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  • Title: Henry The Eighth (Folio 1, 1623)
  • Editor: Diane Jakacki
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    Author: William Shakespeare
    Editor: Diane Jakacki
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    Henry The Eighth (Folio 1, 1623)

    The Life of King Henry the Eight.
    2 'Tis all my businesse. At our last encounter,
    The Duke of Buckingham came from his Triall.
    1 'Tis very true. But that time offer'd sorrow,
    2385This generall ioy.
    2 'Tis well: The Citizens
    I am sure haue shewne at full their Royall minds,
    As let 'em haue their rights, they are euer forward
    In Celebration of this day with Shewes,
    2390Pageants, and Sights of Honor.
    1 Neuer greater,
    Nor Ile assure you better taken Sir.
    2 May I be bold to aske what that containes,
    That Paper in your hand.
    23951 Yes, 'tis the List
    Of those that claime their Offices this day,
    By custome of the Coronation.
    The Duke of Suffolke is the first, and claimes
    To be high Steward; Next the Duke of Norfolke,
    2400He to be Earle Marshall: you may reade the rest.
    1 I thanke you Sir: Had I not known those customs,
    I should haue beene beholding to your Paper:
    But I beseech you, what's become of Katherine
    The Princesse Dowager? How goes her businesse?
    24051 That I can tell you too. The Archbishop
    Of Canterbury, accompanied with other
    Learned, and Reuerend Fathers of his Order,
    Held a late Court at Dunstable; sixe miles off
    From Ampthill, where the Princesse lay, to which
    2410She was often cyted by them, but appear'd not:
    And to be short, for not Appearance, and
    The Kings late Scruple, by the maine assent
    Of all these Learned men, she was diuorc'd,
    And the late Marriage made of none effect:
    2415Since which, she was remou'd to Kymmalton,
    Where she remaines now sicke.
    2 Alas good Lady.
    The Trumpets sound: Stand close,
    The Queene is comming.

    The Order of the Coronation.

    1 A liuely Flourish of Trumpets.
    2 Then, two Iudges.
    3 Lord Chancellor, with Purse and Mace before him.
    4 Quirristers singing.
    24255 Maior of London, bearing the Mace. Then Garter, in
    his Coate of Armes, and on his head he wore a Gilt Copper
    6 Marquesse Dorset, bearing a Scepter of Gold, on his head,
    a Demy Coronall of Gold. With him, the Earle of Surrey,
    2430bearing the Rod of Siluer with the Doue, Crowned with an
    Earles Coronet. Collars of Esses.
    7 Duke of Suffolke, in his Robe of Estate, his Coronet on his
    head, bearing a long white Wand, as High Steward. With
    him, the Duke of Norfolke, with the Rod of Marshalship,
    2435a Coronet on his head. Collars of Esses.
    8 A Canopy, borne by foure of the Cinque-Ports, vnder it
    the Queene in her Robe, in her haire, richly adorned with
    Pearle, Crowned. On each side her, the Bishops of London,
    and Winchester.
    24409 The Olde Dutchesse of Norfolke, in a Coronall of Gold,
    wrought with Flowers bearing the Queenes Traine.
    10 Certaine Ladies or Countesses, with plaine Circlets of
    Gold, without Flowers.
    Exeunt, first passing ouer the Stage in Order and State, and
    2445then, A great Flourish of Trumpets.
    2 A Royall Traine beleeue me: These I know:
    Who's that that beares the Scepter?
    1 Marquesse Dorset,
    And that the Earle of Surrey, with the Rod.
    24502 A bold braue Gentleman. That should bee
    The Duke of Suffolke.
    1 'Tis the same: high Steward.
    2 And that my Lord of Norfolke?
    1 Yes.
    24552 Heauen blesse thee,
    Thou hast the sweetest face I euer look'd on.
    Sir, as I haue a Soule, she is an Angell;
    Our King ha's all the Indies in his Armes,
    And more, and richer, when he straines that Lady,
    2460I cannot blame his Conscience.
    1 They that beare
    The Cloath of Honour ouer her, are foure Barons
    Of the Cinque-Ports.
    2 Those men are happy,
    2465And so are all, are neere her.
    I take it, she that carries vp the Traine,
    Is that old Noble Lady, Dutchesse of Norfolke.
    1 It is, and all the rest are Countesses.
    2 Their Coronets say so. These are Starres indeed,
    2470And sometimes falling ones.
    2 No more of that.
    Enter a third Gentleman.
    1 God saue you Sir. Where haue you bin broiling?
    3 Among the crow'd i'th'Abbey, where a finger
    2475Could not be wedg'd in more: I am stifled
    With the meere ranknesse of their ioy.
    2 You saw the Ceremony?
    3 That I did.
    1 How was it?
    24803 Well worth the seeing.
    2 Good Sir, speake it to vs?
    3 As well as I am able. The rich streame
    Of Lords, and Ladies, hauing brought the Queene
    To a prepar'd place in the Quire, fell off
    2485A distance from her; while her Grace sate downe
    To rest a while, some halfe an houre, or so,
    In a rich Chaire of State, opposing freely
    The Beauty of her Person to the People.
    Beleeue me Sir, she is the goodliest Woman
    2490That euer lay by man: which when the people
    Had the full view of, such a noyse arose,
    As the shrowdes make at Sea, in a stiffe Tempest,
    As lowd, and to as many Tunes. Hats, Cloakes,
    (Doublets, I thinke) flew vp, and had their Faces
    2495Bin loose, this day they had beene lost. Such ioy
    I neuer saw before. Great belly'd women,
    That had not halfe a weeke to go, like Rammes
    In the old time of Warre, would shake the prease
    And make 'em reele before 'em. No man liuing
    2500Could say this is my wife there, all were wouen
    So strangely in one peece.
    2 But what follow'd?
    3 At length, her Grace rose, and with modest paces
    Came to the Altar, where she kneel'd, and Saint-like
    2505Cast her faire eyes to Heauen, and pray'd deuoutly.
    Then rose againe, and bow'd her to the people:
    When by the Arch-byshop of Canterbury,
    She had all the Royall makings of a Queene;
    As holy Oyle, Edward Confessors Crowne,
    2510The Rod, and Bird of Peace, and all such Emblemes
    Laid Nobly on her: which perform'd, the Quire