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Two stories dominate
Henry VIII
: the fall of Cardinal Wolsey, Henry’s powerful advisor, and Henry’s quest to divorce Queen Katherine, who has not borne him a male heir, and marry Anne Bullen (Boleyn).
First, the Duke of Buckingham questions Wolsey’s costly staging of a failed meeting with the French king. Wolsey arrests Buckingham and accuses him of treason; testimony from a bribed witness leads to Buckingham’s execution. Queen Katherine takes a stand against Wolsey. Wolsey gives a party at which Henry meets Anne.
Henry falls in love with Anne and seeks to divorce Katherine, but Katherine refuses to be judged by Wolsey and other church officials. The king secretly marries Anne and then has her crowned queen. Meanwhile, Henry discovers Wolsey’s treachery against him. Wolsey, arrested, falls sick and dies. Katherine also sickens and dies.
Cranmer, the new archbishop of Canterbury, comes under attack, but receives the king’s support. Anne gives birth to a daughter, the future Queen Elizabeth. Cranmer prophesies marvelous reigns for her and her unnamed successor, James.
Enter
Prologue
.
I
come
no
more
to
make
you
laugh
.
Things
now
That
bear
a
weighty
and
a
serious
brow
,
Sad
,
high
,
and
working
,
full
of
state
and
woe
,
Such
noble
scenes
as
draw
the
eye
to
flow
,
We
now
present
.
Those
that
can
pity
here
May
,
if
they
think
it
well
,
let
fall
a
tear
;
The
subject
will
deserve
it
.
Such
as
give
Their
money
out
of
hope
they
may
believe
May
here
find
truth
too
.
Those
that
come
to
see
Only
a
show
or
two
,
and
so
agree
The
play
may
pass
,
if
they
be
still
and
willing
,
I’ll
undertake
may
see
away
their
shilling
Richly
in
two
short
hours
.
Only
they
That
come
to
hear
a
merry
,
bawdy
play
,
A
noise
of
targets
,
or
to
see
a
fellow
In
a
long
motley
coat
guarded
with
yellow
,
Will
be
deceived
.
For
,
gentle
hearers
,
know
To
rank
our
chosen
truth
with
such
a
show
As
fool
and
fight
is
,
besides
forfeiting
Our
own
brains
and
the
opinion
that
we
bring
To
make
that
only
true
we
now
intend
,
Will
leave
us
never
an
understanding
friend
.
Therefore
,
for
goodness’
sake
,
and
as
you
are
known
The
first
and
happiest
hearers
of
the
town
,
Be
sad
,
as
we
would
make
you
.
Think
you
see
The
very
persons
of
our
noble
story
As
they
were
living
.
Think
you
see
them
great
,
And
followed
with
the
general
throng
and
sweat
Of
thousand
friends
.
Then
,
in
a
moment
,
see
How
soon
this
mightiness
meets
misery
.
And
if
you
can
be
merry
then
,
I’ll
say
A
man
may
weep
upon
his
wedding
day
.
He
exits
.
ACT
1
Scene
1
Enter
the
Duke
of
Norfolk
at
one
door
;
at
the
other
,
the
Duke
of
Buckingham
and
the
Lord
Abergavenny
.
Good
morrow
,
and
well
met
.
How
have
you
done
Since
last
we
saw
in
France
?
I
thank
your
Grace
,
Healthful
,
and
ever
since
a
fresh
admirer
Of
what
I
saw
there
.
An
untimely
ague
Stayed
me
a
prisoner
in
my
chamber
when
Those
suns
of
glory
,
those
two
lights
of
men
,
Met
in
the
vale
of
Andren
.
’Twixt
Guynes
and
Arde
.
I
was
then
present
,
saw
them
salute
on
horseback
,
Beheld
them
when
they
lighted
,
how
they
clung
In
their
embracement
,
as
they
grew
together
—
Which
had
they
,
what
four
throned
ones
could
have
weighed
Such
a
compounded
one
?
All
the
whole
time
I
was
my
chamber’s
prisoner
.
Then
you
lost
The
view
of
earthly
glory
.
Men
might
say
Till
this
time
pomp
was
single
,
but
now
married
To
one
above
itself
.
Each
following
day
ACT 1. SC. 1
Became
the
next
day’s
master
,
till
the
last
Made
former
wonders
its
.
Today
the
French
,
All
clinquant
,
all
in
gold
,
like
heathen
gods
,
Shone
down
the
English
,
and
tomorrow
they
Made
Britain
India
:
every
man
that
stood
Showed
like
a
mine
.
Their
dwarfish
pages
were
As
cherubins
,
all
gilt
.
The
madams
too
,
Not
used
to
toil
,
did
almost
sweat
to
bear
The
pride
upon
them
,
that
their
very
labor
Was
to
them
as
a
painting
.
Now
this
masque
Was
cried
incomparable
;
and
th’
ensuing
night
Made
it
a
fool
and
beggar
.
The
two
kings
,
Equal
in
luster
,
were
now
best
,
now
worst
,
As
presence
did
present
them
:
him
in
eye
Still
him
in
praise
;
and
being
present
both
,
’Twas
said
they
saw
but
one
,
and
no
discerner
Durst
wag
his
tongue
in
censure
.
When
these
suns
—
For
so
they
phrase
’em
—
by
their
heralds
challenged
The
noble
spirits
to
arms
,
they
did
perform
Beyond
thought’s
compass
,
that
former
fabulous
story
,
Being
now
seen
possible
enough
,
got
credit
That
Bevis
was
believed
.
O
,
you
go
far
.
As
I
belong
to
worship
,
and
affect
In
honor
honesty
,
the
tract
of
everything
Would
by
a
good
discourser
lose
some
life
Which
action’s
self
was
tongue
to
.
All
was
royal
;
To
the
disposing
of
it
naught
rebelled
.
Order
gave
each
thing
view
.
The
office
did
Distinctly
his
full
function
.
Who
did
guide
,
I
mean
who
set
the
body
and
the
limbs
Of
this
great
sport
together
,
as
you
guess
?
One
,
certes
,
that
promises
no
element
In
such
a
business
.
ACT 1. SC. 1
I
pray
you
who
,
my
lord
?
All
this
was
ordered
by
the
good
discretion
Of
the
right
reverend
Cardinal
of
York
.
The
devil
speed
him
!
No
man’s
pie
is
freed
From
his
ambitious
finger
.
What
had
he
To
do
in
these
fierce
vanities
?
I
wonder
That
such
a
keech
can
with
his
very
bulk
Take
up
the
rays
o’
th’
beneficial
sun
And
keep
it
from
the
Earth
earth
.
Surely
,
sir
,
There’s
in
him
stuff
that
puts
him
to
these
ends
;
For
,
being
not
propped
by
ancestry
,
whose
grace
Chalks
successors
their
way
,
nor
called
upon
For
high
feats
done
to
th’
crown
,
neither
allied
To
eminent
assistants
,
but
spiderlike
,
Out
of
his
self-drawing
web
,
he
gives
us
note
The
force
of
his
own
merit
makes
his
way
—
A
gift
that
heaven
gives
for
him
which
buys
A
place
next
to
the
King
.
I
cannot
tell
What
heaven
hath
given
him
—
let
some
graver
eye
Pierce
into
that
—
but
I
can
see
his
pride
Peep
through
each
part
of
him
.
Whence
has
he
that
?
If
not
from
hell
,
the
devil
is
a
niggard
,
Or
has
given
all
before
,
and
he
begins
A
new
hell
in
himself
.
Why
the
devil
,
Upon
this
French
going-out
,
took
he
upon
him
,
Without
the
privity
o’
th’
King
,
t’
appoint
Who
should
attend
on
him
?
He
makes
up
the
file
Of
all
the
gentry
,
for
the
most
part
such
To
whom
as
great
a
charge
as
little
honor
He
meant
to
lay
upon
;
and
his
own
letter
,
The
honorable
board
of
council
out
,
Must
fetch
him
in
he
papers
.
ACT 1. SC. 1
I
do
know
Kinsmen
of
mine
,
three
at
the
least
,
that
have
By
this
so
sickened
their
estates
that
never
They
shall
abound
as
formerly
.
O
,
many
Have
broke
their
backs
with
laying
manors
on
’em
For
this
great
journey
.
What
did
this
vanity
But
minister
communication
of
A
most
poor
issue
?
Grievingly
I
think
The
peace
between
the
French
and
us
not
values
The
cost
that
did
conclude
it
.
Every
man
,
After
the
hideous
storm
that
followed
,
was
A
thing
inspired
and
,
not
consulting
,
broke
Into
a
general
prophecy
:
that
this
tempest
,
Dashing
the
garment
of
this
peace
,
aboded
The
sudden
breach
on
’t
.
Which
is
budded
out
,
For
France
hath
flawed
the
league
and
hath
attached
Our
merchants’
goods
at
Bordeaux
.
Is
it
therefore
Th’
ambassador
is
silenced
?
Marry
,
is
’t
.
A
proper
title
of
a
peace
,
and
purchased
At
a
superfluous
rate
!
Why
,
all
this
business
Our
reverend
cardinal
carried
.
Like
it
your
Grace
,
The
state
takes
notice
of
the
private
difference
Betwixt
you
and
the
Cardinal
.
I
advise
you
—
And
take
it
from
a
heart
that
wishes
towards
you
Honor
and
plenteous
safety
—
that
you
read
The
Cardinal’s
malice
and
his
potency
Together
;
to
consider
further
that
ACT 1. SC. 1
What
his
high
hatred
would
effect
wants
not
A
minister
in
his
power
.
You
know
his
nature
,
That
he’s
revengeful
,
and
I
know
his
sword
Hath
a
sharp
edge
;
it’s
long
,
and
’t
may
be
said
It
reaches
far
,
and
where
’twill
not
extend
,
Thither
he
darts
it
.
Bosom
up
my
counsel
;
You’ll
find
it
wholesome
.
Lo
where
comes
that
rock
That
I
advise
your
shunning
.
Enter
Cardinal
Wolsey
,
the
purse
borne
before
him
,
certain
of
the
Guard
,
and
two
Secretaries
with
papers
.
The
Cardinal
in
his
passage
fixeth
his
eye
on
Buckingham
,
and
Buckingham
on
him
,
both
full
of
disdain
.
,
aside
to
a
Secretary
The
Duke
of
Buckingham’s
surveyor
,
ha
?
Where’s
his
examination
?
Here
,
so
please
you
.
He
hands
Wolsey
a
paper
.
Is
he
in
person
ready
?
Ay
,
please
your
Grace
.
Well
,
we
shall
then
know
more
,
and
Buckingham
Shall
lessen
this
big
look
.
Cardinal
Wolsey
and
his
train
exit
.
This
butcher’s
cur
is
venomed-mouthed
,
and
I
Have
not
the
power
to
muzzle
him
;
therefore
best
Not
wake
him
in
his
slumber
.
A
beggar’s
book
Outworths
a
noble’s
blood
.
What
,
are
you
chafed
?
Ask
God
for
temp’rance
.
That’s
th’
appliance
only
Which
your
disease
requires
.
I
read
in
’s
looks
Matter
against
me
,
and
his
eye
reviled
Me
as
his
abject
object
.
At
this
instant
ACT 1. SC. 1
He
bores
me
with
some
trick
.
He’s
gone
to
th’
King
.
I’ll
follow
and
outstare
him
.
Stay
,
my
lord
,
And
let
your
reason
with
your
choler
question
What
’tis
you
go
about
.
To
climb
steep
hills
Requires
slow
pace
at
first
.
Anger
is
like
A
full
hot
horse
who
,
being
allowed
his
way
,
Self-mettle
tires
him
.
Not
a
man
in
England
Can
advise
me
like
you
;
be
to
yourself
As
you
would
to
your
friend
.
I’ll
to
the
King
,
And
from
a
mouth
of
honor
quite
cry
down
This
Ipswich
fellow’s
insolence
,
or
proclaim
There’s
difference
in
no
persons
.
Be
advised
.
Heat
not
a
furnace
for
your
foe
so
hot
That
it
do
singe
yourself
.
We
may
outrun
By
violent
swiftness
that
which
we
run
at
And
lose
by
overrunning
.
Know
you
not
The
fire
that
mounts
the
liquor
till
’t
run
o’er
In
seeming
to
augment
it
wastes
it
?
Be
advised
.
I
say
again
there
is
no
English
soul
More
stronger
to
direct
you
than
yourself
,
If
with
the
sap
of
reason
you
would
quench
Or
but
allay
the
fire
of
passion
.
Sir
,
I
am
thankful
to
you
,
and
I’ll
go
along
By
your
prescription
.
But
this
top-proud
fellow
—
Whom
from
the
flow
of
gall
I
name
not
,
but
From
sincere
motions
—
by
intelligence
,
And
proofs
as
clear
as
founts
in
July
when
We
see
each
grain
of
gravel
,
I
do
know
To
be
corrupt
and
treasonous
.
Say
not
treasonous
.
To
th’
King
I’ll
say
’t
,
and
make
my
vouch
as
strong
ACT 1. SC. 1
As
shore
of
rock
.
Attend
.
This
holy
fox
,
Or
wolf
,
or
both
—
for
he
is
equal
rav’nous
As
he
is
subtle
,
and
as
prone
to
mischief
As
able
to
perform
’t
,
his
mind
and
place
Infecting
one
another
,
yea
reciprocally
—
Only
to
show
his
pomp
as
well
in
France
As
here
at
home
,
suggests
the
King
our
master
To
this
last
costly
treaty
,
th’
interview
That
swallowed
so
much
treasure
and
like
a
glass
Did
break
i’
th’
rinsing
.
Faith
,
and
so
it
did
.
Pray
give
me
favor
,
sir
.
This
cunning
cardinal
The
articles
o’
th’
combination
drew
As
himself
pleased
;
and
they
were
ratified
As
he
cried
Thus
let
be
,
to
as
much
end
As
give
a
crutch
to
th’
dead
.
But
our
Count
Cardinal
Has
done
this
,
and
’tis
well
,
for
worthy
Wolsey
,
Who
cannot
err
,
he
did
it
.
Now
this
follows
—
Which
,
as
I
take
it
,
is
a
kind
of
puppy
To
th’
old
dam
treason
:
Charles
the
Emperor
,
Under
pretense
to
see
the
Queen
his
aunt
—
For
’twas
indeed
his
color
,
but
he
came
To
whisper
Wolsey
—
here
makes
visitation
;
His
fears
were
that
the
interview
betwixt
England
and
France
might
through
their
amity
Breed
him
some
prejudice
,
for
from
this
league
Peeped
harms
that
menaced
him
;
privily
Deals
with
our
cardinal
and
,
as
I
trow
—
Which
I
do
well
,
for
I
am
sure
the
Emperor
Paid
ere
he
promised
,
whereby
his
suit
was
granted
Ere
it
was
asked
.
But
when
the
way
was
made
And
paved
with
gold
,
the
Emperor
thus
desired
That
he
would
please
to
alter
the
King’s
course
And
break
the
foresaid
peace
.
Let
the
King
know
—
As
soon
he
shall
by
me
—
that
thus
the
Cardinal
ACT 1. SC. 1
Does
buy
and
sell
his
honor
as
he
pleases
And
for
his
own
advantage
.
I
am
sorry
To
hear
this
of
him
,
and
could
wish
he
were
Something
mistaken
in
’t
.
No
,
not
a
syllable
.
I
do
pronounce
him
in
that
very
shape
He
shall
appear
in
proof
.
Enter
Brandon
,
a
Sergeant-at-Arms
before
him
,
and
two
or
three
of
the
Guard
.
Your
office
,
Sergeant
:
execute
it
.
,
to
Buckingham
Sir
,
My
lord
the
Duke
of
Buckingham
and
Earl
Of
Hertford
,
Stafford
,
and
Northampton
,
I
Arrest
thee
of
high
treason
,
in
the
name
Of
our
most
sovereign
king
.
,
to
Norfolk
Lo
you
,
my
lord
,
The
net
has
fall’n
upon
me
.
I
shall
perish
Under
device
and
practice
.
I
am
sorry
To
see
you
ta’en
from
liberty
,
to
look
on
The
business
present
.
’Tis
his
Highness’
pleasure
You
shall
to
th’
Tower
.
It
will
help
me
nothing
To
plead
mine
innocence
,
for
that
dye
is
on
me
Which
makes
my
whit’st
part
black
.
The
will
of
heaven
Be
done
in
this
and
all
things
.
I
obey
.
O
my
Lord
Abergavenny
,
fare
you
well
.
Nay
,
he
must
bear
you
company
.
—
The
King
Is
pleased
you
shall
to
th’
Tower
,
till
you
know
How
he
determines
further
.
As
the
Duke
said
,
The
will
of
heaven
be
done
,
and
the
King’s
pleasure
By
me
obeyed
.
ACT 1. SC. 2
Here
is
a
warrant
from
The
King
t’
attach
Lord
Mountacute
,
and
the
bodies
Of
the
Duke’s
confessor
,
John
de
la
Car
,
One
Gilbert
Peck
,
his
counselor
—
So
,
so
;
These
are
the
limbs
o’
th’
plot
.
No
more
,
I
hope
.
A
monk
o’
th’
Chartreux
.
O
,
Michael
Hopkins
?
He
.
My
surveyor
is
false
.
The
o’ergreat
cardinal
Hath
showed
him
gold
.
My
life
is
spanned
already
.
I
am
the
shadow
of
poor
Buckingham
,
Whose
figure
even
this
instant
cloud
puts
on
By
dark’ning
my
clear
sun
.
To
Norfolk
.
My
lord
,
farewell
.
They
exit
.
Scene
2
Cornets
.
Enter
King
Henry
,
leaning
on
the
Cardinal’s
shoulder
,
with
the
Nobles
,
Sir
Thomas
Lovell
,
and
Attendants
,
including
a
Secretary
of
the
Cardinal
.
The
Cardinal
places
himself
under
the
King’s
feet
on
his
right
side
.
,
to
Wolsey
My
life
itself
,
and
the
best
heart
of
it
,
Thanks
you
for
this
great
care
.
I
stood
i’
th’
level
Of
a
full-charged
confederacy
,
and
give
thanks
To
you
that
choked
it
.
—
Let
be
called
before
us
That
gentleman
of
Buckingham’s
;
in
person
I’ll
hear
him
his
confessions
justify
,
And
point
by
point
the
treasons
of
his
master
He
shall
again
relate
.
ACT 1. SC. 2
A
noise
within
crying
Room
for
the
Queen
!
Enter
the
Queen
Katherine
,
ushered
by
the
Duke
of
Norfolk
,
and
the
Duke
of
Suffolk
.
She
kneels
.
The
King
riseth
from
his
state
.
Nay
,
we
must
longer
kneel
;
I
am
a
suitor
.
Arise
,
and
take
place
by
us
.
He
takes
her
up
,
kisses
and
placeth
her
by
him
.
Half
your
suit
Never
name
to
us
;
you
have
half
our
power
.
The
other
moiety
ere
you
ask
is
given
;
Repeat
your
will
,
and
take
it
.
Thank
your
Majesty
.
That
you
would
love
yourself
,
and
in
that
love
Not
unconsidered
leave
your
honor
nor
The
dignity
of
your
office
,
is
the
point
Of
my
petition
.
Lady
mine
,
proceed
.
I
am
solicited
,
not
by
a
few
,
And
those
of
true
condition
,
that
your
subjects
Are
in
great
grievance
.
There
have
been
commissions
Sent
down
among
’em
which
hath
flawed
the
heart
Of
all
their
loyalties
,
wherein
,
although
My
good
Lord
Cardinal
,
they
vent
reproaches
Most
bitterly
on
you
as
putter-on
Of
these
exactions
,
yet
the
King
our
master
,
Whose
honor
heaven
shield
from
soil
,
even
he
escapes
not
Language
unmannerly
—
yea
,
such
which
breaks
The
sides
of
loyalty
and
almost
appears
In
loud
rebellion
.
Not
almost
appears
—
It
doth
appear
.
For
,
upon
these
taxations
,
The
clothiers
all
,
not
able
to
maintain
ACT 1. SC. 2
The
many
to
them
longing
,
have
put
off
The
spinsters
,
carders
,
fullers
,
weavers
,
who
,
Unfit
for
other
life
,
compelled
by
hunger
And
lack
of
other
means
,
in
desperate
manner
Daring
th’
event
to
th’
teeth
,
are
all
in
uproar
,
And
danger
serves
among
them
.
Taxation
?
Wherein
?
And
what
taxation
?
My
Lord
Cardinal
,
You
that
are
blamed
for
it
alike
with
us
,
Know
you
of
this
taxation
?
Please
you
,
sir
,
I
know
but
of
a
single
part
in
aught
Pertains
to
th’
state
,
and
front
but
in
that
file
Where
others
tell
steps
with
me
.
No
,
my
lord
?
You
know
no
more
than
others
?
But
you
frame
Things
that
are
known
alike
,
which
are
not
wholesome
To
those
which
would
not
know
them
,
and
yet
must
Perforce
be
their
acquaintance
.
These
exactions
Whereof
my
sovereign
would
have
note
,
they
are
Most
pestilent
to
th’
hearing
,
and
to
bear
’em
The
back
is
sacrifice
to
th’
load
.
They
say
They
are
devised
by
you
,
or
else
you
suffer
Too
hard
an
exclamation
.
Still
exaction
!
The
nature
of
it
?
In
what
kind
,
let’s
know
,
Is
this
exaction
?
I
am
much
too
venturous
In
tempting
of
your
patience
,
but
am
boldened
Under
your
promised
pardon
.
The
subjects’
grief
Comes
through
commissions
which
compels
from
each
The
sixth
part
of
his
substance
,
to
be
levied
Without
delay
,
and
the
pretense
for
this
Is
named
your
wars
in
France
.
This
makes
bold
mouths
.
ACT 1. SC. 2
Tongues
spit
their
duties
out
,
and
cold
hearts
freeze
Allegiance
in
them
.
Their
curses
now
Live
where
their
prayers
did
;
and
it’s
come
to
pass
This
tractable
obedience
is
a
slave
To
each
incensèd
will
.
I
would
your
Highness
Would
give
it
quick
consideration
,
for
There
is
no
primer
baseness
.
By
my
life
,
This
is
against
our
pleasure
.
And
for
me
,
I
have
no
further
gone
in
this
than
by
A
single
voice
,
and
that
not
passed
me
but
By
learnèd
approbation
of
the
judges
.
If
I
am
Traduced
by
ignorant
tongues
,
which
neither
know
My
faculties
nor
person
,
yet
will
be
The
chronicles
of
my
doing
,
let
me
say
’Tis
but
the
fate
of
place
,
and
the
rough
brake
That
virtue
must
go
through
.
We
must
not
stint
Our
necessary
actions
in
the
fear
To
cope
malicious
censurers
,
which
ever
,
As
ravenous
fishes
,
do
a
vessel
follow
That
is
new
trimmed
,
but
benefit
no
further
Than
vainly
longing
.
What
we
oft
do
best
,
By
sick
interpreters
,
once
weak
ones
,
is
Not
ours
or
not
allowed
;
what
worst
,
as
oft
,
Hitting
a
grosser
quality
,
is
cried
up
For
our
best
act
.
If
we
shall
stand
still
In
fear
our
motion
will
be
mocked
or
carped
at
,
We
should
take
root
here
where
we
sit
,
Or
sit
state-statues
only
.
Things
done
well
,
And
with
a
care
,
exempt
themselves
from
fear
;
Things
done
without
example
,
in
their
issue
Are
to
be
feared
.
Have
you
a
precedent
Of
this
commission
?
I
believe
,
not
any
.
We
must
not
rend
our
subjects
from
our
laws
ACT 1. SC. 2
And
stick
them
in
our
will
.
Sixth
part
of
each
?
A
trembling
contribution
!
Why
,
we
take
From
every
tree
lop
,
bark
,
and
part
o’
th’
timber
,
And
though
we
leave
it
with
a
root
,
thus
hacked
,
The
air
will
drink
the
sap
.
To
every
county
Where
this
is
questioned
send
our
letters
with
Free
pardon
to
each
man
that
has
denied
The
force
of
this
commission
.
Pray
look
to
’t
;
I
put
it
to
your
care
.
,
aside
to
his
Secretary
A
word
with
you
.
Let
there
be
letters
writ
to
every
shire
Of
the
King’s
grace
and
pardon
.
The
grievèd
commons
Hardly
conceive
of
me
.
Let
it
be
noised
That
through
our
intercession
this
revokement
And
pardon
comes
.
I
shall
anon
advise
you
Further
in
the
proceeding
.
Secretary
exits
.
Enter
Buckingham’s
Surveyor
.
,
to
the
King
I
am
sorry
that
the
Duke
of
Buckingham
Is
run
in
your
displeasure
.
It
grieves
many
.
The
gentleman
is
learnèd
and
a
most
rare
speaker
;
To
nature
none
more
bound
;
his
training
such
That
he
may
furnish
and
instruct
great
teachers
And
never
seek
for
aid
out
of
himself
.
Yet
see
,
When
these
so
noble
benefits
shall
prove
Not
well
disposed
,
the
mind
growing
once
corrupt
,
They
turn
to
vicious
forms
ten
times
more
ugly
Than
ever
they
were
fair
.
This
man
so
complete
,
Who
was
enrolled
’mongst
wonders
,
and
when
we
Almost
with
ravished
list’ning
could
not
find
His
hour
of
speech
a
minute
—
he
,
my
lady
,
Hath
into
monstrous
habits
put
the
graces
That
once
were
his
,
and
is
become
as
black
As
if
besmeared
in
hell
.
Sit
by
us
.
You
shall
hear
—
ACT 1. SC. 2
This
was
his
gentleman
in
trust
—
of
him
Things
to
strike
honor
sad
.
—
Bid
him
recount
The
fore-recited
practices
,
whereof
We
cannot
feel
too
little
,
hear
too
much
.
Stand
forth
,
and
with
bold
spirit
relate
what
you
Most
like
a
careful
subject
have
collected
Out
of
the
Duke
of
Buckingham
.
Speak
freely
.
First
,
it
was
usual
with
him
—
every
day
It
would
infect
his
speech
—
that
if
the
King
Should
without
issue
die
,
he’ll
carry
it
so
To
make
the
scepter
his
.
These
very
words
I’ve
heard
him
utter
to
his
son-in-law
,
Lord
Abergavenny
,
to
whom
by
oath
he
menaced
Revenge
upon
the
Cardinal
.
Please
your
Highness
,
note
This
dangerous
conception
in
this
point
:
Not
friended
by
his
wish
to
your
high
person
,
His
will
is
most
malignant
,
and
it
stretches
Beyond
you
to
your
friends
.
My
learnèd
Lord
Cardinal
,
Deliver
all
with
charity
.
,
to
Surveyor
Speak
on
.
How
grounded
he
his
title
to
the
crown
Upon
our
fail
?
To
this
point
hast
thou
heard
him
At
any
time
speak
aught
?
He
was
brought
to
this
By
a
vain
prophecy
of
Nicholas
Henton
.
What
was
that
Henton
?
Sir
,
a
Chartreux
friar
,
His
confessor
,
who
fed
him
every
minute
With
words
of
sovereignty
.
ACT 1. SC. 2
How
know’st
thou
this
?
Not
long
before
your
Highness
sped
to
France
,
The
Duke
being
at
the
Rose
,
within
the
parish
Saint
Laurence
Poultney
,
did
of
me
demand
What
was
the
speech
among
the
Londoners
Concerning
the
French
journey
.
I
replied
Men
fear
the
French
would
prove
perfidious
,
To
the
King’s
danger
.
Presently
the
Duke
Said
’twas
the
fear
indeed
,
and
that
he
doubted
’Twould
prove
the
verity
of
certain
words
Spoke
by
a
holy
monk
that
oft
,
says
he
,
Hath
sent
to
me
,
wishing
me
to
permit
John
de
la
Car
,
my
chaplain
,
a
choice
hour
To
hear
from
him
a
matter
of
some
moment
;
Whom
after
under
the
confession’s
seal
He
solemnly
had
sworn
that
what
he
spoke
My
chaplain
to
no
creature
living
but
To
me
should
utter
,
with
demure
confidence
This
pausingly
ensued
:
Neither
the
King
,
nor
’s
heirs
—
Tell
you
the
Duke
—
shall
prosper
.
Bid
him
strive
To
gain
the
love
o’
th’
commonalty
;
the
Duke
Shall
govern
England
.
If
I
know
you
well
,
You
were
the
Duke’s
surveyor
,
and
lost
your
office
On
the
complaint
o’
th’
tenants
.
Take
good
heed
You
charge
not
in
your
spleen
a
noble
person
And
spoil
your
nobler
soul
.
I
say
,
take
heed
—
Yes
,
heartily
beseech
you
.
Let
him
on
.
—
Go
forward
.
On
my
soul
,
I’ll
speak
but
truth
.
I
told
my
lord
the
Duke
,
by
th’
devil’s
illusions
The
monk
might
be
deceived
,
and
that
’twas
dangerous
For
him
to
ruminate
on
this
so
far
until
It
forged
him
some
design
,
which
,
being
believed
,
ACT 1. SC. 2
It
was
much
like
to
do
.
He
answered
Tush
,
It
can
do
me
no
damage
,
adding
further
That
had
the
King
in
his
last
sickness
failed
,
The
Cardinal’s
and
Sir
Thomas
Lovell’s
heads
Should
have
gone
off
.
Ha
!
What
,
so
rank
?
Ah
ha
!
There’s
mischief
in
this
man
!
Canst
thou
say
further
?
I
can
,
my
liege
.
Proceed
.
Being
at
Greenwich
,
After
your
Highness
had
reproved
the
Duke
About
Sir
William
Blumer
—
I
remember
of
such
a
time
,
being
my
sworn
servant
,
The
Duke
retained
him
his
.
But
on
.
What
hence
?
If
,
quoth
he
,
I
for
this
had
been
committed
,
As
to
the
Tower
,
I
thought
,
I
would
have
played
The
part
my
father
meant
to
act
upon
Th’
usurper
Richard
,
who
,
being
at
Salisbury
,
Made
suit
to
come
in
’s
presence
;
which
if
granted
,
As
he
made
semblance
of
his
duty
,
would
Have
put
his
knife
into
him
.
A
giant
traitor
!
Now
,
madam
,
may
his
Highness
live
in
freedom
And
this
man
out
of
prison
?
God
mend
all
.
,
to
Surveyor
There’s
something
more
would
out
of
thee
.
What
sayst
?
After
the
Duke
his
father
with
the
knife
,
He
stretched
him
,
and
with
one
hand
on
his
dagger
,
Another
spread
on
’s
breast
,
mounting
his
eyes
,
He
did
discharge
a
horrible
oath
whose
tenor
ACT 1. SC. 3
Was
,
were
he
evil
used
,
he
would
outgo
His
father
by
as
much
as
a
performance
Does
an
irresolute
purpose
.
There’s
his
period
,
To
sheathe
his
knife
in
us
!
He
is
attached
.
Call
him
to
present
trial
.
If
he
may
Find
mercy
in
the
law
,
’tis
his
;
if
none
,
Let
him
not
seek
’t
of
us
.
By
day
and
night
,
He’s
traitor
to
th’
height
!
They
exit
.
Scene
3
Enter
Lord
Chamberlain
and
Lord
Sands
.
Is
’t
possible
the
spells
of
France
should
juggle
Men
into
such
strange
mysteries
?
New
customs
,
Though
they
be
never
so
ridiculous
—
Nay
,
let
’em
be
unmanly
—
yet
are
followed
.
As
far
as
I
see
,
all
the
good
our
English
Have
got
by
the
late
voyage
is
but
merely
A
fit
or
two
o’
th’
face
;
but
they
are
shrewd
ones
,
For
when
they
hold
’em
,
you
would
swear
directly
Their
very
noses
had
been
counselors
To
Pepin
or
Clotharius
,
they
keep
state
so
.
They
have
all
new
legs
and
lame
ones
;
one
would
take
it
,
That
never
see
’em
pace
before
,
the
spavin
Or
springhalt
reigned
among
’em
.
Death
!
My
lord
,
Their
clothes
are
after
such
a
pagan
cut
to
’t
,
That
,
sure
,
they’ve
worn
out
Christendom
.
ACT 1. SC. 3
Enter
Sir
Thomas
Lovell
.
How
now
?
What
news
,
Sir
Thomas
Lovell
?
Faith
,
my
lord
,
I
hear
of
none
but
the
new
proclamation
That’s
clapped
upon
the
court
gate
.
What
is
’t
for
?
The
reformation
of
our
traveled
gallants
That
fill
the
court
with
quarrels
,
talk
,
and
tailors
.
I’m
glad
’tis
there
;
now
I
would
pray
our
monsieurs
To
think
an
English
courtier
may
be
wise
And
never
see
the
Louvre
.
They
must
either
—
For
so
run
the
conditions
—
leave
those
remnants
Of
fool
and
feather
that
they
got
in
France
,
With
all
their
honorable
points
of
ignorance
Pertaining
thereunto
,
as
fights
and
fireworks
,
Abusing
better
men
than
they
can
be
Out
of
a
foreign
wisdom
,
renouncing
clean
The
faith
they
have
in
tennis
and
tall
stockings
,
Short
blistered
breeches
,
and
those
types
of
travel
,
And
understand
again
like
honest
men
,
Or
pack
to
their
old
playfellows
.
There
,
I
take
it
,
They
may
cum
privilegio
oui
away
The
lag
end
of
their
lewdness
and
be
laughed
at
.
’Tis
time
to
give
’em
physic
,
their
diseases
Are
grown
so
catching
.
What
a
loss
our
ladies
Will
have
of
these
trim
vanities
!
Ay
,
marry
,
There
will
be
woe
indeed
,
lords
.
The
sly
whoresons
ACT 1. SC. 3
Have
got
a
speeding
trick
to
lay
down
ladies
.
A
French
song
and
a
fiddle
has
no
fellow
.
The
devil
fiddle
’em
!
I
am
glad
they
are
going
,
For
sure
there’s
no
converting
of
’em
.
Now
An
honest
country
lord
,
as
I
am
,
beaten
A
long
time
out
of
play
,
may
bring
his
plainsong
,
And
have
an
hour
of
hearing
,
and
,
by
’r
Lady
,
Held
current
music
too
.
Well
said
,
Lord
Sands
.
Your
colt’s
tooth
is
not
cast
yet
?
No
,
my
lord
,
Nor
shall
not
while
I
have
a
stump
.
Sir
Thomas
,
Whither
were
you
a-going
?
To
the
Cardinal’s
.
Your
Lordship
is
a
guest
too
.
O
,
’tis
true
.
This
night
he
makes
a
supper
,
and
a
great
one
,
To
many
lords
and
ladies
.
There
will
be
The
beauty
of
this
kingdom
,
I’ll
assure
you
.
That
churchman
bears
a
bounteous
mind
indeed
,
A
hand
as
fruitful
as
the
land
that
feeds
us
.
His
dews
fall
everywhere
.
No
doubt
he’s
noble
;
He
had
a
black
mouth
that
said
other
of
him
.
He
may
,
my
lord
.
’Has
wherewithal
.
In
him
,
Sparing
would
show
a
worse
sin
than
ill
doctrine
.
Men
of
his
way
should
be
most
liberal
;
They
are
set
here
for
examples
.
True
,
they
are
so
,
But
few
now
give
so
great
ones
.
My
barge
stays
.
Your
Lordship
shall
along
.
—
Come
,
good
Sir
Thomas
,
We
shall
be
late
else
,
which
I
would
not
be
,
ACT 1. SC. 4
For
I
was
spoke
to
,
with
Sir
Henry
Guilford
This
night
to
be
comptrollers
.
I
am
your
Lordship’s
.
They
exit
.
Scene
4
Hautboys
.
A
small
table
under
a
state
for
the
Cardinal
,
a
longer
table
for
the
guests
.
Then
enter
Anne
Bullen
and
divers
other
ladies
and
gentlemen
as
guests
at
one
door
;
at
another
door
enter
Sir
Henry
Guilford
.
Ladies
,
a
general
welcome
from
his
Grace
Salutes
you
all
.
This
night
he
dedicates
To
fair
content
and
you
.
None
here
,
he
hopes
,
In
all
this
noble
bevy
has
brought
with
her
One
care
abroad
.
He
would
have
all
as
merry
As
,
first
,
good
company
,
good
wine
,
good
welcome
Can
make
good
people
.
Enter
Lord
Chamberlain
,
Lord
Sands
,
and
Sir
Thomas
Lovell
.
O
,
my
lord
,
you’re
tardy
!
The
very
thought
of
this
fair
company
Clapped
wings
to
me
.
You
are
young
,
Sir
Harry
Guilford
.
Sir
Thomas
Lovell
,
had
the
Cardinal
But
half
my
lay
thoughts
in
him
,
some
of
these
Should
find
a
running
banquet
,
ere
they
rested
,
I
think
would
better
please
’em
.
By
my
life
,
They
are
a
sweet
society
of
fair
ones
.
O
,
that
your
Lordship
were
but
now
confessor
To
one
or
two
of
these
!
ACT 1. SC. 4
I
would
I
were
.
They
should
find
easy
penance
.
Faith
,
how
easy
?
As
easy
as
a
down
bed
would
afford
it
.
Sweet
ladies
,
will
it
please
you
sit
?
—
Sir
Harry
,
Place
you
that
side
;
I’ll
take
the
charge
of
this
.
The
guests
are
seated
.
His
Grace
is
ent’ring
.
Nay
,
you
must
not
freeze
;
Two
women
placed
together
makes
cold
weather
.
My
Lord
Sands
,
you
are
one
will
keep
’em
waking
.
Pray
sit
between
these
ladies
.
By
my
faith
,
And
thank
your
Lordship
.
—
By
your
leave
,
sweet
ladies
.
He
sits
between
Anne
Bullen
and
another
lady
.
If
I
chance
to
talk
a
little
wild
,
forgive
me
;
I
had
it
from
my
father
.
Was
he
mad
,
sir
?
O
,
very
mad
,
exceeding
mad
,
in
love
too
;
But
he
would
bite
none
.
Just
as
I
do
now
,
He
would
kiss
you
twenty
with
a
breath
.
He
kisses
Anne
.
Well
said
,
my
lord
.
So
,
now
you’re
fairly
seated
,
gentlemen
,
The
penance
lies
on
you
if
these
fair
ladies
Pass
away
frowning
.
For
my
little
cure
,
Let
me
alone
.
Hautboys
.
Enter
Cardinal
Wolsey
,
with
Attendants
and
Servants
,
and
takes
his
state
.
You’re
welcome
,
my
fair
guests
.
That
noble
lady
ACT 1. SC. 4
Or
gentleman
that
is
not
freely
merry
Is
not
my
friend
.
This
to
confirm
my
welcome
,
And
to
you
all
good
health
.
He
drinks
to
them
.
Your
Grace
is
noble
.
Let
me
have
such
a
bowl
may
hold
my
thanks
And
save
me
so
much
talking
.
My
Lord
Sands
,
I
am
beholding
to
you
.
Cheer
your
neighbors
.
—
Ladies
,
you
are
not
merry
.
—
Gentlemen
,
Whose
fault
is
this
?
The
red
wine
first
must
rise
In
their
fair
cheeks
,
my
lord
.
Then
we
shall
have
’em
Talk
us
to
silence
.
You
are
a
merry
gamester
,
My
Lord
Sands
.
Yes
,
if
I
make
my
play
.
Here’s
to
your
Ladyship
,
and
pledge
it
,
madam
,
He
drinks
to
her
.
For
’tis
to
such
a
thing
—
You
cannot
show
me
.
I
told
your
Grace
they
would
talk
anon
.
Drum
and
Trumpet
.
Chambers
discharged
.
What’s
that
?
Look
out
there
,
some
of
you
.
Servants
exit
.
What
warlike
voice
,
And
to
what
end
,
is
this
?
—
Nay
,
ladies
,
fear
not
.
By
all
the
laws
of
war
you’re
privileged
.
Enter
a
Servant
.
How
now
,
what
is
’t
?
A
noble
troop
of
strangers
,
For
so
they
seem
.
They’ve
left
their
barge
and
landed
,
And
hither
make
,
as
great
ambassadors
From
foreign
princes
.
ACT 1. SC. 4
Good
Lord
Chamberlain
,
Go
,
give
’em
welcome
—
you
can
speak
the
French
tongue
—
And
pray
receive
’em
nobly
,
and
conduct
’em
Into
our
presence
,
where
this
heaven
of
beauty
Shall
shine
at
full
upon
them
.
Some
attend
him
.
Lord
Chamberlain
exits
,
with
Attendants
.
All
rise
,
and
tables
removed
.
You
have
now
a
broken
banquet
,
but
we’ll
mend
it
.
A
good
digestion
to
you
all
;
and
once
more
I
shower
a
welcome
on
you
.
Welcome
all
!
Hautboys
.
Enter
King
and
others
as
masquers
,
habited
like
shepherds
,
ushered
by
the
Lord
Chamberlain
.
They
pass
directly
before
the
Cardinal
and
gracefully
salute
him
.
A
noble
company
!
What
are
their
pleasures
?
Because
they
speak
no
English
,
thus
they
prayed
To
tell
your
Grace
:
that
,
having
heard
by
fame
Of
this
so
noble
and
so
fair
assembly
This
night
to
meet
here
,
they
could
do
no
less
,
Out
of
the
great
respect
they
bear
to
beauty
,
But
leave
their
flocks
and
,
under
your
fair
conduct
,
Crave
leave
to
view
these
ladies
and
entreat
An
hour
of
revels
with
’em
.
Say
,
Lord
Chamberlain
,
They
have
done
my
poor
house
grace
,
for
which
I
pay
’em
A
thousand
thanks
and
pray
’em
take
their
pleasures
.
The
masquers
choose
Ladies
.
The
King
chooses
Anne
Bullen
.
The
fairest
hand
I
ever
touched
!
O
beauty
,
Till
now
I
never
knew
thee
.
Music
,
Dance
.
My
lord
!
ACT 1. SC. 4
Your
Grace
?
Pray
tell
’em
thus
much
from
me
:
There
should
be
one
amongst
’em
by
his
person
More
worthy
this
place
than
myself
,
to
whom
,
If
I
but
knew
him
,
with
my
love
and
duty
I
would
surrender
it
.
I
will
,
my
lord
.
Whisper
with
the
masquers
.
What
say
they
?
Such
a
one
they
all
confess
There
is
indeed
,
which
they
would
have
your
Grace
Find
out
,
and
he
will
take
it
.
Let
me
see
,
then
.
He
leaves
his
state
.
By
all
your
good
leaves
,
gentlemen
.
He
bows
before
the
King
.
Here
I’ll
make
My
royal
choice
.
,
unmasking
You
have
found
him
,
cardinal
.
You
hold
a
fair
assembly
;
you
do
well
,
lord
.
You
are
a
churchman
,
or
I’ll
tell
you
,
cardinal
,
I
should
judge
now
unhappily
.
I
am
glad
Your
Grace
is
grown
so
pleasant
.
My
Lord
Chamberlain
,
Prithee
come
hither
.
What
fair
lady’s
that
?
An
’t
please
your
Grace
,
Sir
Thomas
Bullen’s
daughter
,
The
Viscount
Rochford
,
one
of
her
Highness’
women
.
By
heaven
,
she
is
a
dainty
one
.
—
Sweetheart
,
I
were
unmannerly
to
take
you
out
And
not
to
kiss
you
.
He
kisses
Anne
.
A
health
,
gentlemen
!
Let
it
go
round
.
He
drinks
a
toast
.
ACT 1. SC. 4
Sir
Thomas
Lovell
,
is
the
banquet
ready
I’
th’
privy
chamber
?
Yes
,
my
lord
.
Your
Grace
,
I
fear
,
with
dancing
is
a
little
heated
.
I
fear
,
too
much
.
There’s
fresher
air
,
my
lord
,
In
the
next
chamber
.
Lead
in
your
ladies
ev’ry
one
.
—
Sweet
partner
,
I
must
not
yet
forsake
you
.
—
Let’s
be
merry
,
Good
my
Lord
Cardinal
.
I
have
half
a
dozen
healths
To
drink
to
these
fair
ladies
,
and
a
measure
To
lead
’em
once
again
,
and
then
let’s
dream
Who’s
best
in
favor
.
Let
the
music
knock
it
.
They
exit
,
with
Trumpets
.
ACT
2
Scene
1
Enter
two
Gentlemen
at
several
doors
.
Whither
away
so
fast
?
O
,
God
save
you
.
E’en
to
the
Hall
to
hear
what
shall
become
Of
the
great
Duke
of
Buckingham
.
I’ll
save
you
That
labor
,
sir
.
All’s
now
done
but
the
ceremony
Of
bringing
back
the
prisoner
.
Were
you
there
?
Yes
,
indeed
was
I
.
Pray
speak
what
has
happened
.
You
may
guess
quickly
what
.
Is
he
found
guilty
?
Yes
,
truly
,
is
he
,
and
condemned
upon
’t
.
I
am
sorry
for
’t
.
So
are
a
number
more
.
But
pray
,
how
passed
it
?
I’ll
tell
you
in
a
little
.
The
great
duke
Came
to
the
bar
,
where
to
his
accusations
ACT 2. SC. 1
He
pleaded
still
not
guilty
and
alleged
Many
sharp
reasons
to
defeat
the
law
.
The
King’s
attorney
on
the
contrary
Urged
on
the
examinations
,
proofs
,
confessions
Of
divers
witnesses
,
which
the
Duke
desired
To
him
brought
viva
voce
to
his
face
;
At
which
appeared
against
him
his
surveyor
,
Sir
Gilbert
Peck
his
chancellor
,
and
John
Car
,
Confessor
to
him
,
with
that
devil
monk
,
Hopkins
,
that
made
this
mischief
.
That
was
he
That
fed
him
with
his
prophecies
?
The
same
.
All
these
accused
him
strongly
,
which
he
fain
Would
have
flung
from
him
,
but
indeed
he
could
not
.
And
so
his
peers
upon
this
evidence
Have
found
him
guilty
of
high
treason
.
Much
He
spoke
,
and
learnèdly
,
for
life
,
but
all
Was
either
pitied
in
him
or
forgotten
.
After
all
this
,
how
did
he
bear
himself
?
When
he
was
brought
again
to
th’
bar
to
hear
His
knell
rung
out
,
his
judgment
,
he
was
stirred
With
such
an
agony
he
sweat
extremely
And
something
spoke
in
choler
,
ill
and
hasty
.
But
he
fell
to
himself
again
,
and
sweetly
In
all
the
rest
showed
a
most
noble
patience
.
I
do
not
think
he
fears
death
.
Sure
he
does
not
;
He
never
was
so
womanish
.
The
cause
He
may
a
little
grieve
at
.
Certainly
The
Cardinal
is
the
end
of
this
.
’Tis
likely
,
ACT 2. SC. 1
By
all
conjectures
;
first
,
Kildare’s
attainder
,
Then
Deputy
of
Ireland
,
who
,
removed
,
Earl
Surrey
was
sent
thither
,
and
in
haste
too
,
Lest
he
should
help
his
father
.
That
trick
of
state
Was
a
deep
envious
one
.
At
his
return
No
doubt
he
will
requite
it
.
This
is
noted
,
And
generally
:
whoever
the
King
favors
,
The
Card’nal
instantly
will
find
employment
,
And
far
enough
from
court
too
.
All
the
commons
Hate
him
perniciously
and
,
o’
my
conscience
,
Wish
him
ten
fathom
deep
.
This
duke
as
much
They
love
and
dote
on
,
call
him
bounteous
Buckingham
,
The
mirror
of
all
courtesy
.
Stay
there
,
sir
,
And
see
the
noble
ruined
man
you
speak
of
.
Enter
Buckingham
from
his
arraignment
,
Tipstaves
before
him
,
the
ax
with
the
edge
towards
him
,
Halberds
on
each
side
,
accompanied
with
Sir
Thomas
Lovell
,
Sir
Nicholas
Vaux
,
Sir
Walter
Sands
,
and
Common
People
,
etc.
Let’s
stand
close
and
behold
him
.
All
good
people
,
You
that
thus
far
have
come
to
pity
me
,
Hear
what
I
say
,
and
then
go
home
and
lose
me
.
I
have
this
day
received
a
traitor’s
judgment
,
And
by
that
name
must
die
.
Yet
heaven
bear
witness
,
And
if
I
have
a
conscience
,
let
it
sink
me
Even
as
the
ax
falls
,
if
I
be
not
faithful
!
The
law
I
bear
no
malice
for
my
death
;
’T
has
done
,
upon
the
premises
,
but
justice
.
But
those
that
sought
it
I
could
wish
more
Christian
.
ACT 2. SC. 1
Be
what
they
will
,
I
heartily
forgive
’em
.
Yet
let
’em
look
they
glory
not
in
mischief
,
Nor
build
their
evils
on
the
graves
of
great
men
,
For
then
my
guiltless
blood
must
cry
against
’em
.
For
further
life
in
this
world
I
ne’er
hope
,
Nor
will
I
sue
,
although
the
King
have
mercies
More
than
I
dare
make
faults
.
You
few
that
loved
me
And
dare
be
bold
to
weep
for
Buckingham
,
His
noble
friends
and
fellows
,
whom
to
leave
Is
only
bitter
to
him
,
only
dying
,
Go
with
me
like
good
angels
to
my
end
,
And
as
the
long
divorce
of
steel
falls
on
me
,
Make
of
your
prayers
one
sweet
sacrifice
,
And
lift
my
soul
to
heaven
.
—
Lead
on
,
a’
God’s
name
.
I
do
beseech
your
Grace
,
for
charity
,
If
ever
any
malice
in
your
heart
Were
hid
against
me
,
now
to
forgive
me
frankly
.
Sir
Thomas
Lovell
,
I
as
free
forgive
you
As
I
would
be
forgiven
.
I
forgive
all
.
There
cannot
be
those
numberless
offenses
’Gainst
me
that
I
cannot
take
peace
with
.
No
black
envy
Shall
make
my
grave
.
Commend
me
to
his
Grace
.
And
if
he
speak
of
Buckingham
,
pray
tell
him
You
met
him
half
in
heaven
.
My
vows
and
prayers
Yet
are
the
King’s
and
,
till
my
soul
forsake
,
Shall
cry
for
blessings
on
him
.
May
he
live
Longer
than
I
have
time
to
tell
his
years
.
Ever
beloved
and
loving
may
his
rule
be
;
And
when
old
Time
shall
lead
him
to
his
end
,
Goodness
and
he
fill
up
one
monument
!
To
th’
waterside
I
must
conduct
your
Grace
,
Then
give
my
charge
up
to
Sir
Nicholas
Vaux
,
Who
undertakes
you
to
your
end
.
ACT 2. SC. 1
,
calling
as
to
Officers
offstage
Prepare
there
!
The
Duke
is
coming
.
See
the
barge
be
ready
,
And
fit
it
with
such
furniture
as
suits
The
greatness
of
his
person
.
Nay
,
Sir
Nicholas
,
Let
it
alone
.
My
state
now
will
but
mock
me
.
When
I
came
hither
,
I
was
Lord
High
Constable
And
Duke
of
Buckingham
;
now
,
poor
Edward
Bohun
.
Yet
I
am
richer
than
my
base
accusers
,
That
never
knew
what
truth
meant
.
I
now
seal
it
,
And
with
that
blood
will
make
’em
one
day
groan
for
’t
.
My
noble
father
,
Henry
of
Buckingham
,
Who
first
raised
head
against
usurping
Richard
,
Flying
for
succor
to
his
servant
Banister
,
Being
distressed
,
was
by
that
wretch
betrayed
,
And
,
without
trial
,
fell
.
God’s
peace
be
with
him
.
Henry
the
Seventh
,
succeeding
,
truly
pitying
My
father’s
loss
,
like
a
most
royal
prince
Restored
me
to
my
honors
and
out
of
ruins
Made
my
name
once
more
noble
.
Now
his
son
,
Henry
the
Eighth
,
life
,
honor
,
name
,
and
all
That
made
me
happy
at
one
stroke
has
taken
Forever
from
the
world
.
I
had
my
trial
,
And
must
needs
say
a
noble
one
,
which
makes
me
A
little
happier
than
my
wretched
father
.
Yet
thus
far
we
are
one
in
fortunes
:
both
Fell
by
our
servants
,
by
those
men
we
loved
most
—
A
most
unnatural
and
faithless
service
.
Heaven
has
an
end
in
all
;
yet
,
you
that
hear
me
,
This
from
a
dying
man
receive
as
certain
:
Where
you
are
liberal
of
your
loves
and
counsels
Be
sure
you
be
not
loose
;
for
those
you
make
friends
And
give
your
hearts
to
,
when
they
once
perceive
The
least
rub
in
your
fortunes
,
fall
away
Like
water
from
you
,
never
found
again
ACT 2. SC. 1
But
where
they
mean
to
sink
you
.
All
good
people
,
Pray
for
me
.
I
must
now
forsake
you
.
The
last
hour
Of
my
long
weary
life
is
come
upon
me
.
Farewell
.
And
when
you
would
say
something
that
is
sad
,
Speak
how
I
fell
.
I
have
done
;
and
God
forgive
me
.
Duke
and
train
exit
.
O
,
this
is
full
of
pity
,
sir
!
It
calls
,
I
fear
,
too
many
curses
on
their
heads
That
were
the
authors
.
If
the
Duke
be
guiltless
,
’Tis
full
of
woe
.
Yet
I
can
give
you
inkling
Of
an
ensuing
evil
,
if
it
fall
,
Greater
than
this
.
Good
angels
keep
it
from
us
!
What
may
it
be
?
You
do
not
doubt
my
faith
,
sir
?
This
secret
is
so
weighty
’twill
require
A
strong
faith
to
conceal
it
.
Let
me
have
it
.
I
do
not
talk
much
.
I
am
confident
;
You
shall
,
sir
.
Did
you
not
of
late
days
hear
A
buzzing
of
a
separation
Between
the
King
and
Katherine
?
Yes
,
but
it
held
not
;
For
when
the
King
once
heard
it
,
out
of
anger
He
sent
command
to
the
Lord
Mayor
straight
To
stop
the
rumor
and
allay
those
tongues
That
durst
disperse
it
.
But
that
slander
,
sir
,
Is
found
a
truth
now
,
for
it
grows
again
Fresher
than
e’er
it
was
,
and
held
for
certain
The
King
will
venture
at
it
.
Either
the
Cardinal
,
Or
some
about
him
near
,
have
,
out
of
malice
ACT 2. SC. 2
To
the
good
queen
,
possessed
him
with
a
scruple
That
will
undo
her
.
To
confirm
this
too
,
Cardinal
Campeius
is
arrived
,
and
lately
,
As
all
think
,
for
this
business
.
’Tis
the
Cardinal
;
And
merely
to
revenge
him
on
the
Emperor
For
not
bestowing
on
him
at
his
asking
The
archbishopric
of
Toledo
this
is
purposed
.
I
think
you
have
hit
the
mark
.
But
is
’t
not
cruel
That
she
should
feel
the
smart
of
this
?
The
Cardinal
Will
have
his
will
,
and
she
must
fall
.
’Tis
woeful
.
We
are
too
open
here
to
argue
this
.
Let’s
think
in
private
more
.
They
exit
.
Scene
2
Enter
Lord
Chamberlain
,
reading
this
letter
.
My
lord
,
the
horses
your
Lordship
sent
for
,
with
all
the
care
I
had
I
saw
well
chosen
,
ridden
,
and
furnished
.
They
were
young
and
handsome
and
of
the
best
breed
in
the
north
.
When
they
were
ready
to
set
out
for
London
,
a
man
of
my
Lord
Cardinal’s
,
by
commission
and
main
power
,
took
’em
from
me
with
this
reason
:
his
master
would
be
served
before
a
subject
,
if
not
before
the
King
,
which
stopped
our
mouths
,
sir
.
I
fear
he
will
indeed
;
well
,
let
him
have
them
.
He
will
have
all
,
I
think
.
Enter
to
the
Lord
Chamberlain
,
the
Dukes
of
Norfolk
and
Suffolk
.
Well
met
,
my
Lord
Chamberlain
.
Good
day
to
both
your
Graces
.
ACT 2. SC. 2
How
is
the
King
employed
?
I
left
him
private
,
Full
of
sad
thoughts
and
troubles
.
What’s
the
cause
?
It
seems
the
marriage
with
his
brother’s
wife
Has
crept
too
near
his
conscience
.
No
,
his
conscience
Has
crept
too
near
another
lady
.
’Tis
so
;
This
is
the
Cardinal’s
doing
.
The
king-cardinal
,
That
blind
priest
,
like
the
eldest
son
of
Fortune
,
Turns
what
he
list
.
The
King
will
know
him
one
day
.
Pray
God
he
do
!
He’ll
never
know
himself
else
.
How
holily
he
works
in
all
his
business
,
And
with
what
zeal
!
For
,
now
he
has
cracked
the
league
Between
us
and
the
Emperor
,
the
Queen’s
great-nephew
,
He
dives
into
the
King’s
soul
and
there
scatters
Dangers
,
doubts
,
wringing
of
the
conscience
,
Fears
and
despairs
—
and
all
these
for
his
marriage
.
And
out
of
all
these
to
restore
the
King
,
He
counsels
a
divorce
,
a
loss
of
her
That
like
a
jewel
has
hung
twenty
years
About
his
neck
,
yet
never
lost
her
luster
;
Of
her
that
loves
him
with
that
excellence
That
angels
love
good
men
with
;
even
of
her
That
,
when
the
greatest
stroke
of
fortune
falls
,
Will
bless
the
King
.
And
is
not
this
course
pious
?
Heaven
keep
me
from
such
counsel
!
’Tis
most
true
:
These
news
are
everywhere
,
every
tongue
speaks
’em
,
ACT 2. SC. 2
And
every
true
heart
weeps
for
’t
.
All
that
dare
Look
into
these
affairs
see
this
main
end
,
The
French
king’s
sister
.
Heaven
will
one
day
open
The
King’s
eyes
,
that
so
long
have
slept
upon
This
bold
bad
man
.
And
free
us
from
his
slavery
.
We
had
need
pray
,
And
heartily
,
for
our
deliverance
,
Or
this
imperious
man
will
work
us
all
From
princes
into
pages
.
All
men’s
honors
Lie
like
one
lump
before
him
,
to
be
fashioned
Into
what
pitch
he
please
.
For
me
,
my
lords
,
I
love
him
not
nor
fear
him
;
there’s
my
creed
.
As
I
am
made
without
him
,
so
I’ll
stand
,
If
the
King
please
.
His
curses
and
his
blessings
Touch
me
alike
:
they’re
breath
I
not
believe
in
.
I
knew
him
and
I
know
him
;
so
I
leave
him
To
him
that
made
him
proud
,
the
Pope
.
Let’s
in
,
And
with
some
other
business
put
the
King
From
these
sad
thoughts
that
work
too
much
upon
him
.
—
My
lord
,
you’ll
bear
us
company
?
Excuse
me
;
The
King
has
sent
me
otherwhere
.
Besides
,
You’ll
find
a
most
unfit
time
to
disturb
him
.
Health
to
your
Lordships
.
Thanks
,
my
good
Lord
Chamberlain
.
Lord
Chamberlain
exits
;
and
the
King
draws
the
curtain
and
sits
reading
pensively
.
,
to
Norfolk
How
sad
he
looks
!
Sure
he
is
much
afflicted
.
Who’s
there
?
Ha
?
ACT 2. SC. 2
,
to
Suffolk
Pray
God
he
be
not
angry
.
Who’s
there
,
I
say
?
How
dare
you
thrust
yourselves
Into
my
private
meditations
?
Who
am
I
,
ha
?
A
gracious
king
that
pardons
all
offenses
Malice
ne’er
meant
.
Our
breach
of
duty
this
way
Is
business
of
estate
,
in
which
we
come
To
know
your
royal
pleasure
.
You
are
too
bold
.
Go
to
;
I’ll
make
you
know
your
times
of
business
.
Is
this
an
hour
for
temporal
affairs
,
ha
?
Enter
Wolsey
and
Campeius
,
with
a
commission
.
Who’s
there
?
My
good
Lord
Cardinal
?
O
my
Wolsey
,
The
quiet
of
my
wounded
conscience
,
Thou
art
a
cure
fit
for
a
king
.
To
Campeius
.
You’re
welcome
,
Most
learnèd
reverend
sir
,
into
our
kingdom
.
Use
us
and
it
.
—
My
good
lord
,
have
great
care
I
be
not
found
a
talker
.
Sir
,
you
cannot
.
I
would
your
Grace
would
give
us
but
an
hour
Of
private
conference
.
,
to
Norfolk
and
Suffolk
.
We
are
busy
.
Go
.
,
aside
to
Suffolk
This
priest
has
no
pride
in
him
?
,
aside
to
Norfolk
.
Not
to
speak
of
.
I
would
not
be
so
sick
,
though
for
his
place
.
But
this
cannot
continue
.
,
aside
to
Suffolk
If
it
do
,
I’ll
venture
one
have-at-him
.
,
aside
to
Norfolk
I
another
.
Norfolk
and
Suffolk
exit
.
Your
Grace
has
given
a
precedent
of
wisdom
ACT 2. SC. 2
Above
all
princes
in
committing
freely
Your
scruple
to
the
voice
of
Christendom
.
Who
can
be
angry
now
?
What
envy
reach
you
?
The
Spaniard
,
tied
by
blood
and
favor
to
her
,
Must
now
confess
,
if
they
have
any
goodness
,
The
trial
just
and
noble
;
all
the
clerks
—
I
mean
the
learnèd
ones
in
Christian
kingdoms
—
Have
their
free
voices
;
Rome
,
the
nurse
of
judgment
,
Invited
by
your
noble
self
,
hath
sent
One
general
tongue
unto
us
,
this
good
man
,
This
just
and
learnèd
priest
,
Cardinal
Campeius
,
Whom
once
more
I
present
unto
your
Highness
.
And
once
more
in
mine
arms
I
bid
him
welcome
,
And
thank
the
holy
conclave
for
their
loves
.
They
have
sent
me
such
a
man
I
would
have
wished
for
.
He
embraces
Campeius
.
,
handing
the
King
a
paper
Your
Grace
must
needs
deserve
all
strangers’
loves
,
You
are
so
noble
.
To
your
Highness’
hand
I
tender
my
commission
—
by
whose
virtue
,
The
court
of
Rome
commanding
,
you
,
my
Lord
Cardinal
of
York
,
are
joined
with
me
their
servant
In
the
unpartial
judging
of
this
business
.
Two
equal
men
.
The
Queen
shall
be
acquainted
Forthwith
for
what
you
come
.
Where’s
Gardiner
?
I
know
your
Majesty
has
always
loved
her
So
dear
in
heart
not
to
deny
her
that
A
woman
of
less
place
might
ask
by
law
:
Scholars
allowed
freely
to
argue
for
her
.
Ay
,
and
the
best
she
shall
have
,
and
my
favor
To
him
that
does
best
.
God
forbid
else
.
Cardinal
,
ACT 2. SC. 2
Prithee
call
Gardiner
to
me
,
my
new
secretary
.
I
find
him
a
fit
fellow
.
Wolsey
goes
to
the
door
.
Enter
Gardiner
to
Wolsey
.
,
aside
to
Gardiner
Give
me
your
hand
.
Much
joy
and
favor
to
you
.
You
are
the
King’s
now
.
,
aside
to
Wolsey
But
to
be
commanded
Forever
by
your
Grace
,
whose
hand
has
raised
me
.
Come
hither
,
Gardiner
.
The
King
and
Gardiner
walk
and
whisper
.
My
lord
of
York
,
was
not
one
Doctor
Pace
In
this
man’s
place
before
him
?
Yes
,
he
was
.
Was
he
not
held
a
learnèd
man
?
Yes
,
surely
.
Believe
me
,
there’s
an
ill
opinion
spread
,
then
,
Even
of
yourself
,
Lord
Cardinal
.
How
?
Of
me
?
They
will
not
stick
to
say
you
envied
him
And
,
fearing
he
would
rise
—
he
was
so
virtuous
—
Kept
him
a
foreign
man
still
,
which
so
grieved
him
That
he
ran
mad
and
died
.
Heav’n’s
peace
be
with
him
!
That’s
Christian
care
enough
.
For
living
murmurers
,
There’s
places
of
rebuke
.
He
was
a
fool
,
For
he
would
needs
be
virtuous
.
That
good
fellow
If
I
command
him
follows
my
appointment
.
I
will
have
none
so
near
else
.
Learn
this
,
brother
:
We
live
not
to
be
griped
by
meaner
persons
.
ACT 2. SC. 3
,
to
Gardiner
Deliver
this
with
modesty
to
th’
Queen
.
Gardiner
exits
.
The
most
convenient
place
that
I
can
think
of
For
such
receipt
of
learning
is
Blackfriars
.
There
you
shall
meet
about
this
weighty
business
.
My
Wolsey
,
see
it
furnished
.
O
,
my
lord
,
Would
it
not
grieve
an
able
man
to
leave
So
sweet
a
bedfellow
?
But
,
conscience
,
conscience
!
O
,
’tis
a
tender
place
,
and
I
must
leave
her
.
They
exit
.
Scene
3
Enter
Anne
Bullen
and
an
old
Lady
.
Not
for
that
neither
.
Here’s
the
pang
that
pinches
:
His
Highness
having
lived
so
long
with
her
,
and
she
So
good
a
lady
that
no
tongue
could
ever
Pronounce
dishonor
of
her
—
by
my
life
,
She
never
knew
harm-doing
!
—
O
,
now
,
after
So
many
courses
of
the
sun
enthroned
,
Still
growing
in
a
majesty
and
pomp
,
the
which
To
leave
a
thousandfold
more
bitter
than
’Tis
sweet
at
first
t’
acquire
—
after
this
process
,
To
give
her
the
avaunt
!
It
is
a
pity
Would
move
a
monster
.
Hearts
of
most
hard
temper
Melt
and
lament
for
her
.
O
,
God’s
will
!
Much
better
She
ne’er
had
known
pomp
;
though
’t
be
temporal
,
Yet
if
that
quarrel
,
Fortune
,
do
divorce
It
from
the
bearer
,
’tis
a
sufferance
panging
As
soul
and
body’s
severing
.
Alas
,
poor
lady
,
She’s
a
stranger
now
again
!
ACT 2. SC. 3
So
much
the
more
Must
pity
drop
upon
her
.
Verily
,
I
swear
,
’tis
better
to
be
lowly
born
And
range
with
humble
livers
in
content
Than
to
be
perked
up
in
a
glist’ring
grief
And
wear
a
golden
sorrow
.
Our
content
Is
our
best
having
.
By
my
troth
and
maidenhead
,
I
would
not
be
a
queen
.
Beshrew
me
,
I
would
,
And
venture
maidenhead
for
’t
;
and
so
would
you
,
For
all
this
spice
of
your
hypocrisy
.
You
,
that
have
so
fair
parts
of
woman
on
you
,
Have
too
a
woman’s
heart
,
which
ever
yet
Affected
eminence
,
wealth
,
sovereignty
;
Which
,
to
say
sooth
,
are
blessings
;
and
which
gifts
,
Saving
your
mincing
,
the
capacity
Of
your
soft
cheveril
conscience
would
receive
If
you
might
please
to
stretch
it
.
Nay
,
good
troth
.
Yes
,
troth
,
and
troth
.
You
would
not
be
a
queen
?
No
,
not
for
all
the
riches
under
heaven
.
’Tis
strange
.
A
threepence
bowed
would
hire
me
,
Old
as
I
am
,
to
queen
it
.
But
I
pray
you
,
What
think
you
of
a
duchess
?
Have
you
limbs
To
bear
that
load
of
title
?
No
,
in
truth
.
Then
you
are
weakly
made
.
Pluck
off
a
little
.
I
would
not
be
a
young
count
in
your
way
For
more
than
blushing
comes
to
.
If
your
back
ACT 2. SC. 3
Cannot
vouchsafe
this
burden
,
’tis
too
weak
Ever
to
get
a
boy
.
How
you
do
talk
!
I
swear
again
,
I
would
not
be
a
queen
For
all
the
world
.
In
faith
,
for
little
England
You’d
venture
an
emballing
.
I
myself
Would
for
Carnarvanshire
,
although
there
longed
No
more
to
th’
crown
but
that
.
Lo
,
who
comes
here
?
Enter
Lord
Chamberlain
.
Good
morrow
,
ladies
.
What
were
’t
worth
to
know
The
secret
of
your
conference
?
My
good
lord
,
Not
your
demand
;
it
values
not
your
asking
.
Our
mistress’
sorrows
we
were
pitying
.
It
was
a
gentle
business
,
and
becoming
The
action
of
good
women
.
There
is
hope
All
will
be
well
.
Now
,
I
pray
God
,
amen
!
You
bear
a
gentle
mind
,
and
heav’nly
blessings
Follow
such
creatures
.
That
you
may
,
fair
lady
,
Perceive
I
speak
sincerely
,
and
high
note’s
Ta’en
of
your
many
virtues
,
the
King’s
Majesty
Commends
his
good
opinion
of
you
to
you
,
and
Does
purpose
honor
to
you
no
less
flowing
Than
Marchioness
of
Pembroke
,
to
which
title
A
thousand
pound
a
year
annual
support
Out
of
his
grace
he
adds
.
I
do
not
know
What
kind
of
my
obedience
I
should
tender
.
More
than
my
all
is
nothing
,
nor
my
prayers
Are
not
words
duly
hallowed
,
nor
my
wishes
ACT 2. SC. 3
More
worth
than
empty
vanities
.
Yet
prayers
and
wishes
Are
all
I
can
return
.
’Beseech
your
Lordship
,
Vouchsafe
to
speak
my
thanks
and
my
obedience
,
As
from
a
blushing
handmaid
,
to
his
Highness
,
Whose
health
and
royalty
I
pray
for
.
Lady
,
I
shall
not
fail
t’
approve
the
fair
conceit
The
King
hath
of
you
.
(
Aside
.
)
I
have
perused
her
well
.
Beauty
and
honor
in
her
are
so
mingled
That
they
have
caught
the
King
.
And
who
knows
yet
But
from
this
lady
may
proceed
a
gem
To
lighten
all
this
isle
?
—
I’ll
to
the
King
And
say
I
spoke
with
you
.
My
honored
lord
.
Lord
Chamberlain
exits
.
Why
,
this
it
is
!
See
,
see
!
I
have
been
begging
sixteen
years
in
court
,
Am
yet
a
courtier
beggarly
,
nor
could
Come
pat
betwixt
too
early
and
too
late
For
any
suit
of
pounds
;
and
you
—
O
,
fate
!
—
A
very
fresh
fish
here
—
fie
,
fie
,
fie
upon
This
compelled
fortune
!
—
have
your
mouth
filled
up
Before
you
open
it
.
This
is
strange
to
me
.
How
tastes
it
?
Is
it
bitter
?
Forty
pence
,
no
.
There
was
a
lady
once
—
’tis
an
old
story
—
That
would
not
be
a
queen
,
that
would
she
not
,
For
all
the
mud
in
Egypt
.
Have
you
heard
it
?
Come
,
you
are
pleasant
.
With
your
theme
,
I
could
O’ermount
the
lark
.
The
Marchioness
of
Pembroke
?
A
thousand
pounds
a
year
for
pure
respect
?
No
other
obligation
?
By
my
life
,
ACT 2. SC. 4
That
promises
more
thousands
;
honor’s
train
Is
longer
than
his
foreskirt
.
By
this
time
I
know
your
back
will
bear
a
duchess
.
Say
,
Are
you
not
stronger
than
you
were
?
Good
lady
,
Make
yourself
mirth
with
your
particular
fancy
,
And
leave
me
out
on
’t
.
Would
I
had
no
being
If
this
salute
my
blood
a
jot
.
It
faints
me
To
think
what
follows
.
The
Queen
is
comfortless
and
we
forgetful
In
our
long
absence
.
Pray
do
not
deliver
What
here
you’ve
heard
to
her
.
What
do
you
think
me
?
They
exit
.
Scene
4
Trumpets
,
sennet
,
and
cornets
.
Enter
two
Vergers
,
with
short
silver
wands
;
next
them
,
two
Scribes
,
in
the
habit
of
doctors
;
after
them
,
the
Bishop
of
Canterbury
alone
;
after
him
,
the
Bishops
of
Lincoln
,
Ely
,
Rochester
,
and
Saint
Asaph
;
next
them
,
with
some
small
distance
,
follows
a
Gentleman
bearing
the
purse
with
the
great
seal
,
and
a
cardinal’s
hat
.
Then
two
Priests
,
bearing
each
a
silver
cross
;
then
a
Gentleman
Usher
bare-headed
,
accompanied
with
a
Sergeant-at-Arms
,
bearing
a
silver
mace
;
then
two
Gentlemen
,
bearing
two
great
silver
pillars
.
After
them
,
side
by
side
,
the
two
Cardinals
,
and
two
Noblemen
with
the
sword
and
mace
.
The
King
takes
place
under
the
cloth
of
state
.
The
two
Cardinals
sit
under
him
as
judges
.
The
Queen
takes
place
some
distance
from
the
King
.
The
Bishops
place
themselves
on
each
side
the
court
,
in
manner
of
a
consistory
;
below
them
the
Scribes
.
The
Lords
sit
next
the
Bishops
.
The
rest
of
the
Attendants
including
a
Crier
and
the
Queen’s
Gentleman
Usher
stand
in
convenient
order
about
the
stage
.
ACT 2. SC. 4
Whilst
our
commission
from
Rome
is
read
,
Let
silence
be
commanded
.
What’s
the
need
?
It
hath
already
publicly
been
read
,
And
on
all
sides
th’
authority
allowed
.
You
may
then
spare
that
time
.
Be
’t
so
.
Proceed
.
Say
Henry
King
of
England
,
come
into
the
court
.
Henry
King
of
England
,
come
into
the
court
.
Here
.
Say
Katherine
Queen
of
England
,
come
into
the
court
.
Katherine
Queen
of
England
,
come
into
the
court
.
The
Queen
makes
no
answer
,
rises
out
of
her
chair
,
goes
about
the
court
,
comes
to
the
King
,
and
kneels
at
his
feet
;
then
speaks
.
Sir
,
I
desire
you
do
me
right
and
justice
,
And
to
bestow
your
pity
on
me
;
for
I
am
a
most
poor
woman
and
a
stranger
,
Born
out
of
your
dominions
,
having
here
No
judge
indifferent
nor
no
more
assurance
Of
equal
friendship
and
proceeding
.
Alas
,
sir
,
In
what
have
I
offended
you
?
What
cause
Hath
my
behavior
given
to
your
displeasure
That
thus
you
should
proceed
to
put
me
off
And
take
your
good
grace
from
me
?
Heaven
witness
I
have
been
to
you
a
true
and
humble
wife
,
At
all
times
to
your
will
conformable
,
Ever
in
fear
to
kindle
your
dislike
,
Yea
,
subject
to
your
countenance
,
glad
or
sorry
As
I
saw
it
inclined
.
When
was
the
hour
I
ever
contradicted
your
desire
,
ACT 2. SC. 4
Or
made
it
not
mine
too
?
Or
which
of
your
friends
Have
I
not
strove
to
love
,
although
I
knew
He
were
mine
enemy
?
What
friend
of
mine
That
had
to
him
derived
your
anger
did
I
Continue
in
my
liking
?
Nay
,
gave
notice
He
was
from
thence
discharged
?
Sir
,
call
to
mind
That
I
have
been
your
wife
in
this
obedience
Upward
of
twenty
years
,
and
have
been
blessed
With
many
children
by
you
.
If
,
in
the
course
And
process
of
this
time
,
you
can
report
,
And
prove
it
too
,
against
mine
honor
aught
,
My
bond
to
wedlock
or
my
love
and
duty
Against
your
sacred
person
,
in
God’s
name
Turn
me
away
and
let
the
foul’st
contempt
Shut
door
upon
me
,
and
so
give
me
up
To
the
sharp’st
kind
of
justice
.
Please
you
,
sir
,
The
King
your
father
was
reputed
for
A
prince
most
prudent
,
of
an
excellent
And
unmatched
wit
and
judgment
.
Ferdinand
,
My
father
,
King
of
Spain
,
was
reckoned
one
The
wisest
prince
that
there
had
reigned
by
many
A
year
before
.
It
is
not
to
be
questioned
That
they
had
gathered
a
wise
council
to
them
Of
every
realm
,
that
did
debate
this
business
,
Who
deemed
our
marriage
lawful
.
Wherefore
I
humbly
Beseech
you
,
sir
,
to
spare
me
till
I
may
Be
by
my
friends
in
Spain
advised
,
whose
counsel
I
will
implore
.
If
not
,
i’
th’
name
of
God
,
Your
pleasure
be
fulfilled
.
You
have
here
,
lady
,
And
of
your
choice
,
these
reverend
fathers
,
men
Of
singular
integrity
and
learning
,
Yea
,
the
elect
o’
th’
land
,
who
are
assembled
To
plead
your
cause
.
It
shall
be
therefore
bootless
That
longer
you
desire
the
court
,
as
well
ACT 2. SC. 4
For
your
own
quiet
as
to
rectify
What
is
unsettled
in
the
King
.
His
Grace
Hath
spoken
well
and
justly
.
Therefore
,
madam
,
It’s
fit
this
royal
session
do
proceed
And
that
without
delay
their
arguments
Be
now
produced
and
heard
.
Lord
Cardinal
,
To
you
I
speak
.
Your
pleasure
,
madam
.
Sir
,
I
am
about
to
weep
;
but
thinking
that
We
are
a
queen
,
or
long
have
dreamed
so
,
certain
The
daughter
of
a
king
,
my
drops
of
tears
I’ll
turn
to
sparks
of
fire
.
Be
patient
yet
.
I
will
,
when
you
are
humble
;
nay
,
before
,
Or
God
will
punish
me
.
I
do
believe
,
Induced
by
potent
circumstances
,
that
You
are
mine
enemy
,
and
make
my
challenge
You
shall
not
be
my
judge
;
for
it
is
you
Have
blown
this
coal
betwixt
my
lord
and
me
—
Which
God’s
dew
quench
!
Therefore
I
say
again
,
I
utterly
abhor
,
yea
,
from
my
soul
Refuse
you
for
my
judge
,
whom
,
yet
once
more
,
I
hold
my
most
malicious
foe
and
think
not
At
all
a
friend
to
truth
.
I
do
profess
You
speak
not
like
yourself
,
who
ever
yet
Have
stood
to
charity
and
displayed
th’
effects
Of
disposition
gentle
and
of
wisdom
O’ertopping
woman’s
power
.
Madam
,
you
do
me
wrong
.
I
have
no
spleen
against
you
,
nor
injustice
For
you
or
any
.
How
far
I
have
proceeded
,
ACT 2. SC. 4
Or
how
far
further
shall
,
is
warranted
By
a
commission
from
the
Consistory
,
Yea
,
the
whole
Consistory
of
Rome
.
You
charge
me
That
I
have
blown
this
coal
.
I
do
deny
it
.
The
King
is
present
.
If
it
be
known
to
him
That
I
gainsay
my
deed
,
how
may
he
wound
,
And
worthily
,
my
falsehood
,
yea
,
as
much
As
you
have
done
my
truth
.
If
he
know
That
I
am
free
of
your
report
,
he
knows
I
am
not
of
your
wrong
.
Therefore
in
him
It
lies
to
cure
me
,
and
the
cure
is
to
Remove
these
thoughts
from
you
,
the
which
before
His
Highness
shall
speak
in
,
I
do
beseech
You
,
gracious
madam
,
to
unthink
your
speaking
And
to
say
so
no
more
.
My
lord
,
my
lord
,
I
am
a
simple
woman
,
much
too
weak
T’
oppose
your
cunning
.
You’re
meek
and
humble-mouthed
;
You
sign
your
place
and
calling
,
in
full
seeming
,
With
meekness
and
humility
,
but
your
heart
Is
crammed
with
arrogancy
,
spleen
,
and
pride
.
You
have
by
fortune
and
his
Highness’
favors
Gone
slightly
o’er
low
steps
,
and
now
are
mounted
Where
powers
are
your
retainers
,
and
your
words
,
Domestics
to
you
,
serve
your
will
as
’t
please
Yourself
pronounce
their
office
.
I
must
tell
you
,
You
tender
more
your
person’s
honor
than
Your
high
profession
spiritual
,
that
again
I
do
refuse
you
for
my
judge
,
and
here
,
Before
you
all
,
appeal
unto
the
Pope
To
bring
my
whole
cause
’fore
his
Holiness
,
And
to
be
judged
by
him
.
She
curtsies
to
the
King
,
and
offers
to
depart
.
The
Queen
is
obstinate
,
Stubborn
to
justice
,
apt
to
accuse
it
,
and
ACT 2. SC. 4
Disdainful
to
be
tried
by
’t
.
’Tis
not
well
.
She’s
going
away
.
Call
her
again
.
Katherine
,
Queen
of
England
,
come
into
the
court
.
Madam
,
you
are
called
back
.
What
need
you
note
it
?
Pray
you
,
keep
your
way
.
When
you
are
called
,
return
.
Now
,
the
Lord
help
!
They
vex
me
past
my
patience
.
Pray
you
,
pass
on
.
I
will
not
tarry
;
no
,
nor
ever
more
Upon
this
business
my
appearance
make
In
any
of
their
courts
.
Queen
and
her
Attendants
exit
.
Go
thy
ways
,
Kate
.
That
man
i’
th’
world
who
shall
report
he
has
A
better
wife
,
let
him
in
naught
be
trusted
,
For
speaking
false
in
that
.
Thou
art
,
alone
—
If
thy
rare
qualities
,
sweet
gentleness
,
Thy
meekness
saintlike
,
wifelike
government
,
Obeying
in
commanding
,
and
thy
parts
Sovereign
and
pious
else
,
could
speak
thee
out
—
The
queen
of
earthly
queens
.
She’s
noble
born
,
And
like
her
true
nobility
she
has
Carried
herself
towards
me
.
Most
gracious
sir
,
In
humblest
manner
I
require
your
Highness
That
it
shall
please
you
to
declare
in
hearing
Of
all
these
ears
—
for
where
I
am
robbed
and
bound
,
There
must
I
be
unloosed
,
although
not
there
At
once
and
fully
satisfied
—
whether
ever
I
Did
broach
this
business
to
your
Highness
,
or
Laid
any
scruple
in
your
way
which
might
Induce
you
to
the
question
on
’t
,
or
ever
Have
to
you
,
but
with
thanks
to
God
for
such
ACT 2. SC. 4
A
royal
lady
,
spake
one
the
least
word
that
might
Be
to
the
prejudice
of
her
present
state
,
Or
touch
of
her
good
person
?
My
Lord
Cardinal
,
I
do
excuse
you
;
yea
,
upon
mine
honor
,
I
free
you
from
’t
.
You
are
not
to
be
taught
That
you
have
many
enemies
that
know
not
Why
they
are
so
but
,
like
to
village
curs
,
Bark
when
their
fellows
do
.
By
some
of
these
The
Queen
is
put
in
anger
.
You’re
excused
.
But
will
you
be
more
justified
?
You
ever
Have
wished
the
sleeping
of
this
business
,
never
desired
It
to
be
stirred
,
but
oft
have
hindered
,
oft
,
The
passages
made
toward
it
.
On
my
honor
I
speak
my
good
Lord
Cardinal
to
this
point
And
thus
far
clear
him
.
Now
,
what
moved
me
to
’t
,
I
will
be
bold
with
time
and
your
attention
.
Then
mark
th’
inducement
.
Thus
it
came
;
give
heed
to
’t
:
My
conscience
first
received
a
tenderness
,
Scruple
,
and
prick
on
certain
speeches
uttered
By
th’
Bishop
of
Bayonne
,
then
French
ambassador
,
Who
had
been
hither
sent
on
the
debating
A
marriage
’twixt
the
Duke
of
Orleans
and
Our
daughter
Mary
.
I’
th’
progress
of
this
business
,
Ere
a
determinate
resolution
,
he
,
I
mean
the
Bishop
,
did
require
a
respite
Wherein
he
might
the
King
his
lord
advertise
Whether
our
daughter
were
legitimate
,
Respecting
this
our
marriage
with
the
dowager
,
Sometime
our
brother’s
wife
.
This
respite
shook
The
bosom
of
my
conscience
,
entered
me
,
Yea
,
with
a
spitting
power
,
and
made
to
tremble
The
region
of
my
breast
;
which
forced
such
way
That
many
mazed
considerings
did
throng
ACT 2. SC. 4
And
pressed
in
with
this
caution
.
First
,
methought
I
stood
not
in
the
smile
of
heaven
,
who
had
Commanded
nature
that
my
lady’s
womb
,
If
it
conceived
a
male
child
by
me
,
should
Do
no
more
offices
of
life
to
’t
than
The
grave
does
to
th’
dead
,
for
her
male
issue
Or
died
where
they
were
made
,
or
shortly
after
This
world
had
aired
them
.
Hence
I
took
a
thought
This
was
a
judgment
on
me
,
that
my
kingdom
,
Well
worthy
the
best
heir
o’
th’
world
,
should
not
Be
gladded
in
’t
by
me
.
Then
follows
that
I
weighed
the
danger
which
my
realms
stood
in
By
this
my
issue’s
fail
,
and
that
gave
to
me
Many
a
groaning
throe
.
Thus
hulling
in
The
wild
sea
of
my
conscience
,
I
did
steer
Toward
this
remedy
whereupon
we
are
Now
present
here
together
.
That’s
to
say
,
I
meant
to
rectify
my
conscience
,
which
I
then
did
feel
full
sick
,
and
yet
not
well
,
By
all
the
reverend
fathers
of
the
land
And
doctors
learnèd
.
First
,
I
began
in
private
With
you
,
my
Lord
of
Lincoln
.
You
remember
How
under
my
oppression
I
did
reek
When
I
first
moved
you
.
Very
well
,
my
liege
.
I
have
spoke
long
.
Be
pleased
yourself
to
say
How
far
you
satisfied
me
.
So
please
your
Highness
,
The
question
did
at
first
so
stagger
me
,
Bearing
a
state
of
mighty
moment
in
’t
And
consequence
of
dread
,
that
I
committed
The
daring’st
counsel
which
I
had
to
doubt
,
And
did
entreat
your
Highness
to
this
course
Which
you
are
running
here
.
I
then
moved
you
,
ACT 2. SC. 4
My
Lord
of
Canterbury
,
and
got
your
leave
To
make
this
present
summons
.
Unsolicited
I
left
no
reverend
person
in
this
court
,
But
by
particular
consent
proceeded
Under
your
hands
and
seals
.
Therefore
go
on
,
For
no
dislike
i’
th’
world
against
the
person
Of
the
good
queen
,
but
the
sharp
thorny
points
Of
my
allegèd
reasons
drives
this
forward
.
Prove
but
our
marriage
lawful
,
by
my
life
And
kingly
dignity
,
we
are
contented
To
wear
our
mortal
state
to
come
with
her
,
Katherine
our
queen
,
before
the
primest
creature
That’s
paragoned
o’
th’
world
.
So
please
your
Highness
,
The
Queen
being
absent
,
’tis
a
needful
fitness
That
we
adjourn
this
court
till
further
day
.
Meanwhile
must
be
an
earnest
motion
Made
to
the
Queen
to
call
back
her
appeal
She
intends
unto
his
Holiness
.
,
aside
I
may
perceive
These
cardinals
trifle
with
me
.
I
abhor
This
dilatory
sloth
and
tricks
of
Rome
.
My
learnèd
and
well-belovèd
servant
Cranmer
,
Prithee
return
.
With
thy
approach
,
I
know
,
My
comfort
comes
along
.
—
Break
up
the
court
.
I
say
,
set
on
.
They
exit
,
in
manner
as
they
entered
.
ACT
3
Scene
1
Enter
Queen
and
her
Women
,
as
at
work
.
Take
thy
lute
,
wench
.
My
soul
grows
sad
with
troubles
.
Sing
,
and
disperse
’em
if
thou
canst
.
Leave
working
.
sings
song
.
Orpheus
with
his
lute
made
trees
And
the
mountaintops
that
freeze
Bow
themselves
when
he
did
sing
.
To
his
music
plants
and
flowers
Ever
sprung
,
as
sun
and
showers
There
had
made
a
lasting
spring
.
Everything
that
heard
him
play
,
Even
the
billows
of
the
sea
,
Hung
their
heads
and
then
lay
by
.
In
sweet
music
is
such
art
,
Killing
care
and
grief
of
heart
Fall
asleep
or
,
hearing
,
die
.
Enter
a
Gentleman
.
How
now
?
An
’t
please
your
Grace
,
the
two
great
cardinals
Wait
in
the
presence
.
Would
they
speak
with
me
?
ACT 3. SC. 1
They
willed
me
say
so
,
madam
.
Pray
their
Graces
To
come
near
.
Gentleman
exits
.
What
can
be
their
business
With
me
,
a
poor
weak
woman
,
fall’n
from
favor
?
I
do
not
like
their
coming
,
now
I
think
on
’t
.
They
should
be
good
men
,
their
affairs
as
righteous
.
But
all
hoods
make
not
monks
.
Enter
the
two
Cardinals
,
Wolsey
and
Campeius
.
Peace
to
your
Highness
.
Your
Graces
find
me
here
part
of
a
housewife
;
I
would
be
all
,
against
the
worst
may
happen
.
What
are
your
pleasures
with
me
,
reverend
lords
?
May
it
please
you
,
noble
madam
,
to
withdraw
Into
your
private
chamber
,
we
shall
give
you
The
full
cause
of
our
coming
.
Speak
it
here
.
There’s
nothing
I
have
done
yet
,
o’
my
conscience
,
Deserves
a
corner
.
Would
all
other
women
Could
speak
this
with
as
free
a
soul
as
I
do
.
My
lords
,
I
care
not
,
so
much
I
am
happy
Above
a
number
,
if
my
actions
Were
tried
by
ev’ry
tongue
,
ev’ry
eye
saw
’em
,
Envy
and
base
opinion
set
against
’em
,
I
know
my
life
so
even
.
If
your
business
Seek
me
out
,
and
that
way
I
am
wife
in
,
Out
with
it
boldly
.
Truth
loves
open
dealing
.
Tanta
est
erga
te
mentis
integritas
,
regina
serenissima
—
O
,
good
my
lord
,
no
Latin
!
I
am
not
such
a
truant
since
my
coming
ACT 3. SC. 1
As
not
to
know
the
language
I
have
lived
in
.
A
strange
tongue
makes
my
cause
more
strange
,
suspicious
.
Pray
speak
in
English
.
Here
are
some
will
thank
you
,
If
you
speak
truth
,
for
their
poor
mistress’
sake
.
Believe
me
,
she
has
had
much
wrong
.
Lord
Cardinal
,
The
willing’st
sin
I
ever
yet
committed
May
be
absolved
in
English
.
Noble
lady
,
I
am
sorry
my
integrity
should
breed
—
And
service
to
his
Majesty
and
you
—
So
deep
suspicion
,
where
all
faith
was
meant
.
We
come
not
by
the
way
of
accusation
,
To
taint
that
honor
every
good
tongue
blesses
,
Nor
to
betray
you
any
way
to
sorrow
—
You
have
too
much
,
good
lady
—
but
to
know
How
you
stand
minded
in
the
weighty
difference
Between
the
King
and
you
,
and
to
deliver
,
Like
free
and
honest
men
,
our
just
opinions
And
comforts
to
your
cause
.
Most
honored
madam
,
My
Lord
of
York
,
out
of
his
noble
nature
,
Zeal
,
and
obedience
he
still
bore
your
Grace
,
Forgetting
,
like
a
good
man
,
your
late
censure
Both
of
his
truth
and
him
—
which
was
too
far
—
Offers
,
as
I
do
,
in
a
sign
of
peace
,
His
service
and
his
counsel
.
,
aside
To
betray
me
.
—
My
lords
,
I
thank
you
both
for
your
good
wills
.
You
speak
like
honest
men
;
pray
God
you
prove
so
.
But
how
to
make
you
suddenly
an
answer
In
such
a
point
of
weight
,
so
near
mine
honor
—
More
near
my
life
,
I
fear
—
with
my
weak
wit
,
And
to
such
men
of
gravity
and
learning
,
In
truth
I
know
not
.
I
was
set
at
work
ACT 3. SC. 1
Among
my
maids
,
full
little
,
God
knows
,
looking
Either
for
such
men
or
such
business
.
For
her
sake
that
I
have
been
—
for
I
feel
The
last
fit
of
my
greatness
—
good
your
Graces
,
Let
me
have
time
and
counsel
for
my
cause
.
Alas
,
I
am
a
woman
friendless
,
hopeless
.
Madam
,
you
wrong
the
King’s
love
with
these
fears
;
Your
hopes
and
friends
are
infinite
.
In
England
But
little
for
my
profit
.
Can
you
think
,
lords
,
That
any
Englishman
dare
give
me
counsel
,
Or
be
a
known
friend
,
’gainst
his
Highness’
pleasure
,
Though
he
be
grown
so
desperate
to
be
honest
,
And
live
a
subject
?
Nay
,
forsooth
.
My
friends
,
They
that
must
weigh
out
my
afflictions
,
They
that
my
trust
must
grow
to
,
live
not
here
.
They
are
,
as
all
my
other
comforts
,
far
hence
In
mine
own
country
,
lords
.
I
would
your
Grace
Would
leave
your
griefs
and
take
my
counsel
.
How
,
sir
?
Put
your
main
cause
into
the
King’s
protection
.
He’s
loving
and
most
gracious
.
’Twill
be
much
Both
for
your
honor
better
and
your
cause
,
For
if
the
trial
of
the
law
o’ertake
you
,
You’ll
part
away
disgraced
.
He
tells
you
rightly
.
You
tell
me
what
you
wish
for
both
:
my
ruin
.
Is
this
your
Christian
counsel
?
Out
upon
you
!
Heaven
is
above
all
yet
;
there
sits
a
judge
That
no
king
can
corrupt
.
Your
rage
mistakes
us
.
ACT 3. SC. 1
The
more
shame
for
you
!
Holy
men
I
thought
you
,
Upon
my
soul
,
two
reverend
cardinal
virtues
;
But
cardinal
sins
and
hollow
hearts
I
fear
you
.
Mend
’em
,
for
shame
,
my
lords
.
Is
this
your
comfort
?
The
cordial
that
you
bring
a
wretched
lady
,
A
woman
lost
among
you
,
laughed
at
,
scorned
?
I
will
not
wish
you
half
my
miseries
;
I
have
more
charity
.
But
say
I
warned
you
:
Take
heed
,
for
heaven’s
sake
,
take
heed
,
lest
at
once
The
burden
of
my
sorrows
fall
upon
you
.
Madam
,
this
is
a
mere
distraction
.
You
turn
the
good
we
offer
into
envy
.
You
turn
me
into
nothing
!
Woe
upon
you
And
all
such
false
professors
.
Would
you
have
me
—
If
you
have
any
justice
,
any
pity
,
If
you
be
anything
but
churchmen’s
habits
—
Put
my
sick
cause
into
his
hands
that
hates
me
?
Alas
,
has
banished
me
his
bed
already
,
His
love
,
too
,
long
ago
.
I
am
old
,
my
lords
,
And
all
the
fellowship
I
hold
now
with
him
Is
only
my
obedience
.
What
can
happen
To
me
above
this
wretchedness
?
All
your
studies
Make
me
a
curse
like
this
.
Your
fears
are
worse
.
Have
I
lived
thus
long
—
let
me
speak
myself
,
Since
virtue
finds
no
friends
—
a
wife
,
a
true
one
—
A
woman
,
I
dare
say
without
vainglory
,
Never
yet
branded
with
suspicion
—
Have
I
with
all
my
full
affections
Still
met
the
King
,
loved
him
next
heav’n
,
obeyed
him
,
Been
,
out
of
fondness
,
superstitious
to
him
,
Almost
forgot
my
prayers
to
content
him
,
ACT 3. SC. 1
And
am
I
thus
rewarded
?
’Tis
not
well
,
lords
.
Bring
me
a
constant
woman
to
her
husband
,
One
that
ne’er
dreamed
a
joy
beyond
his
pleasure
,
And
to
that
woman
,
when
she
has
done
most
,
Yet
will
I
add
an
honor
:
a
great
patience
.
Madam
,
you
wander
from
the
good
we
aim
at
.
My
lord
,
I
dare
not
make
myself
so
guilty
To
give
up
willingly
that
noble
title
Your
master
wed
me
to
.
Nothing
but
death
Shall
e’er
divorce
my
dignities
.
Pray
hear
me
.
Would
I
had
never
trod
this
English
earth
Or
felt
the
flatteries
that
grow
upon
it
!
You
have
angels’
faces
,
but
heaven
knows
your
hearts
.
What
will
become
of
me
now
,
wretched
lady
?
I
am
the
most
unhappy
woman
living
.
To
her
Women
.
Alas
,
poor
wenches
,
where
are
now
your
fortunes
?
Shipwracked
upon
a
kingdom
where
no
pity
,
No
friends
,
no
hope
,
no
kindred
weep
for
me
,
Almost
no
grave
allowed
me
,
like
the
lily
That
once
was
mistress
of
the
field
and
flourished
,
I’ll
hang
my
head
and
perish
.
If
your
Grace
Could
but
be
brought
to
know
our
ends
are
honest
,
You’d
feel
more
comfort
.
Why
should
we
,
good
lady
,
Upon
what
cause
,
wrong
you
?
Alas
,
our
places
,
The
way
of
our
profession
,
is
against
it
.
We
are
to
cure
such
sorrows
,
not
to
sow
’em
.
For
goodness’
sake
,
consider
what
you
do
,
How
you
may
hurt
yourself
,
ay
,
utterly
Grow
from
the
King’s
acquaintance
by
this
carriage
.
ACT 3. SC. 2
The
hearts
of
princes
kiss
obedience
,
So
much
they
love
it
.
But
to
stubborn
spirits
They
swell
and
grow
as
terrible
as
storms
.
I
know
you
have
a
gentle
,
noble
temper
,
A
soul
as
even
as
a
calm
.
Pray
think
us
Those
we
profess
:
peacemakers
,
friends
,
and
servants
.
Madam
,
you’ll
find
it
so
.
You
wrong
your
virtues
With
these
weak
women’s
fears
.
A
noble
spirit
,
As
yours
was
put
into
you
,
ever
casts
Such
doubts
,
as
false
coin
,
from
it
.
The
King
loves
you
;
Beware
you
lose
it
not
.
For
us
,
if
you
please
To
trust
us
in
your
business
,
we
are
ready
To
use
our
utmost
studies
in
your
service
.
Do
what
you
will
,
my
lords
,
and
pray
forgive
me
If
I
have
used
myself
unmannerly
.
You
know
I
am
a
woman
,
lacking
wit
To
make
a
seemly
answer
to
such
persons
.
Pray
do
my
service
to
his
Majesty
.
He
has
my
heart
yet
and
shall
have
my
prayers
While
I
shall
have
my
life
.
Come
,
reverend
fathers
,
Bestow
your
counsels
on
me
.
She
now
begs
That
little
thought
,
when
she
set
footing
here
,
She
should
have
bought
her
dignities
so
dear
.
They
exit
.
Scene
2
Enter
the
Duke
of
Norfolk
,
Duke
of
Suffolk
,
Lord
Surrey
,
and
Lord
Chamberlain
.
If
you
will
now
unite
in
your
complaints
And
force
them
with
a
constancy
,
the
Cardinal
ACT 3. SC. 2
Cannot
stand
under
them
.
If
you
omit
The
offer
of
this
time
,
I
cannot
promise
But
that
you
shall
sustain
more
new
disgraces
With
these
you
bear
already
.
I
am
joyful
To
meet
the
least
occasion
that
may
give
me
Remembrance
of
my
father-in-law
the
Duke
,
To
be
revenged
on
him
.
Which
of
the
peers
Have
uncontemned
gone
by
him
,
or
at
least
Strangely
neglected
?
When
did
he
regard
The
stamp
of
nobleness
in
any
person
Out
of
himself
?
My
lords
,
you
speak
your
pleasures
;
What
he
deserves
of
you
and
me
I
know
;
What
we
can
do
to
him
—
though
now
the
time
Gives
way
to
us
—
I
much
fear
.
If
you
cannot
Bar
his
access
to
th’
King
,
never
attempt
Anything
on
him
,
for
he
hath
a
witchcraft
Over
the
King
in
’s
tongue
.
O
,
fear
him
not
.
His
spell
in
that
is
out
.
The
King
hath
found
Matter
against
him
that
forever
mars
The
honey
of
his
language
.
No
,
he’s
settled
,
Not
to
come
off
,
in
his
displeasure
.
Sir
,
I
should
be
glad
to
hear
such
news
as
this
Once
every
hour
.
Believe
it
,
this
is
true
.
In
the
divorce
his
contrary
proceedings
Are
all
unfolded
,
wherein
he
appears
As
I
would
wish
mine
enemy
.
How
came
His
practices
to
light
?
Most
strangely
.
O
,
how
,
how
?
ACT 3. SC. 2
The
Cardinal’s
letters
to
the
Pope
miscarried
And
came
to
th’
eye
o’
th’
King
,
wherein
was
read
How
that
the
Cardinal
did
entreat
his
Holiness
To
stay
the
judgment
o’
th’
divorce
;
for
if
It
did
take
place
,
I
do
,
quoth
he
,
perceive
My
king
is
tangled
in
affection
to
A
creature
of
the
Queen’s
,
Lady
Anne
Bullen
.
Has
the
King
this
?
Believe
it
.
Will
this
work
?
The
King
in
this
perceives
him
how
he
coasts
And
hedges
his
own
way
.
But
in
this
point
All
his
tricks
founder
,
and
he
brings
his
physic
After
his
patient’s
death
:
the
King
already
Hath
married
the
fair
lady
.
Would
he
had
!
May
you
be
happy
in
your
wish
,
my
lord
,
For
I
profess
you
have
it
.
Now
,
all
my
joy
Trace
the
conjunction
!
My
amen
to
’t
.
All
men’s
.
There’s
order
given
for
her
coronation
.
Marry
,
this
is
yet
but
young
and
may
be
left
To
some
ears
unrecounted
.
But
,
my
lords
,
She
is
a
gallant
creature
and
complete
In
mind
and
feature
.
I
persuade
me
,
from
her
Will
fall
some
blessing
to
this
land
which
shall
In
it
be
memorized
.
But
will
the
King
Digest
this
letter
of
the
Cardinal’s
?
The
Lord
forbid
!
ACT 3. SC. 2
Marry
,
amen
!
No
,
no
.
There
be
more
wasps
that
buzz
about
his
nose
Will
make
this
sting
the
sooner
.
Cardinal
Campeius
Is
stol’n
away
to
Rome
,
hath
ta’en
no
leave
,
Has
left
the
cause
o’
th’
King
unhandled
,
and
Is
posted
as
the
agent
of
our
cardinal
To
second
all
his
plot
.
I
do
assure
you
The
King
cried
Ha
!
at
this
.
Now
God
incense
him
,
And
let
him
cry
Ha
!
louder
.
But
,
my
lord
,
When
returns
Cranmer
?
He
is
returned
in
his
opinions
,
which
Have
satisfied
the
King
for
his
divorce
,
Together
with
all
famous
colleges
Almost
in
Christendom
.
Shortly
,
I
believe
,
His
second
marriage
shall
be
published
,
and
Her
coronation
.
Katherine
no
more
Shall
be
called
queen
,
but
princess
dowager
And
widow
to
Prince
Arthur
.
This
same
Cranmer’s
A
worthy
fellow
,
and
hath
ta’en
much
pain
In
the
King’s
business
.
He
has
,
and
we
shall
see
him
For
it
an
archbishop
.
So
I
hear
.
’Tis
so
.
Enter
Wolsey
and
Cromwell
,
meeting
.
The
Cardinal
!
Observe
,
observe
;
he’s
moody
.
They
stand
aside
.
The
packet
,
Cromwell
;
Gave
’t
you
the
King
?
ACT 3. SC. 2
To
his
own
hand
,
in
’s
bedchamber
.
Looked
he
o’
th’
inside
of
the
paper
?
Presently
He
did
unseal
them
,
and
the
first
he
viewed
,
He
did
it
with
a
serious
mind
;
a
heed
Was
in
his
countenance
.
You
he
bade
Attend
him
here
this
morning
.
Is
he
ready
To
come
abroad
?
I
think
by
this
he
is
.
Leave
me
awhile
.
Cromwell
exits
.
Aside
.
It
shall
be
to
the
Duchess
of
Alençon
,
The
French
king’s
sister
;
he
shall
marry
her
.
Anne
Bullen
?
No
,
I’ll
no
Anne
Bullens
for
him
.
There’s
more
in
’t
than
fair
visage
.
Bullen
?
No
,
we’ll
no
Bullens
.
Speedily
I
wish
To
hear
from
Rome
.
The
Marchioness
of
Pembroke
!
He’s
discontented
.
Maybe
he
hears
the
King
Does
whet
his
anger
to
him
.
Sharp
enough
,
Lord
,
for
thy
justice
!
,
aside
The
late
queen’s
gentlewoman
,
a
knight’s
daughter
,
To
be
her
mistress’
mistress
?
The
Queen’s
queen
?
This
candle
burns
not
clear
.
’Tis
I
must
snuff
it
;
Then
out
it
goes
.
What
though
I
know
her
virtuous
And
well-deserving
?
Yet
I
know
her
for
A
spleeny
Lutheran
,
and
not
wholesome
to
Our
cause
that
she
should
lie
i’
th’
bosom
of
Our
hard-ruled
king
.
Again
,
there
is
sprung
up
An
heretic
,
an
arch-one
,
Cranmer
,
one
ACT 3. SC. 2
Hath
crawled
into
the
favor
of
the
King
And
is
his
oracle
.
He
is
vexed
at
something
.
I
would
’twere
something
that
would
fret
the
string
,
The
master-cord
on
’s
heart
.
The
King
,
the
King
!
Enter
King
,
reading
of
a
schedule
,
with
Lovell
and
Attendants
.
What
piles
of
wealth
hath
he
accumulated
To
his
own
portion
!
And
what
expense
by
th’
hour
Seems
to
flow
from
him
!
How
i’
th’
name
of
thrift
Does
he
rake
this
together
?
Seeing
the
nobles
.
Now
,
my
lords
,
Saw
you
the
Cardinal
?
,
indicating
Wolsey
My
lord
,
we
have
Stood
here
observing
him
.
Some
strange
commotion
Is
in
his
brain
.
He
bites
his
lip
,
and
starts
,
Stops
on
a
sudden
,
looks
upon
the
ground
,
Then
lays
his
finger
on
his
temple
,
straight
Springs
out
into
fast
gait
,
then
stops
again
,
Strikes
his
breast
hard
,
and
anon
he
casts
His
eye
against
the
moon
.
In
most
strange
postures
We
have
seen
him
set
himself
.
It
may
well
be
There
is
a
mutiny
in
’s
mind
.
This
morning
Papers
of
state
he
sent
me
to
peruse
,
As
I
required
,
and
wot
you
what
I
found
?
There
—
on
my
conscience
,
put
unwittingly
—
Forsooth
,
an
inventory
,
thus
importing
The
several
parcels
of
his
plate
,
his
treasure
,
Rich
stuffs
and
ornaments
of
household
,
which
I
find
at
such
proud
rate
that
it
outspeaks
Possession
of
a
subject
.
ACT 3. SC. 2
It’s
heaven’s
will
!
Some
spirit
put
this
paper
in
the
packet
To
bless
your
eye
withal
.
,
studying
Wolsey
If
we
did
think
His
contemplation
were
above
the
Earth
earth
And
fixed
on
spiritual
object
,
he
should
still
Dwell
in
his
musings
,
but
I
am
afraid
His
thinkings
are
below
the
moon
,
not
worth
His
serious
considering
.
King
takes
his
seat
,
whispers
Lovell
,
who
goes
to
the
Cardinal
.
Heaven
forgive
me
!
Ever
God
bless
your
Highness
.
Good
my
lord
,
You
are
full
of
heavenly
stuff
and
bear
the
inventory
Of
your
best
graces
in
your
mind
,
the
which
You
were
now
running
o’er
.
You
have
scarce
time
To
steal
from
spiritual
leisure
a
brief
span
To
keep
your
earthly
audit
.
Sure
,
in
that
I
deem
you
an
ill
husband
,
and
am
glad
To
have
you
therein
my
companion
.
Sir
,
For
holy
offices
I
have
a
time
;
a
time
To
think
upon
the
part
of
business
which
I
bear
i’
th’
state
;
and
Nature
does
require
Her
times
of
preservation
,
which
perforce
I
,
her
frail
son
,
amongst
my
brethren
mortal
,
Must
give
my
tendance
to
.
You
have
said
well
.
And
ever
may
your
Highness
yoke
together
,
As
I
will
lend
you
cause
,
my
doing
well
With
my
well
saying
.
’Tis
well
said
again
,
And
’tis
a
kind
of
good
deed
to
say
well
.
And
yet
words
are
no
deeds
.
My
father
loved
you
;
ACT 3. SC. 2
He
said
he
did
,
and
with
his
deed
did
crown
His
word
upon
you
.
Since
I
had
my
office
I
have
kept
you
next
my
heart
,
have
not
alone
Employed
you
where
high
profits
might
come
home
,
But
pared
my
present
havings
to
bestow
My
bounties
upon
you
.
,
aside
What
should
this
mean
?
,
aside
The
Lord
increase
this
business
!
Have
I
not
made
you
The
prime
man
of
the
state
?
I
pray
you
tell
me
If
what
I
now
pronounce
you
have
found
true
;
And
,
if
you
may
confess
it
,
say
withal
If
you
are
bound
to
us
or
no
.
What
say
you
?
My
sovereign
,
I
confess
your
royal
graces
,
Showered
on
me
daily
,
have
been
more
than
could
My
studied
purposes
requite
,
which
went
Beyond
all
man’s
endeavors
.
My
endeavors
Have
ever
come
too
short
of
my
desires
,
Yet
filed
with
my
abilities
.
Mine
own
ends
Have
been
mine
so
,
that
evermore
they
pointed
To
th’
good
of
your
most
sacred
person
and
The
profit
of
the
state
.
For
your
great
graces
Heaped
upon
me
,
poor
undeserver
,
I
Can
nothing
render
but
allegiant
thanks
,
My
prayers
to
heaven
for
you
,
my
loyalty
,
Which
ever
has
and
ever
shall
be
growing
Till
death
—
that
winter
—
kill
it
.
Fairly
answered
.
A
loyal
and
obedient
subject
is
Therein
illustrated
.
The
honor
of
it
Does
pay
the
act
of
it
,
as
,
i’
th’
contrary
,
The
foulness
is
the
punishment
.
I
presume
That
,
as
my
hand
has
opened
bounty
to
you
,
My
heart
dropped
love
,
my
power
rained
honor
,
more
ACT 3. SC. 2
On
you
than
any
,
so
your
hand
and
heart
,
Your
brain
,
and
every
function
of
your
power
Should
—
notwithstanding
that
your
bond
of
duty
As
’twere
in
love’s
particular
—
be
more
To
me
,
your
friend
,
than
any
.
I
do
profess
That
for
your
Highness’
good
I
ever
labored
More
than
mine
own
,
that
am
,
have
,
and
will
be
—
Though
all
the
world
should
crack
their
duty
to
you
And
throw
it
from
their
soul
,
though
perils
did
Abound
as
thick
as
thought
could
make
’em
,
and
Appear
in
forms
more
horrid
—
yet
my
duty
,
As
doth
a
rock
against
the
chiding
flood
,
Should
the
approach
of
this
wild
river
break
,
And
stand
unshaken
yours
.
’Tis
nobly
spoken
.
—
Take
notice
,
lords
:
he
has
a
loyal
breast
,
For
you
have
seen
him
open
’t
.
He
hands
Wolsey
papers
.
Read
o’er
this
,
And
after
,
this
;
and
then
to
breakfast
with
What
appetite
you
have
.
King
exits
,
frowning
upon
the
Cardinal
;
the
nobles
throng
after
him
smiling
and
whispering
,
and
exit
.
What
should
this
mean
?
What
sudden
anger’s
this
?
How
have
I
reaped
it
?
He
parted
frowning
from
me
,
as
if
ruin
Leaped
from
his
eyes
.
So
looks
the
chafèd
lion
Upon
the
daring
huntsman
that
has
galled
him
,
Then
makes
him
nothing
.
I
must
read
this
paper
—
I
fear
,
the
story
of
his
anger
.
He
reads
one
of
the
papers
.
’Tis
so
.
This
paper
has
undone
me
.
’Tis
th’
accompt
Of
all
that
world
of
wealth
I
have
drawn
together
ACT 3. SC. 2
For
mine
own
ends
—
indeed
,
to
gain
the
popedom
And
fee
my
friends
in
Rome
.
O
negligence
,
Fit
for
a
fool
to
fall
by
!
What
cross
devil
Made
me
put
this
main
secret
in
the
packet
I
sent
the
King
?
Is
there
no
way
to
cure
this
?
No
new
device
to
beat
this
from
his
brains
?
I
know
’twill
stir
him
strongly
;
yet
I
know
A
way
,
if
it
take
right
,
in
spite
of
fortune
Will
bring
me
off
again
.
He
looks
at
another
paper
.
What’s
this
?
To
th’
Pope
?
The
letter
,
as
I
live
,
with
all
the
business
I
writ
to
’s
Holiness
.
Nay
then
,
farewell
!
I
have
touched
the
highest
point
of
all
my
greatness
,
And
from
that
full
meridian
of
my
glory
I
haste
now
to
my
setting
.
I
shall
fall
Like
a
bright
exhalation
in
the
evening
And
no
man
see
me
more
.
Enter
to
Wolsey
the
Dukes
of
Norfolk
and
Suffolk
,
the
Earl
of
Surrey
,
and
the
Lord
Chamberlain
.
Hear
the
King’s
pleasure
,
cardinal
,
who
commands
you
To
render
up
the
great
seal
presently
Into
our
hands
,
and
to
confine
yourself
To
Asher
House
,
my
Lord
of
Winchester’s
,
Till
you
hear
further
from
his
Highness
.
Stay
.
Where’s
your
commission
,
lords
?
Words
cannot
carry
Authority
so
weighty
.
Who
dare
cross
’em
,
Bearing
the
King’s
will
from
his
mouth
expressly
?
Till
I
find
more
than
will
or
words
to
do
it
—
I
mean
your
malice
—
know
,
officious
lords
,
I
dare
and
must
deny
it
.
Now
I
feel
ACT 3. SC. 2
Of
what
coarse
metal
you
are
molded
,
envy
;
How
eagerly
you
follow
my
disgraces
,
As
if
it
fed
you
,
and
how
sleek
and
wanton
You
appear
in
everything
may
bring
my
ruin
.
Follow
your
envious
courses
,
men
of
malice
;
You
have
Christian
warrant
for
’em
,
and
no
doubt
In
time
will
find
their
fit
rewards
.
That
seal
You
ask
with
such
a
violence
,
the
King
,
Mine
and
your
master
,
with
his
own
hand
gave
me
;
Bade
me
enjoy
it
,
with
the
place
and
honors
,
During
my
life
;
and
to
confirm
his
goodness
,
Tied
it
by
letters
patents
.
Now
,
who’ll
take
it
?
The
King
that
gave
it
.
It
must
be
himself
,
then
.
Thou
art
a
proud
traitor
,
priest
.
Proud
lord
,
thou
liest
.
Within
these
forty
hours
Surrey
durst
better
Have
burnt
that
tongue
than
said
so
.
Thy
ambition
,
Thou
scarlet
sin
,
robbed
this
bewailing
land
Of
noble
Buckingham
,
my
father-in-law
.
The
heads
of
all
thy
brother
cardinals
,
With
thee
and
all
thy
best
parts
bound
together
,
Weighed
not
a
hair
of
his
.
Plague
of
your
policy
!
You
sent
me
Deputy
for
Ireland
,
Far
from
his
succor
,
from
the
King
,
from
all
That
might
have
mercy
on
the
fault
thou
gav’st
him
,
Whilst
your
great
goodness
,
out
of
holy
pity
,
Absolved
him
with
an
ax
.
This
,
and
all
else
This
talking
lord
can
lay
upon
my
credit
,
I
answer
,
is
most
false
.
The
Duke
by
law
Found
his
deserts
.
How
innocent
I
was
From
any
private
malice
in
his
end
,
ACT 3. SC. 2
His
noble
jury
and
foul
cause
can
witness
.
—
If
I
loved
many
words
,
lord
,
I
should
tell
you
You
have
as
little
honesty
as
honor
,
That
in
the
way
of
loyalty
and
truth
Toward
the
King
,
my
ever
royal
master
,
Dare
mate
a
sounder
man
than
Surrey
can
be
,
And
all
that
love
his
follies
.
By
my
soul
,
Your
long
coat
,
priest
,
protects
you
;
thou
shouldst
feel
My
sword
i’
th’
life
blood
of
thee
else
.
—
My
lords
,
Can
you
endure
to
hear
this
arrogance
?
And
from
this
fellow
?
If
we
live
thus
tamely
,
To
be
thus
jaded
by
a
piece
of
scarlet
,
Farewell
,
nobility
.
Let
his
Grace
go
forward
And
dare
us
with
his
cap
,
like
larks
.
All
goodness
Is
poison
to
thy
stomach
.
Yes
,
that
goodness
Of
gleaning
all
the
land’s
wealth
into
one
,
Into
your
own
hands
,
card’nal
,
by
extortion
;
The
goodness
of
your
intercepted
packets
You
writ
to
th’
Pope
against
the
King
.
Your
goodness
,
Since
you
provoke
me
,
shall
be
most
notorious
.
—
My
Lord
of
Norfolk
,
as
you
are
truly
noble
,
As
you
respect
the
common
good
,
the
state
Of
our
despised
nobility
,
our
issues
,
Whom
,
if
he
live
,
will
scarce
be
gentlemen
,
Produce
the
grand
sum
of
his
sins
,
the
articles
Collected
from
his
life
.
—
I’ll
startle
you
Worse
than
the
sacring
bell
when
the
brown
wench
Lay
kissing
in
your
arms
,
Lord
Cardinal
.
How
much
,
methinks
,
I
could
despise
this
man
,
But
that
I
am
bound
in
charity
against
it
!
Those
articles
,
my
lord
,
are
in
the
King’s
hand
;
But
thus
much
,
they
are
foul
ones
.
ACT 3. SC. 2
So
much
fairer
And
spotless
shall
mine
innocence
arise
When
the
King
knows
my
truth
.
This
cannot
save
you
.
I
thank
my
memory
I
yet
remember
Some
of
these
articles
,
and
out
they
shall
.
Now
,
if
you
can
blush
and
cry
Guilty
,
cardinal
,
You’ll
show
a
little
honesty
.
Speak
on
,
sir
.
I
dare
your
worst
objections
.
If
I
blush
,
It
is
to
see
a
nobleman
want
manners
.
I
had
rather
want
those
than
my
head
.
Have
at
you
:
First
,
that
without
the
King’s
assent
or
knowledge
,
You
wrought
to
be
a
legate
,
by
which
power
You
maimed
the
jurisdiction
of
all
bishops
.
Then
,
that
in
all
you
writ
to
Rome
,
or
else
To
foreign
princes
,
ego
et
rex
meus
Was
still
inscribed
,
in
which
you
brought
the
King
To
be
your
servant
.
Then
,
that
without
the
knowledge
Either
of
king
or
council
,
when
you
went
Ambassador
to
the
Emperor
,
you
made
bold
To
carry
into
Flanders
the
great
seal
.
Item
,
you
sent
a
large
commission
To
Gregory
de
Cassado
,
to
conclude
,
Without
the
King’s
will
or
the
state’s
allowance
,
A
league
between
his
Highness
and
Ferrara
.
That
out
of
mere
ambition
you
have
caused
Your
holy
hat
to
be
stamped
on
the
King’s
coin
.
Then
,
that
you
have
sent
innumerable
substance
—
By
what
means
got
I
leave
to
your
own
conscience
—
ACT 3. SC. 2
To
furnish
Rome
and
to
prepare
the
ways
You
have
for
dignities
,
to
the
mere
undoing
Of
all
the
kingdom
.
Many
more
there
are
Which
,
since
they
are
of
you
,
and
odious
,
I
will
not
taint
my
mouth
with
.
O
,
my
lord
,
Press
not
a
falling
man
too
far
!
’Tis
virtue
.
His
faults
lie
open
to
the
laws
;
let
them
,
Not
you
,
correct
him
.
My
heart
weeps
to
see
him
So
little
of
his
great
self
.
I
forgive
him
.
Lord
Cardinal
,
the
King’s
further
pleasure
is
—
Because
all
those
things
you
have
done
of
late
By
your
power
legative
within
this
kingdom
Fall
into
th’
compass
of
a
praemunire
—
That
therefore
such
a
writ
be
sued
against
you
,
To
forfeit
all
your
goods
,
lands
,
tenements
,
Chattels
,
and
whatsoever
,
and
to
be
Out
of
the
King’s
protection
.
This
is
my
charge
.
And
so
we’ll
leave
you
to
your
meditations
How
to
live
better
.
For
your
stubborn
answer
About
the
giving
back
the
great
seal
to
us
,
The
King
shall
know
it
and
,
no
doubt
,
shall
thank
you
.
So
,
fare
you
well
,
my
little
good
Lord
Cardinal
.
So
,
farewell
to
the
little
good
you
bear
me
.
All
but
Wolsey
exit
.
Farewell
?
A
long
farewell
to
all
my
greatness
!
This
is
the
state
of
man
:
today
he
puts
forth
The
tender
leaves
of
hopes
;
tomorrow
blossoms
And
bears
his
blushing
honors
thick
upon
him
;
The
third
day
comes
a
frost
,
a
killing
frost
,
And
when
he
thinks
,
good
easy
man
,
full
surely
ACT 3. SC. 2
His
greatness
is
a-ripening
,
nips
his
root
,
And
then
he
falls
,
as
I
do
.
I
have
ventured
,
Like
little
wanton
boys
that
swim
on
bladders
,
This
many
summers
in
a
sea
of
glory
,
But
far
beyond
my
depth
.
My
high-blown
pride
At
length
broke
under
me
and
now
has
left
me
,
Weary
and
old
with
service
,
to
the
mercy
Of
a
rude
stream
that
must
forever
hide
me
.
Vain
pomp
and
glory
of
this
world
,
I
hate
you
.
I
feel
my
heart
new
opened
.
O
,
how
wretched
Is
that
poor
man
that
hangs
on
princes’
favors
!
There
is
betwixt
that
smile
we
would
aspire
to
,
That
sweet
aspect
of
princes
,
and
their
ruin
,
More
pangs
and
fears
than
wars
or
women
have
;
And
when
he
falls
,
he
falls
like
Lucifer
,
Never
to
hope
again
.
Enter
Cromwell
,
standing
amazed
.
Why
,
how
now
,
Cromwell
?
I
have
no
power
to
speak
,
sir
.
What
,
amazed
At
my
misfortunes
?
Can
thy
spirit
wonder
A
great
man
should
decline
?
Nay
,
an
you
weep
,
I
am
fall’n
indeed
.
How
does
your
Grace
?
Why
,
well
.
Never
so
truly
happy
,
my
good
Cromwell
.
I
know
myself
now
,
and
I
feel
within
me
A
peace
above
all
earthly
dignities
,
A
still
and
quiet
conscience
.
The
King
has
cured
me
—
I
humbly
thank
his
Grace
—
and
from
these
shoulders
,
These
ruined
pillars
,
out
of
pity
,
taken
A
load
would
sink
a
navy
:
too
much
honor
.
O
,
’tis
a
burden
,
Cromwell
,
’tis
a
burden
Too
heavy
for
a
man
that
hopes
for
heaven
.
ACT 3. SC. 2
I
am
glad
your
Grace
has
made
that
right
use
of
it
.
I
hope
I
have
.
I
am
able
now
,
methinks
,
Out
of
a
fortitude
of
soul
I
feel
,
To
endure
more
miseries
and
greater
far
Than
my
weak-hearted
enemies
dare
offer
.
What
news
abroad
?
The
heaviest
and
the
worst
Is
your
displeasure
with
the
King
.
God
bless
him
.
The
next
is
that
Sir
Thomas
More
is
chosen
Lord
Chancellor
in
your
place
.
That’s
somewhat
sudden
.
But
he’s
a
learnèd
man
.
May
he
continue
Long
in
his
Highness’
favor
and
do
justice
For
truth’s
sake
and
his
conscience
,
that
his
bones
,
When
he
has
run
his
course
and
sleeps
in
blessings
,
May
have
a
tomb
of
orphans’
tears
wept
on
him
.
What
more
?
That
Cranmer
is
returned
with
welcome
,
Installed
Lord
Archbishop
of
Canterbury
.
That’s
news
indeed
.
Last
,
that
the
Lady
Anne
,
Whom
the
King
hath
in
secrecy
long
married
,
This
day
was
viewed
in
open
as
his
queen
,
Going
to
chapel
,
and
the
voice
is
now
Only
about
her
coronation
.
There
was
the
weight
that
pulled
me
down
.
O
Cromwell
,
The
King
has
gone
beyond
me
.
All
my
glories
In
that
one
woman
I
have
lost
forever
.
ACT 3. SC. 2
No
sun
shall
ever
usher
forth
mine
honors
,
Or
gild
again
the
noble
troops
that
waited
Upon
my
smiles
.
Go
,
get
thee
from
me
,
Cromwell
.
I
am
a
poor
fall’n
man
,
unworthy
now
To
be
thy
lord
and
master
.
Seek
the
King
;
That
sun
,
I
pray
,
may
never
set
!
I
have
told
him
What
and
how
true
thou
art
.
He
will
advance
thee
;
Some
little
memory
of
me
will
stir
him
—
I
know
his
noble
nature
—
not
to
let
Thy
hopeful
service
perish
too
.
Good
Cromwell
,
Neglect
him
not
.
Make
use
now
,
and
provide
For
thine
own
future
safety
.
,
weeping
O
,
my
lord
,
Must
I
then
leave
you
?
Must
I
needs
forgo
So
good
,
so
noble
,
and
so
true
a
master
?
Bear
witness
,
all
that
have
not
hearts
of
iron
,
With
what
a
sorrow
Cromwell
leaves
his
lord
.
The
King
shall
have
my
service
,
but
my
prayers
Forever
and
forever
shall
be
yours
.
,
weeping
Cromwell
,
I
did
not
think
to
shed
a
tear
In
all
my
miseries
,
but
thou
hast
forced
me
,
Out
of
thy
honest
truth
,
to
play
the
woman
.
Let’s
dry
our
eyes
.
And
thus
far
hear
me
,
Cromwell
,
And
when
I
am
forgotten
,
as
I
shall
be
,
And
sleep
in
dull
cold
marble
,
where
no
mention
Of
me
more
must
be
heard
of
,
say
I
taught
thee
;
Say
Wolsey
,
that
once
trod
the
ways
of
glory
And
sounded
all
the
depths
and
shoals
of
honor
,
Found
thee
a
way
,
out
of
his
wrack
,
to
rise
in
,
A
sure
and
safe
one
,
though
thy
master
missed
it
.
Mark
but
my
fall
and
that
that
ruined
me
.
Cromwell
,
I
charge
thee
,
fling
away
ambition
!
By
that
sin
fell
the
angels
;
how
can
man
,
then
,
The
image
of
his
maker
,
hope
to
win
by
it
?
ACT 3. SC. 2
Love
thyself
last
;
cherish
those
hearts
that
hate
thee
.
Corruption
wins
not
more
than
honesty
.
Still
in
thy
right
hand
carry
gentle
peace
To
silence
envious
tongues
.
Be
just
,
and
fear
not
.
Let
all
the
ends
thou
aim’st
at
be
thy
country’s
,
Thy
God’s
,
and
truth’s
.
Then
if
thou
fall’st
,
O
Cromwell
,
Thou
fall’st
a
blessèd
martyr
.
Serve
the
King
.
And
,
prithee
,
lead
me
in
.
There
take
an
inventory
of
all
I
have
To
the
last
penny
;
’tis
the
King’s
.
My
robe
And
my
integrity
to
heaven
is
all
I
dare
now
call
mine
own
.
O
Cromwell
,
Cromwell
,
Had
I
but
served
my
God
with
half
the
zeal
I
served
my
king
,
He
would
not
in
mine
age
Have
left
me
naked
to
mine
enemies
.
Good
sir
,
have
patience
.
So
I
have
.
Farewell
,
The
hopes
of
court
!
My
hopes
in
heaven
do
dwell
.
They
exit
.
ACT
4
Scene
1
Enter
two
Gentlemen
,
meeting
one
another
,
the
First
Gentleman
carrying
a
paper
.
You’re
well
met
once
again
.
So
are
you
.
You
come
to
take
your
stand
here
and
behold
The
Lady
Anne
pass
from
her
coronation
?
’Tis
all
my
business
.
At
our
last
encounter
,
The
Duke
of
Buckingham
came
from
his
trial
.
’Tis
very
true
.
But
that
time
offered
sorrow
,
This
general
joy
.
’Tis
well
.
The
citizens
I
am
sure
have
shown
at
full
their
royal
minds
,
As
,
let
’em
have
their
rights
,
they
are
ever
forward
In
celebration
of
this
day
with
shows
,
Pageants
,
and
sights
of
honor
.
Never
greater
,
Nor
,
I’ll
assure
you
,
better
taken
,
sir
.
May
I
be
bold
to
ask
what
that
contains
,
That
paper
in
your
hand
?
Yes
,
’tis
the
list
ACT 4. SC. 1
Of
those
that
claim
their
offices
this
day
By
custom
of
the
coronation
.
The
Duke
of
Suffolk
is
the
first
,
and
claims
To
be
High
Steward
;
next
,
the
Duke
of
Norfolk
,
He
to
be
Earl
Marshal
.
You
may
read
the
rest
.
He
offers
him
the
paper
.
I
thank
you
,
sir
.
Had
I
not
known
those
customs
,
I
should
have
been
beholding
to
your
paper
.
But
I
beseech
you
,
what’s
become
of
Katherine
,
The
Princess
Dowager
?
How
goes
her
business
?
That
I
can
tell
you
too
.
The
Archbishop
Of
Canterbury
,
accompanied
with
other
Learnèd
and
reverend
fathers
of
his
order
,
Held
a
late
court
at
Dunstable
,
six
miles
off
From
Ampthill
,
where
the
Princess
lay
,
to
which
She
was
often
cited
by
them
,
but
appeared
not
;
And
,
to
be
short
,
for
not
appearance
and
The
King’s
late
scruple
,
by
the
main
assent
Of
all
these
learnèd
men
she
was
divorced
,
And
the
late
marriage
made
of
none
effect
;
Since
which
she
was
removed
to
Kymmalton
,
Where
she
remains
now
sick
.
Alas
,
good
lady
!
Hautboys
.
A
lively
flourish
of
trumpets
.
The
trumpets
sound
.
Stand
close
.
The
Queen
is
coming
.
Then
,
enter
two
Judges
;
Lord
Chancellor
,
with
purse
and
mace
before
him
.
Choristers
singing
.
Music
.
Enter
Mayor
of
London
,
bearing
the
mace
.
Then
Garter
,
in
his
coat
of
arms
,
and
on
his
head
he
wore
a
gilt
copper
crown
.
A
royal
train
,
believe
me
!
These
I
know
.
ACT 4. SC. 1
Enter
Marques
Dorset
,
bearing
a
scepter
of
gold
;
on
his
head
a
demi-coronal
of
gold
.
With
him
,
the
Earl
of
Surrey
,
bearing
the
rod
of
silver
with
the
dove
,
crowned
with
an
earl’s
coronet
.
Collars
of
S’s
.
Who’s
that
that
bears
the
scepter
?
Marques
Dorset
,
And
that
the
Earl
of
Surrey
with
the
rod
.
A
bold
brave
gentleman
.
Enter
Duke
of
Suffolk
,
in
his
robe
of
estate
,
his
coronet
on
his
head
,
bearing
a
long
white
wand
,
as
High
Steward
.
With
him
,
the
Duke
of
Norfolk
,
with
the
rod
of
Marshalship
,
a
coronet
on
his
head
.
Collars
of
S’s
.
That
should
be
The
Duke
of
Suffolk
.
’Tis
the
same
:
High
Steward
.
And
that
my
Lord
of
Norfolk
?
Yes
.
Enter
a
canopy
,
borne
by
four
of
the
Cinque-ports
,
under
it
the
Queen
in
her
robe
,
in
her
hair
,
richly
adorned
with
pearl
,
crowned
.
On
each
side
her
,
the
Bishops
of
London
and
Winchester
.
Heaven
bless
thee
!
Thou
hast
the
sweetest
face
I
ever
looked
on
.
—
Sir
,
as
I
have
a
soul
,
she
is
an
angel
.
Our
king
has
all
the
Indies
in
his
arms
,
And
more
,
and
richer
,
when
he
strains
that
lady
.
I
cannot
blame
his
conscience
.
They
that
bear
The
cloth
of
honor
over
her
are
four
barons
Of
the
Cinque-ports
.
Those
men
are
happy
,
and
so
are
all
are
near
her
.
ACT 4. SC. 1
Enter
the
Old
Duchess
of
Norfolk
,
in
a
coronal
of
gold
wrought
with
flowers
,
bearing
the
Queen’s
train
.
Certain
Ladies
or
Countesses
,
with
plain
circlets
of
gold
without
flowers
.
I
take
it
she
that
carries
up
the
train
Is
that
old
noble
lady
,
Duchess
of
Norfolk
.
It
is
,
and
all
the
rest
are
countesses
.
Their
coronets
say
so
.
These
are
stars
indeed
.
And
sometimes
falling
ones
.
No
more
of
that
.
The
Coronation
procession
exits
,
having
passed
over
the
stage
in
order
and
state
,
and
then
a
great
flourish
of
trumpets
.
Enter
a
third
Gentleman
.
God
save
you
,
sir
.
Where
have
you
been
broiling
?
Among
the
crowd
i’
th’
Abbey
,
where
a
finger
Could
not
be
wedged
in
more
.
I
am
stifled
With
the
mere
rankness
of
their
joy
.
You
saw
The
ceremony
?
That
I
did
.
How
was
it
?
Well
worth
the
seeing
.
Good
sir
,
speak
it
to
us
!
As
well
as
I
am
able
.
The
rich
stream
Of
lords
and
ladies
,
having
brought
the
Queen
ACT 4. SC. 1
To
a
prepared
place
in
the
choir
,
fell
off
A
distance
from
her
,
while
her
Grace
sat
down
To
rest
awhile
,
some
half
an
hour
or
so
,
In
a
rich
chair
of
state
,
opposing
freely
The
beauty
of
her
person
to
the
people
.
Believe
me
,
sir
,
she
is
the
goodliest
woman
That
ever
lay
by
man
,
which
when
the
people
Had
the
full
view
of
,
such
a
noise
arose
As
the
shrouds
make
at
sea
in
a
stiff
tempest
—
As
loud
and
to
as
many
tunes
.
Hats
,
cloaks
,
Doublets
,
I
think
,
flew
up
,
and
had
their
faces
Been
loose
,
this
day
they
had
been
lost
.
Such
joy
I
never
saw
before
.
Great-bellied
women
That
had
not
half
a
week
to
go
,
like
rams
In
the
old
time
of
war
,
would
shake
the
press
And
make
’em
reel
before
’em
.
No
man
living
Could
say
This
is
my
wife
there
,
all
were
woven
So
strangely
in
one
piece
.
But
what
followed
?
At
length
her
Grace
rose
,
and
with
modest
paces
Came
to
the
altar
,
where
she
kneeled
and
saintlike
Cast
her
fair
eyes
to
heaven
and
prayed
devoutly
,
Then
rose
again
and
bowed
her
to
the
people
.
When
by
the
Archbishop
of
Canterbury
She
had
all
the
royal
makings
of
a
queen
—
As
,
holy
oil
,
Edward
Confessor’s
crown
,
The
rod
,
and
bird
of
peace
,
and
all
such
emblems
—
Laid
nobly
on
her
;
which
performed
,
the
choir
,
With
all
the
choicest
music
of
the
kingdom
,
Together
sung
Te
Deum
.
So
she
parted
,
And
with
the
same
full
state
paced
back
again
To
York
Place
,
where
the
feast
is
held
.
Sir
,
You
must
no
more
call
it
York
Place
;
that’s
past
,
ACT 4. SC. 1
For
since
the
Cardinal
fell
,
that
title’s
lost
.
’Tis
now
the
King’s
and
called
Whitehall
.
I
know
it
,
But
’tis
so
lately
altered
that
the
old
name
Is
fresh
about
me
.
What
two
reverend
bishops
Were
those
that
went
on
each
side
of
the
Queen
?
Stokeley
and
Gardiner
,
the
one
of
Winchester
,
Newly
preferred
from
the
King’s
secretary
,
The
other
London
.
He
of
Winchester
Is
held
no
great
good
lover
of
the
Archbishop’s
,
The
virtuous
Cranmer
.
All
the
land
knows
that
.
However
,
yet
there
is
no
great
breach
.
When
it
comes
,
Cranmer
will
find
a
friend
will
not
shrink
from
him
.
Who
may
that
be
,
I
pray
you
?
Thomas
Cromwell
,
A
man
in
much
esteem
with
th’
King
,
and
truly
A
worthy
friend
.
The
King
has
made
him
Master
o’
th’
Jewel
House
,
And
one
already
of
the
Privy
Council
.
He
will
deserve
more
.
Yes
,
without
all
doubt
.
Come
,
gentlemen
,
you
shall
go
my
way
,
Which
is
to
th’
court
,
and
there
you
shall
be
my
guests
,
Something
I
can
command
.
As
I
walk
thither
,
I’ll
tell
you
more
.
You
may
command
us
,
sir
.
They
exit
.
ACT 4. SC. 2
Scene
2
Enter
Katherine
Dowager
,
sick
,
led
between
Griffith
,
her
gentleman
usher
,
and
Patience
,
her
woman
.
How
does
your
Grace
?
O
Griffith
,
sick
to
death
.
My
legs
like
loaden
branches
bow
to
th’
earth
,
Willing
to
leave
their
burden
.
Reach
a
chair
.
She
sits
.
So
.
Now
,
methinks
,
I
feel
a
little
ease
.
Didst
thou
not
tell
me
,
Griffith
,
as
thou
ledst
me
,
That
the
great
child
of
honor
,
Cardinal
Wolsey
,
Was
dead
?
Yes
,
madam
,
but
I
think
your
Grace
,
Out
of
the
pain
you
suffered
,
gave
no
ear
to
’t
.
Prithee
,
good
Griffith
,
tell
me
how
he
died
.
If
well
,
he
stepped
before
me
happily
For
my
example
.
Well
,
the
voice
goes
,
madam
;
For
after
the
stout
Earl
Northumberland
Arrested
him
at
York
and
brought
him
forward
,
As
a
man
sorely
tainted
,
to
his
answer
,
He
fell
sick
suddenly
and
grew
so
ill
He
could
not
sit
his
mule
.
Alas
,
poor
man
!
At
last
,
with
easy
roads
,
he
came
to
Leicester
,
Lodged
in
the
abbey
,
where
the
reverend
abbot
With
all
his
convent
honorably
received
him
;
To
whom
he
gave
these
words
:
O
Father
Abbot
,
An
old
man
,
broken
with
the
storms
of
state
,
Is
come
to
lay
his
weary
bones
among
you
.
Give
him
a
little
earth
,
for
charity
.
So
went
to
bed
,
where
eagerly
his
sickness
ACT 4. SC. 2
Pursued
him
still
;
and
three
nights
after
this
,
About
the
hour
of
eight
,
which
he
himself
Foretold
should
be
his
last
,
full
of
repentance
,
Continual
meditations
,
tears
,
and
sorrows
,
He
gave
his
honors
to
the
world
again
,
His
blessèd
part
to
heaven
,
and
slept
in
peace
.
So
may
he
rest
.
His
faults
lie
gently
on
him
!
Yet
thus
far
,
Griffith
,
give
me
leave
to
speak
him
,
And
yet
with
charity
.
He
was
a
man
Of
an
unbounded
stomach
,
ever
ranking
Himself
with
princes
;
one
that
by
suggestion
Tied
all
the
kingdom
.
Simony
was
fair
play
.
His
own
opinion
was
his
law
.
I’
th’
presence
He
would
say
untruths
,
and
be
ever
double
Both
in
his
words
and
meaning
.
He
was
never
,
But
where
he
meant
to
ruin
,
pitiful
.
His
promises
were
,
as
he
then
was
,
mighty
,
But
his
performance
,
as
he
is
now
,
nothing
.
Of
his
own
body
he
was
ill
,
and
gave
The
clergy
ill
example
.
Noble
madam
,
Men’s
evil
manners
live
in
brass
;
their
virtues
We
write
in
water
.
May
it
please
your
Highness
To
hear
me
speak
his
good
now
?
Yes
,
good
Griffith
;
I
were
malicious
else
.
This
cardinal
,
Though
from
an
humble
stock
,
undoubtedly
Was
fashioned
to
much
honor
.
From
his
cradle
He
was
a
scholar
,
and
a
ripe
and
good
one
:
Exceeding
wise
,
fair-spoken
,
and
persuading
;
Lofty
and
sour
to
them
that
loved
him
not
,
But
,
to
those
men
that
sought
him
,
sweet
as
summer
.
And
though
he
were
unsatisfied
in
getting
,
Which
was
a
sin
,
yet
in
bestowing
,
madam
,
ACT 4. SC. 2
He
was
most
princely
.
Ever
witness
for
him
Those
twins
of
learning
that
he
raised
in
you
,
Ipswich
and
Oxford
,
one
of
which
fell
with
him
,
Unwilling
to
outlive
the
good
that
did
it
;
The
other
,
though
unfinished
,
yet
so
famous
,
So
excellent
in
art
,
and
still
so
rising
,
That
Christendom
shall
ever
speak
his
virtue
.
His
overthrow
heaped
happiness
upon
him
,
For
then
,
and
not
till
then
,
he
felt
himself
,
And
found
the
blessedness
of
being
little
.
And
,
to
add
greater
honors
to
his
age
Than
man
could
give
him
,
he
died
fearing
God
.
After
my
death
I
wish
no
other
herald
,
No
other
speaker
of
my
living
actions
,
To
keep
mine
honor
from
corruption
But
such
an
honest
chronicler
as
Griffith
.
Whom
I
most
hated
living
,
thou
hast
made
me
,
With
thy
religious
truth
and
modesty
,
Now
in
his
ashes
honor
.
Peace
be
with
him
!
—
Patience
,
be
near
me
still
,
and
set
me
lower
.
I
have
not
long
to
trouble
thee
.
—
Good
Griffith
,
Cause
the
musicians
play
me
that
sad
note
I
named
my
knell
,
whilst
I
sit
meditating
On
that
celestial
harmony
I
go
to
.
Sad
and
solemn
music
.
She
is
asleep
.
Good
wench
,
let’s
sit
down
quiet
,
For
fear
we
wake
her
.
Softly
,
gentle
Patience
.
They
sit
.
The
Vision
.
Enter
,
solemnly
tripping
one
after
another
,
six
Personages
clad
in
white
robes
,
wearing
on
their
heads
garlands
of
bays
,
and
golden
vizards
on
their
faces
,
branches
of
bays
or
palm
in
their
hands
.
They
ACT 4. SC. 2
first
congee
unto
her
,
then
dance
;
and
,
at
certain
changes
,
the
first
two
hold
a
spare
garland
over
her
head
,
at
which
the
other
four
make
reverent
curtsies
.
Then
the
two
that
held
the
garland
deliver
the
same
to
the
other
next
two
,
who
observe
the
same
order
in
their
changes
and
holding
the
garland
over
her
head
;
which
done
,
they
deliver
the
same
garland
to
the
last
two
,
who
likewise
observe
the
same
order
.
At
which
,
as
it
were
by
inspiration
,
she
makes
in
her
sleep
signs
of
rejoicing
and
holdeth
up
her
hands
to
heaven
;
and
so
,
in
their
dancing
,
vanish
,
carrying
the
garland
with
them
.
The
music
continues
.
,
waking
Spirits
of
peace
,
where
are
you
?
Are
you
all
gone
,
And
leave
me
here
in
wretchedness
behind
you
?
Madam
,
we
are
here
.
It
is
not
you
I
call
for
.
Saw
you
none
enter
since
I
slept
?
None
,
madam
.
No
?
Saw
you
not
,
even
now
,
a
blessed
troop
Invite
me
to
a
banquet
,
whose
bright
faces
Cast
thousand
beams
upon
me
,
like
the
sun
?
They
promised
me
eternal
happiness
And
brought
me
garlands
,
Griffith
,
which
I
feel
I
am
not
worthy
yet
to
wear
.
I
shall
,
assuredly
.
I
am
most
joyful
,
madam
,
such
good
dreams
Possess
your
fancy
.
Bid
the
music
leave
.
They
are
harsh
and
heavy
to
me
.
Music
ceases
.
,
aside
to
Griffith
Do
you
note
How
much
her
Grace
is
altered
on
the
sudden
?
ACT 4. SC. 2
How
long
her
face
is
drawn
?
How
pale
she
looks
,
And
of
an
earthy
cold
?
Mark
her
eyes
.
,
aside
to
Patience
She
is
going
,
wench
.
Pray
,
pray
.
Heaven
comfort
her
!
Enter
a
Messenger
.
,
to
Katherine
An
’t
like
your
Grace
—
You
are
a
saucy
fellow
.
Deserve
we
no
more
reverence
?
,
to
Messenger
You
are
to
blame
,
Knowing
she
will
not
lose
her
wonted
greatness
,
To
use
so
rude
behavior
.
Go
to
.
Kneel
.
,
kneeling
I
humbly
do
entreat
your
Highness’
pardon
.
My
haste
made
me
unmannerly
.
There
is
staying
A
gentleman
sent
from
the
King
to
see
you
.
Admit
him
entrance
,
Griffith
.
Messenger
rises
.
But
this
fellow
Let
me
ne’er
see
again
.
Messenger
exits
.
Enter
Lord
Capuchius
.
If
my
sight
fail
not
,
You
should
be
Lord
Ambassador
from
the
Emperor
,
My
royal
nephew
,
and
your
name
Capuchius
.
Madam
,
the
same
.
Your
servant
.
O
my
lord
,
The
times
and
titles
now
are
altered
strangely
With
me
since
first
you
knew
me
.
But
I
pray
you
,
What
is
your
pleasure
with
me
?
Noble
lady
,
First
,
mine
own
service
to
your
Grace
;
the
next
,
The
King’s
request
that
I
would
visit
you
,
ACT 4. SC. 2
Who
grieves
much
for
your
weakness
,
and
by
me
Sends
you
his
princely
commendations
,
And
heartily
entreats
you
take
good
comfort
.
O
,
my
good
lord
,
that
comfort
comes
too
late
;
’Tis
like
a
pardon
after
execution
.
That
gentle
physic
given
in
time
had
cured
me
.
But
now
I
am
past
all
comforts
here
but
prayers
.
How
does
his
Highness
?
Madam
,
in
good
health
.
So
may
he
ever
do
,
and
ever
flourish
,
When
I
shall
dwell
with
worms
,
and
my
poor
name
Banished
the
kingdom
.
—
Patience
,
is
that
letter
I
caused
you
write
yet
sent
away
?
No
,
madam
.
She
presents
a
paper
to
Katherine
,
who
gives
it
to
Capuchius
.
Sir
,
I
most
humbly
pray
you
to
deliver
This
to
my
lord
the
King
—
Most
willing
,
madam
.
In
which
I
have
commended
to
his
goodness
The
model
of
our
chaste
loves
,
his
young
daughter
—
The
dews
of
heaven
fall
thick
in
blessings
on
her
!
—
Beseeching
him
to
give
her
virtuous
breeding
—
She
is
young
and
of
a
noble
,
modest
nature
;
I
hope
she
will
deserve
well
—
and
a
little
To
love
her
for
her
mother’s
sake
that
loved
him
,
Heaven
knows
how
dearly
.
My
next
poor
petition
Is
that
his
noble
Grace
would
have
some
pity
Upon
my
wretched
women
,
that
so
long
Have
followed
both
my
fortunes
faithfully
,
Of
which
there
is
not
one
,
I
dare
avow
—
And
now
I
should
not
lie
—
but
will
deserve
,
ACT 4. SC. 2
For
virtue
and
true
beauty
of
the
soul
,
For
honesty
and
decent
carriage
,
A
right
good
husband
.
Let
him
be
a
noble
;
And
sure
those
men
are
happy
that
shall
have
’em
.
The
last
is
for
my
men
—
they
are
the
poorest
,
But
poverty
could
never
draw
’em
from
me
—
That
they
may
have
their
wages
duly
paid
’em
,
And
something
over
to
remember
me
by
.
If
heaven
had
pleased
to
have
given
me
longer
life
And
able
means
,
we
had
not
parted
thus
.
These
are
the
whole
contents
.
And
,
good
my
lord
,
By
that
you
love
the
dearest
in
this
world
,
As
you
wish
Christian
peace
to
souls
departed
,
Stand
these
poor
people’s
friend
,
and
urge
the
King
To
do
me
this
last
right
.
By
heaven
,
I
will
,
Or
let
me
lose
the
fashion
of
a
man
!
I
thank
you
,
honest
lord
.
Remember
me
In
all
humility
unto
his
Highness
.
Say
his
long
trouble
now
is
passing
Out
of
this
world
.
Tell
him
in
death
I
blessed
him
,
For
so
I
will
.
Mine
eyes
grow
dim
.
Farewell
,
My
lord
.
—
Griffith
,
farewell
.
—
Nay
,
Patience
,
You
must
not
leave
me
yet
.
I
must
to
bed
;
Call
in
more
women
.
When
I
am
dead
,
good
wench
,
Let
me
be
used
with
honor
.
Strew
me
over
With
maiden
flowers
,
that
all
the
world
may
know
I
was
a
chaste
wife
to
my
grave
.
Embalm
me
,
Then
lay
me
forth
.
Although
unqueened
,
yet
like
A
queen
and
daughter
to
a
king
inter
me
.
I
can
no
more
.
They
exit
,
leading
Katherine
.
ACT
5
Scene
1
Enter
Gardiner
,
Bishop
of
Winchester
,
a
Page
with
a
torch
before
him
,
met
by
Sir
Thomas
Lovell
.
It’s
one
o’clock
,
boy
,
is
’t
not
?
It
hath
struck
.
These
should
be
hours
for
necessities
,
Not
for
delights
;
times
to
repair
our
nature
With
comforting
repose
,
and
not
for
us
To
waste
these
times
.
—
Good
hour
of
night
,
Sir
Thomas
.
Whither
so
late
?
Came
you
from
the
King
,
my
lord
?
I
did
,
Sir
Thomas
,
and
left
him
at
primero
With
the
Duke
of
Suffolk
.
I
must
to
him
too
,
Before
he
go
to
bed
.
I’ll
take
my
leave
.
Not
yet
,
Sir
Thomas
Lovell
.
What’s
the
matter
?
It
seems
you
are
in
haste
.
An
if
there
be
No
great
offense
belongs
to
’t
,
give
your
friend
Some
touch
of
your
late
business
.
Affairs
that
walk
,
As
they
say
spirits
do
,
at
midnight
have
In
them
a
wilder
nature
than
the
business
That
seeks
dispatch
by
day
.
ACT 5. SC. 1
My
lord
,
I
love
you
,
And
durst
commend
a
secret
to
your
ear
Much
weightier
than
this
work
.
The
Queen’s
in
labor
—
They
say
in
great
extremity
—
and
feared
She’ll
with
the
labor
end
.
The
fruit
she
goes
with
I
pray
for
heartily
,
that
it
may
find
Good
time
and
live
;
but
for
the
stock
,
Sir
Thomas
,
I
wish
it
grubbed
up
now
.
Methinks
I
could
Cry
the
amen
,
and
yet
my
conscience
says
She’s
a
good
creature
and
,
sweet
lady
,
does
Deserve
our
better
wishes
.
But
,
sir
,
sir
,
Hear
me
,
Sir
Thomas
.
You’re
a
gentleman
Of
mine
own
way
.
I
know
you
wise
,
religious
;
And
let
me
tell
you
,
it
will
ne’er
be
well
,
’Twill
not
,
Sir
Thomas
Lovell
,
take
’t
of
me
,
Till
Cranmer
,
Cromwell
—
her
two
hands
—
and
she
Sleep
in
their
graves
.
Now
,
sir
,
you
speak
of
two
The
most
remarked
i’
th’
kingdom
.
As
for
Cromwell
,
Besides
that
of
the
Jewel
House
,
is
made
Master
O’
th’
Rolls
and
the
King’s
secretary
;
further
,
sir
,
Stands
in
the
gap
and
trade
of
more
preferments
,
With
which
the
time
will
load
him
.
Th’
Archbishop
Is
the
King’s
hand
and
tongue
,
and
who
dare
speak
One
syllable
against
him
?
Yes
,
yes
,
Sir
Thomas
,
There
are
that
dare
,
and
I
myself
have
ventured
To
speak
my
mind
of
him
.
And
indeed
this
day
,
Sir
—
I
may
tell
it
you
,
I
think
—
I
have
Incensed
the
lords
o’
th’
Council
that
he
is
—
For
so
I
know
he
is
,
they
know
he
is
—
ACT 5. SC. 1
A
most
arch
heretic
,
a
pestilence
That
does
infect
the
land
;
with
which
they
,
moved
,
Have
broken
with
the
King
,
who
hath
so
far
Given
ear
to
our
complaint
,
of
his
great
grace
And
princely
care
foreseeing
those
fell
mischiefs
Our
reasons
laid
before
him
,
hath
commanded
Tomorrow
morning
to
the
Council
board
He
be
convented
.
He’s
a
rank
weed
,
Sir
Thomas
,
And
we
must
root
him
out
.
From
your
affairs
I
hinder
you
too
long
.
Goodnight
,
Sir
Thomas
.
Many
good
nights
,
my
lord
.
I
rest
your
servant
.
Gardiner
and
Page
exit
.
Enter
King
and
Suffolk
.
Charles
,
I
will
play
no
more
tonight
.
My
mind’s
not
on
’t
;
you
are
too
hard
for
me
.
Sir
,
I
did
never
win
of
you
before
.
But
little
,
Charles
,
Nor
shall
not
when
my
fancy’s
on
my
play
.
—
Now
,
Lovell
,
from
the
Queen
what
is
the
news
?
I
could
not
personally
deliver
to
her
What
you
commanded
me
,
but
by
her
woman
I
sent
your
message
,
who
returned
her
thanks
In
the
great’st
humbleness
,
and
desired
your
Highness
Most
heartily
to
pray
for
her
.
What
sayst
thou
,
ha
?
To
pray
for
her
?
What
,
is
she
crying
out
?
So
said
her
woman
,
and
that
her
suff’rance
made
Almost
each
pang
a
death
.
Alas
,
good
lady
!
God
safely
quit
her
of
her
burden
,
and
ACT 5. SC. 1
With
gentle
travail
,
to
the
gladding
of
Your
Highness
with
an
heir
!
’Tis
midnight
,
Charles
.
Prithee
,
to
bed
,
and
in
thy
prayers
remember
Th’
estate
of
my
poor
queen
.
Leave
me
alone
,
For
I
must
think
of
that
which
company
Would
not
be
friendly
to
.
I
wish
your
Highness
A
quiet
night
,
and
my
good
mistress
will
Remember
in
my
prayers
.
Charles
,
good
night
.
Suffolk
exits
.
Enter
Sir
Anthony
Denny
.
Well
,
sir
,
what
follows
?
Sir
,
I
have
brought
my
lord
the
Archbishop
,
As
you
commanded
me
.
Ha
!
Canterbury
?
Ay
,
my
good
lord
.
’Tis
true
.
Where
is
he
,
Denny
?
He
attends
your
Highness’
pleasure
.
Bring
him
to
us
.
Denny
exits
.
,
aside
This
is
about
that
which
the
Bishop
spake
.
I
am
happily
come
hither
.
Enter
Cranmer
and
Denny
.
Avoid
the
gallery
.
Lovell
seems
to
stay
.
Ha
!
I
have
said
.
Be
gone
!
What
!
Lovell
and
Denny
exit
.
ACT 5. SC. 1
,
aside
I
am
fearful
.
Wherefore
frowns
he
thus
?
’Tis
his
aspect
of
terror
.
All’s
not
well
.
How
now
,
my
lord
?
You
do
desire
to
know
Wherefore
I
sent
for
you
.
,
kneeling
It
is
my
duty
T’
attend
your
Highness’
pleasure
.
Pray
you
arise
,
My
good
and
gracious
Lord
of
Canterbury
.
Come
,
you
and
I
must
walk
a
turn
together
.
I
have
news
to
tell
you
.
Come
,
come
,
give
me
your
hand
.
Cranmer
rises
.
Ah
,
my
good
lord
,
I
grieve
at
what
I
speak
,
And
am
right
sorry
to
repeat
what
follows
.
I
have
,
and
most
unwillingly
,
of
late
Heard
many
grievous
—
I
do
say
,
my
lord
,
Grievous
—
complaints
of
you
,
which
,
being
considered
,
Have
moved
us
and
our
Council
that
you
shall
This
morning
come
before
us
,
where
I
know
You
cannot
with
such
freedom
purge
yourself
But
that
,
till
further
trial
in
those
charges
Which
will
require
your
answer
,
you
must
take
Your
patience
to
you
and
be
well
contented
To
make
your
house
our
Tower
.
You
a
brother
of
us
,
It
fits
we
thus
proceed
,
or
else
no
witness
Would
come
against
you
.
,
kneeling
I
humbly
thank
your
Highness
,
And
am
right
glad
to
catch
this
good
occasion
Most
throughly
to
be
winnowed
,
where
my
chaff
And
corn
shall
fly
asunder
.
For
I
know
There’s
none
stands
under
more
calumnious
tongues
Than
I
myself
,
poor
man
.
Stand
up
,
good
Canterbury
!
Thy
truth
and
thy
integrity
is
rooted
ACT 5. SC. 1
In
us
,
thy
friend
.
Give
me
thy
hand
.
Stand
up
.
Cranmer
rises
.
Prithee
,
let’s
walk
.
Now
by
my
halidom
,
What
manner
of
man
are
you
?
My
lord
,
I
looked
You
would
have
given
me
your
petition
that
I
should
have
ta’en
some
pains
to
bring
together
Yourself
and
your
accusers
and
to
have
heard
you
Without
endurance
further
.
Most
dread
liege
,
The
good
I
stand
on
is
my
truth
and
honesty
.
If
they
shall
fail
,
I
with
mine
enemies
Will
triumph
o’er
my
person
,
which
I
weigh
not
,
Being
of
those
virtues
vacant
.
I
fear
nothing
What
can
be
said
against
me
.
Know
you
not
How
your
state
stands
i’
th’
world
,
with
the
whole
world
?
Your
enemies
are
many
and
not
small
;
their
practices
Must
bear
the
same
proportion
,
and
not
ever
The
justice
and
the
truth
o’
th’
question
carries
The
due
o’
th’
verdict
with
it
.
At
what
ease
Might
corrupt
minds
procure
knaves
as
corrupt
To
swear
against
you
?
Such
things
have
been
done
.
You
are
potently
opposed
,
and
with
a
malice
Of
as
great
size
.
Ween
you
of
better
luck
,
I
mean
in
perjured
witness
,
than
your
master
,
Whose
minister
you
are
,
whiles
here
he
lived
Upon
this
naughty
earth
?
Go
to
,
go
to
.
You
take
a
precipice
for
no
leap
of
danger
And
woo
your
own
destruction
.
God
and
your
Majesty
Protect
mine
innocence
,
or
I
fall
into
The
trap
is
laid
for
me
.
Be
of
good
cheer
.
They
shall
no
more
prevail
than
we
give
way
to
.
ACT 5. SC. 1
Keep
comfort
to
you
,
and
this
morning
see
You
do
appear
before
them
.
If
they
shall
chance
,
In
charging
you
with
matters
,
to
commit
you
,
The
best
persuasions
to
the
contrary
Fail
not
to
use
,
and
with
what
vehemency
Th’
occasion
shall
instruct
you
.
If
entreaties
Will
render
you
no
remedy
,
this
ring
Deliver
them
,
and
your
appeal
to
us
There
make
before
them
.
He
gives
Cranmer
a
ring
.
Aside
.
Look
,
the
good
man
weeps
!
He’s
honest
,
on
mine
honor
!
God’s
blest
mother
,
I
swear
he
is
truehearted
,
and
a
soul
None
better
in
my
kingdom
.
—
Get
you
gone
,
And
do
as
I
have
bid
you
.
Cranmer
exits
.
He
has
strangled
His
language
in
his
tears
.
(
within
)
Come
back
!
What
mean
you
?
Enter
Old
Lady
,
followed
by
Lovell
.
I’ll
not
come
back
!
The
tidings
that
I
bring
Will
make
my
boldness
manners
.
—
Now
,
good
angels
Fly
o’er
thy
royal
head
and
shade
thy
person
Under
their
blessèd
wings
!
Now
by
thy
looks
I
guess
thy
message
.
Is
the
Queen
delivered
?
Say
Ay
,
and
of
a
boy
.
Ay
,
ay
,
my
liege
,
And
of
a
lovely
boy
.
The
God
of
heaven
Both
now
and
ever
bless
her
!
’Tis
a
girl
Promises
boys
hereafter
.
Sir
,
your
queen
Desires
your
visitation
,
and
to
be
Acquainted
with
this
stranger
.
’Tis
as
like
you
As
cherry
is
to
cherry
.
ACT 5. SC. 2
Lovell
.
Sir
.
Give
her
an
hundred
marks
.
I’ll
to
the
Queen
.
King
exits
.
An
hundred
marks
?
By
this
light
,
I’ll
ha’
more
.
An
ordinary
groom
is
for
such
payment
.
I
will
have
more
or
scold
it
out
of
him
.
Said
I
for
this
the
girl
was
like
to
him
?
I’ll
have
more
or
else
unsay
’t
.
And
now
,
While
’tis
hot
,
I’ll
put
it
to
the
issue
.
Old
Lady
exits
,
with
Lovell
.
Scene
2
Enter
Cranmer
,
Archbishop
of
Canterbury
.
(
Pages
,
Footboys
,
Grooms
,
and
other
servants
attend
at
the
Council
door
.
)
I
hope
I
am
not
too
late
,
and
yet
the
gentleman
That
was
sent
to
me
from
the
Council
prayed
me
To
make
great
haste
.
He
tries
the
door
.
All
fast
?
What
means
this
?
Ho
!
Who
waits
there
?
Enter
Keeper
.
Sure
you
know
me
!
Yes
,
my
lord
,
But
yet
I
cannot
help
you
.
Why
?
Your
Grace
must
wait
till
you
be
called
for
.
So
.
ACT 5. SC. 2
Enter
Doctor
Butts
.
,
aside
This
is
a
piece
of
malice
.
I
am
glad
I
came
this
way
so
happily
.
The
King
Shall
understand
it
presently
.
Butts
exits
.
,
aside
’Tis
Butts
,
The
King’s
physician
.
As
he
passed
along
How
earnestly
he
cast
his
eyes
upon
me
!
Pray
heaven
he
sound
not
my
disgrace
.
For
certain
This
is
of
purpose
laid
by
some
that
hate
me
—
God
turn
their
hearts
!
I
never
sought
their
malice
—
To
quench
mine
honor
.
They
would
shame
to
make
me
Wait
else
at
door
,
a
fellow
councillor
,
’Mong
boys
,
grooms
,
and
lackeys
.
But
their
pleasures
Must
be
fulfilled
,
and
I
attend
with
patience
.
Enter
the
King
and
Butts
at
a
window
above
.
I’ll
show
your
Grace
the
strangest
sight
.
What’s
that
,
Butts
?
I
think
your
Highness
saw
this
many
a
day
.
Body
o’
me
,
where
is
it
?
There
,
my
lord
:
The
high
promotion
of
his
Grace
of
Canterbury
,
Who
holds
his
state
at
door
,
’mongst
pursuivants
,
Pages
,
and
footboys
.
Ha
!
’Tis
he
indeed
.
Is
this
the
honor
they
do
one
another
?
’Tis
well
there’s
one
above
’em
yet
.
I
had
thought
They
had
parted
so
much
honesty
among
’em
—
At
least
good
manners
—
as
not
thus
to
suffer
ACT 5. SC. 2
A
man
of
his
place
,
and
so
near
our
favor
,
To
dance
attendance
on
their
Lordships’
pleasures
,
And
at
the
door
,
too
,
like
a
post
with
packets
.
By
holy
Mary
,
Butts
,
there’s
knavery
!
Let
’em
alone
,
and
draw
the
curtain
close
.
We
shall
hear
more
anon
.
They
draw
the
curtain
.
A
council
table
brought
in
with
chairs
and
stools
and
placed
under
the
state
.
Enter
Lord
Chancellor
,
places
himself
at
the
upper
end
of
the
table
on
the
left
hand
,
a
seat
being
left
void
above
him
,
as
for
Canterbury’s
seat
.
Duke
of
Suffolk
,
Duke
of
Norfolk
,
Surrey
,
Lord
Chamberlain
,
Gardiner
seat
themselves
in
order
on
each
side
,
Cromwell
at
lower
end
as
secretary
.
Speak
to
the
business
,
Master
Secretary
.
Why
are
we
met
in
council
?
Please
your
honors
,
The
chief
cause
concerns
his
Grace
of
Canterbury
.
Has
he
had
knowledge
of
it
?
Yes
.
,
to
Keeper
Who
waits
there
?
Without
,
my
noble
lords
?
Yes
.
My
lord
Archbishop
,
And
has
done
half
an
hour
,
to
know
your
pleasures
.
Let
him
come
in
.
,
at
door
Your
Grace
may
enter
now
.
Cranmer
approaches
the
council
table
.
My
good
lord
Archbishop
,
I’m
very
sorry
To
sit
here
at
this
present
and
behold
That
chair
stand
empty
.
But
we
all
are
men
,
ACT 5. SC. 2
In
our
own
natures
frail
,
and
capable
Of
our
flesh
—
few
are
angels
—
out
of
which
frailty
And
want
of
wisdom
you
,
that
best
should
teach
us
,
Have
misdemeaned
yourself
,
and
not
a
little
,
Toward
the
King
first
,
then
his
laws
,
in
filling
The
whole
realm
,
by
your
teaching
and
your
chaplains’
—
For
so
we
are
informed
—
with
new
opinions
,
Divers
and
dangerous
,
which
are
heresies
And
,
not
reformed
,
may
prove
pernicious
.
Which
reformation
must
be
sudden
too
,
My
noble
lords
;
for
those
that
tame
wild
horses
Pace
’em
not
in
their
hands
to
make
’em
gentle
,
But
stop
their
mouths
with
stubborn
bits
,
and
spur
’em
Till
they
obey
the
manage
.
If
we
suffer
,
Out
of
our
easiness
and
childish
pity
To
one
man’s
honor
,
this
contagious
sickness
,
Farewell
,
all
physic
.
And
what
follows
then
?
Commotions
,
uproars
,
with
a
general
taint
Of
the
whole
state
,
as
of
late
days
our
neighbors
,
The
upper
Germany
,
can
dearly
witness
,
Yet
freshly
pitied
in
our
memories
.
My
good
lords
,
hitherto
,
in
all
the
progress
Both
of
my
life
and
office
,
I
have
labored
,
And
with
no
little
study
,
that
my
teaching
And
the
strong
course
of
my
authority
Might
go
one
way
and
safely
;
and
the
end
Was
ever
to
do
well
.
Nor
is
there
living
—
I
speak
it
with
a
single
heart
,
my
lords
—
A
man
that
more
detests
,
more
stirs
against
,
Both
in
his
private
conscience
and
his
place
,
Defacers
of
a
public
peace
than
I
do
.
Pray
heaven
the
King
may
never
find
a
heart
ACT 5. SC. 2
With
less
allegiance
in
it
!
Men
that
make
Envy
and
crookèd
malice
nourishment
Dare
bite
the
best
.
I
do
beseech
your
Lordships
That
,
in
this
case
of
justice
,
my
accusers
,
Be
what
they
will
,
may
stand
forth
face
to
face
And
freely
urge
against
me
.
Nay
,
my
lord
,
That
cannot
be
.
You
are
a
councillor
,
And
by
that
virtue
no
man
dare
accuse
you
.
My
lord
,
because
we
have
business
of
more
moment
,
We
will
be
short
with
you
.
’Tis
his
Highness’
pleasure
,
And
our
consent
,
for
better
trial
of
you
From
hence
you
be
committed
to
the
Tower
,
Where
,
being
but
a
private
man
again
,
You
shall
know
many
dare
accuse
you
boldly
—
More
than
,
I
fear
,
you
are
provided
for
.
Ah
,
my
good
Lord
of
Winchester
,
I
thank
you
.
You
are
always
my
good
friend
.
If
your
will
pass
,
I
shall
both
find
your
Lordship
judge
and
juror
,
You
are
so
merciful
.
I
see
your
end
:
’Tis
my
undoing
.
Love
and
meekness
,
lord
,
Become
a
churchman
better
than
ambition
.
Win
straying
souls
with
modesty
again
;
Cast
none
away
.
That
I
shall
clear
myself
,
Lay
all
the
weight
you
can
upon
my
patience
,
I
make
as
little
doubt
as
you
do
conscience
In
doing
daily
wrongs
.
I
could
say
more
,
But
reverence
to
your
calling
makes
me
modest
.
My
lord
,
my
lord
,
you
are
a
sectary
.
That’s
the
plain
truth
.
Your
painted
gloss
discovers
,
To
men
that
understand
you
,
words
and
weakness
.
ACT 5. SC. 2
My
Lord
of
Winchester
,
you’re
a
little
,
By
your
good
favor
,
too
sharp
.
Men
so
noble
,
However
faulty
,
yet
should
find
respect
For
what
they
have
been
.
’Tis
a
cruelty
To
load
a
falling
man
.
Good
Master
Secretary
—
I
cry
your
Honor
mercy
—
you
may
worst
Of
all
this
table
say
so
.
Why
,
my
lord
?
Do
not
I
know
you
for
a
favorer
Of
this
new
sect
?
You
are
not
sound
.
Not
sound
?
Not
sound
,
I
say
.
Would
you
were
half
so
honest
!
Men’s
prayers
then
would
seek
you
,
not
their
fears
.
I
shall
remember
this
bold
language
.
Do
.
Remember
your
bold
life
too
.
This
is
too
much
!
Forbear
,
for
shame
,
my
lords
.
I
have
done
.
And
I
.
,
to
Cranmer
Then
thus
for
you
,
my
lord
:
it
stands
agreed
,
I
take
it
,
by
all
voices
,
that
forthwith
You
be
conveyed
to
th’
Tower
a
prisoner
,
There
to
remain
till
the
King’s
further
pleasure
Be
known
unto
us
.
—
Are
you
all
agreed
,
lords
?
We
are
.
Is
there
no
other
way
of
mercy
But
I
must
needs
to
th’
Tower
,
my
lords
?
ACT 5. SC. 2
What
other
Would
you
expect
?
You
are
strangely
troublesome
.
Let
some
o’
th’
guard
be
ready
there
.
Enter
the
Guard
.
For
me
?
Must
I
go
like
a
traitor
thither
?
Receive
him
,
And
see
him
safe
i’
th’
Tower
.
Stay
,
good
my
lords
,
I
have
a
little
yet
to
say
.
Look
there
,
my
lords
.
He
holds
out
the
ring
.
By
virtue
of
that
ring
,
I
take
my
cause
Out
of
the
grips
of
cruel
men
and
give
it
To
a
most
noble
judge
,
the
King
my
master
.
This
is
the
King’s
ring
.
’Tis
no
counterfeit
.
’Tis
the
right
ring
,
by
heaven
!
I
told
you
all
,
When
we
first
put
this
dangerous
stone
a-rolling
,
’Twould
fall
upon
ourselves
.
Do
you
think
,
my
lords
,
The
King
will
suffer
but
the
little
finger
Of
this
man
to
be
vexed
?
’Tis
now
too
certain
.
How
much
more
is
his
life
in
value
with
him
!
Would
I
were
fairly
out
on
’t
!
My
mind
gave
me
,
In
seeking
tales
and
informations
Against
this
man
,
whose
honesty
the
devil
And
his
disciples
only
envy
at
,
You
blew
the
fire
that
burns
you
.
Now
,
have
at
you
!
Enter
King
,
frowning
on
them
;
takes
his
seat
.
ACT 5. SC. 2
Dread
sovereign
,
how
much
are
we
bound
to
heaven
In
daily
thanks
,
that
gave
us
such
a
prince
,
Not
only
good
and
wise
,
but
most
religious
;
One
that
in
all
obedience
makes
the
Church
The
chief
aim
of
his
honor
,
and
to
strengthen
That
holy
duty
out
of
dear
respect
,
His
royal
self
in
judgment
comes
to
hear
The
cause
betwixt
her
and
this
great
offender
.
You
were
ever
good
at
sudden
commendations
,
Bishop
of
Winchester
.
But
know
I
come
not
To
hear
such
flattery
now
,
and
in
my
presence
They
are
too
thin
and
base
to
hide
offenses
.
To
me
you
cannot
reach
.
You
play
the
spaniel
,
And
think
with
wagging
of
your
tongue
to
win
me
;
But
whatsoe’er
thou
tak’st
me
for
,
I’m
sure
Thou
hast
a
cruel
nature
and
a
bloody
.
—
Good
man
,
sit
down
.
Cranmer
takes
his
seat
.
Now
let
me
see
the
proudest
He
,
that
dares
most
,
but
wag
his
finger
at
thee
.
By
all
that’s
holy
,
he
had
better
starve
Than
but
once
think
this
place
becomes
thee
not
.
May
it
please
your
Grace
—
No
,
sir
,
it
does
not
please
me
.
I
had
thought
I
had
had
men
of
some
understanding
And
wisdom
of
my
Council
,
but
I
find
none
.
Was
it
discretion
,
lords
,
to
let
this
man
,
This
good
man
—
few
of
you
deserve
that
title
—
This
honest
man
,
wait
like
a
lousy
footboy
At
chamber
door
?
And
one
as
great
as
you
are
?
Why
,
what
a
shame
was
this
!
Did
my
commission
Bid
you
so
far
forget
yourselves
?
I
gave
you
Power
as
he
was
a
councillor
to
try
him
,
ACT 5. SC. 2
Not
as
a
groom
.
There’s
some
of
you
,
I
see
,
More
out
of
malice
than
integrity
,
Would
try
him
to
the
utmost
,
had
you
mean
,
Which
you
shall
never
have
while
I
live
.
Thus
far
,
My
most
dread
sovereign
,
may
it
like
your
Grace
To
let
my
tongue
excuse
all
.
What
was
purposed
Concerning
his
imprisonment
was
rather
,
If
there
be
faith
in
men
,
meant
for
his
trial
And
fair
purgation
to
the
world
than
malice
,
I’m
sure
,
in
me
.
Well
,
well
,
my
lords
,
respect
him
.
Take
him
,
and
use
him
well
;
he’s
worthy
of
it
.
I
will
say
thus
much
for
him
:
if
a
prince
May
be
beholding
to
a
subject
,
I
Am
,
for
his
love
and
service
,
so
to
him
.
Make
me
no
more
ado
,
but
all
embrace
him
.
Be
friends
,
for
shame
,
my
lords
.
They
embrace
Cranmer
.
My
Lord
of
Canterbury
,
I
have
a
suit
which
you
must
not
deny
me
:
That
is
,
a
fair
young
maid
that
yet
wants
baptism
.
You
must
be
godfather
and
answer
for
her
.
The
greatest
monarch
now
alive
may
glory
In
such
an
honor
.
How
may
I
deserve
it
,
That
am
a
poor
and
humble
subject
to
you
?
Come
,
come
,
my
lord
,
you’d
spare
your
spoons
.
You
shall
have
two
noble
partners
with
you
:
the
old
Duchess
of
Norfolk
and
Lady
Marquess
Dorset
.
Will
these
please
you
?
—
Once
more
,
my
lord
of
Winchester
,
I
charge
you
,
Embrace
and
love
this
man
.
With
a
true
heart
And
brother-love
I
do
it
.
He
embraces
Cranmer
.
ACT 5. SC. 3
,
weeping
And
let
heaven
Witness
how
dear
I
hold
this
confirmation
.
Good
man
,
those
joyful
tears
show
thy
true
heart
.
The
common
voice
,
I
see
,
is
verified
Of
thee
,
which
says
thus
:
Do
my
Lord
of
Canterbury
A
shrewd
turn
,
and
he’s
your
friend
forever
.
—
Come
,
lords
,
we
trifle
time
away
.
I
long
To
have
this
young
one
made
a
Christian
.
As
I
have
made
you
one
,
lords
,
one
remain
.
So
I
grow
stronger
,
you
more
honor
gain
.
They
exit
.
Scene
3
Noise
and
tumult
within
.
Enter
Porter
and
his
Man
,
carrying
cudgels
.
You’ll
leave
your
noise
anon
,
you
rascals
!
Do
you
take
the
court
for
Parish
Garden
?
You
rude
slaves
,
leave
your
gaping
!
,
(
within
)
Good
Master
Porter
,
I
belong
to
th’
larder
.
Belong
to
th’
gallows
and
be
hanged
,
you
rogue
!
Is
this
a
place
to
roar
in
?
—
Fetch
me
a
dozen
crab-tree
staves
,
and
strong
ones
.
These
are
but
switches
to
’em
.
—
I’ll
scratch
your
heads
!
You
must
be
seeing
christenings
?
Do
you
look
for
ale
and
cakes
here
,
you
rude
rascals
?
Pray
,
sir
,
be
patient
.
’Tis
as
much
impossible
—
Unless
we
sweep
’em
from
the
door
with
cannons
—
To
scatter
’em
as
’tis
to
make
’em
sleep
On
May
Day
morning
,
which
will
never
be
.
We
may
as
well
push
against
Paul’s
as
stir
’em
.
How
got
they
in
,
and
be
hanged
?
ACT 5. SC. 3
Alas
,
I
know
not
.
How
gets
the
tide
in
?
As
much
as
one
sound
cudgel
of
four
foot
—
You
see
the
poor
remainder
—
could
distribute
,
I
made
no
spare
,
sir
.
You
did
nothing
,
sir
.
I
am
not
Samson
,
nor
Sir
Guy
,
nor
Colbrand
,
To
mow
’em
down
before
me
;
but
if
I
spared
any
That
had
a
head
to
hit
,
either
young
or
old
,
He
or
she
,
cuckold
or
cuckold-maker
,
Let
me
ne’er
hope
to
see
a
chine
again
—
And
that
I
would
not
for
a
cow
,
God
save
her
!
,
(
within
)
Do
you
hear
,
Master
Porter
?
I
shall
be
with
you
presently
,
good
master
puppy
.
—
Keep
the
door
close
,
sirrah
.
What
would
you
have
me
do
?
What
should
you
do
but
knock
’em
down
by
th’
dozens
?
Is
this
Moorfields
to
muster
in
?
Or
have
we
some
strange
Indian
with
the
great
tool
come
to
court
,
the
women
so
besiege
us
?
Bless
me
,
what
a
fry
of
fornication
is
at
door
!
On
my
Christian
conscience
,
this
one
christening
will
beget
a
thousand
;
here
will
be
father
,
godfather
,
and
all
together
.
The
spoons
will
be
the
bigger
,
sir
.
There
is
a
fellow
somewhat
near
the
door
—
he
should
be
a
brazier
by
his
face
,
for
,
o’
my
conscience
,
twenty
of
the
dog
days
now
reign
in
’s
nose
.
All
that
stand
about
him
are
under
the
line
;
they
need
no
other
penance
.
That
fire-drake
did
I
hit
three
times
on
the
head
,
and
three
times
was
his
nose
discharged
against
me
.
He
stands
there
like
a
mortar-piece
,
to
blow
us
.
There
was
a
haberdasher’s
wife
of
small
wit
near
him
that
railed
upon
me
till
her
pinked
porringer
fell
off
her
head
for
kindling
such
a
combustion
in
the
state
.
I
missed
the
meteor
once
ACT 5. SC. 3
and
hit
that
woman
,
who
cried
out
Clubs
!
when
I
might
see
from
far
some
forty
truncheoners
draw
to
her
succor
,
which
were
the
hope
o’
th’
Strand
,
where
she
was
quartered
.
They
fell
on
;
I
made
good
my
place
.
At
length
they
came
to
th’
broomstaff
to
me
;
I
defied
’em
still
,
when
suddenly
a
file
of
boys
behind
’em
,
loose
shot
,
delivered
such
a
shower
of
pibbles
that
I
was
fain
to
draw
mine
honor
in
and
let
’em
win
the
work
.
The
devil
was
amongst
’em
,
I
think
,
surely
.
These
are
the
youths
that
thunder
at
a
playhouse
and
fight
for
bitten
apples
,
that
no
audience
but
the
tribulation
of
Tower
Hill
or
the
limbs
of
Limehouse
,
their
dear
brothers
,
are
able
to
endure
.
I
have
some
of
’em
in
Limbo
Patrum
,
and
there
they
are
like
to
dance
these
three
days
,
besides
the
running
banquet
of
two
beadles
that
is
to
come
.
Enter
Lord
Chamberlain
.
Mercy
o’
me
,
what
a
multitude
are
here
!
They
grow
still
too
.
From
all
parts
they
are
coming
,
As
if
we
kept
a
fair
here
!
Where
are
these
porters
,
These
lazy
knaves
?
—
You’ve
made
a
fine
hand
,
fellows
!
There’s
a
trim
rabble
let
in
.
Are
all
these
Your
faithful
friends
o’
th’
suburbs
?
We
shall
have
Great
store
of
room
,
no
doubt
,
left
for
the
ladies
,
When
they
pass
back
from
the
christening
!
An
’t
please
your
Honor
,
We
are
but
men
,
and
what
so
many
may
do
,
Not
being
torn
a-pieces
,
we
have
done
.
An
army
cannot
rule
’em
.
As
I
live
,
If
the
King
blame
me
for
’t
,
I’ll
lay
you
all
By
th’
heels
,
and
suddenly
,
and
on
your
heads
ACT 5. SC. 4
Clap
round
fines
for
neglect
.
You’re
lazy
knaves
,
And
here
you
lie
baiting
of
bombards
,
when
You
should
do
service
.
Trumpets
.
Hark
,
the
trumpets
sound
!
They’re
come
already
from
the
christening
.
Go
break
among
the
press
,
and
find
a
way
out
To
let
the
troop
pass
fairly
,
or
I’ll
find
A
Marshalsea
shall
hold
you
play
these
two
months
.
Make
way
there
for
the
Princess
!
You
great
fellow
,
Stand
close
up
,
or
I’ll
make
your
head
ache
.
You
i’
th’
camlet
,
get
up
o’
th’
rail
!
I’ll
peck
you
o’er
the
pales
else
.
They
exit
.
Scene
4
Enter
Trumpets
,
sounding
.
Then
two
Aldermen
,
Lord
Mayor
,
Garter
,
Cranmer
,
Duke
of
Norfolk
with
his
marshal’s
staff
,
Duke
of
Suffolk
,
two
Noblemen
bearing
great
standing
bowls
for
the
christening
gifts
;
then
four
Noblemen
bearing
a
canopy
,
under
which
the
Duchess
of
Norfolk
,
godmother
,
bearing
the
child
richly
habited
in
a
mantle
,
etc.
,
train
borne
by
a
Lady
.
Then
follows
the
Marchioness
Dorset
,
the
other
godmother
,
and
Ladies
.
The
troop
pass
once
about
the
stage
,
and
Garter
speaks
.
Heaven
,
from
thy
endless
goodness
,
send
prosperous
life
,
long
,
and
ever
happy
,
to
the
high
and
mighty
princess
of
England
,
Elizabeth
.
Flourish
.
Enter
King
and
Guard
.
,
kneeling
And
to
your
royal
Grace
and
the
good
queen
,
ACT 5. SC. 4
My
noble
partners
and
myself
thus
pray
All
comfort
,
joy
,
in
this
most
gracious
lady
Heaven
ever
laid
up
to
make
parents
happy
May
hourly
fall
upon
you
!
Thank
you
,
good
lord
Archbishop
.
What
is
her
name
?
Elizabeth
.
Stand
up
,
lord
.
Cranmer
stands
.
With
this
kiss
take
my
blessing
.
King
kisses
infant
.
God
protect
thee
,
Into
whose
hand
I
give
thy
life
.
Amen
.
,
to
the
two
godmothers
My
noble
gossips
,
you’ve
been
too
prodigal
.
I
thank
you
heartily
;
so
shall
this
lady
When
she
has
so
much
English
.
Let
me
speak
,
sir
,
For
heaven
now
bids
me
;
and
the
words
I
utter
Let
none
think
flattery
,
for
they’ll
find
’em
truth
.
This
royal
infant
—
heaven
still
move
about
her
!
—
Though
in
her
cradle
,
yet
now
promises
Upon
this
land
a
thousand
thousand
blessings
,
Which
time
shall
bring
to
ripeness
.
She
shall
be
—
But
few
now
living
can
behold
that
goodness
—
A
pattern
to
all
princes
living
with
her
And
all
that
shall
succeed
.
Saba
was
never
More
covetous
of
wisdom
and
fair
virtue
Than
this
pure
soul
shall
be
.
All
princely
graces
That
mold
up
such
a
mighty
piece
as
this
is
,
With
all
the
virtues
that
attend
the
good
,
Shall
still
be
doubled
on
her
.
Truth
shall
nurse
her
;
Holy
and
heavenly
thoughts
still
counsel
her
.
She
shall
be
loved
and
feared
.
Her
own
shall
bless
her
;
Her
foes
shake
like
a
field
of
beaten
corn
ACT 5. SC. 4
And
hang
their
heads
with
sorrow
.
Good
grows
with
her
.
In
her
days
every
man
shall
eat
in
safety
Under
his
own
vine
what
he
plants
and
sing
The
merry
songs
of
peace
to
all
his
neighbors
.
God
shall
be
truly
known
,
and
those
about
her
From
her
shall
read
the
perfect
ways
of
honor
And
by
those
claim
their
greatness
,
not
by
blood
.
Nor
shall
this
peace
sleep
with
her
;
but
,
as
when
The
bird
of
wonder
dies
,
the
maiden
phoenix
,
Her
ashes
new
create
another
heir
As
great
in
admiration
as
herself
,
So
shall
she
leave
her
blessedness
to
one
,
When
heaven
shall
call
her
from
this
cloud
of
darkness
,
Who
from
the
sacred
ashes
of
her
honor
Shall
starlike
rise
as
great
in
fame
as
she
was
And
so
stand
fixed
.
Peace
,
plenty
,
love
,
truth
,
terror
,
That
were
the
servants
to
this
chosen
infant
,
Shall
then
be
his
,
and
like
a
vine
grow
to
him
.
Wherever
the
bright
sun
of
heaven
shall
shine
,
His
honor
and
the
greatness
of
his
name
Shall
be
,
and
make
new
nations
.
He
shall
flourish
,
And
like
a
mountain
cedar
reach
his
branches
To
all
the
plains
about
him
.
Our
children’s
children
Shall
see
this
and
bless
heaven
.
Thou
speakest
wonders
.
She
shall
be
to
the
happiness
of
England
An
agèd
princess
;
many
days
shall
see
her
,
And
yet
no
day
without
a
deed
to
crown
it
.
Would
I
had
known
no
more
!
But
she
must
die
,
She
must
,
the
saints
must
have
her
;
yet
a
virgin
,
A
most
unspotted
lily
,
shall
she
pass
To
th’
ground
,
and
all
the
world
shall
mourn
her
.
ACT 5. SC. 4
O
lord
Archbishop
,
Thou
hast
made
me
now
a
man
.
Never
before
This
happy
child
did
I
get
anything
.
This
oracle
of
comfort
has
so
pleased
me
That
when
I
am
in
heaven
I
shall
desire
To
see
what
this
child
does
and
praise
my
Maker
.
—
I
thank
you
all
.
—
To
you
,
my
good
lord
mayor
And
you
,
good
brethren
,
I
am
much
beholding
.
I
have
received
much
honor
by
your
presence
,
And
you
shall
find
me
thankful
.
Lead
the
way
,
lords
.
You
must
all
see
the
Queen
,
and
she
must
thank
you
;
She
will
be
sick
else
.
This
day
,
no
man
think
’Has
business
at
his
house
,
for
all
shall
stay
.
This
little
one
shall
make
it
holiday
.
They
exit
.
EPILOGUE
Enter
Epilogue
.
’Tis
ten
to
one
this
play
can
never
please
All
that
are
here
.
Some
come
to
take
their
ease
And
sleep
an
act
or
two
—
but
those
,
we
fear
,
We’ve
frighted
with
our
trumpets
;
so
,
’tis
clear
,
They’ll
say
’tis
naught
—
others
,
to
hear
the
city
Abused
extremely
and
to
cry
That’s
witty
!
—
Which
we
have
not
done
neither
—
that
I
fear
All
the
expected
good
we’re
like
to
hear
For
this
play
at
this
time
is
only
in
The
merciful
construction
of
good
women
,
For
such
a
one
we
showed
’em
.
If
they
smile
And
say
’twill
do
,
I
know
within
a
while
All
the
best
men
are
ours
;
for
’tis
ill
hap
If
they
hold
when
their
ladies
bid
’em
clap
.
He
exits
.
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