The Famous History of the Life of King Henry the Eight.

I come no more to make you laugh. Things now

23That bear a weighty and a serious brow;

34Sad, high, and working, full of state and woe.

45Such noble scenes as draw the eye to flow,

56We now present. Those that can pity here

67May, if they think it well, let fall a tear:

78The subject will deserve it. Such as give

89Their money out of hope they may believe,

910May here find truth, too. Those that come to see

1011Only a show or two, and so agree

1112The play may pass, if they be still and willing,

1213I'll undertake may see away their shilling

1314Richly in two short hours. Only they

1415That come to hear a merry, bawdy play,

1516A noise of targets, or to see a fellow

1617In a long motley coat guarded with yellow,

1718Will be deceived. For, gentle hearers, know

1819To rank our chosen truth with such a show

1920As fool and fight is, beside forfeiting

2021Our own brains and the opinion that we bring

2122To make that only true we now intend,

2223Will leave us never an understanding friend.

2324Therefore, for goodness' sake, and as you are known

2425The first and happiest hearers of the town,

2526Be sad, as we would make ye. Think ye see

2627The very persons of our noble story

2728As they were living; think you see them great,

2829And followed with the general throng and sweat

2930Of thousand friends; then, in a moment, see

3031How soon this mightiness meets misery;

3132And if you can be merry then, I'll say

3233A man may weep upon his wedding day.

1.1.239Good morrow, and well met. How have ye done

1.1.340Since last we saw in France?

I thank your grace,

1.1.542Healthful, and ever since a fresh admirer

1.1.643Of what I saw there.

An untimely ague

1.1.845Stayed me a prisoner in my chamber when

1.1.946Those suns of glory, those two lights of men,

1.1.1047Met in the vale of Andres.

'Twixt Guînes and Ardes

1.1.1249I was then present, saw them salute on horseback,

1.1.1350Beheld them when they lighted, how they clung

1.1.1451In their Embracement, as they grew together,

1.1.1552Which had they, 53what four throned ones could have weighed

1.1.1654Such a compounded one?

All the whole time

1.1.1856I was my chamber's prisoner.

Then you lost

1.1.2058The view of earthly glory. Men might say

1.1.2159Till this time pomp was single, but now married

1.1.2260To one above itself. Each following day

1.1.2361Became the next day's master, till the last

1.1.2462Made former wonders its. Today the French,

1.1.2563All clinquant, all in gold, like heathen gods,

1.1.2664Shone down the English; and tomorrow they

1.1.2765Made Britain India: every man that stood

1.1.2866Showed like a mine. Their dwarfish pages were

1.1.2967As cherubim, all gilt. The madams too,

1.1.3068Not used to toil, did almost sweat to bear

1.1.3169The pride upon them, that their very labor

1.1.3270Was to them as a painting. Now this masque

1.1.3371Was cried incomparable, and th’ensuing night

1.1.3472Made it a fool and beggar. The two kings,

1.1.3573Equal in luster, were now best, now worst,

1.1.3674As presence did present them: him in eye,

1.1.3775Still him in praise, and being present both,

1.1.3876'Twas said they saw but one, and no discerner

1.1.3977Durst wag his tongue in censure. When these suns —-

1.1.4078For so they phrase 'em —- by their heralds challenged

1.1.4179The noble spirits to arms, they did perform

1.1.4280Beyond thought's compass, that former fabulous story

1.1.4381Being now seen possible enough, got credit

1.1.4482That Bevis was believed.

Oh, you go far.

As I belong to worship, and affect

1.1.4785In honor honesty, the tract of everything

1.1.4886Would by a good discourser lose some life,

1.1.4987Which action's self was tongue to.

1.1.5088All was royal;

1.1.5189To the disposing of it nought rebelled,

1.1.5290Order gave each thing view; the office did

1.1.5391Distinctly his full function.

Who did guide --

1.1.5592I mean, who set the body and the limbs

1.1.5693Of this great sport together, 94as you guess?

One, certes, that promises no element

1.1.5896In such a business.

I pray you who, my lord?

All this was ordered by the good discretion

1.1.6199Of the right reverend Cardinal of York.

The devil speed him! No man's pie is freed

1.1.63101From his ambitious finger. What had he

1.1.64102To do in these fierce vanities? I wonder

1.1.65103That such a keech can with his very bulk

1.1.66104Take up the rays o'th'beneficial sun

1.1.67105And keep it from the earth.

Surely, sir,

1.1.69107There's in him stuff that puts him to these ends;

1.1.70108For being not propped by ancestry, whose grace

1.1.71109Chalks successors their way, nor called upon

1.1.72110For high feats done to th'crown, neither allied

1.1.73111To eminent assistants, but spider-like,

1.1.74112Out of his self-drawing web, ‘a gives us note

1.1.75113The force of his own merit makes his way

1.1.76114A gift that heaven gives for him, which buys

1.1.77115A place next to the king.

I cannot tell

1.1.79117What heaven hath given him -- let some grayer eye

1.1.80118Pierce into that -- but I can see his pride

1.1.81119Peep through each part of him; whence has he that,

1.1.82120If not from hell? The devil is a niggard,

1.1.83121Or has given all before, and he begins

1.1.84122A new hell in himself.

Why the devil,

1.1.86124Upon this French going-out, took he upon him,

1.1.87125Without the privity o'th'king, t'appoint

1.1.88126Who should attend on him? He makes up the file

1.1.89127Of all the gentry; for the most part such

1.1.90128To whom as great a charge, as little honor

1.1.91129He meant to lay upon; and his own letter,

1.1.92130The honorable board of council, out

1.1.93131Must fetch him in, he papers.

I do know

1.1.95133Kinsmen of mine, three at the least, that have

1.1.96134By this so sickened their estates that never

1.1.97135They shall abound as formerly.

Oh, many

1.1.99137Have broke their backs with laying manors on 'em

1.1.100138For this great journey. What did this vanity

1.1.101139But minister communication of

1.1.102140A most poor issue?

Grievingly, I think

1.1.104142The peace between the French and us not values

1.1.105143The cost that did conclude it.

Every man,

1.1.107145After the hideous storm that followed, was

1.1.108146A thing inspired, and not consulting, broke

1.1.109147Into a general prophesy: that this tempest,

1.1.110148Dashing the garment of this peace, aboded

1.1.111149The sudden breach on't.

Which is budded out,

1.1.113151For France hath flawed the league, and hath attached

1.1.114152Our merchants' goods at Bordeaux.

Is it therefore

1.1.116154Th'ambassador is silenced?

Marry, is't.

A proper title of a peace, and purchased

1.1.119157At a superfluous rate.

Why, all this business

1.1.121159Our reverend cardinal carried

Like it your grace,

1.1.123161The state takes notice of the private difference

1.1.124162Betwixt you and the cardinal. I advise you --

1.1.125163And take it from a heart that wishes towards you

1.1.126164Honor and plenteous safety -- that you read

1.1.127165The cardinal's malice and his potency

1.1.128166Together; to consider further that

1.1.129167What his high hatred would effect wants not

1.1.130168A minister in his power. You know his nature,

1.1.131169That he's revengeful, and I know his sword

1.1.132170Hath a sharp edge: it's long and't may be said

1.1.133171It reaches far, and where 'twill not extend,

1.1.134172Thither he darts it. Bosom up my counsel,

1.1.135173You'l find it wholesome. Lo, where comes that rock

1.1.136174That I advise your shunning.

The Duke of Buckingham's surveyor, ha?

1.1.138181Where's his examination?

Here so please you.

Is he in person ready?

Ay, please your grace.

Well, we shall then know more, and Buckingham

1.1.143186Shall lessen this big look.

This butcher's cur is venom-mouthed, and I

1.1.145189Have not the power to muzzle him: therefore best

1.1.146190Not wake him in his slumber. A beggar's book

1.1.147191Outworths a noble's blood.

What, are you chafed?

1.1.149193Ask God for temperance: that's th'appliance oney

1.1.150194Which your disease requires.

I read in's looks

1.1.152196Matter against me, and his eye reviled

1.1.153197Me as his abject obiect at this instant

1.1.154198He bores me with some trick; he's gone to'th'king.

1.1.155199I'll follow, and out-stare him.

Stay, my lord,

1.1.157201And let your reason with your choler question

1.1.158202What 'tis you go about. To climb steep hills

1.1.159203Requires slow pace at first. Anger is like

1.1.160204A full hot horse, who being allowed his way,

1.1.161205Self-mettle tires him. Not a man in England

1.1.162206Can advise me like you. Be to yourself

1.1.163207As you would to your friend.

I'll to the king,

1.1.165209And from a mouth of honor quite cry down

1.1.166210This Ipswich fellow's insolence, or proclaim

1.1.167211There's difference in no persons.

Be advised:

1.1.169213Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot

1.1.170214That it do singe yourself. We may outrun

1.1.171215By violent swiftness that which we run at,

1.1.172216And lose by ouer-running. Know you not

1.1.173217The fire that mounts the liquor till't run o'er,

1.1.174218In seeming to augment it, wastes it? Be advised:

1.1.175219I say again there is no English soul

1.1.176220More stronger to direct you than yourself,

1.1.177221If with the sap of reason you would quench

1.1.178222Or but allay the fire of passion.

Sir,

1.1.180224I am thankful to you and I'll go along

1.1.181225By your prescription: but this top-proud fellow,

1.1.182226Whom from the flow of gall I name not, but

1.1.183227From sincere motions, by intelligence

1.1.184228And proofs as clear as founts in July when

1.1.185229We see each grain of gravel, I do know

1.1.186230To be corrupt and treasonous.

Say not treasonous.

To th'king I'll say't, and make my vouch as strong

1.1.189233As shore of rock. Attend: this holy fox,

1.1.190234Or wolf, or both (for he is equal ravenous

1.1.191235As he is subtle, and as prone to mischief

1.1.192236As able to perform't) his mind and place

1.1.193237Infecting one another, yea reciprocally,

1.1.194238Only to show his pomp as well in France

1.1.195239As here at home, suggests the king our master

1.1.196240To this last costly treaty, th'interview,

1.1.197241That swallowed so much treasure, and like a glass

1.1.198242Did break ith'wrenching.

Faith, and so it did.

Pray give me favor, sir. This cunning cardinal

1.1.201245The articles o'th'combination drew

1.1.202246As himself pleased, and they were ratified

1.1.203247As he cried 'Thus let be', to as much end

1.1.204248As give a crutch to th'dead. But our count-cardinal

1.1.205249Has done this, and 'tis well; for worthy Wolsey

1.1.206250(Who cannot err) he did it. Now this follows

1.1.207251(Which, as I take it, is a kind of puppy

1.1.208252To th'old dam treason) Charles the emperor,

1.1.209253Under pretence to see the queen his aunt,

1.1.210254(For 'twas indeed his color, but he came

1.1.211255To whisper Wolsey) here makes visitation.

1.1.212256His fears were that the interview betwixt

1.1.213257England and France might through their amity

1.1.214258Breed him some prejudice; for from this league

1.1.215259Peeped harms that menaced him. Privily

1.1.216260Deals with our cardinal, and as I trow,

1.1.217261(Which I do well, for I am sure the emperor

1.1.218262Paid ere he promised) whereby his suit was granted

1.1.219263Ere it was asked. But when the way was made

1.1.220264And paved with gold, the emperor thus desired

1.1.221265That he would please to alter the king's course

1.1.222266And break the aforesaid peace. Let the king know

1.1.223267(As soon he shall by me) that thus the cardinal

1.1.224268Does buy and sell his honor as he pleases,

1.1.225269And for his own advantage.

I am sorry

1.1.227271To hear this of him, and could wish he were

1.1.228272Somthing mistaken in't.

No, not a syllable.

1.1.230274I do pronounce him in that very shape

1.1.231275He shall appear in proof.

Your office, sergeant: execute it.

Sir,

1.1.234280My lord the Duke of Buckingham, and Earl

1.1.235281Of Hertford, Stafford and Northampton, I

1.1.236282Arrest thee of high treason, in the name

1.1.237283Of our most sovereign king.

Lo you, my lord,

1.1.239285The net has fallen upon me. I shall perish

1.1.240286Under device and practise.

I am sorry

1.1.242288To see you ta'en from liberty to look on

1.1.243289The busines present. 'Tis his highness' pleasure

1.1.244290You shall to th'Tower.

It will help me nothing

1.1.246292To plead mine innocence, for that dye is on me

1.1.247293Which makes my whit'st part, black. The will of heav'n

1.1.248294Be done in this and all things: I obey.

1.1.249295O my Lord Abergavenny, fare you well.

Nay, he must bear you company. The king

1.1.251297Is pleased you shall to th'Tower, till you know

1.1.252298How he determines further.

As the duke said,

1.1.254300The will of heaven be done, and the king's pleasure

1.1.255301By me obeyed.

Here is a warrant from

1.1.257303The king, t'attach Lord Montague and the Bodies

1.1.258304Of the duke's confessor, John de la Car,

1.1.259305One Gilbert Peck, his chancellor.

So, so;

1.1.261307These are the limbs o'th'plot. No more, I hope.

A Monk o'th'Chartreux.

O, Nicholas Hopkins?

He.

My surveyor is false. The o'er-great cardinal

1.1.266312Hath showed him gold. My life is spanned already;

1.1.267313I am the shadow of poor Buckingham,

1.1.268314Whose figure even this instant cloud puts on,

1.1.269315By dark'ning my clear sun. My lords farewell.

My life itself, and the best heart of it,

1.2.2322Thanks you for this great care. I stood i'th'level

1.2.3323Of a full-charged confederacy, and give thanks

1.2.4324To you that choked it. Let be called before us

1.2.5325That gentleman of Buckingham's: in person

1.2.6326I'll hear him his confessions justify,

1.2.7327And point by point the treasons of his master

1.2.8328He shall again relate.

Nay, we must longer kneel; I am a suitor.

Arise and take place by us. Half your suit

1.2.11336Never name to us; you have half our power.

1.2.12337The other moiety ere you ask is given.

1.2.13338Repeat your will and take it.

Thank your majesty.

1.2.15340That you would love yourself, and in that love

1.2.16341Not unconsidered leave your honor nor

1.2.17342The dignity of your office, is the point

1.2.18343Of my petition.

Lady mine, proceed.

I am solicited not by a few,

1.2.21346And those of true condition, that your subjects

1.2.22347Are in great grievance. There have been commissions

1.2.23348Sent down among 'em which hath flawed the heart

1.2.24349Of all their loyalties; wherein although,

1.2.25350[to Cardinal] My good Lord Cardinall, they vent reproaches

1.2.26351Most bitterly on you, as putter on

1.2.27352Of these exactions. Yet the king our master,

1.2.28353Whose honor heaven shield from soil, even he escapes not

1.2.29354Language unmannerly. Yea, such which breaks

1.2.30355The sides of loyalty and almost appears

1.2.31356In loud rebellion.

Not almost appears,

1.2.33358It doth appear; for, upon these taxations,

1.2.34359The clothiers all, not able to maintain

1.2.35360The many to them longing, have put off

1.2.36361The spinsters, carders, fullers, weavers who,

1.2.37362Unfit for other life, compelled by hunger

1.2.38363And lack of other means, in desperate manner,

1.2.39364Daring th'event to th'teeth, are all in uproar,

1.2.40365And danger serves among them.

Taxation?

1.2.42367Wherein, and what taxation? My lord cardinal,

1.2.43368You that are blamed for it alike with us,

1.2.44369Know you of this taxation?

Please you, sir,

1.2.46371I know but of a single part in aught

1.2.47372Pertains to th'state, and front but in that file

1.2.48373Where others tell steps with me.

No, my lord,

1.2.50375You know no more then others, but you frame

1.2.51376Things that are known alike, which are not wholesome

1.2.52377To those which would not know them, and yet must

1.2.53378Perforce be their acquaintance. These exactions

1.2.54379(Whereof my sovereign would have note), they are

1.2.55380Most pestilent to th'hearing, and to bear 'em

1.2.56381The back is sacrifice to th' load. They say

1.2.57382They are devised by you, ere else you suffer

1.2.58383Too hard an exclamation.

Still, exaction!

1.2.60385The nature of it? In what kind let's know:

1.2.61386Is this exaction?

I am much too venturous

1.2.63388In tempting of your patience, but am emboldened

1.2.64389Under your promised pardon. The subjects' grief

1.2.65390Comes through commissions, which compels from each

1.2.66391The sixth part of his substance, to be levied

1.2.67392Without delay; and the pretence for this

1.2.68393Is named your wars in France. This makes bold mouths,

1.2.69394Tongues spit their duties out and cold hearts freeze

1.2.70395Allegiance in them; their curses now

1.2.71396Live where their prayers did, and it's come to pass

1.2.72397This tractable obedience is a slave

1.2.73398To each incensed will. I would your highness

1.2.74399Would give it quick consideration, for

1.2.75400There is no primer baseness.

By my life,

1.2.77402This is against our pleasure!

And for me,

1.2.79404I have no further gone in this than by

1.2.80405A single voice, and that not past me, but

1.2.81406By learned approbation of the judges. If I am

1.2.82407Traduced by ignorant tongues, which neither know

1.2.83408My faculties nor person, yet will be

1.2.84409The chronicles of my doing, let me say

1.2.85410'Tis but the fate of place and the rough brake

1.2.86411That virtue must go through. We must not stint

1.2.87412Our necessary actions in the fear

1.2.88413To cope malicious censurers, which ever,

1.2.89414As ravenous fishes, do a vessel follow

1.2.90415That is new-trimmed, but benefit no further

1.2.91416Than vainly longing. What we oft do best,

1.2.92417By sick interpreters (once weak ones) is

1.2.93418Not ours or not allowed. What worst, as oft,

1.2.94419Hitting a grosser quality, is cried up

1.2.95420For our best act. If we shall stand still

1.2.96421In fear our motion will be mocked or carped at;

1.2.97422We should take root here where we sit,

1.2.98423Or sit state-statues only.

Things done well

1.2.100425And with a care exempt themselves from fear.

1.2.101426Things done without example in their issue

1.2.102427Are to be feared. Have you a precedent

1.2.103428Of this commission? I believe not any.

1.2.104429We must not rend our subjects from our laws

1.2.105430And stick them in our will. Sixth part of each?

1.2.106431A trembling contribution; why, we take

1.2.107432From every tree lop, bark, and part o'th'timber,

1.2.108433And though we leave it with a root thus hacked

1.2.109434The air will drink the sap. To every county

1.2.110435Where this is questioned send our letters with

1.2.111436Free pardon to each man that has denied

1.2.112437The force of this commission. Pray, look to't;

1.2.113438I put it to your care.

[to Secretary] A word with you.

1.2.115440Let there be letters writ to every shire

1.2.116441Of the King's grace and pardon. The grieved commons

1.2.117442Hardly conceive of me. Let it be noised

1.2.118443That through our intercession this revokement

1.2.119444And pardon comes. I shall anon advise you

1.2.120445Further in the proceeding.

I am sorry that the Duke of Buckingham

1.2.122448Is run in your displeasure.

It grieves many.

1.2.124450The gentleman is learned and a most rare speaker,

1.2.125451To nature none more bound. His training such

1.2.126452That he may furnish and instruct great teachers

1.2.127453And never seek for aid out of himself. Yet see

1.2.128454When these so noble benefits shall prove

1.2.129455Not well disposed; the mind growing once corrupt,

1.2.130456They turn to vicious forms ten times more ugly

1.2.131457Than ever they were fair. This man so complete

1.2.132458Who was enrolled amongst wonders; and when we,

1.2.133459Almost with ravished listening, could not find

1.2.134460His hour of speech a minute. He, my lady,

1.2.135461Hath into monstrous habits put the graces

1.2.136462That once were his, and is become as black

1.2.137463As if besmeared in hell. Sit by us: you shall hear

1.2.138464(This was his gentleman in trust) of him

1.2.139465Things to strike honor sad. Bid him recount

1.2.140466The fore-recited practices, whereof

1.2.141467We cannot feel too little, hear too much.

Stand forth and with bold spirit relate what you,

1.2.143469Most like a careful subject, have collected

1.2.144470Out of the Duke of Buckingham.

Speak freely.

First, it was usual with him, every day

1.2.147473It would infect his speech, that if the King

1.2.148474Should without issue die he'll carry it so

1.2.149475To make the sceptre his. These very words

1.2.150476I've heard him utter to his son-in-law,

1.2.151477Lord Abergavenny, to whom by oath he menaced

1.2.152478Revenge upon the cardinal.

Please, your highness, note

1.2.154480This dangerous conception in this point

1.2.155481Not friended by his wish to your high person.

1.2.156482His will is most malignant and it stretches

1.2.157483Beyond you to your friends.

My learn'd lord cardinal,

1.2.159485Deliver all with charity.

Speak on.

1.2.161487How grounded he his title to the crown

1.2.162488Upon our fail? To this point hast thou heard him

1.2.163489At any time speak aught?

He was brought to this

1.2.165491By a vain prophecy of Nicholas Hopkins.

What was that Hopkins?

Sir, a Chartreux friar,

1.2.168494His confessor, who fed him every minute

1.2.169495With words of sovereignty.

How know'st thou this?

Not long before your Highness sped to France,

1.2.172498The duke being at the Rose, within the parish

1.2.173499Saint Laurence Poultney, did of me demand

1.2.174500What was the speech among the Londoners

1.2.175501Concerning the French journey. I replied

1.2.176502Men fear the French would prove perfidious

1.2.177503To the king's danger. Presently, the duke

1.2.178504Said 'twas the fear indeed, and that he doubted

1.2.179505'Twould prove the verity of certain words

1.2.180506Spoke by a holy monk that oft, says he,

1.2.181507"Hath sent to me, wishing me to permit

1.2.182508John Delacourt, my chaplain, a choice hour

1.2.183509To hear from him a matter of some moment".

1.2.184510Whom after, under the confession's seal,

1.2.185511He solemnly had sworn that what he spoke

1.2.186512My chaplain to no creature living but

1.2.187513To me should utter with demure confidence

1.2.188514This pausingly ensued: "Neither the King, nor his heirs

1.2.189515(Tell you the Duke) shall prosper, bid him strive

1.2.190516To the love of the commonalty, the Duke

1.2.191517Shall govern England".

If I know you well,

1.2.193519You were the Duke's surveyor and lost your office

1.2.194520On the complaint of the tenants. Take good heed

1.2.195521You charge not in your spleen a noble person

1.2.196522And spoil your nobler soul. I say take heed;

1.2.197523Yes, heartily beseech you.

Let him on. Go forward.

On my soul I'll speak but truth.

1.2.200526I told my lord the duke, by the devil's illusions

1.2.201527The monk might be deceived and that 'twas dangerous

1.2.202528For this to ruminate on this so far, until

1.2.203529It forged him some design, which being believed

1.2.204530It was much like to do. He answered, "Tush,

1.2.205531It can doe me no damage," adding further,

1.2.206532That had the King in his last sickness failed,

1.2.207533The cardinal's and Sir Thomas Lovell's heads

1.2.208534Should have gone off.

Ha? What, so rank? Ah, ha!

1.2.210536There's mischief in this man. Canst thou say further?

I can, my liege.

Proceed.

Being at Greenwich,

1.2.214540After your highness had reproved the duke

1.2.215541About Sir William Blumer --

I remember of such a time; being my sworn servant,

1.2.217543The duke retained him his. But on, what hence?

"If", quoth he, "I for this had been committed,

1.2.219545As to the Tower I thought I would have played

1.2.220546The part my father meant to act upon

1.2.221547The usurper Richard; who being at Salisbury,

1.2.222548Made suit to come in his presence; which, if granted,

1.2.223549(As he made semblance of his duty) would

1.2.224550Have put his knife into him."

A giant traitor.

Now Madame, may his highness live in freedom

1.2.227553And this man out of prison.

God mend all.

There's something more would out of thee; what sayest?

After the duke his father with the knife

1.2.231557He stretched him, and with one hand on his dagger

1.2.232558Another spread on's breast, mounting his eyes

1.2.233559He did discharge a horrible oath whose tenor

1.2.234560Was, were he evil used, he would outgo

1.2.235561His father by as much as a performance

1.2.236562Does an irresolute purpose.

There's his period:

1.2.238564To sheath his knife in us. He is attached.

1.2.239565Call him to present trial. If he may

1.2.240566Find mercy in the law 'tis his; if none,

1.2.241567Let him not seek it of us. By day and night

1.2.242568He's traitor to the height.

Is't possible the spells of France should juggle

1.3.2572Men into such strange mysteries?

New customs,

1.3.4574Though they be never so ridiculous,

1.3.5575(Nay let 'em be unmanly) yet are followed.

As far as I see, all the good our English

1.3.7577Have got by the late voyage is but merely

1.3.8578A fit or two o'th'face, (but they are shrewd ones)

1.3.9579For when they hold 'em you would swear directly

1.3.10580Their very noses had been counselors

1.3.11581To Pepin or Clotharius, they keep state so.

They have all new legs

1.3.13583And lame ones; one would take it

1.3.14584That never see 'em pace before, the spavine

1.3.15585Or stringhalt reigned among 'em.

'Death my Lord,

1.3.17587Their clothes are after such a pagan cut to't

1.3.18588That sure th'have worn out Christendom. [to Lovell] How now?

1.3.19589What news, Sir Thomas Lovell?

Faith my Lord,

1.3.21592I hear of none but the new proclamation,

1.3.22593That's clapped upon the court gate.

What is't for?

The reformation of our travelled gallants,

1.3.25596That fill the court with quarrels, talk, and tailors.

I'm glad 'tis there;

1.3.27598Now I would pray our monsieurs

1.3.28599To think an English courtier may be wise

1.3.29600And never see the Louvre.

They must either

1.3.31602(For so run the conditions) leave those remnants

1.3.32603Of fool and feather that they got in France,

1.3.33604With all their honorable points of ignorance

1.3.34605Pertaining thereunto, as fights and fireworks,

1.3.35606Abusing better men then they can be

1.3.36607Out of a foreign wisdom, renouncing clean

1.3.37608The faith they have in tennis and tall stockings,

1.3.38609Short blistered breeches, and those types of travel,

1.3.39610And understand again like honest men,

1.3.40611Or pack to their old playfellows. There, I take it,

1.3.41612They may cum privilego, oui away

1.3.42613The lag end of their lewdness and be laughed at.

'Tis time to give 'em physic, their diseases

1.3.44615Are grown so catching.

What a loss our ladies

1.3.46617Will have of these trim vanities!

Ay, marry,

1.3.48619There will be woe indeed lords, the sly whoresons

1.3.49620Have got a speeding trick to lay down ladies.

1.3.50621A French song and a fiddle has no fellow.

The devil fiddle 'em!

1.3.52623I am glad they are going

1.3.53624For sure there's no converting of 'em. Now

1.3.54625An honest country lord as I am, beaten

1.3.55626A long time out of play, may bring his plain song

1.3.56627And have an hour of hearing, and by'r Lady

1.3.57628Held current music, too.

Well said, Lord Sandys.

1.3.59630Your colt's tooth is not cast yet?

No my Lord,

1.3.61632Nor shall not while I have a stump.

Sir Thomas,

1.3.63634Whither were you a'going?

To the cardinal's.

1.3.65636Your lordship is a guest, too.

O, 'tis true!

1.3.67638This night he makes a supper, and a great one,

1.3.68639To many lords and ladies. There will be

1.3.69640The beauty of this kingdom, I'll assure you.

That churchman

1.3.71642Bears a bounteous mind indeed,

1.3.72643A hand as fruitful as the land that feeds us:

1.3.73644His dews fall everywhere.

No doubt he's noble:

1.3.75646He had a black mouth that said other of him.

He may, my Lord;

1.3.77648'has wherewithal. In him

1.3.78649Sparing would show a worse sin than ill doctrine.

1.3.79650Men of his way should be most liberal:

1.3.80651They are set here for examples.

True, they are so,

1.3.82653But few now give so great ones.

1.3.83654My barge stays.

1.3.84655Your lordship shall along. Come, good Sir Thomas,

1.3.85656We shall be late else, which I would not be,

1.3.86657For I was spoke to, with Sir Henry Guilford

1.3.87658This night to be comptrollers.

I am your lordship's.

Ladies,

1.4.2667A general welcome from his grace

1.4.3668Salutes ye all. This night he dedicates

1.4.4669To fair content and you. None here he hopes,

1.4.5670In all this noble bevy, has brought with her

1.4.6671One care abroad; he would have all as merry

1.4.7672As first good company, good wine, good welcome

1.4.8673Can make good people.

1.4.9675O my lord, y'are tardy.

1.4.10676The very thought of this fair company

1.4.11677Clapped wings to me.

You are young, Sir Harry Guilford.

Sir Thomas Lovell, had the cardinal

1.4.14680But half my lay thoughts in him, some of these

1.4.15681Should find a running banquet ere they rested

1.4.16682I think would better please 'em. By my life,

1.4.17683They are a sweet society of fair ones!

O, that your lordship were but now confessor

1.4.19685To one or two of these.

I would I were:

1.4.21687They should find easy penance.

Faith, how easy?

As easy as a down bed would afford it.

Sweet ladies, will it please you sit? Sir Harry,

1.4.25691Place you that side; I'll take the charge of this.

1.4.26692His grace is ent'ring. Nay, you must not freeze;

1.4.27693Two women placed together makes cold weather.

1.4.28694My Lord Sandys, you are one will keep 'em waking;

1.4.29695Pray, sit between these ladies.

By my faith,

1.4.31697And thank your lordship! By your leave, sweet ladies,

1.4.32698If I chance to talk a little wild, forgive me:

1.4.33699I had it from my father.

Was he mad, sir?

O, very mad, exceeding mad in love, too.

1.4.36702But he would bite none, iust as I do now,

1.4.37703He would kiss you twenty with a breath.

Well said, my lord.

1.4.39705So now y'are fairly seated, gentlemen,

1.4.40706The penance lies on you if these fair ladies

1.4.41707Pass away frowning.

For my little cure

1.4.43709Let me alone.

Welcome, my fair guests! That noble lady

1.4.45712Or gentleman that is not freely merry

1.4.46713Is not my friend. This, to confirm my welcome

1.4.47714And to you all good health.

Your grace is noble.

1.4.49716Let me have such a bowl may hold my thanks

1.4.50717And save me so much talking.

My Lord Sandys,

1.4.52719I am beholden to you. Cheer your neighbours!

1.4.53720Ladies you are not merry! Gentlemen,

1.4.54721Whose fault is this?

The red wine first must rise

1.4.56723In their fair cheeks, my lord. Then we shall have 'em

1.4.57724Talk us to silence.

You are a merry gamester,

1.4.59726My lord Sandys.

Yes, if I make my play.

1.4.61728Here's to your ladyship - and pledge it, madam,

1.4.62729For 'tis to such a thing.

You cannot show me.

I told your grace they would talk anon.

What's that?

Look out there, some of ye!

What warlike voice,

1.4.68736And to what end is this? Nay, ladies, fear not;

1.4.69737By all the laws of war y'are privileged.

How now, what is't?

A noble troupe of strangers,

1.4.72741For so they seem. Th'have left their barge and landed,

1.4.73742And hither make as great ambassadors

1.4.74743From foreign princes.

Good lord Chamberlain,

1.4.76745Go, give 'em welcome. You can speak the French tongue;

1.4.77746And pray receive 'em nobly, and conduct 'em

1.4.78747Into our presence, where this heaven of beauty

1.4.79748Shall shine at full upon them. Some attend him.

1.4.80750You have now a broken banquet, but we'll mend it.

1.4.81751A good digestion to you all! And once more

1.4.82752I shower a welcome on ye! Welcome, all.

1.4.83757A noble company! What are their pleasures?

Because they speak no English, thus they prayed

1.4.85759To tell your grace that, having heard by fame

1.4.86760Of this so noble and so fair assembly,

1.4.87761This night to meet here they could do no less,

1.4.88762(Out of the great respect they bear to beauty),

1.4.89763But leave their flocks, and under your fair conduct

1.4.90764Craue leave to view these ladies, and entreat

1.4.91765An hour of revels with 'em.

Say, lord chamberlain,

1.4.93767They have done my poor house grace,

1.4.94768For which I pay 'em a thousand thanks,

1.4.95769And pray 'em take their pleasures.

The fairest hand I ever touched. O, Beauty,

1.4.97772Till now I never knew thee.

My lord.

Your grace.

Pray tell 'em thus much from me:

1.4.101777There should be one amongst 'em by his person

1.4.102778More worthy this place then my self, to whom

1.4.103779(If I but knew him), with my love and duty

780I would surrender it.

I will, my lord.

What say they?

Such a one, they all confess,

1.4.107784There is indeed; which they would have your grace

1.4.108785Find out, and he will take it.

Let me see then,

1.4.110787By all your good leaves, gentlemen, here I'll make

1.4.111788My royal choice.

Ye haue found him Cardinal!

1.4.113790You hold a fair assembly. You do well, lord.

1.4.114791You are a churchman, or I'll tell you, cardinal,

1.4.115792I should judge now unhappily.

I am glad

1.4.117794Your grace is grown so pleasant.

My lord chamberlain,

1.4.119796Prithee come hither. What fair lady's that?

An't please your grace,

1.4.121798Sir Thomas Bullen's daughter, the Viscount Rochford,

1.4.122799One of her highness' women.

By heaven she is a dainty one. Sweetheart,

1.4.124801I were unmannerly to take you out

1.4.125802And not to kiss you. A health, gentlemen!

1.4.126803Let it go 'round.

Sir Thomas Lovell, is the banquet ready

1.4.128805I'th'privy chamber?

Yes, my lord.

Your grace,

1.4.131808I fear, with dancing is a little heated.

I fear too much.

There's fresher air, my lord,

1.4.134811In the next chamber.

Lead in your ladies, ev'ry one. Sweet partner,

1.4.136813I must not yet forsake you. Let's be merry!

1.4.137814Good my lord cardinal, I have half a dozen healths

1.4.138815To drink to these fair ladies, and a measure

1.4.139816To lead 'em once again; and then let's dream

1.4.140817Who's best in favor. Let the music knock it!

Whither away so fast?

O, God save ye;

2.1.3823EEv'n to the hall to hear what shall become

2.1.4824Of the great Duke of Buckingham.

I'll save you

2.1.6826That labor, sir. All's now done but the ceremony

2.1.7827Of bringing back the prisoner.

Were you there?

Yes, indeed was I.

Pray, speak what has happened.

You may guess quickly what.

Is he found guilty?

Yes, truly is he,

2.1.14834And condemned upon't.

I am sorry for't.

So are a number more.

But pray, how passed it?

I'll tell you in a little. The great duke

2.1.19839Came to the bar where, to his accusations,

2.1.20840He pleaded still not guilty, and alleged

2.1.21841Many sharp reasons to defeat the law.

2.1.22842The king's attorney, on the contrary,

2.1.23843Urged on the examinations, proofs, confessions

2.1.24844Of divers witnesses, which the duke desired

2.1.25845To him brought viva voce to his face;

2.1.26846At which appeared against him his surveyor,

2.1.27847Sir Gilbert Peck his chancellor, and John Carr,

2.1.28848Confessor to him, with that devil monk,

2.1.29849Hopkins, that made this mischief.

That was he

2.1.31851That fed him with his prophecies?

The same.

2.1.33853All these accused him strongly, which he fain

2.1.34854Would have flung from him, but indeed he could not.

2.1.35855And so his peers, upon this evidence,

2.1.36856Have found him guilty of high treason. Much

2.1.37857He spoke, and learnedly, for life, but all

2.1.38858Was either pitied in him, or forgotten.

After all this how did he bear himself?

When he was brought again to th'bar, to hear

2.1.41861His knell rung out, his judgement, he was stirred

2.1.42862With such an agony, he sweat extremely,

2.1.43863And something spoke in choler, ill, and hasty;

2.1.44864But he fell to himself again, and sweetly

2.1.45865In all the rest showed a most noble patience.

I do not think he fears death.

Sure he does not;

2.1.48868He never was so womanish. The cause

2.1.49869He may a little grieve at.

Certainly

2.1.51871The cardinal is the end of this.

'Tis likely

2.1.53873By all conjectures: first Kildare's attainder,

2.1.54874Then Deputy of Ireland, who removed,

2.1.55875Earl Surrey was sent thither, and in haste too,

2.1.56876Lest he should help his father.

That trick of state

2.1.58878Was a deep, envious one.

At his return

2.1.60880No doubt he will requite it. This is noted

2.1.61881(And generally), whoever the king favors

2.1.62882The cardinal instantly will find employment,

2.1.63883And far enough from court, too.

All the commons

2.1.65885Hate him perniciously and, o' my conscience,

2.1.66886Wish him ten fathom deep. This duke as much

2.1.67887They love and dote on, call him 'bounteous Buckingham,

2.1.68888The mirror of all courtesy.'

Stay there, sir,

2.1.70894And see the noble ruined man you speak of.

Let's stand close and behold him.

All good people:

2.1.73897You that thus far have come to pity me,

2.1.74898Hear what I say, and then go home and lose me.

2.1.75899I have this day received a traitor's judgement,

2.1.76900And by that name must die; yet heaven bear witness,

2.1.77901And if I have a conscience, let it sink me,

2.1.78902Even as the axe falls, if I be not faithful.

2.1.79903The law I bear no malice for my death.

2.1.80904'T has done upon the premises but justice.

2.1.81905But those that sought it I could wish more Christians

2.1.82906(Be what they will), I heartily forgive 'em.

2.1.83907Yet let 'em look they glory not in mischief,

2.1.84908Nor build their evils on the graves of great men;

2.1.85909For then my guiltless blood must cry against 'em.

2.1.86910For further life in this world I ne'er hope,

2.1.87911Nor will I sue, although the king have mercies

2.1.88912More than I dare make faults.

2.1.89913You few that loved me,

2.1.90914And dare be bold to weep for Buckingham,

2.1.91915His noble friends and fellows, whom to leave

2.1.92916Is only bitter to him, only dying:

2.1.93917Go with me like good angels to my end,

2.1.94918And as the long divorce of steel falls on me,

2.1.95919Make of your prayers one sweet sacrifice

2.1.96920And lift my soul to heaven.

2.1.97921Lead on, a God's name.

I do beseech your grace, for charity,

2.1.99923If ever any malice in your heart

2.1.100924Were hid against me, now to forgive me frankly.

Sir Thomas Lovell, I as free forgive you

2.1.102926As I would be forgiven; I forgive all.

2.1.103927There cannot be those numberless offences

2.1.104928'Gainst me that I cannot take peace with.

2.1.105929No black envy shall make my grave.

2.1.106930Commend me to his grace,

2.1.107931And if he speak of Buckingham, pray tell him

2.1.108932You met him half in heaven. My vows and prayers

2.1.109933Yet are the king's, and till my soul forsake

2.1.110934Shall cry for blessings on him. May he live

2.1.111935Longer then I have time to tell his years,

2.1.112936Ever beloved and loving may his rule be;

2.1.113937And when old time shall lead him to his end,

2.1.114938Goodness and he fill up one monument.

To th' waterside I must conduct your grace,

2.1.116940Then give my charge up to Sir Nicholas Vaux,

2.1.117941Who undertakes you to your end.

Prepare there,

2.1.119943The duke is coming! See the barge be ready,

2.1.120944And fit it with such furniture as suits

2.1.121945The greatness of his person.

Nay, Sir Nicholas,

2.1.123947Let it alone; my state now will but mock me.

2.1.124948When I came hither I was Lord High Constable

2.1.125949And Duke of Buckingham: now, poor Edward Bohun.

2.1.126950Yet I am richer then my base accusers,

2.1.127951That never knew what truth meant. I now seal it,

2.1.128952And with that blood will make 'em one day groan for't.

2.1.129953My noble father, Henry of Buckingham,

2.1.130954Who first raised head against usurping Richard;

2.1.131955Flying for succor to his servant Banister,

2.1.132956Being distressed, was by that wretch betrayed,

2.1.133957And without trial fell. God's peace be with him.

2.1.134958Henry the Seventh succeeding, truly pitying

2.1.135959My father's loss, like a most royal prince

2.1.136960Restored me to my honors; and out of ruins

2.1.137961Made my name once more noble. Now his son,

2.1.138962Henry the Eighth, life, honor, name, and all

2.1.139963That made me happy, at one stroke has taken

2.1.140964Forever from the world. I had my trial,

2.1.141965And must needs say a noble one, which makes me

2.1.142966A little happier than my wretched father.

2.1.143967Yet thus far we are one in fortunes: both

2.1.144968Fell by our servants, by those men we loved most;

2.1.145969A most unnatural and faithless service.

2.1.146970Heaven has an end in all. Yet you that hear me,

2.1.147971This from a dying man receive as certain:

2.1.148972Where you are liberal of your loves and counsels,

2.1.149973Be sure you be not loose, for those you make friends

2.1.150974And give your hearts to, when they once perceive

2.1.151975The least rub in your fortunes, fall away

2.1.152976Like water from ye, never found again

2.1.153977But where they mean to sink ye. All good people

2.1.154978Pray for me. I must now forsake ye. The last hour

2.1.155979Of my long weary life is come upon me.

2.1.156980Farewell, and when you would say something that is sad,

2.1.157981Speak how I fell.

2.1.158982I have done, and God forgive me.

Oh, this is full of pity! Sir, it calls,

2.1.160985I fear, too many curses on their heads

2.1.161986That were the authors.

If the duke be guiltless

2.1.163988'Tis full of woe; yet I can give you inkling

2.1.164989Of an ensuing evil if it fall

2.1.165990Greater than this.

Good angels keep it from us;

2.1.167992What may it be? You do not doubt my faith, sir?

This secret is so weighty 'twill require

2.1.169994A strong faith to conceal it.

Let me have it;

2.1.171996I do not talk much.

I am confident

2.1.173998You shall, sir. Did you not of late days hear

2.1.174999A buzzing of a separation

2.1.1751000Between the king and Katherine?

Yes, but it held not,

2.1.1771002For when the king once heard it, out of anger

2.1.1781003He sent command to the Lord Mayor straight

2.1.1791004To stop the rumor and allay those tongues

2.1.1801005That durst disperse it.

But that slander, sir,

2.1.1821007Is found a truth now for it grows again

2.1.1831008Fresher then e'er it was, and held for certain

2.1.1841009The King will venture at it. Either the cardinal,

2.1.1851010Or some about him near have, out of malice

2.1.1861011To the good queen, possessed him with a scruple

2.1.1871012That will undo her. To confirm this, too,

2.1.1881013Cardinal Campeius is arrived and lately,

2.1.1891014As all think for this business.

'Tis the cardinal;

2.1.1911016And merely to revenge him on the emperor

2.1.1921017For not bestowing on him at his asking

2.1.1931018he Archbishopric of Toledo this is purposed.

I think

2.1.1951020You have hit the mark. But is't not cruel

2.1.1961021That she should feel the smart of this? The cardinal

2.1.1971022Will have his will and she must fall.

'Tis woeful.

2.1.1991024We are too open here to argue this;

1025Let's think in private more.

1036I fear he will indeed; well, let him have them; he

1037will have all, I think.

Well met, my lord Chamberlain.

Good day to both your graces.

How is the king employed?

I left him private, 1044full of sad thoughts and troubles.

What's the cause?

It seems the marriage with his brother's wife 1047Has crept too near his conscience.

No, his Conscience

1049Ha's crept too neere another Ladie.

Tis so;

1051This is the Cardinals doing: The King-Cardinall,

1052That blinde Priest, like the eldest Sonne of Fortune,

1053Turnes what he list. The King will know him one day.

Pray God he do.

1055He'll never know himself else.

How holily he works in all his business,

2.2.121057And with what zeal? For now he has cracked the league

2.2.131058Between us and the emperor (the queen's great-nephew).

2.2.141059He dives into the king's soul and there scatters

2.2.151060Dangers, doubts, wringing of the conscience,

2.2.161061Fears and despairs, and all these for his marriage.

2.2.171062And out of all these, to restore the king,

2.2.181063He counsels a divorce, a loss of her

2.2.191064That like a jewel has hung twenty years

2.2.201065About his neck, yet never lost her luster;

2.2.211066Of her that loves him with that excellence

2.2.221067That angels love good men with. Even of her,

2.2.231068That when the greatest stroke of fortune falls

2.2.241069Will bless the king. And is not this course pious?

Heaven keep me from such counsel; 'tis most true.

2.2.261071These news are everywhere; every tongue speaks 'em,

2.2.271072And every true heart weeps for't. All that dare

2.2.281073Look into these affairs see this main end:

2.2.291074The French king's sister. Heaven will one day open

2.2.301075The king's eyes that so long have slept upon

2.2.311076This bold, bad man.

And free us from his slavery.

We had need pray,

2.2.341079And heartily, for our deliverance,

2.2.351080Or this imperious man will work us all

2.2.361081From princes into pages. All men's honors

2.2.371082Lie like one lump before him, to be fashioned

2.2.381083Into what pitch he please.

For me, my lords,

2.2.401085I love him not nor fear him: there's my creed.

2.2.411086As I am made without him, so I'll stand,

2.2.421087If the King please. His curses and his blessings

2.2.431088Touch me alike; they're breath I not believe in.

2.2.441089I knew him, and I know him; so I leave him

2.2.451090To him that made him proud, the pope.

Let's in,

2.2.471092And with some other business put the king

2.2.481093From these sad thoughts that work too much upon him.

2.2.491094My lord, you'll bear us company?

Excuse me,

2.2.511096the king has sent me otherwhere. Besides

2.2.521097You'll find a most unfit time to disturb him.

2.2.531098Health to your lordships.

Thanks, my good lord Chamberlaine.

How sad he looks; sure he is much afflicted.

Who's there? Ha?

Pray God he be not angry.

Who's there, I say? How dare you thrust yourselves

1106Into my private meditations!

1107Who am I? Ha?

A gracious King, that pardons all offences

2.2.601109Malice ne'er meant. Our breach of duty this way

2.2.611110Is business of estate, in which we come

2.2.621111To know your royal pleasure.

Ye are too bold.

2.2.641113Go to; I'll make ye know your times of business.

2.2.651114Is this an hour for temporal affairs? Ha?

2.2.661116Who's there? my good lord cardinal? O, my Wolsey,

2.2.671117The quiet of my wounded conscience;

2.2.681118Thou art a cure fit for a king. you're welcome,

2.2.691119Most learned reverend sir, into our kingdom;

2.2.701120Use us, and it. My good lord, have great care

2.2.711121I be not found a talker.

Sir, you cannot;

2.2.731123I would your grace would give us but an hour

2.2.741124Of private conference.

We are busy; go.

This priest has no pride in him.

Not to speake of.

2.2.781128I would not be so sick, though, for his place.

2.2.791129But this cannot continue.

2.2.81If it do

2.2.82I'll venture one have at him.

I another.

Your grace has given a precedent of wisdom

2.2.851134Above all princes, in committing freely

2.2.861135Your scruple to the voice of Christendom.

2.2.871136Who can be angry now? What envy reach you?

2.2.881137The Spaniard tied by blood and favor to her

2.2.891138Must now confess, if they have any goodness,

2.2.901139The trial, just and noble. All the clerks

2.2.911140(I mean the learned ones in Christian kingdoms)

2.2.921141Have their free voices. Rome, the nurse of judgement

2.2.931142Invited by your noble self, hath sent

2.2.941143One general tongue unto us: this good man,

2.2.951144This just and learned priest Cardinal Campeius,

2.2.961145Whom once more I present unto your highness.

AAnd once more in mine arms I bid him welcome,

2.2.981147And thank the holy conclave for their loves;

2.2.991148They have sent me such a man I would have wished for.

Your grace must needs deserve all strangers' loves,

2.2.1011150You are so noble. To your highness' hand

2.2.1021151I tender my commission, by whose virtue

2.2.1031152The court of Rome commanding. You, my Lord

2.2.1041153Cardinal of York, are joined with me, their servant

2.2.1051154In the unpartial judging of this business.

Two equal men; the queen shall be acquainted

2.2.1071156Forthwith for what you come. Where's Gardiner?

I know your majesty has always loved her

2.2.1091158So dear in heart not to deny her that

2.2.1101159A woman of less place might ask by law,

2.2.1111160Scholars allowed freely to argue for her.

Aye, and the best she shall have; and my favor

2.2.1131162To him that does best, God forbid else. Cardinal,

2.2.1141163Prithee call Gardiner to me, my new secretary.

2.2.1151164I find him a fit fellow.

Give me your hand. Much joy and favor to you;

2.2.1171167You are the king's now.

But to be commanded

2.2.1191169Forever by your grace, whose hand has raised me.

Come hither, Gardiner.

My lord of York, was not one Doctor Pace

2.2.1221173In this man's place before him?

Yes, he was.

Was he not held a learned man?

Yes, surely.

Believe me, there's an ill opinion spread, then,

2.2.1271178Even of yourself, lord cardinal.

How? of me?

They will not stick to say you envied him

2.2.1301181And, fearing he would rise (he was so virtuous)

2.2.1311182Kept him a foreign man still, which so grieved him

2.2.1321183That he ran mad and died.

Heaven's peace be with him;

2.2.1341185That's Christian care enough. for living murmurers

2.2.1351186There's places of rebuke. He was a fool,

2.2.1361187For he would needs be virtuous. That good fellow,

2.2.1371188If I command him, follows my appointment;

2.2.1381189I will have none so near else. Learn this, brother:

2.2.1391190We live not to be gripped by meaner persons.

Deliver this with modesty to th' queen.

2.2.1411193The most convenient place that I can think of

2.2.1421194For such receipt of learning is Blackfriars.

2.2.1431195There ye shall meet about this weighty business.

2.2.1441196My Wolsey, see it furnished. O, my lord,

2.2.1451197Would it not grieve an able man to leave

2.2.1461198So sweet a bedfellow? But conscience, conscience;

2.2.1471199O, 'tis a tender place and I must leave her.

Not for that, neither; here's the pang that pinches:

2.3.21203His highness, having lived so long with her, and she

2.3.31204So good a lady that no tongue could ever

2.3.41205Pronounce dishonor of her. By my life

2.3.51206She never knew harm-doing. Oh, now after

2.3.61207So many courses of the sun enthroned,

2.3.71208Still growing in a majesty and pomp, the which

2.3.81209To leave a thousandfold more bitter, than

2.3.91210'Tis sweet at first t'acquire. After this process

2.3.101211To give her the avaunt, it is a pity

2.3.111212Would move a monster.

Hearts of most hard temper

2.3.131214Melt and lament for her.

Oh God's will, much better

2.3.151216She ne'er had known pomp; though't be temporal,

2.3.161217Yet if that quarrel Fortune do divorce

2.3.171218It from the bearer, 'tis a sufferance, panging

2.3.181219As soul and body's severing.

Alas poore Lady,

2.3.201221She's a stranger now again.

So much the more

2.3.221223Must pity drop upon her; verily

2.3.231224I swear, 'tis better to be lowly born

2.3.241225And range with humble livers in content,

2.3.251226Than to be perked up in a glist'ring grief

2.3.261227And wear a golden sorrow.

Our content

2.3.281229Is our best having.

By my troth and maidenhead

2.3.301231I would not be a queen.

Beshrew me, I would,

2.3.321233And venture maidenhead for't, and so would you

2.3.331234For all this spice of your hypocrisy.

2.3.341235You that have so fair parts of woman on you

2.3.351236Have, too, a woman's heart which ever yet

2.3.361237Affected eminence, wealth, sovereignty;

2.3.371238Which, to say sooth, are blessings, and which gifts

2.3.381239(Saving your mincing), the capacity

2.3.391240Of your soft cheverel conscience would receive

2.3.401241If you might please to stretch it.

Nay, good troth.

Yes, troth and troth. You would not be a queen?

No, not for all the riches under heaven.

'Tis strange: a threepence bowed would hire me,

2.3.451246Old as I am, to queen it. But I pray you,

2.3.461247What think you of a duchess? Have you limbs

2.3.471248To bear that load of title?

No, in truth.

Then you are weakly made. Pluck off a little;

2.3.501251I would not be a young count in your way,

2.3.511252For more then blushing comes to. If your back

2.3.521253Cannot vouchsafe this burden 'tis too weak

2.3.531254Ever to get a boy.

How you do talk.

2.3.551256I swear again I would not be a queen

2.3.561257For all the world!

In faith, for little England

2.3.581259You'd venture an emballing: I, myself,

2.3.591260Would for Caernarfonshire, although there longed

2.3.601261No more to th' crown but that. Lo, who comes here?

Good morrow, ladies; what were't worth to know

2.3.621264The secret of your conference?

My good lord,

2.3.641266Not your demand; it values not your asking.

2.3.651267Our mistress's sorrows we were pitying.

It was a gentle business, and becoming

2.3.671269The action of good women; there is hope

2.3.681270All will be well.

Now I pray God, amen.

You bear a gentle mind, and heavenly blessings

2.3.711273Follow such creatures. That you may, fair lady,

2.3.721274Perceive I speak sincerely, and high notes

2.3.731275Ta'en of your many virtues. The king's majesty

2.3.741276Commends his good opinion of you to you, and

2.3.751277Does purpose honor to you no less flowing

2.3.761278Than Marchioness of Pembroke; to which title

2.3.771279A thousand pound a year annual support,

2.3.781280Out of his grace, he adds.

I do not know

2.3.801282What kind of my obedience I should tender.

2.3.811283More then my all is nothing, nor my prayers

2.3.821284Are not words duly hallowed, nor my wishes

2.3.831285More worth than empty vanities. Yet prayers and wishes

2.3.841286Are all I can return. Beseech your lordship,

2.3.851287Vouchsafe to speak my thanks and my obedience

2.3.861288As from a blushing handmaid to his highness,

2.3.871289Whose health and royalty I pray for.

Lady,

2.3.891291I shall not fail t'approve the fair conceit

2.3.901292The king hath of you. I have perused her well,

2.3.911293Beauty and honor in her are so mingled

2.3.921294That they have caught the king, and who knows yet

2.3.931295But from this lady may proceed a gem

2.3.941296To lighten all this isle. I'll to the King

2.3.951297And say I spoke with you.

My honored Lord.

Why this it is: see, see,

2.3.981301I have been begging sixteen years in court

2.3.991302(Am yet a courtier beggarly) nor could

2.3.1001303Come pat betwixt too early and too late

2.3.1011304For any suit of pounds. And you, (O, fate)

2.3.1021305A very fresh fish here. Fie, fie, fie upon

2.3.1031306This compelled fortune. Have your mouth filled up

2.3.1041307Before you open it.

This is strange to me.

How tastes it? Is it bitter? Forty pence, no.

2.3.1071310There was a lady once ('tis an old story)

2.3.1081311That would not be a queen, that would she not

2.3.1091312For all the mud in Egypt. Have you heard it?

Come, you are pleasant.

With your theme I could

2.3.1121315O'er mount the lark: the Marchioness of Pembroke?

2.3.1131316A thousand pounds a year for pure respect?

2.3.1141317No other obligation? by my life

2.3.1151318That promises mo' thousands! Honor's train

2.3.1161319Is longer than his fore-skirt. By this time

2.3.1171320I know your back will bear a duchess. Say,

2.3.1181321Are you not stronger then you were?

Good Lady,

2.3.1201323Make yourself mirth with your particular fancy

2.3.1211324And leave me out on't. Would I had no being

2.3.1221325If this salute my blood a jot; it faints me

2.3.1231326To think what follows.

2.3.1241327The queen is comfortless and we forgetful

2.3.1251328In our long absence. Pray, do not deliver

2.3.1261329What here y'have heard to her.

What do you think me?

Whilst our commission from Rome is read

2.4.21351Let silence be commanded.

What's the need?

2.4.41353It hath already publicly been read

2.4.51354And on all sides th'authority allowed;

2.4.61355You may then spare that time.

Be't so; proceed.

Say, 'Henry King of England, come into the court.'

Henry King of England, come into the court.

Here.

Say, 'Katherine Queen of England,

2.4.121361Come into the court.'

Katherine Queen of England, come into the court.

Sir, I desire you do me right and justice

2.4.151367And to bestow your pity on me, for

2.4.161368I am a most poor woman, and a stranger

2.4.171369Born out of your dominions, having here

2.4.181370No judge indifferent, nor no more assurance

2.4.191371Of equal friendship and proceeding. Alas, sir:

2.4.201372In what have I offended you? What cause

2.4.211373Hath my behavior given to your displeasure

2.4.221374That thus you should proceed to put me off

2.4.231375And take your good grace from me? Heaven witness

2.4.241376I have been to you a true and humble wife,

2.4.251377At all times to your will conformable;

2.4.261378Ever in fear to kindle your dislike;

2.4.271379Yea, subject to your countenance, glad or sorry,

2.4.281380As I saw it inclined? When was the hour

2.4.291381I ever contradicted your desire,

2.4.301382Or made it not mine, too? Or which of your friends

2.4.311383Have I not strove to love, although I knew

2.4.321384He were mine enemy? What friend of mine,

2.4.331385That had to him derived your anger, did I

2.4.341386Continue in my liking? Nay, gave notice

2.4.351387He was from thence discharged? Sir, call to mind

2.4.361388That I have been your wife in this obedience

2.4.371389Upward of twenty years, and have been blessed

2.4.381390With many children by you. If, in the course

2.4.391391And process of this time, you can report -

2.4.401392And prove it too - against mine honor aught,

2.4.411393My bond to wedlock or my love and duty

2.4.421394Against your sacred person, in God's name

2.4.431395Turn me away and let the foul'st contempt

2.4.441396Shut door upon me, and so give me up

2.4.451397To the sharp'st kind of justice. Please you, sir,

2.4.461398The king your father was reputed for

2.4.471399A prince most prudent, of an excellent

2.4.481400And unmatched wit and judgement. Ferdinand,

2.4.491401My father, king of Spain, was reckoned one

2.4.501402The wisest prince that there had reigned by many

2.4.511403A year before. It is not to be questioned

2.4.521404That they had gathered a wise council to them

2.4.531405Of every realm that did debate this business,

2.4.541406Who deemed our marriage lawful. Wherefore I humbly

2.4.551407Beseech you, sir, to spare me till I may

2.4.561408Be, by my friends in Spain, advised; whose counsel

2.4.571409I will implore. If not, i'th' name of God,

2.4.581410Your pleasure be fulfilled.

You have here, lady,

2.4.601412And of your choice these reverend fathers, men

2.4.611413Of singular integrity, and learning;

2.4.621414Yea, the elect o'th'Land, who are assembled

2.4.631415To plead your cause. It shall be therefore bootless

2.4.641416That longer you desire the court, as well

2.4.651417For your own quiet as to rectify

2.4.661418What is unsettled in the king.

His grace

2.4.681420Hath spoken well and justly; therefore, madam,

2.4.691421It's fit this royal session do proceed,

2.4.701422And that (without delay) their arguments

2.4.711423Be now produced and heard.

Lord cardinal, to you I speak.

Your pleasure, madam.

Sir, I am about to weep; but thinking that

2.4.751427We are a queen (or long have dreamed so), certain

2.4.761428The daughter of a king, my drops of tears

2.4.771429I’ll turn to sparks of fire.

Be patient yet.

I will, when you are humble; nay before,

2.4.801432Or God will punish me. I do believe

2.4.811433(Induced by potent circumstances), that

2.4.821434You are mine enemy and make my challenge;

2.4.831435You shall not be my judge. For it is you

2.4.841436Have blown this coal betwixt my lord and me;

2.4.851437(Which God’s dew quench), therefore I say again

2.4.861438I utterly abhor, yea, from my soul

2.4.871439Refuse you for my judge, whom yet once more

2.4.881440I hold my most malicious foe, and think not

2.4.891441At all a friend to truth.

I do profess

2.4.911443You speak not like yourself who, ever yet,

2.4.921444Have stood to charity and displayed th'effects

2.4.931445Of disposition gentle, and of wisedome,

2.4.941446O’er-topping woman’s power. Madam, you do me wrong.

2.4.951447I have no spleen against you, nor injustice

2.4.961448For you or any. How far I have proceeded,

2.4.971449Or how far further shall, is warranted

2.4.981450By a commission from the consistory;

2.4.991451Yea, the whole consistory of Rome. You charge me

2.4.1001452That I have blown this coal; I do deny it.

2.4.1011453The king is present: If it be known to him

2.4.1021454That I gainsay my deed how may he wound,

2.4.1031455And worthily, my falsehood; yea, as much

2.4.1041456As you have done my truth. If he know

2.4.1051457That I am free of your report, he knows

2.4.1061458I am not of your wrong. Therefore in him

2.4.1071459It lies to cure me, and the cure is to

2.4.1081460Remove these thoughts from you. The which before

2.4.1091461His highness shall speak in, I do beseech

2.4.1101462You (gracious madam), to unthink your speaking

2.4.1111463And to say so no more.

My lord, my Lord:

2.4.1131465I am a simple woman, much too weak

2.4.1141466T'oppose your cunning. Y'are meek, and humble-mouthed;

2.4.1151467You sign your place and calling in full seeming,

2.4.1161468With meekness and humility; but your heart

2.4.1171469Is crammed with arrogancy, spleen, and pride.

2.4.1181470You have by fortune, and his highness’s favors,

2.4.1191471Gone slightly o’er low steps and now are mounted

2.4.1201472Where powers are your retainers and your words

2.4.1211473(Domestics to you), serve your will as't please

2.4.1221474Yourself pronounce their office. I must tell you,

2.4.1231475You tender more your person’s honor than

2.4.1241476Your high profession spiritual. That again

2.4.1251477I do refuse you for my judge and here,

2.4.1261478Before you all, appeal unto the pope

2.4.1271479To bring my whole cause 'fore his holiness

2.4.1281480And to be judged by him.

The queen is obstinate,

2.4.1301483Stubborn to justice, apt to accuse it, and

2.4.1311484Disdainful to be tried by’t. ’Tis not well;

2.4.1321485She's going away.

Call her again.

Katherine, Queen of England, come into the court.

Madam, you are called back.

What, need you note it? Pray you keep your way

2.4.1371490When you are called return. Now, the Lord help,

2.4.1381491They vex me past my patience. Pray you, pass on;

2.4.1391492I will not tarry. No, nor ever more

2.4.1401493Upon this business my appearance make

2.4.1411494In any of their courts.

Go thy ways, Kate,

2.4.1431497That man i'th' world who shall report he has

2.4.1441498A better wife, let him in naught be trusted

2.4.1451499For speaking false in that. Thou art alone

2.4.1461500(If thy rare qualities, sweet gentleness,

2.4.1471501Thy meekness saint-like, wife-like government,

2.4.1481502Obeying in commanding, and thy parts

2.4.1491503Sovereign and pious else, could speak thee out),

2.4.1501504The queen of earthly queens. She's noble born,

2.4.1511505And like her true nobility she has

2.4.1521506Carried herself towards me.

Most gracious sir,

2.4.1541508In humblest manner I require your highness

2.4.1551509That it shall please you to declare in hearing

2.4.1561510Of all these ears (for where I am robed and bound,

2.4.1571511There must I be unloosed, although not there

2.4.1581512At once, and fully satisfied) whether ever I

2.4.1591513Did broach this business to your highness, or

2.4.1601514Laid any scruple in your way, which might

2.4.1611515Induce you to the question on't; or ever

2.4.1621516Have to you, but with thanks to God for such

2.4.1631517A royal lady, spake one the least word that might

2.4.1641518Be to the prejudice of her present state

2.4.1651519Or touch of her good person?

My lord cardinal,

2.4.1671521I do excuse you. Yea, upon mine honor

2.4.1681522I free you from't. You are not to be taught

2.4.1691523That you have many enemies that know not

2.4.1701524Why they are so, but like to village curs

2.4.1711525Bark when their fellows do. By some of these

2.4.1721526The queen is put in anger. Y'are excused;

2.4.1731527But will you be more justified? You ever

2.4.1741528Have wished the sleeping of this business, never desired

2.4.1751529It to be stirred; but oft have hindered, oft

2.4.1761530The passages made toward it. On my honor

2.4.1771531I speak, my good lord cardinal, to this point,

2.4.1781532And thus far clear him.

2.4.1791533Now, what moved me to't,

2.4.1801534I will be bold with time and your attention.

2.4.1811535Then mark th' inducement. Thus it came; give heed to't.

2.4.1821536My conscience first received a tenderness,

2.4.1831537Scruple, and prick, on certain speeches uttered

2.4.1841538By th' bishop of Bayonne, then French ambassador,

2.4.1851539Who had beene hither sent on the debating

2.4.1861540And marriage 'twixt the Duke of Orleans and

2.4.1871541Our daughter Mary. I'th' progress of this business,

2.4.1881542Ere a determinate resolution, he

2.4.1891543(I meane the Bishop) did require a respite,

2.4.1901544Wherein he might the king, his lord, advertise

2.4.1911545Whether our daughter were legitimate,

2.4.1921546Respecting this our marriage with the dowager

2.4.1931547Sometimes our brother's wife. This respite shook

2.4.1941548The bosom of my conscience; entered me,

2.4.1951549Yea, with a spitting power and made to tremble

2.4.1961550The region of my breast which forced such way

2.4.1971551That many 'mazed considerings did throng

2.4.1981552And pressed in with this caution. First, methought

2.4.1991553I stood not in the smile of heaven, who had

2.4.2001554Commanded nature, that my lady's womb,

2.4.2011555If it conceived a male child by me should

2.4.2021556Do no more offices of life to't than

2.4.2031557The grave does to th' dead. For her male issue

2.4.2041558Or died where they were made, or shortly after

2.4.2051559This world had aired them. Hence I took a thought,

2.4.2061560This was a judgement on me, that my kingdom

2.4.2071561(Well worthy the best heir o'th' world), should not

2.4.2081562Be gladded in't by me. Then follows that

2.4.2091563I weighed the danger, which my realms stood in

2.4.2101564By this my issue's fail, and that gave to me

2.4.2111565Many a groaning throw. Thus hulling in

2.4.2121566The wild sea of my conscience I did steer

2.4.2131567Toward this remedy, whereupon we are

2.4.2141568Now present here together: that's to say

2.4.2151569I meant to rectify my conscience, which

2.4.2161570I then did feel full sick, and yet not well

2.4.2171571By all the reverend fathers of the land

2.4.2181572And doctors learned. First I began in private,

2.4.2191573With you my lord of Lincoln; you remember

2.4.2201574How, under my oppression, I did reek

2.4.2211575When I first moved you.

Very well, my liege.

I have spoke long, be pleased yourself to say

2.4.2241578How far you satisfied me.

So please your highness,

2.4.2261580The question did at first so stagger me,

2.4.2271581Bearing a state of mighty moment in't

2.4.2281582And consequence of dread, that I committed

2.4.2291583The daringest counsel which I had to doubt,

2.4.2301584And did entreat your highness to this course

2.4.2311585Which you are running heere.

I then moved you

2.4.2331587My Lord of Canterbury, and got your leave

2.4.2341588To make this present summons unsolicited.

2.4.2351589I left no reverend person in this court,

2.4.2361590But by particular consent proceeded

2.4.2371591Under your hands and seals; therefore go on,

2.4.2381592For no dislike i'th' world against the person

2.4.2391593Of the good queen but the sharp, thorny points

2.4.2401594Of my alleged reasons drives this forward.

2.4.2411595Prove but our marriage lawful, by my life

2.4.2421596And kingly dignity, we are contented

2.4.2431597To wear our mortal state to come with her,

2.4.2441598(Katherine our queen), before the primest creature

2.4.2451599That's paragoned o'th' world.

So please your highness,

2.4.2471601The queen being absent, 'tis a needful fitness

2.4.2481602That we adjourn this court till further day.

2.4.2491603Meanwhile, must be an earnest motion

2.4.2501604Made to the queen to call back her appeal

2.4.2511605She intends unto his holiness.

I may perceive

2.4.2531607These cardinals trifle with me. I abhor

2.4.2541608This dilatory sloth and tricks of Rome.

2.4.2551609My learned and well-beloved servant Cranmer,

2.4.2561610Prithee return; with thy approach I know

2.4.2571611My comfort comes along. Break up the court;

2.4.2581612I say, set on!

Take thy lute, wench:

3.1.21617My soul grows sad with troubles.

3.1.31618Sing, and disperse 'em if thou canst; leave working.

How now?

And't please your grace, the two great cardinals

3.1.181635Wait in the presence.

Would they speak with me?

They willed me say so, Madam.

Pray their graces

3.1.221639To come near. What can be their business

3.1.231640With me, a poor weak woman, fall'n from favor?

3.1.241641I do not like their coming; now I think on't

3.1.251642They should be good men, their affairs as righteous.

3.1.261643But all hoods make not monks.

Peace to your highness.

Your graces find me here part of a housewife,

3.1.291647(I would be all), against the worst may happen.

3.1.301648What are your pleasures with me, reverent lords?

May it please you, noble madam to withdraw

3.1.321650Into your private chamber. We shall give you

3.1.331651The full cause of our coming.

Speak it here.

3.1.351653There's nothing I have done yet o' my conscience

3.1.361654Deserves a corner. Would all other Women

3.1.371655Could speak this with as free a soul as I do.

3.1.381656My lords, I care not (so much I am happy

3.1.391657Above a number), if my actions

3.1.401658Were tried by ev'ry tongue, ev'ry eye saw 'em,

3.1.411659Envy and base opinion set against 'em;

3.1.421660I know my life so even. If your business

3.1.431661Seek me out, and that way I am wife in.

3.1.441662Out with it boldly; truth loves open dealing.

Tanta est erga te mentis integritas Regina serenissima.

O, good my lord, no Latin.

3.1.471665I am not such a truant since my coming,

3.1.481666As not to know the language I have lived in.

3.1.491667A strange tongue makes my cause more strange, suspicious.

3.1.501668Pray, speak in English; here are some will thank you

3.1.511669If you speak truth, for their poor mistress's sake.

3.1.521670Believe me, she has had much wrong. Lord cardinal,

3.1.531671The willingest sin I ever yet committed,

3.1.541672May be absolved in English.

Noble lady,

3.1.561674I am sorry my integrity should breed,

3.1.571675(And service to his majesty and you)

3.1.581676So deep suspicion, where all faith was meant.

3.1.591677We come not by the way of accusation,

3.1.601678To taint that honor every good tongue blesses,

3.1.611679Nor to betray you any way to sorrow.

3.1.621680You have too much good, lady; but to know

3.1.631681How you stand minded in the weighty difference

3.1.641682Between the king and you, and to deliver

3.1.651683(Like free and honest men), our just opinions

3.1.661684And comforts to our cause.

Most honoured madam,

3.1.681686My lord of York, out of his noble nature,

3.1.691687Zeal and obedience, he still bore your grace,

3.1.701688Forgetting (like a good man) your late censure

3.1.711689Both of his truth and him (which was too far),

3.1.721690Offers, as I do, in a sign of peace,

3.1.731691His service and his counsel.

To betray me.

3.1.751693My lords, I thank you both for your good wills.

3.1.761694YYe speak like honest men, (pray God ye prove so),

3.1.771695But how to make ye suddenly an answer

3.1.781696In such a point of weight, so need mine honor,

3.1.791697(More near my life I fear) with my weak wit;

3.1.801698And to such men of gravity and learning,

3.1.811699In truth, I know not. I was set at work,

3.1.821700Among my maids, full little (God knows), looking

3.1.831701Either for such men or such business;

3.1.841702For her sake that I have been, for I feel

3.1.851703The last fit of my greatness. Good your graces,

3.1.861704Let me have time and counsel for my cause.

3.1.871705Alas, I am a woman friendless, hopeless.

Madam,

3.1.891707You wrong the king's love with these fears,

3.1.901708Your hopes and friends are infinite.

In England,

3.1.921710But little for my profit can you think, lords,

3.1.931711That any English man dare give me counsel?

3.1.941712Or be a known friend 'gainst his highness's pleasure,

3.1.951713(Though he be grown so desperate to be honest)

3.1.961714And live a subject? Nay, forsooth my friends,

3.1.971715They that must weigh out my afflictions,

3.1.981716They that my trust must grow to, live not here;

3.1.991717They are (as all my other comforts) far hence

3.1.1001718In mine own country, lords.

I would your grace

3.1.1021720Would leave your griefs and take my counsel.

How, sir?

Put your main cause into the king's protection;

3.1.1051723He's loving and most gracious. 'Twill be much

3.1.1061724Both for your honor better and your cause;

3.1.1071725For if the trial of the law o'ertake ye,

3.1.1081726You'll part away disgraced.

He tels you rightly.

Ye tell me what ye wish for both: my ruin.

3.1.1111729Is this your Christian counsel? Out upon ye!

3.1.1121730Heaven is above all yet; there sits a judge

3.1.1131731That no king can corrupt.

Your rage mistakes us.

The more shame for ye; holy men I thought ye,

3.1.1161734Upon my soul, two reverend cardinal virtues.

3.1.1171735But cardinal sins and hollow hearts I fear ye;

3.1.1181736Mend 'em for shame my Lords: Is this your comfort?

3.1.1191737The cordial that ye bring a wretched lady?

3.1.1201738A woman lost among ye, laughed at, scorned?

3.1.1211739I will not wish ye half my miseries;

3.1.1221740I have more charity. But say I warn'd ye;

3.1.1231741Take heed, for heaven's sake take heed, least at once

3.1.1241742The burden of my sorrows fall upon ye.

Madam, this is a mere distraction;

3.1.1261744You turn the good we offer into envy.

Ye turn me into nothing. Woe upon ye

3.1.1281746And all such false professors. Would you have me

3.1.1291747(If you have any justice, any pity;

3.1.1301748If ye be any thing but churhmens' habits);

3.1.1311749Put my sick cause into his hands that hates me?

3.1.1321750Alas, he's banished me his bed already,

3.1.1331751His love, too, long ago. I am old, my lords,

3.1.1341752And all the fellowship I hold now with him

3.1.1351753Is only my obedience. What can happen

3.1.1361754To me above this wretchedness? All your studies

3.1.1371755Make me a curse like this.

Your fears are worse.

Have I lived thus long (let me speak myself,

3.1.1401758Since virtue finds no friends), a wife, a true one?

3.1.1411759A woman (I dare say without vainglory),

3.1.1421760Never yet branded with suspicion?

3.1.1431761Have I, with all my full affections,

3.1.1441762Still met the king? Loved him next heaven? Obeyed him?

3.1.1451763Been (out of fondness), superstitious to him?

3.1.1461764Almost forgot my prayers to content him?

3.1.1471765And am I thus rewarded? 'Tis not well, lords.

3.1.1481766Bring me a constant woman to her husband,

3.1.1491767One that ne'er dreamed a joy beyond his pleasure;

3.1.1501768And to that woman (when she has done most),

3.1.1511769Yet will I add an honor: a great patience.

Madam, you wander from the good

3.1.1531771We aim at.

My lord,

3.1.1551773I dare not make myself so guilty

3.1.1561774To give up willingly that noble title

3.1.1571775Your master wed me to; nothing but death

3.1.1581776Shall e'er divorce my dignities.

Pray, hear me.

Would I had neuer trod this English earth,

3.1.1611779Or felt the flatteries that grow upon it:

3.1.1621780Ye have angels' faces, but heaven knows your hearts.

3.1.1631781What will become of me now, wretched lady?

3.1.1641782I am the most unhappy woman living.

3.1.1651783Alas (poor wenches) where are now your fortunes?

3.1.1661784Shipwrecked upon a kingdom where no pity,

3.1.1671785No friends, no hope, no kindred weep for me?

3.1.1681786Almost no grave allowed me? Like the lily

3.1.1691787That once was mistress of the field and flourished,

3.1.1701788I'll hang my head and perish.

If your grace

3.1.1721790Could but be brought to know our ends are honest,

3.1.1731791You'd feel more comfort. Why should we, (good lady),

3.1.1741792Upon what cause wrong you? Alas, our places,

3.1.1751793The way of our profession is against it;

3.1.1761794We are to cure such sorrows, not to sow 'em.

3.1.1771795For goodness' sake, consider what you do;

3.1.1781796How you may hurt yourself. Aye, utterly

3.1.1791797Grow from the king's acquaintance by this carriage.

3.1.1801798The hearts of princes kiss obedience,

3.1.1811799So much they love it. But to stubborn spirits

3.1.1821800They swell and grow as terrible as storms.

3.1.1831801I know you have a gentle, noble temper;

3.1.1841802A soul as even as a calm. Pray think us

3.1.1851803Those we profess: peace-makers, friends, and servants.

Madam, you'l find it so.

3.1.1871805You wrong your virtues

3.1.1881806With these weak woman's fears. A noble spirit,

3.1.1891807As yours was put into you, ever casts

3.1.1901808Such doubts as false coin from it. The king loves you;

3.1.1911809Beware you lose it not. For us, (if you please

3.1.1921810To trust us in your business) we are ready

3.1.1931811To use our utmost studies in your service.

Do what ye will, my lords,

3.1.1951813And pray forgiue me;

3.1.1961814If I have used myself unmannerly

3.1.1971815You know I am a woman, lacking wit

3.1.1981816To make a seemly answer to such persons.

3.1.1991817PPray do my service to his majesty;

3.1.2001818He has my heart yet, and shall have my prayers

3.1.2011819While I shall have my life. Come, reverend fathers,

3.1.2021820Bestow your counsels on me. She now begs

3.1.2031821That little thought when she set footing here,

1822She should have bought her dignities so dear.

If you will now unite in your complaints

3.2.21827And force them with a constancy, the cardinal

3.2.31828Cannot stand under them. If you omit

3.2.41829The offer of this time I cannot promise

3.2.51830But that you shall sustain more new disgraces

3.2.61831With these you bear already.

I am joyful

3.2.81833To meet the least occasion that may give me

3.2.91834Remembrance of my father-in-law the duke

3.2.101835To be revenged on him.

Which of the peers

3.2.121837Have uncondemned gone by him, or at least

3.2.131838Strangely neglected? When did he regard

3.2.141839The stamp of nobleness in any person

3.2.151840Out of himself?

My lords, you speak your pleasures;

3.2.171842What he deserves of you and me, I know.

3.2.181843What we can do to him, (though now the time

3.2.191844Gives way to us) I much fear. If you cannot

3.2.201845BBar his access to' th' king, never attempt

3.2.211846Anything on him; for he hath a witchcraft

3.2.221847Over the king in's tongue.

O fear him not,

3.2.241849His spell in that is out: the King hath found

3.2.251850Matter against him that forever mars

3.2.261851The honey of his language. No, he's settled

3.2.271852(Not to come off), in his displeasure.

Sir,

3.2.291854I should be glad to hear such news as this

3.2.301855Once every hour.

Believe it, this is true.

3.2.321857In the Diuorce, his contrarie proceedings

3.2.331858Are all unfolded, wherein he appears

3.2.341859As I would wish mine enemy.

How came

3.2.361861His practices to light?

Most strangely.

O, how? how?

The cardinal's letters to the pope miscarried

3.2.401865And came to th' eye o' th' king, wherein was read

3.2.411866How that the cardinal did entreat his holiness

3.2.421867To stay the judgement o' th' divorce; for if

3.2.431868It did take place, 'I do', (quoth he) 'perceive

3.2.441869My king is tangled in affection to

3.2.451870A creature of the queen's, Lady Anne Bullen.'

Has the King this?

Believe it.

Will this work?

The king in this perceiuvs him, how he coasts

3.2.501875And hedges his own way. But in this point

3.2.511876All his tricks founder, and he brings his physick

3.2.521877After his patient's death: the king already

3.2.531878Hath married the fair lady.

Would he had.

May you be happy in your wish, my lord,

3.2.561881For I profess you have it.

Now all my joy

3.2.581883Trace the conjunction.

My amen to't.

All men's.

There's order given for her coronation;

3.2.621887Marry this is yet but young and may be left

3.2.631888To some ears unrecounted. But, my lords,

3.2.641889She is a gallant creature, and complete

3.2.651890In mind and feature. I persuade me, from her

3.2.661891Will fall some blessing to this land, which shall

3.2.671892In it be memorized.

But will the king

3.2.691894Digest this letter of the cardinal's?

3.2.701895The Lord forbid.

Marry, amen.

No, no!

3.2.731898There be more wasps that buzz about his nose

3.2.741899Will make this sting the sooner. Cardinal Campeius

3.2.751900Is stolen away to Rome, hath ta'en no leave,

3.2.761901Has left the cause o'th' king unhandled, and

3.2.771902Is posted as the agent of our cardinal

3.2.781903To second all his plot. I do assure you,

3.2.791904The king cried ha! at this.

Now God incense him,

3.2.811906And let him cry ha! louder.

But my lord,

3.2.831908When returns Cranmer?

He is returned in his opinions, which

3.2.851910Have satisfied the king for his divorce,

3.2.861911Together with all famous colleges

3.2.871912Almost in christendom. Shortly, (I believe),

3.2.881913His second marriage shall be published, and

3.2.891914Her coronation. Katherine no more

3.2.901915Shall be called queen, but Princess Dowager

3.2.911916And widow to Prince Arthur.

This same Cranmer's

3.2.931918A worthy fellow, and hath ta'en much pain

3.2.941919In the king's business.

He has, and we shall see him

3.2.961921For it, an archbishop.

So I hear.

'Tis so.

3.2.991925The Cardinal.

Observe, observe; he's moody.

The packet, Cromwell,

3.2.1021928Gave't you the king?

To his own hand, in's bedchamber.

Looked he o'th'inside of the paper?

Presently

3.2.1061932He did unseal them, and the first he viewed

3.2.1071933He did it with a serious mind; a heed

3.2.1081934Was in his countenance. You he bade

3.2.1091935Attend him here this morning.

Is he ready to come abroad?

I think by this he is.

Leave me a while.

3.2.1131939It shall be to the Duchess of Alanson,

3.2.1141940The French king's sister; he shall marry her.

3.2.1151941Anne Bullen? No, I'll no Anne Bullens for him;

3.2.1161942There's more in't then fair visage. Bullen?

3.2.1171943No, we'll no Bullens. Speedily I wish

3.2.1181944To hear from Rome. The marchioness of Pembroke?

He's discontented.

Maybe he hears the king

3.2.1211947Does whet his anger to him.

Sharp enough,

3.2.1231949Lord, for thy justice.

The late queen's gentlewoman?

3.2.1251951A knight's daughter

3.2.1261952To be her mistress's mistress? The queen's queen?

3.2.1271953This candle burns not clear; 'tis I must snuff it

3.2.1281954Then out it goes. What, though I know her virtuous

3.2.1291955And well deserving, yet I know her for

3.2.1301956A spleeny Lutheran, and not wholesome to

3.2.1311957Our cause, that she should lie i'th'bosom of

3.2.1321958Our hard ruled king. Again there is sprung up

3.2.1331959An heretic, an arch-one: Cranmer, one

3.2.1341960Hath crawled into the favor of the king

3.2.1351961And is his oracle.

He is vexed at something.

I would 'twer something that would fret the string,

3.2.1381965The master-cord on's heart.

The king. The king.

What piles of wealth hath he accumulated

3.2.1411968To his own portion? And what expense by'th'hour

3.2.1421969Seems to flow from him? How i'th'name of thrift

3.2.1431970Does he rake this together? Now, my lords,

3.2.1441971Saw you the cardinal?

My lord, we have

3.2.1461973Stood here observing him. Some strange commotion

3.2.1471974Is in his brain; he bites his lip and starts,

3.2.1481975Stops on a sudden, looks upon the ground,

3.2.1491976Then lays his finger on his temple; straight

3.2.1501977Springs out into fast gate, then stops again,

3.2.1511978Strikes his breast hard, and anon, he casts

3.2.1521979His eye against the moon. In most strange postures

3.2.1531980We have seen him set himself.

It may well be

3.2.1551982There is a mutiny in's mind. This morning

3.2.1561983Papers of state he sent me, to peruse

3.2.1571984As I required; and wot you what I found

3.2.1581985There (on my conscience put unwittingly),

3.2.1591986Forsooth an inventory thus importing

3.2.1601987The several parcels of his plate, his treasure,

3.2.1611988Rich stuffs and ornaments of household, which

3.2.1621989I find at such proud rate that it out-speaks

3.2.1631990Possession of a subject.

It's heaven's will

3.2.1651992Some spirit put this paper in the packet

3.2.1661993To bless your eye with all.

If we did think

3.2.1681995His contemplation were above the earth,

3.2.1691996And fixed on spiritual object, he should still

3.2.1701997Dwell in his musings; but I am afraid

3.2.1711998His thinkings are below the moon, not worth

3.2.1721999His serious considering.

Heaven forgive me,

3.2.1752003Ever God bless your highness.

Good my lord,

3.2.1772005You are full of heavenly stuff and bear the inventory

3.2.1782006Of your best graces in your mind, the which

3.2.1792007You were now running o'er. You have scarce time

3.2.1802008To steal from spiritual leisure, a brief span

3.2.1812009To keep your earthly audit, sure in that

3.2.1822010I deem you an ill husband and am galled

3.2.1832011To have you therein my companion.

Sir,

3.2.1852013For holy offices I have a time; a time

3.2.1862014To think upon the part of business which

3.2.1872015I bear i'th'state; and nature does require

3.2.1882016Her times of preservation, which perforce

3.2.1892017I, her frail son, amongst my brethren mortal,

3.2.1902018Must give my 'tendance to.

You have said well.

And ever may your highness yoke together,

3.2.1932021(As I will lend you cause), my doing well

3.2.1942022With my well saying.

'Tis well said again,

3.2.1962024And 'tis a kind of good deed to say well;

3.2.1972025And yet words are no deeds. My father loved you;

3.2.1982026He said he did, and with his deed did crown

3.2.1992027His word upon you. Since I had my office

3.2.2002028I have kept you next my heart, have not alone

3.2.2012029Employed you where high profits might come home,

3.2.2022030But pared my present havings to bestow

3.2.2032031My bounties upon you.

What should this mean?

The lord increase this business.

Have I not made you

3.2.2072035The prime man of the state? I pray you tell me,

3.2.2082036If what I now pronounce you have found true,

3.2.2092037And if you may confess it, say withal

3.2.2102038If you are bound to us or no. What say you?

My sovereign, I confess your royal graces,

3.2.2122040Showered on me daily, have been more than could

3.2.2132041My studied purposes requite, which went

3.2.2142042Beyond all man's endeavors. My endeavors

3.2.2152043Have ever come too short of my desires,

3.2.2162044Yet filled with my abilities. Mine own ends

3.2.2172045Have been mine so, that evermore they pointed

3.2.2182046To'th'good of your most sacred person and

3.2.2192047The profit of the state. For your great graces

3.2.2202048Heaped upon me (poor undeserver), I

3.2.2212049Can nothing render but allegiant thanks,

3.2.2222050My prayers to heaven for you; my loyalty

3.2.2232051Which ever has and ever shall be growing

3.2.2242052Till death (that winter), kill it.

Fairly answered.

3.2.2262054A loyal and obedient subject is

3.2.2272055Therein illustrated; the honor of it

3.2.2282056Does pay the act of it, as i'th'contrary

3.2.2292057The foulness is the punishment. I presume

3.2.2302058That as my hand has opened bounty to you,

3.2.2312059My heart dropped love, my power rained honor, more

3.2.2322060On you than any. So your hand and heart,

3.2.2332061YYour brain and every function of your power,

3.2.2342062Should, notwithstanding that your bond of duty

3.2.2352063As 'twer in love's particular, be more

3.2.2362064To me your friend than any.

I do profess

3.2.2382066That for your highness' good I ever labored

3.2.2392067More then mine own; that am, have, and will be

3.2.2402068(Though all the world should cracke their duty to you,

3.2.2412069And throw it from their soul, though perils did

3.2.2422070Abound, as thick as thought could make 'em, and

3.2.2432071Appear in forms more horrid) yet my duty,

3.2.2442072As doth a rock against the chiding flood,

3.2.2452073Should the approach of this wild river break

3.2.2462074And stand unshaken yours.

'Tis nobly spoken.

3.2.2482076Take notice, lords, he has a loyal breast,

3.2.2492077For you have seen him open't. Read o'er this,

3.2.2502078And after this, and then to breakfast with

3.2.2512079What appetite you have.

What should this mean?

3.2.2532083What sudden anger's this? How have I reaped it?

3.2.2542084He parted frowning from me, as if ruin

3.2.2552085Leaped from his eyes. So looks the chafed lion

3.2.2562086Upon the daring huntsman that has galled him;

3.2.2572087Then makes him nothing. I must read this paper;

3.2.2582088I fear the story of his anger. 'Tis so:

3.2.2592089This paper ha's undone me: 'Tis th'account

3.2.2602090Of all that world of wealth I have drawn together

3.2.2612091For mine own ends, (indeed to gain the popedom,

3.2.2622092And fee my friends in Rome). O, negligence!

3.2.2632093Fit for a fool to fall by! What cross devil

3.2.2642094Made me put this main secret in the packet

3.2.2652095I sent the king? Is there no way to cure this?

3.2.2662096No new device to beat this from his brains?

3.2.2672097I know 'twill stir him strongly; yet I know

3.2.2682098A way, if it take right, in spite of fortune

3.2.2692099Will bring me off again. What's this? To th'pope?

3.2.2702100The letter (as I live) with all the business

3.2.2712101I writ to's holiness. Nay then, farewell.

3.2.2722102I have touched the highest point of all my greatness,

3.2.2732103And from that full meridian of my glory

3.2.2742104I haste now to my setting. I shall fall

3.2.2752105Like a bright exhalation in the evening,

3.2.2762106And no man see me more.

Hear the king's pleasure, cardinal,

3.2.2782110Who commands you

3.2.2792111To render up the great seal presently

3.2.2802112Into our hands, and to confine yourself

3.2.2812113To Asher house, my lord of Winchester's,

3.2.2822114Till you hear further from his highness.

Stay.

3.2.2842116WWhere's your commission? Lords, words cannot carry

3.2.2852117Authority so weighty.

Who dare cross 'em,

3.2.2872119Bearing the king's will from his mouth expressly?

Till I finde more then will, or words to do it,

3.2.2892121(I mean your malice), know officious lords,

3.2.2902122I dare and must deny it. Now I feel

3.2.2912123Of what coarse metal ye are molded. Envy,

3.2.2922124How eagerly ye follow my disgraces

3.2.2932125As if it fed ye, and how sleek and wanton

3.2.2942126Ye appear in everything may bring my ruin?

3.2.2952127Follow your envious courses, men of malice;

3.2.2962128You have Christian warrant for 'em, and no doubt

3.2.2972129In time will find their fit rewards. That seal

3.2.2982130You ask with such a violence, the king

3.2.2992131(Mine and your master), with his own hand gave me,

3.2.3002132Bade me enjoy it with the place and honors

3.2.3012133During my life, and to confirm his goodness

3.2.3022134Tied it by letters patents. Now, who'll take it?

The king that gave it.

It must be himself, then.

Thou art a proud traitor, priest.

Proud lord, thou liest.

3.2.3072139Within these forty hours, Surrey, durst better

3.2.3082140Have burnt that tongue than said so.

Thy ambition

3.2.3102142(Thou scarlet sin), robbed this bewailing land

3.2.3112143Of noble Buckingham, my father-in-law;

3.2.3122144The heads of all thy brother-cardinals,

3.2.3132145(With thee, and all thy best parts bound together),

3.2.3142146Weighed not a hair of his. Plague of your policy,

3.2.3152147You sent me deputy for Ireland,

3.2.3162148Far from his succor; from the king, from all

3.2.3172149That might have mercy on the fault, thou gav'st him,

3.2.3182150Whilst your great goodness, out of holy pity,

3.2.3192151Absolu'd him with an axe.

This and all else,

3.2.3212153This talking lord can lay upon my credit,

3.2.3222154I answer is most false. The duke by law

3.2.3232155Found his deserts. How innocent I was

3.2.3242156From any private malice in his end,

3.2.3252157His noble jury and foul cause can witness.

3.2.3262158If I loved many words, lord, I should tell you

3.2.3272159You have as little honesty as honor,

3.2.3282160That in the way of loyalty and truth

3.2.3292161Toward the king, my ever royal master,

3.2.3302162Dare mate a sounder man then Surrey can be,

3.2.3312163And all that love his follies.

By my soul

3.2.3332165Your long coat, priest, protects you.

3.2.3342166Thou should'st feel

3.2.3352167My sword i'th'life blood of thee else. My lords,

3.2.3362168Can ye endure to hear this arrogance?

3.2.3372169And from this fellow? If we live thus tamely

3.2.3382170To be thus jaded by a piece of scarlet,

3.2.3392171Farewell nobility; let his grace go forward,

3.2.3402172And dare us with his cap like larks.

All goodness

3.2.3422174Is poison to thy stomach.

Yes, that goodness

3.2.3442176Of gleaning all the land's wealth into one,

3.2.3452177Into your own hands, cardinal, by extortion;

3.2.3462178The goodness of your intercepted packets

3.2.3472179You writ to'th pope against the king; your goodness,

3.2.3482180Since you provoke me, shall be most notorious.

3.2.3492181My lord of Norfolk, as you are truly noble,

3.2.3502182As you respect the common good, the state

3.2.3512183Of our despised nobility, our issues,

3.2.3522184(Whom, if he live, will scarce be gentlemen),

3.2.3532185Produce the grand sum of his sins, the articles

3.2.3542186Collected from his life. I'll startle you

3.2.3552187Worse then the sacring bell when the brown wench

3.2.3562188LLay kissing in your arms, lord cardinal.

How much, methinks, I could despise this man

3.2.3582190But that I am bound in charity against it.

Those articles, my lord, are in the king's hand;

3.2.3602192But thus much, they are foul ones.

So much fairer

3.2.3622194And spotless shall mine innocence arise

3.2.3632195When the king knows my truth.

This cannot saue you.

3.2.3652197I thank my memory I yet remember

3.2.3662198Some of these articles, and out they shall.

3.2.3672199Now, if you can blush and cry guilty, cardinal,

3.2.3682200You'l show a little honesty.

Speak on, sir;

3.2.3702202I dare your worst objections. If I blush

3.2.3712203It is to see a nobleman want manners.

I had rather want those than my head;

3.2.3732205Have at you.

3.2.3742206First, that without the king's assent or knowledge,

3.2.3752207You wrought to be a legate, by which power

3.2.3762208You maimed the jurisdiction of all bishops.

Then, that in all you writ to Rome, or else

3.2.3782210To foreign princes, ego and rex meus

3.2.3792211Was still inscribed, in which you brought the king

3.2.3802212To be your servant.

Then, that without the knowledge

3.2.3822214Either of king or council, when you went

3.2.3832215Ambassador to the emperor, you made bold

3.2.3842216To carry into Flanders the great seal.

Item: you sent a large commission

3.2.3862218To Gregory de Cassado to conclude,

3.2.3872219Without the king's will or the state's allowance,

3.2.3882220A league between his highness and Ferrara.

That out of mere ambition you have caused

3.2.3902222Your holy hat to be stamped on the king's coin.

Then, that you have sent innumerable substance,

3.2.3922224(By what means got, I leave to your own conscience),

3.2.3932225To furnish Rome and to prepare the ways

3.2.3942226You have for dignities, to the mere undoing

3.2.3952227Of all the kingdom. Many more there are

3.2.3962228Which,since they are of you and odious,

3.2.3972229I will not taint my mouth with.

O, my lord,

3.2.3992231Press not a falling man too far! 'tis virtue;

3.2.4002232His faults lie open to the laws. Let them,

3.2.4012233Not you, correct him. My heart weeps to see him

3.2.4022234So little, of his great self.

I forgive him.

Lord cardinal, the king's further pleasure is,

3.2.4052237Because all those things you have done of late

3.2.4062238By your power legislative within this kingdom,

3.2.4072239Fall into th' compass of a premunire;

3.2.4082240That therefore such a writ be sued against you

3.2.4092241To forfeit all your goods, lands, tenements,

3.2.4102242Castles, and whatsoever, and to be

3.2.4112243Out of the king's protection. This is my charge.

And so we'll leave you to your meditations

3.2.4132245HHow to live better. For your stubborn answer

3.2.4142246About the giving back the great seal to us,

3.2.4152247The king shall know it and, no doubt, shall thank you.

3.2.4162248So fare you well, my little good Lord cardinal.

So farewell to the little good you bear me.

3.2.4182251Farewell? A long farewell to all my greatness.

3.2.4192252This is the state of man; today he puts forth

3.2.4202253The tender leaves of hopes, tomorrow blossoms,

3.2.4212254And bears his blushing honors thick upon him.

3.2.4222255The third day comes a frost, a killing frost,

3.2.4232256And when he thinks, good easy man, full surely

3.2.4242257His greatness is a ripening, nips his root,

3.2.4252258And then he falls as I do. I have ventured

3.2.4262259Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders.

3.2.4272260This many summers in a sea of glory

3.2.4282261But far beyond my depth. My high-blown pride

3.2.4292262At length broke under me and now has left me

3.2.4302263Weary and old with service to the mercy

3.2.4312264Of a rude stream that must forever hide me.

3.2.4322265Vain pomp and glory of this world I hate ye,

3.2.4332266I feel my heart new opened. Oh how wretched

3.2.4342267Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favors?

3.2.4352268There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to,

3.2.4362269That sweet aspect of princes and their ruin,

3.2.4372270More pangs and fears than wars or women have;

3.2.4382271And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer,

3.2.4392272Never to hope again.

3.2.4402274Why, how now Cromwell?

I have no power to speak, sir.

What, amazed

3.2.4432277At my misfortunes? Can thy spirit wonder

3.2.4442278A great man should decline? Nay, and you weep

3.2.4452279I am fallen indeed.

How does your grace.

Why, well.

3.2.4482282Never so truly happy, my good Cromwell;

3.2.4492283I know myself now, and I feel within me

3.2.4502284A peace above all earthly dignities,

3.2.4512285A still and quiet conscience. The king has cured me.

3.2.4522286I humbly thank his grace, and from these shoulders,

3.2.4532287These ruined pillars, out of pity taken

3.2.4542288A load would sink a navy, too much honor.

3.2.4552289O 'tis a burden, Cromwell; 'tis a burden

3.2.4562290Too heavy for a man that hopes for heaven.

I am glad your grace

3.2.4582292Has made that right use of it.

I hope I have.

3.2.4602294I am able now, methinks,

3.2.4612295(Out of a fortitude of soul, I feel),

3.2.4622296To endure more miseries, and greater far

3.2.4632297Than my weak-hearted enemies dare offer.

3.2.4642298What news abroad?

The heaviest and the worst

3.2.4662300Is your displeasure with the king.

God bless him.

The next is that Sir Thomas More is chosen

3.2.4692303Lord Chancellor in your place.

That's somewhat sudden,

3.2.4712305But he's a learned man. May he continue

3.2.4722306Long in his highness's favor, and do justice

3.2.4732307For truth's sake and his conscience; that his bones,

3.2.4742308When he has run his course and sleeps in blessings,

3.2.4752309May have a tomb of orphans' tears wept on him.

3.2.4762310What more?

That Cranmer is returned with welcome;

3.2.4782312Installed Lord Archbishop of Canterbury.

That's news, indeed.

Last, that the lady Anne,

3.2.4812315Whom the king hath in secrecy long married,

3.2.4822316This day was viewed in open, as his queen,

3.2.4832317Going to chapel; and the voice is now

3.2.4842318Only about her coronation.

There was the weight that pulled me down.

3.2.4862320O, Cromwell,

3.2.4872321The king has gone beyond me: All my glories

3.2.4882322In that one woman I have lost forever.

3.2.4892323No sun shall ever usher forth mine honors,

3.2.4902324Or gild again the noble troops that waited

3.2.4912325Upon my smiles. Go, get thee from me, Cromwell;

3.2.4922326I am a poor fall'n man, unworthy now

3.2.4932327To be thy lord and master. Seek the king

3.2.4942328(That sun I pray may never set), I have told him

3.2.4952329What and how true thou art. He will advance thee.

3.2.4962330Some little memory of me will stir him

3.2.4972331(I know his Noble Nature) not to let

3.2.4982332Thy hopeful service perish, too. Good Cromwell,

3.2.4992333Neglect him not; make use now, and provide

3.2.5002334For thine own future safety.

O, my lord,

3.2.5022336Must I then leave you? Must I needs forego

3.2.5032337So good, so noble, and so true a master?

3.2.5042338Bear witness, all that have not hearts of iron,

3.2.5052339With what a sorrow Cromwell leaves his lord.

3.2.5062340The King shall have my service, but my prayers

3.2.5072341Forever and forever shall be yours.

Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear

3.2.5092343In all my miseries, but thou hast forced me

3.2.5102344(Out of thy honest truth), to play the woman.

3.2.5112345Let's dry our eyes. And thus far hear me, Cromwell,

3.2.5122346And when I am forgotten, as I shall be,

3.2.5132347And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention

3.2.5142348Of me more must be heard of; say I taught thee;

3.2.5152349Say Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory,

3.2.5162350And sounded all the depths and shoals of honor,

3.2.5172351Found thee a way (out of his wreck), to rise in;

3.2.5182352A sure and safe one, though thy master missed it.

3.2.5192353Mark but my fall and that that ruined me.

3.2.5202354Cromwell, I charge thee: fling away ambition;

3.2.5212355By that sin fell the angels. How can man then

3.2.5222356(The image of his maker), hope to win by it?

3.2.5232357Love thyself last; cherish those hearts that hate thee.

3.2.5242358Corruption wins not more then honesty.

3.2.5252359Still, in thy right hand carry gentle peace

3.2.5262360To silence envious tongues. Be just and fear not;

3.2.5272361Let all the ends thou aimest at be thy countries,