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They swell, and grow as terrible as storms. And came to the eye o'the king: wherein was read, I know, you have a gentle, noble temper,
How that the cardinal did entreat his holiness A soul as even as a calm: Pray, think us
To stay the judgment o'the divorce: For if
A creature of the queen's, lady Anne Bullen.
Believe it. Such doubts, as false coin, from it. The king loves Sur.
Will this work? you;
Cham. The king in this perceives him how he Beware you lose it not: For us, if you please
coasts, To trust us in your business, we are ready
And hedges, bis own way. But in this point To use our utmost studies in your service.
All his tricks founder, and he brings his physick Q. Kath. Do what ye will, my lords: And, pray, After his patient's death : the king already forgive me,
Hath married the fair lady. If I have us'd s myself unmannerly ;
'Would he had ! You know, I am a woman, lacking wit
Suf. May you be happy in your wish, my lord ! To make a seemly answer to such persons.
For, I profess, you have it. Pray, do my service to his majesty :
Now all my joy He has my heart yet; and shall have my prayers, Trace 5 the conjunction ! While I shall have my life. Come, reverend fathers, Suf.
My amen to't! Bestow your counsels on me: she now begs,
All men's That little thought, when she set footing here, Suf. There's order given for her coronation: She should have bought her dignities so dear. Marry, this is yet but young, and may be left
[Ereunt. To some ears unrecounted. - But, my lords, SCENE II. - Ante-chamber to the King's Apart- She is a gallant creature, and complete
In mind and feature: I persuade me, from her ment.
Will fall some blessing to this land, which shall Enter the DUKE OF NORFOLK, the DUKE OF SUFFOLK, In it be memoriz'd.6 the EARL OF SURREY, and the Lord Chamberlain.
But, will the king
The Lord forbid !
Marry, amen! The offer of this time, I cannot promise,
No, no; But that you shall sustain more new disgraces, There be more wasps that buz about his nose, With these you bear already.
Will make this sting the sooner. Cardinal Campeius Sur.
I am joyful
Is stolen away to Rome; hath ta'en no leave;
To second all his plot. I do assure you,
The king cry'd, ha! at this.
Now, heaven incense him, Strangely neglected ? when did he regard
And let him cry, ha, louder ! The stamp of nobleness in any person,
But, my lord, Out of himself?
When returns Cranmer ? Cham. My lords, you speak your pleasures : Suf. He is return'd, in his opinions; which What he deserves of you and me, I know;
Have satisfied the king for his divorce, What we can do to him, (though now the time Together with all famous colleges Gives way to us,) I much fear. If you cannot Almost in Christendom: shortly, I believe, Bar his access to the king, never attempt
His second marriage shall be publish'd, and Any thing on him ; for he hath a witchcraft Her coronation. Katharine no more Over the king in his tongue.
Shall be call'd queen; but princess-dowager, Nor.
0, fear him not;
And widow to prince Arthur. His speil in that is out : the king hath found
This same Cranmer: Matter against him, that for ever mars
A worthy fellow, and hath ta'en much pain The honey of his language. No, he's settled, In the king's business. Not to come off, in his displeasure.
He has; and we shall see less Sur.
For it, an archbishop. I should be glad to hear such news as this
So I hear. Once every hour.
Enter WOLSEY and CROMWELL.
Observe, observe, he's moody. Sur.
Wol. The packet, Cromwell, gave it you the king His practices to light ?
Crom. To his own hand, in his bed-chamber. Suf. Most strangely.
Wol. Look'd he o' the inside of the paper ?
0, how, how? Crom. Suf. The cardinal's letter to the pope miscarried, He did unseal them : and the first he view'd, 3 Behaved.
6 Made memorable.
He did it with a serious mind; a heed
Dwell in his musings : but, I am afraid, Was in his countenance : You, he bade
His thinkings are below the moon, not worth Attend him here this morning.
His serious considering.
[He takes his Seat, and whispers Lovell, To come abroad ?
who goes to WOLSEY Crom. I think, by this he is.
Heaven forgive me! Wol. Leave me a while. (Erit CROMWELL. Ever God bless your highness! It shall be to the duchess of Alençon,
Good, my lord, The French king's sister : he shall marry her. You are full of heavenly stuff, and bear the inAnne Bullen ! No; I'll no Anne Bullens for him :
ventory There is more in it than fair visage. — Bullen ! Of your best graces in your mind; the which No, we'll no Bullens. Speedily I wish
You were now running o'er ; you have scarce time To hear from Rome. - The marchioness of Pem- To steal from spiritual leisure a brief span; broke!
To keep your earthly audit: Sure, in that Nor. He's discontented.
I deem you an ill husband; and am glad Suf.
May be, he hears the king To have you therein my companion. Does whet his anger to him.
Sharp enough, For holy offices I have a time; a time Lord, for thy justice !
To think upon the part of business, which Wol. The late queen's gentlewoman ; a knight's I bear i' the state ; and nature does require daughter,
Her times of preservation, which, perforce, To be her mistress' mistress! the queen's queen!. I, her frail son, amongst my brethren mortal, This candle burns not clear : 'tis I must snuff it; Must give my tendance to. Then, out it goes. What though I know her vir- K. Hen.
You have said well. tuous,
Wol. And ever may your highness yoke together And well-deserving ? yet I know her for
As I will lend you cause, my doing well
"Tis well said again : Our hard-rul'd king. Again, there is sprung up And 'tis a kind of good deed, to say well : An heretick, an arch one, Cranmer; one
And yet words are no deeds. My father lov'd you: Hath crawl'd into the favour of the king,
He said, he did ; and with his deed did crown And is his oracle.
His word upon you.
Since I had my office, Nor.
He is vex'd at something; I have kept you next my heart ; have not alone Suf. I would, 'twere something that would fret Employ'd you where high profits might con home, the string,
But par'd my present havings, to bestow
My bounties upon you.
What should this mean? Enter the King, reading a Schedule ; and Lovell. Sur. Good heaven increase this business ! [ Aside. Suf
The king, the king.
Have I not made you
What say you? Saw you the cardinal ?
Wol. My sovereign, I confess, your royal graces, Nor. My lord, we have
Shower'd on me daily, have been more, than could Stood here observing him: Some strange commotion My studied purposes requite; which went Is in his brain : he bites his lip, and starts;
Beyond all man's endeavours : - my endeavours Stops on a sudden, looks upon the ground,
Have ever come too short of my desires, Then, lays his finger on his temple; straight,
Yet, fil'd with my abilities : Mine own ends Springs out into fast gait 7; then, stops again,
Have been mine so, that evermore they pointed Strikes his breast hard; and anon, he casts
To the good of your most sacred person, and His eye against the moon : in most strange postures The profit of the state. For your great graces We have seen him set himself.
Heap'd upon me, poor undeserver, I K. Hen.
It may well be; Can nothing render but allegiant thanks;
Which ever has, and ever shall be growing,
Fairly answerd; Forsooth, an inventory, thus importing,
A loyal and obedient subject is The several parcels of his plate, his treasure,
Therein illustrated : The honour of it Rich stuffs and ornaments of household ; which Does pay the act of it; as, i'the contrary, I find at such proud rate, that it outspeaks
The foulness is the punishment. I presume, Possession of a subject.
That, as my hand has open'd bounty to you, Nor.
It's heaven's will; My heart dropp'd love, my power rain'd honour, Some spirit put this paper in the packet, To bless your eye withal.
On you, than any; so your hand, and heart, K. Hen.
If we did think Your brain, and every function of your power, His contemplation were above the earth,
Should, notwithstanding that your bond of duty, And fix'd on spiritual object, he should still, As 'twere in love's particular, be more
I do profess, You ask with such a violence, the king, That for your highness' good I ever labour'd (Mine and your master,) with his own hand gave me: More than mine own; that am, have, and will be, Bade me enjoy it, with the place and honours, Though all the world should crack their duty to you, During my life; and, to confirm his goodness, And throw it from their soul: though perils did Tied it by letters patents : Now, who'll take it? Abound, as thick as thought could make them, and Sur. The king, that gave it. Appear in forms more horrid; yet my duty,
It must be himself then. As doth a rock against the chiding flood,
Sur. Thou art a proud traitor, priest. Should the approach of this wild river break,
Proud lord, thou liest; And stand unshaken yours.
Within these forty hours, Surrey durst better K. Hen.
'Tis nobly spoken : Have burnt that tongue, than said so. Take notice, lords, he has a loyal breast,
Thy ambition, For you have seen him open't. Read o'er this; Thou scarlet sin, robb'd this bewailing land
[Giving him Papers. Of noble Buckingham, my father-in-law : And, after, this : and then to breakfast, with The heads of all thy brother cardinals, What appetite you have.
(With thee, and all thy best parts bound together,) [Exit King, frowning upon CARDINAL WOLSEY: Weigh'd not a hair of his. Plague of your policy!
the Nobles throng after him, smiling, and You sent me deputy for Ireland;
Far from his succour, from the king, from all Wol.
What should this mean? That might have mercy on the fault thou gar'st him; What sudden anger's this ? how have I reap'd it? Whilst your great goodness, out of holy pity, He partad frowning from me, as if ruin
Absolv'd him with an axe. Leap'd from his eyes : So looks the chafed lion
This, and all else Upon the daring huntsman that has gall’d him; This talking lord can lay upon my credit, Then makes him nothing. I must read this paper; I answer, is most false. The duke by law I fear, the story of bis anger.
Found his deserts : how innocent I was This paper has undone me:- 'Tis the account From any private malice in his end, Of all that world of wealth I have drawn together His noble jury and foul cause can witness. For mine own ends ; indeed, to gain the popedom, If I lov'd many words, lord, I should tell you, And fee my friends in Rome. O negligence, You have as little honesty as honour; Fit for a fool to fall by! What cross devil
That I, in the way of loyalty and truth Made me put this main secret in the packet Toward the king, my ever royal master, I sent the king? Is there no way to cure this ? Dare mate a sounder man than Surrey can be, No new device to beat this from his brains ?
And all that love his follies. I know, 'twill stir him strongly; yet I know
By my soul, A way, if it take right, in spite of fortune
Your long coat, priest, protects you; thou should Will bring me off again. What's this - To the Pope?
feel The letter, as I live, with all the business
My sword i' the life-blood of thee else. - My lords, I writ to his holiness. Nay then, farewell ! Can ye endure to hear this arrogance ? I have touch'd the highest point of all my greatness; | And from this fellow? If we live thus tamely, And, from that full meridian of my glory,
To be thus jaded 3 by a piece of scarlet, I haste now to my setting : I shall fall
Farewell nobility ; let his grace go forward, Like a bright exhalation in the evening,
And dare us with his cap, like larks. 4 And no man see me more.
Is poison to thy stomach. Re-enter the Dukes OF NORFOLK and SUFFOLK, the
Yes, that goodness EARL OF SURREY, and the Lord Chamberlain.
Of gleaning all the land's wealth into one, Nor. Hear the king's pleasure, cardinal; who Into your own hands, cardinal, by extortion; commands you
The goodness of your intercepted packets, To render up the great seal presently
You writ to the pope, against the king; your goodness Into our hands; and to confine yourself
Since you provoke me, shall be most notorious. To Asher-House ', my lord of Winchester's,
My lord of Norfolk, - as you are truly noble, Till you hear further from his highness.
As you respect the common good, the state Wol.
Of our despis'd nobility, our issues, Where's your commission, lords ? words cannot carry Who, if he live, will scarce be gentlemen, Authority so weighty.
Produce the grand sum of his sins, the articles Who dare cross them ?
Collected from his life: Suf:
· I'll startle you Bearing the king's will from his mouth expressly?
Worse than the sacring bell, lord cardinal. Wol. Till I find more than will, or words, to do it,
Wol. How much, methinks, I could despise this
man, (I mean your malice,) know, officious lords, I dare, and must deny it. Now I feel
But that I am bound in charity against it! Of what coarse metal ye are moulded — envy
Nor. Those articles, my lord, are in the king's How eagerly ye follow my disgraces,
hand : As if it fed ye! and how sleek and wanton But, thus much, they are foul ones.
So much fairer, Ye appear in every thing may bring my ruin ! Follow your envious courses, men of malice ; And spotless, shall mine innocence arise, You have christian warrant for them, and, no doubt, When the king knows my truth. In time will find their fit rewards. That scal, * Equal
3 Ridden down
* A cardinal's hat is scarlet, and the method of daring larts Esher in Surrey.
is by small mirrors on scarlet cloth.
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 aspéct 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.
Why, how now, 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 Rer 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, Suf. Then, that without the knowledge I am fallen indeed. Either of king or council, when you went
How does your grace ? Ambassador to the emperor, you made bold
Why, well; To carry into Flanders the great seal.
Never so truly happy, my good Cromwell. Sur. Item, you sent a large commission
I know myself now; and I feel within me To Gregory de Cassalis, to conclude,
A peace above all earthly dignities, Without the king's will, or the state's allowance,
A still and quiet conscience. The king has cur'd me, A league between his highness and Ferrara. I humbly thank his grace; and from these shoulders,
Suf. That, out of mere ambition, you have caus'a These ruin'd pillars, out of pity, taken Your holy hat to be stamp'd on the king's coin.
A load would sink a navy, too much honour; Sur. Then, that you have sent innumerable sub- O, 'tis a burden, Cromwell, 'tis a burden, stance,
Too heavy for a man that hopes for heaven. (By what means got, I leave to your own conscience,) Crom. I am glad, your grace has made that right To furnish Rome, and to prepare the ways
use of it. You have for dignities; to the mere 5 undoing
Wol. I hope, I have : I am able now, methinks, Of all the kingdom. Many more there are ;
(Out of a fortitude of soul I feel,) Which, since they are of you, and odious,
To endure more miseries, and greater far, I will not taint my mouth with.
Than my weak-hearted enemies dare offer. Cham.
O my lord,
What news abroad? Press not a falling man too far; 'tis virtue:
The heaviest and the worst, His faults lie open to the laws; let them,
Is your displeasure with the king. Not you, correct him. My heart weeps to see him
God bless him! So little of his great self.
Crom. The next is, that sir Thomas More is chosen Sur. I forgive him.
Lord chancellor in your place. Suf. Lord cardinal, the king'sfurther pleasure is,- Wol.
That's somewhat sudden : Because all those things, you have done of late
But he's a learned man. May he continue By your power legatine within this kingdom, Long in his highness' favour, and do justice Fall into the compass of a præmunire 6,
For truth's sake, and his conscience; that his bones, That therefore such a writ be sued against you ;
When he has run his course, and sleeps in blessings, To forfeit all your goods, lands, tenements, May have a tomb of orphan's tears 7 wept on 'em ! Chattels, and whatsoever, and to be
What more? Out of the king's protection : — This is my charge.
Crom. That Cranmer is return'd with welcome, Nor. And so we'll leave you to your meditations Install'd lord archbishop of Canterbury. How to live better. For your stubborn answer,
Wol. That's news indeed. About the giving back the great seal to us,
Last, that the lady Anne, The king shall know it, and no doubt, shall thank Whom the king hath in secrecy long married, you.
This day was view'd in open, as his queen, So fare you well, my little good lord cardinal. Going to chapel ; and the voice is now
[Ereunt all but Wolsey. Only about her coronation. Wol. So farewell to the little good you bear me. Wol. There was the weight that pulld me down. Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness !
In that one woman I have lost for ever :
What, and how true thou art: he will advance thee; But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride Some little memory of me will stir him At length broke under me; and now has left me, (I know his noble nature,) not to let 5 Absolute. 6 A writ incurring a penalty.
; The chancellor is the guardian of orphans.
Thy hopeful service perish too: Good Cromwell, By that sin fell the angels; how can man then, Neglect him not; make use
and provide The image of his Maker, hope to win by't ? For thine own future safety.
Love thyself last; cherish those hearts that hate thee; Crom.
0, my lord,
Corruption wins not more than honesty. Must I then leave you ? Must I needs forego Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, So good, so noble, and so true a master ?
To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear fot; Bear witness, all, that have not hearts of iron, Let all the ends thou aim'st at, be thy country's With what a sorrow Cromwell leaves his lord. Thy God's, and truth's; then if thou fall'st, o CrumiThe king shall have my service; but my prayers
well, For ever, and for ever, shall be yours.
Thou fall'st a blessed martyr. Serve the king, Wol. Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear And, - Pr’ythee lead me in: In all my miseries ; but thou hast forc'd me There take an inventory of all I have, Out of thy honest truth to play the woman. To the last penny: 'tis the king's: my robe, Let's dry our eyes : and thus far hear me, Cromwell; And my integrity to heaven, is all And, when I am forgotten, as I shall be ; I dare now call mine own. O Cromwell, Cromwell, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Had I but serv'd my God with half the zeal Of me more must be heard of, — say, I taught thee, I serv'd my king, he would not in mine age Say, Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory, Have left me naked to mine enemies. And sounded all the depths and shoals of honour,- Crom. Good sir, have patience. Found thee a way, out of his wreck, to rise in;
So I have. Farewell, A sure and safe one, though thy master miss'd it. The hopes of court! my hopes in heaven do dwell. Mark but my fall, and that that ruin'd me.
(Ezeunt. Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition;
SCENE I.- A Street in Westminster. And, to be short, for not appearance, and
The king's late scruple, by the main assent
Of all these learned men she was divorc'd, 1 Gent. You are well met once again.
And the late marriage made of none effect: 2 Gent.
And so are you. Since which, she was removed to Kimbolton, 1 Gent. You come to take your stand here, and where she remains now, sick. behold
Alas, good lady! The lady Anne pass from her coronation ?
[Trumpets 2 Gent. 'Tis all my business. At our last en- The trumpets sound : stand close, the queen is counter,
coming. , The duke of Buckingham came from his trial. 1 Gent. 'Tis very true: but that time offer'd sorrow;
THE ORDER OF THE PROCESSION. This general joy. 2 Gent. 'Tis well : the citizens,
A lively flourish of Trumpels; then entet, I am sure, have shown at full their royal minds ; 1. Two Judges. As, let them have their rights, they are ever forward | 2. Lord Chancellor, with the purse and mace before In celebration of this day with shows,
him. Pageants, and sights of honour.
3. Choristers singing.
[Musick. 1 Gent.
4. Mayor of London, bearing the mace. Then Garter, Nor, I'll assure you, better taken, sir.
in his coat of arms, and, on his head, as 2 Gent. May í be bold to ask what that contains,
copper crown. That paper in your hand ?
5. Marquis Dorset, bearing a scepter of gold, on his 1 Gent. Yes; 'tis the list
head a demi-coronal of gold. With him, the Of those that claim their offices this day,
Earl of Surrey, bearing the rod of salet, By custom of the coronation.
with the dove, crowned with an earl's coronci. The duke of Suffolk is the first, and claims
Collars of SS. To be high steward; next, the duke of Norfolk, 6. Duke of Suffolk, in his robe of estate, his coronai He to be earl marshal; you may read the rest.
on his head, bearing a long while wand, as 2 Gent. I thank you, sir ; had I not known those
high steward. With him the Duke of Norcustoms,
folk, with the rod of marshalship, a coronet I should have been beholden to your paper.
on his head. Collars of ss. But, I beseech you, what becomes of Katharine, 7. A canopy borne by four of the Cinque-porls; unsler The princess-dowager ? how goes her business ?
it, the Queen in her robe ; in her hair, richly 1 Gent. That I can tell you too. The arch
adorned with pearl, crowned. On each ale bishop
of her, the Bishops of London and WinOf Canterbury, accompanied with other
chester. Learned and reverend fathers of his order,
8. The old Duchess of Norfolk, in a coronal of gold, Held a late court at Dunstable, six miles off
wrought wih flowers, bearing the Queen's From Ampthill, where the princess lay; to which
train. She oft was cited by them, but appear'd not : 9. Certain Ladies or Countesses, with plain circles of 8 Interest,
gold without flowers.