844Of diuers witnesses, which the Duke desir'd

845To him brought viua voce to his face;

846At which appear'd against him, his Surueyor

847Sir Gilbert Pecke his Chancellour, and Iohn Car,

848Confessor to him, with that Diuell Monke,

849Hopkins, that made this mischiefe.

8502. That was hee

851That fed him with his Prophecies.

8521. The same,

853All these accus'd him strongly, which he faine

854Would haue flung from him; but indeed he could not;

855And so his Peeres vpon this euidence,

856Haue found him guilty of high Treason. Much

857He spoke, and learnedly for life: But all

858Was either pittied in him, or forgotten.

8592. After all this, how did he beare himselfe?

8601. When he was brought agen to th'Bar, to heare

861His Knell rung out, his Iudgement, he was stir'd

862With such an Agony, he sweat extreamly,

863And somthing spoke in choller, ill, and hasty:

864But he fell to himselfe againe, and sweetly,

865In all the rest shew'd a most Noble patience.

8662. I doe not thinke he feares death.

8671. Sure he does not,

868He neuer was so womanish, the cause

869He may a little grieue at.

8702. Certainly,

871The Cardinall is the end of this.

8721. Tis likely,

873By all coniectures: First Kildares Attendure;

874Then Deputy of Ireland, who remou'd

875Earle Surrey, was sent thither, and in hast too,

876Least he should helpe his Father.

8772. That tricke of State

878Was a deepe enuious one,

8791. At his returne,

880No doubt he will requite it; this is noted

881(And generally) who euer the King fauours,

882The Cardnall instantly will finde imployment,

883And farre enough from Court too.

8842. All the Commons

885Hate him perniciously, and o' my Conscience

886Wish him ten faddom deepe: This Duke as much

887They loue and doate on: call him bounteous Buckingham,

888The Mirror of all courtesie.

8931. Stay there Sir,

894And see the noble ruin'd man you speake of.

8952. Let's stand close and behold him.

896Buck. All good people,

897You that thus farre haue come to pitty me;

898Heare what I say, and then goe home and lose me.

899I haue this day receiu'd a Traitors iudgement,

900And by that name must dye; yet Heauen beare witnes,

901And if I haue a Conscience, let it sincke me,

902Euen as the Axe falls, if I be not faithfull.

903The Law I beare no mallice for my death,

904T'has done vpon the premises, but Iustice:

905But those that sought it, I could wish more Christians:

906(Be what they will) I heartily forgiue 'em;

907Yet let 'em looke they glory not in mischiefe;

908Nor build their euils on the graues of great men;

909For then, my guiltlesse blood must cry against 'em.

910For further life in this world I ne're hope,

911Nor will I sue, although the King haue mercies

912More then I dare make faults.

913You few that lou'd me,

914And dare be bold to weepe for Buckingham,

915His Noble Friends and Fellowes; whom to leaue

916Is only bitter to him, only dying:

917Goe with me like good Angels to my end,

918And as the long diuorce of Steele fals on me,

919Make of your Prayers one sweet Sacrifice,

920And lift my Soule to Heauen.

921Lead on a Gods name.

922Louell. I doe beseech your Grace, for charity

923If euer any malice in your heart

924Were hid against me, now to forgiue me frankly.

925Buck. Sir Thomas Louell, I as free forgiue you

926As I would be forgiuen: I forgiue all.

927There cannot be those numberlesse offences

928Gainst me, that I cannot take peace with:

929No blacke Enuy shall make my Graue.

930Commend mee to his Grace:

931And if he speake of Buckingham; pray tell him,

932You met him halfe in Heauen: my vowes and prayers

933Yet are the Kings; and till my Soule forsake,

934Shall cry for blessings on him. May he liue

935Longer then I haue time to tell his yeares;

936Euer belou'd and louing, may his Rule be;

937And when old Time shall lead him to his end,

938Goodnesse and he, fill vp one Monument.

939Lou. To th'water side I must conduct your Grace;

940Then giue my Charge vp to Sir Nicholas Vaux,

941Who vndertakes you to your end.

942Vaux. Prepare there,

943The Duke is comming: See the Barge be ready;

944And fit it with such furniture as suites

945The Greatnesse of his Person.

946Buck. Nay, Sir Nicholas,

947Let it alone; my State now will but mocke me.

948When I came hither, I was Lord High Constable,

949And Duke of Buckingham: now, poore Edward Bohun;

950Yet I am richer then my base Accusers,

951That neuer knew what Truth meant: I now seale it;

952And with that bloud will make 'em one day groane for't.

953My noble Father Henry of Buckingham,

954Who first rais'd head against Vsurping Richard,

955Flying for succour to his Seruant Banister,

956Being distrest; was by that wretch betraid,

957And without Tryall, fell; Gods peace be with him.

958Henry the Seauenth succeeding, truly pittying

959My Fathers losse; like a most Royall Prince

960Restor'd me to my Honours: and out of ruines

961Made my Name once more Noble. Now his Sonne,

962Henry the Eight, Life, Honour, Name and all

963That made me happy; at one stroake ha's taken

964For euer from the World. I had my Tryall,

965And must needs say a Noble one; which makes me

966A little happier then my wretched Father:

967Yet thus farre we are one in Fortunes; both

968Fell by our Seruants, by those Men we lou'd most:

969A most vnnaturall and faithlesse Seruice.

970Heauen ha's an end in all: yet, you that heare me,

971This from a dying man receiue as certaine:

972Where you are liberall of your loues and Councels,

973Be sure you be not loose; for those you make friends,