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'Tis well, there's one above them yet. I had Gar. My lord, because we have business of thought
more moment, They had parted so much honesty among them, We will be short with you. 'Tis his highness' (At least, good manners,) as not thus to suffer
pleasure, A man of his place, and so near our favour, And our consent, for better trial of yon, To dance attendance on their lordships' pleasures, From hence you be committed to the Tower; And at the door, too, like a post with packets. Where, being but a private mau again, By hols Mary, Butis, there's knavery:
You shall know many dare accuse you boldly, Let them alone, and draw the curtain close; More than, I fear, you are provided for. (you, We shall hear more anon.
[Exeunt. Cran. Ah, my good lord of Winchester, I thank The Council-Chamber.
You are always my good friend; if your will pass, Enter the Lord Chancellor, the Duke of SUFFOLK, I shall both find your lordship judge and juror,
Earl of Surrey, Lord Chamberlain, GARDINER, You are so merciful: I see your end, and CROMWELL. The Chancellor places himself 'Tis my undoing: Love, and meekness, lord, at the upper end of the table on the left hand; a Become a churchman better than ambition ; seat being left võid above him, as for the Arch- Win straying souls with modesty again, bishop of CANTERBURY. The rest seat themselves Cast none away. That I shall clear myself, in order on each side. Cromwell at the lower Lay all the weight ye can upon my patience, end, as secretary,
I make as little doubt, as you do conscience, Chan. Speak the busivess, master secretary: In doing daily wrongs. I could say more, Why are we met in council ?
But reverence to your calling makes me modest. Crom,
Please your honours, Gar. My lord, my lord, you are a sectary, The chief cause concerns his grace of Canterbury. That's the plain truth ; your painted gloss disGar. Has he had knowledge of it?
To men that understand you, words and weakness. Nor.
Who waits there? Crom. My lord of Winchester, you are a little, D. Keep. Without, my noble lords ?
By your good favour, too sharp; men so noble, Gar.
Yes. However faulty, yet should find respect
My lord archbishop; For what they have been; 'tis a cruelty,
Good master secretary, D. Keep.
Your grace may enter now. I cry your honour mercy ; you may, worst (Cranmer approaches the council-table.) of all this table, say so. Chan. My good lord archbishop, I am very sorry
Why, my lord?
Gar. Do not I know you for a favourer
Not sound? Of oar flesh, few are angels: out of which frailty, Gar. Not sound, I say. And want of wisdom, you, that best should teach us, Crom. 'Would you were balf so honest! Have misdemean'd yourself, and not a little, Men's prayers then would seek you, not their fears. Toward the king first, then bis laws, in filling Gar. I shall remember this bold language. The whole realm, by your teaching, and your Crom.
Remember your bold life too. (For so we are inform’d,) with new opinions,
This is too much; Divers, and dangerous; which are heresies, Forbear, for shame, my lords. And, not reform d, may prove pernicions.
I have done. Gar. Which reformation must be sudden too, Crom.
And I. My noble lords: for those, that tame wild horses, Chan. Then thus for you, my lord,—It stands Pace them not in their hands to make them gentle; I take it, by all voices, that forthwith [agreed, But stop their mouths with stubborn bits, and spar You be conveyed to the Tower a prisoner; them,
There to remain, till the king's further pleasure Till they obey the manage. If we suffer
Be known unto us : Are you all agreed, lords ? (Out of our easiness, and childish pity
Al. We are. To one man's honour) this contagious sickness, Cran.
Is there no other way of mercy, Farewell, all physic: And what follows then? But I must needs to the Tower, my lords? Commotions, uproars, with a general taint
What other Of the whole state: as, of late days, our neighbours, Would you expect? You are strangely troubleThe npper Germany, can dearly witness,
Let some o'the guard be ready there. [some: Yet freshly pitied in our memories. [gress
Enter Guard. Cran. My good lords, hitherto, in all the pro Cran.
For me? Both of my life and oflice, I have labour'd, Must I go like a traitor thither? And with vo little study, that my teaching,
Receive bim, And the strong course of my authority,
And see him safe i'the Tower. Might go one way, and safely; and the end
Stay, good my lords, Was ever, to do well: nor is there living
I have a little yet to say. Look there, my lords ; (I speak it with a single heart, my lords,)
By virtue of that ring, I take my cause
Cham. This is the king's ring. 'Pray heaven, the king may never find a heart Sur.
"Tis no counterfeit. With less allegiance in it! Men, that make Suf. 'Tis the right ring, by heaven: I told ye all, "Envy, and crook'd malice, nourisbment,
When we first put this dangerous stone a rolling, Dare bite the best. I do beseech your lordships, 'Twould fall upon ourselves. That, in this case of justice, my accasers,
Do you think, my lords, Be what they will, may stand forth face to face, The king will suffer but the litile finger And freely urge against me.
of this man to be vex'd; Suf.
Nay, my lord,
'Tis now too certain : That cannot be; you are a counsellor,
How much more is his life in value with him? And, by that virtue, oo man dare acouse you. 'Would I were fairly out on't.
My mind gave me,
K. Hen. Good man, those joyful tears shew thy In seeking tales, and informations,
true heart. Against this man, (whose honesty the devil The common voice, I see, is verified And his disciples only envy at,)
Of thee, which says thus, Do my lord of Canterbury Ye blew the fire that burns ye : Now have at ye. A shrewd turn, and he is your friend for ever.
Come, lords, we trifle time away; I long Enter King, frowning on them; takes his seat.
To have this young one made a christian. Gar. Dread sovereign, how much are we bound As I have made ye one, lords, one remain; to heaven
So I grow stronger, you more honour gain. In daily thanks, that gave us such a prince;
[Eseunt. Not only good and wise, but most religious:
Scene III.-The Palace Yard.
Noise and tumult within. Enter Porter and his
Port. You'll leave your noise anon, ye rascals:
(Within.) Good master porter, I belong to the Bishop of Winchester. But know, I come not larder. To hear such flattery now, and in my presence ; Port. Belong to the gallows, and be hanged, you They are too thin and base to hide offences. rogue : Is this a place to roar in ?-Fetch me a To me you cannot reach, you play the spaniel, dozen crab-tree staves, and strong ones; these are And think with wagging of your tongue to win me; but switches to them.-I'll scratch your heads: But, whatsoe'er thou tak'st me for, I am sure You must be seeing christenings? Do you look for Thou hast a cruel nature, and a bloody.
ale and cakes here, you rude rascals. Good man, (to Cranmer) sit down. Now let me Man. Pray, sir, be patient; 'tis as muc see the proudest
possible He, that dares most, but wag his finger at thee: (Unless we sweep them from the door with cannons,) By all that's holy, he had better starve,
To scatter them, as 'tis to make them sleep Than but once think his place becomes thee not. On May-day morning; which will never be : Sur. May it please your grace,
We may as well pash against Paul's, as stir them. K. Hen.
No, sir, it does not please me. Port.' How got they in, and be hang'd? I had thought, I had had men of some under Man. Alas, I know not; How gets the tide in? standing
As inuch as one sound cudgel of four foot And wisdom, of my council ; but I find none. (Yon see the poor remainder) could distribute, Was it discretion, lords, to let this man,
I made no spare, sir. This good man, (few of you deserve that title,) Port.
You did nothing, sir. This honest man, wait like a lousy footboy
Man. I am not Samson, nor sir Gay, nor ColAt chamber-door? and one as great as you are? brand, to mow them down before me: but, if I Why, what a shame was this? Did my commission spared any, that had a head to hit, either young or Bid ye so far forget yourselves? I gave ye
old, he or she, cuckold or cuckold-maker, let me Power as he was a counsellor to try him,
never hope to see a chine again; and that I would Not as a groom ; There's some of ye, I see, uot for a cow, God save her. More out of malice than integrity,
(Within.) Do you hear, master porter ? Would try him to the utmost, had ye mean;
Port. I shall be with you presently, good master Which ye shall never have while I live.
puppy.-Keep the door close, sirrah. Chan.
Thus far, Man. What would you have me do? My most dread sovereign, may it like your grace Port. What should you do, but knock them To let my tongue excuse all. What was purpos’d down by the dozens? Is this Moorfields to master Concerning bis imprisonment, was rather in? or have we some strange Indian with the great (If there be faith in men,) meant for his trial, tool come to court, the women so besiege us? And fair purgation to the world, than malice; Bless me, what a fry of fornication is at door! Oa I am sore, in me.
my christian conscience, this one christening will K. Hen. Well, well, my lords, respect him ; | beget a thousand; here will be father, godfather, Take him, and use him well, he's worthy of it. and all together, I will say thus much for him, If a prioce
Man. The spoons will be the bigger, sir. There May be beholden to a subject, I
is a fellow somewhat near the door, he should be a Am, for his love and service, so to him.
brazier by his face, for, o'my conscience, twenty Make me no more ado, but all embrace him ; of the dog-days now reign in's nose; all that stand Be friends, for shame, my lords.—My lord of Can- about him are under the line, they need no other terbury,
penance : That fire-drake did I hit three times on I have a suit, which you must not deny me; the bead, and three times was bis nose discharged That is, a fair young maid, that yet wants baptism, against me; he stands there, like a mortar-piece, to You must be godfather, and answer for her.
There was a haberdasher's wife of Cran. The greatest monarch now alive may small wit near him, that railed upon me till her glory
pink'd porringer fell off her head, for kindling such In such an honour; How may I deserve it, a combustion in the state. I miss'd tbe meteor That am a poor and humble subject to you? once, and hit that woman, who cried ont, clubs ! K. Hen. Come, come, my lord, you'd spare when I might see from far some forty truncheoneers your spoons; you shall have
draw to her succour, which were the hope of the Two noble partners with you; the old Duchess of Strand, where she was quartered. They fell on; Norfolk,
I made good my place; at length they came to the And lady marquis Dorset; Will these please yon? broomstaff with me, I'defied them still; when sudOnce more, mylord of Winchester, I charge you, denly a file of boys behind them, loose shot, deEmbrace, and love this man,
livered such a shower of pebbles, that I was sain to Gar.
With a true heart, draw mine honour in, and let them win the work: And brother-love, I do it.
The devil was among them, I think, surely,
Port. These are the youths that thunder at a Witness, how dear I hold this confirmation.
play-house, and light for bitten apples; that no
audience but the Tribulation of Tower-bill, or the (Bat few now living can behold that goodness,) limbs of Limehouse, their dear brothers, are able A pattern to all princes, living with ber, to endure. I have some of them in Limbo Patrum, And all, that shall succeed: Sheba was never and there they are like to dance these three days; More covetous of wisdom, and fair virtue, besides the running banquet of two beadles, that is Than this pure soul shall be: all princely graces,
That mould ap such a mighty piece as this is, Enter the Lord Chamberlain.
With all the virtues that attend the good, Cham. Mercy o‘me, what a multitude are here! Shall still be doubled on her : truth shall nurse her, They grow still too, from all parts they are coming, Holy and heavenly thoughts still counsel her: As if we kept a fair here! Where are these porters, She shall be lov'd, and fear'd: Her own shall These lazy knaves ?-Ye have made a fine hand,
bless her: fellows.
Her foes shake like a field of beaten corn, There's a trim rabble let in: Are all these
And hang their heads with sorrow: Good grows Your faithful friends o'the suburbs? We shall have
with her: Great store of room, no doubt, left for the ladies, In her days, every man shall eat in safety When they pass back from the christening., Under his own vine, what he plants; and sing Port.
An't please your honour, The merry songs of peace to all his neighbours: We are but men ; and what so many may do, God shall be truly known; and those about her Not being torn a pieces, we have done :
From her shall read the perfect ways of bonour, An army cannot rule them.
And by those claim their greatness, not by blood. Chan.
As I live,
Nor shall this peace sleep with her: But as when If the king blame me for't, I'll lay ye all
The bird of wonder dies, the maiden phænix, By the heels, and suddenly ; and on your heads Her ashes new create another heir, Clap round fines, for neglect: You are lazy knaves; As great in admiration as herself; And here ye lie baiting of bumbards, when
So shall she leave her blessedness to one, Ye should do service. Hark, the trumpets sound; (When heaven shall call her from this cloud of They are come already from the christening:
darkness,) Go, break among tbe
press, and find a way out Who, from the sacred ashes of her honour, To let the troop pass fairly; or I'll find
Shall star-like rise, as great in fame as she was, A Marshalsea, shall hold you play these two And so stand fixá: Peace, plenty, love, truth, months.
terror, Port. Make way there for the princess.
That were the servants to this chosen infant, Man. You great fellow, stand" close up, or I'll Shall then be his, and like a vine grow to him ; make your head ache.
Wherever the bright sun of heaven shall shine, Port. You i'the camblet, get up o'the rail; I'll | His honour and the greatness of his name pick you o'er the pales else.
[Exeunt. Shall be, and make new nations : He shall flourish, Scene IV.-The Palace.
And, like a mountain cedar, reach bis branches
-Our cbildren's Enter trumpets, sounding; then two Aldermen, Lord To all the plains about him :
children Mayor, Garter, CRANMER, Duke of NORFOLK, Shall see this, and bless heaven. with his marshal's staff, Duke of SUFFOLK, two K. Hen.
Thou speakest wonders. Noblemen bearing great standing-bowls for the Cran. She shall be, to the happiness of England, christening gifts; then four Noblemen bearing a canopy, under which the Duchess of NORFOLK, And yet no day without a deed to crown it.
An aged princess; many days shall see her, godmother, bearing the Child, richly habited in a
'Would I had known no more! but she must die, manlle, fc. Train borne by a Lady: then follows She mast, the saints must have her ; yet a virgin, the Marchioness of Dorset, the other godmother, A most unspotted lily shall she pass and Ladies. The troop pass once about the stage, To the ground, and all the world'shall mourn her. and Garter speaks.
K. Hen. O lord archbishop, Gart. Heaven, from thy endless goodness, send, Thou hast made me now a man; pever, before prosperous life, long, and ever happy, to the high This happy child, did I get any thing: and mighty princess of England, Elizabeth! This oracle of comfort has so pleas'd me,
That, when I am in heaven, I shall desire
To see what this child does, and praise my Maker.Cran. (Kneeling.) And to your royal grace, and I thank ye all,—To you, my good lord mayor, the good queen,
And your good brethren, I am much beholden ; My noble partners, and myself, thus pray:
I have receiv'd much honour by your presence, All comfort, joy, in this most gracious lady, And ye shall find me thankful. Lead the way, Heaven ever laid up to make parents happy, May hourly fall upon ye!
Ye must all see the queen, and she must thank ye, K. Hen. Thank you, good lord archbishop; She will be sick else. This day, no man think What is her name?
He has business at his house; for all shall stay, Cran. Elizabeth,
This little one shall make it holiday. [Exeunt. K. Hen.
Stand up, lord.
[thee! All that are here: Some come to take their ease, Cran.
And sleep an act or two; but those, we fear, K. Hen. My noble gossips, ye have been too We have frighted with our trumpets ; so, 'tis clear, prodigal :
They'll say, 'tis naught: others, to hear the city I thank ye heartily; so shall this lady,
Abus'd extremely, and to cry,- that's witty! When she has so much English.
Which we have not done neither : that, I fear, Cran.
Let me speak, sir, All the expected good we are like to hear For heaven now bids me; and the words I utter For this play at this time, is only in Let none think flattery, for they'll find them truth. The merciful construction of good women; This royal infant, (heaven still move about ber!) For such a one we shew'd them: If they smile Though in her cradle, yet now promises
And say, 'twill do, I know, within a while Upon this land a thousand thousand blessings, All the best men are ours; for 'tis ill bap, W bich time shall bring to ripeness: She shall be If they hold, when their ladies bid them clap.
PERSONS REPRESENTED. PRIAM, King of Troy.
Grecian Commanders. TROILUS,
DIOMEDES, PARIS. his Sons.
THERSITES, & deformed and scurrllous Grecian. HELENUS,
ALEXANDER, Servant to Cressida. Æneas, -ANTENOR,—Trojan Commanders.
Servant to Troilus. Calchas, a Trojan Priest, taking part with the Servant to Paris. Greeks.
Servant to Diomedes.
HELEN, Wife to Menelaus.
ANDROMACHE, Wife to Hector.
CASSANDRA, Daughter to Priam, a Prophetess. MENELAUS, his Brother. ACHILLES,
CRESSIDA, Daughter to Calchas, AJAX, } Grecian Commanders.
Trojan and Greek Soldiers, and Attendants. SCENE,—Troy, and the Grecian Camp before it.
Like, or find fault; do as your pleasures are; In Troy, there lies tho scene. From isles of Now good, or bad, 'tis but the chance of war. Greece
Scene I.—Troy. Before Priam's Palace. Fraught with the ministers and instruments
Enter TROIlus armed, and PANDARUS. Of cruel war: Sixty and nine, that wore
Tro. Call here my varlet, I'll unarm again :: Their crownets regal, from the Athenian bay Why should I war without the walls of Troy, Pat forward toward Phrygia : and their vow is made, That find such cruel battle here within? To ransack Troy; within those strong immures Each Trojan, that is master of his heart, The ravish'd Helen, Menelaus' queen,
Let him to field ; Troilus, alas! hath none. With wanton Paris sleeps; and that's the quarrel. Pan. Will this geer ne'er be mended ? To Tenedos they come;
Tro. The Greeks are strong, and skilful to their And the deep-drawing barks do there disgorge
strength, Their warlike fraughtage: Now on Dardan plains Fierce to their skill, and to their fierceness valiant; The fresh and yet unbruised Greeks do pitch But I am weaker than a woman's tear, Their brave pavilions : Priam's six-gated city, Tamer than sleep, fonder than ignorance; Dardan, and Tymbria, Nias, Chetas, Trojan, Less valiant than the virgin in the night, And Antenorides, with massy staples,
And skill-less as unpractis'd infancy. And corresponsive and fulfilling bolts,
Pan. Well, I have told you enough of this : for Sperr up the sons of Troy.
my part, I'll not meddle nor make no further. He, Now expectation, tickling skittish spirits, that will have a cake out of the wheat, must tarry On one and other side, Trojan and Greek,
grinding Sets all on hazard :- And hither am I come
Tro. Have I not tarried ? A prologne arm’d,--but not in confidence
Pan. Ay, the grinding; but you must tarry the of author's pen, or actor's voice; but suited bolting Io like conditions as our argument,
Tro. Have I not tarried ?
[learening. To tell you, fair beholders, that our play
Pan. Ay, the bolting; but you must tarry the Leaps o'er the vaunt and firstlings of those broils Tro. Still have I tarried. 'Ginning in the middle; starting thence away
Pan. Ay, to the leavening: but here's yet in the To what may be digested in a play.
word-hereafter, the kneading, the making of the
cake, the heating of the oven, and the baking; nay, , As she is stubborn-chaste against all suit.
What Cressid is, what Pandar, and what we? Tro. Patience herself, what goddess e'er she be, Her bed is India; there she lies, a pearl : Doth lesser blench at sufferance than I do.
Between our Ilium, and where she resides, At Priam's royal table do I sit;
Let it be call'd the wild and wandering flood; And when fair Cressid comes into my thoughts, Ourself, the merchant; and this sailing Pandar, So, traitor! when she comes when is she Our doubtful bope, our convoy, and our bark.
thence? Pan. Well, she looked yesternight fairer than
Alarum. Enter ÆNEAS. ever I saw her look, or any woman else.
Ene. How now, prince Troilus? wherefore not Tro. I was about to tell thee,-When my heart,
(sorts, As wedged with a sigh, would rive in twain ; Tro. Because not there; This woman's answer Lest Hector or my father should perceive me,
For womanish it is to be from thence.
Æne. That Paris is return'd home, and hurt.
Troilus, by Menelaus. Pan. An ber hair were not somewhat darker than Tro. Let Paris bleed: 'tis bat a scar to scorn; Helen's, (well, go to,) there were no more com Paris is gor'd with Menelaus' horn. (Alarun.) parison between the women,-But, for my part, Æne. Hark! what good sport is out of town toshe is my kidswoman; I would not, as they term
[may.it, praise her - But I would somebody had heard Tro. Beiter at home, if would I might, were her talk yesterday, as I did. I will not dispraise But, to the sport abroad;--Are you bound thither? your sister Cassandra's wit; but
Æne. In all swift haste. Tro. 0, Pandarus! I tell thee, Pandarus,
Tro. Come, go we then together. [Exeunt. When I do tell thee, There my hopes lie drown'd,
Scene II.-The same. A Street.
Enter CRESSIDA and ALEXANDER.
Cres, Who were those went by ? Pour'st in the open ulcer of my heart
Queen Hecuba, and Helen. Her eyes, her hair, her cheeks, her gait, her voice;
Cres. And whither go they ? Handlest in thy discourse, O, that her hand,
Up to the eastern tower, In whose comparison all whites are ink,
Whose height commands as subject all the vale, Writing their own reproach; To whose soft seizure To see the battle. Hector, whose patience The cygnet's down is harsh, and spirit of sense Is, as a virtue, fix’d, to-day was mov’d: Hard as the palm of ploughman! This thou tell’st He chid Andromache, and struck his armourer; me,
And, like as there were husbandry in war, As true thou tell’st me, when I say, I love her; Before the sun rose, he was barness'd light, But saying, thus, instead of oil and balm,
And to the field goes he; where every flower Thoo lay'st in every gash that love hath given me, Did, as a prophet, weep what it foresaw The knife that made it.
In Hector's wrath, Pan. I speak no more than truth.
What was his cause of anger? Tro. Thou dost not speak so much.
Alex. The noise goes, this: There is among the Pan, 'Faith, I'll not meddle in't. Let her be as
Greeks she is : if she be fair, 'tis the better for her; an she A lord of Trojan blood, nephew to Hector; be not, she has the mends in her own hands. They call him
Ajax. Tro. Good Pandarus! How now, Pandarus?
Good; And what of him? Pan. I have had my labour for my travel : ill Alex. They say he is a very man per se, thought on of her, and ill-thought on of you: gone And stands alone. between and between, but small thanks for my Cres. So do all inen; unless they are drunk, sick, labour.
[with me? or have no legs. Tro. What, art thou angry, Pandarus ? what, Alex. This man, lady, bath robbed many beasts
Pan. Because she is kin to me, therefore she's of their particular additions ; he is as valiant as the not so fair as Helen: an she were not kin to me, lion, churlish as the bear, slow as the elephant: a she would be as fair on Friday, as Helen is on man, into whom nature hath so crowded humours, Sanday. Bat what care I? I care not, an she were
that' bis valour is crushed into folly, his folly a black-a-moor; 'tis all one to me.
sauced with discretion: there is no man hath a virTro. Say I, she is not fair ?
tue, that he hath not a glimpse of; nor any man an Pan. I do not care whether you do or no. She's attaint, but he carries sone stain of it: He is mea fool to stay behind her father ; let her to the lancholy without cause, and merry against the hair: Greeks; and so I'll tell her the next time I see her: He hath the joints of every thing; but every thing for my part, I'll meddle nor make no more in the so out of joint, that he is a gouty Briareus, many matter.
hands and no use; or purblind Argus, all eyes and Tro. Pandaras,
no sight. Pan. Not I.
Cres. But how should this man, that makes me Tro. Sweet Pandarus,-
smile, make Hector angry? Pan. Pray you, speak no more to me; I will Alex. They say, he yesterday coped Hector in leave all as I found it, and there an end.
the battle, and struck him down; the disdain and [Exit Pandarus. An alarun. shame whereof hath ever since kept Hector fasting Tro. Peace, you ungracious clamours ! peace,
Cres. Hector's a gallant man.
Alex. As may be in the world, lady.
Cres, Good morrow, uncle Pandarus.
Pan. Good morrow, cousin Cressid : What do