Arreft thee of high treafon, in the name Buck. Lo you, my Lord, The net has fall'n upon me; I fhall perish "Under device and practice. Bran. I am forry To fee you ta'en from liberty, to look on- Buck. It will help me nothing To plead mine innocence; for that dye is on me Heav'n Be done in this and all things. I obey. O my Lord Aberga'ny, fare ye well. The will of Bran. Nay, he must bear you company. The King [To Aberg. Is pleas'd you fhall to th' Tower, till you know How he determines further. Aber. As the Duke faid, The will of Heav'n he done, and the King's pleasure By me obey'd. Bran. Here is a warrant from The King attach Lord Montague, and the bodies Euck. So, lo;* Thefe are the limbs o' th' plot. No more, I hope? Eran. A rok oth' Chartreux. Euck. Nicholas Hopkins. Bran. He Buck. My Surveyor is false; the o'er-grea: Cardinal Whofe figure ev'n this intan cloud puts on, [Exeunt. Changes to the Council-Chamber Cornet. Enter King Henry, leaning on the Cardinal's boulder; the Nobles, and Sir Thomas Lovel. The Cardinal places himself under the King's feet, on his right-fide. King My life itfelf, and the best heart of it, And point by point the treasons of his master A noife within, crying, Room for the Queen. Enter the Queen, ubered by the Dukes of Norfolk and Suffolk: e-kneels; the King rifeth from his ftate, takes her up, kiffes and places her by him. Queen. Nay, we must longer kneel; I am a fuitor. King. Arife, and take your place by us. Half your Never name to us, you have half our power; [fuit The other moiety, ere you afk, is given: Repeat your will, and take it. Queen. Thank your Majefty. -That you would love yourfelf, and in that love Not unconfider'd leave your honour, nor The dignity of your office, is the point Of my petition. "King. Lady mine, proceed. Queen. I am follicited, not by a few, And those of true condition, that your fübjects Are in great grievance. There have been com millions Sent down among 'em, which have flaw'd the heart Of these exactions; yet the King our master, B Whofe honour. Heav'n fhield from foil, ev'n he 'fcapes not Language unmannerly; yea fuch which breaks Nor. Not almost appears, It doth appear; for, upon thefe taxations, King. Taxation? Wherein? and what taxation? My Lord Cardinal, You, that are blam'd for it alike with us, Know you of this taxation? Wol. Please you, Sir, I know but of a fingle part in aught Pertains to th' ftate, and front but in that file Queen. No, my Lord, You know no more than others; but you frame Things that are known alike, which are not wholfome To thofe which would not know them, and yet must King. Still exaction ! 1 The nature of it? In what kind let's know 2 Queen. I am much too vent'rous In tempting of your patience, but am bolden'd Under your promis'd pardon. The fubjects' grief Comes thro' commiflions, which compel from each The fixth part of his fubftance, to be levy'd Without delay; and the pretence for this Is nam'd, your wars in France. This makes bold mouths, Tongues fpit their duties out, and cold hearts freeze. Allegiance in them; all their curses now Live where their pray'rs did; and its come to pass, To each incensed will. I would your Highness King. By my life This is against our pleasure. I have no further gone in this, than by If I'm traduc'd by tongues which neither know The chronicles of my doing; let me fay To cope malicious cenfurers; which ever That is new trimm'd, but benefit no further ot ours, or not allow'd; what worft, as oft King. Things done well; And with a care, exempt themselves from fear; The air will drink the fap. To ev'ry county I put it to your care. Wol. A word with you.. Pray, look to’t; [To the Secretary, Let there be letters writ to ev'ry fhire, Of the King's grace and pardon. The griev'd Com Hardly conceive of me; let it be nois'd, [mons, That, through our interceffion, this revokement And pardon comes; I fhall anon advise you Further in the proceeding. [Exit Secretary; S CEN E V. Enter Surveyor. Queen. I'm forry that the Duke of Buckingham Is run in your difpleasure. King. It grieves many... The gentleman is learn'd, a moft rare speaker, To nature none more bound; his training fuch, That he may furnish and inftruét great teachers, And never feek for ad out of himself. Yet fee, when noble benefits * fhall prove Not well difpos'd, the mind growing once corrupt,. We cannot feel too little, hear too much. Wol Stand forth, and with bold spirit relate what Moft-like a careful subject, have collected [you, Great gifts of nature and education, not joined with goed ditpofitions. Jobrfen. |