Henry The Eighth (Folio 1, 1623)
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The Life of King Henry the Eight.
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¶And with the same full State pac'd backe againe
2515To Yorke-Place, where the Feast is held.
¶1 Sir,
¶'Tis now the Kings, and call'd White-Hall.
25203 I know it:
¶But 'tis so lately alter'd, that the old name
¶Is fresh about me.
¶Newly preferr'd from the Kings Secretary:
¶The other London.
¶Is held no great good louer of the Archbishops,
2530The vertuous Cranmer.
¶3 All the Land knowes that:
¶How euer, yet there is no great breach, when it comes
¶Cranmer will finde a Friend will not shrinke from him.
¶2 Who may that be, I pray you.
25353 Thomas Cromwell,
¶A man in much esteeme with th'King, and truly
¶A worthy Friend. The King ha's made him
¶And one already of the Priuy Councell.
¶3 Yes without all doubt.
¶Come Gentlemen, ye shall go my way,
¶Something I can command. As I walke thither,
2545Ile tell ye more.
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Scena Secunda.
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Enter Katherine Dowager, sicke, lead betweene Griffith,
¶Grif. How do's your Grace?
¶My Legges like loaden Branches bow to'th'Earth,
¶Willing to leaue their burthen: Reach a Chaire,
2555So now (me thinkes) I feele a little ease.
¶That the great Childe of Honor, Cardinall Wolsey
¶Was dead?
¶Grif. Yes Madam: but I thanke your Grace
2560Out of the paine you suffer'd, gaue no eare too't.
¶Kath. Pre'thee good Griffith, tell me how he dy'de.
¶If well, he stept before me happily
¶For my example.
¶Grif. Well, the voyce goes Madam,
2565For after the stout Earle Northumberland
¶Arrested him at Yorke, and brought him forward
¶He could not sit his Mule.
2570Kath. Alas poore man.
¶Lodg'd in the Abbey; where the reuerend Abbot
¶With all his Couent, honourably receiu'd him;
¶To whom he gaue these words. O Father Abbot,
2575An old man, broken with the stormes of State,
¶Is come to lay his weary bones among ye:
¶Giue him a little earth for Charity.
2580About the houre of eight, which he himselfe
¶Continuall Meditations, Teares, and Sorrowes,
¶He gaue his Honors to the world agen,
¶His Faults lye gently on him:
¶Yet thus farre Griffith, giue me leaue to speake him,
¶And yet with Charity. He was a man
¶Of an vnbounded stomacke, euer ranking
¶Ty'de all the Kingdome. Symonie, was faire play,
¶His owne Opinion was his Law. I'th'presence
¶He would say vntruths, and be euer double
¶Both in his words, and meaning. He was neuer
2595(But where he meant to Ruine) pittifull.
¶His Promises, were as he then was, Mighty:
¶But his performance, as he is now, Nothing:
¶Of his owne body he was ill, and gaue
¶The Clergy ill example.
2600Grif. Noble Madam:
¶To heare me speake his good now?
¶Kath. Yes good Griffith,
2605I were malicious else.
¶Grif. This Cardinall,
¶Though from an humble Stocke, vndoubtedly
¶Was fashion'd to much Honor. From his Cradle
¶He was a Scholler, and a ripe, and good one:
¶Lofty, and sowre to them that lou'd him not:
¶Those twinnes of Learning, that he rais'd in you,
¶Ipswich and Oxford: one of which, fell with him,
¶Vnwilling to out-liue the good that did it.
¶For then, and not till then, he felt himselfe,
2625And to adde greater Honors to his Age
¶Then man could giue him; he dy'de, fearing God.
¶No other speaker of my liuing Actions,
¶To keepe mine Honor, from Corruption,
¶With thy Religious Truth, and Modestie,
¶(Now in his Ashes) Honor: Peace be with him.
2635I haue not long to trouble thee. Good Griffith,
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