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; 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 triak,

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 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 certainga
Where you are liberal of your loves, and counsels,
By sure, you be not loose; for those you make
friends, OM

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 for give me!

[Exeunt BUCKINGHAM and Train. 1. Gent. Q, 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,

'Tis full of woe: yet I can give you inkling Af 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. The secret is so weighty; 'twill re•quire A strong faith to conceal it.

1. Gent. Let me have it;

I do not talk much.

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 desperse 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, 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.

1. Gent. 'Tis the Cardinal;

And merely to revenge him on the Emperor,
For not bestowing on him, at his asking,
The archbishoprick of Toledo, this is purpos'd.

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. 'Tis woful.

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

SCENE II.

[Exeunt.

Enter the Lord Chamberlain, reading a 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 stopp'd 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 mét, my good

Lord Chamberlain.

Cham. Good day to both your Graces.

Suf. How is the King employ'd?
Cham. I left him private,

Full of sad thoughts and troubles.

Nor. What's the cause?

Cham. It seems, the marriage with his brother's wife

Has crept too near his conscience.
Suf. No, his conscience

Has crept too. near another lady.
Nor. '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.

Suf. Pray God, he do! he'll never know himself else.

Nor. 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 mar-
riage:

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 lustre ;
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?
Cham. Heaven keep me from such counsel!
'Tis most true,

These news are every where; every tongue speaks them,

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.

Suf. And free us from his slavery.
Nor. We had need pray,

And heartily, for our deliverance;
Or this imperious man will work us all
From Princes into pages: all men's honours
Lie in one lump before him, to be fashion'd
Into what pitch he please.

Suf. 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, they 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.

Nor. Let's in;

And, with some other business, put the King From these sad thoughts, that work too inuch upon him:

My Lord, you'll bear us company ?

Cham. Excuse me ;

The King hath sent me otherwhere

besides,

You'll find a most unfit time to disturb him:
Health to your Lordships.

Nor. Thanks, my good Lord Chamberlain.
[Exit Lord Chamberlain.