Whither away so fast?

O, God save ye;

2.1.3823EEv'n to the hall to hear what shall become

2.1.4824Of the great Duke of Buckingham.

I'll save you

2.1.6826That labor, sir. All's now done but the ceremony

2.1.7827Of bringing back the prisoner.

Were you there?

Yes, indeed was I.

Pray, speak what has happened.

You may guess quickly what.

Is he found guilty?

Yes, truly is he,

2.1.14834And condemned upon't.

I am sorry for't.

So are a number more.

But pray, how passed it?

I'll tell you in a little. The great duke

2.1.19839Came to the bar where, to his accusations,

2.1.20840He pleaded still not guilty, and alleged

2.1.21841Many sharp reasons to defeat the law.

2.1.22842The king's attorney, on the contrary,

2.1.23843Urged on the examinations, proofs, confessions

2.1.24844Of divers witnesses, which the duke desired

2.1.25845To him brought viva voce to his face;

2.1.26846At which appeared against him his surveyor,

2.1.27847Sir Gilbert Peck his chancellor, and John Carr,

2.1.28848Confessor to him, with that devil monk,

2.1.29849Hopkins, that made this mischief.

That was he

2.1.31851That fed him with his prophecies?

The same.

2.1.33853All these accused him strongly, which he fain

2.1.34854Would have flung from him, but indeed he could not.

2.1.35855And so his peers, upon this evidence,

2.1.36856Have found him guilty of high treason. Much

2.1.37857He spoke, and learnedly, for life, but all

2.1.38858Was either pitied in him, or forgotten.

After all this how did he bear himself?

When he was brought again to th'bar, to hear

2.1.41861His knell rung out, his judgement, he was stirred

2.1.42862With such an agony, he sweat extremely,

2.1.43863And something spoke in choler, ill, and hasty;

2.1.44864But he fell to himself again, and sweetly

2.1.45865In all the rest showed a most noble patience.

I do not think he fears death.

Sure he does not;

2.1.48868He never was so womanish. The cause

2.1.49869He may a little grieve at.

Certainly

2.1.51871The cardinal is the end of this.

'Tis likely

2.1.53873By all conjectures: first Kildare's attainder,

2.1.54874Then Deputy of Ireland, who removed,

2.1.55875Earl Surrey was sent thither, and in haste too,

2.1.56876Lest he should help his father.

That trick of state

2.1.58878Was a deep, envious one.

At his return

2.1.60880No doubt he will requite it. This is noted

2.1.61881(And generally), whoever the king favors

2.1.62882The cardinal instantly will find employment,

2.1.63883And far enough from court, too.

All the commons

2.1.65885Hate him perniciously and, o' my conscience,

2.1.66886Wish him ten fathom deep. This duke as much

2.1.67887They love and dote on, call him 'bounteous Buckingham,

2.1.68888The mirror of all courtesy.'

Stay there, sir,

2.1.70894And see the noble ruined man you speak of.

Let's stand close and behold him.

All good people:

2.1.73897You that thus far have come to pity me,

2.1.74898Hear what I say, and then go home and lose me.

2.1.75899I have this day received a traitor's judgement,

2.1.76900And by that name must die; yet heaven bear witness,

2.1.77901And if I have a conscience, let it sink me,

2.1.78902Even as the axe falls, if I be not faithful.

2.1.79903The law I bear no malice for my death.

2.1.80904'T has done upon the premises but justice.

2.1.81905But those that sought it I could wish more Christians

2.1.82906(Be what they will), I heartily forgive 'em.

2.1.83907Yet let 'em look they glory not in mischief,

2.1.84908Nor build their evils on the graves of great men;

2.1.85909For then my guiltless blood must cry against 'em.

2.1.86910For further life in this world I ne'er hope,

2.1.87911Nor will I sue, although the king have mercies

2.1.88912More than I dare make faults.

2.1.89913You few that loved me,

2.1.90914And dare be bold to weep for Buckingham,

2.1.91915His noble friends and fellows, whom to leave

2.1.92916Is only bitter to him, only dying:

2.1.93917Go with me like good angels to my end,

2.1.94918And as the long divorce of steel falls on me,

2.1.95919Make of your prayers one sweet sacrifice

2.1.96920And lift my soul to heaven.

2.1.97921Lead on, a God's name.

I do beseech your grace, for charity,

2.1.99923If ever any malice in your heart

2.1.100924Were hid against me, now to forgive me frankly.

Sir Thomas Lovell, I as free forgive you

2.1.102926As I would be forgiven; I forgive all.

2.1.103927There cannot be those numberless offences

2.1.104928'Gainst me that I cannot take peace with.

2.1.105929No black envy shall make my grave.

2.1.106930Commend me to his grace,

2.1.107931And if he speak of Buckingham, pray tell him

2.1.108932You met him half in heaven. My vows and prayers

2.1.109933Yet are the king's, and till my soul forsake

2.1.110934Shall cry for blessings on him. May he live

2.1.111935Longer then I have time to tell his years,

2.1.112936Ever beloved and loving may his rule be;

2.1.113937And when old time shall lead him to his end,

2.1.114938Goodness and he fill up one monument.

To th' waterside I must conduct your grace,

2.1.116940Then give my charge up to Sir Nicholas Vaux,

2.1.117941Who undertakes you to your end.

Prepare there,

2.1.119943The duke is coming! See the barge be ready,

2.1.120944And fit it with such furniture as suits

2.1.121945The greatness of his person.

Nay, Sir Nicholas,

2.1.123947Let it alone; my state now will but mock me.

2.1.124948When I came hither I was Lord High Constable

2.1.125949And Duke of Buckingham: now, poor Edward Bohun.

2.1.126950Yet I am richer then my base accusers,

2.1.127951That never knew what truth meant. I now seal it,

2.1.128952And with that blood will make 'em one day groan for't.

2.1.129953My noble father, Henry of Buckingham,

2.1.130954Who first raised head against usurping Richard;

2.1.131955Flying for succor to his servant Banister,

2.1.132956Being distressed, was by that wretch betrayed,

2.1.133957And without trial fell. God's peace be with him.

2.1.134958Henry the Seventh succeeding, truly pitying

2.1.135959My father's loss, like a most royal prince

2.1.136960Restored me to my honors; and out of ruins

2.1.137961Made my name once more noble. Now his son,

2.1.138962Henry the Eighth, life, honor, name, and all

2.1.139963That made me happy, at one stroke has taken

2.1.140964Forever from the world. I had my trial,

2.1.141965And must needs say a noble one, which makes me

2.1.142966A little happier than my wretched father.

2.1.143967Yet thus far we are one in fortunes: both

2.1.144968Fell by our servants, by those men we loved most;

2.1.145969A most unnatural and faithless service.

2.1.146970Heaven has an end in all. Yet you that hear me,

2.1.147971This from a dying man receive as certain:

2.1.148972Where you are liberal of your loves and counsels,

2.1.149973Be sure you be not loose, for those you make friends

2.1.150974And give your hearts to, when they once perceive

2.1.151975The least rub in your fortunes, fall away

2.1.152976Like water from ye, never found again

2.1.153977But where they mean to sink ye. All good people

2.1.154978Pray for me. I must now forsake ye. The last hour

2.1.155979Of my long weary life is come upon me.

2.1.156980Farewell, and when you would say something that is sad,

2.1.157981Speak how I fell.

2.1.158982I have done, and God forgive me.

Oh, this is full of pity! Sir, it calls,

2.1.160985I fear, too many curses on their heads

2.1.161986That were the authors.

If the duke be guiltless

2.1.163988'Tis full of woe; yet I can give you inkling

2.1.164989Of an ensuing evil if it fall

2.1.165990Greater than this.

Good angels keep it from us;

2.1.167992What may it be? You do not doubt my faith, sir?

This secret is so weighty 'twill require

2.1.169994A strong faith to conceal it.

Let me have it;

2.1.171996I do not talk much.

I am confident

2.1.173998You shall, sir. Did you not of late days hear

2.1.174999A buzzing of a separation

2.1.1751000Between the king and Katherine?

Yes, but it held not,

2.1.1771002For when the king once heard it, out of anger

2.1.1781003He sent command to the Lord Mayor straight

2.1.1791004To stop the rumor and allay those tongues

2.1.1801005That durst disperse it.

But that slander, sir,

2.1.1821007Is found a truth now for it grows again

2.1.1831008Fresher then e'er it was, and held for certain

2.1.1841009The King will venture at it. Either the cardinal,

2.1.1851010Or some about him near have, out of malice

2.1.1861011To the good queen, possessed him with a scruple

2.1.1871012That will undo her. To confirm this, too,

2.1.1881013Cardinal Campeius is arrived and lately,

2.1.1891014As all think for this business.

'Tis the cardinal;

2.1.1911016And merely to revenge him on the emperor

2.1.1921017For not bestowing on him at his asking

2.1.1931018he Archbishopric of Toledo this is purposed.

I think

2.1.1951020You have hit the mark. But is't not cruel

2.1.1961021That she should feel the smart of this? The cardinal

2.1.1971022Will have his will and she must fall.

'Tis woeful.

2.1.1991024We are too open here to argue this;

1025Let's think in private more.