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Honour and plenteous safety,) that you read
What his high hatred would effect wants not
You'll find it wholesome. Lo, where comes that rock That I advise your shunning.
Enter CARDINAL WOLSEY, (the purse borne before him,) certain of the Guard, and Two Secretaries with papers. The CARDINAL in his passage fixeth his eye on BUCKINGHAM, and BUCKINGHAM on him, both full of disdain.
Wol. The duke of Buckingham's surveyor? ha? Where 's his examination?
Here, so please you.
Wol. Is he in person ready?
Ay, please your grace.
Wol. Well, we shall then know more; and Buck
Shall lessen this big look.
[Exeunt WOLSEY and Train. Buck. This butcher's cur is venom-mouth'd, and I Have not the power to muzzle him; therefore, best Not wake him in his slumber. A beggar's book Out-worths a noble's blood.
What, are you chaf'd?
Ask God for temperance; that's the appliance only
He bores a me with some trick: He's gone to the king;
As you would to your friend.
More stronger to direct you than yourself;
If with the sap of reason you would quench,
I am thankful to you: and I'll go along
To be corrupt and treasonous.
Say not treasonous.
a Bores-wounds-thrusts. So in the Winter's Tale:" "Now the ship boring the moon with her mainmast.'
Buck. To the king I 'll say 't; and make my vouch as strong
As shore of rock. Attend.
This holy fox,
Or wolf, or both, (for he is equal ravenous
That swallow'd so much treasure, and like a glass
'Faith, and so it did.
Buck. Pray, give me favour, sir. This cunning
The articles o' the combination drew
As himself pleas'd; and they were ratified,
As he cried, Thus let be: to as much end,
As give a crutch to the dead: But our count-cardinal Has done this, and 't is well; for worthy Wolsey, Now this follows,
Who cannot err, he did it.
(Which, as I take it, is a kind of puppy
To the old dam, treason,)-Charles the emperor,
a Suggests excites.
b Rinsing-in the original wrenching.
That he would please to alter the king's course,
I am sorry
No, not a syllable;
I do pronounce him in that very shape
He shall appear in proof.
Enter BRANDON; a Sergeant at Arms before him, and two or three of the Guard.
Bran. Your office, sergeant; execute it.
The net has fallen upon me;
Lo you, my lord,
I shall perish
I am sorry
To see you ta'en from liberty, to look on
The business present: 'T is his highness' pleasure,
It will help me nothing
Be done in this and all things!—I obey.—
b Practice-artifice. So in Othello :'
The will of
"Fallen in the practice of a curs'd slave."
Bran. Nay, he must bear you company :-The king [To ABERGAVENNY. Is pleas'd you shall to the Tower, till you know How he determines further.
As the duke said,
Here is a warrant from
The king, to attach lord Montacute; and the bodies
These are the limbs of the plot: no more, I hope.
O, Michael Hopkins?
Buck. My surveyor is false; the o'er-great cardinal Hath show'd him gold: my life is spann'd already : I am the shadow of poor Buckingham; Whose figure even this instant cloud puts on, By dark'ning my clear sun.-My lords, farewell. [Exeunt.
SCENE II.-The Council-Chamber.
Cornets. Enter KING HENRY, CARDINAL WOLSEY, the Lords of the Council, SIR THOMAS LOVELL, Officers, and Attendants. The KING enters, leaning on the CARDINAL's shoulder.
K. Hen. My life itself, and the best heart of it,