1 Gen.
Whither away so fast?

2 Gen.
O, God save ye:
Even to the Hall, to hear what shall become
Of the great Duke of Buckingham.

1 Gen.
I'll save you
That labour, Sir. All's now done, but the Ceremony
Of bringing back the Prisoner.

2 Gen.
Were you there?

1 Gen.
Yes indeed was I.

2 Gen.
Pray speak what has happened.

1 Gen.
You may guess quickly what.

2 Gen.
Is he found guilty?

1 Gen.
Yes, truly is he,
And condemn'd upon't.

2 Gen.
I am sorry for't.

1 Gen.
So are a number more.

2 Gen.
But pray how past 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 alledged
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 Pecke, his Chancellor, and John Car
Confessor to him, with that Devil Monk,
Hopkins, that made this mischief.

2 Gen.
That was he,
That fed him with his Prophecies.

1 Gen.
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 th' Bar, to hear
His Knell rung out, his Judgment, he was stirr'd
With such an Agony, he sweat extreamly,
And something spoke in choler, ill and hasty;
But he fell to himself again, and sweetly,
In all the rest, shew'd a most noble Patience.

2 Gen.
I do not think he fears death.

1 Gen.
Sure he does not,
He never was so Womanish, the cause
He may a little grieve at.

2 Gen.
Certainly,
The Cardinal is the end of this.

1 Gen.
'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.

2 Gen.
That trick of State
Was a deep envious one.

1 Gen.
At his return,
No doubt he will requite it; this is noted
And generally, who ever the King favours,
The Cardinal instantly will find employment for,
And far enough from Court too.

2 Gen.
All the Commons
Hate him perniciously, and O' my Conscience,
Wish him ten Fathom deep: This Duke as much
They love and doat on, call him Bounteous Buckingham,
The Mirror of all Courtesie. Enter Buckingham from his Arraignment. Tipstaves before him, the Axe with the edge towards him, Halberds on each side, accompanied with Sir Thomas Lovel, Sir Nicholas Vaux, Walter Sands, and common People, &c.

1 Gen.
Stay there, Sir,
And see the noble ruin'd Man you speak of.

2 Gen.
Let's stand close and behold him.

Buck.
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 Heav'n bear witness,
And if I have a Conscience, let it sink me,
Even as the Axe falls, if I be not faithful.
To th' 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 Heav'n.
Lead on a God's Name.

Lov.
I do beseech your Grace for Charity,
If ever any malice in your Heart
Were hid against me, now to forgive me frankly.

Buck.
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 make my Grave.
Commend me to his Grace:
And if he speak of Buckingham, pray tell him,
You met him half in Heav'n: My Vows and Prayers,
Yet are the King's; and 'till my Soul forsake me,
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.

Lov.
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.

Buck.
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 one Day groan for't.
My noble Father, Henry of Buckingham,
Who first rais'd head against Usurping Richard,
Flying for succour to his Servant Banister,
Being distrest, was by that wretch betray'd,
And without Trial, fell; God's peace be with him.
Henry the Seventh succeeding, truly pitying
My Father's loss, like a most Royal Prince
Restor'd me to my Honours; and out of Ruins
Made my Name once more Noble. Now his Son,
Henry the Eighth, Life, Honour, Name, and all
That made me happy, at one stroke has taken
For ever from the World. I had my Trial,
And must needs say, a Noble one; which makes me
A little happier than my wretched Father:
Yet thus far are we one in Fortune, both
Fell by our Servants, by those Men we lov'd most:
A most unnatural and faithless Service.
Heav'n has an end in all; yet, you that hear me,
This from a dying Man receive as certain:
Where you are liberal of your Loves and Counsels,
Be sure you be not loose; for those you make Friends,
And give your Hearts to, when they once perceive
The least rub in your Fortunes, fall away

Like Water from ye, never found again,
But where they mean to sink ye; all good People
Pray for me, I must now forsake ye; the last hour
Of my long weary Life is come upon me:
Farewel; and when you would say something that is sad,
Speak how I fell.
I have done; and God forgive me. [Exeunt Buckingham and Train.

1 Gen.
O, this is full of pity; Sir, it calls,
I fear, too many curses on their Heads,
That were the Authors.

2 Gen.
If the Duke be guiltless,
'Tis full of woe; yet I can give you inkling
Of an ensuing evil, if it fall,
Greater than this.

1 Gen.
Good Angels keep it from us:
What may it be? you do not doubt my Faith, Sir?

2 Gen.
This Secret is so weighty, 'twill require
A strong faith to conceal it.

1 Gen.
Let me have it;
I do not talk much.

2 Gen.
I am confident;
You shall, Sir: Did you not of late Days hear
A buzzing, of a Separation,
Between the King and Katharine?

1 Gen.
Yes, but it held not;
For when the King once heard it, out of anger
He sent command to the Lord Mayor straight
To stop the Rumour, and allay the Tongues
That durst disperse it.

2 Gen.
But that slander, Sir,
Is a sound truth now; for it grows again
Fresher than e'er it was, and held for certain
The King will venture at it. Either the Cardinal,
Or some about him near, have, out of malice
To the good Queen, possest him with a scruple
That will undo her: To confirm this too,
Cardinal Campeius is arriv'd, and lately,
As all think, for this business.

1 Gen.
'Tis the Cardinal;
And meerly to revenge him on the Emperor,

For not bestowing on him, at his asking,
The Arch-Bishoprick of Toledo, this is purpos'd.

2 Gen.
I think
You have hit the mark; but is't not cruel,
That she should feel the smart of this? the Cardinal
Will have his Will, and she must fall.

1 Gen.
'Tis woful.
We are too open here to argue this:
Let's think in Private more. [Exeunt.

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