Henry The Eighth (Folio 1, 1623)
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Scena Secunda.
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Enter Lord Chamberlaine, reading this Letter.
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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 mouthes1035Sir.
¶I feare he will indeede; well, let him haue them; hee
¶will haue all I thinke.
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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.
¶Norfolke. Thankes my good Lord Chamberlaine.
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Exit Lord Chamberlaine, and the King drawes the Curtaine
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and sits reading pensiuely.
¶Kin. Who's there? Ha?
¶Norff. Pray God he be not angry.
¶Into my priuate Meditations?
¶Who am I? Ha?
¶Norff. A gracious King, that pardons all offences
¶Malice ne're meant: Our breach of Duty this way,
¶To know your Royall pleasure.
¶Kin. Ye are too bold:
¶Is this an howre for temporall affaires? Ha?
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Enter Wolsey and Campeius with a Commission.
¶Who's there? my good Lord Cardinall? O my Wolsey,
¶The quiet of my wounded Conscience;
¶Thou art a cure fit for a King; you'r welcome
¶Most learned Reuerend Sir, into our Kingdome,
1120Vse vs, and it: My good Lord, haue great care,
¶I be not found a Talker.
¶Wol. Sir, you cannot;
¶I would your Grace would giue vs but an houre
¶Of priuate conference.
¶But this cannot continue.
1130Norff. If it doe, Ile venture one; haue at him.
¶Suff. I another.
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Exeunt Norfolke and Suffolke.
¶Aboue all Princes, in committing freely
¶Who can be angry now? What Enuy reach you?
¶The Spaniard tide by blood and fauour to her,
¶The Tryall, iust and Noble. All the Clerkes,
1140(I meane the learned ones in Christian Kingdomes)
¶Haue their free voyces. Rome (the Nurse of Iudgement)
¶One generall Tongue vnto vs. This good man,
¶Kin. And once more in mine armes I bid him welcome,
¶And thanke the holy Conclaue for their loues,
¶The Court of Rome commanding. You my Lord
¶Cardinall of Yorke, are ioyn'd with me their Seruant,
¶Forthwith for what you come. Where's Gardiner? (ted
¶So deare in heart, not to deny her that
1160Schollers allow'd freely to argue for her.
¶To him that does best, God forbid els: Cardinall,
¶Prethee call Gardiner to me, my new Secretary.
¶I find him a fit fellow.
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Enter Gardiner.
¶Wol. Giue me your hand: much ioy & fauour to you;
¶You are the Kings now.
¶Gard. But to be commanded
¶For euer by your Grace, whose hand ha's rais'd me.
1170Kin. Come hither Gardiner.
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Walkes and whispers.
¶Camp. My Lord of Yorke, was not one Doctor Pace
¶In this mans place before him?
¶Wol. Yes, he was.
1175Camp. Was he not held a learned man?
¶Euen of your selfe Lord Cardinall.
¶Wol. How? of me?
¶That he ran mad, and dide.
¶Wol. Heau'ns peace be with him:
1185That's Christian care enough: for liuing Murmurers,
¶There's places of rebuke. He was a Foole;
¶For he would needs be vertuous. That good Fellow,
¶If I command him followes my appointment,
¶I will haue none so neere els. Learne this Brother,
1190We liue not to be grip'd by meaner persons.
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Exit Gardiner.
¶The most conuenient place, that I can thinke of
¶For such receipt of Learning, is Black-Fryers:
¶Would it not grieue an able man to leaue
¶O 'tis a tender place, and I must leaue her.
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Exeunt.
