Your office, Sergeant: execute it

Brandon
Your office, Sergeant: execute it.Hyperbaton
Sergeant, to Buckingham
Sir,
My lord the Duke of Buckingham and Earl
Of Hertford, Stafford, and Northampton, I
Arrest thee of high treason, in the name
Of our most sovereign king.

I am the shadow of poor Buckingham,
Whose figure even this instant cloud puts on
By dark’ning my clear sun.

Buckingham, to Norfolk
Lo you, my lord,
The net has fall’n upon me.Metaphor I shall perish
Under device and practice.
Brandon
I am sorry
To see you ta’en from liberty, to look on
The business present.Anastrophe ’Tis his Highness’ pleasure
You shall to th’ Tower.Ellipsis
Buckingham
It will help me nothingAnthimeria
To plead mine innocence, for that dye is on me
Which makes my whit’st part black.Metaphor 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.—The King
Is pleased you shall to th’ Tower, till you know
How he determines further.Ellipsis
Abergavenny
As the Duke said,
The will of heaven be done, and the King’s pleasure
By me obeyed.Anastrophe
Brandon
Here is a warrant from
The King t’ attach Lord Mountacute, and the bodies
Of the Duke’s confessor, John de la Car,
One Gilbert Peck, his counselor—
Buckingham
So, so;
These are the limbs o’ th’ plot.Synecdoche No more, I hope.Anastrophe
Brandon
A monk o’ th’ Chartreux.
Buckingham
O, Michael Hopkins?
Brandon
He.Anapodotons
Buckingham
My surveyor is false. The o’ergreat cardinal
Hath showed him gold. My life is spanned already.
I am the shadow of poor Buckingham,
Whose figure even this instant cloud puts on
By dark’ning my clear sun.Metaphors To Norfolk. My lord, farewell.
 They exit.