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More than to Richmond? for the self-same heaven, | Inspire us with the spleen of fiery dragons!
Nor. Arm, arm, my lord; the foe vaunts in the field. [horse ;K. Rich. Come, bustle, bustle ;-Caparison my Call lord Stanley, bid him bring his power :up I will lead forth my soldiers to the plain, And thus my battle shall be ordered. My foreward shall be drawn out all in length, Consisting equally of horse and foot; Our archers shall be placed in the midst: John duke of Norfolk, Thomas earl of Surrey, Shall have the leading of this foot and horse. They thus directed, we ourself will follow In the main battle; whose puissance on either side Shall be well winged with our chiefest horse. This, and Saint George to boot!-What think'st thou, Norfolk?
Nor. A good direction, warlike sovereign.This found I on my tent this morning.
(Giving a scroll.) K.Rich. (Reads.) Jocky of Norfolk, be not too bold, For Dickon thy master is bought and sold. A thing devised by the enemy. Go, gentlemen, every man unto his charge: Let not our babbling dreams afright our souls; Conscience is but a word that cowards use, Devis'd at first to keep the strong in awe; Our strong arms be our conscience, swords our law. March on, join bravely, let us to't pell-mell; If not to heaven, then hand in hand to hell.
What shall I say more than I have infer'd? Remember whom you are to cope withal ;A sort of vagabonds, rascals, and run-aways, A scum of Bretagnes, and base lackey peasants, Whom their o'er-cloy'd country vomits forth To desperate ventures and assur'd destruction. You sleeping safe, they bring you to unrest; You having lands, and bless'd with beauteous wives, They would restrain the one, distain the other. And who doth lead them, but a paltry fellow, Long kept in Bretagne at our mother's cost? A milk-sop, one that never in his life Felt so much cold as over shoes in snow? Let's whip these stragglers o'er the seas again; Lash hence these over-weening rags of France, These famish'd beggars, weary of their lives; Who, but for dreaming on this fond exploit, For want of means, poor rats, had hang'd them
If we be conquer'd, let men conquer us,
And, on record, left them the heirs of shame.
What says lord Stanley? will he bring his power?
K. Rich. A thousand hearts are great within my
Advance our standards, set upon our foes;
[Exeunt. Alarums. Enter King RICHARD and RICHMOND; and exeunt, fighting. Retreat, and flourish. Then enter RICHMOND, STANLEY bearing the crown, with divers other Lords, and Forces.
Richm. God, and your arms, be prais'd, victoThe day is ours, the bloody dog is dead. rious friends;
Stan. Courageous Richmond, well hast thou ac-
Lo, here, this long-usurped royalty,
Richm. Great God of heaven, say, amen, to all!— But, tell me first, is young George Stanley living?
Whither, if it please you, we may now withdraw
Smile heaven upon this fair conjunction,
KING HENRY THE EIGHTH. CARDINAL WOLSEY.
DUKE OF NORFOLK.
DUKE OF BUCKINGHAM,
DUKE OF SUFFOLK.
EARL OF SURREY.
CAPUCIUS, Ambassador from the Emperor, Charles V. Garter, King at Arms.
CRANMER, Archbishop of Canterbury.
GARDINER, Bishop of Winchester.
BISHOP OF LINCOLN.
SIR HENRY GUILDFORD.
Act IV. Scene 2
GRIFFITH, Gentleman-Usher to Queen Katharine.
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 shew 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 deceiv'd: for, gentle hearers, know, To rank our chosen truth with such a shew As fool and fight is, beside forfeiting Our own brains, and the opinion that we bring, (To make that only true we now intend,) Will leave us never an understanding friend. Therefore, for goodness' sake, and as you are known The first and happiest hearers of the town,
Surveyor to the Duke of Buckingham.
Page to Gardiner.
QUEEN KATHARINE, Wife to King Henry, afterwards divorced.
ANNE BULLEN, her Maid of Honour, afterwards Queen.
An old Lady, Friend to Anne Bullen. PATIENCE, Woman to Queen Katharine.
Several Lords and Ladies in the Dumb Shows; Women attending upon the Queen; Spirits which appear to her; Scribes, Officers, Guards, and other Attendants.
KING HENRY VIII.
'Twixt Guynes and Arde:
Such a compounded one?
Then you lost
The noble spirits to arms, they did perform
Who should attend on him? He makes up the file
Who did guide, I mean, who set the body and the limbs Of this great sport together, as you guess? Nor. One, certes, that promises no element In such a business.
I do know
A most poor issue?
Grievingly I think,
O, you go far.
Which is budded out; For France hath flaw'd the league, and hath attach'd Our merchants' goods at Bourdeaux.
Is it therefore
Buck. The devil speed him! no man's pie is free'd
'Like it your grace, The state takes notice of the private difference Betwixt you and the cardinal. I advise you, (And take it from a heart, that wishes towards you Honour and plenteous safety,) that you read The cardinal's malice and his potency Together to consider further, that What his high hatred would effect, wants not A minister in his power: You know his nature, That he's revengeful; and I know, his sword Hath a sharp edge: it's long, and, it 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.
There's in him stuff, that puts him to these ends:
I cannot tell
Why the devil,
Upon this French going out, took he upon him,
Wol. The duke of Buckingham's surveyor? ha? Where's his examination?
Wol. Is he in person ready? 1 Secr.
Ay, please your grace. Wol. Well, we shall then know more; and Buckingham Shall lessen this big look.
Here, so please you.
[Exeunt Wolsey, and Train. Buck. This butcher's cur is venom-mouth'd, and I Have not the power to muzzle him; therefore, best Not wake him in his slumber. A beggar's book Out-worths a noble's blood.
What, are you chaf'd? Nor. Ask God for temperance; that's the appliance only, Which your disease requires.
I read in his looks
Matter against me; and his
Stay, my lord, Nor. 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
I'll to the king; And from a mouth of honour quite cry down This Ipswich fellow's insolence; or proclaim, There's difference in no persons.
Be advis'd; Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot, That it do singe yourself: We may outrun, By violent swiftness, that which we run at, And lose by over-running. Know you not, The fire, that mounts the liquor till it run o'er, In seeming to augment it, wastes it? Be advis'd: 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.
As shore of rock. Attend. This holy fox,
'Faith, and so it did.
Buck. Pray, give me favour, sir. This cunning cardinal
The articles o'the combination drew,
As himself pleas'd; and they were ratified,
As give a crutch to the dead: But our count-cardinal
Has done this, and 'tis well; for worthy Wolsey,
I am sorry To hear this of him; and could wish, he were Something mistaken in't.
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. Bran. Your office, sergeant; execute it.
Tongues spit their duties out, and cold hearts freeze
There is no primer business.
By my life,
And for me,
I have no farther gone in this, than by
This is against our pleasure. Wol.
To cope malicious censurers; which ever,
In fear our motion will be mock'd or oarp'd at,
Things, done well, And with a care, exempt themselves from fear: Things, done without example, in their issue Are to be fear'd. Have you a precedent Of this commission? I believe, not any. We must not rend our subjects from our laws, And stick them in our will. Sixth part of each? A trembling contribution! Why, we take, From every tree, lop, bark, and part o'the timber; And, though we leave it with a root, thus hack'd, The air will drink the sap. To every county, Where this is question'd, send our letters, with Free pardon to each man that has denied The force of this commission: Pray, look to't; I put it to your care. Wol.
A word with you.
(To the Secretary.) Let there be letters writ to every shire, Of the king's grace and pardon. The griev'd com
Hardly conceive of me; let it be nois'd,
It grieves many: The gentleman is learn'd, and a most rare speaker, To nature none more bound; his training such, That he may furnish and instruct great teachers, And never seek for aid out of himself. Yet see,
When these so noble benefits shall prove
Not well dispos'd, the mind growing once corrupt,
Wol. Stand forth; and with bold spirit relate what
Most like a careful subject, have collected Out of the duke of Buckingham.
Surv. First, it was usual with him, every day It would infect his speech, That if the king Should without issue die, he'd carry it so To make the sceptre his: These very words I have heard him utter to his son-in-law, Lord Aberga'ny; to whom by oath he menac'd Revenge upon the cardinal.
Wol. 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.
Q. Kath. My learn'd lord cardinal, Deliver all with charity.
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?
Surv. He was brought to this By a vain prophecy of Nicholas Hopkins. K. Hen. What was that Hopkins? Surv. Sir, a Chartreux friar, His confessor; who fed him every minute With words of sovereignty.