_Buck._ Nay, Sir Nicholas, 100 Let it alone; my state now will but mock me.[276] When I came hither, I was lord high constable And Duke of Buckingham; now, poor Edward Bohun:[277] Yet I am richer than my base accusers, That never knew what truth meant: I now seal it; 105 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 succour to his servant Banister, Being distress'd, was by that wretch betray'd, 110 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, 115 Henry the Eighth, life, honour, name and all[278] 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: 120 Yet thus far we are one in fortunes: both[279] Fell by our servants, by those men we loved most;[280] 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: 125 Where you are liberal of your loves and counsels Be sure you be not loose; for those you make friends[281] And give your hearts to, when they once perceive The least rub in your fortunes, fall away Like water from ye, never found again 130 But where they mean to sink ye. All good people,[282] Pray for me! I must now forsake ye: the last hour[283] Of my long weary life is come upon me.[284] Farewell:[285] And when you would say something that is sad,[284][286] 135 Speak how I fell. I have done; and God forgive me![287] [_Exeunt Duke and Train._ _First Gent._ O, this is full of pity! Sir, it calls, I fear, too many curses on their heads That were the authors. _Sec. Gent._ If the duke be guiltless, 'Tis full of woe: yet I can give you inkling 140 Of an ensuing evil, if it fall, Greater than this. _First Gent._ Good angels keep it from us! What may it be? You do not doubt my faith, sir?[288] _Sec. Gent._ This secret is so weighty, 'twill require A strong faith to conceal it. _First Gent._ Let me have it; 145 I do not talk much. _Sec. Gent._ I am confident; You shall, sir: did you not of late days hear A buzzing of a separation Between the king and Katharine?