Henry The Eighth (Folio 1, 1623)
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The Life of King Henry the Eight.
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1995His Contemplation were aboue the earth,
¶Dwell in his Musings, but I am affraid
¶His Thinkings are below the Moone, not worth
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King takes his Seat, whispers Louell, who goes
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to the Cardinall.
¶Car. Heauen forgiue me,
¶King. Good my Lord,
2005You are full of Heauenly stuffe, and beare the Inuentory
¶Of your best Graces, in your minde; the which
¶To keepe your earthly Audit, sure in that
2010I deeme you an ill Husband, and am gald
¶To haue you therein my Companion.
¶Car. Sir,
¶For Holy Offices I haue a time; a time
2015I beare i'th'State: and Nature does require
¶Her times of preseruation, which perforce
¶Must giue my tendance to.
¶(As I will lend you cause) my doing well,
¶With my well saying.
¶And 'tis a kinde of good deede to say well,
2025And yet words are no deeds. My Father lou'd you,
¶He said he did, and with his deed did Crowne
¶His word vpon you. Since I had my Office,
¶I haue kept you next my Heart, haue not alone
¶Imploy'd you where high Profits might come home,
¶My Bounties vpon you.
¶King. Haue I not made you
2035The prime man of the State? I pray you tell me,
¶If what I now pronounce, you haue found true:
¶If you are bound to vs, or no. What say you?
2040Showr'd on me daily, haue bene more then could
¶Beyond all mans endeauors. My endeauors,
¶Yet fill'd with my Abilities: Mine owne ends
2045Haue beene mine so, that euermore they pointed
¶The profit of the State. For your great Graces
¶Heap'd vpon me (poore Vndeseruer) I
¶Can nothing render but Allegiant thankes,
2050My Prayres to heauen for you; my Loyaltie
¶Which euer ha's, and euer shall be growing,
¶Till death (that Winter) kill it.
¶A Loyall, and obedient Subiect is
2055Therein illustrated, the Honor of it
¶Does pay the Act of it, as i'th'contrary
¶That as my hand ha's open'd Bounty to you,
¶My heart drop'd Loue, my powre rain'd Honor, more
2060On you, then any: So your Hand, and Heart,
¶Your Braine, and euery Function of your power,
¶Should, notwithstanding that your bond of duty,
¶As 'twer in Loues particular, be more
¶To me your Friend, then any.
¶More then mine owne: that am, haue, and will be
¶(Though all the world should cracke their duty to you,
¶And throw it from their Soule, though perils did
2070Abound, as thicke as thought could make 'em, and
¶Appeare in formes more horrid) yet my Duty,
¶As doth a Rocke against the chiding Flood,
¶Should the approach of this wilde Riuer breake,
¶Take notice Lords, he ha's a Loyall brest,
¶For you haue seene him open't. Read o're this,
¶And after this, and then to Breakfast with
¶What appetite you haue.
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Exit King, frowning vpon the Cardinall, the Nobles
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throng after him smiling, and whispering.
¶What sodaine Anger's this? How haue I reap'd it?
¶He parted Frowning from me, as if Ruine
2085Leap'd from his Eyes. So lookes the chafed Lyon
¶Vpon the daring Huntsman that has gall'd him:
¶Then makes him nothing. I must reade this paper:
¶I feare the Story of his Anger. 'Tis so:
¶This paper ha's vndone me: 'Tis th'Accompt
2090Of all that world of Wealth I haue drawne together
¶For mine owne ends, (Indeed to gaine the Popedome,
¶And fee my Friends in Rome.) O Negligence!
¶Made me put this maine Secret in the Packet
2095I sent the King? Is there no way to cure this?
¶No new deuice to beate this from his Braines?
¶A way, if it take right, in spight of Fortune
¶Will bring me off againe. What's this? To th'Pope?
¶And from that full Meridian of my Glory,
2105Like a bright exhalation in the Euening,
¶And no man see me more.
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Enter to Woolsey, the Dukes of Norfolke and Suffolke, the
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Earle of Surrey, and the Lord Chamberlaine.
2110Who commands you
¶To render vp the Great Seale presently
¶Into our hands, and to Confine your selfe
2115Car. Stay:
¶Authority so weighty.
2120Car. Till I finde more then will, or words to do it,
¶(I meane your malice) know, Officious Lords,
¶I dare, and must deny it. Now I feele
¶Of what course Mettle ye are molded, Enuy,
¶How eagerly ye follow my Disgraces
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