Henry The Eighth (Folio 1, 1623)
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The Life of King Henry the Eight.2895Heard many greeuous. I do say my Lord
¶Greeuous complaints of you; which being consider'd,
¶Haue mou'd Vs, and our Councell, that you shall
¶This Morning come before vs, where I know
2900But that till further Triall, in those Charges
¶Your patience to you, and be well contented
¶To make your house our Towre: you, a Brother of vs
2905Would come against you.
¶And am right glad to catch this good occasion
¶Most throughly to be winnowed, where my Chaffe
2910There's none stands vnder more calumnious tongues,
¶Then I my selfe, poore man.
¶King. Stand vp, good Canterbury,
¶Thy Truth, and thy Integrity is rooted
¶In vs thy Friend. Giue me thy hand, stand vp,
2915Prythee let's walke. Now by my Holydame,
¶What manner of man are you? My Lord, I look'd
¶You would haue giuen me your Petition, that
2920Without indurance further.
¶If they shall faile, I with mine Enemies
¶Will triumph o're my person, which I waigh not,
2925Being of those Vertues vacant. I feare nothing
¶King. Know you not
¶The dew o'th'Verdict with it; at what ease
¶Might corrupt mindes procure, Knaues as corrupt
2935You are Potently oppos'd, and with a Malice
¶Of as great Size. Weene you of better lucke,
¶Vpon this naughty Earth? Go too, go too,
2940You take a Precepit for no leape of danger,
¶And woe your owne destruction.
¶Protect mine innocence, or I fall into
¶The trap is laid for me.
2945King. Be of good cheere,
¶They shall no more preuaile, then we giue way too:
¶Keepe comfort to you, and this Morning see
¶You do appeare before them. If they shall chance
¶In charging you with matters, to commit you:
¶Faile not to vse, and with what vehemencie
¶Will render you no remedy, this Ring
¶Deliuer them, and your Appeale to vs
2955There make before them. Looke, the goodman weeps:
¶None better in my Kingdome. Get you gone,
¶And do as I haue bid you.
Exit Cranmer.
2960He ha's strangled his Language in his teares.
¶
Enter Olde Lady.
¶Gent. within. Come backe: what meane you?
¶Lady. Ile not come backe, the tydings that I bring
¶King. Now by thy lookes
¶Say I, and of a boy.
2970Lady. I, I my Liege,
¶And of a louely Boy: the God of heauen
¶Promises Boyes heereafter. Sir, your Queen
2975Acquainted with this stranger; 'tis as like you,
¶As Cherry, is to Cherry.
¶King. Louell.
¶Lou. Sir.
¶King. Giue her an hundred Markes.
2980Ile to the Queene.
Exit King.
¶Lady, An hundred Markes? By this light, Ile ha more.
¶An ordinary Groome is for such payment.
¶I will haue more, or scold it out of him.
¶Said I for this, the Gyrle was like to him? Ile
Exit Ladie.
¶
Scena Secunda.
¶
Enter Cranmer, Archbyshop of Canterbury.
¶Cran. I hope I am not too late, and yet the Gentleman
2990That was sent to me from the Councell, pray'd me
¶Who waites there? Sure you know me?
¶
Enter Keeper.
¶Keep. Yes, my Lord:
2995But yet I cannot helpe you.
¶Cran. Why?
¶
Enter Doctor Buts.
¶Cran. So.
3000Buts. This is a Peere of Malice: I am glad
¶I came this way so happily. The King
Exit Buts
¶Cran. 'Tis Buts.
¶(God turne their hearts, I neuer sought their malice)
¶To quench mine Honor; they would shame to make me
3010Wait else at doore: a fellow Councellor
¶'Mong Boyes, Groomes, and Lackeyes.
¶But their pleasures
¶Must be fulfill'd, and I attend with patience.
¶
Enter the King, and Buts, at a Windowe
3015
aboue.
¶King. What's that Buts?
Buts
