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To save my life; yet, to say truth, my lords,
The man staid long enough t' endanger it:-
But I could see no more into his heart,
Than what his outward actions did present;
And for them have rewarded him so fully,
As that there wanted nothing in our gift
To gratify his merit, as I thought,
Unless I should divide my crown with him,
And give him half; though now I well perceive
"Twould scarce have serv'd his turn, without the

But I am charitable, lords; let justice
Proceed in execution, whilst I mourn
The loss of one whom I esteem'd a friend.

Dur. Sir, he is coming this way.

K. Hen. If he speak to me, I could deny him nothing; to prevent it, I must withdraw. Pray, lords, commend my fa


To his last peace, which, with him, I will pray

for: Thật done, it doth concern us to consult Of other following troubles.

Oxf. I am glad He's gone; upon my life he would have pardon'd The traitor, had he seen him.


says) of new distaste doth commonly sour the whole lump of former merit, the king's wit began now to suggest unto his passion, that Stanley at Bosworth-field, though he came in time to save his life, yet he staid long enough to endanger it.After all, the writer hints, as broadly as he dared, that Stanley's main guilt lay in his vast accumulations, which Henry viewed with too greedy an eye.

Sur, 'Tis a king
Composed of gentleness.

Dur. Rare and unheard of:
But every man is nearest to himself,
And that the king observes; 'tis fit he should.

Enter STANLEY, Executioner, Confessor, URSWICK

and DAWBENEY. Stan. May I not speak with Clifford, ere I shake This piece of frailty off?

Daw. You shall; he's sent for.
Stan. I must not see the king ?

Dur. From him, sir William,
These lords, and I am sent; he bade us say
That he commends his mercy to your thoughts ;
Wishing the laws of England could remit
The forfeit of your life, as willingly
As he would, in the sweetness of his nature,
Forget your trespass : but howe'er your body
Fall into dust, he vows, the king himself
Doth vow, to keep a requiem for your soul,
As for a friend, close treasured in his bosom.

Oxf. Without remembrance of your errors past, I come to take my leave, and wish you heaven. .

Sur. And I; good angels guard you !

Stan. Oh, the king, Next to my soul, shall be the nearest subject Of my last prayers. My grave lord of Durham, My lords of Oxford, Surrey, Dawbeney, all, Accept from a poor dying man a farewell. I was, as you are, once, great, and stood hopeful

Of many flourishing years; but fate and time
Have wheel'd about, to turn me into nothing.

Daw. Sir Robert Clifford comes, the man, sir

You so desire to speak with.

Dur. Mark their meeting.
Clif. Sir William Stanley, I am glad your con-

Before your end, hath emptied every burden
Which charg'd it, as that you can clearly witness,
How far I have proceeded in a duty
That both concern’d my truth, and the state's safety.

Stan. Mercy, how dear is life to such as hug it! Come hither-by this token think on me!

[Makes a cross on CLIFFORD's face with

his finger. Clif. This token? What! am I abusid?

Stan. You are not. I wet upon your cheeks a holy sign, The cross, the Christian's badge, the traitor's in

famy; Wear, Clifford, to thy grave this painted emblem: Water shall never wasb it off, all eyes That gaze upon thy face, shall read there written, A state-informer's character; more ugly, Stamp'd on a noble name, than on a base. The heavens forgive thee!—pray, my lords, no

change Of words; this man and I have used too many.

Clif. Shall I be disgraced Without reply?

Dur. Give losers leave to talk; His loss is irrecoverable.

Stan. Once more, To all a long farewell! The best of greatness Preserve the king! my next suit is, my lords, To be remember'd to my noble brother, Derby, my much griev'd brother: Oh, persuade


That I shall stand no blemish to his house,
In chronicles writ in another age.
My heart doth bleed for him, and for his sighs:
Tell him, he must not think the style of Derby,
Nor being husband to king Henry's mother,
The league with peers, the smiles of fortune, can
Secure his peace above the state of man.
I take my leave to travel to my dust;
Subjects deserve their deaths whose kings are just.
Come, confessor! On with thy axe, friend, on.

[He is led off to execution. Clif. Was I call'd hither by a traitor's breath To be upbraided! Lords, the king shall know it.

Re-enter King Henry with a white staff.
K. Hen. The king doth know it, sir; the king

hath heard What he or you could say. We have given credit To every point of Clifford's information,

6 Derby, my much griev'd brother.) See p. 15. Lord Stanley had been raised to the dignity of an Earl in October, 1485, a few weeks after the battle of Bosworth,

The only evidence 'gainst Stanley's head':
He dies for it; are you pleased ?

Clif. I pleased, my lord ?

K. Hen. No echos: for your service, we dismiss Your more attendance on the court; take ease, And live at home; but, as you love your life, Stir not from London without leave from us, We'll think on your reward; away! Clif. I go, sir.

[Exit. K. Hen. Die all our griefs with Stanley! Take

this staff Of office, Dawbeney ;' henceforth be our cham

· Daw. I am your humblest servant.

K. Hen. We are follow'd
By enemies at home, that will not cease
To seek their own confusion; 'tis most true,
The Cornish under Audley are march'd on
As far as Winchester;—but let them come,
Our forces are in readiness, we'll catch them
In their own toils.

Daw. Your army, being muster'd,
Consists in all, of horse and foot, at least
In number, six-and-twenty thousand; men
Daring and able, resolute to fight,
And loyal in their truths.

K. Hen. We know it, Dawbeney:

7 Daubeney.]

“ This person (Charles Lord D'Aubigny) was a person," Bacon says, “ of great sufficiency and valour, the more because he was gentle and modest.” Yet he always appears on the side of violent counsels; and more forward with his flattery than any of the courtiers in the king's confidence.

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