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Must give my tendance to.
Dare K. Ilen. You have said well.
Of all that world of wealth I have drawn together And Wol. And ever may your highness yoke together, For mine own ends; indeed, to gain the popedom,
Sur As I will lend you cause, my doing well And fee my friends in Rome. O negligence,
Your With my well-saying!
Fit for a fool to fall by! What cross devil
My sAnd 'tis a kind of good deed, to say well:
I sent the king? Is there no way to cure this? Can And yet words are no deeds. My father lov'd you : No new device to beat this from his brains ?
And He said, he did; and with his deed did crown I know, 'twill stir him strongly; yet I know
To be His word upon you. Since I had my office, A way, if it take right, in spite of fortune
Fares I have kept you next my heart; have not alone Will bring me off again. What's this – To the Pope? And Employ'd you where high profits might come home, The letter, as I live, with all the business
Jo But par'd my present havings, to bestow I writ to his holiness. Nay then, farewell !
Is Do My bouuties upon you. I have touch'd the highest point of all my greatness ;
Sur Wol. What should this mean? And, from that full meridian of my glory,
Of gb Sur. The Lord increase this business!
into [ Aside. I haste now to my setting : I shall fall K. Hen. Have I not made you Like a bright exhalation in the evening,
The The prime man of the state? I pray you, tell
And no man see me more. me,
YorIf what I now pronounce, you have found true : Re-enter the Dukes of Norfolk and SUFFOLK, the
Since And, if you may confess it, say withal,
Earl of Surrey, and the LORD Chamberlaix,
MS! If you are bound to us, or no. What say you? Nor. Hear the king's pleasure, cardinal; who comWol. My sovereign! I confess, your royal graces,
Ofo Shower'd on me daily, have been more than could To render up the great seal presently My studied purposes requite; which went
Prom Into our havds; and to confine yourself
Col Beyond all man's endeavours;— my endeavours To Asher-house, my lord of Winchester's, Have ever come too short of my desires,
Till you hear further from his highness, Yet fill’d with my abilities. Mine owo ends
L Wol. Stay! Have been mine so, that evermore they pointed Where's your commission, lords ? words cannot carts
B. To the good of your most sacred person, and Authority so weighty. The profit of the state. For your great graces
Suf. Who dare cross them?
But Heap'd upon me, poor undeserver, I Bearing the king's will from his mouth espressly?
Il Can nothing render but allegiant thanks ;
Wol. Till I find more than will
, or words, to do it, My prayers to heaven for you; my loyalty, (I mean, your malice), know, offícious lords, Which ever has, and ever shall be growing,
16 I dare, and must deny it. Now I feel
Su Till death, that winter, kill it. Of what coarse metal ye are moulded, - envy.
Ite K. Hen. Fairly answer'd;
How eagerly ye follow my disgraces,
So Therein illustrated : the honour of it
In Does pay the act of it; as, i'the contrary,
Follow your envious courses, men of malice; The foulness is the punishment. I presume, You have christian warrant for them, and, no doubt,
Ida That, as my hand has open'd bounty to you, In time will find their fit rewards. That seal,
Hi My heart dropp'd love, my power rain'd honour, more You ask with such a violence, the king,
SC On you, than
any; so your hand, and heart, (Mine, and your master,) with his own hand gave me: Your brain, and every function of your power, Bade me enjoy it, with the place and hopours,
Fit Should, notwithstanding that your bond of duty, During my life; and, to confirm his goodness, As 'twere in love's particular, be more
Tied it by letters patents: now, who'll take it? To me, your friend, than any.
Sur. The king, that gave it.
Wol. It must be himself then.
of noble Buckingham, my father-in-law: Should the approach of this wild river break, The heads of all thy brother cardinals, And stand unshaken yours.
(With thee, and all thy best parts bound together, K. Hen. 'Tis nobly spoken:
Weigh'd not a hair of his. Plague of your policy! Take notice, lords, he has a loyal breast,
You sent me deputy for Ireland;
, [Giving him pupers. That might have mercy on the fault thou gav’st him; And, after, this; and then to breakfast, with Whilst your great goodness, out of holy pity, What appetite you have.
Absolv'd him with an axe.
sey: the Nobles throng after him, smi- This talking lord can lay upon my credit,
I answer, is most false. The duke by law
found his deserts : how innocent I was What sudden anger's this? how have I reap'd it? From any private malice in his end, He parted frowning from me, as if rain
His poble jury and foul cause can witness,
If I lov'd inany words, lord, I should tell you,
Toward the king, my ever royal master,
may bring my ruin !
This is my
Dare mate a sounder man, than Surrey can be, Sur. I forgive him.
Suf. Lord cardinal, the king's further pleasure is, –
Because all those things, you have done of late Your long coat, priest, protects you; thou should'st By your power legatine within this kingdom, feel
Fall into the compass of a pruemunire,
To forfeit all your goods, lands, tenements,
Out of the king's protection.
arge. Farewell nobility! let his grace go forward, Nor. And so we'll leave you to your meditations, And dare us with his cap, like larks !
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! of gleaning all the land's wealth into one,
(Exeunt all but Wolsey.
And, when he thinks, good easy man, full surely,
Like little wanton boys, that swim on bladders,
But far beyond my depth: my high-blown pride
Nor. Those articles, my lord, are in the king's hand : Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
Vain pomp, and glory of this world, I hate ye;
I feel my heart new open’d, O, how wretched And spotless, shall mine innocence arise,
Is that poor man, that hangs on princes' favours ! When the king knows my truth.
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;
Enter Cromwell, amazedly.
Why, how now, Cromwell ?
Crom. I have no power to speak, sir.
N'ol. What, amaz'd
A great man should decline? Nay, an you weep,
Crom. How does your grace?
IVol. Why, well;
I know myself now, and I feel within me
A still and quiet conscience. The king has cur'd me,
I humbly thank his grace; and from these shoulders, Either of king, or council, when you went
These ruin'd pillars, out of pity, taken
O, 'tis a burden, Cromwell, 'tis a burden,
Too heavy for a man, that hopes for heaven.
Crom. I am glad, your grace has made that right
use of it.
Suf. That, out of mere ainbition, you have caus'a (Out of a fortitude of soul I feel,)
Crom. The heaviest, and the worst
Wol. God bless him!
Crom, The next is, that sir Thomas More is chosen
Lord chancellor in your place.
Wol. That's somewhat sudden:
Long in his highness' favour, and do justice
When he has run his course, and sleepsin blessings,
May have a tomb of orphan's tears wept on 'em!
2 Gent. And so are you. What more?
1 Gent. You come to take your stand here, and beCrom. That Cranmer is return’d with welcome,
hold Install'd lord archbishop of Canterbury.
The lady Anne pass from her coronation ? IV ol. That's news indeed.
2 Gent. 'Tis all my business. Atour last encounter, Crom. Last, that the lady Anne,
The duke of Buckingham came from his trial. Whom the king hath in secrecy long married, 1 Gent. 'Tis very true: but that time offer'd sorrow, This day was view'd in open, as his queen,
This, general joy. Going to chapel; and the voice is now
2 Gent. 'Tis well. The citizens, Only about her coronation.
I am sure, have shown at full their royal minds ;
In celebration of this day, with shows,
1 Gent. Never greater,
hand ? I am a poor fallen man, unworthy now,
1 Gent. Yes; 'tis the list
To be high steward; next, the duke of Norfolk, (I know his noble nature,) not to let
He to be earl marshal; you may read the rest. Thy hopeful service perish too. Good Cromwell, 2 Gent. I thank you, sir; had I not known those Neglect him not! make use now, and provide
customs, For thine own future safety!
I should have been beholden to your paper. Crom. O my lord,
But, I beseech you, what's become of Catharine,
I Gent. That I can tell you too. The archbishop
From Ampthill, where the princess lay; to which
And the late marriage made of none 'effect :
A lirely flourish of trumpets; then, enter Cromwell, I charge thee, fing away ambition ! 1. Two Judges. By that sin fell the angels; how can man then, 2. Lord Chancellor , with the purse and mace beThe image of his Maker, hope to win by't?
fore him. Lovethyself last! cherish those hearts that hate thee! 3. Choristers singing:
Music Corruption wins not more, than honesty.
4. Mayor of London bearing the mace. Then GarStill in thy right hand carry gentle peace,
ter, in his coat of arms, and on his head To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not!
a gilt copper crown. Let all the ends, thou aim’st at, be thy country's, 5. Marquis Dorset, bearing a sceptre of gold, on Thy God's, and truth’s;then ifthou fall'st, o Cromwell, his head a demi-coronal of gold. D'ith him Thou fall'st a blessed martyr. Serve the king,
the Earl of Surrey, bearing the rod of silAnd, pr’ythee, lead me in :
ver with the dove, crowned with an carts There take an inventory of all I have,
coronet. Collars of ss. To the last penny; 'tis the king's: my robe, 6. Duke of Suffolk, in his robe of estate, his coro And my integrity to heaven, is all
net on his head, bearing a long white wand, I dare now call mine own. O Cromwell, Cromwell, as high-steward. With him, the Duke of Had I but serv'd my God with half the zeal,
Norfolk, with the rod of marshalship, 4 I serv'd my king, he would not in mine age
coronet on his head. Collars of ss. Have left me naked to mine enemies,
7. A canopy borne by four of the Cinque-ports Crom. Good sir, have patience!
under it the Oucen in her robe; in l.er Wol. So I have. Farewell
hair richly adorned with pearl, crownede The hopes of court! my hopes in heaven do dwell.
On each side of her, the Bishops of Lon[Exeunt.
don and Winchester.
8. The old Dutchess of Norfolk, in a coronal or A CT IV.
gold, wrought with flowers, bearing thie
9. Certain Ladies or Countesses,
with plain Enter two Gentlemen, meeting.
clets of gold without flowers. 1 Gent. You are well met once again.
2 Gent. A royaltrain, believe me! -- These I know ;
THE ORDER OF THE PROCESSION.
Who's that, that bears the sceptre ?
And with the same full state pac'd back again 1 Gent. Marquis Dorset :
To York-place, where the feast is held.
1 Gent. Sir, you
For, since the cardinal fell, that title's lost; 1 Gent, 'Tis the same; high-steward.
| 'Tis now the king's, and call'd Whitehall. 2 Gent. And that my lord of Norfolk ?
3 Gent. I know it;
But 'tis so lately alter'd, that the old name
Were those, that went on each side of the queen ?
3 Gent. Stokesly and Gardiner; the one, of Wins And more, and richer, when he strains that lady: chester, I cannot blame his conscience.
(Newly preferr'd from the king's secretary,)
The other, London.
Is held no great good lover of the archbishop's,
3 Gent. All the land knows that: I take it, she that carries up the train,
However, yet there's no great breach; when it comes, Is that old noble lady, dutchess of Norfolk. Cranmer will find a friend, will not shrink from him. 1 Gent. It is; and all the rest are countesses. 2 Gent. Who may that be, I pray you? 2 Gent. Their coronets say so. These are stars, 3 Gent. Thomas Cromwell; indeed,
A man in much esteem with the king, and truly And, sometimes, falling ones.
A worthy friend. - The king 1 Gent. No more of that!
Has made him master o’the jewel-house, [Exit Procession, with a great flourish And one, already, of the privy-council. of trumpets.
2 Gent. He will deserve more. Enter a third Gentleman.
3 Gent. Yes, without all doubt.
Something I can command. As I walk thither,
Both, You may command us, sir. (Exeunt.
SCENE II. – Kimbolton. 3 Gent, That I did.
Enter Catharine, dowager, sick; led between Grif1 Gent. How was it?
Flth and Patience. 3 Gent. Well worth the seeing.
Grif. How does your grace?
Cath. 0, Griffith, sick to death :
So, - now, methinks, I feel a little ease.
That the great child of honour, cardinal Wolsey,
Was dead ?
Grif. Yes, madam; but, I think, your grace,
If well, he stepp'd before me, happily,
(As a man sorely tainted,) to his answer,
He fell sick suddenly, and grew so ill,
Lodg’d in the abbey, where the reverend abbot, 2 Gent. But, 'pray, what followed ?
With all his convent, honourably receiv'd him: 3 Gent. At length her grace rose, and with modest To whom he gave these words : 0 father abbot, paces
An old man, broken with the storms of state,
Pursu'd him still; and, three nights after this
About the hour of eight, (which he himself
Foretold, should be his last, ) full of repentance,
lle gave his honours to the world again,
Cath. So may he rest; his faults lie gently on him!
Yet thus far, Griffith, give me leave to speak him, Cath. Spirits of peace, where are ye? Are ye all
gone? Of an unbounded stomach, ever ranking
And Icave me here in wretchedness behind ye?
Caih. No? Saw you not, even now, a blessed troop
Invite me to a banquet; whose bright faces
And brought me garlands, Griffith, which I feel
I am not worthy yet to wear: I shall, Grif. Noble madam,
Grif. I am most joyful, madam, such good dreams
Cath, Bid the music leave!
They are harsh and heavy to me. [Music ceases. I were malicious else.
Pat. Do you note, Grif. This cardinal,
How much her grace is alter'd on the sudden ?
Enter a Messenger.
Cath. You are a saucy fellow : (Which was a sin,) yet in bestowing, madam, |Deserve we no more reverence ? He was most princely: ever witness for him
Grif. You are to blame,
Mess. I humbly do entreat your highness' pardon ;
A gentleman, sent from the king, to see you.
(Exeunt Griffith and Messenger. And found the blessedness of being little:
Re-enter GRIFFITH, with Capucius.
If my sight fail not,
Cath. After my death I wish no other herald, My royal nephew, and your name Capucius.
Cap. Madam, the same, your servant.
Cath. O my lord,
What is your pleasure with me?
you his princely commendations, On that celestial harmony I go to.
And heartily entreats you take good comfort.
Cath. O my good lord, that comfort comes too late;
ther six Personages, clad in white robes, wearing How does his highness?
, zards on their faces; branches of bays, or palm, Cath. So may he ever do! and ever flourish, in their hands. They first congee unto her, then when I shall dwell with worms, and my poor name dance; and, at certain changes, the first two hold Banish'd the kingdom! - Patience, is that letter, a spare garland over her head; at which, the I cans'd you write, yet sent away? other four make reverend court’sies; then the two, Pat. No, madam. that held the garland, deliver the same to the Cath. Sir, I most hambly pray you to deliver other next two, who observe the same order in their This to my lord the king. changes, and holding the garland over her head; Cap. Most willing, madam. which done, they deliver the same gurland to the Cath. In which I have commended to his goodness last two, who likewise observe the same order: at The model of our chaste loves, his yonng daughter :-her sleep signs of rejoicing, and holdeth up her Beseeching him, to give her virtuous breeding i hands io heaven: and so in their dancing they (She is young, and of a noble modest nature : vanish, carrying the garland with them. The music i hope, she will deserve well ;) and a little continues.
To love her for her mother's sake, that lord him,
[Giving it to Catharine.