Henry The Eighth (Folio 1, 1623)
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Actus Secundus. Scena Prima.
820
Enter two Gentlemen at seuerall Doores.
¶Eu'n to the Hall, to heare what shall become
¶Of the great Duke of Buckingham.
¶That labour Sir. All's now done but the Ceremony
¶Of bringing backe the Prisoner.
¶2. Were you there?
¶1. Yes indeed was I.
¶2. Is he found guilty?
¶1. Yes truely is he,
¶And condemn'd vpon't.
¶1. So are a number more.
¶1. Ile tell you in a little. The great Duke
¶Came to the Bar; where, to his accusations
840He pleaded still not guilty, and alleadged
¶The Kings Atturney on the contrary,
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.
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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,
¶And giue your hearts to; when they once perceiue
975The least rub in your fortunes, fall away
¶Like water from ye, neuer found againe
¶But where they meane to sinke ye: all good people
¶Of my long weary life is come vpon me:
¶Speake how I fell.
¶I haue done; and God forgiue me.
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Exeunt Duke and Traine.
¶1. O, this is full of pitty; Sir, it cals
985I feare, too many curses on their heads
¶That were the Authors.
¶'Tis full of woe: yet I can giue you inckling
¶Of an ensuing euill, if it fall,
990Greater then this.
¶1. Good Angels keepe it from vs:
¶What may it be? you doe not doubt my faith Sir?
¶A strong faith to conceale it.
9951. Let me haue it:
¶I doe not talke much.
¶2. I am confident;
¶You shall Sir: Did you not of late dayes heare
¶A buzzing of a Separation
1000Betweene the King and Katherine?
¶1. Yes, but it held not;
¶For when the King once heard it, out of anger
¶Is found a truth now: for it growes agen
¶Fresher then e're it was; and held for certaine
¶The King will venture at it. Either the Cardinall,
1010Or some about him neere, haue out of malice
¶That will vndoe her: To confirme this too,
¶Cardinall Campeius is arriu'd, and lately,
¶As all thinke for this busines.
10151. Tis the Cardinall;
¶And meerely to reuenge him on the Emperour,
¶The Archbishopricke of Toledo, this is purpos'd.
¶2. I thinke
1020You haue hit the marke; but is't not cruell,
¶1. 'Tis wofull.
¶Wee are too open heere to argue this:
1025Let's thinke in priuate more.
Exeunt.
