King. By heaven, she is a dainty one. Sweetheart,
I were unmannerly, to take you out,

And not to kiss you. A health, gentlemen!

Let it go round.

Wol. Sir Thomas Lovell, is the banquet ready
I' the privy chamber?

Lov.

Wol.

Yes, my lord.

Your grace,

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I fear, with dancing is a little heated. King. I fear, too much.

Wol.

There's fresher air, my lord,

In the next chamber.

King. Lead in your ladies, every one. Sweet partner,
I must not yet forsake you. Let's be merry,
Good my lord cardinal: I have half a dozen healths
To drink to these fair ladies, and a measure
To lead 'em once again; and then let 's dream
Who's best in favour. Let the music knock it.

[Exeunt with trumpets.

ACT SECOND.

Scene I.

Westminster. A street.

Enter two Gentlemen, meeting.

First Gent. Whither away so fast?

Sec. Gent.

O, God save ye!

Even to the hall, to hear what shall become
Of the great Duke of Buckingham.

First Gent.

I'll save you

That labour, sir. All's now done, but the ceremony.

First Gent. You may guess quickly what.
Sec. Gent.

Is he found guilty?

First Gent. Yes, truly is he, and condemn'd upon 't.

Sec. Gent. I am sorry for 't.

First Gent.

So are a number more.

Sec. Gent. But, pray, how pass'd it?

First Gent. 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.

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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.

Sec. Gent. After all this, how did he bear himself?

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First Gent. When he was brought again to the bar, to hear
His knell rung out, his judgement, 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.
Sec. Gent. I do not think he fears death.
First Gent.

Sure, he does not;

He never was so womanish; the cause
He may a little grieve at.

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.

Sec. Gent.

Was a deep envious one.

First Gent.

That trick of state

At his return

This is noted,

No doubt he will requite it.

And generally, whoever the king favours,
The cardinal instantly will find employment,
And far enough from court too.

Sec. Gent.

All the commons

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Hate him perniciously, and, o' my conscience,
Wish him ten fathom deep: this duke as much
They love and dote on; call him bounteous Buck-

ingham,

The mirror of all courtesy

First Gent.

Stay there, sir,

And see the noble ruin'd man you speak of.