BUCKINGHAM.
Lo you, my lord,
The net has fall’n upon me. I shall perish
Under device and practice.
BRANDON.
I am sorry
To see you ta’en from liberty, to look on
The business present. ’Tis his Highness’ pleasure
You shall to th’ Tower.
BUCKINGHAM.
It will help nothing
To plead mine innocence, for that dye is on me
Which makes my whit’st part black. The will of heaven
Be done in this and all things. I obey.
O my Lord Abergavenny, fare you well.
BRANDON.
Nay, he must bear you company.
[To Abergavenny.] The King
Is pleased you shall to th’ Tower, till you know
How he determines further.
ABERGAVENNY.
As the Duke said,
The will of heaven be done, and the King’s pleasure
By me obeyed.
BRANDON.
Here is warrant from
The King t’ attach Lord Montague, and the bodies
Of the Duke’s confessor, John de la Car,
One Gilbert Peck, his chancellor—
BUCKINGHAM.
So, so;
These are the limbs o’ th’ plot. No more, I hope?
BRANDON.
A monk o’ th’ Chartreux.
BUCKINGHAM.
O, Nicholas Hopkins?
BRANDON.
He.