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 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 !

Lov. 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.

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 them one day groan

for 't.

My noble father, Henry of Buckingham,

Who first raised head against usurping Richard
Flying for succour to his servant Banister,
Being distressed, was by that wretch betrayed,
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 per

ceive

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 Duke and Train.

1 Gent. O, this is full of pity.-Sir, it calls, I fear, too many curses on their heads

That were the authors.

2 Gent.

If the Duke be guiltless,

"T is full of woe: yet I can give you inkling Of an ensuing evil, if it fall,

Greater than this.

1 Gent.

Good angels keep it from us!

What may it be? You do not doubt my faith,

sir?

2 Gent. This secret is so weighty, 't will require A strong faith to conceal it.

1 Gent.

I do not talk much.

Let me have it:

2 Gent.

I am confident;

You shall, sir: did you not of late days hear

A buzzing of a separation

Between the King and Katharine ?

1 Gent.

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.

2 Gent.

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, possessed him with a scruple
That will undo her: to confirm this too,
Cardinal Campeius is arrived and lately,
As all think, for this business.

"T is the Cardinal;

1 Gent. And merely to revenge him on the Emperor, For not bestowing on him, at his asking,

The archbishoprick of Toledo, this is purposed.

2 Gent. I think you have hit the mark: but is 't

not cruel,

That she should feel the smart of this? The Car

dinal

Will have his will, and she must fall.

1 Gent.

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

"T is woful

[Exeunt.

SCENE II.-An Ante-chamber in the Palace. Enter the Lord Chamberlain, reading this letter. Cham. My lord,-The horses your lordship sent for, with all the care I had, I saw well chosen, ridden, and furnished. 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 served before a Subject, if not before the King; which stopped our mouths, sir.' I fear, he will, indeed; well, let him have them : He will have all, I think.

Enter the Dukes of NORFOLK and SUFFOLK.
Nor. Well met, my Lord Chamberlain.
Cham. Good day to both your graces.
Suf. How is the King employed?
Cham

I left him private,