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.
1.1.0.235Enter the Duke of Norfolk at one door. At the other, 36the Duke of Buckingham, and the Lord Aburgavenny. 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
An untimely ague
1.1.845Stayed me a prisoner in my chamber when
1.1.946Those suns of glory, those two lights of men,
'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
All the whole time
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
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.
1.1.5189To the disposing of it nought rebelled,
1.1.5290Order gave each thing view; the office did
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
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
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
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
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,
I do know
1.1.95133Kinsmen of mine, three at the least, that have
1.1.96134By this so sickened their estates that never
Oh, many
1.1.99137Have broke their backs with laying manors on 'em
1.1.100138For this great journey. What did this vanity
Grievingly, I think
1.1.104142The peace between the French and us not values
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
Which is budded out,
1.1.113151For France hath flawed the league, and hath attached
Is it therefore
Marry, is't.
A proper title of a peace, and purchased
Why, all this business
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
1.1.129167What 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
1.1.136.1175Enter Cardinal Wolsey, the purse borne before him, certain 176of the Guard, and two Secretaries with papers: The 177Cardinal, in his passage, fixeth his eye on 178Buckham, and Buckingham on him, 179both full of disdain. The Duke of Buckingham's surveyor, ha?
Here so please you.
Is he in person ready?
Ay, please your grace.
Well, we shall then know more, and Buckingham
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
What, are you chafed?
1.1.149193Ask God for temperance: that's th'appliance oney
I read in's looks
1.1.154198He bores me with some trick; he's gone to'th'king.
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
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
Be advised:
1.1.170214That it do singe yourself. We may outrun
1.1.171215By violent swiftness that which we run at,
1.1.173217The fire that mounts the liquor till't run o'er,
1.1.174218In seeming to augment it, wastes it? Be advised:
1.1.176220More stronger to direct you than yourself,
1.1.177221If with the sap of reason you would quench
Sir,
1.1.181225By your prescription: but this top-proud fellow,
1.1.182226Whom from the flow of gall I name not, but
1.1.184228And proofs as clear as founts in July when
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,
1.1.195239As 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
Faith, and so it did.
Pray give me favor, sir. This cunning cardinal
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
1.1.217261(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,
I am sorry
1.1.227271To hear this of him, and could wish he were
No, not a syllable.
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
Lo you, my lord,
1.1.239285The net has fallen upon me. I shall perish
I am sorry
1.1.242288To see you ta'en from liberty to look on
1.1.243289The busines present. 'Tis his highness' pleasure
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
Nay, he must bear you company. The king
1.1.251297Is pleased you shall to th'Tower, till you know
As the duke said,
1.1.254300The will of heaven be done, and the king's pleasure
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,
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;
1.1.268314Whose figure even this instant cloud puts on,
1.1.269315By dark'ning my clear sun. My lords farewell.
1.2.0.2317Cornets. Enter King Henry, leaning on the Cardinal's 318shoulder, the nobles, and Sir Thomas Louell. [Secretary enters with Cardinal] The Cardinal 319places himself under the King's feet on 320his right side. 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
1.2.8.1329A noise within crying "Room for the Queen." [The Queen is] ushered by the 330Duke of Norfolk. Enter the Queen, Norfolk and 331Suffolk. She kneels. King riseth from his state, 332takes her up, kisses and placeth 333her by him. 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.
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
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
1.2.27352Of 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
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,
Taxation?
1.2.42367Wherein, and what taxation? My lord cardinal,
1.2.43368You that are blamed for it alike with us,
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
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
Still, exaction!
1.2.60385The nature of it? In what kind let's know:
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
1.2.73398To each incensed will. I would your highness
1.2.74399Would give it quick consideration, for
By my life,
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
1.2.88413To 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,
Things done well
1.2.100425And with a care exempt themselves from fear.
1.2.101426Things done without example in their issue
1.2.104429We must not rend our subjects from our laws
1.2.105430And stick them in our will. Sixth part of each?
1.2.107432From 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
1.2.112437The force of this commission. Pray, look to't;
[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
1.2.118443That through our intercession this revokement
1.2.119444And pardon comes. I shall anon advise you
I am sorry that the Duke of Buckingham
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
1.2.141467We 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
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
1.2.151477Lord Abergavenny, to whom by oath he menaced
Please, your highness, note
1.2.155481Not friended by his wish to your high person.
1.2.156482His will is most malignant and it stretches
My learn'd lord cardinal,
Speak on.
1.2.162488Upon our fail? To this point hast thou heard him
He was brought to this
What was that Hopkins?
Sir, a Chartreux friar,
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
1.2.175501Concerning 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
1.2.182508John 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
1.2.187513To 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
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;
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
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
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
1.2.221547The 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
A giant traitor.
Now Madame, may his highness live in freedom
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
There's his period:
1.2.238564To sheath his knife in us. He is attached.
1.2.240566Find mercy in the law 'tis his; if none,
1.2.241567Let him not seek it of us. By day and night
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
1.3.14584That never see 'em pace before, the spavine
'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?
Faith my Lord,
1.3.21592I hear of none but the new proclamation,
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;
1.3.28599To think an English courtier may be wise
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,
1.3.36607Out 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,
1.3.42613The lag end of their lewdness and be laughed at.
'Tis time to give 'em physic, their diseases
What a loss our ladies
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!
1.3.53624For 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
Well said, Lord Sandys.
No my Lord,
Sir Thomas,
To the cardinal's.
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
1.3.72643A hand as fruitful as the land that feeds us:
No doubt he's noble:
1.3.75646He had a black mouth that said other of him.
He may, my Lord;
1.3.78649Sparing would show a worse sin than ill doctrine.
1.3.79650Men of his way should be most liberal:
True, they are so,
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
I am your lordship's.
1.4.0.2661Hautboys. A small table under a state for the Cardinal, a 662longer table for the guests. Then enter Anne Bullen 663and divers other Ladies, and Gentlemen as guests 664at one door; at an other door enter 665Sir Henry Guilford. 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
1.4.8.1674Enter Lord Chamberlain Lord Sandys, and Lovell. 1.4.10676The very thought of this fair company
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
I would I were:
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;
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:
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
For my little cure
1.4.43.1710Hautboys. Enter Cardinal Wolsey, and takes his state. 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
Your grace is noble.
1.4.49716Let me have such a bowl may hold my thanks
My Lord Sandys,
1.4.52719I am beholden to you. Cheer your neighbours!
1.4.53720Ladies you are not merry! Gentlemen,
The red wine first must rise
1.4.56723In their fair cheeks, my lord. Then we shall have 'em
You are a merry gamester,
Yes, if I make my play.
1.4.61728Here's to your ladyship - and pledge it, madam,
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
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.
1.4.82.1753Hoboyes. Enter King and others as masquers, habited like 754shepherds, ushered by the Lord Chamberlain. They 755pass directly before the Cardinal and gracefully 756salute him. 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
Say, lord chamberlain,
1.4.94768For which I pay 'em a thousand thanks,
The fairest hand I ever touched. O, Beauty,
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
I will, my lord.
What say they?
Such a one, they all confess,
1.4.107784There is indeed; which they would have your grace
Let me see then,
1.4.110787By all your good leaves, gentlemen, here I'll make
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,
I am glad
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,
By heaven she is a dainty one. Sweetheart,
1.4.125802And not to kiss you. A health, gentlemen!
Sir Thomas Lovell, is the banquet ready
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,
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
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,
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,
That was he
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;
Certainly
'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,
That trick of state
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,
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,
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
2.1.90914And dare be bold to weep for Buckingham,
2.1.91915His noble friends and fellows, whom to leave
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
I do beseech your grace, for charity,
2.1.100924Were hid against me, now to forgive me frankly.
Sir Thomas Lovell, I as free forgive you
2.1.103927There cannot be those numberless offences
2.1.104928'Gainst me that I cannot take peace with.
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,
To th' waterside I must conduct your grace,
2.1.116940Then give my charge up to Sir Nicholas Vaux,
Prepare there,
2.1.119943The duke is coming! See the barge be ready,
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.
2.1.127951That never knew what truth meant. I now seal it,
2.1.128952And with that blood will make 'em one day groan for't.
2.1.130954Who 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
2.1.141965And 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;
2.1.146970Heaven 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
2.1.153977But where they mean to sink ye. All good people
2.1.154978Pray for me. I must now forsake ye. The last hour
2.1.156980Farewell, and when you would say something that is sad,
Oh, this is full of pity! Sir, it calls,
If the duke be guiltless
2.1.163988'Tis full of woe; yet I can give you inkling
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
Let me have it;
I am confident
2.1.173998You shall, sir. Did you not of late days hear
Yes, but it held not,
2.1.1771002For when the king once heard it, out of anger
But that slander, sir,
2.1.1831008Fresher then e'er it was, and held for certain
2.1.1841009The King will venture at it. Either the cardinal,
2.1.1861011To the good queen, possessed him with a scruple
'Tis the cardinal;
2.1.1931018he Archbishopric of Toledo this is purposed.
I think
2.1.1961021That she should feel the smart of this? The cardinal
'Tis woeful.
1025Let's think in private more.
2.2.0.21027Enter Lord Chamberlain, reading this letter. 'My lord, The horses your lordship sent for, with all the
1029care I had, I saw well chosen, ridden, and furnished.
1030They were young and handsome, and of the best breed in the
1031north. When they were ready to set out for London, a man
1032of my lord cardinal's, by commission and main power, took
1033'em from me, with this reason: his master would be served
1034before a subject, if not before the king, which stopped our mouths,
1036I fear he will indeed; well, let him have them; he
1037will have all, I think.
2.2.1.11038Enter to the Lord Chamberlain the Dukes of 1039Norfolk and Suffolk. 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,
2.2.201065About 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
And free us from his slavery.
We had need pray,
2.2.361081From princes into pages. All men's honors
2.2.371082Lie like one lump before him, to be fashioned
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
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.
Excuse me,
2.2.511096the king has sent me otherwhere. Besides
2.2.521097You'll find a most unfit time to disturb him.
Thanks, my good lord Chamberlaine.
2.2.54.11100Exit Lord Chamberlain. The King draws the Curtain 1101and sits reading pensively. 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!
A gracious King, that pardons all offences
2.2.601109Malice ne'er meant. Our breach of duty this way
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,
2.2.681118Thou 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
Sir, you cannot;
2.2.731123I would your grace would give us but an hour
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.
2.2.82I'll venture one have at him.
I another.
Your grace has given a precedent of wisdom
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
2.2.941143One 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,
2.2.1041153Cardinal of York, are joined with me, their servant
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
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.
Give me your hand. Much joy and favor to you;
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
Yes, he was.
Was he not held a learned man?
Yes, surely.
Believe me, there's an ill opinion spread, then,
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
Heaven's peace be with him;
2.2.1341185That's Christian care enough. for living murmurers
2.2.1361187For he would needs be virtuous. That good fellow,
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.
2.2.1461198So 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
Hearts of most hard temper
Oh God's will, much better
2.3.151216She ne'er had known pomp; though't be temporal,
2.3.171218It from the bearer, 'tis a sufferance, panging
Alas poore Lady,
So much the more
2.3.241225And range with humble livers in content,
2.3.251226Than to be perked up in a glist'ring grief
Our content
By my troth and maidenhead
Beshrew me, I would,
2.3.321233And venture maidenhead for't, and so would you
2.3.341235You that have so fair parts of woman on you
2.3.351236Have, too, a woman's heart which ever yet
2.3.371238Which, to say sooth, are blessings, and which gifts
2.3.391240Of your soft cheverel conscience would receive
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
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
How you do talk.
In faith, for little England
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
My good lord,
2.3.641266Not your demand; it values not your asking.
It was a gentle business, and becoming
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
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,
Lady,
2.3.891291I shall not fail t'approve the fair conceit
2.3.901292The king hath of you. I have perused her well,
2.3.921294That they have caught the king, and who knows yet
2.3.941296To lighten all this isle. I'll to the King
My honored Lord.
Why this it is: see, see,
2.3.981301I have been begging sixteen years in court
2.3.1031306This compelled fortune. Have your mouth filled up
This is strange to me.
How tastes it? Is it bitter? Forty pence, no.
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?
Good Lady,
2.3.1201323Make yourself mirth with your particular fancy
What do you think me?
2.4.0.21332Trumpets, Sennet, and Cornets. 1333Enter two Vergers, with short silver wands; next them two 1334Scribes in the habite of Doctors; after them, the Bishop of 1335Canterbury alone; after him, the Bishops of Lincoln, Ely, 1336Rochester, and St. Asaph: Next them, with some small 1337distance, follows a Gentleman bearing the Purse, with the 1338great Seal, and a Cardinal's Hat: Then two Priests, 1339bearing each a Silver Crosse: Then a Gentleman Usher 1340bareheaded, accompanied with a Sergeant at Arms, bearing a 1341Silver Mace: Then two Gentlemen bearing two great 1342Silver Pillers: After them, side by side, the two Cardinals, 1343two Noblemen, with the Sword and Mace. The King takes 1344place under the Cloth of State. The two Cardinals sit 1345under him as judges. The Queen takes place some 1346distance from the King. The Bishops place themselves on 1347each side the Court in manner of a consistory. Below them, 1348the Scribes. The Lords sit next the Bishops. The rest of the 1349Attendants stand in convenient order about the stage. Whilst our commission from Rome is read
What's the need?
2.4.51354And on all sides th'authority allowed;
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,
Katherine Queen of England, come into the court.
2.4.13.11363The Queen makes no answer, rises out of her chair, 1364goes about the court, comes to the King, and kneels at 1365his feet. Then speaks. Sir, I desire you do me right and justice
2.4.181370No judge indifferent, nor no more assurance
2.4.191371Of equal friendship and proceeding. Alas, sir:
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,
2.4.271379Yea, subject to your countenance, glad or sorry,
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
2.4.351387He 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,
2.4.421394Against your sacred person, in God's name
2.4.431395Turn me away and let the foul'st contempt
2.4.451397To the sharp'st kind of justice. Please you, sir,
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,
You have here, lady,
2.4.601412And of your choice these reverend fathers, men
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
His grace
2.4.681420Hath spoken well and justly; therefore, madam,
2.4.701422And that (without delay) their arguments
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
Be patient yet.
I will, when you are humble; nay before,
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
2.4.871439Refuse you for my judge, whom yet once more
2.4.881440I hold my most malicious foe, and think not
I do profess
2.4.911443You speak not like yourself who, ever yet,
2.4.921444Have stood to charity and displayed th'effects
2.4.941446O’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,
2.4.991451Yea, the whole consistory of Rome. You charge me
2.4.1081460Remove these thoughts from you. The which before
2.4.1101462You (gracious madam), to unthink your speaking
My lord, my Lord:
2.4.1141466T'oppose your cunning. Y'are meek, and humble-mouthed;
2.4.1151467You sign your place and calling in full seeming,
2.4.1171469Is 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,
The queen is obstinate,
2.4.1311484Disdainful to be tried by’t. ’Tis not well;
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;
Go thy ways, Kate,
2.4.1431497That man i'th' world who shall report he has
2.4.1471501Thy meekness saint-like, wife-like government,
2.4.1491503Sovereign and pious else, could speak thee out),
2.4.1501504The queen of earthly queens. She's noble born,
Most gracious sir,
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
2.4.1621516Have to you, but with thanks to God for such
2.4.1631517A royal lady, spake one the least word that might
My lord cardinal,
2.4.1711525Bark when their fellows do. By some of these
2.4.1741528Have wished the sleeping of this business, never desired
2.4.1751529It to be stirred; but oft have hindered, oft
2.4.1771531I speak, my good lord cardinal, to this point,
2.4.1801534I will be bold with time and your attention.
2.4.1811535Then mark th' inducement. Thus it came; give heed to't.
2.4.1831537Scruple, and prick, on certain speeches uttered
2.4.1841538By th' bishop of Bayonne, then French ambassador,
2.4.1871541Our daughter Mary. I'th' progress of this business,
2.4.1901544Wherein he might the king, his lord, advertise
2.4.1921546Respecting this our marriage with the dowager
2.4.1931547Sometimes our brother's wife. This respite shook
2.4.1951549Yea, with a spitting power and made to tremble
2.4.1961550The region of my breast which forced such way
2.4.1981552And pressed in with this caution. First, methought
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,
2.4.2071561(Well worthy the best heir o'th' world), should not
2.4.2091563I weighed the danger, which my realms stood in
2.4.2101564By this my issue's fail, and that gave to me
2.4.2181572And doctors learned. First I began in private,
Very well, my liege.
I have spoke long, be pleased yourself to say
So please your highness,
2.4.2301584And did entreat your highness to this course
I then moved you
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
2.4.2441598(Katherine our queen), before the primest creature
So please your highness,
2.4.2471601The queen being absent, 'tis a needful fitness
2.4.2481602That we adjourn this court till further day.
I may perceive
2.4.2551609My learned and well-beloved servant Cranmer,
Take thy lute, wench:
3.1.31618Sing, and disperse 'em if thou canst; leave working.
Orpheus, with his lute, made trees,
How now?
And't please your grace, the two great cardinals
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.
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
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
3.1.401658Were tried by ev'ry tongue, ev'ry eye saw 'em,
3.1.421660I know my life so even. If your business
3.1.441662Out with it boldly; truth loves open dealing.
Tanta est erga te mentis integritas Regina serenissima.
O, good my lord, no Latin.
3.1.481666As 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,
Noble lady,
3.1.581676So deep suspicion, where all faith was meant.
3.1.601678To taint that honor every good tongue blesses,
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
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),
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),
3.1.781696In 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
3.1.841702For 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,
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
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
He tels you rightly.
Ye tell me what ye wish for both: my ruin.
3.1.1111729Is this your Christian counsel? Out upon ye!
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?
3.1.1231741Take heed, for heaven's sake take heed, least at once
Madam, this is a mere distraction;
Ye turn me into nothing. Woe upon ye
3.1.1281746And all such false professors. Would you have me
3.1.1311749Put my sick cause into his hands that hates me?
3.1.1331751His love, too, long ago. I am old, my lords,
3.1.1361754To me above this wretchedness? All your studies
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?
3.1.1441762Still met the king? Loved him next heaven? Obeyed him?
3.1.1451763Been (out of fondness), superstitious to him?
3.1.1471765And am I thus rewarded? 'Tis not well, lords.
3.1.1491767One that ne'er dreamed a joy beyond his pleasure;
Madam, you wander from the good
My lord,
Pray, hear me.
Would I had neuer trod this English earth,
3.1.1621780Ye have angels' faces, but heaven knows your hearts.
3.1.1651783Alas (poor wenches) where are now your fortunes?
3.1.1671785No friends, no hope, no kindred weep for me?
3.1.1691787That once was mistress of the field and flourished,
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,
3.1.1761794We are to cure such sorrows, not to sow 'em.
3.1.1791797Grow from the king's acquaintance by this carriage.
3.1.1811799So much they love it. But to stubborn spirits
3.1.1851803Those we profess: peace-makers, friends, and servants.
Madam, you'l find it so.
3.1.1881806With these weak woman's fears. A noble spirit,
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
Do what ye will, my lords,
3.1.2001818He has my heart yet, and shall have my prayers
3.1.2011819While I shall have my life. Come, reverend fathers,
3.1.2031821That little thought when she set footing here,
1822She should have bought her dignities so dear.
3.2.0.21824Enter the Duke of Norfolk, Duke of Suffolk, Lord Surrey, 1825and Lord Chamberlain. 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
I am joyful
3.2.81833To meet the least occasion that may give me
3.2.91834Remembrance of my father-in-law the duke
Which of the peers
3.2.121837Have uncondemned gone by him, or at least
My lords, you speak your pleasures;
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
O fear him not,
3.2.241849His spell in that is out: the King hath found
3.2.261851The honey of his language. No, he's settled
Sir,
3.2.291854I should be glad to hear such news as this
Believe it, this is true.
3.2.321857In the Diuorce, his contrarie proceedings
How came
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
3.2.451870A 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
Would he had.
May you be happy in your wish, my lord,
Now all my joy
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,
3.2.651890In mind and feature. I persuade me, from her
3.2.661891Will fall some blessing to this land, which shall
But will the king
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
3.2.781903To second all his plot. I do assure you,
Now God incense him,
But my lord,
He is returned in his opinions, which
3.2.851910Have satisfied the king for his divorce,
3.2.871912Almost in christendom. Shortly, (I believe),
3.2.881913His second marriage shall be published, and
3.2.901915Shall be called queen, but Princess Dowager
This same Cranmer's
3.2.931918A worthy fellow, and hath ta'en much pain
He has, and we shall see him
So I hear.
'Tis so.
Observe, observe; he's moody.
The packet, Cromwell,
To his own hand, in's bedchamber.
Looked he o'th'inside of the paper?
Presently
Is he ready to come abroad?
I think by this he is.
Leave me a while.
3.2.1141940The French king's sister; he shall marry her.
3.2.1151941Anne Bullen? No, I'll no Anne Bullens for him;
3.2.1181944To hear from Rome. The marchioness of Pembroke?
He's discontented.
Maybe he hears the king
Sharp enough,
The late queen's gentlewoman?
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
3.2.1311957Our cause, that she should lie i'th'bosom of
3.2.1321958Our hard ruled king. Again there is sprung up
He is vexed at something.
I would 'twer something that would fret the string,
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
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,
3.2.1491976Then lays his finger on his temple; straight
3.2.1501977Springs out into fast gate, then stops again,
3.2.1521979His eye against the moon. In most strange postures
It may well be
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
It's heaven's will
If we did think
3.2.1691996And fixed on spiritual object, he should still
3.2.173.1King takes his Seat, whispers [to] Lovell, who goes 2001to the Cardinal. Heaven forgive me,
Good my lord,
3.2.1772005You are full of heavenly stuff and bear the inventory
3.2.1792007You were now running o'er. You have scarce time
3.2.1802008To steal from spiritual leisure, a brief span
Sir,
3.2.1892017I, her frail son, amongst my brethren mortal,
You have said well.
And ever may your highness yoke together,
'Tis well said again,
3.2.1972025And yet words are no deeds. My father loved you;
3.2.2002028I have kept you next my heart, have not alone
3.2.2012029Employed you where high profits might come home,
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,
My sovereign, I confess your royal graces,
3.2.2122040Showered on me daily, have been more than could
3.2.2172045Have been mine so, that evermore they pointed
3.2.2192047The profit of the state. For your great graces
Fairly answered.
3.2.2312059My heart dropped love, my power rained honor, more
3.2.2332061YYour brain and every function of your power,
3.2.2342062Should, notwithstanding that your bond of duty
I do profess
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
3.2.2452073Should the approach of this wild river break
'Tis nobly spoken.
3.2.2492077For you have seen him open't. Read o'er this,
3.2.251.12080Exit King, frowning upon the Cardinal, the Nobles 2081throng after him, smiling and whispering. What should this mean?
3.2.2532083What sudden anger's this? How have I reaped it?
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;
3.2.2602090Of all that world of wealth I have drawn together
3.2.2612091For mine own ends, (indeed to gain the popedom,
3.2.2652095I sent the king? Is there no way to cure this?
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
3.2.2722102I have touched the highest point of all my greatness,
3.2.276.12107Enter to Wolsey the Dukes of Norfolk and Suffolk, the 2108Earl of Surrey, and the Lord Chamberlain. Hear the king's pleasure, cardinal,
Stay.
3.2.2842116WWhere's your commission? Lords, words cannot carry
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,
3.2.2962128You have Christian warrant for 'em, and no doubt
3.2.2972129In time will find their fit rewards. That seal
3.2.2992131(Mine and your master), with his own hand gave me,
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
Thy ambition
3.2.3102142(Thou scarlet sin), robbed this bewailing land
3.2.3132145(With thee, and all thy best parts bound together),
3.2.3142146Weighed not a hair of his. Plague of your policy,
3.2.3162148Far 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,
This and all else,
3.2.3262158If I loved many words, lord, I should tell you
By my soul
3.2.3352167My sword i'th'life blood of thee else. My lords,
3.2.3372169And from this fellow? If we live thus tamely
3.2.3392171Farewell nobility; let his grace go forward,
All goodness
Yes, that goodness
3.2.3452177Into your own hands, cardinal, by extortion;
3.2.3472179You writ to'th pope against the king; your goodness,
3.2.3482180Since you provoke me, shall be most notorious.
3.2.3522184(Whom, if he live, will scarce be gentlemen),
3.2.3532185Produce the grand sum of his sins, the articles
3.2.3552187Worse then the sacring bell when the brown wench
How much, methinks, I could despise this man
Those articles, my lord, are in the king's hand;
So much fairer
This cannot saue you.
3.2.3672199Now, if you can blush and cry guilty, cardinal,
Speak on, sir;
I had rather want those than my head;
3.2.3742206First, that without the king's assent or knowledge,
Then, that in all you writ to Rome, or else
3.2.3792211Was still inscribed, in which you brought the king
Then, that without the knowledge
Item: you sent a large commission
3.2.3872219Without the king's will or the state's allowance,
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),
O, my lord,
3.2.3992231Press not a falling man too far! 'tis virtue;
3.2.4012233Not you, correct him. My heart weeps to see him
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,
3.2.4082240That therefore such a writ be sued against you
3.2.4092241To forfeit all your goods, lands, tenements,
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
3.2.4152247The 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
3.2.4262259Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders.
3.2.4282261But far beyond my depth. My high-blown pride
3.2.4292262At length broke under me and now has left me
3.2.4322265Vain pomp and glory of this world I hate ye,
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;
I have no power to speak, sir.
What, amazed
3.2.4442278A great man should decline? Nay, and you weep
How does your grace.
Why, well.
3.2.4512285A still and quiet conscience. The king has cured me.
3.2.4522286I humbly thank his grace, and from these shoulders,
I am glad your grace
I hope I have.
The heaviest and the worst
God bless him.
The next is that Sir Thomas More is chosen
That's somewhat sudden,
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.
That Cranmer is returned with welcome;
That's news, indeed.
Last, that the lady Anne,
There was the weight that pulled me down.
3.2.4912325Upon my smiles. Go, get thee from me, Cromwell;
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.
3.2.4982332Thy hopeful service perish, too. Good Cromwell,
O, my lord,
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
Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear
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,
3.2.5132347And 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.
3.2.5202354Cromwell, 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.
3.2.5262360To silence envious tongues. Be just and fear not;
3.2.5272361Let all the ends thou aimest at be thy countries,
3.2.5282362Thy gods, and truths. Then if thou fallest, O Cromwell,
3.2.5342368I dare now call mine own. O Cromwell, Cromwell;
Good sir, have patience.
So I have. Farewell
3.2.5402374The hopes of court; my hopes in heaven do dwell.
Y'are well met once again.
So are you.
You come to take your stand here and behold
4.1.42381The lady Anne pass from her coronation.
'Tis all my business. At our last encounter
4.1.62383The Duke of Buckingham came from his trial.
'Tis very true. But that time offered sorrow;
'Tis well. The citizens,
4.1.102387I am sure, have shown at full their royal minds
4.1.112388As let 'em have their rights; they are ever forward
Never greater,
May I be bold to ask what that contains,
Yes, 'tis the list
4.1.192396Of those that claim their offices this day,
4.1.212398The Duke of Suffolk is the first, and claims
4.1.222399To be High Steward; next the Duke of Norfolk,
4.1.232400He to be Earl Marshal. You may read the rest.
I thank you, sir. Had I not known those customs,
4.1.252402I should have been beholding to your paper;
4.1.262403But I beseech you, what's become of Katherine
4.1.272404The Princess Dowager? How goes her business?
That I can tell you, too. The Archbishop
4.1.302407Learned and reverend fathers of his order,
4.1.312408Held a late court at Dunstable, six miles off
4.1.322409From Ampthill, where the princess lay, to which
4.1.332410She was often sighted by them but appeared not.
4.1.352412The king's late scruple, by the main assent
4.1.362413Of all these learned men she was divorced,
4.1.372414And the late marriage made of none effect;
4.1.382415Since which, she was removed to Kimbolton,
Alas, good lady.
4.1.41.524233 Lord Chancellor, with Purse and Mace before him. 4.1.41.724255 Mayor of London, bearing the Mace. Then Garter, in 2426his Coat of Arms, and on his head he wore a Gilt Copper 2427Crowne. 4.1.41.824286 Marquess Dorset, bearing a Scepter of Gold, on his head, 2429a Demy Coronall of Gold. With him, the Earle of Surrey, 2430bearing the Rod of Siluer with the Doue, Crowned with an 2431Earles Coronet. Collars of Esses. 4.1.41.924327 Duke of Suffolk, in his Robe of Estate, his Coronet on his 2433head, bearing a long white Wand, as High Steward. With 2434him, the Duke of Norfolk, with the Rod of Marshalship, 2435a Coronet on his head. Collars of Esses. 4.1.4224368 A Canopy, borne by foure of the Cinque-Ports, under it 2437the Queen in her Robe, in her hair, richly adorned with 2438Pearl, Crowned. On each side her, the Bishops of London, 2439and Winchester. 4.1.4324409 The Old Duchess of Norfolk, in a Coronall of Gold, 2441wrought with Flowers bearing the Queen's Train. 4.1.44244210 Certain Ladies or Countesses, with plain Circlets of 2443Gold, without Flowers. 4.1.452444Exeunt, first passing over the Stage in Order and State, and 2445then, a great Flourish of Trumpets. A Royal Train believe me! These I know:
Marquess Dorset,
4.1.492449And that the Earl of Surrey with the rod.
A bold brave gentleman. That should be
'Tis the same: high steward.
And that my lord of Norfolk?
Yes.
Heaven bless thee,
4.1.562456Thou hast the sweetest face I ever looked on.
4.1.582458Our king has all the Indies in his arms,
4.1.592459And more, and richer, when he strains that lady.
They that bear
4.1.622462The cloth of honor over her are four barons
Those men are happy.
4.1.672467Is that old noble lady, duchess of Norfolk
It is, and all the rest are countesses.
Their coronets say so. These are stars indeed,
No more of that.
God save you, sir. Where have you been broiling?
Among the crowd i'th'Abbey, where a finger
4.1.742475Could not be wedged in more. I am stifled
You saw the ceremony?
That I did.
How was it?
Well worth the seeing.
Good sir, speak it to us.
As well as I am able. The rich stream
4.1.822483Of lords and ladies, having brought the queen
4.1.832484To a prepared place in the choir, fell off
4.1.842485A distance from her, while her grace sat down
4.1.852486To rest a while, some half an hour or so,
4.1.862487In a rich chair of state, opposing freely
4.1.882489Believe me, sir, she is the goodliest woman
4.1.892490That ever lay by man; which, when the people
4.1.902491Had the full view of, such a noise arose
4.1.912492As the shrouds make at sea in a stiff tempest,
4.1.922493As loud and to as many tunes. Hats, cloaks,
4.1.932494(Doublets, I think) flew up, and had their faces
4.1.942495Been loose this day they had been lost. Such joy
4.1.952496I never saw before. Great bellied women,
4.1.962497That had not half a week to go, like rams
4.1.972498In the old time of war would shake the press
4.1.982499And make 'em reel before 'em. No man living
4.1.992500Could say: this is my wife there; all were woven
But what followed?
At length her grace rose, and with modest paces
4.1.1032504Came to the altar, where she kneeled, and saint-like
4.1.1042505Cast her fair eyes to heaven and prayed devoutly.
4.1.1052506Then rose again and bowed her to the people.
4.1.1092510The rod, and bird of peace, and all such emblems
4.1.1102511Laid nobly on her; which performed, the choir
4.1.1132514And with the same full state paced back again
Sir,
4.1.1162517You must no more call it York Place. That's past.
4.1.1172518For since the cardinal fell, that title's lost.
I know it,
4.1.1202521But 'tis so lately altered that the old name
What two reverend bishops
4.1.1232524Were those that went on each side of the queen?
Stokeley and Gardiner, the one of Winchester,
He of Winchester
4.1.1282529Is held no great good lover of the archbishops:
All the land knows that.
4.1.1312532However, yet there is no great breach, when it comes
4.1.1322533Cranmer will find a friend will not shrink from him.
Who may that be, I pray you?
Thomas Cromwell,
4.1.1352536A man in much esteem with th'king, and truly
He will deserve more.
Yes, without all doubt.
4.1.1422543Which is to'th court, and there ye shall be my guests:
You may command us, sir.
4.2.0.22548Enter Katherine Dowager, sick, lead between Griffith, How does your grace?
O Griffith, sick to death.
4.2.42553My legs like loaden branches bow to'th'earth,
4.2.52554Willing to leave their burthen. Reach a chair.
4.2.62555So now, methinks, I feel a little ease.
4.2.72556Did'st thou not tell me, Griffith, as thou lead'st me,
4.2.82557That the great child of honor, Cardinal Wolsey,
Yes, madam, but I thank your grace,
4.2.112560Out of the pain you suffered, gave no ear to't.
Prithee good Griffith, tell me how he died.
Well, the voice goes, Madam,
4.2.172566Arrested him at York and brought him forward
Alas, poor man.
At last, with easy roads he came to Leicester,
4.2.232572Lodged in the abbey, where the reverend abbot,
4.2.242573With all his covent, honorably received him.
4.2.252574To whom he gave these words: "O father Abbot,
4.2.262575An old man, broken with the storms of state,
4.2.272576Is come to lay his weary bones among ye.
4.2.292578So went to bed, where eagerly his sickness
4.2.302579Pursued him still, and three nights after this,
4.2.312580About the hour of eight (which he himself
4.2.322581Foretold should be his last, full of Repentance,
4.2.332582Continual meditations, tears, and sorrows,
4.2.352584His blessed part to heaven, and slept in peace.
So may he rest;
4.2.382587Yet thus far, Griffith, give me leave to speak him
4.2.412590Himself with princes. One that, by suggestion,
4.2.422591Tied all the kingdom. Symony was fair play;
4.2.432592His own opinion was his law. I'th'presence
4.2.442593He would say untruths and be ever double,
4.2.452594Both in his words and meaning. He was never
4.2.472596His promises were, as he then was, mighty.
4.2.482597But his performance, as he is now, nothing.
Noble Madam:
4.2.522601Mens evil manners live in brass, their virtues
4.2.532602We write in water. May it please your highness
Yes, good Griffith:
This cardinal,
4.2.582607Though from an humble stock, undoubtedly
4.2.592608Was fashioned to much honor. From his cradle
4.2.602609He was a scholar, and a ripe and good one:
4.2.612610Exceeding wise, fair spoken, and persuading;
4.2.622611Lofty and sour to them that loved him not,
4.2.632612But to those men that sought him, sweet as summer.
4.2.642613And though he were unsatisfied in getting
4.2.652614(Which was a sin), yet in bestowing, madam,
4.2.662615He was most princely. Ever witness for him
4.2.672616Those twins of learning that he raised in you,
4.2.682617Ipswich and Oxford, one of which fell with him,
4.2.692618Unwilling to out live the good that did it.
4.2.702619The other (though unfinished), yet so famous,
4.2.712620So excellent in art, and still so rising
4.2.722621That Christendom shall ever speak his virtue.
4.2.732622His overthrow heaped happiness upon him.
4.2.742623For then, and not till then, he felt himself
4.2.752624And found the blessedness of being little.
4.2.772626Than man could give him he died fearing God.
After my death I wish no other herald,
4.2.812630But such an honest chronicler as Griffith.
4.2.822631Whom I most hated living, thou hast made me
4.2.842633(Now in his Ashes), honor. Peace be with him.
4.2.852634Patience, be near me still, and set me lower.
4.2.862635I have not long to trouble thee. Good Griffith,
4.2.872636Cause the musicians play me that sad note
4.2.882637I named my knell, whilst I sit meditating
She is asleep. Good wench, let's sit down quiet,
4.2.912641For fear we wake her. Softly, gentle Patience.
4.2.91.22643Enter solemnly tripping one after another, six personages, 2644clad in white robes, wearing on their heads garlands of 2645bay, and golden vizards on their faces, branches of bay 2646or palm in their hands. They first conge unto her, then 2647dance and at certain changes, the first two hold a spare 2648garland over her head, at which the other four make 2649reverend curtsies. Then the two that held the garland 2650deliver the same to the other next two, who observe the same 2651order in their changes, and holding the garland over her 2652head. Which done, they deliver the same garland to the 2653last two, who likewise observe the same order. At which 2654(as it were by inspiration), she makes (in her sleep), signs of 2655rejoicing, and holdeth up her hands to heaven. And so in 2656their dancing vanish, carrying the garland with them. 2657The music continues. Spirits of peace, where are ye? Are ye all gone
4.2.932659And leave me here in wretchedness behind ye?
Madam, we are here.
It is not you I call for,
None, madam.
No? Saw you not even now a blessed troupe
4.2.992665Invite me to a banquet, whose bright faces
4.2.1022668And brought me garlands, Griffith, which I feel
4.2.1032669I am not worthy yet to weare: I shall assuredly.
I am most joyful, madam, such good dreams
Bid the music leave.
2673They are harsh and heavy to me.
Do you note
4.2.1082675How much her grace is altered on the sudden?
4.2.1092676How long her face is drawn; how pale she looks,
She is going, wench. Pray, pray.
Hea en comfort her.
And't like your grace ...
You are a saucy fellow.
You are too blame,
4.2.1172685Knowing she will not lose her wonted greatness,
I humbly do entreat your highness's pardon.
4.2.1202688My haste made me unmannerly. There is staying
Admit him entrance, Griffith. But this fellow
2691Let me ne'er see again.
2692Enter Lord Capuchius. 4.2.1242694You should be lord ambassador from the emperor
Madam, the same. Your servant.
O, my lord,
4.2.1282698The times and titles now are altered strangely
Noble lady,
4.2.1332703First mine own service to your grace; the next
4.2.1352705Who grieves much for your weakness, and by me
4.2.1372707And heartily entreats you take good comfort.
O my good lord, that comfort comes too late.
4.2.1402710That gentle physic, given in time, had cured me.
4.2.1412711But now I am past all comforts here but prayers.
Madam, in good health.
So may he ever do, and ever flourish
4.2.1452715When I shall dwell with worm and my poor name
4.2.1462716Banished the kingdom. Patience, is that letter
No, madam.
Sir, I most humbly pray you to deliver
Most willing, madam.
In which I have commended to his goodness
4.2.1532723The model of our chaste loves: his young daughter.
4.2.1542724The dews of heaven fall thick in blessings on her,
4.2.1552725Beseeching him to give her virtuous breeding.
4.2.1582728To love her for her mother's sake, that loved him,
4.2.1612731Is that his noble grace would have some pity
4.2.1652735(And now I should not lie), but will deserve
4.2.1692739And sure those men are happy that shall have 'em.
4.2.1702740The last is for my men: they are the poorest
4.2.1722742That they may have their wages duly paid 'em,
4.2.1742744If Heaven had pleased to have given me longer life
4.2.1762746These are the whole contents and good my lord,
4.2.1782748As you wish Christian peace to souls departed,
4.2.1792749Stand these poor peoples' friend and urge the king
By heaven I will,
I thank you, honest lord. Remember me
4.2.1862756Out of this world. Tell him in death I blessed him,
4.2.1872757For so I will. Mine eyes grow dim. Farewell,
4.2.1902760Call in more women. When I am dead, good wench,
4.2.1922762With maiden flowers, that all the world may know
4.2.1942764Then lay me forth, although unqueened, yet like
5.1.0.22769Enter Gardiner Bishop of Winchester, a Page with a Torch 2770before him, met by Sir Thomas Lovell. It's one a'clock boy, is't not.
It hath struck.
These should be hours for necessities,
5.1.42774Not for delights. Times to repair our nature
5.1.52775With comforting repose, and not for us
5.1.62776To waste these times. Good hour of night, Sir Thomas:
Came you from the king, my lord?
I did, Sir Thomas, and left him at primero
I must to him, too,
5.1.122782Before he go to bed. I'll take my leave.
Not yet, Sir Thomas Lovell. What's the matter?
5.1.142784It seems you are in haste, and if there be
5.1.152785No great offence belongs to't, give your friend
5.1.162786Some touch of your late businesse. Affairs that walk,
5.1.172787(As they say spirits do) at midnight, have
5.1.182788In them a wilder nature than the business
My lord, I love you
5.1.222792Much weightier than this work. The queen's in labor:
The fruit she goes with
5.1.272797Good time and live; but for the stock, Sir Thomas,
Methinks I could
5.1.302800Cry thee amen, and yet my conscience says
5.1.312801She's a good creature, and sweet lady does
But sir, sir:
5.1.352805Of mine own way. I know you wise, religious,
5.1.362806And let me tell you it will ne'er be well:
5.1.372807'Twill not, Sir Thomas Lovell, take't of me,
5.1.382808Till Cranmer, Cromwell, her two hands, and she
Now sir, you speak of two
5.1.412811The most remarked i'th'kingdom. As for Cromwell,
5.1.422812Beside that of the Jewel House, is made Master
5.1.432813O'th'Rolls, and the king's Secretary. Further, sir,
5.1.442814Stands in the gap and trade of more preferments
5.1.452815With which the lime will load him. Th'archbishop
5.1.462816Is the king's hand and tongue, and who dare speak
Yes, yes, Sir Thomas.
5.1.492819There are that dare, and I myself have ventured
5.1.502820To speak my mind of him; and indeed this day
5.1.522822Incensed the lords o'th'council, that he is
5.1.552825That does infect the land, with which they moved
5.1.562826Have broken with the king who hath so far
5.1.572827Given ear to our complaint of his great grace
5.1.582828And princely care, foreseeing those fell mischiefs,
5.1.592829Our reasons laid before him, hath commanded
5.1.612831He be convented. He's a rank weed, Sir Thomas,
5.1.622832And we must root him out. From your affairs
5.1.632833I hinder you too long. Good night, Sir Thomas.
Many good nights, my lord, I rest your servant.
Charles, I will play no more tonight.
5.1.662838My mind's not on't; you are too hard for me.
Sir, I did never win of you before.
But little, Charles,
5.1.692841Nor shall not when my fancy's on my play.
5.1.702842Now Lovell, from the queen what is the news.
I could not personally deliver to her
5.1.732845I sent your message, who returned her thanks
5.1.742846In the great'st humbleness, and desired your highness
What say'st thou, ha?
5.1.772849To pray for her? What, is she crying out?
So said her woman, and that her suffrance made
Alas, good Lady.
God safely quit her of her burthen, and
'Tis midnight, Charles.
5.1.852857Prithee to bed, and in thy prayers remember
5.1.862858Th'estate of my poor queen. Leave me alone,
I wish your highness
Charles, good night.
Sir, I have brought my lord the archbishop
Ha? Canterbury?
Aye, my good lord.
'Tis true. Where is he Denny?
He attends your highness' pleasure.
Bring him to us.
This is about that which the bishop spake,
Avoid the gallery.
I am fearful. Wherefore frowns he thus?
How now,my lord?
It is my duty
Pray you arise,
5.1.1212896Grievous complaints of you, which being considered,
5.1.1222897Have moved us and our council, that you shall
5.1.1242899You cannot with such freedom purge yourself,
5.1.1252900But that till further trial, in those charges
5.1.1262901Which will require your answer, you must take
5.1.1282903To make your house our Tower. You, a brother of us,
I humbly thank your highness,
5.1.1322907And am right glad to catch this good occasion
5.1.1332908Most throughly to be winnowed, where my chaff
5.1.1352910There's none stands under more calumnious tongues,
Stand up, good Canterbury,
5.1.1392914In us thy friend. Give me thy hand, stand up.
5.1.1412916What manner of man are you? My lord, I looked
5.1.1432918I should have ta'en some pains to bring together
5.1.1442919Yourself and your accusers, and to have heard you
Most dread liege,
5.1.1472922The good I stand on is my truth and honesty.
5.1.1492924Will triumph o'er my person, which I weigh not,
5.1.1502925Being of those virtues vacant. I fear nothing
Know you not
5.1.1532928How your state stands i'th'world, with the whole world?
5.1.1542929Your enemies are many and not small; their practices
5.1.1562931The justice and the truth o'th'question carries
5.1.1582933Might corrupt minds procure knaves as corrupt
5.1.1592934To swear against you? Such things have been done.
5.1.1622937I mean in perjured witness, then your master,
God and your majesty
Be of good cheer.
5.1.1712946They shall no more prevail than we give way to.
5.1.1732948You do appear before them. If they shall chance
5.1.1772952Th'occasion shall instruct you. If entreaties
5.1.1802955There make before them.
[Aside] Look, the good man weeps.
5.1.1812956He's honest, on mine honor. Gods blessed mother,
5.1.1832958None better in my kingdom.
[To Cranmer] Get you gone,
2959And do as I have bid you.
Come back. What mean you?
I'll not come back. The tidings that I bring
5.1.1872964Will make my boldness manners. Now good angels
5.1.1882965Fly o'er thy royal head, and shade thy person
Now, by thy looks
5.1.1912968I guess thy message. Is the queen delivered?
Aye, aye my liege,
5.1.1982975Acquainted with this stranger. 'Tis as like you
Lovell.
Sir.
Give her an hundred marks.
An hundred marks? By this light I'll ha' more.
5.1.2062984Said I for this, the girl was like to him? I'll
5.1.2072985Have more, or else unsay't: and now, while 'tis hot,
2986I'll put it to the issue.
I hope I am not too late, and yet the gentleman
5.2.22990That was sent to me from the council prayed me
5.2.32991To make great haste. All fast? What meanes this, ho?
Yes, my lord,
Why?
Your Grace must wiat till you be callled for.
So.
This is a peer of malice. I am glad
3002Shall understand it presently.
'Tis Butts,
5.2.133004The king's physician; as he passed along
5.2.153006Pray heaven he sound not my disgrace, for certain
5.2.163007This is of purpose laid by some that hate me,
5.2.173008(God turn their hearts, I never sought their malice),
5.2.183009To quench mine honor they would shame to make me
5.2.223013Must be fulfilled, and I attend with patience.
I'll show your grace the strangest sight.
What's that, Butts?
I think your highness saw this many a day.
Body a me: where is it?
There, my lord.
5.2.283021The high promotion of his grace of Canterbury,
5.2.293022Who holds his state at door 'mongst pursuants,
Ha? 'Tis he indeed.
5.2.333026'Tis well there's one above 'em yet. I had thought
5.2.343027They had parted so much honesty among 'em,
5.2.353028At least good manners, as not thus to suffer
5.2.363029A man of his place, and so near our favor
5.2.373030To dance attendance on their lordships' pleasures.
5.2.383031And at the door, too, like a post with packets
5.2.403033Let 'em alone and draw the curtain close:
5.2.41.13035A council table brought in with chairs and stools, and 3036placed under the state. Enter Lord Chancellor, places 3037himself at the upper end of the table, on the left hand: A 3038seat being left void aboue him, as for Canterbury's seat. 3039Duke of Suffolk, Duke of Norfolk, Surrey, Lord 3040Chamberlain, Gardiner, seat themselves in order on each side. 3041Cromwell at lower end, as Secretary. Speak to the business, master secretary;
Please your honors,
5.2.453045The chief cause concerns his grace of Canterbury.
Has he had knowledge of it?
Yes.
Who waits there?
Without my noble Lords?
Yes.
My lord archbishop.
5.2.523052And has done half an hour to know your pleasures.
Let him come in.
Your grace may enter now.
My good lord archbishop, I'm very sorry
5.2.573058That chair stand empty. But we all are men
5.2.593060Of our flesh; few are angels. Out of which frailty
5.2.603061And want of wisdom you that best should teach us,
5.2.613062Have misdemeaned yourself, and not a little:
5.2.623063Toward the king first, then his laws, in filling
5.2.633064The whole realm by your teaching & your chaplains
5.2.643065(For so we are informed), with new opinions
5.2.653066Diverse and dangerous, which are heresies,
Which reformation must be sudden, too,
5.2.683069My noble lords, for those that tame wild horses
5.2.693070Pace 'em not in their hands to make 'em gentle,
5.2.703071But stop their mouths with stubborn bits &, spur 'em,
5.2.713072Till they obey the mannage. If we suffer
5.2.733074To one manʼs honor, this contagious sickness,
5.2.743075Farewell all physick. And what follows then?
5.2.753076Commotions, vapors, with a general taint
5.2.763077Of the whole state, as of late days our neighbors,
My good lords, hitherto, in all the progress
5.2.803081Both of my life and office, I have labored,
5.2.813082And with no little study, that my teaching
5.2.833084Might go one way and safely, and the end
5.2.843085Was ever to do well. Mor is there living,
5.2.853086(I speak it with a single heart, my lords),
5.2.863087A man that more detests, more stirs against,
5.2.873088Both in his private conscience and his place,
5.2.893090Pray heaven the king may never find a heart
5.2.903091With less allegiance in it. Men that make
5.2.923093Dare bite the best. I do beseech your lordships
5.2.933094That in this case of justice my accusers,
5.2.943095Be what they will, may stand forth face to face
Nay my lord,
5.2.983099And by that virture no man dare accuse you.
My lord, because we have business of more moment
5.2.1003101We will be short with you. 'Tis his highness' pleasure
Ah, my good lord of Winchester, I thank you.
5.2.1073108You are always my good friend. If your will pass
5.2.1083109I shall both find your lordship judge and juror;
5.2.1173118But reverence to your calling makes me modest.
My lord, my lord, you are a sectary;
5.2.1193120That's the plain truth. Your painted gloss discovers
5.2.1203121To men that understand you words and weakness.
My lord of Winchester, y'are a little
Good master secretary,
Why my lord?
Do not I know you for a favorer
Not sound?
Not sound, I say.
Would you were half so honest.
5.2.1353136Mens' prayers then would seek you, not their fears.
I shall remember this bold language.
Do.
This is too much.
I haue done.
And I.
Then thus for you, my lord; it stands agreed,
5.2.1463147There to remain till the king's further pleasure
5.2.1473148Be known unto us. Are you all agreed, lords?
We are.
Is there no other way of mercy
What other
5.2.1523153Would you expect? You are strangely troublesome.
For me?
Receive him,
Stay, good my Lords,
5.2.1593161I have a little yet to say. Look there, my lords.
This is the king's ring.
'Tis no counterfeit.
'Tis the right ring, by heaven. I told ye all
5.2.1663168When we first put this dangerous stone a rolling
Do you think, my lords,
'Tis now too certain.
5.2.1723174How much more is his life in value with him?
My mind gave me,
5.2.1783180Ye blew the fire that burns ye. Now have at ye.
Dread sovereign,
5.2.1843187The chief aim of his honor, and to strengthen
5.2.1873190The cause betwixt her and this great offender.
You were ever good at sudden commendations,
5.2.1903193To hear such flattery now, and in my presence
5.2.1913194They are too thin and base to hide offences,
5.2.1923195To me you cannot reach. You play the spaniel,
5.2.1933196And think with wagging of your tongue to win me.
5.2.1963199Good man sit down. Now let me see the proudest
5.2.1973200He that dares most but wag his finger at thee.
5.2.1993202Than but once think his place becomes thee not.
May it please your grace ...
No, sir, it does not please me.
5.2.2023205I had thought I had had men of some understanding
5.2.2053208This good man (few of you deserve that title),
5.2.2073210At chamber door? And one as great as you are?
5.2.2083211Why, what a shame was this? Did my commission
Thus far,
5.2.2163219My most dread sovereign, may it like your grace
5.2.2173220To let my tongue excuse all. What was purposed
5.2.2193222(If there be faith in men), meant for his trial
5.2.2203223And fair purgation to the world than malice,
Well, well, my lords; respect him.
5.2.2233226Take him and use him well; he's worthy of it.
5.2.2283231Be friends for shame, my lords. My lord of Canterbury,
5.2.2303233That is, a fair young maid that yet wants baptism.
The greatest monarch now alive may glory
Come come, my lord, you'd spare your spoons.
5.2.2363239You shall have two noble partners with you: the old
5.2.2373240Duchess of Norfolk and lady Marquesse Dorset. Will
5.2.2393242Once more, my lord of Winchester, I charge you
With a true heart
And let heaven
Good man, those joyful tears show thy true hearts.
5.2.2473250Of thee, which says thus: Do my lord of Canterbury
3255So I grow stronger, you more honor gain.
You'll leave your noise anon, ye rascals. Do
3260you take the court for parish garden, ye rude slaves?
Good Master Porter, I belong to th'larder.
Belong to th'gallows, and be hanged, ye rogue!
3264Is this a place to roar in? Fetch me a dozen crab tree
3265staves, and strong ones; these are but switches to 'em.
3266I'll scratch your heads; you must be seeing christenings?
3267Do you look for ale and cakes here, you rude
Pray, sir, be patient. 'Tis as much impossible,
3270Unless we sweep 'em from the door with cannons,
3271To scatter 'em, as 'tis to make 'em sleep
3272On May-day morning, which will never be.
3273We may as well push against Paul's as stir 'em.
How got they in, and be hanged?
Alas I know not; how gets the tide in?
3276As much as one sound cudgel of four foot
3277(You see the poor remainder), could distribute,
3278I made no spare, sir.
You did nothing, sir.
I am not Sampson, nor Sir Guy, nor Colebrand,
3281To mow 'em down before me. But if I spared any
3282That had a head to hit, either young or old,
3283He or she, cuckold or cuckold-maker;
3284Let me ne'er hope to see a chine again,
3285And that I would not for a cow, God save her.
Do you hear, Master Porter?
I shall be with you presently, good Master Puppy;
3288Keep the door closed, Sirha.
What would you have me do?
What should you do,
3291But knock 'em down by th'dozens? Is this Moorfields
3292to muster in? Or have we some strange Indian with the
3293great tool come to court, the women so besiege us?
3294Bless me, what a fry of fornication is at door? On my
3295Christian conscience, this one christening will beget a
3296thousand, here will be father, godfather, and all
The spoons will be the bigger, sir. There is
3299a fellow somewhat near the door, he should be a
3300brazier by his face, for o' my conscience twenty of the
3301dog days now reign in's nose; all that stand about him are
3302under the line, they need no other penance. That
3303fire drake did I hit three times on the head, and three times
3304was his nose discharged against me; he stands there
3305like a mortar piece to blow us. There was a
3306haberdasher's wife of small wit near him that railed upon me,
3307till her pincked porrenger fell off her head for kindling;
3308such a combustion in the state. I missed the meteor once
3309and hit that woman who cried out clubs when I
3310might see from far, some forty truncheoners draw to
3311her succour, which were the hope o'th'Strand where she
3312was quartered; they fell on, I made good my place; at
3313length they came to th'broom staff to me, I defied 'em
3314still, when suddenly a file of boys behind 'em, loose shot,
3315delivered such a shower of pebbles that I was fain to
3316draw mine honor in and let 'em win the work, the
3317Devil was amongst 'em, I think, surely.
These are the youths that thunder at a playhouse,
3319and fight for bitten apples, that no audience but the
3320tribulation of Tower Hill, or the Limbs of Limehouse,
3321their dear brothers are able to endure. I have some of
3322'em in
Limbo Patrum, and there they are like to dance
3323these three days. Besides the running banquet of two
3324beadles, that is to come.
Mercy o' me: what a multitude are here?
3327They grow still, too; from all parts they are comming,
3328As if we kept a fair here? Where are these porters?
3329These lazy knaves? Y'have made a fine hand, fellows?
3330There's a trim rabble let in. Are all these
3331Your faithful friends o'th'suburbs? We shall have
3332Great store of room, no doubt, left for the ladies
3333When they pass back from the christening.
And't please your honor,
3335We are but men, and what so many may do,
3336Not being torn a pieces, we have done.
3337An Army cannot rule 'em.
As I live,
3339If the King blame me for't, I'll lay ye all
3340By th'heels and suddenly. And on your heads
3341Clap round fines for neglect. Y'are lazy knaves,
3342And here ye lie baiting of bombards, when
3343Ye should do service. Hark, the trumpets sound.
3344Th'are come already from the christening;
3345Go break among the press and find a way out
3346To let the troop pass fairly, or I'll find
3347A marshalsea shall hold ye play these two months.
Make way there, for the princess.
You great fellow:
3350Stand close up, or I'll make your head ache.
You i'th'chamblet, get up o'th'rail;
3352I'll peck you o'er the pales, else.
5.4.0.23354Enter trumpets sounding: Then two aldermen, Lord Mayor, 3355Garter, Cranmer, Duke of Norfolk with his marshal's 3356staff, Duke of Suffolk, two noblemen, bearing great 3357standing bowls for the christening gifts. Then four 3358noblemen bearing a canopy, under which the Duchess of 3359Norfolk, godmother, bearing the child richly habited in 3360a mantle, &c. traine borne by a lady. Then follows 3361the Marchioness Dorset, the other godmother, and 3362ladies. The Troop pass once about the stage, and 3363Garter speaks. 3365From thy endless goodness, send prosperous life,
3366Long and ever happy, to the high and mighty
3367Princess of England, Elizabeth.
5.4.4And to your royal grace and the good queen,
3370My noble partners and myself thus pray
3371All comfort, joy in this most gracious lady,
3372Heaven ever laid up to make parents happy,
3373May hourly fall upon ye.
5.4.6Thank you, good lord archbishop.
Elizabeth.
3378With this kiss take my blessing. God protect thee,
3379Into whose hand I give thy life.
Amen.
5.4.12My noble gossips, y'have been too prodigal;
3382I thank ye heartily. So shall this lady
3383When she has so much English.
Let me speak, sir,
5.4.143385For heaven now bids me; and the words I utter
5.4.153386Let none think flattery; for they'll find 'em truth.
5.4.163387This royal infant heaven still move about her,
5.4.183389Upon this land a thousand thousand blessings,
5.4.193390Which time shall bring to ripeness. She shall be
5.4.203391(But few now living can behold that goodness),
5.4.213392A pattern to all princes living with her,
5.4.223393And all that shall succeed. Saba was never
5.4.233394More covetous of wisdom, and fair virtue
5.4.243395Than this pure soul shall be. All princely graces
5.4.253396That mold up such a mighty piece as this is,
5.4.263397With all the virtues that attend the good,
5.4.273398Shall still be doubled on her. Truth shall nurse her,
5.4.283399Holy and heavenly thoughts still counsel her.
5.4.293400She shall be loved and feared. Her own shall bless her;
5.4.303401Her foes shake like a field of beaten corn,
5.4.333404In her days every man shall eat in safety
5.4.343405Under his own vine what he plants; and sing
5.4.353406The merry songs of peace to all his neighbours.
5.4.363407God shall be truly known and those about her
5.4.373408From her shall read the perfect way of honor,
5.4.383409And by those claim their greatness; not by blood.
5.4.393410Nor shall this peace sleep with her. But as when
5.4.403411The bird of wonder dies, the maiden phoenix,
5.4.433414So shall she leave her blessedness to one
5.4.443415(When heaven shal call her from this cloud of darkness),
5.4.463417Shall star-like rise, as great in fame as she was,
5.4.473418And so stand fixed. Peace, plenty, love, truth, terror,
5.4.483419That were the servants to this chosen infant,
5.4.493420Shall then be his, and like a vine grow to him;
5.4.503421Wherever the bright sun of heaven shall shine,
5.4.523423Shall be, and make new nations. He shall flourish,
5.4.533424And like a mountain cedar reach his branches
5.4.543425To all the plains about him. Our children's children
Thou speakest wonders.
She shall be to the happiness of England
5.4.583429An aged princess; many days shall see her,
5.4.593430And yet no day without a deed to crown it.
5.4.603431Would I had known no more. But she must die,
5.4.613432She must, the saints must have her; yet a virgin,
5.4.633434To th'ground, and all the world shall mourn her.
O, lord Archbishop
5.4.653436Thou hast made me now a man, never before
5.4.673438This oracle of comfort has so pleased me
5.4.693440To see what this child does and praise my maker.
5.4.703441I thank ye all. To you, my good lord mayor,
5.4.713442And you good brethren, I am much beholding.
5.4.723443I have received much honor by your presence,
5.4.733444And ye shall find me thankful. Lead the way, lords.
5.4.743445Ye must all see the queen, and she must thank ye;
5.4.753446She will be sick else. This day, no man think
5.4.763447Has business at his house; for all shall stay:
[Enter Epilogue.]
'Tis ten to one, this play can never please
3451All that are here. Some come to take their ease
3452And sleep an act or two; but those we fear
3453W'have frighted with our trumpets. So 'tis clear,
3454They'll say 'tis naught. Others, to hear the City
3455Abused extremely, and to cry 'that's witty',
3456Which we have not done neither; that, I fear,
3457All the expected good w'are like to hear.
3458For this play at this time is only in
3459The merciful construction of good women,
3460For such a one we showed 'em. If they smile
3461And say twill do, I know within a while
3462All the best men are ours; for 'tis ill hap,
3463If they hold, when their ladies bid 'em clap.