Henry The Eighth (Folio 1, 1623)
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The Life of King Henry the Eight.2125As if it fed ye, and how sleeke and wanton
¶Ye appeare in euery thing may bring my ruine?
¶Follow your enuious courses, men of Malice;
¶You haue Christian warrant for 'em, and no doubt
¶In time will finde their fit Rewards. That Seale
¶(Mine, and your Master) with his owne hand, gaue me:
¶Bad me enioy it, with the Place, and Honors
¶Ti'de it by Letters Patents. Now, who'll take it?
2135Sur. The King that gaue it.
¶Sur. Thy Ambition
¶(Thou Scarlet sinne) robb'd this bewailing Land
¶Of Noble Buckingham, my Father-in-Law,
¶The heads of all thy Brother-Cardinals,
2145(With thee, and all thy best parts bound together)
¶Weigh'd not a haire of his. Plague of your policie,
¶You sent me Deputie for Ireland,
¶Farre from his succour; from the King, from all
¶That might haue mercie on the fault, thou gau'st him:
¶Absolu'd him with an Axe.
¶This talking Lord can lay vpon my credit,
2155Found his deserts. How innocent I was
¶From any priuate malice in his end,
¶If I lou'd many words, Lord, I should tell you,
¶You haue as little Honestie, as Honor,
2160That in the way of Loyaltie, and Truth,
¶Toward the King, my euer Roiall Master,
¶Dare mate a sounder man then Surrie can be,
¶And all that loue his follies.
¶Sur. By my Soule,
2165Your long Coat (Priest) protects you,
¶My Sword i'th'life blood of thee else. My Lords,
¶Can ye endure to heare this Arrogance?
¶And from this Fellow? If we liue thus tamely,
2170To be thus Iaded by a peece of Scarlet,
¶Farewell Nobilitie: let his Grace go forward,
¶And dare vs with his Cap, like Larkes.
¶Is poyson to thy Stomacke.
¶Of gleaning all the Lands wealth into one,
¶Into your owne hands (Card'nall) by Extortion:
¶My Lord of Norfolke, as you are truly Noble,
¶As you respect the common good, the State
¶Collected from his life. Ile startle you
¶Worse then the Sacring Bell, when the browne Wench
2190But that I am bound in Charitie against it.
¶But thus much, they are foule ones.
¶Wol. So much fairer
2195When the King knowes my Truth.
¶I thanke my Memorie, I yet remember
¶Now, if you can blush, and crie guiltie Cardinall,
¶Wol. Speake on Sir,
¶It is to see a Nobleman want manners.
2205Haue at you.
¶You wrought to be a Legate, by which power
2210To Forraigne Princes, Ego & Rex meus
¶To be your Seruant.
¶Suf. Then, that without the knowledge
¶Either of King or Councell, when you went
¶To carry into Flanders, the Great Seale.
¶Without the Kings will, or the States allowance,
¶Suf. That out of meere Ambition, you haue caus'd
¶Your holy-Hat to be stampt on the Kings Coine.
¶(By what meanes got, I leaue to your owne conscience)
2225To furnish Rome, and to prepare the wayes
¶You haue for Dignities, to the meere vndooing
¶Of all the Kingdome. Many more there are,
¶Which since they are of you, and odious,
¶I will not taint my mouth with.
2230Cham. O my Lord,
¶His faults lye open to the Lawes, let them
¶(Not you) correct him. My heart weepes to see him
¶So little, of his great Selfe.
2235Sur. I forgiue him.
¶By your power Legatiue within this Kingdome,
¶To forfeit all your Goods, Lands, Tenements,
¶Out of the Kings protection. This is my Charge.
¶About the giuing backe the Great Seale to vs,
¶So fare you well, my little good Lord Cardinall.
¶
Exeunt all but Wolsey.
2250Wol. So farewell, to the little good you beare me.
¶This is the state of Man; to day he puts forth
¶And beares his blushing Honors thicke vpon him:
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