| 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. | 5 |
| 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. | 10 |
| 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. | 15 |
| 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 | 20 |
| | 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: | 25 |
| | 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 | 30 |
| | 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, | 35 |
| | 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 | 40 |
| | 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. | 45 |
| 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 | 50 |
| | 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, | 55 |
| | 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, | 60 |
| | 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, | 65 |
| | 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. | 70 |
| | Enter BUCKINGHAM from his arraignment; tip-stavesbefore 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, | 75 |
| | 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: | 80 |
| | 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. | 85 |
| | 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 | 90 |
| | 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. | 95 |
| 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; | 100 |
| | 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 | 105 |
| | 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! | 110 |
| | 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. | 115 |
| 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, | 120 |
| | 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; | 125 |
| | 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, | 130 |
| | 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, | 135 |
| | 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: | 140 |
| | 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: | 145 |
| | 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 | 150 |
| | 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! | 155 |
| | 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 | 160 |
| | 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 | 165 |
| | 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 | 170 |
| | 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 | 175 |
| | 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 | 180 |
| | 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; | 185 |
| | 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. | 190 |
| 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; | 195 |
| | Let's think in private more. | |
| | Exeunt | |