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The cordial that ye bring a wretched lady? Cam. Madam, you'll find it so. You wrong your A woman lost among ye, laugh'd at, scorn'd?
virtues I will not wish ye half my miseries,
With these weak women's fears. A noble spirit, I have more charity : But say, I warn'd ye; As yours was put into you, ever casts Take heed, for Heaven's sake take heed, lest at once Such doubts, as false coin, from it. The king loves The burden of my sorrows fall upon ye.
you; Wol. Madam, this is a mere distraction ; Beware, you lose it not: For us, if you please You turn the good we offer into envy.
To trust us in your business, we are ready Q. Kath. Ye turn me into nothing : Woupon ye,|| To use our utmost studies in your service. And all such false professors ! Would ye have me Q. Kath. Do what ye will, my lords : And, pray, (If you have any justice, any pity;
forgive me, If ye be any thing but churchmen's habits,) If I have us d2 myself unmannerly : Put my sick cause into his hands that hates me? You know, I am a woman, lacking wit Alas! he has banish'd me his bed already; To make a seemly answer to such persons. His love, too long ago : I am old, my lords, Pray, do my service to his majesty : And all the fellowship I hold now with him He has my heart yet; and shall have my prayers, Is only my obedience. What can happen While I shall have my life. Come, reverend fathers,
above this wretchedness? all your studies| Bestow your counsels on me: she now begs, Make me a curse like this.
That little thought, when she set footing here, Cam.
Your fears are worse. She should have bought her dignities so dear. Q. Kath. Have I liv'd thus long-(let me speak
(Exeunt. myself, Since virtue finds no friends,)—a wife, a true one: SCENE II.-Ante-chamber to the King's apart
ment. A woman (I dare say, without vain-glory,)
Enter the Duke of Norfolk, the Duke Never yet branded with suspicion?
of Suffolk, the Earl of Surrey, and the Lord Have I with all my full affections
Chamberlain. Still met the king lov'd him next heaven? obey'd Nor. If you will now unite in your complaints, him?
And force3 ihem with a constancy, the cardinal Been, out of fondness, superstitious to him?! Cannot stand under them: If you omit Almost forgot my prayers to content hiin? The offer of this time, I cannot promise, And am I thus rewarded ? 'tis not well, lords. But that you shall sustain more new disgraces, Bring me a constant woman to her husband, With these you bear already. One that ne'er dream'd a joy beyond his pleasure; Sur.
I am joyful And to that woman, when she has done most, To meet the least occasion, that may give me Yet will I add an honour,-a great patience. Remembrance of my father-in-law, the duke, Wol. Madam, you wander from the good we To be reveng'd on him. aim at.
Which of the peers Q. Kath. My lord, I dare not make myself so Have uncontemn'd gone by him, or at least guilty,
Strangely neglected? when did he regard
The stamp of nobleness in any person,
Cham. My lords, you speak your pleasures • Wol.
'Pray, hear me. What he deserves of you and me, I know; Q. Kath. 'Would I had never trod this English What we can do to him (though now the time earth,
Gives way to us,) I much fear. If you cannot Or felt the flatteries that grow upon it!
Bar his access to the king, never attempt
O, fear him not ; Alas! poor wenches, where are now your fortunes: | His spell in that is out: the king hath found
[To her IV omen. Matter against him, that for ever mars
Once every hour.
Believe it, this is true.
Most strangely How you may hurt yourself, ay, utterly
O, how, how? Grow from the king's acquaintance, by this carriage. Suff. The cardinal's letter to the pope miscarried, The hearts of princes kiss obedience,
And came to the eye o'the king : wherein was read, So much they love it; but to stubborn spirits, How that the cardinal did entreat his holiness They swell, and grow as terrible as storms. To stay the judgment o'the divorce : For if I know, you have a gentle, noble temper, It did take place, I do, quoth he, perceive A soul as even as a calm: Pray, think us
My king is tangled in affection to Those we profess, peace-makers, friends, and ser- A creature of the queen's, lady Anne Bullen. vants.
Sur. Has the king this? (1) Served him with superstitious attention.
Anne Bullen! No; I'll no Anne Bullens for him. Sur.
Will this work? || There is more in it than fair visage.-Bullen! Cham. The king in this perceives him, how he No, we'll no Bullens.—Speedily I wish coasts,
To hear from Rome.—The marchioness of Pem. And hedges, his own way. But in this point
broke! All his tricks founder, and he brings his physic
Nor. He's discontented. After his patient's death; the king already Suff:
May be, he hears the king Hath married the fair lady.
Does whet his anger to him.
Wol. The late queen's gentlewoman; a knight's Sur. Now all my joy
daughter, Tracel the conjunction !
To be her mistress' mistress ! the queen's queen!Suff My amen to't!
This candle burns not clear: 'tis I must snuff it; Nor.
All men's. Then, out it goes. What though I know her virSuff. There's order given for her coronation :
Our cause, that she should lie i'the bosom of
Hath crawl'd into the favour of the king,
And is his oracle.
He is vex'd at something. The Lord forbid !
Suff. I would, 'twere something that would fret Nor. Marry, amen!
the string, Suff:
The master-cord of his heart! There be more wasps that buzz about his nose, Will make this sting the sooner. Cardinal Campeius | Enter the King, reading a Schedule ,4 and Lovell. Is stolen away to Rome; hath ta'en no leave; Suff.
The king, the king. Has left the cause o'the king unhandled; and K. Hen. What piles of wealth hath he accumuIs posted, as the agent of our cardinal,
lated To second all his plot. I do assure you
To his own portion ! and what expense by the hour The king cried, ha! at this.
Seems to flow from him! How, i'the name of thrift, Cham.
Now, God incense him, || Does he rake this together?-Now, my lords; And let him cry ha, louder!
Saw you the cardinal ? Nor.
But, my lord,
My lord, we have When returns Cranmer?
Stood here observing him: Some strange commotion Suf. He is return'd, in his opinions; which Is in his brain : he bites his lip, and starts ; Have satisfied the king for his divorce,
Stops on a sudden, looks upon the ground, Together with all famous colleges
Then, lays his finger on his temple; straight, . Almost in Christendom: shortly, I believe, Springs out into fast gait;5 then, stops again, His second marriage shall be publish'd, and Strikes his breast hard ; and anon, he casts Her coronation. Katharine no more
His eye against the moon : in most strange postures Shall be call'd, queen; but princess dowager, We have seen him set himself. And widow to prince Arthur.
It may well be; Nor.
This same Cranmer's || There is a mutiny in his mind. This morning, A worthy fellow, and hath ta'en much pain Papers of state he sent me to peruse, In the king's business.
As I requir'd; And, wot6 you, what I found Suff
He has ; and we shall see him There; on my conscience, put unwittingly?
Forsooth, an inventory, thus importing,
The several parcels of his plate, his treasure, Suff.
Rich stuffs, and ornaments of household; which The cardinal
I find at such proud rate, that it out-speaks
Possession of a subject.
It's Heaven's will; Nor.
Observe, observe, he's moody. Some spirit put this paper in the packet, Wol. The packet, Cromwell, gave it you the To bless your eye withal. king?
If he did think
Presently Dwell in his musings : but, I am afraid,
His serious considering:
(He takes his seat, and whispers Lovell, wha Attend him here this morning.
goes to Wolsey. Wol.
Is he ready
Heaven forgive me To come abroad?
Ever God bless your highness!
Good my lord, Wol. Leave me a while... (Exit Cromwell. You are full of heavenly stuff, and bear the inven It shall be to the duchess of Alençon,
tory The French king's sister : he shall marry her.- of your best graces in your mind; the which (1) Follow. (2) New. (3) Made memorable. (4) An inventory. (5) Steps. (6) Know
You were now running o'er; you have scarce time || What appetite you have.
[Exit King, frowning upon Cardinal WolTo kcep your earthly audit: Sure, in that
sey: the Nobles throng after him, smiling, I deem you an ill husband; and am glad
and whispering: To have you therein my companion.
What should this mean? Wol.
Sir, What sudden anger's this? how have I reap'd it? For holy offices I have a time; a time
He parted frowning from me, as if ruin To think upon the part of business, which Leap'd from his eyes : So looks the chafed lion I bear i'the state; and nature does require Upon the daring huntsman that has gall’d him; Her times of preservation, which, perforce,
Then makes him nothing. I must read this paper; I her frail son, amongst my brethren mortal, I fear, the story of his anger.—'Tis so; Most give my teadance to.
This paper has undone me :-'Tis the account K. Hen.
You have said well. Of all that world of wealth I have drawn together Wol. And ever may your highness yoke together, For mine own ends ; indeed, to gain the popedom, As I will lend you cause, my doing well
And fee my friends in Rome. O negligence, With my well saying!
Fit for a fool to fall by! What cross devil K. Hen.
'Tis well said again; Made me put this main secret in the packet, And 'tis a kind of good deed, to say
I sent the king? Is there no way to cure this? And yet words are no deeds. My father lov'd you: No new device to beat this from his brains ? He said, he did; and with his deed did crown I know, 'twill stir him strongly; Yet I know His word upon you. Since I had my office, A way, if it take right, in spite of fortune, I have kept you next my heart; have not alone Will bring me off again. What's this—To the Pope? Employ'd you where high profits might come home, The letter, as I live, with all the business But par'd my present havings, to bestow I writ to his holiness. Nay then, farewell! My bounties upon you.
I have touch'd the highest point of all my greatness; Wol.
What should this mean? || And, from that full meridian of my glory,
Have I not made you Like a bright exhalation in the evening,
Re-enter the Dukes of Norfolk and Suffolk, the If you are bound to us, or no. What say you?
Earl of Surrey, and the Lord Chamberlain. Wol. My sovereign, I confess, your royal graces, Nor. Hear the king's pleasure, cardinal: who Shower'd on me daily, have been more, than could
Stay, To the good of your most sacred person, and Where's your commission, lords: words cannot carry The profit of the state. For your great graces Authority so weighty. Heap'd upon me, poor undeserver, i
Who dare cross them? Can nothing render but allegiant thanks; Bearing the king's will from his mouth expressly? My prayers to heaven for you; my loyalty,
Wol. Till I find more than will, or words, to do it Which ever has, and ever shall be growing, (I mean, your malice,) know, officious lords, Till death, that winter, kill it.
I dare, and must deny it. Now I feel K. Hen.
Fairly answer'd; of what coarse metal ye are moulded,,envy. A loyal and obedient subject is
How eagerly ye follow my disgraces, Therein illustrated : The honour of it
As if it fed ye! and how sleek and wanton
You ask with such a violence, the king
During my life ; and, to confirm his goodness, To me, your friend, than any.
Tied it by letters patents : Now, who'll take it?
I do profess, Sur. The king, that gave it. That for your highness' good I ever labour'd Wol.
It must be himself then. More than mine own; that am, have, and will be. Sur. Thou art a proud traitor, priest. Though all the world should crack their duty to you, Wol.
Proud Iord, thou liest ; And throw it from their soul : though perils did Within these forty hours Surrey durst better Abound, as thick as thought could make them, and Have burnt that tongue, than said so. Appear in forms more horrid ; yet my duty,
Thy ambition, As doth the rock against the chiding flood, Thou scarlet sin, robb'd this bewailing land Should the approach of this wild river break, Of noble Buckingham, my father-in-law : And stand unshaken yours.
The heads of all thy brother cardinals, K. Hen.
'Tis nobly spoken: (With thee, and all thy best parts bound together,) Take notice, lords, he has a loyal breast, Weigh'd not a hair of' bis. Plague of your policy! For you have seen hil.. open't. -Read o'er this; You sent me deputy for Ireland;
(Giving him papers. And, after, this : and then to breakfast, with
(1) Esher, in Surrey.
Far from his succour, from the king, from all Either of king or council, when you went
To carry into Flanders the great seal.
To Gregory de Cassalis, to conclude, Wol.
This, and all else Without the king's will, or the state's allowance, This talking lord can lay upon my credit, A league between his highness and Ferrara. I answer, is most false.' The duke by law Sutt. That, out of mere ambition, you have caus'd Found his deserts ; how innocent I was
Your holy hat to be stamp'd on the king's coin. From any private malice in his end,
Sur. Then, that you have sent innumerable subHis noble jury and foul cause can witness. If I lov'd many words, lord, I should tell you, (By what means got, I leave to your own con You have as little honesty as honour;
science,) That I, in the way of loyalty and truth
To furnish Rome, and to prepare the ways Toward the king, my ever royal master,
You have for dignities; to the mere4 undoing Dare matel a sounder man than Surrey can be, Of all the kingdom. Many more there are; And all that love his follies.
Which, since they are of you, and odious, Sur.
By my soul, I will not taint my mouth with. Your long coat, priest, protects you; thou should'st Cham.
O my lord, feel
Press not a falling man too far; 'tis virtue : My sword i'the life-blood of thee else.—My lords, His faults lie open to the laws; let them, Can ye endure to hear this arrogance ?
Not you, correct him. My heart weeps to see him And from this fellow? If we live thus tamely, So little of his great self. To be thus jaded by a piece of scarlet,
I forgive him. Farewell nobility ; let his grace go forward, Suff. Lord cardinal, the king's further pleasure is, And dare us with his cap, like larks. 3
Because all those things, you have done of late Wol.
All goodness By your power legatines within this kingdom, Is poison to thy stomach.
Fall into the compass of a præmunire, 6– Sur.
Yes, that goodness That therefore such a writ be sued against you; Of gleaning all the land's wealth into one, To forfeit all your goods, lands, tenements, Into your own hands, cardinal, by extortion; Chattels, and whatsoever, and to be The goodness of your intercepted packets, Out of the king's protection :- This is my charge. You writ to the pope, against the king : your good- Nor. And so we'll leave you to your meditations
How to live better. For your stubborn answer, Since you provoke me, shall be most notorious.- About the giving back the great seal to us, My lord of Norfolk,-as you are truly noble, The king shall know it, and, no doubt, shall thank As you respect the common good, the state
you. Of our despis'd nobility, our issues,
So fare you well, my little good lord cardinal. Who, if he live, will scarce be gentlemen,
(Exeunt all but Wolsey, Produce the grand sum of his sins, the articles Wol. So farewell to the little good you bear me Collected from his life :—I'll startle you
Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! Worse than the sacring bell, when the brown wench This is the state of man; To-day he puts forth Lay kissing in your arms, lord cardinal. The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, Wol. How much, methinks, I could despise this and bears his blushing honours thick upon him:
The third day, comes a frost, a killing frost ; But that I ain bound in charity against it! And, when he thinks, good easy man, full surely Nor. Those articles, my lord, are in the king's His greatness is a ripening,-nips his root, hand :
And then he falls, as I do. I have ventur'd, But, thus much, they are foul ones.
Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, Wol.
So much fairer, || This many summers in a sea of glory; And spotless, shall mine innocence arise, But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride When the king knows my truth.
At length broke under me; and how has left me, Şur.
This cannot save you : Weary, and old with service, to the mercy I thank my memory, I yet remember
Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me. Some of these articles; and out they shall. Vain pomp, and glory of this world, I hate ye; Now, if you can, blush, and cry guilty, cardinal, I feel my heart new open'd: 0, how wretched You'll show a little honesty.
Is that poor man, that hangs on princes' favours ! Wol.
Speak on, sir : There is betwixt that smile we would aspire to, I dare your worst objections : if I blush, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, It is, to see a nobleman want manners.
More pangs and fears than wars or women have; Sur. I'd rather want those, than my head. Have And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer,
Never to hope again.
Enter Cromwell, amazedly.
Cromwell: Nor. Then, that, in all you writ to Rome, or else Crom. I have no power to speak, sir. To foreign princes, Ego et Rec meus
What, amaz'd Was still inscrib’d; in which you brought the king At my misfortunes? can thy spirit wonder, To be your servant.
A great man should decline? Nay, an you weep, Suff Then, that, without the knowledge I am fallen indeed.
How does your grace? (1) Equal. (2) Ridden.
(3) A cardinal's hat is scarlet, and the method (4) Absolute. (5) As the Pope's legate. of daring larks is by small mirrors on scarlet cloth. (6) A writ incurring a penalty.
Why, well ; || Cromwell, I charge thee, ning away ambition ; Never so truly happy, my good Cromwell. By that sin fell the angels, how can man then, I know myself now; and I feel within me The image of his Maker, hope to win by't? A peace above all earthly dignities,
Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate A still and quiet conscience. The king has cur’dme,
thee; I humbly thank his grace; and from these shoulders, Corruption wins not more than honesty. These ruin'd pillars, out of pity, taken
Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, A load would sink a navy, too much honour : To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not: O, 'tis a burden, Cromwell, 'tis a burden, Let all the ends, thou aim'st at, be thy country's, Too heavy for a man that hopes for heaven. Thy God's, and truth's; then if thou fall'st, o Crom. I am glad, your grace has made that right Cromwell, use of it.
Thou fallist a blessed martyr. Serve the king ; Wol. I hope I have: I am able now, methinks, | And, -pr’ythee, lead me in: (Out of a fortitude of soul I feel,)
There take an inventory of all I have,
I dare now call mine own. O Cromwell, Cromwell Crom.
The heaviest, and the worst, | Had I but serv'd my God with half the zeal Is your displeasure with the king.
I serv'd my king, he would not in mine age Wol.
God bless him! Have left me naked to mine enemies. Crom. The next is, that sir Thomas More is chosen Crom. Good sir, have patience. Lord chancellor in your place.
So I have. Farewell Wol.
That's somewhat sudden :| The hopes of court! my hopes in heaven do dwell. But he's a learned man. May he continue
(Exeunt Long in his highness' favour, and do justice For truth's sake, and his conscience; that his bones, When he has run bis course, and sleeps in blessings, May bave a tomb of orphans' tears! wept on 'em!
ACT IV. What more!
Crom. That Cranmer is return'd with welcome, || SCENE I.-A street in Westminster. Enter Install'd lord archbishop of Canterbury.
two Gentlemen, meeting.
1 Gent. You are well met once again. Whom the king hath in secrecy long married,
And so are you. This day was view'd in open, as his queen,
1 Gent. You come to take your stand here, and Going to chapel; and the voice is now
behold Only about her coronation.
The lady Anne pass from her coronation ? Wol. There was the weight that pulld me down. 2 Gent. 'Tis all my business. At our last enO Cromwell,
counter, The king has gone beyond me, all my glories The duke of Buckingham came from his trial. In that one woman I have lost for ever:
1 Gent. 'Tis very true: but that time offered No sun shall ever usher forth mine honours, Or gild again the noble troops that waited This, general joy. Upon my smiles. Go, get thee from me, Cromwell; 2 Gent. 'Tis well : The citizens, I am a poor fallen man, unworthy now
I am sure, have shown at full their royal minds; To be thy lord and master : seek the king; As, let them have their rights, they are ever forward That suni, I pray, may never set! I have told him In celebration of this day with shows, What, and how true thou art : he will advance thee; | Pageants, and sights of honour. Some little memory of me will stir him
Never greater, (I know his noble nature,) not to let
Nor, I'll assure you, better taken, sir. Thy hopeful service perish too: Good Cromwell, 2 Gent. May I be bold to ask what that contains, Neglect him not; make use now, and provide
paper in your hand? For thine own future safety.
Yes; 'tis the list Crom.
O my lord,
Of those, that claim their offices this day, Must I then leave you? Must I needs forego By custom of the coronation. So good, so noble, and so true a master? The duke of Suffolk is the first, and claims Bear witness, all that have not hearts of iron, To be high steward; next, the duke of Norfolk, With what a sorrow Cromwell leaves his lord.- He to be earl-marshal; you may read the rest. The king shall have my service; but my prayers
2 Gent. I thank you, sir; had I not known those For ever, and for ever, shall be yours.
customs, Wol. Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear I should have been beholden to your paper. In all my miseries, but thou hast forc'd me But, I beseech you, what's become of Katharine, Out of thy honest truth to play the woman. The princess dowager? how goes her business? Let's dry our eyes: and thus far hear me, Cromwell; i Gent. That I can tell you too. The archbishop And, when I am forgotten, as I shall be ; of Canterbury, accompanied with other And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention || Learned and reverend fathers of his order, Of me more must be heard of,—say, I taught thee. Held a late court at Dunstable, six miles off Say, Wolsey,--that once trod the ways of glory, From Ampthill, where the princess lay; to which And sounded all the depths and shoals of honour, - || She oft was cited by them, but appear'd not: Found thee a way, out of his wreck, to rise in; And, to be short, for not appearance, and A sure and safe one, though thy master miss'd it. The king's late scruple, by the main assent Mark but my fall, and that that ruin'd me. Of all these learned men she was divorc'd, (1) The chancellor is the guardian of orphans.