BRANDON.
He.

BUCKINGHAM.
My surveyor is false; the o'er-great Cardinal
Hath show'd him gold; my life is spann'd already.
I am the shadow of poor Buckingham,
Whose figure even this instant cloud puts on,
By dark'ning my clear sun. My lord, farewell.

[Exeunt.]



SCENE II. The same. The council-chamber.

[Cornets. Enter the King, leaning on the Cardinal's shoulder,
the Nobles, and Sir Thomas Lovell; the Cardinal places himself
under the King's feet on his right side.]

KING.
My life itself, and the best heart of it,
Thanks you for this great care. I stood i' the level
Of a full-charg'd confederacy, and give thanks
To you that chok'd it. Let be call'd before us
That gentleman of Buckingham's; in person
I'll hear his confessions justify;
And point by point the treasons of his master
He shall again relate.