Buck. So, so;
These are the limbs o' the plot: no more, I hope. 220
Bran. A monk o' the Chartreux.
Buck. O, Nicholas Hopkins?[88]
Bran. He.
Buck. 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,[89][90] 225
By darkening my clear sun. My lord, farewell. [Exeunt.[89][91]
Scene II. The same. The council-chamber.
Cornets. Enter King Henry, 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.[92]
King. My life itself, and the best heart of it,
Thanks you for this great care: I stood i' the level
Of a full-charged confederacy, and give thanks[93]
To you that choked it. Let be call'd before us[94]
That gentleman of Buckingham's; in person[95] 5
I'll hear him his confessions justify;
And point by point the treasons of his master[96]
He shall again relate.
A noise within, crying 'Room for the Queen!' Enter Queen Katharine, ushered by the Duke of Norfolk, and the Duke of Suffolk: she kneels. The King riseth from his state, takes her up, kisses and placeth her by him.[97]
Q. Kath. Nay, we must longer kneel: I am a suitor.