The Famous History of the Life of Henry VIII

A historical play written in 1612 by William Shakespeare

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110CHORUSI come no more to make you laugh: things now, That bear a weighty and a serious brow, Sad, high, and working, full of state and woe, Such noble scenes as draw the eye to flow, We now present. Those that can pity, here May, if they think it well, let fall a tear; The subject will deserve it. Such as give Their money out of hope they may believe, May here find truth too. Those that come to see Only a show or two, and so agree The play may pass, if they be still and willing, I'll undertake may see away their shilling Richly in two short hours. Only they That come to hear a merry bawdy play, A noise of targets, or to see a fellow In a long motley coat guarded with yellow, Will be deceived; for, gentle hearers, know, To rank our chosen truth with such a show As fool and fight is, beside forfeiting Our own brains, and the opinion that we bring, To make that only true we now intend, Will leave us never an understanding friend. Therefore, for goodness' sake, and as you are known The first and happiest hearers of the town, Be sad, as we would make ye: think ye see The very persons of our noble story As they were living; think you see them great, And follow'd with the general throng and sweat Of thousand friends; then in a moment, see How soon this mightiness meets misery: And, if you can be merry then, I'll say A man may weep upon his wedding-day. [Enter NORFOLK at one door; at the other, BUCKINGHAM] and ABERGAVENNY]
211BUCKINGHAMGood morrow, and well met. How have ye done Since last we saw in France?
311NORFOLKI thank your grace, Healthful; and ever since a fresh admirer Of what I saw there.
411BUCKINGHAMAn 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.
511NORFOLK'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 Such a compounded one?
611BUCKINGHAMAll the whole time I was my chamber's prisoner.
711NORFOLKThen you lost The view of earthly glory: men might say, Till 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, Shone 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 The 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, As 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 The 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.
811BUCKINGHAMO, you go far.
911NORFOLKAs 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. Order gave each thing view; the office did Distinctly his full function.
1011BUCKINGHAMWho did guide, I mean, who set the body and the limbs Of this great sport together, as you guess?
1111NORFOLKOne, certes, that promises no element In such a business.
1211BUCKINGHAMI pray you, who, my lord?
1311NORFOLKAll this was order'd by the good discretion Of the right reverend Cardinal of York.
1411BUCKINGHAMThe 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 And keep it from the earth.
1511NORFOLKSurely, 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 For 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 A place next to the king.
1611ABERGAVENNYI 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, If not from hell? the devil is a niggard, Or has given all before, and he begins A new hell in himself.
1711BUCKINGHAMWhy the devil, Upon this French going out, took he upon him, Without 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, The honourable board of council out, Must fetch him in the papers.
1811ABERGAVENNYI do know Kinsmen of mine, three at the least, that have By this so sickened their estates, that never They shall abound as formerly.
1911BUCKINGHAMO, many Have broke their backs with laying manors on 'em For this great journey. What did this vanity But minister communication of A most poor issue?
2011NORFOLKGrievingly I think, The peace between the French and us not values The cost that did conclude it.
2111BUCKINGHAMEvery man, After 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.
2211NORFOLKWhich is budded out; For France hath flaw'd the league, and hath attach'd Our merchants' goods at Bourdeaux.
2311ABERGAVENNYIs it therefore The ambassador is silenced?
2411NORFOLKMarry, is't.
2511ABERGAVENNYA proper title of a peace; and purchased At a superfluous rate!
2611BUCKINGHAMWhy, all this business Our reverend cardinal carried.
2711NORFOLKLike 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 The 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 Hath 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. [Enter CARDINAL WOLSEY, the purse borne before him,] certain of the Guard, and two Secretaries with papers. CARDINAL WOLSEY in his passage fixeth his eye on BUCKINGHAM, and BUCKINGHAM on him, both full of disdain]
2811CARDINAL WOLSEYThe Duke of Buckingham's surveyor, ha? Where's his examination?
2911FIRST SECRETARYHere, so please you.
3011CARDINAL WOLSEYIs he in person ready?
3111FIRST SECRETARYAy, please your grace.
3211CARDINAL WOLSEYWell, we shall then know more; and Buckingham Shall lessen this big look.
33(stage directions)11[Exeunt CARDINAL WOLSEY and his Train]
3411BUCKINGHAMThis 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 Outworths a noble's blood.
3511NORFOLKWhat, are you chafed? Ask God for temperance; that's the appliance only Which your disease requires.
3611BUCKINGHAMI read in's looks Matter 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.
3711NORFOLKStay, my lord, And 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 Can advise me like you: be to yourself As you would to your friend.
3811BUCKINGHAMI'll to the king; And from a mouth of honour quite cry down This Ipswich fellow's insolence; or proclaim There's difference in no persons.
3911NORFOLKBe 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, And 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, If with the sap of reason you would quench, Or but allay, the fire of passion.
4011BUCKINGHAMSir, I am thankful to you; and I'll go along By your prescription: but this top-proud fellow, Whom 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.
4111NORFOLKSay not 'treasonous.'
4211BUCKINGHAMTo 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 As 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, That swallow'd so much treasure, and like a glass Did break i' the rinsing.
4311NORFOLKFaith, and so it did.
4411BUCKINGHAMPray, give me favour, sir. This cunning cardinal The articles o' the combination drew As 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,-- Which, 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: His 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,-- Which 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, And 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.
4511NORFOLKI am sorry To hear this of him; and could wish he were Something mistaken in't.
4611BUCKINGHAMNo, not a syllable: I do pronounce him in that very shape He shall appear in proof. [Enter BRANDON, a Sergeant-at-arms before him, and] two or three of the Guard]
4711BRANDONYour office, sergeant; execute it.
4811SERGEANTSir, My lord the Duke of Buckingham, and Earl Of Hereford, Stafford, and Northampton, I Arrest thee of high treason, in the name Of our most sovereign king.
4911BUCKINGHAMLo, you, my lord, The net has fall'n upon me! I shall perish Under device and practise.
5011BRANDONI am sorry To see you ta'en from liberty, to look on The business present: 'tis his highness' pleasure You shall to the Tower.
5111BUCKINGHAMIt will help me nothing To plead mine innocence; for that dye is on me Which 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!
5211BRANDONNay, he must bear you company. The king [To ABERGAVENNY] Is pleased you shall to the Tower, till you know How he determines further.
5311ABERGAVENNYAs the duke said, The will of heaven be done, and the king's pleasure By me obey'd!
5411BRANDONHere is a warrant from The king to attach Lord Montacute; and the bodies Of the duke's confessor, John de la Car, One Gilbert Peck, his chancellor--
5511BUCKINGHAMSo, so; These are the limbs o' the plot: no more, I hope.
5611BRANDONA monk o' the Chartreux.
5711BUCKINGHAMO, Nicholas Hopkins?
5811BRANDONHe.
5911BUCKINGHAMMy surveyor is false; the o'er-great cardinal Hath show'd him gold; my life is spann'd already: I am the shadow of poor Buckingham, Whose figure even this instant cloud puts on, By darkening my clear sun. My lord, farewell.
60(stage directions)11[Exeunt] [Cornets. Enter KING HENRY VIII, leaning on] CARDINAL WOLSEY's shoulder, the Nobles, and LOVELL; CARDINAL WOLSEY places himself under KING HENRY VIII's feet on his right side]
6112KING 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 That 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. [A noise within, crying 'Room for the Queen!' Enter] QUEEN KATHARINE, ushered by NORFOLK, and SUFFOLK: she kneels. KING HENRY VIII riseth from his state, takes her up, kisses and placeth her by him]
6212QUEEN KATHARINENay, we must longer kneel: I am a suitor.
6312KING HENRY VIIIArise, 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.
6412QUEEN KATHARINEThank your majesty. That 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.
6512KING HENRY VIIILady mine, proceed.
6612QUEEN KATHARINEI 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, My 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 Language unmannerly, yea, such which breaks The sides of loyalty, and almost appears In loud rebellion.
6712NORFOLKNot almost appears, It doth appear; for, upon these taxations, The 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 Daring the event to the teeth, are all in uproar, And danger serves among then!
6812KING HENRY VIIITaxation! Wherein? and what taxation? My lord cardinal, You that are blamed for it alike with us, Know you of this taxation?
6912CARDINAL 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.
7012QUEEN KATHARINENo, 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, Whereof 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.
7112KING HENRY VIIIStill exaction! The nature of it? in what kind, let's know, Is this exaction?
7212QUEEN KATHARINEI am much too venturous In tempting of your patience; but am bolden'd Under 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: Tongues 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 Would give it quick consideration, for There is no primer business.
7312KING HENRY VIIIBy my life, This is against our pleasure.
7412CARDINAL WOLSEYAnd for me, I 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 The 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, As 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, Hitting 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.
7512KING HENRY VIIIThings 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. We 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, The 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.
7612CARDINAL WOLSEYA word with you. [To the Secretary] 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 And pardon comes: I shall anon advise you Further in the proceeding.
77(stage directions)12[Exit Secretary]
78(stage directions)12[Enter Surveyor]
7912QUEEN KATHARINEI am sorry that the Duke of Buckingham Is run in your displeasure.
8012KING HENRY VIIIIt grieves many: The 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 Not 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 His 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 Things to strike honour sad. Bid him recount The fore-recited practises; whereof We cannot feel too little, hear too much.
8112CARDINAL WOLSEYStand forth, and with bold spirit relate what you, Most like a careful subject, have collected Out of the Duke of Buckingham.
8212KING HENRY VIIISpeak freely.
8312SURVEYORFirst, 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 To 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.
8412CARDINAL WOLSEYPlease your highness, note This 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.
8512QUEEN KATHARINEMy learn'd lord cardinal, Deliver all with charity.
8612KING 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?
8712SURVEYORHe was brought to this By a vain prophecy of Nicholas Hopkins.
8812KING HENRY VIIIWhat was that Hopkins?
8912SURVEYORSir, a Chartreux friar, His confessor, who fed him every minute With words of sovereignty.
9012KING HENRY VIIIHow know'st thou this?
9112SURVEYORNot long before your highness sped to France, The duke being at the Rose, within the parish Saint Lawrence Poultney, did of me demand What 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 '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: Whom 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, Tell you the duke, shall prosper: bid him strive To gain the love o' the commonalty: the duke Shall govern England.'
9212QUEEN KATHARINEIf I know you well, You were the duke's surveyor, and lost your office On 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.
9312KING HENRY VIIILet him on. Go forward.
9412SURVEYOROn 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 It 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 Should have gone off.
9512KING HENRY VIIIHa! what, so rank? Ah ha! There's mischief in this man: canst thou say further?
9612SURVEYORI can, my liege.
9712KING HENRY VIIIProceed.
9812SURVEYORBeing at Greenwich, After your highness had reproved the duke About Sir William Blomer,--
9912KING HENRY VIIII remember Of such a time: being my sworn servant, The duke retain'd him his. But on; what hence?
10012SURVEYOR'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, Made suit to come in's presence; which if granted, As he made semblance of his duty, would Have put his knife to him.'
10112KING HENRY VIIIA giant traitor!
10212CARDINAL WOLSEYNow, madam, may his highness live in freedom, and this man out of prison?
10312QUEEN KATHARINEGod mend all!
10412KING HENRY VIIIThere's something more would out of thee; what say'st?
10512SURVEYORAfter 'the duke his father,' with 'the knife,' He stretch'd him, and, with one hand on his dagger, Another 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.
10612KING HENRY VIIIThere'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, He's traitor to the height.
107(stage directions)12[Exeunt]
108(stage directions)13[Enter Chamberlain and SANDS]
10913CHAMBERLAINIs't possible the spells of France should juggle Men into such strange mysteries?
11013SANDSNew customs, Though they be never so ridiculous, Nay, let 'em be unmanly, yet are follow'd.
11113CHAMBERLAINAs 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 Their very noses had been counsellors To Pepin or Clotharius, they keep state so.
11213SANDSThey 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.
11313CHAMBERLAINDeath! my lord, Their clothes are after such a pagan cut too, That, sure, they've worn out Christendom. [Enter LOVELL] How now! What news, Sir Thomas Lovell?
11413LOVELLFaith, my lord, I hear of none, but the new proclamation That's clapp'd upon the court-gate.
11513CHAMBERLAINWhat is't for?
11613LOVELLThe reformation of our travell'd gallants, That fill the court with quarrels, talk, and tailors.
11713CHAMBERLAINI'm glad 'tis there: now I would pray our monsieurs To think an English courtier may be wise, And never see the Louvre.
11813LOVELLThey must either, For 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, Out 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, They may, 'cum privilegio,' wear away The lag end of their lewdness and be laugh'd at.
11913SANDS'Tis time to give 'em physic, their diseases Are grown so catching.
12013CHAMBERLAINWhat a loss our ladies Will have of these trim vanities!
12113LOVELLAy, 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.
12213SANDSThe 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, Held current music too.
12313CHAMBERLAINWell said, Lord Sands; Your colt's tooth is not cast yet.
12413SANDSNo, my lord; Nor shall not, while I have a stump.
12513CHAMBERLAINSir Thomas, Whither were you a-going?
12613LOVELLTo the cardinal's: Your lordship is a guest too.
12713CHAMBERLAINO, 'tis true: This 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.
12813LOVELLThat churchman bears a bounteous mind indeed, A hand as fruitful as the land that feeds us; His dews fall every where.
12913CHAMBERLAINNo doubt he's noble; He had a black mouth that said other of him.
13013SANDSHe may, my lord; has wherewithal: in him Sparing would show a worse sin than ill doctrine: Men of his way should be most liberal; They are set here for examples.
13113CHAMBERLAINTrue, they are so: But few now give so great ones. My barge stays; Your lordship shall along. Come, good Sir Thomas, We shall be late else; which I would not be, For I was spoke to, with Sir Henry Guildford This night to be comptrollers.
13213SANDSI am your lordship's.
133(stage directions)13[Exeunt] [Hautboys. A small table under a state for CARDINAL] WOLSEY, a longer table for the guests. Then enter ANNE and divers other Ladies and Gentlemen as guests, at one door; at another door, enter GUILDFORD]
13414GUILDFORDLadies, 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 One 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: [Enter Chamberlain, SANDS, and LOVELL] The very thought of this fair company Clapp'd wings to me.
13514CHAMBERLAINYou are young, Sir Harry Guildford.
13614SANDSSir 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, They are a sweet society of fair ones.
13714LOVELLO, that your lordship were but now confessor To one or two of these!
13814SANDSI would I were; They should find easy penance.
13914LOVELLFaith, how easy?
14014SANDSAs easy as a down-bed would afford it.
14114CHAMBERLAINSweet 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; Two women placed together makes cold weather: My Lord Sands, you are one will keep 'em waking; Pray, sit between these ladies.
14214SANDSBy my faith, And thank your lordship. By your leave, sweet ladies: If I chance to talk a little wild, forgive me; I had it from my father.
14314QUEEN ANNEWas he mad, sir?
14414SANDSO, very mad, exceeding mad, in love too: But he would bite none; just as I do now, He would kiss you twenty with a breath.
145(stage directions)14[Kisses her]
14614CHAMBERLAINWell said, my lord. So, now you're fairly seated. Gentlemen, The penance lies on you, if these fair ladies Pass away frowning.
14714SANDSFor my little cure, Let me alone.
148(stage directions)14[Hautboys. Enter CARDINAL WOLSEY, and takes his state]
14914CARDINAL 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; And to you all, good health.
150(stage directions)14[Drinks]
15114SANDSYour grace is noble: Let me have such a bowl may hold my thanks, And save me so much talking.
15214CARDINAL WOLSEYMy Lord Sands, I am beholding to you: cheer your neighbours. Ladies, you are not merry: gentlemen, Whose fault is this?
15314SANDSThe red wine first must rise In their fair cheeks, my lord; then we shall have 'em Talk us to silence.
15414QUEEN ANNEYou are a merry gamester, My Lord Sands.
15514SANDSYes, if I make my play. Here's to your ladyship: and pledge it, madam, For 'tis to such a thing,--
15614QUEEN ANNEYou cannot show me.
15714SANDSI told your grace they would talk anon.
158(stage directions)14[Drum and trumpet, chambers discharged]
15914CARDINAL WOLSEYWhat's that?
16014CHAMBERLAINLook out there, some of ye.
161(stage directions)14[Exit Servant]
16214CARDINAL WOLSEYWhat warlike voice, And to what end is this? Nay, ladies, fear not; By all the laws of war you're privileged.
163(stage directions)14[Re-enter Servant]
16414CHAMBERLAINHow now! what is't?
16514SERVANTA noble troop of strangers; For so they seem: they've left their barge and landed; And hither make, as great ambassadors From foreign princes.
16614CARDINAL WOLSEYGood lord chamberlain, Go, give 'em welcome; you can speak the French tongue; And, pray, receive 'em nobly, and conduct 'em Into our presence, where this heaven of beauty Shall shine at full upon them. Some attend him. [Exit Chamberlain, attended. All rise, and tables removed] You have now a broken banquet; but we'll mend it. A good digestion to you all: and once more I shower a welcome on ye; welcome all. [Hautboys. Enter KING HENRY VIII and others, as] masquers, habited like shepherds, ushered by the Chamberlain. They pass directly before CARDINAL WOLSEY, and gracefully salute him] A noble company! what are their pleasures?
16714CHAMBERLAINBecause 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 This 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.
16814CARDINAL WOLSEYSay, lord chamberlain, They have done my poor house grace; for which I pay 'em A thousand thanks, and pray 'em take their pleasures. [They choose Ladies for the dance. KING HENRY VIII] chooses ANNE]
16914KING HENRY VIIIThe fairest hand I ever touch'd! O beauty, Till now I never knew thee!
170(stage directions)14[Music. Dance]
17114CARDINAL WOLSEYMy lord!
17214CHAMBERLAINYour grace?
17314CARDINAL WOLSEYPray, tell 'em thus much from me: There should be one amongst 'em, by his person, More worthy this place than myself; to whom, If I but knew him, with my love and duty I would surrender it.
17414CHAMBERLAINI will, my lord.
175(stage directions)14[Whispers the Masquers]
17614CARDINAL WOLSEYWhat say they?
17714CHAMBERLAINSuch a one, they all confess, There is indeed; which they would have your grace Find out, and he will take it.
17814CARDINAL WOLSEYLet me see, then. By all your good leaves, gentlemen; here I'll make My royal choice.
17914KING HENRY VIIIYe have found him, cardinal: [Unmasking] You hold a fair assembly; you do well, lord: You are a churchman, or, I'll tell you, cardinal, I should judge now unhappily.
18014CARDINAL WOLSEYI am glad Your grace is grown so pleasant.
18114KING HENRY VIIIMy lord chamberlain, Prithee, come hither: what fair lady's that?
18214CHAMBERLAINAn't please your grace, Sir Thomas Bullen's daughter-- The Viscount Rochford,--one of her highness' women.
18314KING HENRY VIIIBy 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.
18414CARDINAL WOLSEYSir Thomas Lovell, is the banquet ready I' the privy chamber?
18514LOVELLYes, my lord.
18614CARDINAL WOLSEYYour grace, I fear, with dancing is a little heated.
18714KING HENRY VIIII fear, too much.
18814CARDINAL WOLSEYThere's fresher air, my lord, In the next chamber.
18914KING 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 To 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.
190(stage directions)14[Exeunt with trumpets]
191(stage directions)21[Enter two Gentlemen, meeting]
19221FIRST GENTLEMANWhither away so fast?
19321SECOND GENTLEMANO, God save ye! Even to the hall, to hear what shall become Of the great Duke of Buckingham.
19421FIRST GENTLEMANI'll save you That labour, sir. All's now done, but the ceremony Of bringing back the prisoner.
19521SECOND GENTLEMANWere you there?
19621FIRST GENTLEMANYes, indeed, was I.
19721SECOND GENTLEMANPray, speak what has happen'd.
19821FIRST GENTLEMANYou may guess quickly what.
19921SECOND GENTLEMANIs he found guilty?
20021FIRST GENTLEMANYes, truly is he, and condemn'd upon't.
20121SECOND GENTLEMANI am sorry for't.
20221FIRST GENTLEMANSo are a number more.
20321SECOND GENTLEMANBut, pray, how pass'd it?
20421FIRST 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 Many 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: At 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.
20521SECOND GENTLEMANThat was he That fed him with his prophecies?
20621FIRST 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, Have found him guilty of high treason. Much He spoke, and learnedly, for life; but all Was either pitied in him or forgotten.
20721SECOND GENTLEMANAfter all this, how did he bear himself?
20821FIRST GENTLEMANWhen he was brought again to the bar, to hear His 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.
20921SECOND GENTLEMANI do not think he fears death.
21021FIRST GENTLEMANSure, he does not: He never was so womanish; the cause He may a little grieve at.
21121SECOND GENTLEMANCertainly The cardinal is the end of this.
21221FIRST 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, Lest he should help his father.
21321SECOND GENTLEMANThat trick of state Was a deep envious one.
21421FIRST GENTLEMANAt his return No doubt he will requite it. This is noted, And generally, whoever the king favours, The cardinal instantly will find employment, And far enough from court too.
21521SECOND GENTLEMANAll the commons Hate him perniciously, and, o' my conscience, Wish him ten fathom deep: this duke as much They love and dote on; call him bounteous Buckingham, The mirror of all courtesy;--
21621FIRST GENTLEMANStay there, sir, And see the noble ruin'd man you speak of. [Enter BUCKINGHAM from his arraignment; tip-staves] before him; the axe with the edge towards him; halberds on each side: accompanied with LOVELL, VAUX, SANDS, and common people]
21721SECOND GENTLEMANLet's stand close, and behold him.
21821BUCKINGHAMAll 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, And 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: But 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. For 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 Is 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.
21921LOVELLI do beseech your grace, for charity, If ever any malice in your heart Were hid against me, now to forgive me frankly.
22021BUCKINGHAMSir Thomas Lovell, I as free forgive you As I would be forgiven: I forgive all; There 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 You 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! And when old time shall lead him to his end, Goodness and he fill up one monument!
22121LOVELLTo the water side I must conduct your grace; Then give my charge up to Sir Nicholas Vaux, Who undertakes you to your end.
22221VAUXPrepare there, The duke is coming: see the barge be ready; And fit it with such furniture as suits The greatness of his person.
22321BUCKINGHAMNay, Sir Nicholas, Let 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; And 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, And 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, Henry 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: Yet 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: Where 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 But 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!
224(stage directions)21[Exeunt BUCKINGHAM and Train]
22521FIRST GENTLEMANO, this is full of pity! Sir, it calls, I fear, too many curses on their beads That were the authors.
22621SECOND GENTLEMANIf the duke be guiltless, 'Tis full of woe: yet I can give you inkling Of an ensuing evil, if it fall, Greater than this.
22721FIRST GENTLEMANGood angels keep it from us! What may it be? You do not doubt my faith, sir?
22821SECOND GENTLEMANThis secret is so weighty, 'twill require A strong faith to conceal it.
22921FIRST GENTLEMANLet me have it; I do not talk much.
23021SECOND GENTLEMANI am confident, You shall, sir: did you not of late days hear A buzzing of a separation Between the king and Katharine?
23121FIRST GENTLEMANYes, but it held not: For when the king once heard it, out of anger He sent command to the lord mayor straight To stop the rumor, and allay those tongues That durst disperse it.
23221SECOND GENTLEMANBut that slander, sir, Is found a truth now: for it grows again Fresher than e'er it was; and held for certain The 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; As all think, for this business.
23321FIRST 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.
23421SECOND GENTLEMANI 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.
23521FIRST GENTLEMAN'Tis woful. We are too open here to argue this; Let's think in private more.
236(stage directions)21[Exeunt]
237(stage directions)22[Enter Chamberlain, reading a letter]
23822CHAMBERLAIN'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 set 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.' I fear he will indeed: well, let him have them: He will have all, I think.
239(stage directions)22[Enter, to Chamberlain, NORFOLK and SUFFOLK]
24022NORFOLKWell met, my lord chamberlain.
24122CHAMBERLAINGood day to both your graces.
24222SUFFOLKHow is the king employ'd?
24322CHAMBERLAINI left him private, Full of sad thoughts and troubles.
24422NORFOLKWhat's the cause?
24522CHAMBERLAINIt seems the marriage with his brother's wife Has crept too near his conscience.
24622SUFFOLKNo, his conscience Has crept too near another lady.
24722NORFOLK'Tis so: This is the cardinal's doing, the king-cardinal: That blind priest, like the eldest son of fortune, Turns what he list. The king will know him one day.
24822SUFFOLKPray God he do! he'll never know himself else.
24922NORFOLKHow 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, He 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 That, 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, Will bless the king: and is not this course pious?
25022CHAMBERLAINHeaven 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, The French king's sister. Heaven will one day open The king's eyes, that so long have slept upon This bold bad man.
25122SUFFOLKAnd free us from his slavery.
25222NORFOLKWe had need pray, And 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.
25322SUFFOLKFor 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. I knew him, and I know him; so I leave him To him that made him proud, the pope.
25422NORFOLKLet's in; And with some other business put the king From these sad thoughts, that work too much upon him: My lord, you'll bear us company?
25522CHAMBERLAINExcuse me; The king has sent me otherwhere: besides, You'll find a most unfit time to disturb him: Health to your lordships.
25622NORFOLKThanks, my good lord chamberlain. [Exit Chamberlain; and KING HENRY VIII draws the] curtain, and sits reading pensively]
25722SUFFOLKHow sad he looks! sure, he is much afflicted.
25822KING HENRY VIIIWho's there, ha?
25922NORFOLKPray God he be not angry.
26022KING HENRY VIIIWho's there, I say? How dare you thrust yourselves Into my private meditations? Who am I? ha?
26122NORFOLKA gracious king that pardons all offences Malice ne'er meant: our breach of duty this way Is business of estate; in which we come To know your royal pleasure.
26222KING HENRY VIIIYe are too bold: Go to; I'll make ye know your times of business: Is this an hour for temporal affairs, ha? [Enter CARDINAL WOLSEY and CARDINAL CAMPEIUS, with] a commission] Who's there? my good lord cardinal? O my Wolsey, The quiet of my wounded conscience; Thou art a cure fit for a king. [To CARDINAL CAMPEIUS] You're welcome, Most learned reverend sir, into our kingdom: Use us and it. [To CARDINAL WOLSEY] My good lord, have great care I be not found a talker.
26322CARDINAL WOLSEYSir, you cannot. I would your grace would give us but an hour Of private conference.
26422KING HENRY VIII[To NORFOLK and SUFFOLK] We are busy; go.
26522NORFOLK[Aside to SUFFOLK] This priest has no pride in him?
26622SUFFOLK[Aside to NORFOLK] Not to speak of: I would not be so sick though for his place: But this cannot continue.
26722NORFOLK[Aside to SUFFOLK] If it do, I'll venture one have-at-him.
26822SUFFOLK[Aside to NORFOLK] I another.
269(stage directions)22[Exeunt NORFOLK and SUFFOLK]
27022CARDINAL WOLSEYYour 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, Must 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 One general tongue unto us, this good man, This just and learned priest, Cardinal Campeius; Whom once more I present unto your highness.
27122KING HENRY VIIIAnd once more in mine arms I bid him welcome, And thank the holy conclave for their loves: They have sent me such a man I would have wish'd for.
27222CARDINAL 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 Cardinal of York, are join'd with me their servant In the unpartial judging of this business.
27322KING HENRY VIIITwo equal men. The queen shall be acquainted Forthwith for what you come. Where's Gardiner?
27422CARDINAL WOLSEYI know your majesty has always loved her So 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.
27522KING HENRY VIIIAy, and the best she shall have; and my favour To him that does best: God forbid else. Cardinal, Prithee, call Gardiner to me, my new secretary: I find him a fit fellow.
276(stage directions)22[Exit CARDINAL WOLSEY]
277(stage directions)22[Re-enter CARDINAL WOLSEY, with GARDINER]
27822CARDINAL WOLSEY[Aside to GARDINER] Give me your hand much joy and favour to you; You are the king's now.
27922GARDINER[Aside to CARDINAL WOLSEY] But to be commanded For ever by your grace, whose hand has raised me.
28022KING HENRY VIIICome hither, Gardiner.
281(stage directions)22[Walks and whispers]
28222CARDINAL CAMPEIUSMy Lord of York, was not one Doctor Pace In this man's place before him?
28322CARDINAL WOLSEYYes, he was.
28422CARDINAL CAMPEIUSWas he not held a learned man?
28522CARDINAL WOLSEYYes, surely.
28622CARDINAL CAMPEIUSBelieve me, there's an ill opinion spread then Even of yourself, lord cardinal.
28722CARDINAL WOLSEYHow! of me?
28822CARDINAL 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, That he ran mad and died.
28922CARDINAL 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, If 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.
29022KING HENRY VIIIDeliver this with modesty to the queen. [Exit GARDINER] The most convenient place that I can think of For 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! O, 'tis a tender place; and I must leave her.
291(stage directions)22[Exeunt]
292(stage directions)23[Enter ANNE and an Old Lady]
29323QUEEN 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, She 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, To give her the avaunt! it is a pity Would move a monster.
29423OLD LADYHearts of most hard temper Melt and lament for her.
29523QUEEN ANNEO, God's will! much better She 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.
29623OLD LADYAlas, poor lady! She's a stranger now again.
29723QUEEN 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, Than to be perk'd up in a glistering grief, And wear a golden sorrow.
29823OLD LADYOur content Is our best having.
29923QUEEN ANNEBy my troth and maidenhead, I would not be a queen.
30023OLD 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, Have 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, If you might please to stretch it.
30123QUEEN ANNENay, good troth.
30223OLD LADYYes, troth, and troth; you would not be a queen?
30323QUEEN ANNENo, not for all the riches under heaven. Old 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?
30423QUEEN ANNENo, in truth.
30523OLD LADYThen you are weakly made: pluck off a little; I 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.
30623QUEEN ANNEHow you do talk! I swear again, I would not be a queen For all the world.
30723OLD LADYIn faith, for little England You'ld venture an emballing: I myself Would for Carnarvonshire, although there long'd No more to the crown but that. Lo, who comes here?
308(stage directions)23[Enter Chamberlain]
30923CHAMBERLAINGood morrow, ladies. What were't worth to know The secret of your conference?
31023QUEEN ANNEMy good lord, Not your demand; it values not your asking: Our mistress' sorrows we were pitying.
31123CHAMBERLAINIt was a gentle business, and becoming The action of good women: there is hope All will be well.
31223QUEEN ANNENow, I pray God, amen!
31323CHAMBERLAINYou 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 Does 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.
31423QUEEN ANNEI do not know What 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, Vouchsafe to speak my thanks and my obedience, As from a blushing handmaid, to his highness; Whose health and royalty I pray for.
31523CHAMBERLAINLady, I shall not fail to approve the fair conceit The king hath of you. [Aside] 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 To lighten all this isle? I'll to the king, And say I spoke with you.
316(stage directions)23[Exit Chamberlain]
31723QUEEN ANNEMy honour'd lord.
31823OLD LADYWhy, this it is; see, see! I have been begging sixteen years in court, Am 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 Before you open it.
31923QUEEN ANNEThis is strange to me.
32023OLD 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, For all the mud in Egypt: have you heard it?
32123QUEEN ANNECome, you are pleasant.
32223OLD LADYWith your theme, I could O'ermount the lark. The Marchioness of Pembroke! A thousand pounds a year for pure respect! No 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?
32323QUEEN ANNEGood 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. The queen is comfortless, and we forgetful In our long absence: pray, do not deliver What here you've heard to her.
32423OLD LADYWhat do you think me?
325(stage directions)23[Exeunt] [Trumpets, sennet, and cornets. Enter two Vergers,] with short silver wands; next them, two Scribes, in the habit of doctors; after them, CANTERBURY alone; after him, LINCOLN, Ely, Rochester, and Saint Asaph; next them, with some small distance, follows a Gentleman bearing the purse, with the great seal, and a cardinal's hat; then two Priests, bearing each a silver cross; then a Gentleman-usher bare-headed, accompanied with a Sergeant-at-arms bearing a silver mace; then two Gentlemen bearing two great silver pillars; after them, side by side, CARDINAL WOLSEY and CARDINAL CAMPEIUS; two Noblemen with the sword and mace. KING HENRY VIII takes place under the cloth of state; CARDINAL WOLSEY and CARDINAL CAMPEIUS sit under him as judges. QUEEN KATHARINE takes place some distance from KING HENRY VIII. The Bishops place themselves on each side the court, in manner of a consistory; below them, the Scribes. The Lords sit next the Bishops. The rest of the Attendants stand in convenient order about the stage]
32624CARDINAL WOLSEYWhilst our commission from Rome is read, Let silence be commanded.
32724KING HENRY VIIIWhat's the need? It hath already publicly been read, And on all sides the authority allow'd; You may, then, spare that time.
32824CARDINAL WOLSEYBe't so. Proceed.
32924SCRIBESay, Henry King of England, come into the court.
33024CRIERHenry King of England, &c.
33124KING HENRY VIIIHere.
33224SCRIBESay, Katharine Queen of England, come into the court.
33324CRIERKatharine Queen of England, &c. [QUEEN KATHARINE makes no answer, rises out of her] chair, goes about the court, comes to KING HENRY VIII, and kneels at his feet; then speaks]
33424QUEEN KATHARINESir, I desire you do me right and justice; And to bestow your pity on me: for I 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 Hath 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; Ever 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 Have 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 That 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, My 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, The 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 A 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 Be by my friends in Spain advised; whose counsel I will implore: if not, i' the name of God, Your pleasure be fulfill'd!
33524CARDINAL WOLSEYYou have here, lady, And of your choice, these reverend fathers; men Of 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 What is unsettled in the king.
33624CARDINAL CAMPEIUSHis grace Hath spoken well and justly: therefore, madam, It's fit this royal session do proceed; And that, without delay, their arguments Be now produced and heard.
33724QUEEN KATHARINELord cardinal, To you I speak.
33824CARDINAL WOLSEYYour pleasure, madam?
33924QUEEN KATHARINESir, I 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.
34024CARDINAL WOLSEYBe patient yet.
34124QUEEN KATHARINEI 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 Have 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 At all a friend to truth.
34224CARDINAL 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 O'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, Yea, 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 As 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 His highness shall speak in, I do beseech You, gracious madam, to unthink your speaking And to say so no more.
34324QUEEN KATHARINEMy lord, my lord, I am a simple woman, much too weak To 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. You 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, You 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, And to be judged by him.
344(stage directions)24[She curtsies to KING HENRY VIII, and offers to depart]
34524CARDINAL 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.
34624KING HENRY VIIICall her again.
34724CRIERKatharine Queen of England, come into the court.
34824GRIFFITHMadam, you are call'd back.
34924QUEEN KATHARINEWhat need you note it? pray you, keep your way: When you are call'd, return. Now, the Lord help, They 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.
350(stage directions)24[Exeunt QUEEN KATHARINE and her Attendants]
35124KING HENRY VIIIGo thy ways, Kate: That 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, Obeying 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.
35224CARDINAL WOLSEYMost 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 At 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 A royal lady, spake one the least word that might Be to the prejudice of her present state, Or touch of her good person?
35324KING HENRY VIIIMy lord cardinal, I do excuse you; yea, upon mine honour, I 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: But 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, And 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 By 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, I 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 The 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 I 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 Or 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 I 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 Now 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 With you, my Lord of Lincoln; you remember How under my oppression I did reek, When I first moved you.
35424LINCOLNVery well, my liege.
35524KING HENRY VIIII have spoke long: be pleased yourself to say How far you satisfied me.
35624LINCOLNSo 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 The daring'st counsel which I had to doubt; And did entreat your highness to this course Which you are running here.
35724KING HENRY VIIII then moved you, My Lord of Canterbury; and got your leave To 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 Of 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, Katharine our queen, before the primest creature That's paragon'd o' the world.
35824CARDINAL CAMPEIUSSo please your highness, The queen being absent, 'tis a needful fitness That we adjourn this court till further day: Meanwhile must be an earnest motion Made to the queen, to call back her appeal She intends unto his holiness.
35924KING HENRY VIII[Aside]. I may perceive These cardinals trifle with me: I abhor This 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.
360(stage directions)24[Exeunt in manner as they entered]
361(stage directions)31[Enter QUEEN KATHARINE and her Women, as at work]
36231QUEEN KATHARINETake thy lute, wench: my soul grows sad with troubles; Sing, and disperse 'em, if thou canst: leave working. [SONG] Orpheus with his lute made trees, And the mountain tops that freeze, Bow 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, Even 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.
363(stage directions)31[Enter a Gentleman]
36431QUEEN KATHARINEHow now!
36531GENTLEMANAn't please your grace, the two great cardinals Wait in the presence.
36631QUEEN KATHARINEWould they speak with me?
36731GENTLEMANThey will'd me say so, madam.
36831QUEEN KATHARINEPray their graces To come near. [Exit Gentleman] 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, They should be good men; their affairs as righteous: But all hoods make not monks.
369(stage directions)31[Enter CARDINAL WOLSEY and CARDINAL CAMPEIUS]
37031CARDINAL WOLSEYPeace to your highness!
37131QUEEN KATHARINEYour graces find me here part of a housewife, I would be all, against the worst may happen. What are your pleasures with me, reverend lords?
37231CARDINAL WOLSEYMay it please you noble madam, to withdraw Into your private chamber, we shall give you The full cause of our coming.
37331QUEEN KATHARINESpeak it here: There'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 Were 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.
37431CARDINAL WOLSEYTanta est erga te mentis integritas, regina serenissima,--
37531QUEEN 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: A 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, The willing'st sin I ever yet committed May be absolved in English.
37631CARDINAL WOLSEYNoble lady, I am sorry my integrity should breed, And service to his majesty and you, So 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 How 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.
37731CARDINAL CAMPEIUSMost honour'd madam, My 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, His service and his counsel.
37831QUEEN KATHARINE[Aside]. 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, In 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 Either 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!
37931CARDINAL WOLSEYMadam, you wrong the king's love with these fears: Your hopes and friends are infinite.
38031QUEEN KATHARINEIn England But little for my profit: can you think, lords, That any Englishman dare give me counsel? Or 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: They are, as all my other comforts, far hence In mine own country, lords.
38131CARDINAL CAMPEIUSI would your grace Would leave your griefs, and take my counsel.
38231QUEEN KATHARINEHow, sir?
38331CARDINAL CAMPEIUSPut 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.
38431CARDINAL WOLSEYHe tells you rightly.
38531QUEEN 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.
38631CARDINAL CAMPEIUSYour rage mistakes us.
38731QUEEN 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? The 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 The burthen of my sorrows fall upon ye.
38831CARDINAL WOLSEYMadam, this is a mere distraction; You turn the good we offer into envy.
38931QUEEN KATHARINEYe turn me into nothing: woe upon ye And all such false professors! would you have me-- If 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, And 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.
39031CARDINAL CAMPEIUSYour fears are worse.
39131QUEEN KATHARINEHave 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 Still 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. Bring 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.
39231CARDINAL WOLSEYMadam, you wander from the good we aim at.
39331QUEEN KATHARINEMy 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.
39431CARDINAL WOLSEYPray, hear me.
39531QUEEN KATHARINEWould 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. Alas, 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, I'll hang my head and perish.
39631CARDINAL 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, The 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. The 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 Those we profess, peace-makers, friends, and servants.
39731CARDINAL 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; Beware 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.
39831QUEEN KATHARINEDo what ye will, my lords: and, pray, forgive me, If I have used myself unmannerly; You 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, Bestow your counsels on me: she now begs, That little thought, when she set footing here, She should have bought her dignities so dear.
399(stage directions)31[Exeunt]
400(stage directions)32[Enter NORFOLK, SUFFOLK, SURREY, and Chamberlain]
40132NORFOLKIf 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 But that you shall sustain moe new disgraces, With these you bear already.
40232SURREYI am joyful To meet the least occasion that may give me Remembrance of my father-in-law, the duke, To be revenged on him.
40332SUFFOLKWhich 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 Out of himself?
40432CHAMBERLAINMy 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 Bar his access to the king, never attempt Any thing on him; for he hath a witchcraft Over the king in's tongue.
40532NORFOLKO, fear him not; His spell in that is out: the king hath found Matter against him that for ever mars The honey of his language. No, he's settled, Not to come off, in his displeasure.
40632SURREYSir, I should be glad to hear such news as this Once every hour.
40732NORFOLKBelieve it, this is true: In the divorce his contrary proceedings Are all unfolded wherein he appears As I would wish mine enemy.
40832SURREYHow came His practises to light?
40932SUFFOLKMost strangely.
41032SURREYO, how, how?
41132SUFFOLKThe cardinal's letters to the pope miscarried, And 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 A creature of the queen's, Lady Anne Bullen.'
41232SURREYHas the king this?
41332SUFFOLKBelieve it.
41432SURREYWill this work?
41532CHAMBERLAINThe king in this perceives him, how he coasts And 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.
41632SURREYWould he had!
41732SUFFOLKMay you be happy in your wish, my lord For, I profess, you have it.
41832SURREYNow, all my joy Trace the conjunction!
41932SUFFOLKMy amen to't!
42032NORFOLKAll men's!
42132SUFFOLKThere'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 In mind and feature: I persuade me, from her Will fall some blessing to this land, which shall In it be memorised.
42232SURREYBut, will the king Digest this letter of the cardinal's? The Lord forbid!
42332NORFOLKMarry, amen!
42432SUFFOLKNo, no; There be moe wasps that buzz about his nose Will make this sting the sooner. Cardinal Campeius Is 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.
42532CHAMBERLAINNow, God incense him, And let him cry Ha! louder!
42632NORFOLKBut, my lord, When returns Cranmer?
42732SUFFOLKHe is return'd in his opinions; which Have 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 Shall be call'd queen, but princess dowager And widow to Prince Arthur.
42832NORFOLKThis same Cranmer's A worthy fellow, and hath ta'en much pain In the king's business.
42932SUFFOLKHe has; and we shall see him For it an archbishop.
43032NORFOLKSo I hear.
43132SUFFOLK'Tis so. The cardinal!
432(stage directions)32[Enter CARDINAL WOLSEY and CROMWELL]
43332NORFOLKObserve, observe, he's moody.
43432CARDINAL WOLSEYThe packet, Cromwell. Gave't you the king?
43532CROMWELLTo his own hand, in's bedchamber.
43632CARDINAL WOLSEYLook'd he o' the inside of the paper?
43732CROMWELLPresently 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.
43832CARDINAL WOLSEYIs he ready To come abroad?
43932CROMWELLI think, by this he is.
44032CARDINAL WOLSEYLeave me awhile. [Exit CROMWELL] [Aside] It shall be to the Duchess of Alencon, The 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!
44132NORFOLKHe's discontented.
44232SUFFOLKMay be, he hears the king Does whet his anger to him.
44332SURREYSharp enough, Lord, for thy justice!
44432CARDINAL WOLSEY[Aside] 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 And 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 Hath crawl'd into the favour of the king, And is his oracle.
44532NORFOLKHe is vex'd at something.
44632SURREYI would 'twere something that would fret the string, The master-cord on's heart!
447(stage directions)32[Enter KING HENRY VIII, reading of a schedule, and LOVELL]
44832SUFFOLKThe king, the king!
44932KING 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, Saw you the cardinal?
45032NORFOLKMy 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, Then 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.
45132KING HENRY VIIIIt 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? Forsooth, 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.
45232NORFOLKIt's heaven's will: Some spirit put this paper in the packet, To bless your eye withal.
45332KING HENRY VIIIIf we did think His contemplation were above the earth, And 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. [King HENRY VIII takes his seat; whispers LOVELL,] who goes to CARDINAL WOLSEY]
45432CARDINAL WOLSEYHeaven forgive me! Ever God bless your highness!
45532KING 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 To 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.
45632CARDINAL WOLSEYSir, For 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, Must give my tendence to.
45732KING HENRY VIIIYou have said well.
45832CARDINAL WOLSEYAnd ever may your highness yoke together, As I will lend you cause, my doing well With my well saying!
45932KING HENRY VIII'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, I 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.
46032CARDINAL WOLSEY[Aside] What should this mean?
46132SURREY[Aside] The Lord increase this business!
46232KING 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, If you are bound to us or no. What say you?
46332CARDINAL 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 Have 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 Heap'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.
46432KING HENRY VIIIFairly 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 That, 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, As 'twere in love's particular, be more To me, your friend, than any.
46532CARDINAL WOLSEYI do profess That for your highness' good I ever labour'd More than mine own; that am, have, and will be-- Though 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, Should the approach of this wild river break, And stand unshaken yours.
46632KING HENRY VIII'Tis nobly spoken: Take notice, lords, he has a loyal breast, For you have seen him open't. Read o'er this; [Giving him papers] And after, this: and then to breakfast with What appetite you have. [Exit KING HENRY VIII, frowning upon CARDINAL WOLSEY:] the Nobles throng after him, smiling and whispering]
46732CARDINAL WOLSEYWhat should this mean? What sudden anger's this? how have I reap'd it? He parted frowning from me, as if ruin Leap'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 Of 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 I 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!' The 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 Like a bright exhalation m the evening, And no man see me more. [Re-enter to CARDINAL WOLSEY, NORFOLK and SUFFOLK, SURREY,] and the Chamberlain]
46832NORFOLKHear the king's pleasure, cardinal: who commands you To render up the great seal presently Into our hands; and to confine yourself To Asher House, my Lord of Winchester's, Till you hear further from his highness.
46932CARDINAL WOLSEYStay: Where's your commission, lords? words cannot carry Authority so weighty.
47032SUFFOLKWho dare cross 'em, Bearing the king's will from his mouth expressly?
47132CARDINAL 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 Of 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; You 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, During my life; and, to confirm his goodness, Tied it by letters-patents: now, who'll take it?
47232SURREYThe king, that gave it.
47332CARDINAL WOLSEYIt must be himself, then.
47432SURREYThou art a proud traitor, priest.
47532CARDINAL WOLSEYProud lord, thou liest: Within these forty hours Surrey durst better Have burnt that tongue than said so.
47632SURREYThy ambition, Thou scarlet sin, robb'd this bewailing land Of 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; Far 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.
47732CARDINAL WOLSEYThis, and all else This 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. If 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, And all that love his follies.
47832SURREYBy my soul, Your long coat, priest, protects you; thou shouldst feel My sword i' the life-blood of thee else. My lords, Can 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.
47932CARDINAL WOLSEYAll goodness Is poison to thy stomach.
48032SURREYYes, that goodness Of gleaning all the land's wealth into one, Into your own hands, cardinal, by extortion; The 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 Of 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 Lay kissing in your arms, lord cardinal.
48132CARDINAL WOLSEYHow much, methinks, I could despise this man, But that I am bound in charity against it!
48232NORFOLKThose articles, my lord, are in the king's hand: But, thus much, they are foul ones.
48332CARDINAL WOLSEYSo much fairer And spotless shall mine innocence arise, When the king knows my truth.
48432SURREYThis cannot save you: I thank my memory, I yet remember Some of these articles; and out they shall. Now, if you can blush and cry 'guilty,' cardinal, You'll show a little honesty.
48532CARDINAL WOLSEYSpeak on, sir; I dare your worst objections: if I blush, It is to see a nobleman want manners.
48632SURREYI 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.
48732NORFOLKThen, 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.
48832SUFFOLKThen that, without the knowledge Either of king or council, when you went Ambassador to the emperor, you made bold To carry into Flanders the great seal.
48932SURREYItem, you sent a large commission To Gregory de Cassado, to conclude, Without the king's will or the state's allowance, A league between his highness and Ferrara.
49032SUFFOLKThat, out of mere ambition, you have caused Your holy hat to be stamp'd on the king's coin.
49132SURREYThen that you have sent innumerable substance-- By 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, I will not taint my mouth with.
49232CHAMBERLAINO 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 So little of his great self.
49332SURREYI forgive him.
49432SUFFOLKLord cardinal, the king's further pleasure is, Because all those things you have done of late, By your power legatine, within this kingdom, Fall 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.
49532NORFOLKAnd 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.
496(stage directions)32[Exeunt all but CARDINAL WOLSEY]
49732CARDINAL WOLSEYSo 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; The 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, This 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. Vain 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, More pangs and fears than wars or women have: And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. [Enter CROMWELL, and stands amazed] Why, how now, Cromwell!
49832CROMWELLI have no power to speak, sir.
49932CARDINAL WOLSEYWhat, amazed At my misfortunes? can thy spirit wonder A great man should decline? Nay, an you weep, I am fall'n indeed.
50032CROMWELLHow does your grace?
50132CARDINAL WOLSEYWhy, 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, I 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!
50232CROMWELLI am glad your grace has made that right use of it.
50332CARDINAL 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. What news abroad?
50432CROMWELLThe heaviest and the worst Is your displeasure with the king.
50532CARDINAL WOLSEYGod bless him!
50632CROMWELLThe next is, that Sir Thomas More is chosen Lord chancellor in your place.
50732CARDINAL 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, When he has run his course and sleeps in blessings, May have a tomb of orphans' tears wept on em! What more?
50832CROMWELLThat Cranmer is return'd with welcome, Install'd lord archbishop of Canterbury.
50932CARDINAL WOLSEYThat's news indeed.
51032CROMWELLLast, 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.
51132CARDINAL WOLSEYThere 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 Upon 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; Some 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.
51232CROMWELLO 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. The king shall have my service: but my prayers For ever and for ever shall be yours.
51332CARDINAL 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. Let'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, And 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: By 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, To 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; And,--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! Had 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.
51432CROMWELLGood sir, have patience.
51532CARDINAL WOLSEYSo I have. Farewell The hopes of court! my hopes in heaven do dwell.
516(stage directions)32[Exeunt]
517(stage directions)41[Enter two Gentlemen, meeting one another]
51841FIRST GENTLEMANYou're well met once again.
51941SECOND GENTLEMANSo are you.
52041FIRST GENTLEMANYou come to take your stand here, and behold The Lady Anne pass from her coronation?
52141SECOND GENTLEMAN'Tis all my business. At our last encounter, The Duke of Buckingham came from his trial.
52241FIRST GENTLEMAN'Tis very true: but that time offer'd sorrow; This, general joy.
52341SECOND GENTLEMAN'Tis well: the citizens, I 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.
52441FIRST GENTLEMANNever greater, Nor, I'll assure you, better taken, sir.
52541SECOND GENTLEMANMay I be bold to ask at what that contains, That paper in your hand?
52641FIRST GENTLEMANYes; 'tis the list Of those that claim their offices this day By 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.
52741SECOND GENTLEMANI thank you, sir: had I not known those customs, I should have been beholding to your paper. But, I beseech you, what's become of Katharine, The princess dowager? how goes her business?
52841FIRST GENTLEMANThat I can tell you too. The Archbishop Of Canterbury, accompanied with other Learned 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 The 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.
52941SECOND GENTLEMANAlas, good lady! [Trumpets] The trumpets sound: stand close, the queen is coming. [Hautboys] [THE ORDER OF THE CORONATION] 1. A lively flourish of Trumpets. 2. Then, two Judges. 3. Lord Chancellor, with the purse and mace before him. 4. Choristers, singing. [Music] 5. Mayor of London, bearing the mace. Then Garter, in his coat of arms, and on his head a gilt copper crown. 6. Marquess Dorset, bearing a sceptre of gold, on his head a demi-coronal of gold. With him, SURREY, bearing the rod of silver with the dove, crowned with an earl's coronet. Collars of SS. 7. SUFFOLK, in his robe of estate, his coronet on his head, bearing a long white wand, as high-steward. With him, NORFOLK, with the rod of marshalship, a coronet on his head. Collars of SS. 8. A canopy borne by four of the Cinque-ports; under it, QUEEN ANNE in her robe; in her hair richly adorned with pearl, crowned. On each side her, the Bishops of London and Winchester. 9. The old Duchess of Norfolk, in a coronal of gold, wrought with flowers, bearing QUEEN ANNE's train. 10. Certain Ladies or Countesses, with plain circlets of gold without flowers.
530(stage directions)41[They pass over the stage in order and state]
53141SECOND GENTLEMANA royal train, believe me. These I know: Who's that that bears the sceptre?
53241FIRST GENTLEMANMarquess Dorset: And that the Earl of Surrey, with the rod.
53341SECOND GENTLEMANA bold brave gentleman. That should be The Duke of Suffolk?
53441FIRST GENTLEMAN'Tis the same: high-steward.
53541SECOND GENTLEMANAnd that my Lord of Norfolk?
53641FIRST GENTLEMANYes;
53741SECOND GENTLEMANHeaven bless thee! [Looking on QUEEN ANNE] 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, And more and richer, when he strains that lady: I cannot blame his conscience.
53841FIRST GENTLEMANThey that bear The cloth of honour over her, are four barons Of the Cinque-ports.
53941SECOND GENTLEMANThose 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.
54041FIRST GENTLEMANIt is; and all the rest are countesses.
54141SECOND GENTLEMANTheir coronets say so. These are stars indeed; And sometimes falling ones.
54241FIRST GENTLEMANNo more of that.
543(stage directions)41[Exit procession, and then a great flourish of trumpets]
544(stage directions)41[Enter a third Gentleman]
54541FIRST GENTLEMANGod save you, sir! where have you been broiling?
54641THIRD GENTLEMANAmong the crowd i' the Abbey; where a finger Could not be wedged in more: I am stifled With the mere rankness of their joy.
54741SECOND GENTLEMANYou saw The ceremony?
54841THIRD GENTLEMANThat I did.
54941FIRST GENTLEMANHow was it?
55041THIRD GENTLEMANWell worth the seeing.
55141SECOND GENTLEMANGood sir, speak it to us.
55241THIRD 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 A 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 That 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 Been 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 Could say 'This is my wife' there; all were woven So strangely in one piece.
55341SECOND GENTLEMANBut, what follow'd?
55441THIRD GENTLEMANAt length her grace rose, and with modest paces Came to the altar; where she kneel'd, and saint-like Cast 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, The 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 To York-place, where the feast is held.
55541FIRST 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.
55641THIRD GENTLEMANI know it; But 'tis so lately alter'd, that the old name Is fresh about me.
55741SECOND GENTLEMANWhat two reverend bishops Were those that went on each side of the queen?
55841THIRD GENTLEMANStokesly and Gardiner; the one of Winchester, Newly preferr'd from the king's secretary, The other, London.
55941SECOND GENTLEMANHe of Winchester Is held no great good lover of the archbishop's, The virtuous Cranmer.
56041THIRD 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.
56141SECOND GENTLEMANWho may that be, I pray you?
56241THIRD GENTLEMANThomas 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.
56341SECOND GENTLEMANHe will deserve more.
56441THIRD 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, I'll tell ye more.
56541BOTHYou may command us, sir.
566(stage directions)41[Exeunt] [Enter KATHARINE, Dowager, sick; led between] GRIFFITH, her gentleman usher, and PATIENCE, her woman]
56742GRIFFITHHow does your grace?
56842QUEEN KATHARINEO Griffith, sick to death! My legs, like loaden branches, bow to the earth, Willing to leave their burthen. Reach a chair: So; 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?
56942GRIFFITHYes, madam; but I think your grace, Out of the pain you suffer'd, gave no ear to't.
57042QUEEN KATHARINEPrithee, good Griffith, tell me how he died: If well, he stepp'd before me, happily For my example.
57142GRIFFITHWell, the voice goes, madam: For after the stout Earl Northumberland Arrested 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.
57242QUEEN KATHARINEAlas, poor man!
57342GRIFFITHAt 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, Is 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 Foretold 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.
57442QUEEN KATHARINESo may he rest; his faults lie gently on him! Yet 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; His 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; But his performance, as he is now, nothing: Of his own body he was ill, and gave The clergy in example.
57542GRIFFITHNoble madam, Men's evil manners live in brass; their virtues We write in water. May it please your highness To hear me speak his good now?
57642QUEEN KATHARINEYes, good Griffith; I were malicious else.
57742GRIFFITHThis cardinal, Though 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; But 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, Ipswich 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. His 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.
57842QUEEN KATHARINEAfter 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, With 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 I named my knell, whilst I sit meditating On that celestial harmony I go to.
579(stage directions)42[Sad and solemn music]
58042GRIFFITHShe is asleep: good wench, let's sit down quiet, For fear we wake her: softly, gentle Patience. [The vision. Enter, solemnly tripping one after] another, six personages, clad in white robes, wearing on their heads garlands of bays, and golden vizards on their faces; branches of bays or palm in their hands. They first congee unto her, then dance; and, at certain changes, the first two hold a spare garland over her head; at which the other four make reverent curtsies; then the two that held the garland deliver the same to the other next two, who observe the same order in their changes, and holding the garland over her head: which done, they deliver the same garland to the last two, who likewise observe the same order: at which, as it were by inspiration, she makes in her sleep signs of rejoicing, and holdeth up her hands to heaven: and so in their dancing vanish, carrying the garland with them. The music continues]
58142QUEEN KATHARINESpirits of peace, where are ye? are ye all gone, And leave me here in wretchedness behind ye?
58242GRIFFITHMadam, we are here.
58342QUEEN KATHARINEIt is not you I call for: Saw ye none enter since I slept?
58442GRIFFITHNone, madam.
58542QUEEN KATHARINENo? 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 I am not worthy yet to wear: I shall, assuredly.
58642GRIFFITHI am most joyful, madam, such good dreams Possess your fancy.
58742QUEEN KATHARINEBid the music leave, They are harsh and heavy to me.
588(stage directions)42[Music ceases]
58942PATIENCEDo 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!
59042GRIFFITHShe is going, wench: pray, pray.
59142PATIENCEHeaven comfort her!
592(stage directions)42[Enter a Messenger]
59342MESSENGERAn't like your grace,--
59442QUEEN KATHARINEYou are a saucy fellow: Deserve we no more reverence?
59542GRIFFITHYou are to blame, Knowing she will not lose her wonted greatness, To use so rude behavior; go to, kneel.
59642MESSENGERI humbly do entreat your highness' pardon; My haste made me unmannerly. There is staying A gentleman, sent from the king, to see you.
59742QUEEN KATHARINEAdmit him entrance, Griffith: but this fellow Let me ne'er see again. [Exeunt GRIFFITH and Messenger] [Re-enter GRIFFITH, with CAPUCIUS] If my sight fail not, You should be lord ambassador from the emperor, My royal nephew, and your name Capucius.
59842CAPUCIUSMadam, the same; your servant.
59942QUEEN 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?
60042CAPUCIUSNoble 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, And heartily entreats you take good comfort.
60142QUEEN 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. How does his highness?
60242CAPUCIUSMadam, in good health.
60342QUEEN 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, I caused you write, yet sent away?
60442PATIENCENo, madam.
605(stage directions)42[Giving it to KATHARINE]
60642QUEEN KATHARINESir, I most humbly pray you to deliver This to my lord the king.
60742CAPUCIUSMost willing, madam.
60842QUEEN KATHARINEIn 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, I 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 Have 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, A 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, And 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, As you wish Christian peace to souls departed, Stand these poor people's friend, and urge the king To do me this last right.
60942CAPUCIUSBy heaven, I will, Or let me lose the fashion of a man!
61042QUEEN KATHARINEI 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, My 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 I 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.
611(stage directions)42[Exeunt, leading KATHARINE] [Enter GARDINER, Bishop of Winchester, a Page with a] torch before him, met by LOVELL]
61251GARDINERIt's one o'clock, boy, is't not?
61351BOYIt hath struck.
61451GARDINERThese should be hours for necessities, Not for delights; times to repair our nature With comforting repose, and not for us To waste these times. Good hour of night, Sir Thomas! Whither so late?
61551LOVELLCame you from the king, my lord
61651GARDINERI did, Sir Thomas: and left him at primero With the Duke of Suffolk.
61751LOVELLI must to him too, Before he go to bed. I'll take my leave.
61851GARDINERNot yet, Sir Thomas Lovell. What's the matter? It seems you are in haste: an if there be No 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.
61951LOVELLMy 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.
62051GARDINERThe 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.
62151LOVELLMethinks I could Cry the amen; and yet my conscience says She's a good creature, and, sweet lady, does Deserve our better wishes.
62251GARDINERBut, sir, sir, Hear me, Sir Thomas: you're a gentleman Of 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.
62351LOVELLNow, 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, With which the time will load him. The archbishop Is the king's hand and tongue; and who dare speak One syllable against him?
62451GARDINERYes, yes, Sir Thomas, There are that dare; and I myself have ventured To 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 That 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 To-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.
62551LOVELLMany good nights, my lord: I rest your servant.
626(stage directions)51[Exeunt GARDINER and Page]
627(stage directions)51[Enter KING HENRY VIII and SUFFOLK]
62851KING HENRY VIIICharles, I will play no more tonight; My mind's not on't; you are too hard for me.
62951SUFFOLKSir, I did never win of you before.
63051KING HENRY VIIIBut little, Charles; Nor shall not, when my fancy's on my play. Now, Lovell, from the queen what is the news?
63151LOVELLI 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 Most heartily to pray for her.
63251KING HENRY VIIIWhat say'st thou, ha? To pray for her? what, is she crying out?
63351LOVELLSo said her woman; and that her sufferance made Almost each pang a death.
63451KING HENRY VIIIAlas, good lady!
63551SUFFOLKGod safely quit her of her burthen, and With gentle travail, to the gladding of Your highness with an heir!
63651KING HENRY VIII'Tis midnight, Charles; Prithee, 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.
63751SUFFOLKI wish your highness A quiet night; and my good mistress will Remember in my prayers.
63851KING HENRY VIIICharles, good night. [Exit SUFFOLK] [Enter DENNY] Well, sir, what follows?
63951DENNYSir, I have brought my lord the archbishop, As you commanded me.
64051KING HENRY VIIIHa! Canterbury?
64151DENNYAy, my good lord.
64251KING HENRY VIII'Tis true: where is he, Denny?
64351DENNYHe attends your highness' pleasure.
644(stage directions)51[Exit DENNY]
64551LOVELL[Aside] This is about that which the bishop spake: I am happily come hither.
646(stage directions)51[Re-enter DENNY, with CRANMER]
64751KING HENRY VIIIAvoid the gallery. [LOVELL seems to stay] Ha! I have said. Be gone. What!
648(stage directions)51[Exeunt LOVELL and DENNY]
64951CRANMER[Aside] I am fearful: wherefore frowns he thus? 'Tis his aspect of terror. All's not well.
65051KING HENRY VIIIHow now, my lord! you desire to know Wherefore I sent for you.
65151CRANMER[Kneeling] It is my duty To attend your highness' pleasure.
65251KING 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. Ah, 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, Have 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 Your 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.
65351CRANMER[Kneeling] I 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 Than I myself, poor man.
65451KING 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. What 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.
65551CRANMERMost 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 What can be said against me.
65651KING 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 The 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 Of 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, And woo your own destruction.
65751CRANMERGod and your majesty Protect mine innocence, or I fall into The trap is laid for me!
65851KING HENRY VIIIBe of good cheer; They 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 Fail 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! He'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. [Exit CRANMER] He has strangled His language in his tears.
659(stage directions)51[Enter Old Lady, LOVELL following]
66051GENTLEMAN[Within] Come back: what mean you?
66151OLD 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 Under their blessed wings!
66251KING HENRY VIIINow, by thy looks I guess thy message. Is the queen deliver'd? Say, ay; and of a boy.
66351OLD LADYAy, ay, my liege; And 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 As cherry is to cherry.
66451KING HENRY VIIILovell!
66551LOVELLSir?
66651KING HENRY VIIIGive her an hundred marks. I'll to the queen.
667(stage directions)51[Exit]
66851OLD LADYAn hundred marks! By this light, I'll ha' more. An 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.
669(stage directions)51[Exeunt] attending.
670(stage directions)52[Enter CRANMER]
67152CRANMERI 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?
672(stage directions)52[Enter Keeper]
67352KEEPERYes, my lord; But yet I cannot help you.
67452CRANMERWhy?
675(stage directions)52[Enter DOCTOR BUTTS]
67652KEEPERYour grace must wait till you be call'd for.
67752CRANMERSo.
67852DOCTOR BUTTS[Aside] This is a piece of malice. I am glad I came this way so happily: the king Shall understand it presently.
679(stage directions)52[Exit]
68052CRANMER[Aside]. 'Tis Butts, The king's physician: as he pass'd along, How 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 Wait else at door, a fellow-counsellor, 'Mong boys, grooms, and lackeys. But their pleasures Must be fulfill'd, and I attend with patience.
681(stage directions)52[Enter the KING HENRY VIII and DOCTOR BUTTS at a window above]
68252DOCTOR BUTTSI'll show your grace the strangest sight--
68352KING HENRY VIIIWhat's that, Butts?
68452DOCTOR BUTTSI think your highness saw this many a day.
68552KING HENRY VIIIBody o' me, where is it?
68652DOCTOR BUTTSThere, my lord: The high promotion of his grace of Canterbury; Who holds his state at door, 'mongst pursuivants, Pages, and footboys.
68752KING 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 At 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: Let 'em alone, and draw the curtain close: We shall hear more anon.
688(stage directions)52[Exeunt] [Enter Chancellor; places himself at the upper end] of the table on the left hand; a seat being left void above him, as for CRANMER's seat. SUFFOLK, NORFOLK, SURREY, Chamberlain, GARDINER, seat themselves in order on each side. CROMWELL at lower end, as secretary. Keeper at the door]
68953CHANCELLORSpeak to the business, master-secretary: Why are we met in council?
69053CROMWELLPlease your honours, The chief cause concerns his grace of Canterbury.
69153GARDINERHas he had knowledge of it?
69253CROMWELLYes.
69353NORFOLKWho waits there?
69453KEEPERWithout, my noble lords?
69553GARDINERYes.
69653KEEPERMy lord archbishop; And has done half an hour, to know your pleasures.
69753CHANCELLORLet him come in.
69853KEEPERYour grace may enter now.
699(stage directions)53[CRANMER enters and approaches the council-table]
70053CHANCELLORMy good lord archbishop, I'm very sorry To 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, Have 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, And, not reform'd, may prove pernicious.
70153GARDINERWhich 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, Till 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 Of the whole state: as, of late days, our neighbours, The upper Germany, can dearly witness, Yet freshly pitied in our memories.
70253CRANMERMy good lords, hitherto, in all the progress Both of my life and office, I have labour'd, And 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, A 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 Envy 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.
70353SUFFOLKNay, my lord, That cannot be: you are a counsellor, And, by that virtue, no man dare accuse you.
70453GARDINERMy lord, because we have business of more moment, We will be short with you. 'Tis his highness' pleasure, And 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.
70553CRANMERAh, 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, Become 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 In doing daily wrongs. I could say more, But reverence to your calling makes me modest.
70653GARDINERMy lord, my lord, you are a sectary, That's the plain truth: your painted gloss discovers, To men that understand you, words and weakness.
70753CROMWELLMy 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.
70853GARDINERGood master secretary, I cry your honour mercy; you may, worst Of all this table, say so.
70953CROMWELLWhy, my lord?
71053GARDINERDo not I know you for a favourer Of this new sect? ye are not sound.
71153CROMWELLNot sound?
71253GARDINERNot sound, I say.
71353CROMWELLWould you were half so honest! Men's prayers then would seek you, not their fears.
71453GARDINERI shall remember this bold language.
71553CROMWELLDo. Remember your bold life too.
71653CHANCELLORThis is too much; Forbear, for shame, my lords.
71753GARDINERI have done.
71853CROMWELLAnd I.
71953CHANCELLORThen 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; There to remain till the king's further pleasure Be known unto us: are you all agreed, lords?
72053ALLWe are.
72153CRANMERIs there no other way of mercy, But I must needs to the Tower, my lords?
72253GARDINERWhat other Would you expect? you are strangely troublesome. Let some o' the guard be ready there.
723(stage directions)53[Enter Guard]
72453CRANMERFor me? Must I go like a traitor thither?
72553GARDINERReceive him, And see him safe i' the Tower.
72653CRANMERStay, good my lords, I have a little yet to say. Look there, my lords; By virtue of that ring, I take my cause Out of the gripes of cruel men, and give it To a most noble judge, the king my master.
72753CHAMBERLAINThis is the king's ring.
72853SURREY'Tis no counterfeit.
72953SUFFOLK'Tis the right ring, by heaven: I told ye all, When ye first put this dangerous stone a-rolling, 'Twould fall upon ourselves.
73053NORFOLKDo you think, my lords, The king will suffer but the little finger Of this man to be vex'd?
73153CHANCELLOR'Tis now too certain: How much more is his life in value with him? Would I were fairly out on't!
73253CROMWELLMy mind gave me, In seeking tales and informations Against this man, whose honesty the devil And his disciples only envy at, Ye blew the fire that burns ye: now have at ye!
733(stage directions)53[Enter KING, frowning on them; takes his seat]
73453GARDINERDread sovereign, how much are we bound to heaven In daily thanks, that gave us such a prince; Not 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 The cause betwixt her and this great offender.
73553KING 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. To 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. [To CRANMER] Good man, sit down. Now let me see the proudest He, 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.
73653SURREYMay it please your grace,--
73753KING HENRY VIIINo, sir, it does not please me. I 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 At 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, More out of malice than integrity, Would try him to the utmost, had ye mean; Which ye shall never have while I live.
73853CHANCELLORThus far, My most dread sovereign, may it like your grace To 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.
73953KING HENRY VIIIWell, 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. Make 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, You must be godfather, and answer for her.
74053CRANMERThe greatest monarch now alive may glory In such an honour: how may I deserve it That am a poor and humble subject to you?
74153KING HENRY VIIICome, come, my lord, you'ld spare your spoons: you shall 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.
74253GARDINERWith a true heart And brother-love I do it.
74353CRANMERAnd let heaven Witness, how dear I hold this confirmation.
74453KING HENRY VIIIGood man, those joyful tears show thy true heart: The 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. As I have made ye one, lords, one remain; So I grow stronger, you more honour gain.
745(stage directions)53[Exeunt]
746(stage directions)54[Noise and tumult within. Enter Porter and his Man]
74754PORTERYou'll leave your noise anon, ye rascals: do you take the court for Paris-garden? ye rude slaves, leave your gaping. [Within] Good master porter, I belong to the larder.
74854PORTERBelong 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, you rude rascals?
74954MANPray, 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: We may as well push against Powle's, as stir em.
75054PORTERHow got they in, and be hang'd?
75154MANAlas, I know not; how gets the tide in? As much as one sound cudgel of four foot-- You see the poor remainder--could distribute, I made no spare, sir.
75254PORTERYou did nothing, sir.
75354MANI 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, He 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! [Within] Do you hear, master porter?
75454PORTERI shall be with you presently, good master puppy. Keep the door close, sirrah.
75554MANWhat would you have me do?
75654PORTERWhat 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 court, 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.
75754MANThe spoons will be the bigger, sir. There is a fellow 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 the 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 combustion 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 place: 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 'em, I think, surely.
75854PORTERThese 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. I 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.
759(stage directions)54[Enter Chamberlain]
76054CHAMBERLAINMercy o' me, what a multitude are here! They grow still too; from all parts they are coming, As 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, When they pass back from the christening.
76154PORTERAn't please your honour, We are but men; and what so many may do, Not being torn a-pieces, we have done: An army cannot rule 'em.
76254CHAMBERLAINAs 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; And 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 A Marshalsea shall hold ye play these two months.
76354PORTERMake way there for the princess.
76454MANYou great fellow, Stand close up, or I'll make your head ache.
76554PORTERYou i' the camlet, get up o' the rail; I'll peck you o'er the pales else.
766(stage directions)54[Exeunt] [Enter trumpets, sounding; then two Aldermen, Lord] Mayor, Garter, CRANMER, NORFOLK with his marshal's staff, SUFFOLK, two Noblemen bearing great standing-bowls for the christening-gifts; then four Noblemen bearing a canopy, under which the Duchess of Norfolk, godmother, bearing the child richly habited in a mantle, &c., train borne by a Lady; then follows the Marchioness Dorset, the other godmother, and Ladies. The troop pass once about the stage, and Garter speaks]
76755GARTERHeaven, from thy endless goodness, send prosperous life, long, and ever happy, to the high and mighty princess of England, Elizabeth!
768(stage directions)55[Flourish. Enter KING HENRY VIII and Guard]
76955CRANMER[Kneeling] And to your royal grace, and the good queen, My 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!
77055KING HENRY VIIIThank you, good lord archbishop: What is her name?
77155CRANMERElizabeth.
77255KING HENRY VIIIStand up, lord. [KING HENRY VIII kisses the child] With this kiss take my blessing: God protect thee! Into whose hand I give thy life.
77355CRANMERAmen.
77455KING HENRY VIIIMy noble gossips, ye have been too prodigal: I thank ye heartily; so shall this lady, When she has so much English.
77555CRANMERLet me speak, sir, For 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, Which 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 Than 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: She 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 The 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 The 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, Who 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: Wherever 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 Shall see this, and bless heaven.
77655KING HENRY VIIIThou speakest wonders.
77755CRANMERShe 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. Would 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.
77855KING HENRY VIIIO lord archbishop, Thou 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. I 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, She 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. [Exeunt] EPILOGUE
77955CHORUS'Tis ten to one this play can never please All that are here: some come to take their ease, And sleep an act or two; but those, we fear, We have frighted with our trumpets; so, 'tis clear, They'll say 'tis naught: others, to hear the city Abused extremely, and to cry 'That's witty!' Which we have not done neither: that, I fear, All the expected good we're like to hear For this play at this time, is only in The merciful construction of good women; For such a one we show'd 'em: if they smile, And say 'twill do, I know, within a while All the best men are ours; for 'tis ill hap, If they hold when their ladies bid 'em clap.


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