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The Famous History of the Life of
King HENRY the Eight. §
THE PROLOGVE. §
I Come no more to make you laugh, Things now,
T[.]at beare a Weighty, and a Serious Brow,
Sad, high, and working, full of State and Woe:
Such Noble Scœnes, as draw the Eye to flow
5 We now present. Those that can Pitty, heere
May (if they thinke it well) let fall a Teare,
The Subiect will deserue it. Such as giue
Their Money out of hope they may beleeue,
May heere finde Truth too. Those that come to see
10 Onely a show or two, and so a gree,
The Play may passe: if they be still, and willing,
Ile vndertake may see away their shilling
Richly in two short houres. Onely they
That come to heare a Merry, Bawdy Play,
15 A noyse of Targets: Or to see a Fellow
In a long Motley Coate, garded with Yellow,
Will be deceyu'd. For gentle Hear[..]s, know
To ranke our chosen Truth with such a show
As Foole, and Fight is, beside forfeyting
20 Our owne Braines, and the Opinion that we bring
To make that onely true, we now intend,
Will leaue vs neuer an vnderstanding Friend.
Therefore, for Goodnesse sake, and as you are knowne
The First and Happiest Hearers of the Towne,
25 Be sad, as we would make ye. Thinke ye see
The very Persons of our Noble Story,
As they were Liuing: Thinke you see them Great,
And follow'd with the generall throng, and sweat
Of thousand Friends: Then, in a moment, see
30 How soone this Mightinesse, meets Misery:
And if you can be merry then, Ile say,
A Man may weepe vpon his Wedding day.
Actus Primus. Scœna Prima.
[Act 1, Scene 1] §
Enter the Duke of Norfolke at one doore. At the other,
the Duke of Buckingham, and the Lord
Aburgauenny.
the Duke of Buckingham, and the Lord
Aburgauenny.
Buckingham.
GOod morrow, and well met. How haue ye done
Since last we saw in France?
Norf.
35 I thanke your Grace:
Healthfull, and euer since a fresh Admirer
Of what I saw there.
Buck.
An vntimely Ague
Staid me a Prisoner in my Chamber, when
40 Those Sunnes of Glory, those two Lights of Men
Met in the vale of Andren.
Nor.
'Twixt Guynes and Arde,
I was then present, saw them salute on Horsebacke,
Beheld them when they lighted, how they clung
45 In their Embracement, as they grew together,
Which had they,
What foure Thron'd ones could haue weigh'd
Such a compounded one?
Buck.
All the whole time
50 I was my Chambers Prisoner.
Nor.
Then you lost
The view of earthly glory: Men might say
Till this time Pompe was single, but now married
To one aboue it selfe. Each following day
55 Became the next dayes master, till the last
Made former Wonders, it's. To day the French,
All Clinquant all in Gold, like Heathen Gods
Shone downe the English; and to morrow, they
Made Britaine, India: Euery man that stood,
60 Shew d like a Mine. Their Dwarfish Pages were
As Cherubins, all gilt: the Madams too,
Not vs'd to toyle, did almost sweat to beare
The Pride vpon them, that their very labour
Was to them, as a Painting. Now this Maske
65 Was cry'de incompareable; and th'ensuing night
Made it a Foole, and Begger. The two Kings
Equall in lustre, were now best, now worst
As presence did present them: Him in eye,
Still him in praise, and being present both,
70 'Twas said they saw but one, and no Discerner
Durst wagge his Tongue in censure, when these Sunnes
(For so they phrase 'em) by their Heralds challeng'd
The Noble Spirits to Armes, they did performe
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Beyond thoughts Compasse, that former fabulous Storie
75 Being now seene, possible enough, got credit
That Beuis was beleeu'd.
Buc.
Oh you go farre.
Nor.
As I belong to worship, and affect
In Honor, Honesty, the tract of eu'ry thing,
80 Would by a good Discourser loose some life,
Which Actions selfe, was tongue too.
Buc.
All was Royall,
To the disposing of it nought rebell'd,
Order gaue each thing view. The Office did
85 Distinctly his full Function: who did guide,
I meane who set the Body, and the Limbes
Of this great Sport together?
Nor.
As you guesse:
One certes, that promises no Element
90 In such a businesse.
Buc.
I pray you who, my Lord?
Nor.
All this was ordred by the good Discretion
Of the right Reuerend Cardinall of Yorke.
Buc.
The diuell speed him: No mans Pye is freed
95 From his Ambitious finger. What had he
To do in these fierce Vanities? I wonder,
That such a Keech can with his very bulke
Take vp the Rayes o'th'beneficiall Sun,
And keepe it from the Earth.
Nor.
100 Surely Sir,
There's in him stuffe, that put's him to these ends:
For being not propt by Auncestry, whose grace
Chalkes Successors their way; nor call'd vpon
For high feats done to'th'Crowne; neither Allied
105 To eminent Assistants; but Spider‑like
Out of his Selfe‑drawing Web. O giues vs note,
The force of his owne merit makes his way
A guift that heauen giues for him, which buyes
A place next to the King.
Abur.
110 I cannot tell
What Heauen hath giuen him: let some Grauer eye
Pierce into that, but I can see his Pride
Peepe through each part of him: whence ha's he that,
If not from Hell? The Diuell is a Niggard,
115 Or ha's giuen all before, and he begins
A new Hell in himselfe.
Buc.
Why the Diuell,
Vpon this French going out, tooke he vpon him
(Without the priuity o'th'King) t'appoint
120 Who should attend on him? He makes vp the File
Of all the Gentry; for the most part such
To whom as great a Charge, as little Honor
He meant to lay vpon: and his owne Letter
The Honourable Boord of Councell, out
125 Must fetch him in, he Papers.
Abur.
I do know
Kinsmen of mine, three at the least, that haue
By this, so sicken'd their Estates, that neuer
They shall abound as formerly.
Buc.
130 O many
Haue broke their backes with laying Mannors on 'em
For this great Iourney. What did this vanity
But minister communication of
A most poore issue.
Nor.
135 Greeuingly I thinke,
The Peace betweene the French and vs, not valewes
The Cost that did conclude it.
Buc.
Euery man,
After the hideous storme that follow'd, was
140 A thing Inspir'd, and not consulting, broke
Into a generall Prophesie; That this Tempest
Dashing the Garment of this Peace, aboaded
The sodaine breach on't.
Nor.
Which is budded out,
145 For France hath flaw'd the League, and hath attach'd
Our Merchants goods at Burdeux.
Abur.
Is it therefore
Th'Ambassador is silenc'd?
Nor.
Marry is't.
Abur.
150 A proper Title of a Peace, and purchas'd
At a superfluous rate.
Buc.
Why all this Businesse
Our Reuerend Cardinall carried.
Nor.
Like it your Grace,
155 The State takes notice of the priuate difference
Betwixt you, and the Cardinall. I aduise you
(And take it from a heart, that wishes towards you
Honor, and plenteous safety) that you reade
The Cardinals Malice, and his Potency
160 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 Reuengefull; and I know, his Sword
Hath a sharpe edge: It's long, and't may be saide
165 It reaches farre, and where 'twill not extend,
Thither he darts it. Bosome vp my counsell,
You'l finde it wholesome. Loe, where comes that Rock
That I aduice your shunning.
Enter Cardinall Wolsey, the Purse borne before him, certaine
of the Guard, and two Secretaries with Papers: The
Cardinall in his passage, fixeth bis eye on Buck
ham, and Buckingham on him,
both full of disdaine.
of the Guard, and two Secretaries with Papers: The
Cardinall in his passage, fixeth bis eye on Buck
ham, and Buckingham on him,
both full of disdaine.
Car.
The Duke of Buckinghams Surueyor? Ha?
170 Where's his Examination?
Secr.
Heere so please you.
Car.
Is he in person, ready?
Secr.
I, please your Grace.
Car.
Well, we shall then know more, & Buckingham
175 Shall lessen this bigge looke.
Exeunt Cardinall, and his Traine.
Buc.
This Butchers Curre is venom'd‑mouth'd, and I
Haue not the power to muzzle him, therefore best
Not wake him in his slumber. A Beggers booke,
Out‑worths a Nobles blood.
Nor.
180 What are you chaff'd?
Aske God for Temp'rance, that's th'appliance onely
Which your disease requires.
Buc.
I read in's looks
Matter against me, and his eye reuil'd
185 Me as his abiect obiect, at this instant
He bores me with some tricke; He's gone to'th'King:
Ile follow, and out‑stare him.
Nor.
Stay my Lord,
And let your Reason with your Choller question
190 What 'tis you go about: to climbe steepe hilles
Requires slow pace at first. Anger is like
A full hot Horse, who being allow'd his way
Selfe‑mettle tyres him: Not a man in England
Can aduise me like you: Be to your selfe,
195 As you would to your Friend.
Buc.
Ile to the King,
And from a mouth of Honor, quite cry downe
This
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This Ipswich fellowes insolence; or proclaime,
There's difference in no persons.
Norf.
200 Be aduis'd;
Heat not a Furnace for your foe so hot
That it do sindge your selfe. We may out‑runne
By violent swiftnesse that which we run at;
And lose by ouer‑running: know you not,
205 The fire that mounts the liquor til't run ore,
In seeming to augment it, wasts it: be aduis'd;
I say againe there is no English Soule
More stronger to direct you then your selfe;
If with the sap of reason you would quench,
210 Or but allay the fire of passion.
Buck.
Sir,
I am thankfull to you, and Ile goe along
By your prescription: but this top‑proud fellow,
Whom from the flow of gall I name not, but
215 From sincere motions, by Intelligence,
And proofes as cleere as Founts in Iuly, when
Wee see each graine of grauell; I doe know
To be corrupt and treasonous.
Norf.
Say not treasonous.
Buck.
220 To th'King Ile say't, & make my vouch as strong
As shore of Rocke: attend. This holy Foxe,
Or Wolfe, or both (for he is equall rau'nous
As he is subtile, and as prone to mischiefe,
As able to perform't) his minde, and place
225 Infecting one another, yea reciprocally,
Only to shew his pompe, as well in France,
As here at home, suggests the King our Master
To this last costly Treaty: Th'enteruiew,
That swallowed so much treasure, and like a glasse
230 Did breake ith'wrenching.
Norf.
Faith, and so it did.
Buck.
Pray giue me fauour Sir: This cunning Cardinall
The Articles o'th'Combination drew
As himselfe pleas'd; and they were ratified
235 As he cride thus let be, to as much end,
As giue a Crutch to th'dead. But our Count‑Cardinall
Has done this, and tis well: for worthy Wolsey
(Who cannot erre) he did it. Now this followes,
(Which as I take it, is a kinde of Puppie
240 To th'old dam Treason) Charles the Emperour,
Vnder pretence to see the Queene his Aunt,
(For twas indeed his colour, but he came
To whisper Wolsey) here makes visitation,
His feares were that the Interview betwixt
245 England and France, might through their amity
Breed him some preiudice; for from this League,
Peep'd harmes that menac'd him. Priuily
Deales with our Cardinal, and as I troa
Which I doe well; for I am sure the Emperour
250 Paid ere he promis'd, whereby his Suit was granted
Ere it was ask'd. But when the way was made
And pau'd with gold: the Emperor thus desir'd,
Tha[.] he would please to alter the Kings course,
And breake the foresaid peace. Let the King know
255 (As soone he shall by me) that thus the Cardinall
Does buy and sell his Honour as he pleases,
And for his owne aduantage.
Norf.
I am sorry
To heare this of him; and could wish he were
260 Somthing mistaken in't.
Buck.
No, not a sillable:
I doe pronounce him in that very shape
He shall appeare in proofe.
Enter Brandon, a Sergeant at Armes before him, and
two or three of the Guard.
two or three of the Guard.
Brandon.
Your Office Sergeant: execute it.
Sergeant.
265 Sir,
My Lord the Duke of Buckingham, and Earle
Of Hertford, Stafford and Northampton, I
Arrest thee of High Treason, in the name
Of our most Soueraigne King.
Buck.
270 Lo you my Lord,
The net has falne vpon me, I shall perish
Vnder deuice, and practise:
Bran.
I am sorry,
To see you tane from liberty, to looke on
275 The busines present. Tis his Highnes pleasure
You shall to th'Tower.
Buck.
It will helpe me nothing
To plead mine Innocence; for that dye is on me
Which makes my whit'st part, black. The will of Heau'n
280 Be done in this and all things: I obey.
O my Lord Aburgany: Fare you well.
Bran.
Nay, he must beare you company. The King
Is pleas'd you shall to th'Tower, till you know
How he determines further.
Abur.
285 As the Duke said,
The will of Heauen be done, and the Kings pleasure
By me obey'd.
Bran.
Here is a warrant from
The King, t'attach Lord Mountacute, and the Bodies
290 Of the Dukes Confessor, Iohn de la Car,
One Gilbert Pecke, his Councellour.
Buck.
So, so;
These are the limbs o'th'Plot: no more I hope.
Bra.
A Monke o'th'Chartreux.
Buck:
295 O Michaell Hopkins?
Bra.
He.
Buck.
My Surueyor is falce: The ore‑great Cardinall
Hath shew'd him gold; my life is spand already:
I am the shadow of poore Buckingham,
300 Whose figure euen this instant Clowd puts on,
By Darkning my cleere Sunne. My Lords farewell.
Exe.
Scena Secunda.
[Act 1, Scene 2] §
Cornets. Enter King Henry, leaning on the Cardinals shoul
der, the Nobles, and Sir Thomas Louell: the Cardinall
places himselfe vnder the Kings feete on
his right side.
der, the Nobles, and Sir Thomas Louell: the Cardinall
places himselfe vnder the Kings feete on
his right side.
King.
My life it selfe, and the best heart of it,
Thankes you for this great care: I stood i'th'leuell
Of a full‑charg'd confederacie, and giue thankes
305 To you that choak'd it. Let be cald before vs
That Gentleman of Buckinghams, in person,
Ile heare him his confessions iustifie,
And point by point the Treasons of his Maister,
He shall againe relate.
A noyse within crying roome for the Queene, vsher'd by the
Duke of Norfolke. Enter the Queene, Norfolke and
Suffolke: she kneels. King riseth from his State,
takes her vp, kisses and placeth
her by him.
Duke of Norfolke. Enter the Queene, Norfolke and
Suffolke: she kneels. King riseth from his State,
takes her vp, kisses and placeth
her by him.
Queen.
310 Nay, we must longer kneele; I am a Suitor.
King.
Arise, and take place by vs; halfe your Suit
Neuer name to vs; you haue halfe our power:
The
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The other moity ere you aske is giuen,
Repeat your will, and take it.
Queen.
315 Thanke your Maiesty
That you would loue your selfe, and in that loue
Not vnconsidered leaue your Honour, nor
The dignity of your Office; is the poynt
Of my Petition.
Kin.
320 Lady mine proceed.
Queen.
I am solicited nor by a few,
And those of true condition; That your Subiects
Are in great grieuance: There haue beene Commissions
Sent downe among 'em, which hath flaw'd the heart
325 Of all their Loyalties; wherein, although
My good Lord Cardinall, they vent reproches
Most bitterly on you, is putter on
Of these exactions: yet the King, our Maister
Whose Honor Heauen shield from soile; euen he escapes
(not
(not
330 Language vnmannerly; yea, such which breakes
The sides of loyalty, and almost appeares
In lowd Rebellion.
Norf.
Not almost appeares,
It doth appeare; for, vpon these Taxations,
335 The Clothiers all not able to maintaine
The many to them longing, haue put off
The Spinsters, Carders, Fullers, Weauers, who
Vnfit for other life, compeld by hunger
And lack of other meanes, in desperate manner
340 Daring th'euent too th'teeth, are all in vprore,
And danger serues among them.
Kin.
Taxation?
Wherein? and what Taxation? My Lord Cardinall,
You that are blam'd for it alike with vs,
345 Know you of this Taxation?
Card.
Please you Sir,
I know but of a single part in ought
Pertaines to th'State; and front but in that File
Where others tell steps with me.
Queen.
350 No, my Lord?
You know no more then others? But you frame
Things that are knowne alike, which are not wholsome
To those which would not know them, and yet must
Perforce be their acquaintance. These exactions
355 (Whereof my Soueraigne would haue note) they are
Most pestilent to th'hearing, and to beare 'em,
The Backe is Sacrifice to th'load; They say
They are deuis'd by you, er else you suffer
Too hard an exclamation.
Kin.
360 Still Exaction:
The nature of it, in what kinde let's know,
Is this Exaction?
Queen.
I am much too venturous
In tempting of your patience; but am boldned
365 Vnder your promis'd pardon. The Subiects griefe
Comes through Commissions, which compels from each
The sixt part of his Substance, to be leuied
Without delay; and the pretence for this
Is nam'd, your warres in France: this makes bold mouths,
370 Tongues spit their duties out, and cold hearts freeze
Allegeance in them; their curses now
Liue where their prayers did; and it's come to passe,
This tractable obedience is a Slaue
To each incensed Will: I would your Highnesse
375 Would giue it quicke consideration; for
There is no primer basenesse.
Kin.
By my life,
This is against our pleasure.
Card.
And for me,
380 I haue no further gone in this, then by
A single voice, and that not past me, but
By learned approbation of the Iudges: If I am
Traduc'd by ignorant Tongues, which neither know
My faculties nor person, yet will be
385 The Chronicles of my doing: Let me say,
'Tis but the fate of Place, and the rough Brake
That Vertue must goe through: we must not stint
Our necessary actions, in the feare
To cope malicious Censurers, which euer,
390 As rau'nous Fishes doe a Vessell follow
That is new trim'd; but benefit no further
Then vainly longing. What we oft doe best,
By sicke Interpreters (once weake ones) is
Not ours, or not allow'd; what worst, as oft
395 Hitting a grosser quality, is cride vp
For our best Act: if we shall stand still,
In feare our motion will be mock'd, or carp'd at,
We should take roote here, where we sit;
Or sit State‑Statues onely.
Kin.
400 Things done well,
And with a care, exempt themselues from feare:
Things done without example, in their issue
Are to be fear'd. Haue you a President
Of this Commission? I beleeue, not any.
405 We must not rend our Subiects from our Lawes,
And sticke them in our Will. Sixt part of each?
A trembling Contribution; why we take
From euery Tree, lop, barke, and part o'th'Timber:
And though we leaue it with a roote thus hackt,
410 The Ayre will drinke the Sap. To euery County
Where this is question'd, send our Letters, with
Free pardon to each man that has deny'de
The force of this Commission: pray looke too't;
I put it to your care.
Card.
415 A word with you.
Let there be Letters writ to euery Shire,
Of the Kings grace and pardon: the greeued Commons
Hardly conceiue of me. Let it be nois'd,
That through our Intercession, this Reuokement
420 And pardon comes: I shall anon aduise you
Further in the proceeding.
Exit Secret.
Enter Surueyor.
Queen.
I am sorry, that the Duke of Buckingham
Is run in your displeasure.
Kin.
It grieues many:
425 The Gentleman is Learn'd, and a most rare Speaker,
To Nature none more bound; his trayning such,
That he may furnish and instruct great Teachers,
And neuer seeke for ayd out of himselfe: yet see,
When these so Noble benefits shall proue
430 Not well dispos'd, the minde growing once corrupt,
They turne to vicious formes, ten times more vgly
Then euer they were faire. This man so compleat,
Who was enrold 'mongst wonders; and when we
Almost with rauish'd listning, could not finde
435 His houre of speech, a minute: He, (my Lady)
Hath into monstrous habits put the Graces
That once were his, and is become as blacke,
As if besmear'd in hell. Sit by Vs, you shall heare
(This was his Gentleman in trust) of him
440 Things to strike Honour sad. Bid him recount
The fore‑recited practises, whereof
We cannot feele too little, heare too much.
Card.
Stand forth, & with bold spirit relate what you
Most like a carefull Subiect haue collected
445 Out of the Duke of Buckingham.
Kin.
Speake freely.
Sur.
First, it was vsuall with him; euery day
It would infect his Speech: That if the King
Should without issue dye; hee'l carry it so
450 To make the Scepter his. These very words
I'ue heard him vtter to his Sonne in Law,
Lord Aburgany, to whom by oth he menac'd
Reuenge vpon the Cardinall.
Card.
Please your Highnesse note
455 This dangerous conception in this point,
Not frended by his wish to your High person;
His will is most malignant, and it stretches
Beyond you to your friends.
Queen.
My learn'd Lord Cardinall,
460 Deliuer all with Charity.
Kin.
Speake on;
How grounded hee his Title to the Crowne
Vpon our faile; to this poynt hast thou heard him,
At any time speake ought?
Sur.
465 He was brought to this,
By a vaine Prophesie of Nicholas Henton.
Kin.
What was that Henton?
Sur.
Sir, a Chartreux Fryer,
His Confessor, who fed him euery minute
470 With words of Soueraignty.
Kin.
How know'st thou this?
Sur.
Not long before your Hignesse sped to France,
The Duke being at the Rose, within the Parish
Saint Laurence Poultney, did of me demand
475 What was the speech among the Londoners,
Concerning the French Iourney. I replide,
Men feare the French would proue perfidious
To the Kings danger: presently, the Duke
Said, 'twas the feare indeed, and that he doubted
480 'Twould proue the verity of certaine words
Spoke by a holy Monke, that oft, sayes he,
Hath sent to me, wishing me to permit
Iohn de la Car, my Chaplaine, a choyce howre
To heare from him a matter of some moment:
485 Whom after vnder the Commissions Seale,
He sollemnly had sworne, that what he spoke
My Chaplaine to no Creature liuing, but
To me, should vtter, with demure Confidence,
This pausingly ensu'de; neither the King, nor's Heyres
490 (Tell you the Duke) shall prosper, bid him striue
To the loue o'th'Commonalty, the Duke
Shall gouerne England.
Queen.
If I know you well,
You were the Dukes Surueyor, and lost your Office
495 On the complaint o'th'Tenants; take good heed
You charge not in your spleene a Noble person,
And spoyle your nobler Soule; I say, take heed;
Yes, heartily beseech you.
Kin.
Let him on: Goe forward.
Sur.
500 On my Soule, Ile speake but truth,
I told my Lord the Duke, by th'Diuels illusions
The Monke might be deceiu'd, and that 'twas dangerous
For this to ruminate on this so farre, vntill
It forg'd him some designe, which being beleeu'd
505 It was much like to doe: He answer'd, Tush,
It can doe me no damage; adding further,
That had the King in his last Sicknesse faild,
The Cardinals and Sir Thomas Louels heads
Should haue gone off.
Kin.
510 Ha? What, so rancke? Ah, ha,
There's mischiefe in this man; canst thou say further?
Sur.
I can my Liedge.
Kin.
Proceed.
Sur.
Being at Greenwich,
515 After your Highnesse had reprou'd the Duke
About Sir William Blumer.
Kin.
I remember of such a time, being my sworn ser
(uant,
(uant,
The Duke retein'd him his. But on: what hence?
Sur.
If (quoth he) I for this had beene committed,
520 As to the Tower, I thought; I would haue plaid
The Part my Father meant to act vpon
Th'Vsurper Richard, who being at Salsbury,
Made suit to come in's presence; which if granted,
(As he made semblance of his duty) would
525 Haue put his knife into him.
Kin.
A Gyant Traytor.
Card.
Now Madam, may his Highnes liue in freedome,
And this man out of Prison.
Queen.
God mend all.
Kin.
530 Ther's somthing more would out of thee; what
(say'st?
(say'st?
Sur.
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
535 Was, were he euill vs'd, he would outgoe
His Father, by as much as a performance
Do's an irresolute purpose.
Kin.
There's his period,
To sheath his knife in vs: he is attach'd,
540 Call him to present tryall: if he may
Finde mercy in the Law, 'tis his; if none,
Let him not seek't of vs: By day and night
Hee's Traytor to th'height.
Exeunt.
Scæna Tertia.
[Act 1, Scene 3] §
Enter L. Chamberlaine and L. Sandys.
L. Ch.
Is't possible the spels of France should iuggle
545 Men into such strange mysteries?
L. San.
New customes,
Though they be neuer so ridiculous,
(Nay let 'em be vumanly) yet are follow'd.
L. Ch.
As farre as I see, all the good our English
550 Haue got by the late Voyage, is but meerely
A fit or two o'th'face, (but they are shrewd ones)
For when they hold 'em, you would sweare directly
Their very noses had been Councellours
To Pepin or Clotharius, they keepe State so.
L. San.
555 They haue all new legs,
And lame ones; one would take it,
That neuer see 'em pace before, the Spauen
A Spring‑halt rain'd among 'em.
L. Ch.
Death my Lord,
560 Their cloathes are after such a Pagan cut too't,
That sure th'haue worne out C[..]istendome: how now?
What newes, Sir Thomas Louell?
Enter Sir Thomas Louell.
Louell.
Faith my Lord,
I heare of none but the new Proclamation,
565 That's clapt vpon the Court Gate.
L. Cham.
What is't for?
Lou.
The reformation of our trauel'd Gallants,
That fill the Court with quarrels, talke, and Taylors.
L. Cham.
I'm glad 'tis there;
570 Now I would pray our Monsieurs
To thinke an English Courtier may be wise,
And neuer see the Louure.
Lou.
They must either
(For so run the Conditions) leaue those remnants
575 Of Foole and Feather, that they got in France,
With all their honourable points of ignorance
Pertaining thereunto; as Fights and Fire‑workes,
Abusing better men then they can be
Out of a forreigne wisedome, renouncing cleane
580 The faith they haue in Tennis and tall Stockings,
Short blistred Breeches, and those types of Trauell;
And vnderstand againe like honest men
Or pack to their old Playfellowes; there, I take it,
They may Cum Pruiilegio, wee away
585 The lag end of their lewdnesse, and be laugh'd at.
L. San.
Tis time to giue 'em Physicke, their diseases
Are growne so catching.
L. Cham.
What a losse our Ladies
Will haue of these trim vanities?
Louell.
590 I marry,
There will be woe indeed Lords, the slye whorsons
Haue got a speeding tricke to lay downe Ladies:
A French Song, and a Fiddle, ha's no Fellow.
L. San.
The Diuell fiddle 'em,
595 I am glad they are going,
For sure there's no conuerting of 'em: now
An honest Country Lord as I am, beaten
A long time out of play, may bring his plaine song,
And haue an houre of hearing, and by'r Lady
600 Held currant Musicke too.
L. Cham.
Well said Lord Sands,
Your Colts tooth is not cast yet?
L. San.
No my Lord,
Nor shall not while I haue a stumpe.
L. Cham.
605 Sir Thomas,
Whither were you a going?
Lou.
To the Cardinals;
Your Lordship is a guest too.
L. Cham.
O, 'tis true;
610 This night he makes a Supper, and a great one,
To many Lords and Ladies; there will be
The Beauty of this Kingdome Ile assure you.
Lou.
That Churchman
Beares a bounteous minde indeed,
615 A hand as fruitfull as the Land that feeds vs,
His dewes fall euery where.
L. Cham.
No doubt hee's Noble;
He had a blacke mouth that said other of him.
L. San.
He may my Lord,
620 Ha's wherewithall in him;
Sparing would shew a worse sinne, then ill Doctrine,
Men of his way, should be most liberall,
They are set heere for examples.
L. Cham.
True, they are so;
625 But few now giue so great ones:
My Barge stayes;
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 Guilford
630 This night to be Comptrollers.
L. San.
I am your Lordships.
Exeunt.
Scena Quarta.
[Act 1, Scene 4] §
Hoboies. A small Table vnder a State for the Cardinall, a
longer Table for the Guests. Then Enter Anne Bullen,
and diuers other Ladies, & Gentlemen, as Guests
at one Doore; at an other Doore enter
Sir Henry Guilford.
longer Table for the Guests. Then Enter Anne Bullen,
and diuers other Ladies, & Gentlemen, as Guests
at one Doore; at an other Doore enter
Sir Henry Guilford.
S. Hen. Guilf.
Ladyes,
A generall welcome from his Grace
Salutes ye all; This Night he dedicates
635 To faire content, and you: None heere he hopes
In all this Noble Beuy, has brought with her
One care abroad: hee would haue all as merry:
As first, good Company, good wine, good welcome,
Can make good people.
Enter L. Chamberlaine L. Sands, and Louell.
640 O my Lord, y'are tardy;
The very thought of this faire Company,
Clapt wings to me.
Cham.
You are young Sir Harry Guilford.
San.
Sir Thomas Louell, had the Cardinall
645 But halfe my Lay‑thoughts in him, some of these
Should finde a running Banket, ere they rested,
I thinke would better please 'em: by my life,
They are a sweet society of faire ones.
Lou.
O that your Lordship were but now Confessor,
650 To one or two of these.
San.
I would I were,
They should finde easie pennance.
Lou.
Faith how easie?
San.
As easie as a downe bed would affoord it.
Cham.
655 Sweet Ladies will it please you sit; Sir Harry
Place you that side, Ile take the charge of this:
His Grace is entring. Nay, you must not freeze,
Two women plac'd together, makes cold weather:
My Lord Sands, you are one will keepe 'em waking:
660 Pray sit betweene these Ladies.
San.
By my faith,
And thanke your Lordship: by your leaue sweet Ladies,
If I chance to talke a little wilde, forgiue me:
I had it from my Father.
An. Bul.
665 Was he mad Sir?
San.
O very mad exceeding mad, in loue too;
But he would bite none, iust as I doe now,
He would Kisse you Twenty with a breath.
Cham.
Well said my Lord:
670 So now y'are fairely seated: Gntlemen,
The pennance lyes on you; if these faire Ladies
Passe away frowning.
San.
For my little Cure,
Let me alone.
Hoboyes. Enter Cardinall Wolsey, and takes his State.
Card.
675 Y'are wel[.]ome my faire Guests that noble Lady
Or Gentleman that is not freely merry
Is not my Friend. This to confirme my welcome,
And to you all good health.
San.
Your Grace is Noble,
680 Let me haue such a Bowle may hold my thankes,
And saue me so much talking.
Card.
My Lord Sands,
I
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I am beholding to you: cheere your neighbours:
Ladies you are not merry; Gentlemen,
685 Whose fault is this?
San.
The red wine first must rise
In their faire cheekes my Lord, then wee shall haue 'em,
Talke vs to silence.
An. B.
You are a merry Gamster
690 My Lord Sands.
San.
Yes, if I make my play:
Heer's to your Ladiship, and pledge it Madam:
For tis to such a thing.
An. B.
You cannot shew me.
Drum and Trumpet, Chambers dischargd.
San.
695 I told your Grace, they would talke anon.
Card.
What's that?
Cham.
Looke out there, some of ye.
Card.
What warlike voyce,
And to what end is this? Nay, Ladies, feare not;
700 By all the lawes of Warre y'are priuiledg'd.
Enter a Seruant.
Cham.
How now, what is't?
Seru.
A noble troupe of Strangers,
For so they seeme; th'haue left their Barge and landed,
And hither make, as great Embassadors
705 From forraigne Princes.
Card.
Good Lord Chamberlaine,
Go, giue 'em welcome; you can speake the French tongue
And pray receiue 'em Nobly, and conduct 'em
Into our presence, where this heauen of beauty
710 Shall shine at full vpon them. Some attend him.
All rise, and Tables remou'd.
You haue now a broken Banket, but wee'l mend it.
A good digestion to you all; and once more
I showre a welcome on yee: welcome all.
Hoboyes. Enter King and others as Maskers, habited like
Shepheards, vsher'd by the Lord Chamberlaine. They
passe directly before the Cardinall, and gracefully sa
lute him.
Shepheards, vsher'd by the Lord Chamberlaine. They
passe directly before the Cardinall, and gracefully sa
lute him.
A noble Company: what are their pleasures?
Cham.
715 Because they speak no English, thus they praid
To tell your Grace: That hauing heard by fame
Of this so Noble and so faire assembly,
This night to meet heere they could doe no lesse,
(Out of the great respect they beare to beauty)
720 But leaue their Flockes, and vnder your faire Conduct
Craue leaue to view these Ladies, and entreat
An houre of Reuels with 'em.
Card.
Say, Lord Chamberlaine,
They haue done my poore house grace:
725 For which I pay 'em a thousand thankes,
And pray 'em take their pleasures.
Choose Ladies, King and An Bullen.
King.
The fairest hand I euer touch'd: O Beauty,
Till now I neuer knew thee.
Musicke, Dance.
Card.
My Lord.
Cham.
730 Your Grace.
Card.
Pray tell 'em thus much from me:
There should be one amongst 'em by his person
More worthy this place then my selfe, to whom
(If I but knew him) with my loue aud duty
735 I would surrender it.
Whisper.
Cham.
I will my Lord.
Card.
What say they?
Cham.
Such a one, they all confesse
There is indeed, which they would haue your Grace
740 Find out, and he will take it.
Card.
Let me see then,
By all your good leaues Gentlemen; heere Ile make
My royall choyce.
Kin.
Ye haue found him Cardinall,
745 You hold a faire Assembly; you doe well Lord:
You are a Churchman, or Ile tell you Cardinall,
I should iudge now vnhappily.
Card.
I am glad
Your Grace is growne so pleasant.
Kin.
750 My Lord Chamberlaine,
Prethee come hither, what faire Ladie's that?
Cham.
An't please your Grace,
Sir Thomas Bullens Daughter, the Viscount Rochford,
One of her Highnesse women.
Kin.
755 By Heauen she is a dainty one. Sweet heart,
I were vnmannerly to take you out,
And not to kisse you. A health Gentlemen,
Let it goe round.
Card.
Sir Thomas Louell, is the Banket ready
760 I'th'Priuy Chamber?
Lou.
Yes, my Lord.
Card.
Your Grace
I feare, with dancing is a little heated.
Kin.
I feare too much.
Card.
765 There's fresher ayre my Lord,
In the next Chamber.
Kin.
Lead in your Ladies eu'ry one: Sweet Partner,
I must not yet forsake you: Let's be merry,
Good my Lord Cardinall: I haue halfe a dozen healths,
770 To drinke to these faire Ladies, and a measure
To lead 'em once againe, and then let's dreame
Who's best in fauour. Let the Musicke knock it.
Exeunt with Trumpets.
Actus Secundus. Scena Prima.
[Act 2, Scene 1] §
Enter two Gentlemen at seuerall Doores.
1.
Whether away so fast?
2.
O, God saue ye:
775 Eu'n to the Hall, to heare what shall become
Of the great Duke of Buckingham.
1.
Ile saue you
That labour Sir. All's now done but the Ceremony
Of bringing backe the Prisoner.
2.
780 Were you there?
1.
Yes indeed was I.
2.
Pray speake what ha's happen'd.
1.
You may guesse quickly what.
2.
Is he found guilty?
1.
785 Yes truly is he,
And condemn'd vpon't.
2.
I am sorry fort.
1.
So are a number more.
2.
But pray how past it?
1.
790 Ile tell you in a little. The great Duke
Came to the Bar; where, to his accusations
He pleaded still not guilty, and alleadged
Many sharpe reasons to defeat the Law.
The Kings Atturney on the contrary,
795 Vrg'd on the Examinations, proofes, confessions
Of
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Of diuers witnesses, which the Duke desir'd
To him brought viua voce to his face;
At which appear'd against him, his Surueyor
Sir Gilbert Pecke his Chancellour, and Iohn Car,
800 Confessor to him, with that Diuell Monke,
Hopkins, that made this mischiefe.
2.
That was hee
That fed him with his Prophecies.
1.
The same,
805 All these accus'd him strongly, which he faine
Would haue flung from him; but indeed he couldnot;
And so his Peeres vpon this euidence,
Haue found him guilty of high Treason. Mu[.]h
He spoke, and learnedly for life: But all
810 Was either pittied in him, or forgotten.
2.
After all this, how did he beare himselfe?
1.
When he was brought agen to th'Bar, to heare
His Knell rung out, his Iudgement, he was stir'd
With such an Agony, he sweat extreamly,
815 And something spoke in choller, ill, and hasty:
But he fell to himselfe againe, and sweetly,
In all the rest shew'd a most Noble patience.
2.
I doe not thinke he feares death.
1.
Sure he does not,
820 He neuer was so womanish, the cause
He may a little grieue at.
2.
Certainly,
The Cardinall is the end of this.
1.
Tis likely,
825 By all coniectures: First Kildares Attendure;
Then Deputy of lreland, who remou'd
Earle Surrey, was sent thither, and in hast too,
Least he should helpe his Father.
2.
That tricke of State
830 Was a deepe enuious one,
1.
At his returne,
No doubt he will requite it; this is noted
(And generally) who euer the King fauours,
The Cardnall instantly will finde imployment,
835 And farre enough from Court too.
2.
All the Commons
Hate him perniciously, and o' my Conscience
Wish him ten faddom deepe: This Duke as much
They loue and doate on: call him bounteous Buckingham,
840 The Mirror of all courtesie.
Enter Buckingham from his Arraignment, Tipstaues before
him, the Axe with the edge towards him, Halberds on each
side, accompanied with Sir Thomas Louell, Sir Nicholas
Vaux, Sir Walter Sands, and common people, &c.
him, the Axe with the edge towards him, Halberds on each
side, accompanied with Sir Thomas Louell, Sir Nicholas
Vaux, Sir Walter Sands, and common people, &c.
1.
Stay there Sir,
And see the noble ruin'd man you speake of.
2.
Let's stand close and behold him.
Buck
All good people,
845 You that thus farre haue come to pitty me;
Heare what I say, and then goe home and lose me.
I haue this day receiu'd a Traitors iudgement,
And by that name must dye; yet Heauen beare witnes,
And if I haue a Conscience, let it sincke me,
850 Euen as the Axe falls, if I be not faithfull.
The Law I beare no mallice for my death,
T'has done vpon the premises, but Iustice:
But those that sought it, I could wish more Christians:
(Be what they will) I heartily forgiue 'em;
855 Yet let 'em looke they glory not in mischiefe;
Nor build their euils on the graues of great men;
For then, my guiltlesse blood must cry against 'em.
For further life in this world I ne're hope,
Nor will I sue, although the King haue mercies
860 More then I dare make faults.
You few that lou'd me,
And dare be bold to weepe for Buckingham,
His Noble Friends and Fellowes; whom to leaue
Is only bitter to him, only dying:
865 Goe with me like good Angels to my end,
And as the long diuorce of Steele fals on me,
Make of your Prayers one sweet Sacrifice,
And lift my Soule to Heauen.
Lead on a Gods name.
Louell.
870 I doe beseech your Grace, for charity
If euer any malice in your heart
Were hid against me, now to forgiue me frankly.
Buck.
Sir Thomas Louell, I as free forgiue you
As I would be forgiuen: I forgiue all.
875 There cannot be those numberlesse offences
Gainst me, that I cannot take peace with:
No blacke Enuy shall make my Graue.
Commend mee to his Grace:
And if he speake of Buckingham; pray tell him,
880 You met him halfe in Heauen: my vowes and prayers
Yet are the Kings; and till my Soule forsake,
Shall cry for blessings on him. May he liue
Longer then I haue time to tell his yeares;
Euer belou'd and louing, may his Rule be;
885 And when old Time shall lead him to his end,
Goodnesse and he, fill vp one Monument.
Lou.
To th' water side I must conduct your Grace;
Then giue my Charge vp to Sir Nicholas Vaux,
Who vndertakes you to your end.
Vaux.
890 Prepare there,
The Duke is comming: See the Barge be ready;
And fit it with such furniture as suites
The Greatnesse of his Person.
Buck.
Nay, Sir Nicholas,
895 Let it alone; my State now will but mocke me.
When I came hither, I was Lord High Constable,
And Duke of Buckingham: now, poore Edward Bohun;
Yet I am richer then my base Accusers,
That neuer knew what Truth meant: I now seale it;
900 And with that bloud will make 'em one day groane for't.
My noble Father Henry of Buckingham,
Who first rais'd head against Vsurping Richard,
Flying for succour to his Seruant Banister,
Being distrest; was by that wretch betraid,
905 And without Tryall, fell; Gods peace be with him.
Henry the Seauenth succeeding, truly pittying
My Fathers losse; like a most Royall Prince
Restor'd me to my Honours: and out of ruines
Made my Name once more Noble. Now his Sonne,
910 Henry the Eight, Life, Honour, Name and all
That made me happy; at one stroake ha's taken
For euer from the World. I had my Tryall,
And must needs say a Noble one; which makes me
A little happier then my wretched Father:
915 Yet thus farre we are one in Fortunes; both
Fell by our Seruants, by those Men we lou'd most:
A most vnnaturall and faithlesse Seruice.
Heauen ha's an end in all: yet, you that heare me,
This from a dying man receiue as certaine:
920 Where you are liberall of your loues and Councels,
Be sure you be not loose; for those you make friends,
And
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And giue your hearts to; when they once perceiue
The least rub in your fortunes, fall away
Like water from ye, neuer found againe
925 But where they meane to sinke ye: all good people
Pray for me, I must now forsake ye; the last houre
Of my long weary life is come vpon me:
Farewell; and when you would say somthing that is sad,
Speake how I fell.
930 I haue done; and God forgiue me.
Exeunt Duke and Traine.
1.
O, this is full of pitty; Sir, it cals
I feare, too many curses on their heads
That were the Authors.
2.
If the Duke be guiltlesse,
935 'Tis full of woe: yet I can giue you inckling
Of an ensuing euill, if it fall,
Greater then this.
1.
Good Angels keepe it from vs:
What may it be? you doe not doubt my faith Sir?
2.
940 This Secret is so weighty, 'twill require
A strong faith to conceale it.
1:
Let me haue it:
I doe not talke much.
2.
I am confident;
945 You shall Sir: Did you not of late dayes heare
A buzzing of a Separation
Betweene the King and Katherine?
1.
Yes, but it held not;
For when the King once heard it, out of anger
950 He sent command to the Lord Mayor straight
To stop the rumor; and allay those tongues
That durst disperse it.
2.
But that slander Sir,
Is found a truth now: for it growes agen
955 Fresher then e're it was; and held for certaine
The King will venture at it. Either the Cardinall,
Or some about him neere, haue out of malice
To the good Queene, possest him with a scruple
That will vndoe her: To confirme this too,
960 Cardinall Campeius is arriu'd, and lately,
As all thinke for this busines.
1.
Tis the Cardinall;
And meerely to reuenge him on the Emperour,
For not bestowing on him at his asking,
965 The Archbishopricke of Toledo, this is purpos'd.
2.
I thinke
You haue hit the marke; but is't not cruell,
That she should feele the smart of this: the Cardinall
Will haue his will, and she must fall.
1.
970 'Tis wofull.
Wee are too open heere to argue this:
Let's thinke in priuate more.
Exeunt.
Scena Secunda.
[Act 2, Scene 2] §
Enter Lord Chamberlaine, reading this Letter.
[973] MY Lord, the Horses your Lordship sent for, with all the [l. 974] care I had, I saw well chosen, ridden, and furnish'd. [l. 975] They were young and handsome, and of the best breed in the [l. 976] North. When they were ready to set out for London, a man [l. 977] of my Lord Cardinalls, by Commission, and maine power tooke [l. 978] 'em from me, with this reason: his maister would bee seru'd be [l. 979] fore a Subiect, if not before the King, which stop'd our mouthes [l. 980] Sir.
[981] I feare he will indeede; well, let him haue them; hee [l. 982] will haue all I thinke.
Enter to the Lord Chamberlaine, the Dukes of Nor
folke and Suffolke.
folke and Suffolke.
Norf.
Well met my Lord Chamberlaine.
Cham.
Good day to both your Graces.
Suff.
985 How is the King imployd?
Cham.
I left him priuate,
Full of sad thoughts and troubles.
Norf.
What's the cause?
Cham.
It seemes the Marriage with his Brothers Wife
990 Ha's crept too neere his Conscience.
Suff.
No, his Conscience
Ha's crept too neere another Ladie.
Norf.
Tis so;
This is the Cardinals doing; The King‑Cardinall,
995 That blinde Priest, like the eldest Sonne of Fortune,
Turnes what he list. The King will know him one day.
Suff.
Pray God he doe,
Hee'l neuer know himselfe else.
Norf.
How holily he workes in all his businesse,
1000 And with what zeale? For now he has crackt the League
Between vs & the Emperor (the Queens great Nephew)
He diues into the Kings Soule, and there scatters
Dangers, doubts, wringing of the Conscience,
Feares, and despaires, and all these for his Marriage.
1005 And out of all these, to restore the King,
He counsels a Diuorce, a losse of her
That like a Iewell, ha's hung twenty yeares
About his necke, yet neuer lost her lustre;
Of her that loues him with that excellence,
1010 That Angels loue good men with:; Euen of her,
That when the greatest stroake of Fortune falls
Will blesse the King: and is not this course pious?
Cham.
Heauen keep me from such councel: tis most true
These newes are euery where, euery tongue speaks 'em,
1015 And euery true heart weepes for't. All that dare
Looke into these affaires, see this maine end,
The French Kings Sister. Heauen will one day open
The Kings eyes, that so long haue slept vpon
This bold bad man.
Suff.
1020 And free vs from his slauery.
Norf.
We had need pray,
And heartily, for our deliuerance;
Or this imperious man will worke vs all
From Princes into Pages: all mens honours
1025 Lie like one lumpe before him, to be fashion'd
Into what pitch he please.
Suff.
For me, my Lords,
I loue him not, nor feare him, there's my Creede:
As I am made without him, so Ile stand,
1030 If the King please: his Curses and his blessings
Touch me alike: th'are breath I not beleeue in.
I knew him, and I know him: so I leaue him
To him that made him proud; the Pope.
Norf.
Let's in;
1035 And with some other busines, put the King
From these sad thoughts, that work too much vpon him:
My Lord, youle beare vs company?
Cham.
Excuse me,
The King ha's sent me otherwhere: Besides
1040 You'l finde a most vnfit time to disturbe him:
Health to your Lordships.
Norfolke.
Thankes my good Lord Chamberlaine.
Exit Lord Chamberlaine, and the King drawes the Curtaine
and sits reading pensiuely.
and sits reading pensiuely.
Suff.
How sad he lookes; sure he is much afflicted.
Kin.
Who's there? Ha?
Norff.
1045 Pray God he be not angry.
Kin.
Who's there I say? How dare you thrust your
(selues
(selues
Into my priuate Meditations?
Who am I? Ha?
Norff.
A gracious King, that pardons all offences
1050 Malice ne're meant: Our breach of Duty this way,
Is businesse of Estate; in which, we come
To know your Royall pleasure.
Kin.
Ye are too bold:
Go too; Ile make ye know your times of businesse:
1055 Is this an howre for temporall affaires? Ha?
Enter Wolsey and Campeius with a Commission.
Who's there? my good Lord Cardinall? O my Wolsey,
The quiet of my wounded Conscience;
Thou art a cure fit for a King; you'r welcome
Most learned Reuerend Sir, into our Kingdome,
1060 Vse vs, and it: My good Lord, haue great care,
I be not found a Talker.
Wol.
Sir, you cannot;
I would your Grace would giue vs but an houre
Of priuate conference.
Kin.
1065 We are busie; goe.
Norff.
This Priest ha's no pride in him?
Suff.
Not to speake of:
I would not be so sicke though for his place:
But this cannot continue.
Norff.
1070 If it doe, Ile venture one; haue at him.
Suff.
I another.
Exeunt Norfolke and Suffolke.
Wol.
Your Grace ha's giuen a President of wisedome
Aboue all Princes, in committing freely
Your scruple to the voyce of Christendome:
1075 Who can be angry now? What Enuy reach you?
The Spaniard tide by blood and fauour to her,
Must now confesse, if they haue any goodnesse,
The Tryall, iust and Noble. All the Clerkes,
(I meane the learned ones in Christian Kingdomes)
1080 Haue their free voyces. Rome (the Nurse of Iudgement)
Inuited by your Noble selfe, hath sent
One generall Tongue vnto vs. This good man,
This iust and learned Priest, Cardnall Campeius,
Whom once more, I present vnto your Highnesse.
Kin.
1085 And once more in mine armes I bid him welcome,
And thanke the holy Conclaue for their loues,
They haue sent me such a Man, I would haue wish'd for.
Cam.
Your Grace must needs deserue all strangers loues,
You are so Noble: To your Highnesse hand
1090 I tender my Commission; by whose vertue,
The Court of Rome commanding. You my Lord
Cardinall of Yorke, are ioyned with me their Seruant,
In the vnpartiall iudging of this Businesse.
Kin.
Two equall men: The Queene shall be acquain
(ted
(ted
1095 Forthwith for what you come. Where's Gardiner?
Wol.
I know your Maiesty, ha's alwayes lou'd her
So deare in heart, not to deny her that
A Woman of lesse Place might aske by Law;
Schollers allow'd freely to argue for her.
Kin.
1100 I, and the best she shall haue; and my fauour
To him that does best, God forbid els: Cardinall,
Prethee call Gardiner to me, my new Secretary.
I find him a fit fellow.
Enter Gardiner.
Wol.
Giue me your hand: much ioy & fauour to you;
1105 You are the Kings now.
Card.
But to be commanded
For euer by your Grace, whose hand ha's rais'd me.
Kin.
Come hither Gardiner.
Walkes and whispers.
Camp.
My Lord of Yorke, was not one Doctor Pace
1110 In this mans place before him?
Wol.
Yes, he was.
Camp.
Was he not held a learned man?
Wol.
Yes surely.
Camp.
Beleeue me, there's an ill opinion spread then,
1115 Euen of your selfe Lord Cardinall.
Wol.
How? of me?
Camp
They will not sticke to say, you enuide him;
And fearing he would rise (he was so vertuous)
Kept him a forraigne man still, which so greeu'd him,
1120 That he ran mad, and dide.
Wol.
Heau'ns peace be with him:
That's Christian care enough: for liuing Murmurers,
There's places of rebuke. He was a Foole;
For he would needs be vertuous. That good Fellow,
1125 If I command him followes my appointment,
I will haue none so neere els. Learne this Brother,
We liue not to be griped by meaner persons.
Kin.
Deliuer this with modesty to th'Queene.
Exit Gardiner.
The most conuenient place, that I can thinke of
1130 For such receipt of Learning, is Black‑Fryers:
There ye shall meete about this waighty busines.
My Wolsey, see it furnish'd, O my Lord,
Would it not grieue an able man to leaue
So sweet a Bedfellow? But Conscience, Conscience;
1135 O 'tis a tender place, and I must leaue her.
Exeunt.
Scena Tertia.
[Act 2, Scene 3] §
Enter Anne Bullen, and an old Lady.
An.
Not for that neither; here's the pang that pinches.
His Highnesse, hauing liued so long with her, and she
So good a Lady, that no Tongue should euer
Pronounce dishonour of her; by my life,
1140 She neuer knew harme‑doing: Oh, now after
So many courses of the Sun enthroaned,
Still growing in a Maiesty and pompe, the which
To leaue, a thousand fold more bitter, then
'Tis sweet at first t'acquire. After this Processe.
1145 To giue her the auaunt, it is a pitty
Would moue a Monster.
Old La.
Hearts of most hard temper
Melt and lament for her.
An.
Oh Gods will, much better
1150 She ne're had knowne pompe; though't be temporall,
Yet if that quarrell. Fortune, do diuorce
It from the bearer, 'tis a sufferance, panging
As soule and bodies seuering.
Old L.
Alas poore Lady,
1155 Shee's a stranger now againe.
An.
So much the more
Must pitty drop vpon her; verily
I sweare, tis better to be lowly borne,
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1160 Then to be perk'd up in a glistring griefe,
And weare a golden sorrow.
Old L.
Our content
Is our best hauing.
Anne.
By my troth, and Maidenhead,
1165 I would not be a Queene.
Old. L.
Beshrew me, I would,
And venture Maidenhead for't, and so would you
For all this spice of your Hipocrisie:
You that haue so faire parts of Woman on you,
1170 Haue (too) a Womans heart, which euer yet
Affected Eminence, Wealth, Soueraignty;
Which, to say sooth, are Blessings; and which guifts
(Sauing your mincing) the capacity
Of your soft Chiuerell Conscience, would receiue,
1175 If you might please to stretch it.
Anne.
Nay, good troth.
Old L.
Yes troth, & troth; you would not be a Queen?
Anne.
No, not for all the riches vnder Heauen.
Old. L.
Tis strange; a threepence bow'd would hire me
1180 Old as I am, to Queene it: but I pray you,
What thinke you of a Dutchesse? Haue you limbs
To beare that load of Title?
An.
No in truth.
Old. L.
Then you are weakly made; plucke off a little,
1185 I would not be a young Count in your way,
For more then blushing comes to: If your backe
Cannot vouchsafe this burthen, tis too weake
Euer to get a Boy.
An.
How you doe talke;
1190 I sweare againe, I would not be a Queene,
For all the world:
Old. L.
In faith, for little England
You'ld venture an emballing: I my selfe
Would for Carnaruanshire, although there long'd
1195 No more to th'Crowne but that: Lo, who comes here?
Enter Lord Chamberlaine.
L. Cham.
Good morrow Ladies; what wer't worth to
(know
(know
The secret of your conference?
An.
My good Lord,
Not your demand; it values not your asking:
1200 Our Mistris Sorrowes we were pittying.
Cham.
It was a gentle businesse, and becomming
The action of good women, there is hope
All will be well.
An.
Now I pray God, Amen.
Cham.
1205 You beare a gentle minde, & heau'nly blessings
Follow such Creatures. That you may, faire Lady
Perceiue I speake sincerely, and high notes
Tane of your many vertues; the Kings Maiesty
Commends his good opinion of you, to you; and
1210 Doe's purpose honour to you no lesse flowing,
Then Marchionesse of Pembrooke; to which Title,
A Thousand pound a yeare, Annuall support,
Out of his Grace, he addes.
An.
I doe not know
1215 What kinde of my obedience, I should tender;
More then my All, is Nothing: Nor my Prayers
Are not words duely hallowed; nor my Wishes
More worth, then empty vanities: yet Prayers & Wishes
Are all I can returne. 'Beseech your Lordship,
1220 Vouchsafe to speake my thankes, and my obedience,
As from a blush[.]ng Handmaid, to his Highnesse;
Whose health and Royalty I pray for.
Cham.
Lady;
I shall not faile t'approue the faire conceit
1225 The King hath of you. I haue perus'd her well,
Beauty and Honour in her are so mingled,
That they haue caught the King: and who knowes yet
But from this Lady, may proceed a Iemme,
To lighten all this Ile. I'le to the King,
1230 And say I spoke with you.
Exit Lord Chamberlaine.
An.
My honour'd Lord.
Old. L.
Why this it is: See, see,
I haue beene begging sixteene yeares in Court
(Am yet a Courtier beggerly) nor could
1235 Come pat betwixt too early, and too late
For any suit of pounds: and you, (oh fate)
A very fresh Fish heere; fye, fye, fye vpon
This compel'd fortune: haue your mouth fild vp,
Before you open it.
An.
1240 This strange to me.
Old L.
How tasts it? Is it bitter? Forty pence, no:
There was a Lady once (tis an old Story)
That would not be a Queene, that would she not
For all the mud in Egypt; haue you heard it?
An.
1245 Come you are pleasant.
Old. L.
With your Theame, I could
Ore‑mount the Larke: The Marchionesse of Pembrooke?
A thousand pounds a yeare, for pure respect?
No other obligation? by my Life,
1250 That promises mo thousands: Honours traine
Is longer then his fore‑skirt; by this time
I know your backe will beare a Dutchesse. Say,
Are you not stronger then you were?
An.
Good Lady,
1255 Make your selfe mirth with your particular fancy,
And leaue me out on't. Would I had no being
If this salute my blood a iot; it faints me
To thinke what followes.
The Queene is comfortlesse, and wee forgetfull
1260 In our long absence: pray doe not deliuer,
What heere y'haue heard to her.
Old L.
What doe you thinke me —
Exeunt.
Scena Quarta.
[Act 2, Scene 4] §
Trumpets, Sennet, and Cornets.
Enter two Vergers, with short siluer wands; next them two
Scribes in the habite of Doctors; after them, the Bishop of
Canterbury alone; after him, the Bishops of Lincolne, Ely,
Rochester, and Saint Asaph: Next them, with some small
distance, followes a Gentleman bearing the Purse, with the
great Seale, and a Cardinals Hat: Then two Priests, bea
ring each a Siluer Crosse: Then a Gentleman Vsher bare
headed, accompanyed with a Sergeant at Armes, bearing a
Siluer Mace: Then two Gentlemen bearing two great
Siluer Pillers: After them, side by side, the two Cardinals,
two Noblemen, with the Sword and Mace. The King takes
place vnder the Cloth of State. The two Cardinalls sit
vnder him as Iudges. The Queene takes place some di
stance from the King. The Bishops place themselues 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 conuenient order about the Stage.
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Scribes in the habite of Doctors; after them, the Bishop of
Canterbury alone; after him, the Bishops of Lincolne, Ely,
Rochester, and Saint Asaph: Next them, with some small
distance, followes a Gentleman bearing the Purse, with the
great Seale, and a Cardinals Hat: Then two Priests, bea
ring each a Siluer Crosse: Then a Gentleman Vsher bare
headed, accompanyed with a Sergeant at Armes, bearing a
Siluer Mace: Then two Gentlemen bearing two great
Siluer Pillers: After them, side by side, the two Cardinals,
two Noblemen, with the Sword and Mace. The King takes
place vnder the Cloth of State. The two Cardinalls sit
vnder him as Iudges. The Queene takes place some di
stance from the King. The Bishops place themselues 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 conuenient order about the Stage.
Car.
Whil'st our Commission from Rome is read,
Let silence be commanded.
King.
1265 What's the need?
It hath already publiquely bene read,
And on all sides th'Authority allow'd,
You may then spare that time.
Car.
Bee't so, proceed.
Scri.
1270 Say, Henry
King of England, come into the Court.
Crier.
Henry King of England, &c.
King.
Heere.
Scribe.
Say, Katherine Queene of England,
Come into the Court.
Crier.
1275 Katherine Queene of England, &c.
The Queene makes no answer, rises out of her Chaire,
goes about the Court, comes to the King, and kneeles at
his Feete. Then speakes.
goes about the Court, comes to the King, and kneeles at
his Feete. Then speakes.
Sir, I desire you do me Right and Iustice,
And to bestow your pitty on me; for
I am a most poore Woman, and a Stranger,
Borne out of your Dominions: hauing heere
1280 No Iudge indifferent, nor no more assurance
Of equall Friendship and Proceeding. Alas Sir:
In what haue I offended you? What cause
Hath my behauiour giuen to your displeasure,
That thus you should proceede to put me off,
1285 And take your good Grace from me? Heauen witnesse,
I haue bene to you, a true and humble Wife,
At all times to your will conformable:
Euer in feare to kindle your Dislike,
Yes, subiect to your Countenance: Glad, or sorry,
1290 As I saw it inclin'd? When was the houre
I euer contracted your Desire?
Or made it not mine too? Or which of your Friends
Haue I not stroue to loue, although I knew
He were mine Enemy? What Friend of mine,
1295 That had to him deriu'd your Anger, did I
Continue in my Liking? Nay, gaue notice
He was from thence discharg'd? Sir, call to minde,
That I haue beene your Wife, in this Obedience,
Vpward of twenty yeares, and haue bene blest
1300 With many Children by you. If in the course
And processe of this time, you can report,
And proue it too, against mine Honor, aught;
My bond to Wedlocke, or my Loue and Dutie
Against your Sacred Person; in Gods name
1305 Turne me away: and let the fowl'st Contempt
Shut doore vpon me, and so giue me vp
To the sharp'st kinde of Iustice. Please you, Sir,
The King your Father, was reputed for
A Prince most Prudent; of an excellent
1310 And vnmatch'd Wit, and Iudgement. Ferdinand
My Father, King of Spaine, was reckon'd one
The wisest Prince, that there had reign'd, by many
A yeare before. It is not to be question'd,
That they had gather'd a wise Councell to them
1315 Of euery Realme, that did debate this Businesse,
Who deem'd our Marriage lawful. Wherefore I humbly
Beseech you Sir, to spare me, till I may
Be by my Friends in Spaine, aduis'd; whose Counsaile
I will implore. If not, i'th'name of God
1320 Your pleasure be fulfill'd.
Wol.
You haue heere Lady,
(And of your choice) these Reuerend Fathers, men
Of singular Integrity, and Learning;
Yea, the elect o'th'Land, who are assembled
1325 To pleade your Cause. It shall be therefore bootlesse,
That longer you desire the Court, as well
For your owne quiet, as to rectifie
What is vnsetled in the King.
Camp.
His Grace
1330 Hath spoken well, and iustly: Therefore Madam,
It's fit this Royall Session do proceed,
And that (without delay) their Arguments
Be now produc'd, and heard.
Qu.
Lord Cardinall, to you I speake.
Wol.
1335 Your pleasure, Madam.
Qu.
Sir, I am about to weepe; but thinking that
We are a Queene (or long haue dream'd so) certaine
The daughter of a King, my drops of teares,
Ile turne to sparkes of fire.
Wol.
1340 Be patient yet.
Qu.
I will, when you are humble; Nay before,
Or God will punish me. I do beleeue
(Induc'd by potent Circumstances) that
You are mine Enemy, and make my Challenge,
1345 You shall not be my Iudge. For it is you
Haue blowne this Coale, betwixt my Lord, and me;
(Which Gods dew quench) therefore, I say againe,
I vtterly abhorre; yea, from my Soule
Refuse you for my Iudge, whom yet once more
1350 I hold my most malicious Foe, and thinke not
At all a Friend to truth.
Wol.
I do professe
You speake not like your selfe: who euer yet
Haue stood to Charity, and displayd th'effects
1355 Of disposition gentle, and of wisedome,
Ore‑topping womans powre. Madam, you do me wrong
I haue no Spleene against you, nor iniustice
For you, or any: how farre I haue proceeded,
Or how farre further (Shall) is warranted
1360 By a Commission from the Consistorie,
Yea, the whole Consistorie of Rome. You charge me,
That I haue blowne this Coale: I do deny it,
The King is present: If it be knowne to him,
That I gainsay my Deed, how may he wound,
1365 And worthily my Falsehood, yea, as much
As you haue done my Truth. If he know
That I am free of your Report, he knowes
I am not of your wrong. Therefore in him
It lies to cure me, and the Cure is to
1370 Remoue these Thoughts from you. The which before
His Highnesse shall speake in, I do beseech
You (gracious Madam) to vnthinke your speaking,
And to say so no more.
Queen.
My Lord, my Lord,
1375 I am a simple woman, much too weake
T'oppose your eunning cunning. Y'are meek, & humble‑mouth'd
You signe your Place, and Calling, in full seeming,
With Meekeness and Humilitie: but your Heart
Is cramm'd with Arrogancie, Spleene, and Pride.
1380 You haue by Fortune, and his Highnesse fauors,
Gone slightly o're lowe steppes, and now are mounted
Where Powres are your Retainers, and your words
(Domestickes to you) serue your will, as't please
Your selfe pronounce their Office. I must tell you,
1385 You tender more your persons Honor, then
Your high profession Spirituall. That agen
I do refuse you for my Iudge, and heere
Before you all, Appeale vnto the Pope,
To bring my whole Cause 'fore his Holinesse,
1390 And to be iudged by him.
She Curtsies to the King, and offers to depart.
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The Queene is obstinate,
Stubborne to Iustice, apt to accuse it, and
Disdainfull to be tride by't; tis not well.
Shee's going away.
Kin.
1395 Call her againe.
Crier.
Katherine, Queene of England, come into the Court.
Gent. Vsh.
Madam, you are cald backe.
Que.
What need you note it? pray you keep your way,
When you are cald returne. Now the Lord helpe,
1400 They vexe me past my patience, pray you passe on;
I will not tarry: no, nor euer more
Vpon this businesse my appearance make,
In any of their Courts.
Exit Queene, and her Attendants.
Kin.
Goe thy wayes Kate,
1405 That man i'th'world, who shall report he ha's
A better Wife, let him in naught be trusted,
For speaking false in that; thou art alone
(If thy rare qualities, sweet gentlenesse,
Thy meeknesse Saint‑like, Wife‑like Gouernment,
1410 Obeying in commanding, and thy parts
Soueraigne and Pious els, could speake thee out)
The Queene of earthly Q[.]eenes: Shee's Noble borne;
And like her true Nobility, she ha's
Carried her selfe towards me.
Wol.
1415 Most gracious Sir,
In humblest manner I require your Highnes,
That it shall please you to declare in hearing
Of all these cares (for where I am rob'd and bound,
There must I be vnloos'd, although not there
1420 At once, and fully satisfide) whether euer I
Did broach this busines to your Highnes, or
Laid any scruple in your way whi[.]h might
Induce you to the question on't: or euer
Haue to you, but with thankes to God for such
1425 A Royall Lady, spake one, the least word that might
Be to the preiudice of her present State,
Or touch of her good Person?
Kin.
My Lord Cardinall,
I doe excuse you; yea, vpon mine Honour,
1430 I free you from't: You are not to be taught
That you haue many enemies, that know not
Why they are so; but like to Village Curres,
Barke when their fellowes doe. By some of these
The Queene is put in anger; y'are excus'd:
1435 But will you be more iustifi'de? You euer
Haue wish'd the sleeping of this busines, neuer desir'd
It to be stir'd; but oft haue hindred, oft
The passages made toward it; on my Honour,
I speake my good Lord Cardnall, to this point;
1440 And thus farre cleare him.
Now, what mou'd me too't,
I will be bold with time and your attention:
Then marke th'inducement. Thus it came; giue heede
(too't:
(too't:
My Conscience first receiu'd a tendernes,
1445 Scruple, and pricke, on certaine Speeches vtter'd
By th'Bishop of Bayon, then French Embassador,
Who had beene hither sent on the debating
And Marriage 'twixt the Duke of Orleance, and
Our Daughter Mary: I'th'Progresse of this busines,
1450 Ere a determinate resolution, hee
(I meane the Bishop) did require a respite,
Wherein he might the King his Lord aduertise,
Whether our Daughter were legitimate,
Respecting this our Marriage with the Dowager,
1455 Sometimes our Brothers Wife. This respite shooke
The bosome of my Conscience, enter'd me;
Yea, with a spitting power, and made to tremble
The region of my Breast, which forc'd such way,
That many maz'd considerings, did throng
1460 And prest in with this Caution. First, me thought
I stood not in the smile of Heauen, who had
Commanded Nature, that my Ladies wombe
If it conceiu'd a male‑child by me, should
Doe no more Offices of life too't; then
1465 The Graue does to th'dead: For her Male Issue,
Or di'de where they were made, or shortly after
This world had ayr'd them. Hence I tooke a thought,
This was a Iudgement on me, that my Kingdome
(Well worthy the best Heyre o'th'World) should not
1470 Be gladded in't by me. Then followes, that
I weigh'd the danger which my Realmes stood in
By this my Issues faile, and that gaue to me
Many a groaning throw: thus hulling in
The wild Sea of my Conscience, I did steere
1475 Toward this remedy, whereupon we are
Now present heere together: that's to say,
I meant to rectifie my Conscience, which
I then did feele full sicke, and yet not well,
By all the Reuerend Fathers of the Land,
1480 And Doctors learn'd. First I began in priuate,
With you my Lord of Lincolne, you remember
How vnder my oppression I did reeke
When I first mou'd you.
B. Lin.
Very well my Liedge.
Kin.
1485 I haue spoke long, be pleas'd your selfe to say
How farre you satisfide me.
Lin.
So please your Highnes,
The question did at first so stagger me,
Bearing a State of mighty moment in't,
1490 And consequence of dread, that I committed
The daringst Counsaile which I had to doubt,
And did entreate your Highnes to this course,
Which you are running heere.
Kin.
I then mou'd you,
1495 My Lord of Canterbury, and got your leaue
To make this present Summons vnsolicited.
I left no Reuerend Person in this Court;
But by particular consent proceeded
Vnder your hands and Seales; therefore goe on,
1500 For no dislike i'th'world against the person
Of the good Queene; but the sharpe thorny points
Of my alleadged reasons, driues this forward:
Proue but our Marriage lawfull, by my Life
And Kingly Dignity, we are contented
1505 To weare our mortall State to come, with her,
(Katherine our Queene) before the primest Creature
That's Parragon'd o'th'World
Camp.
So please your Highnes,
The Queene being absent, 'tis a needfull fitnesse,
1510 That we adiourne this Court till further day;
Meane while, must be an earnest motion
Made to the Queene to call backe her Appeale
She intends vnto his Holinesse.
Kin.
I may perceiue
1515 These Cardinals trifle with me: I abhorre
This dilatory sloth, and trickes of Rome.
My learn'd and welbeloued Seruant Cranmer,
Prethee returne, with thy approch: I know,
My comfort comes along: breake vp the Court;
1520 I say, set on.
Exeunt, in manner as they enter'd.
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[Act 3, Scene 1] §
Enter Queene and her Women as at worke.
Queen.
Take thy Lute wench,
My Soule growes sad with troubles,
Sing, and disperse 'em if thou canst: leaue working:
SONG.
ORpheus with his Lute made Trees,
1525 And the Mountaine tops that freeze,
Bow themselues when he did sing.
To his Musicke, Plants and Flowers
Euer sprung; as Sunne and Showers,
There had made a lasting Spring.
1530 Euery thing that heard him Play,
Euen the Billowes of the Sea,
Hung their heads, & then lay by.
In sweet Musicke is such Art,
Killing care, & griefe of heart,
1535 Fall asleepe, or hearing dye.
Enter a Gentleman.
Queen.
How now?
Gent.
And't please your Grace, the two great Cardinals
Wait in the presence.
Queen.
Would they speake with me?
Gent.
1540 They wil'd me say so Madam.
Queen.
Pray their Graces
To come neere: what can be their busines
With me, a poore weake woman, falne from fauour?
I doe not like their comming; now I thinke on't,
1545 They should bee good men, their affaires as righteous:
But all Hoods, make not Monkes.
Enter the two Cardinalls, Wolsey & Campian.
Wols.
Peace to your Highnesse.
Queen.
Your Graces find me heere part of a Houswife,
(I would be all) against the worst may happen:
1550 What are your pleasures with me, reuerent Lords?
Wol.
May it please you Noble Madam, to withdraw
Into your priuate Chamber; we shall giue you
The full cause of our comming.
Queen.
Speake it heere.
1555 There's nothing I haue done yet o' my Conscience
Deserues a Corner: would all other Women
Could speake this with as free a Soule as I doe.
My Lords, I care not (so much I am happy
Aboue a number) if my actions
1560 Were tri'de by eu'ry tongue, eu'ry eye saw 'em,
Enuy and base opinion set against 'em,
I know my life so euen. If your busines
Seeke me out, and that way I am Wife in;
Out with it boldly: Truth loues open dealing.
Card.
1565 Tanta est erga te mentis integritas Regina serenissima.
Queen.
O good my Lord, no Latin;
I am not such a Truant since my comming,
As not to know the Language I haue liu'd in:
A strange Tongue makes my cause more strange, suspiti
(ous:
(ous:
1570 Pray speake in English; heere are some will thanke you,
If you speake truth, for their poore Mistris sake;
Beleeue me she ha's had much wrong. Lord Cardinall,
The willing'st sinne I euer yet committed,
May be absolu'd in English.
Card.
1575 Noble Lady,
I am sorry my integrity shoul breed,
(And seruice to his Maiesty and you)
So deepe suspition, where all faith was meant;
We come not by the way of Accusation,
1580 To taint that honour euery good Tongue blesses;
Nor to betray you any way to sorrow;
You haue too much good Lady: But to know
How you stand minded in the waighty difference
Betweene the King and you, and to deliuer
1585 (Like free and honest men) our iust opinions,
And comforts to our cause.
Camp.
Most honour'd Madam,
My Lord of Yorke, out of his Noble nature,
Zeale and obedience he still bore your Grace,
1590 Forgetting (like a good man) your late Censure
Both of his truth and him (which was too farre)
Offers, as I doe, in a signe of peace,
His Seruice, and his Counsell.
Queen.
To betray me.
1595 My Lords, I thanke you both for your good wills,
Ye speake like honest men, (pray God ye proue so)
But how to make ye sodainly an Answere
In such a poynt of weight, so neere mine Honour,
(More neere my Life I feare) with my weake wit;
1600 And to such men of grauity and learning;
In truth I know not. I was set at worke,
Among my Maids, full little (God knowes) looking
Either for such men, or such businesse;
For her sake that I haue beene, for I feele
1605 The last fit of my Greatnesse; good your Graces
Let me haue time and Councell for my Cause:
Alas, I am a Woman frendlesse, hopelesse.
Wol.
Madam,
You wrong the Kings loue with these feares,
1610 Your hopes and friends are infinite.
Queen.
In England,
But little for my profit can you thinke Lords,
That any English man dare giue me Councell?
Or be a knowne friend 'gainst his Highnes pleasure,
1615 (Though he be growne so desperate to be honest)
And liue a Subiect? Nay forsooth, my Friends,
They that must weigh out my affllictions,
They that my trust must grow to, liue not heere,
They are (as all my other comforts) far hence
1620 In mine owne Countrey Lords.
Camp.
I would your Grace
Would leaue your greefes, and take my Counsell.
Queen.
How Sir?
Camp.
Put your maine cause into the Kings protection,
1625 Hee's louing and most gracious. 'Twill be much,
Both for your Honour better, and your Cause:
For if the tryall of the Law o'retake ye,
You'l part away disgrac'd.
Wol.
He tels you rightly.
Queen.
1630 Ye tell me what ye wish for both, my ruine:
Is this your Christian Councell? Out vpon ye.
Heauen is aboue all yet; there sits [.] Iudge.
That no King can corrupt.
Camp.
Your rage mistakes vs.
Queen.
1635 The more shame for ye; holy men I thought ye,
Vpon my Soule two reuerend Cardinall Vertues:
But Cardinall Sins, and hollow hearts I feare ye:
Mend 'em for shame my Lords: Is this your comfort?
The Cordiall that ye bring a wretched Lady?
1640 A woman lost among ye, laugh't at, scornd?
I will not wish ye halfe my miseries,
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I haue more Charity. But say I warn'd ye;
Take heed, for heauens sake take heed, least at once
The burthen of my sorrowes, fall vpon ye.
Car.
1645 Madam, this is a meere distraction,
You turne the good we offer, into enuy.
Quee.
Ye turne me into nothing. Woe vpon ye,
And all such false Professors. Would you haue me
(If you haue any Iustice, any Pitty,
1650 If ye be any thing but Churchmens habits)
Put my sicke cause into his hands, that hates me?
Alas, ha's banish'd me his Bed already,
His Loue, too long ago. I am old my Lords,
And all the Fellowship I hold now with him
1655 Is onely my Obedience. What can happen
To me, aboue this wretchednesse? All your Studies
Make me a Curse, like this.
Camp.
Your feares are worse.
Qu.
Haue I liu'd thus long (let me speak my selfe,
1660 Since Vertue findes no friends) a Wife, a true one?
A Woman (I dare say without Vainglory)
Neuer yet branded with Suspition?
Haue I, with all my full Affections
Still met the King? Loud him next Heau'n? Obey'd him?
1665 Bin (out of fondnesse) superstitious to him?
Almost forgot my Prayres to content him?
And am I thus rewarded? 'Tis not well Lords,
Bring me a constant woman to her Husband,
One that ne're dream'd a Ioy, beyond his pleasure;
1670 And to that Woman (when she has done most)
Yet will I adde an Honor; a great Patience.
Car.
Madam, you wander from the good
We ayme at.
Qu.
My Lord,
1675 I dare not make my selfe so guiltie,
To giue vp willingly that Noble Title
Your Master wed me to: nothing but death
Shall e're diuorce my Dignities.
Car.
Pray heare me.
Qu.
1680 Would I had neuer trod this English Earth,
Or felt the Flatteries that grow vpon it:
Ye haue Angels Faces; but Heauen knowes your hearts.
What will become of me now, wretched Lady?
I am the most vnhappy Woman liuing.
1685 Alas (poore Wenches) where are now your Fortunes?
Shipwrack'd vpon a Kingdome, where no Pitty,
No Friends, no Hope, no Kindred weepe for me?
Almost no Graue allow'd me? Like the Lilly
That once was Mistris of the Field, and flourish'd,
1690 Ile hang my head, and perish.
Car.
If your Grace
Could but be brought to know, our Ends are honest,
Youl'd feele more comfort. Why shold we (good Lady)
Vpon what cause wrong you? Alas, our Places,
1695 The way of our Profession is against it;
We are to Cure such sorrowes, not to sowe 'em.
For Goodnesse sake, consider what you do,
How you may hurt your selfe: I, vtterly
Grow from the Kings Acquaintance, by this Carriage.
1700 The hearts of Princes kisse Obedience,
So much they loue it. But to stubborne Spirits,
They swell and grow, as terrible as stormes.
I know you haue a Gentle, Noble temper,
A Soule as euen as a Calme; Pray thinke vs,
1705 Those we professe, Peace‑makers, Friends, and Seruants.
Camp.
Madam, you'l finde it so:
You wrong your Vertues
With these weake Womens feares. A Noble Spirit
As yours was, put into you, euer casts
1710 Such doubts as false Coine from it. The King loues you,
Beware you loose it not: For vs (if you please
To trust vs in your businesse) we are ready
To vse our vtmost Studies, in your seruice.
Qu.
Do what ye will, my Lords:
1715 And pray forgiue me;
If I haue vs'd my selfe vnmannerly,
You know I am a Woman, lacking wit
To make a seemely answer to such persons.
Pray do my seruice to his Maiestie,
1720 He ha's my heart yet, and shall haue my Prayers
While I shall haue my life. Come reuerend Fathers,
Bestow your Councels on me. She now begges
That little thought when she set footing heere,
She should haue bought her Dignities so deere.
Exeunt
Scena Secunda.
[Act 3, Scene 2] §
Enter the Duke of Norfolke, Duke of Suffolke, Lord Surrey,
and Lord Chamberlaine.
and Lord Chamberlaine.
Norf.
1725 If you will now vnite in your Complaints,
And force them with a Constancy, the Cardinall
Cannot stand vnder them. If you omit
The offer of this time, I cannot promise,
But that you shall sustaine moe new disgraces,
1730 With these you beare alreadie.
Sur.
I am ioyfull
To meete the least occasion, that may giue me
Remembrance of my Father‑in‑Law, the Duke,
To be reueng'd on him.
Suf.
1735 Which of the Peeres
Haue vncontemn'd gone by him, or at least
Strangely neglected? When did he regard
The stampe of Noblenesse in any person
Out of himselfe?
Cham.
1740 My Lords, you speake your pleasures:
What he deserues of you and me, I know:
What we can do to him (though now the time
Giues way to vs) I much feare. If you cannot
Barre his accesse to'th'King, neuer attempt
1745 Any thing on him: for he hath a Witchcraft
Ouer the King in's Tongue.
Nor.
O feare him not,
His spell in that is out: the King hath found
Matter against him, that for euer marres
1750 The Hony of his Language. No, he's setled
(Not to come off) in his displeasure.
Sur.
Sir,
I should be glad to heare such Newes as this
Once euery houre.
Nor.
1755 Beleeue it, this is true.
In the Diuorce, his contrarie proceedings
Are all vnfolded: wherein he appeares,
As I would wish mine Enemy.
Sur.
How came
1760 His practises to light?
Suf.
Most strangely.
Sur.
O how? how?
Suf.
The Cardinals Letters to the Pope miscarried,
And
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And came to th'eye o'th'King, wherein was read
1765 How that the Cardinall did intreat his Holinesse
To stay the Iudgement o'th'Diuorce; for if
It did take place, I do (quoth he) perceiue
My King is tangled in affection, to
A Creature of the Queenes, Lady Anne Bullen.
Sur.
1770 Ha's the King this?
Suf.
Beleeue it.
Sur.
Will this worke?
Cham.
The King in this perceiues him, how he coasts
And hedges his owne way. But in this point,
1775 All his trickes founder, and he brings his Physicke
After his Patients death; the King already
Hath married the faire Lady.
Sur.
Would he had.
Suf.
May you be happy in your wish my Lord,
1780 For I professe you haue it.
Sur.
Now all my ioy
Trace the Coniunction.
Suf.
My Amen too't.
Nor.
All mens.
Suf.
1785 There's order giuen for her Coronation:
Marry this is yet but yong, and may be left
To some eares vnrecounted. But my Lords
She is a gallant Creature, and compleate
In minde and feature. I perswade me, from her
1790 Will fall some blessing to this Land, which shall
In it be memoriz'd.
Sur.
But will the King
Digest this Letter of the Cardinals?
The Lord forbid.
Nor.
1795 Marry Amen.
Suf.
No, no:
There be moe Waspes that buz about his Nose,
Will make this sting the sooner. Cardinall Campeius,
Is stolne away to Rome, hath 'tane no leaue,
1800 Ha's left the cause o'th'King vnhandled, and
Is posted as the Agent of our Cardinall,
To second all his plot. I do assure you,
The King cry'de Ha, at this.
Cham.
Now God incense him,
1805 And let him cry Ha, lowder.
Norf.
But my Lord
When returnes Cranmer?
Suf.
He is return'd in his Opinions, which
Haue satisfied the King for his Diuorce,
1810 Together with all famous Colledges
Almost in Christendome: shortly (I beleeue)
His second Marriage shall be publishd, and
Her Coronation. Katherine no more
Shall be call'd Queene, but Princesse Dowager,
1815 And Widdow to Prince Arthur.
Nor.
This same Cranmer's
A worthy Fellow, and hath tane much paine
In the Kings businesse.
Suf.
He has, and we shall see him
1820 For it, an Arch‑byshop.
Nor.
So I heare.
Suf.
'Tis so.
Enter Wolsey and Cromwell.
The Cardinall.
Nor.
Obserue, obserue, hee's moody.
Car.
1825 The Packet Cromwell,
Gau't you the King?
Crom.
To his owne hand, in's Bed‑chamber.
Card.
Look'd he o'th'inside of the Paper?
Crom.
Presently
1830 He did vnseale them; and the first he view'd,
He did it with a Serious minde: a heede
Was in his countenance. You he bad
Attend him heere this Morning.
Card.
Is he ready to come abroad?
Crom.
1835 I thinke by this he is.
Card.
Leaue me a while.
Exit Cromwell.
It shall be to the Dutches of Alanson,
The French Kings Sister; He shall marry her.
Anne Bullen? No: Ile no Anne Bullens for him,
1840 There's more in't then faire Visage. Bullen?
No, wee'l no Bullens: Speedily I wish
To heare from Rome. The Marchionesse of Penbroke?
Nor.
He's discontented.
Suf.
Maybe he heares the King
1845 Does whet his Anger to him.
Sur.
Sharpe enough,
Lord for thy Iustice.
Car.
The late Queenes Gentlewoman?
A Knights Daughter
1850 To be her Mistris Mistris? The Queenes, Queene?
This Candle burnes not cleere, 'tis I must snuffe it,
Then out it goes. What though I know her vertuous
And well deseruing? yet I know her for
A spleeny Lutheran, and not wholsome to
1855 Our cause, that she should lye i'th'bosome of
Our hard rul'd King. Againe, there is sprung vp
An Heretique, an Arch‑one; Cranmer, one
Hath crawl'd into the fauour of the King,
And is his Oracle.
Nor.
1860 He is vex'd at something.
Enter King, reading of a Scedule.
Sur.
I would 'twer somthing that would fret the string,
The Master‑cord on's heart.
Suf.
The King, the King.
King.
What piles of wealth hath he accumulated
1865 To his owne portion? And what expence by'th'houre
Seemes to flow from him? How, i'th'name of Thrift
Does he rake this together? Now my Lords,
Saw you the Cardinall?
Nor.
My Lord, we haue
1870 Stood heere obseruing him. Some strange Commotion
Is in his braine: He bites his lip, and starts,
Stops on a sodaine, lookes vpon the ground,
Then layes his finger on his Temple: straight
Springs out into fast gate, then stops againe,
1875 Strikes his brest hard, and anon, he casts
His eye against the Moone: in most strange Postures
We haue seene him set himselfe.
King.
It may well be,
There is a mutiny in's minde. This morning,
1880 Papers of State he sent me, to peruse
As I requir'd: and wot you what I found
There (on my Conscience put vnwittingly)
Forsooth an Inuentory, thus importing
The seuerall parcels of his Plate his Treasure,
1885 Rich Stuffes and Ornaments of Houshold, which
I finde at such proud Rate, that it out‑speakes
Posession of a Subiect.
Nor.
It's Heauens will,
Some Spirit put this paper in the Packet,
1890 To blesse your eye withall.
King.
If we did thinke
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His Contemplation were aboue the earth,
And fixt on Spirituall obiect, he should still
Dwell in his Musings, but I am affraid
1895 His Thinkings are below the Moone, not worth
His serious considering.
King takes his Seat, whispers Louell, who goes
to the Cardinall.
to the Cardinall.
Car.
Heauen forgiue me,
Euer God blesse your Highnesse.
King.
Good my Lord,
1900 You are full of Heauenly stuffe, and beare the Inuentory
Of your best Graces, in your minde; the which
You were now running o're: you haue scarse time
To steale from Spirituall leysure, a briefe span
To keepe your earthly Audit, sure in that
1905 I deeme you an ill Husband, and am gald
To haue you therein my Companion.
Car.
Sir,
For Holy Offices I haue a time; a time
To thinke vpon the part of businesse, which
1910 I beare i'th'State: and Nature does require
Her times of preseruation, which perforce
I her fraile sonne, among'st my Brethren mortall,
Must giue my tendance to.
King.
You haue said well.
Car.
1915 And euer may your Highnesse yoake together,
(As I will lend you cause) my doing Well,
With my well saying.
King.
'Tis well said agen,
And 'tis a kinde of good deede to say well,
1920 And yet words are no deeds. My Father lou'd you,
He said he did, and with his deed did Crowne
His word vpon you. Since I had my Office,
I haue kept you next my Heart, haue not alone
Imploy'd you where high Profits might come home,
1925 But par'd my present Hauings, to bestow
My Bounties vpon you.
Car.
What should this meane?
Sur.
The Lord increase this businesse.
King.
Haue I not made you
1930 The prime man of the State? I pray you tell me,
If what I now pronounce, you haue found true:
And if you may confesse it, say withall
If you are bound to vs, or no. What say you?
Car.
My Soueraigne, I confesse your Royall graces
1935 Showr'd on me daily, haue bene more then could
My studied purposes requite, which went
Beyond all mans endeauors. My endeauors,
Haue euer come too short of my Desires,
Yet fill'd with my Abilities: Mine owne ends
1940 Haue beene mine so, that euermore they pointed
To'th'good of your most Sacred Person, and
The profit of the State. For your great Graces
Heap'd vpon me (poore Vndeseruer) I
Can nothing render but Allegiant thankes,
1945 My Prayres to heauen for you; my Loyaltie
Which euer ha's, and euer shall be growing,
Till death (that Winter) kill it.
King.
Fairely answer'd:
A Loyall, and obedient Subiect is
1950 Therein illustrated, the Honor of it
Does pay the Act of it, as i'th'contrary
The fowlenesse is the punishment. I presume,
That as my hand ha's open'd Bounty to you,
My heart drop'd Loue, my powre rain'd Honor, more
1955 On you, then any: So your Hand, and Heart,
Your Braine, and euery Function of your power,
Should, notwithstanding that your bond of duty,
As 'twer in Loues particular, be more
To me your Friend, then any.
Car.
1960 I do professe,
That for your Highnesse good, I euer labour'd
More then mine owne: that am, haue, and will be
(Though all the world should cracke their duty to you,
And throw it from their Soule, though perils did
1965 Abound, as thicke as thought could make 'em, and
Appeare in formes more horrid) yet my Duty,
As doth a Rocke against the chiding Flood,
Should the approach of this wilde Riuer breake,
And stand vnshaken yours.
King.
1970 'Tis Nobly spoken:
Take notice Lords, he ha's a Loyall brest,
For you haue seene him open't. Read o're this,
And after this, and then to Breakfast with
What appetite you haue.
Exit King, frowning vpon the Cardinall, the Nobles
throng after him smiling, and whispering.
throng after him smiling, and whispering.
Car.
1975 What should this meane?
What sodaine Anger's this? How haue I reap'd it?
He parted Frowning from me, as if Ruine
Leap'd from his Eyes. So lookes the chafed Lyon
Vpon the daring Huntsman that has gall'd him:
1980 Then makes him nothing. I must reade this paper:
I feare the Story of his Anger. 'Tis so:
This paper ha's vndone me: 'Tis th'Accompt
Of all that world of Wealth I haue drawne together
For mine owne ends, (Indeed to gaine the Popedome,
1985 And fee my Friends in Rome.) O Negligence!
Fit for a Foole to fall by: What crosse Diuell
Made me put this maine Secret in the Packet
I sent the King? Is there no way to cure this?
No new deuice to beate this from his Braines?
1990 I know't will stirre him strongly; yet I know
A way, if it take right, in spight of Fortune
Will bring me off againe. What's this? To th'Pope?
The Letter (as I liue) with all the Businesse
I writ too's Holinesse. Nay then, farewell:
1995 I haue touch'd the highest point of all my Greatnesse,
And from that full Meridian of my Glory,
I haste now to my Setting. I shall fall
Like a bright exhalation in the Euening,
And no man see me more.
Enter to Woolsey, the Dukes of Norfolke and Suffolke, the
Earle of Surrey, and the Lord Chamberlaine.
Earle of Surrey, and the Lord Chamberlaine.
Nor.
2000 Heare the Kings pleasure Cardinall,
Who commands you
To render vp rhe Great Seale presently
Into our hands, and to Confine your selfe
To Asher‑house, my Lord of Winchesters,
2005 Till you heare further from his Highnesse.
Car.
Stay:
Where's your Commission? Lords, words cannot carrie
Authority so weighty.
Suf.
Who dare crosse 'em,
2010 Bearing the Kings will from his mouth expressely?
Car.
Till I finde more then will, or words to do it,
(I meane your malice) know, Officious Lords,
I dare, and must deny it. Now I feele
Of what course Mettle ye are molded, Enuy,
2015 How eagerly ye follow my Disgraces
As
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As if it fed ye, and how sleeke and wanton
Ye appeare in euery thing may bring my ruine?
Follow your enuious courses, men of Malice;
You haue Christian warrant for 'em, and no doubt
2020 In time will finde their fit Rewards. That Seale
You aske with such a Violence, the King
(Mine, and your Master) with his owne hand, gaue me:
Bad me enioy it, with the Place, and Honors
During my life; and to confirme his Goodnesse,
2025 Ti'de it by Letters Patents. Now, who'll take it?
Sur.
The King that gaue it.
Car.
It must be himselfe then.
Sur.
Thou art a proud Traitor, Priest.
Car.
Proud Lord, thou lyest:
2030 Within these fortie houres, Surrey durst better
Haue burnt that Tongue, then saide so.
Sur.
Thy Ambition
(Thou Scarlet sinne) robb'd this bewailing Land
Of Noble Buckingham, my Father‑in‑Law,
2035 The heads of all thy Brother‑Cardinals,
(With thee, and all thy best parts bound together)
Weigh'd not a haire of his. Plague of your policie,
You sent me Deputie for Ireland,
Farre from his succour; from the King, from all
2040 That might haue mercie on the fault, thou gau'st him:
Whil'st your great Goodnesse, out of holy pitty,
Absolu'd him with an Axe.
Wol.
This, and all else
This talking Lord can lay vpon my credit,
2045 I answer, is most false. The Duke by Law
Found his deserts. How innocent I was
From any priuate malice in his end,
His Noble Iurie, and foule Cause can witnesse.
If I lou'd many words, Lord, I should tell you,
2050 You haue as little Honestie, as Honor,
That in the way of Loyaltie, and Truth,
Toward the King, my euer Roiall Master,
Dare mate a sounder man then Surrie can be,
And all that loue his follies.
Sur.
2055 By my Soule,
Your long Coat (Priest) protects you,
Thou should'st feele
My Sword i'th'life blood of thee else. My Lords,
Can ye endure to heare this Arrogance?
2060 And from this Fellow? If we liue thus tamely,
To be thus Iaded by a peece of Scarlet,
Farewell Nobilitie: let his Grace go forward,
And dare vs with his Cap, like Larkes.
Card.
All Goodnesse
2065 Is poyson to thy stomacke.
Sur.
Yes, that goodnesse
Of gleaning all the Lands wealth into one,
Into your owne hands (Card'nall) by Extortion:
The goodnesse of your intercepted Packets
2070 You writ to'th'Pope, against the King: your goodnesse
Since you prouoke me, shail be most notorious.
My Lord of Norfolke, as you are truly Noble,
As you respect the common good, the State
Of our despis'd Nobilitie, our Issues,
2075 (Whom if he liue, will scarse be Gentlemen)
Produce the grand summe of his sinnes, the Articles
Collected from his life. Ile startle you
Worse then the Sacring Bell, when the browne Wench
Lay kissing in your Armes, Lord Cardinall.
Car.
2080 How much me thinkes, I could despise this man,
But that I am bound in Charitie against it.
Nor.
Those Articles, my Lord, are in the Kings hand:
But thus much, they are foule ones.
Wol.
So much fairer
2085 And spotlesse, shall mine Innocence arise,
When the King knowes my Truth.
Sur.
This cannot saue you:
I thanke my Memorie, I yet remember
Some of these Articles, and out they shall.
2090 Now, if you can blush, and crie guiltie Cardinall,
You'l shew a little Honestie.
Wol.
Speake on Sir,
I dare your worst Obiections: If I blush,
It is to see a Nobleman want manners.
Sur.
2095 I had rather want those, then my head;
Haue at you.
First, that without the Kings assent or knowledge,
You wrought to be a Legate, by which power
You maim'd the Iurisdiction of all Bishops.
Nor.
2100 Then, That in all you writ to Rome, or else
To Forraigne Princes, Ego & Rex meus
Was still inscrib'd: in which you brought the King
To be your Seruant.
Suf.
Then, that without the knowledge
2105 Either of King or Councell, when you went
Ambassador to the Emperor, you made bold
To carry into Flanders, the Great Seale.
Sur.
Item, You sent a large Commission
To Gregory de Cassado, to conclude
2110 Without the Kings will, or the States allowance,
A League betweene his Highnesse, and Ferrara.
Suf.
That out of meere Ambition, you haue caus'd
Your holy‑Hat to be stampt on the Kings Coine.
Sur.
Then, That you haue sent inumerable substance,
2115 (By what meanes got, I leaue to your owne conscience)
To furnish Rome, and to prepare the wayes
You haue for Dignities, to the meere vndooing
Of all the Kingdome. Many more there are,
Which since they are of you, and odious,
2120 I will not taint my mouth with.
Cham.
O my Lord,
Presse not a falling man too farre: 'tis Vertue:
His faults lye open to the Lawes, let them
(Not you) correct him. My heart weepes to see him
2125 So little, of his great Selfe.
Sur.
I forgiue him.
Suf.
Lord Cardinall, the Kings further pleasure is,
Bccause all those things you haue done of late
By your power Legatiue within this Kingdome,
2130 Fall into'th'compasse of a Premunire;
That therefore such a Writ be sued against you,
To forfeit all your Goods, Lands, Tenements,
Castles, and whatsoeuer, and to be
Out of the Kings protection. This is my Charge.
Nor.
2135 And so wee'l leaue you to your Meditations
How to liue better. For your stubborne answer
About the giuing backe the Great Seale to vs,
The King shall know it, and (no doubt) shal thanke you.
So fare you well, my little good Lord Cardinall.
Exeunt all but Wolsey.
Wol.
2140 So farewell, to the little good you beare me.
Farewell? A long farewell to all my Greatnesse.
This is the state of Man; to day he puts forth
The tender Leaues of hopes, to morrow Blossomes,
And beares his blushing Honors thicke vpon him:
2145 The third day, comes a Frost; a killing Frost,
And when he thinkes, good easie man, full surely
His
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His Greatnesse is a ripening, nippes his roote,
And then he fals as I do. I haue ventur'd
Like little wanton Boyes that swim on bladders:
2150 This many Summers in a Sea of Glory,
But farre beyond my depth: my high‑blowne Pride
At length broke vnder me, and now ha's left me
Weary, and old with Seruice, to the mercy
Of a rude streame, that must for euer hide me.
2155 Vaine pompe, and glory of this World, I hate ye,
I feele my heart new open'd. Oh how wretched
Is that poore man, that hangs on Princes fauours?
There is betwixt that smile we would aspire too,
That sweet Aspect of Princes, and their ruine,
2160 More pangs, and feares then warres, or women haue;
And when he falles, he falles like Lucifer,
Neuer to hope againe.
Enter Cromwell, standing amazed.
Why how now Cromwell?
Crom.
I haue no power to speake Sir.
Car.
2165 What, amaz'd
At my misfortunes? Can thy Spirit wonder
A great man should decline. Nay, and you weep
I am falne indeed.
Crom.
How does your Grace.
Card.
2170 Why well:
Neuer so truly happy, my good Cromwell,
I know my selfe now, and I feele within me,
A peace aboue all earthly Dignities,
A still, and quiet Conscience. The King ha's cur'd me,
2175 I humbly thanke his Grace: and from these shoulders
These ruin'd Pillers, out of pitty, taken
A loade, would sinke a Nauy, (too much Honor.)
O 'tis a burden Cromwel, 'tis a burden
Too heauy for a man, that hopes for Heauen.
Crom.
2180 I am glad your Grace,
Ha's made that right vse of it.
Card.
I hope I haue:
I am able now (me thinkes)
(Out of a Fortitude of Soule, I feele)
2185 To endure more Miseries, and greater farre
Then my Weake‑hearted Enemies, dare offer.
What Newes abroad?
Crom.
The heauiest, and the worst,
Is your displeasure with the King.
Card.
2190 God blesse him.
Crom.
The next is, that Sir Thomas Moore is chosen
Lord Chancellor, in your place.
Card.
That's somewhat sodain.
But he's a Learned man. May he continue
2195 Long in his Highnesse fauour, and do Iustice
For Truths‑sake, and his Conscience; that his bones,
When he ha's run his course, and sleepes in Blessings,
May haue a Tombe of Orphants teares wept on him.
What more?
Crom.
2200 That Cranmer is return'd with welcome;
Install'd Lord Arch‑byshop of Canterbury.
Card.
That's Newes indeed.
Crom.
Last, that the Lady Anne,
Whom the King hath in secrecie long married,
2205 This day was view'd in open, as his Queene,
Going to Chappell: and the voyce is now
Onely about her Corronation.
Card.
There was the waight that pull'd me downe,
O Cromwell,
2210 The King ha's gone beyond me: All my Glories
In that one woman, I haue lost for euer.
No Sun, shall euer vsher forth mine Honors,
Or gilde againe the Noble Troopes that waighted
Vpon my smiles. Go get thee from me Cromwel,
2215 I am a poore falne man, vnworthy now
To be thy Lord, and Master. Seeke the King
(That Sun, I pray may neuer set) I haue told him,
What, and how true thou art; he will aduance thee:
Some little memory of me, will stirre him
2220 (I know his Noble Nature) not to let
Thy hopefull seruice perish too. Good Cromwell
Neglect him not; make vse now, and prouide
For thine owne future safety.
Crom.
O my Lord,
2225 Must I then leaue you? Must I needes forgo
So good, so Noble, and so true a Master?
Beare witnesse, all that haue not hearts of Iron,
With what a sorrow Cromwel leaues his Lord.
The King shall haue my seruice; but my prayres
2230 For euer, and for euer shall be yours.
Card.
Cromwel, I did not thinke to shed a teare
In all my Miseries: But thou hast forc'd me
(Out of thy honest truth) to play the Woman.
Let's dry our eyes: And thus farre heare me Cromwel,
2235 And when I am forgotten, as I shall be,
And sleepe in dull cold Marble, where no mention
Of me, more must be heard of: Say I taught thee,
Say Wolsey, that once trod the wayes of Glory,
And sounded all the Depths, and Shoales of Honor,
2240 Found thee a way (out of his wracke) to rise in:
A sure, and safe one, though thy Master mist it.
Marke but my Fall, and that that Ruin'd me:
Cromwel, I charge thee, fling away Ambition,
By that sinne fell the Angels: how can man then
2245 (The Image of his Maker) hope to win by it?
Loue thy selfe last, cherish those hearts that hate thee;
Corruption wins not more then Honesty.
Still in thy right hand, carry gentle Peace
To silence enuious Tongues. Be iust, and feare not;
2250 Let all the ends thou aym'st at, be thy Countries,
Thy Gods, and Truths. Then if thou fall'st (O Cromwell)
Thou fall'st a blessed Martyr.
Serue the King: And prythee leade me in:
There take an Inuentory of all I haue,
2255 To the last peny, 'tis the Kings. My Robe,
And my Integrity to Heauen, is all,
I dare now call mine owne. O Cromwel, Cromwel,
Had I but seru'd my God, with halfe the Zeale
I seru'd my King: he would not in mine Age
2260 Haue left me naked to mine Enemies.
Crom.
Good Sir, haue patience.
Card.
So I haue. Farewell
The Hopes of Court, my Hopes in Heauen do dwell.
Exeunt.
Aetus Quartus. Scena Prima.
[Act 4, Scene 1] §
Enter two Gentlemen, meeting one another.
1
Y'are well met once againe.
2
2265 So are you.
1
You come to take your stand heere, and behold
The Lady Anne, passe from her Corronation.
2
'Tis all my businesse. At our last encounter,
The Duke of Buckingham came from his Triall.
1
2270 'Tis very true. But that time offer'd sorrow,
This generall ioy.
2
'Tis well: The Citizens
I am sure haue shewne at full their Royall minds,
As let 'em haue their rights, they are euer forward
2275 In Celebration of this day with Shewes,
Pageants, and Sights of Honor.
1
Neuer greater,
Nor Ile assure you better taken Sir.
2
May I be bold to aske what that containes,
2280 That Paper in your hand.
1
Yes, 'tis the List
Of those that claime their Offices this day,
By custome of the Coronation.
The Duke of Suffolke is the first, and claimes
2285 To be high Steward; Next the Duke of Norfolke,
He to be Earle Marshall: you may reade the rest.
1
I thanke you Sir: Had I not known those customs,
I should haue beene beholding to your Paper:
But I beseech you, what's become of Katherine
2290 The Princesse Dowager? How goes her businesse?
1
That I can tell you too. The Archbishop
Of Canterbury, accompanied with other
Learned, and Reuerend Fathers of his Order,
Held a late Court at Dunstable; sixe miles off
2295 From Ampthill, where the Princesse lay, to which
She was often cyted by them, but appear'd not:
And to be short, for not Appearance, and
The Kings late Scruple, by the maine assent
Of all these Learned men, she was diuorc'd,
2300 And the late Marriage made of none effect:
Since which, she was remou'd to Kymmalton,
Where she remaines now sicke.
2
Alas good Lady.
The Trumpets sound: Stand close,
2305 The Queene is comming.
Ho‑boyes.
2
A Royall Traine beleeue me: These I know:
Who's that that beares the Scepter?
1
Marquesse Dorset,
And that the Earle of Surrey, with the Rod.
2
2310 A bold braue Gentleman. That should bee
The Duke of Suffolke.
1
'Tis the same: high Steward.
2
And that my Lord of Norfolke?
1
Yes.
2
2315 Heauen blesse thee,
Thou hast the sweetest face I euer look'd on.
Sir, as I haue a Soule, she is an Angell;
Our King has all the Indies in his Armes,
And more, and, richer, when he straines that Lady,
2320 I cannot blame his Conscience.
1
They that beare
The Cloath of Honour ouer her, are foure Barons
Of the Cinque Ports.
2
Those men are happy,
2325 And so are all, are neere her.
I take it, she that carries vp the Traine,
Is that old Noble Lady, Dutchesse of Norfolke.
1
It is, and all the rest are Countesses.
2
Their Coronets say so. These are Starres indeed,
2330 And sometimes falling ones.
2
No more of that.
Enter third Gentleman.
1
God saue you Sir. Where haue you bin broiling?
3
Among the crow'd i'th'Abbey, where a finger
Could not be wedg'd in more: I am stifled
2335 With the meere ranknesse of their ioy.
2
You saw the Ceremony?
3
That I did.
1
How was it?
3
Well worth the seeing.
2
2340 Good Sir, speake it to vs?
3
As well as I am able. The rich streame
Of Lords, and Ladies, hauing brought the Queene
To a prepar'd place in the Quire, fell off
A distance from her; while her Grace sate downe
2345 To rest a while, some halfe an houre, or so,
In a rich Chaire of State, opposing freely
The Beauty of her Person to the People.
Beleeue me Sir, she is the goodliest Woman
That euer lay by man: which when the people
2350 Had the full view of, such a noyse arose,
As the shrowdes make at Sea, in a stiffe Tempest,
As lowd, and to as many Tunes. Hats, Cloakes,
(Doublets, I thinke) flew vp, and had their Faces
Bin loose, this day they had been lost. Such ioy
2355 I neuer saw before. Great belly'd women,
That had not halfe a weeke to go, like Rammes
In the old time of Warre, would shake the prease
And make 'em reele before 'em. No man liuing
Could say this is my wife there, all were wouen
2360 So strangely in one peece.
2
But what follow'd?
3
At length, her Grace rose, and with modest paces
Came to the Altar, where she kneel'd, and Saint‑like
Cast her faire eyes to Heauen, and pray'd deuoutly,
2365 Then rose againe, and bow'd her to the people:
When by the Arch‑byshop of Canterbury,
She had all the Royall makings of a Queene;
As holy Oyle, Edward Confessors Crowne,
The Rod, and Bird of Peace, and all such Emblemes
2370 Laid Nobly on her: which perform'd, the Quire
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With all the choysest Musicke of the Kingdome,
Together sung Te Deum. So she parted,
And with the same full State pac'd backe againe
To Yorke‑Place, where the Feast is held.
1
2375 Sir,
You must no more call it Yorke‑place, that's past:
For since the Cardinall fell, that Titles lost,
'Tis now the Kings, and call'd White‑Hall.
3
I know it:
2380 But 'tis so lately alter'd, that the old name
Is fresh about me.
2
What two Reuerend Byshops
Were those that went on each side of the Queene?
3
Stokeley and Gardiner, the one of Winchester,
2385 Newly preferr'd from the Kings Secretary:
The other London.
2
He of Winchester
Is held no great good louer of the Archbishops,
The vertuous Cranmer.
3
2390 All the Land knowes that:
How euer, yet there is no great breach, when it comes
Cranmer will finde a Friend will not shrinke from him.
2
Who may that be, I pray you.
3
Thomas Cromwell,
2395 A man in much esteeme with th'King, and truly
A worthy Friend. The King ha's made him
Master o'th'Iewell House,
And one already of the Priuy Councell.
2
He will deserue more.
3
2400 Yes without all doubt.
Come Gentlemen, ye shall go my way,
Which is to'th Court, and there ye shall be my Guests:
Something I can command. As I walke thither,
Ile tell ye more.
Both.
2405 You may command vs Sir.
Exeunt.
Scena Secunda.
[Act 4, Scene 2] §
Enter Katherine Dowager, sicke, lead betweene Griffith,
her Gentleman Vsher, and Patience
her Woman.
her Gentleman Vsher, and Patience
her Woman.
Grif.
How do's your Grace?
Kath.
O Griffith, sicke to death:
My Legges like loaden Branches bow to'th'Earth,
Willing to leaue their burthen: Reach a Chaire,
2410 So now (me thinkes) I feele a little ease.
Did'st thou not tell me Griffith, as thou lead'st mee,
That the great Childe of Honor, Cardinall Wolsey
Was dead?
Grif.
Yes Madam: but I thanke your Grace
2415 Out of the paine you suffer'd, gaue no eare too't.
Kath.
Pre'thee good Griffith, tell me how he dy'de.
If well, he stept before me happily
For my example.
Grif.
Well, the voyce goes Madam,
2420 For after the stout Earle Northumberland
Arrested him at Yorke, and brought him forward
As a man sorely tainted, to his Answer,
He fell sicke sodainly, and grew so ill
He could not sit his Mule.
Kath.
2425 Alas poore man.
Grif.
At last, with easie Rodes, he came to Leicester,
Lodg'd in the Abbey; where the reuerend Abbot
With all his Couent, honourably receiu'd him;
To whom he gaue these words. O Father Abbot,
2430 An old man, broken with the stormes of State,
Is come to lay his weary bones among ye:
Giue him a little earth for Charity.
So went to bed; where eagerly his sicknesse
Pursu'd him still, and three nights after this,
2435 About the houre of eight, which he himselfe
Foretold should be his last, full of Repentance,
Continuall Meditations, Teares, and Sorrowes,
He gaue his Honors to the world agen,
His blessed part to Heauen, and slept in peace.
Kath.
2440 So may he rest,
His Faults lye gently on him:
Yet thus farre Griffith, giue me leaue to speake him,
And yet with Charity. He was a man
Of an vnbounded stomacke, euer ranking
2445 Himselfe with Princes. One that by suggestion
Ty'de all the Kingdome. Symonie, was faire play,
His owne Opinion was his Law. I'th'presence
He would say vntruths, and be euer double
Both in his words, and meaning. He was neuer
2450 (But where he meant to Ruine) pittifull.
His Promises, were as he then was, Mighty:
But his performance, as he is now, Nothing:
Of his owne body he was ill, and gaue
The Clergy ill example.
Grif.
2455 Noble Madam:
Mens euill manners, liue in Brasse, their Vertues
We write in Water. May it please your Highnesse
To heare me speake his good now?
Kath.
Yes good Griffith,
2460 I were malicious else.
Grif.
This Cardinall,
Though from an humble Stocke, vndoubtedly
Was fashion'd to much Honor. From his Cradle
He was a Scholler, and a ripe, and good one:
2465 Exceeding wise, faire spoken, and perswading:
Lofty, and sowre to them that lou'd him not:
But, to those men that sought him, sweet as Summer.
And though he were vnsatisfied in getting,
(Which was a sinne) yet in bestowing, Madam,
2470 He was most Princely: Euer witnesse for him
Those twinnes of Learning, that he rais'd in you,
Ipswich and Oxford: one of which, fell with him,
Vnwilling to out‑liue the good that did it.
The other (though vnfinish'd) yet so Famous,
2475 So excellent in Art, and still so rising,
That Christendome shall euer speake his Vertue.
His Ouerthrow, heap'd Happinesse vpon him:
For then, and not till then, he felt himselfe,
And found the Blessednesse of being little.
2480 And to adde greater Honors to his Age
Then man could giue him; he dy'de, fearing God.
Kath.
After my death, I wish no other Herald,
No other speaker of my liuing Actions,
To keepe mine Honor, from Corruption,
2485 But such an honest Chronicler as Griffith.
Whom I most hated Liuing, thou hast made mee
With thy Religious Truth, and Modestie,
(Now in his Ashes) Honor: Peace be with him.
Patience, be neere me still, and set me lower,
2490 I haue not long to trouble thee. Good Griffith,
Cause the Musitians play me that sad note
I nam'd my Knell; whil'st I sit meditating
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On that Cœlestiall Harmony I go too.
Sad and solemne Musicke.
Grif.
She is asleep: Good wench, let's sit down quiet,
2495 For feare we wake her. Softly, gentle Patience.
The Vision.
Enter solemnely tripping one after another, sixe Personages,
clad in white Robes, wearing on their heades Garlands of
Bayes, and golden Vizards on their faces, Branches of Bayes
or Palme in their hands. They first Conge vnto her, then
Dance: and at certaine Changes, the first two hold a spare
Garland ouer her Head, at which the other foure make re
uerend Curtsies. Then the two that held the Garland, deli
uer the same to the other next two, who obserue the same or
der in their Changes, and holding the Garland ouer her
head. Which done, they deliuer the same Garland to the
last two: who likewise obserue the same Order. At which
(as it were by inspiration) she makes (in her sleepe) signes of
reioycing, and holdeth vp her hands to heauen. And so, in
their Dancing vanish, carrying the Garland with them.
The Musicke continues.
clad in white Robes, wearing on their heades Garlands of
Bayes, and golden Vizards on their faces, Branches of Bayes
or Palme in their hands. They first Conge vnto her, then
Dance: and at certaine Changes, the first two hold a spare
Garland ouer her Head, at which the other foure make re
uerend Curtsies. Then the two that held the Garland, deli
uer the same to the other next two, who obserue the same or
der in their Changes, and holding the Garland ouer her
head. Which done, they deliuer the same Garland to the
last two: who likewise obserue the same Order. At which
(as it were by inspiration) she makes (in her sleepe) signes of
reioycing, and holdeth vp her hands to heauen. And so, in
their Dancing vanish, carrying the Garland with them.
The Musicke continues.
Kath.
Spirits of peace, where are ye? Are ye all gone?
And leaue me heere in wretchednesse, behinde ye?
Grif.
Madam, we are heere.
Kath.
It is not you I call for,
2500 Saw ye none enter since I slept?
Grif.
None Madam.
Kath.
No? Saw you not euen now a blessed Troope
Inuite me to a Banquet, whose bright faces
Cast thousand beames vpon me, like the Sun?
2505 They promis'd me eternall Happinesse,
And brought me Garlands (Griffith) which I feele
I am not worthy yet to weare: I shall assuredly.
Grif.
I am most ioyfull Madam, such good dreames
Possesse your Fancy.
Kath.
2510 Bid the Musicke leaue,
They are harsh and heauy to me.
Musicke ceases.
Pati.
Do you note
How much her Grace is alter'd on the sodaine?
How long her face is drawne? How pale she lookes,
2515 And of an earthy cold? Marke her eyes?
Grif.
She is going Wench. Pray, pray.
Pati.
Heauen comfort her.
Enter a Messenger.
Mes.
And't like your Grace—
Kath.
You are a sawcy Fellow,
2520 Deserue we no more Reuerence?
Grif.
You are too blame,
Knowing she will not loose her wonted Greatnesse
To vse so rude behauiour. Go too, kneele.
Mes.
I humbly do entreat your Highnesse pardon,
2525 My hast made me vnmannerly. There is staying
A Gentleman sent from the King, to see you.
Kath.
Admit him entrance Griffith. But this Fellow
Let me ne're see againe.
Exit Messeng.
Enter Lord Capuchius.
If my sight faile not,
2530 You should be Lord Ambassador from the Emperor,
My Royall Nephew, and your name Capuchius.
Cap.
Madam the same. Your Seruant.
Kath.
O my Lord,
The Times and Titles now are alter'd strangely
2535 With me, since first you knew me.
But I pray you,
What is your pleasure with me?
Cap.
Noble Lady,
First mine owne seruice to your Grace, the next
2540 The Kings request, that I would visit you,
Who greeues much for your weaknesse, and by me
Sends you his Princely Commendations,
And heartily entreats you take good comfort.
Kath.
O my good Lord, that comfort comes too late,
2545 'Tis like a Pardon after Execution;
That gentle Physicke giuen in time, had cur'd me:
But now I am past all Comforts heere, but Prayers.
How does his Highnesse?
Cap.
Madam, in good health.
Kath.
2550 So may he euer do, and euer flourish,
When I shall dwell with Wormes, and my poore name
Banish'd the Kingdome. Patience, is that Letter
I caus'd you write, yet sent away?
Pat.
No Madam.
Kath.
2555 Sir, I most humbly pray you to deliuer
This to my Lord the King.
Cap.
Most willing Madam.
Kath.
In which I haue commended to his goodnesse
The Modell of our chaste loues: his yong daughter,
2560 The dewes of Heauen fall thicke in Blessings on her,
Beseeching him to giue her vertuous breeding.
She is yong, and of a Noble modest Nature,
I hope she will deserue well; and a little
To loue her for her Mothers sake, that lou'd him,
2565 Heauen knowes how deerely.
My next poore Petition,
Is, that his Noble Grace would haue some pittie
Vpon my wretched women, that so long
Haue follow'd both my Fortunes, faithfully,
2570 Of which there is not one, I dare auow
(And now I should not lye) but will deserue
For Vertue, and true Beautie of the Soule,
For honestie, and decent Carriage
A right good Husband (let him be a Noble)
2575 And sure those men are happy that shall haue 'em.
The last is for my men, they are the poorest,
(But pouerty could neuer draw 'em from me)
That they may haue their wages, duly paid 'em,
And something ouer to remember me by.
2580 If Heauen had pleas'd to haue giuen me longer life
And able meanes, we had not parted thus.
These are the whole Contents, and good my Lord,
By that you loue the deerest in this world,
As you wish Christian peace to soules departed,
2585 Stand these poore peoples Friend, and vrge the King
To do me this last right.
Cap.
By Heauen I will,
Or let me loose the fashion of a man.
Kath.
I thanke you honest Lord. Remember me
2590 In all humilitie vnto his Highnesse:
Say his long trouble now is passing
Out of this world. Tell him in death I blest him
(For so I will) mine eyes grow dimme. Farewell
My Lord. Griffith farewell. Nay Patience,
2595 Vou must not leaue me yet. I must to bed,
Call in more women. When I am dead, good Wench,
Let me be vs'd with Honor; strew me ouer
With Maiden Flowers, that all the world may know
I was a chaste Wife, to my Graue: Embalme me,
2600 Then lay me forth (although vnqueen'd) yet like
A Queene, and Daughter to a King enterre me.
I can no more.
Exeunt leading Katherine.
Scena
Actus Quintus. Scena Prima.
[Act 5, Scene 1] §
Enter Gardiner Bishop of Winchester, a Page with a Torch
before him, met by Sir Thomas Louell.
before him, met by Sir Thomas Louell.
Gard.
It's one a clocke Boy, is't not.
Boy.
It hath strooke.
Gard.
2605 These should be houres for necessities,
Not for delights: Times to repayre our Nature
With comforting repose, and not for vs
To waste these times. Good houre of night Sir Thomas:
Whether so late?
Lou.
2610 Came you from the King, my Lord?
Gar.
I did Sir Thomas, and left him at Primero
With the Duke of Suffolke.
Lou.
I must to him too
Before he go to bed. Ile take my leaue.
Gard.
2615 Not yet Sir Thomas Louell: what's the matter?
It seemes you are in hast: and if there be
No great offence belongs too't, giue your Friend
Some touch of your late businesse: Affaires that walke
(As they say Spirits do) at midnight, haue
2620 In them a wilder Nature, then the businesse
That seekes dispatch by day.
Lou.
My Lord, I loue you;
And durst commend a secret to your eare
Much waightier then this worke. The Queens in Labor
2625 They say in great Extremity, and fear'd
Shee'l with the Labour, end.
Gard.
The fruite she goes with
I pray for heartily, that it may finde
Good time, and liue: but for the Stocke Sir Thomas,
2630 I wish it grubb'd vp now.
Lou.
Me thinkes I could
Cry the Amen, and yet my Conscience sayes
Shee's a good Creature, and sweet‑Ladie do's
Deserue our better wishes.
Gard.
2635 But Sir, Sir,
Heare me Sir Thomas, y'are a Gentleman
Of mine owne way. I know you Wise, Religious,
And let me tell you, it will ne're be well,
'Twill not Sir Thomas Louell, tak't of me,
2640 Till Cranmer, Cromwel, her two hands, and shee
Sleepe in their Graues.
Louell.
Now Sir, you speake of two
The most remark'd i'th'Kingdome; as for Cromwell,
Beside that of the Iewell‑House, is made Master
2645 O'th'Rolles, and the Kings Secretary. Further Sir,
Stands in the gap and Trade of moe Preferments,
With which the Lime will loade him. Th'Archbyshop
Is the Kings hand, and tongue, and who dare speak
One syllable against him?
Gard.
2650 Yes, yes, Sir Thomas,
There are that Dare, and I my selfe haue ventur'd
To speake my minde of him: and indeed this day,
Sir (I may tell it you) I thinke I haue
Incenst the Lords o'th'Councell, that he is
2655 (For so I know he is, they know he is)
A most Arch‑Heretique, a Pestilence
That does infect the Land: with which, they moued
Haue broken with the King, who hath so farre
Giuen eare to our Complaint, of his great Grace,
2660 And Princely Care, fore‑seeing those fell Mischiefes,
Our Reasons layd before him, hath commanded
To morrow Morning to the Councell Boord
He be conuented. He's a ranke weed Sir Thomas,
And we must root him out. From your Affaires
2665 I hinder you too long: Good night, Sir Thomas.
Exit Gardiner and Page.
Lou.
Many good nights, my Lord, I rest your seruant.
Enter King and Suffolke.
King.
Charles, I will play no more to night,
My mindes not on't, you are too hard for me.
Suff.
Sir, I did neuer win of you before.
King.
2670 But little Charles,
Nor shall not when my Fancies on my play.
Now Louel, from the Queene what is the Newes.
Lou.
I could not personally deliuer to her
What you commanded me, but by her woman,
2675 I sent your Message, who return'd her thankes
In the great'st humblenesse, and desir'd your Highnesse
Most heartily to pray for her.
King.
What say'st thou? Ha?
To pray for her? What, is she crying out?
Lou.
2680 So said her woman, and that her suffrance made
Almost each pang, a death.
King.
Alas good Lady.
Suf.
God safely quit her of her Burthen, and
With gentle Trauaile, to the gladding of
2685 Your Highnesse with an Heire.
King.
'Tis midnight Charles,
Prythee to bed, and in thy Prayres remember
Th'estate of my poore Queene. Leaue me alone,
For I must thinke of that, which company
2690 Would not be friendly too.
Suf.
I wish your Highnesse
A quiet night, and my good Mistris will
Remember in my Prayers.
King.
Charles good night.
Exit Suffolke.
2695 Well Sir, what followes?
Enter Sir Anthony Denny.
Den.
Sir, I haue brought my Lord the Arch‑byshop,
As you commanded me.
King.
Ha? Canterbury?
Den.
I my good Lord.
King.
2700 'Tis true: where is he Denny?
Den.
He attends your Highnesse pleasure.
King.
Bring him to Vs.
Lou.
This is about that, which the Byshop spake,
I am happily come hither.
Enter Cranmer and Denny.
King.
2705 Auoyd the Gallery.
Louel seemes to stay.
Ha? I haue said. Be gone.
What?
Exeunt Louell and Denny.
Cran.
I am fearefull: Wherefore frownes he thus?
'Tis his Aspect of Terror. All's not well.
King.
2710 How now my Lord?
You do desire to know wherefore
I sent for you.
Cran.
It is my dutie
T'attend your Highnesse pleasure.
King.
2715 Pray you arise
My good and gracious Lord of Canterburie:
Come, you and I must walke a turne together:
I haue Newes to tell you.
Come, come, giue me your hand.
2720 Ah my good Lord, I greeue at what I speake,
And am right sorrie to repeat what followes.
I haue, and most vnwillingly of late
x2
Heard
{p. 228}
The Life of King Henry the Eight.
Heard many greeuous. I do say my Lord
Greeuous complaints, of you; which being consider'd,
2725 Haue mou'd Vs, aud our Councell, that you shall
This Morning come before vs, where I know
You cannot with such freedome purge your selfe,
But that till further Triall, in those Charges
Which will require your Answer, you must take
2730 Your patience to you, and be well contented
To make your house our Towre: you, a Brother of vs
It fits we thus, proceed, or else no witnesse
Would come against you.
Cran.
I humbly thanke your Highnesse,
2735 And am right glad to catch this good occasion
Most throughly to be winnowed, where my Chaffe
And Corne shall flye asunder. For I know
There's none stands vnder more calumnious tongues,
Then I my selfe, poore man.
King.
2740 Stand vp, good Canterbury,
Thy Truth, and thy Integrity is rooted
In vs thy Friend. Giue me thy hand, stand vp,
Prythee let's walke. Now by my Holydame,
What manner of man are you? My Lord, I look'd
2745 You would haue giuen me your Petition, that
I should haue tane some paines, to bring together
Your selfe, and your Accusers, and to haue heard you
Without indurance further.
Cran.
Most dread Liege,
2750 The good I stand on, is my Truth and Honestie:
If they shall faile, I with mine Enemies
Will triumph o're my person, which I waigh not,
Being of those Vertues vacant. I feare nothing
What can be said against me.
King.
2755 Know you not
How your state stands i'th'world, with the whole world?
Your Enemies are many, and not small; their practises
Must beare the same proportion, and not euer
The Iustice and the Truth o'th'question carries
2760 The dew o'th'Verdict with it; at what ease
Might corrupt mindes procure, Knaues as corrupt
To sweare against you: Such things haue been done.
You are Potently oppos'd, and with a Malice
Of as great Size. Weene you of better lucke,
2765 I meane in periur'd Witnesse, then your Master,
Whose Minister you are, whiles heere he liu'd
Vpon this naughty Earth? Go too, go too,
You take a Precepit for no leape of danger,
And woe your owne destruction.
Cran.
2770 God, and your Maiesty
Protect mine innocence, or I fall into
The trap is laid for me.
King.
Be of good cheere,
They shall no more preuaile, then we giue way too:
2775 Keepe comfort to you, and this Morning see
You do appeare before them. If they shall chance
In charging you with matters, to commit you:
The best perswasions to the contrary
Faile not to vse, and with what vehemencie
2780 Th'occasion shall instruct you. If intreaties
Will render you no remedy, this Ring
Deliuer them, and your Appeale to vs
There make before them. Looke, the goodman weeps:
He's honest on mine Honor. Gods blest Mother,
2785 I sweare he is true‑hearted, and a soule
None better in my Kingdome. Get you gone,
And do as I haue bid you.
Exit Cranmer.
He ha's strangled his Language in his teares.
Enter Olde Lady.
Gent.
within.
Come backe: what meane you?
Lady.
2790 Ile not come backe, the tydings that I bring
Will make my boldnesse, manners. Now good Angels
Fly o're thy Royall head, and shade thy person
Vnder their blessed wings.
King.
Now by thy lookes
2795 I gesse thy Message. Is the Queene deliuer'd?
Say I, and of a boy.
Lady.
I, I my Liege,
And of a louely Boy: the God of heauen
Both now, and euer blesse her: 'Tis a Gyrle
2800 Promises Boyes heereafter. Sir, your Queen
Desires your Visitation, and to be
Acquainted with this stranger; 'tis as like you,
As Cherry, is to Cherry.
King.
Louell.
Lou.
2805 Sir.
King.
Giue her an hundred Markes.
Ile to the Queene.
Exit King.
Lady.
An hundred Markes? By this light, Ile ha more.
An ordinary Groome is for such payment.
2810 I will haue more, or scold it out of him.
Said I for this, the Gyrle was like to him? Ile
Haue more, or else vnsay't: and now, while 'tis hot,
Ile put it to the issue.
Exit Ladie.
Scena Secunda.
[Act 5, Scene 2] §
Enter Cranmer, Archbyshop of Canterbury.
Cran.
I hope I am not too late, and yet the Gentleman
2815 That was lent to me from the Councell, pray'd me
To make great hast. All fast? What meanes this? Hoa?
Who waites there? Sure you know me?
Enter Keeper.
Keep.
Yes, my Lord:
But yet I cannot helpe you.
Cran.
2820 Why?
Keep.
Your Grace must waight till you be call'd for.
Enter Doctor Buts.
Cran.
So.
Buts.
This is a Peere of Malice: I am glad
I came this way so happily. The King
2825 Shall vnderstand it presently.
Exit Buts
Cran.
'Tis Buts.
The Kings Physitian, as he past along
How earnestly he cast his eyes vpon me;
Pray heauen he sound not my disgrace: for certaine
2830 This is of purpose laid by some that hate me,
(God turne their hearts, I neuer sought their malice)
To quench mine Honor; they would shame to make me
Wait else at doore: a fellow Councellor
'Mong Boyes, Groomes, and Lackeyes.
2835 But their pleasures
Must be fulfill'd, and I attend with patience.
Enter the King, and Buts, at a Windowe
aboue.
aboue.
Buts.
Ile shew your Grace the strangest sight.
King.
What's that Buts?
Butts.
I thinke your Highnesse saw this many a day.
Kin.
2840 Body a me: where is it?
Butts,
There my Lord:
The high promotion of his Grace of Canterbury,
Who holds his State at dore 'mongst Purseuants,
Pages, and Foot‑boyes.
Kin.
2845 Ha? 'Tis he indeed.
Is this the Honour they doe one another?
'Tis well there's one aboue 'em yet; I had thought
They had parted so much honesty among 'em,
At least good manners; as not thus to suffer
2850 A man of his Place, and so neere our fauour
To dance attendance on their Lordships pleasures,
And at the dore too, like a Post with Packets:
By holy Mary (Butts) there's knauery;
Let 'em alone, and draw the Curtaine close:
2855 We shall heare more anon.
[Act 5, Scene 3] §
A Councell Table brought in with Chayres and Stooles, and
placed vnder the State. Enter Lord Chancellour, places
himselfe at the vpper end of the Table, on the left hand: A
Seate being left void aboue him, as for Canterburies Seate.
Duke of Suffolke, Duke of Norfolke, Surrey, Lord Cham
berlaine, Gardiner, seat themselues in Order on each side.
Cromwell at lower end, as Secretary.
placed vnder the State. Enter Lord Chancellour, places
himselfe at the vpper end of the Table, on the left hand: A
Seate being left void aboue him, as for Canterburies Seate.
Duke of Suffolke, Duke of Norfolke, Surrey, Lord Cham
berlaine, Gardiner, seat themselues in Order on each side.
Cromwell at lower end, as Secretary.
Chan.
Speake to the businesse, Master Secretary;
Why are we met in Councell?
Crom.
Please your Honours,
The chiefe cause concernes his Grace of Canterbury.
Gard.
2860 Ha's he had knowledge of it?
Crom.
Yes.
Norf.
Who waits there?
Keep.
Without my Noble Lords?
Gard.
Yes.
Keep.
2865 My Lord Archbishop:
And ha's done halfe an houre to know your pleasures.
Chan.
Let him come in.
Keep.
Your Grace may enter now.
Cranmer approches the Councell Table.
Chan.
My good Lord Archbishop, I'm very sorry
2870 To sit heere at this present, and behold
That Chayre stand empty: But we all are men
In our owne natures fraile, and capable
Of our flesh, few are Angels; out of which frailty
And want of wisedome, you that best should teach vs,
2875 Haue misdemean'd your selfe, and not a little:
Toward the King first, then his Lawes, in filling
The whole Realme, by your teaching & your Chaplaines
(For so we are inform'd) with new opinions,
Diuers and dangerous; which are Heresies;
2880 And not reform'd, may proue pernicious.
Gard.
Which Reformation must be sodaine too
My Noble Lords; for those that tame wild Horses,
Pace 'em not in their hands to make 'em gentle;
But stop their mouthes with stubborn Bits & spurre 'em,
2885 Till they obey the mannage. If we suffer
Out of our easinesse and childish pitty
To one mans Honour, this contagious sicknesse;
Farewell all Physicke: and what followes then?
Commotions, vprores, with a generall Taint
2890 Of the whole State; as of late dayes our neighbours,
The vpper Germany can deerely witnesse:
Yet freshly pittied in our memories.
Cran.
My good Lords; Hitherto, in all the Progresse
Both of my Life and Office, I haue labour'd,
2895 And with no little study, that thy teaching
And the strong course of my Authority,
Might goe one way, and safely; and the end
Was euer to doe well: nor is there liuing,
(I speake it with a single heart, my Lords)
2900 A man that more detests, more stirres against,
Both in his priuate Conscience, and his place,
Defacers of a publique peace then I doe:
Pray Heauen the King may neuer find a heart
With lesse Allegeance in it. Men that make
2905 Enuy, and crooked malice, nourishment;
Dare bite the best. I doe beseech your Lordships,
That in this case of Iustice, my Accusers,
Be what they will, may stand forth face to face,
And freely vrge against me.
Suff.
2910 Nay, my Lord,
That cannot be; you are a Counsellor,
And by that vertue no man dare accuse you.
Gard.
My Lord, because we haue busines of more mo
(ment,
(ment,
We will be short with you. 'Tis his Highnesse pleasure
2915 And our consent, for better tryall of you,
From hence you be committed to the Tower,
Where being but a priuate man againe,
You shall know many dare accuse you boldly,
More then (I feare) you are prouided for.
Cran.
2920 Ah my good Lord of Winchester: I thanke you,
You are alwayes my good Friend, if your will passe,
I shall both finde your Lordship, Iudge and Iuror,
You are so mercifull. I see your end,
'Tis my vndoing. Loue and meekenesse, Lord
2925 Become a Churchman, better then Ambition:
Win straying Soules with modesty againe,
Cast none away: That I shall cleere my selfe,
Lay all the weight ye can vpon my patience,
I make as little doubt as you doe conscience,
2930 In doing dayly wrongs. I could say more,
But reuerence to your calling, makes me modest.
Gard.
My Lord, my Lord, you are a Sectary,
That's the plaine truth; your painted glosse discouers
To men that vnderstand you, words and weaknesse.
Crom.
2935 My Lord of Winchester, y'are a little,
By your good fauour, too sharpe; Men of Noble,
How euer faultly, yet should finde respect
For what they haue beene: 'tis a cruelty,
To load a falling man.
Gard.
2940 Good Master Secretary,
I cry your Honour mercie; you may worst
Of all this Table say so.
Crom.
Why my Lord?
Gard.
Doe not I know you for a Fauourer
2945 Of this new Sect? ye are not sound.
Crom.
Not sound?
Gard.
Not sound I say.
Crom.
Would you were halfe so honest:
Mens prayers then would seeke you, not their feares.
Gard.
2950 I shall remember this bold Language.
Crom.
Doe.
Remember your bold life too.
Cham.
This is too much;
Forbeare for shame my Lords.
Gard.
2955 I haue done.
Crom.
And I.
Cham.
Then thus for you my Lord, it stands agreed
I take it, by all voyces: That forthwith,
You be conuaid to th'Tower a Prisoner;
2960 There to remaine till the Kings further pleasure
Be knowne vnto vs: are you all agreed Lords.
All.
We are.
Cran.
Is there no other way of mercy,
But I must needs to th'Tower my Lords?
Gard.
2965 What other,
Would you expect? You are strangely troublesome:
Let some o'th'Guard be ready there.
Enter the Guard.
Cran.
For me?
Must I goe like a Traytor thither?
Gard.
2970 Receiue him,
And see him safe i'th'Tower.
Cran.
Stay good my Lords,
I haue a little yet to say. Looke there my Lords,
By vertue of that Ring, I take my cause
2975 Out of the gripes of cruell men, and giue it
To a most Noble Iudge, the King my Maister.
Cham.
This is the Kings Ring.
Sur.
'Tis no counterfeit.
Suff.
'Ts the right Ring, by Heau'n: I told ye all,
2980 When we first put this dangerous stone a rowling,
'Twold fall vpon our selues.
Norf.
Doe you thinke my Lords
The King will suffer but the little finger
Of this man to be vex'd?
Cham.
2985 Tis now too certaine;
How much more is his Life in value with him?
Would I were fairely out on't.
Crom.
My mind gaue me,
In seeking tales and Informations
2990 Against this man, whose honesty the Diuell
And his Disciples onely enuy at,
Ye blew the fire that burnes ye: now haue at ye.
Enter King frowning on them, takes his Seate.
Gard.
Dread Soueraigne,
How much are we bound to Heauen,
2995 In dayly thankes; that gaue vs such a Prince;
Not onely good and wise, but most religious:
One that in all obedience, makes the Church
The cheefe ayme of his Honour, and to strengthen
That holy duty out of deare respect,
3000 His Royall selfe in Iudgement comes to heare
The cause betwixt her, and this great offender.
Kin.
You were euer good at sodaine Commendations,
Bishop of Winchester. But know I come not
To heare such flattery now, and in my presence
3005 They are too thin, and base to hide offences,
To me you cannot reach. You play the Spaniell,
And thinke with wagging of your tongue to win me:
But whatsoere thou tak'st me for; I'm sure
Thou hast a cruell Nature and a bloody.
3010 Good man sit downe: Now let me see the proudest
Hee, that dares most, but wag his finger at thee.
By all that's holy, he had better starue,
Then but once thinke his place becomes thee not.
Sur.
May it please your Grace;—
Kin.
3015 No Sir, it doe's not please me,
I had thought, I had had men of some vnderstanding,
And wisedome of my Councell; but I finde none:
Was it discretion Lords, to let this man,
This good man (few of you deserue that Title)
3020 This honest man, wait like a lowsie Foot‑boy
At Chamber dore? and one, as great as you are?
Why, what a shame was this? Did my Commission
Bid ye so farre forget your selues? I gaue ye
Power, as he was a Counsellour to try him,
3025 Not as a Groome: There's some of ye, I see,
More out of Malice then Integrity,
Would trye him to the vtmost, had ye meane,
Which ye shall neuer haue while I liue.
Chan.
Thus farre
3030 My most dread Soueraigne, may it like your Grace,
To let my tongue excuse all. What was purpos'd
Concerning his Imprisonment, was rather
(If there be faith in men) meant for his Tryall,
And faire purgation to the world then malice,
3035 I'm sure in me.
Kin.
Well, well my Lords respect him,
Take him, and vse him well; hee's worthy of it.
I will say thus much for him, if a Prince
May be beholding to a Subiect; I
3040 Am for his loue and seruice, so to him.
Make me no more adoe, but all embrace him;
Be friends for shame my Lords: My Lord of Canterbury
I haue a Suite which you must not deny mee.
That is, a faire young Maid that yet wants Baptisme,
3045 You must be Godfather, and answere for her.
Cran.
The greatest Monarch now aliue may glory
In such an honour: how may I deserue it,
That am a poore and humble Subiect to you?
Kin.
[3049] Come, come my Lord, you'd spare your spoones; [l. 3050] You shall haue two noble Partners with you: the old [l. 3051] Duchesse of Norfolke, and Lady Marquesse Dorset? will [l. 3052] these please you?
Once more my Lord of Winchester, I charge you
Embrace, and loue this man.
Gard.
3055 With a true heart,
And Brother; loue I doe it.
Cran.
And let Heauen
Witnesse how deare, I hold this Confirmation.
Kin.
Good Man, those ioyfull teares shew thy true
(hearts,
(hearts,
3060 The common voyce I see is verified
Of thee, which sayes thus: Doe my Lord of Canterbury
A shrewd turne, and hee's your friend for euer:
Come Lords, we trifle time away: I long
To haue this young one made a Christian.
3065 As I haue made ye one Lords, one remaine:
So I grow stronger, you more Honour gaine.
Exeunt.
Scena Tertia.
[Act 5, Scene 4] §
Noyse and Tumult within: Enter Porter and
his man.
his man.
Port.
[3067] You'l leaue your noyse anon ye Rascals: doe [l. 3068] you take the Court for Parish Garden: ye rude Slaues, [l. 3069] leaue your gaping:
Within.
3070 Good Master Porter I belong to th'Larder.
Port.
[3071] Belong to th'Gallowes, and be hang'd ye Rogue: [l. 3072] Is this a place to roare in? Fetch me a dozen Crab‑tree [l. 3073] staues, and strong ones; these are but switches to 'em: [l. 3074] Ile scratch your heads; you must be seeing Christenings? [l. 3075] Do you looke for Ale, and Cakes heere, you rude [l. 3076] Raskalls?
Man.
Pray Sir be patient; 'tis as much impossible,
Vnlesse wee sweepe 'em f[.]om the dore with Cannons,
To scatter 'em, as 'tis to make 'em sleepe
3080 On May‑day Morning. which will neuer be:
We may as well push against Powles as stirre 'em.
Por.
How got they in, and be hang'd?
Man.
Alas I know not, how gets the Tide in?
As much as one sound Cudgell of foure foote,
3085 (You see the poore remainder) could distribute,
I made no spare Sir.
Port.
You did nothing Sir.
Man.
I am not Sampson, nor Sir Guy, nor Colebrand,
To mow 'em downe before me: but if I spar'd any
3090 That had a head to hit, either young or old,
He or shee, Cuckold or Cuckold‑maker:
Let me ne're hope to see a Chine againe,
And that I would not for a Cow, God saue her.
Within.
Do you heare Master Porter?
Port.
3095 I shall be with you presently, good Master
Puppy,
Keepe the dore close Sirha.
Man.
What would you haue me doe?
Por.
What should you doe,
[3099] But knock 'em downe by th'dozens? Is this More fields [l. 3100] to muster in? Or haue wee some strange Indian with the [l. 3101] great Toole, come to Court, the women so besiege vs? [l. 3102] Blesse me, what a fry of Fornication is at dore? On my [l. 3103] Christian Conscience this one Christening will beget a [l. 3104] thousand, here will bee Father, God‑father, and all to [l. 3105] gether.
Man.
[3106] The Spoones will be the bigger Sir: There is [l. 3107] a fellow somewhat neere the doore, he should be a Brasi [l. 3108] er by his face, for o' my conscience twenty of the Dog [l. 3109] dayes now reigne in's Nose; all that stand about him are [l. 3110] vnder the Line, they need no other pennance: that Fire [l. 3111] Drake did I hit three times on the head, and three times [l. 3112] was his Nose discharged against mee; hee stands there [l. 3113] like a Morter‑piece to blow vs. There was a Habberda [l. 3114] shers Wife of small wit, neere him, that rail'd vpon me, [l. 3115] till her pinck'd porrenger fell off her head, for kindling [l. 3116] such a combustion in the State. I mist the Meteor once, [l. 3117] and hit that Woman, who cryed out Clubbes, when I [l. 3118] might see from farre, some forty Truncheoners draw to [l. 3119] her succour, which were the hope o'th'Strond where she [l. 3120] was quartered; they fell on, I made good my place; at [l. 3121] length they came to th'broome staffe to me, I defide 'em [l. 3122] stil, when sodainly a File of Boyes behind 'em, loose shot, [l. 3123] deliuer'd such a showre of Pibbles, that I was faine [l. 3124] to draw mine Honour in, and let 'em win the Worke, the [l. 3125] Diuell was amongst 'em I thinke surely.
Por.
[3126] These are the youths that thunder at a Playhouse, [l. 3127] and fight for bitten Apples, that no Audience but the [l. 3128] tribulation of Tower Hill, or the Limbes of Limehouse, [l. 3129] their deare Brothers are able to endure. I haue some of [l. 3130] 'em in Limbo Patrum, and there they are like to dance [l. 3131] these three dayes; besides the running Banquet of two [l. 3132] Beadles, that is to come.
Enter Lord Chamberlaine.
Cham.
Mercy o'me: what a Multitude are heere?
They grow still too; from all Parts they are comming,
3135 As if we kept a Faire heere? Where are these Porters?
These lazy knaues? Y'haue made a fine hand fellowes?
Theres a trim rabble let in: are all these
Your faithfull friends o'th'Suburbs? We shall haue
Great store of roome no doubt, left for the Ladies,
3140 When they passe backe from the Christening?
Por.
And't please your Honour,
We are but men; and what so many may doe,
Not being torne a pieces, we haue done:
An Army cannot rule 'em.
Cham.
3145 As I liue,
If the King blame me for't; Ile lay ye all
By th'heeles, and sodainly: and on your heads
Clap round Fines for neglect: y'are lazy knaues,
And heere ye lye baiting of Bombards, when
3150 Ye should doe Seruice. Harke the Trumpets sound,
Th'are come already from the Christening,
Go breake among the preasse, and finde away out
To let the Troope passe fairely; or Ile finde
A Marshallsey, shall hold ye play these two Monthes.
Por.
3155 Make way there, for the Princesse.
Man.
You great fellow,
Stand close vp, or Ile make your head ake.
Por.
You i'th'Chamblet, get vp o'th'raile,
Ile pecke you o're the pales else.
Exeunt.
Scena Quarta.
[Act 5, Scene 5] §
Enter Trumpets sounding: Then two Aldermen, L. Maior,
Garter, Cranmer, Duke of Norfolke with his Marshals
Staffe, Duke of Suffolke, two Noblemen, bearing great
standing Bowles for the Christening Guifts: Then foure
Noblemen bearing a Canopy, under which the Dutchesse of
Norfolke, Godmother, bearing the Childe richly habited in
a Mantle, &c. Traine borne by a Lady: Then followes
the Marchionesse Dorset, the other Godmother, and La
dies. The Troope passe once about the Stage, and Gar
ter speakes.
Garter, Cranmer, Duke of Norfolke with his Marshals
Staffe, Duke of Suffolke, two Noblemen, bearing great
standing Bowles for the Christening Guifts: Then foure
Noblemen bearing a Canopy, under which the Dutchesse of
Norfolke, Godmother, bearing the Childe richly habited in
a Mantle, &c. Traine borne by a Lady: Then followes
the Marchionesse Dorset, the other Godmother, and La
dies. The Troope passe once about the Stage, and Gar
ter speakes.
Gart.
3160 Heauen
From thy endlesse goodnesse, send prosperous life,
Long, and euer happie, to the high and Mighty
Princesse of England Elizabeth.
Flourish. Enter King and Guard.
Cran.
And to your Royall Grace, & the good Queen,
3165 My Noble Partners, and my selfe thus pray
All comfort, ioy in this most gracious Lady,
Heauen euer laid vp to make Parents happy,
May hourely fall vpon ye.
Kin.
Thanke you good Lord Archbishop:
3170 What is her Name?
Cran.
Elizabeth.
Kin.
Stand vp Lord,
With this Kisse, take my Blessing: God protect thee,
into whose hand, I giue thy Life.
Cran.
3175 Amen.
Kin.
My Noble Gossips, y'haue beene too Prodigall;
I thanke ye heartily: So shall this Lady,
When she ha's so much English.
Cran.
Let me speake Sir,
3180 For Heauen now bids me; and the words I vtter,
Let none thinke Flattery; for they'l finde 'em Truth.
This Royall Infant, Heauen still moue about her;
Though in her Cradle; yet now promises
Vpon this Land a thousand thousand Blessings,
3185 Which Time shall bring to ripenesse: She shall be,
(But few now liuing can behold that goodnesse)
A Patterne to all Princes liuing with her,
And all that shall succeed: Saba was neuer
More couetous of Wisedome, and faire Vertue
3190 Then this pure Soule shall be. All Princely Graces
That mould vp such a mighty Piece as this is,
With all the Vertues that attend the good,
Shall still be doubled on her. Truth shall Nurse her,
Holy
{p. 232}
The Life of King Henry the Eight.
Holy and Heauenly thoughts still Counsell her:
3195 She shall be lou'd and fear'd. Her owne shall blesse her;
Her Foes shake like a Field of beaten Corne,
And hang their heads with sorrow:
Good growes with her.
In her dayes, Euery Man shall eate in safety,
3200 Vnder his owne Vine what he plants; and sing
The merry Songs of Peace to all his Neighbours.
God shall be truely knowne, and those about her,
From her shall read the perfect way of Honour,
And by those claime their greatnesse; not by Blood.
3205 Nor shall this peace sleepe with her: But as when
The Bird of Wonder dyes, the Mayden Phoenix,
Her Ashes new create another Heyre,
As great in admiration as her selfe.
So shall she leaue her Blessednesse to One,
3210 (When Heauen shal call her from this clowd of darknes)
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, Loue, Truth, Terror,
That were the Seruants to this chosen Infant,
3215 Shall then be his, and like a Vine grow to him;
Where euer the bright Sunne of Heauen shall shine,
His Honour, and the greatnesse of his Name,
Shall be, and make new Nations. He shall flourish,
And like a Mountaine Cedar, reach his branches,
3220 To all the Plaines about him: Our Childrens Children
Shall see this, and blesse Heauen.
Kin.
Thou speakest wonders.
Cran.
She shall be to the happinesse of England,
An aged Princesse; many dayes shall see her,
3225 And yet no day without a deed to Crowne it.
Would I had knowne no more: But the must dye,
She must, the Saints must haue her; yet a Virgin,
A most vnspotted Lilly shall she passe
To th'ground, and all the World shall mourne her.
Kin.
3230 O Lord Archbishop
Thou hast made me now a man, neuer before
This happy Child, did I get any thing.
This Oracle of comfort, ha's so pleas'd me,
That when I am in Heauen, I shall desire
3235 To see what this Child does, and praise my Maker.
I thanke ye all. To you my good Lord Maior,
And you good Brethren, I am much beholding:
I haue receiu'd much Honour by your presence,
And ye shall find me thankfull. Lead the way Lords,
3240 Ye must all see the Queene, and she must thanke ye,
She will be sicke els. This day, no man thinke
'Has businesse at his house; for all shall stay:
This Little‑One shall make it Holy‑day.
Exeunt.
THE EPILOGVE. §
TIs ten to one, this Play can neuer please
3245 All that are heere: Some come to take their ease,
And sleepe an Act or two; but tbose we feare
W'haue frighted with our Tumpets: so 'tis cleare,
They'll say tis naught. Others to heare the City
Abus'd extreamly, and to cry that's witty,
3250 Which wee haue not done neither; that I feare
All the expected good w'are like to heare.
For this Play at this time, is onely in
The mercifull construction of good women,
For such a one we shew'd 'em: If they smile,
3255 And say twill doe; I know within a while,
All the best men are ours; for 'tis ill hap,
If they hold, when their Ladies bid 'em clap.
FINIS.