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Doth comfort thee in thy sleep; Live, and flou-Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh. rish !

What do I fear? myself? there's none else by :

Richard loves Richard : that is, I am I.
The Ghost of Clarence rises.

Is there a murderer here? No ;-Yes; I am:
Ghost. Let me sit heavy on thy soul to-morrow! Then fly,-What, from my self l Great reason :

[ To King Richard. Why?
1, that was wash'd to death with fulsome wine, Lest I revenge. What? Myself on myself?
Poor Clarence, by thy guile betray'd to death! I love myself. Wherefore ? for any good,
To-morrow in the battle think on me,

That I myself have done unto myself?
And fall thy edgeless sword ; Despair, and die 1-0, no: alas, I rather hate myself,
Thou offspring of the house of Lancaster, For hateful deeds committed by myself.

(To Richmond. I am a villain : Yet I lie, I am not.
The wronged heirs of York do pray for thee; Fool, of thyself speak well :-Fool, do not flatter
Good angels guard thy battle! Live, and flourish! My conscience hath a thousand several tongues,
The Ghosts of Rivers, Grey, and Vaughan, rise. And every tale condemns me for a villain.

And every tongue brings in a several tale,
Riv. Let me sit heavy on thy soul to-morrow, Perjury, perjury, in the high'st degree,

To King Richard. Murder, stern murder, in the dir'st degree;
Rivers, that died at Pomfret! Despair, and die! All several sins, all us'd in each degree,
Grey Think upon Grey, and let thy soul de- Throng to the bar, crying all-Guilty! guilty!
spair!

[To King Richard. I shall despair.—There is no creature loves me!
Vaugh. Think upon Vaughan; and, with guilty And, if I die, no soul will pity me :-
fear,

Nay, wherefore should they 1 since that I myself Let fall thy lance ! Despair, and die

Find in myself no pity to myself.

[ 70 King Richard. Methought, the souls of all that I had murder'd All. Awake! and think, our wrongs in Rich- Came to my tent: and every one did threat ard's bosom

[To Richmond. To-morrow's vengeance on the head of Richard. Will conquer him ;-awake, and win the day!

Enter Ratcliff.
The Ghost of Hastings rises.

Rat. My lord,
Ghost. Bloody and guilty, guiltily awake; K. Rich. Who's there?

( To King Richard. Rat. Ratcliff, my lord; 'tis I. The early vil.
And in a bloody battle end thy days!
Think on Lord Hastings; and despair, and die!- Hath twice done salutation to the morn:
Quiet untroubled soul, awake, awake! Your friends are up, and buckle on their armour.

| To Richmond. K. Rich. 0, Ratcliff, I have dream'd a fearful Arm, fight, and conquer, for fair England's sake! dream!

What thinkest thou ? will our friends prove all The Ghosts of the two young Princes rise.

true ? Ghosts. Dream on thy cousins smother'd in the Rat. No doubt, my lord. Tower ;

K. Rich.

Ratcliff, I fear, I fear,-
Let us be lead within thy bosom, Richard, Rat. Nay, good my lord, be not afraid of sha-
And weigh thee down to ruin, shame, and death! dows.
Thy nephews' souls bid thee despair, and die. K. Rich. By the apostle Paul, shadows to-night
Sleep, Richmond, sleep in peace, and wake Have struck more terror to the soul of Richard,
in joy ;

Than can the substance of ten thousand soldiers,
Good angels guard thee from the boar's annoy! Armed in proof, and led by shallow Richmond.
Live, and beget a happy race of kings! It is not yet near day. Come, go with me!
Edward's unhappy sons do bid thee flourish. Under our tents I'll play the eaves-dropper,

To hear, if any mean to shrink from me.
The Ghost of Queen Anne rises.

[Exeunt King Richard und Ratcliff.
Ghost. Richard, thy wife, that wretched Anne
thy wife,

Richmond wakes. Enter Oxford and others. That never slept a quiet hour with thee,

Lords. Good morrow, Richmond. Now fills thy sleep with perturbations:

Richm. 'Cry mercy, lords, and watchful genTo-morrow in the battle think on me,

tlemen, And fall thy edgeless sword; Despair, and die ! That you have ta'en a tardy sluggard here. Thou, quiet soul, sleep thou a quiet sleep; Lords. How have you slept, my lord ?

To Richmond. Richm. The sweetest sleep, and fairest-boding Dream of success and happy victory;

dreams,
Thy adversary's wife doth pray for thee. That ever enter'd in a drowsy head,

Have I since your departure had, my lords.
The Ghost of Buckingham rises.

Methought, their souls, whose bodies Richard
Ghost. The first was 1, that help'd thee to the murder'd,
crown;

[ To King Richard. Came to my tent, and cried-On! victory! The last was I that felt thy tyranny :

I promise you, my heart is very jocund 0, in the battle think on Buckingham,

In the remembrance of so fair a dream.
And die in terror of thy guiltiness!

How far into the morning is it, lords?
Dream on, dream on, of bloody deeds and death! Lords. Upon the stroke of four.
Fainting, despair ; despairing, yield thybreath - Richm. Why, then 'tis time to arm, and give
I died for hope, ere I could lend thee aid;

direction.-- (He advances to the Troops

[ To Richmond. More than I have said, loving countrymen,
But cheer thy heart, and be thou not dismay'd: The leisure and enforcement of the time
God, and good angels, fight on Richmond's side; Forbids to dwell on : Yet remember this,-
And Richard falls in height of all his pride. God, and our good cause, fight upon our side :

(The Ghosts vanish. King Richard The prayers of holy saints, and wronged souls,

starts out of his dream. K. Rich. Give me another horse,-bind up my

Like' high rear'd 'bulwarks, stand before ou

faces; wounds,

Richard except, those whom we fight against, Have mercy, Jesu !-Soft; I did but dream. Had rather have us win, than him they follow. O coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me!- For what is he they follow ? truly, gentlemen, The lights burn blue. It is now dead midnight. A bloody tyrant, and a honiicide;

One rais'd in blood, and one in blood establish'd ; A thing devised by the enemy.
One that made means to come by what he hath, Go, gentlemen, every man unto his charge :
And slaughter'd those that were the means to Let not our babbling dreams aflright our souls;
help him ;

Conscience is but a word that cowards use,
A base foul stone, made precious by the foil Devis'd at first to keep the strong in awe;
Of England's chair, where he is falsely set; Our strong arins be our conscience, swords our
One that hath ever been God's enemy:

law.
Then, if you fight against God's enemy, March on, join bravely, let us to't pell-mell;
God will, in justice, ward you as his soldiers; If not to heaven, then hand in hand to hell.
If you do sweat to put a tyrant down,

What shall I say more than I have inferr'd ?
You sleep in peace, the tyrant being slain; Remember whom you are to cope withal ;
If you do fight against your country's foes, A sort of vagabonds, rascals, and runaways,
Your country's fat shall pay your pains the hire; A scum of Bretagnes, and base lackey peasants,
If you do fight in safeguard of your wives, Whom their o'er-cloyed country vomits forth
Your wives shall welcome home the conquerors; To desperate ventures and assur'd destruction.
If you do free your children from the sword, You sleeping sale, they bring you to unrest ;
Your children's children quit it in your age. You having lands and bless'd with beauteous
Then, in the name of God, and all these rights, wives,
Advince your standards, draw your willing They would restrain the one, distain the other.
swords:

And who doth lead them, but a paltry fellow,
For ne, the ransome of my bold attempt Long kept in Bretagne at our mother's cost ?
Shall be this cold corpse on the earth's cold face; A milk-sop, one that never in his life
But if I thrive, the gain of my attempt

Felt so miich cold as over shoes in snow ?
The least of you sliall share his part thereof. Let's whip these stragglers o'er the seas again ;
Sound, drums and trumpets, boldly and cheer. Lash bence these over-weening rags of France,
fully;

These famish'd beggars, weary of their lives;
God, and Saint George ! Richmond, and victory! Who, but for dreaming on this fond exploit,

[Escunt. For want of means, poor rats, had hang'd them Re-enter King Richard, Ratcliff, Attendants and if we be conquerd, let men conquer us,

selves : Forces.

And not these bastard Bretagnes; whom our
K. Rich. What said Northumberland, as touch fathers
ing Richmond ?

Have in their own land beaten, bobb'd, and
Rat. That he was never trained up in arms. thumpd,
K. Rich. He said the truth : And what said And, on record, left there the heirs of shame.
Surrey then ?

Shall these enjoy our lanas 1 lie with our wives ? Rat. He smil'd, and said, the better for our pur. Ravish our daughters ?—Hark, I hear their drum. pose.

[Drum afar off. K. Rich. He was i' the right; and so, indeed, Fight, gentlemen of England I fight, bold yecit is.

(Clock strikes?

men! Tell the clock there.-Give me a calendar. Draw, archers, draw your arrows to the head ! Who saw the sun to-day ?

Spur your proud horses hard, and ride in blood;

Not I, my lord. Amaze the welkin with your broken staves !
K. Rich. Then he disdains to shine ; for, by
the book,

Enter a Messenger.
He should have brav'd the east an hour ago :
A black day will it be to somebody.--

What says Lord Stanley ? will he bring his Ratclift,

power ?
Rat. My lord ?

Mess. My lord, he doth deny to come.
.K. Rich.
The sun will not be seen to-day ;

K. Rich. Off instant.y with his son George's The sky doth frown and lour upon our ariny.

head. I would, these dewy tears were from the ground. After the battle let George Stanley die.

Nor. My lord, the enemy is pass'd the Marsh; Not shine to-day! Why, what is that to me, More than to Richmond 1 for the self-same hea.

K. Rich. A thousand hearts are great within

my bosom: ven,

Advance our standards, set upon our foes; That frowns on me, looks sadly upon hiin.

Our ancient word of courage, fair Saint George, Enter Norfolk

Inspire us with the spleen of fiery dragons ! Not. Arm, arm, my lord; the foe vaunts in the Upon them! Victory sils on our helms. [ Exeunt. field.

SCENE IV. Another part of the Field. K. Rich. Come, bustle, bustle ;-Caparison my horse :

Alarum. Excursions. Enter Norfolk, and Call up Lord Stanley, bid him bring his power :

Forces; to him Catesby. I will lead torth my soldiers to the plain, Cate. Rescue, my lord of Norfolk, rescue, And thus my battle shall be ordered.

rescue! My foreward shall be drawn out all in length, The king enacts more wonders than a man, Consisting equally of horse and foot;

Daring an opposite to every danger;
Our archers shall be placed in the midst : His horse is slain, and all on foot he fights,
John duke of Norfolk, Thomas earl of Surrey, Seeking for Richmond in the throat of death :
Shall have the leading of this foot and horse.

Rescue, fair lord, or else the day is lost !
They thus directed, we ourself will follow
In the main battle; whuse puissance on either Alarum. Enter King Richard.
side

K. Rich. A horse ! a horse ! my kingdom for & Shall be well winged with our chiefest horse.

horse ! This, and Saint George to boot !-What think'st Cate. Withdraw, my lord, I'll help you to a thou Norfolk 1

horse. Nor. A good direction, warlike sovereign. K. Rich. Slave, I have set my life upon a cast, This found I on my tent this morning.

And I will stand the hazard of the die:

[Giving a scrawl. I think, there be six Richmonds in the field; K. Rich. Jocky of Norfolk, be not too bold, Five have I slain to-day, instead of him : For Dickon thy master is bought and sold. A horse ! a horse ! my kingdom for a horse! [reads.

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Alarum. Enter King Richard and Richmond ; That in submission will return to us; and ereunt fighting. Retreat, and flourish. And then, as we have ta'en the sacrament, Then enter, Richmond, Stanley, bearing the We will unite the white rose with the red Crown, with divers other Lords, and Forces. Smile heaven upon this fair conjunction, Richm. God, and your arms, be prais'd, victo- That long hath frown'd upon their enmity : rious friends;

What traitor hears me, and says not,-Amen? The day is ours, the bloody dog is dead. England hath long been mad, and scarr'd herself; Stan. Courageous Richmond, well hast thoa The brother blindly shed the brother's blood, acquit thee!

The father rashly slaughter'd his own son, Lo, here, this long usurped royalty,

The son, compellid, been butcher to the sire; From the dead temples of this bloody wretch

All this divided York and Lancaster,
Have I pluck'd off, to grace thy brows withal, Divided, in their dire division. -
Wear it, enjoy it, and make much of it. 0, now, let Richmond and Elizabeth,
Richm. Great God of heaven, say, amen, to the true succeeders of each royal house,
all !

By God's fair ordinance conjoin together!
Bnt, tell me first, is young George Stanley living! And let their heirs (God, if thy will be so,)
Stan. He is, my lord, and safe in Leicester Enrich the time to come with smooth'd-fac'd
town;

peace, Whither, if it please you, we may now withdraw With smiling plenty, and fair prosperous days!

Abate the edge of traitors, gracious Lord, Richm. What men of name are slain on either That would reduce these bloody days again, side?

And make poor England weep in streams of Stan. John Duke of Norfolk, Walter Lord Fer blood! rers,

Let them not live to taste this land's increase, Sir Robert Brakenbury, and Sir William Bran- That would with treason wound this fair land's don.

Peace! Richm. Inter their bodies as becomes their Now civil wounds are stopp'd, peace lives again. births.

That she may long iive here, 'God say- Amen. Proclaim a pardon to the soldiers fled,

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PERSONS REPRESENTED. KING HENRY THE EIGHTH.

GRIFFITH, Gentleman Usher to Queen Kath CARDINAL WOLSEY.

arine. CARDINAL CAMPEIUS.

Three other Gentlemen.
CAPUCIUS, Ambassador from the Emperor DOCTOR BUTTS, Physician to the King.
Charles V.

Garter, King at Arms.
CRANMER, Archbishop of Canterbury. Surveyor to the Duke of Buckingham.
DUKE OF NORFOLK.

BRANDON, and a Sergeant at Arms.
DUKE OF BUCKINGHAM.

Door-keeper of the Council Chamber. DUKE OF SUFFOLK.

Porter, and his Man. EARL OF SURREY.

Page to Gardiner. A Crier. LORD CHAMBERLAIN.

QUEEN KATHARINE, Wife to King Henry, LORD CHANCELLOR. GARDINER, Bishop of Winchester.

afterwards divorced.

ANNE BULLEN, her Maid of Honour; af. BISHOP OF LINCOLN.

terwards Queen. LORD ABERGAVENNY. LORD SANDS. SIR HENRY GUILFORD.

An old Lady, Friend to Anne Bullen. SIR THOMAS LOVELL.

PATIENCE, 'Woman to Queen Katharine. SIR ANTHONY DENNY.

Several Lords and Ladies in the Dumb Shore SIR NICHOLAS VAUX.

Wonen attending upon the Queen; Spirits, Secretaries to Wolsey.

which appear to her ; Scribes, Officers, Guards, CROMWELL, Servant to Wolsey.

and other Attendants.
SCENE-chiefly in London and Westminster: once, at Kimbolton.

PROLOGUE.

Will be deceived: for, gentle hearers, know,

To rank our chosen truth with such a show I come no more to make you langh; things now, As fool and fight is, beside forfeiting That bear a weighty and a serious brow, Our own brains, and the opinion that we bring, Sad, high, and working, full of state and wo, (To make that only true we now intend,) Such noble scenes as draw the eye to flow, Will leave us never an understanding friend. We now present. Those that can pity, here Therefore, for goodness' sake, and as you ar May, if they think it well, let fall a tear;

known The subject will deserve it. Such, as give The first and happiest hearers of the town, Their money ont of hope they may believe, Be sad, as we would make you : Think, ye see May here find truth too. Those that come to see The very persons of our noble story, Only a show or two, and so agree,

As they were living; think you see them great, The play may pass; if they be still, and willing, And follow'd with the general throng, and I'll undertake, may see away their shilling

sweat, Richly in two short hours. Only they,

Of thousand friends; then in a moment, see That come to hear a merry, bawdy play, How soon this mightiness meets misery ! A noise of targets; or to see a fellow

And, if you can be merry then, I'll say, Ju a long molley coat, guarded with yellow, A man may weep upon his wedding day.

O, many

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ACT I.

There's in him stuff that puts him to these ends; SCENE I. London. An Antcchamber in the For, being not propp'd by ancestry, (whose grace Palace.

Chalks successors their way,) nor call'd upon Enter the Duke of Norfolk, at one door; at the For high feats done to the crown; neither allied other, the Duke of Buckingham, and the Lord Out of his self-drawing web, he gives us note

To eminent assistants, bul, spider-like,
Abergavenny.

The force of his own inerit makes his way; Buck. Good morrow, and well met. How have A gift that heaven gives for him, which buys. you done,

A place next to the king.
Since last we saw in France ?

Aber.

I cannot tell
Nor.

I thank your grace: What heaven bath given him, let some graver eye
Healthful; and ever since a fresh admirer Pierce into that; but I can see his pride
Of what I saw there.
Buck.

An untimely ague

Peep through each part of him: Whence has he
Stay'd me a prisoner in my chamber, when If not from hell, the devil is a niggard ;
Those sans of glory, those two lights of men, Or has given all before, and he begins
Met in the vale of Arde.

A new hell in bimself.
Nor.
"Twixt Guynes and Arde Buck.

Why the devil,
I was then present, saw them salute on horse-Upon this French going out, took he upon him,
back;

Without the privity o' the king, to appoint
Beheld ther, when they lighted, how they clung Who should attend on him? He makes up the file
In their embicacement, as they grew together ; Of all the gentry; for the most part such
Which had they, what four thron'd ones could Too, whom as great a charge as little honour
have weigh'd

He meant to lay upon; and his own letter,
Such a compounded one ?

The honourable board of council out,
Buck.

All the whole time Must fetch him in the papers.
I was my chamber's prisoner.

Aber.

I do know
Nor.

Then you lost Kinsmen of mine, three at the least, that have
The view of earthly glory : Men might say, By this so sicken'd their estates, that never
Till this time, pomp was single: but now mar. They shall abound as formerly.'
ried

Buck.
To one above itself. Each following day Have broke their backs with laying manners on
Became the next day's master, till the last

them
Made former wonders it's: To-day, the French, For this great journey. What did this vanity,
All clinquant, all in gold, like heathen gods, But minister communication of
Shone down the English: and, to-morrow, they A most poor issue ?
Made Britain, India : every man, that stood,

Nor.

Grievingly I think,
Show'd like a mine. Their dwarfish pages were The peace between the French and us not values
As cherubims, all gilt: the madams too, The cost that did conclude it.
Not us'd to toil, did almost sweat to bear

Buck.

Every man, The pride upon them, that their very labour After the hideous storm that follow'd, was Was to them as a painting: now this mask A thing inspir'd : and, not consulting, broke Was cry'd incomparable ; and the ensuing night into a general prophecy,- That this tempest, Made it a fool and beggar. These two kings, Dashing the garment of this peace, aboded Equal in lustre, were now best, now worst, The sudden breach on't. As presence did present them; him in eye, Nor.

Which is budded ont; Still him in praise : and, being present both, For France hath flaw'd the league, and hath 'Twas said, they saw but one; and no discerner attach'd Durst wag his tongue in censure. When these Our merchants' goods at Bourdeaux. suns

Aber.

Is it therefore (For so they phrase them) by their heralds chal. The ambassador is silenc'd ?

Nor.

Marry, is't. The noble spirits to arms, they did perform Aber. A proper title of a peace, and purchas'd Beyond thought's compass; that former fabu- At a superfluous rate! lons story,

Buck

Why, all this business Being now seen possible enough, got credit, Our reverend cardinal carried. That Bevis was believ'd.

Nor.

Like it your grace, Buck.

O, you go far. The state takes notice of the private difference Not. As I belong to worship, and affect Betwixt you and the cardinal. I advise you In honour honesty, the tract of every thing (And take it from a heart that wishes towards Would by a good discourser lose some life,

you Which action's self was tongue to. All was Honour and plenteous safety,) that you read royal ;.

The cardinal's malice and his potency
To the disposing of it nought rebell's,

Together: to consider further, that
Order gave each thing view; the office did What his high hatred would effect, wants not
Distinctly his full function.

A minister in his power : You know his nature, Buck.

Who did guide, That he's revengeful; and I know, his sword I mean, who set the body and the limbs Hath a sharp edge: it's long, and, it may be of this great sport together, as you guess ?

said, Nor. One, certes, that promises, no element It reaches far; and where 'twill not extend, In sach a business.

Thither he darts it. Bosom up my counsel, Buck.

I pray you, who, my lord? You'll find it wholesome. Lo, where comes that Nor. All this was order'd by the good discretion rock, Of the right reverend cardinal of York. That I advise your shunning. Buck. The devil speed him! no man's pie is, free'd

Enter Cardinal Wolsey, (the purse borne before From his ambitious finger. What had he him,) certain of the Guard, and two SecretaTo do in these fierce vanities? I wonder,

ries with papers. The Cardinal in his pass. That such a keech can with his very bulk, age fizeth his eye on Buckingham, and BuckTake up the rays o' the beneficial sun,

ingham on him, both full of disdain. And keep it from the earth.

Wol. The duke of Buckingham's surveyor ? ba? Nor.

Surely, sir, Where's his examination ?

leng's

Nor.

I am sorry

1 Secr.

Here, so please you. Under pretence to see the queen his aunt, Wol. Is he in person ready?

(For 'twas, indeed, his colour ; but he camo 1 Secr.

Ay, please your grace. To whisper' Wolsey) here makes visitation: Wol. Well, we shall then know more ; and His fears were, that the interview, betwixt Buckingham

England and France, might through their amity, Shall lessen his big look.

Breed him some prejudice; for from this league ( Ereunt Wolsey and Train. Peep'd harms that menac'd him: He privily Buck. This butcher's car is venom-mouth'd, Deals with our cardinal; and, as I trow, and I

Which I do well; for, I am sure, the emperor Have not the power to muzzle him ; therefore, Paid ere he promis'd; whereby his suit was best

granted, Not wake him in his slumber. A beggar's Ere it was ask'd ;-but when the way was book

made, Out-worths a noble's blood.

And pav'd with gold, the emperor thus desir'd ;Nor.

What, are you chafd? That he would please to alter the king's course, Ask God for temperance; that's the appliance And break the foresaid peace. Let the king only,

know, Which your disease requires.

(As soon he shall by me,) that this the cardinal Buck.

I read in his looks Does buy and sell his honour as he pleases, Malter against me: and his eye revil'd

And for his own advantage Me, as his abject object : at this instant

Nor.

I am sorry He bores me with some trick: He's gone to the To hear this of him; and could wisn, he were king;

Something mistaken in't. I'll follow, and outstare him.

Buck.

No, not a syllable; Stay, my lord, I do pronounce him in that very shape, And let your reason with your choler question He shall appear in proof. What 'tis you go about: To climb steep hills, Requires slow pace at first : Anger is like

Enter Brandon ; a Sergeant at Arms before him, A full hot horse ; who, being allow'd his way,

and two or three of the Guard. Self-mettle tires him. Not a man in England Bran. Your office, sergeant ; execate it. Can advise me like yon: be to yourself

Serg.

Sir, As you would to your friend.

My lord the duke of Buckingham, and earl
Buck.

I'll to the king; of Hereford, Stafford, and Northampton, i
And from a mouth of honour quite cry down Arrest thee of high treason, in the name
This Ipswich fellow's insolence; or proclaim, of our most sovereign king.
There's difference in no persons.

Buck.

Lo, yon, my lord, Nor.

Be advis’d; The net has fall’n upon me; I shall perish Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot

Under device and practice. That it do singe yourself: We may outrun, Bran. By viole swiftness, that which we run at, To see you ta'en from liberty, to look on And lose by overrunning. Know you not, The business present. 'Tis his highness' pleasure, The fire, that mounts the liquor till it run o'er, You shall to the Tower. In seeming to angment it, wastes it? Be advis'd : Buck.

It will help me nothing, I say again, there is no English soul

To plead mine innocence; for that dye is on me, More stronger to direct you than yonrself;. Which makes my whitest part black. The wil If with the sap of reason you would quench,

of heaven Or but allay, the fire of passion.

Be done in this and all things !-1 obey.Buck.

Sir, O my lord Aberga'ny, fare you well. I am thankful to you; and I'll go along?

Bran. Nay, he must bear you company By your prescription :--but this top-proud fel. The king

[ To Abergavenny. low,

Is pleas'd, you shall to the Tower, till you know (Whom from the flow of gall, I name not, but How he determines further. From sincere motions,) by intelligence,

Aber.

As the dnke said, And proofs as clear as founts in July, when The will of heaven be done, and the king's We see each grain of gravel, I do know

pleasure To be corrupt and treasonous.

By me obey'd. Nor.

Say not, treasonous.

Bran.

Here is a warrant from Buck. To the king I'll say't; and make my The king, to attach Lord Montacute, and the vouch as strong

bodies
As shore of rock. Attend. This holy fox, Ot the duke's confessor, John de la Car,
Or wolf, or both, (for he is equal ravenous, One Gilbert Peck, his chancellor,-
As he is subtle; and as prone to mischief,

Buck.

So, 20; As able to perform it: his mind and place These are the limbs of the plot: no more, I Infecting one another, yea reciprocally,)

hope. Only to show his pomp as well in France Bran. A monk o' the Chartreux. As here at home, suggests the king our master Buck.

0, Nicholas Hopkins ! To this last costly treaty, the interview,

Bran.

Ha That swallow'd so much treasure, and like a Buck. My surveyor is false, the o'ergreat car glass

dinal Did break i'the rinsing.

Hath show d him gold: my life is spann'd Nor.

'Faith, and so it did. already : Buck. Pray, give me favour, sír. This cun tam the shadow of poor Buckingham;

Whose figure even this instant cloud pats ont, The articles o'the combination drew,

By dark'ning my clear sun.-My lord, farewell. As himself pleas'd; and they were ratified, As he cried, This let be: to as much end, As give a crutch to the dead : But our count car. Cornets. Enter King Henry, Cardinal Wolder:

SCENE II. The Council Chamber. Has done this, and 'tis well: for worthy Wolsey,

the Lords of the Council, Sir Thomas Lorel, Who cannot err, he did it. Now this follows

Officers, and Attendants. The King enters (Which, as I take it, is a kind of puppy

leaning on the Cardinal's shoulder. To the old dam treasong)

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