Henry VIII

Henry VIII William Shakespeare Barbara A. Mowat Paul Werstine Edited for XML and encoded by Michael Poston Rebecca Niles Text released without textual notes Folger Shakespeare Library H8

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English French Italian Latin Spanish King Henry the Eighth male Duke of Norfolk male Duke of Suffolk male Cardinal Wolsey

Archbishop of Canterbury

male

Secretaries to Wolsey

Cromwell

servant to Wolsey, later secretary to the Privy Council

male Cardinal Campeius

Papal Legate

male Gardiner

secretary to the king, later Bishop of Winchester

male Page to Gardiner male Queen Katherine

Henry’s first wife, later Princess Dowager

female Griffith

attendant on Katherine

male Patience

woman to Katherine

female Queen’s Gentleman Usher male Capuchius

ambassador from the Emperor Charles

male Duke of Buckingham male Lord Abergavenny

Buckingham’s son-in-law

male Earl of Surrey

Buckingham’s son-in-law

male Sir Nicholas Vaux male Knevet, former Surveyor to Buckingham male Brandon male Sergeant at Arms male First Gentleman male Second Gentleman male Anne Bullen

Katherine’s lady-in-waiting, later Henry’ssecond wife and queen

female Old Lady

with Anne Bullen

female Lord Chamberlain male Lord Sands (also Sir Walter Sands) male Sir Thomas Lovell male Sir Henry Guilford male Bishop of Lincoln male Cranmer

later Archbishop of Canterbury

male Lord Chancellor male Garter King of Arms male Third Gentleman male Sir Anthony Denny male Doctor Butts male Keeper male

Porter and his Man

Scribes

Crier male Prologue Epilogue Spirits, Princess Elizabeth as an infant, Duchess of Norfolk, Marquess and Marchioness of Dorset, Lords, Nobles, Countesses, Bishops, Judges, Priests, Ladies, Gentlemen, Gentlemen Ushers, Lord Mayor, Four Representatives of the Cinque Ports, Aldermen, Women, Musicians, Choristers, Guards, Tipstaves, Halberds, Vergers, Attendants, Servants, Messenger, Pages, Footboys, Grooms Version 0.9.2.1 released. Minor correction to #FromTheDirector. Version 0.9.2 released Identified turnunders (verse lines split because they could not fit on the previous line in the print edition). Version 0.9.0 released.

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Two stories dominate Henry VIII: the fall of Cardinal Wolsey, Henry’s powerful advisor, and Henry’s quest to divorce Queen Katherine, who has not borne him a male heir, and marry Anne Bullen (Boleyn).

First, the Duke of Buckingham questions Wolsey’s costly staging of a failed meeting with the French king. Wolsey arrests Buckingham and accuses him of treason; testimony from a bribed witness leads to Buckingham’s execution. Queen Katherine takes a stand against Wolsey. Wolsey gives a party at which Henry meets Anne.

Henry falls in love with Anne and seeks to divorce Katherine, but Katherine refuses to be judged by Wolsey and other church officials. The king secretly marries Anne and then has her crowned queen. Meanwhile, Henry discovers Wolsey’s treachery against him. Wolsey, arrested, falls sick and dies. Katherine also sickens and dies.

Cranmer, the new archbishop of Canterbury, comes under attack, but receives the king’s support. Anne gives birth to a daughter, the future Queen Elizabeth. Cranmer prophesies marvelous reigns for her and her unnamed successor, James.

Enter Prologue . PROLOGUE I come no more to make you laugh . Things now That bear a weighty and a serious brow , Sad , high , and working , full of state and woe , Such noble scenes as draw the eye to flow , We now present . Those that can pity here May , if they think it well , let fall a tear ; The subject will deserve it . Such as give Their money out of hope they may believe May here find truth too . Those that come to see Only a show or two , and so agree The play may pass , if they be still and willing , I’ll undertake may see away their shilling Richly in two short hours . Only they That come to hear a merry , bawdy play , A noise of targets , or to see a fellow In a long motley coat guarded with yellow , Will be deceived . For , gentle hearers , know To rank our chosen truth with such a show As fool and fight is , besides forfeiting Our own brains and the opinion that we bring To make that only true we now intend , Will leave us never an understanding friend . Therefore , for goodness’ sake , and as you are known The first and happiest hearers of the town , Be sad , as we would make you . Think you see The very persons of our noble story As they were living . Think you see them great , And followed with the general throng and sweat Of thousand friends . Then , in a moment , see How soon this mightiness meets misery . And if you can be merry then , I’ll say A man may weep upon his wedding day . He exits . ACT 1 Scene 1 Enter the Duke of Norfolk at one door ; at the other , the Duke of Buckingham and the Lord Abergavenny . BUCKINGHAM Good morrow , and well met . How have you done Since last we saw in France ? NORFOLK I thank your Grace , Healthful , and ever since a fresh admirer Of what I saw there . BUCKINGHAM An untimely ague Stayed me a prisoner in my chamber when Those suns of glory , those two lights of men , Met in the vale of Andren . NORFOLK ’Twixt Guynes and Arde . I was then present , saw them salute on horseback , Beheld them when they lighted , how they clung In their embracement , as they grew together — Which had they , what four throned ones could have weighed Such a compounded one ? BUCKINGHAM All the whole time I was my chamber’s prisoner . NORFOLK Then you lost The view of earthly glory . Men might say Till this time pomp was single , but now married To one above itself . Each following day ACT 1. SC. 1 Became the next day’s master , till the last Made former wonders its . Today the French , All clinquant , all in gold , like heathen gods , Shone down the English , and tomorrow they Made Britain India : every man that stood Showed like a mine . Their dwarfish pages were As cherubins , all gilt . The madams too , Not used to toil , did almost sweat to bear The pride upon them , that their very labor Was to them as a painting . Now this masque Was cried incomparable ; and th’ ensuing night Made it a fool and beggar . The two kings , Equal in luster , were now best , now worst , As presence did present them : him in eye Still him in praise ; and being present both , ’Twas said they saw but one , and no discerner Durst wag his tongue in censure . When these suns — For so they phrase ’em — by their heralds challenged The noble spirits to arms , they did perform Beyond thought’s compass , that former fabulous story , Being now seen possible enough , got credit That <w xml:id="w0012160" n="1.1.44">Bevis</w> was believed . BUCKINGHAM O , you go far . NORFOLK As I belong to worship , and affect In honor honesty , the tract of everything Would by a good discourser lose some life Which action’s self was tongue to . All was royal ; To the disposing of it naught rebelled . Order gave each thing view . The office did Distinctly his full function . BUCKINGHAM Who did guide , I mean who set the body and the limbs Of this great sport together , as you guess ? NORFOLK One , certes , that promises no element In such a business . ACT 1. SC. 1 BUCKINGHAM I pray you who , my lord ? NORFOLK All this was ordered by the good discretion Of the right reverend Cardinal of York . BUCKINGHAM The devil speed him ! No man’s pie is freed From his ambitious finger . What had he To do in these fierce vanities ? I wonder That such a keech can with his very bulk Take up the rays o’ th’ beneficial sun And keep it from the Earth earth . NORFOLK Surely , sir , There’s in him stuff that puts him to these ends ; For , being not propped by ancestry , whose grace Chalks successors their way , nor called upon For high feats done to th’ crown , neither allied To eminent assistants , but spiderlike , Out of his self-drawing web , he gives us note The force of his own merit makes his way — A gift that heaven gives for him which buys A place next to the King . ABERGAVENNY I cannot tell What heaven hath given him — let some graver eye Pierce into that — but I can see his pride Peep through each part of him . Whence has he that ? If not from hell , the devil is a niggard , Or has given all before , and he begins A new hell in himself . BUCKINGHAM Why the devil , Upon this French going-out , took he upon him , Without the privity o’ th’ King , t’ appoint Who should attend on him ? He makes up the file Of all the gentry , for the most part such To whom as great a charge as little honor He meant to lay upon ; and his own letter , The honorable board of council out , Must fetch him in he papers . ACT 1. SC. 1 ABERGAVENNY I do know Kinsmen of mine , three at the least , that have By this so sickened their estates that never They shall abound as formerly . BUCKINGHAM O , many Have broke their backs with laying manors on ’em For this great journey . What did this vanity But minister communication of A most poor issue ? NORFOLK Grievingly I think The peace between the French and us not values The cost that did conclude it . BUCKINGHAM Every man , After the hideous storm that followed , was A thing inspired and , not consulting , broke Into a general prophecy : that this tempest , Dashing the garment of this peace , aboded The sudden breach on ’t . NORFOLK Which is budded out , For France hath flawed the league and hath attached Our merchants’ goods at Bordeaux . ABERGAVENNY Is it therefore Th’ ambassador is silenced ? NORFOLK Marry , is ’t . ABERGAVENNY A proper title of a peace , and purchased At a superfluous rate ! BUCKINGHAM Why , all this business Our reverend cardinal carried . NORFOLK Like it your Grace , The state takes notice of the private difference Betwixt you and the Cardinal . I advise you — And take it from a heart that wishes towards you Honor and plenteous safety — that you read The Cardinal’s malice and his potency Together ; to consider further that ACT 1. SC. 1 What his high hatred would effect wants not A minister in his power . You know his nature , That he’s revengeful , and I know his sword Hath a sharp edge ; it’s long , and ’t may be said It reaches far , and where ’twill not extend , Thither he darts it . Bosom up my counsel ; You’ll find it wholesome . Lo where comes that rock That I advise your shunning . Enter Cardinal Wolsey , the purse borne before him , certain of the Guard , and two Secretaries with papers . The Cardinal in his passage fixeth his eye on Buckingham , and Buckingham on him , both full of disdain . WOLSEY , aside to a Secretary The Duke of Buckingham’s surveyor , ha ? Where’s his examination ? SECRETARY Here , so please you . He hands Wolsey a paper . WOLSEY Is he in person ready ? SECRETARY Ay , please your Grace . WOLSEY Well , we shall then know more , and Buckingham Shall lessen this big look . Cardinal Wolsey and his train exit . BUCKINGHAM This butcher’s cur is venomed-mouthed , and I Have not the power to muzzle him ; therefore best Not wake him in his slumber . A beggar’s book Outworths a noble’s blood . NORFOLK What , are you chafed ? Ask God for temp’rance . That’s th’ appliance only Which your disease requires . BUCKINGHAM I read in ’s looks Matter against me , and his eye reviled Me as his abject object . At this instant ACT 1. SC. 1 He bores me with some trick . He’s gone to th’ King . I’ll follow and outstare him . NORFOLK Stay , my lord , And let your reason with your choler question What ’tis you go about . To climb steep hills Requires slow pace at first . Anger is like A full hot horse who , being allowed his way , Self-mettle tires him . Not a man in England Can advise me like you ; be to yourself As you would to your friend . BUCKINGHAM I’ll to the King , And from a mouth of honor quite cry down This Ipswich fellow’s insolence , or proclaim There’s difference in no persons . NORFOLK Be advised . Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot That it do singe yourself . We may outrun By violent swiftness that which we run at And lose by overrunning . Know you not The fire that mounts the liquor till ’t run o’er In seeming to augment it wastes it ? Be advised . I say again there is no English soul More stronger to direct you than yourself , If with the sap of reason you would quench Or but allay the fire of passion . BUCKINGHAM Sir , I am thankful to you , and I’ll go along By your prescription . But this top-proud fellow — Whom from the flow of gall I name not , but From sincere motions — by intelligence , And proofs as clear as founts in July when We see each grain of gravel , I do know To be corrupt and treasonous . NORFOLK Say not treasonous . BUCKINGHAM To th’ King I’ll say ’t , and make my vouch as strong ACT 1. SC. 1 As shore of rock . Attend . This holy fox , Or wolf , or both — for he is equal rav’nous As he is subtle , and as prone to mischief As able to perform ’t , his mind and place Infecting one another , yea reciprocally — Only to show his pomp as well in France As here at home , suggests the King our master To this last costly treaty , th’ interview That swallowed so much treasure and like a glass Did break i’ th’ rinsing . NORFOLK Faith , and so it did . BUCKINGHAM Pray give me favor , sir . This cunning cardinal The articles o’ th’ combination drew As himself pleased ; and they were ratified As he cried Thus let be , to as much end As give a crutch to th’ dead . But our Count Cardinal Has done this , and ’tis well , for worthy Wolsey , Who cannot err , he did it . Now this follows — Which , as I take it , is a kind of puppy To th’ old dam treason : Charles the Emperor , Under pretense to see the Queen his aunt — For ’twas indeed his color , but he came To whisper Wolsey — here makes visitation ; His fears were that the interview betwixt England and France might through their amity Breed him some prejudice , for from this league Peeped harms that menaced him ; privily Deals with our cardinal and , as I trow — Which I do well , for I am sure the Emperor Paid ere he promised , whereby his suit was granted Ere it was asked . But when the way was made And paved with gold , the Emperor thus desired That he would please to alter the King’s course And break the foresaid peace . Let the King know — As soon he shall by me — that thus the Cardinal ACT 1. SC. 1 Does buy and sell his honor as he pleases And for his own advantage . NORFOLK I am sorry To hear this of him , and could wish he were Something mistaken in ’t . BUCKINGHAM No , not a syllable . I do pronounce him in that very shape He shall appear in proof . Enter Brandon , a Sergeant-at-Arms before him , and two or three of the Guard . BRANDON Your office , Sergeant : execute it . SERGEANT , to Buckingham Sir , My lord the Duke of Buckingham and Earl Of Hertford , Stafford , and Northampton , I Arrest thee of high treason , in the name Of our most sovereign king . BUCKINGHAM , to Norfolk Lo you , my lord , The net has fall’n upon me . I shall perish Under device and practice . BRANDON I am sorry To see you ta’en from liberty , to look on The business present . ’Tis his Highness’ pleasure You shall to th’ Tower . BUCKINGHAM It will help me nothing To plead mine innocence , for that dye is on me Which makes my whit’st part black . The will of heaven Be done in this and all things . I obey . O my Lord Abergavenny , fare you well . BRANDON Nay , he must bear you company . — The King Is pleased you shall to th’ Tower , till you know How he determines further . ABERGAVENNY As the Duke said , The will of heaven be done , and the King’s pleasure By me obeyed . ACT 1. SC. 2 BRANDON Here is a warrant from The King t’ attach Lord Mountacute , and the bodies Of the Duke’s confessor , John de la Car , One Gilbert Peck , his counselor — BUCKINGHAM So , so ; These are the limbs o’ th’ plot . No more , I hope . BRANDON A monk o’ th’ Chartreux . BUCKINGHAM O , Michael Hopkins ? BRANDON He . BUCKINGHAM My surveyor is false . The o’ergreat cardinal Hath showed him gold . My life is spanned already . I am the shadow of poor Buckingham , Whose figure even this instant cloud puts on By dark’ning my clear sun . To Norfolk . My lord , farewell . They exit . Scene 2 Cornets . Enter King Henry , leaning on the Cardinal’s shoulder , with the Nobles , Sir Thomas Lovell , and Attendants , including a Secretary of the Cardinal . The Cardinal places himself under the King’s feet on his right side . KING , to Wolsey My life itself , and the best heart of it , Thanks you for this great care . I stood i’ th’ level Of a full-charged confederacy , and give thanks To you that choked it . — Let be called before us That gentleman of Buckingham’s ; in person I’ll hear him his confessions justify , And point by point the treasons of his master He shall again relate . ACT 1. SC. 2 A noise within crying Room for the Queen ! Enter the Queen Katherine , ushered by the Duke of Norfolk , and the Duke of Suffolk . She kneels . The King riseth from his state . QUEEN KATHERINE Nay , we must longer kneel ; I am a suitor . KING Arise , and take place by us . He takes her up , kisses and placeth her by him . Half your suit Never name to us ; you have half our power . The other moiety ere you ask is given ; Repeat your will , and take it . QUEEN KATHERINE Thank your Majesty . That you would love yourself , and in that love Not unconsidered leave your honor nor The dignity of your office , is the point Of my petition . KING Lady mine , proceed . QUEEN KATHERINE I am solicited , not by a few , And those of true condition , that your subjects Are in great grievance . There have been commissions Sent down among ’em which hath flawed the heart Of all their loyalties , wherein , although My good Lord Cardinal , they vent reproaches Most bitterly on you as putter-on Of these exactions , yet the King our master , Whose honor heaven shield from soil , even he escapes not Language unmannerly — yea , such which breaks The sides of loyalty and almost appears In loud rebellion . NORFOLK Not almost appears — It doth appear . For , upon these taxations , The clothiers all , not able to maintain ACT 1. SC. 2 The many to them longing , have put off The spinsters , carders , fullers , weavers , who , Unfit for other life , compelled by hunger And lack of other means , in desperate manner Daring th’ event to th’ teeth , are all in uproar , And danger serves among them . KING Taxation ? Wherein ? And what taxation ? My Lord Cardinal , You that are blamed for it alike with us , Know you of this taxation ? WOLSEY Please you , sir , I know but of a single part in aught Pertains to th’ state , and front but in that file Where others tell steps with me . QUEEN KATHERINE No , my lord ? You know no more than others ? But you frame Things that are known alike , which are not wholesome To those which would not know them , and yet must Perforce be their acquaintance . These exactions Whereof my sovereign would have note , they are Most pestilent to th’ hearing , and to bear ’em The back is sacrifice to th’ load . They say They are devised by you , or else you suffer Too hard an exclamation . KING Still exaction ! The nature of it ? In what kind , let’s know , Is this exaction ? QUEEN KATHERINE I am much too venturous In tempting of your patience , but am boldened Under your promised pardon . The subjects’ grief Comes through commissions which compels from each The sixth part of his substance , to be levied Without delay , and the pretense for this Is named your wars in France . This makes bold mouths . ACT 1. SC. 2 Tongues spit their duties out , and cold hearts freeze Allegiance in them . Their curses now Live where their prayers did ; and it’s come to pass This tractable obedience is a slave To each incensèd will . I would your Highness Would give it quick consideration , for There is no primer baseness . KING By my life , This is against our pleasure . WOLSEY And for me , I have no further gone in this than by A single voice , and that not passed me but By learnèd approbation of the judges . If I am Traduced by ignorant tongues , which neither know My faculties nor person , yet will be The chronicles of my doing , let me say ’Tis but the fate of place , and the rough brake That virtue must go through . We must not stint Our necessary actions in the fear To cope malicious censurers , which ever , As ravenous fishes , do a vessel follow That is new trimmed , but benefit no further Than vainly longing . What we oft do best , By sick interpreters , once weak ones , is Not ours or not allowed ; what worst , as oft , Hitting a grosser quality , is cried up For our best act . If we shall stand still In fear our motion will be mocked or carped at , We should take root here where we sit , Or sit state-statues only . KING Things done well , And with a care , exempt themselves from fear ; Things done without example , in their issue Are to be feared . Have you a precedent Of this commission ? I believe , not any . We must not rend our subjects from our laws ACT 1. SC. 2 And stick them in our will . Sixth part of each ? A trembling contribution ! Why , we take From every tree lop , bark , and part o’ th’ timber , And though we leave it with a root , thus hacked , The air will drink the sap . To every county Where this is questioned send our letters with Free pardon to each man that has denied The force of this commission . Pray look to ’t ; I put it to your care . WOLSEY , aside to his Secretary A word with you . Let there be letters writ to every shire Of the King’s grace and pardon . The grievèd commons Hardly conceive of me . Let it be noised That through our intercession this revokement And pardon comes . I shall anon advise you Further in the proceeding . Secretary exits . Enter Buckingham’s Surveyor . QUEEN KATHERINE , to the King I am sorry that the Duke of Buckingham Is run in your displeasure . KING It grieves many . The gentleman is learnèd and a most rare speaker ; To nature none more bound ; his training such That he may furnish and instruct great teachers And never seek for aid out of himself . Yet see , When these so noble benefits shall prove Not well disposed , the mind growing once corrupt , They turn to vicious forms ten times more ugly Than ever they were fair . This man so complete , Who was enrolled ’mongst wonders , and when we Almost with ravished list’ning could not find His hour of speech a minute — he , my lady , Hath into monstrous habits put the graces That once were his , and is become as black As if besmeared in hell . Sit by us . You shall hear — ACT 1. SC. 2 This was his gentleman in trust — of him Things to strike honor sad . — Bid him recount The fore-recited practices , whereof We cannot feel too little , hear too much . WOLSEY Stand forth , and with bold spirit relate what you Most like a careful subject have collected Out of the Duke of Buckingham . KING Speak freely . SURVEYOR First , it was usual with him — every day It would infect his speech — that if the King Should without issue die , he’ll carry it so To make the scepter his . These very words I’ve heard him utter to his son-in-law , Lord Abergavenny , to whom by oath he menaced Revenge upon the Cardinal . WOLSEY Please your Highness , note This dangerous conception in this point : Not friended by his wish to your high person , His will is most malignant , and it stretches Beyond you to your friends . QUEEN KATHERINE My learnèd Lord Cardinal , Deliver all with charity . KING , to Surveyor Speak on . How grounded he his title to the crown Upon our fail ? To this point hast thou heard him At any time speak aught ? SURVEYOR He was brought to this By a vain prophecy of Nicholas Henton . KING What was that Henton ? SURVEYOR Sir , a Chartreux friar , His confessor , who fed him every minute With words of sovereignty . ACT 1. SC. 2 KING How know’st thou this ? SURVEYOR Not long before your Highness sped to France , The Duke being at the Rose , within the parish Saint Laurence Poultney , did of me demand What was the speech among the Londoners Concerning the French journey . I replied Men fear the French would prove perfidious , To the King’s danger . Presently the Duke Said ’twas the fear indeed , and that he doubted ’Twould prove the verity of certain words Spoke by a holy monk that oft , says he , Hath sent to me , wishing me to permit John de la Car , my chaplain , a choice hour To hear from him a matter of some moment ; Whom after under the confession’s seal He solemnly had sworn that what he spoke My chaplain to no creature living but To me should utter , with demure confidence This pausingly ensued : Neither the King , nor ’s heirs — Tell you the Duke — shall prosper . Bid him strive To gain the love o’ th’ commonalty ; the Duke Shall govern England . QUEEN KATHERINE If I know you well , You were the Duke’s surveyor , and lost your office On the complaint o’ th’ tenants . Take good heed You charge not in your spleen a noble person And spoil your nobler soul . I say , take heed — Yes , heartily beseech you . KING Let him on . — Go forward . SURVEYOR On my soul , I’ll speak but truth . I told my lord the Duke , by th’ devil’s illusions The monk might be deceived , and that ’twas dangerous For him to ruminate on this so far until It forged him some design , which , being believed , ACT 1. SC. 2 It was much like to do . He answered Tush , It can do me no damage , adding further That had the King in his last sickness failed , The Cardinal’s and Sir Thomas Lovell’s heads Should have gone off . KING Ha ! What , so rank ? Ah ha ! There’s mischief in this man ! Canst thou say further ? SURVEYOR I can , my liege . KING Proceed . SURVEYOR Being at Greenwich , After your Highness had reproved the Duke About Sir William Blumer — KING I remember of such a time , being my sworn servant , The Duke retained him his . But on . What hence ? SURVEYOR If , quoth he , I for this had been committed , As to the Tower , I thought , I would have played The part my father meant to act upon Th’ usurper Richard , who , being at Salisbury , Made suit to come in ’s presence ; which if granted , As he made semblance of his duty , would Have put his knife into him . KING A giant traitor ! WOLSEY Now , madam , may his Highness live in freedom And this man out of prison ? QUEEN KATHERINE God mend all . KING , to Surveyor There’s something more would out of thee . What sayst ? SURVEYOR After the Duke his father with the knife , He stretched him , and with one hand on his dagger , Another spread on ’s breast , mounting his eyes , He did discharge a horrible oath whose tenor ACT 1. SC. 3 Was , were he evil used , he would outgo His father by as much as a performance Does an irresolute purpose . KING There’s his period , To sheathe his knife in us ! He is attached . Call him to present trial . If he may Find mercy in the law , ’tis his ; if none , Let him not seek ’t of us . By day and night , He’s traitor to th’ height ! They exit . Scene 3 Enter Lord Chamberlain and Lord Sands . CHAMBERLAIN Is ’t possible the spells of France should juggle Men into such strange mysteries ? SANDS New customs , Though they be never so ridiculous — Nay , let ’em be unmanly — yet are followed . CHAMBERLAIN As far as I see , all the good our English Have got by the late voyage is but merely A fit or two o’ th’ face ; but they are shrewd ones , For when they hold ’em , you would swear directly Their very noses had been counselors To Pepin or Clotharius , they keep state so . SANDS They have all new legs and lame ones ; one would take it , That never see ’em pace before , the spavin Or springhalt reigned among ’em . CHAMBERLAIN Death ! My lord , Their clothes are after such a pagan cut to ’t , That , sure , they’ve worn out Christendom . ACT 1. SC. 3 Enter Sir Thomas Lovell . How now ? What news , Sir Thomas Lovell ? LOVELL Faith , my lord , I hear of none but the new proclamation That’s clapped upon the court gate . CHAMBERLAIN What is ’t for ? LOVELL The reformation of our traveled gallants That fill the court with quarrels , talk , and tailors . CHAMBERLAIN I’m glad ’tis there ; now I would pray our monsieurs To think an English courtier may be wise And never see the Louvre . LOVELL They must either — For so run the conditions — leave those remnants Of fool and feather that they got in France , With all their honorable points of ignorance Pertaining thereunto , as fights and fireworks , Abusing better men than they can be Out of a foreign wisdom , renouncing clean The faith they have in tennis and tall stockings , Short blistered breeches , and those types of travel , And understand again like honest men , Or pack to their old playfellows . There , I take it , They may cum privilegio oui away The lag end of their lewdness and be laughed at . SANDS ’Tis time to give ’em physic , their diseases Are grown so catching . CHAMBERLAIN What a loss our ladies Will have of these trim vanities ! LOVELL Ay , marry , There will be woe indeed , lords . The sly whoresons ACT 1. SC. 3 Have got a speeding trick to lay down ladies . A French song and a fiddle has no fellow . SANDS The devil fiddle ’em ! I am glad they are going , For sure there’s no converting of ’em . Now An honest country lord , as I am , beaten A long time out of play , may bring his plainsong , And have an hour of hearing , and , by ’r Lady , Held current music too . CHAMBERLAIN Well said , Lord Sands . Your colt’s tooth is not cast yet ? SANDS No , my lord , Nor shall not while I have a stump . CHAMBERLAIN Sir Thomas , Whither were you a-going ? LOVELL To the Cardinal’s . Your Lordship is a guest too . CHAMBERLAIN O , ’tis true . This night he makes a supper , and a great one , To many lords and ladies . There will be The beauty of this kingdom , I’ll assure you . LOVELL That churchman bears a bounteous mind indeed , A hand as fruitful as the land that feeds us . His dews fall everywhere . CHAMBERLAIN No doubt he’s noble ; He had a black mouth that said other of him . SANDS He may , my lord . ’Has wherewithal . In him , Sparing would show a worse sin than ill doctrine . Men of his way should be most liberal ; They are set here for examples . CHAMBERLAIN True , they are so , But few now give so great ones . My barge stays . Your Lordship shall along . — Come , good Sir Thomas , We shall be late else , which I would not be , ACT 1. SC. 4 For I was spoke to , with Sir Henry Guilford This night to be comptrollers . SANDS I am your Lordship’s . They exit . Scene 4 Hautboys . A small table under a state for the Cardinal , a longer table for the guests . Then enter Anne Bullen and divers other ladies and gentlemen as guests at one door ; at another door enter Sir Henry Guilford . GUILFORD Ladies , a general welcome from his Grace Salutes you all . This night he dedicates To fair content and you . None here , he hopes , In all this noble bevy has brought with her One care abroad . He would have all as merry As , first , good company , good wine , good welcome Can make good people . Enter Lord Chamberlain , Lord Sands , and Sir Thomas Lovell . O , my lord , you’re tardy ! The very thought of this fair company Clapped wings to me . CHAMBERLAIN You are young , Sir Harry Guilford . SANDS Sir Thomas Lovell , had the Cardinal But half my lay thoughts in him , some of these Should find a running banquet , ere they rested , I think would better please ’em . By my life , They are a sweet society of fair ones . LOVELL O , that your Lordship were but now confessor To one or two of these ! ACT 1. SC. 4 SANDS I would I were . They should find easy penance . LOVELL Faith , how easy ? SANDS As easy as a down bed would afford it . CHAMBERLAIN Sweet ladies , will it please you sit ? — Sir Harry , Place you that side ; I’ll take the charge of this . The guests are seated . His Grace is ent’ring . Nay , you must not freeze ; Two women placed together makes cold weather . My Lord Sands , you are one will keep ’em waking . Pray sit between these ladies . SANDS By my faith , And thank your Lordship . — By your leave , sweet ladies . He sits between Anne Bullen and another lady . If I chance to talk a little wild , forgive me ; I had it from my father . ANNE Was he mad , sir ? SANDS O , very mad , exceeding mad , in love too ; But he would bite none . Just as I do now , He would kiss you twenty with a breath . He kisses Anne . CHAMBERLAIN Well said , my lord . So , now you’re fairly seated , gentlemen , The penance lies on you if these fair ladies Pass away frowning . SANDS For my little cure , Let me alone . Hautboys . Enter Cardinal Wolsey , with Attendants and Servants , and takes his state . WOLSEY You’re welcome , my fair guests . That noble lady ACT 1. SC. 4 Or gentleman that is not freely merry Is not my friend . This to confirm my welcome , And to you all good health . He drinks to them . SANDS Your Grace is noble . Let me have such a bowl may hold my thanks And save me so much talking . WOLSEY My Lord Sands , I am beholding to you . Cheer your neighbors . — Ladies , you are not merry . — Gentlemen , Whose fault is this ? SANDS The red wine first must rise In their fair cheeks , my lord . Then we shall have ’em Talk us to silence . ANNE You are a merry gamester , My Lord Sands . SANDS Yes , if I make my play . Here’s to your Ladyship , and pledge it , madam , He drinks to her . For ’tis to such a thing — ANNE You cannot show me . SANDS I told your Grace they would talk anon . Drum and Trumpet . Chambers discharged . WOLSEY What’s that ? CHAMBERLAIN Look out there , some of you . Servants exit . WOLSEY What warlike voice , And to what end , is this ? — Nay , ladies , fear not . By all the laws of war you’re privileged . Enter a Servant . CHAMBERLAIN How now , what is ’t ? SERVANT A noble troop of strangers , For so they seem . They’ve left their barge and landed , And hither make , as great ambassadors From foreign princes . ACT 1. SC. 4 WOLSEY Good Lord Chamberlain , Go , give ’em welcome — you can speak the French tongue — And pray receive ’em nobly , and conduct ’em Into our presence , where this heaven of beauty Shall shine at full upon them . Some attend him . Lord Chamberlain exits , with Attendants . All rise , and tables removed . You have now a broken banquet , but we’ll mend it . A good digestion to you all ; and once more I shower a welcome on you . Welcome all ! Hautboys . Enter King and others as masquers , habited like shepherds , ushered by the Lord Chamberlain . They pass directly before the Cardinal and gracefully salute him . A noble company ! What are their pleasures ? CHAMBERLAIN Because they speak no English , thus they prayed To tell your Grace : that , having heard by fame Of this so noble and so fair assembly This night to meet here , they could do no less , Out of the great respect they bear to beauty , But leave their flocks and , under your fair conduct , Crave leave to view these ladies and entreat An hour of revels with ’em . WOLSEY Say , Lord Chamberlain , They have done my poor house grace , for which I pay ’em A thousand thanks and pray ’em take their pleasures . The masquers choose Ladies . The King chooses Anne Bullen . KING The fairest hand I ever touched ! O beauty , Till now I never knew thee . Music , Dance . WOLSEY My lord ! ACT 1. SC. 4 CHAMBERLAIN Your Grace ? WOLSEY Pray tell ’em thus much from me : There should be one amongst ’em by his person More worthy this place than myself , to whom , If I but knew him , with my love and duty I would surrender it . CHAMBERLAIN I will , my lord . Whisper with the masquers . WOLSEY What say they ? CHAMBERLAIN Such a one they all confess There is indeed , which they would have your Grace Find out , and he will take it . WOLSEY Let me see , then . He leaves his state . By all your good leaves , gentlemen . He bows before the King . Here I’ll make My royal choice . KING , unmasking You have found him , cardinal . You hold a fair assembly ; you do well , lord . You are a churchman , or I’ll tell you , cardinal , I should judge now unhappily . WOLSEY I am glad Your Grace is grown so pleasant . KING My Lord Chamberlain , Prithee come hither . What fair lady’s that ? CHAMBERLAIN An ’t please your Grace , Sir Thomas Bullen’s daughter , The Viscount Rochford , one of her Highness’ women . KING By heaven , she is a dainty one . — Sweetheart , I were unmannerly to take you out And not to kiss you . He kisses Anne . A health , gentlemen ! Let it go round . He drinks a toast . ACT 1. SC. 4 WOLSEY Sir Thomas Lovell , is the banquet ready I’ th’ privy chamber ? LOVELL Yes , my lord . WOLSEY Your Grace , I fear , with dancing is a little heated . KING I fear , too much . WOLSEY There’s fresher air , my lord , In the next chamber . KING Lead in your ladies ev’ry one . — Sweet partner , I must not yet forsake you . — Let’s be merry , Good my Lord Cardinal . I have half a dozen healths To drink to these fair ladies , and a measure To lead ’em once again , and then let’s dream Who’s best in favor . Let the music knock it . They exit , with Trumpets . ACT 2 Scene 1 Enter two Gentlemen at several doors . FIRST GENTLEMAN Whither away so fast ? SECOND GENTLEMAN O , God save you . E’en to the Hall to hear what shall become Of the great Duke of Buckingham . FIRST GENTLEMAN I’ll save you That labor , sir . All’s now done but the ceremony Of bringing back the prisoner . SECOND GENTLEMAN Were you there ? FIRST GENTLEMAN Yes , indeed was I . SECOND GENTLEMAN Pray speak what has happened . FIRST GENTLEMAN You may guess quickly what . SECOND GENTLEMAN Is he found guilty ? FIRST GENTLEMAN Yes , truly , is he , and condemned upon ’t . SECOND GENTLEMAN I am sorry for ’t . FIRST GENTLEMAN So are a number more . SECOND GENTLEMAN But pray , how passed it ? FIRST GENTLEMAN I’ll tell you in a little . The great duke Came to the bar , where to his accusations ACT 2. SC. 1 He pleaded still not guilty and alleged Many sharp reasons to defeat the law . The King’s attorney on the contrary Urged on the examinations , proofs , confessions Of divers witnesses , which the Duke desired To him brought viva voce to his face ; At which appeared against him his surveyor , Sir Gilbert Peck his chancellor , and John Car , Confessor to him , with that devil monk , Hopkins , that made this mischief . SECOND GENTLEMAN That was he That fed him with his prophecies ? FIRST GENTLEMAN The same . All these accused him strongly , which he fain Would have flung from him , but indeed he could not . And so his peers upon this evidence Have found him guilty of high treason . Much He spoke , and learnèdly , for life , but all Was either pitied in him or forgotten . SECOND GENTLEMAN After all this , how did he bear himself ? FIRST GENTLEMAN When he was brought again to th’ bar to hear His knell rung out , his judgment , he was stirred With such an agony he sweat extremely And something spoke in choler , ill and hasty . But he fell to himself again , and sweetly In all the rest showed a most noble patience . SECOND GENTLEMAN I do not think he fears death . FIRST GENTLEMAN Sure he does not ; He never was so womanish . The cause He may a little grieve at . SECOND GENTLEMAN Certainly The Cardinal is the end of this . FIRST GENTLEMAN ’Tis likely , ACT 2. SC. 1 By all conjectures ; first , Kildare’s attainder , Then Deputy of Ireland , who , removed , Earl Surrey was sent thither , and in haste too , Lest he should help his father . SECOND GENTLEMAN That trick of state Was a deep envious one . FIRST GENTLEMAN At his return No doubt he will requite it . This is noted , And generally : whoever the King favors , The Card’nal instantly will find employment , And far enough from court too . SECOND GENTLEMAN All the commons Hate him perniciously and , o’ my conscience , Wish him ten fathom deep . This duke as much They love and dote on , call him bounteous Buckingham , The mirror of all courtesy . FIRST GENTLEMAN Stay there , sir , And see the noble ruined man you speak of . Enter Buckingham from his arraignment , Tipstaves before him , the ax with the edge towards him , Halberds on each side , accompanied with Sir Thomas Lovell , Sir Nicholas Vaux , Sir Walter Sands , and Common People , etc. SECOND GENTLEMAN Let’s stand close and behold him . BUCKINGHAM All good people , You that thus far have come to pity me , Hear what I say , and then go home and lose me . I have this day received a traitor’s judgment , And by that name must die . Yet heaven bear witness , And if I have a conscience , let it sink me Even as the ax falls , if I be not faithful ! The law I bear no malice for my death ; ’T has done , upon the premises , but justice . But those that sought it I could wish more Christian . ACT 2. SC. 1 Be what they will , I heartily forgive ’em . Yet let ’em look they glory not in mischief , Nor build their evils on the graves of great men , For then my guiltless blood must cry against ’em . For further life in this world I ne’er hope , Nor will I sue , although the King have mercies More than I dare make faults . You few that loved me And dare be bold to weep for Buckingham , His noble friends and fellows , whom to leave Is only bitter to him , only dying , Go with me like good angels to my end , And as the long divorce of steel falls on me , Make of your prayers one sweet sacrifice , And lift my soul to heaven . — Lead on , a’ God’s name . LOVELL I do beseech your Grace , for charity , If ever any malice in your heart Were hid against me , now to forgive me frankly . BUCKINGHAM Sir Thomas Lovell , I as free forgive you As I would be forgiven . I forgive all . There cannot be those numberless offenses ’Gainst me that I cannot take peace with . No black envy Shall make my grave . Commend me to his Grace . And if he speak of Buckingham , pray tell him You met him half in heaven . My vows and prayers Yet are the King’s and , till my soul forsake , Shall cry for blessings on him . May he live Longer than I have time to tell his years . Ever beloved and loving may his rule be ; And when old Time shall lead him to his end , Goodness and he fill up one monument ! LOVELL To th’ waterside I must conduct your Grace , Then give my charge up to Sir Nicholas Vaux , Who undertakes you to your end . ACT 2. SC. 1 VAUX , calling as to Officers offstage Prepare there ! The Duke is coming . See the barge be ready , And fit it with such furniture as suits The greatness of his person . BUCKINGHAM Nay , Sir Nicholas , Let it alone . My state now will but mock me . When I came hither , I was Lord High Constable And Duke of Buckingham ; now , poor Edward Bohun . Yet I am richer than my base accusers , That never knew what truth meant . I now seal it , And with that blood will make ’em one day groan for ’t . My noble father , Henry of Buckingham , Who first raised head against usurping Richard , Flying for succor to his servant Banister , Being distressed , was by that wretch betrayed , And , without trial , fell . God’s peace be with him . Henry the Seventh , succeeding , truly pitying My father’s loss , like a most royal prince Restored me to my honors and out of ruins Made my name once more noble . Now his son , Henry the Eighth , life , honor , name , and all That made me happy at one stroke has taken Forever from the world . I had my trial , And must needs say a noble one , which makes me A little happier than my wretched father . Yet thus far we are one in fortunes : both Fell by our servants , by those men we loved most — A most unnatural and faithless service . Heaven has an end in all ; yet , you that hear me , This from a dying man receive as certain : Where you are liberal of your loves and counsels Be sure you be not loose ; for those you make friends And give your hearts to , when they once perceive The least rub in your fortunes , fall away Like water from you , never found again ACT 2. SC. 1 But where they mean to sink you . All good people , Pray for me . I must now forsake you . The last hour Of my long weary life is come upon me . Farewell . And when you would say something that is sad , Speak how I fell . I have done ; and God forgive me . Duke and train exit . FIRST GENTLEMAN O , this is full of pity , sir ! It calls , I fear , too many curses on their heads That were the authors . SECOND GENTLEMAN If the Duke be guiltless , ’Tis full of woe . Yet I can give you inkling Of an ensuing evil , if it fall , Greater than this . FIRST GENTLEMAN Good angels keep it from us ! What may it be ? You do not doubt my faith , sir ? SECOND GENTLEMAN This secret is so weighty ’twill require A strong faith to conceal it . FIRST GENTLEMAN Let me have it . I do not talk much . SECOND GENTLEMAN I am confident ; You shall , sir . Did you not of late days hear A buzzing of a separation Between the King and Katherine ? FIRST GENTLEMAN Yes , but it held not ; For when the King once heard it , out of anger He sent command to the Lord Mayor straight To stop the rumor and allay those tongues That durst disperse it . SECOND GENTLEMAN But that slander , sir , Is found a truth now , for it grows again Fresher than e’er it was , and held for certain The King will venture at it . Either the Cardinal , Or some about him near , have , out of malice ACT 2. SC. 2 To the good queen , possessed him with a scruple That will undo her . To confirm this too , Cardinal Campeius is arrived , and lately , As all think , for this business . FIRST GENTLEMAN ’Tis the Cardinal ; And merely to revenge him on the Emperor For not bestowing on him at his asking The archbishopric of Toledo this is purposed . SECOND GENTLEMAN I think you have hit the mark . But is ’t not cruel That she should feel the smart of this ? The Cardinal Will have his will , and she must fall . FIRST GENTLEMAN ’Tis woeful . We are too open here to argue this . Let’s think in private more . They exit . Scene 2 Enter Lord Chamberlain , reading this letter . CHAMBERLAIN My lord , the horses your Lordship sent for , with all the care I had I saw well chosen , ridden , and furnished . They were young and handsome and of the best breed in the north . When they were ready to set out for London , a man of my Lord Cardinal’s , by commission and main power , took ’em from me with this reason : his master would be served before a subject , if not before the King , which stopped our mouths , sir . I fear he will indeed ; well , let him have them . He will have all , I think . Enter to the Lord Chamberlain , the Dukes of Norfolk and Suffolk . NORFOLK Well met , my Lord Chamberlain . CHAMBERLAIN Good day to both your Graces . ACT 2. SC. 2 SUFFOLK How is the King employed ? CHAMBERLAIN I left him private , Full of sad thoughts and troubles . NORFOLK What’s the cause ? CHAMBERLAIN It seems the marriage with his brother’s wife Has crept too near his conscience . SUFFOLK No , his conscience Has crept too near another lady . NORFOLK ’Tis so ; This is the Cardinal’s doing . The king-cardinal , That blind priest , like the eldest son of Fortune , Turns what he list . The King will know him one day . SUFFOLK Pray God he do ! He’ll never know himself else . NORFOLK How holily he works in all his business , And with what zeal ! For , now he has cracked the league Between us and the Emperor , the Queen’s great-nephew , He dives into the King’s soul and there scatters Dangers , doubts , wringing of the conscience , Fears and despairs — and all these for his marriage . And out of all these to restore the King , He counsels a divorce , a loss of her That like a jewel has hung twenty years About his neck , yet never lost her luster ; Of her that loves him with that excellence That angels love good men with ; even of her That , when the greatest stroke of fortune falls , Will bless the King . And is not this course pious ? CHAMBERLAIN Heaven keep me from such counsel ! ’Tis most true : These news are everywhere , every tongue speaks ’em , ACT 2. SC. 2 And every true heart weeps for ’t . All that dare Look into these affairs see this main end , The French king’s sister . Heaven will one day open The King’s eyes , that so long have slept upon This bold bad man . SUFFOLK And free us from his slavery . NORFOLK We had need pray , And heartily , for our deliverance , Or this imperious man will work us all From princes into pages . All men’s honors Lie like one lump before him , to be fashioned Into what pitch he please . SUFFOLK For me , my lords , I love him not nor fear him ; there’s my creed . As I am made without him , so I’ll stand , If the King please . His curses and his blessings Touch me alike : they’re breath I not believe in . I knew him and I know him ; so I leave him To him that made him proud , the Pope . NORFOLK Let’s in , And with some other business put the King From these sad thoughts that work too much upon him . — My lord , you’ll bear us company ? CHAMBERLAIN Excuse me ; The King has sent me otherwhere . Besides , You’ll find a most unfit time to disturb him . Health to your Lordships . NORFOLK Thanks , my good Lord Chamberlain . Lord Chamberlain exits ; and the King draws the curtain and sits reading pensively . SUFFOLK , to Norfolk How sad he looks ! Sure he is much afflicted . KING Who’s there ? Ha ? ACT 2. SC. 2 NORFOLK , to Suffolk Pray God he be not angry . KING Who’s there , I say ? How dare you thrust yourselves Into my private meditations ? Who am I , ha ? NORFOLK A gracious king that pardons all offenses Malice ne’er meant . Our breach of duty this way Is business of estate , in which we come To know your royal pleasure . KING You are too bold . Go to ; I’ll make you know your times of business . Is this an hour for temporal affairs , ha ? Enter Wolsey and Campeius , with a commission . Who’s there ? My good Lord Cardinal ? O my Wolsey , The quiet of my wounded conscience , Thou art a cure fit for a king . To Campeius . You’re welcome , Most learnèd reverend sir , into our kingdom . Use us and it . — My good lord , have great care I be not found a talker . WOLSEY Sir , you cannot . I would your Grace would give us but an hour Of private conference . KING , to Norfolk and Suffolk . We are busy . Go . NORFOLK , aside to Suffolk This priest has no pride in him ? SUFFOLK , aside to Norfolk . Not to speak of . I would not be so sick , though for his place . But this cannot continue . NORFOLK , aside to Suffolk If it do , I’ll venture one have-at-him . SUFFOLK , aside to Norfolk I another . Norfolk and Suffolk exit . WOLSEY Your Grace has given a precedent of wisdom ACT 2. SC. 2 Above all princes in committing freely Your scruple to the voice of Christendom . Who can be angry now ? What envy reach you ? The Spaniard , tied by blood and favor to her , Must now confess , if they have any goodness , The trial just and noble ; all the clerks — I mean the learnèd ones in Christian kingdoms — Have their free voices ; Rome , the nurse of judgment , Invited by your noble self , hath sent One general tongue unto us , this good man , This just and learnèd priest , Cardinal Campeius , Whom once more I present unto your Highness . KING And once more in mine arms I bid him welcome , And thank the holy conclave for their loves . They have sent me such a man I would have wished for . He embraces Campeius . CAMPEIUS , handing the King a paper Your Grace must needs deserve all strangers’ loves , You are so noble . To your Highness’ hand I tender my commission — by whose virtue , The court of Rome commanding , you , my Lord Cardinal of York , are joined with me their servant In the unpartial judging of this business . KING Two equal men . The Queen shall be acquainted Forthwith for what you come . Where’s Gardiner ? WOLSEY I know your Majesty has always loved her So dear in heart not to deny her that A woman of less place might ask by law : Scholars allowed freely to argue for her . KING Ay , and the best she shall have , and my favor To him that does best . God forbid else . Cardinal , ACT 2. SC. 2 Prithee call Gardiner to me , my new secretary . I find him a fit fellow . Wolsey goes to the door . Enter Gardiner to Wolsey . WOLSEY , aside to Gardiner Give me your hand . Much joy and favor to you . You are the King’s now . GARDINER , aside to Wolsey But to be commanded Forever by your Grace , whose hand has raised me . KING Come hither , Gardiner . The King and Gardiner walk and whisper . CAMPEIUS My lord of York , was not one Doctor Pace In this man’s place before him ? WOLSEY Yes , he was . CAMPEIUS Was he not held a learnèd man ? WOLSEY Yes , surely . CAMPEIUS Believe me , there’s an ill opinion spread , then , Even of yourself , Lord Cardinal . WOLSEY How ? Of me ? CAMPEIUS They will not stick to say you envied him And , fearing he would rise — he was so virtuous — Kept him a foreign man still , which so grieved him That he ran mad and died . WOLSEY Heav’n’s peace be with him ! That’s Christian care enough . For living murmurers , There’s places of rebuke . He was a fool , For he would needs be virtuous . That good fellow If I command him follows my appointment . I will have none so near else . Learn this , brother : We live not to be griped by meaner persons . ACT 2. SC. 3 KING , to Gardiner Deliver this with modesty to th’ Queen . Gardiner exits . The most convenient place that I can think of For such receipt of learning is Blackfriars . There you shall meet about this weighty business . My Wolsey , see it furnished . O , my lord , Would it not grieve an able man to leave So sweet a bedfellow ? But , conscience , conscience ! O , ’tis a tender place , and I must leave her . They exit . Scene 3 Enter Anne Bullen and an old Lady . ANNE Not for that neither . Here’s the pang that pinches : His Highness having lived so long with her , and she So good a lady that no tongue could ever Pronounce dishonor of her — by my life , She never knew harm-doing ! — O , now , after So many courses of the sun enthroned , Still growing in a majesty and pomp , the which To leave a thousandfold more bitter than ’Tis sweet at first t’ acquire — after this process , To give her the avaunt ! It is a pity Would move a monster . OLD LADY Hearts of most hard temper Melt and lament for her . ANNE O , God’s will ! Much better She ne’er had known pomp ; though ’t be temporal , Yet if that quarrel , Fortune , do divorce It from the bearer , ’tis a sufferance panging As soul and body’s severing . OLD LADY Alas , poor lady , She’s a stranger now again ! ACT 2. SC. 3 ANNE So much the more Must pity drop upon her . Verily , I swear , ’tis better to be lowly born And range with humble livers in content Than to be perked up in a glist’ring grief And wear a golden sorrow . OLD LADY Our content Is our best having . ANNE By my troth and maidenhead , I would not be a queen . OLD LADY Beshrew me , I would , And venture maidenhead for ’t ; and so would you , For all this spice of your hypocrisy . You , that have so fair parts of woman on you , Have too a woman’s heart , which ever yet Affected eminence , wealth , sovereignty ; Which , to say sooth , are blessings ; and which gifts , Saving your mincing , the capacity Of your soft cheveril conscience would receive If you might please to stretch it . ANNE Nay , good troth . OLD LADY Yes , troth , and troth . You would not be a queen ? ANNE No , not for all the riches under heaven . OLD LADY ’Tis strange . A threepence bowed would hire me , Old as I am , to queen it . But I pray you , What think you of a duchess ? Have you limbs To bear that load of title ? ANNE No , in truth . OLD LADY Then you are weakly made . Pluck off a little . I would not be a young count in your way For more than blushing comes to . If your back ACT 2. SC. 3 Cannot vouchsafe this burden , ’tis too weak Ever to get a boy . ANNE How you do talk ! I swear again , I would not be a queen For all the world . OLD LADY In faith , for little England You’d venture an emballing . I myself Would for Carnarvanshire , although there longed No more to th’ crown but that . Lo , who comes here ? Enter Lord Chamberlain . CHAMBERLAIN Good morrow , ladies . What were ’t worth to know The secret of your conference ? ANNE My good lord , Not your demand ; it values not your asking . Our mistress’ sorrows we were pitying . CHAMBERLAIN It was a gentle business , and becoming The action of good women . There is hope All will be well . ANNE Now , I pray God , amen ! CHAMBERLAIN You bear a gentle mind , and heav’nly blessings Follow such creatures . That you may , fair lady , Perceive I speak sincerely , and high note’s Ta’en of your many virtues , the King’s Majesty Commends his good opinion of you to you , and Does purpose honor to you no less flowing Than Marchioness of Pembroke , to which title A thousand pound a year annual support Out of his grace he adds . ANNE I do not know What kind of my obedience I should tender . More than my all is nothing , nor my prayers Are not words duly hallowed , nor my wishes ACT 2. SC. 3 More worth than empty vanities . Yet prayers and wishes Are all I can return . ’Beseech your Lordship , Vouchsafe to speak my thanks and my obedience , As from a blushing handmaid , to his Highness , Whose health and royalty I pray for . CHAMBERLAIN Lady , I shall not fail t’ approve the fair conceit The King hath of you . ( Aside . ) I have perused her well . Beauty and honor in her are so mingled That they have caught the King . And who knows yet But from this lady may proceed a gem To lighten all this isle ? — I’ll to the King And say I spoke with you . ANNE My honored lord . Lord Chamberlain exits . OLD LADY Why , this it is ! See , see ! I have been begging sixteen years in court , Am yet a courtier beggarly , nor could Come pat betwixt too early and too late For any suit of pounds ; and you — O , fate ! — A very fresh fish here — fie , fie , fie upon This compelled fortune ! — have your mouth filled up Before you open it . ANNE This is strange to me . OLD LADY How tastes it ? Is it bitter ? Forty pence , no . There was a lady once — ’tis an old story — That would not be a queen , that would she not , For all the mud in Egypt . Have you heard it ? ANNE Come , you are pleasant . OLD LADY With your theme , I could O’ermount the lark . The Marchioness of Pembroke ? A thousand pounds a year for pure respect ? No other obligation ? By my life , ACT 2. SC. 4 That promises more thousands ; honor’s train Is longer than his foreskirt . By this time I know your back will bear a duchess . Say , Are you not stronger than you were ? ANNE Good lady , Make yourself mirth with your particular fancy , And leave me out on ’t . Would I had no being If this salute my blood a jot . It faints me To think what follows . The Queen is comfortless and we forgetful In our long absence . Pray do not deliver What here you’ve heard to her . OLD LADY What do you think me ? They exit . Scene 4 Trumpets , sennet , and cornets . Enter two Vergers , with short silver wands ; next them , two Scribes , in the habit of doctors ; after them , the Bishop of Canterbury alone ; after him , the Bishops of Lincoln , Ely , Rochester , and Saint Asaph ; next them , with some small distance , follows a Gentleman bearing the purse with the great seal , and a cardinal’s hat . Then two Priests , bearing each a silver cross ; then a Gentleman Usher bare-headed , accompanied with a Sergeant-at-Arms , bearing a silver mace ; then two Gentlemen , bearing two great silver pillars . After them , side by side , the two Cardinals , and two Noblemen with the sword and mace . The King takes place under the cloth of state . The two Cardinals sit under him as judges . The Queen takes place some distance from the King . The Bishops place themselves on each side the court , in manner of a consistory ; below them the Scribes . The Lords sit next the Bishops . The rest of the Attendants including a Crier and the Queen’s Gentleman Usher stand in convenient order about the stage . ACT 2. SC. 4 WOLSEY Whilst our commission from Rome is read , Let silence be commanded . KING What’s the need ? It hath already publicly been read , And on all sides th’ authority allowed . You may then spare that time . WOLSEY Be ’t so . Proceed . SCRIBE Say Henry King of England , come into the court . CRIER Henry King of England , come into the court . KING Here . SCRIBE Say Katherine Queen of England , come into the court . CRIER Katherine Queen of England , come into the court . The Queen makes no answer , rises out of her chair , goes about the court , comes to the King , and kneels at his feet ; then speaks . QUEEN KATHERINE Sir , I desire you do me right and justice , And to bestow your pity on me ; for I am a most poor woman and a stranger , Born out of your dominions , having here No judge indifferent nor no more assurance Of equal friendship and proceeding . Alas , sir , In what have I offended you ? What cause Hath my behavior given to your displeasure That thus you should proceed to put me off And take your good grace from me ? Heaven witness I have been to you a true and humble wife , At all times to your will conformable , Ever in fear to kindle your dislike , Yea , subject to your countenance , glad or sorry As I saw it inclined . When was the hour I ever contradicted your desire , ACT 2. SC. 4 Or made it not mine too ? Or which of your friends Have I not strove to love , although I knew He were mine enemy ? What friend of mine That had to him derived your anger did I Continue in my liking ? Nay , gave notice He was from thence discharged ? Sir , call to mind That I have been your wife in this obedience Upward of twenty years , and have been blessed With many children by you . If , in the course And process of this time , you can report , And prove it too , against mine honor aught , My bond to wedlock or my love and duty Against your sacred person , in God’s name Turn me away and let the foul’st contempt Shut door upon me , and so give me up To the sharp’st kind of justice . Please you , sir , The King your father was reputed for A prince most prudent , of an excellent And unmatched wit and judgment . Ferdinand , My father , King of Spain , was reckoned one The wisest prince that there had reigned by many A year before . It is not to be questioned That they had gathered a wise council to them Of every realm , that did debate this business , Who deemed our marriage lawful . Wherefore I humbly Beseech you , sir , to spare me till I may Be by my friends in Spain advised , whose counsel I will implore . If not , i’ th’ name of God , Your pleasure be fulfilled . WOLSEY You have here , lady , And of your choice , these reverend fathers , men Of singular integrity and learning , Yea , the elect o’ th’ land , who are assembled To plead your cause . It shall be therefore bootless That longer you desire the court , as well ACT 2. SC. 4 For your own quiet as to rectify What is unsettled in the King . CAMPEIUS His Grace Hath spoken well and justly . Therefore , madam , It’s fit this royal session do proceed And that without delay their arguments Be now produced and heard . QUEEN KATHERINE Lord Cardinal , To you I speak . WOLSEY Your pleasure , madam . QUEEN KATHERINE Sir , I am about to weep ; but thinking that We are a queen , or long have dreamed so , certain The daughter of a king , my drops of tears I’ll turn to sparks of fire . WOLSEY Be patient yet . QUEEN KATHERINE I will , when you are humble ; nay , before , Or God will punish me . I do believe , Induced by potent circumstances , that You are mine enemy , and make my challenge You shall not be my judge ; for it is you Have blown this coal betwixt my lord and me — Which God’s dew quench ! Therefore I say again , I utterly abhor , yea , from my soul Refuse you for my judge , whom , yet once more , I hold my most malicious foe and think not At all a friend to truth . WOLSEY I do profess You speak not like yourself , who ever yet Have stood to charity and displayed th’ effects Of disposition gentle and of wisdom O’ertopping woman’s power . Madam , you do me wrong . I have no spleen against you , nor injustice For you or any . How far I have proceeded , ACT 2. SC. 4 Or how far further shall , is warranted By a commission from the Consistory , Yea , the whole Consistory of Rome . You charge me That I have blown this coal . I do deny it . The King is present . If it be known to him That I gainsay my deed , how may he wound , And worthily , my falsehood , yea , as much As you have done my truth . If he know That I am free of your report , he knows I am not of your wrong . Therefore in him It lies to cure me , and the cure is to Remove these thoughts from you , the which before His Highness shall speak in , I do beseech You , gracious madam , to unthink your speaking And to say so no more . QUEEN KATHERINE My lord , my lord , I am a simple woman , much too weak T’ oppose your cunning . You’re meek and humble-mouthed ; You sign your place and calling , in full seeming , With meekness and humility , but your heart Is crammed with arrogancy , spleen , and pride . You have by fortune and his Highness’ favors Gone slightly o’er low steps , and now are mounted Where powers are your retainers , and your words , Domestics to you , serve your will as ’t please Yourself pronounce their office . I must tell you , You tender more your person’s honor than Your high profession spiritual , that again I do refuse you for my judge , and here , Before you all , appeal unto the Pope To bring my whole cause ’fore his Holiness , And to be judged by him . She curtsies to the King , and offers to depart . CAMPEIUS The Queen is obstinate , Stubborn to justice , apt to accuse it , and ACT 2. SC. 4 Disdainful to be tried by ’t . ’Tis not well . She’s going away . KING Call her again . CRIER Katherine , Queen of England , come into the court . GENTLEMAN USHER Madam , you are called back . QUEEN KATHERINE What need you note it ? Pray you , keep your way . When you are called , return . Now , the Lord help ! They vex me past my patience . Pray you , pass on . I will not tarry ; no , nor ever more Upon this business my appearance make In any of their courts . Queen and her Attendants exit . KING Go thy ways , Kate . That man i’ th’ world who shall report he has A better wife , let him in naught be trusted , For speaking false in that . Thou art , alone — If thy rare qualities , sweet gentleness , Thy meekness saintlike , wifelike government , Obeying in commanding , and thy parts Sovereign and pious else , could speak thee out — The queen of earthly queens . She’s noble born , And like her true nobility she has Carried herself towards me . WOLSEY Most gracious sir , In humblest manner I require your Highness That it shall please you to declare in hearing Of all these ears — for where I am robbed and bound , There must I be unloosed , although not there At once and fully satisfied — whether ever I Did broach this business to your Highness , or Laid any scruple in your way which might Induce you to the question on ’t , or ever Have to you , but with thanks to God for such ACT 2. SC. 4 A royal lady , spake one the least word that might Be to the prejudice of her present state , Or touch of her good person ? KING My Lord Cardinal , I do excuse you ; yea , upon mine honor , I free you from ’t . You are not to be taught That you have many enemies that know not Why they are so but , like to village curs , Bark when their fellows do . By some of these The Queen is put in anger . You’re excused . But will you be more justified ? You ever Have wished the sleeping of this business , never desired It to be stirred , but oft have hindered , oft , The passages made toward it . On my honor I speak my good Lord Cardinal to this point And thus far clear him . Now , what moved me to ’t , I will be bold with time and your attention . Then mark th’ inducement . Thus it came ; give heed to ’t : My conscience first received a tenderness , Scruple , and prick on certain speeches uttered By th’ Bishop of Bayonne , then French ambassador , Who had been hither sent on the debating A marriage ’twixt the Duke of Orleans and Our daughter Mary . I’ th’ progress of this business , Ere a determinate resolution , he , I mean the Bishop , did require a respite Wherein he might the King his lord advertise Whether our daughter were legitimate , Respecting this our marriage with the dowager , Sometime our brother’s wife . This respite shook The bosom of my conscience , entered me , Yea , with a spitting power , and made to tremble The region of my breast ; which forced such way That many mazed considerings did throng ACT 2. SC. 4 And pressed in with this caution . First , methought I stood not in the smile of heaven , who had Commanded nature that my lady’s womb , If it conceived a male child by me , should Do no more offices of life to ’t than The grave does to th’ dead , for her male issue Or died where they were made , or shortly after This world had aired them . Hence I took a thought This was a judgment on me , that my kingdom , Well worthy the best heir o’ th’ world , should not Be gladded in ’t by me . Then follows that I weighed the danger which my realms stood in By this my issue’s fail , and that gave to me Many a groaning throe . Thus hulling in The wild sea of my conscience , I did steer Toward this remedy whereupon we are Now present here together . That’s to say , I meant to rectify my conscience , which I then did feel full sick , and yet not well , By all the reverend fathers of the land And doctors learnèd . First , I began in private With you , my Lord of Lincoln . You remember How under my oppression I did reek When I first moved you . LINCOLN Very well , my liege . KING I have spoke long . Be pleased yourself to say How far you satisfied me . LINCOLN So please your Highness , The question did at first so stagger me , Bearing a state of mighty moment in ’t And consequence of dread , that I committed The daring’st counsel which I had to doubt , And did entreat your Highness to this course Which you are running here . KING I then moved you , ACT 2. SC. 4 My Lord of Canterbury , and got your leave To make this present summons . Unsolicited I left no reverend person in this court , But by particular consent proceeded Under your hands and seals . Therefore go on , For no dislike i’ th’ world against the person Of the good queen , but the sharp thorny points Of my allegèd reasons drives this forward . Prove but our marriage lawful , by my life And kingly dignity , we are contented To wear our mortal state to come with her , Katherine our queen , before the primest creature That’s paragoned o’ th’ world . CAMPEIUS So please your Highness , The Queen being absent , ’tis a needful fitness That we adjourn this court till further day . Meanwhile must be an earnest motion Made to the Queen to call back her appeal She intends unto his Holiness . KING , aside I may perceive These cardinals trifle with me . I abhor This dilatory sloth and tricks of Rome . My learnèd and well-belovèd servant Cranmer , Prithee return . With thy approach , I know , My comfort comes along . — Break up the court . I say , set on . They exit , in manner as they entered . ACT 3 Scene 1 Enter Queen and her Women , as at work . QUEEN KATHERINE Take thy lute , wench . My soul grows sad with troubles . Sing , and disperse ’em if thou canst . Leave working . WOMAN sings song . Orpheus with his lute made trees And the mountaintops that freeze Bow themselves when he did sing . To his music plants and flowers Ever sprung , as sun and showers There had made a lasting spring . Everything that heard him play , Even the billows of the sea , Hung their heads and then lay by . In sweet music is such art , Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep or , hearing , die . Enter a Gentleman . QUEEN KATHERINE How now ? GENTLEMAN An ’t please your Grace , the two great cardinals Wait in the presence . QUEEN KATHERINE Would they speak with me ? ACT 3. SC. 1 GENTLEMAN They willed me say so , madam . QUEEN KATHERINE Pray their Graces To come near . Gentleman exits . What can be their business With me , a poor weak woman , fall’n from favor ? I do not like their coming , now I think on ’t . They should be good men , their affairs as righteous . But all hoods make not monks . Enter the two Cardinals , Wolsey and Campeius . WOLSEY Peace to your Highness . QUEEN KATHERINE Your Graces find me here part of a housewife ; I would be all , against the worst may happen . What are your pleasures with me , reverend lords ? WOLSEY May it please you , noble madam , to withdraw Into your private chamber , we shall give you The full cause of our coming . QUEEN KATHERINE Speak it here . There’s nothing I have done yet , o’ my conscience , Deserves a corner . Would all other women Could speak this with as free a soul as I do . My lords , I care not , so much I am happy Above a number , if my actions Were tried by ev’ry tongue , ev’ry eye saw ’em , Envy and base opinion set against ’em , I know my life so even . If your business Seek me out , and that way I am wife in , Out with it boldly . Truth loves open dealing . WOLSEY Tanta est erga te mentis integritas , regina serenissima — QUEEN KATHERINE O , good my lord , no Latin ! I am not such a truant since my coming ACT 3. SC. 1 As not to know the language I have lived in . A strange tongue makes my cause more strange , suspicious . Pray speak in English . Here are some will thank you , If you speak truth , for their poor mistress’ sake . Believe me , she has had much wrong . Lord Cardinal , The willing’st sin I ever yet committed May be absolved in English . WOLSEY Noble lady , I am sorry my integrity should breed — And service to his Majesty and you — So deep suspicion , where all faith was meant . We come not by the way of accusation , To taint that honor every good tongue blesses , Nor to betray you any way to sorrow — You have too much , good lady — but to know How you stand minded in the weighty difference Between the King and you , and to deliver , Like free and honest men , our just opinions And comforts to your cause . CAMPEIUS Most honored madam , My Lord of York , out of his noble nature , Zeal , and obedience he still bore your Grace , Forgetting , like a good man , your late censure Both of his truth and him — which was too far — Offers , as I do , in a sign of peace , His service and his counsel . QUEEN KATHERINE , aside To betray me . — My lords , I thank you both for your good wills . You speak like honest men ; pray God you prove so . But how to make you suddenly an answer In such a point of weight , so near mine honor — More near my life , I fear — with my weak wit , And to such men of gravity and learning , In truth I know not . I was set at work ACT 3. SC. 1 Among my maids , full little , God knows , looking Either for such men or such business . For her sake that I have been — for I feel The last fit of my greatness — good your Graces , Let me have time and counsel for my cause . Alas , I am a woman friendless , hopeless . WOLSEY Madam , you wrong the King’s love with these fears ; Your hopes and friends are infinite . QUEEN KATHERINE In England But little for my profit . Can you think , lords , That any Englishman dare give me counsel , Or be a known friend , ’gainst his Highness’ pleasure , Though he be grown so desperate to be honest , And live a subject ? Nay , forsooth . My friends , They that must weigh out my afflictions , They that my trust must grow to , live not here . They are , as all my other comforts , far hence In mine own country , lords . CAMPEIUS I would your Grace Would leave your griefs and take my counsel . QUEEN KATHERINE How , sir ? CAMPEIUS Put your main cause into the King’s protection . He’s loving and most gracious . ’Twill be much Both for your honor better and your cause , For if the trial of the law o’ertake you , You’ll part away disgraced . WOLSEY He tells you rightly . QUEEN KATHERINE You tell me what you wish for both : my ruin . Is this your Christian counsel ? Out upon you ! Heaven is above all yet ; there sits a judge That no king can corrupt . CAMPEIUS Your rage mistakes us . ACT 3. SC. 1 QUEEN KATHERINE The more shame for you ! Holy men I thought you , Upon my soul , two reverend cardinal virtues ; But cardinal sins and hollow hearts I fear you . Mend ’em , for shame , my lords . Is this your comfort ? The cordial that you bring a wretched lady , A woman lost among you , laughed at , scorned ? I will not wish you half my miseries ; I have more charity . But say I warned you : Take heed , for heaven’s sake , take heed , lest at once The burden of my sorrows fall upon you . WOLSEY Madam , this is a mere distraction . You turn the good we offer into envy . QUEEN KATHERINE You turn me into nothing ! Woe upon you And all such false professors . Would you have me — If you have any justice , any pity , If you be anything but churchmen’s habits — Put my sick cause into his hands that hates me ? Alas , has banished me his bed already , His love , too , long ago . I am old , my lords , And all the fellowship I hold now with him Is only my obedience . What can happen To me above this wretchedness ? All your studies Make me a curse like this . CAMPEIUS Your fears are worse . QUEEN KATHERINE Have I lived thus long — let me speak myself , Since virtue finds no friends — a wife , a true one — A woman , I dare say without vainglory , Never yet branded with suspicion — Have I with all my full affections Still met the King , loved him next heav’n , obeyed him , Been , out of fondness , superstitious to him , Almost forgot my prayers to content him , ACT 3. SC. 1 And am I thus rewarded ? ’Tis not well , lords . Bring me a constant woman to her husband , One that ne’er dreamed a joy beyond his pleasure , And to that woman , when she has done most , Yet will I add an honor : a great patience . WOLSEY Madam , you wander from the good we aim at . QUEEN KATHERINE My lord , I dare not make myself so guilty To give up willingly that noble title Your master wed me to . Nothing but death Shall e’er divorce my dignities . WOLSEY Pray hear me . QUEEN KATHERINE Would I had never trod this English earth Or felt the flatteries that grow upon it ! You have angels’ faces , but heaven knows your hearts . What will become of me now , wretched lady ? I am the most unhappy woman living . To her Women . Alas , poor wenches , where are now your fortunes ? Shipwracked upon a kingdom where no pity , No friends , no hope , no kindred weep for me , Almost no grave allowed me , like the lily That once was mistress of the field and flourished , I’ll hang my head and perish . WOLSEY If your Grace Could but be brought to know our ends are honest , You’d feel more comfort . Why should we , good lady , Upon what cause , wrong you ? Alas , our places , The way of our profession , is against it . We are to cure such sorrows , not to sow ’em . For goodness’ sake , consider what you do , How you may hurt yourself , ay , utterly Grow from the King’s acquaintance by this carriage . ACT 3. SC. 2 The hearts of princes kiss obedience , So much they love it . But to stubborn spirits They swell and grow as terrible as storms . I know you have a gentle , noble temper , A soul as even as a calm . Pray think us Those we profess : peacemakers , friends , and servants . CAMPEIUS Madam , you’ll find it so . You wrong your virtues With these weak women’s fears . A noble spirit , As yours was put into you , ever casts Such doubts , as false coin , from it . The King loves you ; Beware you lose it not . For us , if you please To trust us in your business , we are ready To use our utmost studies in your service . QUEEN KATHERINE Do what you will , my lords , and pray forgive me If I have used myself unmannerly . You know I am a woman , lacking wit To make a seemly answer to such persons . Pray do my service to his Majesty . He has my heart yet and shall have my prayers While I shall have my life . Come , reverend fathers , Bestow your counsels on me . She now begs That little thought , when she set footing here , She should have bought her dignities so dear . They exit . Scene 2 Enter the Duke of Norfolk , Duke of Suffolk , Lord Surrey , and Lord Chamberlain . NORFOLK If you will now unite in your complaints And force them with a constancy , the Cardinal ACT 3. SC. 2 Cannot stand under them . If you omit The offer of this time , I cannot promise But that you shall sustain more new disgraces With these you bear already . SURREY I am joyful To meet the least occasion that may give me Remembrance of my father-in-law the Duke , To be revenged on him . SUFFOLK Which of the peers Have uncontemned gone by him , or at least Strangely neglected ? When did he regard The stamp of nobleness in any person Out of himself ? CHAMBERLAIN My lords , you speak your pleasures ; What he deserves of you and me I know ; What we can do to him — though now the time Gives way to us — I much fear . If you cannot Bar his access to th’ King , never attempt Anything on him , for he hath a witchcraft Over the King in ’s tongue . NORFOLK O , fear him not . His spell in that is out . The King hath found Matter against him that forever mars The honey of his language . No , he’s settled , Not to come off , in his displeasure . SURREY Sir , I should be glad to hear such news as this Once every hour . NORFOLK Believe it , this is true . In the divorce his contrary proceedings Are all unfolded , wherein he appears As I would wish mine enemy . SURREY How came His practices to light ? SUFFOLK Most strangely . SURREY O , how , how ? ACT 3. SC. 2 SUFFOLK The Cardinal’s letters to the Pope miscarried And came to th’ eye o’ th’ King , wherein was read How that the Cardinal did entreat his Holiness To stay the judgment o’ th’ divorce ; for if It did take place , I do , quoth he , perceive My king is tangled in affection to A creature of the Queen’s , Lady Anne Bullen . SURREY Has the King this ? SUFFOLK Believe it . SURREY Will this work ? CHAMBERLAIN The King in this perceives him how he coasts And hedges his own way . But in this point All his tricks founder , and he brings his physic After his patient’s death : the King already Hath married the fair lady . SURREY Would he had ! SUFFOLK May you be happy in your wish , my lord , For I profess you have it . SURREY Now , all my joy Trace the conjunction ! SUFFOLK My amen to ’t . NORFOLK All men’s . SUFFOLK There’s order given for her coronation . Marry , this is yet but young and may be left To some ears unrecounted . But , my lords , She is a gallant creature and complete In mind and feature . I persuade me , from her Will fall some blessing to this land which shall In it be memorized . SURREY But will the King Digest this letter of the Cardinal’s ? The Lord forbid ! ACT 3. SC. 2 NORFOLK Marry , amen ! SUFFOLK No , no . There be more wasps that buzz about his nose Will make this sting the sooner . Cardinal Campeius Is stol’n away to Rome , hath ta’en no leave , Has left the cause o’ th’ King unhandled , and Is posted as the agent of our cardinal To second all his plot . I do assure you The King cried Ha ! at this . CHAMBERLAIN Now God incense him , And let him cry Ha ! louder . NORFOLK But , my lord , When returns Cranmer ? SUFFOLK He is returned in his opinions , which Have satisfied the King for his divorce , Together with all famous colleges Almost in Christendom . Shortly , I believe , His second marriage shall be published , and Her coronation . Katherine no more Shall be called queen , but princess dowager And widow to Prince Arthur . NORFOLK This same Cranmer’s A worthy fellow , and hath ta’en much pain In the King’s business . SUFFOLK He has , and we shall see him For it an archbishop . NORFOLK So I hear . SUFFOLK ’Tis so . Enter Wolsey and Cromwell , meeting . The Cardinal ! NORFOLK Observe , observe ; he’s moody . They stand aside . WOLSEY The packet , Cromwell ; Gave ’t you the King ? ACT 3. SC. 2 CROMWELL To his own hand , in ’s bedchamber . WOLSEY Looked he o’ th’ inside of the paper ? CROMWELL Presently He did unseal them , and the first he viewed , He did it with a serious mind ; a heed Was in his countenance . You he bade Attend him here this morning . WOLSEY Is he ready To come abroad ? CROMWELL I think by this he is . WOLSEY Leave me awhile . Cromwell exits . Aside . It shall be to the Duchess of Alençon , The French king’s sister ; he shall marry her . Anne Bullen ? No , I’ll no Anne Bullens for him . There’s more in ’t than fair visage . Bullen ? No , we’ll no Bullens . Speedily I wish To hear from Rome . The Marchioness of Pembroke ! NORFOLK He’s discontented . SUFFOLK Maybe he hears the King Does whet his anger to him . SURREY Sharp enough , Lord , for thy justice ! WOLSEY , aside The late queen’s gentlewoman , a knight’s daughter , To be her mistress’ mistress ? The Queen’s queen ? This candle burns not clear . ’Tis I must snuff it ; Then out it goes . What though I know her virtuous And well-deserving ? Yet I know her for A spleeny Lutheran , and not wholesome to Our cause that she should lie i’ th’ bosom of Our hard-ruled king . Again , there is sprung up An heretic , an arch-one , Cranmer , one ACT 3. SC. 2 Hath crawled into the favor of the King And is his oracle . NORFOLK He is vexed at something . SURREY I would ’twere something that would fret the string , The master-cord on ’s heart . SUFFOLK The King , the King ! Enter King , reading of a schedule , with Lovell and Attendants . KING What piles of wealth hath he accumulated To his own portion ! And what expense by th’ hour Seems to flow from him ! How i’ th’ name of thrift Does he rake this together ? Seeing the nobles . Now , my lords , Saw you the Cardinal ? NORFOLK , indicating Wolsey My lord , we have Stood here observing him . Some strange commotion Is in his brain . He bites his lip , and starts , Stops on a sudden , looks upon the ground , Then lays his finger on his temple , straight Springs out into fast gait , then stops again , Strikes his breast hard , and anon he casts His eye against the moon . In most strange postures We have seen him set himself . KING It may well be There is a mutiny in ’s mind . This morning Papers of state he sent me to peruse , As I required , and wot you what I found ? There — on my conscience , put unwittingly — Forsooth , an inventory , thus importing The several parcels of his plate , his treasure , Rich stuffs and ornaments of household , which I find at such proud rate that it outspeaks Possession of a subject . ACT 3. SC. 2 NORFOLK It’s heaven’s will ! Some spirit put this paper in the packet To bless your eye withal . KING , studying Wolsey If we did think His contemplation were above the Earth earth And fixed on spiritual object , he should still Dwell in his musings , but I am afraid His thinkings are below the moon , not worth His serious considering . King takes his seat , whispers Lovell , who goes to the Cardinal . WOLSEY Heaven forgive me ! Ever God bless your Highness . KING Good my lord , You are full of heavenly stuff and bear the inventory Of your best graces in your mind , the which You were now running o’er . You have scarce time To steal from spiritual leisure a brief span To keep your earthly audit . Sure , in that I deem you an ill husband , and am glad To have you therein my companion . WOLSEY Sir , For holy offices I have a time ; a time To think upon the part of business which I bear i’ th’ state ; and Nature does require Her times of preservation , which perforce I , her frail son , amongst my brethren mortal , Must give my tendance to . KING You have said well . WOLSEY And ever may your Highness yoke together , As I will lend you cause , my doing well With my well saying . KING ’Tis well said again , And ’tis a kind of good deed to say well . And yet words are no deeds . My father loved you ; ACT 3. SC. 2 He said he did , and with his deed did crown His word upon you . Since I had my office I have kept you next my heart , have not alone Employed you where high profits might come home , But pared my present havings to bestow My bounties upon you . WOLSEY , aside What should this mean ? SURREY , aside The Lord increase this business ! KING Have I not made you The prime man of the state ? I pray you tell me If what I now pronounce you have found true ; And , if you may confess it , say withal If you are bound to us or no . What say you ? WOLSEY My sovereign , I confess your royal graces , Showered on me daily , have been more than could My studied purposes requite , which went Beyond all man’s endeavors . My endeavors Have ever come too short of my desires , Yet filed with my abilities . Mine own ends Have been mine so , that evermore they pointed To th’ good of your most sacred person and The profit of the state . For your great graces Heaped upon me , poor undeserver , I Can nothing render but allegiant thanks , My prayers to heaven for you , my loyalty , Which ever has and ever shall be growing Till death — that winter — kill it . KING Fairly answered . A loyal and obedient subject is Therein illustrated . The honor of it Does pay the act of it , as , i’ th’ contrary , The foulness is the punishment . I presume That , as my hand has opened bounty to you , My heart dropped love , my power rained honor , more ACT 3. SC. 2 On you than any , so your hand and heart , Your brain , and every function of your power Should — notwithstanding that your bond of duty As ’twere in love’s particular — be more To me , your friend , than any . WOLSEY I do profess That for your Highness’ good I ever labored More than mine own , that am , have , and will be — Though all the world should crack their duty to you And throw it from their soul , though perils did Abound as thick as thought could make ’em , and Appear in forms more horrid — yet my duty , As doth a rock against the chiding flood , Should the approach of this wild river break , And stand unshaken yours . KING ’Tis nobly spoken . — Take notice , lords : he has a loyal breast , For you have seen him open ’t . He hands Wolsey papers . Read o’er this , And after , this ; and then to breakfast with What appetite you have . King exits , frowning upon the Cardinal ; the nobles throng after him smiling and whispering , and exit . WOLSEY What should this mean ? What sudden anger’s this ? How have I reaped it ? He parted frowning from me , as if ruin Leaped from his eyes . So looks the chafèd lion Upon the daring huntsman that has galled him , Then makes him nothing . I must read this paper — I fear , the story of his anger . He reads one of the papers . ’Tis so . This paper has undone me . ’Tis th’ accompt Of all that world of wealth I have drawn together ACT 3. SC. 2 For mine own ends — indeed , to gain the popedom And fee my friends in Rome . O negligence , Fit for a fool to fall by ! What cross devil Made me put this main secret in the packet I sent the King ? Is there no way to cure this ? No new device to beat this from his brains ? I know ’twill stir him strongly ; yet I know A way , if it take right , in spite of fortune Will bring me off again . He looks at another paper . What’s this ? To th’ Pope ? The letter , as I live , with all the business I writ to ’s Holiness . Nay then , farewell ! I have touched the highest point of all my greatness , And from that full meridian of my glory I haste now to my setting . I shall fall Like a bright exhalation in the evening And no man see me more . Enter to Wolsey the Dukes of Norfolk and Suffolk , the Earl of Surrey , and the Lord Chamberlain . NORFOLK Hear the King’s pleasure , cardinal , who commands you To render up the great seal presently Into our hands , and to confine yourself To Asher House , my Lord of Winchester’s , Till you hear further from his Highness . WOLSEY Stay . Where’s your commission , lords ? Words cannot carry Authority so weighty . SUFFOLK Who dare cross ’em , Bearing the King’s will from his mouth expressly ? WOLSEY Till I find more than will or words to do it — I mean your malice — know , officious lords , I dare and must deny it . Now I feel ACT 3. SC. 2 Of what coarse metal you are molded , envy ; How eagerly you follow my disgraces , As if it fed you , and how sleek and wanton You appear in everything may bring my ruin . Follow your envious courses , men of malice ; You have Christian warrant for ’em , and no doubt In time will find their fit rewards . That seal You ask with such a violence , the King , Mine and your master , with his own hand gave me ; Bade me enjoy it , with the place and honors , During my life ; and to confirm his goodness , Tied it by letters patents . Now , who’ll take it ? SURREY The King that gave it . WOLSEY It must be himself , then . SURREY Thou art a proud traitor , priest . WOLSEY Proud lord , thou liest . Within these forty hours Surrey durst better Have burnt that tongue than said so . SURREY Thy ambition , Thou scarlet sin , robbed this bewailing land Of noble Buckingham , my father-in-law . The heads of all thy brother cardinals , With thee and all thy best parts bound together , Weighed not a hair of his . Plague of your policy ! You sent me Deputy for Ireland , Far from his succor , from the King , from all That might have mercy on the fault thou gav’st him , Whilst your great goodness , out of holy pity , Absolved him with an ax . WOLSEY This , and all else This talking lord can lay upon my credit , I answer , is most false . The Duke by law Found his deserts . How innocent I was From any private malice in his end , ACT 3. SC. 2 His noble jury and foul cause can witness . — If I loved many words , lord , I should tell you You have as little honesty as honor , That in the way of loyalty and truth Toward the King , my ever royal master , Dare mate a sounder man than Surrey can be , And all that love his follies . SURREY By my soul , Your long coat , priest , protects you ; thou shouldst feel My sword i’ th’ life blood of thee else . — My lords , Can you endure to hear this arrogance ? And from this fellow ? If we live thus tamely , To be thus jaded by a piece of scarlet , Farewell , nobility . Let his Grace go forward And dare us with his cap , like larks . WOLSEY All goodness Is poison to thy stomach . SURREY Yes , that goodness Of gleaning all the land’s wealth into one , Into your own hands , card’nal , by extortion ; The goodness of your intercepted packets You writ to th’ Pope against the King . Your goodness , Since you provoke me , shall be most notorious . — My Lord of Norfolk , as you are truly noble , As you respect the common good , the state Of our despised nobility , our issues , Whom , if he live , will scarce be gentlemen , Produce the grand sum of his sins , the articles Collected from his life . — I’ll startle you Worse than the sacring bell when the brown wench Lay kissing in your arms , Lord Cardinal . WOLSEY How much , methinks , I could despise this man , But that I am bound in charity against it ! NORFOLK Those articles , my lord , are in the King’s hand ; But thus much , they are foul ones . ACT 3. SC. 2 WOLSEY So much fairer And spotless shall mine innocence arise When the King knows my truth . SURREY This cannot save you . I thank my memory I yet remember Some of these articles , and out they shall . Now , if you can blush and cry Guilty , cardinal , You’ll show a little honesty . WOLSEY Speak on , sir . I dare your worst objections . If I blush , It is to see a nobleman want manners . SURREY I had rather want those than my head . Have at you : First , that without the King’s assent or knowledge , You wrought to be a legate , by which power You maimed the jurisdiction of all bishops . NORFOLK Then , that in all you writ to Rome , or else To foreign princes , ego et rex meus Was still inscribed , in which you brought the King To be your servant . SUFFOLK Then , that without the knowledge Either of king or council , when you went Ambassador to the Emperor , you made bold To carry into Flanders the great seal . SURREY Item , you sent a large commission To Gregory de Cassado , to conclude , Without the King’s will or the state’s allowance , A league between his Highness and Ferrara . SUFFOLK That out of mere ambition you have caused Your holy hat to be stamped on the King’s coin . SURREY Then , that you have sent innumerable substance — By what means got I leave to your own conscience — ACT 3. SC. 2 To furnish Rome and to prepare the ways You have for dignities , to the mere undoing Of all the kingdom . Many more there are Which , since they are of you , and odious , I will not taint my mouth with . CHAMBERLAIN O , my lord , Press not a falling man too far ! ’Tis virtue . His faults lie open to the laws ; let them , Not you , correct him . My heart weeps to see him So little of his great self . SURREY I forgive him . SUFFOLK Lord Cardinal , the King’s further pleasure is — Because all those things you have done of late By your power legative within this kingdom Fall into th’ compass of a praemunire — That therefore such a writ be sued against you , To forfeit all your goods , lands , tenements , Chattels , and whatsoever , and to be Out of the King’s protection . This is my charge . NORFOLK And so we’ll leave you to your meditations How to live better . For your stubborn answer About the giving back the great seal to us , The King shall know it and , no doubt , shall thank you . So , fare you well , my little good Lord Cardinal . WOLSEY So , farewell to the little good you bear me . All but Wolsey exit . Farewell ? A long farewell to all my greatness ! This is the state of man : today he puts forth The tender leaves of hopes ; tomorrow blossoms And bears his blushing honors thick upon him ; The third day comes a frost , a killing frost , And when he thinks , good easy man , full surely ACT 3. SC. 2 His greatness is a-ripening , nips his root , And then he falls , as I do . I have ventured , Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders , This many summers in a sea of glory , But far beyond my depth . My high-blown pride At length broke under me and now has left me , Weary and old with service , to the mercy Of a rude stream that must forever hide me . Vain pomp and glory of this world , I hate you . I feel my heart new opened . O , how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes’ favors ! There is betwixt that smile we would aspire to , That sweet aspect of princes , and their ruin , More pangs and fears than wars or women have ; And when he falls , he falls like Lucifer , Never to hope again . Enter Cromwell , standing amazed . Why , how now , Cromwell ? CROMWELL I have no power to speak , sir . WOLSEY What , amazed At my misfortunes ? Can thy spirit wonder A great man should decline ? Nay , an you weep , I am fall’n indeed . CROMWELL How does your Grace ? WOLSEY Why , well . Never so truly happy , my good Cromwell . I know myself now , and I feel within me A peace above all earthly dignities , A still and quiet conscience . The King has cured me — I humbly thank his Grace — and from these shoulders , These ruined pillars , out of pity , taken A load would sink a navy : too much honor . O , ’tis a burden , Cromwell , ’tis a burden Too heavy for a man that hopes for heaven . ACT 3. SC. 2 CROMWELL I am glad your Grace has made that right use of it . WOLSEY I hope I have . I am able now , methinks , Out of a fortitude of soul I feel , To endure more miseries and greater far Than my weak-hearted enemies dare offer . What news abroad ? CROMWELL The heaviest and the worst Is your displeasure with the King . WOLSEY God bless him . CROMWELL The next is that Sir Thomas More is chosen Lord Chancellor in your place . WOLSEY That’s somewhat sudden . But he’s a learnèd man . May he continue Long in his Highness’ favor and do justice For truth’s sake and his conscience , that his bones , When he has run his course and sleeps in blessings , May have a tomb of orphans’ tears wept on him . What more ? CROMWELL That Cranmer is returned with welcome , Installed Lord Archbishop of Canterbury . WOLSEY That’s news indeed . CROMWELL Last , that the Lady Anne , Whom the King hath in secrecy long married , This day was viewed in open as his queen , Going to chapel , and the voice is now Only about her coronation . WOLSEY There was the weight that pulled me down . O Cromwell , The King has gone beyond me . All my glories In that one woman I have lost forever . ACT 3. SC. 2 No sun shall ever usher forth mine honors , Or gild again the noble troops that waited Upon my smiles . Go , get thee from me , Cromwell . I am a poor fall’n man , unworthy now To be thy lord and master . Seek the King ; That sun , I pray , may never set ! I have told him What and how true thou art . He will advance thee ; Some little memory of me will stir him — I know his noble nature — not to let Thy hopeful service perish too . Good Cromwell , Neglect him not . Make use now , and provide For thine own future safety . CROMWELL , weeping O , my lord , Must I then leave you ? Must I needs forgo So good , so noble , and so true a master ? Bear witness , all that have not hearts of iron , With what a sorrow Cromwell leaves his lord . The King shall have my service , but my prayers Forever and forever shall be yours . WOLSEY , weeping Cromwell , I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries , but thou hast forced me , Out of thy honest truth , to play the woman . Let’s dry our eyes . And thus far hear me , Cromwell , And when I am forgotten , as I shall be , And sleep in dull cold marble , where no mention Of me more must be heard of , say I taught thee ; Say Wolsey , that once trod the ways of glory And sounded all the depths and shoals of honor , Found thee a way , out of his wrack , to rise in , A sure and safe one , though thy master missed it . Mark but my fall and that that ruined me . Cromwell , I charge thee , fling away ambition ! By that sin fell the angels ; how can man , then , The image of his maker , hope to win by it ? ACT 3. SC. 2 Love thyself last ; cherish those hearts that hate thee . Corruption wins not more than honesty . Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace To silence envious tongues . Be just , and fear not . Let all the ends thou aim’st at be thy country’s , Thy God’s , and truth’s . Then if thou fall’st , O Cromwell , Thou fall’st a blessèd martyr . Serve the King . And , prithee , lead me in . There take an inventory of all I have To the last penny ; ’tis the King’s . My robe And my integrity to heaven is all I dare now call mine own . O Cromwell , Cromwell , Had I but served my God with half the zeal I served my king , He would not in mine age Have left me naked to mine enemies . CROMWELL Good sir , have patience . WOLSEY So I have . Farewell , The hopes of court ! My hopes in heaven do dwell . They exit . ACT 4 Scene 1 Enter two Gentlemen , meeting one another , the First Gentleman carrying a paper . FIRST GENTLEMAN You’re well met once again . SECOND GENTLEMAN So are you . FIRST GENTLEMAN You come to take your stand here and behold The Lady Anne pass from her coronation ? SECOND GENTLEMAN ’Tis all my business . At our last encounter , The Duke of Buckingham came from his trial . FIRST GENTLEMAN ’Tis very true . But that time offered sorrow , This general joy . SECOND GENTLEMAN ’Tis well . The citizens I am sure have shown at full their royal minds , As , let ’em have their rights , they are ever forward In celebration of this day with shows , Pageants , and sights of honor . FIRST GENTLEMAN Never greater , Nor , I’ll assure you , better taken , sir . SECOND GENTLEMAN May I be bold to ask what that contains , That paper in your hand ? FIRST GENTLEMAN Yes , ’tis the list ACT 4. SC. 1 Of those that claim their offices this day By custom of the coronation . The Duke of Suffolk is the first , and claims To be High Steward ; next , the Duke of Norfolk , He to be Earl Marshal . You may read the rest . He offers him the paper . SECOND GENTLEMAN I thank you , sir . Had I not known those customs , I should have been beholding to your paper . But I beseech you , what’s become of Katherine , The Princess Dowager ? How goes her business ? FIRST GENTLEMAN That I can tell you too . The Archbishop Of Canterbury , accompanied with other Learnèd and reverend fathers of his order , Held a late court at Dunstable , six miles off From Ampthill , where the Princess lay , to which She was often cited by them , but appeared not ; And , to be short , for not appearance and The King’s late scruple , by the main assent Of all these learnèd men she was divorced , And the late marriage made of none effect ; Since which she was removed to Kymmalton , Where she remains now sick . SECOND GENTLEMAN Alas , good lady ! Hautboys . A lively flourish of trumpets . The trumpets sound . Stand close . The Queen is coming . Then , enter two Judges ; Lord Chancellor , with purse and mace before him . Choristers singing . Music . Enter Mayor of London , bearing the mace . Then Garter , in his coat of arms , and on his head he wore a gilt copper crown . A royal train , believe me ! These I know . ACT 4. SC. 1 Enter Marques Dorset , bearing a scepter of gold ; on his head a demi-coronal of gold . With him , the Earl of Surrey , bearing the rod of silver with the dove , crowned with an earl’s coronet . Collars of S’s . Who’s that that bears the scepter ? FIRST GENTLEMAN Marques Dorset , And that the Earl of Surrey with the rod . SECOND GENTLEMAN A bold brave gentleman . Enter Duke of Suffolk , in his robe of estate , his coronet on his head , bearing a long white wand , as High Steward . With him , the Duke of Norfolk , with the rod of Marshalship , a coronet on his head . Collars of S’s . That should be The Duke of Suffolk . FIRST GENTLEMAN ’Tis the same : High Steward . SECOND GENTLEMAN And that my Lord of Norfolk ? FIRST GENTLEMAN Yes . Enter a canopy , borne by four of the Cinque-ports , under it the Queen in her robe , in her hair , richly adorned with pearl , crowned . On each side her , the Bishops of London and Winchester . SECOND GENTLEMAN Heaven bless thee ! Thou hast the sweetest face I ever looked on . — Sir , as I have a soul , she is an angel . Our king has all the Indies in his arms , And more , and richer , when he strains that lady . I cannot blame his conscience . FIRST GENTLEMAN They that bear The cloth of honor over her are four barons Of the Cinque-ports . SECOND GENTLEMAN Those men are happy , and so are all are near her . ACT 4. SC. 1 Enter the Old Duchess of Norfolk , in a coronal of gold wrought with flowers , bearing the Queen’s train . Certain Ladies or Countesses , with plain circlets of gold without flowers . I take it she that carries up the train Is that old noble lady , Duchess of Norfolk . FIRST GENTLEMAN It is , and all the rest are countesses . SECOND GENTLEMAN Their coronets say so . These are stars indeed . FIRST GENTLEMAN And sometimes falling ones . SECOND GENTLEMAN No more of that . The Coronation procession exits , having passed over the stage in order and state , and then a great flourish of trumpets . Enter a third Gentleman . FIRST GENTLEMAN God save you , sir . Where have you been broiling ? THIRD GENTLEMAN Among the crowd i’ th’ Abbey , where a finger Could not be wedged in more . I am stifled With the mere rankness of their joy . SECOND GENTLEMAN You saw The ceremony ? THIRD GENTLEMAN That I did . FIRST GENTLEMAN How was it ? THIRD GENTLEMAN Well worth the seeing . SECOND GENTLEMAN Good sir , speak it to us ! THIRD GENTLEMAN As well as I am able . The rich stream Of lords and ladies , having brought the Queen ACT 4. SC. 1 To a prepared place in the choir , fell off A distance from her , while her Grace sat down To rest awhile , some half an hour or so , In a rich chair of state , opposing freely The beauty of her person to the people . Believe me , sir , she is the goodliest woman That ever lay by man , which when the people Had the full view of , such a noise arose As the shrouds make at sea in a stiff tempest — As loud and to as many tunes . Hats , cloaks , Doublets , I think , flew up , and had their faces Been loose , this day they had been lost . Such joy I never saw before . Great-bellied women That had not half a week to go , like rams In the old time of war , would shake the press And make ’em reel before ’em . No man living Could say This is my wife there , all were woven So strangely in one piece . SECOND GENTLEMAN But what followed ? THIRD GENTLEMAN At length her Grace rose , and with modest paces Came to the altar , where she kneeled and saintlike Cast her fair eyes to heaven and prayed devoutly , Then rose again and bowed her to the people . When by the Archbishop of Canterbury She had all the royal makings of a queen — As , holy oil , Edward Confessor’s crown , The rod , and bird of peace , and all such emblems — Laid nobly on her ; which performed , the choir , With all the choicest music of the kingdom , Together sung <foreign xml:id="for-0007" xml:lang="la"> <w xml:id="w0374640" n="4.1.109">Te</w> <c xml:id="c0374650" n="4.1.109"> </c> <w xml:id="w0374660" n="4.1.109">Deum</w> </foreign> . So she parted , And with the same full state paced back again To York Place , where the feast is held . FIRST GENTLEMAN Sir , You must no more call it York Place ; that’s past , ACT 4. SC. 1 For since the Cardinal fell , that title’s lost . ’Tis now the King’s and called Whitehall . THIRD GENTLEMAN I know it , But ’tis so lately altered that the old name Is fresh about me . SECOND GENTLEMAN What two reverend bishops Were those that went on each side of the Queen ? THIRD GENTLEMAN Stokeley and Gardiner , the one of Winchester , Newly preferred from the King’s secretary , The other London . SECOND GENTLEMAN He of Winchester Is held no great good lover of the Archbishop’s , The virtuous Cranmer . THIRD GENTLEMAN All the land knows that . However , yet there is no great breach . When it comes , Cranmer will find a friend will not shrink from him . SECOND GENTLEMAN Who may that be , I pray you ? THIRD GENTLEMAN Thomas Cromwell , A man in much esteem with th’ King , and truly A worthy friend . The King has made him Master o’ th’ Jewel House , And one already of the Privy Council . SECOND GENTLEMAN He will deserve more . THIRD GENTLEMAN Yes , without all doubt . Come , gentlemen , you shall go my way , Which is to th’ court , and there you shall be my guests , Something I can command . As I walk thither , I’ll tell you more . BOTH You may command us , sir . They exit . ACT 4. SC. 2 Scene 2 Enter Katherine Dowager , sick , led between Griffith , her gentleman usher , and Patience , her woman . GRIFFITH How does your Grace ? KATHERINE O Griffith , sick to death . My legs like loaden branches bow to th’ earth , Willing to leave their burden . Reach a chair . She sits . So . Now , methinks , I feel a little ease . Didst thou not tell me , Griffith , as thou ledst me , That the great child of honor , Cardinal Wolsey , Was dead ? GRIFFITH Yes , madam , but I think your Grace , Out of the pain you suffered , gave no ear to ’t . KATHERINE Prithee , good Griffith , tell me how he died . If well , he stepped before me happily For my example . GRIFFITH Well , the voice goes , madam ; For after the stout Earl Northumberland Arrested him at York and brought him forward , As a man sorely tainted , to his answer , He fell sick suddenly and grew so ill He could not sit his mule . KATHERINE Alas , poor man ! GRIFFITH At last , with easy roads , he came to Leicester , Lodged in the abbey , where the reverend abbot With all his convent honorably received him ; To whom he gave these words : O Father Abbot , An old man , broken with the storms of state , Is come to lay his weary bones among you . Give him a little earth , for charity . So went to bed , where eagerly his sickness ACT 4. SC. 2 Pursued him still ; and three nights after this , About the hour of eight , which he himself Foretold should be his last , full of repentance , Continual meditations , tears , and sorrows , He gave his honors to the world again , His blessèd part to heaven , and slept in peace . KATHERINE So may he rest . His faults lie gently on him ! Yet thus far , Griffith , give me leave to speak him , And yet with charity . He was a man Of an unbounded stomach , ever ranking Himself with princes ; one that by suggestion Tied all the kingdom . Simony was fair play . His own opinion was his law . I’ th’ presence He would say untruths , and be ever double Both in his words and meaning . He was never , But where he meant to ruin , pitiful . His promises were , as he then was , mighty , But his performance , as he is now , nothing . Of his own body he was ill , and gave The clergy ill example . GRIFFITH Noble madam , Men’s evil manners live in brass ; their virtues We write in water . May it please your Highness To hear me speak his good now ? KATHERINE Yes , good Griffith ; I were malicious else . GRIFFITH This cardinal , Though from an humble stock , undoubtedly Was fashioned to much honor . From his cradle He was a scholar , and a ripe and good one : Exceeding wise , fair-spoken , and persuading ; Lofty and sour to them that loved him not , But , to those men that sought him , sweet as summer . And though he were unsatisfied in getting , Which was a sin , yet in bestowing , madam , ACT 4. SC. 2 He was most princely . Ever witness for him Those twins of learning that he raised in you , Ipswich and Oxford , one of which fell with him , Unwilling to outlive the good that did it ; The other , though unfinished , yet so famous , So excellent in art , and still so rising , That Christendom shall ever speak his virtue . His overthrow heaped happiness upon him , For then , and not till then , he felt himself , And found the blessedness of being little . And , to add greater honors to his age Than man could give him , he died fearing God . KATHERINE After my death I wish no other herald , No other speaker of my living actions , To keep mine honor from corruption But such an honest chronicler as Griffith . Whom I most hated living , thou hast made me , With thy religious truth and modesty , Now in his ashes honor . Peace be with him ! — Patience , be near me still , and set me lower . I have not long to trouble thee . — Good Griffith , Cause the musicians play me that sad note I named my knell , whilst I sit meditating On that celestial harmony I go to . Sad and solemn music . GRIFFITH She is asleep . Good wench , let’s sit down quiet , For fear we wake her . Softly , gentle Patience . They sit . The Vision . Enter , solemnly tripping one after another , six Personages clad in white robes , wearing on their heads garlands of bays , and golden vizards on their faces , branches of bays or palm in their hands . They ACT 4. SC. 2 first congee unto her , then dance ; and , at certain changes , the first two hold a spare garland over her head , at which the other four make reverent curtsies . Then the two that held the garland deliver the same to the other next two , who observe the same order in their changes and holding the garland over her head ; which done , they deliver the same garland to the last two , who likewise observe the same order . At which , as it were by inspiration , she makes in her sleep signs of rejoicing and holdeth up her hands to heaven ; and so , in their dancing , vanish , carrying the garland with them . The music continues . KATHERINE , waking Spirits of peace , where are you ? Are you all gone , And leave me here in wretchedness behind you ? GRIFFITH Madam , we are here . KATHERINE It is not you I call for . Saw you none enter since I slept ? GRIFFITH None , madam . KATHERINE No ? Saw you not , even now , a blessed troop Invite me to a banquet , whose bright faces Cast thousand beams upon me , like the sun ? They promised me eternal happiness And brought me garlands , Griffith , which I feel I am not worthy yet to wear . I shall , assuredly . GRIFFITH I am most joyful , madam , such good dreams Possess your fancy . KATHERINE Bid the music leave . They are harsh and heavy to me . Music ceases . PATIENCE , aside to Griffith Do you note How much her Grace is altered on the sudden ? ACT 4. SC. 2 How long her face is drawn ? How pale she looks , And of an earthy cold ? Mark her eyes . GRIFFITH , aside to Patience She is going , wench . Pray , pray . PATIENCE Heaven comfort her ! Enter a Messenger . MESSENGER , to Katherine An ’t like your Grace — KATHERINE You are a saucy fellow . Deserve we no more reverence ? GRIFFITH , to Messenger You are to blame , Knowing she will not lose her wonted greatness , To use so rude behavior . Go to . Kneel . MESSENGER , kneeling I humbly do entreat your Highness’ pardon . My haste made me unmannerly . There is staying A gentleman sent from the King to see you . KATHERINE Admit him entrance , Griffith . Messenger rises . But this fellow Let me ne’er see again . Messenger exits . Enter Lord Capuchius . If my sight fail not , You should be Lord Ambassador from the Emperor , My royal nephew , and your name Capuchius . CAPUCHIUS Madam , the same . Your servant . KATHERINE O my lord , The times and titles now are altered strangely With me since first you knew me . But I pray you , What is your pleasure with me ? CAPUCHIUS Noble lady , First , mine own service to your Grace ; the next , The King’s request that I would visit you , ACT 4. SC. 2 Who grieves much for your weakness , and by me Sends you his princely commendations , And heartily entreats you take good comfort . KATHERINE O , my good lord , that comfort comes too late ; ’Tis like a pardon after execution . That gentle physic given in time had cured me . But now I am past all comforts here but prayers . How does his Highness ? CAPUCHIUS Madam , in good health . KATHERINE So may he ever do , and ever flourish , When I shall dwell with worms , and my poor name Banished the kingdom . — Patience , is that letter I caused you write yet sent away ? PATIENCE No , madam . She presents a paper to Katherine , who gives it to Capuchius . KATHERINE Sir , I most humbly pray you to deliver This to my lord the King — CAPUCHIUS Most willing , madam . KATHERINE In which I have commended to his goodness The model of our chaste loves , his young daughter — The dews of heaven fall thick in blessings on her ! — Beseeching him to give her virtuous breeding — She is young and of a noble , modest nature ; I hope she will deserve well — and a little To love her for her mother’s sake that loved him , Heaven knows how dearly . My next poor petition Is that his noble Grace would have some pity Upon my wretched women , that so long Have followed both my fortunes faithfully , Of which there is not one , I dare avow — And now I should not lie — but will deserve , ACT 4. SC. 2 For virtue and true beauty of the soul , For honesty and decent carriage , A right good husband . Let him be a noble ; And sure those men are happy that shall have ’em . The last is for my men — they are the poorest , But poverty could never draw ’em from me — That they may have their wages duly paid ’em , And something over to remember me by . If heaven had pleased to have given me longer life And able means , we had not parted thus . These are the whole contents . And , good my lord , By that you love the dearest in this world , As you wish Christian peace to souls departed , Stand these poor people’s friend , and urge the King To do me this last right . CAPUCHIUS By heaven , I will , Or let me lose the fashion of a man ! KATHERINE I thank you , honest lord . Remember me In all humility unto his Highness . Say his long trouble now is passing Out of this world . Tell him in death I blessed him , For so I will . Mine eyes grow dim . Farewell , My lord . — Griffith , farewell . — Nay , Patience , You must not leave me yet . I must to bed ; Call in more women . When I am dead , good wench , Let me be used with honor . Strew me over With maiden flowers , that all the world may know I was a chaste wife to my grave . Embalm me , Then lay me forth . Although unqueened , yet like A queen and daughter to a king inter me . I can no more . They exit , leading Katherine . ACT 5 Scene 1 Enter Gardiner , Bishop of Winchester , a Page with a torch before him , met by Sir Thomas Lovell . GARDINER It’s one o’clock , boy , is ’t not ? PAGE It hath struck . GARDINER These should be hours for necessities , Not for delights ; times to repair our nature With comforting repose , and not for us To waste these times . — Good hour of night , Sir Thomas . Whither so late ? LOVELL Came you from the King , my lord ? GARDINER I did , Sir Thomas , and left him at primero With the Duke of Suffolk . LOVELL I must to him too , Before he go to bed . I’ll take my leave . GARDINER Not yet , Sir Thomas Lovell . What’s the matter ? It seems you are in haste . An if there be No great offense belongs to ’t , give your friend Some touch of your late business . Affairs that walk , As they say spirits do , at midnight have In them a wilder nature than the business That seeks dispatch by day . ACT 5. SC. 1 LOVELL My lord , I love you , And durst commend a secret to your ear Much weightier than this work . The Queen’s in labor — They say in great extremity — and feared She’ll with the labor end . GARDINER The fruit she goes with I pray for heartily , that it may find Good time and live ; but for the stock , Sir Thomas , I wish it grubbed up now . LOVELL Methinks I could Cry the amen , and yet my conscience says She’s a good creature and , sweet lady , does Deserve our better wishes . GARDINER But , sir , sir , Hear me , Sir Thomas . You’re a gentleman Of mine own way . I know you wise , religious ; And let me tell you , it will ne’er be well , ’Twill not , Sir Thomas Lovell , take ’t of me , Till Cranmer , Cromwell — her two hands — and she Sleep in their graves . LOVELL Now , sir , you speak of two The most remarked i’ th’ kingdom . As for Cromwell , Besides that of the Jewel House , is made Master O’ th’ Rolls and the King’s secretary ; further , sir , Stands in the gap and trade of more preferments , With which the time will load him . Th’ Archbishop Is the King’s hand and tongue , and who dare speak One syllable against him ? GARDINER Yes , yes , Sir Thomas , There are that dare , and I myself have ventured To speak my mind of him . And indeed this day , Sir — I may tell it you , I think — I have Incensed the lords o’ th’ Council that he is — For so I know he is , they know he is — ACT 5. SC. 1 A most arch heretic , a pestilence That does infect the land ; with which they , moved , Have broken with the King , who hath so far Given ear to our complaint , of his great grace And princely care foreseeing those fell mischiefs Our reasons laid before him , hath commanded Tomorrow morning to the Council board He be convented . He’s a rank weed , Sir Thomas , And we must root him out . From your affairs I hinder you too long . Goodnight , Sir Thomas . LOVELL Many good nights , my lord . I rest your servant . Gardiner and Page exit . Enter King and Suffolk . KING Charles , I will play no more tonight . My mind’s not on ’t ; you are too hard for me . SUFFOLK Sir , I did never win of you before . KING But little , Charles , Nor shall not when my fancy’s on my play . — Now , Lovell , from the Queen what is the news ? LOVELL I could not personally deliver to her What you commanded me , but by her woman I sent your message , who returned her thanks In the great’st humbleness , and desired your Highness Most heartily to pray for her . KING What sayst thou , ha ? To pray for her ? What , is she crying out ? LOVELL So said her woman , and that her suff’rance made Almost each pang a death . KING Alas , good lady ! SUFFOLK God safely quit her of her burden , and ACT 5. SC. 1 With gentle travail , to the gladding of Your Highness with an heir ! KING ’Tis midnight , Charles . Prithee , to bed , and in thy prayers remember Th’ estate of my poor queen . Leave me alone , For I must think of that which company Would not be friendly to . SUFFOLK I wish your Highness A quiet night , and my good mistress will Remember in my prayers . KING Charles , good night . Suffolk exits . Enter Sir Anthony Denny . Well , sir , what follows ? DENNY Sir , I have brought my lord the Archbishop , As you commanded me . KING Ha ! Canterbury ? DENNY Ay , my good lord . KING ’Tis true . Where is he , Denny ? DENNY He attends your Highness’ pleasure . KING Bring him to us . Denny exits . LOVELL , aside This is about that which the Bishop spake . I am happily come hither . Enter Cranmer and Denny . KING Avoid the gallery . Lovell seems to stay . Ha ! I have said . Be gone ! What ! Lovell and Denny exit . ACT 5. SC. 1 CRANMER , aside I am fearful . Wherefore frowns he thus ? ’Tis his aspect of terror . All’s not well . KING How now , my lord ? You do desire to know Wherefore I sent for you . CRANMER , kneeling It is my duty T’ attend your Highness’ pleasure . KING Pray you arise , My good and gracious Lord of Canterbury . Come , you and I must walk a turn together . I have news to tell you . Come , come , give me your hand . Cranmer rises . Ah , my good lord , I grieve at what I speak , And am right sorry to repeat what follows . I have , and most unwillingly , of late Heard many grievous — I do say , my lord , Grievous — complaints of you , which , being considered , Have moved us and our Council that you shall This morning come before us , where I know You cannot with such freedom purge yourself But that , till further trial in those charges Which will require your answer , you must take Your patience to you and be well contented To make your house our Tower . You a brother of us , It fits we thus proceed , or else no witness Would come against you . CRANMER , kneeling I humbly thank your Highness , And am right glad to catch this good occasion Most throughly to be winnowed , where my chaff And corn shall fly asunder . For I know There’s none stands under more calumnious tongues Than I myself , poor man . KING Stand up , good Canterbury ! Thy truth and thy integrity is rooted ACT 5. SC. 1 In us , thy friend . Give me thy hand . Stand up . Cranmer rises . Prithee , let’s walk . Now by my halidom , What manner of man are you ? My lord , I looked You would have given me your petition that I should have ta’en some pains to bring together Yourself and your accusers and to have heard you Without endurance further . CRANMER Most dread liege , The good I stand on is my truth and honesty . If they shall fail , I with mine enemies Will triumph o’er my person , which I weigh not , Being of those virtues vacant . I fear nothing What can be said against me . KING Know you not How your state stands i’ th’ world , with the whole world ? Your enemies are many and not small ; their practices Must bear the same proportion , and not ever The justice and the truth o’ th’ question carries The due o’ th’ verdict with it . At what ease Might corrupt minds procure knaves as corrupt To swear against you ? Such things have been done . You are potently opposed , and with a malice Of as great size . Ween you of better luck , I mean in perjured witness , than your master , Whose minister you are , whiles here he lived Upon this naughty earth ? Go to , go to . You take a precipice for no leap of danger And woo your own destruction . CRANMER God and your Majesty Protect mine innocence , or I fall into The trap is laid for me . KING Be of good cheer . They shall no more prevail than we give way to . ACT 5. SC. 1 Keep comfort to you , and this morning see You do appear before them . If they shall chance , In charging you with matters , to commit you , The best persuasions to the contrary Fail not to use , and with what vehemency Th’ occasion shall instruct you . If entreaties Will render you no remedy , this ring Deliver them , and your appeal to us There make before them . He gives Cranmer a ring . Aside . Look , the good man weeps ! He’s honest , on mine honor ! God’s blest mother , I swear he is truehearted , and a soul None better in my kingdom . — Get you gone , And do as I have bid you . Cranmer exits . He has strangled His language in his tears . LOVELL ( within ) Come back ! What mean you ? Enter Old Lady , followed by Lovell . OLD LADY I’ll not come back ! The tidings that I bring Will make my boldness manners . — Now , good angels Fly o’er thy royal head and shade thy person Under their blessèd wings ! KING Now by thy looks I guess thy message . Is the Queen delivered ? Say Ay , and of a boy . OLD LADY Ay , ay , my liege , And of a lovely boy . The God of heaven Both now and ever bless her ! ’Tis a girl Promises boys hereafter . Sir , your queen Desires your visitation , and to be Acquainted with this stranger . ’Tis as like you As cherry is to cherry . ACT 5. SC. 2 KING Lovell . LOVELL Sir . KING Give her an hundred marks . I’ll to the Queen . King exits . OLD LADY An hundred marks ? By this light , I’ll ha’ more . An ordinary groom is for such payment . I will have more or scold it out of him . Said I for this the girl was like to him ? I’ll have more or else unsay ’t . And now , While ’tis hot , I’ll put it to the issue . Old Lady exits , with Lovell . Scene 2 Enter Cranmer , Archbishop of Canterbury . ( Pages , Footboys , Grooms , and other servants attend at the Council door . ) CRANMER I hope I am not too late , and yet the gentleman That was sent to me from the Council prayed me To make great haste . He tries the door . All fast ? What means this ? Ho ! Who waits there ? Enter Keeper . Sure you know me ! KEEPER Yes , my lord , But yet I cannot help you . CRANMER Why ? KEEPER Your Grace must wait till you be called for . CRANMER So . ACT 5. SC. 2 Enter Doctor Butts . BUTTS , aside This is a piece of malice . I am glad I came this way so happily . The King Shall understand it presently . Butts exits . CRANMER , aside ’Tis Butts , The King’s physician . As he passed along How earnestly he cast his eyes upon me ! Pray heaven he sound not my disgrace . For certain This is of purpose laid by some that hate me — God turn their hearts ! I never sought their malice — To quench mine honor . They would shame to make me Wait else at door , a fellow councillor , ’Mong boys , grooms , and lackeys . But their pleasures Must be fulfilled , and I attend with patience . Enter the King and Butts at a window above . BUTTS I’ll show your Grace the strangest sight . KING What’s that , Butts ? BUTTS I think your Highness saw this many a day . KING Body o’ me , where is it ? BUTTS There , my lord : The high promotion of his Grace of Canterbury , Who holds his state at door , ’mongst pursuivants , Pages , and footboys . KING Ha ! ’Tis he indeed . Is this the honor they do one another ? ’Tis well there’s one above ’em yet . I had thought They had parted so much honesty among ’em — At least good manners — as not thus to suffer ACT 5. SC. 2 A man of his place , and so near our favor , To dance attendance on their Lordships’ pleasures , And at the door , too , like a post with packets . By holy Mary , Butts , there’s knavery ! Let ’em alone , and draw the curtain close . We shall hear more anon . They draw the curtain . A council table brought in with chairs and stools and placed under the state . Enter Lord Chancellor , places himself at the upper end of the table on the left hand , a seat being left void above him , as for Canterbury’s seat . Duke of Suffolk , Duke of Norfolk , Surrey , Lord Chamberlain , Gardiner seat themselves in order on each side , Cromwell at lower end as secretary . CHANCELLOR Speak to the business , Master Secretary . Why are we met in council ? CROMWELL Please your honors , The chief cause concerns his Grace of Canterbury . GARDINER Has he had knowledge of it ? CROMWELL Yes . NORFOLK , to Keeper Who waits there ? KEEPER Without , my noble lords ? GARDINER Yes . KEEPER My lord Archbishop , And has done half an hour , to know your pleasures . CHANCELLOR Let him come in . KEEPER , at door Your Grace may enter now . Cranmer approaches the council table . CHANCELLOR My good lord Archbishop , I’m very sorry To sit here at this present and behold That chair stand empty . But we all are men , ACT 5. SC. 2 In our own natures frail , and capable Of our flesh — few are angels — out of which frailty And want of wisdom you , that best should teach us , Have misdemeaned yourself , and not a little , Toward the King first , then his laws , in filling The whole realm , by your teaching and your chaplains’ — For so we are informed — with new opinions , Divers and dangerous , which are heresies And , not reformed , may prove pernicious . GARDINER Which reformation must be sudden too , My noble lords ; for those that tame wild horses Pace ’em not in their hands to make ’em gentle , But stop their mouths with stubborn bits , and spur ’em Till they obey the manage . If we suffer , Out of our easiness and childish pity To one man’s honor , this contagious sickness , Farewell , all physic . And what follows then ? Commotions , uproars , with a general taint Of the whole state , as of late days our neighbors , The upper Germany , can dearly witness , Yet freshly pitied in our memories . CRANMER My good lords , hitherto , in all the progress Both of my life and office , I have labored , And with no little study , that my teaching And the strong course of my authority Might go one way and safely ; and the end Was ever to do well . Nor is there living — I speak it with a single heart , my lords — A man that more detests , more stirs against , Both in his private conscience and his place , Defacers of a public peace than I do . Pray heaven the King may never find a heart ACT 5. SC. 2 With less allegiance in it ! Men that make Envy and crookèd malice nourishment Dare bite the best . I do beseech your Lordships That , in this case of justice , my accusers , Be what they will , may stand forth face to face And freely urge against me . SUFFOLK Nay , my lord , That cannot be . You are a councillor , And by that virtue no man dare accuse you . GARDINER My lord , because we have business of more moment , We will be short with you . ’Tis his Highness’ pleasure , And our consent , for better trial of you From hence you be committed to the Tower , Where , being but a private man again , You shall know many dare accuse you boldly — More than , I fear , you are provided for . CRANMER Ah , my good Lord of Winchester , I thank you . You are always my good friend . If your will pass , I shall both find your Lordship judge and juror , You are so merciful . I see your end : ’Tis my undoing . Love and meekness , lord , Become a churchman better than ambition . Win straying souls with modesty again ; Cast none away . That I shall clear myself , Lay all the weight you can upon my patience , I make as little doubt as you do conscience In doing daily wrongs . I could say more , But reverence to your calling makes me modest . GARDINER My lord , my lord , you are a sectary . That’s the plain truth . Your painted gloss discovers , To men that understand you , words and weakness . ACT 5. SC. 2 CROMWELL My Lord of Winchester , you’re a little , By your good favor , too sharp . Men so noble , However faulty , yet should find respect For what they have been . ’Tis a cruelty To load a falling man . GARDINER Good Master Secretary — I cry your Honor mercy — you may worst Of all this table say so . CROMWELL Why , my lord ? GARDINER Do not I know you for a favorer Of this new sect ? You are not sound . CROMWELL Not sound ? GARDINER Not sound , I say . CROMWELL Would you were half so honest ! Men’s prayers then would seek you , not their fears . GARDINER I shall remember this bold language . CROMWELL Do . Remember your bold life too . CHANCELLOR This is too much ! Forbear , for shame , my lords . GARDINER I have done . CROMWELL And I . CHANCELLOR , to Cranmer Then thus for you , my lord : it stands agreed , I take it , by all voices , that forthwith You be conveyed to th’ Tower a prisoner , There to remain till the King’s further pleasure Be known unto us . — Are you all agreed , lords ? ALL We are . CRANMER Is there no other way of mercy But I must needs to th’ Tower , my lords ? ACT 5. SC. 2 GARDINER What other Would you expect ? You are strangely troublesome . Let some o’ th’ guard be ready there . Enter the Guard . CRANMER For me ? Must I go like a traitor thither ? GARDINER Receive him , And see him safe i’ th’ Tower . CRANMER Stay , good my lords , I have a little yet to say . Look there , my lords . He holds out the ring . By virtue of that ring , I take my cause Out of the grips of cruel men and give it To a most noble judge , the King my master . CHAMBERLAIN This is the King’s ring . SURREY ’Tis no counterfeit . SUFFOLK ’Tis the right ring , by heaven ! I told you all , When we first put this dangerous stone a-rolling , ’Twould fall upon ourselves . NORFOLK Do you think , my lords , The King will suffer but the little finger Of this man to be vexed ? CHAMBERLAIN ’Tis now too certain . How much more is his life in value with him ! Would I were fairly out on ’t ! CROMWELL My mind gave me , In seeking tales and informations Against this man , whose honesty the devil And his disciples only envy at , You blew the fire that burns you . Now , have at you ! Enter King , frowning on them ; takes his seat . ACT 5. SC. 2 GARDINER Dread sovereign , how much are we bound to heaven In daily thanks , that gave us such a prince , Not only good and wise , but most religious ; One that in all obedience makes the Church The chief aim of his honor , and to strengthen That holy duty out of dear respect , His royal self in judgment comes to hear The cause betwixt her and this great offender . KING You were ever good at sudden commendations , Bishop of Winchester . But know I come not To hear such flattery now , and in my presence They are too thin and base to hide offenses . To me you cannot reach . You play the spaniel , And think with wagging of your tongue to win me ; But whatsoe’er thou tak’st me for , I’m sure Thou hast a cruel nature and a bloody . — Good man , sit down . Cranmer takes his seat . Now let me see the proudest He , that dares most , but wag his finger at thee . By all that’s holy , he had better starve Than but once think this place becomes thee not . SURREY May it please your Grace — KING No , sir , it does not please me . I had thought I had had men of some understanding And wisdom of my Council , but I find none . Was it discretion , lords , to let this man , This good man — few of you deserve that title — This honest man , wait like a lousy footboy At chamber door ? And one as great as you are ? Why , what a shame was this ! Did my commission Bid you so far forget yourselves ? I gave you Power as he was a councillor to try him , ACT 5. SC. 2 Not as a groom . There’s some of you , I see , More out of malice than integrity , Would try him to the utmost , had you mean , Which you shall never have while I live . CHANCELLOR Thus far , My most dread sovereign , may it like your Grace To let my tongue excuse all . What was purposed Concerning his imprisonment was rather , If there be faith in men , meant for his trial And fair purgation to the world than malice , I’m sure , in me . KING Well , well , my lords , respect him . Take him , and use him well ; he’s worthy of it . I will say thus much for him : if a prince May be beholding to a subject , I Am , for his love and service , so to him . Make me no more ado , but all embrace him . Be friends , for shame , my lords . They embrace Cranmer . My Lord of Canterbury , I have a suit which you must not deny me : That is , a fair young maid that yet wants baptism . You must be godfather and answer for her . CRANMER The greatest monarch now alive may glory In such an honor . How may I deserve it , That am a poor and humble subject to you ? KING Come , come , my lord , you’d spare your spoons . You shall have two noble partners with you : the old Duchess of Norfolk and Lady Marquess Dorset . Will these please you ? — Once more , my lord of Winchester , I charge you , Embrace and love this man . GARDINER With a true heart And brother-love I do it . He embraces Cranmer . ACT 5. SC. 3 CRANMER , weeping And let heaven Witness how dear I hold this confirmation . KING Good man , those joyful tears show thy true heart . The common voice , I see , is verified Of thee , which says thus : Do my Lord of Canterbury A shrewd turn , and he’s your friend forever . — Come , lords , we trifle time away . I long To have this young one made a Christian . As I have made you one , lords , one remain . So I grow stronger , you more honor gain . They exit . Scene 3 Noise and tumult within . Enter Porter and his Man , carrying cudgels . PORTER You’ll leave your noise anon , you rascals ! Do you take the court for Parish Garden ? You rude slaves , leave your gaping ! ONE , ( within ) Good Master Porter , I belong to th’ larder . PORTER Belong to th’ gallows and be hanged , you rogue ! Is this a place to roar in ? — Fetch me a dozen crab-tree staves , and strong ones . These are but switches to ’em . — I’ll scratch your heads ! You must be seeing christenings ? Do you look for ale and cakes here , you rude rascals ? PORTER’S MAN Pray , sir , be patient . ’Tis as much impossible — Unless we sweep ’em from the door with cannons — To scatter ’em as ’tis to make ’em sleep On May Day morning , which will never be . We may as well push against Paul’s as stir ’em . PORTER How got they in , and be hanged ? ACT 5. SC. 3 PORTER’S MAN Alas , I know not . How gets the tide in ? As much as one sound cudgel of four foot — You see the poor remainder — could distribute , I made no spare , sir . PORTER You did nothing , sir . PORTER’S MAN I am not Samson , nor Sir Guy , nor Colbrand , To mow ’em down before me ; but if I spared any That had a head to hit , either young or old , He or she , cuckold or cuckold-maker , Let me ne’er hope to see a chine again — And that I would not for a cow , God save her ! ONE , ( within ) Do you hear , Master Porter ? PORTER I shall be with you presently , good master puppy . — Keep the door close , sirrah . PORTER’S MAN What would you have me do ? PORTER What should you do but knock ’em down by th’ dozens ? Is this Moorfields to muster in ? Or have we some strange Indian with the great tool come to court , the women so besiege us ? Bless me , what a fry of fornication is at door ! On my Christian conscience , this one christening will beget a thousand ; here will be father , godfather , and all together . PORTER’S MAN The spoons will be the bigger , sir . There is a fellow somewhat near the door — he should be a brazier by his face , for , o’ my conscience , twenty of the dog days now reign in ’s nose . All that stand about him are under the line ; they need no other penance . That fire-drake did I hit three times on the head , and three times was his nose discharged against me . He stands there like a mortar-piece , to blow us . There was a haberdasher’s wife of small wit near him that railed upon me till her pinked porringer fell off her head for kindling such a combustion in the state . I missed the meteor once ACT 5. SC. 3 and hit that woman , who cried out Clubs ! when I might see from far some forty truncheoners draw to her succor , which were the hope o’ th’ Strand , where she was quartered . They fell on ; I made good my place . At length they came to th’ broomstaff to me ; I defied ’em still , when suddenly a file of boys behind ’em , loose shot , delivered such a shower of pibbles that I was fain to draw mine honor in and let ’em win the work . The devil was amongst ’em , I think , surely . PORTER These are the youths that thunder at a playhouse and fight for bitten apples , that no audience but the tribulation of Tower Hill or the limbs of Limehouse , their dear brothers , are able to endure . I have some of ’em in Limbo Patrum , and there they are like to dance these three days , besides the running banquet of two beadles that is to come . Enter Lord Chamberlain . CHAMBERLAIN Mercy o’ me , what a multitude are here ! They grow still too . From all parts they are coming , As if we kept a fair here ! Where are these porters , These lazy knaves ? — You’ve made a fine hand , fellows ! There’s a trim rabble let in . Are all these Your faithful friends o’ th’ suburbs ? We shall have Great store of room , no doubt , left for the ladies , When they pass back from the christening ! PORTER An ’t please your Honor , We are but men , and what so many may do , Not being torn a-pieces , we have done . An army cannot rule ’em . CHAMBERLAIN As I live , If the King blame me for ’t , I’ll lay you all By th’ heels , and suddenly , and on your heads ACT 5. SC. 4 Clap round fines for neglect . You’re lazy knaves , And here you lie baiting of bombards , when You should do service . Trumpets . Hark , the trumpets sound ! They’re come already from the christening . Go break among the press , and find a way out To let the troop pass fairly , or I’ll find A Marshalsea shall hold you play these two months . PORTER Make way there for the Princess ! PORTER’S MAN You great fellow , Stand close up , or I’ll make your head ache . PORTER You i’ th’ camlet , get up o’ th’ rail ! I’ll peck you o’er the pales else . They exit . Scene 4 Enter Trumpets , sounding . Then two Aldermen , Lord Mayor , Garter , Cranmer , Duke of Norfolk with his marshal’s staff , Duke of Suffolk , two Noblemen bearing great standing bowls for the christening gifts ; then four Noblemen bearing a canopy , under which the Duchess of Norfolk , godmother , bearing the child richly habited in a mantle , etc. , train borne by a Lady . Then follows the Marchioness Dorset , the other godmother , and Ladies . The troop pass once about the stage , and Garter speaks . GARTER Heaven , from thy endless goodness , send prosperous life , long , and ever happy , to the high and mighty princess of England , Elizabeth . Flourish . Enter King and Guard . CRANMER , kneeling And to your royal Grace and the good queen , ACT 5. SC. 4 My noble partners and myself thus pray All comfort , joy , in this most gracious lady Heaven ever laid up to make parents happy May hourly fall upon you ! KING Thank you , good lord Archbishop . What is her name ? CRANMER Elizabeth . KING Stand up , lord . Cranmer stands . With this kiss take my blessing . King kisses infant . God protect thee , Into whose hand I give thy life . CRANMER Amen . KING , to the two godmothers My noble gossips , you’ve been too prodigal . I thank you heartily ; so shall this lady When she has so much English . CRANMER Let me speak , sir , For heaven now bids me ; and the words I utter Let none think flattery , for they’ll find ’em truth . This royal infant — heaven still move about her ! — Though in her cradle , yet now promises Upon this land a thousand thousand blessings , Which time shall bring to ripeness . She shall be — But few now living can behold that goodness — A pattern to all princes living with her And all that shall succeed . Saba was never More covetous of wisdom and fair virtue Than this pure soul shall be . All princely graces That mold up such a mighty piece as this is , With all the virtues that attend the good , Shall still be doubled on her . Truth shall nurse her ; Holy and heavenly thoughts still counsel her . She shall be loved and feared . Her own shall bless her ; Her foes shake like a field of beaten corn ACT 5. SC. 4 And hang their heads with sorrow . Good grows with her . In her days every man shall eat in safety Under his own vine what he plants and sing The merry songs of peace to all his neighbors . God shall be truly known , and those about her From her shall read the perfect ways of honor And by those claim their greatness , not by blood . Nor shall this peace sleep with her ; but , as when The bird of wonder dies , the maiden phoenix , Her ashes new create another heir As great in admiration as herself , So shall she leave her blessedness to one , When heaven shall call her from this cloud of darkness , Who from the sacred ashes of her honor Shall starlike rise as great in fame as she was And so stand fixed . Peace , plenty , love , truth , terror , That were the servants to this chosen infant , Shall then be his , and like a vine grow to him . Wherever the bright sun of heaven shall shine , His honor and the greatness of his name Shall be , and make new nations . He shall flourish , And like a mountain cedar reach his branches To all the plains about him . Our children’s children Shall see this and bless heaven . KING Thou speakest wonders . CRANMER She shall be to the happiness of England An agèd princess ; many days shall see her , And yet no day without a deed to crown it . Would I had known no more ! But she must die , She must , the saints must have her ; yet a virgin , A most unspotted lily , shall she pass To th’ ground , and all the world shall mourn her . ACT 5. SC. 4 KING O lord Archbishop , Thou hast made me now a man . Never before This happy child did I get anything . This oracle of comfort has so pleased me That when I am in heaven I shall desire To see what this child does and praise my Maker . — I thank you all . — To you , my good lord mayor And you , good brethren , I am much beholding . I have received much honor by your presence , And you shall find me thankful . Lead the way , lords . You must all see the Queen , and she must thank you ; She will be sick else . This day , no man think ’Has business at his house , for all shall stay . This little one shall make it holiday . They exit . EPILOGUE Enter Epilogue . EPILOGUE ’Tis ten to one this play can never please All that are here . Some come to take their ease And sleep an act or two — but those , we fear , We’ve frighted with our trumpets ; so , ’tis clear , They’ll say ’tis naught — others , to hear the city Abused extremely and to cry That’s witty ! — Which we have not done neither — that I fear All the expected good we’re like to hear For this play at this time is only in The merciful construction of good women , For such a one we showed ’em . If they smile And say ’twill do , I know within a while All the best men are ours ; for ’tis ill hap If they hold when their ladies bid ’em clap . He exits . all or part of a full metrical line all or part of a prose speech a short line which cannot be joined with other lines to form a full metrical line, or which may not be definitively identified asverse or prose editorial emendation