Henry The Eighth (Folio 1, 1623)
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Scena Secunda.
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Cornets. Enter King Henry, leaning on the Cardinals shoul-
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der, the Nobles, and Sir Thomas Louell: the Cardinall
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places himselfe vnder the Kings feete on
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his right side.
¶Thankes you for this great care: I stood i'th'leuell
¶Of a full-charg'd confederacie, and giue thankes
¶To you that choak'd it. Let be cald before vs
325That Gentleman of Buckinghams, in person,
¶He shall againe relate.
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A noyse within crying roome for the Queene, vsher'd by the
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Duke of Norfolke. Enter the Queene, Norfolke and
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Suffolke: she kneels. King riseth from his State,
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takes her vp, kisses and placeth
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her by him.
¶Neuer name to vs; you haue halfe our power:
¶The other moity ere you aske is giuen,
¶Repeat your will, and take it.
340That you would loue your selfe, and in that loue
¶Not vnconsidered leaue your Honour, nor
¶The dignity of your Office; is the poynt
¶Of my Petition.
¶Kin. Lady mine proceed.
¶And those of true condition; That your Subiects
¶Sent downe among 'em, which hath flaw'd the heart
¶Of all their Loyalties; wherein, although
350My good Lord Cardinall, they vent reproches
¶Most bitterly on you, as putter on
¶Language vnmannerly; yea, such which breakes
¶In lowd Rebellion.
¶It doth appeare; for, vpon these Taxations,
¶The Clothiers all not able to maintaine
360The many to them longing, haue put off
¶The Spinsters, Carders, Fullers, Weauers, who
¶Vnfit for other life, compeld by hunger
¶And lack of other meanes, in desperate manner
¶Daring th'euent too th'teeth, are all in vprore,
365And danger serues among them.
¶Kin. Taxation?
¶Wherein? and what Taxation? My Lord Cardinall,
¶You that are blam'd for it alike with vs,
¶Know you of this Taxation?
¶I know but of a single part in ought
¶Pertaines to th'State; and front but in that File
¶Where others tell steps with me.
¶Queen. No, my Lord?
375You know no more then others? But you frame
¶Things that are knowne alike, which are not wholsome
¶Perforce be their acquaintance. These exactions
¶(Whereof my Soueraigne would haue note) they are
¶The Backe is Sacrifice to th'load; They say
¶Too hard an exclamation.
¶Kin. Still Exaction:
385The nature of it, in what kinde let's know,
¶Is this Exaction?
¶Queen. I am much too venturous
¶In tempting of your patience; but am boldned
¶Vnder your promis'd pardon. The Subiects griefe
¶Without delay; and the pretence for this
¶Is nam'd, your warres in France: this makes bold mouths,
¶Tongues spit their duties out, and cold hearts freeze
395Allegeance in them; their curses now
¶This tractable obedience is a Slaue
¶Would giue it quicke consideration; for
¶Kin. By my life,
¶Card. And for me,
¶I haue no further gone in this, then by
¶By learned approbation of the Iudges: If I am
¶Traduc'd by ignorant Tongues, which neither know
¶My faculties nor person, yet will be
¶The Chronicles of my doing: Let me say,
410'Tis but the fate of Place, and the rough Brake
¶To cope malicious Censurers, which euer,
415That is new trim'd; but benefit no further
¶Then vainly longing. What we oft doe best,
¶By sicke Interpreters (once weake ones) is
¶Not ours, or not allow'd; what worst, as oft
¶In feare our motion will be mock'd, or carp'd at,
¶Or sit State-Statues onely.
¶Kin. Things done well,
425And with a care, exempt themselues from feare:
¶Are to be fear'd. Haue you a President
¶We must not rend our Subiects from our Lawes,
430And sticke them in our Will. Sixt part of each?
¶A trembling Contribution; why we take
¶From euery Tree, lop, barke, and part o'th'Timber:
¶And though we leaue it with a roote thus hackt,
¶The Ayre will drinke the Sap. To euery County
¶Free pardon to each man that has deny'de
¶I put it to your care.
¶Card. A word with you.
440Let there be Letters writ to euery Shire,
¶Of the Kings grace and pardon: the greeued Commons
¶Hardly conceiue of me. Let it be nois'd,
445Further in the proceeding.
Exit Secret.
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Enter Surueyor.
¶Kin. It grieues many:
450The Gentleman is Learn'd, and a most rare Speaker,
¶To Nature none more bound; his trayning such,
455Not well dispos'd, the minde growing once corrupt,
¶They turne to vicious formes, ten times more vgly
¶Then euer they were faire. This man so compleat,
¶Who was enrold 'mongst wonders; and when we
460His houre of speech, a minute: He, (my Lady)
¶Hath into monstrous habits put the Graces
¶That once were his, and is become as blacke,
¶(This was his Gentleman in trust) of him
¶The fore-recited practises, whereof
¶We cannot feele too little, heare too much.
¶Most like a carefull Subiect haue collected
470Out of the Duke of Buckingham.
¶Kin. Speake freely.
¶It would infect his Speech: That if the King
475To make the Scepter his. These very words
¶I'ue heard him vtter to his Sonne in Law,
¶Lord Aburgany, to whom by oth he menac'd
¶Reuenge vpon the Cardinall.
480This dangerous conception in this point,
¶Beyond you to your friends.
¶Queen. My learn'd Lord Cardinall,
485Deliuer all with Charity.
¶Kin. Speake on;
¶How grounded hee his Title to the Crowne
¶Vpon our faile; to this poynt hast thou heard him,
¶At any time speake ought?
490Sur. He was brought to this,
¶By a vaine Prophesie of Nicholas Henton.
¶Kin. What was that Henton?
¶Sur. Sir, a Chartreux Fryer,
495With words of Soueraignty.
¶Saint Laurence Poultney, did of me demand
500What was the speech among the Londoners,
¶Concerning the French Iourney. I replide,
¶Men feare the French would proue perfidious
¶To the Kings danger: presently, the Duke
¶Said, 'twas the feare indeed, and that he doubted
505'Twould proue the verity of certaine words
¶Spoke by a holy Monke, that oft, sayes he,
¶Iohn de la Car, my Chaplaine, a choyce howre
¶To heare from him a matter of some moment:
¶My Chaplaine to no Creature liuing, but
¶To me, should vtter, with demure Confidence,
¶To the loue o'th'Commonalty, the Duke
¶Shall gouerne England.
¶Queen. If I know you well,
¶You were the Dukes Surueyor, and lost your Office
520On the complaint o'th'Tenants; take good heed
¶Yes, heartily beseech you.
¶Kin. Let him on: Goe forward.
¶I told my Lord the Duke, by th'Diuels illusions
¶The Monke might be deceiu'd, and that 'twas dangerous
¶For this to ruminate on this so farre, vntill
¶It can doe me no damage; adding further,
¶The Cardinals and Sir Thomas Louels heads
¶Should haue gone off.
¶Sur. I can my Liedge.
¶Kin. Proceed.
¶Sur. Being at Greenwich,
¶About Sir William Blumer.
¶The Duke retein'd him his. But on: what hence?
¶Sur. If (quoth he) I for this had beene committed,
545As to the Tower, I thought; I would haue plaid
¶The Part my Father meant to act vpon
¶(As he made semblance of his duty) would
550Haue put his knife into him.
¶Kin. A Gyant Traytor.
¶Card. Now Madam, may his Highnes liue in freedome,
¶And this man out of Prison.
¶Queen. God mend all.
¶Sur. After the Duke his Father, with the knife
¶He stretch'd him, and with one hand on his dagger,
560Was, were he euill vs'd, he would outgoe
¶His Father, by as much as a performance
¶Kin. There's his period,
¶To sheath his knife in vs: he is attach'd,
565Call him to present tryall: if he may
¶Finde mercy in the Law, 'tis his; if none,
¶Let him not seek't of vs: By day and night
¶Hee's Traytor to th'height.
Exeunt.
