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Ty'd it by letters patents : Now, who'll take it? | Nor: Those articles, my lord, are in the king's Sur. The king, that gave it.
hand: Wol. It must be himself then.
But, thus much, they are foul oncs. Sur. Thou art a proud traitor, priest.
Wol. So much fairer, lol. Proud lord, thou liest;
15 And spotless, shall mine innocence arise, Within these forty hours Surrey durst better | When the king knows my truth. Have burnt that tongue, than said so.
Sur. This cannot save you: Sur. Thy ambition,
I thank my memory, I yet remember Thou scarlet sin, robb'd this bewailing land Some of these articles; and out they shall. Of noble Buckingham, my father-in-law : 10 Now, if you can blush, and cry guilty, cardinal, The heads of all thy brother cardinals
You'll shew a little honesty. (With thee, and all thy best parts bound together) Wol. Speak on, sir; Weigh'd not a hair ot his. Plague of your policy! I dare your worst objections: if I blush, . You sent me deputy for Ireland;
It is, to see a nobleman want inanncrs. [at you. Far from his succour, from the king, from all 15 Sur. I'd rather want those, than my head. Have "That might have mercyon the fault thougav'st him; First, that, without the king's assent, or knowledge, Whilst your great goodness, out of holy pity, 1 You wrought to be a legate; by which power Absolv'd him with an axe.
You maim'd the jurisdiction of all bishops. Wol. This, and all else
Nor. Then, that, in all you writ to Rome, or else This talking lord can lay upon my credit, J20 To foreign princes, Ego et Rer meus I answer, is most false. The duke by law
Was still inscrib'd; in which you brought the king Found his deserts: how innocent I was
To be your servant. Froin any private malice in his end,
Suf. Then, that, without the knowledge His noble jury and foul cause can witness. Either of king or council, when you went Jfl lov'd many words, lord, I should tell you; 125 Ambassador to the emperor, you made bold You have as little honesty as honour;
To carry into Flanders the great seal. That I, in the way of lovalty and truth
Sur. Itein, you sent a large commission Toward the king, my ever royal master,
To Gregory de Cassalis, to conclude, Dare mate a sounder man than Surrey can be, Without the king's will, or the state's allowance, And all that love his follies.
130/A league between his highness and Ferrara. Sur. By my soul,
Suf. That,out of mere ambition, you have caus'd Yourlong coat, priest, protects you:thou should'st! Your holy hat to be stampt on the king's coin. Myswordi’the life-blood of thecelse.--My lords, Sur. Then, that you have sent innumerable subCan ye endure to hear this arrogance?
stance And from this fellow? If we live thus tamely, 35 (Bywhat means got,I leave to yourownconscience) To be thus jaded by a piece of scarlet,
To furnish Rome, and to prepare the ways Farewell nobility; let his grace go forward, You have for dignities; to the mere 'undoing And dare us with his cap, like larks'.
Of all the kingdom. Many more there are; Wol. All goodness
Which, since they are of you, and odious, Is poison to thy stomach.
140 I will not taint my mouth with. Sur. Yes, that goodness
Cham, O my lord, Of gleaning all the land's wealth into one,
Press not a falling man too far; 'tis virtue: Into your own hands, cardinal, by extortion; His faults lie open to the laws; let them, The goodness of your intercepted packets, Not you, correct him. My heart weeps to see hiin You writ to the pope, against the king : your 45 So little of his great self. goodness,
Sur. I forgive him. Since you provoke me, shall be most notorious. Suf. Lord cardinal, the king's further pleasure My lord of Norfolk,--as you are truly noble, Because all those things, you have done of late As you respect the common good, the state By your power legatine within this kingdom, Of your despis'd nobility, our issues,
50 Fall into the compass of a Præmunire, Who, if he live, will scarce be gentlemen, 1 (That therefore such a writ be su'd against you Produce the grand sum of his sins, the articles To forfeit all your goods, lands, tenements, Collected from his life :-I'll startle you (wench Castles, and whatsoever, and to be Worse than the sacring bell?, when the brown Out of the king's protection*:- This is my charge. Lay kissing in your arms, lord cardinal. [man, 55) Nor. And so we'll leave you to your meditations
Wol. How much, methinks, I could despise this How to live better. For your stubborn answer, But that I am bound in charity against it! | About the giving back the great seal to us,
The hat of a cardinal was scarlet; and the method of daring larks was by snall mirrors fastened on scarlet cloth, which engaged the attention of these birds while the fowler drew his net over them. · The little bell, which is rung to give notice of the Host approaching when it is carried in procession, as also in other offices of the Romish church, is called the sacring or consecration bell; from the French word, sacrer. ; i. e. absolute. The judgement in a writ of Pramunire is, that the defendant shall be out of the king's protection; and his lands and tenements, goods and chattels, forfeited to the · king; and that his body sball remain in prison at the king's pleasure. • Yy2
The king shall know it, and, no doubt,' shall! Install'd lord archbishop of Canterbury.
Wol. That's news indeed.
[Exeunt all but Wolsey. Whom the king hath in secrecy long marry'd,
No sun shall ever usher forth mine honours,
Crom. O my lord,
So good, so noble, and so true a master?
Bear witress, all that have not hearts of iron,
With what a sorrow Cromwell leaves his lord.—
The king shall have my service; but my prayers Crom. I have no power to speak, sir.
30 For ever, and for ever, shall be yours. Wol. What, amaz'd
Wol. Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear At my misfortunes? can thy spirit wonder,
In all my miseries; but thou hast forc'd me, A great man should decline? Nay, an you wecp,l Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. I am fallen indeed."
Let's dryoureyes:And thus far hearme,Cromwell; Crom. How does your grace?
35 And, when I am forgotten, as I shall be; Wol. Why, well;
And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Never so truly happy, my good Cromwell. Of me more must be heard of,--say, I taught thee, I know myself now, and I feel within me
Say, Wolsey,- that once trod the ways of glory, A peace above all carthly dignities, sme, And sounded all the depthsand shoals of honour, A still and quiet conscience. The king has cur’d 40 Found thee a way, out of his wreck, to rise in; I humblythank his grace;and from these shoulders, A sure and safe one, though thy master miss'd it. These ruin'd pillars, out of pity, taken ! Mark but my fall, and that that ruin'd me. A load would sink a navy, too much honour: L Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition; 0, 'tis a burden, Croinwell, 'tis a burden, |By that sin fell the angels, how can man then, Too heavy for a man that hopes for heaven. 45 The image of his Maker, hope to win by't? (thee; Crom. I am glad your grace has made that right Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate use of it.
Corruption wins not niore than honesty. Wol. I hope, I hare: I am able now, methinks, Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, (Out of a fortitude of soul I feel)
To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not: To endure more miseries, and greater far, 50 Let all the ends, thou aim'st at, be thy country's, Than my weak-hearted enemies dare offer. Thy God's, and truth's; then if thou fallst, o What news abroad?
Cromwell, Crom. The heaviest and the worst,
Thou fall'st a blessed martyr. Serve thc king; Is your displeasure with the king.
land,- Pr'ythee, lead me in: Vol. God bless him!
155 Chere take an inventory of all I have, Crom. The next is, thatSir Thornas More is chosen! To the last penny; 'tis the king's: my robe, Lord chancellor in your place.
And my integrity to heaven, is all Hol. That's somewhat sudden:
I dare now call mine own. O Cromwell, Cromwell, . But he's a learned man. May he continue I Had I but serv'd my God with half the zeal Long in his highness' favour, and do justice 60|| scry'd iny king, Hie would not in mine age Fortruth's sake and his conscience; that his bones, Have left ine naked to mine enernies ?. When he has run his coursc, and sleepsin blessings, | Crom. Good sir, have patience. May have a tomb of orphans'' tears wept on him! | Wol. So I have. Farewell What more?
The hopes of court! my hopes in heaven dodwell. Crom. That Cranmer is return'd with welcome,165|
[Exeunt. : The chancellor is the general guardian of orphans. ? This sentence was really uttered by Wolsey.
A CT IV.
6. Marquis Dorset, bearing a sceptre of gold, - . A Street in Westminster.
on his head a demi-coronal of gold. With
him, the Earl of Surrey, bearing the rod Enter two Gentlemen, meeting one another.
of silver with the dove, crown'd with an I Gent. Vou are well met' once again.
earl's coronet. Collars of SS. 2 Gent, 1 So are you.
Sbehold17. Duke of Suffolk, in his robe of estate, his I Gent. You come to take your stand here, and
coronet on his head, bearing a long white The lady Anne pass from her coronation?
wand, as high stercard. With him the 2 Gent.'Tis all mybusiness. Atourlastencounter,
Duke of Norfolk, with the rod of marThe duke of Buckingham came from his trial. 110 shalship, acoronet on his head. Collars of SS.
1 Gent. 'Tis very true: but that time offer'd sor-/ | 8. A canopy borne by four of the Cinque-ports ; · · This, general joy:
[row; under it the Queen in her robe; her hair 2 Gent. 'Tis well: the citizens,
richly adora'd with pearl, crowned. On I am sure, have shewn at full their loyal minds;/ each side her, the bishops of London and As, let'em have their rights, they are ever forward,  Winchester. In celebration of this day with shews,
9. The old dutchess of Norfolk, in a coronal of Pageants, and sights of honour.
gold, wrought with flowers, bearing the I Gent. Never greater,
Queen's train. Nor, I'll assure you, better taken, sir.
10. Certain Ladies or Countesses, with plain cir2 Gent. May I be bold to ask what that contains, 20 clets of gold without flowers. That paper in your hand ?
They pass over the stage in order and state.
Who's that, that bears the sceptre? [know;-
I 2 Gent. A bold brave gentleman. That should be 2 Gent. I thank you, sir; had I not known those! The duke of Suffolk. ' custoins,
11 Gent. 'Tis the same, high-steward. I should have been beholden to your paper. 30 2 Gent. And that my lord of Norfolk. . But, I beseech you, what's become of Katharine, I Gent. Yes. The princess dowager: how goes her business: 1 | 2 Gent.Heaven bless thee! [Looking ontheQueen.
1 Gent. That I can tell you too. The archbishop Thou hast the sweetest face I ever look'd on. Of Canterbury, accompanied with other | Sir, as I have a soul, she is an angel; Learn'd and reverend fathers of his order, 35 Our king has all the Indies in his arms, Held a late court at Dunstable, six miles off I JAnd more, and richer, when he strains that lady: From Ampthill, where the princess lay; to which I cannot blame his conscience. She oft was cited by them, but appear'd not: 1 Gent. They, that bear And, to be short, for not appearance, and | The cloth of honour over her, are four barons The king's late scruple, by the main assent 40Of the Cinque-ports.
[her. Of all these learned men, she was divorc'd,
| 2 Gent. Those men are happy; so are all are near And the late marriage made of none effect : I take it, she that carries up the train, Since which, she was remov'd to Kimbolton, Jis that old noble lady, dutchess of Norfolk. Where she remains now, sick.
I Gent. It is; and all the rest are countesses. Gent. Alas, good lady!
145/ 2 Gent. Their coronets say so. These are stars, The trumpets sound: stand close; the queen is co- And, sometimes, falling ones.
[indeed; ming. Hautboys. | Gent. No more of that,
[pets. [Exit Procession, with a great flourish of trum
Enter a third Gentleman. THE ORDER OF THE CORONATION. 50 God save you, sir! Where have you been broiling? 1. A lively flourish of trumpets.
3 Gent. Among the crowd i'the abbey; where a 2. Then two Judges.
Could not be wedg'd in more: I am stified (finger 3. Lord Chancellor, with the purse and mace With the mere rankness of their joy. before him.
2 Gent. You saw the ceremony? 4. Choristers singing.
(Music. 55) 3 Gent. That I did.
Garter, in his coat of arms, and on his! 3 Gent. Well worth the seeing.
2 Gent. Good sir, speak it to us.
3 Gent. As well as I am able. The rich streamAnd one, already, of the privy-council. Of lords, and ladies, having brought the queen 2 Gent. He will deserve more. Toa prepar'd place in the choir, fell off
3 Gent. Yes, without all doubt. A distance from her: while her grace sat down Come, gentiemen, ye shall go my way, which To rest awhile, some half an hour, or so, 5 Is to the court, and there shall be my guests ; In a rich chair of state, opposing freely
Something I can command. As I walk thither, The beauty of her person to the people.
l'll tell ye more. Believe me, sir, she is the goodliest woman I Both. You may command us, sir: [Exeunt. That ever lay by man: which when the people Had the full view of, such a noise arose
SCENE II. As the shrouds make at sea in a stilf tempest,
Kimbolton. As loud, and to as many tunes: Hats, cloaks, Enter Katharine, Dowager,sick,led betrocen Griffith (Doublets, I think) flew up; and had their faces , her Gentleman-usher, and Patience her woman. Been loose, this day they had been lost. Such joy Grif. How does your grace? I never saw before. Great-belly'd women, "115! Kath. O, Griffith, sick to death: That had not half a week to go, like rams!
My legs, like loaded branches, bow to the earth, In the old time of war, would shake the press, Willing to leave their burden: Reach a chair ;And make'em reel before 'em. No man living 50,-now, methinks, I feel a little ease. Could say, This is my wife, there; all were woven Did'st thou not tell me, Griffith, as thou led'st me, So strangely in one piece.
120 That the great child of honour, cardinal Wolsey, 2 Gent. But what follow'd?
Spaces Was dead 3 Gent. Atlength her grace rose,andwith modest | Grif. Yes, madam : but, I think your grace, Came to the altar; where she kneel'd, and, saint- Out of the pain you suffer'd, gave no ear to't, like,
| Kath. Pr’ythee,goodGriffith, tell me how he dy'd; Cast her fair eyes to heaven, and pray'd devoutly. 2; If well, he stepp'd before me, happily ?, Then rose again, and bow'd her to the people ; For my example. When by the archbishop of Canterbury,
Grif: Well, the voice gocs, madam : She had all the royal makings of a queen;
For after the stout earl Northumberland As holy oil, Edward Confessor's crown,
Arrested him at York, and brought him forward Therod, and bird of peace, and all such emblems 30 (As a man sorely tainted) to his answer, Lay'd nobly on her: which performn'd, the choir, He fell sick suddenly, and grew so ill, With all the choicest music of the kingdom, | He could not sit his mule, Together sung Te Deum. So she parted,
Kath. Alas, poor man!'
[cester, And with the same full state pac'd back again Grif. At last, with easy roads' he came to LeiTo York place, where the feast is held.
35 Lodg'd in the abbey; where the reverend abbot, 1 Gent. You must no more call it York place, With all his convent, honourably receiv'd him; that's past :
To whom he gave these words. O father abbot, For, since the cardinal fell, that title's lost; |“An old man, broken with the storms of state, "Tis now the king's, and call'd-Whitehall. 1“ Is come to lay bis weary bones among ye; 3 Gent. I know it;
140“ Give him a little earth for charity!” But 'tis so lately alter'd, that the old name So went to bed; where eagerly his sickness Is fresh about me.
Pursu'd him still ; and, three nights after this, 2 Gent. What two reverend bishops
About the hour of eight, (which he himself Were those that went on each side of the queen: Foretold should be his last) full of repentance, 3 Gent. Stokesly, and Gardiner; the one, ot 45 Continual meditations, tears, and sorrows, '; Winchester,
He gave his honours to the world again, (Newly preferr'd from the king's secretary) | His blessed part to heaven,anıl slept in peace.[him! The other, London.
Kath. So may he rest; his faults lie gently on 2 Gent. He of Winchester
Yet thus far, Griffith, give me leave to speak him, Is held no great good lover of the archbishop, 50 And yet with charity ;-He was a man The virtuous Cranmer.
Of an unbounded stomachi, ever ranking 3 Gent. All the land knows that: [comes, Hinself with princes; one, that by suggestion llowever, yet there's no great breach; when it Ty'd * all the kingdom : simony was fair play ; Cranmer will find a friend will not shrink from him. His own opinion was his law : l’the presence
2 Gent. Who inay that be, I pray you?: 55 He would say umtruths; and be ever double, 3 Gent. Thomas Cromwell;
Both in his words and meaning: He was never, A man in much esteem with the king, and truly But where he meant to‘ruin, pitiful: A worthy friend, The king has made him His promises were, as he then was, mighty; Master o' the jewel-house,
1 But his performance, as he is now, nothing
lj. e. like battering-rams. ? Happily seems to mean on this occasion—peradventure, haply. i.e. by short stages. 4i. e. (says Mr. 'Tollet) He was a man of an unbounded stomach, or pride, ranking h'mself with princes, and, by suggestion to the king and the pope, hely'd, i. e. limited, circumscribed, and set bounds to the liberties and properties of all persons in the kingdom. That he did so, appears from various passages in the play.
Of his own body he was ill', and gave
order: at which, (as it were by inspiration) she The clergy ill example.
makes in her sleep signs of rejoicing, and hold the Grif. Noble madam,
up her hands to hearen; and so, in their dancing, Men's evil manners live in brass; their virtues they canish, carrying the garland ruith them. The We write in water?. May it please your highness 5 musick continues. To hear me speak his good now?
Kuth. Spirits of peace, where are ye? Are ye Kuth. Yes, good Griffith;
all gone? I were malicious else.
And leave me here in wretchedness behind ye? Grif. This cardinal,
Grif. Madam, we are here. Though from an humble stock, undoubtedly 10 Kath. It is not you I call for: Was fashion’d to much honour. From his cradle, Saw you none enter, since I slept? He was a scholar, and a ripe and good one: | Grif. None, madam. Exceeding wise, fair spoken, and persuading : Kath. No? Saw you not, even now, a blessed Lofty and sour, to them that lov'dhim not;
troop But, to those men that sought him, sweet as sum-'15 Invite me to a banquet; whose bright faces And though he were unsatisfy'd in getting, [mer. Cast thousand beams upon me, like the sun ? (Which was a sin) yet in bestowing, madam, They promis'd me eternal happiness ; He was most princely: Ever witness for him And brought me garlands, Griifith, which I feel Those twins of learning, that he rais'd in you, I am not worthy yet to wear : I shall, Ipswich, and Oxford! one of which fell with him, 20Assuredly.
[dreams Unwilling to out-live the good he did it;
Grif. I am most joyful, madam, such good The other, though unfinish'd, yet so famous, 1 ¡Possess your fancy. So excellent in art, and still so rising,
| Kath. Bid the musick leave, That Christendom shall ever speak his virtue. They are harsh and heavy to me. [/Tusick ceases. His overthrow heap'd happiness upon him; 1251 Pat. Do you note, For then, and not 'till then, he felt himself, |How much' her grace is alter'd on the sudden? And found the blessedness of being little :
How long her face is drawn? how pale she looks, And, to add greater honours to his age
And of an earthy cold? Mark her eyes, Than man could give hiin, be dy'd, fearing God. Grif. She is going, wench; pray, pray,
Kuth. After my death, I wish no other herald, 301 Pat. Heaven comfort her! No other speaker of my living actions,
Enter a Messenger. To keep mine honour from corruption,
Nes, An't like your grace, But such an honest chronicler as Griihth.
Kath. You are a sawcy fellow : Whom I most hated living, thou hast made me, Deserve we no more reverence? With thy religious truth, and modesty,
35 Grif. You are to blame, Now in his ashes honour: Peace be with him! Knowing, she will not lose her wonted greatness, Patience, be near me still; and set me lower: To use so rude behaviour: go to, kneel. I have not long to trouble thee.--Good Griffith, Mes. I humblydo entreat your bighness' pardon; Cause the musicians play me that sad note My haste made me unmannerly: There is staying I nam'd my knell, whilst I sit meditating 40 A gentleman, sent from the king, to see you. On that celestial harmony I go to.
| Kath. Admit himn entrance, Griffith: But this Sad and solemn musick. Let me ne'er see again.
fellow Grif. She is asleep: Good wench, let's sit down
[Exeunt Griffith, and Messenger, quiet,
Re-enter Griffith, rith Cupucius. For fear we wake her:-Softly, gentle Patience. 45 If my sight fail not, The vision. Eiter, solemnly tripping, one after an You should be lord ambassador from the emperor
other, sir personages, clad in white robes, wear My royal nephew, and your name Capucius. ing on their heads garlands of bays, and golden! | Cap. Madam, the same, your servant. ricards on their faces; branches of bays, orl | kath. O my lord, palm, in their hands. They first congee unto her, 50 The times, and titles, now are alter'd strangely then dance ; and, at certain changes, the first two With me, since first you knew me. But, I pray hold a spare garland over her head; at which, What is your pleasure with me
[you, the other four make reverend curtsies; then the Cup. Noble lady, two, that held the garland, deliver the same to First, mine own service to your grace; the next, the other next two, who observe the same order in 55 The king's request that I would visit you; their changes, and holding the garland over her Who grieves much for your weakness, and by me head; which done, they deliver the same garland sends you his princely coinmendations, to the last two, who likewise observe the samel And heartily entreats you take good comfort.
"A criminal connection with women was anciently call’d the rice of the body. So, in Holinshed, p. 1258, “ he labour'd by all means to cleare niistresse Sanders of committing erill of her bodie with bim.” ? Dr. Percy remarks, that “this reflection bears a great resemblance to a passage in Sir Thomas More's History of Richard III. where, speaking of the ungrateful turns which Jane Shore expe'rienced from those whom she had served in her prosperity; More adds, “ Men use, if they have an evil turne, to write it in marble, and whoso doeth us a good turne, we write it in duste.”
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