Henry The Eighth (Folio 1, 1623)
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The Life of King Henry the Eight.845To him brought viua voce to his face;
¶At which appear'd against him, his Surueyor
¶Sir Gilbert Pecke his Chancellour, and Iohn Car,
¶Hopkins, that made this mischiefe.
8502. That was hee
¶That fed him with his Prophecies.
¶Would haue flung from him; but indeed he could not;
855And so his Peeres vpon this euidence,
¶Haue found him guilty of high Treason. Much
¶He spoke, and learnedly for life: But all
¶Was either pittied in him, or forgotten.
8601. When he was brought agen to th'Bar, to heare
¶His Knell rung out, his Iudgement, he was stir'd
¶2. I doe not thinke he feares death.
¶1. Sure he does not,
¶He may a little grieue at.
8702. Certainly,
¶The Cardinall is the end of this.
¶1. Tis likely,
¶By all coniectures: First Kildares Attendure;
¶Then Deputy of Ireland, who remou'd
¶2. That tricke of State
¶Was a deepe enuious one,
¶1. At his returne,
880No doubt he will requite it; this is noted
¶(And generally) who euer the King fauours,
¶The Cardnall instantly will finde imployment,
¶And farre enough from Court too.
¶2. All the Commons
¶Wish him ten faddom deepe: This Duke as much
¶They loue and doate on: call him bounteous Buckingham,
¶The Mirror of all courtesie.
¶
Enter Buckingham from his Arraignment, Tipstaues before
890him, the Axe with the edge towards him, Halberds on each
¶side, accompanied with Sir Thomas Louell, Sir Nicholas
¶Vaux, Sir Walter Sands, and common people, &c.
¶1. Stay there Sir,
¶Buck. All good people,
¶You that thus farre haue come to pitty me;
¶I haue this day receiu'd a Traitors iudgement,
900And by that name must dye; yet Heauen beare witnes,
¶Euen as the Axe falls, if I be not faithfull.
¶The Law I beare no mallice for my death,
¶(Be what they will) I heartily forgiue 'em;
¶Yet let 'em looke they glory not in mischiefe;
¶Nor build their euils on the graues of great men;
910For further life in this world I ne're hope,
¶Nor will I sue, although the King haue mercies
¶More then I dare make faults.
¶You few that lou'd me,
¶And dare be bold to weepe for Buckingham,
915His Noble Friends and Fellowes; whom to leaue
¶Is only bitter to him, only dying:
¶Goe with me like good Angels to my end,
¶And as the long diuorce of Steele fals on me,
¶Make of your Prayers one sweet Sacrifice,
920And lift my Soule to Heauen.
¶Lead on a Gods name.
¶If euer any malice in your heart
¶Were hid against me, now to forgiue me frankly.
925Buck. Sir Thomas Louell, I as free forgiue you
¶As I would be forgiuen: I forgiue all.
¶Gainst me, that I cannot take peace with:
¶No blacke Enuy shall make my Graue.
930Commend mee to his Grace:
¶And if he speake of Buckingham; pray tell him,
¶You met him halfe in Heauen: my vowes and prayers
¶Yet are the Kings; and till my Soule forsake,
935Longer then I haue time to tell his yeares;
¶Euer belou'd and louing, may his Rule be;
¶And when old Time shall lead him to his end,
940Then giue my Charge vp to Sir Nicholas Vaux,
¶Who vndertakes you to your end.
¶Vaux. Prepare there,
¶The Duke is comming: See the Barge be ready;
¶Buck. Nay, Sir Nicholas,
¶Let it alone; my State now will but mocke me.
¶When I came hither, I was Lord High Constable,
¶And Duke of Buckingham: now, poore Edward Bohun;
¶That neuer knew what Truth meant: I now seale it;
¶And with that bloud will make 'em one day groane for't.
¶My noble Father Henry of Buckingham,
¶And without Tryall, fell; Gods peace be with him.
¶Henry the Seauenth succeeding, truly pittying
960Restor'd me to my Honours: and out of ruines
¶Made my Name once more Noble. Now his Sonne,
¶Henry the Eight, Life, Honour, Name and all
¶That made me happy; at one stroake ha's taken
¶For euer from the World. I had my Tryall,
¶A little happier then my wretched Father:
¶Yet thus farre we are one in Fortunes; both
970Heauen ha's an end in all: yet, you that heare me,
¶This from a dying man receiue as certaine:
¶Where you are liberall of your loues and Councels,
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