Henry The Eighth (Folio 1, 1623)
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The Life of King Henry the Eight.1865And came to th'eye o'th'King, wherein was read
¶To stay the Iudgement o'th'Diuorce; for if
¶It did take place, I do (quoth he) perceiue
¶My King is tangled in affection, to
1870A Creature of the Queenes, Lady Anne Bullen.
¶Sur. Ha's the King this?
¶Suf. Beleeue it.
¶Sur. Will this worke?
1875And hedges his owne way. But in this point,
¶All his trickes founder, and he brings his Physicke
¶After his Patients death; the King already
¶Hath married the faire Lady.
¶Sur. Would he had.
¶Sur. Now all my ioy
¶Trace the Coniunction.
¶Suf. My Amen too't.
1885Nor. All mens.
¶Suf. There's order giuen for her Coronation:
¶Marry this is yet but yong, and may be left
¶To some eares vnrecounted. But my Lords
¶She is a gallant Creature, and compleate
1890In minde and feature. I perswade me, from her
¶In it be memoriz'd.
¶Sur. But will the King
¶Digest this Letter of the Cardinals?
1895The Lord forbid.
¶Nor. Marry Amen.
¶Suf. No, no:
1900Is stolne away to Rome, hath 'tane no leaue,
¶Ha's left the cause o'th'King vnhandled, and
¶Is posted as the Agent of our Cardinall,
¶The King cry'de Ha, at this.
¶And let him cry Ha, lowder.
¶Norf. But my Lord
¶When returnes Cranmer?
¶Suf. He is return'd in his Opinions, which
¶Together with all famous Colledges
¶Her Coronation. Katherine no more
¶And Widdow to Prince Arthur.
¶A worthy Fellow, and hath tane much paine
¶For it, an Arch-byshop.
¶Nor. So I heare.
¶
Enter Wolsey and Cromwell.
1925The Cardinall.
¶Car. The Packet Cromwell,
¶Gau't you the King?
¶Crom. To his owne hand, in's Bed-chamber.
¶He did it with a Serious minde: a heede
¶Was in his countenance. You he bad
1935Attend him heere this Morning.
¶Card. Is he ready to come abroad?
¶Crom. I thinke by this he is.
¶Anne Bullen? No: Ile no Anne Bullens for him,
¶There's more in't then faire Visage. Bullen?
¶No, wee'l no Bullens: Speedily I wish
¶Suf. Maybe he heares the King
¶Does whet his Anger to him.
¶Sur. Sharpe enough,
¶Lord for thy Iustice.
1950Car. The late Queenes Gentlewoman?
¶A Knights Daughter
¶Then out it goes. What though I know her vertuous
1955And well deseruing? yet I know her for
¶Our hard rul'd King. Againe, there is sprung vp
¶An Heretique, an Arch-one; Cranmer, one
1960Hath crawl'd into the fauour of the King,
¶And is his Oracle.
¶
Enter King, reading of a Scedule.
1965The Master-cord on's heart.
¶Suf. The King, the King.
¶King. What piles of wealth hath he accumulated
¶To his owne portion? And what expence by'th'houre
¶Seemes to flow from him? How, i'th'name of Thrift
1970Does he rake this together? Now my Lords,
¶Saw you the Cardinall?
¶Nor. My Lord, we haue
¶Is in his braine: He bites his lip, and starts,
1975Stops on a sodaine, lookes vpon the ground,
¶Then layes his finger on his Temple: straight
¶King. It may well be,
¶There is a mutiny in's minde. This morning,
¶As I requir'd: and wot you what I found
1985There (on my Conscience put vnwittingly)
¶Forsooth an Inuentory, thus importing
¶Rich Stuffes and Ornaments of Houshold, which
¶Nor. It's Heauens will,
¶Some Spirit put this paper in the Packet,
¶King. If we did thinke
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