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2 Gent. A royal train, believe me, Theso I, With all the choicest musick of the kingdom, know;
Together sung Te Deum.
So she parted, Who's that, that bears the scepter ?
And with the same full state pac'd back again 1 Gent.
Marquis Dorset : | To York-place, where the feast is held. And that the earl of Surrey, with the rod.
1 Gent. 2 Gent. A bold brave gentleman: And that Must no more call it York-place, that is past : should be
For, since the cardinal fell, that title's lost;
'Tis now the king's, and callid - Whitehall.
I know it ; 2 Gent. And that my lord of Norfolk ?
But 'tis so lately alter'd, that the old name 1 Gent.
Is fresh about me. 2 Gent. Heaven bless thee ! 2 Gent.
What two reverend bishops [Looking on the Queen. Were those that went on each side of the queen ? Thou hast the sweetest face I ever look'd on.
3 Gent. Stokesly and Gardiner; the one, of WinSir, as I have a soul, she is an angel ;
chester, Our king has all the Indies in his arms,
(Newly preferr'd from the king's secretary,) I cannot blame his conscience.
The other, London. 1 Gent. They, that bear 2 Gent.
He of Winchester The cloth of honour over her, are four barons Is held no great good lover of the archbishop's, Of the Cinque-ports.
The virtuous Cranmer. 2 Gent. Those men are happy; and so are all, 3 Gent.
All the land knows that: are near her.
However, yet there's no great breach; when it comes, I take it, she that carries up the train,
Cranmer will find a friend will not shrink from himn. Is that old noble lady, duchess of Norfolk.
2 Gent. Who may that be, I pray you? 1 Gent. It is; and all the rest are countesses. 3 Gent.
Thomas Cromwell; 2 Gent. Their coronets say so. These are stars A man in much esteem with the king, and truly indeed.
A worthy friend. — The king
And one, already, of the privy-council.
2 Gent. He will deserve more. Enter a Third Gentleman.
Yes, without all doubt. Heaven save you, sir ! where have you been broiling? Come, gentlemen, ye shall go my way, which 3 Gent. Among the crowd i' the abbey; where a Is to the court, and there ye shall be my guests; finger
Something I can command. As I walk thither, Could not be wedg'd in more; and I am stifled I'll tell ye more. With the mere rankness of their joy.
Both. You may command us, sir. (Exeunt. 2 Gent.
You saw The ceremony?
SCENE II. - Kimbolton. 3 Gent. That I did. I Gent.
How was it?
Enter KATHARINE, Dowager, sick ; led between
Griffith and PATIENCE. 3 Gent. Well worth the seeing. 2 Gent.
Good sir, speak it to us. Grif. How does your grace? 3 Gent. As well as I am able. The rich stream Kath.
O, Griffith, sick to death : Of lords, and ladies, having brought the queen My legs, like loaden branches, bow to the earth, To a prepar'd place in the choir, fell off
Willing to leave their burden: Reach a chair; A distance from her ; while her grace sat down So, - now methinks, I feel a little ease. To rest a while, some half an hour, or so,
Didst thou not tell me, Griffith, as thou led'st me, In a rich chair of state, opposing freely
That the great child of honour, cardinal Wolsey, The beauty of her person to the people.
Was dead ? Believe me, sir, she is the goodliest woman
Grif. Yes, madam ; but I think, your grace, That ever sat by man: which when the people Out of the pain you suffer'd, gave no ear to't. Had the full view of, such a noise arose
Kath. Pr’ythee, good Griffith, tell me how he died: As the shrouds make at sea in a stiff tempest,
If well, he stepp'd before me, happily, As loud, and to as many tunes : hats, cloaks, For my example. (Doublets, I think,) flew up; and had their faces Grif.
Well, the voice goes, madam : Been lose, this day they had been lost.
For after the stout earl Northumberland I never saw before. No man living
Arrested him at York, and brought him forward Could say, This is my wife, there; all were woven (As a man sorely tainted,) to his answer, So strangely in one piece.
He fell sick suddenly, and grew so ill 2 Gent.
But, 'pray, what follow'd ? He could not sit his mule. 3 Gent. At length her grace rose, and with modest Kath.
Alas! poor man! paces
Grif. At last, with easy roads, he came to Leicester, Came to the altar; where she kneel'd, and, saint-like, Lodg'd in the abbey; where the reverend abbot, Cast her fair eyes to heaven, and pray'd devoutly. With all his convent, honourably receiv'd him ; Then rose again, and bow'd her to the people: To whom he gave these words, — 0, father abbot, When by the archbishop of Canterbury
An old man, broken with the storms of state, She had all the royal makings of a queen;
Is come to lay his weary bones among ye ;
Give him a little earth for charity!
Pursu'd him still; and three nights after this, make reverend court'sies ; then the two that keid te About the bour of eight, (which he himself
garland, deliver the same to the other nert two, who Foretold should be his last,) full of repentance, observe the same order in their changes, and holding Continual meditations, tears, and sorrows,
the garland over her head : which done, they didmeer He gave his honours to the world again,
the same garland to the last two, who hikeus et His blessed part to heaven, and slept in peace. serve the same order: at which, (as it were being
Kath. So may he rest ; his faults lie gently on him! inspiration,) she makes in her sleep signs of rejoicing, Yet thus far, Griffith, give me leave to speak him, and holdeth up her hands to heaven: and so i And yet with charity, — He was a man
their dancing they vanish, carrying the garland Of an unbounded stomach, ever ranking
with them. The musick continues. Himself with princes; one that by suggestion Ty'd all the kingdom : simony was fair play ; Kath. Spirits of peace, where are ye? Are ye al His own opinion was his law ; l' the presence ? He would say untruths; and be ever double
And leave me here in wretchedness behind ye? Both in his words and meaning: He was never,
Grif. Madam, we are here. But where he meant to ruin, pitiful :
It is not you I call for : His promises were, as he then was, mighty; Saw ye none enter, since I slept ? But his performance, as he is now, nothing.
None, madam. Grif.
Kath. No? Saw you not, even now, a blessed troop Men's evil manners live in brass; their virtues Invite me to a banquet ; whose bright faces We write in water. May it please your highness
Cast thousand beams upon me, like the sun? To hear me speak his good now?
They promis'd me eternal happiness; Kath.
Yes, good Griffith ; And brought me garlands, Griffith, which I feel I were malicious else.
I am not worthy yet to wear : I shall,
Grif. I am most joyful, madam, such good dreams Was fashion'd to much honour. From his cradle,
Possess your fancy. He was a scholar, and a ripe and good one;
Bid the musick leave, Exceeding wise, fair spoken, and persuading :
They are harsh and heavy to me. (Musick czases. Lofty, and sour, to them that lov'd him not;
Do you note, But, to those men that sought him, sweet as summer. How much her grace is alter'd on the sudden? And though he were unsatisfied in getting,
How long her face is drawn? How paie she looks, (Which was a sin,) yet in bestowing, madam, And of an earthy cold? Mark you her eyes? Ile was most princely: Ever witness for him Grif. She is going, wench; pray, pray. Those twins of learning, that he raised in you,
Heaven comfort her! Ipswich, and Oxford ! one? of which fell with him, Unwilling to outlive the good that did it;
Enter a Messenger. The other, though unfinish’d, yet so famous,
Mess. An't like your grace, So excellent in art, and still so rising,
You are a saucy fellow: That Christendom shall ever speak his virtue. Deserve we no more reverence? His overthrow heap'd happiness upon him ;
You are to blame For then, and not till then, he felt himself,
Knowing, she will not lose her wonted greatnes, And found the blessedness of being little :
To use so rude behaviour: go to, kneel. And, to add greater honours to his age
Mess. I humbly do entreat your highness' pardon: Than man could give him, he died, fearing God. My haste made me unmannerly: There is staying
Kath. After my death I wish no other herald, A gentleman, sent from the king, to see you. No other speaker of my living actions,
Kath. Admit him entrance, Griffith: But this To keep mine honour from corruption,
fellow But such an honest chronicler as Griffith.
Let me ne'er see again. Whom I most hated living, thou hast made me,
[E.reunt Griffith and Messenget. With thy religious truth, and modesty, Now in his ashes honour: Peace be with him!
Re-enter GRIFFITH, with Capucius. Patience, be near me still; and set me lower :
If my sight fail not, I have not long to trouble thee. — Good Griffith, You should be lord ambassador from the emperor, Cause the musicians play me that sad note
My royal nephew, and your name Capucius. I nam'd my knell, whilst I sit meditating
Cap. Madam, the same, your servant. On that celestial harmony I go to.
The times, and titles, now are alter'd strangely Sad and solemn Musick.
With me, since first you knew me. But, I pray you, Grif. She is asleep : Good wench, let's sit down
What is your pleasure with me? quiet,
Noble lady, For fear we wake her ; - Softly, gentle Patience. First, mine own service to your grace; the nest, The Vision Enter, solemnly tripping one after an- The king's request that I would visit you;
other, sir Personages, clad in white robes, wearing Who grieves much for your weakness, and by me on their heads garlands of bays and golden vizards Sends you his princely commendations, on their faces : branches of bays or palm in their And heartily entreats you take good comfort. hands. They first congee unto her, then dance ; Kath. O my good lord, that comfort comes too and, at certain changes, the first two hold a spare garland over her head; at which, the other four 'Tis like a pardon after execution : 1 of the king
That gentle physick, given in time, had cur'd me;
0, my lord,
But now I am past all comforts here, but prayers. And, sure, those men are happy that shall have them. How does his highness?
The last is, for my men : — they are the poorest, Cap.
Madam, in good health. But poverty could never draw them from me; kath. So may he ever do! and ever flourish, That they may have their wages duly paid them, When I shall dwell with worms, and my poor name And something over to remember me by; Banish'd the kingdom ! Patience, is that letter, If heaven had pleas'd to have given me longer life, I caus'd you write, yet sent away?
And able means, we had not parted thus. Pat.
No, madam. These are the whole contents : - And, good my [Giving it to KATHARINE.
lord, Kath. Sir, I most humbly pray you to deliver By that you love the dearest in this world, This to my lord the king.
As you wish christian peace to souls departed, Сар. .
Most willing, madam. Stand these poor people's friend, and urge the king Kath. In which I have commended to his goodness To do me this last right. The model of our chaste loves, his young daugli- Cap.
By heaven, I will ; ter 3 :
Or let me lose the fashion of a man! The dews of heaven fall thick in blessings on her! Kath. I thank you, honest lord. Remember me Beseeching him, to give her virtuous breeding; In all humility unto his highness : (She is young, and of a noble modest nature; Say, his long trouble now is passing I hope, she will deserve well ;) and a little Out of this world : tell him, in death I bless'd him, To love her for her mother's sake, that lov'd him, For so I will. – Mine eyes grow dim. — Farewell, Heaven knows how dearly. My next poor petition My lord. — Griffith, farewell. — Nay, Patience, Is, that his noble grace would have some pity You must not leave me yet. I must to bed; Upon my wretched women, that so long
Call in more women.—When I am dead, good wench, Have follow'd both my fortunes faithfully:
Let me be us'd with honour; strew me over Of which there is not one, I dare avow,
With maiden flowers, that all the world may know (And now I should not lie,) but will deserve I was a chaste wife to my grave : embalm me, For virtue, and true beauty of the soul,
Then lay me forth : although unqueen’d, yet like For honesty, and decent carriage,
A queen, and daughter to a king, inter me. A right good husband, let him be a noble ; I can no more. [Ereunt, leading KATHARINE.
SCENE I. - A Gallery in the Palace.
Methinks, I could
Cry the amen; and yet my conscience says
with a Torch before him, met by Sir Thomas Deserve our better wishes.
But, sir, sir,
Hear me, sir Thomas : you are a gentleman
It hath struck. Of mine own way; I know you wise, religious;
Till Cranmer, Cromwell, her two hands, and she, To waste these times. Good hour of night, sir Sleep in their graves. Thomas !
Now, sir, you speak of two Whither so late?
The most remark'd i'the kingdom. As for CromLov. Came you from the king, my lord ?
well, Gar. I did, sir Thomas; and left him at primero + Beside that of the jewel-house, he's made master With the duke of Suffolk.
O'the rolls, and the king's secretary : further, sir, Lor.
I must to him too, Stands in the gap and trade of more preferments, Before he go to bed. I'll take my leave.
With which the time will load him: The archbishop Gar. Not yet, sir Thomas Lovell. What's the Is the king's hand, and tongue; And who dare speak matter?
One syllable against him? It seems, you are in haste : an if there be
Yes, yes, sir Thomas, No great offence belongs to't, give your friend There are that dare ; and I myself have ventur'd Some touch of your late business : Affairs, that walk To speak my mind of him: and, indeed, this day, (As, they say, spirits do,) at midnight, have Sir, (1 may tell it you,) I think, I have In them a wilder nature, than the business
Incens'd 5 the lords o'the council, that he is That seeks despatch by day.
(For so I know he is, they know he is,) Lov.
My lord, I love you ; | A most arch heretick, a pestilence And durst commend a secret to your ear
That does infect the land : with which they moved, Much weightier than this work. The queen's in Have broken with the king ; who hath so far labour,
Given ear to our complaint, (of his great grace They say, in great extremity ; and fear'd,
And princely care; foreseeing those fell mischiefs, She'll with the labour end.
Our reasons laid before him,) he hath commanded, Gar.
The fruit, she goes with, To-morrow morning to the council-board I pray for heartily; that it may find
He be convented. 7 He's a rank weed, sir Thomas, Good time, and live: but for the stock, sir Thomas, And we must root him out. From your affairs I wish it grubb'd up now.
I hinder you too long : good night, sir Thomas, » Afterwards queen Mary.
• A game at cards,
5 Set on. 6 Told their minds to. 7 Summoned.
Lov. Many good nights, my lord; I rest your Grievous complaints of you; which, being consider'd. servant. [Exeunt Gardiner and Page. Have mov'd us and our council, that you shall
This morning come before us ; where, I know, As Lovell is going out, enter the King and the You cannot with such freedom purge yourself, DUKE OF SUFFOLK.
But that, till further trial, in those charges K. Hen. Charles, I will play no more to-night; Which will require your answer, you must take My mind's not on't, you are too hard for me. Your patience to you, and be well contented Suf. I did never win of you before.
To make your house our Tower : You a brother of K. Hen. But little, Charles ;
I humbly thank your highness; What you commanded me, but by her woman And am right glad to catch this good occasion I sent your message; who return'd her thanks Most throughly to be winnow'd, where my chat In the greatest humbleness, and desir'd your highness And corn shall fly asunder : for, I know, Most heartily to pray for her,
There's none stands under more calumnious tongues, K. Hen.
What say'st thou ? ha! Than I myself, poor man. To pray for her ? what, is she crying out?
Stand up, good Canterbury; Lov. So said her woman; and that her sufferance Thy truth, and thy integrity, is rooted made
In us, thy friend : Give me thy hand, stand up; Almost each pang a death.
Pr'ythee, let's walk. Now, by my holy-dame, K. Hen.
Alas, good lady! What manner of man are you? My lord, I look'd Suf. God safely quit her of her burden, and You would have given me your petition, that With gentle travail, to the gladding of
I should have ta’en some pains to bring together Your highness with an heir !
Yourself and your accusers; and to have heard yoc K. Hen.
'Tis midnight, Charles, Without indurance, further. Pr’ythee, to bed; and in thy prayers remember Cran.
Most dread liege, The estate of my poor queen. Leave me alone; The good I stand on is my truth, and honesty; For I must think of that, which company
If they shall fail, I, with mine enemies, Will not be friendly to.
Will triumph o'er my person ; which I weigh pot, Suf:
I wish your highness Being of those virtues vacant. I fear nothing A quiet night, and my good mistress will
What can be said against me. Remember in my prayers.
Know you not how K. Hen.
Charles, good night. Your state stands i'the world, with the whole worlj?
[Erit SUFFOLK. Your enemies Enter SIR ANTHONY DENNY,
Are many, and not small; their practices
Must bear the same proportion : and not ever Well, sir, what follows?
The justice and the truth o'the question carries Den. Sir, I have brought my lord the archbishop, The due o'the verdict with it: At what ease As you commanded me.
Might corrupt minds procure knaves as corrupt K. Hen. Ha! Canterbury ?
To swear against you? such things have been done. Den. Ay, my good lord.
You are potently oppos'd ; and with a malice K. Hen. "Tis true : Where is he, Denny? Of as great size. Ween 9 you of better treatment, Den. He attends your highness' pleasure. I mean in perjur'd witness, than your Master, K. Hen.
Bring him to us. Whose minister you are, whiles here he liv'd
[Exit Denny. Upon this naughty earth? Go to, go to; Lov. This is about that which the bishop spake; You take a precipice for no leap of danger, I am happily come hither.
[ Aside. And woo your own destruction.
God, and your majesty,
Protect mine innocence, or I fall into
Avoid the gallery. The trap is laid for me!
Be of good cheer;
They shall no more prevail, than we give way to. What
[Ereunt Lovell and Denny. Keep comfort to you ; and this morning see Cran. I am fearful : Wherefore frowns he thus? | You do appear before them: if they shall chance, Tis his aspéct of terror. All's not well.
In charging you with matters, to commit you, K. Hen. How now, my lord? You do desire to | The best persuasions to the contrary know
Fail not to use, and with what vehemency
The occasion shall instruct you : if entreaties
Will render you no remedy, this ring
Deliver them, and your appeal to us K. Hen.
Pray you, arise, There make before them. — Look, the good man My good and gracious lord of Canterbury.
weeps! Come, you and I must walk a turn together; He's honest, on mine honour. I have news to tell you : Come, come, give me your I swear, he is true-hearted; and a soul hand.
None better in my kingdom. Get you gone, Ah, my good lord, I grieve at what I speak, And do as I have bid you. -[Erit CRANMER.) He And am right sorry to repeat what follows:
has strangled I have, and most unwillingly, of late
His language in his tears. Heard many grievous, I do say, my lord,
& One of the council.
Enter an old Lady.
K. Hen. Body o' me, where is it?
There, my lord :
Ha! 'Tis he, indeed : Fly o'er thy royal head, and shade thy person
Is this the honour they do one another ? Under their blessed wings !
'Tis well, there's one above them yet. I had thought, K. Hen.
Now, by thy looks
They had parted so much honesty amongst them, guess thy message. Is the queen deliver'd ?
(At least, good manners,) as not thus to suffer Say, ay; and of a boy.
A man of his place, and so near our favour,
To dance attendance on their lordships' pleasures, And of a lovely boy: The God of heaven
And at the door too, like a post with packets. Both now and ever bless her ! — 'tis a girl,
By holy Mary, Butts, there's knavery: Promises boys hereafter. Sir, your queen
Let them alone, and draw the curtain close ; Desires your visitation, and to be
We shall hear more anon. —
(Excunt. Acquainted with this stranger; 'tis as like you As cherry is to cherry.
Enter the Lord Chancellor, the DUKE OF SUFFOLK,
EARL OF SURREY, Lord Chamberlain, GARDINER, Sir.
and CROMWELL. Lov.
The Chancellor places himself K. Hen. Give her an hundred marks. I'll to the at the upper end of the Table, on the left hand ; a queen.
Seat being left void above him, as for the ARCHBILady. An hundred marks! by this light, I'll
SHOP OF CANTERBURY. The rest seat themselves in have more.
order on each side. CROMWELL at the lower end, An ordinary groom is for such payment.
as Secretary. I will have more, or scold it out of him.
Chan. Speak to the business, master secretary: Said I for this, the girl is like to him ?
Why are we met in council ? I will have more, or else unsay't ; and now
Please your honours, While it is hot, I'll put it to the issue. (Exeunt. The chief cause concerns his grace of Canterbury.
Gar. Has he had knowledge of it? SCENE II. — Lobby before the Council-Chamber.
Yes. Enter CRANMER ; Servants, Door-Keeper, &c.
Who waits there? attending.
D. Keep. Without, my noble lords ?
My lord archbishop, tleman,
And has done half an hour, to know your pleasures That was sent to me from the council, pray'd me
Chan. Let him come in. To make great haste. All fast? what means this?
Your grace may enter now. Hoa !
(CRANMER approaches the Council-Table. Who waits there ? — Sure you know me?
Chan. My good lord archbishop, I am very sorry D. Kеер.
Yes, my lord ; To sit here at this present, and behold But yet I cannot help you.
That chair stand empty : But we all are men, Cran.
In our own natures frail ; out of which frailty, D. Keep. Your grace must wait till you be call'd | And want of wisdom, you, that best should teach us, for.
Have misdemeand yourself, and not a little,
Toward the king first, then his laws, in filling
The whole realm, by your teaching, and your chap Cran. So.
lains, Butts. This is a piece of malice, I am glad
(For so we are inform’d,) with new opinions, I came this way so happily: The king
Divers and dangerous, which are heresies, Shall understand it presently. [Erit Butts. And, not reform'd, may prove pernicious. Cran. (Aside.)
Gar. Which reformation must be sudden too, The king's physician : As he past along,
My noble lords: for those that tame wild horses, How earnestly he cast his eyes upon me!
Pace them not in their hands to make them gentle ; Pray heaven, he sound not my disgrace! For certain, But stop their mouths with stubborn bits, and spur This is of purpose lay'd, by some that hate me,
them, (God turn their hearts! I never sought their malice,) | Till they obey the manage. If we suffer To quench mine honour: they would shame to make (Out of our easiness and childish pity
To one man's honour) this contagious sickness, Wait else at door; a fellow-counsellor,
Farewell, all physick : And what follows then ? Among boys, grooms, and lackeys. But their commotions, uproars, with a general taint pleasures
Of the whole state: as, of late days, our neighbours, Must be fulfill'd, and I attend with patience.
The upper Germany, can dearly witness,
Yet freshly pitied in our memories. Enter, at a Window above, the King and Burrs.
Cran. My good lords, hitherto, in all the progress Butts. I'll show your grace the strangest sight, Both of my life and office, I have labour'd, K. Hen.
What's that, Butts ? | And with no little study, that my teaching, Bulls. I think your highness saw this many a day. And the strong course of my authority,