and there scatters
Dangers, doubts, wringing of the conscience,
Fears, and despairs, and all these for his marriage :
And, out of all these to restore the king,
He counsels a divorce: a loss of her,
That, like a jewel, has hung twenty years
About his neck, yet never lost her lustre;
Of her, that loves him with that excellence,
That angels love good men with ; even of her,
That, when the greatest stroke of fortune falls,
Will bless the king : And is not this course pious ?
Cham. Heaven keep me from such counsel! 'Tis

most true,
These news are every where; every tongue speaks

them,
And every true heart weeps for't: All, that dare
Look into these affairs, see this main end,
The French king's sister. Heaven will one day open
The king's eyes, that so long have slept upon
This bold bad man.

And free us from his slavery.
Nor. We had need pray,

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KING HENRY VIII.

Act 2.
And heartily, for our deliverance;
Or this imperious man will work us all
From princes into pages : all men's honours
Lie in one lump before him, to be fashion'd
Into what pitch he please.
Suf.

For me, my lords,
I love him not, nor fear him; there's my creed :
As I am made without him, so I'll stand,
If the king please; his curses and his blessings
Touch me alike, they are breath I not believe in.
I knew him, and I know him; so I leave him
To him, that made him proud, the pope.
Nor.

Let's 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 y?
Chan.

Excuse me;
The king hath sent me otherwhere : besides,
You'll find a most unfit time to disturb him:
Health to your lordships.
Nor, Thanks, my good lord chamberlain.

[Ex'it Lord Chamberlain. NORFOLK opens a folding-door. The King is

discovered sitting, and reading pensively,
Suf. How sad he looks ! sure, he is much afflicted.
K. Hen. Who is there? ha?
Nor.

'Pray God, he be not angry. K. Hen. Who's there?' I say. How dare you

thrust yourselves
Into my private meditations?
Who am I? ha?

Nor. A gracious king, that pardons all offences
Malice ne'er meant: our breach of duty, this way,
Is business of estate ; in which, we come
To know your royal pleasure.
K. Hen.

You are too bold;
Go to; I'll make ye know your times of business :
Is this an hour for temporal affairs ? hal-

Enter WOLSEY and CAMPEIUS. Who's

there ? my good lord cardinal ?-o my

Wolsey,
The quiet of my wounded conscience,
Thou art a cure fit for a king. You're welcome,

[To Campeius.

Sc.2. KING HENRY VIII. %%6
Most learned reverend sir, into our kingdom
Use us, and it:-My good lord, have great care
I be not found a talker.

To Wolsey.
W..

Sir, you cannot.
I would, your grace would give us but an hour
Of private conference.

We are busy; go.

(T) Norfolk and Suffolk.
Nor. This priest has no pride in him!
Suf.

Not to speak of
I would not be so sick though for his place
But this cangot continue.

Aside

If it do,
l'il ventare one heave at him.
Suj.

1 another.

(Exeunt Norfolk and Sufolk.
Wol. Your grace has given a precedent of wisdom
Above all princes, in committing freely
Your scruple to the voice of Christendom:
Who can be angry now! what ensy reach you!
The Spaniard, tied by blood and favour to her,
Must now confess, if they have any goodness,
The trial just and noble. All the clerks,
I mean, the leamed ones, in Christian kingdoms,
Have their free voices ; Rome, the nurse of judgment,
Invited by your noble self, hath sent
Due general tongue unto us, this good man,

This just and learned priest, cardinal Caterpeius;
Whom, once more, I present unto your highness.
K. Hen. And once more, in mine arms l bid him

welcome
And thank the holy conclave for their loves;
They have sent me such a man I would have wish'd

for.
Cam. Your grace must needs deserve all strangers'

loves,
You are so noble: To your highness' hand
I tender my commission; by whose virtue,
(The court of Rome commanding,)-you, my lord
Cardinal of York, tre join'd with me their servant,
In the unpartial judging of this business.

K. Hen: Two equal men. The queen shall be
Forthwith, for what you come :- Where's

Gardiner!
Wol. I know, your majesty has always lor'd her
So dear in heart, not to deny ber that
A women of less place might ask by law,

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