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 n.o.ble 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 G.o.d"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 one day groan fort.
My n.o.ble father, Henry of Buckingham, Who first rais"d head against usurping Richard, Flying for succour to his servant Banister, Being distress"d, was by that wretch betray"d And without trial fell; G.o.d"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 n.o.ble. 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 n.o.ble 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 lov"d 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 G.o.d forgive me!
Exeunt BUCKINGHAM and train FIRST GENTLEMAN. O, this is full of pity! Sir, it calls, I fear, too many curses on their heads 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 rumour 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 arriv"d 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 purpos"d.
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 woeful.
We are too open here to argue this; Let"s think in private more. Exeunt
ACT II. SCENE 2.
London. The palace
Enter the LORD CHAMBERLAIN reading this letter
CHAMBERLAIN. "My lord, "The horses your lordship sent for, with all the care had, I saw well chosen, ridden, and furnish"d. They were young and handsome, and of the best breed in the north.
When they were ready to set out for London, a man of my Lord Cardinal"s, by commission, and main power, took "em from me, with this reason: his master would be serv"d before a subject, if not before the King; which stopp"d our mouths, sir."
I fear he will indeed. Well, let him have them.
He will have all, I think.
Enter to the LORD CHAMBERLAIN the DUKES OF NORFOLK and SUFFOLK
NORFOLK. Well met, my Lord Chamberlain.
CHAMBERLAIN. Good day to both your Graces.
SUFFOLK. How is the King employ"d?
CHAMBERLAIN. I left him private, Full of sad thoughts and troubles.
NORFOLK. What"s the cause?
CHAMBERLAIN. It seems the marriage with his brother"s wife Has crept too near his conscience.
SUFFOLK. No, his conscience Has crept too near another lady.
NORFOLK. "Tis so; This is the Cardinal"s doing; the King-Cardinal, That blind priest, like the eldest son of fortune, Turns what he list. The King will know him one day.
SUFFOLK. Pray G.o.d he do! He"ll never know himself else.
NORFOLK. How holily he works in all his business!
And with what zeal! For, now he has crack"d the league Between us and the Emperor, the Queen"s great nephew, He dives into the King"s soul and there scatters Dangers, doubts, wringing of the conscience, Fears, and despairs-and all these for his marriage; And out of all these to restore the King, He counsels a divorce, a loss of her That like a jewel has hung twenty years About his neck, yet never lost her l.u.s.tre; Of her that loves him with that excellence That angels love good men with; even of her That, when the greatest stroke of fortune falls, Will bless the King-and is not this course pious?
CHAMBERLAIN. Heaven keep me from such counsel! "Tis most true These news are everywhere; every tongue speaks "em, And every true heart weeps for "t. All that dare Look into these affairs see this main end- The French King"s sister. Heaven will one day open The King"s eyes, that so long have slept upon This bold bad man.
SUFFOLK. And free us from his slavery.
NORFOLK. We had need pray, and heartily, for our deliverance; Or this imperious man will work us an From princes into pages. All men"s honours Lie like one lump before him, to be fashion"d Into what pitch he please.
SUFFOLK. For me, my lords, I love him not, nor fear him-there"s my creed; As I am made without him, so I"ll stand, If the King please; his curses and his blessings Touch me alike; th" are breath I not believe in.
I knew him, and I know him; so I leave him To him that made him proud-the Pope.
NORFOLK. Let"s in; And with some other business put the King From these sad thoughts that work too much upon him.
My lord, you"ll bear us company?
CHAMBERLAIN. Excuse me, The King has sent me otherwhere; besides, You"ll find a most unfit time to disturb him.
Health to your lordships!
NORFOLK. Thanks, my good Lord Chamberlain.
Exit LORD CHAMBERLAIN; and the KING draws the curtain and sits reading pensively SUFFOLK. How sad he looks; sure, he is much afflicted.
KING. Who"s there, ha?
NORFOLK. Pray G.o.d he be not angry.
KING HENRY. Who"s there, I say? How dare you thrust yourselves Into my private meditations?
Who am I, ha?
NORFOLK. A gracious king that pardons all offences Malice ne"er meant. Our breach of duty this way Is business of estate, in which we come To know your royal pleasure.
KING. Ye are too bold.
Go to; I"ll make ye know your times of business.
Is this an hour for temporal affairs, ha?
Enter WOLSEY and CAMPEIUS with a commission
Who"s there? My good Lord Cardinal? O my Wolsey, The quiet of my wounded conscience, Thou art a cure fit for a King. [To CAMPEIUS] You"re welcome, Most learned reverend sir, into our kingdom.
Use us and it. [To WOLSEY] My good lord, have great care I be not found a talker.
WOLSEY. Sir, you cannot.
I would your Grace would give us but an hour Of private conference.
KING. [To NORFOLK and SUFFOLK] We are busy; go.
NORFOLK. [Aside to SUFFOLK] This priest has no pride in him!
SUFFOLK. [Aside to NORFOLK] Not to speak of!
I would not be so sick though for his place.
But this cannot continue.
NORFOLK. [Aside to SUFFOLK] If it do, I"ll venture one have-at-him.
SUFFOLK. [Aside to NORFOLK] I another.
Exeunt NORFOLK and SUFFOLK WOLSEY. Your Grace has given a precedent of wisdom Above all princes, in committing freely Your scruple to the voice of Christendom.
Who can be angry now? What envy reach you?
The Spaniard, tied by blood and favour to her, Must now confess, if they have any goodness, The trial just and n.o.ble. All the clerks, I mean the learned ones, in Christian kingdoms Have their free voices. Rome the nurse of judgment, Invited by your n.o.ble self, hath sent One general tongue unto us, this good man, This just and learned priest, Cardinal Campeius, Whom once more I present unto your Highness.
KING. And once more in mine arms I bid him welcome, And thank the holy conclave for their loves.
They have sent me such a man I would have wish"d for.
CAMPEIUS. Your Grace must needs deserve an strangers" loves, You are so n.o.ble. To your Highness" hand I tender my commission; by whose virtue- The court of Rome commanding-you, my Lord Cardinal of York, are join"d with me their servant In the unpartial judging of this business.
KING. Two equal men. The Queen shall be acquainted Forthwith for what you come. Where"s Gardiner?