_Buck._ Pray, give me favour, sir. This cunning cardinal[68] The articles o' the combination drew[69] As himself pleased; and they were ratified 170 As he cried 'Thus let be,' to as much end[70] As give a crutch to the dead: but our count-cardinal[71] Has done this, and 'tis well; for worthy Wolsey, Who cannot err, he did it. Now this follows-- Which, as I take it, is a kind of puppy 175 To the old dam, treason--Charles the emperor, Under pretence to see the queen his aunt-- For 'twas indeed his colour, but he came To whisper Wolsey--here makes visitation: His fears were that the interview betwixt 180 England and France might through their amity Breed him some prejudice; for from this league Peep'd harms that menaced him: he privily[72] Deals with our cardinal; and, as I trow--[73] Which I do well, for I am sure the emperor 185 Paid ere he promised; whereby his suit was granted Ere it was ask'd--but when the way was made And paved with gold, the emperor thus desired,[74] That he would please to alter the king's course And break the foresaid peace. Let the king know, 190 As soon he shall by me, that thus the cardinal Does buy and sell his honour as he pleases And for his own advantage.[75] NOR. I am sorry To hear this of him, and could wish he were[76] Something mistaken in't. _Buck._ No, not a syllable: 195 I do pronounce him in that very shape He shall appear in proof. _Enter_ BRANDON, _a_ Sergeant at arms _before him, and two or three of the_ Guard.[77] _Bran._ Your office, sergeant; execute it. _Serg._ Sir,[78] My lord the Duke of Buckingham, and Earl Of Hereford, Stafford, and Northampton, I[79] 200 Arrest thee of high treason, in the name Of our most sovereign king. _Buck._ Lo you, my lord,[80] The net has fall'n upon me! I shall perish Under device and practice. _Bran._ I am sorry[81] To see you ta'en from liberty, to look on[81] 205 The business present: 'tis his highness' pleasure[81][82] You shall to the Tower.[81] _Buck._ It will help me nothing To plead mine innocence; for that dye is on me Which makes my whitest part black. The will of heaven Be done in this and all things! I obey. 210 O my Lord Abergavenny, fare you well![83] _Bran._ Nay, he must bear you company. [_To Abergavenny._] The king[84] Is pleased you shall to the Tower, till you know How he determines further.