Can advise me like you: be to yourself

As you would to your friend.
Buck.
I'll to the king;
And from a mouth of honour quite cry down
This Ipswich fellow's insolence; or proclaim,
There's difference in no persons.

Nor.
Be advis'd;
Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot
That it do singe yourself: We may outrun,
By violent swiftness, that which we run at,
And lose by over-running. Know you not,
The fire, that mounts the liquor till it run o'er,
In seeming to augment it, wastes it? Be advis'd:
I say again, there is no English soul
More stronger to direct you than yourself;
If with the sap of reason you would quench,
Or but allay, the fire of passion.

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,
As he is subtle; and as prone to mischief,
As able to perform it: his mind and place
Infecting one another, yea, reciprocally,)
Only to show his pomp as well in France
As here at home, suggests the king our master
To this last costly treaty, the interview,
That swallow'd so much treasure, and like a glass
Did break i' the rinsing.

Buck. Pray, give me favour, sir. This cunning cardinal

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 'tis well; for worthy Wolsey,
Who cannot err, he did it. Now this follows,
(Which, as I take it, is a kind of puppy

To the old dam, treason,)-Charles the emperor,
Under pretence to see the queen his aunt,
(For 'twas, indeed, his colour; but he came
To whisper Wolsey,) here makes visitation :
His fears were, that the interview betwixt
England and France, might, through their amity,
Breed him some prejudice; for from this league
Peep'd harms that menac'd him: He privily
Deals with our cardinal; and, as I trow,-
Which I do well; for, I am sure, the emperor
Paid ere he promis'd; whereby his suit was granted,
Ere it was ask'd ;-But when the way was made,
And pay'd with gold, the emperor thus desir'd ;—
That he would please to alter the king's course,
And break the foresaid peace. Let the king know,
(As soon he shall by me,) that thus the cardinal
Does buy and sell his honour as he pleases,
And for his own advantage.

Nov.

I am sorry To hear this of him; and could wish, he were Something mistaken in't.

Buck.

No, not a syllable;

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,
Thanks you for this great care: I stood i' the level
Of a full-charg'd confederacy: and give thanks
To you that choak'd it.-Let be call'd before us
That gentleman of Buckingham's: in person
I'll hear him his confessions justify;
And point by point the treasons of his master
He shall again relate.
The King takes his state.

The Lords of the Council take their several places. The Cardinal places himself under the King's feet, on his right side.

A noise within, crying, Room for the Queen. Enter the Queen, ushered by the Dukes of Norfolk and Suffolk: she kneels. The King riseth from his state, takes her up, kisses, and pla eth her by him.

Q. Kath. Nay, we must longer kneel; I am a suitor. K. Hen. Arise, and take place by us :-half your suit Never name to us; you have half our power: The other moiety, ere you ask, is given;

Surv. Not long before your highness sped to France, The duke being at the Rose, within the parish Saint Lawrence Poultney, did of me demand What was the speech amongst the Londoners Concerning the French journey: I replied, Men fear'd, the French would prove perfidious, To the king's danger. Presently the duke Said, 'Twas the fear, indeed; and that he doubted, 'Twould prove the verity of certain words Spoke by a holy monk; that oft, says he, Hath sent to me, wishing me to permit John de la Court, my chaplain, a choice hour To hear from him a matter of some moment: Whom after under the confession's seal He solemnly had sworn, that, what he spoke, My chaplain to no creature living, but

To me, should utter, with demure confidence

This pausingly ensued,-Neither the king, nor his heirs
(Tell you the duke) shall prosper: bid him strive
To gain the love of the commonalty; the duke
Shall govern England.

Q. Kath.

If I know you well,

You were the duke's surveyor, and lost your office
On the complaint o'the tenants: take good heed,
You charge not in your spleen a noble person,
And spoil your nobler soul! I say, take heed;
Yes, heartily beseech you.

K. Hen.

Go forward.

Surv.

Let him on:

On my soul, I'll speak but truth.

I told my lord the duke, by the devil's illusions

The monk might be deceiv'd; and that 'twas dang'rous for him

To ruminate on this so far, until

It forg'd him some design, which, being believ'd,
It was much like to do: He answer'd, Tush !
It can do me no damage: adding further,
That, had the king in his last sickness fail'd,
The cardinal's and Sir Thomas Lovell's heads
Should have gone off.

K. Hen.
Ha! what, so rank? Ah, ha!
There's mischief in this man.-Canst thou say further?
Surv. I can, my liege.

God mend all! K. Hen. There's something more would out of thee; What say'st?

Surv. After,-the duke his father, with the knife,He stretch'd him, and, with one hand on his dagger, Another spread on his breast, mounting his eyes, He did discharge a horrible oath; whose tenor Was,-Were he evil us'd, he would outgo His father, by as much as a peformance Does an irresolute purpose.

K. Hen.

There's his period,

Though they be never so ridiculous,
Nay, let them be unmanly, yet are follow'd.
Cham. As far as I see, all the good our English
Have got by the late voyage, is but merely

A fit or two o' the face; but they are shrewd ones;
For when they hold them, you would swear directly
Their very noses had been counsellors
To Pepin, or Clotharius, they keep state so.

Sands. They have all new legs, and lame ones; one would take it,

That never saw them pace before, the spavin,
A springhalt reign'd among them.

Cham.

Death! my lord, Their clothes are after such a pagan cut too,

That, sure, they have worn out Christendom. How

now?

With all their honourable points of ignorance,
Pertaining thereunto, (as fights, and fireworks;
Abusing better men than they can be,
Out of a foreign wisdom,) renouncing clean
The faith they have in tennis, and tall stockings,
Short blister'd breeches, and those types of travel,
And understand again like honest men;

Or pack to their old playfellows: there, I take it,
They may, cum privilegio, wear away
The lag end of their lewdness, and be laugh'd at.
Sands. 'Tis time to give them physic, their diseases
Are grown so catching.

There will be woe indeed, lords; the sly whoresons Have got a speeding trick to lay down ladies;

A French song, and a fiddle, has no fellow.

Enter Lord Chamberlain, Lord Sands, and Sir Thomas
Lovell.

The very thought of this fair company
Clapp'd wings to me.

Cham.
You are young, Sir Harry Guildford.
Sands. Sir Thomas Lovell, had the cardinal
But half my lay-thoughts in him, some of these
Should find a running banquet ere they rested,
I think, would better please them: By my life,
They are a sweet society of fair ones.

Lov. O, that your lordship were but now confessor To one or two of these! I would, I were;

Sands.

going;

(For, sure, there's no converting of them ;) now An honest country lord, as I am, beaten

A long time out of play, may bring his plain-song,
And have an hour of hearing; and, by'r lady,
Held current music too.

Cham.
Well said, lord Sands;
Your colt's tooth is not cast yet.

Sands. Nor shall not, while I have a stump. Cham.

No, my lord:

Sir Thomas,

This night he makes a supper, and a great one,
To many lords and ladies; there will be
The beauty of this kingdom, I'll assure you.

Lov. That churchman bears a bounteous mind in deed,

A hand as fruitful as the land that feeds us;
His dews fall every where.

Cham.
No doubt, he's noble;
He had a black mouth, that said other of him.
Sands. He may, my lord, he has wherewithal; in
him,

Sparing would show a worse sin than ill doctrine:
Men of his way should be most liberal,

They are set here for examples.

Cham. True, they are so; But few now give so great ones. My barge stays; Your lordship shall along :-Come, good sir Thomas, We shall be late else: which I would not be, For I was spoke to, with Sir Henry Guildford, This night, to be comptrollers.

Sands.

I am your lordship's. [Exeunt.

SCENE IV. The Presence Chamber in York-Place. Hautboys. A small table under a state for the Cardinal, a longer table for the Guests. Enter at one door, Anne Bullen, and divers Lords, Ladies, and Gentlewomen, as Guests; at another door, enter Sir Henry Guildford.

Guil. Ladies, a general welcome from his grace Salutes ye all: This night he dedicates To fair content, and you: none here, he hopes, In all this noble bevy, has brought with her One care abroad; he would have all as merry As first-good company, good wine, good welcome Can make good people.--O, my lord, you are tardy ;

Two women plac'd together makes cold weather:My lord Sands, you are one will keep them waking; Pray, sit between these ladies.

And, pray, receive them nobly, and conduct them Into our presence, where this heaven of beauty Shall shine at full upon them :-Some attend him.[Exit Chamberlain, attended. All arise, and tables removed.

You have now a broken banquet; but we'll mend it. A good digestion to you all: and, once more, I shower a welcome on you:-Welcome all. Hautboys. Enter the King, and twelve others, as Maskers, habited like Shepherds, with sixteen Torchs bearers; ushered by the Lord Chamberlain. They pass directly before the Cardinal, and gracefully salute him.

A noble company! What are their pleasures?

Cham. 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 them.

1 Gen. That labour, sir. All's now done, but the ceremony Of bringing back the prisoner. 2 Gen.

1 Gen. Yes, indeed, was I. 2 Gen.

Were you there?

Pray, speak, what has happen'd? 1 Gen. You may guess quickly what. 2 Gen.

Is he found guilty? 1 Gen. Yes, truly is he, and condemn'd upon it. 2 Gen. I am sorry for❜t. 1 Gen.

So are a number more. 2 Gen. But, pray, how pass'd it?

1 Gen. I'll tell you in a little. The great duke Came to the bar; where, to his accusations,

He pleaded still, not guilty, and alleg'd
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 him brought, viva voce, to his face:
At which appear'd against him, his surveyor ;
Sir Gilbert Peck his chancellor; and John Court,
Confessor to him; with that devil-monk,
Hopkins, that made this mischief.

2 Gen.

That fed him with his prophecies? 1 Gen.

That was he,

. 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.

2 Gen. After all this, how did he bear himself?

1 Gen. When he was brought again to the bar,-to hear

His knell rung out, his judgement,-he was stirr
With such an agony, he sweat extremely,