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Of such a time: — Being my servant sworn, (For so run the conditions,) leave these remnants
The duke retain'd him his.- - Buton; What hence? Of fool, and feather, that they got in France,

Surv. If, quoth he, I for this had been committed, With all their honourable points of ignorance,
As to the Tower, I thought, - I would have play'd Pertaining thereunto, (as fights, and fireworks;
The part my father meant to act upon

Abusing better men than they can be,
The usurper Richard : who, being at Salisbury, Out of a foreign wisdom,) renouncing clean
Made suit to come in his presence; which if granted, The faith they have in tennis, and tall stockings,
As he made semblance of his duty, would

Short blister'd breeches, and those types of travel,
Have put his knife into him.

And understand again like honest men ; K. Hen.

A giant traitor! Or pack to their old playfellows: there, I take it, Wol. Now, madam, may his highness live in They may, cum privilegio ?, wear away freedom,

The lag end of their wildness, and be laugh'd at. And this man out of prison ?

Sands. 'Tis time to give them physick, their diseases Q. Kath.

Heaven mend all! Are grown so catching. K. Hen. There's something more would out of Cham.

What a loss our ladies thee; What say'st ?

Will have of these trim vanities ! Surv. After the duke his father, with the


Ay, marry, knife,

There will be woe indeed. He stretch'd him, and, with one hand on his dagger, Sands. I am glad, they're going ; Another spread on his breast, mounting his eyes, (For, sure, there's no converting of them ;) now He did discharge a horrible oath ; whose tenour An honest country lord, as I am, beaten Was, Were he evil us'd, he would out-go A long time out of play, may bring his plain-song, His father, by as much as a performance

And have an hour of hearing; and, by'r-lady,
Does an irresolute purpose.

Held current musick too.
K. Hen.
There's his period, Chaт.

Well said, lord Sands; To sheath his knife in us. He is attach'd;

Your colt's tooth is not cast yet. Call him to present trial : if he may


No, my lord; Find mercy in the law, 'tis his; if none,

Nor shall not, while I have a stump. Let him not seek't of us: By day and night,


Sir Thomas He's traitor to the height.

Exeunt. Whither were you a going ?

To the cardinal's;
SCENE III. - A Room in the Palace. Your lordship is a guest too.


O, 'tis true: Enter the Lord Chamberlain, and Lord Sands.

This night he makes a supper, and a great one, Cham. Is it possible, the spells of France should To many lords and ladies; there will be juggle

The beauty of this kingdom, I'll assure you. Men into such strange mysteries ?

Lov. That churchman bears a bounteous mind Sands.

New customs,

indeed, Though they be never so ridiculous,

A hand as fruitful as the land that feeds us; Nay, let them be unmanly, yet are follow'd.

His dews fall every where. Cham. As far as I see, all the good our English Chant.

No doubt, he's noble; Have got by the late voyage, if but merely

He had a black mouth, that said other of him. A fit 4 or two o' the face; but they are shrewd ones; Sands. He may, my lord, he has wherewithal, in For when they hold them, you would swear directly,

him, Their very noses had been counsellors

Sparing would show a worse sin than ill doctrine: To Pepin, or Clotharius, they keep state so. Men of his way should be most liberal, Sands. They have all new legs, and lame ones; They are set here for examples. one would take it,


True, they are so; That never saw them pace before, the spavin, But few now give so great ones. My barge stays; A springhalt 5 reign'd among


Your lordship shall along: - Come, good sir Thomas, Cham.

Death! my lord, We shall be late else: which I would not be, Their clothes are after such a pagan cut too,

For I was spoke to, with sir Henry Guildford, That, sure, they have worn out christendom. How | This night to be comptrollers. now?


I am your lordship's What news, sir Thomas Lovell ?

(Exeunt. Enter Sır Thomas Lovell.

SCENE IV. The Presence-Chamber in YorkLov. 'Faith, my lord,

Place. I hear of none but the new proclamation

Hautboys. A small Table under a State for the CarThat's clapp'd upon the court-gate.

dinal, a longer Table for the Guests. Enter at one Cham.

What is't for?

Door Anne BULLEN, and divers Lords, Ladies, Lov. The reformation of our travell’d gallants,

and Gentlewomen, as Guests; at another Door, That fill the court with quarrels, talk, and tailors.

enter Sır HENRY GUILDFORD. Cram. I am glad, 'tis there; now I would pray

Guild. Ladies, a general welcome from his grace our monsieurs To think an English courtier may be wise,

Salutes ye all: This night he dedicates And never see the Louvre.

To fair content, and you : none here, he hopes, Lov.

They must either

In all this noble bevy 8, has brought with her

One care abroad; he would have all as merry 4 Grimace.

5 Disease incident to horses. 6 A palace at Paris,

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Good lord chamberlain, Enter Lord Chamberlain, LORD Sands, and Sir Go, give them welcome, you can speak the French Thomas LOVELL.

tongue; The very thought of this fair company

And, pray, receive them nobly, and conduct them, Clapp'd wings to me.

Into our presence, where this heaven of beauty Cham.

You are young, sir Harry Guildford. Shall shine at full upon them: – Some attend him.. Sweet ladies, will it please you sit? Sir Harry,

(Erit Chamberlain, attended. All arise,

and Tables removed. Place you that side, I'll take the charge of this : His grace is ent'ring. — Nay, you must not freeze; You have now a broken banquet: but we'll mend it.

A good digestion to you all : and, once more, Two women plac'd together makes cold weather :

I shower a welcome on you ;

Welcome all. My lord Sands, you are one will keep them waking; Pray, sit between these ladies.

Hautboys. Enter the King, and twelve others, as Sands.

By my faith, Maskers, habited like Shepherds, with sirteen TorchAnd thank your lordship. — By your leave, sweet bearers ; ushered by the Lord Chamberlain. They ladies;

pass directly before the Cardinal, and gracefully [Seats himself between Anne Bullen and salute him.

another Lady. If I chance to talk a little wild, forgive me;

A noble company! what are their pleasures ? I had it from my father.

Cham. Because they speak no English, thus they

Was he mad, sir ?

To tell your grace: - That, having heard by fame
Sands. O, very mad, exceeding mad, in love too:

Of this so noble and so fair assembly But he would bite none ; just as I do now,

This night to meet here, they could do no less, He would kiss you twenty with a breath.

Out of the great respect they bear to beauty, (l'isses her.

But leave their flocks; and, under your fair conduct Cham.

Well said, my lord.

Crave leave to view these ladies, and entreat So, now you are fairly seated : - Gentlemen,

An hour of revels with them. The penance lies on you, if these fair ladies


Say, lord chamberlain, Pass away frowning. Sands. For my little cure,

They have done my poor house grace; for which I Let me alone.

A thousand thanks, and pray them take their pleasures. Hautboys. Enter CARDINAL Wolsey, attended ; and

(Ladies chosen for the Dance. The King takes his State.

chooses ANNE BULLEN. Wol. You are welcome, my fair guests; that

K. Hen. The fairest hand I ever touched! 0, noble lady,

beauty, Or gentleman, that is not freely merry,

Till now I never knew thee. [Musick. Dance.
Is not my friend : This, to confirm my welcome; Wol. My lord,
And to you all good health.


Your grace?
Your grace is noble ; -

Wol. Pray tell them thus much from me: Let ine have such a bowl may hold my thanks,

There should be one amongst them, by his person, And save me so much talking.

More worthy this place than myself; to whom, Wol.

My lord Sands,

If I but knew him, with my love and duty I am beholden to you: cheer your neighbours.

I would surrender it. Ladies, you are not merry ;



I will, my lord. Whose fault is this?

[Cham. goes to the Company, and returns. Sands. The red wine first must rise

Wol. What say they ? In their fair cheeks, my lord ; then we shall have


Such a one, they all confess, them

There is, indeed; which they would have your grace, Talk us to silence.

Find out, and he will take it.
You are a merry gamester,

Wol. Let me see, then. — [Comes from his State. My lord Sands.

By all your good leaves, gentlemen;— Here I'll make Sands. Yes, if I make my play, 9

My royal choice. Here's to your ladyship; and pledge it, madam. K. Hen.

You have found bim, cardinal : (Drum and Trumpels within : Chambers !

[Unmasking. discharged.

You hold a fair assembly; you do well, lord : Wol.

What's that? You are a churchman, or, I'll tell you, cardinal, Cham. Look out there, some of you.

I should judge now unhappily. ?
[Eril a Servant. Wol.

I am glad,

What warlike voice? | Your grace is grown so pleasant.
And to what end is this? — Nay, ladies, fear not;

K. Hen.

My lord chamberlain, By all the laws of war you are privileg'd.

Pr’ythee, come hither: What fair lady's that ?

Chan. An't please your grace, sir Thomas BulRe-enter Servant.

len's daughter, Cham. How now? what is't ?

The viscount Rochford, one of her highness' women. Serv.

A noble troop of strangers; K. Hen. By heaven, she is a dainty one. For so they seem : they have left their barge, and

Sweetheart, landed ;

I were unmannerly to take you out, 9 Choose my game.

2 Mischievously.

Small cannon.

And not to kiss you. - A health, gentlemen, K. Hen. Lead in your ladies, every one. — Sweet
Let it


partner, Wol. Sir Thomas Lovell, is the banquet ready I must not yet forsake you: Let's be merry :I'the privy chamber?

Good my lord cardinal, I have half a dozen healths Lov. Yes, my lord.

To drink to these fair ladies, and a measure 3 Wol.

To lead them once again; and then let's dream I fear with dancing is a little heated.

Who's best in favour. - Let the musick knock it. K. Hen. I fear too much.

[Ereunt, with Trumpets. Wol.

There's fresher air, my lord, In the next chamber.

Your grace,


SCENE I. – A Street.

1 Gent.

'Tis likely,

By all conjectures : First, Kildare's attainder, Enter two Gentlemen, meeting.

Then deputy of Ireland ; who remor'd, 1 Gent. Whither away so fast ?

Earl Surrey was sent thither, and in haste too, 2 Gent.

0, — save you, sir, Lest he should help his father. Even to the hall, to hear what shall become

2 Gent.

That trick of state Of the great duke of Buckingham.

Was a deep envious one. 1 Gent.

I'll save you
1 Gent.

At his return,
That labour, sir. All's now done, but the ceremony No doubt, he will requite it. This is noted,
Of bringing back the prisoner.

And generally; whoever the king favours, 2 Gent.

Were you there? The cardinal instantly will find employment, 1 Gent. Yes, indeed, was I.

And far enough from court too. 2 Gent. Pray speak, what has happen'd ? 2 Gent.

All the commons 1 Gent. You may guess quickly what.

Hate him perniciously, and, o' my conscience, 2 Gent.

Is he found guilty? Wish him ten fathom deep: this duke as much 1 Gent. Yes, truly is he, and condemn’d upon it. They love, and dote on ; call him, bounteous Buck. 2 Gent. I am sorry for't.

ingham, 1 Gent.

So are a number more. The mirror of all courtesy ; 2 Gent. But, pray, how pass'd it?

1 Gent.

Stay there, sir, 1 Gent. I'll tell you in a little. The great duke And see the noble ruin'd man you speak of Came to the bar ; where, to his accusations, He pleaded still not guilty, and alleg'd

Enter BUCKINGHAM from his Arraignment ; Tip Many sharp reasons to defeat the law.

staves before him, the Are with the Edge towards The king's attorney, on the contrary,

him; Halberds on each Sile: with him Six THOMAS Urg'd on the examinations, proofs, confessions LOVELI, SIR NICHOLAS Vaux, SiR WILLIAN Of divers witnesses ; which the duke desir'd

Sands, and common People. To him brought, virá voce, to his face:

2 Gent. Let's stand close, and behold him. At which appear'd against him, his surveyor;


All good people, Sir Gilbert Peck, his chancellor; and John Court, You that thus far have come to pity me, Confessor to him ; with that devil-monk,

Hear what I say, and then go home and lose me. Hopkins, that made this mischief.

I have this day receiv'd a traitor's judgment, 2 Gent.

That was he And by that name must die; yet, heaven bear witness, That fed him with his prophecies?

And, if I have a conscience, let it sink me, 1 Gent.

The same.

Even as the axe falls, if I be not faithful ! All these accus'd him strongly; which he fain The law I bear no malice for my death, Would have flung from him, but, indeed, he could It has done, upon the premises, but justice : not:

But those that sought it, I could wish more ChrisAnd so his peers, upon this evidence

tians : Have found him guilty of high treason.

Much Be what they will, I heartily forgive them : He spoke, and learnedly, for life: but all

Yet let them look they glory not in mischief, Was either pitied in him, or forgotten.

Nor build their evils on the graves of great men; 2 Gent. After all this, how did he bear himself? | For then my guiltless blood must cry against them. i Gent. When he was brought again to the bar, For further life in this world I ne'er hope, to hear

Nor will I sue, although the king have mercies His knell rung out, his judgment, he was stirr'd More than I dare make faults. You few that lov'd With such an agony, be sweat extremely,

me, And something spoke in choler, ill and hasty : And dare be bold to weep for Buckingham, But he fell to himself again, and sweetly,

His noble friends, and fellows, whom to leave In all the rest show'd a most noble patience. Is only bitter to him, only dying, 2 Gent. I do not think he fears death.

Go, with me, like good angels, to my end ; 1 Gent.

Sure, he does not, And, as the long divorce of steel falls on me, He never was so womanish; the cause

Make of your prayers one sweet sacrifice, He may a little grieve at.

And lift my soul to heaven. — Lead on, o' God's 2 Gent.

Certainly, The cardinal is the end of this.

3 Dance.


Lov. I do beseech your grace, for charity,

1 Gent.

Good angels keep it from us! If ever any malice in your heart

Where may it be? you do not doubt my faith, sir ? Were hid against me, now to forgive me frankly. 2 Gent. This secret is so weighty, 'twill require

Buck. Sir Thomas Lovell, I as free forgive you, | A strong faith to conceal it. As I would be forgiven: I forgive all;

1 Gent.

Let me bave it; There cannot be those numberless offences

I do not talk much. 'Gainst me, I can't take peace with: no black envy 2 Gent.

I am confident ; Shall make my grave.

Commend me to his grace; You shall, sir: Did you not of late days hear And, if he speak of Buckingham, pray, tell him, A buzzing, of a separation You met him half in heaven: my vows and prayers Between the king and Katharine ? Yet are the king's; and, till my soul forsake me, 1 Gent.

Yes, but it held not ; Shall cry for blessings on him : May he live For when the king once heard it, out of anger Longer than I have time to tell his years!

He sent coinmand to the lord mayor straight Ever belov’d, and loving, may his rule be! To stop the rumour, and allay those tongues And, when old time shall lead him to his end, That durst disperse it. Goodness and he fill up one monument !

2 Gent.

But that slander, sir, Lov. To the water side I must conduct your grace; Is found a truth now: for it grows again Then give my charge up to sir Nicholas Vaux, Fresher than e'er it was; and held for certain, Who undertakes you to your end.

The king will venture at it. Either the cardinal, Vaur.

Prepare there, Or some about him near, have, out of malice The duke is coming : see, the barge be ready; To the good queen, possess'd him with a scruple And fit it with such furniture, as suits

That will undo her: To confirm this too, The greatness of his person.

Cardinal Campeius is arriv’d, and lately ; Buck.

Nay, sir Nicholas, As all think, for this business. Let it alone; my state now will but mock me. I Gent.

'Tis the cardinal; When I came hither, I was lord high constable, And merely to revenge him on the emperor, And duke of Buckingham ; now, poor Edward For not bestowing on him, at his asking, Bohun :

The archbishoprick of Toledo, this is purpos’d. Yet I am richer than my base accusers,

2 Gent. I think, you have hit the mark : but is't That never knew what truth meant: I now seal it;

not cruel, And with that blood will make them one day groan That she should feel the smart of this? The cardinal for't.

Will have his will, and she must fall. My noble father, Henry of Buckingham,

1 Gent.

'Tis woful. Who first rais'd head against usurping Richard, We are too open here to argue this; Flying for succour to his servant Banister,

Let's think in private more.

[Exeunt. Being distress'd, was by that wretch betray'd, And without trial fell; God's peace be with him! SCENE II. An Ante-chamber in the Palace. Henry the Seventh succeeding, truly pitying My father's loss, like a most royal prince,

Enter the Lord Chamberlain, reading a Letter. Restor'd me to my honours, and, out of ruins, Cham. My lord, The horses your lordship sent Made my name once more noble. Now his son, for, with all the care I had, I saw well chosen, ridden, Henry the Eighth, life, honour, name, and all und furnished. They were young, and handsome ; That made me happy, at one stroke has taken and of the best breed in the north. When they were For ever from the world. I had my trial,

ready to set out for London, a man of my lord cardiAnd, must needs say, a noble one; which makes me nal's, by commission, and main power, took 'em from A little happier than my wretched father :

me; with this reason, His master would be served Yet thus far we are one in fortunes: -- Both

before a subject, if not before the king ; which stopped Fell by our servants, by those men we lov'd most;

our mouths, sir. A most unnatural and faithless service!

I fear, he will, indeed; Well, let him have them : Heaven has an end in all : Yet, you that hear me,

He will have all, I think. This from a dying man receive as certain : Where you are liberal of your loves, and counsels, Enter the DUKES OF NORFOLK and SUFFOLK. Be sure, you be not loose; for those you make friends, Nor.

Well met, my good And give your hearts to, when they once perceive Lord chamberlain. The least rub in your fortunes, fall away

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Good day to both your graces. Like water from ye, never found again

Suf. How is the king employ'd ? But where they mean to sink ye. All good people, Cam.

I left him private, Pray for me! I must now forsake ye; the last hour Full of sad thoughts and troubles. Of my long weary life is come upon me.


What's the cause ? Farewell :

Cham. It seems, the marriage with his brother's And when you would say something that is sad,

wife Speak how I fell. — I have done; and God forgive Has crept too near his conscience. me! [Exeunt BUCKINGHAM and Train. Suf:

No, his conscience 1 Gent. O, this is full of pity! Sir, it calls, Has crept too near another lady. I fear, too many curses on their heads,

Nor. That were the authors.

This is the cardinal's doing, the king-cardinal : 2 Gent.

If the duke be guiltless, That blind priest, like the eldest son of fortune, 'Tis full of woe: yet I can give you inkling Turns what he lists. The king will know him one day. Of an ensuing evil, if it fall,

Suf. Pray heaven, he do! he'll never know himGreater than this.

self else.

'Tis so;

Nor. How holily he works in all his business! The quiet of my wounded conscience, And with what zeal! For now he has crack'd the Thou art a cure fit for a king. – You're welcome, league

[To CAMPEIUS. Between us and the emperor, the queen's great Most learned reverend sir, into our kingdom; nephew.

Use us, and it:— My good lord, have great car He dives into the king's soul; and there scatters I be not found a talker.

(To WOLSEY. Dangers, doubts, wringing of the conscience,


Sir, you cannot. Fears, and despairs, and all these for his marriage: I would your grace would give us but an hour nd, out of all these to restore the king,

Of private conference. He counsels a divorce: a loss of her,

K. Hen.

We are busy; go. That, like a jewel, has hung twenty years

[To Norfolk and SCIFOLK. About his neck, yet never lost her lustre;

Nor. This priest has no pride in him? Of her, that loves him with that excellence


Not to speak of; That angels love good men with; even of her I would not be so sick though“, for his That, when the greatest stroke of fortune falls,

place: Will bless the king: And is not this course pious ? But this cannot continue. Cham. Heaven keep me from such counsel! 'Tis Nor.

If it do, most true,

I'll venture one heave at him. These news are every where ; every tongue speaks Suf.

I another. them,

(Ereunt Norfolk and SUFFOLE. And every true heart weeps for't: All, that dare Wol. Your grace has given a precedent of wisdom Look into these affairs, see this main end,

Above all princes, in committing freely The French king's sister. Heaven will one day open Your scruple to the voice of Christendom: The king's eyes, that so long have slept upon

Who can be angry now? what envy reach you? This bold bad man.

The Spaniard, tied by blood and favour to her, Suf

And free us from his slavery. Must now confess, if they have any goodness, Nor. We had need pray,

The trial just and noble. All the clerks, And heartily, for our deliverance ;

I mean, the learned ones, in Christian kingdoms Or this imperious man will work us all

Have their free voices; Rome, the nurse of judgment, From princes into pages : all men's honours Invited by your noble self, hath sent Lie in one lump before him, to be fashion'd One general tongue unto us, this good man, Into what pitch he please.

This just and learned priest, cardinal Campeius; Suf.

For me, my lords, Whom, once more, I present unto your highness. I love him not, nor fear him ; there's my creed : K. Hen. And, once more, in mine arins, I bid him As I am made without him, so I'll stand,

welcome, If the king please ; his curses and his blessings And thank the holy conclave for their loves; Touch me alike, they are breath I not believe in. They have sent me such a man I would have wish'd I knew him, and I know him ; so I leave him

for. To him, that made him proud, the pope.

Cam. Your grace must needs deserve all strangers' Nor.

Let's in ;

loves, And, with some other business, put the king You are so noble: To your highness' hand From these sad thoughts, that work too much upon I tender my commission ; by whose virtue, him :

(The court of Rome commanding,) — you, my lord My lord, you'll bear us company?

Cardinal of York, are join'd with me their servant, Cham.

Excuse me;

In the impartial judging of this business, The king hath sent me other-where: besides,

K. Hen. Two equal men. The queen shall be You'll find a most unfit time to disturb him :

acquainted Health to your lordships.

Forthwith, for what you come :- - Where's Gardiner? Nor. Thanks, my good lord chamberlain. Wol. I know your majesty has always lord her

(Exit Lord Chamberlain. So dear in heart not to deny her that Norfolk opens a Folding-door. The King is dis

A woman of less place might ask by law, covered sitting and reading pensively.

Scholars, allow'd freely to argue for her.

K. Hen. Ay, and the best she shall have ; and my Suf. How sad he looks! sure, he is much afflicted.

favour K. Hen. Who is there? ha ?

To him that does best; God forbid else. Cardinal, Nor.

'Pray heaven he be not angry: Pr’ythee, call Gardiner to me, my new secretary; K. Hen. Who's there, I say? How dare you thrust I find him a fit fellow.

[Exit WOLSEY. yourselves Into my private meditations ?

Re-enter WOLSEY, with GARDINER. Who am I? ha ?

Wol. Give me your hand: much joy and favour Nur. A gracious king, that pardons all offences Malice ne'er meant : our breach of duty, this way,

You are the king's now. Is business of estate; in which, we come


But to be commanded
To know your royal pleasure.
K. Hen.

You are too bold;
For ever by your grace, whose hand has rais'd me.

[ Aside. Go to; I'll make ye know your times of business :

K. Hen. Come hither, Gardiner. Is this an hour for temporal affairs ? ha?

(They converse apart. Enter Wolsey and CAMPEIUS.

Cam. My lord of York, was not one doctor Pace Who's there ? my good lord cardinal ? – O my In this man's place before him ? Wolsey,

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