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The Famous History of the Life of King HENRY the Eight.
THE PROLOGVE. I Come no more to make you laugh, Things now, T at beare a Weighty, and a Serious Brow, Sad, high, and working, full of State and Woe: Such Noble Scœnes, as draw the Eye to flow
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We now present. Those that can Pitty, heere May (if they thinke it well) let fall a Teare, The Subiect will deserue it. Such as giue Their Money out of hope they may beleeue, May heere finde Truth too. Those that come to see
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Onely a show or two, and so a gree, The Play may passe: if they be still, and willing, Ile vndertake may see away their shilling Richly in two short houres. Onely they That come to heare a Merry, Bawdy Play,
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A noyse of Targets: Or to see a Fellow In a long Motley Coate, garded with Yellow,

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Will be deceyu'd. For gentle Hear s, know To ranke our chosen Truth with such a show As Foole, and Fight is, beside forfeyting
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Our owne Braines, and the Opinion that we bring To make that onely true, we now intend, Will leaue vs neuer an vnderstanding Friend. Therefore, for Goodnesse sake, and as you are knowne The First and Happiest Hearers of the Towne,
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Be sad, as we would make ye. Thinke ye see The very Persons of our Noble Story, As they were Liuing: Thinke you see them Great, And follow'd with the generall throng, and sweat Of thousand Friends: Then, in a moment, see
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How soone this Mightinesse, meets Misery: And if you can be merry then, Ile say, A Man may weepe vpon his Wedding day.
Actus Primus. Scœna Prima. [Act 1, Scene 1] Enter the Duke of Norfolke at one doore. At the other, the Duke of Buckingham, and the Lord Aburgauenny. Buckingham. GOod morrow, and well met. How haue ye done Since last we saw in France? Norf.
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I thanke your Grace: Healthfull, and euer since a fresh Admirer Of what I saw there.
Buck. An vntimely Ague Staid me a Prisoner in my Chamber, when
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Those Sunnes of Glory, those two Lights of Men Met in the vale of Andren.
Nor. 'Twixt Guynes and Arde, I was then present, saw them salute on Horsebacke, Beheld them when they lighted, how they clung
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In their Embracement, as they grew together, Which had they, What foure Thron'd ones could haue weigh'd Such a compounded one?
Buck. All the whole time
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I was my Chambers Prisoner.
Nor. Then you lost The view of earthly glory: Men might say Till this time Pompe was single, but now married To one aboue it selfe. Each following day
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Became the next dayes master, till the last Made former Wonders, it's. To day the French, All Clinquant all in Gold, like Heathen Gods Shone downe the English; and to morrow, they Made Britaine, India: Euery man that stood,
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Shew d like a Mine. Their Dwarfish Pages were As Cherubins, all gilt: the Madams too, Not vs'd to toyle, did almost sweat to beare The Pride vpon them, that their very labour Was to them, as a Painting. Now this Maske
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Was cry'de incompareable; and th'ensuing night Made it a Foole, and Begger. The two Kings Equall in lustre, were now best, now worst As presence did present them: Him in eye, Still him in praise, and being present both,
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'Twas said they saw but one, and no Discerner Durst wagge his Tongue in censure, when these Sunnes (For so they phrase 'em) by their Heralds challeng'd The Noble Spirits to Armes, they did performe t3 Beyond

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Actus Primus. Scœna Prima. [Act 1, Scene 1] Enter the Duke of Norfolke at one doore. At the other, the Duke of Buckingham, and the Lord Aburgauenny. Buckingham. GOod morrow, and well met. How haue ye done Since last we saw in France? Norf.
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I thanke your Grace: Healthfull, and euer since a fresh Admirer Of what I saw there.
Buck. An vntimely Ague Staid me a Prisoner in my Chamber, when
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Those Sunnes of Glory, those two Lights of Men Met in the vale of Andren.
Nor. 'Twixt Guynes and Arde, I was then present, saw them salute on Horsebacke, Beheld them when they lighted, how they clung
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In their Embracement, as they grew together, Which had they, What foure Thron'd ones could haue weigh'd Such a compounded one?
Buck. All the whole time
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I was my Chambers Prisoner.
Nor. Then you lost The view of earthly glory: Men might say Till this time Pompe was single, but now married To one aboue it selfe. Each following day
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Became the next dayes master, till the last Made former Wonders, it's. To day the French, All Clinquant all in Gold, like Heathen Gods Shone downe the English; and to morrow, they Made Britaine, India: Euery man that stood,
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Shew d like a Mine. Their Dwarfish Pages were As Cherubins, all gilt: the Madams too, Not vs'd to toyle, did almost sweat to beare The Pride vpon them, that their very labour Was to them, as a Painting. Now this Maske
[65]
Was cry'de incompareable; and th'ensuing night Made it a Foole, and Begger. The two Kings Equall in lustre, were now best, now worst As presence did present them: Him in eye, Still him in praise, and being present both,
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'Twas said they saw but one, and no Discerner Durst wagge his Tongue in censure, when these Sunnes (For so they phrase 'em) by their Heralds challeng'd The Noble Spirits to Armes, they did performe Beyond thoughts Compasse, that former fabulous Storie
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Being now seene, possible enough, got credit That Beuis was beleeu'd.
Buc. Oh you go farre. Nor. As I belong to worship, and affect In Honor, Honesty, the tract of eu'ry thing,
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Would by a good Discourser loose some life, Which Actions selfe, was tongue too.
Buc. All was Royall, To the disposing of it nought rebell'd, Order gaue each thing view. The Office did
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Distinctly his full Function: who did guide, I meane who set the Body, and the Limbes Of this great Sport together?
Nor. As you guesse: One certes, that promises no Element
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In such a businesse.
Buc. I pray you who, my Lord ? Nor. All this was ordred by the good Discretion Of the right Reuerend Cardinall of Yorke. Buc. The diuell speed him: No mans Pye is freed
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From his Ambitious finger. What had he To do in these fierce Vanities ? I wonder, That such a Keech can with his very bulke Take vp the Rayes o'th'beneficiall Sun, And keepe it from the Earth.
Nor.
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Surely Sir, There's in him stuffe, that put's him to these ends: For being not propt by Auncestry, whose grace Chalkes Successors their way; nor call'd vpon For high feats done to'th'Crowne; neither Allied
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To eminent Assistants; but Spider‑like Out of his Selfe‑drawing Web. O giues vs note, The force of his owne merit makes his way A guift that heauen giues for him, which buyes A place next to the King.
Abur.
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I cannot tell What Heauen hath giuen him: let some Grauer eye Pierce into that, but I can see his Pride Peepe through each part of him: whence ha's he that, If not from Hell? The Diuell is a Niggard,
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Or ha's giuen all before, and he begins A new Hell in himselfe.
Buc. Why the Diuell, Vpon this French going out, tooke he vpon him (Without the priuity o'th'King) t'appoint
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Who should attend on him? He makes vp the File Of all the Gentry; for the most part such To whom as great a Charge, as little Honor He meant to lay vpon: and his owne Letter The Honourable Boord of Councell, out
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Must fetch him in, he Papers.
Abur. I do know Kinsmen of mine, three at the least, that haue By this, so sicken'd their Estates, that neuer They shall abound as formerly. Buc.
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O many Haue broke their backes with laying Mannors on 'em For this great Iourney. What did this vanity But minister communication of A most poore issue.
Nor.
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Greeuingly I thinke, The Peace betweene the French and vs, not valewes The Cost that did conclude it.
Buc. Euery man, After the hideous storme that follow'd, was
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A thing Inspir'd, and not consulting, broke Into a generall Prophesie; That this Tempest Dashing the Garment of this Peace, aboaded The sodaine breach on't.
Nor. Which is budded out,
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For France hath flaw'd the League, and hath attach'd Our Merchants goods at Burdeux.
Abur. Is it therefore An ink mark follows the end of this line. Th'Ambassador is silenc'd? Nor. Marry is't. Abur.
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A proper Title of a Peace, and purchas'd An ink mark follows the end of this line. At a superfluous rate.
Buc. Why all this Businesse Our Reuerend Cardinall carried. Nor. Like it your Grace,
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The State takes notice of the priuate difference Betwixt you, and the Cardinall. I aduise you (And take it from a heart, that wishes towards you Honor, and plenteous safety) that you reade The Cardinals Malice, and his Potency
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Together; To consider further, that What his high Hatred would effect, wants not A Minister in his Power. You know his Nature, That he's Reuengefull; and I know, his Sword Hath a sharpe edge: It's long, and't may be saide
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It reaches farre, and where 'twill not extend, Thither he darts it. Bosome vp my counsell, You'l finde it wholesome. Loe, where comes that Rock That I aduice your shunning.
Enter Cardinall Wolsey, the Purse borne before him, certaine of the Guard, and two Secretaries with Papers: The Cardinall in his passage, fixeth bis eye on Buck­ ham, and Buckingham on him, both full of disdaine. Car. The Duke of Buckinghams Surueyor? Ha?
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Where's his Examination?
Secr. Heere so please you. Car. Is he in person, ready ? Secr. I, please your Grace. Car. Well, we shall then know more, & Buckingham
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Shall lessen this bigge looke.
Exeunt Cardinall, and his Traine. Buc. This Butchers Curre is venom'd‑mouth'd, and I Haue not the power to muzzle him, therefore best Not wake him in his slumber. A Beggers booke, Out‑worths a Nobles blood. Nor.
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What are you chaff'd? Aske God for Temp'rance, that's th'appliance onely Which your disease requires.
Buc. I read in's looks Matter against me, and his eye reuil'd
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Me as his abiect obiect, at this instant He bores me with some tricke; He's gone to'th'King: Ile follow, and out‑stare him.
Nor. Stay my Lord, And let your Reason with your Choller question
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What 'tis you go about: to climbe steepe hilles Requires slow pace at first. Anger is like A full hot Horse, who being allow'd his way Selfe‑mettle tyres him: Not a man in England Can aduise me like you: Be to your selfe,
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As you would to your Friend.
Buc. Ile to the King, And from a mouth of Honor, quite cry downe This Ipswich fellowes insolence; or proclaime, There's difference in no persons. Norf.
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Be aduis'd; Heat not a Furnace for your foe so hot That it do sindge your selfe. We may out‑runne By violent swiftnesse that which we run at; And lose by ouer‑running: know you not,
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The fire that mounts the liquor til't run ore, In seeming to augment it, wasts it: be aduis'd; I say againe there is no English Soule More stronger to direct you then your selfe; If with the sap of reason you would quench,
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Or but allay the fire of passion.
Buck. Sir, I am thankfull to you, and Ile goe along By your prescription: but this top‑proud fellow, Whom from the flow of gall I name not, but
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From sincere motions, by Intelligence, And proofes as cleere as Founts in Iuly, when Wee see each graine of grauell; I doe know To be corrupt and treasonous.
Norf. Say not treasonous. Buck.
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To th'King Ile say't, & make my vouch as strong As shore of Rocke: attend. This holy Foxe, Or Wolfe, or both (for he is equall rau'nous As he is subtile, and as prone to mischiefe, As able to perform't) his minde, and place
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Infecting one another, yea reciprocally, Only to shew his pompe, as well in France, As here at home, suggests the King our Master To this last costly Treaty: Th'enteruiew, That swallowed so much treasure, and like a glasse
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Did breake ith'wrenching.
Norf. Faith, and so it did. Buck. Pray giue me fauour Sir: This cunning Cardinall The Articles o'th'Combination drew As himselfe pleas'd; and they were ratified
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As he cride thus let be, to as much end, As giue a Crutch to th'dead. But our Count‑Cardinall Has done this, and tis well: for worthy Wolsey (Who cannot erre) he did it. Now this followes, (Which as I take it, is a kinde of Puppie
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To th'old dam Treason) Charles the Emperour, Vnder pretence to see the Queene his Aunt, (For twas indeed his colour, but he came To whisper Wolsey) here makes visitation, His feares were that the Interview betwixt
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England and France, might through their amity Breed him some preiudice; for from this League, Peep'd harmes that menac'd him. Priuily Deales with our Cardinal, and as I troa Which I doe well; for I am sure the Emperour
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Paid ere he promis'd, whereby his Suit was granted Ere it was ask'd. But when the way was made And pau'd with gold: the Emperor thus desir'd, Tha he would please to alter the Kings course, And breake the foresaid peace. Let the King know
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(As soone he shall by me) that thus the Cardinall Does buy and sell his Honour as he pleases, And for his owne aduantage.
Norf. I am sorry To heare this of him; and could wish he were
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Somthing mistaken in't.
Buck. No, not a sillable: I doe pronounce him in that very shape He shall appeare in proofe. Enter Brandon, a Sergeant at Armes before him, and two or three of the Guard. Brandon. Your Office Sergeant: execute it. Sergeant.
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Sir, My Lord the Duke of Buckingham, and Earle Of Hertford, Stafford and Northampton, I Arrest thee of High Treason, in the name Of our most Soueraigne King.
Buck.
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Lo you my Lord, The net has falne vpon me, I shall perish Vnder deuice, and practise:
Bran. I am sorry, To see you tane from liberty, to looke on
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The busines present. Tis his Highnes pleasure You shall to th'Tower.
Buck. It will helpe me nothing To plead mine Innocence; for that dye is on me Which makes my whit'st part, black. The will of Heau'n
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Be done in this and all things: I obey. O my Lord Aburgany: Fare you well.
Bran. Nay, he must beare you company. The King Is pleas'd you shall to th'Tower, till you know How he determines further. Abur.
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As the Duke said, The will of Heauen be done, and the Kings pleasure By me obey'd.
Bran. Here is a warrant from The King, t'attach Lord Mountacute, and the Bodies
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Of the Dukes Confessor, Iohn de la Car, One Gilbert Pecke, his Councellour.
Buck. So, so; These are the limbs o'th'Plot: no more I hope. Bra. A Monke o'th' Chartreux. Buck:
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O Michaell Hopkins?
Bra. He. Buck. My Surueyor is falce: The ore‑great Cardinall Hath shew'd him gold; my life is spand already: I am the shadow of poore Buckingham,
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Whose figure euen this instant Clowd puts on, By Darkning my cleere Sunne. My Lords farewell.
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      <l n="56">Made former Wonders, it's. To day the French,</l>
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      <l n="60">Shew d like a Mine. Their Dwarfish Pages were</l>
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      <speaker rend="italic">Nor.</speaker>
      <l n="78">As I belong to worship, and affect</l>
      <l n="79">In Honor, Honesty, the tract of eu'ry thing,</l>
      <l n="80">Would by a good Discourser loose some life,</l>
      <l n="81">Which Actions selfe, was tongue too.</l>
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      <l n="82">All was Royall,</l>
      <l n="83">To the disposing of it nought rebell'd,</l>
      <l n="84">Order gaue each thing view. The Office did</l>
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      <l n="86">I meane who set the Body, and the Limbes</l>
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      <l n="111">What Heauen hath giuen him: let some Grauer eye</l>
      <l n="112">Pierce into that, but I can see his Pride</l>
      <l n="113">Peepe through each part of him: whence ha's he that,</l>
      <l n="114">If not from Hell? The Diuell is a Niggard,</l>
      <l n="115">Or ha's giuen all before, and he begins</l>
      <l n="116">A new Hell in himselfe.</l>
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      <l n="117">Why the Diuell,</l>
      <l n="118">Vpon this French going out, tooke he vpon him</l>
      <l n="119">(Without the priuity o'th'King) t'appoint</l>
      <l n="120">Who should attend on him? He makes vp the File</l>
      <l n="121">Of all the Gentry; for the most part such</l>
      <l n="122">To whom as great a Charge, as little Honor</l>
      <l n="123">He meant to lay vpon: and his owne Letter</l>
      <l n="124">The Honourable Boord of Councell, out</l>
      <l n="125">Must fetch him in, he Papers.</l>
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      <speaker rend="italic">Abur.</speaker>
      <l n="126">I do know</l>
      <l n="127">Kinsmen of mine, three at the least, that haue</l>
      <l n="128">By this, so sicken'd their Estates, that neuer</l>
      <l n="129">They shall abound as formerly.</l>
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   <sp who="#F-h8-buc">
      <speaker rend="italic">Buc.</speaker>
      <l n="130">O many</l>
      <l n="131">Haue broke their backes with laying Mannors on 'em</l>
      <l n="132">For this great Iourney. What did this vanity</l>
      <l n="133">But minister communication of</l>
      <l n="134">A most poore issue.</l>
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   <sp who="#F-h8-nfk">
      <speaker rend="italic">Nor.</speaker>
      <l n="135">Greeuingly I thinke,</l>
      <l n="136">The Peace betweene the French and vs, not valewes</l>
      <l n="137">The Cost that did conclude it.</l>
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   <sp who="#F-h8-buc">
      <speaker rend="italic">Buc.</speaker>
      <l n="138">Euery man,</l>
      <l n="139">After the hideous storme that follow'd, was</l>
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      <l n="140">A thing Inspir'd, and not consulting, broke</l>
      <l n="141">Into a generall Prophesie; That this Tempest</l>
      <l n="142">Dashing the Garment of this Peace, aboaded</l>
      <l n="143">The sodaine breach on't.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-nfk">
      <speaker rend="italic">Nor.</speaker>
      <l n="144">Which is budded out,</l>
      <l n="145">For France hath flaw'd the League, and hath attach'd</l>
      <l n="146">Our Merchants goods at Burdeux.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-abe">
      <speaker rend="italic">Abur.</speaker>
      <l n="147">Is it therefore</l>
      <note type="physical" resp="#ES">An ink mark follows the end of this line.</note>
      <l n="148">Th'Ambassador is silenc'd?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-nfk">
      <speaker rend="italic">Nor.</speaker>
      <l n="149">Marry is't.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-abe">
      <speaker rend="italic">Abur.</speaker>
      <l n="150">A proper Title of a Peace, and purchas'd</l>
      <note type="physical" resp="#ES">An ink mark follows the end of this line.</note>
      <l n="151">At a superfluous rate.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-buc">
      <speaker rend="italic">Buc.</speaker>
      <l n="152">Why all this Businesse</l>
      <l n="153">Our Reuerend Cardinall carried.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-nfk">
      <speaker rend="italic">Nor.</speaker>
      <l n="154">Like it your Grace,</l>
      <l n="155">The State takes notice of the priuate difference</l>
      <l n="156">Betwixt you, and the Cardinall. I aduise you</l>
      <l n="157">(And take it from a heart, that wishes towards you</l>
      <l n="158">Honor, and plenteous safety) that you reade</l>
      <l n="159">The Cardinals Malice, and his Potency</l>
      <l n="160">Together; To consider further, that</l>
      <l n="161">What his high Hatred would effect, wants not</l>
      <l n="162">A Minister in his Power. You know his Nature,</l>
      <l n="163">That he's Reuengefull; and I know, his Sword</l>
      <l n="164">Hath a sharpe edge: It's long, and't may be saide</l>
      <l n="165">It reaches farre, and where 'twill not extend,</l>
      <l n="166">Thither he darts it. Bosome vp my counsell,</l>
      <l n="167">You'l finde it wholesome. Loe, where comes that Rock</l>
      <l n="168">That I aduice your shunning.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Cardinall Wolsey, the Purse borne before him, certaine
      <lb/>of the Guard, and two Secretaries with Papers: The
      <lb/>Cardinall in his passage, fixeth bis eye on Buck­
      <lb/>ham, and Buckingham on him,
      <lb/>both full of disdaine.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-h8-wol">
      <speaker rend="italic">Car.</speaker>
      <l n="169">The Duke of<hi rend="italic">Buckinghams</hi>Surueyor? Ha?</l>
      <l n="170">Where's his Examination?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-sec">
      <speaker rend="italic">Secr.</speaker>
      <l n="171">Heere so please you.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-wol">
      <speaker rend="italic">Car.</speaker>
      <l n="172">Is he in person, ready<c rend="italic">?</c>
      </l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-sec">
      <speaker rend="italic">Secr.</speaker>
      <l n="173">I, please your Grace.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-wol">
      <speaker rend="italic">Car.</speaker>
      <l n="174">Well, we shall then know more, &amp;<hi rend="italic">Buckingham</hi>
      </l>
      <l n="175">Shall lessen this bigge looke.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exeunt Cardinall, and his Traine.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-h8-buc">
      <speaker rend="italic">Buc.</speaker>
      <l n="176">This Butchers Curre is venom'd‑mouth'd, and I</l>
      <l n="177">Haue not the power to muzzle him, therefore best</l>
      <l n="178">Not wake him in his slumber. A Beggers booke,</l>
      <l n="179">Out‑worths a Nobles blood.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-nfk">
      <speaker rend="italic">Nor.</speaker>
      <l n="180">What are you chaff'd?</l>
      <l n="181">Aske God for Temp'rance, that's th'appliance onely</l>
      <l n="182">Which your disease requires.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-buc">
      <speaker rend="italic">Buc.</speaker>
      <l n="183">I read in's looks</l>
      <l n="184">Matter against me, and his eye reuil'd</l>
      <l n="185">Me as his abiect obiect, at this instant</l>
      <l n="186">He bores me with some tricke; He's gone to'th'King:</l>
      <l n="187">Ile follow, and out‑stare him.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-nfk">
      <speaker rend="italic">Nor.</speaker>
      <l n="188">Stay my Lord,</l>
      <l n="189">And let your Reason with your Choller question</l>
      <l n="190">What 'tis you go about: to climbe steepe hilles</l>
      <l n="191">Requires slow pace at first. Anger is like</l>
      <l n="192">A full hot Horse, who being allow'd his way</l>
      <l n="193">Selfe‑mettle tyres him: Not a man in England</l>
      <l n="194">Can aduise me like you: Be to your selfe,</l>
      <l n="195">As you would to your Friend.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-buc">
      <speaker rend="italic">Buc.</speaker>
      <l n="196">Ile to the King,</l>
      <l n="197">And from a mouth of Honor, quite cry downe</l>
      <pb facs="FFimg:axc0563-0.jpg" n="207"/>
      <cb n="1"/>
      <l n="198">This<hi rend="italic">Ipswich</hi>fellowes insolence; or proclaime,</l>
      <l n="199">There's difference in no persons.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-nfk">
      <speaker rend="italic">Norf.</speaker>
      <l n="200">Be aduis'd;</l>
      <l n="201">Heat not a Furnace for your foe so hot</l>
      <l n="202">That it do sindge your selfe. We may out‑runne</l>
      <l n="203">By violent swiftnesse that which we run at;</l>
      <l n="204">And lose by ouer‑running: know you not,</l>
      <l n="205">The fire that mounts the liquor til't run ore,</l>
      <l n="206">In seeming to augment it, wasts it: be aduis'd;</l>
      <l n="207">I say againe there is no English Soule</l>
      <l n="208">More stronger to direct you then your selfe;</l>
      <l n="209">If with the sap of reason you would quench,</l>
      <l n="210">Or but allay the fire of passion.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-buc">
      <speaker rend="italic">Buck.</speaker>
      <l n="211">Sir,</l>
      <l n="212">I am thankfull to you, and Ile goe along</l>
      <l n="213">By your prescription: but this top‑proud fellow,</l>
      <l n="214">Whom from the flow of gall I name not, but</l>
      <l n="215">From sincere motions, by Intelligence,</l>
      <l n="216">And proofes as cleere as Founts in<hi rend="italic">Iuly</hi>, when</l>
      <l n="217">Wee see each graine of grauell; I doe know</l>
      <l n="218">To be corrupt and treasonous.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-nfk">
      <speaker rend="italic">Norf.</speaker>
      <l n="219">Say not treasonous.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-buc">
      <speaker rend="italic">Buck.</speaker>
      <l n="220">To th'King Ile say't, &amp; make my vouch as strong</l>
      <l n="221">As shore of Rocke: attend. This holy Foxe,</l>
      <l n="222">Or Wolfe, or both (for he is equall rau'nous</l>
      <l n="223">As he is subtile, and as prone to mischiefe,</l>
      <l n="224">As able to perform't) his minde, and place</l>
      <l n="225">Infecting one another, yea reciprocally,</l>
      <l n="226">Only to shew his pompe, as well in France,</l>
      <l n="227">As here at home, suggests the King our Master</l>
      <l n="228">To this last costly Treaty: Th'enteruiew,</l>
      <l n="229">That swallowed so much treasure, and like a glasse</l>
      <l n="230">Did breake ith'wrenching.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-nfk">
      <speaker rend="italic">Norf.</speaker>
      <l n="231">Faith, and so it did.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-buc">
      <speaker rend="italic">Buck.</speaker>
      <l n="232">Pray giue me fauour Sir: This cunning Cardinall</l>
      <l n="233">The Articles o'th'Combination drew</l>
      <l n="234">As himselfe pleas'd; and they were ratified</l>
      <l n="235">As he cride thus let be, to as much end,</l>
      <l n="236">As giue a Crutch to th'dead. But our Count‑Cardinall</l>
      <l n="237">Has done this, and tis well: for worthy<hi rend="italic">Wolsey</hi>
      </l>
      <l n="238">(Who cannot erre) he did it. Now this followes,</l>
      <l n="239">(Which as I take it, is a kinde of Puppie</l>
      <l n="240">To th'old dam Treason)<hi rend="italic">Charles</hi>the Emperour,</l>
      <l n="241">Vnder pretence to see the Queene his Aunt,</l>
      <l n="242">(For twas indeed his colour, but he came</l>
      <l n="243">To whisper<hi rend="italic">Wolsey</hi>) here makes visitation,</l>
      <l n="244">His feares were that the Interview betwixt</l>
      <l n="245">England and France, might through their amity</l>
      <l n="246">Breed him some preiudice; for from this League,</l>
      <l n="247">Peep'd harmes that menac'd him. Priuily</l>
      <l n="248">Deales with our Cardinal, and as I troa</l>
      <l n="249">Which I doe well; for I am sure the Emperour</l>
      <l n="250">Paid ere he promis'd, whereby his Suit was granted</l>
      <l n="251">Ere it was ask'd. But when the way was made</l>
      <l n="252">And pau'd with gold: the Emperor thus desir'd,</l>
      <l n="253">Tha<gap extent="1"
              unit="chars"
              reason="illegible"
              agent="uninkedType"
              resp="#ES"/>he would please to alter the Kings course,</l>
      <l n="254">And breake the foresaid peace. Let the King know</l>
      <l n="255">(As soone he shall by me) that thus the Cardinall</l>
      <l n="256">Does buy and sell his Honour as he pleases,</l>
      <l n="257">And for his owne aduantage.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-nfk">
      <speaker rend="italic">Norf.</speaker>
      <l n="258">I am sorry</l>
      <l n="259">To heare this of him; and could wish he were</l>
      <l n="260">Somthing mistaken in't.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-buc">
      <speaker rend="italic">Buck.</speaker>
      <l n="261">No, not a sillable:</l>
      <l n="262">I doe pronounce him in that very shape</l>
      <l n="263">He shall appeare in proofe.</l>
   </sp>
   <cb n="2"/>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Brandon, a Sergeant at Armes before him, and
      <lb/>two or three of the Guard.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-h8-bra">
      <speaker rend="italic">Brandon.</speaker>
      <l n="264">Your Office Sergeant: execute it.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-sgt">
      <speaker rend="italic">Sergeant.</speaker>
      <l n="265">Sir,</l>
      <l n="266">My Lord the Duke of<hi rend="italic">Buckingham</hi>, and Earle</l>
      <l n="267">Of<hi rend="italic">Hertford</hi>,<hi rend="italic">Stafford</hi>and<hi rend="italic">Northampton</hi>, I</l>
      <l n="268">Arrest thee of High Treason, in the name</l>
      <l n="269">Of our most Soueraigne King.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-buc">
      <speaker rend="italic">Buck.</speaker>
      <l n="270">Lo you my Lord,</l>
      <l n="271">The net has falne vpon me, I shall perish</l>
      <l n="272">Vnder deuice, and practise:</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-bra">
      <speaker rend="italic">Bran.</speaker>
      <l n="273">I am sorry,</l>
      <l n="274">To see you tane from liberty, to looke on</l>
      <l n="275">The busines present. Tis his Highnes pleasure</l>
      <l n="276">You shall to th'Tower.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-buc">
      <speaker rend="italic">Buck.</speaker>
      <l n="277">It will helpe me nothing</l>
      <l n="278">To plead mine Innocence; for that dye is on me</l>
      <l n="279">Which makes my whit'st part, black. The will of Heau'n</l>
      <l n="280">Be done in this and all things: I obey.</l>
      <l n="281">O my Lord<hi rend="italic">Aburgany:</hi>Fare you well.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-bra">
      <speaker rend="italic">Bran.</speaker>
      <l n="282">Nay, he must beare you company. The King</l>
      <l n="283">Is pleas'd you shall to th'Tower, till you know</l>
      <l n="284">How he determines further.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-abe">
      <speaker rend="italic">Abur.</speaker>
      <l n="285">As the Duke said,</l>
      <l n="286">The will of Heauen be done, and the Kings pleasure</l>
      <l n="287">By me obey'd.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-bra">
      <speaker rend="italic">Bran.</speaker>
      <l n="288">Here is a warrant from</l>
      <l n="289">The King, t'attach Lord<hi rend="italic">Mountacute</hi>, and the Bodies</l>
      <l n="290">Of the Dukes Confessor,<hi rend="italic">Iohn de la Car</hi>,</l>
      <l n="291">One<hi rend="italic">Gilbert Pecke</hi>, his Councellour.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-buc">
      <speaker rend="italic">Buck.</speaker>
      <l n="292">So, so;</l>
      <l n="293">These are the limbs o'th'Plot: no more I hope.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-bra">
      <speaker rend="italic">Bra.</speaker>
      <l n="294">A Monke o'th'<hi rend="italic">Chartreux</hi>.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-buc">
      <speaker rend="italic">Buck:</speaker>
      <l n="295">O<hi rend="italic">Michaell Hopkins</hi>?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-bra">
      <speaker rend="italic">Bra.</speaker>
      <l n="296">He.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-buc">
      <speaker rend="italic">Buck.</speaker>
      <l n="297">My Surueyor is falce: The ore‑great<hi rend="italic">Cardinall</hi>
      </l>
      <l n="298">Hath shew'd him gold; my life is spand already:</l>
      <l n="299">I am the shadow of poore<hi rend="italic">Buckingham</hi>,</l>
      <l n="300">Whose figure euen this instant Clowd puts on,</l>
      <l n="301">By Darkning my cleere Sunne. My Lords farewell.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exe.</stage>
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