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Sands. No, my
Cham. Well said, my
The Nor shall not, while I have a stump.
So now you are fairly seated. --Gentlemen,
A t? Whither were you a-going?
Pass away frowning.
Sands. For my little cure,
K Cham. 0, tis true:
Till This night he makes a supper, and a great ono, Hautboys. Enter Cardinal Wolsey, attended;
and takes his state. To many lords and ladies, there will be The beauty of this kingdom, I'll assure yon.
Wol. You are welcome, my fair guests! that noble
lady Lou. That churchmau bears a bounteous mind in
The deed, Or gentleman, that is not freely merry,
Mor A hand is fruitful, as the land, that feeds us; Is not my friend. This, to confirm my welcome;
INI And to you all good health!
(Drinks. His dews fall every where.
I w Cham. No doubt, he's noble ; Sands. Your grace is noble:
ch Let me have such a bowl, may hold
thanks, He had a black mouth, that said other of him.
And save me so much talking. Sands. He may, my lord! he has wherewithal ;
Wol. My lord Sands, in him
C1 Sparing would show a worse sin, than ill doctrine. I am beholden to you : cheer your neighbours. –
The Men of his way should be most liberal; Ladies, you are not merry; - gentlemen,
Fin Whose fault is this? They are set here for examples.
TE Sands. The red wine first must rise Cham. True, they are so;
By But few now give so great ones. My barge stays ;
In their fair cheeks, my lord; then we shall have them Your lordship shall along:--- Come, good sir Thomas, Anne. You are a merry gamester,
Talk us to silence.
My lord Sands.
Sands. Yes, if I make my play.
1 Sands. I am your lordship’s.
(Eseunt. For 'tis to such a thing,
Here's to your ladyship: and pledge it, madan, SCENE IV. - The presence-chamber in Yorkplace. Anne. You cannot show me.
T Hautboys. A small table under a state for the Sands. I told your grace, they would talk anon, Pc Cardinal, o longer table for the guests.
C at one door Anne BULLEN, and divers Lords, Lan dies, and Gentlewomen, as guests; at another Wol. What's that?
discharged. door enter Sir Henny GUILDFORD.
T Cham. Look out there, some of you! Guild. Ladies, a general welcome from his grace Salutes ye all. This night he dedicates
Wol. What warlike voice?
I To fair content, and you: none here, he hopes,
And to what end is this?
L One care abroad; he would have all as merry,
Cham. How now? what is't?
And hither make, as great ambassadors Clapp'd wings to me,
From foreign princes.
Wol. Good lord chamberlain,
Go, give them welcome, you can speak the Fteach Should find a running banquet, ere they rested,
tongue; I think, would better please them. By my life,
And, pray, receive them pobly, and conduct them They are a sweet society of fair ones.
Into our presence, where this heaven of beauty,
Shall shine at full upon them!
[Exit Chamberlain, attended. All arise, Sands. I would, I were,
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!
lain. They pass directly before the Cardinal, and My lord Sands, you are one, will keep them waking; gracefully salute him. Pray, sit between these ladies !
A noble company! what are their pleasures ?
Cham. Because they speak no English, thus they
of this so voble and so fair assembly, If I chance to talk a little wild, forgive me! This night to meet here, they could do no less
, I had it from my father.
Out of the great respect, they bear to beauty,
But leave their flocks, and, under your fair conduct,
An hour of revels with them.
(Exit a Servane. Nay, ladies, fear not!
Some attend him.
They have done my poor house grace ; for which | 2 Gent. I am sorry for't.
1 Gent. So are a number more.
Came to the bar; where, to his accusations,
The king's attorney, on the contrary,
Urg'd on the examinations, proofs, confessions
Sir Gilbert Peck his chancellor, and John Court,
Confessor to him, with that devil-monk,
Hopkins, that made this mischief.
That fed him with his prophecies?
1 Gent. The same.
Would have flung from him, but, indeed, he could not:
He spoke, and learnedly, for life; but all
His knell rumg out, his judgment, he was stirr'd
With such an agony, he sweat extremely,
And something spoke in choler, ill, and hasty:
2 Gent. I do not think, he fears death,
Ho may a little grieve at
2 Gent. Certainly,
1 Gent. 'Tis likely,
Then deputy of Ireland; who remov'd,
Earl Surrey was sent thither, and in haste too,
Lest he should help his father.
2 Gent. That trick of state,
Was a deep envious one.
1 Gent. At his return,
No doubt, he will requito it. This is noted,
The cardinal instantly will find employment,
, , ,
1 Gent. Stay there, sir,
And see the noble ruin'd man, you speak of.
Enter Buckingham from his urraignment; Tip-
staves before him: the axe with the edge towards 1 Gent. Whither away so fast ?
him; halberds on each side: with him, Sir Tho2 Gent. 0,- God save you!
mas Lovell, Sir Nicholas Vaux, Sir WILLIAN Even to the hall, to hear, what shall become Sands, and common People. Of the great duke of Buckingham.
2 Gent. Let's stand close, and behold him!
Buck. All good people,
Hear what I say, and then go home aod lose me! 2 Gent. Were you there?
I have this day receiv'd a traitor's judgment, 1 Gent. Yes, indeed, was I.
And by that name mast die; yet, heaven bear witness, 2 Gent. Pray, speak, what has happen'd? And if I have a conscience, let it sink me, , 1 Gent. You may guess quickly, what.
Even as the axe falls, if I be not faithful!
The law I bear no malice for my death,
Bat those, that sought it, I could wish more christians. And when you wonld say something, that is sad,
(Exeunt Buckingham and Train.
That were the authors.
1 Gent. Good angels keep it from us! Go with me, like good angels, to my end;
may it be? You do not doubt my faith, sir? And, as the long divorce of steel falls on me, 2 Gent. This secret is so weighty, 'twill require Make of your prayers one sweet sacrifice,
A strong faith to conceal it.
Lov. I do besecch your grace, for charity, I do not talk much.
2 Gent. I am confident,
Buck. Sir Thomas Lovell, I as free forgive you, A burcing of a separation
Between the king and Catharine ?
1 Gent. Yes, but it held not:
Commend me to his grace He sent command to the lord mayor, straight
Fresher, than e'er it was, and held for certain,
To the good queen, possess'd him with a scruple,
As all think, for his business.
1 Gent. 'Tis the cardinal; The duke is coming: see, the harge be ready, And merely to revenge him on the emperor, And fit it with such furniture, as suits
For not bestowing on him, at his asking, The greatness of his person!
The archbishoprick of Toledo, this is purpos’d. : Buck. Nay, sir Nicholas,
2 Gent. I think, you have hit the mark: but is't Let it alone! my state now will but mock me.
1 Gent. 'Tis woful.
Enter the Lord Chamberlain, reading a letter. Being distress'd, was by that wretch betray'd, Cham. My lord, – The horses your lordship sent And without trial fell ; 'God's peace be with him! for, with all the care I hud, I saw well chosen, ridHenry the seventh succeeding, truly pitying den, and furnish’d. They were young, and handsome, My father's loss, like a most royal prince, and of the best breed in the north. When they were Piestor’d me to my honours, and, out of ruins, ready to set out for London, a man of my lord cardiMade my name once more noble.
nal's, by commission, and muin power, took 'em from Henry the eighth, life, honour, name, and all me, with this reason, his master would be served That made me happy, at one stroke has taken before a subject, if not before the king: which stopped For ever from the world. I had my trial,
our mouths, sir.
Enter the Dukes of Norfolk and SUFFOLK.
Suf. How is the king employ'd ?
Cham. I left him private,
Cham. It seems, the marriage with his brother's
wife But where they mean to sink ye. All good people, Has crept too near his conscience. Pray for me! I must now forsake ye; the last hour Suf. No, his conscience of my long weary life is come opon me.
Has crept too near another lady. Farewell!
Now his son,
Nor. 'Tis so;
This is the cardinal's doing, the king-cardinal : Most learned reverend sir! into our kingdom;
K. Hen. We are busy; go![To Norfolk and Suffolk.
Nor. If it do,
I'll venture one heave at him.
Suf. I another.
(Exeunt Norfolk and Suffolk.
Your scruple to the voice of Christendom :
Must now confess, if they have any goodness,
I mean, the learned ones, in christian kingdoms,
This just and learned priest, cardinal Campeius;
Whom, once more, I present unto your highness. Nor. We had need pray,
K. Hen. And, once more, in mine arms I bid him
And thank the holy conclave for their loves ;
They have sent me such a man I would have wish'd
Cam. Your grace must needs deserve all strangers'
You are so noble. To your highness' hand
(The court of Rome commanding,) — you, my lord I knew him, and I know him ; so I leave him
Cardinal of York, are join'd with me their servant,
In the unpartial judging of this business.
K. Hen Two equal men. The queen shall be ac-
quainted From these sad thoughts, that work too much upon Forthwith, for what you come. - Where's Gardiner? him :
Wol. I know, your majesty has always lov’d her
So dear in heart, not to deny her that
A woman of less place might ask by law,
my Health to your lordships
favour Nor. Thanks, my good lord chamberlain!
To him that does best; God forbid else. Cardinal, [Exit Lord Chamberlain. Pr’ythee, call Gardiner to me, my new secretary ; Norfolk opens a folding-door. The King is dis- I find him a fit fellow.
Re-enter Wolsey, with GARDINER.
Wol. Give me your hand: much joy and favour
Gard. But to be commanded
For ever by your grace, whose hand has rais'd me.
[Aside. Nor. A gracious king, that pardons all offences, K. Hen. Come hither, Gardiner! Malice ne'er meant : our breach of duty, this way,
[They converse apart. Is business of estate; in which we come
Cam. My lord of York! was not one doctor Pace
In this man's place before him?
Wol. Yes, he was.
Wol. Yes, surely.
Cam. Believe me, there's an ill opinion spread then
Wol. How! of me?
Kept him a foreign man still; which so griev'd him, I would not be a young count in your way,
Are That he ran mad and died. For more than blushing comes to : if your back
An Wol. Heaven's peace be with him! Cannot vouchsafe this burden, 'tis too weak
Make That's christian care enough: for living murmurers, Ever to get a boy.
And There's places of rebuke. He was a fool; Anne. How do you talk!
If th. For he would needs be virtuvus: that good fellow, I swear again, I would not be a queen If I command him, follows my appointment; For all the world,
The I will have none so near else. Learn this, brother, Old L. In faith, for little England
In o We live not to be grip'd by meaner persons. You'd venture an emballing: I myself K. Hen. Deliver this with modesty to the queen! Would for Carnarvonshire, although there 'long'd.
Old [Exit Gardiner. No more to the crown but that. Lo! who comes here? The most convenient place, that I can think of,
Enter the Lord Chamberlain.
Trum There ye shall meet about this weighty business :
know My Wolsey, see it furnish’d. -O my lord ! The secret of
your Would it not grieve an able man, to leave Anne. My good lord,
of a So sweet a bedfellow? But,conscience, conscience - Not your demand; it values not yonr asking : 0, ʼtis a tender place, and I must leave her! (Exeunt. Our mistress' sorrows we were pitying: S ENE III, An antechamber in the Queen's Cham. It was a gentle business, and becoming
bear apurtinents. The action of good women: there is hope,
dinc Enter Anne Bullex, and an old Ludy.
will be well. Anne. Not for that neither; here's the pang that Anne. Now I pray God, amen! pinches:
Cham. You bear a gentle mind, and heavenly bles- Sal His highness having lived so long with her; and she .sings So good a lady, that no tongue could ever Follow such creatures. That you may, fair lady,
Ca Pronounce dishonour of her, -- by my life,
Perceive I speak sincerely, and high note's. She never knew harm-doing;
O now, after
Ta'en of your many virtues, the king's majesty So many courses of the sun enthron'd,
Commends his good opinion to you, and Still growing in a majesty and pomp, — the which Does purpose honour to you no less flowing
ho To leave is a thousand-fold more bitter, than Than marchioness of Pembroke; to which title 'Tis sweet at first to acquire, - after this process, A thousand pound a-year, annual support, To give her the avaunt! it is a pity Out of his grace he adds.
be Would move a monster.
Anne. I do not know, Old L. Hearts of most hard temper
What kind of my obedience I should tender;
More than my all is nothing: nor my prayers
It It from the bearer, 'tis a suflerance, panging Are all I can return. 'Beseech your lordship, As soul and body's severing. Vonchsafe to speak my thanks, and my obedience,
Y Old L. Alas, poor lady!
As from a blushing handmaid, to his highness ; She's a stranger now again.
Whose health, and royalty, I pray for. Anne. So much the more
Cham. Lady, Must pity drop upon her. Verily,
I shall not fail to approve the fair conceit
The king hath of you. - I have perus'd her well.
That they have caught the king: and who knows fet, Old L. Our content
But from this lady may proceed a gem, Is our best having.
To lighten all this isle? --I'll to the king, Anne. By my troth, and maidenhead,
And say, I spoke with you. I would not be a queen.
Anne. My honour'd lord ! (Exit Lord Chamberlain. Old L. Beshrew me, I would,
Old L. Why, this it is; see, see!
(Am yet a courtier beggarly,) nor could
A very freshfish here, (fye, fye upon Which, to say sooth, are blessings; and which gifts This compell’d fortune) have your mouth fill'd ap, (Saving your mincing) the capacity
Before you open it.
Old L. How tastes it? is it bitter? forty pence, no.
There was a lady once, ('tis an old story,
For a'l the mud in Egypt: - have you heard it?
O'ermount the lark. The marchioness of Pembroke!
That promises more thousands. Honours train
Is longer than his foreskirt. By this time,