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The Famous History of the Life of Henry the Eighth

ACT I

SCENE I. London. An ante-chamber in the palace.

BUCKINGHAMGood morrow, and well met. How have ye done
Since last we saw in France?
NORFOLKI thank your grace,
Healthful; and ever since a fresh admirer
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 5Of what I saw there.
BUCKINGHAMAn untimely ague
Stay'd me a prisoner in my chamber when
Those suns of glory, those two lights of men,
Met in the vale of Andren.
NORFOLKAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 10'Twixt Guynes and Arde:
I was then present, saw them salute on horseback;
Beheld them, when they lighted, how they clung
In their embracement, as they grew together;
Which had they, what four throned ones could have weigh'd
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 15Such a compounded one?
BUCKINGHAMAll the whole time
I was my chamber's prisoner.
NORFOLKThen you lost
The view of earthly glory: men might say,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 20Till this time pomp was single, but now married
To one above itself. Each following day
Became the next day's master, till the last
Made former wonders its. To-day the French,
All clinquant, all in gold, like heathen gods,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 25Shone down the English; and, to-morrow, they
Made Britain India: every man that stood
Show'd like a mine. Their dwarfish pages were
As cherubins, all guilt: the madams too,
Not used to toil, did almost sweat to bear
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 30The pride upon them, that their very labour
Was to them as a painting: now this masque
Was cried incomparable; and the ensuing night
Made it a fool and beggar. The two kings,
Equal in lustre, were now best, now worst,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 35As presence did present them; him in eye,
Still him in praise: and, being present both
'Twas said they saw but one; and no discerner
Durst wag his tongue in censure. When these suns —
For so they phrase 'em — by their heralds challenged
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 40The noble spirits to arms, they did perform
Beyond thought's compass; that former fabulous story,
Being now seen possible enough, got credit,
That Bevis was believed.
BUCKINGHAMO, you go far.
NORFOLKAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 45As I belong to worship and affect
In honour honesty, the tract of every thing
Would by a good discourser lose some life,
Which action's self was tongue to. All was royal;
To the disposing of it nought rebell'd.
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 50Order gave each thing view; the office did
Distinctly his full function.
BUCKINGHAMWho did guide,
I mean, who set the body and the limbs
Of this great sport together, as you guess?
NORFOLKAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 55One, certes, that promises no element
In such a business.
BUCKINGHAMI pray you, who, my lord?
NORFOLKAll this was order'd by the good discretion
Of the right reverend Cardinal of York.
BUCKINGHAMAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 60The devil speed him! no man's pie is freed
From his ambitious finger. What had he
To do in these fierce vanities? I wonder
That such a keech can with his very bulk
Take up the rays o' the beneficial sun
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 65And keep it from the earth.
NORFOLKSurely, sir,
There's in him stuff that puts him to these ends;
For, being not propp'd by ancestry, whose grace
Chalks successors their way, nor call'd upon
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 70For high feats done to the crown; neither allied
For eminent assistants; but, spider-like,
Out of his self-drawing web, he gives us note,
The force of his own merit makes his way
A gift that heaven gives for him, which buys
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 75A place next to the king.
ABERGAVENNYI cannot tell
What heaven hath given him, — let some graver eye
Pierce into that; but I can see his pride
Peep through each part of him: whence has he that,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 80If not from hell? the devil is a niggard,
Or has given all before, and he begins
A new hell in himself.
BUCKINGHAMWhy the devil,
Upon this French going out, took he upon him,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 85Without the privity o' the king, to appoint
Who should attend on him? He makes up the file
Of all the gentry; for the most part such
To whom as great a charge as little honour
He meant to lay upon: and his own letter,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 90The honourable board of council out,
Must fetch him in the papers.
ABERGAVENNYI do know
Kinsmen of mine, three at the least, that have
By this so sickened their estates, that never
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 95They shall abound as formerly.
BUCKINGHAMO, many
Have broke their backs with laying manors on 'em
For this great journey. What did this vanity
But minister communication of
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 100A most poor issue?
NORFOLKGrievingly I think,
The peace between the French and us not values
The cost that did conclude it.
BUCKINGHAMEvery man,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 105After the hideous storm that follow'd, was
A thing inspired; and, not consulting, broke
Into a general prophecy; That this tempest,
Dashing the garment of this peace, aboded
The sudden breach on't.
NORFOLKAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 110Which is budded out;
For France hath flaw'd the league, and hath attach'd
Our merchants' goods at Bourdeaux.
ABERGAVENNYIs it therefore
The ambassador is silenced?
NORFOLKAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 115Marry, is't.
ABERGAVENNYA proper title of a peace; and purchased
At a superfluous rate!
BUCKINGHAMWhy, all this business
Our reverend cardinal carried.
NORFOLKAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 120Like it your grace,
The state takes notice of the private difference
Betwixt you and the cardinal. I advise you —
And take it from a heart that wishes towards you
Honour and plenteous safety — that you read
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 125The cardinal's malice and his potency
Together; to consider further that
What his high hatred would effect wants not
A minister in his power. You know his nature,
That he's revengeful, and I know his sword
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 130Hath a sharp edge: it's long and, 't may be said,
It reaches far, and where 'twill not extend,
Thither he darts it. Bosom up my counsel,
You'll find it wholesome. Lo, where comes that rock
That I advise your shunning.
CARDINAL WOLSEYAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 135The Duke of Buckingham's surveyor, ha?
Where's his examination?
First SecretaryHere, so please you.
CARDINAL WOLSEYIs he in person ready?
First SecretaryAy, please your grace.
CARDINAL WOLSEYAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 140Well, we shall then know more; and Buckingham
Shall lessen this big look.
BUCKINGHAMThis butcher's cur is venom-mouth'd, and I
Have not the power to muzzle him; therefore best
Not wake him in his slumber. A beggar's book
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 145Outworths a noble's blood.
NORFOLKWhat, are you chafed?
Ask God for temperance; that's the appliance only
Which your disease requires.
BUCKINGHAMI read in's looks
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 150Matter against me; and his eye reviled
Me, as his abject object: at this instant
He bores me with some trick: he's gone to the king;
I'll follow and outstare him.
NORFOLKStay, my lord,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 155And let your reason with your choler question
What 'tis you go about: to climb steep hills
Requires slow pace at first: anger is like
A full-hot horse, who being allow'd his way,
Self-mettle tires him. Not a man in England
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 160Can advise me like you: be to yourself
As you would to your friend.
BUCKINGHAMI'll to the king;
And from a mouth of honour quite cry down
This Ipswich fellow's insolence; or proclaim
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 165There's difference in no persons.
NORFOLKBe advised;
Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot
That it do singe yourself: we may outrun,
By violent swiftness, that which we run at,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 170And lose by over-running. Know you not,
The fire that mounts the liquor til run o'er,
In seeming to augment it wastes it? Be advised:
I say again, there is no English soul
More stronger to direct you than yourself,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 175If with the sap of reason you would quench,
Or but allay, the fire of passion.
BUCKINGHAMSir,
I am thankful to you; and I'll go along
By your prescription: but this top-proud fellow,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 180Whom from the flow of gall I name not but
From sincere motions, by intelligence,
And proofs as clear as founts in July when
We see each grain of gravel, I do know
To be corrupt and treasonous.
NORFOLKAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 185Say not 'treasonous.'
BUCKINGHAMTo the king I'll say't; and make my vouch as strong
As shore of rock. Attend. This holy fox,
Or wolf, or both, — for he is equal ravenous
As he is subtle, and as prone to mischief
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 190As able to perform't; his mind and place
Infecting one another, yea, reciprocally —
Only to show his pomp as well in France
As here at home, suggests the king our master
To this last costly treaty, the interview,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 195That swallow'd so much treasure, and like a glass
Did break i' the rinsing.
NORFOLKFaith, and so it did.
BUCKINGHAMPray, give me favour, sir. This cunning cardinal
The articles o' the combination drew
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 200As himself pleased; and they were ratified
As he cried 'Thus let be': to as much end
As give a crutch to the dead: but our count-cardinal
Has done this, and 'tis well; for worthy Wolsey,
Who cannot err, he did it. Now this follows, —
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 205Which, as I take it, is a kind of puppy
To the old dam, treason, — Charles the emperor,
Under pretence to see the queen his aunt —
For 'twas indeed his colour, but he came
To whisper Wolsey, — here makes visitation:
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 210His fears were, that the interview betwixt
England and France might, through their amity,
Breed him some prejudice; for from this league
Peep'd harms that menaced him: he privily
Deals with our cardinal; and, as I trow, —
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 215Which I do well; for I am sure the emperor
Paid ere he promised; whereby his suit was granted
Ere it was ask'd; but when the way was made,
And paved with gold, the emperor thus desired,
That he would please to alter the king's course,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 220And break the foresaid peace. Let the king know,
As soon he shall by me, that thus the cardinal
Does buy and sell his honour as he pleases,
And for his own advantage.
NORFOLKI am sorry
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 225To hear this of him; and could wish he were
Something mistaken in't.
BUCKINGHAMNo, not a syllable:
I do pronounce him in that very shape
He shall appear in proof.
BRANDONAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 230Your office, sergeant; execute it.
SergeantSir,
My lord the Duke of Buckingham, and Earl
Of Hereford, Stafford, and Northampton, I
Arrest thee of high treason, in the name
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 235Of our most sovereign king.
BUCKINGHAMLo, you, my lord,
The net has fall'n upon me! I shall perish
Under device and practise.
BRANDONI am sorry
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 240To see you ta'en from liberty, to look on
The business present: 'tis his highness' pleasure
You shall to the Tower.
BUCKINGHAMIt will help me nothing
To plead mine innocence; for that dye is on me
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 245Which makes my whitest part black. The will of heaven
Be done in this and all things! I obey.
O my Lord Abergavenny, fare you well!
BRANDONNay, he must bear you company. The king
Is pleased you shall to the Tower, till you know
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 250How he determines further.
ABERGAVENNYAs the duke said,
The will of heaven be done, and the king's pleasure
By me obey'd!
BRANDONHere is a warrant from
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 255The king to attach Lord Montacute; and the bodies
Of the duke's confessor, John de la Car,
One Gilbert Peck, his chancellor —
BUCKINGHAMSo, so;
These are the limbs o' the plot: no more, I hope.
BRANDONAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 260A monk o' the Chartreux.
BUCKINGHAMO, Nicholas Hopkins?
BRANDONHe.
BUCKINGHAMMy surveyor is false; the o'er-great cardinal
Hath show'd him gold; my life is spann'd already:
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 265I am the shadow of poor Buckingham,
Whose figure even this instant cloud puts on,
By darkening my clear sun. My lord, farewell.

ACT I

SCENE II. The same. The council-chamber.

KING HENRY VIIIMy life itself, and the best heart of it,
Thanks you for this great care: I stood i' the level
Of a full-charged confederacy, and give thanks
To you that choked it. Let be call'd before us
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 5That gentleman of Buckingham's; in person
I'll hear him his confessions justify;
And point by point the treasons of his master
He shall again relate.
QUEEN KATHARINENay, we must longer kneel: I am a suitor.
KING HENRY VIIIAct 1 Sc 2 Ln 10Arise, and take place by us: half your suit
Never name to us; you have half our power:
The other moiety, ere you ask, is given;
Repeat your will and take it.
QUEEN KATHARINEThank your majesty.
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 15That you would love yourself, and in that love
Not unconsider'd leave your honour, nor
The dignity of your office, is the point
Of my petition.
KING HENRY VIIILady mine, proceed.
QUEEN KATHARINEAct 1 Sc 2 Ln 20I am solicited, not by a few,
And those of true condition, that your subjects
Are in great grievance: there have been commissions
Sent down among 'em, which hath flaw'd the heart
Of all their loyalties: wherein, although,
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 25My good lord cardinal, they vent reproaches
Most bitterly on you, as putter on
Of these exactions, yet the king our master —
Whose honour heaven shield from soil! — even he
escapes not
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 30Language unmannerly, yea, such which breaks
The sides of loyalty, and almost appears
In loud rebellion.
NORFOLKNot almost appears,
It doth appear; for, upon these taxations,
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 35The clothiers all, not able to maintain
The many to them longing, have put off
The spinsters, carders, fullers, weavers, who,
Unfit for other life, compell'd by hunger
And lack of other means, in desperate manner
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 40Daring the event to the teeth, are all in uproar,
And danger serves among then!
KING HENRY VIIITaxation!
Wherein? and what taxation? My lord cardinal,
You that are blamed for it alike with us,
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 45Know you of this taxation?
CARDINAL WOLSEYPlease you, sir,
I know but of a single part, in aught
Pertains to the state; and front but in that file
Where others tell steps with me.
QUEEN KATHARINEAct 1 Sc 2 Ln 50No, my lord,
You know no more than others; but you frame
Things that are known alike; which are not wholesome
To those which would not know them, and yet must
Perforce be their acquaintance. These exactions,
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 55Whereof my sovereign would have note, they are
Most pestilent to the bearing; and, to bear 'em,
The back is sacrifice to the load. They say
They are devised by you; or else you suffer
Too hard an exclamation.
KING HENRY VIIIAct 1 Sc 2 Ln 60Still exaction!
The nature of it? in what kind, let's know,
Is this exaction?
QUEEN KATHARINEI am much too venturous
In tempting of your patience; but am bolden'd
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 65Under your promised pardon. The subjects' grief
Comes through commissions, which compel from each
The sixth part of his substance, to be levied
Without delay; and the pretence for this
Is named, your wars in France: this makes bold mouths:
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 70Tongues spit their duties out, and cold hearts freeze
Allegiance in them; their curses now
Live where their prayers did: and it's come to pass,
This tractable obedience is a slave
To each incensed will. I would your highness
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 75Would give it quick consideration, for
There is no primer business.
KING HENRY VIIIBy my life,
This is against our pleasure.
CARDINAL WOLSEYAnd for me,
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 80I have no further gone in this than by
A single voice; and that not pass'd me but
By learned approbation of the judges. If I am
Traduced by ignorant tongues, which neither know
My faculties nor person, yet will be
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 85The chronicles of my doing, let me say
'Tis but the fate of place, and the rough brake
That virtue must go through. We must not stint
Our necessary actions, in the fear
To cope malicious censurers; which ever,
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 90As ravenous fishes, do a vessel follow
That is new-trimm'd, but benefit no further
Than vainly longing. What we oft do best,
By sick interpreters, once weak ones, is
Not ours, or not allow'd; what worst, as oft,
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 95Hitting a grosser quality, is cried up
For our best act. If we shall stand still,
In fear our motion will be mock'd or carp'd at,
We should take root here where we sit, or sit
State-statues only.
KING HENRY VIIIAct 1 Sc 2 Ln 100Things done well,
And with a care, exempt themselves from fear;
Things done without example, in their issue
Are to be fear'd. Have you a precedent
Of this commission? I believe, not any.
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 105We must not rend our subjects from our laws,
And stick them in our will. Sixth part of each?
A trembling contribution! Why, we take
From every tree lop, bark, and part o' the timber;
And, though we leave it with a root, thus hack'd,
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 110The air will drink the sap. To every county
Where this is question'd send our letters, with
Free pardon to each man that has denied
The force of this commission: pray, look to't;
I put it to your care.
CARDINAL WOLSEYAct 1 Sc 2 Ln 115A word with you.
Let there be letters writ to every shire,
Of the king's grace and pardon. The grieved commons
Hardly conceive of me; let it be noised
That through our intercession this revokement
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 120And pardon comes: I shall anon advise you
Further in the proceeding.
QUEEN KATHARINEI am sorry that the Duke of Buckingham
Is run in your displeasure.
KING HENRY VIIIIt grieves many:
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 125The gentleman is learn'd, and a most rare speaker;
To nature none more bound; his training such,
That he may furnish and instruct great teachers,
And never seek for aid out of himself. Yet see,
When these so noble benefits shall prove
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 130Not well disposed, the mind growing once corrupt,
They turn to vicious forms, ten times more ugly
Than ever they were fair. This man so complete,
Who was enroll'd 'mongst wonders, and when we,
Almost with ravish'd listening, could not find
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 135His hour of speech a minute; he, my lady,
Hath into monstrous habits put the graces
That once were his, and is become as black
As if besmear'd in hell. Sit by us; you shall hear —
This was his gentleman in trust — of him
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 140Things to strike honour sad. Bid him recount
The fore-recited practises; whereof
We cannot feel too little, hear too much.
CARDINAL WOLSEYStand forth, and with bold spirit relate what you,
Most like a careful subject, have collected
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 145Out of the Duke of Buckingham.
KING HENRY VIIISpeak freely.
SurveyorFirst, it was usual with him, every day
It would infect his speech, that if the king
Should without issue die, he'll carry it so
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 150To make the sceptre his: these very words
I've heard him utter to his son-in-law,
Lord Abergavenny; to whom by oath he menaced
Revenge upon the cardinal.
CARDINAL WOLSEYPlease your highness, note
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 155This dangerous conception in this point.
Not friended by by his wish, to your high person
His will is most malignant; and it stretches
Beyond you, to your friends.
QUEEN KATHARINEMy learn'd lord cardinal,
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 160Deliver all with charity.
KING HENRY VIIISpeak on:
How grounded he his title to the crown,
Upon our fail? to this point hast thou heard him
At any time speak aught?
SurveyorAct 1 Sc 2 Ln 165He was brought to this
By a vain prophecy of Nicholas Hopkins.
KING HENRY VIIIWhat was that Hopkins?
SurveyorSir, a Chartreux friar,
His confessor, who fed him every minute
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 170With words of sovereignty.
KING HENRY VIIIHow know'st thou this?
SurveyorNot long before your highness sped to France,
The duke being at the Rose, within the parish
Saint Lawrence Poultney, did of me demand
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 175What was the speech among the Londoners
Concerning the French journey: I replied,
Men fear'd the French would prove perfidious,
To the king's danger. Presently the duke
Said, 'twas the fear, indeed; and that he doubted
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 180'Twould prove the verity of certain words
Spoke by a holy monk; 'that oft,' says he,
'Hath sent to me, wishing me to permit
John de la Car, my chaplain, a choice hour
To hear from him a matter of some moment:
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 185Whom after under the confession's seal
He solemnly had sworn, that what he spoke
My chaplain to no creature living, but
To me, should utter, with demure confidence
This pausingly ensued: neither the king nor's heirs,
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 190Tell you the duke, shall prosper: bid him strive
To gain the love o' the commonalty: the duke
Shall govern England.'
QUEEN KATHARINEIf I know you well,
You were the duke's surveyor, and lost your office
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 195On the complaint o' the tenants: take good heed
You charge not in your spleen a noble person
And spoil your nobler soul: I say, take heed;
Yes, heartily beseech you.
KING HENRY VIIILet him on.
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 200Go forward.
SurveyorOn my soul, I'll speak but truth.
I told my lord the duke, by the devil's illusions
The monk might be deceived; and that 'twas dangerous for him
To ruminate on this so far, until
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 205It forged him some design, which, being believed,
It was much like to do: he answer'd, 'Tush,
It can do me no damage;' adding further,
That, had the king in his last sickness fail'd,
The cardinal's and Sir Thomas Lovell's heads
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 210Should have gone off.
KING HENRY VIIIHa! what, so rank? Ah ha!
There's mischief in this man: canst thou say further?
SurveyorI can, my liege.
KING HENRY VIIIProceed.
SurveyorAct 1 Sc 2 Ln 215Being at Greenwich,
After your highness had reproved the duke
About Sir William Blomer, —
KING HENRY VIIII remember
Of such a time: being my sworn servant,
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 220The duke retain'd him his. But on; what hence?
Surveyor'If,' quoth he, 'I for this had been committed,
As, to the Tower, I thought, I would have play'd
The part my father meant to act upon
The usurper Richard; who, being at Salisbury,
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 225Made suit to come in's presence; which if granted,
As he made semblance of his duty, would
Have put his knife to him.'
KING HENRY VIIIA giant traitor!
CARDINAL WOLSEYNow, madam, may his highness live in freedom,
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 230and this man out of prison?
QUEEN KATHARINEGod mend all!
KING HENRY VIIIThere's something more would out of thee; what say'st?
SurveyorAfter 'the duke his father,' with 'the knife,'
He stretch'd him, and, with one hand on his dagger,
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 235Another spread on's breast, mounting his eyes
He did discharge a horrible oath; whose tenor
Was, — were he evil used, he would outgo
His father by as much as a performance
Does an irresolute purpose.
KING HENRY VIIIAct 1 Sc 2 Ln 240There's his period,
To sheathe his knife in us. He is attach'd;
Call him to present trial: if he may
Find mercy in the law, 'tis his: if none,
Let him not seek 't of us: by day and night,
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 245He's traitor to the height.

ACT I

SCENE III. An ante-chamber in the palace.

ChamberlainIs't possible the spells of France should juggle
Men into such strange mysteries?
SANDSNew customs,
Though they be never so ridiculous,
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 5Nay, let 'em be unmanly, yet are follow'd.
ChamberlainAs far as I see, all the good our English
Have got by the late voyage is but merely
A fit or two o' the face; but they are shrewd ones;
For when they hold 'em, you would swear directly
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 10Their very noses had been counsellors
To Pepin or Clotharius, they keep state so.
SANDSThey have all new legs, and lame ones: one would take it,
That never saw 'em pace before, the spavin
Or springhalt reign'd among 'em.
ChamberlainAct 1 Sc 3 Ln 15Death! my lord,
Their clothes are after such a pagan cut too,
That, sure, they've worn out Christendom.
How now!
What news, Sir Thomas Lovell?
LOVELLAct 1 Sc 3 Ln 20Faith, my lord,
I hear of none, but the new proclamation
That's clapp'd upon the court-gate.
ChamberlainWhat is't for?
LOVELLThe reformation of our travell'd gallants,
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 25That fill the court with quarrels, talk, and tailors.
ChamberlainI'm glad 'tis there: now I would pray our monsieurs
To think an English courtier may be wise,
And never see the Louvre.
LOVELLThey must either,
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 30For so run the conditions, leave those remnants
Of fool and feather that they got in France,
With all their honourable point of ignorance
Pertaining thereunto, as fights and fireworks,
Abusing better men than they can be,
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 35Out of a foreign wisdom, renouncing clean
The faith they have in tennis, and tall stockings,
Short blister'd breeches, and those types of travel,
And understand again like honest men;
Or pack to their old playfellows: there, I take it,
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 40They may, 'cum privilegio,' wear away
The lag end of their lewdness and be laugh'd at.
SANDS'Tis time to give 'em physic, their diseases
Are grown so catching.
ChamberlainWhat a loss our ladies
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 45Will have of these trim vanities!
LOVELLAy, marry,
There will be woe indeed, lords: the sly whoresons
Have got a speeding trick to lay down ladies;
A French song and a fiddle has no fellow.
SANDSAct 1 Sc 3 Ln 50The devil fiddle 'em! I am glad they are going,
For, sure, there's no converting of 'em: now
An honest country lord, as I am, beaten
A long time out of play, may bring his plainsong
And have an hour of hearing; and, by'r lady,
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 55Held current music too.
ChamberlainWell said, Lord Sands;
Your colt's tooth is not cast yet.
SANDSNo, my lord;
Nor shall not, while I have a stump.
ChamberlainAct 1 Sc 3 Ln 60Sir Thomas,
Whither were you a-going?
LOVELLTo the cardinal's:
Your lordship is a guest too.
ChamberlainO, 'tis true:
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 65This night he makes a supper, and a great one,
To many lords and ladies; there will be
The beauty of this kingdom, I'll assure you.
LOVELLThat churchman bears a bounteous mind indeed,
A hand as fruitful as the land that feeds us;
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 70His dews fall every where.
ChamberlainNo doubt he's noble;
He had a black mouth that said other of him.
SANDSHe may, my lord; has wherewithal: in him
Sparing would show a worse sin than ill doctrine:
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 75Men of his way should be most liberal;
They are set here for examples.
ChamberlainTrue, they are so:
But few now give so great ones. My barge stays;
Your lordship shall along. Come, good Sir Thomas,
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 80We shall be late else; which I would not be,
For I was spoke to, with Sir Henry Guildford
This night to be comptrollers.
SANDSI am your lordship's.

ACT I

SCENE IV. A Hall in York Place.

GUILDFORDLadies, a general welcome from his grace
Salutes ye all; this night he dedicates
To fair content and you: none here, he hopes,
In all this noble bevy, has brought with her
Act 1 Sc 4 Ln 5One care abroad; he would have all as merry
As, first, good company, good wine, good welcome,
Can make good people. O, my lord, you're tardy:
The very thought of this fair company
Clapp'd wings to me.
ChamberlainAct 1 Sc 4 Ln 10You are young, Sir Harry Guildford.
SANDSSir Thomas Lovell, had the cardinal
But half my lay thoughts in him, some of these
Should find a running banquet ere they rested,
I think would better please 'em: by my life,
Act 1 Sc 4 Ln 15They are a sweet society of fair ones.
LOVELLO, that your lordship were but now confessor
To one or two of these!
SANDSI would I were;
They should find easy penance.
LOVELLAct 1 Sc 4 Ln 20Faith, how easy?
SANDSAs easy as a down-bed would afford it.
ChamberlainSweet ladies, will it please you sit? Sir Harry,
Place you that side; I'll take the charge of this:
His grace is entering. Nay, you must not freeze;
Act 1 Sc 4 Ln 25Two women placed together makes cold weather:
My Lord Sands, you are one will keep 'em waking;
Pray, sit between these ladies.
SANDSBy my faith,
And thank your lordship. By your leave, sweet ladies:
Act 1 Sc 4 Ln 30If I chance to talk a little wild, forgive me;
I had it from my father.
ANNEWas he mad, sir?
SANDSO, very mad, exceeding mad, in love too:
But he would bite none; just as I do now,
Act 1 Sc 4 Ln 35He would kiss you twenty with a breath.
ChamberlainWell said, my lord.
So, now you're fairly seated. Gentlemen,
The penance lies on you, if these fair ladies
Pass away frowning.
SANDSAct 1 Sc 4 Ln 40For my little cure,
Let me alone.
CARDINAL WOLSEYYou're welcome, my fair guests: that noble lady,
Or gentleman, that is not freely merry,
Is not my friend: this, to confirm my welcome;
Act 1 Sc 4 Ln 45And to you all, good health.
SANDSYour grace is noble:
Let me have such a bowl may hold my thanks,
And save me so much talking.
CARDINAL WOLSEYMy Lord Sands,
Act 1 Sc 4 Ln 50I am beholding to you: cheer your neighbours.
Ladies, you are not merry: gentlemen,
Whose fault is this?
SANDSThe red wine first must rise
In their fair cheeks, my lord; then we shall have 'em
Act 1 Sc 4 Ln 55Talk us to silence.
ANNEYou are a merry gamester,
My Lord Sands.
SANDSYes, if I make my play.
Here's to your ladyship: and pledge it, madam,
Act 1 Sc 4 Ln 60For 'tis to such a thing, —
ANNEYou cannot show me.
SANDSI told your grace they would talk anon.
CARDINAL WOLSEYWhat's that?
ChamberlainLook out there, some of ye.
CARDINAL WOLSEYAct 1 Sc 4 Ln 65What warlike voice,
And to what end is this? Nay, ladies, fear not;
By all the laws of war you're privileged.
ChamberlainHow now! what is't?
ServantA noble troop of strangers;
Act 1 Sc 4 Ln 70For so they seem: they've left their barge and landed;
And hither make, as great ambassadors
From foreign princes.
CARDINAL WOLSEYGood lord chamberlain,
Go, give 'em welcome; you can speak the French tongue;
Act 1 Sc 4 Ln 75And, pray, receive 'em nobly, and conduct 'em
Into our presence, where this heaven of beauty
Shall shine at full upon them. Some attend him.
You have now a broken banquet; but we'll mend it.
A good digestion to you all: and once more
Act 1 Sc 4 Ln 80I shower a welcome on ye; welcome all.
A noble company! what are their pleasures?
ChamberlainBecause they speak no English, thus they pray'd
To tell your grace, that, having heard by fame
Of this so noble and so fair assembly
Act 1 Sc 4 Ln 85This night to meet here, they could do no less
Out of the great respect they bear to beauty,
But leave their flocks; and, under your fair conduct,
Crave leave to view these ladies and entreat
An hour of revels with 'em.
CARDINAL WOLSEYAct 1 Sc 4 Ln 90Say, lord chamberlain,
They have done my poor house grace; for which I pay 'em
A thousand thanks, and pray 'em take their pleasures.
KING HENRY VIIIThe fairest hand I ever touch'd! O beauty,
Till now I never knew thee!
CARDINAL WOLSEYAct 1 Sc 4 Ln 95My lord!
ChamberlainYour grace?
CARDINAL WOLSEYPray, tell 'em thus much from me:
There should be one amongst 'em, by his person,
More worthy this place than myself; to whom,
Act 1 Sc 4 Ln 100If I but knew him, with my love and duty
I would surrender it.
ChamberlainI will, my lord.
CARDINAL WOLSEYWhat say they?
ChamberlainSuch a one, they all confess,
Act 1 Sc 4 Ln 105There is indeed; which they would have your grace
Find out, and he will take it.
CARDINAL WOLSEYLet me see, then.
By all your good leaves, gentlemen; here I'll make
My royal choice.
KING HENRY VIIIAct 1 Sc 4 Ln 110Ye have found him, cardinal:
You hold a fair assembly; you do well, lord:
You are a churchman, or, I'll tell you, cardinal,
I should judge now unhappily.
CARDINAL WOLSEYI am glad
Act 1 Sc 4 Ln 115Your grace is grown so pleasant.
KING HENRY VIIIMy lord chamberlain,
Prithee, come hither: what fair lady's that?
ChamberlainAn't please your grace, Sir Thomas Bullen's daughter —
The Viscount Rochford, — one of her highness' women.
KING HENRY VIIIAct 1 Sc 4 Ln 120By heaven, she is a dainty one. Sweetheart,
I were unmannerly, to take you out,
And not to kiss you. A health, gentlemen!
Let it go round.
CARDINAL WOLSEYSir Thomas Lovell, is the banquet ready
Act 1 Sc 4 Ln 125I' the privy chamber?
LOVELLYes, my lord.
CARDINAL WOLSEYYour grace,
I fear, with dancing is a little heated.
KING HENRY VIIII fear, too much.
CARDINAL WOLSEYAct 1 Sc 4 Ln 130There's fresher air, my lord,
In the next chamber.
KING HENRY VIIILead in your ladies, every one: sweet partner,
I must not yet forsake you: let's be merry:
Good my lord cardinal, I have half a dozen healths
Act 1 Sc 4 Ln 135To drink to these fair ladies, and a measure
To lead 'em once again; and then let's dream
Who's best in favour. Let the music knock it.

ACT II

SCENE I. Westminster. A street.

First GentlemanWhither away so fast?
Second GentlemanO, God save ye!
Even to the hall, to hear what shall become
Of the great Duke of Buckingham.
First GentlemanAct 2 Sc 1 Ln 5I'll save you
That labour, sir. All's now done, but the ceremony
Of bringing back the prisoner.
Second GentlemanWere you there?
First GentlemanYes, indeed, was I.
Second GentlemanAct 2 Sc 1 Ln 10Pray, speak what has happen'd.
First GentlemanYou may guess quickly what.
Second GentlemanIs he found guilty?
First GentlemanYes, truly is he, and condemn'd upon't.
Second GentlemanI am sorry for't.
First GentlemanAct 2 Sc 1 Ln 15So are a number more.
Second GentlemanBut, pray, how pass'd it?
First GentlemanI'll tell you in a little. The great duke
Came to the bar; where to his accusations
He pleaded still not guilty and alleged
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 20Many sharp reasons to defeat the law.
The king's attorney on the contrary
Urged on the examinations, proofs, confessions
Of divers witnesses; which the duke desired
To have brought viva voce to his face:
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 25At which appear'd against him his surveyor;
Sir Gilbert Peck his chancellor; and John Car,
Confessor to him; with that devil-monk,
Hopkins, that made this mischief.
Second GentlemanThat was he
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 30That fed him with his prophecies?
First GentlemanThe same.
All these accused him strongly; which he fain
Would have flung from him, but, indeed, he could not:
And so his peers, upon this evidence,
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 35Have found him guilty of high treason. Much
He spoke, and learnedly, for life; but all
Was either pitied in him or forgotten.
Second GentlemanAfter all this, how did he bear himself?
First GentlemanWhen he was brought again to the bar, to hear
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 40His knell rung out, his judgment, he was stirr'd
With such an agony, he sweat extremely,
And something spoke in choler, ill, and hasty:
But he fell to himself again, and sweetly
In all the rest show'd a most noble patience.
Second GentlemanAct 2 Sc 1 Ln 45I do not think he fears death.
First GentlemanSure, he does not:
He never was so womanish; the cause
He may a little grieve at.
Second GentlemanCertainly
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 50The cardinal is the end of this.
First Gentleman'Tis likely,
By all conjectures: first, Kildare's attainder,
Then deputy of Ireland; who removed,
Earl Surrey was sent thither, and in haste too,
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 55Lest he should help his father.
Second GentlemanThat trick of state
Was a deep envious one.
First GentlemanAt his return
No doubt he will requite it. This is noted,
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 60And generally, whoever the king favours,
The cardinal instantly will find employment,
And far enough from court too.
Second GentlemanAll the commons
Hate him perniciously, and, o' my conscience,
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 65Wish him ten fathom deep: this duke as much
They love and dote on; call him bounteous Buckingham,
The mirror of all courtesy; —
First GentlemanStay there, sir,
And see the noble ruin'd man you speak of.
Second GentlemanAct 2 Sc 1 Ln 70Let's stand close, and behold him.
BUCKINGHAMAll good people,
You that thus far have come to pity me,
Hear what I say, and then go home and lose me.
I have this day received a traitor's judgment,
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 75And by that name must die: yet, heaven bear witness,
And if I have a conscience, let it sink me,
Even as the axe falls, if I be not faithful!
The law I bear no malice for my death;
'T has done, upon the premises, but justice:
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 80But those that sought it I could wish more Christians:
Be what they will, I heartily forgive 'em:
Yet let 'em look they glory not in mischief,
Nor build their evils on the graves of great men;
For then my guiltless blood must cry against 'em.
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 85For further life in this world I ne'er hope,
Nor will I sue, although the king have mercies
More than I dare make faults. You few that loved me,
And dare be bold to weep for Buckingham,
His noble friends and fellows, whom to leave
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 90Is only bitter to him, only dying,
Go with me, like good angels, to my end;
And, as the long divorce of steel falls on me,
Make of your prayers one sweet sacrifice,
And lift my soul to heaven. Lead on, o' God's name.
LOVELLAct 2 Sc 1 Ln 95I do beseech your grace, for charity,
If ever any malice in your heart
Were hid against me, now to forgive me frankly.
BUCKINGHAMSir Thomas Lovell, I as free forgive you
As I would be forgiven: I forgive all;
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 100There cannot be those numberless offences
'Gainst me, that I cannot take peace with:
no black envy
Shall mark my grave. Commend me to his grace;
And if he speak of Buckingham, pray, tell him
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 105You met him half in heaven: my vows and prayers
Yet are the king's; and, till my soul forsake,
Shall cry for blessings on him: may he live
Longer than I have time to tell his years!
Ever beloved and loving may his rule be!
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 110And when old time shall lead him to his end,
Goodness and he fill up one monument!
LOVELLTo the water side I must conduct your grace;
Then give my charge up to Sir Nicholas Vaux,
Who undertakes you to your end.
VAUXAct 2 Sc 1 Ln 115Prepare there,
The duke is coming: see the barge be ready;
And fit it with such furniture as suits
The greatness of his person.
BUCKINGHAMNay, Sir Nicholas,
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 120Let it alone; my state now will but mock me.
When I came hither, I was lord high constable
And Duke of Buckingham; now, poor Edward Bohun:
Yet I am richer than my base accusers,
That never knew what truth meant: I now seal it;
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 125And with that blood will make 'em one day groan for't.
My noble father, Henry of Buckingham,
Who first raised head against usurping Richard,
Flying for succor to his servant Banister,
Being distress'd, was by that wretch betray'd,
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 130And without trial fell; God's peace be with him!
Henry the Seventh succeeding, truly pitying
My father's loss, like a most royal prince,
Restored me to my honours, and, out of ruins,
Made my name once more noble. Now his son,
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 135Henry the Eighth, life, honour, name and all
That made me happy at one stroke has taken
For ever from the world. I had my trial,
And, must needs say, a noble one; which makes me,
A little happier than my wretched father:
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 140Yet thus far we are one in fortunes: both
Fell by our servants, by those men we loved most;
A most unnatural and faithless service!
Heaven has an end in all: yet, you that hear me,
This from a dying man receive as certain:
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 145Where you are liberal of your loves and counsels
Be sure you be not loose; for those you make friends
And give your hearts to, when they once perceive
The least rub in your fortunes, fall away
Like water from ye, never found again
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 150But where they mean to sink ye. All good people,
Pray for me! I must now forsake ye: the last hour
Of my long weary life is come upon me. Farewell:
And when you would say something that is sad,
Speak how I fell. I have done; and God forgive me!
First GentlemanAct 2 Sc 1 Ln 155O, this is full of pity! Sir, it calls,
I fear, too many curses on their beads
That were the authors.
Second GentlemanIf the duke be guiltless,
'Tis full of woe: yet I can give you inkling
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 160Of an ensuing evil, if it fall,
Greater than this.
First GentlemanGood angels keep it from us!
What may it be? You do not doubt my faith, sir?
Second GentlemanThis secret is so weighty, 'twill require
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 165A strong faith to conceal it.
First GentlemanLet me have it;
I do not talk much.
Second GentlemanI am confident,
You shall, sir: did you not of late days hear
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 170A buzzing of a separation
Between the king and Katharine?
First GentlemanYes, but it held not:
For when the king once heard it, out of anger
He sent command to the lord mayor straight
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 175To stop the rumor, and allay those tongues
That durst disperse it.
Second GentlemanBut that slander, sir,
Is found a truth now: for it grows again
Fresher than e'er it was; and held for certain
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 180The king will venture at it. Either the cardinal,
Or some about him near, have, out of malice
To the good queen, possess'd him with a scruple
That will undo her: to confirm this too,
Cardinal Campeius is arrived, and lately;
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 185As all think, for this business.
First Gentleman'Tis the cardinal;
And merely to revenge him on the emperor
For not bestowing on him, at his asking,
The archbishopric of Toledo, this is purposed.
Second GentlemanAct 2 Sc 1 Ln 190I think you have hit the mark: but is't not cruel
That she should feel the smart of this? The cardinal
Will have his will, and she must fall.
First Gentleman'Tis woful.
We are too open here to argue this;
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 195Let's think in private more.

ACT II

SCENE II. An ante-chamber in the palace.

Chamberlain'My lord, the horses your lordship sent for, with
all the care I had, I saw well chosen, ridden, and
furnished. They were young and handsome, and of the
best breed in the north. When they were ready to
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 5set out for London, a man of my lord cardinal's, by
commission and main power, took 'em from me; with
this reason: His master would be served before a
subject, if not before the king; which stopped our
mouths, sir.'
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 10I fear he will indeed: well, let him have them:
He will have all, I think.
NORFOLKWell met, my lord chamberlain.
ChamberlainGood day to both your graces.
SUFFOLKHow is the king employ'd?
ChamberlainAct 2 Sc 2 Ln 15I left him private,
Full of sad thoughts and troubles.
NORFOLKWhat's the cause?
ChamberlainIt seems the marriage with his brother's wife
Has crept too near his conscience.
SUFFOLKAct 2 Sc 2 Ln 20No, his conscience
Has crept too near another lady.
NORFOLK'Tis so:
This is the cardinal's doing, the king-cardinal:
That blind priest, like the eldest son of fortune,
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 25Turns what he list. The king will know him one day.
SUFFOLKPray God he do! he'll never know himself else.
NORFOLKHow holily he works in all his business!
And with what zeal! for, now he has crack'd the league
Between us and the emperor, the queen's great nephew,
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 30He dives into the king's soul, and there scatters
Dangers, doubts, wringing of the conscience,
Fears, and despairs; and all these for his marriage:
And out of all these to restore the king,
He counsels a divorce; a loss of her
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 35That, like a jewel, has hung twenty years
About his neck, yet never lost her lustre;
Of her that loves him with that excellence
That angels love good men with; even of her
That, when the greatest stroke of fortune falls,
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 40Will bless the king: and is not this course pious?
ChamberlainHeaven keep me from such counsel! 'Tis most true
These news are every where; every tongue speaks 'em,
And every true heart weeps for't: all that dare
Look into these affairs see this main end,
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 45The French king's sister. Heaven will one day open
The king's eyes, that so long have slept upon
This bold bad man.
SUFFOLKAnd free us from his slavery.
NORFOLKWe had need pray,
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 50And heartily, for our deliverance;
Or this imperious man will work us all
From princes into pages: all men's honours
Lie like one lump before him, to be fashion'd
Into what pitch he please.
SUFFOLKAct 2 Sc 2 Ln 55For me, my lords,
I love him not, nor fear him; there's my creed:
As I am made without him, so I'll stand,
If the king please; his curses and his blessings
Touch me alike, they're breath I not believe in.
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 60I knew him, and I know him; so I leave him
To him that made him proud, the pope.
NORFOLKLet's in;
And with some other business put the king
From these sad thoughts, that work too much upon him:
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 65My lord, you'll bear us company?
ChamberlainExcuse me;
The king has sent me otherwhere: besides,
You'll find a most unfit time to disturb him:
Health to your lordships.
NORFOLKAct 2 Sc 2 Ln 70Thanks, my good lord chamberlain.
SUFFOLKHow sad he looks! sure, he is much afflicted.
KING HENRY VIIIWho's there, ha?
NORFOLKPray God he be not angry.
KING HENRY VIIIWho's there, I say? How dare you thrust yourselves
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 75Into my private meditations?
Who am I? ha?
NORFOLKA gracious king that pardons all offences
Malice ne'er meant: our breach of duty this way
Is business of estate; in which we come
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 80To know your royal pleasure.
KING HENRY VIIIYe are too bold:
Go to; I'll make ye know your times of business:
Is this an hour for temporal affairs, ha?
Who's there? my good lord cardinal? O my Wolsey,
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 85The quiet of my wounded conscience;
Thou art a cure fit for a king.
You're welcome,
Most learned reverend sir, into our kingdom:
Use us and it.
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 90My good lord, have great care
I be not found a talker.
CARDINAL WOLSEYSir, you cannot.
I would your grace would give us but an hour
Of private conference.
KING HENRY VIIIAct 2 Sc 2 Ln 95(STAGEDIR "To NORFOLK and SUFFOLK")
We are busy; go.
NORFOLK(STAGEDIR "Aside to SUFFOLK")
This priest has no pride in him?
SUFFOLK Not to speak of:
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 100I would not be so sick though for his place:
But this cannot continue.
NORFOLK If it do,
I'll venture one have-at-him.
SUFFOLK I another.
CARDINAL WOLSEYAct 2 Sc 2 Ln 105Your grace has given a precedent of wisdom
Above all princes, in committing freely
Your scruple to the voice of Christendom:
Who can be angry now? what envy reach you?
The Spaniard, tied blood and favour to her,
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 110Must now confess, if they have any goodness,
The trial just and noble. All the clerks,
I mean the learned ones, in Christian kingdoms
Have their free voices: Rome, the nurse of judgment,
Invited by your noble self, hath sent
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 115One general tongue unto us, this good man,
This just and learned priest, Cardinal Campeius;
Whom once more I present unto your highness.
KING HENRY VIIIAnd once more in mine arms I bid him welcome,
And thank the holy conclave for their loves:
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 120They have sent me such a man I would have wish'd for.
CARDINAL CAMPEIUSYour grace must needs deserve all strangers' loves,
You are so noble. To your highness' hand
I tender my commission; by whose virtue,
The court of Rome commanding, you, my lord
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 125Cardinal of York, are join'd with me their servant
In the unpartial judging of this business.
KING HENRY VIIITwo equal men. The queen shall be acquainted
Forthwith for what you come. Where's Gardiner?
CARDINAL WOLSEYI know your majesty has always loved her
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 130So dear in heart, not to deny her that
A woman of less place might ask by law:
Scholars allow'd freely to argue for her.
KING HENRY VIIIAy, and the best she shall have; and my favour
To him that does best: God forbid else. Cardinal,
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 135Prithee, call Gardiner to me, my new secretary:
I find him a fit fellow.
CARDINAL WOLSEY Give me your hand much joy and
favour to you;
You are the king's now.
GARDINERAct 2 Sc 2 Ln 140(STAGEDIR "Aside to CARDINAL WOLSEY")
But to be commanded
For ever by your grace, whose hand has raised me.
KING HENRY VIIICome hither, Gardiner.
CARDINAL CAMPEIUSMy Lord of York, was not one Doctor Pace
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 145In this man's place before him?
CARDINAL WOLSEYYes, he was.
CARDINAL CAMPEIUSWas he not held a learned man?
CARDINAL WOLSEYYes, surely.
CARDINAL CAMPEIUSBelieve me, there's an ill opinion spread then
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 150Even of yourself, lord cardinal.
CARDINAL WOLSEYHow! of me?
CARDINAL CAMPEIUSThey will not stick to say you envied him,
And fearing he would rise, he was so virtuous,
Kept him a foreign man still; which so grieved him,
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 155That he ran mad and died.
CARDINAL WOLSEYHeaven's peace be with him!
That's Christian care enough: for living murmurers
There's places of rebuke. He was a fool;
For he would needs be virtuous: that good fellow,
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 160If I command him, follows my appointment:
I will have none so near else. Learn this, brother,
We live not to be grip'd by meaner persons.
KING HENRY VIIIDeliver this with modesty to the queen.
The most convenient place that I can think of
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 165For such receipt of learning is Black-Friars;
There ye shall meet about this weighty business.
My Wolsey, see it furnish'd. O, my lord,
Would it not grieve an able man to leave
So sweet a bedfellow? But, conscience, conscience!
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 170O, 'tis a tender place; and I must leave her.

ACT II

SCENE III. An ante-chamber of the QUEEN'S apartments.

ANNENot for that neither: here's the pang that pinches:
His highness having lived so long with her, and she
So good a lady that no tongue could ever
Pronounce dishonour of her; by my life,
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 5She never knew harm-doing: O, now, after
So many courses of the sun enthroned,
Still growing in a majesty and pomp, the which
To leave a thousand-fold more bitter than
'Tis sweet at first to acquire, — after this process,
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 10To give her the avaunt! it is a pity
Would move a monster.
Old LadyHearts of most hard temper
Melt and lament for her.
ANNEO, God's will! much better
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 15She ne'er had known pomp: though't be temporal,
Yet, if that quarrel, fortune, do divorce
It from the bearer, 'tis a sufferance panging
As soul and body's severing.
Old LadyAlas, poor lady!
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 20She's a stranger now again.
ANNESo much the more
Must pity drop upon her. Verily,
I swear, 'tis better to be lowly born,
And range with humble livers in content,
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 25Than to be perk'd up in a glistering grief,
And wear a golden sorrow.
Old LadyOur content
Is our best having.
ANNEBy my troth and maidenhead,
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 30I would not be a queen.
Old LadyBeshrew me, I would,
And venture maidenhead for't; and so would you,
For all this spice of your hypocrisy:
You, that have so fair parts of woman on you,
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 35Have too a woman's heart; which ever yet
Affected eminence, wealth, sovereignty;
Which, to say sooth, are blessings; and which gifts,
Saving your mincing, the capacity
Of your soft cheveril conscience would receive,
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 40If you might please to stretch it.
ANNENay, good troth.
Old LadyYes, troth, and troth; you would not be a queen?
ANNENo, not for all the riches under heaven.
Old Lady:'Tis strange: a three-pence bow'd would hire me,
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 45Old as I am, to queen it: but, I pray you,
What think you of a duchess? have you limbs
To bear that load of title?
ANNENo, in truth.
Old LadyThen you are weakly made: pluck off a little;
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 50I would not be a young count in your way,
For more than blushing comes to: if your back
Cannot vouchsafe this burthen,'tis too weak
Ever to get a boy.
ANNEHow you do talk!
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 55I swear again, I would not be a queen
For all the world.
Old LadyIn faith, for little England
You'ld venture an emballing: I myself
Would for Carnarvonshire, although there long'd
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 60No more to the crown but that. Lo, who comes here?
ChamberlainGood morrow, ladies. What were't worth to know
The secret of your conference?
ANNEMy good lord,
Not your demand; it values not your asking:
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 65Our mistress' sorrows we were pitying.
ChamberlainIt was a gentle business, and becoming
The action of good women: there is hope
All will be well.
ANNENow, I pray God, amen!
ChamberlainAct 2 Sc 3 Ln 70You bear a gentle mind, and heavenly blessings
Follow such creatures. That you may, fair lady,
Perceive I speak sincerely, and high note's
Ta'en of your many virtues, the king's majesty
Commends his good opinion of you, and
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 75Does purpose honour to you no less flowing
Than Marchioness of Pembroke: to which title
A thousand pound a year, annual support,
Out of his grace he adds.
ANNEI do not know
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 80What kind of my obedience I should tender;
More than my all is nothing: nor my prayers
Are not words duly hallow'd, nor my wishes
More worth than empty vanities; yet prayers and wishes
Are all I can return. Beseech your lordship,
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 85Vouchsafe to speak my thanks and my obedience,
As from a blushing handmaid, to his highness;
Whose health and royalty I pray for.
ChamberlainLady,
I shall not fail to approve the fair conceit
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 90The king hath of you.
I have perused her well;
Beauty and honour in her are so mingled
That they have caught the king: and who knows yet
But from this lady may proceed a gem
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 95To lighten all this isle? I'll to the king,
And say I spoke with you.
ANNEMy honour'd lord.
Old LadyWhy, this it is; see, see!
I have been begging sixteen years in court,
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 100Am yet a courtier beggarly, nor could
Come pat betwixt too early and too late
For any suit of pounds; and you, O fate!
A very fresh-fish here — fie, fie, fie upon
This compell'd fortune! — have your mouth fill'd up
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 105Before you open it.
ANNEThis is strange to me.
Old LadyHow tastes it? is it bitter? forty pence, no.
There was a lady once, 'tis an old story,
That would not be a queen, that would she not,
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 110For all the mud in Egypt: have you heard it?
ANNECome, you are pleasant.
Old LadyWith your theme, I could
O'ermount the lark. The Marchioness of Pembroke!
A thousand pounds a year for pure respect!
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 115No other obligation! By my life,
That promises moe thousands: honour's train
Is longer than his foreskirt. By this time
I know your back will bear a duchess: say,
Are you not stronger than you were?
ANNEAct 2 Sc 3 Ln 120Good lady,
Make yourself mirth with your particular fancy,
And leave me out on't. Would I had no being,
If this salute my blood a jot: it faints me,
To think what follows.
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 125The queen is comfortless, and we forgetful
In our long absence: pray, do not deliver
What here you've heard to her.
Old LadyWhat do you think me?

ACT II

SCENE IV. A hall in Black-Friars.

CARDINAL WOLSEYWhilst our commission from Rome is read,
Let silence be commanded.
KING HENRY VIIIWhat's the need?
It hath already publicly been read,
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 5And on all sides the authority allow'd;
You may, then, spare that time.
CARDINAL WOLSEYBe't so. Proceed.
ScribeSay, Henry King of England, come into the court.
CrierHenry King of England, &c.
KING HENRY VIIIAct 2 Sc 4 Ln 10Here.
ScribeSay, Katharine Queen of England, come into the court.
CrierKatharine Queen of England, &c.
QUEEN KATHARINESir, I desire you do me right and justice;
And to bestow your pity on me: for
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 15I am a most poor woman, and a stranger,
Born out of your dominions; having here
No judge indifferent, nor no more assurance
Of equal friendship and proceeding. Alas, sir,
In what have I offended you? what cause
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 20Hath my behavior given to your displeasure,
That thus you should proceed to put me off,
And take your good grace from me? Heaven witness,
I have been to you a true and humble wife,
At all times to your will conformable;
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 25Ever in fear to kindle your dislike,
Yea, subject to your countenance, glad or sorry
As I saw it inclined: when was the hour
I ever contradicted your desire,
Or made it not mine too? Or which of your friends
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 30Have I not strove to love, although I knew
He were mine enemy? what friend of mine
That had to him derived your anger, did I
Continue in my liking? nay, gave notice
He was from thence discharged. Sir, call to mind
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 35That I have been your wife, in this obedience,
Upward of twenty years, and have been blest
With many children by you: if, in the course
And process of this time, you can report,
And prove it too, against mine honour aught,
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 40My bond to wedlock, or my love and duty,
Against your sacred person, in God's name,
Turn me away; and let the foul'st contempt
Shut door upon me, and so give me up
To the sharp'st kind of justice. Please you sir,
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 45The king, your father, was reputed for
A prince most prudent, of an excellent
And unmatch'd wit and judgment: Ferdinand,
My father, king of Spain, was reckon'd one
The wisest prince that there had reign'd by many
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 50A year before: it is not to be question'd
That they had gather'd a wise council to them
Of every realm, that did debate this business,
Who deem'd our marriage lawful: wherefore I humbly
Beseech you, sir, to spare me, till I may
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 55Be by my friends in Spain advised; whose counsel
I will implore: if not, i' the name of God,
Your pleasure be fulfill'd!
CARDINAL WOLSEYYou have here, lady,
And of your choice, these reverend fathers; men
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 60Of singular integrity and learning,
Yea, the elect o' the land, who are assembled
To plead your cause: it shall be therefore bootless
That longer you desire the court; as well
For your own quiet, as to rectify
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 65What is unsettled in the king.
CARDINAL CAMPEIUSHis grace
Hath spoken well and justly: therefore, madam,
It's fit this royal session do proceed;
And that, without delay, their arguments
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 70Be now produced and heard.
QUEEN KATHARINELord cardinal,
To you I speak.
CARDINAL WOLSEYYour pleasure, madam?
QUEEN KATHARINESir,
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 75I am about to weep; but, thinking that
We are a queen, or long have dream'd so, certain
The daughter of a king, my drops of tears
I'll turn to sparks of fire.
CARDINAL WOLSEYBe patient yet.
QUEEN KATHARINEAct 2 Sc 4 Ln 80I will, when you are humble; nay, before,
Or God will punish me. I do believe,
Induced by potent circumstances, that
You are mine enemy, and make my challenge
You shall not be my judge: for it is you
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 85Have blown this coal betwixt my lord and me;
Which God's dew quench! Therefore I say again,
I utterly abhor, yea, from my soul
Refuse you for my judge; whom, yet once more,
I hold my most malicious foe, and think not
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 90At all a friend to truth.
CARDINAL WOLSEYI do profess
You speak not like yourself; who ever yet
Have stood to charity, and display'd the effects
Of disposition gentle, and of wisdom
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 95O'ertopping woman's power. Madam, you do me wrong:
I have no spleen against you; nor injustice
For you or any: how far I have proceeded,
Or how far further shall, is warranted
By a commission from the consistory,
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 100Yea, the whole consistory of Rome. You charge me
That I have blown this coal: I do deny it:
The king is present: if it be known to him
That I gainsay my deed, how may he wound,
And worthily, my falsehood! yea, as much
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 105As you have done my truth. If he know
That I am free of your report, he knows
I am not of your wrong. Therefore in him
It lies to cure me: and the cure is, to
Remove these thoughts from you: the which before
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 110His highness shall speak in, I do beseech
You, gracious madam, to unthink your speaking
And to say so no more.
QUEEN KATHARINEMy lord, my lord,
I am a simple woman, much too weak
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 115To oppose your cunning. You're meek and
humble-mouth'd;
You sign your place and calling, in full seeming,
With meekness and humility; but your heart
Is cramm'd with arrogancy, spleen, and pride.
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 120You have, by fortune and his highness' favours,
Gone slightly o'er low steps and now are mounted
Where powers are your retainers, and your words,
Domestics to you, serve your will as't please
Yourself pronounce their office. I must tell you,
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 125You tender more your person's honour than
Your high profession spiritual: that again
I do refuse you for my judge; and here,
Before you all, appeal unto the pope,
To bring my whole cause 'fore his holiness,
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 130And to be judged by him.
CARDINAL CAMPEIUSThe queen is obstinate,
Stubborn to justice, apt to accuse it, and
Disdainful to be tried by't: 'tis not well.
She's going away.
KING HENRY VIIIAct 2 Sc 4 Ln 135Call her again.
CrierKatharine Queen of England, come into the court.
GRIFFITHMadam, you are call'd back.
QUEEN KATHARINEWhat need you note it? pray you, keep your way:
When you are call'd, return. Now, the Lord help,
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 140They vex me past my patience! Pray you, pass on:
I will not tarry; no, nor ever more
Upon this business my appearance make
In any of their courts.
KING HENRY VIIIGo thy ways, Kate:
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 145That man i' the world who shall report he has
A better wife, let him in nought be trusted,
For speaking false in that: thou art, alone,
If thy rare qualities, sweet gentleness,
Thy meekness saint-like, wife-like government,
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 150Obeying in commanding, and thy parts
Sovereign and pious else, could speak thee out,
The queen of earthly queens: she's noble born;
And, like her true nobility, she has
Carried herself towards me.
CARDINAL WOLSEYAct 2 Sc 4 Ln 155Most gracious sir,
In humblest manner I require your highness,
That it shall please you to declare, in hearing
Of all these ears, — for where I am robb'd and bound,
There must I be unloosed, although not there
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 160At once and fully satisfied, — whether ever I
Did broach this business to your highness; or
Laid any scruple in your way, which might
Induce you to the question on't? or ever
Have to you, but with thanks to God for such
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 165A royal lady, spake one the least word that might
Be to the prejudice of her present state,
Or touch of her good person?
KING HENRY VIIIMy lord cardinal,
I do excuse you; yea, upon mine honour,
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 170I free you from't. You are not to be taught
That you have many enemies, that know not
Why they are so, but, like to village-curs,
Bark when their fellows do: by some of these
The queen is put in anger. You're excused:
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 175But will you be more justified? You ever
Have wish'd the sleeping of this business; never desired
It to be stirr'd; but oft have hinder'd, oft,
The passages made toward it: on my honour,
I speak my good lord cardinal to this point,
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 180And thus far clear him. Now, what moved me to't,
I will be bold with time and your attention:
Then mark the inducement. Thus it came; give heed to't:
My conscience first received a tenderness,
Scruple, and prick, on certain speeches utter'd
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 185By the Bishop of Bayonne, then French ambassador;
Who had been hither sent on the debating
A marriage 'twixt the Duke of Orleans and
Our daughter Mary: i' the progress of this business,
Ere a determinate resolution, he,
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 190I mean the bishop, did require a respite;
Wherein he might the king his lord advertise
Whether our daughter were legitimate,
Respecting this our marriage with the dowager,
Sometimes our brother's wife. This respite shook
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 195The bosom of my conscience, enter'd me,
Yea, with a splitting power, and made to tremble
The region of my breast; which forced such way,
That many mazed considerings did throng
And press'd in with this caution. First, methought
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 200I stood not in the smile of heaven; who had
Commanded nature, that my lady's womb,
If it conceived a male child by me, should
Do no more offices of life to't than
The grave does to the dead; for her male issue
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 205Or died where they were made, or shortly after
This world had air'd them: hence I took a thought,
This was a judgment on me; that my kingdom,
Well worthy the best heir o' the world, should not
Be gladded in't by me: then follows, that
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 210I weigh'd the danger which my realms stood in
By this my issue's fail; and that gave to me
Many a groaning throe. Thus hulling in
The wild sea of my conscience, I did steer
Toward this remedy, whereupon we are
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 215Now present here together: that's to say,
I meant to rectify my conscience, — which
I then did feel full sick, and yet not well, —
By all the reverend fathers of the land
And doctors learn'd: first I began in private
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 220With you, my Lord of Lincoln; you remember
How under my oppression I did reek,
When I first moved you.
LINCOLNVery well, my liege.
KING HENRY VIIII have spoke long: be pleased yourself to say
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 225How far you satisfied me.
LINCOLNSo please your highness,
The question did at first so stagger me,
Bearing a state of mighty moment in't
And consequence of dread, that I committed
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 230The daring'st counsel which I had to doubt;
And did entreat your highness to this course
Which you are running here.
KING HENRY VIIII then moved you,
My Lord of Canterbury; and got your leave
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 235To make this present summons: unsolicited
I left no reverend person in this court;
But by particular consent proceeded
Under your hands and seals: therefore, go on:
For no dislike i' the world against the person
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 240Of the good queen, but the sharp thorny points
Of my alleged reasons, drive this forward:
Prove but our marriage lawful, by my life
And kingly dignity, we are contented
To wear our mortal state to come with her,
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 245Katharine our queen, before the primest creature
That's paragon'd o' the world.
CARDINAL CAMPEIUSSo please your highness,
The queen being absent, 'tis a needful fitness
That we adjourn this court till further day:
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 250Meanwhile must be an earnest motion
Made to the queen, to call back her appeal
She intends unto his holiness.
KING HENRY VIII I may perceive
These cardinals trifle with me: I abhor
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 255This dilatory sloth and tricks of Rome.
My learn'd and well-beloved servant, Cranmer,
Prithee, return: with thy approach, I know,
My comfort comes along. Break up the court:
I say, set on.

ACT III

SCENE I. London. QUEEN KATHARINE's apartments.

QUEEN KATHARINETake thy lute, wench: my soul grows sad with troubles;
Sing, and disperse 'em, if thou canst: leave working.
Orpheus with his lute made trees,
And the mountain tops that freeze,
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 5Bow themselves when he did sing:
To his music plants and flowers
Ever sprung; as sun and showers
There had made a lasting spring.
Every thing that heard him play,
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 10Even the billows of the sea,
Hung their heads, and then lay by.
In sweet music is such art,
Killing care and grief of heart
Fall asleep, or hearing, die.
QUEEN KATHARINEAct 3 Sc 1 Ln 15How now!
GentlemanAn't please your grace, the two great cardinals
Wait in the presence.
QUEEN KATHARINEWould they speak with me?
GentlemanThey will'd me say so, madam.
QUEEN KATHARINEAct 3 Sc 1 Ln 20Pray their graces
To come near.
What can be their business
With me, a poor weak woman, fall'n from favour?
I do not like their coming. Now I think on't,
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 25They should be good men; their affairs as righteous:
But all hoods make not monks.
CARDINAL WOLSEYPeace to your highness!
QUEEN KATHARINEYour graces find me here part of a housewife,
I would be all, against the worst may happen.
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 30What are your pleasures with me, reverend lords?
CARDINAL WOLSEYMay it please you noble madam, to withdraw
Into your private chamber, we shall give you
The full cause of our coming.
QUEEN KATHARINESpeak it here:
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 35There's nothing I have done yet, o' my conscience,
Deserves a corner: would all other women
Could speak this with as free a soul as I do!
My lords, I care not, so much I am happy
Above a number, if my actions
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 40Were tried by every tongue, every eye saw 'em,
Envy and base opinion set against 'em,
I know my life so even. If your business
Seek me out, and that way I am wife in,
Out with it boldly: truth loves open dealing.
CARDINAL WOLSEYAct 3 Sc 1 Ln 45Tanta est erga te mentis integritas, regina
serenissima, —
QUEEN KATHARINEO, good my lord, no Latin;
I am not such a truant since my coming,
As not to know the language I have lived in:
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 50A strange tongue makes my cause more strange,
suspicious;
Pray, speak in English: here are some will thank you,
If you speak truth, for their poor mistress' sake;
Believe me, she has had much wrong: lord cardinal,
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 55The willing'st sin I ever yet committed
May be absolved in English.
CARDINAL WOLSEYNoble lady,
I am sorry my integrity should breed,
And service to his majesty and you,
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 60So deep suspicion, where all faith was meant.
We come not by the way of accusation,
To taint that honour every good tongue blesses,
Nor to betray you any way to sorrow,
You have too much, good lady; but to know
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 65How you stand minded in the weighty difference
Between the king and you; and to deliver,
Like free and honest men, our just opinions
And comforts to your cause.
CARDINAL CAMPEIUSMost honour'd madam,
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 70My Lord of York, out of his noble nature,
Zeal and obedience he still bore your grace,
Forgetting, like a good man your late censure
Both of his truth and him, which was too far,
Offers, as I do, in a sign of peace,
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 75His service and his counsel.
QUEEN KATHARINE To betray me. —
My lords, I thank you both for your good wills;
Ye speak like honest men; pray God, ye prove so!
But how to make ye suddenly an answer,
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 80In such a point of weight, so near mine honour, —
More near my life, I fear, — with my weak wit,
And to such men of gravity and learning,
In truth, I know not. I was set at work
Among my maids: full little, God knows, looking
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 85Either for such men or such business.
For her sake that I have been, — for I feel
The last fit of my greatness, — good your graces,
Let me have time and counsel for my cause:
Alas, I am a woman, friendless, hopeless!
CARDINAL WOLSEYAct 3 Sc 1 Ln 90Madam, you wrong the king's love with these fears:
Your hopes and friends are infinite.
QUEEN KATHARINEIn England
But little for my profit: can you think, lords,
That any Englishman dare give me counsel?
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 95Or be a known friend, 'gainst his highness' pleasure,
Though he be grown so desperate to be honest,
And live a subject? Nay, forsooth, my friends,
They that must weigh out my afflictions,
They that my trust must grow to, live not here:
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 100They are, as all my other comforts, far hence
In mine own country, lords.
CARDINAL CAMPEIUSI would your grace
Would leave your griefs, and take my counsel.
QUEEN KATHARINEHow, sir?
CARDINAL CAMPEIUSAct 3 Sc 1 Ln 105Put your main cause into the king's protection;
He's loving and most gracious: 'twill be much
Both for your honour better and your cause;
For if the trial of the law o'ertake ye,
You'll part away disgraced.
CARDINAL WOLSEYAct 3 Sc 1 Ln 110He tells you rightly.
QUEEN KATHARINEYe tell me what ye wish for both, — my ruin:
Is this your Christian counsel? out upon ye!
Heaven is above all yet; there sits a judge
That no king can corrupt.
CARDINAL CAMPEIUSAct 3 Sc 1 Ln 115Your rage mistakes us.
QUEEN KATHARINEThe more shame for ye: holy men I thought ye,
Upon my soul, two reverend cardinal virtues;
But cardinal sins and hollow hearts I fear ye:
Mend 'em, for shame, my lords. Is this your comfort?
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 120The cordial that ye bring a wretched lady,
A woman lost among ye, laugh'd at, scorn'd?
I will not wish ye half my miseries;
I have more charity: but say, I warn'd ye;
Take heed, for heaven's sake, take heed, lest at once
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 125The burthen of my sorrows fall upon ye.
CARDINAL WOLSEYMadam, this is a mere distraction;
You turn the good we offer into envy.
QUEEN KATHARINEYe turn me into nothing: woe upon ye
And all such false professors! would you have me —
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 130If you have any justice, any pity;
If ye be any thing but churchmen's habits —
Put my sick cause into his hands that hates me?
Alas, has banish'd me his bed already,
His love, too long ago! I am old, my lords,
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 135And all the fellowship I hold now with him
Is only my obedience. What can happen
To me above this wretchedness? all your studies
Make me a curse like this.
CARDINAL CAMPEIUSYour fears are worse.
QUEEN KATHARINEAct 3 Sc 1 Ln 140Have I lived thus long — let me speak myself,
Since virtue finds no friends — a wife, a true one?
A woman, I dare say without vain-glory,
Never yet branded with suspicion?
Have I with all my full affections
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 145Still met the king? loved him next heaven?
obey'd him?
Been, out of fondness, superstitious to him?
Almost forgot my prayers to content him?
And am I thus rewarded? 'tis not well, lords.
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 150Bring me a constant woman to her husband,
One that ne'er dream'd a joy beyond his pleasure;
And to that woman, when she has done most,
Yet will I add an honour, a great patience.
CARDINAL WOLSEYMadam, you wander from the good we aim at.
QUEEN KATHARINEAct 3 Sc 1 Ln 155My lord, I dare not make myself so guilty,
To give up willingly that noble title
Your master wed me to: nothing but death
Shall e'er divorce my dignities.
CARDINAL WOLSEYPray, hear me.
QUEEN KATHARINEAct 3 Sc 1 Ln 160Would I had never trod this English earth,
Or felt the flatteries that grow upon it!
Ye have angels' faces, but heaven knows your hearts.
What will become of me now, wretched lady!
I am the most unhappy woman living.
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 165Alas, poor wenches, where are now your fortunes!
Shipwreck'd upon a kingdom, where no pity,
No friend, no hope; no kindred weep for me;
Almost no grave allow'd me: like the lily,
That once was mistress of the field and flourish'd,
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 170I'll hang my head and perish.
CARDINAL WOLSEYIf your grace
Could but be brought to know our ends are honest,
You'ld feel more comfort: why should we, good lady,
Upon what cause, wrong you? alas, our places,
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 175The way of our profession is against it:
We are to cure such sorrows, not to sow 'em.
For goodness' sake, consider what you do;
How you may hurt yourself, ay, utterly
Grow from the king's acquaintance, by this carriage.
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 180The hearts of princes kiss obedience,
So much they love it; but to stubborn spirits
They swell, and grow as terrible as storms.
I know you have a gentle, noble temper,
A soul as even as a calm: pray, think us
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 185Those we profess, peace-makers, friends, and servants.
CARDINAL CAMPEIUSMadam, you'll find it so. You wrong your virtues
With these weak women's fears: a noble spirit,
As yours was put into you, ever casts
Such doubts, as false coin, from it. The king loves you;
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 190Beware you lose it not: for us, if you please
To trust us in your business, we are ready
To use our utmost studies in your service.
QUEEN KATHARINEDo what ye will, my lords: and, pray, forgive me,
If I have used myself unmannerly;
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 195You know I am a woman, lacking wit
To make a seemly answer to such persons.
Pray, do my service to his majesty:
He has my heart yet; and shall have my prayers
While I shall have my life. Come, reverend fathers,
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 200Bestow your counsels on me: she now begs,
That little thought, when she set footing here,
She should have bought her dignities so dear.

ACT III

SCENE II. Ante-chamber to KING HENRY VIII's apartment.

NORFOLKIf you will now unite in your complaints,
And force them with a constancy, the cardinal
Cannot stand under them: if you omit
The offer of this time, I cannot promise
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 5But that you shall sustain moe new disgraces,
With these you bear already.
SURREYI am joyful
To meet the least occasion that may give me
Remembrance of my father-in-law, the duke,
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 10To be revenged on him.
SUFFOLKWhich of the peers
Have uncontemn'd gone by him, or at least
Strangely neglected? when did he regard
The stamp of nobleness in any person
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 15Out of himself?
ChamberlainMy lords, you speak your pleasures:
What he deserves of you and me I know;
What we can do to him, though now the time
Gives way to us, I much fear. If you cannot
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 20Bar his access to the king, never attempt
Any thing on him; for he hath a witchcraft
Over the king in's tongue.
NORFOLKO, fear him not;
His spell in that is out: the king hath found
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 25Matter against him that for ever mars
The honey of his language. No, he's settled,
Not to come off, in his displeasure.
SURREYSir,
I should be glad to hear such news as this
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 30Once every hour.
NORFOLKBelieve it, this is true:
In the divorce his contrary proceedings
Are all unfolded wherein he appears
As I would wish mine enemy.
SURREYAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 35How came
His practises to light?
SUFFOLKMost strangely.
SURREYO, how, how?
SUFFOLKThe cardinal's letters to the pope miscarried,
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 40And came to the eye o' the king: wherein was read,
How that the cardinal did entreat his holiness
To stay the judgment o' the divorce; for if
It did take place, 'I do,' quoth he, 'perceive
My king is tangled in affection to
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 45A creature of the queen's, Lady Anne Bullen.'
SURREYHas the king this?
SUFFOLKBelieve it.
SURREYWill this work?
ChamberlainThe king in this perceives him, how he coasts
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 50And hedges his own way. But in this point
All his tricks founder, and he brings his physic
After his patient's death: the king already
Hath married the fair lady.
SURREYWould he had!
SUFFOLKAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 55May you be happy in your wish, my lord
For, I profess, you have it.
SURREYNow, all my joy
Trace the conjunction!
SUFFOLKMy amen to't!
NORFOLKAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 60All men's!
SUFFOLKThere's order given for her coronation:
Marry, this is yet but young, and may be left
To some ears unrecounted. But, my lords,
She is a gallant creature, and complete
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 65In mind and feature: I persuade me, from her
Will fall some blessing to this land, which shall
In it be memorised.
SURREYBut, will the king
Digest this letter of the cardinal's?
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 70The Lord forbid!
NORFOLKMarry, amen!
SUFFOLKNo, no;
There be moe wasps that buzz about his nose
Will make this sting the sooner. Cardinal Campeius
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 75Is stol'n away to Rome; hath ta'en no leave;
Has left the cause o' the king unhandled; and
Is posted, as the agent of our cardinal,
To second all his plot. I do assure you
The king cried Ha! at this.
ChamberlainAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 80Now, God incense him,
And let him cry Ha! louder!
NORFOLKBut, my lord,
When returns Cranmer?
SUFFOLKHe is return'd in his opinions; which
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 85Have satisfied the king for his divorce,
Together with all famous colleges
Almost in Christendom: shortly, I believe,
His second marriage shall be publish'd, and
Her coronation. Katharine no more
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 90Shall be call'd queen, but princess dowager
And widow to Prince Arthur.
NORFOLKThis same Cranmer's
A worthy fellow, and hath ta'en much pain
In the king's business.
SUFFOLKAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 95He has; and we shall see him
For it an archbishop.
NORFOLKSo I hear.
SUFFOLK'Tis so.
The cardinal!
NORFOLKAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 100Observe, observe, he's moody.
CARDINAL WOLSEYThe packet, Cromwell.
Gave't you the king?
CROMWELLTo his own hand, in's bedchamber.
CARDINAL WOLSEYLook'd he o' the inside of the paper?
CROMWELLAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 105Presently
He did unseal them: and the first he view'd,
He did it with a serious mind; a heed
Was in his countenance. You he bade
Attend him here this morning.
CARDINAL WOLSEYAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 110Is he ready
To come abroad?
CROMWELLI think, by this he is.
CARDINAL WOLSEYLeave me awhile.
It shall be to the Duchess of Alencon,
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 115The French king's sister: he shall marry her.
Anne Bullen! No; I'll no Anne Bullens for him:
There's more in't than fair visage. Bullen!
No, we'll no Bullens. Speedily I wish
To hear from Rome. The Marchioness of Pembroke!
NORFOLKAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 120He's discontented.
SUFFOLKMay be, he hears the king
Does whet his anger to him.
SURREYSharp enough,
Lord, for thy justice!
CARDINAL WOLSEYAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 125 The late queen's gentlewoman,
a knight's daughter,
To be her mistress' mistress! the queen's queen!
This candle burns not clear: 'tis I must snuff it;
Then out it goes. What though I know her virtuous
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 130And well deserving? yet I know her for
A spleeny Lutheran; and not wholesome to
Our cause, that she should lie i' the bosom of
Our hard-ruled king. Again, there is sprung up
An heretic, an arch one, Cranmer; one
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 135Hath crawl'd into the favour of the king,
And is his oracle.
NORFOLKHe is vex'd at something.
SURREYI would 'twere something that would fret the string,
The master-cord on's heart!
SUFFOLKAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 140The king, the king!
KING HENRY VIIIWhat piles of wealth hath he accumulated
To his own portion! and what expense by the hour
Seems to flow from him! How, i' the name of thrift,
Does he rake this together! Now, my lords,
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 145Saw you the cardinal?
NORFOLKMy lord, we have
Stood here observing him: some strange commotion
Is in his brain: he bites his lip, and starts;
Stops on a sudden, looks upon the ground,
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 150Then lays his finger on his temple, straight
Springs out into fast gait; then stops again,
Strikes his breast hard, and anon he casts
His eye against the moon: in most strange postures
We have seen him set himself.
KING HENRY VIIIAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 155It may well be;
There is a mutiny in's mind. This morning
Papers of state he sent me to peruse,
As I required: and wot you what I found
There, — on my conscience, put unwittingly?
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 160Forsooth, an inventory, thus importing;
The several parcels of his plate, his treasure,
Rich stuffs, and ornaments of household; which
I find at such proud rate, that it out-speaks
Possession of a subject.
NORFOLKAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 165It's heaven's will:
Some spirit put this paper in the packet,
To bless your eye withal.
KING HENRY VIIIIf we did think
His contemplation were above the earth,
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 170And fix'd on spiritual object, he should still
Dwell in his musings: but I am afraid
His thinkings are below the moon, not worth
His serious considering.
CARDINAL WOLSEYHeaven forgive me!
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 175Ever God bless your highness!
KING HENRY VIIIGood my lord,
You are full of heavenly stuff, and bear the inventory
Of your best graces in your mind; the which
You were now running o'er: you have scarce time
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 180To steal from spiritual leisure a brief span
To keep your earthly audit: sure, in that
I deem you an ill husband, and am glad
To have you therein my companion.
CARDINAL WOLSEYSir,
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 185For holy offices I have a time; a time
To think upon the part of business which
I bear i' the state; and nature does require
Her times of preservation, which perforce
I, her frail son, amongst my brethren mortal,
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 190Must give my tendence to.
KING HENRY VIIIYou have said well.
CARDINAL WOLSEYAnd ever may your highness yoke together,
As I will lend you cause, my doing well
With my well saying!
KING HENRY VIIIAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 195'Tis well said again;
And 'tis a kind of good deed to say well:
And yet words are no deeds. My father loved you:
His said he did; and with his deed did crown
His word upon you. Since I had my office,
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 200I have kept you next my heart; have not alone
Employ'd you where high profits might come home,
But pared my present havings, to bestow
My bounties upon you.
CARDINAL WOLSEY What should this mean?
SURREYAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 205 The Lord increase this business!
KING HENRY VIIIHave I not made you,
The prime man of the state? I pray you, tell me,
If what I now pronounce you have found true:
And, if you may confess it, say withal,
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 210If you are bound to us or no. What say you?
CARDINAL WOLSEYMy sovereign, I confess your royal graces,
Shower'd on me daily, have been more than could
My studied purposes requite; which went
Beyond all man's endeavours: my endeavours
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 215Have ever come too short of my desires,
Yet filed with my abilities: mine own ends
Have been mine so that evermore they pointed
To the good of your most sacred person and
The profit of the state. For your great graces
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 220Heap'd upon me, poor undeserver, I
Can nothing render but allegiant thanks,
My prayers to heaven for you, my loyalty,
Which ever has and ever shall be growing,
Till death, that winter, kill it.
KING HENRY VIIIAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 225Fairly answer'd;
A loyal and obedient subject is
Therein illustrated: the honour of it
Does pay the act of it; as, i' the contrary,
The foulness is the punishment. I presume
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 230That, as my hand has open'd bounty to you,
My heart dropp'd love, my power rain'd honour, more
On you than any; so your hand and heart,
Your brain, and every function of your power,
Should, notwithstanding that your bond of duty,
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 235As 'twere in love's particular, be more
To me, your friend, than any.
CARDINAL WOLSEYI do profess
That for your highness' good I ever labour'd
More than mine own; that am, have, and will be —
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 240Though all the world should crack their duty to you,
And throw it from their soul; though perils did
Abound, as thick as thought could make 'em, and
Appear in forms more horrid, — yet my duty,
As doth a rock against the chiding flood,
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 245Should the approach of this wild river break,
And stand unshaken yours.
KING HENRY VIII'Tis nobly spoken:
Take notice, lords, he has a loyal breast,
For you have seen him open't. Read o'er this;
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 250And after, this: and then to breakfast with
What appetite you have.
CARDINAL WOLSEYWhat should this mean?
What sudden anger's this? how have I reap'd it?
He parted frowning from me, as if ruin
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 255Leap'd from his eyes: so looks the chafed lion
Upon the daring huntsman that has gall'd him;
Then makes him nothing. I must read this paper;
I fear, the story of his anger. 'Tis so;
This paper has undone me: 'tis the account
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 260Of all that world of wealth I have drawn together
For mine own ends; indeed, to gain the popedom,
And fee my friends in Rome. O negligence!
Fit for a fool to fall by: what cross devil
Made me put this main secret in the packet
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 265I sent the king? Is there no way to cure this?
No new device to beat this from his brains?
I know 'twill stir him strongly; yet I know
A way, if it take right, in spite of fortune
Will bring me off again. What's this? 'To the Pope!'
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 270The letter, as I live, with all the business
I writ to's holiness. Nay then, farewell!
I have touch'd the highest point of all my greatness;
And, from that full meridian of my glory,
I haste now to my setting: I shall fall
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 275Like a bright exhalation m the evening,
And no man see me more.
NORFOLKHear the king's pleasure, cardinal: who commands you
To render up the great seal presently
Into our hands; and to confine yourself
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 280To Asher House, my Lord of Winchester's,
Till you hear further from his highness.
CARDINAL WOLSEYStay:
Where's your commission, lords? words cannot carry
Authority so weighty.
SUFFOLKAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 285Who dare cross 'em,
Bearing the king's will from his mouth expressly?
CARDINAL WOLSEYTill I find more than will or words to do it,
I mean your malice, know, officious lords,
I dare and must deny it. Now I feel
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 290Of what coarse metal ye are moulded, envy:
How eagerly ye follow my disgraces,
As if it fed ye! and how sleek and wanton
Ye appear in every thing may bring my ruin!
Follow your envious courses, men of malice;
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 295You have Christian warrant for 'em, and, no doubt,
In time will find their fit rewards. That seal,
You ask with such a violence, the king,
Mine and your master, with his own hand gave me;
Bade me enjoy it, with the place and honours,
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 300During my life; and, to confirm his goodness,
Tied it by letters-patents: now, who'll take it?
SURREYThe king, that gave it.
CARDINAL WOLSEYIt must be himself, then.
SURREYThou art a proud traitor, priest.
CARDINAL WOLSEYAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 305Proud lord, thou liest:
Within these forty hours Surrey durst better
Have burnt that tongue than said so.
SURREYThy ambition,
Thou scarlet sin, robb'd this bewailing land
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 310Of noble Buckingham, my father-in-law:
The heads of all thy brother cardinals,
With thee and all thy best parts bound together,
Weigh'd not a hair of his. Plague of your policy!
You sent me deputy for Ireland;
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 315Far from his succor, from the king, from all
That might have mercy on the fault thou gavest him;
Whilst your great goodness, out of holy pity,
Absolved him with an axe.
CARDINAL WOLSEYThis, and all else
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 320This talking lord can lay upon my credit,
I answer is most false. The duke by law
Found his deserts: how innocent I was
From any private malice in his end,
His noble jury and foul cause can witness.
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 325If I loved many words, lord, I should tell you
You have as little honesty as honour,
That in the way of loyalty and truth
Toward the king, my ever royal master,
Dare mate a sounder man than Surrey can be,
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 330And all that love his follies.
SURREYBy my soul,
Your long coat, priest, protects you; thou
shouldst feel
My sword i' the life-blood of thee else. My lords,
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 335Can ye endure to hear this arrogance?
And from this fellow? if we live thus tamely,
To be thus jaded by a piece of scarlet,
Farewell nobility; let his grace go forward,
And dare us with his cap like larks.
CARDINAL WOLSEYAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 340All goodness
Is poison to thy stomach.
SURREYYes, that goodness
Of gleaning all the land's wealth into one,
Into your own hands, cardinal, by extortion;
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 345The goodness of your intercepted packets
You writ to the pope against the king: your goodness,
Since you provoke me, shall be most notorious.
My Lord of Norfolk, as you are truly noble,
As you respect the common good, the state
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 350Of our despised nobility, our issues,
Who, if he live, will scarce be gentlemen,
Produce the grand sum of his sins, the articles
Collected from his life. I'll startle you
Worse than the scaring bell, when the brown wench
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 355Lay kissing in your arms, lord cardinal.
CARDINAL WOLSEYHow much, methinks, I could despise this man,
But that I am bound in charity against it!
NORFOLKThose articles, my lord, are in the king's hand:
But, thus much, they are foul ones.
CARDINAL WOLSEYAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 360So much fairer
And spotless shall mine innocence arise,
When the king knows my truth.
SURREYThis cannot save you:
I thank my memory, I yet remember
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 365Some of these articles; and out they shall.
Now, if you can blush and cry 'guilty,' cardinal,
You'll show a little honesty.
CARDINAL WOLSEYSpeak on, sir;
I dare your worst objections: if I blush,
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 370It is to see a nobleman want manners.
SURREYI had rather want those than my head. Have at you!
First, that, without the king's assent or knowledge,
You wrought to be a legate; by which power
You maim'd the jurisdiction of all bishops.
NORFOLKAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 375Then, that in all you writ to Rome, or else
To foreign princes, 'Ego et Rex meus'
Was still inscribed; in which you brought the king
To be your servant.
SUFFOLKThen that, without the knowledge
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 380Either of king or council, when you went
Ambassador to the emperor, you made bold
To carry into Flanders the great seal.
SURREYItem, you sent a large commission
To Gregory de Cassado, to conclude,
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 385Without the king's will or the state's allowance,
A league between his highness and Ferrara.
SUFFOLKThat, out of mere ambition, you have caused
Your holy hat to be stamp'd on the king's coin.
SURREYThen that you have sent innumerable substance —
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 390By what means got, I leave to your own conscience —
To furnish Rome, and to prepare the ways
You have for dignities; to the mere undoing
Of all the kingdom. Many more there are;
Which, since they are of you, and odious,
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 395I will not taint my mouth with.
ChamberlainO my lord,
Press not a falling man too far! 'tis virtue:
His faults lie open to the laws; let them,
Not you, correct him. My heart weeps to see him
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 400So little of his great self.
SURREYI forgive him.
SUFFOLKLord cardinal, the king's further pleasure is,
Because all those things you have done of late,
By your power legatine, within this kingdom,
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 405Fall into the compass of a praemunire,
That therefore such a writ be sued against you;
To forfeit all your goods, lands, tenements,
Chattels, and whatsoever, and to be
Out of the king's protection. This is my charge.
NORFOLKAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 410And so we'll leave you to your meditations
How to live better. For your stubborn answer
About the giving back the great seal to us,
The king shall know it, and, no doubt, shall thank you.
So fare you well, my little good lord cardinal.
CARDINAL WOLSEYAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 415So farewell to the little good you bear me.
Farewell! a long farewell, to all my greatness!
This is the state of man: to-day he puts forth
The tender leaves of hopes; to-morrow blossoms,
And bears his blushing honours thick upon him;
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 420The third day comes a frost, a killing frost,
And, when he thinks, good easy man, full surely
His greatness is a-ripening, nips his root,
And then he falls, as I do. I have ventured,
Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders,
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 425This many summers in a sea of glory,
But far beyond my depth: my high-blown pride
At length broke under me and now has left me,
Weary and old with service, to the mercy
Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 430Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye:
I feel my heart new open'd. O, how wretched
Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours!
There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to,
That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin,
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 435More pangs and fears than wars or women have:
And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer,
Never to hope again.
Why, how now, Cromwell!
CROMWELLI have no power to speak, sir.
CARDINAL WOLSEYAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 440What, amazed
At my misfortunes? can thy spirit wonder
A great man should decline? Nay, an you weep,
I am fall'n indeed.
CROMWELLHow does your grace?
CARDINAL WOLSEYAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 445Why, well;
Never so truly happy, my good Cromwell.
I know myself now; and I feel within me
A peace above all earthly dignities,
A still and quiet conscience. The king has cured me,
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 450I humbly thank his grace; and from these shoulders,
These ruin'd pillars, out of pity, taken
A load would sink a navy, too much honour:
O, 'tis a burthen, Cromwell, 'tis a burthen
Too heavy for a man that hopes for heaven!
CROMWELLAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 455I am glad your grace has made that right use of it.
CARDINAL WOLSEYI hope I have: I am able now, methinks,
Out of a fortitude of soul I feel,
To endure more miseries and greater far
Than my weak-hearted enemies dare offer.
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 460What news abroad?
CROMWELLThe heaviest and the worst
Is your displeasure with the king.
CARDINAL WOLSEYGod bless him!
CROMWELLThe next is, that Sir Thomas More is chosen
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 465Lord chancellor in your place.
CARDINAL WOLSEYThat's somewhat sudden:
But he's a learned man. May he continue
Long in his highness' favour, and do justice
For truth's sake and his conscience; that his bones,
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 470When he has run his course and sleeps in blessings,
May have a tomb of orphans' tears wept on em! What more?
CROMWELLThat Cranmer is return'd with welcome,
Install'd lord archbishop of Canterbury.
CARDINAL WOLSEYThat's news indeed.
CROMWELLAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 475Last, that the Lady Anne,
Whom the king hath in secrecy long married,
This day was view'd in open as his queen,
Going to chapel; and the voice is now
Only about her coronation.
CARDINAL WOLSEYAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 480There was the weight that pull'd me down. O Cromwell,
The king has gone beyond me: all my glories
In that one woman I have lost for ever:
No sun shall ever usher forth mine honours,
Or gild again the noble troops that waited
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 485Upon my smiles. Go, get thee from me, Cromwell;
I am a poor fall'n man, unworthy now
To be thy lord and master: seek the king;
That sun, I pray, may never set! I have told him
What and how true thou art: he will advance thee;
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 490Some little memory of me will stir him —
I know his noble nature — not to let
Thy hopeful service perish too: good Cromwell,
Neglect him not; make use now, and provide
For thine own future safety.
CROMWELLAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 495O my lord,
Must I, then, leave you? must I needs forego
So good, so noble and so true a master?
Bear witness, all that have not hearts of iron,
With what a sorrow Cromwell leaves his lord.
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 500The king shall have my service: but my prayers
For ever and for ever shall be yours.
CARDINAL WOLSEYCromwell, I did not think to shed a tear
In all my miseries; but thou hast forced me,
Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman.
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 505Let's dry our eyes: and thus far hear me, Cromwell;
And, when I am forgotten, as I shall be,
And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention
Of me more must be heard of, say, I taught thee,
Say, Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory,
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 510And sounded all the depths and shoals of honour,
Found thee a way, out of his wreck, to rise in;
A sure and safe one, though thy master miss'd it.
Mark but my fall, and that that ruin'd me.
Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition:
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 515By that sin fell the angels; how can man, then,
The image of his Maker, hope to win by it?
Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee;
Corruption wins not more than honesty.
Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace,
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 520To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not:
Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's,
Thy God's, and truth's; then if thou fall'st,
O Cromwell,
Thou fall'st a blessed martyr! Serve the king;
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 525And, — prithee, lead me in:
There take an inventory of all I have,
To the last penny; 'tis the king's: my robe,
And my integrity to heaven, is all
I dare now call mine own. O Cromwell, Cromwell!
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 530Had I but served my God with half the zeal
I served my king, he would not in mine age
Have left me naked to mine enemies.
CROMWELLGood sir, have patience.
CARDINAL WOLSEYSo I have. Farewell
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 535The hopes of court! my hopes in heaven do dwell.

ACT IV

SCENE I. A street in Westminster.

First GentlemanYou're well met once again.
Second GentlemanSo are you.
First GentlemanYou come to take your stand here, and behold
The Lady Anne pass from her coronation?
Second GentlemanAct 4 Sc 1 Ln 5'Tis all my business. At our last encounter,
The Duke of Buckingham came from his trial.
First Gentleman'Tis very true: but that time offer'd sorrow;
This, general joy.
Second Gentleman'Tis well: the citizens,
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 10I am sure, have shown at full their royal minds —
As, let 'em have their rights, they are ever forward —
In celebration of this day with shows,
Pageants and sights of honour.
First GentlemanNever greater,
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 15Nor, I'll assure you, better taken, sir.
Second GentlemanMay I be bold to ask at what that contains,
That paper in your hand?
First GentlemanYes; 'tis the list
Of those that claim their offices this day
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 20By custom of the coronation.
The Duke of Suffolk is the first, and claims
To be high-steward; next, the Duke of Norfolk,
He to be earl marshal: you may read the rest.
Second GentlemanI thank you, sir: had I not known those customs,
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 25I should have been beholding to your paper.
But, I beseech you, what's become of Katharine,
The princess dowager? how goes her business?
First GentlemanThat I can tell you too. The Archbishop
Of Canterbury, accompanied with other
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 30Learned and reverend fathers of his order,
Held a late court at Dunstable, six miles off
From Ampthill where the princess lay; to which
She was often cited by them, but appear'd not:
And, to be short, for not appearance and
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 35The king's late scruple, by the main assent
Of all these learned men she was divorced,
And the late marriage made of none effect
Since which she was removed to Kimbolton,
Where she remains now sick.
Second GentlemanAct 4 Sc 1 Ln 40Alas, good lady!
The trumpets sound: stand close, the queen is coming.
Second GentlemanA royal train, believe me. These I know:
Who's that that bears the sceptre?
First GentlemanMarquess Dorset:
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 45And that the Earl of Surrey, with the rod.
Second GentlemanA bold brave gentleman. That should be
The Duke of Suffolk?
First Gentleman'Tis the same: high-steward.
Second GentlemanAnd that my Lord of Norfolk?
First GentlemanAct 4 Sc 1 Ln 50Yes;
Second GentlemanHeaven bless thee!
Thou hast the sweetest face I ever look'd on.
Sir, as I have a soul, she is an angel;
Our king has all the Indies in his arms,
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 55And more and richer, when he strains that lady:
I cannot blame his conscience.
First GentlemanThey that bear
The cloth of honour over her, are four barons
Of the Cinque-ports.
Second GentlemanAct 4 Sc 1 Ln 60Those men are happy; and so are all are near her.
I take it, she that carries up the train
Is that old noble lady, Duchess of Norfolk.
First GentlemanIt is; and all the rest are countesses.
Second GentlemanTheir coronets say so. These are stars indeed;
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 65And sometimes falling ones.
First GentlemanNo more of that.
First GentlemanGod save you, sir! where have you been broiling?
Third GentlemanAmong the crowd i' the Abbey; where a finger
Could not be wedged in more: I am stifled
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 70With the mere rankness of their joy.
Second GentlemanYou saw
The ceremony?
Third GentlemanThat I did.
First GentlemanHow was it?
Third GentlemanAct 4 Sc 1 Ln 75Well worth the seeing.
Second GentlemanGood sir, speak it to us.
Third GentlemanAs well as I am able. The rich stream
Of lords and ladies, having brought the queen
To a prepared place in the choir, fell off
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 80A distance from her; while her grace sat down
To rest awhile, some half an hour or so,
In a rich chair of state, opposing freely
The beauty of her person to the people.
Believe me, sir, she is the goodliest woman
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 85That ever lay by man: which when the people
Had the full view of, such a noise arose
As the shrouds make at sea in a stiff tempest,
As loud, and to as many tunes: hats, cloaks —
Doublets, I think, — flew up; and had their faces
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 90Been loose, this day they had been lost. Such joy
I never saw before. Great-bellied women,
That had not half a week to go, like rams
In the old time of war, would shake the press,
And make 'em reel before 'em. No man living
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 95Could say 'This is my wife' there; all were woven
So strangely in one piece.
Second GentlemanBut, what follow'd?
Third GentlemanAt length her grace rose, and with modest paces
Came to the altar; where she kneel'd, and saint-like
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 100Cast her fair eyes to heaven and pray'd devoutly.
Then rose again and bow'd her to the people:
When by the Archbishop of Canterbury
She had all the royal makings of a queen;
As holy oil, Edward Confessor's crown,
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 105The rod, and bird of peace, and all such emblems
Laid nobly on her: which perform'd, the choir,
With all the choicest music of the kingdom,
Together sung 'Te Deum.' So she parted,
And with the same full state paced back again
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 110To York-place, where the feast is held.
First GentlemanSir,
You must no more call it York-place, that's past;
For, since the cardinal fell, that title's lost:
'Tis now the king's, and call'd Whitehall.
Third GentlemanAct 4 Sc 1 Ln 115I know it;
But 'tis so lately alter'd, that the old name
Is fresh about me.
Second GentlemanWhat two reverend bishops
Were those that went on each side of the queen?
Third GentlemanAct 4 Sc 1 Ln 120Stokesly and Gardiner; the one of Winchester,
Newly preferr'd from the king's secretary,
The other, London.
Second GentlemanHe of Winchester
Is held no great good lover of the archbishop's,
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 125The virtuous Cranmer.
Third GentlemanAll the land knows that:
However, yet there is no great breach; when it comes,
Cranmer will find a friend will not shrink from him.
Second GentlemanWho may that be, I pray you?
Third GentlemanAct 4 Sc 1 Ln 130Thomas Cromwell;
A man in much esteem with the king, and truly
A worthy friend. The king has made him master
O' the jewel house,
And one, already, of the privy council.
Second GentlemanAct 4 Sc 1 Ln 135He will deserve more.
Third GentlemanYes, without all doubt.
Come, gentlemen, ye shall go my way, which
Is to the court, and there ye shall be my guests:
Something I can command. As I walk thither,
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 140I'll tell ye more.
BothYou may command us, sir.

ACT IV

SCENE II. Kimbolton.

GRIFFITHHow does your grace?
KATHARINEO Griffith, sick to death!
My legs, like loaden branches, bow to the earth,
Willing to leave their burthen. Reach a chair:
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 5So; now, methinks, I feel a little ease.
Didst thou not tell me, Griffith, as thou led'st me,
That the great child of honour, Cardinal Wolsey, Was dead?
GRIFFITHYes, madam; but I think your grace,
Out of the pain you suffer'd, gave no ear to't.
KATHARINEAct 4 Sc 2 Ln 10Prithee, good Griffith, tell me how he died:
If well, he stepp'd before me, happily
For my example.
GRIFFITHWell, the voice goes, madam:
For after the stout Earl Northumberland
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 15Arrested him at York, and brought him forward,
As a man sorely tainted, to his answer,
He fell sick suddenly, and grew so ill
He could not sit his mule.
KATHARINEAlas, poor man!
GRIFFITHAct 4 Sc 2 Ln 20At last, with easy roads, he came to Leicester,
Lodged in the abbey; where the reverend abbot,
With all his covent, honourably received him;
To whom he gave these words, 'O, father abbot,
An old man, broken with the storms of state,
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 25Is come to lay his weary bones among ye;
Give him a little earth for charity!'
So went to bed; where eagerly his sickness
Pursued him still: and, three nights after this,
About the hour of eight, which he himself
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 30Foretold should be his last, full of repentance,
Continual meditations, tears, and sorrows,
He gave his honours to the world again,
His blessed part to heaven, and slept in peace.
KATHARINESo may he rest; his faults lie gently on him!
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 35Yet thus far, Griffith, give me leave to speak him,
And yet with charity. He was a man
Of an unbounded stomach, ever ranking
Himself with princes; one that, by suggestion,
Tied all the kingdom: simony was fair-play;
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 40His own opinion was his law: i' the presence
He would say untruths; and be ever double
Both in his words and meaning: he was never,
But where he meant to ruin, pitiful:
His promises were, as he then was, mighty;
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 45But his performance, as he is now, nothing:
Of his own body he was ill, and gave
The clergy in example.
GRIFFITHNoble madam,
Men's evil manners live in brass; their virtues
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 50We write in water. May it please your highness
To hear me speak his good now?
KATHARINEYes, good Griffith;
I were malicious else.
GRIFFITHThis cardinal,
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 55Though from an humble stock, undoubtedly
Was fashion'd to much honour from his cradle.
He was a scholar, and a ripe and good one;
Exceeding wise, fair-spoken, and persuading:
Lofty and sour to them that loved him not;
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 60But to those men that sought him sweet as summer.
And though he were unsatisfied in getting,
Which was a sin, yet in bestowing, madam,
He was most princely: ever witness for him
Those twins Of learning that he raised in you,
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 65Ipswich and Oxford! one of which fell with him,
Unwilling to outlive the good that did it;
The other, though unfinish'd, yet so famous,
So excellent in art, and still so rising,
That Christendom shall ever speak his virtue.
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 70His overthrow heap'd happiness upon him;
For then, and not till then, he felt himself,
And found the blessedness of being little:
And, to add greater honours to his age
Than man could give him, he died fearing God.
KATHARINEAct 4 Sc 2 Ln 75After my death I wish no other herald,
No other speaker of my living actions,
To keep mine honour from corruption,
But such an honest chronicler as Griffith.
Whom I most hated living, thou hast made me,
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 80With thy religious truth and modesty,
Now in his ashes honour: peace be with him!
Patience, be near me still; and set me lower:
I have not long to trouble thee. Good Griffith,
Cause the musicians play me that sad note
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 85I named my knell, whilst I sit meditating
On that celestial harmony I go to.
GRIFFITHShe is asleep: good wench, let's sit down quiet,
For fear we wake her: softly, gentle Patience.
KATHARINESpirits of peace, where are ye? are ye all gone,
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 90And leave me here in wretchedness behind ye?
GRIFFITHMadam, we are here.
KATHARINEIt is not you I call for:
Saw ye none enter since I slept?
GRIFFITHNone, madam.
KATHARINEAct 4 Sc 2 Ln 95No? Saw you not, even now, a blessed troop
Invite me to a banquet; whose bright faces
Cast thousand beams upon me, like the sun?
They promised me eternal happiness;
And brought me garlands, Griffith, which I feel
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 100I am not worthy yet to wear: I shall, assuredly.
GRIFFITHI am most joyful, madam, such good dreams
Possess your fancy.
KATHARINEBid the music leave,
They are harsh and heavy to me.
PATIENCEAct 4 Sc 2 Ln 105Do you note
How much her grace is alter'd on the sudden?
How long her face is drawn? how pale she looks,
And of an earthy cold? Mark her eyes!
GRIFFITHShe is going, wench: pray, pray.
PATIENCEAct 4 Sc 2 Ln 110Heaven comfort her!
MessengerAn't like your grace, —
KATHARINEYou are a saucy fellow:
Deserve we no more reverence?
GRIFFITHYou are to blame,
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 115Knowing she will not lose her wonted greatness,
To use so rude behavior; go to, kneel.
MessengerI humbly do entreat your highness' pardon;
My haste made me unmannerly. There is staying
A gentleman, sent from the king, to see you.
KATHARINEAct 4 Sc 2 Ln 120Admit him entrance, Griffith: but this fellow
Let me ne'er see again.
If my sight fail not,
You should be lord ambassador from the emperor,
My royal nephew, and your name Capucius.
CAPUCIUSAct 4 Sc 2 Ln 125Madam, the same; your servant.
KATHARINEO, my lord,
The times and titles now are alter'd strangely
With me since first you knew me. But, I pray you,
What is your pleasure with me?
CAPUCIUSAct 4 Sc 2 Ln 130Noble lady,
First mine own service to your grace; the next,
The king's request that I would visit you;
Who grieves much for your weakness, and by me
Sends you his princely commendations,
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 135And heartily entreats you take good comfort.
KATHARINEO my good lord, that comfort comes too late;
'Tis like a pardon after execution:
That gentle physic, given in time, had cured me;
But now I am past an comforts here, but prayers.
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 140How does his highness?
CAPUCIUSMadam, in good health.
KATHARINESo may he ever do! and ever flourish,
When I shall dwell with worms, and my poor name
Banish'd the kingdom! Patience, is that letter,
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 145I caused you write, yet sent away?
PATIENCENo, madam.
KATHARINESir, I most humbly pray you to deliver
This to my lord the king.
CAPUCIUSMost willing, madam.
KATHARINEAct 4 Sc 2 Ln 150In which I have commended to his goodness
The model of our chaste loves, his young daughter;
The dews of heaven fall thick in blessings on her!
Beseeching him to give her virtuous breeding —
She is young, and of a noble modest nature,
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 155I hope she will deserve well, — and a little
To love her for her mother's sake, that loved him,
Heaven knows how dearly. My next poor petition
Is, that his noble grace would have some pity
Upon my wretched women, that so long
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 160Have follow'd both my fortunes faithfully:
Of which there is not one, I dare avow,
And now I should not lie, but will deserve
For virtue and true beauty of the soul,
For honesty and decent carriage,
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 165A right good husband, let him be a noble
And, sure, those men are happy that shall have 'em.
The last is, for my men; they are the poorest,
But poverty could never draw 'em from me;
That they may have their wages duly paid 'em,
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 170And something over to remember me by:
If heaven had pleased to have given me longer life
And able means, we had not parted thus.
These are the whole contents: and, good my lord,
By that you love the dearest in this world,
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 175As you wish Christian peace to souls departed,
Stand these poor people's friend, and urge the king
To do me this last right.
CAPUCIUSBy heaven, I will,
Or let me lose the fashion of a man!
KATHARINEAct 4 Sc 2 Ln 180I thank you, honest lord. Remember me
In all humility unto his highness:
Say his long trouble now is passing
Out of this world; tell him, in death I bless'd him,
For so I will. Mine eyes grow dim. Farewell,
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 185My lord. Griffith, farewell. Nay, Patience,
You must not leave me yet: I must to bed;
Call in more women. When I am dead, good wench,
Let me be used with honour: strew me over
With maiden flowers, that all the world may know
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 190I was a chaste wife to my grave: embalm me,
Then lay me forth: although unqueen'd, yet like
A queen, and daughter to a king, inter me.
I can no more.

ACT V

SCENE I. London. A gallery in the palace.

GARDINERIt's one o'clock, boy, is't not?
BoyIt hath struck.
GARDINERThese should be hours for necessities,
Not for delights; times to repair our nature
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 5With comforting repose, and not for us
To waste these times. Good hour of night, Sir Thomas!
Whither so late?
LOVELLCame you from the king, my lord
GARDINERI did, Sir Thomas: and left him at primero
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 10With the Duke of Suffolk.
LOVELLI must to him too,
Before he go to bed. I'll take my leave.
GARDINERNot yet, Sir Thomas Lovell. What's the matter?
It seems you are in haste: an if there be
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 15No great offence belongs to't, give your friend
Some touch of your late business: affairs, that walk,
As they say spirits do, at midnight, have
In them a wilder nature than the business
That seeks dispatch by day.
LOVELLAct 5 Sc 1 Ln 20My lord, I love you;
And durst commend a secret to your ear
Much weightier than this work. The queen's in labour,
They say, in great extremity; and fear'd
She'll with the labour end.
GARDINERAct 5 Sc 1 Ln 25The fruit she goes with
I pray for heartily, that it may find
Good time, and live: but for the stock, Sir Thomas,
I wish it grubb'd up now.
LOVELLMethinks I could
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 30Cry the amen; and yet my conscience says
She's a good creature, and, sweet lady, does
Deserve our better wishes.
GARDINERBut, sir, sir,
Hear me, Sir Thomas: you're a gentleman
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 35Of mine own way; I know you wise, religious;
And, let me tell you, it will ne'er be well,
'Twill not, Sir Thomas Lovell, take't of me,
Till Cranmer, Cromwell, her two hands, and she,
Sleep in their graves.
LOVELLAct 5 Sc 1 Ln 40Now, sir, you speak of two
The most remark'd i' the kingdom. As for Cromwell,
Beside that of the jewel house, is made master
O' the rolls, and the king's secretary; further, sir,
Stands in the gap and trade of moe preferments,
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 45With which the time will load him. The archbishop
Is the king's hand and tongue; and who dare speak
One syllable against him?
GARDINERYes, yes, Sir Thomas,
There are that dare; and I myself have ventured
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 50To speak my mind of him: and indeed this day,
Sir, I may tell it you, I think I have
Incensed the lords o' the council, that he is,
For so I know he is, they know he is,
A most arch heretic, a pestilence
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 55That does infect the land: with which they moved
Have broken with the king; who hath so far
Given ear to our complaint, of his great grace
And princely care foreseeing those fell mischiefs
Our reasons laid before him, hath commanded
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 60To-morrow morning to the council-board
He be convented. He's a rank weed, Sir Thomas,
And we must root him out. From your affairs
I hinder you too long: good night, Sir Thomas.
LOVELLMany good nights, my lord: I rest your servant.
KING HENRY VIIIAct 5 Sc 1 Ln 65Charles, I will play no more tonight;
My mind's not on't; you are too hard for me.
SUFFOLKSir, I did never win of you before.
KING HENRY VIIIBut little, Charles;
Nor shall not, when my fancy's on my play.
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 70Now, Lovell, from the queen what is the news?
LOVELLI could not personally deliver to her
What you commanded me, but by her woman
I sent your message; who return'd her thanks
In the great'st humbleness, and desired your highness
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 75Most heartily to pray for her.
KING HENRY VIIIWhat say'st thou, ha?
To pray for her? what, is she crying out?
LOVELLSo said her woman; and that her sufferance made
Almost each pang a death.
KING HENRY VIIIAct 5 Sc 1 Ln 80Alas, good lady!
SUFFOLKGod safely quit her of her burthen, and
With gentle travail, to the gladding of
Your highness with an heir!
KING HENRY VIII'Tis midnight, Charles;
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 85Prithee, to bed; and in thy prayers remember
The estate of my poor queen. Leave me alone;
For I must think of that which company
Would not be friendly to.
SUFFOLKI wish your highness
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 90A quiet night; and my good mistress will
Remember in my prayers.
KING HENRY VIIICharles, good night.
Well, sir, what follows?
DENNYSir, I have brought my lord the archbishop,
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 95As you commanded me.
KING HENRY VIIIHa! Canterbury?
DENNYAy, my good lord.
KING HENRY VIII'Tis true: where is he, Denny?
DENNYHe attends your highness' pleasure.
LOVELLAct 5 Sc 1 Ln 100 This is about that which the bishop spake:
I am happily come hither.
KING HENRY VIIIAvoid the gallery.
Ha! I have said. Be gone. What!
CRANMER(STAGEDIR "Aside")
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 105I am fearful: wherefore frowns he thus?
'Tis his aspect of terror. All's not well.
KING HENRY VIIIHow now, my lord! you desire to know
Wherefore I sent for you.
CRANMER It is my duty
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 110To attend your highness' pleasure.
KING HENRY VIIIPray you, arise,
My good and gracious Lord of Canterbury.
Come, you and I must walk a turn together;
I have news to tell you: come, come, give me your hand.
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 115Ah, my good lord, I grieve at what I speak,
And am right sorry to repeat what follows
I have, and most unwillingly, of late
Heard many grievous, I do say, my lord,
Grievous complaints of you; which, being consider'd,
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 120Have moved us and our council, that you shall
This morning come before us; where, I know,
You cannot with such freedom purge yourself,
But that, till further trial in those charges
Which will require your answer, you must take
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 125Your patience to you, and be well contented
To make your house our Tower: you a brother of us,
It fits we thus proceed, or else no witness
Would come against you.
CRANMER(STAGEDIR "Kneeling")
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 130I humbly thank your highness;
And am right glad to catch this good occasion
Most throughly to be winnow'd, where my chaff
And corn shall fly asunder: for, I know,
There's none stands under more calumnious tongues
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 135Than I myself, poor man.
KING HENRY VIIIStand up, good Canterbury:
Thy truth and thy integrity is rooted
In us, thy friend: give me thy hand, stand up:
Prithee, let's walk. Now, by my holidame.
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 140What manner of man are you? My lord, I look'd
You would have given me your petition, that
I should have ta'en some pains to bring together
Yourself and your accusers; and to have heard you,
Without indurance, further.
CRANMERAct 5 Sc 1 Ln 145Most dread liege,
The good I stand on is my truth and honesty:
If they shall fail, I, with mine enemies,
Will triumph o'er my person; which I weigh not,
Being of those virtues vacant. I fear nothing
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 150What can be said against me.
KING HENRY VIIIKnow you not
How your state stands i' the world, with the whole world?
Your enemies are many, and not small; their practises
Must bear the same proportion; and not ever
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 155The justice and the truth o' the question carries
The due o' the verdict with it: at what ease
Might corrupt minds procure knaves as corrupt
To swear against you? such things have been done.
You are potently opposed; and with a malice
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 160Of as great size. Ween you of better luck,
I mean, in perjured witness, than your master,
Whose minister you are, whiles here he lived
Upon this naughty earth? Go to, go to;
You take a precipice for no leap of danger,
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 165And woo your own destruction.
CRANMERGod and your majesty
Protect mine innocence, or I fall into
The trap is laid for me!
KING HENRY VIIIBe of good cheer;
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 170They shall no more prevail than we give way to.
Keep comfort to you; and this morning see
You do appear before them: if they shall chance,
In charging you with matters, to commit you,
The best persuasions to the contrary
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 175Fail not to use, and with what vehemency
The occasion shall instruct you: if entreaties
Will render you no remedy, this ring
Deliver them, and your appeal to us
There make before them. Look, the good man weeps!
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 180He's honest, on mine honour. God's blest mother!
I swear he is true — hearted; and a soul
None better in my kingdom. Get you gone,
And do as I have bid you.
He has strangled
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 185His language in his tears.
Gentleman Come back: what mean you?
Old LadyI'll not come back; the tidings that I bring
Will make my boldness manners. Now, good angels
Fly o'er thy royal head, and shade thy person
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 190Under their blessed wings!
KING HENRY VIIINow, by thy looks
I guess thy message. Is the queen deliver'd?
Say, ay; and of a boy.
Old LadyAy, ay, my liege;
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 195And of a lovely boy: the God of heaven
Both now and ever bless her! 'tis a girl,
Promises boys hereafter. Sir, your queen
Desires your visitation, and to be
Acquainted with this stranger 'tis as like you
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 200As cherry is to cherry.
KING HENRY VIIILovell!
LOVELLSir?
KING HENRY VIIIGive her an hundred marks. I'll to the queen.
Old LadyAn hundred marks! By this light, I'll ha' more.
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 205An ordinary groom is for such payment.
I will have more, or scold it out of him.
Said I for this, the girl was like to him?
I will have more, or else unsay't; and now,
While it is hot, I'll put it to the issue.

ACT V

SCENE II. Before the council-chamber. Pursuivants, Pages, &c. attending.

CRANMERI hope I am not too late; and yet the gentleman,
That was sent to me from the council, pray'd me
To make great haste. All fast? what means this? Ho!
Who waits there? Sure, you know me?
KeeperAct 5 Sc 2 Ln 5Yes, my lord;
But yet I cannot help you.
CRANMERWhy?
KeeperYour grace must wait till you be call'd for.
CRANMERSo.
DOCTOR BUTTSAct 5 Sc 2 Ln 10 This is a piece of malice. I am glad
I came this way so happily: the king
Shall understand it presently.
CRANMER 'Tis Butts,
The king's physician: as he pass'd along,
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 15How earnestly he cast his eyes upon me!
Pray heaven, he sound not my disgrace! For certain,
This is of purpose laid by some that hate me —
God turn their hearts! I never sought their malice —
To quench mine honour: they would shame to make me
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 20Wait else at door, a fellow-counsellor,
'Mong boys, grooms, and lackeys. But their pleasures
Must be fulfill'd, and I attend with patience.
DOCTOR BUTTSI'll show your grace the strangest sight —
KING HENRY VIIIWhat's that, Butts?
DOCTOR BUTTSAct 5 Sc 2 Ln 25I think your highness saw this many a day.
KING HENRY VIIIBody o' me, where is it?
DOCTOR BUTTSThere, my lord:
The high promotion of his grace of Canterbury;
Who holds his state at door, 'mongst pursuivants,
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 30Pages, and footboys.
KING HENRY VIIIHa! 'tis he, indeed:
Is this the honour they do one another?
'Tis well there's one above 'em yet. I had thought
They had parted so much honesty among 'em
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 35At least, good manners, as not thus to suffer
A man of his place, and so near our favour,
To dance attendance on their lordships' pleasures,
And at the door too, like a post with packets.
By holy Mary, Butts, there's knavery:
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 40Let 'em alone, and draw the curtain close:
We shall hear more anon.

ACT V

SCENE III. The Council-Chamber.

ChancellorSpeak to the business, master-secretary:
Why are we met in council?
CROMWELLPlease your honours,
The chief cause concerns his grace of Canterbury.
GARDINERAct 5 Sc 3 Ln 5Has he had knowledge of it?
CROMWELLYes.
NORFOLKWho waits there?
KeeperWithout, my noble lords?
GARDINERYes.
KeeperAct 5 Sc 3 Ln 10My lord archbishop;
And has done half an hour, to know your pleasures.
ChancellorLet him come in.
KeeperYour grace may enter now.
ChancellorMy good lord archbishop, I'm very sorry
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 15To sit here at this present, and behold
That chair stand empty: but we all are men,
In our own natures frail, and capable
Of our flesh; few are angels: out of which frailty
And want of wisdom, you, that best should teach us,
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 20Have misdemean'd yourself, and not a little,
Toward the king first, then his laws, in filling
The whole realm, by your teaching and your chaplains,
For so we are inform'd, with new opinions,
Divers and dangerous; which are heresies,
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 25And, not reform'd, may prove pernicious.
GARDINERWhich reformation must be sudden too,
My noble lords; for those that tame wild horses
Pace 'em not in their hands to make 'em gentle,
But stop their mouths with stubborn bits, and spur 'em,
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 30Till they obey the manage. If we suffer,
Out of our easiness and childish pity
To one man's honour, this contagious sickness,
Farewell all physic: and what follows then?
Commotions, uproars, with a general taint
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 35Of the whole state: as, of late days, our neighbours,
The upper Germany, can dearly witness,
Yet freshly pitied in our memories.
CRANMERMy good lords, hitherto, in all the progress
Both of my life and office, I have labour'd,
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 40And with no little study, that my teaching
And the strong course of my authority
Might go one way, and safely; and the end
Was ever, to do well: nor is there living,
I speak it with a single heart, my lords,
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 45A man that more detests, more stirs against,
Both in his private conscience and his place,
Defacers of a public peace, than I do.
Pray heaven, the king may never find a heart
With less allegiance in it! Men that make
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 50Envy and crooked malice nourishment
Dare bite the best. I do beseech your lordships,
That, in this case of justice, my accusers,
Be what they will, may stand forth face to face,
And freely urge against me.
SUFFOLKAct 5 Sc 3 Ln 55Nay, my lord,
That cannot be: you are a counsellor,
And, by that virtue, no man dare accuse you.
GARDINERMy lord, because we have business of more moment,
We will be short with you. 'Tis his highness' pleasure,
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 60And our consent, for better trial of you,
From hence you be committed to the Tower;
Where, being but a private man again,
You shall know many dare accuse you boldly,
More than, I fear, you are provided for.
CRANMERAct 5 Sc 3 Ln 65Ah, my good Lord of Winchester, I thank you;
You are always my good friend; if your will pass,
I shall both find your lordship judge and juror,
You are so merciful: I see your end;
'Tis my undoing: love and meekness, lord,
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 70Become a churchman better than ambition:
Win straying souls with modesty again,
Cast none away. That I shall clear myself,
Lay all the weight ye can upon my patience,
I make as little doubt, as you do conscience
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 75In doing daily wrongs. I could say more,
But reverence to your calling makes me modest.
GARDINERMy lord, my lord, you are a sectary,
That's the plain truth: your painted gloss discovers,
To men that understand you, words and weakness.
CROMWELLAct 5 Sc 3 Ln 80My Lord of Winchester, you are a little,
By your good favour, too sharp; men so noble,
However faulty, yet should find respect
For what they have been: 'tis a cruelty
To load a falling man.
GARDINERAct 5 Sc 3 Ln 85Good master secretary,
I cry your honour mercy; you may, worst
Of all this table, say so.
CROMWELLWhy, my lord?
GARDINERDo not I know you for a favourer
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 90Of this new sect? ye are not sound.
CROMWELLNot sound?
GARDINERNot sound, I say.
CROMWELLWould you were half so honest!
Men's prayers then would seek you, not their fears.
GARDINERAct 5 Sc 3 Ln 95I shall remember this bold language.
CROMWELLDo.
Remember your bold life too.
ChancellorThis is too much;
Forbear, for shame, my lords.
GARDINERAct 5 Sc 3 Ln 100I have done.
CROMWELLAnd I.
ChancellorThen thus for you, my lord: it stands agreed,
I take it, by all voices, that forthwith
You be convey'd to the Tower a prisoner;
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 105There to remain till the king's further pleasure
Be known unto us: are you all agreed, lords?
AllWe are.
CRANMERIs there no other way of mercy,
But I must needs to the Tower, my lords?
GARDINERAct 5 Sc 3 Ln 110What other
Would you expect? you are strangely troublesome.
Let some o' the guard be ready there.
CRANMERFor me?
Must I go like a traitor thither?
GARDINERAct 5 Sc 3 Ln 115Receive him,
And see him safe i' the Tower.
CRANMERStay, good my lords,
I have a little yet to say. Look there, my lords;
By virtue of that ring, I take my cause
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 120Out of the gripes of cruel men, and give it
To a most noble judge, the king my master.
ChamberlainThis is the king's ring.
SURREY'Tis no counterfeit.
SUFFOLK'Tis the right ring, by heaven: I told ye all,
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 125When ye first put this dangerous stone a-rolling,
'Twould fall upon ourselves.
NORFOLKDo you think, my lords,
The king will suffer but the little finger
Of this man to be vex'd?
ChancellorAct 5 Sc 3 Ln 130'Tis now too certain:
How much more is his life in value with him?
Would I were fairly out on't!
CROMWELLMy mind gave me,
In seeking tales and informations
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 135Against this man, whose honesty the devil
And his disciples only envy at,
Ye blew the fire that burns ye: now have at ye!
GARDINERDread sovereign, how much are we bound to heaven
In daily thanks, that gave us such a prince;
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 140Not only good and wise, but most religious:
One that, in all obedience, makes the church
The chief aim of his honour; and, to strengthen
That holy duty, out of dear respect,
His royal self in judgment comes to hear
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 145The cause betwixt her and this great offender.
KING HENRY VIIIYou were ever good at sudden commendations,
Bishop of Winchester. But know, I come not
To hear such flattery now, and in my presence;
They are too thin and bare to hide offences.
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 150To me you cannot reach, you play the spaniel,
And think with wagging of your tongue to win me;
But, whatsoe'er thou takest me for, I'm sure
Thou hast a cruel nature and a bloody.
Good man, sit down. Now let me see the proudest
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 155He, that dares most, but wag his finger at thee:
By all that's holy, he had better starve
Than but once think this place becomes thee not.
SURREYMay it please your grace, —
KING HENRY VIIINo, sir, it does not please me.
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 160I had thought I had had men of some understanding
And wisdom of my council; but I find none.
Was it discretion, lords, to let this man,
This good man, — few of you deserve that title, —
This honest man, wait like a lousy footboy
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 165At chamber — door? and one as great as you are?
Why, what a shame was this! Did my commission
Bid ye so far forget yourselves? I gave ye
Power as he was a counsellor to try him,
Not as a groom: there's some of ye, I see,
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 170More out of malice than integrity,
Would try him to the utmost, had ye mean;
Which ye shall never have while I live.
ChancellorThus far,
My most dread sovereign, may it like your grace
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 175To let my tongue excuse all. What was purposed
Concerning his imprisonment, was rather,
If there be faith in men, meant for his trial,
And fair purgation to the world, than malice,
I'm sure, in me.
KING HENRY VIIIAct 5 Sc 3 Ln 180Well, well, my lords, respect him;
Take him, and use him well, he's worthy of it.
I will say thus much for him, if a prince
May be beholding to a subject, I
Am, for his love and service, so to him.
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 185Make me no more ado, but all embrace him:
Be friends, for shame, my lords! My Lord of
Canterbury,
I have a suit which you must not deny me;
That is, a fair young maid that yet wants baptism,
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 190You must be godfather, and answer for her.
CRANMERThe greatest monarch now alive may glory
In such an honour: how may I deserve it
That am a poor and humble subject to you?
KING HENRY VIIICome, come, my lord, you'ld spare your spoons: you
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 195shall have two noble partners with you; the old
Duchess of Norfolk, and Lady Marquess Dorset: will
these please you?
Once more, my Lord of Winchester, I charge you,
Embrace and love this man.
GARDINERAct 5 Sc 3 Ln 200With a true heart
And brother-love I do it.
CRANMERAnd let heaven
Witness, how dear I hold this confirmation.
KING HENRY VIIIGood man, those joyful tears show thy true heart:
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 205The common voice, I see, is verified
Of thee, which says thus, 'Do my Lord of Canterbury
A shrewd turn, and he is your friend for ever.'
Come, lords, we trifle time away; I long
To have this young one made a Christian.
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 210As I have made ye one, lords, one remain;
So I grow stronger, you more honour gain.

ACT V

SCENE IV. The palace yard.

PorterYou'll leave your noise anon, ye rascals: do you
take the court for Paris-garden? ye rude slaves,
leave your gaping.
Good master porter, I belong to the larder.
PorterAct 5 Sc 4 Ln 5Belong to the gallows, and be hanged, ye rogue! is
this a place to roar in? Fetch me a dozen crab-tree
staves, and strong ones: these are but switches to
'em. I'll scratch your heads: you must be seeing
christenings? do you look for ale and cakes here,
Act 5 Sc 4 Ln 10you rude rascals?
ManPray, sir, be patient: 'tis as much impossible —
Unless we sweep 'em from the door with cannons —
To scatter 'em, as 'tis to make 'em sleep
On May-day morning; which will never be:
Act 5 Sc 4 Ln 15We may as well push against Powle's, as stir em.
PorterHow got they in, and be hang'd?
ManAlas, I know not; how gets the tide in?
As much as one sound cudgel of four foot —
You see the poor remainder — could distribute,
Act 5 Sc 4 Ln 20I made no spare, sir.
PorterYou did nothing, sir.
ManI am not Samson, nor Sir Guy, nor Colbrand,
To mow 'em down before me: but if I spared any
That had a head to hit, either young or old,
Act 5 Sc 4 Ln 25He or she, cuckold or cuckold-maker,
Let me ne'er hope to see a chine again
And that I would not for a cow, God save her!
Do you hear, master porter?
PorterI shall be with you presently, good master puppy.
Act 5 Sc 4 Ln 30Keep the door close, sirrah.
ManWhat would you have me do?
PorterWhat should you do, but knock 'em down by the
dozens? Is this Moorfields to muster in? or have
we some strange Indian with the great tool come to
Act 5 Sc 4 Ln 35court, the women so besiege us? Bless me, what a
fry of fornication is at door! On my Christian
conscience, this one christening will beget a
thousand; here will be father, godfather, and all together.
ManThe spoons will be the bigger, sir. There is a
Act 5 Sc 4 Ln 40fellow somewhat near the door, he should be a
brazier by his face, for, o' my conscience, twenty
of the dog-days now reign in's nose; all that stand
about him are under the line, they need no other
penance: that fire-drake did I hit three times on
Act 5 Sc 4 Ln 45the head, and three times was his nose discharged
against me; he stands there, like a mortar-piece, to
blow us. There was a haberdasher's wife of small
wit near him, that railed upon me till her pinked
porringer fell off her head, for kindling such a
Act 5 Sc 4 Ln 50combustion in the state. I missed the meteor once,
and hit that woman; who cried out 'Clubs!' when I
might see from far some forty truncheoners draw to
her succor, which were the hope o' the Strand, where
she was quartered. They fell on; I made good my
Act 5 Sc 4 Ln 55place: at length they came to the broom-staff to
me; I defied 'em still: when suddenly a file of
boys behind 'em, loose shot, delivered such a shower
of pebbles, that I was fain to draw mine honour in,
and let 'em win the work: the devil was amongst
Act 5 Sc 4 Ln 60'em, I think, surely.
PorterThese are the youths that thunder at a playhouse,
and fight for bitten apples; that no audience, but
the tribulation of Tower-hill, or the limbs of
Limehouse, their dear brothers, are able to endure.
Act 5 Sc 4 Ln 65I have some of 'em in Limbo Patrum, and there they
are like to dance these three days; besides the
running banquet of two beadles that is to come.
ChamberlainMercy o' me, what a multitude are here!
They grow still too; from all parts they are coming,
Act 5 Sc 4 Ln 70As if we kept a fair here! Where are these porters,
These lazy knaves? Ye have made a fine hand, fellows:
There's a trim rabble let in: are all these
Your faithful friends o' the suburbs? We shall have
Great store of room, no doubt, left for the ladies,
Act 5 Sc 4 Ln 75When they pass back from the christening.
PorterAn't please
your honour,
We are but men; and what so many may do,
Not being torn a-pieces, we have done:
Act 5 Sc 4 Ln 80An army cannot rule 'em.
ChamberlainAs I live,
If the king blame me for't, I'll lay ye all
By the heels, and suddenly; and on your heads
Clap round fines for neglect: ye are lazy knaves;
Act 5 Sc 4 Ln 85And here ye lie baiting of bombards, when
Ye should do service. Hark! the trumpets sound;
They're come already from the christening:
Go, break among the press, and find a way out
To let the troop pass fairly; or I'll find
Act 5 Sc 4 Ln 90A Marshalsea shall hold ye play these two months.
PorterMake way there for the princess.
ManYou great fellow,
Stand close up, or I'll make your head ache.
PorterYou i' the camlet, get up o' the rail;
Act 5 Sc 4 Ln 95I'll peck you o'er the pales else.

ACT V

SCENE V. The palace.

GarterHeaven, from thy endless goodness, send prosperous
life, long, and ever happy, to the high and mighty
princess of England, Elizabeth!
CRANMER And to your royal grace, and the good queen,
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 5My noble partners, and myself, thus pray:
All comfort, joy, in this most gracious lady,
Heaven ever laid up to make parents happy,
May hourly fall upon ye!
KING HENRY VIIIThank you, good lord archbishop:
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 10What is her name?
CRANMERElizabeth.
KING HENRY VIIIStand up, lord.
With this kiss take my blessing: God protect thee!
Into whose hand I give thy life.
CRANMERAct 5 Sc 5 Ln 15Amen.
KING HENRY VIIIMy noble gossips, ye have been too prodigal:
I thank ye heartily; so shall this lady,
When she has so much English.
CRANMERLet me speak, sir,
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 20For heaven now bids me; and the words I utter
Let none think flattery, for they'll find 'em truth.
This royal infant — heaven still move about her! —
Though in her cradle, yet now promises
Upon this land a thousand thousand blessings,
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 25Which time shall bring to ripeness: she shall be —
But few now living can behold that goodness —
A pattern to all princes living with her,
And all that shall succeed: Saba was never
More covetous of wisdom and fair virtue
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 30Than this pure soul shall be: all princely graces,
That mould up such a mighty piece as this is,
With all the virtues that attend the good,
Shall still be doubled on her: truth shall nurse her,
Holy and heavenly thoughts still counsel her:
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 35She shall be loved and fear'd: her own shall bless her;
Her foes shake like a field of beaten corn,
And hang their heads with sorrow: good grows with her:
In her days every man shall eat in safety,
Under his own vine, what he plants; and sing
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 40The merry songs of peace to all his neighbours:
God shall be truly known; and those about her
From her shall read the perfect ways of honour,
And by those claim their greatness, not by blood.
Nor shall this peace sleep with her: but as when
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 45The bird of wonder dies, the maiden phoenix,
Her ashes new create another heir,
As great in admiration as herself;
So shall she leave her blessedness to one,
When heaven shall call her from this cloud of darkness,
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 50Who from the sacred ashes of her honour
Shall star-like rise, as great in fame as she was,
And so stand fix'd: peace, plenty, love, truth, terror,
That were the servants to this chosen infant,
Shall then be his, and like a vine grow to him:
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 55Wherever the bright sun of heaven shall shine,
His honour and the greatness of his name
Shall be, and make new nations: he shall flourish,
And, like a mountain cedar, reach his branches
To all the plains about him: our children's children
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 60Shall see this, and bless heaven.
KING HENRY VIIIThou speakest wonders.
CRANMERShe shall be, to the happiness of England,
An aged princess; many days shall see her,
And yet no day without a deed to crown it.
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 65Would I had known no more! but she must die,
She must, the saints must have her; yet a virgin,
A most unspotted lily shall she pass
To the ground, and all the world shall mourn her.
KING HENRY VIIIO lord archbishop,
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 70Thou hast made me now a man! never, before
This happy child, did I get any thing:
This oracle of comfort has so pleased me,
That when I am in heaven I shall desire
To see what this child does, and praise my Maker.
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 75I thank ye all. To you, my good lord mayor,
And your good brethren, I am much beholding;
I have received much honour by your presence,
And ye shall find me thankful. Lead the way, lords:
Ye must all see the queen, and she must thank ye,
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 80She will be sick else. This day, no man think
Has business at his house; for all shall stay:
This little one shall make it holiday.