Henry The Eighth (Folio 1, 1623)
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The Life of King Henry the Eight.
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¶And giue your hearts to; when they once perceiue
975The least rub in your fortunes, fall away
¶Like water from ye, neuer found againe
¶But where they meane to sinke ye: all good people
¶Of my long weary life is come vpon me:
¶Speake how I fell.
¶I haue done; and God forgiue me.
¶
Exeunt Duke and Traine.
¶1. O, this is full of pitty; Sir, it cals
985I feare, too many curses on their heads
¶That were the Authors.
¶'Tis full of woe: yet I can giue you inckling
¶Of an ensuing euill, if it fall,
990Greater then this.
¶1. Good Angels keepe it from vs:
¶What may it be? you doe not doubt my faith Sir?
¶A strong faith to conceale it.
9951. Let me haue it:
¶I doe not talke much.
¶2. I am confident;
¶You shall Sir: Did you not of late dayes heare
¶A buzzing of a Separation
1000Betweene the King and Katherine?
¶1. Yes, but it held not;
¶For when the King once heard it, out of anger
¶Is found a truth now: for it growes agen
¶Fresher then e're it was; and held for certaine
¶The King will venture at it. Either the Cardinall,
1010Or some about him neere, haue out of malice
¶That will vndoe her: To confirme this too,
¶Cardinall Campeius is arriu'd, and lately,
¶As all thinke for this busines.
10151. Tis the Cardinall;
¶And meerely to reuenge him on the Emperour,
¶The Archbishopricke of Toledo, this is purpos'd.
¶2. I thinke
1020You haue hit the marke; but is't not cruell,
¶1. 'Tis wofull.
¶Wee are too open heere to argue this:
1025Let's thinke in priuate more.
Exeunt.
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Scena Secunda.
¶
Enter Lord Chamberlaine, reading this Letter.
¶
My Lord, the Horses your Lordship sent for, with all the
¶North. When they were ready to set out for London, a man
¶fore a Subiect, if not before the King, which stop'd our mouthes
1035Sir.
¶I feare he will indeede; well, let him haue them; hee
¶will haue all I thinke.
¶
Enter to the Lord Chamberlaine, the Dukes of Nor-
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folke and Suffolke.
1040Norf. Well met my Lord Chamberlaine.
¶Cham. Good day to both your Graces.
¶Suff. How is the King imployd?
¶Cham. I left him priuate,
¶Full of sad thoughts and troubles.
¶Ha's crept too neere his Conscience.
¶Ha's crept too neere another Ladie.
¶This is the Cardinals doing: The King-Cardinall,
¶Turnes what he list. The King will know him one day.
¶Suff. Pray God he doe,
¶And with what zeale? For now he has crackt the League
¶Between vs & the Emperor (the Queens great Nephew)
¶He diues into the Kings Soule, and there scatters
1060Dangers, doubts, wringing of the Conscience,
¶That like a Iewell, ha's hung twenty yeares
¶Of her that loues him with that excellence,
¶That Angels loue good men with: Euen of her,
¶And euery true heart weepes for't. All that dare
¶The French Kings Sister. Heauen will one day open
¶This bold bad man.
¶Norf. We had need pray,
¶And heartily, for our deliuerance;
1080Or this imperious man will worke vs all
¶From Princes into Pages: all mens honours
¶Lie like one lumpe before him, to be fashion'd
¶Into what pitch he please.
¶Suff. For me, my Lords,
1085I loue him not, nor feare him, there's my Creede:
¶Touch me alike: th'are breath I not beleeue in.
¶I knew him, and I know him: so I leaue him
1090To him that made him proud; the Pope.
¶Norf. Let's in;
¶My Lord, youle beare vs company?
¶Health to your Lordships.
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