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SANDYS. I would I were;

They should find easy penance.

LOVELL. Faith, how easy?

SANDYS. As easy as a down bed would afford it.

CHAMBERLAIN. Sweet ladies, will it please you sit? Sir Harry, Place you that side; I’ll take the charge of this.

His Grace is ent’ring. Nay, you must not freeze: Two women plac’d together makes cold weather.

My Lord Sandys, you are one will keep ‘em waking: Pray sit between these ladies.

SANDYS. By my faith,

And thank your lordship. By your leave, sweet ladies.

[Seats himself between ANNE BULLEN and another lady]

If I chance to talk a little wild, forgive me; I had it from my father.

ANNE. Was he mad, sir?

SANDYS. O, very mad, exceeding mad, in love too.

But he would bite none; just as I do now, He would kiss you twenty with a breath. [Kisses her]

CHAMBERLAIN. Well said, my lord.

So, now y’are fairly seated. Gentlemen, The penance lies on you if these fair ladies Pass away frowning.

SANDYS. For my little cure,

Let me alone.

Hautboys. Enter CARDINAL WOLSEY, attended; and takes his state

WOLSEY. Y’are welcome, my fair guests. That noble lady Or gentleman that is not freely merry Is not my friend. This, to confirm my welcome-And to you all, good health! [Drinks]

SANDYS. Your Grace is noble.

Let me have such a bowl may hold my thanks And save me so much talking.

WOLSEY. My Lord Sandys,

I am beholding to you. Cheer your neighbours.

Ladies, you are not merry. Gentlemen, Whose fault is this?

SANDYS. The red wine first must rise

In their fair cheeks, my lord; then we shall have ‘em Talk us to silence.

ANNE. You are a merry gamester,

My Lord Sandys.

SANDYS. Yes, if I make my play.

Here’s to your ladyship; and pledge it, madam, For ‘tis to such a thing-ANNE. You cannot show me.

SANDYS. I told your Grace they would talk anon.

[Drum and trumpet. Chambers discharg’d]

WOLSEY. What’s that?

CHAMBERLAIN. Look out there, some of ye. Exit a SERVANT

WOLSEY. What warlike voice,

And to what end, is this? Nay, ladies, fear not: By all the laws of war y’are privileg’d.

Re-enter SERVANT

CHAMBERLAIN. How now! what is’t?

SERVANT. A noble troop of strangers—

For so they seem. Th’ have left their barge and landed, And hither make, as great ambassadors From foreign princes.

WOLSEY. Good Lord Chamberlain,

Go, give ‘em welcome; you can speak the French tongue; And pray receive ‘em nobly and conduct ‘em Into our presence, where this heaven of beauty Shall shine at full upon them. Some attend him.

Exit CHAMBERLAIN attended. All rise, and tables remov’d You have now a broken banquet, but we’ll mend it.

A good digestion to you all; and once more I show’r a welcome on ye; welcome all.

Hautboys. Enter the KING, and others, as maskers, habited like shepherds, usher’d by the LORD CHAMBERLAIN.

They pass directly before the CARDINAL, and gracefully salute him

A noble company! What are their pleasures?

CHAMBERLAIN. Because they speak no English, thus they pray’d To tell your Grace, that, having heard by fame Of this so noble and so fair assembly This night to meet here, they could do no less, Out of the great respect they bear to beauty, But leave their flocks and, under your fair conduct, Crave leave to view these ladies and entreat An hour of revels with ‘em.

WOLSEY. Say, Lord Chamberlain,

They have done my poor house grace; for which I pay ‘em A thousand thanks, and pray ‘em take their pleasures.

[They choose ladies. The KING chooses ANNE BULLEN]

KING. The fairest hand I ever touch’d! O beauty, Till now I never knew thee! [Music. Dance]

WOLSEY. My lord!

CHAMBERLAIN. Your Grace?

WOLSEY. Pray tell ‘em thus much from me: There should be one amongst ‘em, by his person, More worthy this place than myself; to whom, If I but knew him, with my love and duty I would surrender it.

CHAMBERLAIN. I will, my lord.

[He whispers to the maskers]

WOLSEY. What say they?

CHAMBERLAIN. Such a one, they all confess, There is indeed; which they would have your Grace Find out, and he will take it.

WOLSEY. Let me see, then. [Comes from his state]

By all your good leaves, gentlemen, here I’ll make My royal choice.

KING. [Unmasking] Ye have found him, Cardinal.

You hold a fair assembly; you do well, lord.

You are a churchman, or, I’ll tell you, Cardinal, I should judge now unhappily.

WOLSEY. I am glad

Your Grace is grown so pleasant.

KING. My Lord Chamberlain,

Prithee come hither: what fair lady’s that?

CHAMBERLAIN. An’t please your Grace, Sir Thomas Bullen’s daughter-The Viscount Rochford-one of her Highness’ women.

KING. By heaven, she is a dainty one. Sweet heart, I were unmannerly to take you out

And not to kiss you. A health, gentlemen!

Let it go round.

WOLSEY. Sir Thomas Lovell, is the banquet ready I’ th’ privy chamber?

LOVELL. Yes, my lord.

WOLSEY. Your Grace,

I fear, with dancing is a little heated.

KING. I fear, too much.

WOLSEY. There’s fresher air, my lord,

In the next chamber.

KING. Lead in your ladies, ev’ry one. Sweet partner, I must not yet forsake you. Let’s be merry: Good my Lord Cardinal, I have half a dozen healths To drink to these fair ladies, and a measure To lead ‘em once again; and then let’s dream Who’s best in favour. Let the music knock it.

Exeunt, with trumpets

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ACT II. SCENE 1.

Westminster. A street

Enter two GENTLEMEN, at several doors

FIRST GENTLEMAN. Whither away so fast?

SECOND GENTLEMAN. O, God save ye!

Ev’n to the Hall, to hear what shall become Of the great Duke of Buckingham.

FIRST GENTLEMAN. I’ll save you

That labour, sir. All’s now done but the ceremony Of bringing back the prisoner.

SECOND GENTLEMAN. Were you there?

FIRST GENTLEMAN. Yes, indeed, was I.

SECOND GENTLEMAN. Pray, speak what has happen’d.

FIRST GENTLEMAN. You may guess quickly what.

SECOND GENTLEMAN. Is he found guilty?

FIRST GENTLEMAN. Yes, truly is he, and condemn’d upon’t.

SECOND GENTLEMAN. I am sorry for’t.

FIRST GENTLEMAN. So are a number more.

SECOND GENTLEMAN. But, pray, how pass’d it?

FIRST GENTLEMAN. I’ll tell you in a little. The great Duke.

Came to the bar; where to his accusations He pleaded still not guilty, and alleged Many sharp reasons to defeat the law.

The King’s attorney, on the contrary, Urg’d on the examinations, proofs, confessions, Of divers witnesses; which the Duke desir’d To have brought, viva voce, to his face; At which appear’d against him his surveyor, Sir Gilbert Peck his chancellor, and John Car, Confessor to him, with that devil-monk, Hopkins, that made this mischief.

SECOND GENTLEMAN. That was he

That fed him with his prophecies?

FIRST GENTLEMAN. The same.

All these accus’d him strongly, which he fain Would have flung from him; but indeed he could not; And so his peers, upon this evidence, Have found him guilty of high treason. Much He spoke, and learnedly, for life; but all Was either pitied in him or forgotten.

SECOND GENTLEMAN. After all this, how did he bear himself FIRST GENTLEMAN. When he was brought again to th’ bar to hear His knell rung out, his judgment, he was stirr’d With such an agony he sweat extremely, And something spoke in choler, ill and hasty; But he fell to himself again, and sweetly In all the rest show’d a most noble patience.

SECOND GENTLEMAN. I do not think he fears death.

FIRST GENTLEMAN. Sure, he does not;

He never was so womanish; the cause

He may a little grieve at.

SECOND GENTLEMAN. Certainly

The Cardinal is the end of this.

FIRST GENTLEMAN. ‘Tis likely,

By all conjectures: first, Kildare’s attainder, Then deputy of Ireland, who remov’d,

Earl Surrey was sent thither, and in haste too, Lest he should help his father.

SECOND GENTLEMAN. That trick of state

Was a deep envious one.

FIRST GENTLEMAN. At his return

No doubt he will requite it. This is noted, And generally: whoever the King favours The Cardinal instantly will find employment, And far enough from court too.

SECOND GENTLEMAN. All the commons

Hate him perniciously, and, o’ my conscience, Wish him ten fathom deep: this Duke as much They love and dote on; call him bounteous Buckingham, The mirror of all courtesy-Enter BUCKINGHAM from his arraignment, tip-staves before him; the axe with the edge towards him; halberds on each side; accompanied with SIR THOMAS

LOVELL, SIR NICHOLAS VAUX, SIR WILLIAM SANDYS, and common people, etc.

FIRST GENTLEMAN. Stay there, sir,

And see the noble ruin’d man you speak of.

SECOND GENTLEMAN. Let’s stand close, and behold him.

BUCKINGHAM. All good people,

You that thus far have come to pity me, Hear what I say, and then go home and lose me.

I have this day receiv’d a traitor’s judgment, And by that name must die; yet, heaven bear witness, And if I have a conscience, let it sink me Even as the axe falls, if I be not faithful!

The law I bear no malice for my death: ‘T has done, upon the premises, but justice.

But those that sought it I could wish more Christians.

Be what they will, I heartily forgive ‘em; Yet let ‘em look they glory not in mischief Nor build their evils on the graves of great men, For then my guiltless blood must cry against ‘em.

For further life in this world I ne’er hope Nor will I sue, although the King have mercies More than I dare make faults. You few that lov’d me And dare be bold to weep for Buckingham, His noble friends and fellows, whom to leave Is only bitter to him, only dying,

Go with me like good angels to my end; And as the long divorce of steel falls on me Make of your prayers one sweet sacrifice, And lift my soul to heaven. Lead on, a God’s name.

LOVELL. I do beseech your Grace, for charity, If ever any malice in your heart

Were hid against me, now to forgive me frankly.

BUCKINGHAM. Sir Thomas Lovell, I as free forgive you As I would be forgiven. I forgive all.

There cannot be those numberless offences ‘Gainst me that I cannot take peace with. No black envy Shall mark my grave. Commend me to his Grace; And if he speak of Buckingham, pray tell him You met him half in heaven. My vows and prayers Yet are the King’s, and, till my soul forsake, Shall cry for blessings on him. May he live Longer than I have time to tell his years; Ever belov’d and loving may his rule be; And when old time Shall lead him to his end, Goodness and he fill up one monument!

LOVELL. To th’ water side I must conduct your Grace; Then give my charge up to Sir Nicholas Vaux, Who undertakes you to your end.

VAUX. Prepare there;

The Duke is coming; see the barge be ready; And fit it with such furniture as suits The greatness of his person.

BUCKINGHAM. Nay, Sir Nicholas,

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

When I came hither I was Lord High Constable And Duke of Buckingham; now, poor Edward Bohun.

Yet I am richer than my base accusers That never knew what truth meant; I now seal it; And with that blood will make ‘em