as strong As shore of rock. Attend. This holy fox, That swallow'd so much treasure, and like a glass Nor. Faith, and so it did. Has done this, and 'tis well; for worthy Wolsey, granted, Ere it was ask'd: but when the way was made, 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, To plead mine innocence; for that die is on me, Which makes my whit'st part black. heaven The will of Be done in this and all things.-I obey. O! my lord Aberga'ny, fare you well. king Aber. As the duke said, The will of heaven be done, and the king's pleasure By me obey'd. Bran.. Here is a warrant from hope. 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 out, By darkening my clear sun. My lord, farewell. [Exeunt. SCENE II.-The Council-Chamber. Cornets. Enter King HENRY, Cardinal WOLSEY, the Lords of the Council, Sir THOMAS LOVELL, Officers, 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 And point by point the treasons of his master In tempting of your patience; but am bolden'd The sixth part of his substance, to be levied Is nam'd, your wars in France. This makes bold mouths: Tongues spit their duties out, and cold hearts freeze Allegiance in them: their curses now, Live where their prayers did; and it's come to pass, This tractable obedience is a slave To each incensed will. I would, your highness Would give it quick consideration, for There is no primer business. K. Hen. By my life, And for me, I have no further gone in this, than by A single voice, and that not pass'd me but To cope malicious censurers; which ever, And with a care, exempt themselves from fear: [To the Secretary. Let there be letters writ to every shire, Of the king's grace and pardon. The griev'd com mons Hardly conceive of me: let it be nois'd, Enter Surveyor. Q. Kath. I am sorry that the duke of Buckingham Is run in your displeasure. K. Hen. It grieves many : The gentleman is learn'd, and a most rare speaker; To nature none more bound; his training such, That he may furnish and instruct great teachers, And never seek for aid out of himself: yet see, As if besmear'd in hell. Sit by us; you shall hear Wol. Stand forth; and with bold spirit relate what you, Most like a careful subject, have collected The duke being at the Rose, within the parish 16 K. Hen. Go forward. Surv. Let him on. On my soul, I'll speak but truth. I told my lord the duke, by the devil's illusions The monk might be deceiv'd; and that 'twas dangerous for him, To ruminate on this so far, until It forg'd him some design, which, being believ'd, K. Hen. Of such a time: being my sworn servant, As, to the Tower, I thought, I would have play'd K. Hen. A giant traitor! SCENE III-A Room in the Palace. Enter the Lord Chamberlain, and Lord SANDS. Cham. Is't possible, the spells of France should juggle Men into such strange mysteries? Sands. New customs, Though they be never so ridiculous, A fit or two o' the face; but they are shrewd ones, For when they hold 'em, you would swear directly, Their very noses had been counsellors To Pepin or Clotharius, they keep state so. That never saw 'em pace before, the spavin Cham. Death! my lord, Their clothes are after such a pagan cut too, That, sure, they've worn out Christendom. How now? What news, sir Thomas Lovell? Lov. The reformation of our travell'd gallants, That fill the court with quarrels, talk, and tailors. Cham. I am glad 'tis there: now, I would pray our monsieurs To think an English courtier may be wise, Lov. Or pack to their old playfellows: there, I take it, They may, cum privilegio, wear away The lag-end of their lewdness, and be laugh'd at. Sands. 'Tis time to give 'em physic, their dis eases Are grown so catching. Cham. Will have of these trim vanities. Lov. What a loss our ladies Ay, marry, There will be woe indeed, lords: the sly whore Hautboys. A small table under a state for the Cardinal, a longer table for the Guests; then enter ANNE BULLEN, and divers Lords, Ladies, and Gentlewomen, as Guests, at one door; at another door, enter Sir HENRY GUILDFORD. Guild. Ladies, a general welcome from his grace Salutes ye all: this night he dedicates To fair content, and you. None here, he hopes, In all this noble bevy, has brought with her One care abroad: he would have all as merry As first, good company, good wine, good welcome Can make good people.-O, my lord! y'are tardy; Enter Lord Chamberlain, Lord SANDS, and Sn The very thought of this fair company Cham. You are young, sir Harry Guildford. Lov. O! that your lordship were but now confessor To one or two of these. Sands. Faith, how easy? Sands. As easy as a down-bed would afford it. Cham. Sweet ladies, will it please you sit? Sir Harry, |