Act 1, Scene 0 — Prologue.

Chorus
I 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]

Act 1, Scene 1 — London. An ante-chamber in the palace.

Duke of Buckingham
Good morrow, and well met. How have ye done

Since last we saw in France?
Duke of Norfolk
I thank your grace,

Healthful; and ever since a fresh admirer

Of what I saw there.
Duke of Buckingham
An 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.
Duke of Norfolk
'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?
Duke of Buckingham
All the whole time

I was my chamber's prisoner.
Duke of Norfolk
Then 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.
Duke of Buckingham
O, you go far.
Duke of Norfolk
As 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.
Duke of Buckingham
Who did guide,

I mean, who set the body and the limbs

Of this great sport together, as you guess?
Duke of Norfolk
One, certes, that promises no element

In such a business.
Duke of Buckingham
I pray you, who, my lord?
Duke of Norfolk
All this was order'd by the good discretion

Of the right reverend Cardinal of York.
Duke of Buckingham
The 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.
Duke of Norfolk
Surely, 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.
Lord Abergavenny
I 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.
Duke of Buckingham
Why 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.
Lord Abergavenny
I do know

Kinsmen of mine, three at the least, that have

By this so sickened their estates, that never

They shall abound as formerly.
Duke of Buckingham
O, 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?
Duke of Norfolk
Grievingly I think,

The peace between the French and us not values

The cost that did conclude it.
Duke of Buckingham
Every 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.
Duke of Norfolk
Which is budded out;

For France hath flaw'd the league, and hath attach'd

Our merchants' goods at Bourdeaux.
Lord Abergavenny
Is it therefore

The ambassador is silenced?
Duke of Norfolk
Marry, is't.
Lord Abergavenny
A proper title of a peace; and purchased

At a superfluous rate!
Duke of Buckingham
Why, all this business

Our reverend cardinal carried.
Duke of Norfolk
Like 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]
Cardinal Wolsey
The Duke of Buckingham's surveyor, ha?

Where's his examination?
First Secretary
Here, so please you.
Cardinal Wolsey
Is he in person ready?
First Secretary
Ay, please your grace.
Cardinal Wolsey
Well, we shall then know more; and Buckingham

Shall lessen this big look.
[Exeunt CARDINAL WOLSEY and his Train]
Duke of Buckingham
This 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.
Duke of Norfolk
What, are you chafed?

Ask God for temperance; that's the appliance only

Which your disease requires.
Duke of Buckingham
I 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.
Duke of Norfolk
Stay, 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.
Duke of Buckingham
I'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.
Duke of Norfolk
Be 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.
Duke of Buckingham
Sir,

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.
Duke of Norfolk
Say not 'treasonous.'
Duke of Buckingham
To 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.
Duke of Norfolk
Faith, and so it did.
Duke of Buckingham
Pray, 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.
Duke of Norfolk
I am sorry

To hear this of him; and could wish he were

Something mistaken in't.
Duke of Buckingham
No, 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]
Brandon
Your office, sergeant; execute it.
Sergeant
Sir,

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.
Duke of Buckingham
Lo, you, my lord,

The net has fall'n upon me! I shall perish

Under device and practise.
Brandon
I am sorry

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

The business present: 'tis his highness' pleasure

You shall to the Tower.
Duke of Buckingham
It 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!
Brandon
Nay, he must bear you company. The king

[To ABERGAVENNY]

Is pleased you shall to the Tower, till you know

How he determines further.
Lord Abergavenny
As the duke said,

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

By me obey'd!
Brandon
Here 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--
Duke of Buckingham
So, so;

These are the limbs o' the plot: no more, I hope.
Brandon
A monk o' the Chartreux.
Duke of Buckingham
O, Nicholas Hopkins?
Brandon
He.
Duke of Buckingham
My 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.
[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]

Act 1, Scene 2 — The same. The council-chamber.

Henry VIII
My 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]
Queen Katharine
Nay, we must longer kneel: I am a suitor.
Henry VIII
Arise, and take place by us: half your suit

Never name to us; you have half our power:

The other moiety, ere you ask, is given;

Repeat your will and take it.
Queen Katharine
Thank 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.
Henry VIII
Lady mine, proceed.
Queen Katharine
I 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.
Duke of Norfolk
Not 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!
Henry VIII
Taxation!

Wherein? and what taxation? My lord cardinal,

You that are blamed for it alike with us,

Know you of this taxation?
Cardinal Wolsey
Please you, sir,

I know but of a single part, in aught

Pertains to the state; and front but in that file

Where others tell steps with me.
Queen Katharine
No, 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.
Henry VIII
Still exaction!

The nature of it? in what kind, let's know,

Is this exaction?
Queen Katharine
I 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.
Henry VIII
By my life,

This is against our pleasure.
Cardinal Wolsey
And 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.
Henry VIII
Things 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.
Cardinal Wolsey
A 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.
[Exit Secretary]
[Enter Surveyor]
Queen Katharine
I am sorry that the Duke of Buckingham

Is run in your displeasure.
Henry VIII
It 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.
Cardinal Wolsey
Stand forth, and with bold spirit relate what you,

Most like a careful subject, have collected

Out of the Duke of Buckingham.
Henry VIII
Speak freely.
Surveyor
First, 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.
Cardinal Wolsey
Please 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.
Queen Katharine
My learn'd lord cardinal,

Deliver all with charity.
Henry VIII
Speak on:

How grounded he his title to the crown,

Upon our fail? to this point hast thou heard him

At any time speak aught?
Surveyor
He was brought to this

By a vain prophecy of Nicholas Hopkins.
Henry VIII
What was that Hopkins?
Surveyor
Sir, a Chartreux friar,

His confessor, who fed him every minute

With words of sovereignty.
Henry VIII
How know'st thou this?
Surveyor
Not 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.'
Queen Katharine
If 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.
Henry VIII
Let him on.

Go forward.
Surveyor
On 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.
Henry VIII
Ha! what, so rank? Ah ha!

There's mischief in this man: canst thou say further?
Surveyor
I can, my liege.
Henry VIII
Proceed.
Surveyor
Being at Greenwich,

After your highness had reproved the duke

About Sir William Blomer,--
Henry VIII
I remember

Of such a time: being my sworn servant,

The duke retain'd him his. But on; what hence?
Surveyor
'If,' quoth he, 'I for this had been committed,

As, to the Tower, I thought, I would have play'd

The part my father meant to act upon

The usurper Richard; who, being at Salisbury,

Made suit to come in's presence; which if granted,

As he made semblance of his duty, would

Have put his knife to him.'
Henry VIII
A giant traitor!
Cardinal Wolsey
Now, madam, may his highness live in freedom,

and this man out of prison?
Queen Katharine
God mend all!
Henry VIII
There's something more would out of thee; what say'st?
Surveyor
After '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.
Henry VIII
There'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.
[Exeunt]

Act 1, Scene 3 — An ante-chamber in the palace.

[Enter Chamberlain and SANDS]
Lord Chamberlain
Is't possible the spells of France should juggle

Men into such strange mysteries?
Lord Sands
New customs,

Though they be never so ridiculous,

Nay, let 'em be unmanly, yet are follow'd.
Lord Chamberlain
As 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.
Lord Sands
They 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.
Lord Chamberlain
Death! 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?
Sir Thomas Lovell
Faith, my lord,

I hear of none, but the new proclamation

That's clapp'd upon the court-gate.
Lord Chamberlain
What is't for?
Sir Thomas Lovell
The reformation of our travell'd gallants,

That fill the court with quarrels, talk, and tailors.
Lord Chamberlain
I'm glad 'tis there: now I would pray our monsieurs

To think an English courtier may be wise,

And never see the Louvre.
Sir Thomas Lovell
They 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.
Lord Sands
'Tis time to give 'em physic, their diseases

Are grown so catching.
Lord Chamberlain
What a loss our ladies

Will have of these trim vanities!
Sir Thomas Lovell
Ay, 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.
Lord Sands
The 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.
Lord Chamberlain
Well said, Lord Sands;

Your colt's tooth is not cast yet.
Lord Sands
No, my lord;

Nor shall not, while I have a stump.
Lord Chamberlain
Sir Thomas,

Whither were you a-going?
Sir Thomas Lovell
To the cardinal's:

Your lordship is a guest too.
Lord Chamberlain
O, '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.
Sir Thomas Lovell
That churchman bears a bounteous mind indeed,

A hand as fruitful as the land that feeds us;

His dews fall every where.
Lord Chamberlain
No doubt he's noble;

He had a black mouth that said other of him.
Lord Sands
He 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.
Lord Chamberlain
True, 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.
Lord Sands
I am your lordship's.
[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]

Act 1, Scene 4 — A Hall in York Place.

Sir Henry Guildford
Ladies, 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.
Lord Chamberlain
You are young, Sir Harry Guildford.
Lord Sands
Sir 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.
Sir Thomas Lovell
O, that your lordship were but now confessor

To one or two of these!
Lord Sands
I would I were;

They should find easy penance.
Sir Thomas Lovell
Faith, how easy?
Lord Sands
As easy as a down-bed would afford it.
Lord Chamberlain
Sweet 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.
Lord Sands
By 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.
Anne Bullen
Was he mad, sir?
Lord Sands
O, 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.
[Kisses her]
Lord Chamberlain
Well said, my lord.

So, now you're fairly seated. Gentlemen,

The penance lies on you, if these fair ladies

Pass away frowning.
Lord Sands
For my little cure,

Let me alone.
[Hautboys. Enter CARDINAL WOLSEY, and takes his state]
Cardinal Wolsey
You'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.
[Drinks]
Lord Sands
Your grace is noble:

Let me have such a bowl may hold my thanks,

And save me so much talking.
Cardinal Wolsey
My Lord Sands,

I am beholding to you: cheer your neighbours.

Ladies, you are not merry: gentlemen,

Whose fault is this?
Lord Sands
The red wine first must rise

In their fair cheeks, my lord; then we shall have 'em

Talk us to silence.
Anne Bullen
You are a merry gamester,

My Lord Sands.
Lord Sands
Yes, if I make my play.

Here's to your ladyship: and pledge it, madam,

For 'tis to such a thing,--
Anne Bullen
You cannot show me.
Lord Sands
I told your grace they would talk anon.
[Drum and trumpet, chambers discharged]
Cardinal Wolsey
What's that?
Lord Chamberlain
Look out there, some of ye.
[Exit Servant]
Cardinal Wolsey
What warlike voice,

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

By all the laws of war you're privileged.
[Re-enter Servant]
Lord Chamberlain
How now! what is't?
Servant
A noble troop of strangers;

For so they seem: they've left their barge and landed;

And hither make, as great ambassadors

From foreign princes.
Cardinal Wolsey
Good 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?
Lord Chamberlain
Because 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.
Cardinal Wolsey
Say, 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]
Henry VIII
The fairest hand I ever touch'd! O beauty,

Till now I never knew thee!
[Music. Dance]
Cardinal Wolsey
My lord!
Lord Chamberlain
Your grace?
Cardinal Wolsey
Pray, 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.
Lord Chamberlain
I will, my lord.
[Whispers the Masquers]
Cardinal Wolsey
What say they?
Lord Chamberlain
Such a one, they all confess,

There is indeed; which they would have your grace

Find out, and he will take it.
Cardinal Wolsey
Let me see, then.

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

My royal choice.
Henry VIII
Ye 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.
Cardinal Wolsey
I am glad

Your grace is grown so pleasant.
Henry VIII
My lord chamberlain,

Prithee, come hither: what fair lady's that?
Lord Chamberlain
An't please your grace, Sir Thomas Bullen's daughter--

The Viscount Rochford,--one of her highness' women.
Henry VIII
By heaven, she is a dainty one. Sweetheart,

I were unmannerly, to take you out,

And not to kiss you. A health, gentlemen!

Let it go round.
Cardinal Wolsey
Sir Thomas Lovell, is the banquet ready

I' the privy chamber?
Sir Thomas Lovell
Yes, my lord.
Cardinal Wolsey
Your grace,

I fear, with dancing is a little heated.
Henry VIII
I fear, too much.
Cardinal Wolsey
There's fresher air, my lord,

In the next chamber.
Henry VIII
Lead 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.
[Exeunt with trumpets]

Act 2, Scene 1 — Westminster. A street.

[Enter two Gentlemen, meeting]
First Gentleman
Whither away so fast?
Second Gentleman
O, God save ye!

Even to the hall, to hear what shall become

Of the great Duke of Buckingham.
First Gentleman
I'll save you

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

Of bringing back the prisoner.
Second Gentleman
Were you there?
First Gentleman
Yes, indeed, was I.
Second Gentleman
Pray, speak what has happen'd.
First Gentleman
You may guess quickly what.
Second Gentleman
Is he found guilty?
First Gentleman
Yes, truly is he, and condemn'd upon't.
Second Gentleman
I am sorry for't.
First Gentleman
So are a number more.
Second Gentleman
But, pray, how pass'd it?
First Gentleman
I'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.
Second Gentleman
That was he

That fed him with his prophecies?
First Gentleman
The 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.
Second Gentleman
After all this, how did he bear himself?
First Gentleman
When 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.
Second Gentleman
I do not think he fears death.
First Gentleman
Sure, he does not:

He never was so womanish; the cause

He may a little grieve at.
Second Gentleman
Certainly

The cardinal is the end of this.
First Gentleman
'Tis likely,

By all conjectures: first, Kildare's attainder,

Then deputy of Ireland; who removed,

Earl Surrey was sent thither, and in haste too,

Lest he should help his father.
Second Gentleman
That trick of state

Was a deep envious one.
First Gentleman
At 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.
Second Gentleman
All 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;--
First Gentleman
Stay 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]
Second Gentleman
Let's stand close, and behold him.
Duke of Buckingham
All 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.
Sir Thomas Lovell
I do beseech your grace, for charity,

If ever any malice in your heart

Were hid against me, now to forgive me frankly.
Duke of Buckingham
Sir 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!
Sir Thomas Lovell
To the water side I must conduct your grace;

Then give my charge up to Sir Nicholas Vaux,

Who undertakes you to your end.
Sir Nicholas Vaux
Prepare there,

The duke is coming: see the barge be ready;

And fit it with such furniture as suits

The greatness of his person.
Duke of Buckingham
Nay, 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!
[Exeunt BUCKINGHAM and Train]
First Gentleman
O, this is full of pity! Sir, it calls,

I fear, too many curses on their beads

That were the authors.
Second Gentleman
If the duke be guiltless,

'Tis full of woe: yet I can give you inkling

Of an ensuing evil, if it fall,

Greater than this.
First Gentleman
Good angels keep it from us!

What may it be? You do not doubt my faith, sir?
Second Gentleman
This secret is so weighty, 'twill require

A strong faith to conceal it.
First Gentleman
Let me have it;

I do not talk much.
Second Gentleman
I am confident,

You shall, sir: did you not of late days hear

A buzzing of a separation

Between the king and Katharine?
First Gentleman
Yes, 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.
Second Gentleman
But 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.
First Gentleman
'Tis the cardinal;

And merely to revenge him on the emperor

For not bestowing on him, at his asking,

The archbishopric of Toledo, this is purposed.
Second Gentleman
I think you have hit the mark: but is't not cruel

That she should feel the smart of this? The cardinal

Will have his will, and she must fall.
First Gentleman
'Tis woful.

We are too open here to argue this;

Let's think in private more.
[Exeunt]

Act 2, Scene 2 — An ante-chamber in the palace.

[Enter Chamberlain, reading a letter]
Lord Chamberlain
'My lord, the horses your lordship sent for, with

all the care I had, I saw well chosen, ridden, and

furnished. They were young and handsome, and of the

best breed in the north. When they were ready to

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.
[Enter, to Chamberlain, NORFOLK and SUFFOLK]
Duke of Norfolk
Well met, my lord chamberlain.
Lord Chamberlain
Good day to both your graces.
Duke of Suffolk
How is the king employ'd?
Lord Chamberlain
I left him private,

Full of sad thoughts and troubles.
Duke of Norfolk
What's the cause?
Lord Chamberlain
It seems the marriage with his brother's wife

Has crept too near his conscience.
Duke of Suffolk
No, his conscience

Has crept too near another lady.
Duke of Norfolk
'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.
Duke of Suffolk
Pray God he do! he'll never know himself else.
Duke of Norfolk
How 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?
Lord Chamberlain
Heaven 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.
Duke of Suffolk
And free us from his slavery.
Duke of Norfolk
We 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.
Duke of Suffolk
For 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.
Duke of Norfolk
Let'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?
Lord Chamberlain
Excuse me;

The king has sent me otherwhere: besides,

You'll find a most unfit time to disturb him:

Health to your lordships.
Duke of Norfolk
Thanks, my good lord chamberlain.

[Exit Chamberlain; and KING HENRY VIII draws the]

curtain, and sits reading pensively]
Duke of Suffolk
How sad he looks! sure, he is much afflicted.
Henry VIII
Who's there, ha?
Duke of Norfolk
Pray God he be not angry.
Henry VIII
Who's there, I say? How dare you thrust yourselves

Into my private meditations?

Who am I? ha?
Duke of Norfolk
A 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.
Henry VIII
Ye 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.
Cardinal Wolsey
Sir, you cannot.

I would your grace would give us but an hour

Of private conference.
Henry VIII
[To NORFOLK and SUFFOLK]

We are busy; go.
Duke of Norfolk
[Aside to SUFFOLK]

This priest has no pride in him?
Duke of Suffolk
[Aside to NORFOLK] Not to speak of:

I would not be so sick though for his place:

But this cannot continue.
Duke of Norfolk
[Aside to SUFFOLK] If it do,

I'll venture one have-at-him.
Duke of Suffolk
[Aside to NORFOLK] I another.
[Exeunt NORFOLK and SUFFOLK]
Cardinal Wolsey
Your 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.
Henry VIII
And 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.
Cardinal Campeius
Your 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.
Henry VIII
Two equal men. The queen shall be acquainted

Forthwith for what you come. Where's Gardiner?
Cardinal Wolsey
I 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.
Henry VIII
Ay, 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.
[Exit CARDINAL WOLSEY]
[Re-enter CARDINAL WOLSEY, with GARDINER]
Cardinal Wolsey
[Aside to GARDINER] Give me your hand much joy and

favour to you;

You are the king's now.
Gardiner
[Aside to CARDINAL WOLSEY]

But to be commanded

For ever by your grace, whose hand has raised me.
Henry VIII
Come hither, Gardiner.
[Walks and whispers]
Cardinal Campeius
My Lord of York, was not one Doctor Pace

In this man's place before him?
Cardinal Wolsey
Yes, he was.
Cardinal Campeius
Was he not held a learned man?
Cardinal Wolsey
Yes, surely.
Cardinal Campeius
Believe me, there's an ill opinion spread then

Even of yourself, lord cardinal.
Cardinal Wolsey
How! of me?
Cardinal Campeius
They 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.
Cardinal Wolsey
Heaven'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.
Henry VIII
Deliver 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.
[Exeunt]

Act 2, Scene 3 — An ante-chamber of the QUEEN’S apartments.

[Enter ANNE and an Old Lady]
Anne Bullen
Not 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.
Old Lady
Hearts of most hard temper

Melt and lament for her.
Anne Bullen
O, 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.
Old Lady
Alas, poor lady!

She's a stranger now again.
Anne Bullen
So 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.
Old Lady
Our content

Is our best having.
Anne Bullen
By my troth and maidenhead,

I would not be a queen.
Old Lady
Beshrew 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.
Anne Bullen
Nay, good troth.
Old Lady
Yes, troth, and troth; you would not be a queen?
Anne Bullen
No, 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?
Anne Bullen
No, in truth.
Old Lady
Then 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.
Anne Bullen
How you do talk!

I swear again, I would not be a queen

For all the world.
Old Lady
In 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?
[Enter Chamberlain]
Lord Chamberlain
Good morrow, ladies. What were't worth to know

The secret of your conference?
Anne Bullen
My good lord,

Not your demand; it values not your asking:

Our mistress' sorrows we were pitying.
Lord Chamberlain
It was a gentle business, and becoming

The action of good women: there is hope

All will be well.
Anne Bullen
Now, I pray God, amen!
Lord Chamberlain
You 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.
Anne Bullen
I 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.
Lord Chamberlain
Lady,

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.
[Exit Chamberlain]
Anne Bullen
My honour'd lord.
Old Lady
Why, 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.
Anne Bullen
This is strange to me.
Old Lady
How 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?
Anne Bullen
Come, you are pleasant.
Old Lady
With 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?
Anne Bullen
Good 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.
Old Lady
What do you think me?
[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]

Act 2, Scene 4 — A hall in Black-Friars.

Cardinal Wolsey
Whilst our commission from Rome is read,

Let silence be commanded.
Henry VIII
What's the need?

It hath already publicly been read,

And on all sides the authority allow'd;

You may, then, spare that time.
Cardinal Wolsey
Be't so. Proceed.
Scribe
Say, Henry King of England, come into the court.
Crier
Henry King of England, &c.
Henry VIII
Here.
Scribe
Say, Katharine Queen of England, come into the court.
Crier
Katharine 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]
Queen Katharine
Sir, 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!
Cardinal Wolsey
You 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.
Cardinal Campeius
His 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.
Queen Katharine
Lord cardinal,

To you I speak.
Cardinal Wolsey
Your pleasure, madam?
Queen Katharine
Sir,

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.
Cardinal Wolsey
Be patient yet.
Queen Katharine
I 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.
Cardinal Wolsey
I 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.
Queen Katharine
My 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.
[She curtsies to KING HENRY VIII, and offers to depart]
Cardinal Campeius
The queen is obstinate,

Stubborn to justice, apt to accuse it, and

Disdainful to be tried by't: 'tis not well.

She's going away.
Henry VIII
Call her again.
Crier
Katharine Queen of England, come into the court.
Griffith
Madam, you are call'd back.
Queen Katharine
What 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.
[Exeunt QUEEN KATHARINE and her Attendants]
Henry VIII
Go 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.
Cardinal Wolsey
Most 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?
Henry VIII
My 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.
Bishop Lincoln
Very well, my liege.
Henry VIII
I have spoke long: be pleased yourself to say

How far you satisfied me.
Bishop Lincoln
So 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.
Henry VIII
I 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.
Cardinal Campeius
So 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.
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.
[Exeunt in manner as they entered]

Act 3, Scene 1 — London. QUEEN KATHARINE’s apartments.

[Enter QUEEN KATHARINE and her Women, as at work]
Queen Katharine
Take 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.
[Enter a Gentleman]
Queen Katharine
How now!
Gentleman
An't please your grace, the two great cardinals

Wait in the presence.
Queen Katharine
Would they speak with me?
Gentleman
They will'd me say so, madam.
Queen Katharine
Pray 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.
[Enter CARDINAL WOLSEY and CARDINAL CAMPEIUS]
Cardinal Wolsey
Peace to your highness!
Queen Katharine
Your 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?
Cardinal Wolsey
May it please you noble madam, to withdraw

Into your private chamber, we shall give you

The full cause of our coming.
Queen Katharine
Speak 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.
Cardinal Wolsey
Tanta est erga te mentis integritas, regina

serenissima,--
Queen Katharine
O, 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.
Cardinal Wolsey
Noble 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.
Cardinal Campeius
Most 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.
Queen 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!
Cardinal Wolsey
Madam, you wrong the king's love with these fears:

Your hopes and friends are infinite.
Queen Katharine
In 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.
Cardinal Campeius
I would your grace

Would leave your griefs, and take my counsel.
Queen Katharine
How, sir?
Cardinal Campeius
Put your main cause into the king's protection;

He's loving and most gracious: 'twill be much

Both for your honour better and your cause;

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

You'll part away disgraced.
Cardinal Wolsey
He tells you rightly.
Queen Katharine
Ye tell me what ye wish for both,--my ruin:

Is this your Christian counsel? out upon ye!

Heaven is above all yet; there sits a judge

That no king can corrupt.
Cardinal Campeius
Your rage mistakes us.
Queen Katharine
The 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.
Cardinal Wolsey
Madam, this is a mere distraction;

You turn the good we offer into envy.
Queen Katharine
Ye 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.
Cardinal Campeius
Your fears are worse.
Queen Katharine
Have 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.
Cardinal Wolsey
Madam, you wander from the good we aim at.
Queen Katharine
My lord, I dare not make myself so guilty,

To give up willingly that noble title

Your master wed me to: nothing but death

Shall e'er divorce my dignities.
Cardinal Wolsey
Pray, hear me.
Queen Katharine
Would 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.
Cardinal Wolsey
If 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.
Cardinal Campeius
Madam, 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.
Queen Katharine
Do 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.
[Exeunt]

Act 3, Scene 2 — Ante-chamber to KING HENRY VIII’s apartment.

[Enter NORFOLK, SUFFOLK, SURREY, and Chamberlain]
Duke of Norfolk
If 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.
Earl of Surrey
I am joyful

To meet the least occasion that may give me

Remembrance of my father-in-law, the duke,

To be revenged on him.
Duke of Suffolk
Which 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?
Lord Chamberlain
My 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.
Duke of Norfolk
O, 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.
Earl of Surrey
Sir,

I should be glad to hear such news as this

Once every hour.
Duke of Norfolk
Believe it, this is true:

In the divorce his contrary proceedings

Are all unfolded wherein he appears

As I would wish mine enemy.
Earl of Surrey
How came

His practises to light?
Duke of Suffolk
Most strangely.
Earl of Surrey
O, how, how?
Duke of Suffolk
The 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.'
Earl of Surrey
Has the king this?
Duke of Suffolk
Believe it.
Earl of Surrey
Will this work?
Lord Chamberlain
The 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.
Earl of Surrey
Would he had!
Duke of Suffolk
May you be happy in your wish, my lord

For, I profess, you have it.
Earl of Surrey
Now, all my joy

Trace the conjunction!
Duke of Suffolk
My amen to't!
Duke of Norfolk
All men's!
Duke of Suffolk
There'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.
Earl of Surrey
But, will the king

Digest this letter of the cardinal's?

The Lord forbid!
Duke of Norfolk
Marry, amen!
Duke of Suffolk
No, 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.
Lord Chamberlain
Now, God incense him,

And let him cry Ha! louder!
Duke of Norfolk
But, my lord,

When returns Cranmer?
Duke of Suffolk
He 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.
Duke of Norfolk
This same Cranmer's

A worthy fellow, and hath ta'en much pain

In the king's business.
Duke of Suffolk
He has; and we shall see him

For it an archbishop.
Duke of Norfolk
So I hear.
Duke of Suffolk
'Tis so.

The cardinal!
[Enter CARDINAL WOLSEY and CROMWELL]
Duke of Norfolk
Observe, observe, he's moody.
Cardinal Wolsey
The packet, Cromwell.

Gave't you the king?
Cromwell
To his own hand, in's bedchamber.
Cardinal Wolsey
Look'd he o' the inside of the paper?
Cromwell
Presently

He did unseal them: and the first he view'd,

He did it with a serious mind; a heed

Was in his countenance. You he bade

Attend him here this morning.
Cardinal Wolsey
Is he ready

To come abroad?
Cromwell
I think, by this he is.
Cardinal Wolsey
Leave 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!
Duke of Norfolk
He's discontented.
Duke of Suffolk
May be, he hears the king

Does whet his anger to him.
Earl of Surrey
Sharp enough,

Lord, for thy justice!
Cardinal 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.
Duke of Norfolk
He is vex'd at something.
Earl of Surrey
I would 'twere something that would fret the string,

The master-cord on's heart!
[Enter KING HENRY VIII, reading of a schedule, and LOVELL]
Duke of Suffolk
The king, the king!
Henry VIII
What 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?
Duke of Norfolk
My 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.
Henry VIII
It 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.
Duke of Norfolk
It's heaven's will:

Some spirit put this paper in the packet,

To bless your eye withal.
Henry VIII
If 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]
Cardinal Wolsey
Heaven forgive me!

Ever God bless your highness!
Henry VIII
Good 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.
Cardinal Wolsey
Sir,

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.
Henry VIII
You have said well.
Cardinal Wolsey
And ever may your highness yoke together,

As I will lend you cause, my doing well

With my well saying!
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.
Cardinal Wolsey
[Aside] What should this mean?
Earl of Surrey
[Aside] The Lord increase this business!
Henry VIII
Have 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?
Cardinal Wolsey
My 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.
Henry VIII
Fairly 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.
Cardinal Wolsey
I 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.
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]
Cardinal Wolsey
What 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]
Duke of Norfolk
Hear 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.
Cardinal Wolsey
Stay:

Where's your commission, lords? words cannot carry

Authority so weighty.
Duke of Suffolk
Who dare cross 'em,

Bearing the king's will from his mouth expressly?
Cardinal Wolsey
Till 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?
Earl of Surrey
The king, that gave it.
Cardinal Wolsey
It must be himself, then.
Earl of Surrey
Thou art a proud traitor, priest.
Cardinal Wolsey
Proud lord, thou liest:

Within these forty hours Surrey durst better

Have burnt that tongue than said so.
Earl of Surrey
Thy 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.
Cardinal Wolsey
This, 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.
Earl of Surrey
By 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.
Cardinal Wolsey
All goodness

Is poison to thy stomach.
Earl of Surrey
Yes, 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.
Cardinal Wolsey
How much, methinks, I could despise this man,

But that I am bound in charity against it!
Duke of Norfolk
Those articles, my lord, are in the king's hand:

But, thus much, they are foul ones.
Cardinal Wolsey
So much fairer

And spotless shall mine innocence arise,

When the king knows my truth.
Earl of Surrey
This 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.
Cardinal Wolsey
Speak on, sir;

I dare your worst objections: if I blush,

It is to see a nobleman want manners.
Earl of Surrey
I 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.
Duke of Norfolk
Then, 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.
Duke of Suffolk
Then 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.
Earl of Surrey
Item, 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.
Duke of Suffolk
That, out of mere ambition, you have caused

Your holy hat to be stamp'd on the king's coin.
Earl of Surrey
Then 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.
Lord Chamberlain
O 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.
Earl of Surrey
I forgive him.
Duke of Suffolk
Lord 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.
Duke of Norfolk
And 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.
[Exeunt all but CARDINAL WOLSEY]
Cardinal Wolsey
So 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!
Cromwell
I have no power to speak, sir.
Cardinal Wolsey
What, amazed

At my misfortunes? can thy spirit wonder

A great man should decline? Nay, an you weep,

I am fall'n indeed.
Cromwell
How does your grace?
Cardinal Wolsey
Why, 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!
Cromwell
I am glad your grace has made that right use of it.
Cardinal Wolsey
I 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?
Cromwell
The heaviest and the worst

Is your displeasure with the king.
Cardinal Wolsey
God bless him!
Cromwell
The next is, that Sir Thomas More is chosen

Lord chancellor in your place.
Cardinal Wolsey
That'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?
Cromwell
That Cranmer is return'd with welcome,

Install'd lord archbishop of Canterbury.
Cardinal Wolsey
That's news indeed.
Cromwell
Last, that the Lady Anne,

Whom the king hath in secrecy long married,

This day was view'd in open as his queen,

Going to chapel; and the voice is now

Only about her coronation.
Cardinal Wolsey
There 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.
Cromwell
O 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.
Cardinal Wolsey
Cromwell, 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.
Cromwell
Good sir, have patience.
Cardinal Wolsey
So I have. Farewell

The hopes of court! my hopes in heaven do dwell.
[Exeunt]

Act 4, Scene 1 — A street in Westminster.

[Enter two Gentlemen, meeting one another]
First Gentleman
You're well met once again.
Second Gentleman
So are you.
First Gentleman
You come to take your stand here, and behold

The Lady Anne pass from her coronation?
Second Gentleman
'Tis all my business. At our last encounter,

The Duke of Buckingham came from his trial.
First Gentleman
'Tis very true: but that time offer'd sorrow;

This, general joy.
Second Gentleman
'Tis well: the citizens,

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.
First Gentleman
Never greater,

Nor, I'll assure you, better taken, sir.
Second Gentleman
May I be bold to ask at what that contains,

That paper in your hand?
First Gentleman
Yes; '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.
Second Gentleman
I 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?
First Gentleman
That 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.
Second Gentleman
Alas, 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.
[They pass over the stage in order and state]
Second Gentleman
A royal train, believe me. These I know:

Who's that that bears the sceptre?
First Gentleman
Marquess Dorset:

And that the Earl of Surrey, with the rod.
Second Gentleman
A bold brave gentleman. That should be

The Duke of Suffolk?
First Gentleman
'Tis the same: high-steward.
Second Gentleman
And that my Lord of Norfolk?
First Gentleman
Yes;
Second Gentleman
Heaven 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.
First Gentleman
They that bear

The cloth of honour over her, are four barons

Of the Cinque-ports.
Second Gentleman
Those men are happy; and so are all are near her.

I take it, she that carries up the train

Is that old noble lady, Duchess of Norfolk.
First Gentleman
It is; and all the rest are countesses.
Second Gentleman
Their coronets say so. These are stars indeed;

And sometimes falling ones.
First Gentleman
No more of that.
[Exit procession, and then a great flourish of trumpets]
[Enter a third Gentleman]
First Gentleman
God save you, sir! where have you been broiling?
Third Gentleman
Among the crowd i' the Abbey; where a finger

Could not be wedged in more: I am stifled

With the mere rankness of their joy.
Second Gentleman
You saw

The ceremony?
Third Gentleman
That I did.
First Gentleman
How was it?
Third Gentleman
Well worth the seeing.
Second Gentleman
Good sir, speak it to us.
Third Gentleman
As 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.
Second Gentleman
But, what follow'd?
Third Gentleman
At 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.
First Gentleman
Sir,

You must no more call it York-place, that's past;

For, since the cardinal fell, that title's lost:

'Tis now the king's, and call'd Whitehall.
Third Gentleman
I know it;

But 'tis so lately alter'd, that the old name

Is fresh about me.
Second Gentleman
What two reverend bishops

Were those that went on each side of the queen?
Third Gentleman
Stokesly and Gardiner; the one of Winchester,

Newly preferr'd from the king's secretary,

The other, London.
Second Gentleman
He of Winchester

Is held no great good lover of the archbishop's,

The virtuous Cranmer.
Third Gentleman
All the land knows that:

However, yet there is no great breach; when it comes,

Cranmer will find a friend will not shrink from him.
Second Gentleman
Who may that be, I pray you?
Third Gentleman
Thomas Cromwell;

A man in much esteem with the king, and truly

A worthy friend. The king has made him master

O' the jewel house,

And one, already, of the privy council.
Second Gentleman
He will deserve more.
Third Gentleman
Yes, 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.
Both
You may command us, sir.
[Exeunt]

[Enter KATHARINE, Dowager, sick; led between]

GRIFFITH, her gentleman usher, and PATIENCE, her woman]

Act 4, Scene 2 — Kimbolton.

Griffith
How does your grace?
Queen Katharine
O 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?
Griffith
Yes, madam; but I think your grace,

Out of the pain you suffer'd, gave no ear to't.
Queen Katharine
Prithee, good Griffith, tell me how he died:

If well, he stepp'd before me, happily

For my example.
Griffith
Well, 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.
Queen Katharine
Alas, poor man!
Griffith
At 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.
Queen Katharine
So 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.
Griffith
Noble 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?
Queen Katharine
Yes, good Griffith;

I were malicious else.
Griffith
This 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.
Queen Katharine
After 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.
[Sad and solemn music]
Griffith
She 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]
Queen Katharine
Spirits of peace, where are ye? are ye all gone,

And leave me here in wretchedness behind ye?
Griffith
Madam, we are here.
Queen Katharine
It is not you I call for:

Saw ye none enter since I slept?
Griffith
None, madam.
Queen Katharine
No? 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.
Griffith
I am most joyful, madam, such good dreams

Possess your fancy.
Queen Katharine
Bid the music leave,

They are harsh and heavy to me.
[Music ceases]
Patience
Do 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!
Griffith
She is going, wench: pray, pray.
Patience
Heaven comfort her!
[Enter a Messenger]
Messenger
An't like your grace,--
Queen Katharine
You are a saucy fellow:

Deserve we no more reverence?
Griffith
You are to blame,

Knowing she will not lose her wonted greatness,

To use so rude behavior; go to, kneel.
Messenger
I humbly do entreat your highness' pardon;

My haste made me unmannerly. There is staying

A gentleman, sent from the king, to see you.
Queen Katharine
Admit 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.
Capucius
Madam, the same; your servant.
Queen Katharine
O, 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?
Capucius
Noble 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.
Queen Katharine
O 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?
Capucius
Madam, in good health.
Queen Katharine
So 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?
Patience
No, madam.
[Giving it to KATHARINE]
Queen Katharine
Sir, I most humbly pray you to deliver

This to my lord the king.
Capucius
Most willing, madam.
Queen Katharine
In 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.
Capucius
By heaven, I will,

Or let me lose the fashion of a man!
Queen Katharine
I 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.
[Exeunt, leading KATHARINE]

[Enter GARDINER, Bishop of Winchester, a Page with a]

torch before him, met by LOVELL]

Act 5, Scene 1 — London. A gallery in the palace.

Gardiner
It's one o'clock, boy, is't not?
Page
It hath struck.
Gardiner
These 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?
Sir Thomas Lovell
Came you from the king, my lord
Gardiner
I did, Sir Thomas: and left him at primero

With the Duke of Suffolk.
Sir Thomas Lovell
I must to him too,

Before he go to bed. I'll take my leave.
Gardiner
Not 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.
Sir Thomas Lovell
My 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.
Gardiner
The 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.
Sir Thomas Lovell
Methinks I could

Cry the amen; and yet my conscience says

She's a good creature, and, sweet lady, does

Deserve our better wishes.
Gardiner
But, 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.
Sir Thomas Lovell
Now, 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?
Gardiner
Yes, 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.
Sir Thomas Lovell
Many good nights, my lord: I rest your servant.
[Exeunt GARDINER and Page]
[Enter KING HENRY VIII and SUFFOLK]
Henry VIII
Charles, I will play no more tonight;

My mind's not on't; you are too hard for me.
Duke of Suffolk
Sir, I did never win of you before.
Henry VIII
But little, Charles;

Nor shall not, when my fancy's on my play.

Now, Lovell, from the queen what is the news?
Sir Thomas Lovell
I 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.
Henry VIII
What say'st thou, ha?

To pray for her? what, is she crying out?
Sir Thomas Lovell
So said her woman; and that her sufferance made

Almost each pang a death.
Henry VIII
Alas, good lady!
Duke of Suffolk
God safely quit her of her burthen, and

With gentle travail, to the gladding of

Your highness with an heir!
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.
Duke of Suffolk
I wish your highness

A quiet night; and my good mistress will

Remember in my prayers.
Henry VIII
Charles, good night.

[Exit SUFFOLK]

[Enter DENNY]

Well, sir, what follows?
Sir Anthony Denny
Sir, I have brought my lord the archbishop,

As you commanded me.
Henry VIII
Ha! Canterbury?
Sir Anthony Denny
Ay, my good lord.
Henry VIII
'Tis true: where is he, Denny?
Sir Anthony Denny
He attends your highness' pleasure.
[Exit DENNY]
Sir Thomas Lovell
[Aside] This is about that which the bishop spake:

I am happily come hither.
[Re-enter DENNY, with CRANMER]
Henry VIII
Avoid the gallery.

[LOVELL seems to stay]

Ha! I have said. Be gone. What!
[Exeunt LOVELL and DENNY]
Archbishop Cranmer
[Aside]

I am fearful: wherefore frowns he thus?

'Tis his aspect of terror. All's not well.
Henry VIII
How now, my lord! you desire to know

Wherefore I sent for you.
Archbishop Cranmer
[Kneeling] It is my duty

To attend your highness' pleasure.
Henry VIII
Pray 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.
Archbishop Cranmer
[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.
Henry VIII
Stand 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.
Archbishop Cranmer
Most 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.
Henry VIII
Know 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.
Archbishop Cranmer
God and your majesty

Protect mine innocence, or I fall into

The trap is laid for me!
Henry VIII
Be 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.
[Enter Old Lady, LOVELL following]
Gentleman
[Within] Come back: what mean you?
Old Lady
I'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!
Henry VIII
Now, by thy looks

I guess thy message. Is the queen deliver'd?

Say, ay; and of a boy.
Old Lady
Ay, 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.
Henry VIII
Lovell!
Sir Thomas Lovell
Sir?
Henry VIII
Give her an hundred marks. I'll to the queen.
[Exit]
Old Lady
An 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.
[Exeunt]

attending.

Act 5, Scene 2 — Before the council-chamber. Pursuivants, Pages, &c.

[Enter CRANMER]
Archbishop Cranmer
I 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?
[Enter Keeper]
Keeper
Yes, my lord;

But yet I cannot help you.
Archbishop Cranmer
Why?
[Enter DOCTOR BUTTS]
Keeper
Your grace must wait till you be call'd for.
Archbishop Cranmer
So.
Doctor Butts
[Aside] This is a piece of malice. I am glad

I came this way so happily: the king

Shall understand it presently.
[Exit]
Archbishop Cranmer
[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.
[Enter the KING HENRY VIII and DOCTOR BUTTS at a window above]
Doctor Butts
I'll show your grace the strangest sight--
Henry VIII
What's that, Butts?
Doctor Butts
I think your highness saw this many a day.
Henry VIII
Body o' me, where is it?
Doctor Butts
There, my lord:

The high promotion of his grace of Canterbury;

Who holds his state at door, 'mongst pursuivants,

Pages, and footboys.
Henry VIII
Ha! '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.
[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]

Act 5, Scene 3 — The Council-Chamber.

Lord Chancellor
Speak to the business, master-secretary:

Why are we met in council?
Cromwell
Please your honours,

The chief cause concerns his grace of Canterbury.
Gardiner
Has he had knowledge of it?
Cromwell
Yes.
Duke of Norfolk
Who waits there?
Keeper
Without, my noble lords?
Gardiner
Yes.
Keeper
My lord archbishop;

And has done half an hour, to know your pleasures.
Lord Chancellor
Let him come in.
Keeper
Your grace may enter now.
[CRANMER enters and approaches the council-table]
Lord Chancellor
My 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.
Gardiner
Which 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.
Archbishop Cranmer
My 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.
Duke of Suffolk
Nay, my lord,

That cannot be: you are a counsellor,

And, by that virtue, no man dare accuse you.
Gardiner
My 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.
Archbishop Cranmer
Ah, 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.
Gardiner
My lord, my lord, you are a sectary,

That's the plain truth: your painted gloss discovers,

To men that understand you, words and weakness.
Cromwell
My 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.
Gardiner
Good master secretary,

I cry your honour mercy; you may, worst

Of all this table, say so.
Cromwell
Why, my lord?
Gardiner
Do not I know you for a favourer

Of this new sect? ye are not sound.
Cromwell
Not sound?
Gardiner
Not sound, I say.
Cromwell
Would you were half so honest!

Men's prayers then would seek you, not their fears.
Gardiner
I shall remember this bold language.
Cromwell
Do.

Remember your bold life too.
Lord Chancellor
This is too much;

Forbear, for shame, my lords.
Gardiner
I have done.
Cromwell
And I.
Lord Chancellor
Then 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?
All
We are.
Archbishop Cranmer
Is there no other way of mercy,

But I must needs to the Tower, my lords?
Gardiner
What other

Would you expect? you are strangely troublesome.

Let some o' the guard be ready there.
[Enter Guard]
Archbishop Cranmer
For me?

Must I go like a traitor thither?
Gardiner
Receive him,

And see him safe i' the Tower.
Archbishop Cranmer
Stay, 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.
Lord Chamberlain
This is the king's ring.
Earl of Surrey
'Tis no counterfeit.
Duke of Suffolk
'Tis the right ring, by heaven: I told ye all,

When ye first put this dangerous stone a-rolling,

'Twould fall upon ourselves.
Duke of Norfolk
Do you think, my lords,

The king will suffer but the little finger

Of this man to be vex'd?
Lord Chancellor
'Tis now too certain:

How much more is his life in value with him?

Would I were fairly out on't!
Cromwell
My 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!
[Enter KING, frowning on them; takes his seat]
Gardiner
Dread 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.
Henry VIII
You 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.
Earl of Surrey
May it please your grace,--
Henry VIII
No, 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.
Lord Chancellor
Thus 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.
Henry VIII
Well, 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.
Archbishop Cranmer
The greatest monarch now alive may glory

In such an honour: how may I deserve it

That am a poor and humble subject to you?
Henry VIII
Come, 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.
Gardiner
With a true heart

And brother-love I do it.
Archbishop Cranmer
And let heaven

Witness, how dear I hold this confirmation.
Henry VIII
Good 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.
[Exeunt]

Act 5, Scene 4 — The palace yard.

[Noise and tumult within. Enter Porter and his Man]
Porter
You'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.
Porter
Belong 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?
Man
Pray, 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.
Porter
How got they in, and be hang'd?
Man
Alas, 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.
Porter
You did nothing, sir.
Man
I 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?
Porter
I shall be with you presently, good master puppy.

Keep the door close, sirrah.
Man
What would you have me do?
Porter
What 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.
Man
The 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.
Porter
These 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.
[Enter Chamberlain]
Lord Chamberlain
Mercy 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.
Porter
An'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.
Lord Chamberlain
As 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.
Porter
Make way there for the princess.
Man
You great fellow,

Stand close up, or I'll make your head ache.
Porter
You i' the camlet, get up o' the rail;

I'll peck you o'er the pales else.
[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]

Act 5, Scene 5 — The palace.

Garter
Heaven, from thy endless goodness, send prosperous

life, long, and ever happy, to the high and mighty

princess of England, Elizabeth!
[Flourish. Enter KING HENRY VIII and Guard]
Archbishop Cranmer
[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!
Henry VIII
Thank you, good lord archbishop:

What is her name?
Archbishop Cranmer
Elizabeth.
Henry VIII
Stand up, lord.

[KING HENRY VIII kisses the child]

With this kiss take my blessing: God protect thee!

Into whose hand I give thy life.
Archbishop Cranmer
Amen.
Henry VIII
My noble gossips, ye have been too prodigal:

I thank ye heartily; so shall this lady,

When she has so much English.
Archbishop Cranmer
Let 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.
Henry VIII
Thou speakest wonders.
Archbishop Cranmer
She 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.
Henry VIII
O 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
Chorus
'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.