ACT II
SCENE I Westminster. A street.


 [Enter two Gentlemen, meeting]

First Gentleman Whither away so fast?

Second Gentleman O, God save ye!
 Even 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
 Urged on the examinations, proofs, confessions
 Of divers witnesses; which the duke desired
 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 accused 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 the 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 removed,
 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;--

First Gentleman Stay there, sir,
 And see the noble ruin'd man you speak of.

 [Enter BUCKINGHAM from his arraignment; tip-staves
 before him; the axe with the edge towards him;
 halberds on each side: accompanied with LOVELL,
 VAUX, SANDS, and common people]

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 received 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 loved 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, o' 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 beloved 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 the 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 one day groan for't.
 My noble father, Henry of Buckingham,
 Who first raised head against usurping Richard,
 Flying for succor to his servant Banister,
 Being distress'd, 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,
 Restored 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 we are one in fortunes: both
 Fell by our servants, by those men we loved most;
 A most unnatural and faithless service!
 Heaven 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. Farewell:
 And when you would say something that is sad,
 Speak how I fell. I have done; and God forgive me!

 [Exeunt BUCKINGHAM and Train]

First Gentleman O, this is full of pity! Sir, it calls,
 I fear, too many curses on their beads
 That were the authors.

Second Gentleman 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.

First Gentleman                   Good angels keep it from us!
 What may it be? You do not doubt my faith, sir?

Second Gentleman This secret is so weighty, 'twill require
 A strong faith to conceal it.

First Gentleman Let me have it;
 I do not talk much.

Second Gentleman I am confident,
 You shall, sir: did you not of late days hear
 A buzzing of a separation
 Between the king and Katharine?

First Gentleman 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 rumor, and allay those tongues
 That durst disperse it.

Second Gentleman But that slander, sir,
 Is found a 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, possess'd him with a scruple
 That will undo her: to confirm this too,
 Cardinal Campeius is arrived, and lately;
 As all think, for this business.

First Gentleman 'Tis the cardinal;
 And merely to revenge him on the emperor
 For not bestowing on him, at his asking,
 The archbishopric of Toledo, this is purposed.

Second Gentleman 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.

First Gentleman 'Tis woful.
 We are too open here to argue this;
 Let's think in private more.

 [Exeunt]




 KING HENRY VIII


ACT II